I am really into the BDSM lifestyle. I like being tied up, spanked, kneeling, being told I'm a good girl, etc. I have come to except this part of my life and I am happy with myself but since "50 shades of Grey" came out my friends have constantly been making fun of the Dom/Sub life style that some people, including me, lead. While I am aware how ridiculous "50 shades of Grey" is, it still hurts. I have been thinking about telling my friends and family about this lifestyle that I have chosen to follow. I have a Dom and I am in a committed relationship and it gets hard hiding this part of my life. It is more than just a sex thing, as most of these relationships are. I'm not sure if I should tell the people I am closest with that I am in this kind of relationship or not. part of me wants them to know so they stop making jokes, but the other part of me says that eventually the jokes will stop. However even after this I will have to continue hiding a big part of me. What should I do?

I'm still in love with my ex , we dated 4 years ago he just broke up with his fiance like recently when we were together I guess they were broken up , and years later he comes back in my life to find out he has a new girlfriend but he didn't tell me. Instead he decided it would be fun to drag me along , tell me to tell him how I feel , he admitted the same feelings so I told him to tell his girl about me or I will. He played dumb so I told her and she stayed with him after proof , of him admitting he loves me and glad my feelings for him ain't change I'm dumb but so is she why keep a relationship going after your boyfriend admits loving someone else ?

I'm married to a wonderful man. I've been sleeping with another wonderful man for four years. He's 13 years older than me and one day I plan to marry him. But he already has kids so I need to have my own with my husband first.

I'm a type one diabetic who has been trying to stop binge eating. I started reading a book about binge eating and the brain, and for some reason when I read it i started to throw up my food. Now I'm a bulemic. And I take comfort in identifying as that. It's like people will take me more seriously now. My body is falling apart. I'm horrified, but I seem to care less daily, even though I'm trying to take care of myself at the same time. There are too many people on this earth. We are all self conscious money machines that consume everything around us. I don't care about much anymore.

I'm being bullied by my roommate. She is cruel and laughs at the way she treats me. Because she is a great liar, people believe stories she has told and has turned all but one person against me. Now everyone calls me crazy. She hasn't paid rent in months and doesn't clean up after herself but I am petty when I ask her to clean or pay rent. She steals and is making my life a living hell. I am trapped here for 2 more months before I can leave. See she is pretty and manipulative and, like she says all the time, I am fat and ugly. Why do so many people only see the outside of a person and not the inside?

Finding out your boyfriend is depressed 3 days before Valentine's Day is something I never thought I'd have to go through. It doesn't help my depression. Especially when I feel responsible because he didn't start to feel bad in any way until he started dating me. He doesn't like it when other guys have anything to do with me. One of my best friends is a guy. He doesn't like it when I talk to him but he won't ask me to stop. He won't tell me what he wants me to do. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. It's all a mess and I love him. But he's hurting and I can't help but feel responsible. I broke him and I can't fix it. I just want to be happy and ok again. I just want to see him smile again.

I've been straight for 27 years and now I'm having a major crush on a girl I just met

She is 17 and I am 51. And we're in love. Nothing sexual to it. The farthest we have even gone is holding hands or hugging... no kissing even.... but she is the dearest, sweetest most beautiful girl I know. It's been 5 months now, and when she walks in the room, my whole world comes to life. We see each other for 4 hours every week... text daily... but we live our lives in secret --- afraid to tell her parents. --- or my wife. The honestly funny thing is that I wasn't in love with her until my wife told her -My husband loves you- one day during our ESL class. Until that very moment I had never thought about her in that way.... and from then on our relationship grew. We've gone to movies (with my wife along!) and held hands in the dark of the theater. We've hugged behind my wife's back while she plays her stupid computer games. She's even inspired me to start writing poetry again. (I was an award winning poet in the 90's -- gave it up because my wife gives me no inspiration.)