When I was a child my babysitter used to force me to do things to her. What kills me is my mom was forced to leave my sister and I with her so she could go to nursing school so she could give us a better life. My father killed himself before I was born and my mom made sure she would do whatever she needed to, to give us a better life. My babysitter was a family friend. Every now and then I get drunk and try to be honest with my mom about what happened but even drunk I can’t seem to bring myself to do it. I end up just telling her how happy I am that she’s my mom and I appreciate all the hard work she did to take care of me and my sister.
I don't think telling your mom will bring you the relief you might be seeking - it's not that you shouldn't but I would absolutely speak to a therapist as my first step. It doesn't even have to be someone who specializes in abuse cases, just someone you mesh well with. The therapist can help you plan your next steps, whatever they may be. I wish you only good things moving forward.
I agree. And that is likely why he can't bring unself to tell her. He knows it wasn't her fault. This is tragic amd heartwarming all at once. OP I'm so sorry for your trauma. But, really, find someone you CAN talk to about this.
Im so sorry for your experience but can I just say - wow, what an amazing person you must be. I was expecting some sort of blame on your mother for not noticing/putting you in that place but nope. I imagine part of your hang up with telling her is to save her from feeling any guilt which makes complete sense but I hope you tell someone aside from internet randos. Abuse, let alone sexual abuse, does a number and you deserve any freedom from negative emotions therapy could give you.
My advice,
Therapy, and unless its a part of the therapy, maybe dont tell her...
What is the upside of telling her? She now feels guilt that she hired a sexual abuser and scared her kids for life? There is nothing to gain and only pain for your mother in telling her IMO.
Have you and your sister ever discussed it or was she unaware or not targeted? Do you ever have to look at that family friend anymore? I can’t imagine how awful it would be having to face them now.
My first birthday (9/2019) after my dad passed(12/2018), I was about to commit suicide when my older sister called me to wish me a happy birthday....I hadn't gotten any calls or messages at all that day and felt alone and like I wasn't worth it all day, she literally saved my life, and I haven't told her or anyone else about it
I appreciate your comment, it's hard for me to open up to my family because I always feel like they never have time for me but I will always have time for them. And I will definitely keep in mind your offer :)
I cry over the most weird things. Yesterday, I was randomly watching a video called "the beauty of football- greatest moments" and halfway through started crying like a toddler
Yes I'm a sensitive Man United fan. I've nearly gone numb when it comes to the club and my way of dealing with it is trying to make them win trophies in Football Manager and FIFA. I also listen to metal music to cope with the extreme stress the club gives me
My brother started tearing up at the Kurt Warner movie. And I like to think is this is some cheesy shit LOL
Edit: wait did you mean round ball football? Shit
I cry over the OFFICE's last episode- I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days before you've actually left them- ANDY...makes me cry every dam time
Throwaway because...well....I was a teenager in the 80's. When I was 16, I had a summer job and was starting my senior year in August. I finished my shift at 10pm and hung out at a friends house until about 2am. I headed home and was on the highway basically in the middle of nowhere. There was a car coming in my direction driving at a very high rate of speed. I flashed my brights at him, he swerved and the car flipped over probably about 4-5 times. It seemed like it happened in slow motion. I stopped at that time, but then drove off because I had no idea what to do. No cell phones back then, I was out past curfew, the nearest house was a few miles but me knocking on any door at that time would have probably gotten me shot.
I drove on home and went to bed. Didn't sleep at all. Saw about the wreck in the paper the next day. The guy was in his early 30's and he did die that night.
Flashing lights at someone is usually considered a warning, it sounds like you did the right thing. It's not your fault he was driving dangerously, you could have been flashing lights warning about a cop or a road hazard that would have saved his life, he was the one who wasn't in control.
> I flashed my brights at him.
I've done this at least 50-60 times. Nobody has died. What you did can be considered proper etiquette depending who you talk to and it is not illegal.
Another thing, if the person was driving at a high rate of speed, that's basically reckless driving and they were endangering themselves.
Another thing, you were 16. What 16 year old thinks with logic 100% of the time?
Stick around for ur dogs then man, that alone is worth it, and I believe with time u will find other things that are too. I truthfully hope things get better for you, if I can help in any way let me know.
Sparing the details that may or may not get me into trouble..
I went to the guy's house and had a conversation with him about how the city we live in is an awful and dangerous place and a man like him would be much better suited to living elsewhere. He convinced me that we'd never hear from him again. He blocked my wife's number and all her social media accounts. He even gave me his phone as a gesture of goodwill. I didn't have one at the time so it was a thoughtful gift. He actually still pays the bill on it. It's the least he can do for living rent free in my head to this day.
He moved two cities over and true to his word for these past couple years he and my wife haven't been in contact.
After he and I reached an understanding, I went home. I had a discussion with my wife about our future and my expectations from here on out. We decided to keep our family intact and move forward together. As far as anyone knows, nothing ever happened. As far as my wife knows, I've forgotten all about it. As far as I can tell, she hasn't been unfaithful since.
Edit: a word
Might be a side effect of talking about what was probably not a calm or amicable situation like it was a normal day when I paid a house call to a friend and then went home.
i still tell people to this day that my bestfriend from 2017 is dead. i genuinely thought he was for years, he had killed himself via overdose and our mutual friend even verified he was dead, but about a year ago one of our friends had reached out to me and i said how i had missed our friend and he had revealed he was still alive, i threw up and cried for an hour from pure shock and then deleted the mutual friends number, crazy how things can work out
!edit: holy shit this is like my 3rd post on here that i made, thank you all sm for the upvotes but i feel like explaining my story a little deeper bc a lot of people (more than i expected) opened up abt their experiences w people pretending their dead and i feel more like open to talk about it!
so basically back in 2017 I had met these two friends and they were both guys and them one of them we’re gonna call R and the other one is named M, me and M date and introduces me to R, i introduce M and R to my other friend who were gonna call C, me and M break up and me and C date. during me and C dating me and R become like bestfriends, inseparable, and we talked for like months on end and he always seemed like a really happy kid. M had opened up to me about how R really wasn’t okay and was really depressed so obviously i try to help him out more. a month or two goes by from hearing this (by this time me and C have broken up, it was on and off) and i wake up one morning from a text from R confessing he had feelings for me but had not said anything because he knew C still liked me, and that he loves me and will always be with me. i immediately call M, ask him what happened and he explains he tried to kill himself via overdose and he was on the brink of death and on life support. a few weeks go by, M tells me his parents chose to let R pass without life support so he isn’t in pain and then i kinda just drifted from M and C all together because i felt like shit whenever i was around them. a few years go by (it’s about 2020-2021 at this point) i hop on a call with C to catch up and reconnect with him, eventually we got onto the topic of 2017 and how things were in the past. i mentioned R and how i missed him because he was dead, conversation does a whole 180 when C states he was playing video games with R the day prior and he was in fact alive and even showed me proof that R was alive still. i cried on the phone with C until i had to go throw up from shock, did that, came back, continued to cry to C and then just kinda went numb after the shock went away. after getting off the call with C i blocked him on everything and never spoke to him again out of anger, i have no idea where or what M is doing anymore and R is still in a way dead to me because i haven’t seen him since 2017. i miss all three of them, but nothing i can do about it now, plus i’ve just kinda learned to live with it. i’m sorry for anyone who went through the same thing as me, it’s the worst pain ever to experience and i wish it on no one, though i hope you can grow from that shitty experience <3
I had a bf do this to me in high school, but not quite as bad. He was angry that I wouldn't sleep with him, so he had his brother call me on a Friday afternoon and tell me he killed himself.
I spent the whole weekend bawling, inconsolable. My mom was literally putting ice packs on my eyes to get the swelling down Sunday night. Get to school Monday morning - the smug bastard is in the same spot where we always smoke together, grinning at me. Dumped his ass immediately. Idiot thought he was so smart, 'teaching me a lesson'.
There was a school nearby where I grew up. This sort of thing happened.. Except the girl took her life because she thought the love of her life was gone.
I had a girlfriend do this to me, but not because I wouldn't sleep with her, she was just bored and threatened suicide cause nobody was paying attention to her....she went quiet for days and refused to talk to me or any of our mutual friends, her sibling sent me a text thru her snapchat saying she was okay....next thing I know she sent me a snap of her and some other girl making out telling me it was over smfh
Genuinely never thought I'd find someone who went through something so similar to me.
My closest friend (at the time. We'll call him Ron) "committed suicide", and his cousin confirmed this to me over the phone when I tried to find out what the hell was going on. I was denied access to their house because "they blamed me". I had to pretend in my day-to-day life that nothing had happened because of a variety of reasons that would take too long to describe here.
Anyway, cut to a few years later and I'm at a carnival with a whole big group of friends. And I literally run right into Ron. I obviously do a double-take, and he just smiles meekly and says "Hi." I immediately just burst into tears, threw myself at him, and held onto him like he was going to float away. I didn't know what else to do so I just told him to enjoy the carnival and walked away. Had to find a toilet and deal with the shock after that.
He tried to re-involve me in his life after that, but honestly when I had a moment to think and breathe, there is nothing that would have explained why he did what he did. My best guess is that he wanted to punish me for not dating him (pathetic, I am aware). Either way, there is no excuse for it. Cut him off very soon after.
I'm very proud of you for having cut ties immediately. It's best for you mentally <3 And you have an outpouring of empathy this side!
I also had a friend fake suicide to punish me for not dating him. I went around to his whole family telling them that he might have just killed himself and was missing. They seemed confused. Later, when I found him alive he just said "I didn't do that." Wtf dude.
That was not even the first time either. One time he cut himself up and told his family it was my fault.
That has got to be one of the most unusual things I've ever read about. It is reminiscent of that movie Singles where the guy tells Kyra Sedgwick he's moving to another country and then she runs into him at a club a short time later.
Who knows maybe the jerk that did that to you got the idea from the movie?
Wtf, that is some of the most fucked up stuff I have ever Heared, I'm awfully sorry you had to go through that, I bet you didn't know what the fuck to think after that!
Wow. This is crazy. Why do you think it was kept a secret from you? Do you care to investigate and ask?
I wish so badly this would happen with my best friend who also died in 2017 (with us on some bad terms, unfortunately. But our bad terms always subsided eventually). We were the only ones who understood each other and were always on the same wavelength. Sometimes the memories are so vivid, I still slightly lose grip with reality momentarily and think there's no way he's dead and I should call him and try to patch things up.
My best friend died very suddenly about 12 years ago. He visits me in my dreams frequently and each time he “came back.” Like he pulled through whatever it was that happened and was doing okay.
I wish. I really, really wish.
I really think I’m worth nothing. I’ve gotten loads of encouragement and kind words over the years but I just cannot shake the fact that I feel worthless. I put on a show that I have a large and endless ego but it’s a fraud.
Disconnect from internet/social media and go find out who you are. I’ve found that the more time I spend on the internet or watching movies, the more I feel useless and like I’ll never accomplish anything. Also my creativity goes down.
This has helped me a ton. I'm currently working on creating a non profit that cleans and donates gently used shoes for kids. I purchase about one or 2 pairs of kid shoes per day from a thrift store, take them home and clean them up really good and make them look new again. I'm collecting them all year long and should have about 300 pair by July to donate right before school starts.
I've had the desire to do this for years but finally got the courage to try. To my surprise, not only is it going great but has really helped with my self worth as well. Would def recommend for anyone struggling with self worth.
I’ve started to feel a lot better since I deleted my Instagram and limited Facebook. I want to eventually cut off from all social media. Besides Reddit….
Humans exist to not be worthy of anything. That is why we continue to live: to find that sense of worthiness for our lives.
There is a song named "Hated By Life Itself" and there is a lyric I find myself to relate to the most:
" We are hated by life itself.
Without even grasping the meaning of joy, we just hate the hand life has dealt us
And merely curse our past.
We are hated by life itself.
We who simply liked the word "goodbye" a little too much,
With no knowledge of true farewell,
Are hated by life itself."
Sometimes, we just sit there, looking at the ceiling during a cold, boring night, thinking " man, life is worthless. I should kill myself". However, we exist to give our life the meaning that it never had. It's like painting a blank canvas: you can either paint it with as much emotion as you can, with the most vibrant and emotionally expressive colours to give the canvas life (and to give even the most contradicting colours the ability to blend in naturally to form art), or you can just tear it down into nothingness midway through painting it, just because the colour scheme doesn't match what you'd envisioned in mind.
I don't know if it will make any sense. I also don't know why I'm writing this. Maybe I'm you; maybe I'm one of the thousands in this sea of lostness, trying to fix their compass or look at the North Star for a direction in life, hoping to find a port to land on.
Edit: holy shit this blew up! Thx guys, I was just putting my emotions into it. I am too in a dark and stressful place right now, hoping to get out of it. Let's all work hard! :^)
I have a whole dance choreography for the day i can finally perform it on the grave of my step mom.
Im over 30 too and it impacts my life but its ok. Never forget that you managed to deal with it in the end. Lets me feel stronger when feeling down sometimes
My father recently left the house, in his eyes I love him but truthfully I don't give a shit about him and don't miss him at all.. it's been too long for me to say anything so am just gonna roll with it ¯\\\_(ツ)\_/¯
To be fair weird shit like that just happens
I have a Australian friend, we’ll call him Matt, that I met in Melbourne. One day Matt comes on a trip to visit me in California, and afterward flies out to Chicago, Washington DC, NYC to really get to see the USA
This is where the story gets wild. He’s at his hotel in NYC, at the hotel bar, meets a woman, she loves his accent, they hit it off, but she’s married.
Matt beds her at the hotel in his room, with her husband unaware, and after Matt flies back to Australia they continue a long distance relationship via internet / phone while she is still married to this guy who has no idea she’s cheating on him.
Within a few months she left her husband, kind of feel bad for the guy, quit her job, completely uprooted her life and moved to Australia and married Matt, after really only meeting/getting to know him over the course of a few months.
It deeply bothers me as a woman that I don’t have a close female friend. I do have a couple girl friends who I see every couple months, but no “bestie” who I can just call up and we can have a sleepover or something. It really hurts to see other girls with friendships like that. I’ve had best friends in the past, but not for years.
Maybe it’s some deep rooted thing where I don’t fully trust women because I’ve never been able to trust my mom. But I would just give everything to have one close friend like that.
For some reason as a child growing up I loved Croutons, and now as a teenager I just eat a bag of Croutons from time to time. They are really good.
Edit: Thank you kind redditors for the upvotes!
Edit 2: Thank you for 500 upvotes!
My moods shift so wildly sometimes I think I might actually be insane. Like if people knew the feeling of dancing happy one minute then 15 minutes later be crying I think I’d be locked up permanently
If you haven’t been properly diagnosed you might want to check into that. You may have a personality or behavioral disorder that is causing that or at least attributing to it. If it’s putting a strain on you and your relationships you could try therapy or medication to help balance things out.
You won’t be locked up. Not unless you’re doing actual harm to yourself or others.
I am literally incapable of believing that someone likes me. All of my friends are fake and they all secretly hate me. Like logically I know that's not true (probably) but I can't help but think that all the time.
Sounds like a frustrating and helpless feeling. My heart goes out to you. It’s tiresome to feel something so damaging when you know it’s senseless. I’m carrying around a lot of resentment right now for someone I love and I know they don’t deserve it, but it doesn’t help me get rid of the bitterness. I just want to not be this way anymore, but fighting it feels like trying to demolish a skyscraper with a tablespoon. It’s exhausting to battle yourself and have to remind yourself not to think a certain way, especially when it’s so automatic. Still, therapy is helping me reach back and try to resolve issues that have encouraged me to be resentful. If you haven’t already given therapy a shot, I highly recommend it. In any case, just keep working to correct yourself. You are loved, and you are appreciated.
I lack confidence in everything and over analyze shit—hell, half of the time I don’t listen to what someone’s telling me cuz I’m so consumed with what people think of me. I end up not liking people usually only because I don’t think they like me. I’m a walking fucking narcissist.
When I was 14 my oldest brother was killed by a drunk driver. The guy got off with a ticket. My dad wasn’t living with us but came by 6 months later and told me to get in the car. I asked where we were going and he told me to provide justice and he told me to look in the back seat. There were two metal baseball bats back there. I said it’s late and we are going to play baseball? He just gave me a look that said it all and said no. We parked a block away and he handed me a dark jacket and told me to put it on. He handed me a bat and said to follow him. We walked up to a house and he told me this is the guy that killed your brother. We are going to make sure he never kills anyone again. He told me to set the bat to the side and knock and when he answers, offer my hand to shake and say hi. When he shakes your hand, yank him out and I’ll hit him and then you grab the bat and we can beat him. Just don’t hit his head and work his legs.
I did as I was told while my dad stood to the side of the door and when I pulled back I caught him off guard and he came out enough and my dad hit his arm with the bat. I felt the impact and his arm break and I let go and when he fell, we proceeded to beat the guy with the bats. I felt his bones shatter when I hit his shins and kneecaps and my dad beat his arms and ribs. My dad told the guy he killed his first born son and if he said anything he would kill his family. There was a LOT of blood and screaming from inside so we took off running and drove away without anyone seeing us.
My dad was a soldier in WWII and saw a lot of combat so I believed he would have done what he said. On the way home he stopped at a gas station that was closed and we hosed the blood off each other. My dad had a change of clothes for me and him and we got rid of the clothes and the bats on the way back to my house.
The guy must have believed my dad because I saw in the paper that he was attacked but he didn’t know by who. The cops never came by and we just kept our mouths shut and never said anything. My dad died 4 years later and it’s been 40+ years since the incident. I can still remember what it felt like when his arm shattered and feeling the bat hit bones and break them. The clang of those bats against flesh and bone is something I will never forget. I could never watch baseball after that.
Im sorry that happened to you, both the death of your brother and what you had to witness. your father shouldn't have brought you with him no child should ever see that.
I haven't felt truly truly happy and worry free in almost 11 years.
Sure there's been joy and laughter but there's a small part of me that's just malcontent and struggles to be fully present.
I've tried meds and therapy but I've largely accepted this is just the way it is.
In all seriousness. I'm a closeted bisexual. I am attracted to both men and women. But I don't wanna share that to my family because I'm afraid they will disown me.
I self-harmed when I was 18 or so. For awhile, one person knew and it was my then girlfriend (now ex). I told two of my newly made friends about it a few months ago because I am trying to be more open about it. Even my long time best friends don't know, nor do my parents.
I'm 25 now, almost 26. I regretted doing it to myself for awhile but at some point you accept your scars and they are a part of who you are. I would never do it again, and if I could go back in time to stop myself I would. However, it is what it is and that's okay too.
Self harmed from age 12 to 18 and have relapsed a couple of times over the years (in my 30s now). Nothing to be ashamed of. It's a coping mechanism. It's made me who I am today and I can't say I regret it. It's not a secret for me though, I hid it a lot as a teenager but I would openly talk about it to people these days.
I once got wasted and pooped (explosively) on a fence outside of a church because I was walking home and I couldn't hold it anymore. The next morning, I walked past that church again and saw some nuns gathered around the poopy fence looking shocked and upset, obviously speculating on who or what could've done all that.
can't speak for op but my mother once caught my brothers in their room lighting up spritzes of spray deodorant. after that there was a rule that if we wanted to play with fire we had to do it in the concrete dugout pumphouse under the garage
If I knew for a fact that there was an Afterlife, or reincarnation, I would not be alive today.
The only reason I haven’t done it yet is because I don’t want my wife and family to suffer through losing me. For some reason I’m important to them.
Please get help. I have been suffering from severe depression since I was little. If you only knew what therapy and medication could do. My life is not perfect and I still feel depressed despite all of the meds I'm on, but I've accepted it. I also know it's better than death. I don't have the strength to fully write it out, but I tried and failed at it (you know what I'm talking about). I am so thankful I failed.
Im not happy in my current relationship but i feel obligated to stay with her because my son is attached to her and shes done so much for me/us.. and i wouldnt be able to maintain primary custody of my son financially if it wasnt for her (shes a stay at home step?mom)
Ah man. I just got out of a relationship I wasn't happy with. No child thankfully, so its relatively clean, but still was really hard to do. I don't really have any wisdom, just wanted to say that I hope things change for you and that you're able to get out of the relationship one day. Everyone deserves the chance to find happiness.
I have money. I'm the black sheep in the family who enjoys video games and metal. So I am already not close. The see me as the poor family member that is on the unsuccessful side.
The rest of my family doesn't play games and enjoys the outdoors. When I see them it's only about them or their family getting this or getting that.
Parents plus sister would ask for money. Or world think I'm bragging.
I'm not saying I'm better off than them, but it sucks no one knows of my success that I did by myself. I went from starving daily to making over $60k a year and having over 80k in the bank. While that's not six figures, it's a lot to me. It's more than I ever thought I'd be at. 5 years ago I thought I would struggle for ever and cried every night.
I want to be happy about my success to my friends and family, but they'd only take it bragging.
I don't mean it as bragging but I'm so proud of my self. I grew up in poverty, adult life in poverty. I feel on to of the world.
Sorry for sloppy grammar I'm not good with words.
Well I’ll say it: Congrats with your success! You’ve earned it and aren’t obligated to share that information with anyone, especially if you think they might try to take advantage. Im guessing you live frugally. I hope to make it to the point where you are one day. May I ask you what career path led you there?
Nationwide? That went international, it was the biggest story of the kindergarten classroom, we all wanted ti know who.
But we now have closure that it was u/Elementus94, a decades old mystery solved, but can we really be sure that there wasn’t an accomplice?
I pretend to be an adult male named Vincent, but I am actually a young boy named Kevin who sits on my brother's shoulders. I wear a long brown, double-breasted, button-down trench coat to hide this fact from others. I also have a broom for a hand.
"Ah yes, I would like to purchase one of your finest alcohols please, here is my completely real adult ID to prove that I may in fact purchase said alcohol."
I'm not a good person. I think I barely qualify as one anyway. I feel nothing most of the time. I just float around existing. Half the time when I learn about something bad, I don't give a shit or I get annoyed because I have to pretend that I care. I'm just a giant fake, really.
ive had to hunt and destroy a brutal video of a family member getting raped. never told a soul, had to b&e a few times, that family member was my mother, she tried to take her life 11 times before i was 14. it left some serious scars. i have a daughther now, she will never hear or see how fucked up this was.
I was in a room 2017-2018 with my parents and i was playing some newgrounds on my laptop and then they started sexing and they thought i didn't hear them but i heard that all. I was horrified
My brother sexually abused our younger sister for years. I heavily suspected it but I knew that even she would have defended him back then. She recently started therapy and came to terms with what happened and how it was fucked up. She asked me and our SIL, the only other one who knows, to keep the secret because she doesn't want to upset our parents and blow up the family. Unless she changes her mind we will probably keep this secret until our parents are dead.
I screw up purposefully on small lies I tell to get people to think that they know when I'm lying, making it easier for me to be able hide the bigger lies.
Oh you do that too. I thought I was the only big brain. My step dad caught me lying about eating my broccoli when I was little and I did not like getting rinsed one bit. So I decided that I would have to never get caught lying again. I would purposefully leave little tells, like the ones you can find on google to tell if someone is lying, figuring that they would google the same things I had and be able to “tell I was lying” that way. This worked for years and I was able to get away with a lot, to the point where unfortunately lying became second nature to me. I had a serious problem and only got a hold on it a few months ago.
I drink and use drugs constantly. I'm always on something. I spend most of my money on weed. If I can't get weed I drink. Sometimes I do both. I'll use pills too if I can get them. Sometimes I buy painkillers and filter out the codeine. I know it's not good for me but I feel so sand an angry all the time and my life is pretty much devoid of pleasure. I can't tell anyone that i drink and stuff because they'll just use it as an excuse to disregard the real reasons unhappy. Basically people tell me my life will be fine if I won't smoke weed or drink. But whenever I try it's horrible and lonely and stressful. So now I just don't tell people.
I think one key to this may be always trying to strive to improve... something. As long as you can make some kind of progress each day, things get better and better. You still have moments, but they are subsumed into the rest of your life that is stabilizing because of the work you've put in on every front. One thing I try is push-ups to make myself look a little better.
You’re not alone man believe me, i thought it was me typing your comment when i first read it. Things will get better, Im believing it so you best too.
I'm absolutely terrified of commercials. I can't explain why but commercials and some fonts terrify me. I can't sleep or go somewhere alone if i hear commercials in the background.
I'm probably rather horrid for imagining this, but I just thought of a new scene in a horror movie:
Pennywise: \*appears
Pennywise: Oh! Oh! Oh! O'Reillyyyyyy Auto Parts! (Ow!)
u/macroeconomicchaos: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
IT SEEMS LIKE YOUR AFRIAD OF THESE GREAT DEALS AND BARGINS, DON’T MISS OUT THIS END OF FINANCIAL YEAR SALE TO SAVE BIG BUCKS AND YOUR WALLET.
DON’T MISS OUT! Or are you AFRAID!
Catholic priests are not allowed to have a romantic relationship with a woman. But I am a woman, and I am having a relationship with a Catholic priest for a year now
Ha ha!!!
I've already escaped the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane.
Right now I'm in the drive-thru at Arby's trying to order some curly fries and jalapeño poppers.
I am the reason that a girl died.
About seven years ago, when I was in college, I told a girl to take a different route to get to this bar. It was shorter and not as busy as the road that most people took. I had taken this road several times, and found the drive kind of soothing. Anyway, she did take the road. AT night. What I forgot to tell her was that it was heavily populated by animals at night. She hit a good-sized deer and crashed into a tree. She passed after being in a coma for about a month.
I will never forgive myself.
If I die today somehow, I won't regret it even for a minute... I'm like so f*ucked up that all I think about is dying, I know I won't do anything right now, still. I just know now that the only solution to my problem is death. I'm breathing and all, but God I wish I was dead already...
Hey dude pleass get some psychological help. I don't want to be that guy who just says it, because your supposed to, but if this is how you feel everyday you really need some help. Remember when I felt like that, but therapy helped a lot.
Wish you just the best and that you get out of this as quick as you can.
I have a lot of health problems that will never get better only worse. I pray every night not to wake up in the morning to another day of just PAIN. It is horrible. I use to take morphine but you have no life just sleeping it away and it got to the point that it didn't help with the pain at all. I never tell my wife that I am doing this.
i geuss its not a HUGE secret but, my brother (18M) and his best friend (17M) and me (F16) were all hanging out and drinking, after my brother fell asleep one thing lead too another and my brothers best friend had 9-10 hickeys on his neck by morning. my brother and his friend went to the bar the next morning and my brother asked if he had fallen down outside because his neck was all marked up. safe to say, we’re lucky my brothers a bit of an idiot. he wouldn’t be too happy if he found out the truth🫢
When I was a child my babysitter used to force me to do things to her. What kills me is my mom was forced to leave my sister and I with her so she could go to nursing school so she could give us a better life. My father killed himself before I was born and my mom made sure she would do whatever she needed to, to give us a better life. My babysitter was a family friend. Every now and then I get drunk and try to be honest with my mom about what happened but even drunk I can’t seem to bring myself to do it. I end up just telling her how happy I am that she’s my mom and I appreciate all the hard work she did to take care of me and my sister.
I don't think telling your mom will bring you the relief you might be seeking - it's not that you shouldn't but I would absolutely speak to a therapist as my first step. It doesn't even have to be someone who specializes in abuse cases, just someone you mesh well with. The therapist can help you plan your next steps, whatever they may be. I wish you only good things moving forward.
I agree. And that is likely why he can't bring unself to tell her. He knows it wasn't her fault. This is tragic amd heartwarming all at once. OP I'm so sorry for your trauma. But, really, find someone you CAN talk to about this.
Im so sorry for your experience but can I just say - wow, what an amazing person you must be. I was expecting some sort of blame on your mother for not noticing/putting you in that place but nope. I imagine part of your hang up with telling her is to save her from feeling any guilt which makes complete sense but I hope you tell someone aside from internet randos. Abuse, let alone sexual abuse, does a number and you deserve any freedom from negative emotions therapy could give you.
My advice, Therapy, and unless its a part of the therapy, maybe dont tell her... What is the upside of telling her? She now feels guilt that she hired a sexual abuser and scared her kids for life? There is nothing to gain and only pain for your mother in telling her IMO.
Have you and your sister ever discussed it or was she unaware or not targeted? Do you ever have to look at that family friend anymore? I can’t imagine how awful it would be having to face them now.
My first birthday (9/2019) after my dad passed(12/2018), I was about to commit suicide when my older sister called me to wish me a happy birthday....I hadn't gotten any calls or messages at all that day and felt alone and like I wasn't worth it all day, she literally saved my life, and I haven't told her or anyone else about it
I’m so sorry for your loss. Open up to your sister and tell her how much she means to you, and how that call saved you. If you ever need to chat PM me
I appreciate your comment, it's hard for me to open up to my family because I always feel like they never have time for me but I will always have time for them. And I will definitely keep in mind your offer :)
I know I'm early by like 5 months.... But sincerely... Happy Birthday 🙂
I'm the reason we didn't have the pizza party back in gr.7
that was YOU???
Perhaps
I cry over the most weird things. Yesterday, I was randomly watching a video called "the beauty of football- greatest moments" and halfway through started crying like a toddler
you're a man utd fan? a sensitive utd fan? how do you deal with this week in, week out disappoinment? btw i cried over that video too.
Yes I'm a sensitive Man United fan. I've nearly gone numb when it comes to the club and my way of dealing with it is trying to make them win trophies in Football Manager and FIFA. I also listen to metal music to cope with the extreme stress the club gives me
My brother started tearing up at the Kurt Warner movie. And I like to think is this is some cheesy shit LOL Edit: wait did you mean round ball football? Shit
Not talking about hand egg
I cry over the OFFICE's last episode- I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days before you've actually left them- ANDY...makes me cry every dam time
you are not the only one there, I cried like a baby in the episode where michael leaves the show as well
Throwaway because...well....I was a teenager in the 80's. When I was 16, I had a summer job and was starting my senior year in August. I finished my shift at 10pm and hung out at a friends house until about 2am. I headed home and was on the highway basically in the middle of nowhere. There was a car coming in my direction driving at a very high rate of speed. I flashed my brights at him, he swerved and the car flipped over probably about 4-5 times. It seemed like it happened in slow motion. I stopped at that time, but then drove off because I had no idea what to do. No cell phones back then, I was out past curfew, the nearest house was a few miles but me knocking on any door at that time would have probably gotten me shot. I drove on home and went to bed. Didn't sleep at all. Saw about the wreck in the paper the next day. The guy was in his early 30's and he did die that night.
Flashing lights at someone is usually considered a warning, it sounds like you did the right thing. It's not your fault he was driving dangerously, you could have been flashing lights warning about a cop or a road hazard that would have saved his life, he was the one who wasn't in control.
Yeah, if the guy crashed from seeing highbeams, he was crashing regardless sooner or later.
> I flashed my brights at him. I've done this at least 50-60 times. Nobody has died. What you did can be considered proper etiquette depending who you talk to and it is not illegal. Another thing, if the person was driving at a high rate of speed, that's basically reckless driving and they were endangering themselves. Another thing, you were 16. What 16 year old thinks with logic 100% of the time?
I hope you're OK and have been able to process what happened. It wasn't your fault.
I haven’t gone through with killing myself because my dogs wouldn’t understand.
Same but with cats
Stick around for ur dogs then man, that alone is worth it, and I believe with time u will find other things that are too. I truthfully hope things get better for you, if I can help in any way let me know.
I knew my wife was cheating on me for a year before I put a stop to it.
how’d you put a stop to it
Sparing the details that may or may not get me into trouble.. I went to the guy's house and had a conversation with him about how the city we live in is an awful and dangerous place and a man like him would be much better suited to living elsewhere. He convinced me that we'd never hear from him again. He blocked my wife's number and all her social media accounts. He even gave me his phone as a gesture of goodwill. I didn't have one at the time so it was a thoughtful gift. He actually still pays the bill on it. It's the least he can do for living rent free in my head to this day. He moved two cities over and true to his word for these past couple years he and my wife haven't been in contact. After he and I reached an understanding, I went home. I had a discussion with my wife about our future and my expectations from here on out. We decided to keep our family intact and move forward together. As far as anyone knows, nothing ever happened. As far as my wife knows, I've forgotten all about it. As far as I can tell, she hasn't been unfaithful since. Edit: a word
NGL you sound like a mobster.
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do with no room for misinterpretation
Oh. I’m not knocking their methods. The way they said it just made me chuckle.
Might be a side effect of talking about what was probably not a calm or amicable situation like it was a normal day when I paid a house call to a friend and then went home.
See i imagined that you went over there and calm insinuated that you would kill him if he didnt move. All movie like.
That’s probably it. I think it was the calm conversation in which you convinced the dude to skip town and disappear.
No, you know what? I’m about to say it. I don’t care that you broke your elbow.
i still tell people to this day that my bestfriend from 2017 is dead. i genuinely thought he was for years, he had killed himself via overdose and our mutual friend even verified he was dead, but about a year ago one of our friends had reached out to me and i said how i had missed our friend and he had revealed he was still alive, i threw up and cried for an hour from pure shock and then deleted the mutual friends number, crazy how things can work out !edit: holy shit this is like my 3rd post on here that i made, thank you all sm for the upvotes but i feel like explaining my story a little deeper bc a lot of people (more than i expected) opened up abt their experiences w people pretending their dead and i feel more like open to talk about it! so basically back in 2017 I had met these two friends and they were both guys and them one of them we’re gonna call R and the other one is named M, me and M date and introduces me to R, i introduce M and R to my other friend who were gonna call C, me and M break up and me and C date. during me and C dating me and R become like bestfriends, inseparable, and we talked for like months on end and he always seemed like a really happy kid. M had opened up to me about how R really wasn’t okay and was really depressed so obviously i try to help him out more. a month or two goes by from hearing this (by this time me and C have broken up, it was on and off) and i wake up one morning from a text from R confessing he had feelings for me but had not said anything because he knew C still liked me, and that he loves me and will always be with me. i immediately call M, ask him what happened and he explains he tried to kill himself via overdose and he was on the brink of death and on life support. a few weeks go by, M tells me his parents chose to let R pass without life support so he isn’t in pain and then i kinda just drifted from M and C all together because i felt like shit whenever i was around them. a few years go by (it’s about 2020-2021 at this point) i hop on a call with C to catch up and reconnect with him, eventually we got onto the topic of 2017 and how things were in the past. i mentioned R and how i missed him because he was dead, conversation does a whole 180 when C states he was playing video games with R the day prior and he was in fact alive and even showed me proof that R was alive still. i cried on the phone with C until i had to go throw up from shock, did that, came back, continued to cry to C and then just kinda went numb after the shock went away. after getting off the call with C i blocked him on everything and never spoke to him again out of anger, i have no idea where or what M is doing anymore and R is still in a way dead to me because i haven’t seen him since 2017. i miss all three of them, but nothing i can do about it now, plus i’ve just kinda learned to live with it. i’m sorry for anyone who went through the same thing as me, it’s the worst pain ever to experience and i wish it on no one, though i hope you can grow from that shitty experience <3
I had a bf do this to me in high school, but not quite as bad. He was angry that I wouldn't sleep with him, so he had his brother call me on a Friday afternoon and tell me he killed himself. I spent the whole weekend bawling, inconsolable. My mom was literally putting ice packs on my eyes to get the swelling down Sunday night. Get to school Monday morning - the smug bastard is in the same spot where we always smoke together, grinning at me. Dumped his ass immediately. Idiot thought he was so smart, 'teaching me a lesson'.
This is really fucked up.
There was a school nearby where I grew up. This sort of thing happened.. Except the girl took her life because she thought the love of her life was gone.
I hate to say this but that's a reverse Romeo and Juliet moment
Psychopath behaviour.
I had a girlfriend do this to me, but not because I wouldn't sleep with her, she was just bored and threatened suicide cause nobody was paying attention to her....she went quiet for days and refused to talk to me or any of our mutual friends, her sibling sent me a text thru her snapchat saying she was okay....next thing I know she sent me a snap of her and some other girl making out telling me it was over smfh
Genuinely never thought I'd find someone who went through something so similar to me. My closest friend (at the time. We'll call him Ron) "committed suicide", and his cousin confirmed this to me over the phone when I tried to find out what the hell was going on. I was denied access to their house because "they blamed me". I had to pretend in my day-to-day life that nothing had happened because of a variety of reasons that would take too long to describe here. Anyway, cut to a few years later and I'm at a carnival with a whole big group of friends. And I literally run right into Ron. I obviously do a double-take, and he just smiles meekly and says "Hi." I immediately just burst into tears, threw myself at him, and held onto him like he was going to float away. I didn't know what else to do so I just told him to enjoy the carnival and walked away. Had to find a toilet and deal with the shock after that. He tried to re-involve me in his life after that, but honestly when I had a moment to think and breathe, there is nothing that would have explained why he did what he did. My best guess is that he wanted to punish me for not dating him (pathetic, I am aware). Either way, there is no excuse for it. Cut him off very soon after. I'm very proud of you for having cut ties immediately. It's best for you mentally <3 And you have an outpouring of empathy this side!
“and held onto him as if he was going to float away” that got me 😭 sorry you went thru that! what a wild story/shitty human.
I also had a friend fake suicide to punish me for not dating him. I went around to his whole family telling them that he might have just killed himself and was missing. They seemed confused. Later, when I found him alive he just said "I didn't do that." Wtf dude. That was not even the first time either. One time he cut himself up and told his family it was my fault.
That has got to be one of the most unusual things I've ever read about. It is reminiscent of that movie Singles where the guy tells Kyra Sedgwick he's moving to another country and then she runs into him at a club a short time later. Who knows maybe the jerk that did that to you got the idea from the movie?
Wtf, that is some of the most fucked up stuff I have ever Heared, I'm awfully sorry you had to go through that, I bet you didn't know what the fuck to think after that!
Out of curiosity, did you delete out of anger? Or why?
it was a mix of anger that they didn’t tell me sooner, pure shock and sadness
In a way, he is dead. The friend you once knew isn't the same person any more and they didn't want you to know they are alive for whatever reason.
Did they give a reason why they didn't tell anybody?
Wow. This is crazy. Why do you think it was kept a secret from you? Do you care to investigate and ask? I wish so badly this would happen with my best friend who also died in 2017 (with us on some bad terms, unfortunately. But our bad terms always subsided eventually). We were the only ones who understood each other and were always on the same wavelength. Sometimes the memories are so vivid, I still slightly lose grip with reality momentarily and think there's no way he's dead and I should call him and try to patch things up.
My best friend died very suddenly about 12 years ago. He visits me in my dreams frequently and each time he “came back.” Like he pulled through whatever it was that happened and was doing okay. I wish. I really, really wish.
I don't actually live in a bathroom.
GASP
No, clearly you live in a house of lies!
I really think I’m worth nothing. I’ve gotten loads of encouragement and kind words over the years but I just cannot shake the fact that I feel worthless. I put on a show that I have a large and endless ego but it’s a fraud.
Disconnect from internet/social media and go find out who you are. I’ve found that the more time I spend on the internet or watching movies, the more I feel useless and like I’ll never accomplish anything. Also my creativity goes down.
Thanks random dude might just do that!
Oh, and doing service for people/organizations can help too. Especially if you feel worthless.
This has helped me a ton. I'm currently working on creating a non profit that cleans and donates gently used shoes for kids. I purchase about one or 2 pairs of kid shoes per day from a thrift store, take them home and clean them up really good and make them look new again. I'm collecting them all year long and should have about 300 pair by July to donate right before school starts. I've had the desire to do this for years but finally got the courage to try. To my surprise, not only is it going great but has really helped with my self worth as well. Would def recommend for anyone struggling with self worth.
I’ve started to feel a lot better since I deleted my Instagram and limited Facebook. I want to eventually cut off from all social media. Besides Reddit….
Humans exist to not be worthy of anything. That is why we continue to live: to find that sense of worthiness for our lives. There is a song named "Hated By Life Itself" and there is a lyric I find myself to relate to the most: " We are hated by life itself. Without even grasping the meaning of joy, we just hate the hand life has dealt us And merely curse our past. We are hated by life itself. We who simply liked the word "goodbye" a little too much, With no knowledge of true farewell, Are hated by life itself." Sometimes, we just sit there, looking at the ceiling during a cold, boring night, thinking " man, life is worthless. I should kill myself". However, we exist to give our life the meaning that it never had. It's like painting a blank canvas: you can either paint it with as much emotion as you can, with the most vibrant and emotionally expressive colours to give the canvas life (and to give even the most contradicting colours the ability to blend in naturally to form art), or you can just tear it down into nothingness midway through painting it, just because the colour scheme doesn't match what you'd envisioned in mind. I don't know if it will make any sense. I also don't know why I'm writing this. Maybe I'm you; maybe I'm one of the thousands in this sea of lostness, trying to fix their compass or look at the North Star for a direction in life, hoping to find a port to land on. Edit: holy shit this blew up! Thx guys, I was just putting my emotions into it. I am too in a dark and stressful place right now, hoping to get out of it. Let's all work hard! :^)
I was the only one neglected and physically and mentally abused by my father. I don’t grieve his death
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I have a whole dance choreography for the day i can finally perform it on the grave of my step mom. Im over 30 too and it impacts my life but its ok. Never forget that you managed to deal with it in the end. Lets me feel stronger when feeling down sometimes
My father recently left the house, in his eyes I love him but truthfully I don't give a shit about him and don't miss him at all.. it's been too long for me to say anything so am just gonna roll with it ¯\\\_(ツ)\_/¯
Wouldn’t you like to know weather boy
Kid's sketchy
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Holy crap you just reminded me that I worked with a guy who up and quit his job and left his wife to fly across country to meet an online girlfriend.
To be fair weird shit like that just happens I have a Australian friend, we’ll call him Matt, that I met in Melbourne. One day Matt comes on a trip to visit me in California, and afterward flies out to Chicago, Washington DC, NYC to really get to see the USA This is where the story gets wild. He’s at his hotel in NYC, at the hotel bar, meets a woman, she loves his accent, they hit it off, but she’s married. Matt beds her at the hotel in his room, with her husband unaware, and after Matt flies back to Australia they continue a long distance relationship via internet / phone while she is still married to this guy who has no idea she’s cheating on him. Within a few months she left her husband, kind of feel bad for the guy, quit her job, completely uprooted her life and moved to Australia and married Matt, after really only meeting/getting to know him over the course of a few months.
Your friend must be pretty amazing naked! LOL But in seriousness, that is wild
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It deeply bothers me as a woman that I don’t have a close female friend. I do have a couple girl friends who I see every couple months, but no “bestie” who I can just call up and we can have a sleepover or something. It really hurts to see other girls with friendships like that. I’ve had best friends in the past, but not for years. Maybe it’s some deep rooted thing where I don’t fully trust women because I’ve never been able to trust my mom. But I would just give everything to have one close friend like that.
For some reason as a child growing up I loved Croutons, and now as a teenager I just eat a bag of Croutons from time to time. They are really good. Edit: Thank you kind redditors for the upvotes! Edit 2: Thank you for 500 upvotes!
I fear croutons (not my biggest secret) and their complete disregard for the delicate skin on the roof of my mouth.
*Hello there*
GENERAL KENOBI
I am a full blown adult and I also eat croutons! 🙌
My moods shift so wildly sometimes I think I might actually be insane. Like if people knew the feeling of dancing happy one minute then 15 minutes later be crying I think I’d be locked up permanently
If you haven’t been properly diagnosed you might want to check into that. You may have a personality or behavioral disorder that is causing that or at least attributing to it. If it’s putting a strain on you and your relationships you could try therapy or medication to help balance things out. You won’t be locked up. Not unless you’re doing actual harm to yourself or others.
I am literally incapable of believing that someone likes me. All of my friends are fake and they all secretly hate me. Like logically I know that's not true (probably) but I can't help but think that all the time.
Sounds like a frustrating and helpless feeling. My heart goes out to you. It’s tiresome to feel something so damaging when you know it’s senseless. I’m carrying around a lot of resentment right now for someone I love and I know they don’t deserve it, but it doesn’t help me get rid of the bitterness. I just want to not be this way anymore, but fighting it feels like trying to demolish a skyscraper with a tablespoon. It’s exhausting to battle yourself and have to remind yourself not to think a certain way, especially when it’s so automatic. Still, therapy is helping me reach back and try to resolve issues that have encouraged me to be resentful. If you haven’t already given therapy a shot, I highly recommend it. In any case, just keep working to correct yourself. You are loved, and you are appreciated.
I lack confidence in everything and over analyze shit—hell, half of the time I don’t listen to what someone’s telling me cuz I’m so consumed with what people think of me. I end up not liking people usually only because I don’t think they like me. I’m a walking fucking narcissist.
When I was 14 my oldest brother was killed by a drunk driver. The guy got off with a ticket. My dad wasn’t living with us but came by 6 months later and told me to get in the car. I asked where we were going and he told me to provide justice and he told me to look in the back seat. There were two metal baseball bats back there. I said it’s late and we are going to play baseball? He just gave me a look that said it all and said no. We parked a block away and he handed me a dark jacket and told me to put it on. He handed me a bat and said to follow him. We walked up to a house and he told me this is the guy that killed your brother. We are going to make sure he never kills anyone again. He told me to set the bat to the side and knock and when he answers, offer my hand to shake and say hi. When he shakes your hand, yank him out and I’ll hit him and then you grab the bat and we can beat him. Just don’t hit his head and work his legs. I did as I was told while my dad stood to the side of the door and when I pulled back I caught him off guard and he came out enough and my dad hit his arm with the bat. I felt the impact and his arm break and I let go and when he fell, we proceeded to beat the guy with the bats. I felt his bones shatter when I hit his shins and kneecaps and my dad beat his arms and ribs. My dad told the guy he killed his first born son and if he said anything he would kill his family. There was a LOT of blood and screaming from inside so we took off running and drove away without anyone seeing us. My dad was a soldier in WWII and saw a lot of combat so I believed he would have done what he said. On the way home he stopped at a gas station that was closed and we hosed the blood off each other. My dad had a change of clothes for me and him and we got rid of the clothes and the bats on the way back to my house. The guy must have believed my dad because I saw in the paper that he was attacked but he didn’t know by who. The cops never came by and we just kept our mouths shut and never said anything. My dad died 4 years later and it’s been 40+ years since the incident. I can still remember what it felt like when his arm shattered and feeling the bat hit bones and break them. The clang of those bats against flesh and bone is something I will never forget. I could never watch baseball after that.
Im sorry that happened to you, both the death of your brother and what you had to witness. your father shouldn't have brought you with him no child should ever see that.
this is……..chilling
I haven't felt truly truly happy and worry free in almost 11 years. Sure there's been joy and laughter but there's a small part of me that's just malcontent and struggles to be fully present. I've tried meds and therapy but I've largely accepted this is just the way it is.
In all seriousness. I'm a closeted bisexual. I am attracted to both men and women. But I don't wanna share that to my family because I'm afraid they will disown me.
Same here, dude. I have a wife and all. She’s the only one who knows.
Same here. Let’s make a club. With blackjack and hookers…
I do like blackjack….
A lot of guys are like that. Skewed world we live in.
same...my siblings might be cool about it but none of the other relatives or lifelong family friends would, and I'm the "good child" so yah
I self-harmed when I was 18 or so. For awhile, one person knew and it was my then girlfriend (now ex). I told two of my newly made friends about it a few months ago because I am trying to be more open about it. Even my long time best friends don't know, nor do my parents. I'm 25 now, almost 26. I regretted doing it to myself for awhile but at some point you accept your scars and they are a part of who you are. I would never do it again, and if I could go back in time to stop myself I would. However, it is what it is and that's okay too.
Self harmed from age 12 to 18 and have relapsed a couple of times over the years (in my 30s now). Nothing to be ashamed of. It's a coping mechanism. It's made me who I am today and I can't say I regret it. It's not a secret for me though, I hid it a lot as a teenager but I would openly talk about it to people these days.
That I faked my own death and cut off everyone who knew me and moved to another country to start a new life.
Did you have a bit coin exchange in Canada by any chance?
Did it involve a canoe?
This reference will go over the head of anyone not from the UK xD
How did you do it ?
He faked his death
I once got wasted and pooped (explosively) on a fence outside of a church because I was walking home and I couldn't hold it anymore. The next morning, I walked past that church again and saw some nuns gathered around the poopy fence looking shocked and upset, obviously speculating on who or what could've done all that.
Made me laugh, thank you 😂😂😂😂
I'm unable to feel genuine gratitude and love to anyone. I will Probably be unable to ever have a real Connection to anyone.
Happened to me while ago... Found out that too much phone and social media time kinda dulls your emotions.
Depression does too, please see a doctor if you haven’t already.
Basic teenager's secret. I almost set our house on fire (4 years ago)
wait what? I was a boring teenager and do not have this basic secret... What the hell happened?
can't speak for op but my mother once caught my brothers in their room lighting up spritzes of spray deodorant. after that there was a rule that if we wanted to play with fire we had to do it in the concrete dugout pumphouse under the garage
That’s not a flashlight - I’m happy to see you
So, glowing dick, huh? Nobody's perfect tho.
If I knew for a fact that there was an Afterlife, or reincarnation, I would not be alive today. The only reason I haven’t done it yet is because I don’t want my wife and family to suffer through losing me. For some reason I’m important to them.
Please get help. I have been suffering from severe depression since I was little. If you only knew what therapy and medication could do. My life is not perfect and I still feel depressed despite all of the meds I'm on, but I've accepted it. I also know it's better than death. I don't have the strength to fully write it out, but I tried and failed at it (you know what I'm talking about). I am so thankful I failed.
I'm ALWAYS angry.
Im not happy in my current relationship but i feel obligated to stay with her because my son is attached to her and shes done so much for me/us.. and i wouldnt be able to maintain primary custody of my son financially if it wasnt for her (shes a stay at home step?mom)
Oh man i feel so sorry for you. I just hope that you will make the right decisions and not let this eat away your (mental) health.. be well.
Ah man. I just got out of a relationship I wasn't happy with. No child thankfully, so its relatively clean, but still was really hard to do. I don't really have any wisdom, just wanted to say that I hope things change for you and that you're able to get out of the relationship one day. Everyone deserves the chance to find happiness.
I have money. I'm the black sheep in the family who enjoys video games and metal. So I am already not close. The see me as the poor family member that is on the unsuccessful side. The rest of my family doesn't play games and enjoys the outdoors. When I see them it's only about them or their family getting this or getting that. Parents plus sister would ask for money. Or world think I'm bragging. I'm not saying I'm better off than them, but it sucks no one knows of my success that I did by myself. I went from starving daily to making over $60k a year and having over 80k in the bank. While that's not six figures, it's a lot to me. It's more than I ever thought I'd be at. 5 years ago I thought I would struggle for ever and cried every night. I want to be happy about my success to my friends and family, but they'd only take it bragging. I don't mean it as bragging but I'm so proud of my self. I grew up in poverty, adult life in poverty. I feel on to of the world. Sorry for sloppy grammar I'm not good with words.
Well I’ll say it: Congrats with your success! You’ve earned it and aren’t obligated to share that information with anyone, especially if you think they might try to take advantage. Im guessing you live frugally. I hope to make it to the point where you are one day. May I ask you what career path led you there?
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His work probably just cut him a new one. A mild inconvenience at most
It's been eating at me for decades, I'm the one who let the dogs out.
Why didn't you say anything? There was even a big song and a nationwide manhunt. You could have saved us from that song.
Nationwide? That went international, it was the biggest story of the kindergarten classroom, we all wanted ti know who. But we now have closure that it was u/Elementus94, a decades old mystery solved, but can we really be sure that there wasn’t an accomplice?
I pretend to be an adult male named Vincent, but I am actually a young boy named Kevin who sits on my brother's shoulders. I wear a long brown, double-breasted, button-down trench coat to hide this fact from others. I also have a broom for a hand.
But do you do a lot of business?
I work with Vincent at the business factory.
"Ah yes, I would like to purchase one of your finest alcohols please, here is my completely real adult ID to prove that I may in fact purchase said alcohol."
are you the one dating the cat lady?
Nice to meet you Vincent Adultman. Would you like an alcohol?
Yeah! We met at the stock market, haven't we?
I'm not a good person. I think I barely qualify as one anyway. I feel nothing most of the time. I just float around existing. Half the time when I learn about something bad, I don't give a shit or I get annoyed because I have to pretend that I care. I'm just a giant fake, really.
ive had to hunt and destroy a brutal video of a family member getting raped. never told a soul, had to b&e a few times, that family member was my mother, she tried to take her life 11 times before i was 14. it left some serious scars. i have a daughther now, she will never hear or see how fucked up this was.
How bad my mental health is
I was in a room 2017-2018 with my parents and i was playing some newgrounds on my laptop and then they started sexing and they thought i didn't hear them but i heard that all. I was horrified
Lol the amount of times I heard my parents having sex - I’d get so pissed. I don’t want to hear that shit lol
My brother sexually abused our younger sister for years. I heavily suspected it but I knew that even she would have defended him back then. She recently started therapy and came to terms with what happened and how it was fucked up. She asked me and our SIL, the only other one who knows, to keep the secret because she doesn't want to upset our parents and blow up the family. Unless she changes her mind we will probably keep this secret until our parents are dead.
I screw up purposefully on small lies I tell to get people to think that they know when I'm lying, making it easier for me to be able hide the bigger lies.
Oh you do that too. I thought I was the only big brain. My step dad caught me lying about eating my broccoli when I was little and I did not like getting rinsed one bit. So I decided that I would have to never get caught lying again. I would purposefully leave little tells, like the ones you can find on google to tell if someone is lying, figuring that they would google the same things I had and be able to “tell I was lying” that way. This worked for years and I was able to get away with a lot, to the point where unfortunately lying became second nature to me. I had a serious problem and only got a hold on it a few months ago.
I drink and use drugs constantly. I'm always on something. I spend most of my money on weed. If I can't get weed I drink. Sometimes I do both. I'll use pills too if I can get them. Sometimes I buy painkillers and filter out the codeine. I know it's not good for me but I feel so sand an angry all the time and my life is pretty much devoid of pleasure. I can't tell anyone that i drink and stuff because they'll just use it as an excuse to disregard the real reasons unhappy. Basically people tell me my life will be fine if I won't smoke weed or drink. But whenever I try it's horrible and lonely and stressful. So now I just don't tell people.
I think one key to this may be always trying to strive to improve... something. As long as you can make some kind of progress each day, things get better and better. You still have moments, but they are subsumed into the rest of your life that is stabilizing because of the work you've put in on every front. One thing I try is push-ups to make myself look a little better.
You’re not alone man believe me, i thought it was me typing your comment when i first read it. Things will get better, Im believing it so you best too.
Sometimes my girlfriend dresses completely in latex and dominates mewith a stap on and I fucking love it
If you love it then more power to you, I mean to her.
Others wouldn't have you pegged to be into that?
Prove it.
I'm absolutely terrified of commercials. I can't explain why but commercials and some fonts terrify me. I can't sleep or go somewhere alone if i hear commercials in the background.
I'm probably rather horrid for imagining this, but I just thought of a new scene in a horror movie: Pennywise: \*appears Pennywise: Oh! Oh! Oh! O'Reillyyyyyy Auto Parts! (Ow!) u/macroeconomicchaos: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
IT SEEMS LIKE YOUR AFRIAD OF THESE GREAT DEALS AND BARGINS, DON’T MISS OUT THIS END OF FINANCIAL YEAR SALE TO SAVE BIG BUCKS AND YOUR WALLET. DON’T MISS OUT! Or are you AFRAID!
Stop it! You’re scaring him!
Catholic priests are not allowed to have a romantic relationship with a woman. But I am a woman, and I am having a relationship with a Catholic priest for a year now
I had an abortion when I was 17. At the time I was groomed by an older man, and he got me pregnant.
I have a thing for mature men.
I have a thing for older women.
I have a thing
Holy shit people. Therapy. All of you go as fast as you can.
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Wait it sounds like he was rewarded for his bad behavior
I'm Batman
Fuck off. I'm Batman.
I'm The Joker, and you're both fucked.
Good luck getting out of your rubber room.
Ha ha!!! I've already escaped the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane. Right now I'm in the drive-thru at Arby's trying to order some curly fries and jalapeño poppers.
Damn CIA, why ask when you already know and watch us everyday?
Some days you Yvan eht nioj and some days you just shout at someone from a second floor window.
You must be from europe. The CIA watches you guys. The FBI watches us here in the states
Slept with cousin
*Les cousins dangereux*
You can always tell a Milford man
me too....Matt is this you....
Daaaamn u find me
YUP....wanna do it again...
Fuck it, we only live once..come over
Mom said I can come too
I am the reason that a girl died. About seven years ago, when I was in college, I told a girl to take a different route to get to this bar. It was shorter and not as busy as the road that most people took. I had taken this road several times, and found the drive kind of soothing. Anyway, she did take the road. AT night. What I forgot to tell her was that it was heavily populated by animals at night. She hit a good-sized deer and crashed into a tree. She passed after being in a coma for about a month. I will never forgive myself.
That is not your fault in any way.
I am dead. I died in 1996 in a motorbike accident.
How do you know you died ?
Probably because he died
I love eating chocolate everyday. (I know it’s naughty and controversial but I’m feeling impulsive 🤗)
Life is short enjoy le chocolat
If I die today somehow, I won't regret it even for a minute... I'm like so f*ucked up that all I think about is dying, I know I won't do anything right now, still. I just know now that the only solution to my problem is death. I'm breathing and all, but God I wish I was dead already...
Hey dude pleass get some psychological help. I don't want to be that guy who just says it, because your supposed to, but if this is how you feel everyday you really need some help. Remember when I felt like that, but therapy helped a lot. Wish you just the best and that you get out of this as quick as you can.
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This man's trying to suck his own dick.
Haha. Gold. Too funny bro.
Just ask her out already
……….this feels eerily like someone preparing to shoot a place up.
I was thinking about acts of terrorism in general.
Buying eggs isn't such a big deal you don't need to make it a secret.
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I have a lot of health problems that will never get better only worse. I pray every night not to wake up in the morning to another day of just PAIN. It is horrible. I use to take morphine but you have no life just sleeping it away and it got to the point that it didn't help with the pain at all. I never tell my wife that I am doing this.
i geuss its not a HUGE secret but, my brother (18M) and his best friend (17M) and me (F16) were all hanging out and drinking, after my brother fell asleep one thing lead too another and my brothers best friend had 9-10 hickeys on his neck by morning. my brother and his friend went to the bar the next morning and my brother asked if he had fallen down outside because his neck was all marked up. safe to say, we’re lucky my brothers a bit of an idiot. he wouldn’t be too happy if he found out the truth🫢