A guy I work with informed me one nite during a drunken chat that he robbed a school for special needs kids and stole their instruments. I want to turn him in.

My grandfather punished my by putting me in his darkroom (he was a photographer)in the basement.. i still remember the smell and the words spoken.

I hate going out with a guy, only to find out that he's still in the closet(I am female). I wish our society was more open minded about peoples differences.

The only real joy I have in life is hearing you laugh. I'm not sure how I can ever be the daddy I hope to be.

I have no secrets with my husband. Instead of feeling liberated and secure, I feel boring and uninteresting. I've told him that too.