r/confession

13 years ago one of my college roommates got a kitten for free. She was a terrible owner and did not take care of the cat. So we talked and we agreed that I would now be the owner of the cat. The cat was mine for 6 months and I took care of her. This was now my cat.

During those 6 months me and that roommate started to hate each other for various reasons. I kept the cat in my large bedroom. We connected and that cat became my best friend since it was my first year of college and I didn’t have many friends.

I came home from class and my cat wasn’t in my room. I asked that roommate if the cat was somewhere in the apartment. She responded with a shit ass attitude, looking at me in the eyes, and says “I gave the cat away”. She broke into my locked bedroom. We hated each other so much that when I was gone, she made a post somewhere and someone immediately came and picked up my cat.

I was so mad that when she left for class i stuck my finger up my butt and rubbed it on her pillows, her laptop keys, and even her toothbrush. When I think back on it I’m so disgusted. But she gave away MY CAT. I was hoping she got pink eye from the pillow and then my anger just escalated and I rubbed my finger on many of her things.

My ex was not a good woman, she beat me multiple times (ruptured my cornea once), purposely crashed into my car with her car and eventually cheated. That was when our relationship ended. She spends around $120 on specific shampoos that she loves. She left one at my apartment, so naturally i filled it with piss, shook it up and gave it back to her. I smile every time i think about it.

There are many horses that run free on the island, but a few people have been able to tame them. I came across a friendly woman at the cafe I was eating at and were chatting about the lifestyle on the island and told her I enjoy horses and anything horse related so she invited me to her home to meet her horse Neil.

Well this was around 8pm and we had opened a couple of bottles of Pinot Noir and we were getting looser with our conversation and she led me to the stable where she kept her horse and the feed and hay.

One thing led to another and I was on my knees performing oral sex to this horse and was extremely into it and loved every second of it. The horse finished in my mouth and it was the most amazing experience I’ve had in many years. I’ve been back home from the vacation for 2 weeks now but I want to do this sexual act again but have no idea where to go or how to find it.

I (F46) used to hang around AOL chat rooms in college. I enjoyed it because you could find people to talk about pretty much anything. There were also lots of pervs, sometimes I talked with them because it gave me a laugh and sometimes because I was horny and that’s what fit the bill that night. I got lots of offers to meet in person but never did for obvious reasons.

There was one guy I clicked with and we chatted for months. We chatted about various topics but conversations usually turned into cybersex. He was a lot older than me and married, but at the time I was OK with it.

One day he told me he was coming to my city with his family on a vacation and wanted to meet me. We agreed to meet at a local theme park (which I figured would be safe) on a day when his wife was going to visit her sister with their son.

After meeting and walking around and chatting a while we decided to go on a ride. It was dark and his hand went on my leg. I lost control of myself a little and kissed him. We spent a few hours finding secluded places to touch and kiss.

He asked me if I wanted to go back to his hotel room and I agreed. He had two adjoining hotel rooms, one for him and his wife and one for his son. We went in his son’s room. It didn’t go well. Until we got to the room I had been raring to go but as soon as we stepped into the room it felt wrong. He was nervous and the whole thing was kind of awkward. We never spoke again after that day.

I’ve thought a lot about it over the years and if I’m being totally honest I’m really conflicted. Meeting him at the theme park and the stuff we did was super thrilling and excites me to this day when I think back on it. But going to the hotel was a mistake for a bunch of reasons. I always hoped the reason I never heard from him again was that he felt guilty and went back to his wife.

I (29M) have been the "responsible one" in my family since I was like 22. First one with a real job, first one with savings, you get the picture.

My family treated that like a communal bank. My sister needed rent money, my brother needed car repairs, my mom needed help with utilities. I dont want to sound heartless, I know things are hard for everyone and I genuinely dont mind helping. The problem is it never stopped and it never came back. Over about 6 years I gave out somewhere around $23,000. I recieved maybe $400 of that, and only because my mom made my sister pay me back for a birthday gift.

8 months ago I had to dip into MY emergency fund to fix my own car and I mentioned it to my mom. She said "well at least you have savings" and then two days later asked me for $600 for my brother. Something in me just quietly snapped. I didnt even plan it, I told her my company had layoffs and I was one of them.

I have a good job. I still have my job. I work from home so its easy.

My life has never been this peaceful. Nobody asks me for anything. My phone stopped ringing, and that stung alot more than I expected, because now I know most of those calls were transactions. My mom checks in maybe once a month and asks about the job search. I tell her the market is rough. It definately is, so thats not even a full lie.

The funny thing is nobody has offered to help ME. Not once. They all know im "broke" now and suddenly everyones budget is too tight.

Here's what I actually feel guilty about. My niece had a birthday in March and I told them I couldnt afford to fly out. I could afford it. I just couldnt sit through another dinner listening to my sister talk about her new nails while she owes me $4k. I skipped a little kids birthday to avoid an awkward conversation and that is honestly the worst thing ive done to someone who didnt deserve it.

I dont plan on telling them. Ill "find a job" eventually with a lower salary so the requests stay small.

I guess I just needed to say it somewhere. Anyone else done something like this? I feel like the villain in a story where im also the victim.

I don't know how I've gotten away with it but about 2 years ago I moved into a new rental. After a couple of months I realised I had completely forgotten to switch my electricity over, but the power was still on. I thought to myself, why not just leave it that way till the inevitable day that it gets shut off.

Well it's been almost 2 years and nothing. No letters or anything. From my research either the account holder, the homeowner, or the electricity company are responsible, although it's hard to be sure. I know that the day I come home to my fridge defrosting in a dark house will suck but at this point it's worth it for the money I've saved.

I had a difficult family life, was abused as a child, never really dealt with it or at least not well. Found out I was a product of an affair and met my biological father as a teenager, it changed my already difficult relationships with both my other parents and always felt like I was an unwanted, dirty secret to all three parents after that. Dealt with depression and attempted suicide at one point, then started to do better but always flirted with mental health problems and addiction into adulthood. Never really had a healthy relationship, codependency, cheating(them, not me), broken people trying to find healing, stability, safety, fuck at least comfort or camaraderie in bringing our sad broken lives together to lean against each other. I became addicted to opioids in the early 2010’s, the word fentanyl wasn’t synonymous with “super-poison” back then, it was a new thing, a prescription drug. I tried it with a roommate after having a fight with a cheating girlfriend and a rough day at a shitty job, it came in patches that we smoked. It sounds nasty but I had snorted pills before so I knew taking drugs the way you were supposed to wasn’t always the most fun method of administration. Puked right away and couldn’t stand up straight for hours. I was hooked immediately, despite how messed up I was on the stuff I was anaesthetized to the pain of my life and the people in it, I wanted that again immediately the second it wore off. After a few months of occasional use turning into habitual use, my dealer moved away(dying of an overdose not long after) and I lost my source. Painful withdrawal, no new source of drugs, no option but to clean up so I did, and crawled through the fire into an even more painful sobriety. I was still broken, never fixed any of the hurt that led me to my mistakes and self-destructive behaviour in the first place. I used connections I had made in my addiction in real life and this new thing called “bitcoin” I found about online to start procuring and reselling drugs from the darknet. It went from getting me free drugs, to becoming slightly profitable, to becoming more profitable than my job. I met a girl and as they have a way of doing, the drugs found their way into our personal and family lives. Not because we had drug problems, but people around us did and I was a part of that as the supplier. She wanted me to stop so I did, for a long time. We split up and I started selling again, not big time but just getting clean stuff, party drugs like coke and molly, uncut and fentanyl-free, selling it at cost as a favour so friends could party safely on birthdays and holidays after a few incidents with gross/unsafe gear. One day about a year ago, I got a free sample of heroin with some coke I picked up. I told no one, didn’t want to worry them, and it seemed like a waste to throw away perfectly good drugs… I had played around with pills and lean a little bit over the years since getting clean from fent, figured no big deal, and got into my little sample by myself one night. It was so good, so much better than fent or lean or pills. The euphoria is warmer than synthetic opioids, I wasn’t expecting it to be that much different. I bought some more. Next thing I know it was every weekend, then every night after work. I started getting sick without it. I got tired of lying and hiding it, crawled through the fire of incredibly painful withdrawal(I am not a poor teenager anymore, I could afford a healthy little drug habit and my daily dose was much higher than the equivalent I had been taking of fentanyl when I was addicted to that) got clean for almost a month, then broke when a friend died of an OD. I’ve been tapering for a month or so now, trying to get my daily dose lower and lower so the withdrawal isn’t as painful this time. I have also procured some SR17018, a research chemical that apparently makes stopping less painful. I have a decent job, good friends, a partner that loves me, a cute little cat. Nobody knows. I’m so scared of taking too much, hitting a hot spot in the dope or getting stuff cut with fent, and boom I’m gone. I’m scared of my partner finding out and leaving me, I would deserve it after I betrayed their trust and hid this from them. Pray for me. Or maybe pray that my life falls apart, maybe that’s all I deserve is for everything to come crashing down around me as a result of my own actions. I don’t know. Fuck.

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So the past few days have been such a doozy, I need to get this off my chest.

So last week I found out that my sister who is 45 has been cheating on her husband with her own son’s friend who is like 21 and his friend is also of the same age. I saw them entering a motel quite a way away from our hometown as I was doing delivery for my work. I went and confronted her and she confessed from her own mouth that this has been going on for quite a long time. Then came the waterworks that it was a mistake and that it wasn’t serious and she was just unhappy with her marriage and was looking to “feel young” somehow.

Now I’m close with my brother in law and I know that he is such a good husband to my sister and a great dad to my nephew and niece and I thought he deserved to know the truth and gave her the ultimatum to either tell him or I will tell him myself. She agreed and a few days passed and I assumed she told him the truth and they were going through their thing but few days later I saw her at a cafe with the same guy giggling away.

After that at that exact moment I called my brother in law and told him the whole truth and apparently he confronted her the same day and was denying it for quite some time but eventually broke down and came clean. He told her to get out from the house and she has been living in our parent’s house for a week now.

Every relative of ours and our parents have been constantly messaging and calling me and telling me that I had no right to ruin my sister’s life like this. My sister when I went to my parents house freaked out on me calling me a sad loser for being single at 40 and probably having a crush on my brother in law ( WTF I don’t go for other people’s man especially not my sister) was the reason I ousted her.

Her husband have been taking it very badly and apparently have been drowning his sorrow, also he has filed for divorce and the kids also have been completely devastated, my niece even flew down from another state from her college to be with her father. The kids are completely siding with their father and seem to absolutely hate my sister now. My nephew even went to that friend’s house and fought.

This whole drama have been messing with my head and I’m contemplating if I was actually wrong to interfere in my sisters life like this and ruining a family.

P.S posting it from a throwaway account to dodge any more drama.

Hi all, this is one I’m really ashamed of but I’ve struggled with my drinking for a while and I was finally making some real progress by having a good 6 weeks sober.

When I used to drink, I would (as me and my partner are open) seek validation from others. I would send nudes, seek thrills and I’ve sadly ruined a lot of friendships because of it by sleeping with other peoples partners and genuinely just having no regard when I’m drunk for peoples feelings - or at least, not as much when sober. So I decided to get sober and I really did start to make changes.

I had a bad relapse where we went out for a drink despite my sober streak and when we came back, I’m ashamed to say I peep’d at her mums window when she was changing. Luckily I didn’t see anything and it was only for 20 seconds (still bad and not an excuse). At the time it was for the thrill of doing something I shouldn’t. I don’t even find her attractive.

I’m sick to my stomach now I’m sober and I’m wondering.

Do I tell her?
I want to because I want to be honest but I don’t want to because I don’t want to cause unnecessary hurt. I have booked therapy as a result and I really want to change this need to get higher and higher when a buzz happens. It’s back to being sober for me.

A few years back in secondary school Year 11 (Grade 10), I took someone’s AirPods and destroyed them because I hated them, and still do, although they aren’t in my life anymore.

I hated her because 17 months prior to the incident, she had said some very bad things about me to a lot of people and had made me out to be a bad person. She wanted my parents and family to hate me and wanted me isolated. She deserved everything I did to her.

I sat next to her in one of my classes, and she hated this. I would usually ignore her but I did enjoy making her feel sad, because of what she did to me. She would eventually not talk to me and she was clearly visibly upset and eventually got to move.

Her AirPods dropped on the floor (along with her keys). She picked up her keys but not the AirPods. So I reached underneath her chair and yoinked them. I held them in my hands firmly for a minute contemplating what to do. I then put them in my bag.

At break I went into the toilet and I tried to flush them but they wouldn’t flush. I had to scooped them out. So I stamped on them on the floor. One of them was flashing a blue light so I ripped the cabling inside it so it would flash no more. They were finished. I then put them in my pocket, put the case in the bin outside.

After school, as I left my classroom to go home, I saw her stood outside her looking anxious and concerned. She was with friends preparing to go to Nando’s (it’s a popular chicken restaurant in the UK, really good and affordable).

She was also checking her pockets and she was scared as fuck. I looked at her and continued walking. I never had friends to go to Nando’s with. School was shit.

I few months later, I saw her walking to school and as I walked past I asked her about her AirPods and if she got new ones which she did. She said that she thought she lost them. I never told her it was me and she’s a dumbass for not realising tbh.

I work at a mid size office, around 150 people. Two years ago the company switched vending machine vendors and my old buddy from high school, Danny, was hired by the new vendor to do repairs and restocking in our building. He was struggling with money at the time, just had a kid, and this contract was basically keeping his small repair business alive since we were his biggest client.

About six months in, the machine started running smoothly and stopped needing repairs. Danny mentioned to me over drinks that his visits to our building had dropped from twice a week to once a month, and that was hurting him financially because our contract was billed per visit.

So I started messing with it. Nothing crazy, just small stuff. I'd jam a coin return lever with a folded receipt, or push a snack halfway out so it gets stuck, or pour a little water near the coin slot so it stops reading bills properly. Every time I did it, someone would complain to facilities, facilities would call the vendor, and Danny would get sent out for a paid visit.

I've been doing this on and off for almost two years now. I usually do it once or twice a month, just enough to keep him getting called but not enough that people get suspicious it's always broken. A few coworkers have joked that the machine is cursed. One guy even brought it up in a meeting as a joke about our office's bad luck.

Danny has no idea I'm the reason he keeps getting called out. He thinks the machine is just old and finally dying. I've let him believe he's earning these visits through actual bad luck with a faulty machine, when really I'm the one keeping the money coming his way.

I don't feel great about wasting company money on repairs that weren't needed, and I definitely don't love that I've been lying to my friend for two years about why his business kept getting these small wins. But every time I think about stopping, I remember how stressed he was that year with the new baby, and I just can't bring myself to let the machine actually get fixed.

It started when i was 15, i had never been in an relationship at that point and my views on personal space and privacy were non-existent

for some background information, i discovered porn at a very young age. As time went on i always had to find something different and extreme to satisfy my impulses and that had no doubt fucked up my brain a lot.

fast forward to when i was 15, i was never bad looking but always had this sense of insecurity because of a condition i had since birth that made my smile look a bit weird. one day while i was working out at the gym in my building, i saw a beautiful girl sunbathing near the pool (there was a huge glass window pane thingy that connected the gym and swimming pool area) and it really aroused me. while she was applying sunscreen i took out my phone and took a few pictures of her from a weird angle and went about my day, (im not going to specify what i did with that image but u probably get it) after a while it became my kink and i collected about 200 images like these of different women in my hidden folder.

When i was 18 it finally hit me what a disgusting creep i was and i deleted every single one of those images. I feel like a POS whenever i reflect about that time in my life and it still haunts me to this day

I was doing a small job just to put a few extra dollars in my pocket for a party the other day. I was in an empty cafeteria, food and tables everywhere, and no cashier. I was on a 30 minute break and I wasn't about to go looking around or wait for someone to show up, so I just grabbed a burger, chips and a drink sat down and stuffed my face. Weirdly enough, just as I started throwing everything in the trash, someone finally showed up. I was told "whatever you had you need to pay for" I responded " I would've paid if you were here 25 minutes ago, but I'm already leaving and don't remember what I had but you can dig through the trash and tell me."

I then proceeded to just walk up the stairs and back across the street to the job I was doing for that day.

I'm 19, and my sisters are 29, 26 (fat) due to a recent breakup, 25, 22, 23, the rest idk, not so close.

I am 6,2 in height, tallest in my family.

I think she is 5,5.

My most favorite dialogue was, "Even if you get married, you will be divorced the next day," like that.

Or being mean.

You say it's siblings' love, but the problem is, I have crossed the line. I should not have ...... 29 (always cry in bathroom after fighting with me). I knew but still

One time, because of me, she lost a 4-year Snapchat streak, or I did chat with her classmates and her boyfriend, then told Dad, with that "I love you" voice message that I asked from her boyfriend, pretending to be her.

I kept playing on her face that message. (Dad was shouting).

I was very spoiled, tbh. My parents love me the most.

I remember I was always their first priority. If I asked for 2 things to eat, I would get them, but if my sister said the same, she would get only one. Dad's excuse was, "He is younger," and I acted like an asshole and kept bragging about that.

There are so many things.

Now I am working on being better.

How did I realize?

3 months ago, my 3-day-old girlfriend dumped me. Reason, you already know, I acted like an asshole.

But I am thankful to her (she made me what I am).

So, should I apologize or what? It would be awkward and random.

For the past 2 months, I didn't fight or anything.

One more point: I am super narcissistic. Never said sorry 😞. They just don't talk to me, and I act like a fucker, trying to talk like nothing happened, and the next day they just start talking to me like nothing happened. They are angels compare to my 3 day old gf

Basically in the past I had several attempts and my mom had found out abt one of them in 6th grade (im 16) and since then everytime we argue and i get really tired of it because we argue constantly i threaten her that im going to kill myself and i mean it while we’re arguing but then i regret it so much because i can see how hurt she is but i can’t fucking control my mouth and she only feels bad for me when I say it otherwise it seems like she doesn’t give a shit . And honestly I’m trying to improve that and stop telling her that because I’ve been thinking about it alot and I just feel so bad for her and that she has to deal with a daughter like me

im 19 and most of my hookups are one time or short flings. after they leave or fall asleep i take the used condom if there is one and hide it in a bag in my closet.

i dont even know when it started. the first time was by accident and i just didnt throw it away. now its become this secret collection. theres like 8 or 9 in there.

i know its gross and messed up and probably crosses a line. part of me feels disgusted every time i add another one but another part of me likes having them as private proof that it happened. nobody knows and i never plan on telling anyone.

i still do it even though i feel weird about it afterward.

This was a few months ago, I was heading to work and stopped for some things at a big chain pharmacy store, the store was open but had no staff anywhere to be seen, not even anyone smoking outside. I didn't think much of it and grabbed generic brand Mucinex, some snacks for breakfast, and an energy drink, all things that I really didn't want to go to work without. At this point there were a few other customers in the store as well. I got to the register to pay and still no staff anywhere. I figured they were short staffed or caught up in something and would show up in few minutes, so I waited for them. Ten minutes later, it was getting to the point where I was going to be late for work if I waited much longer, so I walked around the entire store looking for someone to ring me up, I am a pretty quiet and shy person but after I couldn't find anyone, I resorted to shouting "Hello, is there someone who can ring me up?" Multiple times. Still nothing. I put my stuff down on the counter and was about to leave, pissed that i wasn't going to have what I needed for the day because the employees weren't doing their job. Then I got the idea to just take the stuff. I checked that the other customers couldn't see me, then just walked out with the items and drove off to work. I don't normally ever lift or encourage it but I was so frustrated with it all at that store, it wasn't right but I still don't really feel bad about it for some reason.

I am married and i have a 20 year old son , the thing is my wife been fighting with cancer and i was just . But I deleted it now everything is now fine so happy ending , but i watched the whole thing

I don't even what the fuck was i thinking ,so maybe

I am done, i don’t even want to talk about it just

Simple mistake

And don't say ask for forgiveness my life will be over

I am very nice guy , i did first mistake in my life

I know you will just curse me but believe me i was controled by devil

Now i feel good 👍 🙃

For the last year or so I have been doing some legally questionable things in order to pay for my moms treatment. It’s not the path I wanted to go down and honestly it makes me feel so lonely being part of it.

The people I’m around, they’re not the people I want to be like. I just don’t have any other options. I can’t afford to pay for her treatment from any other kind of work. She doesn’t qualify for any aid.

I feel bad everyday as I’m helping my mom by potentially harming others. I just don’t know what to do.