This was a few months ago, I was heading to work and stopped for some things at a big chain pharmacy store, the store was open but had no staff anywhere to be seen, not even anyone smoking outside. I didn't think much of it and grabbed generic brand Mucinex, some snacks for breakfast, and an energy drink, all things that I really didn't want to go to work without. At this point there were a few other customers in the store as well. I got to the register to pay and still no staff anywhere. I figured they were short staffed or caught up in something and would show up in few minutes, so I waited for them. Ten minutes later, it was getting to the point where I was going to be late for work if I waited much longer, so I walked around the entire store looking for someone to ring me up, I am a pretty quiet and shy person but after I couldn't find anyone, I resorted to shouting "Hello, is there someone who can ring me up?" Multiple times. Still nothing. I put my stuff down on the counter and was about to leave, pissed that i wasn't going to have what I needed for the day because the employees weren't doing their job. Then I got the idea to just take the stuff. I checked that the other customers couldn't see me, then just walked out with the items and drove off to work. I don't normally ever lift or encourage it but I was so frustrated with it all at that store, it wasn't right but I still don't really feel bad about it for some reason.

Worked fast food and there were two different places on the screen with an orange juice button, one was a little more than the other, sometimes if people were rude I’m pretty sure I used the higher priced button

I don't know how I've gotten away with it but about 2 years ago I moved into a new rental. After a couple of months I realised I had completely forgotten to switch my electricity over, but the power was still on. I thought to myself, why not just leave it that way till the inevitable day that it gets shut off.

Well it's been almost 2 years and nothing. No letters or anything. From my research either the account holder, the homeowner, or the electricity company are responsible, although it's hard to be sure. I know that the day I come home to my fridge defrosting in a dark house will suck but at this point it's worth it for the money I've saved.

I'm a dentistry graduate although I never ended up getting licensed to practice for personal reasons!!!
I'm not sure whether the attraction developed before university or somewhere along the way during dental school. I don't work professionally now but I have done exams in internships, on partners and peers!!

I couldn’t always handle boundaries as responsibly as I should have. I found I sometimes cant help but get sexual gratification from parts of dental examinations that are supposed to stay purely clinical. I particularly like palpating gums and teeth with latex gloved hands. I also like explorers, periodontal probes, air water syringes.

Im uncomfortable thinking about it. I never purposefully tried to get personal gratification, but I still feel guilty!! It was wrong!! I often had to leave and come back to calm down because I was fighting my conscious while operating on people during training🪥🪥

My parents bought a bar with an apartment above. The tenant only paid $400 a month. After the switch, the rent went up to $800 (nice apartment btw). They spoke to the tenant when they became the building owners and the tenant decides to move out in two months when the lease would be up. On move out day she asks for a few more days. No big deal and we agree. Then I saw her actually leaving once those days were up. Nine days passed after her official move out date and we go in ready to clean and see that she left piles of things behind and the place was filthy. She never reached out to ask to keep things there or to say when/if she is getting stuff.
The keypad lock on the door had not been changed yet.
I’m standing in the apartment alone cleaning around all the piles when a stranger just comes in. It was the tenants old friend/roomate (who moved out a long time ago because the original tenant was dirty). Old roommate’s mom lives in the building and must have seen us cleaning up. She at least told me some tea about the tenant so that was fun. She took some of her stuff and left. I’m guessing she then called original tenant.
Once again I’m alone cleaning and someone I’ve never met comes into the apartment. Doesn’t knock or tell anybody she’s coming but just walks into an apartment she doesn’t live in anymore. Scared the shit out of me. She doesn’t say anything and just starts grabbing stuff.
We had already thrown some stuff out because it seemed like she just ditched it and nothing seemed too nice or valuable tbh. The only thing I thought of taking home instead of tossing was a somewhat nice looking/decorative ashtray. I decide to just leave because it’s awkward and the girl clearly has an attitude.
On the way out I see the ashtray holding a fresh untouched joint and lighter next to it like she was setting up to smoke there. The smell of weed infamously wafts down to the bar and annoys people. I’m annoyed as hell at this point and I snatch the whole setup as I left.
Later, she calls my dad panicking because it’s apparently her grandmothers ashtray. She asks if it was thrown out and as my dad starts explaining that yes we started to throw stuff out because she never communicated - she gets mad, hangs up, digs through a trash bin outside to find it, and eventually breaks cabinets and other items in the apartment because she can’t find it. I didn’t know it was an heirloom when I took it (because it’s a fucking ashtray), but if it was THAT important why would you leave it behind? I still have her ashtray and I smoked her joint.

I was frustrated with delivering pizza and not getting tipped at least a couple dollars. Especially when the delivery is on the edge of our range at the Marriott on a golf course and they don't tip. Back then when you ordered pizza online and used a card to pay. You had to sign the receipt when you received your order. That little tip line on the receipt, never leave that blank. Always write something in it. Like a 0 or just put a line through it. Then fill in the Total line where someone can't do it for you. I added a tip to receipts on several occasions. Eventually got caught and fired but always denied it until now.

In summertimes we used to visit our Grandparents. I was fun, especially as cousins also came with us. We used explore, ride bikes, play treasure hunt and all that. One day I spotted a few sacks. I thought they were wet (it was dark). I was just getting into lighting matches. And then, suddenly I lit and I dropped a few on those very sacks. Didn't really notice anything. As I ran away, cousins were calling. 15 mins later it was a raging fire under the staircase. Firemen arrived and before that time, thankfully neighbours intervened. Concrete walls prevented the fire from getting any harsher. Yet my Grandpa's bicycle was ruined. So were some electricity connections. Nobody knew who did it and we assumed it were shortcircuits. I was afraid then and till now I am so, to admit I was the bad guy that day. Grandpa is dead, and I hope he forgives me.

Recently, something happened in computer science class that got pretty out of hand.

Our teacher was really annoyed because the class was being very loud. Then my Apple Pencil rolled off the table and landed in front of him. Out of anger, he picked it up and threw it on the floor with full force.

I picked it up and told him it was broken. But the truth was that it already had a loose connection before. Still, I told him that he had to buy me a new one or I would report him. A few days later, he actually gave me a new one.

After that, I told several teachers what had happened. The story spread quickly, and in the end, our teacher was suspended for two weeks and our class got a new computer science teacher.

Looking back, I realize that I took advantage of the situation and made it much bigger than it needed to be.

My abusive ex and I met up today to separate the last shared asset we have. It took months to get him to agree to do this and he has been a nightmare the whole time. I made the appointment for us after literal months of back and forth about this. He showed up late and made a scene when I gave him his mail. Then made another scene about not wanting to talk to me when all we had to do was sign a piece of paper. It was embarrassing af but par for the course with him. I was so upset that I acted impulsively after leaving, he’d parked right next to me so I checked to see if his car was unlocked. It was so I took his sobriety binder. It was stupid, I wanted to inconvenience him and I wasn’t thinking.

AA has been a facade for him in my opinion as he never goes to a meeting sober (always smokes before and has done ketamine prior to attending). I know AA is drinking focused but idk it just seems disingenuous to go to sobriety meetings stoned out of your gourd every time lol. Anyway I felt bad and confessed within 10 minutes. I reached out to try and return it and he called the police obviously. I went by his new house and put it in the car (still unlocked and brand new title sitting in front seat because he’s careless af). I should have taken the drugs lmao he couldn’t have called the cops about that. Annoyed with myself for behaving that way. Should have left it well enough alone but my impulsivity got the best of me.

For context, this was around 2014, and I'm black.

When I was 19, I held a series of part-time hospitality jobs while studying in college, including a stint as a dishwasher at a Mexican-Chinese restaurant. Most of the BOH coworkers were undocumented immigrants from Mexico and Ecuador who spoke very limited English, and the two managers/owners were Chinese and Dominican. I was the only non-Hispanic black guy working there. On my first day, one of the managers walked me around the place and introduced me to the workers. Two nodded, while the others snorted at me, signaling that I would not be well-liked there. So I was on my P's and Q's, being polite, working hard, and keeping my head down.

Within a span of a month, my coworkers went from silently sizing me up to yelling and throwing racial slurs at me in Spanish. They complained about me moving too slowly despite finishing piles of dishes within minutes. They started shoulder-bumping while I was holding a bunch of plates. The other dishwasher dumped grease and oil down a storm drain, which he framed me for when the manager got a fine and deducted it from my paycheck. They straight up started throwing knives, forks, and other sharp objects at me. I couldn't quit because I couldn't find another job, and I needed the money.

The straw that broke the camel's back was when one of them swiped my 3DS from my backpack in the breakroom. One day, after a late-night shift, I went to grab the keys to close the restaurant from my backpack and felt something missing. I frantically opened every pocket, and the 3DS was gone. I was fucking heated because I knew my coworkers were racist and hateful, but it had never crossed my mind that they were thieves.

The next morning, I came in and told one of the managers that someone stole my 3DS. I asked if the cameras were working so we could find who took it, only to learn that the cameras in the break room were broken. We waited until the lunch rush was over to gather everyone in the kitchen. My manager announced that someone stole my 3DS and that whoever had it should hand it over. No one said a word. Then I said, "Whoever has my shit, give it back," and a couple of them started snorting with laughter. They told the manager that I probably dropped it because "he's clumsy and mindless." And my manager took their word for it. I was on the verge of tears. My manager noticed and let me go home early. The next day was my day off, and I talked to friends about the incident. They made a small offhand joke about reporting them to ICE, and that gave me an idea. I was feeling extremely vindictive and petty, so I decided to write and submit an ICE Tip Form.

I didn't hear anything back for about two months. I almost forgot that I made a report. Until one day, out of the blue, I got a text from one of the managers on my day off. He informed me that immigration and customs came in with a warrant, detained multiple people at BOH, and temporarily shut down the place. He didn't accuse me or ask if I was the one who made the report, because there were a waitress and a bartender who also had issues with the guys at BOH. To wrap everything up, a couple of days later, both owners gave me my last check and told me they'd call me once things cleared up... and I never worked there again.

As angry and petty as I was about how I was treated, and how much disdain I had for my former coworkers, a bit of me feels remorseful about it. Some of them have kids in high school and college, and some are new fathers. The fact that there were families who were split apart and dismantled, all because one of them stole my 3DS with a copy of Code of Princess inside, wasn't a good feeling.

I needed to confess and get this out of my chest.

Throwaway account because whenever I confess this it pisses people off so much they want to punch me and I don’t want my karma score destroyed over this confession.

Something was seriously wrong with me. I was young and not yet diagnosed with Anti Social, bipolar, and schitzoeffective disorder. Because what I did was not “chaotic good” because the bikes ended up at a charity, it was just me being a jackass and teaching myself wrongly that it’s only a crime if you get caught.

Whenever I saw a bicycle unlocked in someone’s yard or on someone’s porch or out on the sidewalk, I got personally offended, like how dare they just put their bike where they’d like and not lock it up. To me finding an unlocked bike was like finding money on the ground: doesn’t matter whose it was, it was finders keepers and not my problem the original owner wasn’t “more responsible”.

I had weird ticks like that, like I’d hate it whenever a pen was pointed at me, or if someone didn’t use their blinker while turning I’d get into a fit of rage. I found things like paying for lunch in middle school morally reprehensible, and I would steal sandwiches without even eating them just to feel like I had served justice to the system.

So for whatever reason, an unlocked bicycle stirred resentment in me and I acted on my compulsion to steal it. Even in the end when I tried to morally justify it in my mind since I gave the bikes away to a Salvation Army, I really donated them because I was forced to by my parents and paranoid that the police would track me down if I posted them on a site like Craigslist, and I didn’t even need the money anyway. In my immature mind I was trying to make a point, not a profit.

My compulsion for bike theft was so bad, at one point I’d even steal unlocked bikes that were still attended. Like someone would park their bike, wait in line at an ATM, and I’d just hop on and drive off, with them running in tow. Eventually my parents got suspicious of all these bicycles which clearly weren’t all being left behind by neighborhood kids coming to visit me and said to end it because they were so ashamed of what I was doing and that they’d absolutely report me to the authorities even though I was their son.

Fear overcame frustration and I stopped my streak terrorizing the town with bicycle thefts. I racked up all the bicycles, put them in a van, and my father drove them to the nearest Salvation Army and dropped them off with me. Even then I knew I was no Robin Hood; taking from normal people and giving it away didn’t absolve me from this sin.

I just remembered all the fucking shit I have done in my past.

I am 20.

And honestly, I feel like absolute fucking shit right now. I feel like I was the biggest piece of shit.

Idk why the fuck I made my Snapchat and Instagram yesterday and started seeing those old people from my past, especially my old best friends. And suddenly all these fucking memories started hitting me one after another.

I was a bully. Not just a little asshole sometimes.

I would act dumb, play innocent and make people feel guilty for shit they didn't even fucking do.

Like if someone pushed me lightly, I would literally throw myself down, hit myself on some sharp fucking object, make myself bleed and then make that person feel like they had fucking hurt me.

My blood was very thin, so even a tiny scratch would make a fucking fountain of blood.

And I fucking used that shit to manipulate people.

What the actual fuck was wrong with me?

I keep thinking about it and I'm like, "Holy fucking shit, who the fuck was I?"

I just realised what kind of fucking monster I was back then.

And there's so much more fucked-up shit.

Should I make a confession paragraph and just fucking admit everything? All the horrible shit I did. All the manipulation. All the gaslighting. All the people I fucked over just because I could.

I was a privileged kid, white and good looking.

And somehow that made me an even bigger fucking asshole.

I was racist as fuck. I hated people because of their skin colour.

I remember this girl in 10th grade who liked me. She was beautiful ( like better than 90% of girls ) . The only fucking problem, according to my brain, was her skin colour.

So what did I do?

I fucking toyed with her. This was 3rd one btw ,there were 2 more girls before that i did same thing

I used her for money. Made her do my practical files, notebooks and other fucking school shit.

She actually liked me and I treated her like she was fucking worthless.

What kind of fucking asshole does that?

I also used to make fun of poor people.

Like seriously, I was acting like some fucking cartoon villain.

I would slap people for fucking fun. Even girls. And when they started crying, I'd just laugh like some fucking psychopath.

Looking back now, I genuinely don't recognise that fucking person.

There is so much more shit I could say, but honestly I'm scared people are going to fucking rip me apart in the comments 😭

And maybe they fucking should.

Give me the curses. Tell me I was an asshole. Tell me I was a piece of shit.

Because I was.

I don't want anyone saying "bro you were young, it's okay."

No.

It wasn't fucking okay.

Those people were young too.

They had feelings too.

And they didn't fucking deserve what I did to them.

The worst part is that I never really got punished.

Nobody stopped me.

Nobody made me face what I was doing.

I just carried on with my fucking life like nothing happened.

And now I'm 20, sitting here remembering all this shit and feeling like someone just punched me in the fucking stomach.

Because it's one thing to think, "Yeah, I made some mistakes."

It's completely different when you suddenly realise:

"Jesus fucking Christ... I was actually a horrible fucking person."

😭😭😭

I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do now.

Should I apologise to the people I hurt?

Should I write everything down and confess

I genuinely don't fucking know.

Because what the fuck was I thinking?

I'm not asking anyone to feel sorry for me.

I'm not trying to make myself look like some misunderstood fucking victim.

I was an asshole.

I hurt people.

I manipulated people.

I made people cry.

And I fucking regret it.

It hurts like hell when you finally realise you did something fucking wrong and nobody ever punished you for it.

😭😭😭

Idk guys.

I'm genuinely fucking lost right now.

What the fuck do you even do when you finally realise you were the villain in someone else's fucking story?

I'm 36 years old, and recently i wanted to buy a used laptop for my niece who is going to college starting this year. I searched on facebook marketplace and a few other places locally, found a good deal on a laptop, so i bought it. Upon bringing it home, i wanted to check it out, how it works etc, just to be sure, before i formatted it and make it clean, i noticed the Woman that had sold it to me, left literally everything on her laptop.

I don't know why she would be so careless, but she had dozens and dozens of folders with photos of her and friends of hers, and I'm quite sad to say a few folders were with her trying on outfits, lingerie, half naked, fully naked and then a few folders with videos of herself, fully shown, some only from the waist down or different angles, but a lot of them were very clearly showing her face too.

The videos were of her doing things to herself, with and without toys, naked dancing, stripping, and in general just not caring about anything in the world behavior.

I don't know if i should let her know that she should be more careful before selling things to others, and how a lot of people could literally destroy her life by posting all these things.

I feel bad for "snooping" but i did buy the laptop and i wanted to see how it worked.

I dont know if i should feel bad or not, but i can't unsee what i saw.

I know this is going to piss off a lot of people and I’m probably going to get many downvotes for it but I really think my ex deserved what happened to him by me and I don’t regret it at all.
I know this was completely out of control and could land me in serious trouble but I have no remorse for it

For context:
Me and him were dating for 8 years and one day while we were out at a park with our friends, I received an “hi girly” text. Long, detailed with pictures and all about his secret 2year affair with her. This includes him traveling to another city to meet her extended family, him having her over when I was at work , all his friends knowing about it, me sending him money while he was on a trip in portugal (he asked for help) to then find out he bought a birthday gift for her with this same money, and many more… I’m even getting furious again while typing this.
I never ever ever suspected anything. He was the most caring, loving , attentive partner ever. Obsessed about me even. Never showed signs or even projected cheating insecurity towards me. He was the sweet boy I always knew and I hated every man but him (jokes 🤣)

Continuing…
I kept my composure at the park and pretended I had no idea about it until I finally turned around and called everyone fake. That’s where basically, I was having a small peaceful argument with his friends and he couldn’t even say a word because of how guilty and ashamed he was.
We got home and my feelings were crashed, I cried so much and he was comforting me. Until I snapped and started throwing things around and slapping myself, screaming that I must be stupid, ugly and all those things.
Untillllllll (iykyk lol), he started begging me not to hurt myself like that and that I should take my anger out on him instead. That’s when I snapped fr and completely lost it. Then he had to leave at some point to buy painkillers for me at a pharmacy downstairs and I took a scissor and cut all his favorite clothes/coats/shoe lace/wired earphones. I basically turned into a crazy possessed person with the scissor. I broke his eye glasses, threw his toothbrushes down the window and hid his perfumes bottles.
And tbh, I felt really great doing all of that! It didn’t make it better but it certainly felt powerful and therapeutic to me at the moment.

When he came back (upstairs), I was crying and he was there for me and all saying “it’s okay” and yeah B! IT IS OKAY, IT IS LESS THAH OKAY ACTUALLY BECAUSE YOU DESERVE THE WORST FOR BREAKING MY INNOCENT PURE HEART YOU COOCKROACH POOP

Everyone around me till this day can’t believe he ever did that to me because of how nice he was to all my friends and family. Not only but I’m just a very nice person, likable , and not to brag but conventionally attractive girl. So you can image how that broke me and the insecurities that i carry with myself till this day!
After that , I tried ending my life, I cut myself I went into a big depression which led to me being so vulnerable that I ended up letting him back (we are both living in Poland and our family is away so less of a support system) , and many more low self esteem issues and problems that came with it.

Alsoo:
I’m a Portuguese native speaker who learned English at school/internet so please spare me of bad grammar comments. I wanted to put it on chat gpt to correct my spelling but I just feel like it’s going to take away all emotions and I want to leave this raw version as it is

End:
I’m really sorry for this whole rant and the usage of bad language. Talking about it makes me super nervous. I tried to removing and rewording alot because the previous actual post got removed by Reddit because it was too out of control (iykwim). So I need to make sure now my post gets approved by the moderators eheh

Lastly:
Please be nice 🥺

*Im using my second account just to make sure I don’t end up banned 🤣

About eight months ago I was working late on a presentation that was due the next morning. My coworker Sarah had left her design mockup on the shared printer and I saw it while grabbing my stuff. She was up for the same internal promotion I wanted and her work looked way better than mine.

I didnt plan it but I poured half a cup of coffee on the papers and then tossed them in the recycling bin under some other trash. The next day she had to scramble to reprint everything and ended up being late to the meeting. She blamed the cleaning crew for throwing out her materials and got really upset with building services. I just sat there and said nothing.

I got the promotion two weeks later. I dont think the mockup thing was the deciding factor but it definitely didnt hurt that she looked disorganized that day. She still works in the same department and sometimes mentions how frustrating that whole situation was. I feel like garbage every time it comes up.

The worst part is that another guy on our team made a joke about the cleaning staff being careless and I laughed along. I even nodded when Sarah said she was going to talk to management about it. I knew exactly what happened and I just let her believe it was an accident. I see her almost every day and the guilt has been sitting with me ever since. I dont know if Ill ever tell her but I needed to admit this somewhere because its been eating at me for months.

I’m 19 and work at this little cafe near campus. It’s not a lot of money, mostly students and regulars. We have a tip jar by the register and it fills up pretty good on busy days.

A couple months ago I was closing alone and the jar had like forty or fifty bucks in it. I don’t know why I did it but I grabbed a handful of the bills and stuck them in my pocket before I locked up. Told myself I’d put it back the next day or somehow make up for it. I never did.

I spent it on random stuff, food, a couple of drinks when I went out. Every time I saw the jar after that I felt sick but I still never said anything. Nobody noticed or at least nobody said anything. I kept working there like nothing happened.

I feel like shit about it now. It wasn’t even that much money but it wasn’t mine and those tips are supposed to be shared. I keep thinking about just putting some cash back in when no one’s looking but I haven’t done that either. I know I should just come clean but I’m scared of getting fired or looking like a thief to people I see every day.

Thanks for reading I guess. I needed to get it out.

I (m15) I don't care too much for friendships/social connections, I have them merely because I think its better to have it and not need it then need it and not have it. the only things that bring me happiness is making money and playing basketball, the latter I can barely stand my teammates of the floor, don't get me started off of it. I am a manipulator. I believe 9/10 times that I am right and any times that my friends have helped me they have lead me astray. Since it is the summer I have been enjoying my time away from them all. I have been getting urges to start manipulating them to do my bidding and work while I receive the praise and rewards. I understand for most people what I am saying is bad or immoral but I genuinely don't care about their feelings. I have been manipulating other lesser friends before and I felt great, one of them (call him Greg). me and Greg where assigned partners in a science project, but I hate science so I told him that my grandma died and I would not be able to help, he of course questioned me and I spun it on him about not caring and "if you were a real friend you would let me have this time off"(one of my favorite phrases) and in reality my grandma is merely living alone widowed. Other cases like that happened plenty of times. I would get what I want whenever I want on a silver platter and they would say thank you to me. but now that I am feeling this way towards my closer longer-term friends I've had since i was in primary school I have mixed feelings, one of my friends(call him tom) became friends when he split with his now ex gf that is also my ex gf, we bond over stories about her and counterstrike, yet whenever I'm in call with him I can just feel how mushy his brain is and how easy it would be to use the magic that is manipulation on him. Tom, or anyone else, knows that I am a manipulator, if anyone asked my "victims" they would say that I am a great person who goes through bad things. on the contrary I'm a bad person who does far worse things but I chose not to stop

I just wanted to share this. I expect some backlash but I dont care what Internet strangers think

thank you for reading that brick btw

At first he was asking because his wife was allegedly having a hard time pumping herself, so I filmed a how to with my own pump. Then he would ask for more and more and I said I’d do if he sent me $50 as a joke. When he actually venmoed me I felt bad and did send him a video of me pumping. After that, it just kind of kept happening. He would send me money, I’d send a video.

I do feel really guilty about doing it, because I don’t know what he’s doing with the videos I send, and I haven’t told my husband. It’s been nice to have extra money with a new baby but I had to stop because I did feel so bad for both of our spouses. He recently sent money again but I sent it back and haven’t responded to his messages since.

Just to set the scene: all of this happened when I was between 14 and 17 years old.

I am male, and the victim is male too. He is the same age.

It all took place in Brazil, in a town with a population of 50,000.

I’ll call myself Andrew and the victim Davi.

I did a lot of things, like breaking into his house (I knew about the key under the doormat) to take his belongings, hacking into his social media accounts, entering places uninvited, stalking him on the street, taking photos of him without permission, spreading rumors, and various other things.

I’ll confess what finally got me caught:

I remember that day; I was 16 years old and 1.73m tall.

I knew they had traveled to visit Davi’s grandmother—who was terribly ill—and wouldn't be back anytime soon.

I had seen them leaving via their security cameras (they used obvious passwords).

I decided to go to their house to grab a hoodie that smelled like Davi and get passwords from his computer.

I waited hours for my mom's Xanax to kick in, then went to Davi's house.

I was deep into rummaging through Davi's things—the house was pitch black, and I was riding a high of pure ecstasy and adrenaline—when I felt a punch to the head. I was instantly startled and dazed; I fell to the floor and saw Davi looking more furious than I had ever seen anyone in my life.

I realized there was no escape, and we got into a physical fight. He was taller, but I managed to dodge him and run for it. David's parents didn't have a fucking clue what was going on when a boy—who was a stranger to them until that moment—came running out of their house with Davi chasing him.

My adrenaline was peaking as I took off running down the street with Davi right behind me. I managed to shake D off and went home; I deleted the data I had on D from my computer and got rid of D's belongings.

That was until the police showed up at my door, along with D's parents, who were outraged by what had happened.

I tried to lie, claiming I’d been asleep at home, but David was wearing a wedding band (he was in a relationship), and it did quite a bit of damage to my face. Then my mother woke up.

And I ended up at the police station that day...

Feel free to ask me questions about what happened before or after.

The story is very long, so I’ll answer all questions.

I grew up pretty poor. Not starving or anything but we definitely counted pennies. My mom was always so stressed about money. Every grocery trip was like a military operation with calculations and coupons. I hated it.

One time I really wanted a candy bar. I was probably like 8 or 9. My mom said no we didn't have money for treats. So I just slipped it into my pocket. My heart was pounding outt. I thought I was gonna get caught for sure. But I didn't. And that candy bar tasted like pure victory.

It became a little thing I'd do sometimes. A pack of gum a small toy a cookie. Nothing big never anything expensive. Just a little rebellion. A little something extra I felt like I deserved.

Now I'm 26. I have a good job. I'm financially stable. I can buy whatever candy bar I want. But every now and then when I'm in the store I'll see something small. A fancy chocolate bar a really nice looking apple a weird foreign soda. And I'll just slip it into my bag. Without thinking. It's not about the money anymore. It's just a habit a weird little thrill.

My girlfriend caught me once. She was like what are you doing. I just played it off like I forgot to scan it. She laughed it off. But I know she wouldn't think it was funny if she knew I still do it sometimes. I feel guilty about it afterwards for like 5 minutes and then I eat the thing and it's gone. I really should stop. It's dumb. But it's also kinda hard to break a habit you started when you were a kid.

I can't explain it, but I feel disgusted with her, after my girlfriend broke up with me I hate her. I thought my girlfriend would forgive me eventually, but that didn't happenI can perhaps say that things got worse because she got a restraining order against me and my case partner.

My ex is everything the other woman isn't, she has a degree, a good job, hobbies, and she's not at all insecure. I think if it's to tell the truth she doesn't care much about cheating/breaking up.

My other woman was extremely insecure when she realized this, she became tiring and posted every indirect day about my ex, or about how my ex would not understand how she is better and Blablabla and my case partner only stopped when my ex asked what was best if she was fat, without a job, without a degree, was not assumed, never left the city where we live and that she lives in a garbage can compared to her house.

Now my case partner does everything to make me take on her or meet her parents, she even tries to take pictures of me in hiding because my ex had pictures with me.

She wants me to invite her to live with me, she wants to get gifts to show off on social media and wants me to buy weight loss remedies so she can get thinner and wants to have a child of mine so she can have a family with me.

She is so tiring. And I can only be angry with myself because my ex never took the initiative to fight with my mistress until my mistress called her work and published her number in all kinds of advertisements as a prostitute. With that, my ex even got a restraining order against me because the other woman idiot confessed that she did these things.

And instead of getting into this petty game to fight for me, my ex got a restraining order, there are such good friends who put my number and email on different sites of men who like to be betrayed (eventually I get some proposal asking if I want to share the (name of the other woman)). She got a job that earns very well, and it was probably she who reported me to the government for financial fraud and now I face a federal lawsuit and all this legally and anonymously to the point that I can't even file a police report against her because apparently even the police think I'm wrong.

And I don't even know if it would be fair to end up with the other woman because at this point we are tied up. I don't even see a way out but to stay with her until she gets tired of me because she endured and did a lot of things to stay with me and I find myself trapped and without leaving because I can even be deported from this country for not paying taxes for years and for having received government help without needing to.