I was young and stupid🤦‍♀️Hi, my name is Vellie. I'm 21 now, but I'm going to tell you what I went through six years ago. I was 14. I lived in a remote indigenous village where we had to travel five hours by bus to reach the city. I grew up in a small house with only three rooms, and my parents had seven children. My oldest sister was pregnant at the time and stayed home with us without a husband, so my father had to be extra careful. In the village where we live, there were no jobs for young or old people, and almost everything was still done in the old-fashioned way. My father didn't work either, so we survived by hunting and on our small plot of land.My father was 55, and the stress of finding a mouth to feed caused him to work even harder, causing his health to deteriorate. My 17-year-old brother had to leave school to work in the neighborhood, where he carved wood. It was something, but not enough. My mother baked cassava bread and kvass to sell in the city, below the market.So you understand that I come from a large family who barely had anything to survive on.I met a nice man, yes, you read that right: a man! He told me he was 23, but he was actually 27, so he was lying for me, but he didn't know it. He came to my village for a walk because it was Indigenous People's Day. Through a cousin of mine, I learned that he liked me and wanted to talk to me. I went and we met, and his name was Disjon. I asked him what kind of work he did, and he said he was Military Police and was here on duty, but he was staying in a village further away from where we were. And I liked him because he said things I wanted to hear. He's an adult, so he understood me. So I thought, instead of getting into a relationship with a small boy from the village, I'd rather meet someone from the city, so I could at least make something of myself. This Disjon came to the party with a colleague of his, so my cousin kept her busy with him because she dreamed of joining the police force one day. I left them and went with Disjon a bit further away in his car to continue talking because it was way too crowded. This Disjon got me in the mood for a split second. I was young and stupid. I got that feeling for the first time, and I was curious, so we started having sex. I was in love because I thought I'd found a good man. Mind you, where I live in the village, it's normal for girls over 14 to have a boyfriend and have sex or even get pregnant.So I saw nothing wrong with being active at such a young age, except I was still a virgin, and he was my first. I didn't have a phone, so I stayed in touch with him through my sister from J2. He visited me every day and met my parents. They didn't accept him first because he's a Black Mang, but after he brought me dessert, rice, and of course, a crate of Parbo, they accepted him into the family. He took me swimming in his car at a creek further down the road where the other girls were going with their scooters, but I was high on the big wagi. I thought he was serious with me, really.One day, he came over in the evening and brought me a little pink iPhone, telling me it was mine, right in front of my sisters. I smelled jealousy because all my sisters had boyfriends, but they had J2s with dull cameras. So Disjon made a sarcastic remark that I'm going to take the best picture and that if anyone wants to take a picture with my iPhone, I should ask for money... Okay, and I wanted to turn it on, but he pulled me over and said, "Listen, that phone needs to be fixed. It won't turn on and it doesn't have a SIM card, nothing, so just hold on for me. When I get money, I'll fix it for you." I thought, "Why didn't you fix it first? Then you'll bring it to me." But he stayed quiet and didn't say anything because that conversation would get out of hand.Suddenly, weeks passed, and he barely came. He only came when he wanted sex. If I didn't give him anything, we'd argue because he said, "Look how far away I've come, just to get nothing." My sister wouldn't lend me her phone because she thought I had an iPhone and laughed at me. I was so stressed that I started performing poorly at school. He stopped coming altogether. I called him on my cousin's phone, and he spoke as if he were with someone I didn't know had a wife and child. I called again and again, and that woman answered. And she cursed me out.I cried day and night because I trusted him and loved him. We had unprotected sex, so I kept asking why Disjon did that to me. I tried to forget him, but I couldn't. And that heartbreak destroyed me inside because everyone laughed at me. I recorded Revenge and chatted with almost half of the boys in my village, giving them hope and love, and later..

🤦 CORRECTED MY MISTAKE 🙇‍♂️ I read my friend's latest story, and as a man, I also want to take the initiative to share my story with you. Not that I'm proud of my behavior or anything, but I'm carrying around guilt, and I want to express myself. My story begins like this: I'm my parents' middle child, and people often say that middle children are always the most vulnerable. Financially, things were going well at home, which meant my brother, sister, and I were incredibly spoiled. My brother was already living alone at 18 and had everything because he was also a good kid and had graduated. I was only 15, I did well in school, and after I graduated, I could live separately if I wanted. My sister wouldn't go anywhere because she was a baby and couldn't live without Mom and Dad. My brother and I have a good relationship, and I often stayed over at his place, unless I didn't have a rehearsal or something. He taught me a lot, took me out more often, and before I was 16, I'd slept with more than 10 Cuban/Dominican girls. My brother taught me the street hustle, and I loved it. I wasn't exactly a wer'ede, but don't look for me, and I was always in the mood for a fight. My circle of friends also consisted entirely of guys who, like me, thought being tough was awesome. So we acted tough, especially when we saw women. I admit: I was terribly pretentious, and because I knew I was a pretty boy, I was always successful. My parents continued to look after me until I graduated at 19, and I had to work. I was allowed to work in my father's company, but I refused and started working somewhere else. I loved hanging out, and I was never home when I got home from work or had a day off. Chilling, women, sex, friends, and money were my life. My parents talked to me about my lifestyle, but I figured I was already grown up, so I could do whatever I wanted. They thought I should get out, and they arranged it, so within a year I was left alone. Party after party!!! The years passed, and I was already 23, and I was enjoying myself. I often spent time with my parents, because I couldn't cook, and every weekend I took my dirty laundry to my mother. She complained, but she knew I couldn't do it, so she happily obliged. If I tried to give her money, she'd scold me. One day I was visiting my parents again, and my father pointed out a few work things to me on his phone. Suddenly, a message came in from a guy named Peter 2: "Okay, honey, call me😘" I choked and asked, startled, "Dad, are you okay?" My father quickly pulled me outside and called my mother that we were going to the store. My heart was pounding, because I don't think Dad and Mr. Peter are having anything, do I? We got into his car, and as we drove out of the yard, he started talking: "Peter 2" isn't the Mr. Peter I know. This second Peter is a kind of country sweetheart of his, who worked as a cleaner for them. She was desperately looking for a place to rent, and he was going to help her. My mother didn't know anything, and she'd rather not know anything. "How old is she?" I asked him. "25," he said. I burst out laughing, because my father is in his early fifties and has a side chick who's 25? "Gold digger," I immediately thought. I asked for a photo, and when he pointed it out, I immediately changed my mind: a spangly, beautiful Maroon woman was looking at me seriously from my father's phone. I started asking him questions and realized they hadn't had sex yet because they didn't have a chance. It seems like she doesn't really want him either, but she's keeping him for work and money. Even better! I have to drill this! Sorry, Dad. We went into the store but didn't know what to buy. We just bought some things, and on the way home we talked about Rachel, my father's sweetheart. I then asked him what he was going to do about renting a house, because I had a cunning plan in mind. He was going to rent a house for her, but I suggested renting a room for her at a low price, so he could come and see her at my house without arousing my mother's suspicion. My father thought that was a great idea and promised to contact Rachel. Not long after, I got a message from her. She told me she had gotten my number from my father. We talked about the necessary matters, and I simply gave her a rent because I didn't even need the money. I had other plans. She agreed, even though we had to share the kitchen. I don't cook, so yeah. I paid someone to clean and decorate a room because it had to be furnished. After a few days, she moved in with me, and it wouldn't be long before she ended up in my bed. After that, she could leave again. That's what I thought. She never gave me the chance to be rude to her; she was too polite. She called me "sir," and "u." Even though she's two years older than me. I said