u/Fair_Technician_8086

At first, I told myself it was harmless just a thrill, a little validation nothing deeper but the past few months, I’ve been uploading pictures of my wife on Reddit. Nothing fake, nothing stolen they’re real pictures I took

But somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling casual.

Now I catch myself waiting for it… needing it. Watching for reactions like they mean more than they should. The way it hits me isn’t simple anymore it lingers, it pulls me back in.

Am I overthinking this, or is this kind of messed up?

At first, I told myself it was harmless just a thrill, a little validation nothing deeper but the past few months, I’ve been uploading pictures of my wife on Reddit. Nothing fake, nothing stolen they’re real pictures I took

But somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling casual.

Now I catch myself waiting for it… needing it. Watching for reactions like they mean more than they should. The way it hits me isn’t simple anymore it lingers, it pulls me back in.

What does that even make me?

At first, I told myself it was harmless just a thrill, a little validation nothing deeper but the past few months, I’ve been uploading pictures of my wife on Reddit. Nothing fake, nothing stolen they’re real pictures I took

But somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling casual.

Now I catch myself waiting for it… needing it. Watching for reactions like they mean more than they should. The way it hits me isn’t simple anymore it lingers, it pulls me back in.

What does that even make me?