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Teenage Pregnancy

My Personal Experience With Teenage Pregnancy at 19 Years Old

by Mohit

Teenage pregnancy has completely changed my life. I’m a 19-year-old girl who finished Matric Two in 2023, and instead of planning for my future, I’m facing the emotional pain and pressure that comes with an unexpected teenage pregnancy. I never thought I would feel so lost, broken, and alone at this age.

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Teenage Pregnancy and Relationship Struggles

How Teenage Pregnancy Exposed the Truth About My Boyfriend

Being in a toxic relationship during teenage pregnancy is one of the hardest things I’ve ever experienced. My 21-year-old boyfriend constantly argues with me and still chases after his ex, making me feel unwanted and insecure. This emotional abuse during teenage pregnancy has made me feel depressed and hopeless, even though I’m carrying his child.

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Teenage Pregnancy and Rejection

The Night I Was Left Alone During My Teenage Pregnancy

One night, during my teenage pregnancy, I confronted my boyfriend about cheating. He got angry and kicked me out of his house in the dark, knowing I had no one to turn to. He had a car but refused to take me home. That night proved how little he cared about me or my teenage pregnancy, especially when I saw him giving something to his ex just 30 minutes later.

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Teenage Pregnancy and Verbal Abuse

How My Teenage Pregnancy Turned Into a Nightmare

I’ve heard some of the harshest words during this teenage pregnancy. My boyfriend blames me for ruining his life, saying I changed everything for the worse. He even threatened to expose me publicly if I consider abortion. These threats have only worsened my mental health and increased the emotional pressure of going through teenage pregnancy alone.

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Teenage Pregnancy and Plea for Support

I’m Asking for Help and Understanding During My Teenage Pregnancy

I’m not asking for judgment—I’m asking for advice and compassion. My teenage pregnancy has brought pain, but also a cry for guidance. To Bagolo baka, my elders, please help me understand what to do. I know I’ve made mistakes, but my heart is heavy, and I’m scared. All I want is to survive this teenage pregnancy with hope, dignity, and a future for myself and my baby.

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The Weight of Grief: Living Without a Will to Live"

The Weight of Grief: Living Without a Will to Live

by Mohit

The weight of grief is unbearable. Losing my mother in 2020 changed everything, leaving me with a sadness that won’t fade. Success, love, and money mean nothing when the will to live is gone.

The Weight of Grief: Living Without a Will to Live

I come from a middle-class family, the kind where hard work and perseverance are the only ways forward. Life wasn’t easy for me. I was bullied throughout school, and even in college, I never truly fit in. It chipped away at my confidence, slowly eroding any sense of self-worth I had.

By the time I turned 14, the anxiety had set in. I developed a stuttering problem—one more thing for people to mock me about. Every word felt like a battle, every conversation a struggle. My self-esteem plummeted, and I learned to live in the shadows, avoiding attention, avoiding life.

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A Life That Looked Perfect on Paper

Fast forward to 2020, and despite it all, I had made it. I was earning 30 LPA, more than enough for the lifestyle I had once dreamed of. I had financial security, professional success, and, for the first time, I felt like I had control over my life.

But life has a cruel way of reminding you that no amount of money can protect you from real pain.

In September 2020, COVID took my mother away from me. That’s when everything started to fall apart.

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Losing My Shield, Losing Myself

Throughout my life, after all the bullying, all the struggles with self-worth, there was one person who always stood by me—my mother. She was my shield, my protector. No matter how broken I felt, she was there to remind me that I mattered.

She defended me when things went wrong in our family. She lifted me up when I failed. She was my home.

And then, suddenly, she was gone.

It’s been five years, but the pain hasn’t faded. If anything, it’s grown stronger, more suffocating. People told me time heals all wounds, but they lied. Some wounds never heal.

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Success Means Nothing Without Her

On the surface, everything looks fine. I’m financially stable. I’m in a good relationship. I even got married in 2023, thinking it would bring me happiness. And it did, for a while.

But the sadness never left.

It lingers, like a shadow I can’t escape. A monotonic, dull ache in my head that reminds me, every single day, that she’s gone. That no matter how much money I make, no matter how much I succeed, I will never be able to hear her voice again.

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The Miscarriage That Should Have Broken Me

Two months ago, my wife had a miscarriage. It should have devastated me. And in a way, it did. But even in that moment of loss, my mind was somewhere else—still stuck in September 2020, reliving my mother’s death over and over again.

I hate myself for feeling this way. I know I should be more affected by the miscarriage, but the truth is, my mother’s absence is the only pain I seem to recognize anymore.

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The Weight of Grief: Living Without a Will to Live

I have reached a point where nothing excites me. I don’t want to work. I don’t want to meet friends. I don’t want to go out, smile, or pretend that everything is okay.

I don’t want to live a life where this sadness is my only companion.

I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know if I even want to try.

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What Comes Next?

They say grief fades, but what if it doesn’t? What if some people are just meant to carry it forever?

I don’t have the answers. I just know that I am tired of feeling this way.

I don’t want to live a life where happiness feels like a distant memory. But I also don’t know how to find a way out.

Maybe there is no way out. Maybe this is just who I am now.

Maybe this is what grief does—it consumes you until there’s nothing left.

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The Arranged Setup: A Tale of Deception and Narcissism

by Mohit

In this controversial story of an arranged setup, discover how a narcissistic individual exposes a family’s deceit and hypocrisy. Learn the importance of standing your ground and calling out manipulation in relationships.

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The First Encounter

It all began when I received an offer in an arranged setup. The girl, let’s call her Priya, looked somewhat aged but undeniably good-looking and active. Her father was insistent, almost pushy, urging my mother to have me talk to his daughter. From the very first day, Priya was relentless. She kept asking me how much acceptance mattered to me, almost as if she was testing the waters. She shared her interests—cooking, cleaning, and wanting to depend entirely on her husband. It felt like she was trying too hard to fit into the mold of a “perfect wife.”

When I casually mentioned my love for chocolate cakes and brownies, she immediately bombarded me with photos of her baked creations. Her sweet talks and attempts to woo me through my interests felt calculated, almost manipulative. Something about her approach was off, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was hiding something.

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The Philosophical Turn

One day, Priya took a philosophical turn. She started preaching about love, saying it was all about acceptance—accepting your partner’s flaws, strengths, weaknesses, past, and future. It sounded poetic, but I sensed an ulterior motive. I decided to play along and asked her about her past. Her hesitation was palpable. She dodged the question, talking about her soul’s beauty and the purity of her heart. It was all bullshit, and I knew it.

I pressed further, insisting on knowing the truth. Finally, she relented but with a condition: “I won’t ask about your past, and I expect the same from you.” That’s when my skepticism peaked. I insisted, and she finally revealed her past—a messy relationship where the guy fell into depression after she left him, presumably due to financial reasons. Her father even called me, boasting about how cultured and well-mannered she was, claiming she deserved all the good in the world. But I wasn’t convinced.

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The Breaking Point

When I dug deeper, asking about the number of relationships she’d had and how far she’d gone physically, she became defensive. She accused me of losing her trust and turned the tables, blaming me for being intrusive. The next day, I tried to move past the conversation, asking her to promise loyalty. Instead of a simple “yes,” she said, “I want to see if you’re worthy enough and if I’ll be happy with you.” That was the last straw.

I called her out, showing her the mirror. I told her she was someone’s leftover, a woman who belonged to the streets. When her father called, I didn’t hold back. I exposed everything, shattering his illusion of her being cultured and studious. He was furious at first, but when I shared the screenshots of our conversations, he apologized. Yet, he had the audacity to call me narrow-minded. I scolded him, calling out his hypocrisy and his daughter’s actions. He apologized again, begging me not to share the screenshots. I blocked both of them, cutting ties with their deceitful family.

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The Lesson Learned

This entire ordeal taught me a valuable lesson. Families like Priya’s, who turn a blind eye to their daughters’ actions and then seek high-earning, reputable men for marriage, deserve to be called out. I stood my ground, refusing to be manipulated or deceived. This is the correct way to teach such families a lesson—by exposing their hypocrisy and refusing to be part of their charade.

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Discovering my wife's affair

Discovering My Wife’s Affair and the Painful Aftermath

by Mohit

Discovering my wife’s affair shattered 29 years of marriage. Read my story of betrayal, heartbreak, and the struggle to move forward after uncovering infidelity.

The Moment That Changed Everything

Last week, while my wife was taking a shower, a notification popped up on her phone. Thinking it was one of our daughters, Maddy or Alice, confirming their girls’ dinner plans, I instinctively opened it.

Instead, what I found made my heart drop. An unsaved number had sent a message saying, “I can’t wait to see you!” followed by a kissing emoji. I froze. A quick look at the message thread revealed dinner plans and affectionate exchanges. Twenty-nine years of marriage flashed before my eyes—all down the drain.

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Seeking the Truth

Desperate for answers, I texted both our daughters, hoping to catch my wife in a lie. To my dismay, both girls confirmed their dinner plans, excitedly chatting about it. I couldn’t believe it.

Not proud of what I did next, but I turned on location sharing on my wife’s phone and let her leave. I followed her to a restaurant, and instead of seeing my daughters, I saw her boss. My heart shattered as I watched them holding hands and kissing.

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Confrontation and Fallout

Unable to contain my anger, I took pictures and sent them to our family group chat with a biting message: “Glad you’re enjoying girls’ dinner together!” Then, I turned off my phone and drove to my brother’s house to seek refuge.

The next morning, I woke up to over 40 texts and 20 voicemails. My wife had cycled through the cheater’s playbook of excuses. I ignored them all. I was ready to respond with, “I will be getting a divorce, I recommend a lawyer,” but my brother advised caution.

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Legal Steps and Emotional Turmoil

Taking his advice, I spent the day meeting with top lawyers, ensuring my wife couldn’t use them. By evening, I sent a simple message to the group chat: “I am physically fine but need time. I will come home when I’m ready.”

Both daughters apologized. Maddy, my daddy’s girl, was frantic with regret. Her boyfriend even reached out, concerned for her well-being. I sent a short message: “Maddy, I love you, but I need space.” She quickly responded with an apology and love.

Alice, however, was different. As a momma’s girl, she defended my wife, saying I shouldn’t throw away our marriage over one mistake. Furious, I replied: “Alice, this isn’t a mistake; it’s betrayal. Please don’t reach out again until I do.”

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The Pain of Moving Forward

Since then, I’ve been at my brother’s house, consumed by overwhelming sadness and anger. I cry every morning and throughout the day. Losing my wife is painful enough, but facing my daughters again feels impossible. How can I ever forgive them?

Alice’s wedding is approaching. I’ve been paying for almost everything, but now, I can’t even imagine attending.

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What Comes Next?

I feel utterly destroyed, unsure how to move forward. The pain of betrayal from those I loved most weighs heavily on me. Do I cut ties completely, or find a way to heal? Right now, all I know is that I’m not ready to face them.

Have you ever faced a betrayal like this? How did you move forward?

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My Experience with an Unexpected Confession During a Date

by Mohit

My experience with an unexpected confession during a date took an unforeseen turn when I realized how unpredictable people can be. Read on to see what happened next.

An Evening That Changed Everything

There was this girl whom I was dating for a while. One day, we decided to take it to the next stage. She invited me to her place, and I was excited to see where things would go. Little did I know, my experience with an unexpected confession during a date would take an unforeseen turn.

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The Offer That Surprised Me

As we settled in, she offered me whiskey. Since I don’t drink, I politely refused and opted for a soft drink instead. She handed me a bottle of Fanta while pouring whiskey for herself. My experience with an unexpected confession during a date was just beginning, and I had no idea what was coming next.

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A Night of Passion and a Shocking Truth

She drank profusely, and soon we found ourselves making out. Eventually, we ended up in her bed and had some crazy sessions. As we lay there, tired and satisfied, my experience with an unexpected confession during a date took a shocking turn. Under the influence of alcohol, she confessed that she had been seeing other guys and sleeping with them too.

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My Reaction to the Confession

Hearing this, I quickly sprang up from the bed, put my clothes on, handed over 500 rupees to her, and left the place. My experience with an unexpected confession during a date had taken a direction I never anticipated. The next day, my phone wouldn’t stop ringing.

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Facing the Aftermath

She was furious, shouting at me for abandoning her like that. “What do you think of me? Do you not even know how to respect a woman?” she demanded. My experience with an unexpected confession during a date made me realize that everyone has their own phases, and we shouldn’t judge people so quickly.

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Attempting to Make Amends

Feeling guilty, I apologized and promised that going forward, I would pay at least Rs 1500 for such amazing sessions. But to my utter surprise, my experience with an unexpected confession during a date became even more bizarre. She got crazier, cursing and swearing at me before blocking me from everywhere.

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People Are So Weird These Days

To this day, I am still unable to understand what the issue was. My experience with an unexpected confession during a date left me questioning people’s actions and reactions. Sometimes, people are just too weird to comprehend.

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My Relationship with an SDE at XYZ

Lessons from My Relationship with an SDE at XYZ

by Mohit

My relationship with an SDE at XYZ taught me valuable life lessons about trust, deception, and the importance of listening to female friends and family when choosing a partner. Learn from my experience and avoid the mistakes I made.

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My Relationship with an SDE at XYZ

So, I was in a relationship with a girl who was an SDE at a startup called XYZ. At first, everything seemed perfect. She was ambitious, driven, and full of energy. However, one thing stood out—she hated her female friends. It took me a while to realize why, but looking back, it was clear that she was a little masculine in nature. I know, a late realization.

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The Night on the Casino Ship in Goa

One unforgettable night, we were drunk on a casino ship in Goa. She and her friends started reminiscing about their past relationships. Jokingly, I asked her how many guys she had been with. Thinking I wasn’t paying attention due to the alcohol, she casually laughed and said, “12.” My heart sank. She quickly tried to cover it up by saying they were just one-time dates, but I knew at that moment it was a lie.

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Fast Forward to This Year

Fast forward to this year—out of the blue, her husband contacted me. He asked if I ever knew her or who I was to her. I told him the truth. I could hear his voice breaking because she had told him she had never been in a relationship with anyone. She had claimed her father was very strict, leaving no chance for her to be around boys. It was painful to hear him realize the truth.

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Lessons Learned from My Relationship with an SDE at XYZ

Gentlemen, be careful—there are wolves among sheep. Blaming women won’t help, but learning to trust the insights of those around you will. Each and every female friend of mine was certain about the kind of woman my ex was, yet I chose not to listen. I was blinded by my own feelings and ignored their warnings. Looking back, it was sheer luck that she never wanted to marry me.

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Why You Should Listen to Female Friends and Family

Please listen to your female friends, your sister, or even your mother when choosing a partner. They have an intuition that can often see through the facade. They know who is being true and who isn’t. I learned this lesson the hard way, and I hope you don’t have to go through the same.

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Final Thoughts on My Relationship with an SDE at XYZ

Choosing the right partner is crucial, and ignoring the advice of those who care about you can lead to unnecessary heartbreak. My relationship with an SDE at XYZ taught me that sometimes, the people closest to you see things you cannot. Learn from my experience, trust those who genuinely care, and always stay aware of the reality behind the facade.

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the harsh reality of judging someone based on virginity or body count

The Harsh Reality of Judging Someone Based on Virginity or Body Count

by Mohit

The harsh reality of judging someone based on virginity or body count is an issue that affects mental health and relationships. Learn why it’s crucial to move past outdated stigmas and embrace honesty and empathy in today’s society.

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The Harsh Reality of Judging Someone Based on Virginity or Body Count

In today’s world, the issue of judging someone based on virginity or body count has become alarmingly common. I never thought I’d find myself writing about this, but a recent incident involving a close friend has left me deeply concerned. She was honest about her past, yet faced rejection multiple times. The harsh reality of judging someone based on virginity or body count nearly pushed her to the edge, but by God’s grace, we were able to save her.

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The Pressure of Being Judged

The harsh reality of judging someone based on virginity or body count is a cruel and unnecessary pressure that society continues to impose. It’s disappointing to see how some individuals use this as a standard to assess a person’s worth. Declining a relationship or proposal is a personal choice, but labeling and judging someone can cause severe emotional and mental damage.

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A Double Standard That Needs to End

Let’s flip the script for a moment. If the situation were reversed, would men face the same scrutiny? The harsh reality of judging someone based on virginity or body count is not an issue that affects only women. Men are judged on their wealth, physique, and looks, yet their past relationships are rarely questioned in the same way. This blatant double standard needs to be addressed and eradicated.

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Making Informed Choices Without Regret

Ladies, it’s crucial to make informed decisions when it comes to intimacy. The harsh reality of judging someone based on virginity or body count shouldn’t deter anyone from embracing their own choices. It’s essential to ensure that whatever decisions are made, there are no regrets down the line. Relationships should be built on trust and honesty, not societal expectations.

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Breaking the Myths Around Virginity

One of the biggest misconceptions surrounding the harsh reality of judging someone based on virginity or body count is the belief that physical signs like bleeding during intercourse are an indicator of virginity. Science has proven time and again that the hymen can break due to various non-sexual activities, yet outdated beliefs continue to persist.

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Encouraging Honest Conversations Without Judgment

If someone chooses to be honest about their past, the least we can do is listen without judgment. The harsh reality of judging someone based on virginity or body count must end with our generation. Open conversations, mutual respect, and empathy are the keys to creating a society that values individuals beyond outdated stigmas.

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The Strength of Women in a Male-Dominated Society

Living in a world where men dominate many aspects of life takes immense courage for women. The harsh reality of judging someone based on virginity or body count only adds to the challenges women face daily. It’s time to recognize and appreciate the strength it takes to navigate through such pressures with grace and resilience.

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I'm bisexual and seeking clarity post-marriage

I’m Bisexual and Seeking Clarity Post-Marriage

by Mohit

Discover the heartfelt story of someone navigating their bisexuality in a relationship, family, and workplace, grappling with societal expectations and seeking peace.

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Coming Out as Bisexual to My Boyfriend and Workplace

It started with a confession—a deeply personal moment that changed everything. I came out as bisexual to my boyfriend and my workplace. It wasn’t easy, but I knew it was necessary for my mental well-being.

At work, I found support. My colleagues, thankfully, weren’t homophobic and stood by me. But at home, it’s a different story. I’m still in the closet with my family. They hold a middle-class mentality, making it difficult to understand or accept a daughter’s sexual orientation. I fear their judgment and hesitation to even have this conversation.

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Living as a Stand-Bi

Being a “stand-bi” isn’t just a label; it’s my truth. I’ve thought a lot about which team to choose, but the answer is simple—I want both.

I love my boyfriend deeply. Leaving him isn’t an option, and I have no intention of cheating. I’ve been honest with him about my bisexuality, but it doesn’t ease the ache of wanting a female partner too. Without one, I feel like a part of me is missing.

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The Pain of Unfulfilled Desire

The absence of a female partner feels like a void. Without her, even casual interactions with women feel hollow. I find myself craving the kind of connection a lover shares with their beloved.

Post-marriage, I fear this pain will worsen. My introverted nature will compound with societal pressures, leaving me feeling more isolated. The thought of becoming extra introverted, unsocial, and misunderstood weighs heavily on me.

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Navigating Love, Desire, and Mental Health

Every day, this internal struggle consumes me. I cry silently, feeling helpless and alone. My boyfriend, while supportive, doesn’t want me engaging in sexual relationships with women, though he’s okay with friendships. I respect his stance, but it doesn’t quiet my restless mind.

At times, the despair becomes so overwhelming that I’ve considered extreme measures to escape societal expectations. But deep down, I know I need help.

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Why I Need a Partner Who Understands Me

My attraction to women—and even smart, open-minded transgender individuals—has always been part of who I am. I admire people for their ideals, personalities, and liberal-mindedness, regardless of gender.

This belief shapes how I view the world and what I hope to pass on to future generations. I want to surround myself with people who value acceptance, love, and open-mindedness.

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What Do I Do Post-Marriage?

This is my cry for help. I don’t know how to quit loving both genders, and I’m tormented by the thought of an unfulfilled life post-marriage.

Isolation has crept into my workplace and personal life. Even with supportive colleagues, I feel alone. I need clarity, advice, and a way to find peace without losing myself.

If you’ve walked this path or have any suggestions, please share. I’m bisexual and seeking clarity post-marriage.

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A tale of love, betrayal, and the rollercoaster I never signed up for.

A Tale of Love, Betrayal, and the Rollercoaster I Never Signed Up For

by Mohit

Dive into the true story of an investment banker caught in a whirlwind of love, betrayal, and heartbreak. From a dreamy Bumble match to shocking revelations, discover how this Bollywood-esque dilemma unraveled.

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The Beginning: A Perfect Match on Bumble

Love doesn’t always come with a warning. As an investment banker, my life was meticulously planned—until I matched with her on Bumble.

She was beautiful, intelligent, and, as fate would have it, from the same caste—a big bonus when convincing Indian parents. It felt like destiny.

Within days, our conversations flowed effortlessly, and within a week, we decided to meet. That meeting changed everything.

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Falling Fast: When Life Felt Perfect

She wasn’t just stunning; she was everything I dreamed of. Working in finance, speaking my mother tongue, and sharing my hobbies, she seemed like a jackpot.

Within a month, we were planning a future together—discussing marriage, careers, even baby names. Things got serious, fast. Life felt perfect, almost too perfect.

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The Goa Trip: When the Red Flags Waved

Then came the trip.

She went to Goa with her office friends for what she claimed was a “work thing.” I wasn’t invited. Fair enough, right? But the pictures she posted told a different story.

Cozy moments with a male colleague stood out like a sore thumb. My gut screamed something was wrong, but I brushed it aside.

When she came back, she wasn’t the same. She was distant, her silence speaking volumes.

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The Confession: A Shattering Truth

Finally, I confronted her. And that’s when my world fell apart.

She confessed—she had slept with that male colleague during the trip. I was devastated. Rage filled me, but instead of lashing out, I ghosted her for a week to process the betrayal.

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Second Chances: A Fragile Reset

Just as I was beginning to move on, she showed up at my apartment, tears streaming down her face.

She apologized profusely, promising it was a one-time mistake. Against my better judgment, I forgave her. We even took a trip to Jaipur to start fresh.

But sometimes, love blinds you to what’s obvious.

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The Second Twist: A Love Triangle Revealed

After Jaipur, things took a turn again. She started acting distant. When I confronted her, she said, “You deserve someone better.”

I thought it was guilt resurfacing. I reassured her we could move past it.

Then came the shocker.

She admitted to being in a live-in relationship with that same male colleague—for TWO YEARS. Even while she was dating me.

Her parents disapproved of him because he was from a different caste. So, she joined Bumble to find someone “marriage material.” That’s where I came in.

But here’s the kicker—she’s still in love with him.

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The Dilemma: A Choice That’s Not Mine

Now, she’s asking for “time” to figure things out. She says she wants to marry me but can’t let go of him.

And here I am, stuck in this romantic tragedy, wondering if I’m living a Netflix script gone wrong.

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What Should I Do?

Friends, I need your advice.

Should I wait for her to make up her mind? Cut my losses and walk away? Or turn this into a web series?

This is my Bollywood-esque dilemma—a battle between my heart and my brain.

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Family Favoritism and Emotional Manipulation

The Emotional Struggles of Being the “Second-Best Child” in My Own Family

by Mohit

Experience the heartfelt journey of a data engineer facing societal pressures, family favoritism and emotional manipulation while striving for personal freedom and happiness.

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My Life as a Data Engineer

I work as a data engineer at a leading software company, earning 24 LPA. From the outside, my life might seem perfect, but beneath the surface lies a story of emotional struggles, family favoritism, and unresolved scars from the past.

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Growing Up as the “Second-Best Child”

My relationship with my mother has always been difficult. From a young age, she treated me as inferior to my elder brother, comparing me unfavorably in every aspect—academics, looks, and even gender. My brother, the “golden child,” excelled in studies, graduated from NIT Nagpur, and later moved to the US for his master’s.

To fund his education, my mother pressured my father to sell our ancestral land, leaving us financially strained. Meanwhile, I was left to pursue engineering at a local B-grade college because my mother deemed it unnecessary for “girls” to study far from home.

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The Weight of Financial and Emotional Burdens

As I started working in Pune after graduation, my financial responsibilities grew. My mother demanded I buy gold jewelry worth over ₹20 lakhs for a future marriage I had no control over. I stayed in a PG while my brother’s 2BHK apartment in Pune was rented out.

Despite earning a decent income, I felt like I was living to meet her endless demands. She even tried to control my relationships, warning me against inter-caste marriages and threatening self-harm if I disobeyed.

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The Contrast: My Brother’s Privileged Life

My brother thrived in California, gifting expensive items to our mother and investing in properties. His lavish gestures only deepened her favoritism. When he married an inter-caste Punjabi coworker, my mother welcomed his wife with open arms, even gifting her heirloom jewelry.

Yet, despite his privileges, I realized my brother was also a victim of my mother’s control. His financial generosity seemed more like a way to maintain peace from afar.

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Finding Small Comforts in My Dad and Friends

My dad, though introverted and powerless against my mother, has always been a silent pillar of support. He once secretly advised me to marry someone of my choice and move away to find peace.

My friends in Pune have been a source of strength. They encouraged me to seek therapy, and after years of hesitation, I’m finally taking that step.

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Taking the First Steps Toward Freedom

The gold jewelry, which my mother holds in her bank locker, symbolizes the control she wields over my life. I’ve decided to let it go for now and focus on therapy, reclaiming my independence, and finding the courage to stand up for myself.

This journey won’t be easy, but I’m ready to take charge of my life and make decisions that prioritize my happiness.

Why Sharing This Story Matters

Writing this story has been cathartic. I hope it resonates with others who’ve faced similar struggles and encourages them to seek help and take control of their lives.

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