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I confessed on this site and now want to delete it... I regret it so much
A few months ago I accidentally ran over our cat leaving the house. I didn’t have the heart to tell my wife so I lied and I’ve felt terrible since.
#embarrassed #regret #grief #cat #wife #family #coward #confession #secret
I think I'm still in love with my ex. I think about her all the time STILL. We haven't been together for 3 years now, but I still know she is "the one" for me. It's torture, we don't talk or interact at all, she could be dead for all I know (she's not, but still), but I want to be with her so fucking bad.
I've never felt this way with anyone else before. It's crazy. I hate it.
#relationships #love #pain #regret
I just realized that I made a big mistake in life. I am female, 19 years old and I think I completely destroyed my whole future...
Couple of months before I graduated from high school, I met a guy in the café I worked at. She were chatting a bit, making small talk mostly, but I really liked the attention a stranger was giving me. I really liked looking at him, he was (still is) a very attractive guy although a bit older. He is 43, has no children and is divorced. I was 17 years old when we exchanged numbers.
I was not worried about his age. We started texting, he called me every night and we talked for hours about everything and anything. We started going out and I fell in love with him quite quickly. And so did he. Everything felt right. He was a real gentleman - corteous, generous and so so attractive.
So now, after my graduation, we are newly married. All of my friends and family told me not to commit to him and not to get married, but I did not listen to them. I was in love. So, I broke off contact to those people who tried to talk me out of it.
I wanted to go to university after high school, get a diploma, travel the world, live in my own apartment. But I moved out of my parents' house, right in with my husband.
Well, I kinda feel totally unprepared for this life as a wife and an adult. (I mean, a wife, at 19!!). I still feel like a child most of the time and I feel inexperienced. I think that is what my husband likes best about me.
Now that the honeymoon phase is over I realized that we have nothing in common. We are living different lives, we are from different times. We do not share any common interests. And he does not want me to go to university or start a job, as he said I should care for our home and be there for our future children. He's already planned having children in the next few years, without talking to me about it.
He is some big shot at the police force, so he earns a lot of money. That is not a problem.
And I can be myself when I am around him, 100 %. And I do love him, but he kind of treats me like a child sometimes.
My family does not want to hear about my concerns any longer, as they say they told me from the beginning. Now I am all alone, with no friends or any social contacts and I know I've driven myself into a corner.
I confess that I am here, bawling my eyes out, listening to sad music, realizing that I have no way out.
#husband #older #married #young #regret #parents #children #life #sad #unhappy
I'm 53, male, and married now for nearly 30 years. No children.
I grew up in a strict religious home. Sex was reserved for married people and I still believe this to this day. I had in my teens what I would consider with my limited experience, a normal libido. Erections with the slightest stimulation: vibration of the school bus, brushing up against a girl, bikini clad tv characters, and all manner of stimulus, and I would have a raging hardon. By 13 or 14, I can't remember, I started masturbating in the shower initially. It gradually increased in frequency all through my teens and early 20s until I finally got married at 23. We were both virgins and very naive. I knew before I married my wife that she had been physically and emotionally abused by her step father who, by the way, was only 12 years older than her. He never raped her, but fondled her breasts and made advances towards her. He even bored a hole through the bathroom wall to spy on her and her sisters. When they discovered the peep hole, they plugged it as best they could and told their mother, but if fell on deaf ears. She couldn't believe he would do such a thing. He did worse to the other 2 girls than my wife, but apparently she was affected more than her sisters.
After we were married for a year, what little sex there was in the marriage ended abruptly. Penetration became painful for her and after many doctors visits, the diagnosis was vulvar vestibulitis. We tried all manner of "cures" for years. Spent thousands of dollars on attempts to "fix" her problems. To no avail. I gradually returned to my old habits and eventually added porn to the addiction. Work, public restrooms, driving down the road in my car, were all opportunities to jackoff. She didn't work much, just the odd part-time job here and there, so I had little to no time at home alone, so I masturbated whenever I had the opportunity.
Over the years, I had a couple opportunities to be unfaithful with other women. About 5 years into our marriage my wife was out of town for about 3 months taking care of her grandfather. Her younger sister and her daughter were moving across several states. Their route took them through our area, so they decided to stop at my house and stay the night before continuing their move. My grandmother lived next door to me, so I stayed with her while my sister-in-law and her daughter stayed at my house. This was all with my wife's knowledge. I had the perfect opportunity to have sex with her and no one would have known. After she left, I masturbated what felt like non-stop for days thinking of her. She has the best looking ass of the 3 sisters. She's also the only physically fit of the 3. How I wanted to fuck the hell out of her before she left. As she was backing out of the drive to leave, I noticed she left something in the bedroom. Some piece of clothing or something. I ran outside and flagged her down. When I handed her the object, whatever it was, she had a somewhat puzzled look on her face. Did she want me to invite her back inside? I don't know, but I had my suspicions. She told my wife years later that I was a better man than my wife knew. We both looked at each other and had that look of acknowledgement. During the same time period, my aunt, who lived across the road from me took in a renter. She was gorgeous! Auburn hair, killer body, beautiful face and wild as they come. I never made a move. Next came my wife's best friend. This was the closest I ever came to cheating physically. She moved in with us, but we were very careful about never being together without my wife around. I came home once to find my wife gone and her friend was laying out in the sun right outside my bedroom window. I watched her from the window and jacked off, more than once, don't remember. To this day, I still think she chose that spot intentionally to tease me. She fained a muscle cramp once to try to get me to give her a massage. I resisted. I watched her drive out of our driveway when she left later that same day only to see here angrily cussing and shaking her head. She eventually got married and moved out. I traveled for work for about a decade. Never took advantage of the opportunity. Always looking, but never touched another woman. I just never got up the courage to cross the line.
When my wife turned 43, a "miracle" happened. Her pain went away and we enjoyed about 5 years of what I believe was a normal sex life. We had intercourse 3 or 4 sometimes more times a week. Then just as quickly as it came, it went away. The pain was back and then she had a nervous breakdown. Can't work, won't leave the house except for doctors visits, sits on the couch and watches tv and plays video games. She's 52.
Should I have left 25 years ago? Sometimes I think so. I went right back to jacking off and the porn obsession has gotten worse. It takes more and more deviant videos to get me off. How I wish I could go back in time. Would I still marry this woman? I really don't know. I just feel worthless, angry, frustrated, and hopeless. I feel as though my life has been a waste as far as my marriage goes. Neither one of us is happy, but it's not for lack of trying. I hope one day this all ends up being worthwhile.
#frustrated #horney #regret #guilty #conscience #sisterinlaw #bestfriend
My hubby got in an accident and was in the hospital in surgery and my landlord came to my bedroom and asked to come in he said if I did not fuck him he would kick me and my husband out and I did not want to have my hubby homeless and recovering from the accident he could not walk so I fucked him and I regret it.
I LOVE to annoy little kids until they cry
I don't have any regrets about it, it's just great
i cheated on my emotionally abusive partner when we were together before. and although he hurt me a lot and scarred me, i shouldn’t have done that. i should have just left, but i was so attached, that finding someone else was what i believed would help me leave him. still, im not proud of what i did at all. we would often break up on and off, and during those off times i would find someone else. then get back to him, and acted like nothing happened. but even once when we were still technically together, i was speaking to guys. in my heart at that point, i already knew we weren’t going to be together for long, but instead of breaking up to see other guys i did it behind his back. i ended up being just as toxic as him. the worst thing is that i didn’t feel that bad in the moment, it felt like i was allowed to, because of the shit he did to me. in my heart i felt like i was already single, because he never truly understood me. but still, i broke one of my values and i never thought i would have. i hope that doesn’t make me a cheater forever. i know in my heart that i wouldn’t do that to someone who truly treasured me. either way, i am sorry. please forgive me.
#lie #cheated #regret #selfishness #hypocrisy
i hate having a bf. i miss being single and flirting w whoever i want. i never want to do any of the couple-y things w him and I'm just not as interested anymore. idk what to do tho bc he has a history of depression and I think breaking up would really mess him up. advice?
#regret #boyfriend #help #advice #depression
One time I stole a video game from a friend and blamed it on another friend. He still doesnt know.
I accidentally got my high school girlfriend pregnant.
She was 15 and I was 16. We were both into the drug culture of our high school and were very commonly having unprotected sex.
I have been an uncle since the age of 3 and have had a job since I was 14. I wasn't affraid of having a child. My mother was angry, but supportive. At 16, I was ready to become a dad.
The day had come when my girlfriend would have our baby girl. I was very excited. Her parents and the rest of family blocked me from the hospital. I was told our child didn't make it.
Jump ahead 35 years and I find out through an anonymous letter. My daughter is a live and well. She is living on Long Island. She thinks I am the one that is dead.
Now I have now decide whether to tell her I am alive or make believe she doesn't exist.
At my new job I met Kristine and crushed on her immediately. It was obvious she was straight, but after talking with her I realized she was inexperienced with either sex. I asked her to join me at a party, I kissed her on the mouth and she didn't pull back. I took her to my apartment, undressed with her and made love to her and brought her to orgasm. The next day she was very withdrawn, upset and wanted to go home. She hasn't spoken to me, I'm more crushed than ever and don't know what to do.
A hackers love confession
In my late teens I use to investigate seedy websites and report information to authorities (thinking I would make a difference) and post the sites on pastebin for others to try and destroy. Along this journey I came across a clear net site dedicated to pictures of young teens and underage girls. (honeypot? Probably) On this site was a group of girls from my high school, some of which i personally knew. Being the coward whilst always being a protector, never had the courage to tell these girls someone they knew where posting there private photo's for scumbags to jerk off too. (I hope it wasn't you Seskus!)
Years went by and my karma returned. Now in my early 20's and looking for love, I jumped on some dating apps. It was only a few days after I signed up that she messaged me, 'Hi :)". It was one of the girls in the numerous photographs I had seen in those years previously. I replied back, "Hey, how are you?". As messages were sent back and fourth, we agreed to meet up. I thought maybe this was a universal sign asking me to protect her, a second chance to let her know. Weeks went by and we had become pretty close. She knew I was into IT and computers, and I would drop hints as to what I use to do and the evil i'd seen. I broke down to her sobbing one night trying to explain the evils I had encountered. She could never understand why I would get so emotional, thinking I was just too much. Though how do you tell someone your falling for that someone they use to know did them evil? That you know someone manipulated her like that without her having and knowledge of it? I did almost everything I could to let her know, but on the other hand, I thought ignorance is bliss, especially for something like that.
We were together for about half a year (not a long time). I truly loved her though and would of done anything to protect her. But the thought of me knowing the past like i did haunted me. No matter how hard I tried to get that off my chest, it burden the relationship to the point that it ruined everything we shared. The end conclusion was she thought I was a emotional mess and too secretive and I decided to end it out of fear. (The worst mistake I've made). I never did tell her the truth.
Now months have passed, she's with someone else and I have the everlasting weight of guilt on my shoulders
If for some reason you ever see this. Know that i'm truly sorry for not being completely honest with you. All I was trying to do in the end was protect you. You were the SUN to my MOON
When I was in the last months of school, I spoke to my local priest about wanting to join the priesthood myself. I found another path in life but I do regret not at least making further progress with this. I don’t have many regrets in life but I believe I would have made a good priest. I am sure that this is what I should have done with my life and I often think how things would have turned out if I had thought about the commitment and actually done the right thing and gone ahead with the process to allow me to join the seminary.
There is no doubt that life would have been very different if I had had the courage and gumption to believe in myself and I would have been a priest for most of my life by now.
To be able to take a REAL part in the sacraments would have been a joy to me that I know I could never equal or surpass come to that.
I have watched Holy Mass on line, and to be in that position where I am the priest creating the body and blood of Christ.
I feel proud to think that I could have been in that position where I could have made a real difference to not only my life but to others as well.
I pray for guidance, and I would never have seen my decision to be a priest as a sacrifice, more one of the need to find fulfilment and to engage with God in a satisfying and very personal way.
It seems strange, but I feel envious of people who really find what they want to do with their life.
But I feel God’s love in my life, and I fervently and wholeheartedly believe that I should have had the honesty to answer His call, as I feel such serenity and peace in my heart.
But we all have to make choices in life.
I have to confess something. Few weeks ago after partying the whole night, I got home dead drunk and simply went to bed without taking my shoes or clothes off.
When I woke up the next morning (or actually late afternoon) I had to notice that I wet my bed in my drunken stupor.
What a stressful morning (well... afternoon)! The party was fucking awesome, I had lots of fun. Well, I checked my mattress and there it was - a huge stain... My sister wasn't home, so I simply switched mattresses.
Couple a days ago my sister bought herself a new bed + mattress. You should have seen my parents' disgusted faces when they carried out the old mattress.
I do not regret anything. Cheers!
PS: I just came up with the best pun ever. That night I was pissed as hell. Ahahaha
#drunk #pissed #mattress #sister #noregret #alcohol #urine #confession
I had a PayPal set up with my parents card on it I spent their money here and there but over the course of a couple months it added up to $1500 I feel Aweful and hate myself for it I want to tell but I dont want them to hate me for what I have done this weighs on me and makes me feel like the dumbest and most greedy scum ever I hate myself for this and always will
I have a secret that no one knows not even my best friends. So I’m a 27 year old female but when I was 17 I used to message female inmates. It was just a fun thing I did and I really got into it. Sexual conversations would come up and in my head I didn’t think they’d get out or I’d see them so I would just entertain them. I was straight but in a weird experimental phase at this time. One girl I talked to the most was named Ashley but she wanted to be called Ben. She was 34, heavier set, tattooed all over. She went to jail for assault and burglary. I used to tease her and send her pictures of me in bikinis. One day she said she was getting out and I had to meet her. I didn’t want to but she threatened me and said she knew where I lived. I met with her at a nasty apartment in Bakersfield. She was all over me. Kissing, lip biting, then of course sex. She made me do things to her and I’m she did things to me. I told her I was underage and she laughed and said I was grown enough. It was an all night thing of just sexual stuff. Before she let me leave she made me give her all the money I had which was 180 dollars. She said she used me and just wanted have sex with a clean girl when she got out. I haven’t seen or heard from her since. No one in my life knows.
#sex #secret #jail #regret #comment #lesbain #inmate #true #story
Yes, i have waited long enough to confess what i have done in the past, i feel like just can't stomach it anymore. The sins, the misdeeds and wrong doings that i have committed can not be expressed in words......
I have done those horrible and terrifying things for all the wrong reasons. From voyeurism,eroticism,frotteurism, stalking,self indulgence, excessive masturbation, child abuse, abusing myself,destroying my career, being a sadistic faggot, greatest sinner,being an asshole of the grandest kind, an unemployed jerk to not being a dependable son, brother or lover.....you name it and i write it.................
I feel like if could commit suicide by consuming poison or jumping off a 10 storied building or laying on a railway track or just setting myself on fire, or reporting my horrible pathetic crimes to the nearest police station or just cutting my body parts(hands, fingers, piercing my eyes and or cutting my legs)........ i have thought about everything.... i want to be punished for what i have done.. but i couldn't ...cause no matter how hard i try to punish myself i think of my godlike brother and mother and my family... i am really lucky to have a family like this. I guess they need not bear the burnt for the the sins that i have committed. But i needed to confess my dangerous and horrible sins to somebody and somewhere... had i decided to go ahead and confess my countless sins in public then my brother and mother would be hurt, they will be insulted and will no longer be able to go out in public, what i have done is what i will suffer from, they don't even know about all these things and they need not know cause they are very good, honest, godlike, understanding,caring and responsible persons....and i don't have any right to ruin their image and hurt them.... i am still suffering and maybe i will suffer for the rest of life for what i have done...i have been suffering for the last 10 years, i don't have any friends left, i am unemployed for the past 6 years, my girlfriend left me because i was a complete jerk to her, i really loved her, but now she is gone. I wish i could die or just end my life, i just don't want to experience pain anymore.... i am sick and tired of being afraid and miserable....i am isolated.. nobody misses me or wants me or loves me except for my parents and brothers.. i really thank god for giving me such wonderful brothers and parents....but i think i don't deserve them. I just want be good, responsible,dependable,caring, loving,honest.... i just wanna stop lying to myself and the world.... i just want to perform my responsibilities towards my family and the society... i just want another chance with my girlfriend and make everything alright... cause i still love her very much and want her back in my life..... i wish i could personally apologize to all the men and women whom i have hurt and mistreated and committed sins to... but they are not around... oh almighty lord, god...hey BABA LOKENATH please forgive me of all my sins and give me one last chance to rectify myself,to purify my soul, to love and like again, give me another chance to make my parents happy,make them smile and go all those worries about me go away and make them believe in me and make me a dependable son of them and a dependable brother.....please please please forgive me for what i have done... to all those whom i have committed terrible sins to....i unconditionally, on my my knees apologize to you all and beg for your forgiveness....please forgive me..............
I cheated on my boyfriend once. We have been together for seven years. It hurts me to think about it, but one more time, I ask for forgiveness and to forget it from my mind forever.
I barely knew the guy. I was 18 and I had only ever had sex with my boyfriend. I began feeling like I was missing out, that maybe I wanted to try with someone else once. I regret it. I pretend it never happened. My boyfriend started to make me dinner. I told him I was going out for a little while to get away and think. I met the guy. I didn't actually plan on going home with him, but when he showed up, he was really nice and we got along well. My boyfriend texted me a picture of the dinner he made and told me it was ready and asked if I was coming home.
I curse at myself for not going straight home. If I could rewind, I would have never left that day, I would have never contacted that guy, and I would have stayed home with my boyfriend and ate the dinner he made me.
The guy told me he would never make me do anything I didn't want to do. But I went with him anyway. I told myself I would just hang out for a little while. It had been three hours and I was debating in my head if I would do it or not. I told myself that I was already there and that I should just get it over with so I could have that experience and so I could find out if I really wanted to be with my boyfriend. I ended up having sex with the guy and by the time it was over it was past midnight. I did not even really enjoy it. The guy asked if I wanted to stay over, but he said that the only thing was that he would have to wake up early the next morning for something he had to do. I said no and he drove me home, and thank god he did!
When he was driving me home we passed by my house and I saw my boyfriend waiting outside, staring at his phone. I looked at my phone and realized that he had sent me a whole bunch of messages and calls, my mom, brother, and dad had called. I told the guy to drop me off a block away from my house and I went home.
When my boyfriend saw me walking around the corner, I could tell he had been crying. He started crying again. It broke me into a million pieces to see him that way. He was shaken and he was worried. He was so happy to see me home. He told me that he had called my mom and dad and everyone we knew, he had even called the cops. I noticed that he had not even touched the dinner that he made me, it sat cold on the stove. It hurt even more. The cops came by to ask if everything was okay and i was forced to call my mom and dad who were states away and tell them everything was okay. They had been ready to come pick me up.
At first I told my boyfriend that I had met some friends in town and that they had wanted to hang out and my phone was on silent. (that story is mainly for my family) but I ended up telling him about the guy because he had gone through my messages and saw pictures of him. I told him it was just a friend I had met and that he was gay, because he really did seem to be gay. He had been a male model but he wasn't gay. He just looked like it.
Unfortunately it didn't stop there, it happened once more when my boyfriend had gotten mad because I didn't want him to meet the guy. It lasted maybe three to five minutes so I regretted that even more. We ended up moving back to my home state of New Jersey because our jobs had failed. Once back in our home state, things got better. We should have never left. It was almost as if it never happened. But I started thinking about it again and I was sad. My boyfriend would comfort me without knowing what was really wrong.
I thought maybe he didn't know. So tonight, I told him I don't like to think about that time. And he kind of understood. It was like an unspoken agreement. I told him I loved him so much and I would never ever hurt him like that. He trusts me a lot. And I brought up that incident and I couldn't believe my ears at what he said.
I knew that he had done something similar in the beginning of our relationship and he was so guilty he cried for hours and he stopped talking to any other girls and wouldn't even go near them. That is how I am now but with all the guys.
He told me that sometimes he thinks about that time away from our home in New Jersey and that he wonders if anything did happen with me and that guy, but he told me that whenever he thinks about that time, he knew that even if anything DID happen between me and that guy, he reminds himself that I had come home to HIM and I have never gone out again. He trusts me even more now that I have gotten it out of my system and I know deep in my heart that I would never do anything like that again. If I ever think about having sex with anyone other than my boyfriend, it disgusts me. I love him so much and we plan on getting married.
I am happy once again. Other girls may be debating on doing this (please don't make this mistake if you truly love the guy you're with, but then again sometimes you have to know for sure. All I ask is that you never cheat on your husband. Because you have already made that permanent commitment.), and other girls may look at this and call me a slut. I don't care, I know who I am and what kind of person I am. I am a good person who truly had a lapse during that time and I truly know that I fucked up. I know that I will never do it again. My boyfriend and I want to get married. Some people may scoff at that, but again, I couldn't care less. Fuck 'em I say. He is happy with me and trusts me completely and I am happy with him and trust him completely. For those people who think I will probably do it again, I will prove you wrong. In fact, you already are wrong.
I am so smart I know I am, I'm very good at memorisation but I never do my homework or pitch in in group activities at school and with my exams coming up I should be studying but im not I'm just spending all day eating, watching YouTube and now my grades are really starting to suffer and regret doing nothing about it
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