u/Greedy_Junket_723

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This is very short confession. Eight months ago I received a notification on my Cash app and it was $20 sent to me and it says for the pizza on the note I was 100% sure they sent it by mistake but I did not say anything and weirdly I really needed a gas money and I did not have it so it kind of came on the right time. from that moment till the day before yesterday for a various reasons I have received around $900 in total. At first I assumed they will know at some point they’re sending it to the wrong person specially if the person they intended to send told them they did not receive it but weirdly they’re just sending money after money and I’ve been using each and every part of that money without any guilt. And I do not know the person and I was not expecting any money from anybody on my Cash app.

My friend’s boyfriend died in an accident a few weeks ago, and I’ve been struggling with the fact that underneath feeling horrible for her, I also feel a sense of relief.

My friend is 25 and a single mother to the sweetest three-year-old girl. She left her daughter’s father because the relationship became abusive and eventually moved into a safe home for women and children. She had subsidized rent, free childcare while she worked, and was finally in a situation where she could start rebuilding her life.

A few months later, she started dating a bartender from a dive bar who was in his 60s.

From the beginning, I found the relationship incredibly unsettling. Maybe “predator” is a strong word, but that is genuinely how I saw him. She was a 25-year-old single mother who had just escaped an abusive relationship and was in an extremely vulnerable position, and here was a man more than twice her age entering her life.

What really changed things for me was what happened with her housing.

One of the strict rules of the home was that NO men were allowed on or near the property. It was a safety issue for obvious reasons. After they had known each other for only about a month, he repeatedly showed up there and made his presence obvious despite her already being warned about it.

Eventually, she and her three-year-old daughter were kicked out.

And what does he do immediately afterward? He offers for both of them to move into his house, which was basically a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

And she did.

That whole sequence has never sat right with me. She went from having subsidized housing, childcare, and some independence to losing all of it and becoming dependent on a man in his 60s whom she had known for barely any time. I was angry with him, but I was also incredibly frustrated with her. I kept thinking, “You fought so hard to get yourself and your daughter somewhere safe. Why are you doing this?”

But she fell completely in love with him.

Then he died suddenly in an accident.

She is absolutely devastated. He is basically all she talks about. She has been spending money she really doesn’t have on tattoos dedicated to him, and, most concerningly, she keeps telling me she wants to take her own life.

I feel terrible watching her grieve like this. I love her. I worry about her constantly, and I worry about her daughter. I know that regardless of how I felt about this man, SHE loved him, and that grief is completely real.

But there is this awful part of me that feels relieved that he is gone.

I don’t feel happy that my friend is suffering. I don’t enjoy watching her grieve. I wish none of this had happened to her.

I just cannot shake the feeling that this relationship was deeply unhealthy and that he took advantage of someone who was in an incredibly vulnerable position. I keep hoping that once she survives this grief, she might eventually find herself again and rebuild a life where she and her daughter aren’t dependent on someone else.

And then I feel like an absolute asshole for even thinking that while my friend is mourning someone she considered the love of her life.

I’m also struggling with how to be there for her because I can sympathize with HER pain, but I cannot make myself mourn him or pretend that I thought their relationship was okay.

Has anyone ever dealt with something like this? How do you support someone through grief when you secretly feel relieved that the person they’re grieving is gone?

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I’ve been working at this company for the past 4 years. There’s this female manager who is hands-down the most annoying and useless boss you could ever imagine. Everyone in the office knows how insufferable she is, and secretly despises her. She’s literally only in that position because of her years of service. I worked on a project with her once, and she was so unbelievably incompetent that I ended up doing almost all the work while she snatched all the credit. Needless to say, we never got along.
Cut to last year: a long-term US-based project opportunity came up that I was dying to get on. Naturally, I asked around and found out that she was going to be on the same project. I instantly realised that if an onshore vacancy opened up, she’d try to steal it right out from under me and probably get it, too, just because of her seniority. So, I came up with a plan, it was a long shot though.

She has a four-year-old son and had been going around the office complaining about how much she missed him now that he’d started going to school regularly and making friends. Seeing my window, I suddenly started talking to her all the time. I played the sweet, devoted friend, telling her how adorable her son was and gushing over what a great mom she was. I’d constantly compliment her on losing the baby weight so fast and making pregnancy look like a breeze. She just basked in the praise, and I could literally see her ego inflating. To build even more rapport, I told her how fun it was growing up with two sisters. It was a lie, I only have one but I added an extra so she’d relate to me considering she has two sisters, too 😜.

Fast forward a couple of months: my manager and I were suddenly "like family" and the project was just kicking off. She was already displaying her usual incompetence, and I was trying so hard to hold it together. Every now and then, she’d send me photos of her son, and I made sure to hype up every single one, telling her over and over how gorgeous her family was. By this point, a couple of my colleagues had also picked up on my scheme and joined in on the sweet-talking. We’d sit together while she went on and on about her son, faking absolute fascination and showering her with compliments. Eventually, she started dropping hints that she wanted her son to have a sibling, and I knew my plan was finally paying off! We all started nudging her, insisting she should follow her heart and do whatever makes her happy, all while hyping up her beauty and reminding her what an amazing mother she is.
A few months later, the big news dropped: she was pregnant!!
She officially went on maternity leave this past March, and we were beyond elated. We literally went out drinking that weekend to celebrate the ultimate victory of our plot. Fast forward to today: I’m absolutely thriving on the project, an onsite vacancy opened up, and I’m heading to the US in two months!!
So yeah, consistency and discipline really do pay off. Never give up!!

I was horribly distraught as those who have seen my post yesterday might have figured.

I went down the rabbit hole of stalking the woman my husband had cheated on me with and I saw that he liked every post of hers ever since last year. She is very active on social media, I am absolutely not, and only installed Facebook on my phone after the story she had put up.

I raised this with the husband. This is what he had to say. I am posting it as it is.

‘If I'm wrong, I always admit it.
I mean, even here I am apologizing. I know you don't like this happening, and that's why I'm saying sorry. I don't mean to disturb your mental peace anyway. But I am also saying, try to get over all these things. Because I genuinely don't understand these things. If there was something going on from my side, I would probably deal with it very cautiously. But there is nothing! So it doesn't even stay in my mind. And if someone from office posts something, I will obviously like it.
I am also saying this: it's high time you stop making a fuss about such unnecessary stuff. Do that instead. 🖖🏻

First of all, I genuinely can't even remember when I liked it. Secondly, when someone you know posts something, nobody thinks that much before liking it. If I had that much of an impulse,, etc. thing going on, I guess I would remember liking it rather than it just being a random thing I did, but that's not the case. So please refrain from using such words.
You rather, block my profile instead .Because otherwise, at any point someone can post something and I might like it, and that's it. I mean, it's not as if I am sitting there having conversations with her. If I have to go on Facebook while keeping all of this in my head, that's simply not possible.
As far as I know, apart from a long written post or a meme, people don't sit and think deeply about every single thing before liking it. So, sorry, I made a mistake.’

I have decided to go for separation. It hurts but this should be the first right move. I was seeing things through rose tinted glasses. This can’t go on. He is making me an intelligent smart woman feel like I am insane.

Link to my first post : https://www.reddit.com/r/cheating_stories/s/yHti2ZQSCV

honestly i have been keeping this from a lot of people. i lie that my daughter is my younger sibling in-front of older women with kids. i had my daughter at 16 years old. when i had my girl, me and my boyfriend were together for only 11 months. i found out i was pregnant at 15, when i was 3 months in. i was freaking out. my parents didn’t believe in abortion, but that is what i wanted. i wasn’t ready. i am lucky for choosing the right boy because if he didn’t stay with me, i don’t know what i would do. he has worked his ass off throughout my pregnancy and i am so grateful for him. in school, people would call me a slut. i was very depressed at the time, but when i saw her eyes open for the first time, i felt so safe. me, her, and her dad all in one room. we cried together. giving birth was hell, i don’t want to experience that again, but what came after was so worth it. i am happily engaged now <3

Came upon hard times, ended up homeless and unemployed. I rented a storage unit while collecting unemployment and it was enough to pay for the storage unit. I lived in it for over a year until I got on my feet.

I also had a gym membership where I’d mostly use it for showers. During the day I spent most of my time at parks and libraries applying for jobs.

Eventually I got back into the workforce and rented a one bedroom apartment. The things we take for granted, simply having running water or a toilet.

EDIT I: For those curious on how I did it, it was somewhat remote and I only slept in it when it was cold or rainy out, otherwise I resorted to sleeping in a tent as well. I came and went during rush hour or busier times.

EDIT II: I can’t thank this community enough for all your gracious, thoughtful and very kind words. I genuinely appreciate the support. I did not expect for this to blow up like it did, THANK YOU.

My sister-in-law is the kind of person who makes food her entire personality. Every family dinner, she spends twenty minutes lecturing everyone at the table about seed oils, processed sugars, and how she can instantly detect the difference between store-bought dough and genuine artisanal baking from scratch. She has made fun of my cooking more times than I can count.

three years ago, I was completely swamped with work before hosting our annual family holiday dinner. I was too exhausted to bake, so I bought two six-dollar frozen berry pies from the grocery store freezer aisle.

I baked them in my own ceramic pie dishes, lightly dusted the crust with powdered sugar, and pinched the edges with a fork so they looked uneven and rustic.

When dessert was served, she took one bite, closed her eyes, and announced to the entire family that you could TASTE the fifteen hours of dedication in the handmade butter pastry. She literally posted a photo of her slice on Instagram with a caption about supporting traditional home bakers.

Since that night, I have never baked a single dessert from scratch for family gatherings. I buy the exact same frozen box every holiday, transfer it to my ceramic pans, and throw a little loose flour on my apron before walking out of the kitchen. She still gives speeches at the table about my secret recipe. You should of heard her ask me last Christmas if she could buy some of my homemade starter.

I feel slightly guilty, but watching her praise factory pastry is the highlight of my year.

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I’m 21F and my boyfriend is 25M. We’ve been together for over 3 years. Yesterday night he confessed to me that he is a pedophile. In response I asked him questions like “what ages?”, “have you ever acted on it?” “how long have you known”. He told me ages 14-17 but I don’t even know if he was fully telling the truth for how low the number is. He said he has never acted on it and claims he never will and he told me he can’t give an exact answer for how long he’s known. He said maybe since he was around 20 but that was just a guess from him. I am completely shocked and honestly kind of scared. I feel like I don’t even know who he is and I don’t know what to do. I brought up treatment like therapy or something and he doesn’t think he needs it but ??? I feel like he absolutely does. We’ve talked about having children many times and now I can’t even fathom having kids with him. I feel like I could never trust him around them. I feel sick and anxious and I have no idea what I’m supposed to do with this information and I can’t even talk to anyone about it. Please I need advice or something. What do I do?

The company was complete with news articles, press releases, and full social media handles. This was 2011/2012, before the age of AI, and all the coding and setup had to be done by hand. But what was most convincing was the custom email handle I set up. It wasn’t some generic Gmail, rather it was at my website’s own url, and back then that looked impressive and legit.

My friend was a good guy, albeit a C student, but he was good to me, so I told him he could use the fake business I set up and put it on his resume that he worked there, and together, we came up with his position, job responsibilities, and other details that might come up in an interview at IBM.

And somehow it worked, he was interviewed, they asked him about his position at the fake company I had created, and I sent them a brilliant recommendation from my custom email url, making it look like a real operation, even though it was just some side project I had set up during college. He got hired at IBM as a consultant, and I closed the company after hearing his good news.

Tl;dr Created a convincing fake company which got my friend hired at IBM even though he didn’t actually do any work for me, other than come up with an elaborate backstory for the interview.

I had a relationship with a married man for a year and half. He led me on with the usual overly emotional admissions of his feelings and I let myself believe his lies. We were decent friends beforehand always got along well and seemed like a genuine friend. Almost a year after my divorce, we started texting then conversations got too deep. We end up sleeping together for almost two years. I broke things off when I couldn’t take the guilt anymore. We didn’t talk a few months and then we stated texting again. We almost rekindle the affair until I had to put an end to it again. I feel the need to tell his wife. The only thing that’s stopping me is they have two kids, and I couldn’t imagine being the cause of that much turmoil in a child’s life. I am the asshole.

Basically as the title says, me and my bf already are just making minimum wage anyway, but lately he’s been really into betting. he made a few good bets at the start but has since lost us a lot of money. it’s looking like we won’t be able to make rent this month and he doesn’t even seem panicked.
He has this friend who makes quite a lot of money and knows about all of our issues. He basically implied that he’d be able to help us out with rent if I slept with him.
I don’t want to do it but honestly I’m feeling tempted. I just feel so broken and like at this point I’d do anything.

My stepdad was a garbage human being. He never laid hands on my mom, but the emotional and financial abuse was relentless for 15 years. He completely isolated her, controlled her bank accounts, and just destroyed her mentally. She was so depressed she relied on Ambien every night just to sleep. She tried to leave twice, but he’d threaten to drain everything and leave her on the streets. She was completely stuck.

Four years ago, I was visiting for the holidays. It was around 2:30 AM. My mom was dead to the world on her sleeping pills upstairs. I was in the kitchen getting some water when I heard this massive crash in the living room.

I ran in and he was on the floor. He was clutching his chest, sweating through his shirt, and taking these horrible, unnatural gasps for air. He looked right at me, completely panicked.

Everyone thinks they’re going to be a hero in an emergency. You think adrenaline will kick in and you'll jump into action.

I didn't. I just froze.

I had my phone in my pocket, but I didn't reach for it. I just stood in the doorway staring at him. It wasn’t some evil, calculated murder plan. My brain just... short-circuited. Part of it was pure shock, but if I’m being brutally honest with myself, another part of me just didn't care. I looked at the guy who ruined my mom's life, and I felt zero urgency to save him.

So I just stood there in a daze. I watched him pass out. I listened to his body make these awful, loud gasping noises (I found out later it's called agonal breathing). I just stood there completely numb for what felt like forever.

It wasn't until the gasping stopped and the room went completely dead silent that I finally snapped out of it.

I pulled out my phone and dialed 911, and that's when the physical panic actually hit me. The dispatcher told me to get him on his back and do chest compressions. I did it, but I was shaking so bad I don't even know if I was doing it right.

The EMTs showed up a few minutes later and took over. I literally had to run upstairs and shake my mom violently to wake her up right as they were loading him onto the stretcher. They rushed him to the hospital, but he was gone.

When the cops asked what happened, I told them it was a blur and that I panicked and couldn't find my phone at first. They didn't even question it,People do dumb shit on emergencies all the time.

My mom is doing amazing now. He always threatened to cut her out of everything, but he was apparently too lazy to ever do the legal paperwork. She got the house, the life insurance, and she’s actually happy and safe for the first time in my life.

But I am completely messed up over this. If I had just reacted like a normal person if I had called 911 the second I saw him instead of just standing there staring at him he might have survived. I didn't actively kill him, but my hesitation sealed his fate. Every time my mom hugs me and cries about how glad she is that I was there to "do everything I could," I feel like the biggest piece of shit on the planet.

TL;DR: Found my abusive stepdad having a massive heart attack. Instead of springing into action, I went into shock and just stared at him until he stopped breathing. By the time I snapped out of it and called 911, it was too late. My mom is finally free and thinks I'm a hero, but the guilt is eating me alive.

because they're annoying as fuck. For like two months, jerk it in the shower, open the pump, dump it in, and give it a good shake.
He just told me her period was super late
so they took a pregnancy test and she's knocked up. He said "I trust her, I guess a condrin ripped or idk" and they're going to raise it. We have a year on the lease.
Problem is, I'm black and they're white as fick.
What are the chances I'm a dad?
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Basically I’ve worked my way to corporate management and I’ve faked my way the entire time. I fabricated the majority of my resume to align with every job upgrade I’ve gotten.

I’ve never had any college education and any type of work I do I’ve always winged with no real knowledge.

I have gotten lots of raises and job upgrades based on faking my way through meetings and using AI to create spreadsheets and presentations all while not really knowing what I’m doing. I plan on faking it to make it for the foreseeable future

Work in Aerospace engineering/ manufacturing

In 2023 I was 15F, and I was struggling with addiction. I was in and out of psych wards and nothing seemed to be working.

Until, while in a hospital I met my first love (16M). He and I spent as much of our time as we could together. I never knew I could have feelings as strong as I did. We were both very bipolar, on medication, and had just survived attempts.

We bonded, and to this day I have never clicked with someone in that way. I live a state away from him, and so when we got out I wasn’t sure if he would even contact me.

Well he did. And we hit it off again. Soon, he asked me out. And we began dating, devoting all our time together. I planned a visit, and my father drove 4 hours for me to meet him.

As you can imagine, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I was so in love and he was a brilliant person. Extremely talented guitarist, hilarious, genius, and very insane. But the only fly he could hurt, was himself. He would frequently talk about offing himself. But then he started talking about us committing together. He really didn’t mean to sound grim, it was a combination of his illness, angst, and love for me.

When we hung out, the addiction in me slowly creeped back in somehow. I was so high on young love I didn’t even want to use really. I had been relatively sober the whole time we dated. But for some reason, I wanted to do LSD with him. I thought drugs were cool. In fact my world revolved around getting high, so I wanted to include him.

He seemed fascinated by my addiction. Not romanticizing it, but just intrigued. He had only smoked weed before and maybe a few cigs. Some nights we would spend hours on the phone and I’d tell him all my acid stories, or coke endeavors. One time he told me his favorite movie was Requiem For A Dream. I told him I never saw it. (a decision i would later regret.)

Well, after our visit I get home and immediately launch a manic idea. And any bipolar disorder person knows, ideas become reality quick.

We were going to do acid together. It was the perfect drug. Its not lethal, its eye opening, relatively cheap, and it would be a great bonding experience.

Well as the days went on I realized I couldn’t wait till our next visit, we could just get it from our own plugs and do it on the phone. Another decision I will regret.

He talked to a guy who knew a guy, and got someone on telegram. I just went to my regular dealer. 15 a tab, per usual. But somehow, my boyfriend’s guy charged him $60 for 10 tabs of acid. Anyone who has done it should know that is an insane deal. Who even needs 10 tabs? 3 at the most is enough.

But I was so clouded in addiction I didn’t think twice.

It was a Wednesday night. A school night. But we decided to take it anyway. Around 10 pm. I take my 3 gel tabs, he takes 2. We were chatting and joking. An hour goes by and he feels nothing. Then another hour. He asks me something that still rings in my ears to this day.

“Should I take all ten?”

Being manic and high I told him he could.

And I watched him shove the whole sheet under his tongue. Maybe another hour goes by, I have no real sense of time at this point. But I remember him ranting about how I am his world, he will do anything for me, and he has never loved someone so much.

Then he started slurring. And drooling. And laying on the couch staring into the camera. My trip quickly turned into paranoia and anxiety. I was hearing voices and it went south quickly. I just wanted a break from the call to recuperate and be by myself for a few minutes to calm down. I told him I needed to use the bathroom and I would call him back. He said “Don’t leave me baby, don’t leave.” Barely coherent at this point. I assured him I would be right back.

I never saw him again.

I went to the toilet and after, looked in the mirror. Huge mistake. I stood there for maybe minutes, maybe hours. I went back into my room and had the most horrific trip ever.

I began calling him, and calling. And texting. I even emailed his brother. I was seeing demons, police helicopters, walls caving in. I was drenched in sweat, paranoid about him. I was sure I would die that night.

All the sudden its 7 am, and my mom comes in to get me up for school. But I am awake still tweaking. I get to school and he still won’t answer. He obviously isn’t asleep, he has school too. And I am sober enough to get help.

Well, my dad picks me up after I speak to the guidance counselor. Brings me home, and sits me down.

“He’s passed.”

They found him drenched in a pool of water on his back next to the couch.

I went back that same day to the very psych ward I met him in.

They even accidentally put me next to his old room.

I still haven’t recovered. As the years go on I tried to explain his death to myself. Was in fentanyl? Was it his Lithium and the LSD mixed causing Serotonin syndrome or seizures? Was it just taking all 10 that did it? I will never get answers. And I feel like a murderer. And on top of this, it is such a terrifying way to pass. He must’ve went through absolute psychological torture in his last hours.

Anyway, I just needed to vent. Its been over 3 years and I think about him daily. Any comments or suggestions are welcome.

EDIT: all the people saying this is AI, i wish it was. this is my life and i don’t need to prove my trauma to you. all the people leaving kind insight, thank you deeply. many of you made me tear up and reading comments was more therapeutic than i anticipated. also i am sober and have stayed out of hospitals for 2 years now.