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I’m so anxious about the London and Egypt situation right now,I’m not even near the areas but idk
What do you think... is it ok to lie to a person that is dying? That is a question I get to ask myself over and over again for the last 3 years. My Dad was very sick. I do not want to say too much about it to protect my identity, but after his diagnosis, we knew that he did not have much time left. He needed a kidney transplant and he needed one fast.
My sister and I immediately went to the doctors to see if we were a match and could save his life by giving him one of our kidneys.
I remember that my sister's appointment was on a Tuesday, mine was following the next day on Wednesday.
Here comes the horrible part... I never went to my appointment. I was drinking and partying the night before and overslept. It was such a terrible, horrible and terrifying time and I used to get my mind off things by doing a lot of wrong stuff with a lot of wrong people.
I woke up in a haze on Thursday afternoon to a frantic phone call from my sister telling me that she was no match. She was crying hysterically and beyond reasoning. I still remember that moment. I could have said that I forgot my appointment and that I would make another one. But a lot of other stuff happened before (I do not want to talk about it in detail), that I was ashamed to admit it. In this moment, I was certain, if my sister was not a match, I would not be one either.
So, I lied. I said I WAS at the appointment and that I also was not able to donate.
In that moment I really believed that the universe would not be so sadistic and evil as to let my kind and good father die because of his terrible excuse of a daughter.
Well, he lived for 3 more months. They were not able to find a match or a donor in time. And I will never know if I could have saved his life.
i just found out the guy i (19f) was crushing on is a lot younger than i thought he was (hes 15). now i feel kinda gross. bluh.
I think if I could I would trade my daughter for another child. My daughter is disabled, not mentally, but she's in a wheelchair and she can only use her left arm which means so always needs help with everything. It's kinda stressful and exhausting to be there for her 24/7.
I sometimes wish my child would be normal like every other child. She needs help in the morning to get out of bed because she cannot get up herself. She needs help in the bathroom, on the toilet. She needs someone to prepare her food. She needs someone to drive her to school. I have to pick her up after school, I have to help her do her homework..... the list goes on and on and on...I just want to have my normal life back. I couldn't sleep in in over 10 years!!! I confess that I sometimes wish my daughter wasn't born
I did something horrible. There's this website and there you are able to fake text-messages and stuff, so like pretending to be someone else.
I sent nasty messages to my ex boyfriend. He cheated on me with another girl several months ago and since then, those two are inseperable, they love each other so much, I could throw up...
So back to the story, I wrote him some sms, pretending to be his girlfriend. He now thinks she broke up with him and no one has heard of him since (this happened 2 days ago).
He had some problems with alcohol and drugs before and I now fear that he's drinking and smoking again.
I confess I am a jealous bitch.
3 days ago, I came home from work, it was already really late, to find my wife crying in our bedroom.
After sobbing, crying and screaming she confessed to me that she doesn't know who of our twin daughters is who.
She accidentally mixed them up and can't tell them apart now.
I got to their room, convincing my crying wife that I can tell her who is who. So, in their room, we stood beneath their cribs and my heart skipped a beat, I neither couldn't tell who was Amy and who was Leyla.
I lied to her and said the left one is Amy. I'm not sure. It could be that who I said was Amy, is in truth Leyla...
What should I do? Should I tell my wife? Or should I keep quiet?
I'm an asshole and I hate myself. I drink too much, I smoke too much, I spend too much money on unnecessary things. It's horrible. I hate myself.
I think the only thing that kept me from doing something very violent was that my cousin\brother was right there and he's seen his mom be beaten enough already.
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