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Anonymous wrote: Really? I married the guy I was dating at the time I was ready to get married, not the man I loved the most or the guy who will be the best father.

Me too. thankfully he's a good father (not best, not worst) and we get along most of the time, but i wouldnt say i found the love of my life....or even made a comparative, attentive, thoughtful decision. Oh, i'm 27, we're in love, he's a good guy, of course we're gonna get married

Oh man, I was 27 when I met my DH and had the exact same thoughts you did.

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Anonymous wrote: Really? I married the guy I was dating at the time I was ready to get married, not the man I loved the most or the guy who will be the best father.

Me too. thankfully he's a good father (not best, not worst) and we get along most of the time, but i wouldnt say i found the love of my life....or even made a comparative, attentive, thoughtful decision. Oh, i'm 27, we're in love, he's a good guy, of course we're gonna get married

Anonymous wrote: Really? I married the guy I was dating at the time I was ready to get married, not the man I loved the most or the guy who will be the best father.

Anonymous wrote:I discovered fraud at my job. I showed my boss and he said to bury it. I had two options become a whistler blower and ruin probably both of our careers or just pretend I never found it and move on. I don't have guilt over it and can't wait to find a new job because I've realized that the culture of this place actually encourages the fraud.

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Anonymous wrote:When I was in grad school in London and my bf from school and I were sleeping in her flat in her queen sized bed. It was the wee hours of the morning, as I remember. We had had some drinks earlier but weren't "drunk". I felt my bf's hand gently circling and stroking my nipple for about 5 minutes. I continued to pretend to be asleep. She stopped and then appeared to masturbate next to me for several minutes. She climaxxed and went to sleep. We never spoke of it. I was scheduled to move to my own flat the next day. When we were back in America she was distant and weird and seemed to look for a reason to end the friendship. We had been really close friends since 10th grade and all through her time at a small women's college in VA college. The friendship ended bitterly after 12 years. (I was unable to attend her wedding, she couldn't let it go). She went on to be a member of the joint chiefs of staff for a Republican president. Only she would recognize herself in this story because I have never personally told a living soul these details.

It doesn't matter who she is married to --she is gay. This was her way of trying to change your relationship to a sexual one. There was nothing you could have done to save the friendship. Funnily enough, your secret is my fantasy. I was approached several times by women I did not know and rejected them. But in this scenario I surely would have taken the plunge.

This is a weird post. There has never been a female member of the joint chiefs of staff. Perhaps OP means something else. But she also seems to want to out this person with references to her job and where she was educated. (Why else give detail like "small women's college in VA"?)

Anonymous wrote:Seriously, this is your deepest darkest secret you had to post on an anonymous forum?

Anonymous wrote:DH thinks I wash his thermos every day before filling it with coffee. I don't. I run it through the diswasher about once a month.

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Anonymous wrote:DH thinks I wash his thermos every day before filling it with coffee. I don't. I run it through the diswasher about once a month.

Anonymous wrote:When I was 13, my parents took me on a trip to Rochester, NY. I stopped to look at a store window, and they kept walking and got a block ahead of me. A man pulled his car over and asked me "Do you know where I can get a blow job?" I was shocked and said "No." He asked "You sure? Twenty bucks?" and I was so nervous that I actually said "No thank you." He drove off and I ran to catch up with my parents. I immediately told them what had happened and neither one of them commented. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence, and then they went on talking like I had never said anything. I was so stung. It was like I was the one who had just done something filthy and they were ashamed of me. I am am adult now, and generally have a good relationship with my parents, but it really bothers me that they didn't have the good sense to give me a hug and talk to me about how sometimes there were going to be men like that. To this day, they have never spoken of that event.

And for those who are wondering- I was wearing jeans and a baggy shirt, was flat as a pancake, had no makeup on, and it was mid-day on a Tuesday. There is no way that man actually mistook me for a prostitute.