Saw him scrolling FB and stopped at a photo my wife posted from the beach where he zoomed zoomed in on, things…. I said “what’s wrong with you?” Do said “What!?” And didn’t see anything wrong with what he was doing. Even after I said, “dude, that’s my wife” He said something around the lines of “She posted it! How am I the bad guy for looking?” I was pretty upset and decided to leave. AITA for this?

I think my marriage is over.
Edit: throwaway account because, you know why
My wife and I have been together over 10 years and I've caught her messaging strange men on the Internet more times than I can count. Sometimes, I'd walk into a room from behind her and see the sexual things she was sending through secret accounts in apps, etc. Two times I got her absolutely red-handed to the point where she admitted it, but said it was all people who lived hundreds of away and it was just messages, but then promptly blamed me for supposedly being distant - bare in mind this happened twice.
Over the years, I walked in on her masturbating with a video call on that she gaslights me about happening to this very day. I've caught her taking intimate photos and videos multiple times (I have never received a single one in out decade together).
One time on the way to my grandfather's funeral, her phone qas connected to my cars Bluetooth and I just answered a ring when a call came through it was a man who seemed very confused to be hearing a guys voice on the phone. My wife panicked and ended the call so fast.
I was stupid. I decided that I loved her too much to call it quits. I decided to give it another chance. It took over 5 years to rebuild that trust.
Cut to 3 months ago when my wifes phone wasn't working and she handed it to me to fix it. This is when a picture of a guy and his dick come through her notifications! Then I open it to see that it's coming with an invitation to stay overnight at his house, and he stays in the next town over! My wife lied through her teeth and said he sent that unsolicited, and she didn't know where he lived and that it was all a coincidence. I don't know why I didn't ask for a divorce then and there. I honestly don't.
Last week, my work was pretty quiet (i work from home), so I decided to watch some movies in between the lack of work. I don't have a tv in my office, so I used my wifes tablet. Then some sort of flirty messages start coming through, but nothing I could say was specifically flirting. All the messages had a woman from her works name. Let's just say it's Melanie. Then, thanks to the wonders of the icloud continutity, her iPad starts ringing with this person's name, meaning someone is calling her phone, but I know that this person is in the office with my wife today, and there's no reason to be calling personal mobiles either. My wife has shown me messages from Melanie before, and that's written as "Work- Melanie Andrews," not "Melanie Andrews."
So I opened the messages app on her iPad, and I can see texts going back talking about meeting this persons kids and that they're in bed wishing the my wife was there. She's made a contact for someone else and put Melanie's name on it.
Cut to yesterday, my wife is texting away for hours, closes the app whenever I'm near, suddenly announces out of the blue that her friend Sarah needs her to pick her up from 3 towns over from a repair shop and drive her home and they'll probably just go out to lunch too, so she'll be gone a while.
I dont buy it one bit - Sarah, who has a husband with his own car and needs my wife to do this and drops this news the night before? I'm expected to buy that?
So when my wife went to sleep, I checked her ipad again. She hasn't messaged Sarah in 3 months. There have been no calls to sarah. All Sarah's messages are still there. But you know who's messages have been deleted? "Melanie's"
Today, I asked my wife about when she was going out and why Sarah had dropped this on her so last minute. My wife said sharah hadn't gotten back to her with a time (which she absolutely confirmed to me she had yesterday). My wife ended up leaving the house at 10am, claiming she was going to the doctors and then to call Sarah to meet up and head over - despite telling me not 5 minutes prior that they didn't have a time, and yesterday it was lunch.
She left, so I checked the iPad again. Messages all gone again, but oh look, she's on the phone, and it's not to Sarah - it's to "Melanie." But the call ends quickly it seems whoever she's calling isn't picking up. 3 times my wife tries.
Again , still no calls or texts to Sarah in months.
20 minutes later, my wife is home and says I'm acting weird. Then she says Sarah is calling her, and she runs off upstairs and closes the door. Which would be weird, so I went up after her and asked if everything was okay. She shut the door in my face. Once the call was done, she came down and told me I was acting weird. I questioned the total randomness of what happened over the last day with the changing plans, etc. She said that sometimes she just want to be able tk leave the house and not tell me where she's going because she needs that that she feels trapped etc and that she was just going to cancel on Sarah because I am stopping her from having a life.
My wife basically gaslit the hell out of me to make me the problem.
For the record, I have never had an issue with her going out or spending time with any of her friends. She doesn't go out more, and I worried about her being alone so often. Apparently, she's found a way to cure that loneliness.
I dont know what to do. I mean I know I can't stay with her after this but i don't think I have the courage to admit it or to confront her because the only way to do it is tk admit that I didn't trust her enough and snooped.
I feel betrayed and heartbroken - what do I do?
Edit 2: My wife has just told me that's she's going to arrange to meet Sarah for breakfast instead. Sarah - who works full time and has a husband and a kid with special needs.

Throwaway account. This past weekend, attended the wedding of my youngest brother, I, as the oldest, was a groomsman. Part of my responsibility was to escort the mother of the bride and walk in the processional with a bridesmaid. I have been happily married for 5 years to my wife, K. Wedding went well, was a great weekend with friends and family. We drove to the wedding state from our place of residence, a roughly 8 hour drive, I drove as K does not drive.
The bridesmaid I escorted was objectively an attractive lady. She attended with her husband. I had never met her prior to the wedding. At the rehearsal K joked, "I better not catch you staring at that bridesmaid", we laughed about it as K is known to be jealous. K, my wife, is stunning and regularly turns head when she walks in a room so I didn't pay too much attention past that. After the rehearsal my father was driving us home. He commented "atleast your walking with the hot one" to which I immediately and loudly replied "No one is hotter and prettier than my sweet wife K" to which she rolled her eyes and everyone had a laugh.
Wedding was great, on issues what so ever. Sunday night my mother receives cell phone photos from neighbors and friends in attendance. She proceeds to make a Facebook post with photos of each of her son's escorting a bridesmaid, a family photo and of course a photo of my brother and his bride. K is not featured in any of this post as she and my middle brothers wife were not in the bridal part, a fact they were both pleased about.
1 hour into the 8 hour drive home, K turns to me and says "I don't appreciate your mother posting a photo with you and that girl." I laughed and joked "Hey at least it was the hot one", a callback to my fathers earlier comment. K proceeds to get incredibly upset and did not speak to me the rest of the ride home, I got upset in return as I think this is totally ridiculous and she is making an issue out of absolutely nothing. Yesterday she slept on the sofa, and she refused to speak to me this morning. I offered to call my mother and ask her to change the post, I fear this request will cast K in a poor light.
AITAH for thinking this is utter nonsense?

It was my cousin sister's wedding and we are Indians, so if you are Indian or know Indian friends/weddings, you know the drill - the daysss long wedding events, the heavy dresses and jewelry, and also, some serious family dramas.
My cousin and I are very close even if there is a huge age gap between us. Naturally, when her wedding came around I was very excited and I helped a lot with the planning and decoration and the food - literally everything. It was exactly as we have imagined her wedding to be like. Just perfect in every way possible. But again, it's a wedding. How is a wedding ever complete with a Drama Llama? So dear potato community, here is the tea.
The man that my cousin was marrying to, my current BIL, is an amazing man who has been with my cousin since their college days. They were friends in their college days and when they started working they joined the same company so they remained close to each other. Friendship turned into love and they decided to date and eventually get married. Both the families were informed and everyone was very happy with their decisions, except just one person. BIL's sister. She didn't have any personal problems with my cousin, her only issue was that her best friend liked my BIL, let's name this friend the 'idiot' (because she truly is an idiot and this is honestly the nicest word I can use for her).
When idiot found out that BIL loved someone else and is getting married, she went ballistic. She has been trying to get his attention for so many years and he didn't even turn towards her even for one day and he was being head over heels for my cousin. I understand her being upset, I have been a girl in love and in heartbreak too, but I wouldn't try to break someone's marriage because of my heartbreak.
Yes she tried to stop their marriage via BIL's sister. The two forged all types of absurd accusations on my cousin and tried to anonymously sneak in the accusations in means of messages from unknown numbers to my cousin's then future FIL and MIL, to emails and even letters delivered to their doorstep. My cousin was really stressed because she thought the FIL and MIL would think the accusations are true and would stop the wedding. I told her, "don't worry sisso, I am here." (add dramatic music here and imagine a cape on my back).
My cousin's father (my maternal uncle), me and my brother first went to the FIL and MIL to let them know that all of this was false and that my cousin is innocent. We asked them for some time and that we will find proof of who has been sending them those false news and will let them know of everything and then they are free to judge and make decisions from their side. We got the permission from them and decided to get to work immediately.
One thing I forgot to mention was that BIL used to live in his own house in a different state from where his parents lived after he got a job. Before this, my cousin and BIL used to live in one town and went to college together. Once they got their jobs, they both came to my city, BIL got his own house and my cousin came to live with me. His family came to live with him when he told them that he wanted to marry so they came help him with the wedding arrangements. What's unfortunate is that the sister also brought her best friend, the 'idiot', who was in love with my BIL since she was 15 and BIL was 17.
I mentioned BIL having his own separate house in a new town because it was important to mention. Both his sister and the idiot didn't know he installed security cameras in his house and that the camera was pretty well hidden so they couldn't have noticed either. We asked BIL if we can see the camera's recordings and we saw someone early in the morning at 4 am dropping a letter. Guess who it was... THE IDIOT!! We showed it to my cousin's FIL and MIL and they cross questioned the idiot about it and she was in tears and admitted to everything. She and BIL's sister apologized for everything. They were forgiven and it was a happily ever after... or so you thought...
Everything after that was pretty peaceful, all the arrangements were made and we are now at the wedding day. My cousin was really jumpy and on her toes at all times, she was panicking so bad about everything. My brother and I had to sit her down and talk her out of her panic. She however mentioned that she was scared that idiot might try to pull up some sick stunt to ruin her wedding day. I however told to her calm down cause I wouldn't let my precious angel's wedding get ruined. I have seen enough Charlotte's videos to know that we must always have a backup plan prepared in advance in situations like this. And so I did. I collected a lot of information and evidences and kept them in place in case they come in handy.
I had my suspicions that they would do something to mess up the wedding way before it even became a thought in my cousin's mind, so I did a little research about the two. Since we all belong from the same hometown, I got in contact with my friends who still lived in the town that my cousin and my BIL used to live in. I asked around about these two baboons and found out that BIL's sister had a boyfriend and has even slept with him. Premarital smex is a big no no here. As for the idiot, I found out that she was slowly getting BIL's sister into illegal substances and into becoming a call girl. Again, a big no no. And I think no parent in this world would want their child to do something that would end up in trouble for them and the child as well. I knew my cousin's FIL and MIL would be worried about their daughter and take actions immediately if I let them know of this. I would have told them this after the wedding was over anyway, but that would have been in private so no one else would know, but I guess the girls wanted something else.
Once the wedding ceremony started and the guests were all there, they were enjoying, everyone was having fun and giving their blessings to the new husband and wife to be. These two pain in the asses were going around and gossiping about my cousin to everyone. We noticed that, and we came up with a quick solution. I asked two of my male friends, who is very attractive to go and talk to the girls. However I told them to switch on their recorder and be with them no matter what. God bless my two friends, they did exactly what I told them without thinking twice. They came to me after an hour or so and told me what was going on.
The two girls were planning to ruin her wedding dress. When I tell you that shit was costly, IT WAS COSTLY. It was really heavy with all the heavy stone work that was done on the cream colored lehenga and if it was stained it would be ruined. We could not afford that in any cost. She was taking a glass of juice from the juice counters and tried sitting right behind the bride but I stepped in and told her to go sit behind her brother and that I would sit behind my cousin. She was trying so hard but me and my brother kept pushing her off and away from my cousin. Eventually she did manage to throw it but it accidentally landed on someone from the groom's side and she got scolded by her. While her grumpy face was funny to see, I still had enough because if that aunty wasn't there, it would have been my cousin. After the wedding was over and people were going to start taking the photos with the couple, I announced that me and my brother had some things to say. Initially we talked about the bride and the groom but then we shifted the attention to the groom's sister and her friend. We played the audios of the calls I had with her friends in the hometown as a surprise to the groom's sister. There were a lot of angry faces, some on the sister and some on me and my brother. I tried to explain, that had she and her friend not try to ruin my cousin sister's wedding dress, this wouldn't have been broadcasted to the entire wedding venue. I then called my two male friends and both of their faces was in gasps. Both of them pulled out their phones and I played the recordings on one of the phones, which explained how they were still spreading fake news about my cousin and also them planning to ruin my cousin's dress. We also got the video recording of them actively trying to throw the red colored drink on my cousin's dress.
Both of them got kicked out from there and weren't allowed to enter until the rest of the ceremony was over. Both of them stood outside, making attempts to convince anyone who would listen to them and let them in, but no one paid heed to them. Once everyone got home they were scolded badly and my BIL's sister kept screaming at me that I was so mean and rude to have their truths exposed to not just her family, but to every relative and friends who was there to witness the show. While my cousin was glad that I had her back and my brother is standing in support of me, my parents and some of our relatives think that it should have dealt within the family and shouldn't have been exposed to anyone outside of the immediate family members. AITA?
Note: I am so sorry if the post ended up being too long but I just wanted to give all the context that would be required to judge the entire situation and my actions as well. Also if something doesn't make sense just blame it on my sleepy head cause I wrote it in half sleep mode.

On a rainy Saturday afternoon not so long ago when internet connection was fluctuating in most homes, the 80-year-old Cecile Guidote-Alvarez, widow of the late Senator Heherson Alvarez, carrying a mini iPad, hurriedly alighted from a three-wheeled pedicab Toktok and stormed her way into a popular coffee shop in a mall in Manila.

A senior citizen in panic mode, she told the stunned baristas she’s looking for a Wi-Fi connection because she was about to interview retired Supreme Court Associate Justice Antonio Carpio via Zoom.
The coffee shop, a known world brand, has Wi-Fi exclusive to its employees, so the old lady was told to try other establishments. She went from one coffee shop to another only to be told the same, until a kind stranger led her to a well-known beauty salon with a free internet connection.
The lady salon attendant was very accommodating to the octogenarian, even typing the password on her IPad. Of course, she needed to avail herself of their salon services. Initially, she opted for a haircut, but since she needed to talk and hear clearly who she was talking to, she settled for a foot spa with pedicure.
“They lowered the volume of the piped-in music, and since there were less customers because it’s been raining all day, I was able to do my interview,” Guidote-Alvarez said.
For the next half-an-hour, the hair dressers and manicurists working with their scissors, nail clippers and cuticle removers on their customers’ hair and fingernails, listened to Carpio and Guidote-Alvarez discussed how Filipino fishermen and the Philippine Navy ships helplessly negotiate their ways in Scarborough Shoal amid the territorial disputes in the West Philippine Sea.
“They were all very nice to me. I was able to finish my interview, with newly pedicured nails,” she told The Diarist.
For those who’ve worked with Guidote-Alvarez, her steadfast, almost stubborn, nature to accomplish a task, is nothing out of the ordinary. She would improvise, find alternatives, call up friends and former students, wake them up from sleep, just to get things done.
But now, in her 80s, legally blind and nearly deaf, she has mellowed down.
Cecile Alvarez with her mentors, National Artist for Literature Alejandro Roces, Jr and Fr. James Reuter. SJ
In her twilight years, Guidote-Alvarez has been solely hosting the 57-year-old Radyo Balintataw on DZRH, one of the oldest radio stations in the Philippines, where she tackles a wide range of topics, from climate change, women’s health, theater, culture, dance, to current issues, apart from playing old recordings of classic radio plays she produced and directed, dating back to the late ‘80s.
She shared with TheDiarist.ph how she started and continues to host one of the longest running advocacy programs on AM Radio.
Theater on TV
After founding the Philippine Educational Theater Association (PETA) on April 7, 1967, or exactly 57 years ago, Guidote-Alvarez thought of the need to expose PETA’s members to television, so she started conceptualizing Balintataw, which in Filipino means the pupil of the eye, but in a larger context has something to do with having wild imagination, or what you might see if you have a third eye.

“I designed Balintataw as a bridge between cinema and the stage, where the youth being trained in theater skills can have a ready-made laboratory experience linked with the film and entertainment industry that would likewise have a natural on-the-job training and orientation regarding the theatrical discipline of working with a literary script, whether dramatic or comic—not the regular improvised script done on taping or copycat scripts from foreign themes,” Guidote-Alvarez wrote in her yet-to-be published Memoir of a Freedom Fighter’s Wife.
“A primary goal when I conceived PETA was to initiate and sustain artistic expression that draws meaning and power from the lives of the people, and sharing the literary gems with a greater number of audiences through a Broadcast Theater-Film Program with Balintataw on Channel 5,” she added.
“No matter how little the pay, at least it provided our local writers with a little honorarium. I sought permission for award-winning pieces of the Palanca Playwriting contest to be fleshed out to reach the masses. The much-awarded playwright Bert Florentino served as our literary manager, assisted by Mauro Avena. Eventually, Isagani Cruz took over when Bert left for the US,” she wrote.
“Writers need exposure and encouragement through a regular TV performance that will give them a sense of achievement and inspire them to keep on writing with some kind of honorarium. I was glad Lupita Aquino (now Kashiwahara) agreed to be TV director and Robert Arevalo as TV host.
She got members of the PETA Kalinangan Ensemble to serve as stage directors. “This is to undertake preliminary preparation with a rehearsal with the actors for character development and memorization and preliminary staging,” she wrote.
Five months after PETA was founded, Balintataw TV premiered on Channel 5 on Aug. 19, 1967, coinciding with the Buwan ng Wika birthdate of President Manuel Luis Quezon.
The first play, whose title escapes her now, featured Armida Siguion-Reyna and Maria Eva “Chingbee” Kalaw. She employed photo journalist and award-winning photographedocumentarist/cinematographer, Romy Vitug, to work with her in filming outdoor scenes for Balintataw.

In the pre-Martial Law Balintataw, among those initiated into television were Lino Brocka, Elwood Perez, Nick Lizaso, Maryo delos Reyes, Mario O’Hara, Joey Gosiengfiao, Behn Cervantes, and Frank Rivera.
Among the stage actors who crossed over to television were Lily Gamboa, Angie Ferro, Lorlie Villanueva, Jonee Gamboa, Joy Soler, Sherry Lara, Gardy Labad, Noel Trinidad.
Like with PETA, Guidote-Alvarez directed and managed Balintataw for five years. Because of Martial Law, she and husband Heherson went on exile in the US to escape a military shoot-to-kill order on Heherson, who was tagged as a subversive.
Post-Martial Law
Internationally acclaimed auteur Lav Diaz mentioned in several interviews how he learned writing radio and TV scripts in Balintataw.
This happened in the late 1980s, when the Alvarez couple returned from exile.
Despite its absence on the air in the Martial Law years, Balintataw was honored by Star Awards as among the 20 unforgettable outstanding broadcast programs in the Philippines.
“This encouraged me to consider reviving Balintataw on TV. Another blessing was a FAMAS award for having an important role in the development of cinema recognizing Balintataw as a bridge for synergizing cinema with the stage, providing a pathway of entry of our PETA artists into film and for movie stars to consider enriching their experience by acting on the legitimate stage,” Guidote-Alvarez wrote.
Though she didn’t return to PETA anymore because it had been surviving well and had its own set of officers led by Brocka, she just tapped some of its members for the return of Balintataw.
For 14 years, the Alvarez couple lived in the US as political exiles, shown here during a Ninoy Aquino Movement meeting. Cecile revived Radyo Balintataw upon their return in the late 1980s.
Channel 4 stint
“I arranged to revive TV Balintataw on Channel 4 in 1989. We began with a drama about a rebel returnee, title escapes me now, but I clearly remember it was written by Lualhati Bautista and directed by Maryo de los Reyes. We also had a good story series on the hazing of Lenny Villa, an Aquila Legis Frat neophyte,” she wrote.
At the time, Heherson had been elected senator after having served as Agrarian Reform Minister and eventually Cabinet Secretary during the first year of the Cory Aquino Administration.
“We were able to unravel the deadly hazing process from a fellow neophyte who broke the code of silence as we revealed graphically, acted the cruel process used. I had Jose Mari Avellana direct it. This presentation won all the awards. Lav Diaz was training with us and he started writing teleplays. We also had Nora Aunor in an adaptation of Bert Florentino’s The World Is An Apple, adapted by Frank Rivera, and I had Nick Lizaso direct.”

Emmy Awards
Balintataw TV was selected as one of five soaps for social change recognized by Emmy Awards. The Philippines was one of five countries cited, with Mexico, India, Brazil and Kenya.
“The nomination was made possible by the wonderful support from David Poindexter. It was a supreme honor for our country to be recognized in the Emmy Awards, to be cited among the five Third World countries using soap opera for social change.”
Poindexter was a Methodist minister and TV producer who founded the Population Communications International.
Surviving on radio
“In spite of the cry about how television can be deadening the minds of the people with copied themes with an eternal favorite love triangle story, there was really no funding for Balintataw,” she wrote.
“Sponsors would go naturally to the commercial stations where big stars were paid highly for the starring role. Balintataw may have substance but we could not afford payment of bankable stars,” she added.
“Financial stress forced me to drop TV and remain on radio because I didn’t want to kill Balintataw per se just because we didn’t have funds.”
Creative classroom
“We have focused on Balintataw as a creative classroom on the air. I was able to talk to Fred J. Elizalde of DZRH and the president of the network, Mr. Jun Nicdao,” she wrote.
In the ‘80s, the HIV/AIDS became a global epidemic and in the Philippines, the general populace was still clueless on how to deal with it.
“In order to get funding, the first series I did was about the explosive news regarding AIDS in Asia. I got the DOH Secretary at the time, Dr. Juan Flavier, to act as himself, providing the data. It was easier to start off with an AIDS radio serial.
They did a minimum of 13 episodes to raise awareness about the disease.
“From then on, some of our television scripts we transformed into a radio version. DZRH provided us with our initial production staff, so we used some from the network and some of its resident artists and drama talents. Our time slots were changing but always coming after the long-running horror drama, Gabi ng Lagim.
“We worked on the themes of overseas workers, the drug problem, corruption, aside from portraying contemporary and literary classics serving as social commentaries,” she wrote.
Women playwrights
“We dramatized the works of noted women writers and playwrights like Estrella Alfon, Genoveva Edroza Matute and Marilou Jacob, who is distinguished in being a founding president of Women’s Playwright International.
“Apart from our PETA staple of writers, we involved young, upcoming and budding university and community theater groups.
“We also had a lot of foreign plays, where we could feature theater festivals beyond borders. We could do Shakespeare, we could do Euripides but also the current playwrights in the Arab region we translated in our language.
“We brought in Chinese contemporary plays, Malaysian, Indonesian and from other women writers from ASEAN member countries.”
Virtual history book
“The significance of Balintataw is portrayed as a virtual history book on audio as it unveiled events in the country. Radio is fresh, instant and up-to date,” she added.
When the COVID-19 pandemic struck, Balintataw became Guidote-Alvarez’s outlet and therapy. Having lost her husband on the second month of the pandemic, a widow cocooned at home, she began hosting it six days a week, learning how to use an iPad and interviewing via Zoom.
The word “Balintataw” has been associated with her name.
Visual artist and editorial cartoonist Benjie Lontoc in casual meeting told us how in his younger days, when AM Radio was a national past-time, he was surprised to hear a Filipino adaptation of No Exit by Jean Paul-Sarte. This was when radio was airing soap, fantasy adventures targeting housewives and children.
Another was the airing of Larawan as a radio play in the 1990s, with Guidote-Alvarez as the voice of Candida Marasigan.
Leopoldo Salcedo (left) as Manolo in a confrontation scene with Dante Rivero as Tony Javier in PETA’s 1968 ‘Larawan’ directed by Cecile Guidote-Alvarez. (Photo from PETA archives)
In the 1960s, she directed Larawan, the first Filipino adaptation of Joaquin’s A Portrait of the Artist as Filipino for PETA’s second season. It ran from December 1968 to January 1969 at the Raha Sulayman Theater at Fort Santiago in Intramural. In the cast were Rita Gomez (Candida), Lolita Rodriguez (Paula), Leopoldo Salcedo (Don Manolo) and Dante Rivero (Tony Javier).
Guidote-Alvarez has a funny recollection of the radio play. It was Nick Joaquin himself who told her years ago how his pedicurist suddenly started a conversation about Larawan.

Joaquin was relaxing on the barber’s chair having a post-haircut pedicure and foot spa when the lady pedicurist asked him how the story would end. Joaquin was stunned because he didn’t want to be known in the barber shop as Nick Joaquin the famous National Artist for Literature, but just a regular customer.
“He told me he almost fell out from the chair. He was a very private person and the pedicurist recognized him as the playwright,” Guidote-Alvarez, laughing, told TheDiarist.ph.
When she was first diagnosed with breast cancer in 2000, she was given only three years to live. It’s been more than two decades since then. She has also conquered COVID-19 twice.
Over and beyond her work in theater and various advocacies, Guidote-Alvarez is among the few surviving practitioners of AM Radio broadcasting.
The beauty salon incident wasn’t a first for the octogenarian radio host. She occasionally went back there to interview guests and record her shows whenever Wi-Fi connections in her home fluctuated.
Despite all setbacks, man-made or otherwise, the steadfast Cecile Guidote-Alvarez’s voice continues to be heard in this mass media platform in an era that knows mainly Spotify. As Joaquin wrote, “to remember and to sing, that is her vocation.”
(Except Saturday, Radyo Balintataw airs daily on DZRH 666 Khz AM radio after ‘Gabi ng Lagim’, and live streamed on radio.org.ph. Some episodes have been uploaded on YouTube.)

I have wanted to share my story just didn’t know where or how and I think Reddit is the place to do it finally.
I (34 F) was married to my ex husband(32 M) for 9 years before I found out about his affair. Literally caught him at the start and watched it grow. I originally reacted with disgust and the violence of hurling our wedding photo at his head. But over time stood by biding my time while it continued to happen.
After I caught him then began the conversations where we were up until 3 am and we slept separate. I was told he loved me but wasn’t in love with me blah blah blah. He left multiple times to “clear his mind” which I can only assume was to be with her. And eventually admitted that they had become physically intimate.
This broke me, we had met when I was 15 he was the only man I had ever been with, and I the only woman he had been with, or he led me to believe that. It was at this point, 2 months after discovering the affair, that I decided to visit my mom in another state to get clarity and space to think through what I wanted to do and to allow him to do the same.
At the end of my week away we decided to give our marriage a chance and even planned a weekend getaway for when I returned. Which appeared to be lovely, but I could still not sleep, while on this getaway. I didn’t trust him and eventually learned how to pull up the phone history in real time through TMobile and discovered he was still talking to the other woman. By the end of 1 week “of trying” he ran off to her in the middle of the night because he couldn’t do this and she was threatening to binge drink herself into the hospital, despite having her child at home with her.
It was at this juncture that we chose to start our separation and the longest 5 months of my life began. I chose to stand for my marriage. Meaning I would welcome him back still if he wanted to come back, but at the same time knowing one day I would reach my limit and be done. In his eyes we were slowly separating everything for an eventual divorce, but he didn’t want the divorce yet.
During this time we were still physically intimate weekly; for two reasons it fulfilled my physical needs and was my petty attempt at getting back at her and him.
So after 5 months of being the wife that stood by waiting while her husband openly cheated, I reached my point of being done with the situation of him being with her M-F and with me on the weekends. I decided to move home. So I sped up selling the house and was gone within a month of making this decision. But we both still didn’t want a divorce.
After moving home (a state away) we still spoke frequently while he was living with her. He called and spoke to me on his commute home to her. Even mentioned how much he missed sex with me. I on the other hand started to see clearer and clearer and began to be done. I was pulling away and he could see it and was trying to hold on. Until I was finally done, I actually took my little brother asking me why, and me not having an answer anymore to be done.
I didn’t say a word I just slipped away and started online dating; it definitely was the confidence boost I needed and had no intentions of finding a serious relationship. Granted probably not the best thing to do at the time.
About 3 weeks into dating I finally responded to my now ex husband. And asked him for a divorce. This began the pleading and begging but with no actual action on his part of getting me back. But I was done my heart was cold towards him and enjoying the attention I was receiving.
We divorced 3 months later due to the state he lived in having a 90 day waiting period.
I have moved on and found a truly better match in my current husband and am a mother finally. I am truly happy with my life now more than I ever was with him. I have received many apologies from him but never a truly satisfying one.
However I am still friends with my ex mother in law so I know that he and the other woman had a child together and married a year after that. I know I shouldn’t care but I want their relationship to fail and feel horrible for that feeling for the child’s sake. So I suppose I wrote all of this to get my final slice of closure in a piece of the world knowing my story and it being out there.
Thank you for reading.

TikTok account that has created an obviously fake persona of a creepy man (?) who supposedly owns a gas station.
The "man" has a black round head with two little eyes, and a button-down shirt that is very clearly a stock photo. He supposedly has a wife who does not like the song "Daisy Daisy (Bicycle Built for Two.) His voice is artificially generated.
Frequently says things like "I hope you enjoy your time at my gas station. Really leaning into the uncanny valley and creepiness Anyone know what this account is called, or who/ what this is?

I'm a typical, unemployed, middle-aged Pakistani. (34 years old) I was a banker for sometime but during the first wave of corona in 2020, I lost my job. Since then I'm mostly unemployed for almost 3.5 years now.
It's not like I don't wanna work but it is that I can't find work. My Spouse has left me. Father passed away 10 years ago. Mother's Pension and younger brother's salary is keeping the kitchen and circle alive which is getting harder day by day. May daily routine is to get up, I don't get any breakfast because there's none left for me. get suited in a couple of office pants and shirts that I still own, go to different offices and drop my CVs, some sympethize, some flat out refuse and even redicule that you're now a 34 year old male. You should of been a tycoon by now.
No one respects me. No one remembers me in gatherings. No one bothers to call or invite me during family functions.
My own mother hates and despises me because I'm a constant source of shame for her ever since I was born. Things I hear on daily basis are, kaash mein marr jati to tu na hota aj mjhe zaleel krny keliye, ya phir hazaron khawateen zachgi k doran marr jati hain, kaash mein bhi un me se 1 hoti, tery paas job nai to to aisa kr k kisi flyover ya high voltage electricity pole pr charh ja or ehtjaj kr, koi na koi politician aye ga, apni publicity k bahany hi sahi, tujhe nechy utarwaey ga, photo wagera banwaye ga or nokri deny k wada kr k chala jye ga. Khakrob ya sweeper ki nokri bhi dy to kr le bas meri jaan chor dy.
I've been struggling with anxiety and depression ever since I was 18, (so for almost half of my life, I've been stressed, depressed and battling with anxiety). I tried to h**g myself on a couple of occasions due to severe anxiety but my mother and wife were always able to intervene at the right time. But Level of despise has gained such heights that my mother says kaash hum tujhe us time jhoolny dety. When I say k jab me la-ilm hoon to mery khany me poison daal dena. to mother boli k beta dil to boht chahta ha but police ayegi to pehla shak ham per hi jye ga. for the record she's my biological, sagi mother. Kehti hain, nokri nahi milti to bheek hi maang ly but kisi trah meri jaan chor dy.
My spouse had remain faithful for a couple of years after I lost my job but she left when she saw that he's getting over aged and not gonna get a decent job. We have no kids so it was easier for her to leave. Her family as well as mine, supported her decision.
I haven't received much milestones in Educational or Career wise.
I have a lot of gaps in my education and career, which every one notinces in an instant while scruitining or perusing my C.V.
I've been rejected from many places for being OVER AGED or not having too much experience.
For some time I felt shame, that I don't want to be a Food panda rider or courier guy, INdrive, careem, bykea captain but now I'm considering everything.
Can't get a license due to weak eyesigt and licence is must to get registered on any app. Bought a bike on installments and half of them are still remaining so I can't use those documents to get registered on apps either.
Little savings I had, I tried rickshaw driving but couldn't because of frequent challans by Traffic Wardens and degrading behaviorude remarks of pessengers and passersby because ricksshaw walas are considered subhumans.
I've also tried selling sabzi, corn soup, gol gappas, dahi ballas, ice cream cycle (according to the season) but got always cheated. either because of my inexperience or me being too SIMPLE and Bahir Ki dunia being bahir ki dunia, dog eating dog world.
I've also tried freelancing, but aaj ki dunia mein ya lafz mjhe gaali lagta ha, jab koi pochy kia kr rhy ho, or koi agy se boly online work krta hoon to agla yahi samajhta ha k VELA ha.
Tried my hands in Private schooling but couldn't get a job due to social anxiety, low confidence and self esteem.
Tried Day Trading as well as options trading, thinking that I can atleast make the amount equal to my monthly salary to keep my kitchen and circle flowing but after losing almost 35 k in it, I said to myself, k people are right k ye juwa ha.
I'm 34. mjhe agy kch nahi nazar arha. Freelancing se nafrat si ho gai or wo is wajah se k 20 years ki age se ye freelancing kr rha hoon or job keliye bhi try krta raha hoon. Freelancing k sath rishta on and off raha ha. yani jab job mil gai to freelancing chor di or jab job chali gai to dobara freelancing shuru kr di.
Freelancing keliye grinding se mjhe both khouf ata ha. proposals likhty howy lafz mery samny nachny lagty hain. apny room me akela betha hoa hoon to mjhe ajeeb ajeeb mayoosi waly khayal aty hain
My kai baar apny sagy behn bhai se request kr chuka hoon k choti moti job dila do, woh kehty hain k bhai tera masla ha. Mera chota bhai mjh per haath bhi utha chuka ha.
due to lack of funds, I don't groom myself much so I look like a jawari, nashai, jahaaz most of the time. when I go to an office, guards won't even let me in k bhikari andar allowed ni.
Pichly 5 saal se sleeping pills le kr so rha hoon. Pehly bhai la deta tha but ab nahi kyun k wo bolta ha mehngai boht hai, me afford ni kr skta.
day before yesterday, I made a fake prescription and bought some 6 or 7 brands of sl**ping pills.
I'm planning on taking them all at once and ending it once and for all.
I remember reading the story of a writer who was overwhelmed by despair and decided to end his own life. Feeling utterly hopeless, he left his home and went for a long walk, contemplating his decision. As he walked, he made a solemn vow to himself: if he encountered even one person who was genuinely smiling, he would reconsider his decision to end his life.
The writer walked for what felt like hours, passing countless people along the way. But despite his search, he couldn't find a single person who appeared genuinely happy or content. Disheartened, he concluded that there was no joy left in the world, no reason to continue living.
With a heavy heart, the writer returned home, his resolve to end his life firm. He took the final steps to carry out his decision, feeling utterly alone and abandoned by the world.
This, in no way, is plea for bheek or charity or attiyat or donations or KHUDA keliye mjhe kaam per rakh lo ya job dila do. Kyun k ye ghar ghar ki kahani ha but Mjhe samajh hi nahi arha k kia kron. to ye kaam asaan lag rha ha.

KARACHI
I'm a typical, unemployed, middle-aged Pakistani. (34 years old) I was a banker for sometime but during the first wave of corona in 2020, I lost my job. Since then I'm mostly unemployed for almost 3.5 years now.
It's not like I don't wanna work but it is that I can't find work. My Spouse has left me. Father passed away 10 years ago. Mother's Pension and younger brother's salary is keeping the kitchen and circle alive which is getting harder day by day. May daily routine is to get up, I don't get any breakfast because there's none left for me. get suited in a couple of office pants and shirts that I still own, go to different offices and drop my CVs, some sympethize, some flat out refuse and even redicule that you're now a 34 year old male. You should of been a tycoon by now.
No one respects me. No one remembers me in gatherings. No one bothers to call or invite me during family functions.
My own mother hates and despises me because I'm a constant source of shame for her ever since I was born. Things I hear on daily basis are, kaash mein marr jati to tu na hota aj mjhe zaleel krny keliye, ya phir hazaron khawateen zachgi k doran marr jati hain, kaash mein bhi un me se 1 hoti, teri paas job nai to to aisa kr k kisi flyover ya high voltage electricity pole pr charh ja or ehtjaj kr, koi na koi politician aye ga, apni publicity k bahany hi sahi, tujhe nechy utarwaey ga, photo wagera banwaye ga or nokri deny k wada kr k chala jye ga. Khakrob ya sweeper ki nokri bhi dy to kr le bas meri jaan chor dy.
I've been struggling with anxiety and depression ever since I was 18, (so for almost half of my life, I've been stressed, depressed and battling with anxiety). I tried to h**g myself on a couple of occasions due to severe anxiety but my mother and wife were always able to intervene at the right time. But Level of despise has gained such heights that my mother says kaash hum tujhe us time jhoolny dety. When I say k jab me la-ilm hoon to mery khany me poison daal dena. to mother boli k beta dil to boht chahta ha but police ayegi to pehla shak ham per hi jye ga. for the record she's my biological, sagi mother. Kehti hain, nokri nahi milti to bheek hi maang ly but kisi trah meri jaan chor dy.
My spouse had remain faithful for a couple of years after I lost my job but she left when she saw that he's getting over aged and not gonna get a decent job. We have no kids so it was easier for her to leave. Her family as well as mine, supported her decision.
I haven't received much milestones in Educational or Career wise.
I have a lot of gaps in my education and career, which every one notinces in an instant while scruitining or perusing my C.V.
I've been rejected from many places for being OVER AGED or not having too much experience.
For some time I felt shame, that I don't want to be a Food panda rider or courier guy, INdrive, careem, bykea captain but now I'm considering everything.
Can't get a license due to weak eyesigt and licence is must to get registered on any app. Bought a bike on installments and half of them are still remaining so I can't use those documents to get registered on apps either.
Little savings I had, I tried rickshaw driving but couldn't because of frequent challans by Traffic Wardens and degrading behaviorude remarks of pessengers and passersby because ricksshaw walas are considered subhumans.
I've also tried selling sabzi, corn soup, gol gappas, dahi ballas, ice cream cycle (according to the season) but got always cheated. either because of my inexperience or me being too SIMPLE and Bahir Ki dunia being bahir ki dunia, dog eating dog world.
I've also tried freelancing, but aaj ki dunia mein ya lafz mjhe gaali lagta ha, jab koi pochy kia kr rhy ho, or koi agy se boly online work krta hoon to agla yahi samajhta ha k VELA ha.
Tried my hands in Private schooling but couldn't get a job due to social anxiety, low confidence and self esteem.
Tried Day Trading as well as options trading, thinking that I can atleast make the amount equal to my monthly salary to keep my kitchen and circle flowing but after losing almost 35 k in it, I said to myself, k people are right k ye juwa ha.
I'm 34. mjhe agy kch nahi nazar arha. Freelancing se nafrat si ho gai or wo is wajah se k 20 years ki age se ye freelancing kr rha hoon or job keliye bhi try krta raha hoon. Freelancing k sath rishta on and off raha ha. yani jab job mil gai to freelancing chor di or jab job chali gai to dobara freelancing shuru kr di.
Freelancing keliye grinding se mjhe both khouf ata ha. proposals likhty howy lafz mery samny nachny lagty hain. apny room me akela betha hota hoon to mjhe ajeeb ajeeb mayoosi waly khayal aty hain
My kai baar apny sagy behn bhai se request kr chuka hoon k choti moti job dila do, woh kehty hain k bhai tera masla ha. Mera chota bhai mjh per haath bhi utha chuka ha.
due to lack of funds, I don't groom myself much so I look like a jawari, nashai, jahaaz most of the time. when I go to an office, guards won't even let me in k bhikari andar allowed ni.
Pichly 5 saal se sleeping pills le kr so rha hoon. Pehly bhai la deta tha but ab nahi kyun k wo bolta ha mehngai boht hai, me afford ni kr skta.
day before yesterday, I made a fake prescription and bought some 6 or 7 brands of sl**ping pills.
I'm planning on taking them all at once and ending it once and for all.
I remember reading the story of a writer who was overwhelmed by despair and decided to end his own life. Feeling utterly hopeless, he left his home and went for a long walk, contemplating his decision. As he walked, he made a solemn vow to himself: if he encountered even one person who was genuinely smiling, he would reconsider his decision to end his life.
The writer walked for what felt like hours, passing countless people along the way. But despite his search, he couldn't find a single person who appeared genuinely happy or content. Disheartened, he concluded that there was no joy left in the world, no reason to continue living.
With a heavy heart, the writer returned home, his resolve to end his life firm. He took the final steps to carry out his decision, feeling utterly alone and abandoned by the world.
This, in no way, is plea for bheek or charity or attiyat or donations or KHUDA keliye mjhe kaam per rakh lo ya job dila do. Kyun k ye ghar ghar ki kahani ha but Mjhe samajh hi nahi arha k kia kron. to ye kaam asaan lag rha ha.

Long story short, I am currently living with my younger brother and stepfather in a rented home. We all pay equal amounts in rent and utilities. I have been living here for the past 9 months, but have previously lived here in the past, as this is the home I grew up in.
I (F40's) believe my brother (32) has some kind of untreated mental illness. He became abusive and erratic from the moment I moved in last summer. Within the first few weeks, he physically grabbed me with such force that he left bruises on both my arms (unfortunately, I did not think to document this with photos). He regularly has emotional meltdowns that can include crying, screaming, throwing things, and insulting me.
His moods are erratic and often violently confrontational with little provocation. Something as benign as asking him to please do his dishes can lead to a half hour emotional meltdown. He makes efforts to restrict and control me and my movements within my own home. Last summer I developed a severe case of cellulitis on both legs caused by multiple mosquito bite infections because he refused to simply keep the windows and doors closed, saying this was an infringement on his personal freedom. It was severe enough for me to have two visits to urgent care, plus one ER visit and three rounds of antibiotics. At one point he even tried to hide the medications I needed so that I could not treat the infection.
He has purposely locked me out of the home at least once. He has most recently locked me INTO the home so that I could not get out (he says it was an "accident" but there are no accidents with him). He has made violent threats toward me by saying he wants to smash my head into the wall and kill me. He repeatedly tells me that I am "lucky" he hasn't punched me yet. He has woken me up at 3:30am screaming at the top of his lungs in order to purposely disrupt my sleep and terrorize me. He has also repeatedly threatened to deliberately do something that will cause all of us to be evicted, knowing full well that I will be homeless if that happens. So I live in constant fear of this threat.
I feel constantly unsafe whenever he is around. His moods are unpredictable and I feel like I never know what version of him I will be meeting on any given day. I am living here out of necessity only, as I had to leave my last apartment very abruptly due to ongoing maintenance/pest control issues that were not being addressed by the landlord. I had no other place to go. My choices were this or homelessness. I do not currently have the financial resources to leave or I would have done so right away. I would not wish this situation on my worst enemy.
I have spoken to the landlord about his behavior. He does not want to get involved. I have spoken to his father, who also does not want to get involved yet is fully aware of this problematic behavior, going so far as to suggest that my brother would likely be arrested for domestic violence if he ever has a wife or girlfriend (which he thankfully does not have). I have spoken to his close friends and members of his church, asking for intervention. They all simply told me to pray for him and refuse to step in in any way. I do not know what else to do as he won't seek help and yet I feel constantly unsafe both emotionally and physically.

Today I deleted (& deleted from recently deleted) a message thread from my phone that had a bunch of photos and texts that I needed for work. I realized my mistake but wasn’t too concerned because my Apple ID is logged in on my wife’s Mac and I was under the impression that they would still be there even after deleting from my phone. Can anybody tell me how to configure the Mac so it keeps all my texts regardless? Thank you in advance.

Gosh I barely know where to start. I feel so anxious. I guess I'll start with how we met.
I (24F) met M(31M) on an r4r sub (I know, I know.) But we started chatting and I found out he lived pretty close to me. We decided to meet up in a public place while he was on duty after a couple weeks of chatting. He came in his squad car and full uniform. The first thing I asked was "are you married?" He held up a ringless hand and said "no. not married." "Any kids?" He informed me that he has 2 children he takes care of full time since his wife left them high and dry years ago. His exact words were "she could be dead for all I know."
Things carried on for a few months. We'd have random meet up, always during the day. This was fine with me. I told him from the beginning I didn't want a serious relationship and he said the same. Said he has to focus on his motherless children. And that's why he could rarely meet me at night, he had no one to take care of them when he was gone.
Overtime I did started to feel like he was playing games with me. He'd tell me how much he liked me. Talk about taking me on dates that never happened. And when I tried to break things off about a month ago he showed up at my house with candy and sweet nothings. I know I'm dumb okay? I've never been in a relationship and I'm not exactly privy to the way men operate. At the time, I thought it meant he really liked me.
But there were red flags. A feeling I couldn't shake. So, I decided to pay $1 for a quick background check and it feels like what I found is damning but I'm also sort of confused. The background check does not state that he's a police officer. It also says that he's 35. But I also can't find anyone else with his very unique name in our state. I did find his wife name. Her linked in. Her instagram. Her very sparse Facebook. I know it sounds crazy but I needed an answer. From everything I saw it doesn't seem as though she abandoned her kids. She still has pictures of them. And her linked in listed her at as a "stay at home parent" starting the year he told me his first kid was born.
But the most damning evidence, I thought, was a picture he sent me. An explicit picture taken in a bathroom mirror. This background check also gave me their address. I goggled the house and found out it was on sale. Lucky me, I guess, because I looked through the pictures and saw the same exact bathroom the picture was taken in. Same towels, tile, open doorway. And in these listing pictures (posted less than a month ago) there are wedding photos up on the walls but I can't see exactly who's in them. There's women's clothes in the closet and women's toiletries in the bathroom.
But I can't find any "concrete" proof. No pictures of them together or anything like that. I'm almost certain he's married though. And I believe his wife has a right to know that her husband is being unfaithful. If it were me on the other end, I'd want to know. I'm thinking about texting the number for her I found in the background check. I don't know. I'm so out of my depth here. I'm also scared he might retaliate in some way. God, I feel awful.

My (21F) first actual love and I were in a long distance relationship. We dated for about a year and a half before he asked me to be his wife. He said he wanted a long engagement, but he wanted to make the commitment. Like any girl in love would, I didn't hesitate in saying yes. Days later, I suddenly had no way to contact him. His accounts were disabled, his phone number was out of service. I figured he blocked me and wanted nothing to do with me, but I quickly learned that wasn't the case. He fully disappeared. All I got was a cryptic message from his older sister telling me he was okay but that he needed to leave for a while, but he would come back
It has been a bit too long now. I am sure he is happy in another life. I have been told that I need to make peace and let him go. The only question is how do I let him go when I have no closure? How do I move on?
Edit: This took a turn. Based on a DM I received, I gathered the courage to Google his name for the first time in a while. Just in case he had a LinkedIn profile or made new social media accounts. The person who DM'd thought knowing for sure that he was "happy in another life" (like I said I thought he was) would give me closure on the situation. I saw pretty much the opposite. He passed away. In some sick timing, it was only a couple days after my dad died. I haven't read the obituary. Seeing his photo on a funeral home's website was more than enough for me. That was not the closure I wanted

My wife went on a trip to Ireland/Scotland recently and he’s been locked out of her IPhone with no backup, and all of her vacation pictures on the locked device.
The passcode was changed and the iPhone is in a lockdown mode. We’re completely locked out of the device.
Is there a software that can pull the photos library from the device despite it being locked?
We spoke with apple and there’s no service available for iPhones that are 100% locked out.

Hi everyone,
this is my first time ever posting so bear with me and my jumbled thoughts. I just found out that the guy i was seeing for a year and a half is actually married. I just need a place to vent where no one knows me.
a bit of backstory, I met this guy at a boxing gym. he started training me, the first week of training i noticed he would flirt with me heavily (which i didn't mind because we were both in our 20s and single, or at least thats what i thought at the beginning). two weeks in and he asked me out, and thats how we began talking. nothing was out of the ordinary, he would respond to texts all the time, we would see each other daily, hed often cancel his clients to hang out. we would see each other during his off days too, he invited me over to his place but i declined as it was very early on (my first mistake, could have saved me alot of heartache. i feel like i could have easily clocked it if i went over idk)
it started to get weird 6 months in. he would always cancel any weekend hang outs, his excuse at the time was that he was in the middle of moving house and renovating (which was true) he would send me videos of the construction and videos of everything. so i chucked it off to him being very busy. this is when we got into our first fight, we were looking at photos in my phone and when i asked to see his he changed the subject. i let it go for a bit but it rubbed me the wrong way, and i asked again. he started to say that i would not like how he talks to certain clients he has. since they have been with him for years and they are very comfortable with each other. i told him that i feel like theres something he is hiding, and he got defensive and said "if you dont trust me thats not my problem". after back and forth i just kind of left it at that and went home. we didnt speak for a few days, he didnt bother messaging at all. (this was another issue, every time he messed up he would just not text me over the weekend, since we see each other all week. so he would leave it to fester up, and i mean zero communication.)
he started to get weird about me having his address, since we mostly met at my place, or a restaurant, or the boxing gym. (his reason was that his parents have a kay and they can come in any time they like, were both from a religion that doesn't really allow dating like this lol) but again, not a good excuse in my book because i was putting in the effort and risking alot.
fast forward, sometime happens and im hospitalized ( i dont want to get into this because its not something im comfortable with). i have surgery done and im back home, were texting through out this whole thing, talking on the phone every single day, hes being very responsive and supportive. (or so i thought) 2 months into my recovery, and i need another surgery (mind you before this i gave him an out 3 times, he swore up and down that he would never leave his "girl" in a hard time). the day of my surgery, i wake up and update him that im out and it went well and nothing. silence. 5 hours go by and again nothing, he reads my messages at 2 AM. he doesnt respond.
i get discharged from the hospital the next day, again nothing from him. im freaking out now, im stuck at home i cant leave and im worried about him. he doesnt text back or answer. i make a fake number and i pretend to be a client, he calls back and hangs up the second he hears my voice. thats when it hits me, hes trying to ghost. super shitty timing, he had so many opportunities to go but he chose now? and without even a conversation.
4 months go by, i go back to the gym. and he sees me, comes up to me and starts tearing up. saying that he didn't know what to do. to sum up the story he came up with: his family set him up with someone back in his home country, he went over there to tell them he wasn't interested because he had a girlfriend in (our city). makes zero sense why he didnt say shit to me. he would drive to my neighborhood and park near me house a few times after he came back to get a chance to "see me". oh and he changed his phone number and was being cagey about it. (he had said he wanted to give me his new number but then panicked and changed his mind, i didnt press about it because at that point i knew something was very off and i wanted to move on already)
today, i was going through my old FB, and his profile came up (weird because he said he doesnt really use it?) anyway, i get curious as one does and i fall into a worm hole. he has pictures of his "ex" still up, and i find her profile and she updated her picture to a recent one of him and her. she has his last name, and the status is married. this whole time we were together, he was still with his wife that he broke up with ( mind you he NEVER said she was his wife. he called her an ex girlfriend. he said he had been single for 2 years. doesnt talk to many people and keeps to himself. in his own words, he doesnt have friends and spends his days with his dogs doing nothing basically. now i know all this is a bunch of lies but god why waste my time)
im in my early twenties, this is basically my first "real" relationship that i would count. it just sucks that its actually not real at all and was just a game to him.
thank you for listening

First, a little about me. I'm 5'5ish, 135ish depending on the day, and have dark brown hair that falls part way down my back with brown eyes. My mom is a Crow (Native American) and my dad is Italian so the olive complexion genes are active in my family. I've got a fairly petite/athletic build with a 32B chest and a toned butt. My nipples are dark brown, on the smaller side, and I shave everywhere. I'm a fan of tattoos and have a feather on my foot, flower pieces on my right hip into my lower ribs, left shoulder, and lower back, a small script piece in my left side bra line, a green carebear in my left bikini line and a large dream catcher down my left ribs. If there's a detail I've left out, feel free to ask ;)
What a week. 18 year old me had gone from a dry spell since AIT and graduation to a blow job, facial, and quick hard sex with a married captain at my first duty station. I was falling fast and hard for him. I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to think of me when he thought of being intimate. I wanted to be his release to do everything she wouldn't.
Dustin snapped me this morning, a pic of his obvious buldge greeting my day. "How's my little Private this morning? I wish you were here to help with this"....You have no idea Dustin. Now that the bandaid has been ripped off, I want nothing more than to keep going. I send him a snap back of my semi sheer, black athletic thong, holding it open in the front with the caption "you could drop your load right in here sir". Naughty I know. For some reason, the thought of him filling my underwear with cum is erotic and in the moment, I crave the feel of his warmth between my legs.
"Come by the house on your lunch break and you can have it" I get in reply. Fuck.
I get dressed in my camo uniform with a generic sports bra and the same black athletic thong underneath and try make it through the morning as routinely as possible. Not possible. All I can think of is what I'm willing to do for the married man I'm lusting for and it's got my mind anywhere but at work.
Dustin let's me know he left early for lunch so he's ready whenever I am. The whole drive over, my mind is racing at the prospect of what's about to happen. I knock and find the door open, with Dustin on the couch, laptop open to some semi sexy photos I'd sent to tease him over the last week while he strokes his firm shaft. "Private Hannah reporting as ordered sir" I say as sexily as I can muster in the spur of the moment.
"Private Hannah, you said you'd found a place to hold my cum" completely keeping character.
"Yes sir" I say, stepping around to stand in front of him, undoing my belt and the buttons on my pants, letting them drop to the floor around my ankles.
"Open up then, I'm already close since you decided to be late"
I hold open the front of my black athletic thong, exposing my shaved pubic area for his inspection.
"At least you remembered to shave to start the week" he says and he builds the pace of his stroking and touches the tip of his penis against my smooth skin. In moments I see him start to swell as he nears his release. A thick rope of white cum erupts from his tip and is followed by a second, third, and fourth. My underwear is filled with his thick, warm release and soon its soaked, mixing with my own minor arousal that has built at the situation. As he finishes, I let go of my waistband and allow my cum soaked thong to cling to my lower lips, teasing me with what could have been.
I pull my pants back up and stand breathless in front of eachother. It's been less than 10 minutes since I walked through the door, we've barely spoken and now his cum is dripping down my inner thigh. What has happened? I feel like an incredibly erotic play thing that's been used for a passing moment of pleasure and right then, I know I'm hooked.
"Hannah, I'm sorry if that was too much" Dustin says, coming to the realization that I'm now back in uniform with his cum filling my panties.
I kiss him square on the lips. "Shhhh babe. I wanted this. I want all of you"
"So you really liked that?"
"Dustin that has got to be one of the hottest things I've ever tried. I'm not changing for work"
I sit on his couch in a pool of his release while we chat for the remainder of our lunch hour. When it's time to go, I feel a glob of him drip down my leg. "Can I come spend the night tonight?" I ask, hoping to get my own release after work.
"Sure hun, I just have a few calls to make but it's okay"
I head back to work with a kiss goodbye and the rest of the day I can feel the stickiness between my legs and it keeps me on edge. I run back to my barracks room, take a fast shower, grab a change of clothes for tomorrow, and something special for tonight. I throw on some gym shorts and a hoodie over my sports bra. Coupled with my slides and I'm back across post and find a note on the door "on a call, be quite when you come in"
I come in and quietly shut the door and make my way past Dustin in the livingroom, obviously on a video chat with someone with the screen facing the wall to the garage. I hear a woman's voice say "oh man those walls are paper thin, I think I just heard the neighbors kids come home from school"
Oh shit, he's on with his wife I realize as I tiptoe my way to the master bedroom where I change into my suprise. Naked in his bedroom, I slip into a teal, sheer lace bra with enough underwire support to give me a little cleavage. I pull on a matching set of panties with an intricate sheer lace front and a single thin string between my cheeks in the back. I fold up my sticky cum soaked thong from earlier and walk back into the livingroom.
Dustin does a double take as I come around the corner. He covers this with a coughing fit as his wife asks if he's okay. "Yeah hun just had an itch in my throat" and they continue chatting, her oblivious to the fact that I've just sat down across from him.
I look him square in the eyes as I begin to tease my dark brown nipples through my sheer lace bra. As he tries to hold a conversation, I do everything I can to lightly tease him. I pinch and massage my breasts, softly run a finger between my legs on top of my lacy bottoms. I stand up and start to stretch, bending forward to let my small breasts hang just out of sight of his camera before turning around and bending forward, reaching back to spread my bum and letting the g-string bury itself between my cheeks, barely keeping my other tight hole from view.
I turn back around and unfold the sticky thong he came in earlier and hold it up for him to see the stain his release left on them, right between the legs. I pull my teal lace thong down in the front, and standing right behind his computer, I begin to lightly tease myself with the soft fabric of the back athletic thong, gently massaging my clit, resoaking the nearly dry panties with another round of sexual arousal.
As my arousal grows, I gradually push into my slick entrance and with one finger and then another, the soft athletic fabric of my underwear once again getting soaked as I rub my clit with them, teasing myself with the over stimulating feel against my raw bundle of nerves. I squat down, my face now right behind the computer screen as I squeeze my breast and open my mouth in a silent moan, performing for the man who can't respond.
All of a sudden I stop, ending my tease at the edge of release, not wanting to slip and give away what's going on...and to tease Dustin further. I stand up, place the arousal and cum soaked black thong on the table right behind his laptop and I walk to the kitchen and begin working on dinner with whatever ingredients I can scrounge up in the kitchen. It's such a turn on to do such a normal task in such a small set of lingerie and I secretly hope that Dustin is sneaking peeks at me from across the house.
At long last I feel warm, strong hands wrap around my waist and a kiss finds my cheek. "How's my baby girl, you little tease?"
I blush at the pet name the gentle touch. "I'm almost done, go sit down you silly boy" I say as I start to plate our dinner of chicken and grilled veggies, sauntering into the dining room like a server at one of those lingerie sports bars.
"So you sure know how to put on a show, Hannah" Dustin says as we begin to eat
"I can be anything you want me to be" I say as I begin a speech I'd thought through in my head, telling Dustin that I don't want casual, I want to be the girl he craves, the one who does the things that no one else does, who let's him try the things he's only imagined I'm his wildest sessions alone with himself.
"What do you get out of all of this?" He asks, questioning this step towards commitment.
"I get to explore myself and act out my cravings without having to deal with all the rumors of barracks and searching for guys to feel safe with. I don't want to be your wife. I just want you to forget her when your with me, and I want you to think of me when you choose how to play"
"Well if you're going to explore, we're going to have to push you out of your comfort zone and actually find new places and things to try"
My heart is racing as fantasies flood through my mind. "What do you have in mind?"
"Just play along with different roles and we'll see what happens baby girl"
Baby girl....is this role number one? Does Dustin think that with our 8 year age gap and my petite frame that we could play out what I think he wants to play? I did just tell him that I want to be the one he thinks of.
"Yes daddy"
"Good Girl"
I. Am. Wet.
"So what did you have in mind for dessert baby girl?"
I stand up, clean up, take Dustin by the hand. "These can end up on the floor too" i say motioning to my sheer lingerie.
"Not yet" he replies, guiding me back to the bedroom.
I find myself once again on Dustin's bed, this time guided into the center, onto my hands and knees. With gentle pressure between my shoulder blades, I drop to my elbows, arching my back and exposing my entrances to open view, my modesty preserved only by the thin g-string buried between my cheeks.
Dustin pulls that to the side, bringing my arousal fully into view. I shudder as a soft, wet tongue traces it's way teasingly between my parted lips, beginning at the bundle of nerves aching in my core and ending in the tight wet hole that's been longing to be filled since I started my teasing back at lunch. I moan a soft sigh of want as Dustin licks me again and again, using his thumbs to spread me open before teasing the inner entrance of my now soaked vagina with his oral stimulation.
After a few breathless minutes of almost over the edge teasing with his tongue, Dustin traces his tongue higher. My eyes go wide and my breath catches in my throat as his tongue glides across my other hole. After a brief pause, he repeats his elongated trail of tongue teasing a second and third time, ending on my bum every time.
I moan "Don't stop, daddy" as his tongue lingers on my hole, swirling around my rear entrance as his calloused fingers reach between my legs to tease my clit. I am so close as his tongue makes headway into my hole which is opening up for him at his constant stimulation.
"I'm going to fill you up baby girl" Dustin leans down and whispers in my ear, his tongue momentarily replaced by his thumb pressing further into my bum, slick with his saliva.
"Please daddy" I moan in reply, eager to keep my promise to do everything his wife won't do.
Dustin pulls away completely and reaches into his wife's nightstand. I see him pull out a bottle of lube and a silver plug with a red jeweled heart on the end, still in its packaging, unopened, unplayed with. I know what's coming and why we're playing this out right now.
Dustin removes the plug from its package and holds it tip first up to my lips. I know what he wants without saying a word. I stick out my tongue and lightly tease the cold metal tip, softly swirling circles around it, further and further down until I bob my head down, taking the whole plug in my mouth and closing my lips around the base. I look up at Dustin, the jeweled heart of the plug between my lips and softly moan in anticipation.
He pulls it out of my mouth and I seductively tease the tip one last time. "Wanna stick it in my ass daddy?" I beg as sexily as possible. After a few seconds of fumbling around with the lube bottle, I feel the cold liquid land on my hole, followed by a finger gently probing my already relaxed entrance. A moment later, the finger is replaced by the cold lubed plug and my breath catches in my throat as I stretch around the plug before closing down tightly on the base. Dustin moves my g-string back into place, covering my soaking wet lips and holding the plug firmly in my butt.
I look back at him pleadingly. I know I teased you hard earlier but if you stop now, this is just cruel. "Daddy please" I say breathlessly, not wanting the stimulation to stop while also acutely aware of the fullness inside my rear.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me daddy"
"You have two options Hannah. You teased me, so this is a tease for you. You can go to bed, right now, right like this, or you can get your punishment and then a reward like a good girl. Bed or a spanking, your choice"
"Spank me Daddy" I beg without a moment's hesitation
smack the sharp crack of Dustin's hand on my bare cheek takes me by suprise and I clench hard on the plug inside my bum. "Oh fuck daddy" I moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. smack smack smack come three more successive blows, landing on alternating cheeks. I moan almost tearfully as my arousal builds to the point that I'm literally ready to beg for release.
"Daddy please fuck me. Do whatever you want just let me cum please"
A firm tug pulls my g-string down to my knees, still on all fours with my face in the pillows. A hard shaft rubs between my lower lips, finds my eager entrance, and in one firm thrust is buried all the way inside me. I cry out, looking back over my shoulder at Dustin who looks like a man possessed with the overwhelming urge to use me for his pleasure, and in that moment, it's all I want as well.
His firm hands grip my hips and I arch my back, throwing myself back against him to meet his own rapid thrusts. My cheeks clap a faster and faster pace as the overwhelming feeling of being completely filled mixes with the intense pleasure of the moment. I'm red faced and breathless, moaning Dustin's name as he continues in an unrelenting pace, thrusting in and out, in and out. At one point he pulls my face out of the pillows, gripping my long dark hair by my ponytail and commands "You're gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy"
He releases my hair but I remain facing forward, head up and moaning through the moment "Yes daddy, oh my fuuuuuuuuuckkkk" comes from my innocent lips as he simultaneously pulls out the buttplug and buries himself all the way inside me as I can feel him swell and begin to release against my cervix.
"That's right daddy, cum inside my pussy" I beg as he thrusts again and again as my inner walls clench down and my own release spills out of me, uncontained as I find one of the strongest orgasms of my life. His thrusts slow and eventually he pulls out, leaving me leaking cum and lube from both my holes.
He returns with a warm towel and begins to clean me off as I sit up, still in my sheer bra, and kiss him firmly on the lips. "That was incredible, daddy" I whisper, my forehead resting against his as he finishes cleaning my sensitive areas.
"Would you like to rinse off?"
I reply yes and he runs us a sensual warm shower, where nothing but gentle washing and a few lingering kisses happens. He's patient as I take extra time under the soothing water and wraps me in a soft towel when I get out.
As we get dressed into comfy pajama shorts and tshirts, I ask "so was I a good girl, daddy?"
"The best. I think we should stick with this role for awhile if you're into it"
After the time I had tonight, I'm more than willing to play along. We discuss some likes and dislikes and limits (nothing that leaves a mark where I'll have to answer questions about it at work), and reagree that none of this is a thing on the few occasions that his wife visits during her internship. And duh, no telling work, that would fuck us both.
We end the night with gentle pillow talk, and he asks if,for the role, I'd be willing to let him help me get dressed in the mornings, helping me pick out bras and undies from a selection of things I'd actually wear to work. I welcome the increased interaction and dedicated time to talk every morning without a second thought, and I fall asleep with his arm wrapped around me from behind, his strong hand under my tshirt, soothingly placed on my bare stomach, just below my belly button and just teasingly far enough into the area covered by a bikini. I'm in heaven.