rSlash - r/Offmychest I Have a Secret 🔥Spicy🔥 Job

Episode Date: March 20, 2026

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Welcome to R slash off my chest, where OP has a secret, spicy, job. Our next Reddit post is from Prudent Plankton. Friends and family think that I'm a bum for doing nothing all day. But I'm doing niche internet, not safe for work stuff, and I'm making more money than them. I've been doing 2DFD on Twitter, on and off for years at this point. 2DFD is an acronym that stands for 2D Fendom, aka financial domination fetish content centered around fictional characters. I've started up again recently because I quit my job and I've been struggling to find another one, as well as finding it as a fun way to make extra income. Essentially, I role play as different characters and dirty talk with people,

and they get off sending me money for it. It's a bit weird, and I'd be happy to answer questions about it if you want to know more, but that's the gist of it. Now, this is not a fact that my family or friends know about. I do not want to explain to them that I make a lot of money by sitting at my PC, dirty talking and caption writing and posting lewd pictures of fictional characters with random strangers online. But because they don't know, to them, it looks like I just sit at my computer all day doing nothing productive. I had a good amount saved up, and I've never been known to be a

spender, so I don't get a lot of questions about my finances. But I do get a lot of questions around if I'm depressed, how my life is going, when I'm going to find a new job, why it's been a while, etc. The issue is that now people are starting to judge me. They view me as a bit of a loser who doesn't do much aside from play video games and struggle to find work. Meanwhile, I've been making pretty good money with very little work or effort beyond sitting at my computer. Maybe not a career, but more than enough to make me be selective around which real job I apply to and take. Honestly, the judgment and feeling of letting people down or being a screw up is getting to me more than the lack of work. I wish I could tell them, no, I'm obviously not doing nothing all day. Here's my last two weeks of income to prove it.

But then I would get into a lot of questions that I don't want to answer. O.P., I mean, have you considered just lying to them, saying that you're, you know, day trading, or you're, I don't know, making online content as a streamer or a YouTuber and you don't want to, you know, docs yourself so you don't want to tell them what it is? Or even better, move out, because if people don't live with you, they won't know what you're doing all the time, and you can just say that you have a steady job and you don't really want to talk about work or whatever. What I'm saying is there are a lot of solutions to this minor problem you're facing. Congrats on the weird job, though. Our next Reddit post is from Additional Plate. My son killed his ex-girlfriend. It's been five

years today, and I still can't believe this. I'm so ashamed of being this person's father, and having him will always be my biggest regret and mistake. Six years are. Six years ago, he got into a relationship with his classmate who was also the daughter of one of my best friends. Her dad and I were childhood best friends. They were both 15 years old. They didn't last a while, maybe two months, and they broke up like kids do. The next year, around this time, she went missing. We live in a small village of about 2,500 people. We all went out to look for her all week long with no success. A few kids ended up finding her body inside of a body bag on their way to school dumped into a dumpster. She was naked, with multiple stab wounds all over her, and she was covered in blood.

They found the knife dumped with her, and my son's fingerprints were all over it. I had absolutely no idea about any of it, because he came home at around 9 p.m. in clean clothes, and he even helped search for her. He confessed to everything as soon as he was faced with the evidence, and they prosecuted him as an adult. He got 25 years in prison, and I don't feel bad for him at all. I never visited him after that. The last time I saw him was when he was sentenced to prison at the courthouse, which happened just two months later because he immediately confessed to everything.

Ever since then, our entire community has shunned us. My friend spit in my face in front of the entire village, and he'd have killed me if people didn't intervene. And I didn't, and couldn't even blame him for it, because I have two daughters and I get it completely. I publicly disown my son, and so did our entire family, but the guilt and shame was just too much. I lost all my friends, and I didn't have the heart to show my face in that village anymore.

So a couple of months later, we sold our house, and we moved to a completely different country and continent where we didn't know anyone. I lived in that village my entire life. All my family and friends were there. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, but it was for the good of my family. I hate my son for what he did to that poor little girl, and I hate my son. I hate him for making one of my very best friends go through the worst pain a father could ever experience. Every single year, on this day, I feel it all over again like it just happened, and I feel like

absolute trash. He deserves every single minute he gets in that prison, and if it was up to me, I would never let him out. He deserves to rot in there. Down in the comments, someone asks O.P., wow, that was sad to read. I'm so sorry. Did your son have any remorse or show no empathy or emotion. O.P. replies, he was crying, but because of this sentence. Yeah, sometimes it's just so crazy to me that you can have a totally, like, well-adjusted, normal family. A father who seems, by all accounts, normal, you know, he hates murder, and he cares about his family, and he loves his friends. But he can still give birth to someone who's a monster. Our next Reddit post is from Long Debt. I've been married to my husband for 15 years. I have a great life, and I love everything

about it. He has a great career and I feel very spoiled. I only have to work with what I love, which is designing jewelry, and the profit would never give me the life that I'm living. I haven't paid bills in years. I spend my days in my studio, working out, or having fun with my friends. Our families are very close, and we have a big social circle that I love very much. He's great. He cooks and cleans with me, and I never feel like I have to do more chores than him. He makes me my favorite food every Friday, and he would drive at 3 a.m. at night if I was feeling down and wanted a burger or candy. I want to believe that I would do the same for him, but I can't drive. Him cheating on me was a mystery to me. I was in shock for a long while, but I couldn't tell

anyone because I didn't want my life to crumble. Then I got used to it. I let go of the love, and I just kept the friendship and companionship. I want my house, my travel, my family and friends. I have thanks to him. I got her, hey girlie, message last month, and I didn't even open it. It was on Instagram, but I didn't accept her invitation to speak, so she reached out on TikTok instead. And later, I found a request on Facebook Messenger too. Then, I don't know how, but she got my number and called me. I answered because I thought that it was a buyer for my jewelry, and she cornered me. I froze, and she calmly told me to see what she left on Instagram and TikTok. I hung up a panic. So I opened her,

Hi, girly, text. I couldn't help but be confused. She pretended that she didn't know I existed when I had seen all of her texts about me. She said she hadn't seen me when I know that she had. I didn't read all of it, but I wrote her that I knew about the affair and that she could stop lying because I knew for a fact that she knew he was married and to whom. She became very hostile, very fast, and told me if I was better, maybe he would blah, blah, blah, blah. You know the rest. I told her that she could have my leftovers,

the part of him that I don't want, and according to her, I neglected. I told her she could have his body, and even his heart. I have the other more important things. I have half of everything else at least, so the leftovers are truly hers. Congrats! She went berserk with insults, and I blocked her. I've been crying since. What do people like her want when they contact the partner of their affair? I'm not looking for advice to leave him. I love my life, and his love and the intercourse don't matter to me anymore anyways. Down in the comments, free fortune says what I was thinking. In regards to, what do people like her want when they contact the partner of their affair?

In this case, my guess would be that she wanted you to find out about the affair, get upset, repeatedly fight with your husband about it, get divorced, and leave him to her. Yeah, I think she was playing the long game. But OP was playing an even longer game. Also, we have this reply from Zeus. My wife's cousin had a long-term affair with a very wealthy dude who was clear about not leaving his wife. Five years in, the cousin wanted more and tried to force the issue by calling the wife, and she was not happy with the answer. Basically, the wife said, I know, you're not the first and you won't be the last, and you're most likely not the only one at the moment. I like my stuff and you can't have it.

If I can add my own story here, I know someone, sort of tangentially. I'm not really like friends with this person or anything, who became the mistress of a fairly wealthy man, and now they're married and have a child. So sometimes it does work out, I guess. I'm not advocating for it. Guys, don't cheat. I'm just saying sometimes it works out. Sometimes it doesn't.

Our next Reddit post is from Horacee. My co-worker died in minutes, and it changed how I see work for. I worked with him for almost 15 years. In the beginning, I couldn't stand him. He had a temper, he was loud, he made stupid comments. Sometimes he treated me like trash, but he was always fair. If you did good work, he respected it. Over the years, he changed apartments. He got quieter. We started joking around. We weren't friends outside of work, but solid co-workers, the kind you trust on a shift. A few days ago, he had an accident at work. He was on full. He was on blood thinners because of heart issues. He started bleeding. By the time emergency services arrived,

he was already gone. Minutes. That's all it took. What makes it harder is that he was constantly overloaded. More machines, more responsibility, more pressure. He never complained, but you could see it in him. The company just kept pushing. More output, less time, fewer people. Nothing changed after he died. The machines are still running. The workload is still high. The pressure is still there. But I changed. Since that day, I work differently. I don't rush anymore. I don't take unsafe shortcuts. I don't let management pressure me into risking myself. I use everything I know to protect my pace and my safety. Because in the end, the company keeps going, but you don't. Oh man, we have this comment down in the comments from Curiosity Katz. The job opening will be posted faster than your obituary.

Remember that and enjoy life. Our next Reddit post is from Jealous Loquat. In essence, me and this girl were both drunk, and I tried helping her get home safely after a party, and I ended up staying in her room because I couldn't find a ride. I'm from Southeast Asia, and we have motorcycle taxi apps. While lying in bed, she kept initiating physical contact and repeatedly reassured me it was consensual, and her boyfriend at the time was just a casual partner. We eventually started doing the deed, and at some point,

I moved her off of me and told her we should stop, to which she just got back on, and ultimately, I went along with it and passed out. She then woke up to tell me it was time to go and kicked me out, all of which led to me feeling regret throughout the day. I eventually told my female best friend about the situation, which escalated into me being accused of taking advantage of the girl because she didn't want to be labeled as a cheating ho, and I was labeled as an R-wordist by everyone. I didn't get a chance to defend myself, as before I knew it, I was blocked before I had a chance to say anything. Ever since then, I lost my friendships, my reputation, struggled emotionally, and overall, my dignity was screwed up. Fast forward to a couple of days ago. I reactivated my

Instagram today to find four messages sent exactly two years ago from when this took place. The woman I was with that night said, I don't know if this account still works, but hey, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. for the past. I can't contact you. I don't know if you're still alive, but I'm sorry. I truly apologize. I didn't respond to her at first, as I needed time to process, but eventually I asked her, what specifically are you apologizing for, to which I haven't had a response yet? Honestly, at first I felt happy. I finally had some semblance of proof of my innocence. Then I got angry, the hate, the pain, the rage. I thought of all the things I wanted to say to her if I ever had. I had to be sorry. I had a chance again. But the one emotion that won out was the sadness. I realized that no matter how

much proof I have now of my innocence, it doesn't change the damage done. It doesn't change how many people I lost, how alone I was. A lot of people in the comments are saying that OP should take screenshots and post it publicly, you know, to clear his name. And that's like a very acceptable course of action. I don't really begrudge O.P. if he wants to do that. But honestly, I think the best thing he can do here is to just cut that person out of his life because even if he does post it, most people probably aren't going to believe him, especially in this day and age, it's super easy to like fake screenshots or, you know, hey, chat GPT, make a confession saying I'm sorry for such and such. So it's just going to dredge up past drama and then probably make O.P.

feel worse than the end. So O.P., I'm really sorry this happened to you. This really sucks. But unfortunately, the only winning move is not to play, I think, personally. Or alternatively, you could go for justice and take it to the cops and try to put her in jail, which I also think is a justifiable option. Our next Reddit post is from I Scream. I'm 38 years old, a third-year electrician apprentice, and I'm sitting here finally facing the physical wreckage of who I used to be. I was born into addiction.

My parents were addicts. They divorced when I was a toddler, and I followed them right down that hole. I started drinking at the age of 14. By 16, I face my dad. planted an ATV while drunk and shattered my front teeth. I was too poor and too ashamed to ever go back to a dentist. For two decades, I used that shame to fuel a massive alcohol addiction. In 2014, I found my dad dead on his bedroom floor from his own demons. Instead of waking up, I spiraled. I lost my marriage. I lost custody of my daughters. I survived eight hospitalizations for acute pancreatitis. In September

22, a doctor told me that I wouldn't live to see 40. I looked at my daughters and realized I was about to leave them the exact same way my father left me. That was the moment my floor dropped out. I decided right then that the cycle stopped with me. I got sober. I lived in an Oxford house for two years. I got into the union apprenticeship. I spent over $10,000 on lawyers to win back joint custody of my girls. Today I have them every weekend, and I'm the stable, sober dad they deserve. I'm the stable, sober dad they deserve. But here's the true off my chest part. Being a success story is incredibly expensive and humbling. Because I put every dime into getting my kids back, I have nothing left. The years of neglect finally caught up to me. And now I'm in the process of having my front teeth and my very last molar

pulled. I just had the first extraction at a local dental school because it's all I can afford. Once these teeth are gone, I'll have literally nothing left to bite or chew with. I desperately need partial dentures just to be functional again, but the cost feels like a mountain I can't climb on an apprentice wage while supporting a family. It's incredibly embarrassing to be a grown man who can't afford his own smile. I just want to be able to take a photo with Gracie, Lily, and my newborn Ellie without instinctively covering my mouth. I want to wash away the last physical scar of the alcoholic I used to be. I'm grinding every day to be a better man, but sometimes the weight of the past feels like it's trying to pull me back under.

I'm not giving up, but man, starting over at 35 was the hardest thing I've ever done. That was R slash off my chest, and if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.