greenmangostudio

Well.. where to start. I (26f) work as a welder at a company for about a year now. My boss (56m) and i work together a lot. In out private time we chat a lot aswell, we talk about everything including our sex lives and problems at home. Now i have a family, i am happily married for 3 years and have 2 small children (ages 1 and 3). He is married for over 30 years and has 2 children (23m and 26m). He has a big problem in his family where he found out his wife was sexually abused just before they got together and it came out just a few months ago, this hurt him more because she didn't tell him rather then it happend (he still loves her but has to work through this). I help him with this since we talk a lot and knows i will always be honest even if he doesn't like my awnser. He knows i go to a therapist and i tell him what we talk about, he listens and gives me tips aswel. He is also really sad he couldn't experiment much with sex since his wife doesn't want to do anything...

I failed out of College, my Gpa dropped below 2 for 2 semesters straight and i had a letter and email sent informing me of my said failure. I, of course, appealed and luckily i was accepted for the appeal, i have been in the remedial program for said college for about a month now without telling my parents. earlier today i received a text from my brother informing me my parents had discovered the letter of dismissal. i have not yet returned to my home and am writing this after my last class of the day. I am quite afraid of what they will say when i return home. I ma unsure of what to do or say, i am unsure of if they have even read the letter. I know in my bones i would have had to tell theme eventually as on of the classes i failed is required to graduate but I don't know what to do any advice for me before i go to face the music? TL;DR: failed out of college but appealed successfully, have yet to tell my parents. they found the original letter of dismissal, haven't yet ret...

There was an intervention at my apartment last night. My friends joined forces to confront our youngest friend about his relationship with his gf. I'm gonna call him Kyle. All of us believed Kyle was in a toxic relationship based on how many times his gf blatantly cheated on him. I mean, she's shamelessly tried to hook up with almost all of us, including me. Now before I get to the outcome of the intervention, I need to explain why I feel like I fucked up. I was the person who suggested an intervention. I was joking at the time, but then the group nodded in agreement. The group voted that I should invite our friend to my apartment because I had the strongest relationship with him. I reluctantly agreed and eventually invited my friend over without telling him it was gonna be an ambush, albeit an ambush with good intentions. As soon as Kyle arrived at my apartment and realised what was happening, he opted to leave, but I encouraged him to at least hear us out. Kyle decided to s...

I stand in the TSA line reeking of cheap boxed wine as I type this. I got a ride from my father to catch an early flight for a business trip. I still live with my parents, and our regional airport is a relatively brief 20 minute drive away, so I didn't feel horrible asking this favor. I appreciate his help greatly; even greater now, after the event detailed in this post. During our short drive to the airport, I feel waves of nausea rolling over me. That wine I drank isn't agreeing with me, was my first thought. Despite this, my first instinct was denial. Surely it's just my nerves; I have a flight to catch, a training to attend, many new people to meet, its just my new job, it's just my nerves. This is what's running through my mind as I gradually participate less and less in the idle chit chat that my father was engaged in, until that point, with me. Any notion of denial was quickly dispelled by the taste of cheap wine in the back of my mouth. Before I could spe...

this happened yesterday and my spine is still sending me legal threats. i’m an 18yo law student. my life is usually lectures, thick textbooks, and unsuccessfully trying to look like a functional human being. a few weeks ago, i got two rats. one is a chill “don corleone” who looks like he’s seen a few gang wars, and the other is a 1-month-old baby who has the energy of a crackhead on a sugar rush. i’ve been terrified to introduce them. i spent hours on subreddits and forums. everyone said the same thing: "be careful. they might bite. it could be a bloodbath. beware of the death ball." i was prepared for a goddamn gladiator arena. i had gloves ready. i was in "serious mode." i set them up on my bed. i’m sitting there in my hoodie, tense as a string, watching for the first sign of a "death roll." the baby starts doing laps like he’s in the olympics. he’s popcorn-jumping everywhere, sniffing the old guy's butt, basically being a tiny, furry annoying b...

So I use the Brave browser, and have for years... though this FU would have happened with any decent ad blocking extensions on others I expect. So my wife had found this app via some ad on a game she was playing - just an app which lets you read stories, which are seemingly all standard bad romance stuff written by relatively unknown authors. She got quite invested in one, but of course the app at some point wants you to spend "tokens" to be allowed to carry on which means either waiting a day or two, watching loads of ads, or (of course) spending money. Me, being somewhat cynical and aware that they likely scrape this content from elsewhere, decided to try to find this particular author/story in a more original form, so went spelunking into the bowels of the Internet. And after a bit of searching about, I found a site which had not only that author and story, but plenty more! And it was all free! So thinking I was earning valuable brownie points, I forwarded a link to m...