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				<title>CINDYKAY posted an update: My best friend has been crushing on this guy for months [&#133;]</title>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2025 14:33:53 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My best friend has been crushing on this guy for months now. She talks about him all the time, saying how he’s her dream man and how she plans to shoot her shot. The problem is, I know him too well. Back in SHS, we had a thing (nothing serious), but enough for me to know he’s not the great guy she thinks he is.</p>
<p>I’ve tried hinting that maybe&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Pokuaa posted an update: Every Sunday, I’m supposed to go to church with my aunt. [&#133;]</title>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2025 14:22:59 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Every Sunday, I’m supposed to go to church with my aunt. She’s a devout Christian and insists that everyone in the house goes to service. The thing is, I haven’t actually been to church in months. Instead, I use that time to hang out with friends at East Legon. We drink, eat, and talk until it’s time to go home.</p>
<p>When I get back, I always&hellip;</p>
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				<title>ANNA_IN_HIDING posted an update: Last year, I borrowed GHS 500 from a friend. I told her [&#133;]</title>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2025 10:40:49 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Last year, I borrowed GHS 500 from a friend. I told her it was for my mum’s medical bills, but the truth is, I used the money to buy a dress and shoes for a party. The outfit was stunning, and I got so many compliments that night, but I couldn’t fully enjoy myself knowing I’d lied to get it. <span>Since then, my friend hasn’t brought up the&hellip;</span></p>
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				<title>bigbruce posted an update: I have been masturbating for 12 years now. Yh I know, but [&#133;]</title>
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				<pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2025 09:56:36 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have been masturbating for 12 years now. Yh I know, but I seem not to know how to stop it. It started when I found porn on my dad&#8217;s phone. I enjoyed watching it though and started stroking myself. It happened e when I was in class 4 and now I’m in my final year of University. It&#8217;s embarrassing but I enjoy it a lot. I&#8217;m a Christian by the way&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-929"><a href="https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/929/" rel="nofollow"> Read more</a></span></p>
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				<title>hardtrith posted an update: We had a deal… no strings attached. That was the whole [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/927/</link>
				<pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2025 09:47:07 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We had a deal… no strings attached. That was the whole point with Afia. Just fun, no<br />
drama, no expectations. It worked for months. She’d call, I’d show up, and we’d<br />
leave it at that. Then I met Ama. She wasn’t like Afia. She’s soft, caring, the kind of girl you want to bring home to your family. So, when things got serious with Ama, I cut it&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-927"><a href="https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/927/" rel="nofollow"> Read more</a></span></p>
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				<title>StoryTeller87 posted an update: @There’s something unequivocally difficult about mourning [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/847/</link>
				<pubDate>Mon, 03 Feb 2025 21:48:09 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@There’s something unequivocally difficult about mourning the loss of a parent that’s still alive. It’s a foreign and restless void that never really receives the closure it needs. It’s a constant and resonating voice in the back of your mind that tells you you’re different. Your family is different. It tells you you’re not good enough and&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Luni posted an update: 
I wake up with a pounding head, knowing I drank too [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/844/</link>
				<pubDate>Sat, 01 Feb 2025 10:55:00 +0000</pubDate>

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I wake up with a pounding head, knowing I drank too much again. Another promise broken, another morning of regret. I told myself I&#8217;d quit, but alcohol has become my only friend. It&#8217;s a friend that has cost me everything—my job, my family, my home. I&#8217;ve watched my life unravel, piece by piece, because of my addiction. But here I am, standing at&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-844"><a href="https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/844/" rel="nofollow"> Read more</a></span></p>
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				<title>Fi posted an update: In 24 hours, my dad is going to share the news of his [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/843/</link>
				<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jan 2025 19:22:17 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In 24 hours, my dad is going to share the news of his new wife and introduce us to his kids. In less than 24 hours, he is going to manage to destroy us without even trying. Well, I guess he did try. He doesn&#8217;t realise we already know of his &#8220;other family&#8221; and that this new wife has been in his life since we were little kids. </p>
<p>He doesn&#8217;t realize&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Mina posted an update: My man and I were very close. Some people thought we [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/838/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 22:33:03 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My man and I were very close. Some people thought we were brother and sister because people claim we look alike. you know when you walk with someone for too long sometimes you unconsciously copy certain mannerisms and might be to look alike. We were cool, until I got a job offer in another country and distance stood between us.</p>
<p>At first, we made&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Favour posted an update: My husband and I have been married for 2yrs now. We [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/834/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 21:45:09 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My husband and I have been married for 2yrs now. We dated for 2yrs before we finally got married.<br />
We developed what we call a tradition for the family where we eat at Starbite restaurant at East Legon every Sunday evening. This was just to release burdens and have a taste of food outside.<br />
My husband has been very caring, providing me&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-834"><a href="https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/834/" rel="nofollow"> Read more</a></span></p>
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				<title>Luni posted an update: HIV brought me to my lowest point, but I refused to let [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/832/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 16:16:14 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>HIV brought me to my lowest point, but I refused to let it define me. I&#8217;ve learned to coexist with this disease, finding strength I never knew I had. The hardships are real, but they won’t break me. I stand tall, sharing my story with pride. The journey has been long and challenging, filled with moments of doubt and despair. Accepting how I&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Nun posted an update: 1) I have been living in a mess, all this while, I [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/824/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 15:46:39 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1) I have been living in a mess, all this while, I be thinking nothing could touch me, living life with no second thoughts. I felt invincible, untouchable, as if the world was mine for the taking. But one night, one mistake, i just wanted to have fun, mind you, I am 22 years old and a student at KNUST and now I&#8217;m facing a reality I can&#8217;t&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Mia posted an update: I had a really close relationship with this girl, [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/822/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 08:10:47 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had a really close relationship with this girl, let&#8217;s call her Justina.</p>
<p>Justina and I were inseparable; the type of friendship where people assumed we were either sisters or twins and most of the time, girlfriends. </p>
<p>I didn&#8217;t think much of the latter part of these assumptions because I am straight and so is she, or at least that&#8217;s what&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Jess: @james I feel like im in a coma.

Most days in my life, [&#133;]</title>
				<link>https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/820/</link>
				<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 07:57:09 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a class='bp-suggestions-mention' href='https://secretmemoir.com/members/098e9ca6/' rel="nofollow">@james</a> I feel like im in a coma.<br />
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Most days in my life, I feel like I&#8217;m not awake.<br />
It&#8217;s weird and hard to explain but I am going to try to.<br />
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When I lay in bed after a stressful day, everything feels like it&#8217;s slowly swaying and I feel light, almost unexistent; and when I think back to how the day went and how productive or unproductive it&hellip;<span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-820"><a href="https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/820/" rel="nofollow"> Read more</a></span></p>
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				<title>TheRealJames posted an update: After a messy incident at a family party, my parents made [&#133;]</title>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2025 14:09:06 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After a messy incident at a family party, my parents made me promise to give up drinking. I told them I would, but the truth is, I haven’t. I’ve just gotten better at hiding it. I keep a small bottle of vodka tucked away in an old Milo tin in my wardrobe. <span>I only drink when I know no one is home, but the fear of getting caught is always there.&hellip;</span></p>
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				<title>Pokuaa posted an update: My birthday last year was wild. A few friends and I went [&#133;]</title>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2025 13:41:22 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My birthday last year was wild. A few friends and I went to a cute pub to celebrate. The music was amazing, the cocktails were strong, and the vibe was everything I hoped for. Somewhere during the night, I caught the attention of this guy. He was tall, dressed in a sleek white kaftan, and had this confident aura. He kept sending drinks to&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Abel posted an update: I caught my stepmom cheating on my dad yesterday and [&#133;]</title>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2025 12:37:53 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I caught my stepmom cheating on my dad yesterday and I don&#8217;t even know what to do. So my dad is a pilot for Ghana Airlines, and due to how their job is, they mostly don&#8217;t stay at home often. So after my mom died, my dad decided to get married again, of cos I wasn&#8217;t pleased with it, but I had to give in, growing up, I certainly understood&hellip;</p>
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				<title>ANNA_IN_HIDING posted an update: For months now, I’ve been pretending to have a job. My [&#133;]</title>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2025 11:26:32 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For months now, I’ve been pretending to have a job. My parents think I work at a fancy office in Accra, but the truth is, I lost my job last year and haven’t been able to find another one. Every morning, I wake up, dress in office clothes, and leave the house like everything is normal. I usually spend the day at a cafe in the mall, applying&hellip;</p>
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				<title>CINDYKAY posted an update: Last December, I went to my best friend’s engagement [&#133;]</title>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2025 10:42:47 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Last December, I went to my best friend’s engagement party. You know how these events go, everyone’s dressed to turn heads, the music is loud, and the drinks are flowing. At the reception, I met this guy who seemed to know everyone. He was funny and kept complimenting my outfit, so we started talking. I don’t even remember how many drinks we&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Fred posted an update: I have been living with HIV for a year now. I didn't know [&#133;]</title>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2025 10:00:52 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span>I have been living with HIV for a year now. I didn&#8217;t know I had it after I went for check up the night after our honeymoon. Apparently,  my husband is a patient and decided to hid it from me. After I found out I was HIV positive, I was broken for days, couldn&#8217;t eat nor sleep. My husband begged  for forgiveness for days, I love him, but it&hellip;</span><span class="activity-read-more" id="activity-read-more-808"><a href="https://secretmemoir.com/community-feed/p/808/" rel="nofollow"> Read more</a></span></p>
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