I have no idea how to address it

My wife passed away less than 2 years ago. It destroyed me and my daughter. She recently finished getting her degree and came back home for good now. The other day she saw that I was on a dating site and confronted me. She said that she didn't want me to have another woman to replace her mother. I started to explain to her that I just needed companionship. And she yelled at me and said I just wanted some pussy. I didn't know what to say to that so I just let it go. Last night I was in bed and my daughter came in the room and tried to explain herself to me. She told me that she can't stand to see me with anyone else but her mom. I told her I understood her feelings. She told me that she knows that I am a man and that it has been a long time since my mom passed away. She told me that she knows that i have needs but she doesn't want me to bring another woman into our home because it would really hurt her. She said she wants me to feel happy and would do anything for me. I thanked her for her support but that's when it completely went south. She told me that she knows that she reminds me of her mother. And that is true. However not the way she understands that fact. She told me that she could dress up like her mom for me and do the things my wife would do. I didn't know what to say to that. It made me feel so strange. Then she said that she was on birth control. She walked out of the room and I just sat there in total confusion. I tried to justify her words in any other way other than the obvious implication. I could not grasp the idea that she was offering to do what it sounded like. A few hours later I was sleeping in my bed and it was completely dark. I have been taking sleep supplements since my wife's passing. So I can get enough rest. So I was out cold. I started having a good dream about my wife. I started to imagine being next to her and close. I was imagining making love to her and it was the best dream about her in the longest time. All of the sudden I just woke up and felt like I was being touched. I immediately moved and yanked the covers and saw my daughter in nothing else but underwear. She had my penis in her hand and it was wet. I realized what was going on and asked her what she was thinking and couldn't believe that this situation was actually in reality. She told me to relax and let her go back to what she was doing. She told me that she was on birth control again. I asked her what the fuck that meant and she have any problem telling me exactly what she was saying. ....my daughter told me to my face that she is prepared to accept my seed without a care. How the fuck do I handle that? Ive never felt so confused. I have never sent the message that that was something I wanted from her. I have always been proper and appropriate in every way. I have never talked about sex with her or looked at her as anything else but my little girl. This is obviously something that needs to be addressed but I don't know how or where to start. She told me she liked how I tasted. She told me that I made her wet???? This is way too much to process. I didn't think this was something that could happen in real life. My daughter did something to me that I can't comprehend. And she actually feels like she is doing something to benefit her and my relationship. This is not going to resolve on its own. What do I do with this??? Someone please who can help me figure it out. My daughter needs help and I don't know how to do that for her. anyone. Please.

12 days ago

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    • Get counseling together and then separately.

    • Let her show you how much she lives you. If you are hard you are enjoying it

    • Sicko

    • Then King Feet got off his Porcelain Throne without wiping his own ass and pulled up his underwear; dear God help us if anyone saw his Penis. He then stuck his barefoot in the toilet and everyone in the restaurant was showing disgust as Burger King employees began yelling at King Feet and his Court Jesters to get the Hell out of Burger King as they were violating Health Violations.
      I am so enraged that some fucktards are mad because the Snow White ride at Disneyland is sexual assault. Like did any of you miserable retards ever read or listen to snow white back in school, then again I don't think these fucktards learned anything in school because they showed outrage everytime they got F's on their report cards.

      Snow White would have died if it were not for True Love's first kiss but all of you woke unemployed, and refuse to work for a living because you are perfectly fine telling others how to do their job stupid bitches want to make it look like the prince tried to rape her. Obviously you stupid cunts need to have your brainless heads smashed with a sledgehammer.

      I'm so fucking fed up with SJWs bawwing over stupid shit like this, these people need to get a life, if your life is so miserable that you find shit to get offended over. You wonder why you are single and have no job how about you look in the mirror. Clearly these SJW fucktards never got belts taken to them growing up they instead had their phones taken away, which makes no difference because the people shouldn't be allowed to have phones or internet all because they want to find dumbass shit to get outraged over.

      Anyone who wants to start outrage should be exposed as a stupid fuck and have their heads smashed with a hammer and anyone offended by that deserves the same treatment....

    • I was having dinner at a Mexican Restaurant and while I was enjoying a round of Nachos and Margaritas and in comes a man in a Mariachi Suit holding a Guitar, however the man was barefoot and he appeared drunk and he began to sing very loudly getting on the nerves of other customers.

      

Then he took out a bottle of Tequila and began to make his way towards the restroom and let’s not forget, the man was barefoot and here I was eating just to see a grown man walking barefoot into a public restroom.

      

I nearly threw up in my mouth a little while trying to eat some nachos and if that wasn’t bad enough, the man was actually singing in the restroom. After about a half an hour of listening to this man and his antics in the restroom he returned from the restroom barefoot and he was in his underwear.

      

I was just about to throw up what kind of nasty asshole goes into a restroom barefoot and walks out in their fucking underwear and yet he’s still singing.

      

Then he sits down at an empty table next to where I was sitting, he picks up his foot and starts to smell his fucking feet in the middle of the damn restaurant as I could hear everyone groaning in disgust.



      Restaurant Employees were yelling at this whack job that he needs to leave the building because of his behavior but then he goes over to our table, and snatches my taco, puts his foot in my taco, and SUCKS HIS TOES on my fucking taco.



      At that point I was so pissed off that I grabbed his guitar and smashed him over the head with it as he feel to the floor as employees dragged his drunk, half naked ass out of the restaurant...

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    • You masturbate every time you post this, don't you?

    • I am so enraged that some fucktards are mad because the Snow White ride at Disneyland is sexual assault. Like did any of you miserable retards ever read or listen to snow white back in school, then again I don't think these fucktards learned anything in school because they showed outrage everytime they got F's on their report cards.

      Snow White would have died if it were not for True Love's first kiss but all of you woke unemployed, and refuse to work for a living because you are perfectly fine telling others how to do their job stupid bitches want to make it look like the prince tried to rape her. Obviously you stupid cunts need to have your brainless heads smashed with a sledgehammer.

      I'm so fucking fed up with SJWs bawwing over stupid shit like this, these people need to get a life, if your life is so miserable that you find shit to get offended over. You wonder why you are single and have no job how about you look in the mirror. Clearly these SJW fucktards never got belts taken to them growing up they instead had their phones taken away, which makes no difference because the people shouldn't be allowed to have phones or internet all because they want to find dumbass shit to get outraged over.

      Anyone who wants to start outrage should be exposed as a stupid fuck and have their heads smashed with a hammer and anyone offended by that deserves the same treatment!

    • I was having dinner at a Mexican Restaurant and while I was enjoying a round of Nachos and Margaritas and in comes a man in a Mariachi Suit holding a Guitar, however the man was barefoot and he appeared drunk and he began to sing very loudly getting on the nerves of other customers.

      

Then he took out a bottle of Tequila and began to make his way towards the restroom and let’s not forget, the man was barefoot and here I was eating just to see a grown man walking barefoot into a public restroom.

      

I nearly threw up in my mouth a little while trying to eat some nachos and if that wasn’t bad enough, the man was actually singing in the restroom. After about a half an hour of listening to this man and his antics in the restroom he returned from the restroom barefoot and he was in his underwear.

      

I was just about to throw up what kind of nasty asshole goes into a restroom barefoot and walks out in their fucking underwear and yet he’s still singing.

      

Then he sits down at an empty table next to where I was sitting, he picks up his foot and starts to smell his fucking feet in the middle of the damn restaurant as I could hear everyone groaning in disgust.



      Restaurant Employees were yelling at this whack job that he needs to leave the building because of his behavior but then he goes over to our table, and snatches my taco, puts his foot in my taco, and SUCKS HIS TOES on my fucking taco.



      At that point I was so pissed off that I grabbed his guitar and smashed him over the head with it as he feel to the floor as employees dragged his drunk, half naked ass out of the restaurant.!!!!

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    • Still strangling toddlers?

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    • I was having dinner at a German Restaurant and while I was enjoying a round of Nachos and Margaritas and in comes a man in a Schutzstaffel Uniform holding an Accordion, however the man had an erection and he appeared drunk and he began to sing very loudly exciting the other customers. 

Then he took out a bottle of Liebfrauenmilch and began to make his way towards the restroom and let’s not forget, the man's penis was visibly throbbing and here I was eating just to see a grown man with a big meaty man-tool. 

I swallowed my drool and followed him into the restroom. After about a half an hour of fellating this officer's pulsating cock in the restroom we returned from the restroom barefoot in our underwear. 

He then shoved his meatsword up my nasty asshole goes yet he’s still singing "Es Fiel ein Reif in der Frühlingsnacht". 

Then he sits down at an empty table next to where I was sitting, he picks up a big currywurst and rams it in my anus as I could hear everyone screaming in horror.

 Restaurant Employees were yelling at this gay food-defiler that he needs to leave the building because of his behavior but then he goes over to another table, and snatches little boy, puts the SHIT-COVERED CURRYWURST IN HIS MOUTH, and RAPES HIS THROAT with the thing.

 At that point I was so pissed off that I grabbed a preteen girl with pigtails and a dirndl and dragged her to the bathroom for fun, at which point the employees dragged his drunk, currywurst-rapist ass out of the restaurant. 

It’s a shame that my night was not prolonged with more antics of a drunk barefoot titan, seriously I hope this God gets some more rape action with weiswurst, people please drink profusely and hopefully my SS friend will beat you in the night like so many communists.

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    • I was having dinner at a Mexican Restaurant and while I was enjoying a round of Nachos and Margaritas and in comes a man in a Mariachi Suit holding a Guitar, however the man was barefoot and he appeared drunk and he began to sing very loudly getting on the nerves of other customers. 

Then he took out a bottle of Tequila and began to make his way towards the restroom and let’s not forget, the man was barefoot and here I was eating just to see a grown man walking barefoot into a public restroom. 

I nearly threw up in my mouth a little while trying to eat some nachos and if that wasn’t bad enough, the man was actually singing in the restroom. After about a half an hour of listening to this man and his antics in the restroom he returned from the restroom barefoot and he was in his underwear. 

I was just about to throw up what kind of nasty asshole goes into a restroom barefoot and walks out in their fucking underwear and yet he’s still singing. 

Then he sits down at an empty table next to where I was sitting, he picks up his foot and starts to smell his fucking feet in the middle of the damn restaurant as I could hear everyone groaning in disgust.

Restaurant Employees were yelling at this whack job that he needs to leave the building because of his behavior but then he goes over to our table, and snatches my taco, puts his foot in my taco, and SUCKS HIS TOES on my fucking taco.

At that point I was so pissed off that I grabbed his guitar and smashed him over the head with it as he feel to the floor as employees dragged his drunk, half naked ass out of the restaurant. 

It’s a shame that my night was ruined because of the antics of a drunk barefoot buffoon, seriously I hope this idiot gets some serious help and you also owe me a taco for sticking your dirty ass feet in it, people please drink responsibly or otherwise you may end up getting a guitar playing a tune on your skull next time you decide to suck your toes on one’s

    • You need to help her, bury your face in that sweet little pussy and ass for at least an hour every day. Give her that hard dick at least three times a day. Do this for the next 365 days.

    • This is absolutely the best advice you can be given.

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    • I was having dinner at a Mexican Restaurant and while I was enjoying a round of Nachos and Margaritas and in comes a man in a Mariachi Suit holding a Guitar, however the man was barefoot and he appeared drunk and he began to sing very loudly getting on the nerves of other customers. 

Then he took out a bottle of Tequila and began to make his way towards the restroom and let’s not forget, the man was barefoot and here I was eating just to see a grown man walking barefoot into a public restroom. 

I nearly threw up in my mouth a little while trying to eat some nachos and if that wasn’t bad enough, the man was actually singing in the restroom. After about a half an hour of listening to this man and his antics in the restroom he returned from the restroom barefoot and he was in his underwear. 

I was just about to throw up what kind of nasty asshole goes into a restroom barefoot and walks out in their fucking underwear and yet he’s still singing. 

Then he sits down at an empty table next to where I was sitting, he picks up his foot and starts to smell his fucking feet in the middle of the damn restaurant as I could hear everyone groaning in disgust.

Restaurant Employees were yelling at this whack job that he needs to leave the building because of his behavior but then he goes over to our table, and snatches my taco, puts his foot in my taco, and SUCKS HIS TOES on my fucking taco.

At that point I was so pissed off that I grabbed his guitar and smashed him over the head with it as he feel to the floor as employees dragged his drunk, half naked ass out of the restaurant. 

It’s a shame that my night was ruined because of the antics of a drunk barefoot buffoon, seriously I hope this idiot gets some serious help and you also owe me a taco for sticking your dirty ass feet in it, people please drink responsibly or otherwise you may end up getting a guitar playing a tune on your skull next time you decide to suck your toes on one’s!

    • I am a professional therapist, clinical psychologist, and licensed MFT, and my considered opinion is you need to bang the shit outta your tight little girl!

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