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My boyfriend asked me to be his girlfriend on my birthday weekend. I am his first so he is still learning how to fuck me right. He is not my first. The day he left me (its a long distance relationship) was day 3 of us together. I literally kissed him at the airport ad went to go fuck a friend from high school. On our one month anniversary (he celebrated it) I was at a tinder matches' house fucking. He believes I'm a perfect girlfriend. The only problem is he is too nice. He doesn't spank me or fuck me anally. He is learning new moves (me telling him) but I miss the days where I could get anal and be dominated like I am used to. I'm a slut. I love fucking. Hell I even slept with my best friends boyfriend and hook ups. But the mediocre is horrible. God if only he could grow a pair and fuck me hard.
I lied to my job that I was vaccinated. I didn't want to get the vaccine because I didn't trust it. I heard many horror stories of severe adverse reactions and I was really afraid that it could happen to me. I paid for a fake vaccine card from a scammer online and showed it to my boss when asked to verify my status. When he questioned me, I lied to my boss and told him that it was real. He didn't believe me and reported me to upper management. When I came to my senses, I gave in and took the vaccine. Despite this, I am still in trouble for lying and comitting fraud. I am on the verge of losing my pension, insurance, my livelihood, and everything I've spent decades working hard for. Father God, please forgive me. 🙏
I use to be a delivery man and I meet this girl in the poor part of town. I never gave her my real name but we hooked up ever few months for about a year. A few months after one of our hook ups she texted me saying she was pregnant. I wasn't gonna deal with that. Got a new phone number and acted like I never saw it. A few years later I got couriious and looked her up on Facebook. Sure enough she was rasing our son. I facebook stalked for years. Finally around the time he was 10 then I had my life together I had partied. And I "accedsntly' ran into her at a dave n busters party she tagged herself as going to. Once I saw her I pulled her to the side and acted like I never knew what happened to her. She told me all about our son. We ended up getting into a relationship and getting married. She treats me like I saved them because being a low income single mother is hard. My confession is a do honestly feel bad for making her do it all on her own. But if I tell her now it's going to wreak the rest of our lives.....
I am living in sin for several months now. I have a long distance relationship with my boyfriend and we only see each other every couple of months. We've been together for over 10 years now and I am now 25 years old. We promised each other our virginity and wanted to save each ourselves for the other one. I am pretty sure that he will propose to me on Christmas, the next time we see each other.
My secret is that I've been seeing some else since summer. And that is not the worst part. The person I am seeing is also a woman.
I don't know how it happened, but we met on the bus, started to talk and it was just like BOOM! I've never felt anything like this before. I, of course, still love my boyfriend to death, but with this woman... I feel complete, I feel so happy I never thought I could feel.
We went out for drinks rather quickly and that was the same night we shared our first kiss. It was electric. It was magical.
I know now that I am totally and irrevocable in love with her.
But that is not all... She doesn't know anything about my boyfriend either.
We have to keep our relationship secret, because my family is very very very religious and they would never talk to me again if they found out.
And they of course wouldn't talk to me anymore if they only knew that I cheated on my boyfriend.
Why am I writing this now? Because yesterday... yesterday was the first time we had sex. I do not feel bad for the sex itself because it was rather spectacular and I am more than happy that I had my very first time with her. But I feel bad that I am living a life full of lies and that I betrayed and cheated on my boyfriend, best friend since middle school...
I don't know what to do know. I know, someday everything will unravel, but I just don't know what to do....
#betrayal #cheating #woman #boyfriend #inlove #love #sex #lesbian #confession #sin #lying #lie #family #religious
I am always sad and want nothing to do with my school friends or friends that I have made through cheer. I used to be the person who was always doing something and never wanted to be home. I was constantly surrounded by people and friends. Ever since I started high school, that has all changed. I lost all of my close friends and no I find myself playing with my pets and doing nothing but going to practice. Its sad because I want to be back to my super social life and have all my friends back but everyone seems to hate me. I have thought about killing myself due to the amount of mean comments and things being said about my by people I thought were my friends. I am most certainly depressed but I don't want to talk to my parents about it because they are very abusive.
My husband of 24 years (we are both in our mid 40's) requested that I get a tattoo above my vagina. I agreed if it was where my pubic hair would cover it most of the time except when I'm trimmed or shaved. He agreed and I agreed to have "Pussy" tattooed.
We went to the tattoo parlor and I reluctantly agreed to take my pants off in front of the guy (it was supposed to be a woman) and have it done. I had shaved and all was ready, They put a bandage over it, and when I was taking care of it I took off the bandage and it said, "Fuck my Pussy for Free". I am angry as hell and can't believe he lied to me and treated me like this. He tells me that he will get one on my butt telling everyone that I take it back there too.
I hate him for this. I'm too embarrassed to go to my doctor and have it removed once it's been long enough.
I lie about everything. I lie to my teachers, I lie to my friends, I lie to my family. I don't want them to know that I am not ok. I don't want them to worry. I don't want them to know that this is the worse I have ever been. I don't want them to know that I think about suicide everyday.
This is a really long story but it’ll try to make it short, last year I started dating this guys best friend, let’s call this guy brad. So brad started spreading rumors about me since me and my boyfriend started dating and he bullied me everyday and got other people to do it too, he’s sexually and physically assaulted me and now he goes to a different hs but he still continues to talk about me and it’s been reported to his school but nothing has been done. How
do I get him to stop? 😭
I don’t know if I have ever felt love. Well, I certainly haven’t felt romantic love, but I don’t know if I’ve felt platonic love. Family love. And I feel like a monster because of it.
I tell everyone “I love you” all the time because I’m so scared that I actually don’t. Every time those words leave my lips, all I can think is “Do I actually love them? How do I know if I’m feeling love? What if I don’t and I’m just lying to their faces?”. I don’t think I know what platonic love feels like and I hate it.
I want to feel it.
I NEED to feel it, because otherwise...
Because otherwise, I am telling my family the cruelest lie I could ever tell them and I think that it would break both mine and their hearts for them to find out.
I just want to know what’s wrong with me? Why can’t I feel it? There has to be something wrong with me, right?
Please help me...
I don't believe in anything related to a God or religion in general.
My Mom is a Christian and extremely strict. She hates me because I dont believe in this so called 'God' she praises and I get irritated every time she rants about it to me.
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.
#father #dying #donor #match #lying #lie #horrible #death #confession #ashamed
I am a 13 year old girl, Caucasian, 5'3 and I self harm. I have been feeling the urge to self harm lately, I've been clean of self harm for two months now but since Friday when these girls began to point out all of my flaws and laugh at me... I broke.
My family doesn't know about it and I still have my drawer of things I would use at my house: Razors, Needles, Pencil sharpeners and even fabric cutters.
If you're only on this website to make fun of people, just know that I could be someone you know. Be careful what you say to people
I would like to make amends and confess. It happened many years ago back in school and in retrospect I feel terrible about it.
There was this one kid in our year and he was kind of unpopular. Maybe not unpopular, but he ran in another circle of friends and was rather shy. So we made fun of him, but really harmless banter mostly.
One day we had this huge event at our school that took place in our gym. A lot of people came... I think round 3,000 people watching the festivites on the ranks around the gym, parents, teacher from other schools, principles,.. so many people....
My year and me had to take part in a rely race, so we had to get in a row and in front of me was that kid. He was a bit on the chubby side and really un-sporty. He wore very worn out pants and that is when I go the idea.
Just seconds before it was his turn to start running I pansed him. (I have no idea how that is spelled... well, I pulled his shorts down all the way). And I not only pulled down his shorts, but also his boxershorts underneath. As he was about to start running, he tripped BUTT NAKED and fell face first to the ground. He had a really small penis.
The whole gym, everyone!! was laughing and pointing. Some where even crying with laughter and I think some took pictures. He was the joke of the whole school for the rest of our time there.
Now I feel rather embarrased for what I have put him through.
#school #pants #sport #chubby #bullying #embarrassing #laughing
I constantly lie to my boyfriend about thinks I needn't lie about.
For instance about my condition, when I have headache, I'll tell him that I have stomachache as well.
Or when I forget something, I come up with ridiculous excuses. I even tell him wrong information when he asks me what I ate.
#lies #lying #constantly #secret #excuses #confession
This something my mother did, and told about recently. When I was really young she worked in a very nice department store. Almost every week she would bring home really nice things. Pretty embroidered shirts for me, but most of it was for her. Beauty creams, and imported black underthings, beautiful hosiery and nighties. Perfumes. I thought she was using the discount store employees receive. Well one night we were talking on the phone and she told me ALL OF IT was lifted. She and two other employees would stay and close things out for the day and all 3 of them would pinch things. She said most people took a little something here and there, but she and her 2 buddies were notorious. And they never got caught!
I am currently looking for a new job and I've had some interviews in the last few weeks. I lied in my CV and said that I can speak Suaheli fluently. It is such a rare language that I am certain no one will find out that I am not able to speak it, but it looks pretty impressive on the application.
Christmas is next week and I still do not have gifts for my family. The problem is, I told them that I already got amazing presents but I don't have a glue what to get them.. Why did I lie about it? God damn it!!!!
I bet they get me really great presents again and I probably will just get something from the drug store...
When I was younger (age 8-12) I lied. A lot. (I am now 15 and I don’t lie anymore, I just want to be myself)
I never really had any interests or did anything interested so I lied.
I always said things that I did with my “cousin” or said things that happened with him, I just lied so much about him because no one of my friends knew him. I even barely knew him.
Sad thing is, he was sick. He had cancer.
He was only 9 when it started and past away at the age 13. When he past away I kinda blamed myself.
Because I was always lying about him being sick and stuff, so this is the punishment I received for lying this much. He suffered and then my family suffered because of his death.
I knew it wasn’t my fault because it was a illness, no one could help him.
But till this day I kinda blame myself for it, I low-key know it is my fault and this is the punishment for it.
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