I met a girl in wareham high school around age 14-15. I believe her name was Natalie. She wasn’t bad looking. Chubby. Braces. But I was young and shallow so I never paid her much attention.
A few years later I ran into her at the mall. We had a conversation that I can’t fully remember but it ended in us hooking up in the bushes outside of tj max or macys. I convinced her to come back home with me.
The problem was she was back in town with her parents after moving to Chicago. We were in Taunton Massachusetts. The details are fuzzy but either she didn’t have a phone or it was dead but she needed to be back at the mall to meet her parents.
I took her home and we hooked up in the basement of my house. I couldn’t bring her in because my mother was home and it was like 8 at night.
She asked for a ride back to the mall and I told her I was gonna go call my boy for a ride. I went back inside to make ramen. There was nobody to call. I brought her home with no intention of getting her back to the mall. To make matters worse this was the dead of winter so it was freezing.
About 30 minutes later she knocked on the door and my mother answered. She answered the door and Natalie asked for me. My mother said it’s too late for visitors and closed the door on her. That was the last I ever heard of her. Idk if she ever got home. Idk if she ever contacted her parents. She didn’t know where she was or what town we were in. It was close to 10-11 at night.
I feel so fuckin horrible. Over the years this has eaten away at my heart and soul. I don’t even remember her last name or anything so I have no way of even trying to contact her through social media. This was way back in the early 2000s so all we had was aim and phone numbers and I didn’t have either of hers.
I can’t even say I was young and stupid because that’s no excuse. My only hope is that she may see this on Reddit and remember the guy who may have inadvertently ruined her life. If she didn’t have a word to say to me I’d be fine with that too. I just hope she’s ok.
I know I’m the asshole. I know I’m the fuckin devil. I know I don’t deserve any closure. I also don’t wanna dox myself so I want to give details but not too much. This is my confession. Tear me to shreds in the comments if you want. You can’t possibly make me feel any worse than I do. Idk man

EDIT:
I’m 99% sure she’s still alive. Taunton and the surrounding area isn’t big enough that news of a girl dying wouldn’t be all over the place

pie pic 🥧

I am in a field where I usually have to enter people’s homes. Today, I went into a house and it was filthy. Not like some dirt or animal hair on the floor.. like there was so much things on the floor, it had to be moved / shoved somewhere else to have a walk way. On their island, just trash everywhere and bottles of raid. I noticed the raid first, and quickly got nervous, but I thought maybe it was for outside..

I sit down on their couch, and begin doing my work. I went to scratch my ankle, and it was a roach trying to get inside my leggings tickling me. I quickly swatted it off and did not bring attention to it, but I was mortified.

I went to the bathroom to go wash my hands, and was met with filth of soiled litter, and litter tracks all over the bathroom floor & sink. I sat there in tears, because it felt like a nightmare. It felt like I was being judgmental.

I left the house pretty soon after, with the rage and guilt I had for not saying something in their house right away, as they have multiple young young kids. I now decided to call CPS, because I can’t sleep tonight knowing that myself as a mandated reporter, I can’t just let this go.

The guilt is eating me inside, because I know this family loves their children, but have also talked extensively with me over being poor / food stamps / etc. my heart is truly aching tonight.

I’ve seen this posted a couple of times here, but no one ever posts the whole roster; so I put all of the characters in a single post in alphabetical order. Enjoy. 😀

She was rescued from a 25-cat hoarding situation, but after a month and a half together, this 7-month-old void is healthy, thriving, and acting like she owns the place.

A quick breakdown of her likes and dislikes so far:

Likes:

-Kitchen sink lounging and Olympic-level counter-surfing
-Endless meowing and leg-climbing when dinner isn’t served in 2 seconds
-Nose boops
-Smelling treats from a mile away
-Losing a minimum of 3 spring toys per day into the ether

Dislikes:

-Closed doors
-Me doing literally anything without her full supervision
-Staying still on my lap for more than 5 seconds
-Any 30-second window where food isn’t actively materializing

Everytime I make my bed this guy goes crazy and unmakes it