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When my grandfather died, I was so angry with him that I refused to go to his funeral.
Even now, 2 years later, I regret that I didn't take the chance to say goodbye to him one last time.
Back when I was a little girl (5 yr old) I was at church and me and my friend lucy were at the back of the church where no one was and we played house and we pretended to be cats but then we started playing as husband and wife I was the husband and she was the wife and we kissed just a peck and we heard someone coming so we hid under a table and we giggled and this is where it got sexual we looked at eachother and we slowley moved in to kiss eachother and we kissed there and we kissed roughly and we used tongue too she now goes to my school and we never mention this to anyone I get uncomfortable and awkward around her but I have a boyfriend now
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 like spanking my daughters way too much. Depending on my mood they either get spanked in their underwear or bare bottom. I know its wrong and I try and fight it but sometimes I make up reasons to punish them. My wife knows it turns me on. I know one day she will use it against me.
I’m not happy with my life and if I change the thing that’s making me unhappy everything will collapse because everything is based on it.
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
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
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.
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When I was younger I fostered two kittens and would do mean, mean things to them. Months later I would wonder why, and to this day I feel like crying when thinking about it. I don't know why I did it, but it was evil! I'm so sorry to those two kittens. They were adopted so I hope they're happy now.
I fear I've masturbated more times than I'll ever have sex and I deeply regret it.
#masturbation #sex #regret #fear
Im sorry I made you cry. I cant take back what took from you. I knew it was wrong I did it anyway. I'm so sorry.
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
When I was about 7 I would always peek my head out of my room and catch a glimpse of some sex on my dad's TV show. Of course it didn't really show it but I knew what they were doing and I told my sister let's try it out. So we built a little fort out of blankets from bed to bed and put pillows as the doors and if we asked what we were doing we where "camping" but with my 7 year old boner in her, that "camping" was fucking in-tents. Joke aside after years of finding out that young sex (with your sister expecially) is very wrong I have felt like garbage the rest of my life. We forget it happened but I still remember it, yes I enjoyed it, it was sex, but so young and with my sister is what makes me sick. If you got a boner or jacked to this your sick cause it's not a joke. It was wrong and I regret everything of it. I feel like one day someone is gonna find out when I'm like 20 and I'm gonna be charged with frickin statutory (I think) rape. And everyone will look at me like I murdered a nursery full of children. She never got pregnant (thank god for being too young) and no one EVER found out.
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 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
Yes, I have an addiction. I am addicted of feeling sorry for myself and always putting others first than myself. I know that I am not selfish but I think I need to put myself first. There are times that I am too kind to other people and they take it for granted. They spread gossips about me even if I am very kind to them. I even invited them in my house, not because to show them that we have money or gadgets. I invited them because I want them to know that I am comfortable being around them, and I want to know more things about them.
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
I've been with my boyfriend for four years...and I've been cheating on him for the last month or so...I feel so ashamed.
I read almost all of the confessions here and I am so angry with all the people who write they "don't regret" anything because they are lying! Of course they regret what they did! Otherwise they wouldn't post it here on this website!
When you are already confessing your sins, why can't you tell the truth and say that you're sorry? Is it really that hard?
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One time I stole a video game from a friend and blamed it on another friend. He still doesnt know.
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