My husband is a functional alcoholic. Every day I hate him more. The way he smells, talks, touches me when he's drunk. He never misses work, none of our friends know and his family has no idea. He loves me so much and it makes him so sad when I pull away from his late night cuddle. But he reeks. He smells from his pores of beer. Slurs. Stumbles. I suffer alone. Will this ever end...

How do I tell my American boyfriend that the idea of moving to his country from the UK makes my skin crawl? I am anti gun, anti death penalty and the American healthcare scares me.

I lost my virginity when I was 28. I didn't tell my girlfriend when we did it. I don't think she ever knew. I never told her.

I am 45 years old. I told a whole room of cast members - actors - to shut the f*ck up during a rehearsal for a play. It was ridiculous but they were really making me mad for talking while I was rehearsing. Who talks while the scene is going ? Total joke of a play too. No one is taking it seriously which offends me artistically. Afterward all the women hugged me and the guys shook my hand. (Except for this one lady who was -the talker-.) So I think they were happy I shut her up. I walked out for 10 minutes and someone said something to her while I was gone. It was still bad though. It was pretty awkward for me. I guess going to rehearsals and facing-the-music is my punishment.

I'm not very happy about the existence of my boyfriend's ex -bestfriend- as even now, when she has a boyfriend she is obsessed with mine. She would for example ask his mates if we are still together, if he ever talks about her etc. So I've decided to send her shit. A pure bio horse shit through a company called shitexpress. If you are also not happy about someone's existence, be happy that sites like SE exist. Have a lovely day!! :)

I feel like I'm drowning in a sea. I wish there is an apocalypse, and I survive. I be the only survivor. I could roam the Earth forever and ever and never stop moving on. I want to stay and go at the same time. It's killing me, this feeling of being trapped. There is a knot in my stomach I cannot shrug away. I like going on public transport and staring out of the window at the scenery. It makes the knot go away. I can breathe. We are destroying this world. I feel estranged from society.

I was a soldier in an African nation in the late 1970's. I killed. I destroyed their lives. We lost so I went to fight with another nation. I was wounded, and returned home a 23 yr old mess. Since then I have missed the camaraderie, the excitement and the adrenaline rush. I am going to hell if there is such a place but man I was a good killer. I liked it a lot. Pray for my victims. I am a last cause

it's almost been three years since my dad passed away and I think about him everyday. But the thoughts aren't of happy memories but rather thoughts of longing for a father I hardly knew.