“I Could Go To Jail”: 50 People Share The Deepest Secrets They’ve Never Told A Soul
It’s not uncommon for people to keep little secrets from the ones they love: whether it’s a daring outfit they know would raise eyebrows or a secret date night they’d rather keep hush-hush. But sometimes, we all crave a safe space to spill the things we’d never say out loud, just to get them off our chest.
That’s why this viral Instagram thread is so captivating; it pulls those hidden confessions right into the spotlight. From deep identity secrets to hilarious confessions, people are bravely sharing the thoughts they’ve kept locked away. Some of these secrets will have you giggling, others might tug at your heartstrings, but all of them remind us just how complicated and beautifully human we really are.
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I left my husband the week our daughter was born. Everyone called me heartless.
But no one saw the bruises. Or how he threw things when I spoke. I left to save her. And myself.
Now we have peace. And pancakes on Sundays.
I would say maybe they should know, but it takes an immense toll to talk about it and the onus shouldn't be on the victim. Plus there are plenty of people who just don't want to know. My best friend was in an a*****e marriage and her second husband was the one who helped her get out. His parents refused to hear why she left him, because to them divorce was worse than abuse.
What an ignorant and s****y thing for you to say. Grow up.
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I helped my mom die. Cancer was eating her alive.
She begged me to stop the pain. One night, I gave her more morphine than usual.
She whispered "thank you" before falling asleep. I still hear it in my dreams.
Good for you,I'd want the same thing I watched my grandma suffer horribly when she was dying .. I'm sorry but I believe assisted *$u1side should be legal if you are termmily I'll at the end and suffering,no one should ever have to suffer like that
I agree (and am happy to live in a place that has legalised it). I think the list of conditions that can benefit should be expanded though.
Load More Replies...I think we have most comfort knowing our loved ones passed without pain than having them longer with us but suffering
My experience was with my MIL, dying from pancreatic cancer. No cure, no treatment would work..just die. My husband and I were with her to the end and the hospice nurse gave me the d***s and winked and said “give her as much as she wants”. I didn’t realize until my FIL died of Alzheimer’s and the hospice nurse gave him so little that I could have ended her suffering much earlier. Euthanasia should be a choice for the dying. I regret not giving Gladys her last dose, she wanted it and I was a fool. She was a beautiful person.
My dad was in a nursing facility. Eventually he pulled out his PICC line, indicating that he wanted no more treatment. Staff put him on a morphine drip. He was dead by morning.
We (rightly) condemn people who selfishly allow their pets to continue suffering rather than doing the right thing and having them euthanised, yet many societies force us to watch our human loved ones suffer when there are gentle and caring ways to end it. It makes no sense.
My parents passed away years ago. My wife and I bought a vintage rotary phone to display in our dining room. When my wife is away, sometimes I will dial my childhood home phone number and secretly hope my parents answer. Sometimes I’ll even talk and tell them about my life.
My son passed away a few months ago. I talk to his photo everyday. 😂
I used to send my Dad voice mail, just to hear his voice. One time, shortly before Christmas, I got a call from DAD. Damned near wrecked the car. This lovely woman named Linda had been assigned my Dad's old number. I explained the calls and she very kindly understood. We exchanged Christmas wishes for the following 8 years, until she sadly also passed away.
I talk to my mother every night. She died 10 years ago. I still miss her desperately.
(hugs ) I know exactly how you feel: I lost both my parents when I was a teenager.
You’ve probably heard the phrase, “The truth sets you free.” For many, though, it’s not always easy to share that truth, at least not openly. Sometimes, people need a safe place to let it out, even if it’s anonymously online.
Some of these folks might be waiting for the right moment to tell their loved ones, while others just need to get it off their chest for their own peace of mind. These posts prove how complicated and heavy it can be to really speak your heart. After all, secrets are often just truths waiting for a softer landing.
I’ve been taking care of my mother for five years now.
She thinks I’m her caregiver.
She has Alzheimer’s disease.
Every morning she tells me, “You’re so kind. My daughter would never take care of me like this.”
And every time, I just nod.
Then I go cry in the bathroom.
alzheimers is the most evil disease. the person dies quickly but we are still left caring for the shell they leave behind. it is not the same person we loved but it sure looks like them. if you've never cared for someone with alzheimers this wont make sense but if you have i hope it helps as its just an evil disease for everyone it affects, both by having it or caring for it.
It 💯 % makes perfect sense..my mother "died" a few years ago. I still visit her in the nursing home
Load More Replies...Big hugs to you Dog Mom. My father has it, it's destroying my mother but she won't let anyone else look after him. I keep hoping he just won't wake up, every day.
Load More Replies...My dad went downhill very quickly after a minor stroke which he successfully recovered from. It was only after extensive tests etc that his doctors told me he had dementia/Alzheimers. He never ever called me by my name again and never ever again said I love too like he always used to after I would say good bye dad, dad, I love you (our usual parting farewell. He one day just stopped and that hurt because he knew who I was because we spoke of other family stuff.
My dad's hit after his second stroke. Very hard on Mom especially waking up in the morning he never knows and can think he is in different places every day, well four that he really ever lived in. Has thought mom was his sister first thing in the morning. Luckily as of now it comes to him and me and my wife go over often and he recognizes us but we do picture reviews of the rest of the family.
Load More Replies...My husband was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Fortunately he still knew us at the end, having passed away from heart/lung issues. His tipping point was RSV. Get vaccinated, folks.
Alzheimer f***s you up. My boyfriends grandmother would get INCREDIBLY angry at his younger brother, like he committed a crime against her, even though they had a good relationship up until that point. She treated him like he was a terrorrist. It's not rational.
Load More Replies...my uncle was rhodes scholar, a known expert on shakespear, died not knowing his own name nor his wife's. my aunt, name due to this disease.
Kinda heartbreaking even though you know she's not aware of what she's saying 💔 😕
The pill failed. Ten months after giving birth, I found out I was pregnant again. But I was exhausted—physically, mentally, emotionally.
So I had a medical abortion. No one knew but my husband. He held me when the cramps started, and he held me tighter when I started bleeding on the bathroom floor.
It’s technically illegal where I live. I could go to jail. Our family and friends would disown and condemn us—especially me. I would be painted as the sinful woman who k**led her unborn baby.
So we grieved in silence, for a child we’ll never get to meet and hold.
You had to make an extremely difficult decision and it's wonderful that your Husband was with you all the way through
I was forced to have one at 16 by my aunt, the clinic even said you are a minor you have no choice , found out later. That was not true I did have a choice. Worst part was protesters were lined all around the clinic if went to throwing eggs at the people that walked into the clinic, I didn't even want to be there and I was called awful things
I'm sorry you had to go thru that. Shame on every adult and protester involved in hurting you.
Load More Replies...Another example of why primitive cultures need to broaden their minds. You didn't bring a child into the world that you couldn't care for and you quite possibly made sure that the child you did have still has a mother.
Many of this primitive cultures are 1st world countries :// And 3rd world usa.
Load More Replies...No one but you knows how you feel. No one can make that decision for you, although many states try to. You did what was right for your family.♥️
You made what was the best choice for you. The operative word is CHOICE!
I gave up my dog when I became homeless. We lived in my car together for three weeks. I skipped meals to feed her.
When the shelter said no pets, I kissed her nose, gave her to a foster family, and cried for hours. They send me pictures sometimes. She's okay.
I always wanted a dog, and now I'm thinking about to foster dogs for people who are homeless or have to undergo rehab. I'd get a dog to love and they don't lose theirs. Yes, I'd have to say goodbye to each dog - but I know it would return to the person it loves and who loves them.
You’d be saving the dog. I heard a dog fosterer who does insta reels say once (paraphrasing here cuz I cant remember the exact quote) that if dogs could communicate like humans and you told them they could either stay with you or go find a new family so you could save another dog that they’d choose the latter
Load More Replies...The person did right by their companion. Surprised we have yet to hear from the 'never rehome an animal' fanatics.
I work for a domestic abuse charity in the UK. A young woman (19/20) I supported had to put her beloved dog in foster care so she could get away from the abuse. They looked after him for her until she was able to move into accommodation where she was allowed to take him. I've never seen such a happy reunion. He was her best friend and her only source of support, but she had to get away from her a****r for both their sakes. (In the UK Dogs Trust and Cats Protection offer foster service for people leaving an a*****e relationship, with a view to reuniting when it's safe.)
Load More Replies...I nearly had to give up my first dog after I split with my ex, till my mother caved and said I could bring her when I moved home. she was afraid of dogs and shepherds especially. I cried thinking about it then,even without actually doing it
It's mentioned so often on this website that it begins to seem that homelessness is a likely, even expected episode in many people's lives in certain seemingly developed countries.
Here’s the thing: we all keep secrets. Seriously, almost everyone does it! A fascinating study led by Michael Slepian at Columbia University in 2017 found just how common secret-keeping really is. Researchers asked thousands of people about the things they hide.
The findings were clear: nearly everyone has a secret tucked away. And some of them are much more common than you’d think. It’s a reminder that behind every calm face might be a hidden storm or a quiet confession.
I sent a voice note of me screaming into the void…
To the wrong group chat.
My aunt replied, “Same.”
Now we’re closer than ever.
One day at work, something small made me cry.
I hid in the bathroom.
A coworker knocked, then slid a candy bar under the door.
He didn’t say anything.
And I’ve never forgotten how much that helped.
That coworker has an amazing mum and sisters who have nurtured his kind and gentle side 😊.
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I never wanted kids. But every family dinner turns into an interrogation. "You'll change your mind." "Who'll take care of you when you're old?"
I'm not broken. I just want a quiet life with dogs, books, and spontaneous travel. And that should be enough.
This is the right choice. Kids deserve to be born into a family that has a place in it for them.
And nobody should be having kids just so they can take care of them in their old age. What if you got dementia or become disabled do you have any idea how soul crushing it is and how much of their life they'll have to give up to care for you 24/7.
Load More Replies...IMO a large, large part of the world's problems stem from people who shouldn't have kids but have them anyway out of obligation.
Having kids is no guarantee to be looked after when you're old. Perhaps they fall in love with someone living on the other side of the world, or they need someone to look after them instead. Have kids if you want to, not because you expect something from them forty years from now.
Me, I'll take care of me. I don't want my child to think he's responsible for my life. If I'm unable to care for myself, put me out to pasture.
My ex-husband and I were married for eight years before we started talking about kids. I think our families had given up on us. My point is you need to be ready, willing and able to start a family. I know many couple who are happily child-free.
Those questions and comments tend to stop once you're in your mid to late 30s. 🙂
If the fam is composed of real a******s, they say things like so sad you wasted your life.... etc
Load More Replies...So what are we all hiding? According to the study, about 97% of us have at least one secret. The researchers identified 38 broad categories of secrets, but the top ones were spicy: romantic thoughts about someone other than a partner, secret sexual behaviors, and emotional infidelity were among the most common. It turns out the most personal stories are often the ones we bury the deepest.
I laughed so hard I peed.
At my own joke.
Alone.
In a library.
I used to have accidents, far longer than you would expect for a child. Always when I laughed too much, but now I wonder if it was also connected to my anxiety, holding things in too long so the sudden relaxation made it too difficult to hold for longer.
I gave up my baby at 19. She had red hair. I held her once. Just once. Signed the papers with shaking hands.
Every year on her birthday, I bake a cake. Just in case. No one knows.
That took maturity and self awareness to do such a difficult and painful thing.
Your god burdened her with an unwanted pregnancy through who know what circumstances. Leave that guy out. It was nice of her - or may be she had no choice. She didn't make a sacrifice for her well-being but against it, risking even death, especially if she lives in the USA.
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Every Monday, I wear the same sweater to work.
Nobody notices.
But it was my brother’s favorite.
He passed three years ago.
It still smells like him a little.
That’s enough.
I got a scarf from my grandmother wrapped in plastic. It's been a decade but it still has her smell
I still wear my Nanas' house coat. I don't know how many times I've re-sewn it but I refuse to get rid of it ❤️😊🙏
How funny. After my Dad passed away in 2014, I was helping my stepmom clean out "his" bathroom. I sprayed some of his cologne on a washcloth and kept it in a Ziploc bag. It wasn't until we were moving 8 years later that I was finally able to let it go. I'm sure someone shopping at Goodwill got a nice surprise.
I have my grandmother's scarf. She's been gone 43 years and I still swear I can smell her perfume on it.
Sometimes secrets aren’t about romance or scandal, they’re about survival. One study found that people who are sick with infectious illness often keep it under wraps to avoid being shunned. They fear being treated differently, left out, or judged harshly. So instead of telling the truth, they hide it away to protect themselves from isolation. Staying silent can sometimes feel safer than facing cold shoulders or whispers.
I found an old voicemail from my sister.
Just her laughing and saying “Call me back, dummy.”
She passed away in 2018.
I still haven’t deleted it.
I have a voicememo from my mom who passed away in 2022 from cancer, and it just says 'I'm going to wash my butt, gotta use a dang washcloth cause the shower is upstairs, but oh well, love you' lmao
There was a period during my childhood in the 1960s where my dad was away setting up a facility that he later worked in. He worked for an electronics company and so he had an early cassette recorder. Every week he filled a tape with thoughts, small talk, advice, and good wishes and mailed it home. He died suddenly just a few years later. Decades afterwards as sound became digitalized, my sister had the tapes turned into cds and then mp3 files. My dad has been gone for 60 years now, but we still have hours and hours of him to listen to.
My father passed away in 2020, I have a voicemail from him and my mother singing happy birthday.. every year, at my birthday I listen to his message again, and I cry a little...
Been there. I had a voicemail from my grandma wishing me a happy 21st birthday... She died 4 months later. And 5 years later when I got a new phone the voicemail didn't transfer over and I lost it.
Load More Replies...I have those same sorts of voicemails from my big sister. She passed last year and I miss her. everyday.
I wish I could hear my dad's voice again. I have several copies of his handwriting (mostly all the Christmas quizzes he wrote for the family) and my heart leaps a little every time I look at it, but it would be wonderful to really hear him.
This made me listen to the last vm from my aunt for the first time in at least a year. And now I'm crying at my desk. My God how I miss that woman so very much.
I'm 27. My boyfriend is 63. We met at a bookstore. He recommended a poetry collection.
Now we live together. People stare, call me a gold digger. But he's the only person who's ever made me feel understood. Let them talk. He makes me tea every morning and remembers how I like my toast. That's love.
As I always say, relationships between people of the same age can become a toxic nightmare, while relationship with age gaps that'd make the Internet Moral Police pass out can be wholesome, healthy and full of love. And books are a wonderful thing to bond over.
Yeah every relationship is different. They're both adults ao who cares about the age difference if it is a loving relationship.
Load More Replies...As long as you love and respect each other, treat each other well, that's all that matters.
If this had been posted by the man, this post would receive very different responses. I would guess that > 50% would tell him that he was an old creep. They may be right, and this person may be the older version of "he tells me that I'm mature for my age". Or, calling a 60 year old who is dating a 27 year old a "creep" is judgmental.
My dog ate my w**d brownie.
I panicked and called the vet.
He said, “She’ll be fine. Maybe just a little… groovy.”
She stared at the wall for 6 hours.
Now she’s afraid of Bob Marley songs.
The chocolate is way more dangerous. For that reason I'm surprised she didn't have seizures or something.
Maybe they were lucky and was it a combo of small brownie with large dog. But yes chocolate kills dogs faster than weed does
Load More Replies...My dog got a gummie. I thought he was having a stroke, but he just stuck his tongue out and stared off into space.
Groovy…I felt groovy in the 60’s. I can’t stop smiling at that comment from the vet. Glad doggo is okay. I always survived after being groovy😃
Fear of judgment is another big reason we zip our lips. Many of us worry that if we told the truth, people would look at us differently. Maybe they’d think less of us, pity us, or even gossip behind our backs.
So, we keep things buried, not because we want to lie, but because we fear what honesty might cost us in other people’s eyes. In a world obsessed with appearances, secrets can feel like tiny shields.
I called 911 because I thought I was having a heart attack.
Turns out I just had my first espresso.
They gave me water.
And judgment.
I don't know how else we're supposed to react to this one.
Load More Replies...I had esophageal spasms. They product the exact symptoms of a heart attack. Got an ambulance ride and all the tests. Finally the heart enzyme tests showed no heart attack. The cardiologist who was treating me told me that it wasn't unusual, in fact he said that he had been in the ER for a heart attack the year previous that also turned out to be esophageal spasm. Felt a lot better that a cardiologist couldn't tell, so why would I?
Been exactly where you were. They are awful, and scary because you never know, it could be a heart attack. My doctor told me to call 911 any time I have those symptoms. It's better to call and it not be a heart attack, he told me.
Load More Replies..."I need an ambulance. I think I'm having a heart attack." "Okay sir, we're dispatching one now. Meanwhile, can you tell me what you're experiencing?" "Sure... there's a strange electrical sensation in my whole body, things are moving kinda slow, and I can smell coffee." "Coffee?" "Yeah, like when you can smell toast before a stroke, but this is coffee for a heart attack." "Sir... that's not a thing. Have you changed your diet recently?" "Well I mean I made my first trip to Starbucks this morning and... oh..."
I'm a mom. I hate being a mom. I love my kid. But I miss silence. I miss sleeping in.
I miss not being touched all day. No one warns you that love can feel like drowning.
I'm there with OP, maybe not "hate" being a mom. But sometimes it's really too much, and I wish it was just me and my freedom to not care all the time. And I love my kid with all my heart.
Load More Replies...That is amazingly reassuring, I thought I was a terrible person x
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I worked for a huge travel company in late 1990’s. My dreadful/lazy boss told me to proof read the company Brochure Booking Conditions (her job, not mine). I added a made-up section about dress code for our 1 million passengers a year. “Any passenger wearing a lilac track suit, carrying gold or silver bags, ugly sandals, garish jewelly or with an obvious curly perm will be denied access to the flight”. She didn’t check my work and 6000 holiday brochures went to print. Ha ha.
Is this chaotic good? Not sure how that goes but I approve of your mischief.
Even with premium you can't talk to people on another site
Load More Replies...Not all secrets come from shame or guilt: sometimes they’re about staying humble or avoiding unnecessary fuss. Imagine getting into Harvard but wanting to keep it quiet until the degree is in your hands. Some people choose to avoid attention or praise until they feel it’s really “done.” It’s not about lying, it’s about staying focused and protecting their moment.
I was the perfect daughter. Now I have no idea who I am. Straight A's, clean room, polite smile.
I said "yes" to everything.
Now I'm 30 and can't make a single decision without panicking. I'm trying to unlearn obedience. It's harder than I thought.
Girl, I feel you. Go to therapy, I was the same and I nearly lost myself now in my late 30s. It helped so much.
Same here... I'm a 40 year old guy on the outside, and a little, frightened clueless kid on the inside
I was the yes child because my sister was the no child who always put up a fight. I started to take my life back in my 40's which was way too long. You need to cut the cord and set up boundaries. Guilt only works if you let it and they have taken advantage of you too many times for you to cave now. Being an adult has growing pains, but they are worth it when you realize you can do it alone and find a chosen family for support
Whenever possible, I try to joke with parents about the wild beasts that are teenagers. And I always add 2 things: 1. we were just like that and 2. they need to unlearn being children who always listen to us. It's part of the process. Happy to say that all my parent friends agree.
I really feel this. When I was in my first apartment, I called my parents for permission to order a pizza. My mom told me I didn't have to do that now because I was on my own, and I was honestly shaken. I didn't know how to live without someone telling me what to do or having to ask to do things. I'm in my 40's and still struggle with this.
I wonder how often your taken advantage of. Whether you know it or not you have "victim" stamped on your forehead. It's called a lack of ego strength.
Load More Replies...Go on a s**y European vacation. Drink wine, dance, meet new people, eat good food and find yourself!
Therapy and medication keep my.anxiety under control. Still, there are days....
My boss thinks I take afternoon walks for “mental wellness.”
I actually just go sit in my car, eat cookies, and watch cat videos until I feel like a person again.
I’ve been in and out of children’s psych wards for the past four years, and I just want to say that the worst part isn’t the lack of privacy, bullying from other patients or the staff, or the shame you often get with the mark of “crazy bit*h that was hospitalised.” It’s losing the friends you make there.
You see, most of the patients there are the most amazing people in the whole world and are usually there for having a treatable illness or addiction (talking about things like self-harm, s**cide attempts, eating disorders, etc.). The best part about it is that you could relate to each other because you usually experience similar things—and they don’t judge you.
But it’s a dangerously unstable circle of people. And since you all are traumatised in some way, it
sometimes leads to death. Yours or theirs.
I just need to say that it is NOT—nor should it be—normal having kids commit s**cide, often before the age of 15, because being dead is less terrifying than the hell they live in. It is not normal that kids, even as young as 10, die in the name of anorexia because they just need to have at least this amount of control over their lives.
And it should not be normal that you only learn about their passing through Insta stories of their siblings or Facebook status updates from their parents.
All I have in my head is a list of names becoming longer each year, a few memories that fade away over time, and infinite regret that I haven’t done more.
This is the part of the mental health care system that isn’t usually talked about—but it is necessary, unless we want more kids dying.
I know it feels like you maybe could've done something more, but you really didn't, couldn't. It was not your responsibility and you did all you could in the moment. I'm really sorry that you're going through this. Hold on, keep doing you & keep the hope as high as you can!
Awful. I’m just going to add on to this—- for people in Australia who need help with their mental health, unless you’re a júnkie having a manic episode or you’re just sitting in the ER carrying on like a díckhead because ‘YOU’Re in SOOOOO MUCH PAIN YOU’RE GOING TO DÍE!!!! But in reality it’s not your Centrelink pay week — government benefits so you’re just looking for free d***s and faking an illness or injury.. —- 😡 They have COMPLETELY CLOGGED UP ALLLLLL OF THE PSYCH WARDS AUSTRALIA WIDE!!! IN-PATIENT, impossible to get into if you’re NOT a junķie!
so if you’re NOT a júnkie and you GENUINELY need help with your mental health.. you’re better off going to your normal doctor and you have to SOMEHOW find a psychologist that will take you on.. as for finding a private PSYCHIATRIST… ahaha. GOOD LUCK WITH THAT TOO!! Since the whole ‘fad’ of people wanting to be ADHD/neurodivergent, private psychiatrists have been cashing in on that and who can blame them? 🤦♀️ it’s so hard to find help though.
Load More Replies...((((Big hugs)))) I'm so sorry for what you're going through. It needs to be talked about more. This world is horrible and I don't know how anyone is not "crazy" from it. Love and light to you and all the children dealing with the harsh world and need help not judgement.
Then there’s the idea of personal boundaries. Some secrets are simply a way to keep a piece of life private and under your own control. We all deserve a bit of personal space: things that belong just to us, no explanations needed. Sometimes, staying silent is less about deceit and more about drawing a healthy line in the sand. Privacy, in a noisy world, can feel like freedom.
I was a sugar baby. He was twice my age. Paid my tuition. Never asked for anything physical. We talked. Had dinners. He gave me confidence and stability when I had nothing.
He also broke my heart when he moved to Paris and stopped answering my calls.
Sounds like a pofoundly sad, lonely man despite having enough money to maintain a "sugar baby". That's the true meaning of "money can't buy happiness".
I mean... in this case technically it did. He wanted company and got it. Now how effectively it filled the void...
Load More Replies...He did a lot for you without asking anything in return. Still, it's hard to lose someone in that way.
If there was no sexual component to the realationship, it feels more like friendship/mentoring. I would not call her sugar baby. But what do I know.
Not all sugar relationships have a sèxual component
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My dog started sleeping by the front door after my son moved out.
He’s been gone a year.
I think the dog still hears his footsteps.
Sometimes I do, too.
After my dad passed away my parents' dog looked all over the house for him every day for about a year. He would go upstairs and sleep in my dad's old room, then he would wait by the door for a while, then he would go and sleep in my dad's old chair, then he would go and sleep at the top of the stairs. It was heartbreaking.
I moved back into my parents house due to financial difficulties in the early 2010s. My Lab, Methos, and father hit it off, often taking long walks together, and dad would toss a tennis ball in the living room all day long. Methos was devastated after my dad died. He would sit next to my dad's recliner, head in the seat for hours at a time. Watching a dog mourn is heartbreaking.
I thought my cat went missing.
I cried, posted flyers, knocked on neighbors’ doors.
She was in the dryer.
Sleeping.
Judging me.
My cat never went missing for more than an hour or two. One hot day she was gone for six hours I started walking round the neighbourhood, calling her name, running awful scenarios through me head, planning what to put on the posters. Got back and sat in the garden, worried sick. I thought I was imagining things, I could hear her purring. She was asleep at the bottom of a large potted plant!
This happened to me too; Kel was our biggest, oldest and fattest cat, he was a giant ginger tabby and loved attention and cuddles. We hadn't seen him for 3 days and were worried sick, he was discovered stuck inside a huge rolled up rug in my elderly neighbours house. She'd been hearing him meow but took 3 days to figure out where the sound was coming from. He lived to the grand age of 26!
We've found our dog upstairs on our bed, not coming when we call him, after being convinced he escaped the yard.
This made me snort laugh! Only because I've done something similar. 😁
I've been there... my glorious b@stard was in an empty spot on the shoe rack. In addition to judging me, I think he was laughing too. IMG_1866-6...ed2341.jpg
For others, secrecy can be about safety, especially when it comes to identity. Many people hide parts of who they are from family because they fear rejection or worse, being cut off entirely. It’s heartbreaking to imagine, but for some, secrecy is the only way they can feel protected while staying true to themselves behind closed doors. When your truth doesn’t feel safe, silence becomes survival.
I work in HR and once accidentally opened a complaint email about me.
It was accurate.
So I deleted it and started being nicer.
I don’t think they ever followed up.
My boss was stealing money from the company, and I found out — but I covered for her because we were really close. That lasted until she realized I couldn’t keep it up much longer… so she fired me. So I ratted on her.
I was in a new business arm for a M/N company and told a co-worker their planning skills were in more of less words less then adiquite. My boss was really one of the few that Is good with business and people rare type (still chat time to time), sorted out a oncomming HR frontal collision. It still happened anyway six months down the track for the same incident, behind bosses back. I was pushed out and lost my chance for promotion all my technical certifications and a plumb job at a multinational where i was a planner not a monkey wrencher. I deserved it. But the guy who's work was well below standard meaning I was making strides fixing his blunders with the customers..promoted to general manager now, married was buying a home last I heard. He worked from home that whole time. I serviced the Regional office and both sales locations. He delayed the business opening many months, prevented internal business function, prevented client aquisitions. I started the warrenty department the last day I was there. He was outsourcing retail. A year later I'm still unemployed single and lost my house been looking for a rental for 8 months. I saw that guy steal so much he used take multiple cars from our yards through the night signed into the tracking app in my name, brings gf down servo fill up their own car on company card and more. Now I'm 42 lost all my money and every worldly possesion I have, gaining weight phone never rings, family stopped talking to me, hair falling out first time, I feel unwell all the time because of the environment I live in now is filthy and person I share with is always sick. I dont recognise myself in the mirror now. I dont get depression either so my head is fine they are just long days now. 1200 job applications before i hit the rental crisis hampsterwheel. However i feel about fairness or proportionate, the facts are: 1 stupid mistake, 1 Word too far. Commen sense wont let me blame. I own this.
Don't apply for a job requiring a command of English. You don't have it.
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I loved my best friend. She was straight. I knew I couldn't tell her. So I became her biggest cheerleader, watched her fall in love with someone else, held her when she cried.
And when she got married, I smiled in every photo. She never knew she broke my heart.
What does it say about a person who falls very in love with someone they know they can never have? Just wondering.
I knew there was going to be some kind of same-s*x unrequited love secret somewhere in here,
At the end of the day, secrets are part of being human. Whether it’s a confession whispered to strangers online or a truth carried in silence for years, sometimes keeping a secret is what helps a person feel sane. In a world where everyone has an opinion, a little privacy can be a lifeline. And maybe, when the time is right, some secrets find the courage to come into the light.
Just like these anonymous posts that crack open someone’s hidden truth, did any of them make you pause and think about the secrets you’re carrying too? Would you ever share yours online if you knew no one would judge you? Or maybe you’ve already spilled something anonymously before! We’d love to know — what are your thoughts?
I'm gay. My wife doesn't know.
We have two kids. A dog. A mortgage. I love her in a way.
But not the way she deserves. Some nights I cry into her pillow when she's asleep. I don't know how to be free without destroying everything.
My father is gay. He moved out of my mom's house when I was 19 and into an apartment around the corner (a three-minute walk). He and my mother still have meals together and talk daily and help each other, and he just... dates men and keeps it to his own apartment. It's the twenty-first century and you only get one life to live.
You are such a good person! You love your father for what he is- your Dad and an adult❤️
Load More Replies...I don’t know. I don’t feel anyone has the right to take someone else’s right to live a life where they’re loved well and right. His own personal struggles, while valid, doesn’t excuse building an entire life of lies. His wife should have the option to choose, with all the information available. I know this story a little too well.
Tell her, she deserves the truth. She probably suspects something is different in your marriage. But be prepared to be supportive both financially, emotionally and socially to both her and the children. When you move out you will need to scrimp financially on yourself so your wife and kids can continue to have the same lifestyle they currently have. It is the least you can do after deceiving her for so long.
I went to the original thread because I was curious, and had to share this gem of a comment. “ You're not gay. You're deceived by the lies of Satan he puts in your mind. I know of many who thought were gay and lived an openly and proud gay life for most of their adult life, decades, and when turned to God with all their hearts and surrendered to Him and repented and asked for forgiveness and asked Him to transform them, they were, and now they can't believe they lived the way they did and how deceived they were and now they live happy lives as married heterosexuals in God.” It’s awful, obviously, but something about these are just hilarious to me. It’s just so sad.
I may get downvoted for this, but this is a genuine question that I've always wondered: How do gay men get sexually excited enough from being with a woman? For me, it would be really difficult to have s*x at all - let alone finish - with someone I'm not sexually attracted to.
In a different world, a better world, this wouldn't have happened or if it had, the two of them could have figured it out together lovingly and accepting one another while honoring the love and life they had/have/will to have together. My SIL's father came out and transitioned when my SIL was 20. It wasn't easy, but love made it work for them as a family. Respect.
Tell your wife. You’ll be better off, she’ll be better off, yes it’ll hurt but for the good of EVERYONE involved, you need to break it off. Also, wow, there is an incredible amount of homophobia in that thread.
This is the start of a movie where he comes out to her, and she comes out as a lesbian, and they spend the rest of it being each other's wingperson to get the other to hookup with a hottie.
I was 17 or 18 at the time. My dad had a scandal with another woman. One day, he brought that mistress to our house to meet my mom, no less. I’m Asian (Malaysian, to be exact), and it’s normal for the host to serve tea or coffee to the guest. I don’t think my parents knew that I already knew who that woman was.
So I made her a drink — using water from the toilet bowl. She sat there on our couch, all shameless, sipping it like nothing. And I just watched. I never told anyone. Not even my mom (she’s too soft for that kind of thing).
But I was so damn satisfied.
My dad didn’t end up continuing things with that woman. I told him straight: if he went through with it, I’d cut him off for good. No more father-daughter anything. He chose to keep what little was left of our relationship
Polygamy is still legal in Malaysia (and in some other Muslim countries).
Load More Replies...My mother did this to my father and when I was a kid she had that b*****d in our apartment. I was around 10 years old. I knew he liked sugar in his coffee so before my mom could make him his coffee I poured a bunch of salt on top of the sugar so when she scooped it out her got a coffee with salt instead of sugar. His reaction to the coffee made my day.
I'm a nanny for a rich family in the Hamptons.
They don’t know I sleep in my car because I can't afford rent.
I take care of their kids like they’re my own, while mine lives two states away with my mom.
Sometimes I feel like I'm living someone else's American dream.
That's how the system is designed to work. The ones with money live the best parts of our lives while we live the worst parts of theirs.
I can understand why she might move to a place where she can afford to support her mom and kids if she has a bunch of debt and a deadbeat spouse, but why the hell doesn't she have enough money to at least afford a room somewhere? And if dad is dead, there's SS survivorship for the kids at least.
Yep, we've finally found that nanny who invented capitalism.
Load More Replies...Last year, my father passed away, and while I was handling the death certificate, I discovered he had a secret son—one he had put up for adoption. When I attempted to find him, I learned he had died in a truck collision on the very day my dad passed away in the hospital.
I inherited everything. Didn't share it.
My siblings think I'm selfish. But they never cared for her. I was the one who sat by her bed every night. I earned it. Still, some nights I stare at my bank account and feel nothing but guilt.
Your guilt shows you are a good person with a conscience. Maybe, to ease the guilt, make some charitable contributions in her name. You can help her legacy live on this way.
Right. The fact you feel guilt is proof you were the right choice.
Load More Replies...the guilt is understandable, but would be assuaged by sharing...I don't think it's your fault or should have any bearing on you that you inherited everything--unless you manipulated the course of things, it's what your mother apparently wanted. don't feel guilty about it.
My lifelong friend passed away four years ago and left a substantial amount of money to two other friends and myself. She suffered from cancer for three years and there wasn't anything that we wouldn't (and didn't) do for her out of love. Her family did the bare minimum. Boy, did they get a surprise when she passed! They even asked if I would help with funeral expenses. These folks are not destitute by any means and I said "no". Nor do I feel the least bit guilty over any of it! I am eternally grateful to my friend for her generosity.
I’m a 60-ish-year-old man, and people think I’m very straight-laced and conservative. But I wear men’s thong underwear because they’re comfy and don’t chafe me. No one would guess. And honestly, I’m too old to care what people think about it.
You know; I'm really old and the only time in my life I cared what kind of underwear men were wearing was when Michael Jordan started working for Hanes. Why would anyone think about that.
I faked a British accent in high school.
For 3 years.
Even the teachers believed me.
I transferred before graduation.
Still terrified someone will recognize me.
I used to tend bar and a couple of brits came in so I tried my best British accent. Boy I have never heard such laughter and been called a daft c word before lol. I think it might sound more like Australian. Wtf do I know, I live in Missouri. Edit: Free drinks to make up for my ignorance.
Pick Cornish. It's handy on "Talk Like a Pirate Day".
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I texted “I love you” to my boss.
Meant it for my boyfriend.
No take-backs.
She replied, “Appreciate the support.”
We haven’t made eye contact since.
I said "Love you" over the phone to my mechanic. He laughed & said "Love you too."
My boss once called at work once when I was working nights to check how things were going as I was relatively new. He was a friend of my husbands and we got along well. He didn't say who it was when he called assuming I would recognize his voice, my brain was tired, and I thought it was my husband. So, at the end of the call, which was relatively short I said Love ya. Right after I said it, I realized it wasn't my husband. We laughed about it after I explained, and we never felt awkward.
could have just made a joke of it. what's wrong with that. would have been embarrassing if it was something sexual or weird.
My ex-wife was a toxic narcissist who encouraged me to “find someone else” during arguments, so I did. I met someone who was a passionate lover who satisfied me in every way my wife never would. I wouldn’t say it caused my divorce, but it definitely got the wheels turning.
I have a friend who was dating a guy who was jealous and he always accused her of sleeping with his friend as he worked with her. So she did.
I mean, she literally told you to do it. You doing it is just called being a partner who listens!
My ex used to tell me I would never find someone to put up with my s**t. The man I'm with now loves me wholeheartedly and fully
People on here would be mad at the husband for cheating if they heard the wife's side of the story, instead. There are always two sides to every story.
I'm trans. My family still doesn't know.
Ten years of living as myself. Ten years of lying to them.
I send Christmas cards signed with my deadname. I dread family Zoom calls.
Maybe one day I'll show up as me. Maybe.
I feel for you. Finally came out to my conservative dad and step-mom via text on Monday. Haven’t heard back since. Kinda thinking I won’t hear back ever again.
If they don't accept you, they don't deserve you. Look after yourself x
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For two weeks.
Kept wondering why I smelled like a dusty vanilla candle.
I accidentally used my dog's shampoo and now my hair is super shiny… But I just took a śhit on my neighbor’s lawn…
Don't worry too much unless you start burying bones in the backyard.
Load More Replies...OMG, I did the opposite one day ... sprayed deodorant on my hair thinking it was dry shampoo. It did NOT look cleaner afterwards!
I'm sure you were late for work when this all went down... If it was me that would be the scenario.
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I accidentally called my boyfriend “dad.”
He said, “We need to talk.”
I pretended to faint.
It didn’t work.
Lots and I mean LOTS of my students call me 'mum'. By accident. Normally boys, when I tell them off.
In my family, we all tend to end phone calls with "I love you." I've said it to 2 bosses in my life when ending a call. I still work for one of them.
Load More Replies...It is kind of like going through all of the names in your family before you get the right name. Not weird just a mistake.
My name is frequently a combination of my older brothers names and then finally mine. I'm a girl.
Load More Replies...I was a preschool teacher for 42 years and got called "mom" many times. There was one time that I laughed because a student called me "grandma"! 😁
I was called 'Nanna' once. And also 'Sir' once. (I'm female! :) )
Load More Replies...I accidentally called my 5th grade teacher "Dad" - funny thing is that I didn't even like the man. The only reasoning I can come up with is that he was the only male figure in my life at the time since my father was never in my life. I guess I was equating his authority with what I was missing?
I once waved at someone using a fork.
Like, I literally lifted my fork and waved.
Then realized it was my reflection.
In the microwave door.
While walking back to a theatre after intermission, I noticed a well-dressed woman smiling at me. Then I realized it was a mirror.`
So at least you know you have good taste in clothing.
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I used to work with some lazy bastards who would pile up dirty crockery and cutlery in the sink. One day, I got tired of it and chucked the lot in the bin. Yeah, Mark — I binned your stupid beloved KTM mug. You tw*t.
I used to clean out the fridge at work, and threw away all the containers that were filled with moldy food that people had just left there. Some of those containers were really, really nice, but in the trash they went.
I started doing the same thing. HUGE sign over the sink "Your mother nor your wife work here. Clean your own dishes" This one total chauvinist kept putting his dirty cups in the sink. We (the female staff) just started throwing them away. We'd let the boss in on it, so when "Brad" complained, the boss just said, "Maybe you should get a f*cking clue and start washing your own dishes". Still love that guy.
My father-in-law, numerous times, has tried to force me to get naked or change in front of him. He even followed me to the bathroom. I don’t want to tell my husband because I don’t want their relationship to be broken because of me.
Don't give into cultural grooming. Women who expose creepy men are not guilty of any fallout.
Load More Replies...Again, a woman putting up with a man's %hit to save another man's feelings. No, just no.
It wouldn't be broken because of what you did, it's his terrible behavior. If my dad was doing that to my wife, I'd want to know so I could take care of it.
This is the second one I’ve clicked the link to see if there was more and… wow. I’m never getting threads, that s**t is toxic. I feel physically repelled.
F*CK that! Slap that nasty f*cker in the face while screaming WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
I once walked around Target for 45 minutes…
Talking to a stranger I thought was my mom.
It wasn’t.
She let me talk about my childhood trauma.
Then said, “Sweetie, I’m not your mother.”
I fell in love with my therapist. I never planned to. He was kind, patient, and saw through all my walls.
I told him things I'd never told anyone. When he smiled, I felt safe. When our sessions ended, I cried for a week. I've never told him. Maybe I never will.
I think this is a pretty common reaction to therapists, because they're trained and paid to listen to you, without judgment, and to see through all your walls. They're meant to find your deepest you, and that can make you feel loved. For some, it's the first time they've ever felt truly loved. It's not actual love, though, most of the times.
This seems similar to falling in love with a waitress. Someone listened to you and gave you the time of day to earn a paycheck.
Best not to. The profession has rules against continuing with a patient who has developed emotional ties to a therapist. He helped you when you needed it. He was a good friend. You were lucky and may find another good friend like him someday. It is always nice to have a good friend who stands by you all the time.
I kissed a guy because I thought he was someone else.
He was VERY confused.
I said, “Surprise social experiment.”
He said, “Please leave.”
You've never accidentally kissed a stranger because you thought they were someone you knew, then tried to play it off like you were in some psychology experiment for a university class?
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I shaved one leg, got distracted, and went to work.
Only one.
Skirt day.
It was windy.
I can see that becoming a new stupid TikTok trend with some ridiculously stupid name like "half Leia, half Chewie"
Honestly? I like it 😆 Normalize hair on women, one leg at a time! 😁
Load More Replies...I am good for this a few times a year but I shave the same leg twice.
I did this numerous times when my son was an infant. He would be sleeping peacefully, I would begin to shower and suddenly he would wake up.
I don't love my child the way I should. He's not who I imagined. He's loud, difficult, breaks things. Some days I cry in the shower because I'm tired of pretending. But I tuck him in every night. I hope that's enough.
You love him in your own way. So please don't think badly of yourself. You deserve the best. Stay Strong 💪🏻💪🏻
some children are very hard to love. You sound like you're doing your best and that's all anyone can do. And who knows, things might change as he grows into an adult. There are many stages of parenthood, some harder than others (parent of a very difficult child)
I gave up "imagining" how my kids would or should act a long time ago! Let this be a warning to those who do not (yet) know: Kids are not programmable robots or poseable dolls. They are in fact human beings, and sometimes human beings do things that don't make sense.
Get some help, talk to a professional! It's NOT enough just to 'tuck him in every night.' You mention nothing about hugs or other things kids expect from their parents. Are you raising someone who won't know how to share love and show that kind of emotion? Children learn what they live. Maybe he needs help too.
Let go of the version of him and yourself that you had and embrace the beautiful people you both are. You got this Momma!
I once waved back at someone who wasn’t waving at me.
To make it worse, I tripped over a chair immediately after.
They watched.
So did their friends.
I just acted like I was stretching.
In public. While limping.
There's really not much difference between a human and a cat sometimes...
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A friend cheated on her boyfriend with me after years of mixed signals. We would go to shows together, and she would encourage me to touch her everywhere except for “all the way,” even if it was 99% there. I think she secretly liked feeling desired, the attention, the ego boost.
When we finally started sleeping together, the sexual chemistry was insane because of such delayed gratification. But again, the mixed signals continued. I was so smitten with her I couldn’t see the forest for the trees. Her relationship had stagnated, and I was convinced she was staying in it out of familiarity and that we would be together eventually. I think she secretly enjoyed keeping me hooked.
Eventually, I realized that I would never have the relationship I wanted if I kept chasing her. I eventually cut our friendship off, which essentially cut me out from our group of friends. I’m sure they all have an idea of what happened or know because she admitted it to them.
I did meet the love of my life. I think my friend is still in her stagnant relationship. I’m still convinced she would be happier if she moved on and lived life single for a while (she has consistently been in relationships for nearly 20 years). She is a free spirit who hasn’t gotten to truly explore herself, and she can’t see how much of her suffering is because of that.
An incredibly dumb mistake on my part, but at the same time, she showed me I was still capable of feeling love. Were it not for her, I don’t think I would be with my girlfriend.
There's no such thing as "too many relationships". They may have chosen the wrong ones, or for the wrong reasons, but it has nothing to do with some imaginary number.
Load More Replies... Three years in, she cheats, gets busted, denies all, puts me on an emotional roller coaster for five months, and finally ends it.
Her “he’s just a friend” posts gym pics of them both nearly daily, and they vacation together.
My secret? I want the five months back, not the girl :)
My husband and I have not had s*x since our honeymoon 20 years ago. Because of that (and I have tried, before you judge), I have had 5 boyfriends who I met on a mobile online game and Tinder. One I fell deeply in love with. He doesn’t know.
Not gay, almost certainly ase&ual and aromantic. I was married to one in my 20s, back in the 90s, who didn't know himself, and those words weren't even invited. Nothing I did made any difference. Of course I divorced. I remarried to someone a lot more compatible, happy for 17 years. Last I heard, my ex remarried... and they live in different states. People are weird, but whatever works for them and harms no one else.
What did I just read? Is this creative writing 101 or some AI written stuff?
At 7, my then-stepdad’s half-brother spent the night (against my mom’s wishes) to help us move the next day. I’ve never liked for my mom to hear bad news and absolutely hate being the one to have to tell her, but I’m grateful she believed me. My stepdad did, too, and sent his half-brother to the hospital. They say 7 is a number of completion; I guess it was the completion of my childhood.
Wait... is she saying she was SA'd? It's very indirect. That's my best guess, SA.
As a mum I don't know why or how you weren't believed when you went to her, but I BELIEVE YOU. We are complete strangers I know but I believe you. I hope you can find a way to heal x
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Twenty years ago, I had an affair with a coworker half my age. The attraction was strong, but we mutually ended it. I know in my heart it probably wouldn’t have lasted long-term, and things are better this way. But I ran into her at a restaurant recently, and the chemistry was still there. Even after two decades, I still think about her.
Doesn't say that either of them are/were married. You can have an affair without another partner.
Load More Replies...I’m not in love with my boyfriend of 3 years anymore, and he won’t let me break it off. I don’t know what to do anymore.
"He won't LET me break it off"? I hope you can manage to grow some self respect and get away from this controlling person. Get out of there, and seek help.
I’m married.
He’s married.
We meet once a month in a hotel off the freeway, order room service, and pretend we’re 25 again.
We both know it won’t end well.
But we keep coming back.
People are scum. Why are we giving air time to these people confessing about affairs? For shame
I slept with my cousin on his birthday, and now I have a baby by him. Now, I don’t know if I want to keep him around.
I’ve been having an affair for two years. I love her, but I still love my long-term partner. I doubt anyone will believe that, but it’s true. It hurts that one of them will now be devastated by my choice. I will choose my long-term partner simply because she would be utterly destroyed otherwise. Don’t have affairs, kids.
I’ve been in a two-year on-and-off affair with a married man. It’s mostly been physical and nothing more.
I don’t know what I was expecting when all of this started, but now I hate that if he doesn’t initiate, it could be months of silence. Despite all this, I hate that I have found myself actually falling for him.
It k**ls me seeing him go back to his supposedly perfect white-picket-fence family every day (reminding me that I am nothing to him).
Every period of silence we go through, I tell myself that we are done, but I hate that I also know when he reaches out to me again, I won’t have the willpower to say no.
Change your number and move on. He is using you, and you are hurting yourself, and this "relationship" is holding you back from trying to find someone who loves you enough to commit to being with you exclusively. If he gets in touch again, tell him next time you hear from him, you'll tell his wife.
We kissed once.
Just once.
Under a streetlamp after his wedding.
He whispered, "In another life…"
And then left with someone else's ring on his hand.
I still wonder if she ever saw the lipstick on his collar.
I think your narrow view on life and your judgements make you the jerk. You would chain trust and commitment to a bed, I call that a hostage situation. These two walked away from each other to honor commitment, that's something to admire.
Load More Replies... My boyfriend hasn't worked in 3 years. I pay rent, groceries, his Spotify. He says he's "figuring things out."
My friends call me stupid. Maybe I am. But when I come home to candles lit and dinner made, I forget the bills for a moment.
He may likely never work. If you are happy, and you can afford this situation, then the choice is yours. If you work, and he takes care of all the household stuff and has dinner on the table when you get home, that's fine if you can afford to keep him. Don't let other people tell you what your relationship should look like. However, if you are struggling to pay bills or rent, if you are one car repair bill away from disaster, that is not fine. Then he needs to find some sort of work, even part time, so you aren't tiptoeing on the edge of a financial cliff.
If the roles were reversed, people would call it a traditional marriage. Nothing to be ashamed about.
If you're financially secure, then it's your choice. Watch out for resentment, because cooking a meal is sweet, but won't get you anywhere in the long run
I am married. He is married. When we’re in private, he makes me wear a collar while I’m naked, call him Master, and kneel beside him while he brushes my hair and strokes my face. I think I’ve lost my mind.
Nobody aligns 100%. I watch different shows than my wife. Some people have different kinks. I don't blame anyone who doesn't build their whole relationship on the bedroom. (As long as they are honest)
She said she needed time.
So I waited.
A month. Then a year.
She came back with a ring on her finger.
Not mine.
But I still smiled for her.
A girlfriend dumped me because I was "taking up too much of her time." (We lived in towns two hours apart and only saw each other once a week.) About two months later she sent me a letter saying she was right to do what she did but would take me back. I didn't want to again take up too much of her time reading a response, so I tried to keep my reply short. What's the fewest number of words you can use in a message? Well, yes, you're right - zero.
I’m in love with someone who’s been in an on-and-off relationship for 4 or 5 years. We’ve had a situationship since last December, during which I fell in love with him. Secretly, he’s also been contacting and writing to other women online, which breaks my heart every single day.
I know what I’m doing and feeling is extremely selfish, but I think I’ve found the love of my life — and that’s why it hurts so much... not feeling good enough for him right now. I worry I might end up alone for the rest of my life.
My mom was a cheater, yet she would get so furious when she found out her other men had other women. Cheaters cheat. It has nothing to do with you "not being good enough for him." It has everything to do with him not being able to stick to one partner or keep it in his pants. Some therapy could help you build some self confidence and realize that you deserve so much better in a life partner. You deserve a full time love, not a part time cheater.
I am deeply scuffled right now. I met this Moroccan guy in 2014 in Doha as my casual intimacy/hookup, although I was already deeply falling for him. I got away, thinking I was on the losing end. I did not like the mixed signals it was giving. Eleven years have gone by, and I searched his phone number on WhatsApp (I memorize it more than my Social Security number, lmfao).
We are both married now, but we secretly exchanged steamy texts. I send him nudes when I travel alone. I feel like I always have to catch his attention through WhatsApp stories. I feel like my heart is in two different places.
Her heart is in two places. The place she should be concerned about is wherever she left her conscience.
I brought Tupperware to a funeral.
I thought it was just “a family thing.”
People stared.
I still took some mac & cheese home.
No regrets.
This is the worst thing on here. The leftover food is to sustain the family so they don't have to worry about cooking for a while.
Not a funerals I've been to. The family often is given meals, but not at the funeral. Many times they are given so much, they don't want the leftovers from the funeral. I'm also not sure if this one means they brought the mac an cheese with them or not, the 'a family thing' makes me think they did. Then the 'no regrets' is because they were embarrassed no one else brought something (i.e. it was catered instead) but were able to take their own leftovers back. Not sure...
Load More Replies...Is OP saying they brought a tupperware of Mac & Cheese to a funeral because that waswhat she thought was the funeral custom ...ir because she thought it was a "family thing" but not a funeral, or did she take an empty tupper ware to a funeral just to take food, because she thought it was something else besides a funeral..? I am confused
I just got married… and honestly, I don’t even know how to feel anymore.
Back then, I was his assistant. He looked so put together — successful, well-respected, rich. The way he treated his wife at the time? Gifts, fancy trips, designer everything. I used to watch and think, “Wow, he’s the man of my dreams.” And yeah… I admit, I ended up playing a role in ending their marriage of over a decade.
But he liked me too. We fell for each other. And when it’s love, it just happens, right? You can’t force feelings.
I really believed that once we got married, I’d live the life they had — maybe even better. Lavish, glamorous, full of comfort. But reality is… so different than what I imagined.
The wedding? We didn’t even have a proper one. He had to sell the stuff his ex-wife gave him just to fund a small ceremony at our house. I imagined a ballroom in a five-star hotel, not some awkward event in our rented three-story house.
And the “big house” we live in? It’s rented. And now I have to work like a slave to help cover rent. The car? Gone. It was never even his — she bought it for him. He doesn’t own one now.
And forget business- or first-class travel. We fly economy. It’s so embarrassing I can’t even bring myself to post anything on IG. I used to dream of getting branded items, but now he only buys me stuff that’s on sale or off-season — and he never lets me choose. And to be honest, his taste is horrible. He doesn’t even know how to match a bag with shoes.
What makes it worse is that he and his ex-wife are public figures, so everyone around here knows our situation. The netizens already say awful things about me online. If I back out now, I’ll be a public joke for life — especially to his ex’s fans. I feel like I have no way out.
And on top of everything, I have to take care of their kids now. I never signed up to be a stepmom… not like this.
It just feels like everything I did… all the risks I took… were for nothing. I really thought I was stepping into a better life. Instead, I’m stuck in something that feels fake. I’m stressed all the time, and honestly? I feel completely misled. But it’s too late now. Everyone’s watching.
Superficial and selfish. Just two words I was thinking of while reading this.
You would think gold diggers would work out who actually had the money before they got hitched
She stole a man because she wanted branded items? Talk about a shallow person.
Lmao okay then…. If you were expecting all of that in a marriage then you shouldn’t have gotten married. It’s about the love homie. Plus you broke up a marriage, he’ll probably leave you for someone else as well. Today is my wedding anniversary actually. Weird coincidence. But I got married right out of high school, no kids incase anyone is assuming. Just couldn’t imagine life without him. We just celebrated 14 years. I wasn’t going for a fancy life style. I just wanted him. And that’s how it should be
Wow, talk about a self centered deluded narcissistic gold digger. You destroyed a family and marriage and now that the reality has come home to roost you're crying foul and playing the victim. You deserve every bit of what you've ended up with.
If you want the glamor, earn it yourself. Expecting someone to fund your lifestyle makes you an infant.
I think my bf forgot my ultimatum (stop drinking or I'll find an other place for me and the kids). He said he wanted to stop drinking but after less than a week he's back to drinking on a daily basis. There are several reasons for why I made the ultimatum. But since he keeps drinking and doesn't try to find help getting sober, I think I've stopped loving him. Because the bf I loved is so hidden away in the booze. I can't find him anymore. So I am waiting for an offer on a new home for me and the kids and in the meantime I am tidying all our messy piles and areas. He thinks it's because I want to stay (I guess), but I do it so I can grab our stuff faster if the move need to happen super fast. I hope to have moved out before Christmas or even before Halloween.
My secret is I've never cheated a partner or slept with someone who is also a cheater...
I go to work every day and sit no less than 6 feet away from the woman I've fallen for. Confessing will ruin both our friendship and my career, but her smile alone is enough to make the effort to turn up.
I lost my late grandmother's wedding band. I wore it all the time, but took it off to fix the printer at work. Set it on the counter and when I realized it 5 minutes later it was gone. Never going to tell my aunt.
Ah, nothing like a little misanthropy on a Thursday morning. So much willful ignorance and self-serving delusion.
I think my bf forgot my ultimatum (stop drinking or I'll find an other place for me and the kids). He said he wanted to stop drinking but after less than a week he's back to drinking on a daily basis. There are several reasons for why I made the ultimatum. But since he keeps drinking and doesn't try to find help getting sober, I think I've stopped loving him. Because the bf I loved is so hidden away in the booze. I can't find him anymore. So I am waiting for an offer on a new home for me and the kids and in the meantime I am tidying all our messy piles and areas. He thinks it's because I want to stay (I guess), but I do it so I can grab our stuff faster if the move need to happen super fast. I hope to have moved out before Christmas or even before Halloween.
My secret is I've never cheated a partner or slept with someone who is also a cheater...
I go to work every day and sit no less than 6 feet away from the woman I've fallen for. Confessing will ruin both our friendship and my career, but her smile alone is enough to make the effort to turn up.
I lost my late grandmother's wedding band. I wore it all the time, but took it off to fix the printer at work. Set it on the counter and when I realized it 5 minutes later it was gone. Never going to tell my aunt.
Ah, nothing like a little misanthropy on a Thursday morning. So much willful ignorance and self-serving delusion.
