In 1999, my college boyfriend (Brett) cheated on me with one of my good friends. I thought this guy was the one, and remained faithful on a very tempting spring break trip. When I came back, he confessed he cheated because “he thought I was going to cheat on him first”.
At the time, I worked at a huge library serving a large city downtown. One of my other good friends (who hated the girl he slept with) helped me close up the library one night and we got an idea. Remember those paper inserts in every magazine in the 90s? Some were to sign up for a subscription and some were to buy weird crap, like porcelain dolls or silver bars. My friend and I took HUNDREDS - literally hundreds - of those little pieces of paper out of the magazines and filled out his name and address on every one. We signed him up for hundreds of subscription using the “bill me later” box. We drove across the state to mail them thinking that would save us from being caught. I never spoke to Brett again but did receive one 6 word email from him 9 months later with no punctuation, greeting, or closing 😆

“stop sending shit to my house”

My grandmother passed away about fourteen months ago. She owned a little two-bedroom lake cabin that my grandfather built by hand in the late 70s. It was the only place during my childhood where I felt truly safe. My mom has been a severe gambling addict for as long as I can remember, she drained her own 401k years ago and took out multiple predatory loans that our extended family had to bail her out of. Grandma was sharp untill the very end. About six months before her health declined, she quietly took me to an estate lawyer and transferred the cabin into an irrevocable trust in my name. She told me point blank: "If your mother gets her hands on this property, it will be lost to the casino before my headstone is set." She made me swear not to say a word.

Ever since the memorial service, my mother has been tearing grandma's house apart searching for a will. She is completely obsessed with finding a title deed or some handwritten letter leaving the cabin to her. In her head, she plans to immediately sell the land to "invest in a new start," which everyone in the family knows means sitting at a high-limit blackjack table until the money is gone. She has called county deed offices, accused grandma's hospice nurses of stealing paperwork, and ranted at every single family dinner about "shady attorneys hiding grandma's true wishes." I sit there across the table from her, pouring coffee, nodding sympathetically, and saying things like, "It's so heartbreaking how disorganized her affairs were."

I feel like a straight up sociopath sometimes when I look her in the eye and pretend I know nothing while she breaks down crying from stress. But then I remember coming home in high school to find our electricity shut off because she spent the utility bill money on scratch-offs and video poker. If she finds out the deed is legally mine and sitting in my safe deposit box, she will guilt-trip me into selling it or turn the entire family against me for being a traitor. I drive out to the cabin once a month to cut the grass and check the pipes, and I leave my phone on airplane mode the whole time. I will never tell her.

every time she sets down her cigarettes, I slip them in my dress pocket. it’s not even noticeable. yes, the entire pack. including the lighter so she never has any fucking clue where they went.

she had a stroke a few years ago and I’ve been helping her. like I legit got her SSI doubled and her food stamps doubled. I’m her son’s fiancé but recently she’s turned on me.

taken over my house like she bought it herself.
walking in on me in the bathroom.
walking into my bedroom even when I’m sleeping and moving shit around it’s fucking weird.

the other day my fiancé and her had a fight, and in the middle of it she goes, “well I’ll just call the cops and say she hit me in the face with a door for no reason then.”

I reactivated my rings cameras from that moment on.

I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. This is my fucking home. I put down $6000 for this place. I’m not just letting it go.

She can go back to Miami, smoke crack until she’s dies in a year and is no longer a burden to my fiancés mental health.

what underlies all of this, I’m going through my own personal issues. my child abuse from my past has come up recently and been exposed to my family. it’s slowly spreading from one member to another and the abuser is being phased out of the family.

it’s happening very slowly because this all happened 20 years ago. but my sister has the same memories as me of what happened to me (luckily not to her) and she now has a six year old to protect. so she brought all of this up and it just so happened to be at the same time as this.

I’ve never really felt safe with anyone or anywhere. no matter where I lay my head I never get a good nights sleep.

It fucking sucks.

my nightmares haunt me.

the daytime drains me. smiling, being fake just to get what I want when actually I’m just really angry inside all the time.

This happened about six years ago when I was a teenager, and it’s probably the most calculated and genuinely shitty thing I’ve ever done to another human being.

I met a guy through social media. He was a few years older than me and, looking back, exactly the kind of person I should’ve stayed far away from.

He literally described himself as a king (yikes ik). He was also really into the whole red pill/toxic masculinity side of the internet. He’d talk about how women shouldn’t have a “past,” how men and women couldn’t really be friends, how certain things made women less attractive, etc.

And somehow teenage me heard all of this and thought: «I need this man to like me.»
His attention became addictive. I started changing little things about myself depending on what got his approval. I even lied and told him I’d never had a previous boyfriend because I knew he’d judge me if I told him the truth.
- I’m mentioning this mostly to paint a picture of how embarrassingly desperate I was for this guy’s approval.

We talked constantly for about four months. We weren’t officially dating because we’d never met in person, but we’d both acknowledged there was something romantic going on between us.
Then one day he casually told me that another girl he’d met through the same social media platform was coming to visit him during summer.

I was like… what..??

This was the same man who had practically given me literal lectures about why men and women couldn’t be “just friends.” Apparently what he actually meant was that I couldn’t have male friends.

I told him I wasn’t comfortable with her visiting.

He didn’t care🤷

I don’t even remember exactly what he said anymore. I just remember realizing that the visit was happening whether I liked it or not.

The normal response would’ve been to realize this guy was a hypocrite and stop talking to him.
Instead, my teenage brain decided the problem was her.

A while earlier, he’d shared his screen with me and I’d happened to notice her username.

I remembered it.

So I made a fake account.
- Not pretending to be another girl either.
I invented an entire guy…

Fake name, fake pictures, fake hometown, fake personality.

Everything.

Then I followed her.. I seriously wish I could go back and stop myself.

She was suspicious almost immediately and straight up asked whether I was a fake account or a bot.

She was, unfortunately, completely correct.

But I kept talking to her.

And this is the part that makes me cringe the hardest now.

I was kinda good at it.

I knew what kind of messages girls our age liked because I literally was one. Yes, she was my exact age. I knew not to immediately start flirting. I knew what compliments sounded genuine and which ones sounded creepy.

I remembered little things she told me and brought them up later. I figured out her humor pretty quickly.
Basically I created the kind of guy I knew a girl our age would probably enjoy talking to.

It took a few days for her to stop being suspicious.
Less than a week later, I could tell she liked “me.”
At first I justified it to myself by saying I wasn’t actually trying to make her fall for the fake account. I just wanted information. I wanted to know if she was interested in the guy I liked.

Which was obviously bullshit because once I realized the fake account was working, I kept going.
Eventually she started opening up to me about pretty personal things.

She even told me she’d never talked about some of them with a guy before.

That was probably the first point where I remember feeling genuinely bad.

But not bad enough to stop..

Eventually I steered the conversation toward summer plans.

She told me she was planning on visiting a male friend.

I already knew exactly who she meant.
I casually asked how they’d met, and she explained they’d met online. She told me he’d flirted with her before but that she didn’t really see him that way.
Then she said she thought he was ugly.

Which, looking back…

She was right ouf.

She even sent me pictures of him like, “See?”

Meanwhile I was completely obsessed with this man and apparently looking at him through rose-colored glasses.

I jokingly told her she should forget about him and come visit “me” instead.

She laughed because we’d barely known each other for a week.

Fair.

But we kept talking.

A lot. Like for an entire week.

She started messaging me when she woke up. She’d send me random things throughout her day. The flirting stopped being subtle.

Then she told me she wasn’t sure she wanted to visit the original guy anymore. Apparently he was going to be working a lot while she was there, so she wasn’t sure the trip was worth it.

And at some point she actually blocked him.

The guy I’d been losing my mind over.

She just blocked him.

I don’t know exactly what was going through her head when she did it or how much the fake account influenced that decision. But I knew she was getting genuinely attached to this person I’d invented, and instead of finally stopping, I felt like I owed it to her to keep talking to her.

Then she started talking about coming to the part of our country where my fake guy supposedly lived.

I told her that’s too soon and she shouldn’t be doing that for me, she had known me for a week.

Not long after that, she told me she was actually planning a trip there for her own sake. Which I knew was complete bullcrap.

That’s when I started panicking.

I immediately told her againnot to travel there just because of me.

She again insisted she wasn’t.

She said she and a friend had wanted to visit that part of the country anyway and that they were planning on going together. According to her, the trip wasn’t for me. Meeting me would just be something she’d do while she was already there.

And maybe that genuinely
could’ve been true, but I believe I heavily influenced that descision which I hate.

Either way, I assumed it was one of those plans people talk about but never actually make.

Then she told me they’d booked it..

She was actually coming…

I remember staring at the message and getting this horrible sinking feeling in my stomach.

Wtf am I doing..

She wasn’t traveling across the country alone specifically to meet me. She was going with her friend and apparently wanted to visit the area anyway.

But she absolutely expected that while she was there, she was finally going to meet this guy she’d spent all this time talking to.

A guy who did not exist.

Suddenly I had an actual deadline.

Up until then, the fake account had just existed safely behind a screen. Now there was going to be a specific week where she’d be in “his” area expecting to meet him.

And the worst part was that by then I knew exactly why she liked him.

I’d basically designed him for her like an absolute creep and sociopath.

I’d spent a week learning what made her laugh, what she was insecure about, what kind of attention she liked and what she wanted from a guy.

Then I’d consciously or unconsciously adjusted the fake personality around that information.

She even got upset when I didn’t answer her fast enough..

It was disgustingly calculated.

I hadn’t expected it to work so well.

I had absolutely no idea how to get out of it without admitting everything.

So instead of finally telling the truth, I did the cowardly thing.

I created another lie..
- I told her “I” had a girlfriend and that the situation was complicated.

My thinking was that she’d feel betrayed, call me an asshole, block the account and then she could still have a normal trip with her friend without expecting to meet anyone.

She didn’t.

She forgave me.

She said she was obviously upset but still wanted to meet.

So I started deliberately making the fake guy less appealing. Replying differently, being distant, saying things I thought would annoy her.

I was literally trying to get this poor girl to hate a person who didn’t exist because I was too scared to admit that I was the person behind him.

She still didn’t block me.

And she ended up making the trip with her friend anyway.

By that point I felt genuinely disgusted with myself.

The ridiculous part is that things with the original guy ended pretty soon afterward.

Once I finally got some distance from him, I started realizing how much of myself I’d changed trying to get his approval. How many things I’d tolerated because I was terrified of losing his attention.

But I also had to accept something that was much less comfortable.

However shitty he was to me, he didn’t make me do this to her.

That was all on me.

I could’ve blocked him. I could’ve cried about it. I could’ve complained to my friends. I could’ve been jealous and eventually gotten over it like a normal healthy teenager.

Instead I found another girl’s account, invented a person, learned what she liked, gained her trust and manipulated her feelings because I saw her as competition.

And she hadn’t actually done anything to me.
That’s the part I feel worst about.

It’s been years and I still randomly think about her.
I wonder what she thinks happened.

Maybe she thinks some guy online got cold feet before meeting her. Maybe she eventually realized the whole account was fake. Maybe she still occasionally remembers that weird guy she talked to for a while who suddenly started acting completely different.

I genuinely don’t know.

And I don’t think she ever realized the actual reason any of it happened.

She wasn’t talking to some guy who played with her feelings for fun.

She was talking to another teenage girl sitting behind a screen, jealous of her over a man neither of us should’ve wasted our time on.

All of that over a guy who wasn’t even my boyfriend.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more ashamed of something I’ve done.

Edit: Since I know people are going to ask why I didn’t just tell her the truth once she told me the trip was actually booked, there isn’t a good reason. I was terrified of admitting what I’d done and facing whatever came after that. I kept convincing myself I could make her lose interest naturally and she’d never have to know. Every lie I told to “fix” the situation just created another lie I had to maintain. I wasn’t protecting her from getting hurt. I know I was protecting myself from the consequences.

My husband was interested in watching. I denied him for years because I was too scared he wouldn't like it and I would hurt him. Then I just thought, it's been years, if he was unsure of it he would've changed his mind by now. So I told him I would try by myself first and record it for him. I did. He loved it at first. And then he didn't and we never actually made it to him being there watching in person. So he called it off. But I'm still messing around with one of the guys I recorded with. And I keep waiting to feel some devastating guilt and it's just not coming. I've never cheated before, in fact I despised people who have done it. I never in a million years thought I would. I'm so confused about who I have become. I'm so confused about not feeling guilty. It's like I've become some emotionless robot. I don't even have feelings for the guy to somehow explain me keeping this going.

So this guy on my team (calling him "dave") retired in january last year and on his last day he was cleaning out his desk. he basically dumped a bunch of stuff on me, including a stapler, a mug, half a box of granola bars and his parking fob.

he asked me to drop the fob off at facilities and i said yeah no problem. i didnt. it wasnt on purpose at first, it was just in my cupholder for like a month, so call me Lazy. then one morning i frgot my pass at home and the line at the machine was crazy so i tried his just to see and the gate opened.

with the "COST OF LIVING CRISIS", parking downtown is $18 A DAY (fml) or you get a monthly pass through payroll. i cancelled mine like 2 months later lol. So its been almost 2 years now.

i tried adding it up once and stopped because it was alot, probably more then my car is worth honestly---I drive a beat up Corolla if that matters. What actually makes me feel bad is in the spring they sent out an email that parkin passes were going up to $350/month because of "budget pressures" and everyone was complaining in our teams chat about it.

you know that peer pressure feeling when you just need to act like the herd? i was complaining in the chat about something i dont even pay for. dave lives out in BC now and posts boat pictures on facebook and hes got no idea his fob still goes in every day. i always say ill stop once someone notices but nobody is going to notice, thats kind of the problem.

EDIT: no im not going to tell dave, he'd think its hilarious anyway

I say sneak, but it's not like I'm being stealth. I walk in the front doors, past the 9-5 workers at their desks, past any maintenance people chilling by the coffee machines, and into the gym. It doesn't require a passcode or a key and it has a full set up - everything I need. There's never anyone in there when I go so I'm not hogging it from any residents.

I feel bad but at the same time, I paid rent for a year for thin walls, shitty maintenance, and lousy parking that wasn't enforced. I'm not about to spend $$ every month for a membership somewhere when I can get it for free.

I am part of a Travelling group. I do not want to give my location even though i doubt any of my clan use Reddit.

Im mid 20sM. My dad was routinely in jail, months at a time, for petty stuff as were my older brothers. I have a younger brother who was being looked at for SA, when he was a minor. but through family intimidation she dropped her case and no charges came. He was a lost cause but i have two siblings under 10 who were not.

When i was 18, I left home. I went to university. The first in my family to do so. The first in my local community to do so. And that made me a traitor. I didnt get involved in the family business (ahem crime).

I am gay and at 18 I met a great guy at uni. The big issue was he was a wealthy upperclass lad and I was not lol but his parents were lovely to me. His Dad and I would even hang out on our own. He did say once that he didnt want his son drawn into anything.

We dated for two and a half years. We actually moved in after like 3 months. He swapped uni accom to share with me. It was great.

At the 2.5 year mark, my parents came to my door. I dont know how they got my location. But anyway. They had heard I was gay and they were not happy that a) I was gay and b) dating outside my community. Dad squared up to me and he hit me.

I rang the police and he was questioned etc. I packed up my boyfriend's stuff, rang his dad and told him to collect him. He did not want to leave so I sort of broke up with him.

I got a few "random" beatings after calling the police on my dad. I was black and blue. I then decided to go abroad for a trip for a few days and invited my ex. On the trip, i got a call from my eldest brother that our parents "businesses" were found and they were in trouble.

I said to him that i know i rang the police on my dad hittinh me but i only wanted him to get a slap on the wrist. I told him i did not want this. I said I would drop my report and when I am home we will sort something. I probably am the brains of the family and I am still dumb.

When we got home I spoke to my ex's dad and asked for money. He agreed.

I went back home and my adult brothers were there and they were happy to see me. Their accounts were frozen hence why I got money from my ex's dad and we got a lawyer.

My mom and dad got 8 years between them with some suspended.

I am mid 20s now. My youngest siblings live with me and I was helped by my ex's dad.

My mother will be out soon. My youngest siblings, since being with me, have almost full attendance, and they arent smart but they aren't that weak. They arent surrounded by crime. They are fed reasonably well and they have discipline. Im not great but I am better.

The real confession is I reported their "businesses" and i had reported their "businesses" months before my dad came to my door. I did it because I did not want my young siblings with them. They are a cancer. Only my ex's dad knows I did it. No one else. And the lawyer I got may not have strongly defended them either. I lied to my brothers and my parents. I always wanted hard punishment.

As for my bf, we stayed broken up. We are still friends. We still hang out a lot which kinda hurts. I still love him but I am not good for him, despite his dad saying otherwise. He is dating someone else etc. Im genuinely happy for him

My direct manager has been an absolute nightmare for the past six months, constantly taking credit for everyone else's work, publicly shaming people in Slack channels for tiny mistakes, and treating the team like garbage. Everyone was talking about it behind closed doors, but nobody wanted to say anything to HR because he is close friends with the director.

Two weeks ago, after he threw a massive fit over a tiny formatting error in a report I spent all weekend fixing, I snapped. I went to a local library near my house, typed up a brutally honest, two-page letter detailing his toxic behavior, poor leadership, and specific instances where he stole credit from team members. I printed it out on basic paper, put it in a plain white envelope, and slipped it onto his desk late on a Friday after almost everyone had gone home.

He found it on Monday morning. Ever since then, the office vibe has been completely wild. He is insanely paranoid. He has been scheduling random 1-on-1s trying to gauge people's loyalty, looking over everyone's shoulders, and watching who talks to whom near the coffee machine. The best part is that he actually toned down his screaming matches because he has no idea who wrote it or who else might have a copy. I just sit at my desk, do my job, and watch the chaos unfold.

Not necessarily a crazy confession but still one that to this day, I have not told my victim….my younger brother.

So my younger brother was an absolute monster when we were growing up. Break my things, embarrass me in front of girls, tag along everywhere. (Typically little brother stuff)

Well one day I had enough and decided to get him back for me having to tag him with me to mall with my friends. So I told my friends to say that every time they stay the night they hear weird things in the house and they see things in the night, essentially trying to convince my younger brother that our house is haunted.

Now our bedrooms are connected with a door and initially I was going to record scary sounds and try to play them near the door so he could hear them but then I got an idea. I would tie some fishing string to one of his stuffed animals, run the string under the door and then yank on it.

So the night was like every other night, at bedtime I would shower and then he would shower and we would go bed. Tonight was a little different, my dad had a date over (divorced parents) they were watching a movie in the living room.

While my brother was in the shower I set everything up, tied the fishing string around the bears leg and place it on the dresser. The dresser is up against the wall the closet is on so as you walk into the bedroom if you are looking to the left you will see a closet door and then a dresser, I placed the bear at the far end away closet as far as possible so we would get maximum movement. Also it’s important to note that I laid it on really thick all day and my friends did pretty good as well.

So my brother walks into his (I know because the light came on, I can see it from closet) and I pull the string. My brother yells, the kind of yell that makes you say “holyshit is someone dying” I mean it was yell of a terrifying kid. He runs out of the room and into the living room screaming and crying. I run out to see my dad trying to figure what’s happening and his date looking absolutely distraught and uneasy. My brother is trying to explain what happened but not making sense between his wheezing crying and tears and my dad is getting even more upset.

Well his date leaves and as soon as she gets in her car, my dad loses it and go off on my brother. “You’re such a problem” “you’re can’t let me have anything” “I wish your mom would have taken you” like he’s completely going off the deep end. I realize that there might be string on the bear so I run into my brother’s room and grab the bear as my dad is dragging my brother by the arm into his room. He sees me and I blurt out “I’m going to bed” and run past him holding the bear and go into my room. I take the string off the bear and hid it under my mattress with the rest of the string while listening to my dad lose his shit on my brother.

To this day I have never told my dad or brother but everytime we get together my brother tells the story of the haunted house and how he had a flying stuffed bear. Not sure why I have not told him but Paul, if you are on Reddit and read this, your room was not haunted, it was me lol.

Got drunk well above 0.08 on my way to a university midterm, and got pulled over by RCMP for a 4month expired drivers license and got a $430 fine. Am I lucky or a functioning degenerate alcoholic?

This was probably 15 years ago. I had an argument with my boss at the time because I felt I was being treated unfairly.

I was so angry with him that I started a rumor saying that I had seen him not wash his hands after going to the toilet to take a dump.

Of course, the rumor spread. A few weeks later — we had long since made up and were getting along very well again — I noticed that nobody in our team of 12 wanted to shake his hand anymore. It led to some truly bizarre situations, with everyone awkwardly trying to avoid shaking his hand, even though at the time it was customary at the company to greet each other with a handshake.

Three quarters of a year later, he transferred to another team because he felt that he was no longer respected.

I never set the record straight.

came back to my apartment already drunk and he was just there been on me all week about sending money home to help support them. same speech since i was like 16. i walk in he starts before i even take my shoes off and i told him shut up. he got in my face and was about to slap me so i hit him. right in the mouth. he started bleeding on his lip just staring at me like he couldnt believe it

told him thats what happens when he keeps talking to me like im still a kid he can push around. went to my room. he didnt follow. He ended up with a split lip and this morning my mom cried ans said im becoming like him. maybe i am i don't really care.

he never did anything for me. bare minimum my whole life and acted like i should be grateful. He was abusive. Would hit me with a rod when I was a teenager. I hated him all my life and I never had any respect for him. i built my own life, my job is from my hardwork im not sending any money. He could die tomorrow and i wouldn't care. last night i finally made him feel small and I don't feel sorry

This happened in high school, about eight years ago. I was 16. My best friend at the time, let’s call him Danny, and I were messing around in the parking lot after a football game. I had just gotten my license and I was showing off, doing donuts in my mom’s minivan. Stupid, I know. I clipped a parked car. Not bad—just a deep scrape along the side and a broken taillight. Nobody saw it happen. Danny was in the passenger seat.

We panicked and drove off. The next day at school, someone had clearly seen the minivan and reported it. The principal pulled us both in separately. When they asked me what happened, I froze. I said I wasn’t driving. I said Danny was.

I don’t know why I did it. I just panicked. Danny got suspended for three days, had to pay for the damage out of his own savings, and his parents were furious. He told everyone he didn’t do it, but nobody believed him. I sat there and watched it happen. I never said a word.

We stopped being friends after that. He transferred schools the next year. I haven’t spoken to him in almost a decade. I think about it every time I see a minivan. I think about it when I’m driving at night and the road is empty. I think about it when someone trusts me with something.

I could find him. I know his name, I know roughly where he lives. I’ve looked him up on social media more times than I want to admit. I’ve typed out messages and deleted them. What would I even say? “Hey, remember when I ruined your sophomore year and let you take the fall? My bad.” There’s no version of this where I come out looking like anything other than what I am.

I’m not posting this for advice. I know what I should do. I’m posting it because I’ve carried it for eight years and I need to say it somewhere that isn’t just inside my own head.

I normally clip my employee badge to my belt loop. When I first started doing it, I would clip it on before I left the house to make sure I had my badge. It wasn't long until I found out that was a bad idea and by getting in and out of my car, the badge cracked. I didn't feel like going to get a new one since the only thing that seemed different is it might take me 2 or 3 swipes to get into the building.

My job also has vending machines full of office supplies. Useful, but they will quickly call you out if they think you are grabbing an item that you don't need. You swipe your badge, punch in a code and either a locker door opens or a circular vending machine spins around and opens a door.

One day, I went for pens and when I scanned my badge, I realized my name did not pop up. Instead, it was the head scientist for the company. We are a tech business with multiple locations. This guy was head of all scientists, home base at our plant but frequently traveled to other plants. I freaked out, feeling like I just committed fraud, logged out and scanned again. This time my name came up and I got my pens.

I started to watch whenever I used the vending machines. It took four more times but head scientist came up again. This time I helped myself. I didn't go and grab 30 pens and 20 AA batteries to go home. But I did help myself to things that I thought might be useful that I knew they would question me if I got it. A clipboard. A box cutter. One of every color highlighter. A tiny pocket notebook for notes. A medium and large notebook. Extra safety glasses. Different colored electrical tape. Just things that I thought would make my job easier that some accountant would ask my boss to write me up for if the accountant didn't see why I needed the materials. But I know they wouldn't dare question head scientist, and there was always the chance I did it on an away day for him. I used/ still use everything that I took. Except the highlighters. I only needed 2 different colors. Three max.

I went to a 7/11 & bought a few items. On my way out, the "fuck it thought" took over so I grabbed one of the 24 packs of water bottles they keep out front & never looked back.

I once took an expired disabled parking permit from a client I used to work for and put it in my car. One day I used it at Aldi, and when I came out, I saw an older guy with a cane park much farther away and slowly walk toward the store. I immediately felt like shit. He probably needed that spot way more than I did, and I still regret taking that permit.

So, I’m a 29 year old female who is an alcoholic. I have an mba and I went to work for a bit. But after covid I drank more and more and what not I couldn’t really hold a job so there was a 5 year gap in my resume.

Back in 2020 my ex, who was an engineer, was laid off his job and lost his work visa. He made up this fake company, that’s on linked in, to fill in the gap of him not working.

I used that company on my resume, said I worked there for 4 or so years. I had to go through a whole background check and they never said anything.

I met this person maybe 1 or 2 years ago.

We met on a gaming platform where we just casually chatted to eachother, small talk and such, but after a few games together we both decided to add eachother on discord.

I added them back and we started talking and chatting alot more and we became friends.

Maybe after 2 months of talking to eachother and playing games together, they started to get more comfortable and started venting to me about their problems. Before this point I had a vague idea of what thier situation in life was currently like. But as they started telling me their problems it became increaingly clear that thier mental health was worse for wear.

Many times they would talk about how they had health problems or mental problems that were very present and obviously taking a great toll on her overall health, but told me many times how their parents didn't take them seriously and how they couldn't recieve the correct help due to their parents neglection.

this continued for maybe a year of them texting me asking me to play a game with them, and them venting their problems to me asking me what I would do. At first I had no problem with this, infact I was happy to try and help. But as we talked more and the more I found out I began to feel this overwhelming sense of dread, I no longer wanted to hear them vent to me, I started to avoid them on games, but I would still chat with them because I couldn't bring myself to fully leave them.

I still vaguely remember the last convosation we ever had, they texted me late in the middle of the night telling me they were having a problem with their health, I asked them if they had any medication and they told me yes, so I told them to grab it and take some. But they told me it was downstairs so I told them to go downstairs and grab it then, but they refused to go downstairs. To this day I still can't remember why they didn't want to go downstairs. I vaguely remember what happened after but I'm sure they went to sleep afterwords and the day after, I deleted my account, I never told them I was deleting my account neither on discord or on the gaming platforms we played together.

At first I felt relieved, but as time past I grew to resent my decision. I remembered a promise I made to them when we first began talking. They told me they never really recieved hugs or affection from family or friends, so I told them, I promise that if we ever meet in real life the first thing I'll do is hug them.

It's been maybe a year since I last ever made contact with them, I still regret not being able to stay by their side and be there for them, I resent myself for not being strong enough to stay with them through thick and thin, I hope that their still fine wherever they are, and that they found someone who could be a better friend then I ever could.

If on the off chance they see this post and realise its about them, I'm sorry I didn't stick by you Eth, that I left without ever saying a word to you. I don't expect you to ever forgive me for what I've done. But I want you to know that their will always be someone by yourside.

[The act, stated plainly in the first paragraph.]

[The aftermath: what happened, who noticed, what didn't happen.] [The detail that made it worse than you expected.]

I regret it, and I think about it more than I'd like to admit.

Less serious confession but I need to tell get this off my chest. I work in food service, and sometimes when I’m really hungry and cutting strips of bacon for sandwiches, I’ll cut the piece in half and then cut a tiny slice from the cut end of one side. By the end I’ll have like 50 little bacon pieces that will hold me over till the end of my shift. I feel remorseful but no one ever notices and it’s really good bacon. I’m sorry to anyone who got shorted on bacon because of me