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My sister has told me she’s smoked weed before a couple years ago, nothing too serious, she was safe and with her trusted friends, didn’t seem like she’s make a habit of it. When I found this out, I’ve never smoked anything, never got high/drunk so I was surprised to say the least. Today we hung out because I’m visiting from college and I’m staying at my moms. I’m pretty open with her about weed stuff, and have been high around her a few times, she was never uncomfortable and I always asked permission before taking an edible (that’s the only way I got high at the time). Today she revealed to me that she snagged our moms dab pen and has been taking occasional hits off of it and she brings it to her friends house and stuff. So i spontaneously asked if she wanted to split an 10mg edible with me, and she agreed, she’s never had an edible before so this was kind of a first, and it was only about 5mg so I figured it wasn’t a huge deal and it’s not. She enjoyed herself and was on her phone listening to music and on tiktok and stuff. Now she’s sleeping and I can’t sleep because I just feel so guilty, I didn’t say this in the beginning but my sister is 14 and I’m 19. We’re very close, we’ve been through a lot together and I wanted to bond with her because I feel like we’re losing the connection we used to have with me being moved out and in college. I didn’t have any intent of hurting her or anything, I just wanted to have a good time with her. I shouldn’t have done it though, I feel ashamed of myself, she’s still young and I shouldn’t be condoning this kind of thing, I’m the big sister, I’m supposed to be better than this. Even though nothing bad happened, I’m so sorry.
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I know this is going to be an unpopular opinion here, but I think you should, carefully, talk to her about the effects of using so young. I'm a big fan and advocate for weed, but there is just way too much unknown about how exactly developing minds are influenced by it's use for it to be a good idea for kids and teens to use it. I, like many, also started too young, like 16 probably, and, honestly, I regret it. But of course that's only a perspective you gain as you grow older, teens really don't like to hear stuff like that, I know I wouldn't have. But I also know how much younger siblings look up to their older siblings(I'm the youngest). Your position as older sister means that you are the perfect and perhaps only person who can help guide your little sister through this time. I hid my drugging and drinking from my siblings until I was more age appropriate, but I can tell you they're about the only ones I might've listened to had they known and talked to me; I ignored my parents because of course 'they didn't understand' and my friends actively encouraged me, but us younger siblings look up to you older siblings. Not only are you so wise and experienced to us, but you're also the coolest people we know, so, if you sit her down and have a talk where you show that you understand how she's feeling and why she might want to use, but also encourage and educate her that it might be much better for her if she waits until she's older and to only use sparingly while still young, if she must, then you just might have a shot of getting through to her. And of course most kids go through a phase of trying out smoking and drinking early, but 14 is really quite young to be doing it, and with the whole stealing the dab pen thing it sounds like it really is at least starting to become a habit, even though you said it didn't seem like it was previously. Plus dab pens are even stronger than flower so she's getting quite a bit of THC and probably building up a tolerance that'll lead to using more. Best of luck to both of you whatever you decide to do
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Im 100% European, mostly Northwestern (so basically a common white American), but my moms side of the family happens to be olive skinned with dark hair. We all tan real easy and my mom would regularly get mistaken for a hispanic woman. Not sure what happened there but because of this I would sometimes get asked what my background or ethnicity was and I got tired of just saying white so I would lie and make up something like "Egyptian" or "Brazilian" or something that would make me seem exotic. After years of doing that I found out that I had to stop because those people I would meet would become friends who wanted to come over and meet my parents and wouldnt they be shocked to find out both of my parents are English speaking Americans after i told them a whole different story. It never came back to bite me but I still cringe when I think of it. Wat a weird thing to lie about right lol
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i used to tell people i was german in middle school. all throughout sixth and seventh grade, and even a little bit into the eighth grade, i just straight up lied out of my ass and said i was german to everybody. including my crush, who was actually german.
whenever people asked me stuff about germany i had to lie and make up something that sounded plausible
i claimed to speak german but really just spent my free time google translating certain words or phrases
before winter and spring break, when the teachers would ask if anyone was traveling i’d lie and say i was visiting family in germany
still not sure why i did all of that. and mostly everyone believed me, too. i’m korean btw so i’m not sure how
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This is a throwaway account for what I assume will be obvious reasons. This will be an epic post. It's taken me almost 13 years to tell this story to anyone.
When I was 15 I joined an online community. I used it to vent about typical teenage-angsty topics: family, friends, school, etc. I should be clear it wasn't specifically geared toward teens and actually I think the majority of users were in their 20s and older.
On this site I "met" a man in his late 20's who I will refer to as Adam. Adam and I got to know each other over the course of a few months via long chats and emails. We ended up in a virtual relationship. By this I mean I considered him my boyfriend. He considered me his girlfriend. This relationship included cyber sex, but we never sent each other sexy pictures until I was over 18. We both knew this was legally wrong but of course I was 15 and didn't care. I don't remember what his justification was. I thought he was my soul mate.
Adam was absolutely my first love. During our "relationship" he would write epic poems and essays about his love for me and how wonderful I was. It was stuff that even now (I am now in my late 20s) I would find incredibly romantic and beautiful if it were in an appropriate context. We called each other our soul mates. We planned for our futures together, including children's names. It was an intense relationship by any definition, but especially for a 15 year old girl.
Eventually we "broke up" after almost a year because he found out I was dating someone in real life. He said I broke his heart. He was devastated. I was devastated that I had hurt him.
The years passed and even though we were no longer "boyfriend/girlfriend" we never stopped talking. I always considered him one of my best friends. I grew up, dated other guys, graduated high school, went to and graduated from college, eventually got married and even had a baby. He meanwhile met another woman online, moved in with her, and has been married to her for several years. During this time we go through cycles of getting close, declaring our love for each other, making promises to be together, then getting frustrated and drifting apart. This has been going on for almost 13 years. I'm exhausted.
I've also tried to meet him several times over the years (after I turned 18) but any time we got close he would fall through. The most recent time was early 2016. We live in different states and had planned to meet halfway. I arrived at our meeting spot, several hundred miles away from home, and he chickened out. Told me he couldn't come, couldn't make an excuse to his wife that she would believe. Then he stopped answering my phone calls. I was furious, embarrassed, and devastated. I thought that was the end of our relationship but somehow we moved past it and continued our friendship/relationship/cycle of codependency.
So why am I now writing this? Why now, after 13 years of this cycle of on-again, off-again? I think I'm just tired. I had a baby not too long ago with my husband who, despite everything I've said here, I dearly love and cherish. I recognize that my relationship with Adam is destroying my ability to be intimate with him and with other people. I'm just so used to keeping this secret. In all my friendships/relationships in the pas 13 years I have never told ANYONE about Adam. He has always been a secret. At first it was to protect him and then later I think because I was just ashamed.
Tonight I decided I have to stop the cycle. I contacted a therapist and I'm going to tell her what I've told you all. I hope this is the beginning of a new, healthier chapter.
Thanks for listening.
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It's a shame people think just stopping is the answer. It's not that easy. You should be proud of yourself for taking steps and seeing a therapist. You will overcome this. Best of luck.
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So today I went to get a haircut. When you get there you have to write your name down so they can call you. While I was sitting there on my phone, a barber had apparently been calling my name a few times until I finally looked up and said “sorry, I didn’t hear you” then as I went to go sit in his chair I heard the other barbers and some customers laughing, I felt really embarrassed and dumb, it’s already hard enough being in a place with so many people. So as I’m getting the haircut I kept thinking about what I should say to the barber so he doesn’t think I’m an idiot who doesn’t respond to his own name. So after he as done with the haircut I said “sorry I didn’t hear you earlier, I have a hearing problem” and as soon as I said it I saw the guilt on his face which made me feel guilty too because I was lying. So long story short, I can’t go to that barbershop anymore because it’s associated with a nasty lie and I can’t keep pretending to have a hearing problem. It’s a shame because they’re the best barbers in my area and they’re cheap.
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Dude no one there will remember this by the time you go back
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The way to fix that is by upvoting this post to the front page so non subscribers find out about /r/confession . I gain no karma out of it. This is entirely just to promote the sub.
I've seen this sub liberate a man from an abusive relationship. I've seen it stop a person from killing themselves. I've seen it give sound advice to a recently raped woman. There's potential here beyond just confessions.
Imagine what can be solved if the more people knew about it. If you're new to /r/confession then go in and read some top posts from [here](http://www.reddit.com/r/confession/top/?sort=top&t=week)
That'll give you an idea about this sub. Post a confession of your own. If you're shy, use a throwaway account.
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Well first we have to ban the assholes harassing posters in every thread
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Hello everyone!
**tl;dr: /r/confession will be participating in the reddit blackout on June 12th in protest of the upcoming API changes.**
Many of you have probably heard Reddit has announced significant upcoming [changes to their API](https://www.reddit.com/r/modnews/comments/13wshdp/api_update_continued_access_to_our_api_for/) that will have a serious impact to many users. There is currently a [planned protest across hundreds of subreddits](https://www.reddit.com/r/ModCoord/comments/1401qw5/incomplete_and_growing_list_of_participating/) to black out on June 12th. The moderators at /r/confession have discussed our participation, and today threw our name on the list with over 1000 other subreddits to go dark.
#More Information:
* Third Party reddit apps (such as Apollo, Reddit is Fun and others) are going to become ludicrously more expensive for it’s developers to run, which will in turn either kill the apps, or result in a monthly fee to the users if they choose to use one of those apps to browse. Put simply, each request to reddit within these mobile apps will cost the developer money. The developers of Apollo were quoted around [$2 million per month](https://www.reddit.com/r/apolloapp/comments/13ws4w3/had_a_call_with_reddit_to_discuss_pricing_bad/) for the current rate of usage. The only way for these apps to continue to be viable for the developer is if you (the user) pay a monthly fee, and realistically, this is most likely going to just outright kill them. Put simply: If you use a third party app to browse reddit, you will most likely no longer be able to do so, or be charged a monthly fee to keep it viable.
* NSFW Content is no longer going to be available in the API. This means that, even if 3rd party apps continue to survive, or even if you pay a fee to use a 3rd party app, you will not be able to access NSFW content on it. You will only be able to access it on the official reddit app. Additionally, some service bots (such as video downloaders or maybe remindme bots) will not be able to access anything NSFW. In more major cases, it may become harder for moderators of NSFW subreddits to combat serious violations such as CSAM due to certain mod tools being restricted from accessing NSFW content.
* Many users with visual impairments rely on 3rd-party applications in order to more easily interface with reddit, as the official reddit mobile app does not have robust support for visually-impaired users. This means that a great deal of visually-impaired redditors will no longer be able to access the site in the assisted fashion they’re used to.
#Open Letter to reddit & Blackout
In lieu of what’s happening above, [an open letter](https://www.reddit.com/r/ModCoord/comments/13xh1e7/an_open_letter_on_the_state_of_affairs_regarding/) has been released by the broader moderation community, and /r/confession will be supporting it.
Part of this initiative includes a potential subreddit blackout on June 12th and 13th. Many other subs will stay dark for longer periods, however r/confession is a safe healing space and we don't want to impact or limit your opportunity to heal As such, we will be going dark for two days.
During this time, don't sit idle. If you have something you need to get out, please seek a safe space/community that can provide you the proper encouragement and support to heal.
Thank all of you! We appreciate your understanding in this matter and hope that our contribution to this protest will help.
Sincerely,
/r/confession Mod Team
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Fuck two days, blackout until something happens. They won’t back down with just two days
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This was over a decade ago when I was a freshman in college studying computer science. It was second semester and there was a large project that people broke off into pairs or groups to work on.
I paired up with another guy, and we both slacked off quite a bit. It was maybe a week before the due date of the project when I asked an acquaintance if I could see his code for the project to get a better understanding of how to do it. I ended up copying/pasting almost the whole thing while only changing variable names for the most part. Dumb, I know, but it was crunch time and I was desperate.
Everyone turns in their project work and we end up taking our final exam. At the beginning of the exam the professor asks for a laundry list of people to come speak to him after they complete the exam including myself and my partner. Turns out over half the class (20+ people) ended up doing the same thing - but here’s the kicker - my partner shared our code with another group who in turn shared it with yet another and so on. Half the class turned in code that I originally copied from one group and we were all in trouble.
My partner didn’t know where I got the code from and thought I wrote it and apologized profusely for sharing it and took the fall. Half the class failed because of this including the group I originally copied the code from. Because my partner took complete responsibility, the professor and the Dean of the department asked me to provide a statement so they could add it to the case which I did. I was absolved of any wrongdoing and received an A for the project while everyone else failed and had to retake the class next semester. The guy who I originally copied the code from knew what was up and hated me afterward but couldn't do anything about it until it was far too late and the case was shut.
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I bet some people from that class are still bitter to this day. It’s probably one of those ‘funny’ stories they tell friends, but deep down they’ll never really let it go
How come the guy you originally copied from wasn’t able to say anything until it was too late?
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So like the title said, i stole 185$ from a client that just came to buy some beers and at first i didn’t knew if i should keep it or give it to my boss but i figured that if the client never came back my boss would just keep it so i chose the better option and stole the cash.
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I found an envelope with over $200 on it at work once. I gave it to my boss and she said she'd wait a few days to see if the owner ever came back looking for it. The next day the guy came looking for it and she told him nobody found any money. Luckily I had handed it to her on camera because if they had checked and saw me pick it up I would have got a theft charge!!! But lucky for her, he believed her. She gave me $100 later. The only reason I never said anything about it was because that guy was a regular and he was a total jerk. But I still felt guilty.
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I work in food service for minimum wage at a company that is worth over $10Billion across all franchisees. I am trusted to shut the shop 2-3 nights a week, and sometimes I take 3 of the cookies that haven’t sold that day.
I eat one on the walk home and save one for my aunt. This has been really weighing on me.
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You can relieve yourself of guilt. I absolve you. You're entitled to cookies. Plus you share them.
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I feel kinda crap about this. But I just want to look hot.
It's not that I don't give a crap about how I see myself, but the idea of hook-up with beautiful women is the one that really matters to me. I dated beautiful women in the past even if I was overweight, but I know that most people go by looks. Heck, I'm only talking about looks here. I don't want a girlfriend, so I'm not thinking about anything other than looks right now.
I feel shallow (I never was) and crappy, but this is what I want. This is the reason I'm losing weight and moving forward.
EDIT: Thank you all!!! I feel a lot better right now. I shouldn't feel ashamed about this.
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This is literally most people
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[No Regrets] When I was in college, I had a minimum wage tech support job with a bunch of my fellow students. We'd often go long periods of time with no incoming calls, so we decided to have some fun. We'd go into various teen Yahoo chat rooms, posing as a 14-year old girl. When some over age weirdo would private message us asking for nude pics, we'd instead send them pictures of rotting corpses we found on Rotten.com. Fun times.
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Thank you for your service.
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I have memorized the code (4131) for the apples that are always the cheapest And I always use self check out. I haven't paid full price for my fancy apples in over 10 years
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I always use self check out and honestly...... I'm a shit employee.
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So yes I admit it I am doing it on purpose and to make sure no one will exactly be able to recreate it. And double yes I am pleased when people later tell me it was similar like mine but it had some "magic" missing - and instead of making it themselves ask me to bring it along next time.
I will for sure provide an original recipe for the cake/dish with whom I started (often years back) but those tiny little adjustments I made with trial and error over many many attempts are my secret. For example with my Lemon Cheescake, the original says add XX amount of cream cheese and xx amount of whipped cream. With my adjustment you add less from one and more from another. And instead of just white sugar I use half/half white and brown. Just you can get the gist.
It is not that I will screw completely with people - not with prices for groceries going up... that would be too much. But I will make sure that no one will ever be able to get it the exact way my stuff tastes.
And if it is my SIL complaining that leaves me with an inner evil grin because she always insists she is a god-send-angel when it comes to baking/cooking (spoiler she is not). And every time she shows up with some of my signature stuff and the family tells her nope specivic\_fault´s is way better and she is pissed that is the best about family gatherings. And as she can´t drop it I will have plenty of more fun to happen in the future.
Petty and slightly evil? Some childish rival thing with SIL? Hell yes! And I regret nothing.
And for you who might wonder: yes my husband knows it and takes his own fun out of it regarding his sister. But if I ever happen to have a child that loves cooking/baking I will make sure she/he will be gifted every single one of my recipes when the time is right.
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My mom used to do this with me and my sister. Except she would tell us completely wrong things. I learned quickly not to listen to her.
One year I made thanksgiving meal (entirely fro recipes from other family members and the internet) and my dad was bragging on how well my mom taught my sister and myself. We just looked at each other and laughed.
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When I was in 6th and 7th grades I had a paper route of approximately 4 blocks of residential single homes and duplexes.
I was paid to put flyers into newspapers and then deliver them two or three times per week. I did this diligently for about a year, until I went to middle school and started doing shit differently I guess.
I took note of which houses complained if they didn't get their paper. I would specifically deliver to them every time on whatever choice wheels I had, and basically throw all the bundles of newspaper and flyers in the dumpster of the housing complex. Then I would just fuck around and do nothing like a glimpse into the abyss.
It was sporadic at first, but of course it soon became every single time (with the exception of the complainers) for weeks on end until I felt guilty enough to go do it a few times.
The local newspaper is actually very good and has a free high quality online archive dating back to the 1870s. I did them wrong, even if the pay was shit. I also find it quite sad that no one even cared. Such a waste.
Oh,
And I hated the ink on my fingers.
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So that's what happened to my morning paper you little shit! You know how hard it was taking a dump all those years without anything to read?
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In fourth grade, there was a rule where you couldn't stand on the metal bars in the stalls. I decided to do the opposite and I had stood on the bars. Now after that I had walked out of the bathroom and it turns out a girl had snitched on me. So I too tell the teacher that it was a different girl. The teacher believed me and the girl got in trouble. To this day the teacher still looks at the girl funny.
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"To this day"?
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I didn’t have a reason to do it
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Imagine the butterfly effect on that one….
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When I was 10 or 11, my whole family went on a trip around Arizona. Of course, during this road trip, we ended up stopping by Grand Canyon National Park, where we camped for a couple days. So eventually we hiked up to Yavapai Point to get a family photo. After we took the photo, while my mother and father were messing with the camera and enjoying the view, I, for some reason, decided to take my dad's telephone out of his hiking bag and throw it over the side. I'm not quite sure how nobody saw me doing this, but it fell a solid few hundred feet until I couldn't see it anymore. Obviously my dad noticed after a few hours that his cell phone was missing and spent the rest of the day looking for it. At this point I was seriously regretting my stupid impulsive decision but I kept my mouth shut. He got really upset because all of his old friend's contacts and photos were on this phone so the rest of the trip was ruined. When we got back, apparently his boss had been trying to call him nonstop for days over some sort of urgent work issue. I'm pretty sure this had something to do with my dad being fired a few months later. I'm writing this so many years later because I still feel really bad about this and I can't help but think that my life would be drastically different if I hadn't made that stupid decision.
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If it was a Nokia phone then you put a big dent in the floor of the canyon where it landed you know.
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Every time me and my friend would go to a party he would get wasted and I since I can't drink I would stick to smoking. Back to our dorms we would be pretty out of it but since he always passed out first I was left with stupid ideas. The first time I did it I swore he was going to find out but he didn't, he believed that he was the one doing it. So I just kept doing it. He stopped drinking after his girlfriend saw him trying to pry his butt cheeks apart.
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Any excuse to touch his ass, right?
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UPDATE : she replied " it's okay i forgive u. it's fine i got over it thanks for apologizing "
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i replied that i would make it up to her and thanked her for forgiving me generously and i'm waiting for her to reply again ;;
thank you all of u who gave me the courage to message her i hope she feels better and more at ease ,, i read every single comment and i love all of you so much ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
i apologize as this post is very messy and i'm not very good at expressing myself or telling stories so i want to thank every single one of u who commented and it's touching how many people are willing to come forward and share their own personal stories from different perspectives. i learnt that everyone reacts differently to every situation and there is no one correct way to approach this ; but to those who said they hope i die i have nothing to say. i genuinely do regret hurting others and i hope she is not traumatised.
um i guess that's it ? i don't want to make this too long so i guess this will end here.
once again thank you all so much and i hope everyone has learnt something one way or another because i've learnt more about bullying in this one post than in my entire primary school life 💜
~ story ~
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i was a total beach honestly all she wanted to do was eat lunch with me but i made her life a living hell
edit : for those of u asking why i bullied her it's partially because i myself was bullied at 9/10 years old... it hurt so much but i didn't know that it was bullying until i grew older and i realised that i projected the hatred of others onto an innocent girl and she suffered so much because of my actions so now i feel super guilty...
i know it was wrong of me and i know how it feels to be an outcast... so i just messaged her and I'll update when she replies :')
edit 2 : i apologize if my confession is really incomplete i typed it out on a whim so for clarification she was my target solely because my other classmates disliked her for slacking on group work ; although she wasn't in my group since my whole clique was bullying her ( verbally ) i fit in by throwing insults at her and whenever she talked to me i was cold and extremely rude ; however i did not instigate anything and i felt bad because she was hurt and i could see how affected she was. she initiated conversation with me because we were in the same orientation group ( in my country 13 is where u go to a new school ) and i was sort of the 'leader' of my clique because i was very extroverted and i tried to get along with everybody. i genuinely wish i could take back all the hurt because she didn't deserve it,, she was ( and still is ) an extremely nice person. hence everyone took advantage of it and trampled on her because they knew she was too scared to tell the teacher.
and i'm 15 now if anyone wants to know haha
edit 3 : holy crap this blew up way bigger than i expected ;; i'm so grateful for everyone who offered me advice and how to approach her / how to format my message i genuinely appreciate it so much and for those who shared their own stories it really opened another perspective and allowed me to see why and how different people may react from certain messages / incidents ❤️❤️ thank you all of u so much
i can't really keep up with the comments i'm sorry it's 4am for me right now i'll reply in the morning and be sure to update if she replies 💜
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If you have the chance to meet up with her and try to make amends, try and do so. Leave no regrets.
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In the second grade I tried to get a kid on the bus to get out of the seat I wanted. After I told him to move, he said “make me”. I told him “I don’t make baboons, I just train them.”.It’s been a long time since then, but I just want to admit now that I don’t really train baboons. I don’t even have anything to do with them. Heck, I wouldn’t know where to go to find a baboon, never mind training one. All these years I’ve just been living one big lie.
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Your story made me cry; I don't know what to say. I'm glad you are finally moving past it and are working towards a better life.
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Around 10 years ago when we were in college I stole a few hundred dollars from my best friend (was just knowing each other then). Now the feeling that he knew about it then but didn't say anything is always in the back of my head. I think about it sometimes when we talk.
I deserve it 100%. Don't steal, kids.
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Bro you making this harder on yourself than it has to be, like everyone says just be upfront and tell him and then not only pay him back but with interest. If you stole $200 give him $500 back.
Also, to put a little logic in your feelings, if he found out way back then when yall weren't friends and STILL became your best friend, he either has already forgiven you, doesn't care, or he didn't ever find out which is the most likely.
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I've never confessed here before so if this sort of submission is frowned upon, please expunge this post with impunity.
**TLDR**: I (seemed to) make a man doubt his own sanity and leave Whole Foods in a panic because of a little off-the-cuff storytelling. I feel bad about it.
This happened last night. Conversation is paraphrased but largely word-by-word accurate, as I've been replaying it in my mind frequently since.
**Brief backstory**: I'm a 20-something guy who does a little improv and a lot of DM-ing for a couple of D&D groups. I'm also blind in one eye and have Amblyopia (said eye wanders occasionally). I try to live a good life guided by kindness and conscience, to various levels of success.
**The situation**: Walking home from work, I get a call from my girlfriend. She is running late to a book club and frantically asks if I can pick her up some snacks from Whole Foods. She intends to do a drive-by in a Lyft and pick up those snacks. She's very appreciative, and I happy to do it.
I grab a cart, do the rounds, buy her snacks, and get in line to checkout. Directly behind me is an older man, maybe mid-fifties. We exchange pleasantries about the snow. I get a text from the girlfriend and hustle the snacks out to her. The Lyft parks her a full block away, and with the snow, running them to her takes a few minutes.
Here, I think to myself "well I may as well not waste a trip" and go back to the store to shop for my weekly groceries. I retrieve a second cart, and then I see him. The older man coming out of the adjacent (but separate) liquor store. He spots me in the stores' shared lobbies. I catch his gaze, and to my surprise, he approaches me.
**The incident**: With a curious smile on his face, the man asks, "this will sound strange, but didn't I just see you checking out? Can I ask why you're going back in with an empty cart?"
My initial instincts are an amused appreciation for his curiosity and an aching nuisance about explaining the situation in all its longwinded mundanity (as I've subjected you all to now). I'm tempted for a minute to simply explain, but something takes hold of me. Like he who answers the call of the void, I begin to speak, only half in control of my actions.
I smile reassuringly and respond "sir, your watch appears to be out of synch."
He is still smiling his good-natured midwestern old guy smile, "What?" he puzzles.
"Your watch." I reiterate, still smiling myself. I lean in a bit. "It appears to be out of synch." I lean on those last words a bit coyly.
The man puzzles at me, and looks down at his watch, then back at me. "What? Didn't I just see you?"
I breathe a single-burst chuckle, "of course sir. We've seen each other lots of times." I leave my cart and walk a step toward him, lowering my voice. "Your watch. It *appears to be out of synch*."
The man now is just staring with a furrowed brow. I want to stop. I think part of me thought he would just write me off as a loon and walk away. But something in his expression urged me to continue.
I continued in a light hush, "sir, you ought not worry about this. We've had this conversation before. I suppose that we'll have it again. The airport? The dental clinic? Maybe you remember these too--sometimes you do, sometimes you don't. I urge you to adjust your watch."
The man, to his credit, scrunches into a frown here and parries. "What in the hell are you talking about, my watch?"
I stare at him intently. "Think a moment sir. The time on the boats, perhaps. I'm the man with the bad eye. I know you noticed. You're the man with the old watch. Haven't you seen me before, now that you think of it?"
His mouth opens a little bit, and he does seem to think a moment. Against my expectation he begins to look genuinely scared. Again, I want to stop but don't.
"We need to meet like this, from time to time. But it needn't be so distressing for you. Your watch is fast, sir. Set it back a few minutes. And don't dawdle. I'm already later than I ought to be."
Then I check my own watch. Flinch into a frown, and press past him. I abandon my cart and head for the exit. "See you next time," I call back, almost drowsily.
The man follows me out onto the sidewalk and calls out "hey now, wait!" There is obvious terror in his voice. But I keep walking with speed. My heart is racing and as I cross the street, the man disappears behind snow-swirl and bus traffic.
**My conscience**: I hope he has a story about a crazy person he met at whole foods. I fear he has a slow-building psychosis founded upon conspiracy.
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This story was amazing! Thank you for making me laugh, I really needed that today.
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It was sophomore year of high school. It was the first day back after Christmas break, and all of my lunch table friends were still on their vacations. So there, alone, I sat.
I had a pack of baby carrots, and I wasn’t exactly going to eat them. And I noticed they had a lot of moisture. I squeezed one as hard as I could toward it’s end and it flew up about a foot and landed on the table. “Interesting”. There was a trash can about 20 ft from me, and I figured I’d try to aim my carrot hand cannon at it and see if I could make any baskets. 1 carrot, 2 carrots...3 carrots, no dice. 4th carrot is locked and loaded, but I got ahead of myself and it flung at 500 mph backward.
“OOOOWWWWWW!!!!” I hear a girl scream. I turn around and as it turns out, my carrot hit her in the face. Her face in her hands like she was holding back tears.
“WHO THE FUCK THREW THAT??!!!”, her 8ft 400lb linebacker boyfriend boomed.
I cowered in my seat, kept my head low.
But then I realized that I would look more suspicious that way, so I turned around and acted shocked like everyone else. I chucked a baby carrot at this girls face and acted like nothing happened.
I (unbeknownst to everyone else) became the mystery carrot flinger that year.
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This isn’t a confession, this is the story of how the baby carrot killer was born. That’s still kinda sick I’m going to try that later
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I was 15 and got hooked on vicodin the first time I tried it from the dentist. Fast forward a few months and I notice some in my grandpas meds. He mentioned a few times he didn’t take his pain meds only on rare occasions. I would grab a few here and there which turned into every time I was over as my addiction grew.
Eventually I started selling them to kids in my class. These were 15/16/17 year olds and I know for a fact I either re-sparked somones love for opiates or was feeding their addiction. We would do lines in the computer lab and just nod out while doing our online courses.
Eventually my gramps moved to a nursing home and passed away and I had to face withdraw and finally understood wtf I was doing, I knew it was addictive but I didnt know what addiction/dependence/withdrawal was. I hold an immense amount of guilt. One of the guys is now homless and an addict, another is struggling to stay clean.
I had 0 reason to sell them apart from being greedy and wanting more money than I already had. At one point I stole an envelope labeled “$100” from him and it had a grand in it. When I opened it up after I got home my heart dropped as I was counting the money. Stealing in itself was very euphoric, almost more so than vicodin.
The worst part about all of this is my grandpa used to praise me for being so good even after I had been on probation and everyone else treated me like a kid. He was literally the most supportive person I’ve ever known and I stole thousands of dollars worth of drugs and money from him.
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Unfortunately you can’t make it up directly to your grandfather, but you can still try to make the world a better place in his honor and as penance for what you took from him. Better yourself, reach out to those who are struggling, donate money to a charity that would be meaningful to grandpa or perhaps one that helps addicts. Go to his grave and confess your sins, ask for forgiveness, and promise you’ll do better, then do better. You’re young and there’s so much more ahead of you. You have time to become the kind of man that your grandfather would truly be proud of, although I’m sure he was truly proud of you, flaws and all. You’re lucky to have had him now go show your appreciation.
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I was a terrible kid in high school. I was sort of a stereotypical jock bully kind of guy. I specifically bullied this one kid Jack, who I just... irrationally hated. I thought he was so unbelievably lame at the time, and me and my friends couldn't resist picking on him. Even just thinking about it makes me cringe. He was sort of an emo/scene kid who would wear anime shirts, which made him a big target for us.
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He dated a girl named Jess, but apparently they broke up on really bad terms. He would write on myspace (this was a while ago) that he desperately missed her and wanted her back, and he was sorry. Jess sort of became friends with our group afterwards, something I am sure Jack hated. One day we got drunk together and Jess was ranting about how much she disliked Jack and that he was a sad pathetic person, and eventually we hooked up and our friends left. We were both sort of... idk how to describe it, in this evil, drunken mood. We decided to send a video of us having sex to Jack. The worst part was that in retrospect, she actually had no real reason to hate Jack, she just hated that he was 'pathetic' and 'needy'. She was a terrible person too I suppose. Hanging out with us made her a bully. Jack was never mean or cruel to her, she hated him because she thought he was too much of a loser. I mean what the FUCK was wrong with us that we were like this??
He responded to the video saying that he wants to speak with Jess, and that was it. I told my friends what happened, they thought it was HILARIOUS, and soon it was spread all over the school that I had sex with Jess and sent the video to Jack. I remember seeing Jack in the hallway and I saw his face, and it literally pains me to think about it, but at the time I thought it was awesome. His face was puffy red, his chin wobbly, his eyes were red, it was clear he was crying before or maybe the sight of me made him want to cry again. We hysterically laughed at him, right to his face, and basically made fun of him by saying that we fucked his girl.
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I CRINGE in pain at the memory of that. I literally wish Jack just took out a fucking knife and jabbed us all in the throat. I cannot believe we ever thought that was an okay way to fucking treat someone. And 99% of it was just trying to make my friends laugh, trying to see just how cruel we could be to push things to extremes. I am not even sure if I can fully understand the mindset I was in, it was a sense of complete superiority and distaste for someone 'weak' like that.
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Jack would end up switching schools very soon after. Well, first he dropped out of school, then he went to an alternative school I think? Something like that. Regardless, I found his facebook page maybe a year or so later. My stomach dropped. It was filled with statuses about his addiction to pills and his attempts at recovery. Lots of stuff about the pain and anguish of his life and how much he struggles with mental health. Its been a decade, and I still check his facebook page a lot... and its the same thing. Hes now a heroin addict. He goes through bouts of recovery, then relapse, then recovery. I cannot help but feel fucking guilty. This happened right when he transferred schools. He mentioned it in his status that it happened when he left our school, that was when he got addicted to pills. He also mentioned he left his school because everyone hated him there.
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I sent him a message saying how sorry I was, and that I cannot believe I ever acted the way I did, and that I apologize to the fullest for how we treated him. He left me on seen, which is understandable.
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It sucks. It makes me feel terrible about this. I wish I could just... idk, DO something to make up for it. And it makes me feel terrible, I went on to have a great life. I went to a good college, am married and have a 1 year old kid, I live in a nice area in a (relatively) nice house. I sometimes think I would feel better if it was the kind of trope where the bully has a hard life and the kid getting bullied ends up super successful and the bully ends up a drunken loser. But that isn't what happened.
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I don't think there is anything in my entire life that I regret as much as what I did to Jack.
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Dude seriously as someone from the other side of scenario like this, tho by far not as hard as this, i can say fuck you. You know you deserve this. And you should feel guilty for ruining his life, cause that's what you did. Nevertheless what happened happened so I guess make the best out of it, educate your kids to not be such a fucking piece of shit.
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[Remorse]: If you feel bad
I have a micropenis. My penis is about 2.5" erect. I've never told anyone about it. I don't want anyone to know. They will think that I am less of a man. At the very least they will pity me, which is even worse.
I'm not overweight or anything like that, it's just the way it is. I'm a virgin, never done anything with a girl. I'm average in terms of looks. I'm short but girls show interest occasionally/rarely. I'm scared to do anything. I'm 19 and in college, so everyone around me is having sex all the time and I have to just feign laughter as guys tell me that they "fucked this really hot girl last night." It's great. I've known that my penis was small since I was 13/14, but I assumed that it would grow eventually. It didn't.
I've read just about every single article, study and forum post about micropenises and the consensus is that women don't get pleasure from penetrative sex at all. In movies you see the two main characters get together and it's very romantic, they kiss and start to have sex, they're both moaning and loving it. It seriously breaks my heart to know that I'll never be able to give a woman that experience. I know that I can learn to give cunnilingus (and I've read a lot on the topic), but it's just not the same. Women talk about being "filled up" like its the most amazing feeling in the world. It hurts to know that I can't provide that feeling. I've tried to kill myself before. I broke into a building and was standing on the roof about to jump, but I just couldn't do it. I stayed there for hours trying to find the balls to do it, but apparently they're small too.
I hate it so much. The thought of a woman laughing at me when the clothes come off is terrifying. Very few women would accept a man with a micropenis and even if there was a woman who could she would always think about a guy who was larger. Penetrative sex is off the table so she would probably seek it elsewhere. I know I probably sound like a whiny little bitch, and I most likely am, but it just really fucking sucks.
**EDIT**: I apologize for the fragmented writing, my thoughts are quite jumbled.
**EDIT2**: Thanks for all of the replies. People are misquoting and misunderstanding the things that I say, so I'm pretty much done commenting. I realise that when something like this is posted, all the magical optimistic fairies come in and say that the world is a beautiful place. But thinking that the majority of women are going to be okay with a 2.5" penis is delusional. Genuinely delusional. Especially 19 year olds.
I may have exaggerated by saying that it is one of the main elements of masculinity. When I said it I was mainly referring to height. Which many studies support.
Are there some who will accept it, absolutely. I guess, I just need to find them.
Oh, and thanks for the 9 months of gold. This is a throw away, so it's kind of a waste though.
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You got a ton of advice here, but I am going to go a different direction.
**Shame**. You are ashamed. Even if all of reddit joins together in a conga-line of "Micropensises are amazing" it won't make a fucking lick of difference. Because your penis is not the problem. It may be a hurdle for SOME women in SOME circumstances. It might take a little bit of extra work for you to find partners that work for you sexually. All of this is true.
But I could provide you a harem of women BEGGING to fuck you and it wouldn't make a difference. Because your dick is not, and has never been, the problem.
>I've never told anyone about it. I don't want anyone to know. They will think that I am less of a man. At the very least they will pity me, which is even worse.
>I'm scared to do anything.
>I've tried to kill myself before.
>The thought of a woman laughing at me when the clothes come off is terrifying.
**So you tell me: is the problem your dick or your brain?** You can't fix your dick. But your brain? Totally fixable with time and work. There's a [Louis C.K. routine](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTULoJlD_V4) [EDIT: Who was cribbing Atwood] where he ponders why any woman would ever go out with ANY guy. He says that men fear that women will laugh at them, whereas women fear men will kill them. Yet somehow, women still manage to muster the courage to go out to bars and coffee shops, meet strangers, call phone numbers, and all that with the treat of being murdered and raped. Your fear? That...what? You'll be laughed at? Rejected? Pitied? Well, you're already doing a pretty good job of that yourself.
Let's get some perspective here.
Even IF if happened....it wouldn't matter. You go home with a girl, things are going great, and then the pants come off and she rejects you in the cruelest manner. I mean pointing, laughing, name-calling....she literally does the WORST thing you can think of. **It wouldn't matter**. It probably wouldn't even hurt. Because, guess what, that's what you do to yourself every day, all day. You've said and thought every cruel and horrible thing you can come up with to yourself as long as you've been old enough to know you had a dick in the first place. You hate yourself enough to want to DIE over a rejection that has never even happened.
Your friends won't pity you, but you pity you. They don't think you're less of man...that's all coming from you.
The shame you're living with is so, so much more painful than anything anyone could ever do or say. The crushing weight of being alone, being an outsider, of not feeling entitled to sex or love or companionship? THAT'S torture. And its needless. It isn't based in the real. You may have a micropenis, but the problem is the torture chamber you've erected (pun intended) inside your own head.
I so badly want you to tell someone. Someone real. Tell everyone. I can nearly GUARANTEE the response you get is like the 50 comments posted here: supportive. Get some therapy, a lot of therapy, then start putting it out there. Tell your friends, tattoo it on your face, have a skywriter stencil it above your college campus: DOXXY HAS A MICROPENIS. Get a teeshirt made. It would be the single best thing you ever did.
Because there's that girl, you know that girl, and her secret is that sex is incredibly painful for her. She's too fucking terrified to date because she knows that every guy will eventually want to fuck her and it is going to really suck. Then there's that other girl who can take or leave penetration but really loves oral. And they are going to hear about you. And, oh look, those eyebrows just went up. And they're asking your friends where you hang out on the weekend. **Yes**: there are women out there who won't want to date you because of this. But there are also women who won't care, women who are in to it, women who need a partner with your exact qualifications. But your fear of this secret getting out means you're standing up on the top of buildings, crushed in your loneliness and your misery, instead of sitting on their couch right now watching Archer.
Then there's that other girl that just really digs you. And she's never figured out what she's doing wrong that you just ignore her. And, no, micropenis isn't on her wishlist but if she falls in love, she'd work around it. Just like millions of people work around mismatched libidos, strange kinks, premature ejaculation, vaginal dryness, and just about every other problem that befalls couples. NO ONE is a perfect match. But, damn, that pesky falling in love bullshit makes us get creative and find ways to work around it.
Don't spend another year this unhappy. Make the choice not to do that. Your cock is never going to change but you can change your brain, your outlook, your life.
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I can't remember how old I was but probably between 5-8 years old. My mom was on sick leave because she had been burnt out. It was me, my older sister and my mom at home. We were all watching TV, kinda crammed up in our small couch. My mom was laying on her side and me and my sister were sitting next to each other. I looked at my mom and asked her if she wasn't wearing makeup. She said no and I regretfully remember that I thought I was being funny when I replied with "you look so ugly". I also remember with horror that my mom started crying. She wasn't mad, she didn't say anything, she just cried silently. I looked at my sister and she kind of shook her head at me as if saying "no, you can't say that". This is the worst memory of my life. I hate myself every time it comes to mind. I wish I could erase this from my memory.
Context: When I was a kid I was very shy and sometimes didn't speak to people at all. I kind of struggled around people and just how to fit in/act normal. I was a "good kid" but I had a lot of anxiety at a very early age and was also very sensitive. I would say or do things that I picked up from my piers because I thought that was normal or even cool. Then I would get in trouble and people were disappointed in me and I would feel really bad. Why could I never get things right? Is there something wrong with me? I just struggled a lot with how to be a human.
I don't know if my lacking behavior skills had anything to do with why I called my mom ugly, but no matter the reason I hope I can forgive myself one day. It is my deepest regret and a dark memory that I have never shared with anyone.
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For her next birthday, give her a card that tells her she is beautiful, or flowers with a card that say she is as beautiful as them. Beauty doesn’t have to mean physical every time, but if you want to make up for it and don’t have the words to physically say it to her face or it would be strange to do it, doing it in an action or subtle gesture might help, and I’m sure it would make her beam 😊
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when i was 14 a girl sent me a nude and i screenshotted it. she also showed me her breast on a video call and i tried to record it without her consent. i regret it heavily now and i deleted them both immediately after. i thought it was ok because people would always talk about taking screenshots secretly and that it was a common thing. i didnt do it to blackmail her, i did it because i thought it was hot.
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Seriously forgive yourself and let it go
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I(24f) was around 19 and leaving my work. This woman was driving recklessly weaving off of the road to get around people and then stopping in front of them and proceeded to run me off of the road. When I got back on the road behind her she kept slowing down and acting like she was moving off of the road so that when I’d try to pass her she would try to hit my car.
The one lane then split into two; a straight lane and a right- hand turning lane. I decided to go straight. No one was behind me and the person in front of her was taking forever to turn. I’m assuming they didn’t realize the light was green. My windows were down and so was her driver’s side window. I chucked my fountain drink from my lunch break through her window and went straight.
For context, I’m usually a very patient person… to the point where someone could be a straight up asshole to me, and I’ll think to myself, “Are they okay? They must be having a bad day,” and I’ll let it go. But something in me that day just was not having it.
I know what I did was wrong, believe me. As I was driving off, I immediately thought, “Maybe that wasn’t the right thing to do.” I’m not saying what she did was right either. I mean… it’s not like she was weaving around people because of an emergency if she had time to sit there and fuck with people, right?
I don’t know. It’s been something I’ve been going back and forth on in my mind whenever I happen to think about it.
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The hero we need.....
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I’ve sorta always been conflicted about this. I didn’t really feel bad but I didn’t feel the best about it. I was in charge of putting the large inventory ordered away. Which was boring, very boring. One day, one of the monopoly stickers was coming off a drink cup and my manager said “just pull it off” see if you win. I didn’t win anything but that kinda gave me permission to do it later. I got hooked. I started stealing huge sleeves of the hand brown Containers. I think there was around a 100 in a box. I would take them home and pull everyone. I won so much food and the set of McDonald’s glass cups. I would place the sleeves in the trash and take out trash. After work I’d go to trash bin and dig the sleeve out. Anyway! I think the monopoly game is rigged. That is all.
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There's a HUGE story about how the Monopoly game WAS rigged by a guy who worked security for McDonalds (Edit: He didn't work for McDonalds. [He worked in security for the company that made the game pieces](https://www.thedailybeast.com/how-an-ex-cop-rigged-mcdonalds-monopoly-game-and-stole-millions).). He knew where the winning tickets were and stole them, getting them his various fences across the country.
However, when I worked at McDonalds 1987 to 1990, I didn't steal game pieces myself. But one girl did and she got found out and fired. (If I'm remembering the right contest, they had individual game pieces you could giveout instead of the ones on the sides of cups and french fry boxes).
Earlier on, a friend of mine who worked there managed to steal big handfuls of the game pieces without getting caught. He told me about how he and his family would sit there and pull all the tabs and collect winning tickets.
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**Edit:** Oh wow, I truly wasn't expecting this when I posted it. I was just feeling so...I don't even know what, and I just wrote away. I want you guys to know that I'm truly blown away by these comments and advices, and I wish I could answer all of you. Thank you so much for all the kind words, the gold, the advices and the heartwarming PMs. I haven't told Marion about this post yet, but I certainly told our baby, she of course just looked at me confused but It's our secret for now.
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I don't know what this is, I don't know if it's a confession or a love letter or both, but for the first time, I'm terrified of everything. Every little thing poses a danger and I know it's not true, but I'm so scared of losing what I have now that logic doesn't work with my brain, it seems.
I'm a 28 year old male.
When I was young I fell for one of my dearest friends. We sort of grew up together, and then we dated and it didn't work out. I thought she'd forever be the love of my life. Then, I met another girl and while I loved her, it wasn't the same thing. We dated for a long while and then broke up. I tried giving it another shot with my friend, but there were complications from both our sides. Both of these relationships were long and while I've had hookups here and there, I'm the kind of guy who enjoys being in a relationship.
So I spent a good time alone. From 26 to 27. I'm still friends with both my ex-girlfriends and occasional hookups with them would happen, but I never went back to dating either of them.
Then I met her. I'll call her Marion here. She came into my life out of nowhere--we met at around 4 am when we both went out to the same convenience store. I remember seeing her grabbing a box of cereal next to me, and I couldn't stop staring. She was gorgeous, the kind of gorgeous you need to tell yourself not to drop your jaw. Her hair goes down to her waist, and she's got these hazel eyes that are cat like and that day she was wearing a black dress with a black robe over it, a black robe full of pink roses and I know I'm sounding stupid, but I was just attracted to her for some reason, like she was pulling me in. I stared like a dumbass and she noticed and sort of laughed, shook her head and stepped in front of me to grab the box she wanted. I told her without thinking that I liked those cereals, too, and I think I cringed at that but she was nice about it. She started talking to me, and we paid for our stuff and sat on the parking lot there, eating cereal right out of the box. That's one of my favorite memories with her because it looks like a scene out of a movie or a book and it was the first time we met. We exchanged numbers and over the weeks, we started talking more and more. By the end of the first month of our friendship, I was completely and utterly infatuated with her, and luckly for me, she was too. We started dating and I fell in love with her so quickly and so hard. You ever met someone that seems to have been made especially for you? We fit together. It's the best way I can explain it, we fit together. Even when we fight, even when we're mad at each other, this entire relationship still feels right.
So things progressed and she got pregnant. It was an accidental pregnancy. Right when the symptoms started to show, we both knew what it meant. We were terrified, and I went to buy a pregnancy test with her. When that thing turned out to be positive, we were still terrified but happy, too. Some people were really against it, some talked about us being young. I was about to turn 28 then, she was 24. We had already decided on keeping the baby and nothing anyone said made any difference. We moved in together, and had a healthy baby.
And now here we are, and the reason I'm here is because I realized last night how scared I am. It was raining really hard, and the baby was crying. Marion got up to go see what it was, guessing that the baby was hungry. I couldn't go back to sleep, so I went to the nursery where she usually breastfeeds the baby, but they weren't there. I then went to the living room and found Marion sitting by the window, watching the rain, breastfeeding our baby girl. She was wearing a similar robe to when we first met, and she looked stunning. The room was quiet except for the sound of the rain, and it was honestly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and it was mine, you know, my family. I quietly made my way to them and sat in front of her. She smiled at me and put her feet on my lap, and we stayed like that until our daughter was done feeding. And I realized that I could lose this, I could lose this as quickly as I gained it and that thought made me go numb. I love that woman more than anything, I love our daughter more than anything, I love us, I love our story and I want to protect them from everything and the fact that I can't is making me go insane. I get anxious when she's out and takes too long to come home because I think something happened, I get these intrusive thoughts all the time. My confession is that I think I'm experiencing real love even though I thought I'd loved before and I have a tendecy to lose people I love. I'm truly scared here and I don't know how to keep that anxiety down. It might be because we're parents now, but even before our baby I was terrified of losing Marion.
I wish I could predict every danger in the world to keep them away from it.
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If you can, talk to your doctor about it. Post partum stuff is *not* an issue that's exclusive to the mother. She may be the one dealing with the direct hormone stuff, but dads can be just as mentally shaken about having a baby to take care of, especially anxiety wise
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When I was 15, I got bullied a bit by a few of the neighbourhood kids. I had a few friends, but more enemies.
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I overheard they wanted to lit shit on fire in my doorstep one day at school and it happened that night.
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I saw 1 of the guys that was running away and knew it was him, he would be the only 1 with the balls to do such a thing because he was older.
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My mom didn't understand and just thought kids will be kids, and cleaned it up.
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I told my friend this, and we waited a few weeks while trying to think of a plan to get revenge.
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The things we were coming up with were too complicated so I just decided to simplify it by shitting on his car.
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So my friend and I snuck out at midnight and went to the guys house.
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I made sure I held the shit in the entire day and when we got there, I let loose on the bonnet of his car and pissed on the driver side door handle.
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I wouldn’t confess this I’d brag. Karma
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This happened when I was 12.
My friend Jason and I were working on a school project in 7th grade for English class at his house.
The project was for the book the Giver. He wanted to make a model out of the town from the book using LEGO. He did most of the work. My job was sorting his giant tubs of LEGO by color or something, I hardly remember.
Jason got up to use the bathroom. When I poured a tub of LEGOs onto the floor out spilled Pokemon Blue version.
I didn’t think twice. I pocketed it. I only had yellow version and really wanted blue or red to do the rare candy code.
Later that afternoon when I left, I almost threw it into the woods. But I didn’t. I went home. Put it in my GBC, erased his save file, and started a new game.
I never went back to Jason’s house to help him finish the project. I felt too guilty. I think he became angry with me because I bailed; and we stopped talking not long after.
Sorry, Jason, for being a crummy friend.
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When i was younger i had a friend steal my Pokemon Red. Confronted him about it, he lied, then later in our adulthood he confessed and i Still dont like him for it. So not cool bro, not cool.
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I used to work at a golf course in highschool on an army depot and that wouldn't allow personal coolers. We sold alcohol by the bottle or can and lent the coolers to the golfers. I was in charge of cleaning the golfcarts and the course and when the coolers had unopened beers I was supposed to take them back to the coolers to be resold but instead I had a stash spot where I kept them all. After the boss left around 6 I had to stay untill all the golfers where done so I sat beside the 18th hole pond and fished and drank my stash of beer until I left.
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Haha fuck yeah! Fishing & beer. I'll toast to that 🍻
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I want to start this off by saying that this only works because I have three cars. And there are four different McDonald locations near me.
Sometimes I will drive to McDonald's, go around through the drive-thru, and then pull into the waiting parking spots that they have and just sit out there until an employee notices I'm out there. An employee will be giving someone their food and then they'll come up to my window and ask me how long I have been waiting. I say anywhere from 20 to 30 minutes and they immediately panic and ask what I had. I'll give them my order and then they'll give me food and apologize that they forgot about my food.
The next day I will go to another location in my car and do this over and over until I've been to all locations in that car and then the next week I will just switch cars and do it all over again. One of the McDonald's has caught on but the other ones have not.
I might be a bad person but I'm hungry when I'm coming off from work. And they keep raising their prices.
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You have three cars that run and drive but fast food is too expensive?
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The year was 2012 and I was 18 years old. I had moved out of my parents house and was living 3 hours north of my family. I got a girlfriend for the first time and I told my family all about her on the phone. My grandma was a super nice Christian woman. I loved her to death and i struggle every day knowing what I did. Obviously with her Christian beliefs I should be waiting till marriage to have sex and she told me that growing up but I didn’t really hear much about it anymore after I got to around the age of 12. So one day I got this bold idea to prank my grandma. I called her on the phone and asked her to please be patient with me and not to speak out of anger once I tell you what happened. Then I proceeded to explain to her than my girlfriend was pregnant followed by choking sounds on her end and I instantly knew I had messed up. I hung up the phone after calling her name for 2 minutes and called my dad who rushed over to her house to find her laying cold on the basement floor. To this day nobody knows what we talked about on the phone and everybody is happy for me because I was able to have a conversation with her right before she passed. They tell me to stay positive and to know that she didn’t die alone. She passed from an unexpected heart attack. Kill me god.
Edit: Just because I have a dumb username and I replied to comments saying this is fake doesn’t mean I’m making this up. This shit actually bothers me and y’all calling me a liar based on nothing.
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No dude, she had to have already had advanced heart problems. You don't just drop dead from a heart attack at hearing unpleasant news if you're healthy. That ONLY happens when your veins are already clogged from year and years of cholesterol build up. She was on the verge of a heart attack before you ever picked up the phone. Your joke may have precipitated the actual moment it happened, but the woman was a ticking time bomb that would have gone off at any moment anyway. You did not kill your grandma. Bad genes and a bad heart did.
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I worked as a general manager for a subway about 4 years ago. They paid me crap and I couldn’t afford anything. I quit after 3 months as I couldn’t survive off the pay anymore. During the last month I stole so much food and I’m not just talking 2 sandwhiches here and a bag of chips there. I had control to the cameras and would turn them away from the parking lot when I did this and the district manager never noticed as he rarely watched the cameras anyways. There was 15 stores in his area anyways. I would take packs of salami, pepperoni, lettuce, cookies, boxes of chips etc, whatever I could eat at home. My food costs went up some, but I didn’t care. My district manager didn’t ask me about it until a few days before I planned on quitting. I had a meeting with my crew about watching their waste (knowing damn well they weren’t) but my last day I took so much stuff. I went back the next Friday to get my check and the district manager didn’t say anything. Nobody ever said anything. I probably took close to 1,000 dollars in food from the store.
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Haha! My brother worked at subway & got arrested for letting a next door restaurant take $10 worth of lettuce. The district manager saw it on camera and the police arrested him on shift a few days later
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I was about 11 or 12 and i was at the movies with my family, we were watching one of the twilight movies. After the movie had ended we waited for the credits to roll and got up and left, we were the last people in the movie theatre because we always wait for the very end.
Me, my mom and my 3 brothers were leaving the movie theatre, when i realized i had forgotten my drink, i ran back up to the top of the theatre to grab it and saw a wallet sitting on one of the seats. Me being a curious 12 year old I opened it up to see tons of cash (well to me at the time)
I thought of putting it back and leaving it or turning it in, but i really wanted to buy all of the map packs for BO2, and my parents wouldn’t help me with it.
I grabbed all of the cash out of the wallet and threw the wallet away, at the time i didn’t realize the hassle of getting new credit cards and a new license. I still feel so terrible about it every single day, and i hope the guy who’s wallet it was is doing good.
Since then i’ve become better, i always give homeless people money and food, i occasionally pay for the person behind me’s order at drive throughs, but it hasn’t helped shake the feeling that i’m a horrible person.
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You're 18 and from what you describe you seem to be turning into quite a wonderful person, don't stop. I regret things I've done when I was a kid (I'm 19) but I've accepted that I can't change the past, now I'm working towards changing my future. You're already quite a ways ahead of me. Keep going bud you're doing great!
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Obviously using a throwaway account because... yeah.
So over the past few months I've noticed my husband sneaking out of the house at night, sometimes for hours at a time. I'm one of those people that fall asleep as soon as their head hits the pillow, so he obviously thinks I'm asleep, but one night I heard the baby crying and noticed he wasn't there. At first I thought he was sneaking out to see another woman, but it turns out it was worse than that, in my opinion anyway.
We had our first child in February this year, and he's been a really hands-on father. Always is there to take care of the baby despite having a full time job when I need a break and all that.
I don't know how else to really say what he's doing without it sounding completely insane (because it kind of is) but it turns out, when my husband goes out at night, all he does is go into the yard where the trash cans are, rummages around, and fishes out a dirty diaper from our child, opens it, and just stands there smelling it. It seems to only be the ones that our son has gone Number 2 in, because I've seen him toss back ones that presumably only have been peed in and look for a dirtier one. And then he just *stands* there, taking this deep contented breaths in of our child's excrement. For ages. The sad thing is, he looks so damn happy when he's doing it too. I've watched him from the window for weeks now, just standing out there, sniffing with this huge grin on his face, and then rummaging around for another.
The real icing on the cake was the other night when he came back to bed, once again thinking I was asleep. He must have got a bit too close to the diaper when he was sniffing our son's business, because when he got into bed with me I could smell something and opened my eyes a bit when I finally heard him snoring and it turns out he had a bit of poop on his nose. I felt so disgusted.
So I'm at a loss as to what I should do now. I love my husband but this freaks the hell out of me. Has this happened to anyone else before? Is it a fetish or something? I'm too scared to confront him but I know it needs to be done, and any advice would be great because, I mean, shit.
**TL;DR - My husband sneaks outside at night to rummage around in the trash for our son's soiled diapers and then sits out there smelling them for hours. Don't know what the %*#& to do. Help?**
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EDIT 1: I'm still awake right now feeding the baby and waiting to see if he'll make a move later on. Thinking about confronting him, but not sure if I will or not yet. Will update.
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EDIT 2: Wow, I can't believe how many people have replied to this post - first of all thank you for all the people who wrote in with such thoughtful advice, I can't reply to everyone but I've read every comment on here so thank you.
I still haven't confronted my husband about what he's doing, and the other night after my update, after waiting an hour or two, sure enough he snuck out again for his nightly diaper sniff. I was planning on confronting him but he ended up coming inside after only smelling one or two, and by the time he came back into bed I was too nervous and flustered to say anything, so just pretended to be asleep. I've decided though that either tonight or whenever he goes outside next (he doesn't every night, but most nights) to take a photo of him in the act and be waiting for him with the evidence when he returns inside. I've never been good with words and I'm just too nervous to sit down with him and bring it up, and someone suggested I photograph/video him so he has no choice to explain since I obviously have evidence and leave him no room to pass it off as me maybe seeing him doing something else. Hopefully I can get a clear enough picture that it will be enough for him to realise there's no way out but confront the issue. I'm nervous about how he will react, but I know he loves me and our family and hopefully there is some way we can work through whatever this is together as a family.
Thanks again for all the supportive comments and advice. There has been overwhelming support and only a few weird comments, and I really appreciate people reserving judgement of my family and I. I will update again once I've confronted him, and hopefully I'll be able to wrap this up nicely and it will be happy endings all round :)
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EDIT 3: **[UPDATE](http://www.reddit.com/r/confession/comments/1mdrd7/update_my_husbands_dirty_secret/)**.
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Wow, that is a really interesting situation. You probably should talk to your husband about it.
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as somebody who was sexually abused as a child by a slightly older family member, and didn’t reenact it, all you can do is try to make up for it and move on. you should really honestly consider therapy to help process these things.
edit: i’d like to add that i don’t hold any hatred or malice for him, i understand why he did what he did and I feel bad for that family member.
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Okay so i sometimes jerk off in bed, i put it into a tissue and toss it into a corner of my room. And i get it the next day. But i forgot for 2 days and its just starting to get hot out. So about 10 minutes ago i went to get it. and i went to pick it up and i was just Fucking shocked. Their was 200 little fucking ants using my cum rag as a goddamn nest. THEY ATE MY SEMEN AND USED IT AS A NEST......
Edit. Holy shit this blew up overnight thank you all so much. first reddit post ever lol
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Is this how Antman was created???
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4 years ago, I dated a guy for 2 years. We were really in love, best friends, all of that. We broke up after a nasty fight my sophomore year of college that was fueled from our frustrations of being long distance. His mother detested me because her husband had died a few years back and he was her only son, and I guess she thought I wasn’t good enough. She always made this very clear, and one of the issues my ex and I had was him not noticing or defending me.
A couple of years ago, my ex came to our hometown and all my old friends met up. We were mutually surprised to see each other, and it was very clearly an odd and tense situation. Everyone got drunk, ex started talking to me, then we were laughing, then we started making out and had sex in our friend’s guest room. Super drunk, no condom. I barely remembered when I woke up and just dipped out of there.
A month later I’m still pretty messed up because I still loved him and that encounter made it worse, and I realize I’m late on my period but hadn’t noticed because I had been so distraught. Took a test, so surprised when it was positive I fainted. I knew we wouldn’t work out as a couple, no matter how much I still loved him. I wanted the best for him- I wanted him to find a girl to be happy himself with and finish school and be successful (he was really going places) and not have to move back home to be with his kid. I loved him so much I just wanted the best. Couldn’t bring myself to get an abortion. So after three months when it really hit me that I probably wasn’t going to lose it, I did what I thought was the best thing to do. I went to his mom.
His mom was very wary opening the door. Faked a smile all that, tried to politely ask what I was doing there. I told her I was pregnant with her son’s kid, and that we wanted the same thing for him. I told her I wouldn’t get an abortion, but ex didn’t have to know. She was real quiet, asked why I was willing to do this. I said I couldn’t tell him because I didn’t want to get back in a relationship knowing he wasn’t happy with his life, and I didn’t want to fuck it up. So I told her I wanted to move away to Detroit, where some of my extended family was, and cut everyone except immediate family from back home off. That I wanted to basically drop off the grid, delete everything, disappear and raise my kid. So we made a deal. She would pay child support and rent (she is very wealthy and was very willing to keep this secret) and I would continue to go to school. I remember the last thing she told me was “thank you for doing what’s best for my son. I never knew you loved him this much.” Really fucks to think about now.
I went home and cried, then eventually broke the news to my parents and my plan. They were absolutely against it, so I promised to stay long enough for the birth, but I had to leave after, this was my life. I think part of the reason my dad allowed it was because I would be living off campus and they wouldn’t have to pay rent, and it would be a lot less money for them. My mom only allowed because she visited her family in Detroit often and she always thought my ex didn’t treat me right (that wasn’t quite true, though)
Flash forward and I have left school, I’m at home, social media accounts deleted, number changed. My mom keeps getting calls from my friends and tells them I have decided to start life over (the worst part was hearing some of my close friends cry, even the guys) and i couldn’t ever answer the door because sometimes my friends would try to see me. My parents always said I wasn’t at home/moved away.
After the birth of my daughter I stayed for a month then moved to Detroit. Started working part time, took classes online, raised my kid alone. Shit sucked but I made friends who didn’t know me before and life was okay.
That leads to yesterday. At around 3pm i got a knock on my door, and see 6 of my old friends including my ex. I was supposed to have company over so I had actual clothes on and the apartment clean, thank God. I tried shutting the door but Boy 1 stopped it and they forced themselves in. Said Girl 1 had been going to my parents mailbox for weeks to try and find where I was (mailing address). They found a letter I had sent my parents with pictures I had developed of my daughter (but they didn’t open it, just used the address) and came. Thought I was part of a cult or sick or something. Boy 2 mentions a rumor that I had a kid. Standing there and seeing my old best friends and the shock and knowing I was fucked just killed me and I started tearing up. Cue my daughter waddling into view behind me.
I wouldn’t tell them who the father was, but my ex had the strangest look like he knew. They all sat down and I brought them beers and then played with my daughter. They all seem so young now, or maybe I feel old. My daughter went up to my ex at one point, and held her hands up to be held. She hugged his neck tightly and wouldn’t let go, then sat down facing him and fell asleep against his chest. My ex looked at me and I had to turn around. Thought I would lose it.
Later we all caught up. Ex became exactly what he wanted, so maybe this was worth it. I explained I had wanted a new life for me and her, and I missed them all so much. It was late so I had ex carry her to her crib to sleep. While it was him and I in there he finally asked if she was his. I burst into tears and he knew. He was so angry, and I tried my best to explain but obviously it wasn’t enough. I told him I thought it was best for him, and his mom agreed, and he started crying. I think from his yells the others knew too.
They all slept over and are still here. My ex wants to work something out. I still love him but I won’t get back with him just so he can see his daughter. I told him he can visit whenever he wants, but he wants me to move to his school’s area. I don’t know what to do. And I’m sorry. I thought I was making the right choice and it was selfless, but now I don’t know. Any advice would help.
Edit: My ex and I had a scare early in our relationship and he acted poorly. Kept asking me to abort it etc. He was immature then and part of the reason we broke up was because it always felt like he wasn’t growing up. I didn’t stay in a relationship with him/get back into one with him after finding out because it would just be him angry at me all the time for something I didn’t do and bitterness towards me for ruining his life. That being said, he seems really different now. I think he might still be in love with me, and I AM still in love with him, especially after seeing him with my daughter, however I won’t get back into a relationship with him if our daughter is the only reason we are together and I know he doesn’t truly want to be with me for me. I know it’s still fucked up, but I don’t think he would have been able to become successful or grow up if he had known. Not saying what I did was right, just that that was my reasoning. Thank you.
Edit: Wow, thank you so much for the gold. I don’t deserve it but I appreciate it and all the support and advice and honesty, even if it was hard to read. Thank you everyone
Update: Well, it’s been about two and a half weeks since I wrote this post. My ex and my friends all left the day after but my ex went back to his moms place and had a talk with her. He apologized to me for not being the most supportive before and was still upset with me, however understood because he has seen how much he has grown. He was livid with his mom and if she didn’t have a stake on where my daughter and I currently live he said he would cut her off immediately. I am done with cutting people off so I wouldn’t have let that happen regardless. I got to go home last week, and met up with a bunch of people. A lot of tears, didn’t expect that, and my friends threw me a surprise coming home party. It was very overwhelming but mostly because I never knew I was so loved. My daughter seems so happy with her father and I’m in love with their relationship. My ex and I went out to dinner a few days ago just us two and although we didn’t call it a date, it kinda felt like the ones we would go on as kids. That same connection is there, my goodness it’s crazy. Like I breathe differently with him or something. He’s so much more mature now it’s insane, and I feel different too. It’s all been so refreshing. He even walked me to my parents door at the end of the night and kissed me on my forehead for a moment before going to his car, which is exactly what he did on our first date as teenagers. Sent my stomach into flutters and everything. I’m not saying we will end up together as a couple, but it feels like that’s a possibility. Even if we don’t he has been a fantastic father so far and definitely will be kept in my daughters life no matter what. We’ve met up with his mom and my parents and talked everything through. I finished out my fall semester at school and now I’m going to be spending a few months in my ex’s city and weekends at home while I apply to other places closer to him. This was agreed upon because I feel it’s only right for me to move closer to him after depriving him of the beginning of our daughter’s life. Me, my ex, my parents, and his mother are splitting financials until I finish school. Everything is kinda unstable and feels weird right now, but at the same time everything feels very right. Maybe it feels unsettled because I’m not used to being this content and happy? Like I’m afraid something will go wrong? I don’t know. Maybe I did make a mistake back then, but I cant bring myself to regret anything, especially when my ex is so understanding which tells me he knows he wouldn’t have been a positive person in my daughter’s life before. I don’t know, I think everything will be okay. Money is fine, school is continuing, my kid and her father are spending so much time together, I get to see old friends again, and my ex and I are reconnecting. I can’t ask for anything else and I’m so grateful. God is so good. I never deserved any of this but I’ll take it gladly. Finally, thank you for all your comments. I promise I read them all but it was very hard to respond in a decent amount of time with everything going on. The advice helped more than you all know, and all the comments were taken into consideration. God bless you all, and Merry Christmas/ Happy Holidays :)
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Holy shit. This is a confession. I wish the best for you.
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I love my kid, but if i have to watch a bunch of 2nd graders try and play basketball 4 hours every Saturday longer than I have to I’m going to have a midlife crisis. I feel like my whole Saturday is gone between the driving and then the actual game. They don’t even keep score because it’s “bad for their self-esteem.”
Edit: they don’t keep score on the scoreboard; however, they do have someone taking stats. Turnovers mainly.
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>hey don’t keep score on the scoreboard; however, they do have someone taking stats. Turnovers mainly.
Get your kid into a real kid's league. No score keeping makes the entire thing an pointless exercise in futility.
Learning how to lose and move on is probably one of life's most important skills.
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I was a little girl and i always had the habit of cutting worms or snails with scissors.
when no one was watching, I used to grab the worms from the box, cut them up and throw them away
I do not tell this to anyone because it is stupid, no one found out and we ran out of class pets before the other classes. nobody knew why
edit, because they seem silly in the comments: Now I grew up, I would not harm an animal or a person and I know what is right and what is wrong. don't be exaggerated, I even volunteer in my spare time, calm down. I have adopted many pets that I have never hurt.
I think they are too exaggerated, I just made a confession of a stupid thing that I did as a little girl. literally 9 years or more passed from this event and I was 6 or 7 years old
By the way, all my life I have been to therapy and I am not psychopath or anything like that. So stop telling me to take therapy if I already take for other reasons
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I used to make clay figurines and Interrogate them with knifes
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She would never let us eat anything. No breaks. No lunch breaks. Wanna eat? Gotta eat and work. Couldn't drink anything there but water. She screwed me around on my pay. Overworked me for $7.25 an hour.
So I decided to get a little revenge. I did it right before I quit. She got so many, she had to change her number and email. She still has no idea who did it.
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So... THAT'S why I didn't get a reply...
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Ok sorry if the formating or spelling bad, I'm on my phone and just had to get this out there, I've been upset since this happened.
Well it started innocent enough, I was looking for our picture albums. I want to make him a little scrapbook for fathers day.. Anyways, I found a couple of boxes he had stuffed away in his closet. So I guess curiosity isn't always a good thing this time. I opened one of the boxes and of course started reading.
And the one I read made me both angry and sad. Apparently, when I was younger (5yrs old or so), someone from either school or around town, called child protective services on my dad. He never mentioned this to me and all I was told, is that these people just want to make sure "we were safe and doing ok" Now, my dad raised me pretty much alone, my mom passed when I was very young, and I never really knew here. I will say my dad isn't a "normal" looking dad (especially back then). What I mean I guess is he's the tough tattooed looking guy, like you'd think is more likely to see him in a fight rather than playing outside with a 5yr old girl..
I know most people (still) judge him as soon as the see him, but once you get to know him, well not even that, just talk to him and you'll see he's the kindest guy you'll know.
Anyways, in his journal he wrote about cps coming for weekly, then monthly check ups and the case worker always seemed worried him about some little something they found "odd" in the house (like omg he left some dangerous looking tools out in the garage). When he started writing about making changes to start looking like a "dad", my heart broke. He wrote about why and when he cut his hair short because of it and even looked into tattoo removal (which he couldn't afford, thank god, I love his tattoos he's told me the story of each and everyone), he even tried as he put it "dress more classy". Trying to prove to these people that he was a good dad.
But, none of this worked, cps still came by (from what I tell, they stopped when I 10 or 11yrs old or so). He wrote about time that if I did any little thing wrong in class teachers always questioned his parenting, telling him things like "he wouldn't be able to raise a daughter properly, he should find a woman"...
The times he tried to participate with the PTA or help on field trips or whatever and he was always rejected. I hate, hate how they acted towards him and it breaks my heart. He's never talked about this to me, or even let if show that he was uncomfortable when I did school activities. There's more in these journals but that's enough for now, that's my confession.
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Sounds like an amazing man
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