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2020.10.27 17:14 15throw15away15 Nude photos of my mom

I tried posting this to legaladvice, but they just took it down. I don't know why and I'm incredibly frustrated that I can't even post this shit to that sub because of the stupid rules.
This is a long story. I've tried to sum it up as best as I can. But it's still long. I just want one person to read this at least. Just one. I'm leaving out some details because it would take up an entire book if I were to write everything out.
Important prefaces - my dad is a mentally and emotionally abusive narcissistic control freak who has messed me up big time over the years. I also have BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) and dropped out of school in 10th grade due to mental issues. I'm ALSO extremely, very against porn, not for religious reasons even, I'm an atheist. I just believe that a man should be 100% loyal to his woman, and not even look at other women in any way (and vice versa). Porn/sex work is also a very fucked up industry in general. Say what you want about that, that's not what I'm here to discuss anyways. It's not up for debate. But it's integral information.
That being said, I've had a lot of mental health issues starting from a very young age, stemming from my dad's mistreatment of me and from intense bullying at school, as well as other events that have occurred throughout my life - including being raped/sexually assaulted when I was 14.
I also started being very promiscuous way too early on. I got my first computer at 8 years old and found hardcore porn, which I got addicted to. From 8 to 14 I was addicted to porn and saw myself as an object. A young girl viewing porn is a much different perspective than that of a guys. I was way too sexual for a child. Part of the reason behind this was probably the issues I had with my father being distant and emotionally unavailable. (I'm 18 now and haven't watched porn in like 3 years or so. I hate it so much). Anyways.
When I was 15, I was very alone and very vulnerable. My brother, who is 6 years older than me, felt bad. I was friendless. So he started to bring me sometimes when he would go over to his friend's house to watch UFC fights, or whatever. We'll call this friend "Bob".
Whenever I'd go with my brother to Bob's house to hang out, there would be maybe 3-5 of his friends there collectively. It wasn't just him and Bob. His friends girlfriends would sometimes come along too, so I wasn't always the only girl in the room.
Bob and all of my brother's other friends were normal and never really gave a fuck about me. In fact most of his friends just kind of disregarded me and I would sit there and watch the TV quietly and smoke weed. (I started dabbling with weed at around 14, my brother smokes it too, so do his friends. It's always just helped me cope).
But this friend, Bob, had an older brother. We'll call him Todd. Keep in mind - when I was 15, my brother and his friends were all around 21-22 years old. Bob's brother, Todd, was 24 at the time.
Well, I happened to be there one day when Todd came down to chill with everyone for the first time. He didn't always come down, because he was a loner. He saw me and it seemed like he immediately took notice of me. He knew I was young, and knew I was the sibling of one of his brother's friends.
He started paying special attention to me. I remember him asking me what my favorite music was/what kind of music I listened to. I replied that I'd been listening to a lot of Soundgarden lately. He then played a Soundgarden music video on the computer. He would smile at me and look at me a lot.
After that, I'd keep coming to hang out, and I'd see him more and more. Eventually, I asked him for his snapchat. Yes, I was the one who did that, oddly enough. I was lonely, vulnerable, and in need of attention. This older man was giving me that attention, so I latched onto it and went out of my way to get his snapchat. He didn't protest. He added me back and started chatting with me from there.
I began sending him nudes. At 15 years old. He gladly accepted them and would tell me (actual quotes) that I'm "his little treasure", that I'm "juicy", and that he's "counting down the days until I turn 16". 16 is the age of consent here in Canada. I wish it fucking wasn't. My naive self reveled in the attention he gave me. I became very attached to this guy.
A couple months passed and eventually I started sneaking out late at night to go and hang out with Todd by myself. He worked the evening shift at a factory, and ended work at 11pm. I would sneak out at around 2-3am almost every night, walk to his house which was 5 minutes away, and hang out with him until 4 or 5 in the morning. Sometimes even 6. This obviously started messing my sleep schedule up a lot.
He let me smoke his weed and always gave me some to have. He started buying me cigarettes too, since I started mixing tobacco with weed when I'd smoke bongs (I quit tobacco since then, it's been over a year).
He never made a creepy move on me when I'd come and hang out. We would always hang out in this "smoking room" in his basement. It had a lock and everything. He could have done something but he didn't. It wasn't until a few weeks of hanging out with him like that, that I asked if he wanted to kiss me at the door when I was about to go home. He said yes and had this childish look on his face, like a kid in a candy store who was super giddy. I gave him a peck on the lips and then left. Yes, he let a 15 year old walk at night alone that late.
Note that this guy was a virgin at 24. Never even kissed a girl, I don't think. Meanwhile, I had lost my virginity at 14 with a guy my age and had more experience since then. I know, I know. I wish I hadn't done it that young.
After that kiss, we decided we were dating. It became apparent to Bob, my brother's friend, that I was hanging out with his older brother Todd. Bob was weirded out and concerned by that, so he went to my brother to let him know. My brother questioned me about it, but I managed to convince him nothing was wrong and that it was ok. I don't know how. Apparently, Todd had also contacted my brother telling him that he liked me or something to that effect, and my brother just told Todd that it's "her choice whether she dates you or not".
So we started dating. Next up was to try and convince my parents that it was ok. At first, they lightly tried telling me that it wasn't a good idea. However, I never once remember them sternly trying to explain to me the intentions of this older dude or why he wasn't what he seemed to be. They just sort of... barely tried to tell me it was not a great idea, and then gave up. Nobody talked to Todd himself, nobody went to Todd's parents. Everyone was just trying to tell a mentally unstable 15 year old that this older guy "wasn't a good idea", as if I had the capacity to listen and understand that I was being groomed and taken advantage of. Which they didn't even explicitly say.
Part of why they gave up was because me, having BPD and a plethora of attachment issues and daddy issues, would have HUGE episodes if anyone tried coming between me and Todd in the slightest. To the point where I was suicidal and saying I'd kill myself if I couldn't see him.
If my parents tried telling me not to sleep over at his house or something, I would go into a rage, into a panic, into chaos. I'd scream and cry and self harm. They came to a "deal" that I was allowed to sleep over at his house only once a week, and I took it. They eventually just accepted the relationship and didn't protest anymore. I would bring him over, I'd go over to his house, and everything was... "normal". My dad even said "you know what, I actually kinda like this guy" to my mom.
Before we started dating, I made sure to express my hatred of porn to Todd, and I expressed, crystal clear, that I expect a man to be 100% loyal and keep his eyes to me. I do the same thing when in a relationship. I'm just very monogamous. He agreed and assured me that he stopped watching porn altogether for me, and that he was only looking at the photos I'd send him. He had so many nudes of me saved on his phone. I was young and naive, so naturally I bought his lies of loyalty.
Anyways - I met his parents and he met mine. I would go to family gatherings with him and meet his relatives. He met my grandma and he was there with me when my cat who I loved very much passed away.
It became so normalized. But over time it became more and more clear how dysfunctional the relationship was.
The relationship slowly morphed into more and more fights. My BPD went from being triggered around him rarely, to being triggered constantly. I had huge episodes around him where he would just ignore me, leave the room to let me suffer and panic and break down by myself, and just overall not respond properly at all. If he did try to comfort me, the effort was shallow and he gave up very quickly. Admittedly, I sometimes became so uncontrollable in my episodes that I hit him a few times during the relationship. I'm not proud of that but he would always just take it from me and the most he'd do is say, "don't hit me" in an annoyed voice.
He never learned anything. We dated for a year and a half before we broke up. Throughout that year and a half, his responses to my breakdowns remained a constant, each time, even after having serious conversations with him about my mental state and giving him advice and tips on how he should respond accordingly when I become that way. (yes I have looked into therapy. I've gone through 8+ therapists and will try again).
He never treated me like a girlfriend but rather as a friend with benefits.
The fights would never end. I would cry and beg him to change certain habits, like sleeping in way too late, smoking way too much weed and tobacco, not showing me much affection, not washing his hair. Just lazy habits that over time began to piss me off. He would ALWAYS cry with me at the end of fights promising to change and yet he wouldn't. Each time. And my weak ass couldn't leave. I was way too attached. But I was going insane.
I realized after so long that I didn't actually love him at all, and I was only with him out of fear that nobody else would want me or deal with me. He used to be an escape from my home life, he used to have me infatuated with him and obsessed with him. But he just became another problem to face. I didn't love him anymore, I don't think I ever truly did in my naive mind. He was constantly blaming me for my episodes and telling me to get help but he would be the cause of my episodes more than half the time. The entire relationship was so fucked up. I would legitimately go insane with the breakdowns I'd have, hitting my head against brick walls, pulling at my hair, screaming, crying. I experienced those episodes time and time again in part because of his actions towards me.
For example, he knew abandonment was a huge, giant, terrible fear of mine. Earlier on in the relationship, he left to a cottage trip without telling me and stayed a week while I was at home falling apart because he seemingly dropped off the face of earth and wouldn't respond to me. He refused to talk to me and only started picking up the phone at the end of his stay. That shit fucked me up. It doesn't sound that bad typed out but it was a punch to my gut.
Anyways. In June of this year, I found the proof that took the blinders off my eyes for good. I was on his phone, (in front of him, he let me go on it) and in the vault of my nudes, I found a sexual instagram text post. I immediately became suspicious and went to find instagram on his phone. It wasn't even downloaded. So I went to his browser, typed in "instagram" and it immediately came up as an often-used suggestion. Low and behold, he had made an entire fake account that he hid from me that he used SOLELY for looking at half naked IG models and pornographic stuff.
And he did all that when he had an entire vault of my own nudes. It was an encryption app called Keepsafe that requires a pass code to get in. That's where he kept all of the nudes I'd sent him, over 300 of them.
This guy was a porn addict from day 1 and hid it from me the entire time. He "used" to watch porn in VR. Pathetic.
When I found that shit, I IMMEDIATELY got up, told him to delete all my stuff off his phone, and left home. He tried yelling after me that he still loves me and I just screamed at him, bloody murder, that his ass did not love me when he was doing that shit behind my back.
After a few days I went to his house to make sure that app with my nudes on it was uninstalled off his phone. It was still on his phone, of course, so I made him uninstall it in front of me. He did. But I was still paranoid that if he reinstalled the app, the photos would come back. So I made him reinstall it to show me.
A log in screen came up. He hastily said "see, look, it's gone, it's just a log in screen now" and then quickly put his phone away and didn't let me see it again.
I am almost certain he logged back in and still has my underage nudes on his phone.
A few weeks or days after that, he hand wrote me a letter which he managed to give to my brother when he saw him hanging out with his brother Bob.
This is the letter: https://imgur.com/a/bJANVKQ
Very creepy and poorly written.
I also found out after we broke up that he made a fake account to stalk me on instagram with after I blocked him. On that account, he was following several 16 year old girls (!!!) and some dirty porn type of profiles. He was also following ALMOST EVERY ACCOUNT THAT I WAS FOLLOWING. Including my new boyfriend. When I found out about that account, which he made under a fake name, I messaged it a lengthy paragraph informing it that I knew it was him and that I have notified the police of his predatory behavior, which isn't a lie - I did, in fact, call the police and open a case on him shortly after we broke up and I realized he was a pedo, basically.
Here is the message I wrote: https://imgur.com/a/f4Y6mlR
After I sent that message, he became unhinged and started harassing me.
He made 8+ fake accounts under fake names, one after the other. He started messaging me paragraphs about how fucked up I was, comparing me to my dad, telling me I was just like him the entire time, sending me articles about "BPD abuse", writing me huge text walls filled with poison. He would go on my reddit account and stalk that too. He also viewed my LINKED IN which I haven't used in years. He would send me quotes about "narcissists ghosting their victims", implying that I was a narcissist who was merely just ghosting him.
Here are some of the messages he sent me off his fake accounts: https://imgur.com/a/fKe7OON
After this stalking and harrassment begun, I got into contact with police again and updated them on the situation. It was a lengthy process of phone calls and submitting screenshots of evidence only to be fucking useless in the end.
All this creepy motherfucker got was a phone call from an officer telling him to stop harassing me. They told him that "if he continues then his actions could cross into the realm of criminal". What was NOT criminal about everything he did to me? From dating me in the first place, to stalking and harassing me the second he knew my rejection was finalized?
The cop just closed my case after talking to him on the phone.
I want justice. I want that shit off his phone gone. I want to KNOW that he does not have my underage lewd photos anymore.
My parents and brother, after the whole ordeal, after I realized how screwed up everything was, had an "I told you so" attitude about it toward me. My brother refuses to delete Todd off his social media because "it's very awkward and I don't want to see him again at Bob's house knowing I unadded him". I will forever hate that he's even sparing this piece of shit's feelings in any way after what I went through with him.
My new partner is amazing, honest, and kind. He is only 3 years older. He has shown me what a normal, loving relationship should look like and I haven't been aggressive to him in any way like I was with my ex. I am significantly better off mentally with my current partner.
My question is: what the fuck do I do? The police didn't give a shit, even when I told them he was PREDATORY and following 16 year old girls. They didn't search his phone after I said that I'm scared he still has my underage nudes on it. So who the hell will deal with him? Everyone in my life turned a blind eye to my fucked up "relationship" with him. I can't just let this go, I cannot let this piece of perverted shit go scott free with just a fucking phone call from police. Fuck the police.
I need advice. Please. Someone. Anyone.
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This is a long story. I've tried to sum it up as best as I can. But it's still long. I just want one person to read this at least. Just one. I'm leaving out some details because it would take up an entire book if I were to write everything out.
Important prefaces - my dad is a mentally and emotionally abusive narcissistic control freak who has messed me up big time over the years. I also have BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder) and dropped out of school in 10th grade due to mental issues. I'm ALSO extremely, very against porn, not for religious reasons even, I'm an atheist. I just believe that a man should be 100% loyal to his woman, and not even look at other women in any way (and vice versa). Porn/sex work is also a very fucked up industry in general. Say what you want about that, that's not what I'm here to discuss anyways. It's not up for debate. But it's integral information.
That being said, I've had a lot of mental health issues starting from a very young age, stemming from my dad's mistreatment of me and from intense bullying at school, as well as other events that have occurred throughout my life - including being raped/sexually assaulted when I was 14.
I also started being very promiscuous way too early on. I got my first computer at 8 years old and found hardcore porn, which I got addicted to. From 8 to 14 I was addicted to porn and saw myself as an object. A young girl viewing porn is a much different perspective than that of a guys. I was way too sexual for a child. Part of the reason behind this was probably the issues I had with my father being distant and emotionally unavailable. (I'm 18 now and haven't watched porn in like 3 years or so. I hate it so much). Anyways.
When I was 15, I was very alone and very vulnerable. My brother, who is 6 years older than me, felt bad. I was friendless. So he started to bring me sometimes when he would go over to his friend's house to watch UFC fights, or whatever. We'll call this friend "Bob".
Whenever I'd go with my brother to Bob's house to hang out, there would be maybe 3-5 of his friends there collectively. It wasn't just him and Bob. His friends girlfriends would sometimes come along too, so I wasn't always the only girl in the room.
Bob and all of my brother's other friends were normal and never really gave a fuck about me. In fact most of his friends just kind of disregarded me and I would sit there and watch the TV quietly and smoke weed. (I started dabbling with weed at around 14, my brother smokes it too, so do his friends. It's always just helped me cope).
But this friend, Bob, had an older brother. We'll call him Todd. Keep in mind - when I was 15, my brother and his friends were all around 21-22 years old. Bob's brother, Todd, was 24 at the time.
Well, I happened to be there one day when Todd came down to chill with everyone for the first time. He didn't always come down, because he was a loner. He saw me and it seemed like he immediately took notice of me. He knew I was young, and knew I was the sibling of one of his brother's friends.
He started paying special attention to me. I remember him asking me what my favorite music was/what kind of music I listened to. I replied that I'd been listening to a lot of Soundgarden lately. He then played a Soundgarden music video on the computer. He would smile at me and look at me a lot.
After that, I'd keep coming to hang out, and I'd see him more and more. Eventually, I asked him for his snapchat. Yes, I was the one who did that, oddly enough. I was lonely, vulnerable, and in need of attention. This older man was giving me that attention, so I latched onto it and went out of my way to get his snapchat. He didn't protest. He added me back and started chatting with me from there.
I began sending him nudes. At 15 years old. He gladly accepted them and would tell me (actual quotes) that I'm "his little treasure", that I'm "juicy", and that he's "counting down the days until I turn 16". 16 is the age of consent here in Canada. I wish it fucking wasn't. My naive self reveled in the attention he gave me. I became very attached to this guy.
A couple months passed and eventually I started sneaking out late at night to go and hang out with Todd by myself. He worked the evening shift at a factory, and ended work at 11pm. I would sneak out at around 2-3am almost every night, walk to his house which was 5 minutes away, and hang out with him until 4 or 5 in the morning. Sometimes even 6. This obviously started messing my sleep schedule up a lot.
He let me smoke his weed and always gave me some to have. He started buying me cigarettes too, since I started mixing tobacco with weed when I'd smoke bongs (I quit tobacco since then, it's been over a year).
He never made a creepy move on me when I'd come and hang out. We would always hang out in this "smoking room" in his basement. It had a lock and everything. He could have done something but he didn't. It wasn't until a few weeks of hanging out with him like that, that I asked if he wanted to kiss me at the door when I was about to go home. He said yes and had this childish look on his face, like a kid in a candy store who was super giddy. I gave him a peck on the lips and then left. Yes, he let a 15 year old walk at night alone that late.
Note that this guy was a virgin at 24. Never even kissed a girl, I don't think. Meanwhile, I had lost my virginity at 14 with a guy my age and had more experience since then. I know, I know. I wish I hadn't done it that young.
After that kiss, we decided we were dating. It became apparent to Bob, my brother's friend, that I was hanging out with his older brother Todd. Bob was weirded out and concerned by that, so he went to my brother to let him know. My brother questioned me about it, but I managed to convince him nothing was wrong and that it was ok. I don't know how. Apparently, Todd had also contacted my brother telling him that he liked me or something to that effect, and my brother just told Todd that it's "her choice whether she dates you or not".
So we started dating. Next up was to try and convince my parents that it was ok. At first, they lightly tried telling me that it wasn't a good idea. However, I never once remember them sternly trying to explain to me the intentions of this older dude or why he wasn't what he seemed to be. They just sort of... barely tried to tell me it was not a great idea, and then gave up. Nobody talked to Todd himself, nobody went to Todd's parents. Everyone was just trying to tell a mentally unstable 15 year old that this older guy "wasn't a good idea", as if I had the capacity to listen and understand that I was being groomed and taken advantage of. Which they didn't even explicitly say.
Part of why they gave up was because me, having BPD and a plethora of attachment issues and daddy issues, would have HUGE episodes if anyone tried coming between me and Todd in the slightest. To the point where I was suicidal and saying I'd kill myself if I couldn't see him.
If my parents tried telling me not to sleep over at his house or something, I would go into a rage, into a panic, into chaos. I'd scream and cry and self harm. They came to a "deal" that I was allowed to sleep over at his house only once a week, and I took it. They eventually just accepted the relationship and didn't protest anymore. I would bring him over, I'd go over to his house, and everything was... "normal". My dad even said "you know what, I actually kinda like this guy" to my mom.
Before we started dating, I made sure to express my hatred of porn to Todd, and I expressed, crystal clear, that I expect a man to be 100% loyal and keep his eyes to me. I do the same thing when in a relationship. I'm just very monogamous. He agreed and assured me that he stopped watching porn altogether for me, and that he was only looking at the photos I'd send him. He had so many nudes of me saved on his phone. I was young and naive, so naturally I bought his lies of loyalty.
Anyways - I met his parents and he met mine. I would go to family gatherings with him and meet his relatives. He met my grandma and he was there with me when my cat who I loved very much passed away.
It became so normalized. But over time it became more and more clear how dysfunctional the relationship was.
The relationship slowly morphed into more and more fights. My BPD went from being triggered around him rarely, to being triggered constantly. I had huge episodes around him where he would just ignore me, leave the room to let me suffer and panic and break down by myself, and just overall not respond properly at all. If he did try to comfort me, the effort was shallow and he gave up very quickly. Admittedly, I sometimes became so uncontrollable in my episodes that I hit him a few times during the relationship. I'm not proud of that but he would always just take it from me and the most he'd do is say, "don't hit me" in an annoyed voice.
He never learned anything. We dated for a year and a half before we broke up. Throughout that year and a half, his responses to my breakdowns remained a constant, each time, even after having serious conversations with him about my mental state and giving him advice and tips on how he should respond accordingly when I become that way. (yes I have looked into therapy. I've gone through 8+ therapists and will try again).
He never treated me like a girlfriend but rather as a friend with benefits.
The fights would never end. I would cry and beg him to change certain habits, like sleeping in way too late, smoking way too much weed and tobacco, not showing me much affection, not washing his hair. Just lazy habits that over time began to piss me off. He would ALWAYS cry with me at the end of fights promising to change and yet he wouldn't. Each time. And my weak ass couldn't leave. I was way too attached. But I was going insane.
I realized after so long that I didn't actually love him at all, and I was only with him out of fear that nobody else would want me or deal with me. He used to be an escape from my home life, he used to have me infatuated with him and obsessed with him. But he just became another problem to face. I didn't love him anymore, I don't think I ever truly did in my naive mind. He was constantly blaming me for my episodes and telling me to get help but he would be the cause of my episodes more than half the time. The entire relationship was so fucked up. I would legitimately go insane with the breakdowns I'd have, hitting my head against brick walls, pulling at my hair, screaming, crying. I experienced those episodes time and time again in part because of his actions towards me.
For example, he knew abandonment was a huge, giant, terrible fear of mine. Earlier on in the relationship, he left to a cottage trip without telling me and stayed a week while I was at home falling apart because he seemingly dropped off the face of earth and wouldn't respond to me. He refused to talk to me and only started picking up the phone at the end of his stay. That shit fucked me up. It doesn't sound that bad typed out but it was a punch to my gut.
Anyways. In June of this year, I found the proof that took the blinders off my eyes for good. I was on his phone, (in front of him, he let me go on it) and in the vault of my nudes, I found a sexual instagram text post. I immediately became suspicious and went to find instagram on his phone. It wasn't even downloaded. So I went to his browser, typed in "instagram" and it immediately came up as an often-used suggestion. Low and behold, he had made an entire fake account that he hid from me that he used SOLELY for looking at half naked IG models and pornographic stuff.
And he did all that when he had an entire vault of my own nudes. It was an encryption app called Keepsafe that requires a pass code to get in. That's where he kept all of the nudes I'd sent him, over 300 of them.
This guy was a porn addict from day 1 and hid it from me the entire time. He "used" to watch porn in VR. Pathetic.
When I found that shit, I IMMEDIATELY got up, told him to delete all my stuff off his phone, and left home. He tried yelling after me that he still loves me and I just screamed at him, bloody murder, that his ass did not love me when he was doing that shit behind my back.
After a few days I went to his house to make sure that app with my nudes on it was uninstalled off his phone. It was still on his phone, of course, so I made him uninstall it in front of me. He did. But I was still paranoid that if he reinstalled the app, the photos would come back. So I made him reinstall it to show me.
A log in screen came up. He hastily said "see, look, it's gone, it's just a log in screen now" and then quickly put his phone away and didn't let me see it again.
I am almost certain he logged back in and still has my underage nudes on his phone.
A few weeks or days after that, he hand wrote me a letter which he managed to give to my brother when he saw him hanging out with his brother Bob.
This is the letter: https://imgur.com/a/bJANVKQ
Very creepy and poorly written.
I also found out after we broke up that he made a fake account to stalk me on instagram with after I blocked him. On that account, he was following several 16 year old girls (!!!) and some dirty porn type of profiles. He was also following ALMOST EVERY ACCOUNT THAT I WAS FOLLOWING. Including my new boyfriend. When I found out about that account, which he made under a fake name, I messaged it a lengthy paragraph informing it that I knew it was him and that I have notified the police of his predatory behavior, which isn't a lie - I did, in fact, call the police and open a case on him shortly after we broke up and I realized he was a pedo, basically.
Here is the message I wrote: https://imgur.com/a/f4Y6mlR
After I sent that message, he became unhinged and started harassing me.
He made 8+ fake accounts under fake names, one after the other. He started messaging me paragraphs about how fucked up I was, comparing me to my dad, telling me I was just like him the entire time, sending me articles about "BPD abuse", writing me huge text walls filled with poison. He would go on my reddit account and stalk that too. He also viewed my LINKED IN which I haven't used in years. He would send me quotes about "narcissists ghosting their victims", implying that I was a narcissist who was merely just ghosting him.
Here are some of the messages he sent me off his fake accounts: https://imgur.com/a/fKe7OON
After this stalking and harrassment begun, I got into contact with police again and updated them on the situation. It was a lengthy process of phone calls and submitting screenshots of evidence only to be fucking useless in the end.
All this creepy motherfucker got was a phone call from an officer telling him to stop harassing me. They told him that "if he continues then his actions could cross into the realm of criminal". What was NOT criminal about everything he did to me? From dating me in the first place, to stalking and harassing me the second he knew my rejection was finalized?
The cop just closed my case after talking to him on the phone.
I want justice. I want that shit off his phone gone. I want to KNOW that he does not have my underage lewd photos anymore.
My parents and brother, after the whole ordeal, after I realized how screwed up everything was, had an "I told you so" attitude about it toward me. My brother refuses to delete Todd off his social media because "it's very awkward and I don't want to see him again at Bob's house knowing I unadded him". I will forever hate that he's even sparing this piece of shit's feelings in any way after what I went through with him.
My new partner is amazing, honest, and kind. He is only 3 years older. He has shown me what a normal, loving relationship should look like and I haven't been aggressive to him in any way like I was with my ex. I am significantly better off mentally with my current partner.
My question is: what the fuck do I do? The police didn't give a shit, even when I told them he was PREDATORY and following 16 year old girls. They didn't search his phone after I said that I'm scared he still has my underage nudes on it. So who the hell will deal with him? Everyone in my life turned a blind eye to my fucked up "relationship" with him. I can't just let this go, I cannot let this piece of perverted shit go scott free with just a fucking phone call from police. Fuck the police.
I need advice. Please. Someone. Anyone.
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2020.10.27 07:25 politicanxious218 Day 0

I want to be done. I am depressed, no motivation to do anything, no job, no car, in school but behind on work, all chasing that pie, I live with my mom at 25, no relationship, minimal friendship. I used to be addicted to weed but I stopped. Gambling makes me so happy and fulfilled, my life is a never ending search, and the sad part is, I do not know what I’m looking for. I have mental illnesses, OCD and anxiety. I can’t sleep at night. I sell photos of myself nude to gamble. I lie to gamble, I steal to gamble. I have nothing. Every dime I come across I gamble it. I am praying for relief and deliverance from this demon that has taken over my life.
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2020.10.25 17:09 dleftmeunabletowalk Nude photos of my mom

I don't really know where to start. My exs have almost all cheated on me. I thought for years it was my fault. Slowly accepted that no its really not. I started getting attracted to people older than me because all I could see with people my age were cheaters. None of the older people I've dated have cheated on me. We had good times slowly realized we just didn't match and left on good notes. I started seeing a guy 8 years older than me. He's great. He's sweet, kind, listens to me but also calls me out on my bullshit. Out relationship went kind of fast in the beginning. From just meeting each other on tinder to being a couple in two weeks. It was like dating a woman except he was a man in every sense. I got sick 2 months into our relationship. I can't walk right, our sex life was still active but I couldn't top or do a lot of moves. This made it impossible to work or study though. I'm still trying to this day but it is hard finding work. 10 months into our relationship we made tinder account to joke around with. We made it very clear it was just for that night and I actually got banned however I don't know why even though I contacted tinder(not important, just to show that I didn't really care about being banned since we weren't going to use it again). A month later I was on his phone to read his mom message to him because his fingers sticky. After replying I went to the home page to get to camera because I love taking photos. I saw the tinder app. I opened. He was still talking to girls. I cried. He deleted his account saying sorry and I just wanted to feel attractive and it was just innocent convos. I pointed out he deleted before I could read if it even was innocent. From then on its been a little strained. I told him he's allowed to have chatting apps to meet new people because I did see he had a guy on the tinder as well. But he had to be honest and can't hide it. And he said I was allowed to read the messages then just to be sure it wasn't flirting. We didn't have sex for a month.
Now it's about 2 weeks until our 2 year anniversary and I wanted to send my mom a super cute picture of our cats so I opened the pictures app and there were tons of screenshot of badoo girls pfps and even of their Snapchats. There was even a few nudes which he said were from subreddit. At first he said the pictures must've gotten there when he transfered pictures from his old one to the one I'm lending him. Then he admitted that they were taken when I was away for 3 weeks with my parents. I feel numb. I want to cry because I live this man. But I don't know what to do. I want to know how to get through this or if this is just too many red flags. I don't want to break up with him, not even a little so if you think there's a chance and you have advice please give it. But I also need to know if I need to leave. I know from my exs before I started dating older that I'm not good at knowing when to leave when this kind of bullshit is involved. Thank you in advance.
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2020.10.22 00:25 SoSadMad My of photos nude mom

We are 7 months post DDay. In the very beginning his AP was silent and refused to talk to me or respond to my calls and texts. She totally ghosted me and it drove me nuts because I was just nuts in general in the beginning and looking for a fight, an explanation, an apology, anything. Eventually I felt embarrassed and humiliated that I lowered myself to contacting her so often while it seemed she took the high road by ghosting me. Then something changed, about two months ago.
I randomly checked one of her many social media (I can’t help it!). And she had a photo of my husband on it as her profile! Although his face wasn’t visible. But I knew it was him. And others who know him well may have recognized him. She also had been posting memes and quotes that were clearly meant for me to see and meant to hurt my feelings. Things about being fat (I used to be and struggle always to keep my weight healthy). Memes making fun of my heritage. Memes/quotes making fun of the type of career I have. And old lady jokes (shes younger than me).
I ignored it for as long as I could stand it which was really only a few days, lol. Then I privately messaged her and asked politely but firmly to please remove his photo. She said no. I said she was being disrespectful to him (considering she was “in love” with him just a few months ago) and disrespectful to her husband, even if they are almost divorced (they still live together and put on a united front for most). She then told me something pretty nasty: to go fuck myself the way my husband fucked her then proceeded to tell me more horrible things (involving their sex details, which I already knew but maybe she didn’t know that?) Then before I could respond she blocked me.
But then the next day she starts back up on another social media and actually calls me out by name. How humiliating! We have mutual friends. Even though she didn’t come right out admit their affair on her social media, she dropped enough hints to give people an idea that some major shit went down and that all the weird stuff she had been posting in the last two months was likely tied to me. My name is somewhat ethnic and unusual in this country. So it’s highly likely that most viewers knew exactly who she was talking about.
I don’t want this out in public, even my family doesn’t know, so I private messaged her again and said to stop the shit. We exchange very few angry DM’s and then she blocks me again but then immediately texts my husband to rat me out. Said he needed to “reign me in and make me stay off her social media”. First of all, wasn’t she baiting me?! Wasn’t she hoping I was seeing it all?! Otherwise what’s the point? And told him I was stalking her. He showed me the text and did not respond. Oh, and her skanky sisters and girlfriends all commented things cheering her on and these bitches are married moms. WTF?!
You know I kept checking. All her accounts.
She started up again and hasn’t stopped. She seems to block and unblock me about every few days, and still posts things that are hurtful and obviously aimed at me. And then just today, another pic of my husband, not his face, but obviously one he had sent her in private, and my fucking artwork shows in the background.
I am livid.
I want to fight her and claw her eyes out. I want to humiliate her on social media the was she did me. I want to make her tell me wtf her problem is when I’m the victim, not her, damnit. I want to say why are you risking your own reputation and that of your innocent husband who desires reconciliation, btw. But I also know that she holds some power here (to further humiliate us or my biggest fear, she will post screenshots of their sexting or nudes or worse). So if I keep reacting to her craziness, it could make it worse. But I’m also not good at taking the high road. At least not right now. I feel so justified in being an innocent victim of their affair and that she is evil for cheating on her husband and with another married man and now her newest antics. I feel like my silence or ignoring her is allowing her to “win”. I don’t want her to think I’m scared of her. I don’t want her to think she actually hurt me with her words and pics (even tho she did 😢). I don’t want her to think my husband believed her tattle text. He was on my side, bitch.
Husband says to ignore her. Says that’s the best way to hurt her and make her go away. He’s soooo out of the fog now and has major remorse for the affair, etc. sees now that he actually went slumming to be with her and is highly embarrassed by his choice of AP. He is desperate for her to disappear from our life, more so than me.
Two main questions for this sub: how would you handle this and WHY is she doing this? Why now? After being silent for so long. I feel like if I understood the WHY I would better know how to proceed.
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F me, this got long. Forgive me. Also, thank god for this sub, literally, it’s been my life preserver since dday ❤️
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2020.10.15 23:50 strongmamaa Nude my of mom photos

Want to start off by saying thank you to anyone who gets through reading this post ❤️ I’m really needing some help, clarity / relationship advice! 😭
OK to start off I am a mom of two girls my oldest daughter is 4 and me and her dad are no longer together he cheated on me and was a idiot narcissist & I vowed to myself I would never get in that sort of relationship again. Fast forward to last year in February I met a guy on tinder 4 months later BOOM! Pregnant again our daughter is now 8 months old. Side note he is 13 years older than me I’m 21. It was complicated in the beginning but he said he was going to be there for me and her and wanted to do this together I moved into his place a few months later last fall and I just felt completely insecure about our entire relationship given the circumstances he never really even asked me to be his girlfriend he expected it to just be implied. So I did some digging as us girls do when we have doubts. I only got access to his computer and I saw he had asked a girl for nudes and had been flirting with another one via Twitter, a few months back before finding those messages when I was pregnant and we were together.. aka cheating. I confronted him about it crying he said that he would never hurt me and he would never do that to me again.. time went on things were good, we had our little baby girl and then the doubts started rolling in again. Sure enough one night our-month-old baby in my arms we were sitting on the couch watching a movie I was exhausted and I saw that he was on his phone which I thought was weird I asked him what he was doing even though I got a glimpse of him on Snapchat, he said so naturally” I was just texting my mom”, I said OK let me see and I grabbed his phone he tried grabbing it back from me and then the Snapchat notification from a girl pop down. He cheated again. This time with a coworker he said it was only a bikini picture and then went through his phone saw that he had gotten nudes from another girl a few months prior. He said he was sorry & was crying & that “he’ll change” and he didn’t really realize what he’d loose .. BS.. I was upset but I stupidly forgave him. Couple days later I was going through his phone and I found a nude photo of his coworker so he lied and it wasn’t just bikini pics. I forgave him you guys I know I’m SO STUPID. He still works with this girl to this day he is a nurse so he is around a bunch of girls all the time. This was six months ago. I can tell he has made changes since then, I have access to his phone we went to counseling etc. but when I try to bring up my insecurities or my feelings about our relationship or even just small issues like every relationship has he makes me feel like they’re not important —just more issues in our relationship, other than cheating. For example the other night I was crying because I had been bottling up my emotions for so long and he started yelling at me telling me to stop and how annoyed he was that I was even crying.. i’m really starting to realize how bad the situation really is and how he has been gaslighting me a manipulating me this entire time. It’s just so hard because he is a really good guy other than all the mistakes he’s made we have really really good times. But at this point it’s like my daughters are watching me go through all this I need to be a better example for them.. Hes also called me controlling for not letting him go get drinks with a girl friend (coworker) after work.. maybe I am but he just cheated on me with a freaking co worker 6 months ago?? So no😅
Anyway what I’m really asking for is words of encouragement or advice.. maybe someone who’s been in a similar situation and how you built up the courage to leave.
Btw he supports our family I am not in a good financial spot I am a stay at home mom and I would have to move back to Arizona ( I’m in Kansas now) with my parents and live in their guest bedroom with my two girls so it’s really not ideal but I think that’s maybe what is best. IDK help! Lol
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2020.10.12 13:51 Senior-Range-583 I’m I controlling or he’s just playing games

So recently I (F21) left my partner (M21) of 6 months or even less for constantly liking sexual post and pictures of his ex that he was trying to get back in January. He met me in February thru working in same area, we weren’t serious we were more like fuck buddies at first. I had just left a very serious relationship of two years and was in contact with my ex which I always was upfront about. He was always saying he wasn’t talking to anybody but me so constantly and kept trying to get with me but I dodge first time since I was still healing. I noticed in March and may he was always posting sad shit about loving someone and rejection which was weird cause it wasn’t about us and was commenting on her pics around the time. He even posted a pic of us from my birthday on tumblr to make his ex jealous cause We didn’t even have each other on the app then and weren’t even a item. On June 22 he said he loved me but I found out through his emails that he was on multiple sites for hooking up. Literally there was a email sent with photo of him in bed shirtless sent asking for nudes after 12 days of saying I love you. When I called him out on it he literally was mad saying he got hacked. This has happened to him before and it wasn’t him when the text was written way he text and photo was clearly him. Idk why I forgave it. End of July I moved back home to Maine away from DC. He wanted to do long distance but literally from the week knew this wouldn’t work. He never called nor texted. Literally called texting once or calling once a day effort. He made me feel clingy and needy for wanting to do little virtual movie dates so I didn’t bother asking since he never committed to plans like that. Every time I tried to just leave the relationship he would go on a whole little sad rampage on tumblr about wanting to “die “ and shit. Recently I picked up on fact he stopped liking my insta pics but was liking his ex and liking her tumblr sexual and lovey doves repost of hers. I literally don’t know why I bothered with this cruel dude, cause every time I talked to him about how his actions made me feel he would basically imply I was too attached and insecure. Literally would say I triggered him a lot when I called out his bs. He started hanging out with her solo since I’ve been home. They go to target together chill at his moms house together. Like it’s weird I left but was I doing too much or
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2020.10.12 09:10 Smallpiscesgurl Of mom photos my nude

I was recommended this thread for my post so I’ll post it here.
I’m struggling really bad right now, I’m (24f) and it’s thanksgiving long weekend and I am alone. I’ve resented my moms side because whenever me and my mom have issues she always influences my older sister who is almost 30 to disregard me/resent me aswell. She’s very narcissistic and has always had a jealously issue with me. My mom never aged gracefully due to smoking and I think because I look like her when She was younger she tends to put me down or bring up things that stress me out. It’s never uplifting. This is gonna sound terrible but she always favourited my older sister because she was overweight and I feel like maybe she wasn’t threatened by my older sister. But because we are so similar I feel like that’s the reason she tries to put my down. She enabled our predator of a step dad who used to sexually abuse all of us and didn’t even care to protect us. And the bullshit apology I got as an adult was that she never noticed. He used to pin up nude photos of my mom in the hallway near their bedroom. I was exposed to sexual parents at a young age and it’s really affecting my dating life as an adult You know I wanna be “thankful” but how can I be thankful when all of my family has crossed me. My brother who also lives with my mom is 27 and literally never left home but to go to work. She enabled him and babied him for 27 years that he doesn’t even wanna leave home because she cooks his meals and doesnt make him pay rent. While I’ve been living on my own since I was 19 because she seperate from my step dad while I was in highschool and I was forced to live with him in a basement with barely any sunlight. That’s another story that I don’t wanna type out. I’ve been breaking out In cold sores I don’t even wanna leave my house because I’m embarrassed but then I get stressed because I’m kinda seeing this new guy and a new cold sore keeps popping up when I think the old one is going away and it’s just CONSTANT. I just wanna catch a break and be content.
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2020.10.11 22:12 thattashh I’m leaving- found photos of his ex and past flings

I’ve been posting on this sub for a while now but my story is taking a new turn (my previous posts go into detail about all I’ve gone through with my PA for now over 2 years)
My fiancé and I had a fight and another d-day. It resulted in me leaving the house for a few hours but ultimately coming home to hear him out. He begged me for one more week for him to prove he’s going to change, ect. I reluctantly agreed and have let the week go by, simply observing any changes in his behavior. Something started feeling off yesterday and I couldn’t quite figure it out. I was going to let him know we needed to talk but I decided to look through his phone first because he won’t admit to me if he has had a relapse.
He uses Reddit and I know he uses Imgur. I had looked through his Imgur account before and never saw anything, it said he had only joined in May which didn’t raise any major concerns to me as it’s popular on Reddit. He has looked at porn on YouTube before so on his phone, I typed in “Y” in the search by to pull up the app. I noticed that Imgur had suggested something called “Yanny” and I clicked it open. It was some a collection of pictures of a girl he knows IRL and hooked up with in the past, and followed on Instagram (before he deleted it) and some of her pictures she posted in a bikini, a side boob shot, and some of her nudes. I went back to the search bar and typed in A. I was completely surprised to see “Ashh” pop up and clicked it open. It was photos of me. Nude photos I have taken and sent him, photos he has taken of us during sex, some that have my face... I went back and typed B and one called BB popped up (those happen to be his ex’s initials) and I felt like someone punched me in the gut. There was a new picture from one of her online profiles and a bunch of old nude photos of her. I only saw a couple before I closed it because I was literally going to be sick. I have no idea what exactly he kept and I never will. There was a total of 4 albums including mine, some of which were photos I found hidden on his work laptop a few months ago that he swore he didn’t remember and didn’t know about. He says they’re private so no one was actually able to see my album.
Our entire relationship I’ve had anxiety instilled in me about his ex. There were multiple times in the beginning of our relationship where she came over to his house (what became our house) when I wasn’t home to get her stuff. Without going into too much detail, there’s been other things around her that have caused me serious anxiety and feeling like not enough for him. Like he happened to get me pregnant so now he’s stuck with me. He assured me time after time that I had nothing to worry about... but that’s obviously not true. I found out I was pregnant again in mid February and I guess February/March is when he saved a photo from her social media, which means even after finding out we were having another baby, he still needed to have her pictures in his “collection”.
I’m leaving him, he knows. I feel so broken and overwhelmed. I’m about to be 39 weeks pregnant and will be a single mom of two boys.
I feel like no one will ever love me the way I know I deserve to be loved. I was never enough for my fiancé, or my ex boyfriend before him. I don’t understand what I’ve done to be cheated on, lied to, gaslighted, manipulated, abused in different ways, body shamed, and made to feel so naive and alone between my past two relationships. I mean like yeah I don’t have a perfect body right now but... I had a baby and as I started finally losing the baby weight and going to the gym, I got pregnant and COVID hit. So no I don’t have a flag stomach (there’s a 7lb baby in me) or a perfect form butt or big boobs... but I deserve to be wanted for more than that. I deserve to be wanted by my partner for me, without fear that I’m not enough or that he’s constantly looking elsewhere. I’ve realized I’m somewhere between two of his “types”. I’m half Latina and half white and those literally seem to be what he’s into (thick Latinas or petite blondes).
And now I genuinely feel like no man will ever love me, and want only me (sexually, emotionally, ect) or honestly even be atttacted to me. I’m covered in stretch marks from my babies, I’ll have had (hopefully) two vaginal births, I’m FULLLLLL of insecurities caused by two different men from two different relationships where I wasn’t enough even in my best shape...
I basically feel dead inside
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2020.10.10 04:05 roobyroobyrooih8yoo Nude photos of my mom

TW: CP, sexual contact
I'm sorry if this post is all over the place. Please don't feel compelled to read it if you aren't up for it. I'm just looking for some outside perspective, I guess. Like many people who post here, I don't know if my story "counts."
When I was 7 I became best friends with another girl my age. We were each others only friends in school, and we were inseparable. I didn't know anything about sex or adult relationships at the time, but she did. She knew far too much, in fact. I understand this wasn't her fault. She took it upon herself to "teach" me everything she somehow knew. I remember being curious at first; I really had no idea what she was talking about but everything she explained made me feel more grown up. Over time sex and boys were one of the only things we would talk about. We gave each other our first kisses. We would make up bizarre stories about sexual encounters we'd never actually had and tell them to each other at recess. She instructed me on how to masturbate, so I went home and did it. I wanted to be sexy, I wanted to be wanted (by boys and men). I even started wearing my skirts as short as I could, and dramatically swaying my hips as I walked, hoping to be noticed by anyone but her; only she ever commented though. When I'd have sleepovers at her house, she would convince her mom to let us take showers together. She asked for a disposable camera to take nude photos of each other "for our future boyfriends" and even had them developed, asking her mom not to look.
Eventually I began to feel mistreated, and I tried to distance myself from her. I told her I didn't want to be friends anymore, but school officials put us in friendship counseling and forced us to maintain our relationship. Over the following years I tried my best to avoid her, and she tried her best not to "lose" me, even going as far as physically blocking my exits unless I'd speak to her.
I forgot about the bulk of this, uh, relationship? for years and years. I was a teenager when I remembered the stories, the photos, the showers, and I felt ill. I'm now 24. Only recently have I had flashbacks, just momentary flashes of images, that she actually touched me or more. Try as I may, every attempt to remember more details is met with a complete mental block. What little bits and pieces I do remember, I don't trust to be real.
I have been abused and assaulted throughout my adolescence, but whenever a healthcare professional takes inventory of my personal history, they ask when my first trauma was or if I experienced early childhood trauma. I never know what to say. I know that at first I was curious. I know that I never fought her on any of her suggestions. I know that because I was naive and she wasn't, she had a sort of power over me. I know that she couldn't have understood what she was doing. But I still don't know what to say. "I don't really know... I had this friend who knew far too much for our age, and she tried to share it with me. I can't remember everything..." More times than not, the professional will "reassure" me that consensual sexual exploration is normal in childhood. But I really don't know if all of it was. I don't know why most things I remember so clearly, but other things come back in flashes, over a decade later, that make me so fearful I can't bring myself to explore them.
I guess I am seeking validation, or clarity that I know nobody but me can ever really give myself. I understood at the time that what she was teaching me was wrong, but at the same time I had no basis to understand just how wrong it was. I thought it was just another thing, like hoop earrings or shaving your legs, that was meant for older girls and that I was getting some sort of head start. I know that after just a matter of months, I didn't want her as a friend anymore. And I know that when my therapist says "well early childhood sexual exploration is perfectly healthy" I don't feel any less dirty about it, but I did feel like it was my fault. She was my age too, so how couldn't it be? I also wonder what good it does me to fixate on something I can't even remember. All I have to go off of are a few flashes of naked touching that, truth be told, I don't even trust my brain not to have fabricated, and a feeling of fear and disgust in the pit of my stomach.
Has anybody else dealt with foggy memories, or no memories at all, or nothing to confirm that what you think might have happened actually did? Or does it even matter?
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2020.10.08 13:10 feliciahardys Of nude my mom photos

Someone suggested for me to post this over here so here I am. This is fucked up so please stay with me.
Okay, so I [23F] met my husband [21M] (soon to be divorced husband, he just got back from deployment and I have not seen him since) around three years ago. I met him, we fell in love, etc. So he proposed, I said yes. I procrastinated the marriage because my gut told me to wait but he convinced me right before his deployment to just do it. He deployed almost exactly a year ago.
That being said, two months before he got back, I got this inkling (from someone overseas with him who messages me saying something about it) that he wasn’t being faithful to me. So I asked for all his passwords for his accounts and snooped, but he didn’t realize most social media sites have archives of things if you delete them so I requested those. Turns out, he had been getting nudes from random woman and sexting them during our marriage. When I confronted him about it, he got mad at me and said it wasn’t true. I told him I couldn’t stay because I can’t deal with cheating as that’s my dealbreaker. During the confrontation he admitted to having talked to various men/women while we were together, even as far as attempting to hire prostitutes.
That being said, he then proceeded to break his hand while overseas and refused to get it fixed until I agreed to give him another chance. So I did because his hand was crucial to his career and I didn’t want him to lose that potential in life. Two weeks afterwards, I find out he’s actually been over there buying oral sex from random people so I officially called it quits. He’s not taking it well and claiming, now that he’s back, that I owe him sex since he didn’t get to have sex with me while he was deployed and I don’t know what to do at this point. Because he is showing up at my apartment without warning and it’s scaring me. Yes, I have started seeing other people since the separation started, as has he. So now he’s blaming the failure of the marriage on me when he has a girlfriend and I am single.
Please help me. I’m hurt. What do I do?
TL;DR: Husband lied to me about cheating for years and is now telling me I owe him sex since he was deployed when I found out. Also shows up at my house without warning.
EDIT: Forgot something. He actually has contacted every member of my family saying I have a drug issue (because my mom does and he knows how serious it is) which I don’t have, to the point he’s had various members show up at my house because he convinced them I had overdosed on God knows what.
Also would like to note for people, he has a porn and sex addiction. I dealt with it the best I could and tried to be tolerant but it became too much when he started paying girls he knew for nudes and sexts after I asked him to stop. It escalated when he asked for nudes from someone over in the army bc she sent them and I found out about it the next day. He has admitted he had both of the above (addictions), so that it is his excuse on why he cheated because he said porn wasn’t doing it for him anymore so he needed to be able to meet women, get photos of them of their social media, look at them and watching porn to imagine them because no other porn would work for him.
He also claims asking for nudes from girls he knows is the same thing as porn, despite me telling him it’s not okay with me. So he classifies flirting/sexting/nudes/prostitutes as not cheating. He only classified cheating as full sex that you get from someone you want to start a relationship with.
So I don’t know whether to report the both of them for infidelity or what? Because my marriage is ruined now.
EDIT: added three bottom paragraphs to this.
NOTE: I reworded the phrasing because someone pointed out it seemed like I hadn’t seen him in three years so I want to specify I met him three years ago. I saw him in November 2019, before deployment.
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