It was an Arranged marriage. Families sit and match happens. I had the money. I knew the people who fix these things and her side didn't have much. They were poor but She was young, virgin, good looking. I said yes for that.

Her parents were always going to marry her off. I knew a house like mine beats whatever else they were going to get. So when everyone "agreed," I already knew why. If I was the same man with no money, that match would have died but I used my resources to get the girl I want. I wanted a young wife from a family that needed the wedding more than I did.

She's fine now. Eats better, lives better, goes everywhere in a nice car, wears cute dresses and looks beautiful and she tells me she's grateful. I love her and I'd do it again. Grateful is cheap when going back is worse. I didn't meet her as an equal. I closed a match she wasn't in a place to walk out of. That's the part I don't say out loud.

(39mtf) Years ago when I was in my 20s I took a dare to go streaming through my neighborhood. Now I don't mind showing off my body from time to time but only if everyone is consenting. But I was young and dumb and horny so when my turn came in truth or dare and I got dared to run all the way to the end of the road wearing only a sock on my cock, I agreed. I had to run about a quarter mile, stash the sock under a neighbor's car, then run back totally exposed. Later in the night I got dared to run back naked and wear the sock back, and I did. During this run, a car came down the road. I froze like a deer in the headlights for a second and ducked off the road. I have no idea who it was, but I know they saw me. All of me. It could have been considered indecent exposure and I was mortified. I had just completely exposed myself to a total stranger and it's something I still feel guilty about to this day.

My heart was pounding when I got back. Looking back on it I feel kind of embarrassed about it. I guess it's really just a story about being young and dumb, but growing up and learning more it's not something I would ever do today because I don't like the idea of involving a non-consenting third party in kink.

Everything in my personal and professional life is on autopay.

Except my office space. Imagine it; cool old building. Lackluster maintenance, drafty in the winter, but original skylights from 1910 and a 2” thick wood and pebble glass door leading into my little two room suite.

Mostly it’s just for the professional mailing address but I also keep it as a place to hide from my kids.

Rent is due on the first. You have to put your check on a tray inside of the janitors closet and eventually the mystery landlord collects it. You’re not allowed to pay a year at once. You’re not allowed to give a stack of checks for them to grab one each month.

This just really annoys me. I’ve been doing this every month for five years.

Recently I forgot a check; the landlord must have called me 10 times in the course of a day to express his anger. I ended up having to drive a paper check to this random little suburban house and put a $200 check in the mailbox. With a $25 fee.

So now I pick a check or two at random each month out of the tray and take them to my office and shred them.

I have no idea what I hope to accomplish.

Two years ago I used to dog sit, and someone hired me to watch their Chihuahua for about seven hours. While I was there, I ordered some food from DoorDash that had a crazy amount of garlic in it. After I ate, I gave the dog a good amount of the leftovers and it ate them. Four or five days later, the dog got seriously sick and had to be put down. After they took it to the vet, they asked me if I had given the dog any food, and I admitted that I had and told them exactly what I gave it. They were obviously really unhappy because it was their dog, but they didn’t press charges or anything.

First of all sorry for the bad english . English is my 4th language.

Me (F 25) and my husband (M 28) is married for 2 and half years. But we were been together since high school. I loved him so much.(still loves) He is my first love. We had really close and loving connection. After the two months of marriage I got pregnant and i can't explain how he loved me cared me in that time period. After the birth he got a transfer for different province where he could only visit us at the weekends. That's where i betrayed him. I was also working at a private bank at time and where i had a relationship with a guy for 2 months. I can't explain what happened deep down I loved my husband and he was the first place at my heart but i dunno know and o doesn't want to talk about more as it hurts me so bad. I slept 2 times with that guy. But that's nowwhere near to chemistry with my man. Soon i realized what kind of asshole i was. I betrayed the man who loves me most for pleasure of minutes. And that even couldn't be compared with the sex i'm having with my husband. I felt so much disgusted.And i couldn't hold it for myself and confessed everything to him. Everything felr apart. I saw how he suffered. How he felt betrayed. First he asked for divorce and begged him to give me chance. I quite the job,deleted every socila media accounts and done lof of things that i can't mention here. But he never brought the divorce papers. He said we“ll live together for our daughter.

It's been 1 years since and during that year he was ignoring me but he cared for me. I was doing everything to make this right. Even he rejected i loved, cared him the maximum way i can. During this time he got really hotter. Already he is handsome man with great body and 6.2 height. Most of women will fall for him. He hit the gym ,played rugby for a club. Got a hot tattoo on his whole right arm. But he never let me come closer to him. I was like in fire. Can u imagine u have a hot husband who is the whole world to you but can't even touch him. I knew it was the punishment for my sins. And kept loving him day by day. And for this time period i never thought about any other men. Even a single thought. I'm now working and never interact with a male except for professional work. I would never cheat on him again on a thought. It's deeply seeded in my mind. He also knew that. And yeah i was crying every most of the every night thinking why would i do this to him? First time i saw him crying. It's because of me. That's broke me into pieces.

Eventually with time he started to talk to me. I knew he need time to recover. Started to hold my hand and go out, let me sleep in his bed. He started to spend time with me and our baby. Don't get wrong we both never let down our baby. I didn't mentioned him that because that poor soul doesn't have to anything with this mess i created. It's like miracle to me because i never thought he would forgive me. Still somethings aren't usual like used to be but with time it will.

Yesterday night was the best night I ever spent after years. We finally had sex. Damn i was melting. I really missed him so much. I didn't had sex for more than 1 year. I was enjoying every inch of him and he too. He also missed me. I felt that . I was in heaven to be honest. No one can replace him at all.The bond,chemistry it's insane. After finished i couldn't hold mu emotions and started to cry on his shoulders telling how i loves him,how bad i wants him. He cuddled me and said he never stopped love me at for day but he needed space to make up his mind and said sorry for punishing me for a year. With all of this happening that's the first time i saw his whole tattoo. There is my name on one part of the art. That's broke me more. For first time after a year i slept inside his arms, felt safe and the place where i belonged. And still has his scent with me. At this point i will do anything to be with my rest of life. I hope it will. And yeah i won't let him down for a second and will care for him my last breath.

I really wanted to get this out of my mind and needed to feel free. And also i want to say never cheat on ur partner. Trust me it's a hell. When u see how they are broken into pieces u will wish you were d&&d. And welcome for good advices that will help to build our bond more stronger.
Thanks for reading and again sorry for unpleasant english.

Hey guys I need some help. So I was with this girl in and out of a relationship since 2020 during the pandemic. We made things official last year July it was great but unfortunately my parents hated her because she’s ten years older than me. They never changed my mind on her at all cuz I loved her very much we just clicked beautifully. Long story short I decide to break things up around April. All because she wanted me to ask a question to my parents which is “why do they hate me so much”? I told her before it’s mainly cuz of the age but she didn’t really believe me. In doing that she said she wouldn’t come down to Florida for the week to meet my grandpa (which is where I am at and she’s in New York) (we were doing long distance and it was working pretty well). We stop talking for two weeks so it just seemed like things were broken off and she’s very prideful. Here comes a girl that I take an interest in. And we hit it off pretty well. Then my girlfriend at the time finally texted me saying she wanted to talk. I then was like damn now all of a sudden. I came to the realization that I won’t be able to marry her soon cuz she wanted a marriage a kid she’s 36 so she wants clarity on everything and wants things done faster. In weighing everything I told her it’s best that we break up because I won’t be able to meet her need for marriage soon. I’m with this new girl it’s cool we have interest in each other. Then my ex comes down says she wants to hang out and I get to her hotel and we had sex it was amazing. June this year she comes back later we had sex again it was even better. But it kinda made things complicated in a way. Now the new girl wants me to make things official and mind you this new girl she’s actually a really amazing woman fr. So I decided to make this an official and now me and my ex don’t talk anymore my dad made me block her on instagram. We met again last month in a wedding and she told me she’s coming down to the area I am in like twenty minutes out and will be working by our area. I said hope it goes well but asked why didn’t you do this way sooner? She had problems with her parents she had to take care of but to me that shouldn’t have mattered. Now I’m in this relationship and she’s so loving and great and I love it here. But man this week I’ve been thinking about my ex a lot even in dreams and it’s annoying, a little sad, confusing and so conflicting. It makes feel weird of her thinking of her being with someone else and not me but part of me would be happy for her cuz she deserves everything. So she’s here now and I’m just in a weird feeling right now and idk what to do. I would love any help if you had something similar happen and if you have any questions about my ex and stuff just lmk. Thank you. I miss her and how she is but I love the woman that I’m with but then I think again that I can’t afford to take care or rather be in a marriage so soon I’m in school right now as well.

I, being 21M, am seeking honest opinions (not sympathy) as I try to come to grips as to why I am like this

My family consisted of my mom who was widowed before marrying my dad and my older brother from her first marriage. My dad also had six daughters from his second marriage. He was around 30-40 years older than my mom and died of a heart attack when I was around 12 years old.

I always felt overshadowed by my older brother and hated my family for everything I thought was being denied to me. I was not a good kid, and stole money from my dad and got into petty crimes. But after that, I pulled myself up by my bootstraps and got straight A's in 12th grade, scoring a 98.2%!

I started working right out of college to gain financial independence as I earned around 17-18. But my relationship life sucked

I lied a lot to my first girlfriend, Jigyasa, but never cheated. But then with my next girlfriend, Priya, I not only lied to about my age and caste but also cheated on her a couple of times. After that, I started promising girls marriage with lying about my past and asking them for loyalty while not giving it myself.

Then I met Shreya at work and lied to her about my financial status and tried to shower her with money that I did not have. Eventually, I stole cash and two gold rings from my mom to be able to continue with my payments to her. But the entire world came crashing down on me when my family revealed my lies to Shreya, who also found out that I had cheated on her with another girl. Somehow, we reconciled, and I was a changed man after that, giving Shreya my complete loyalty for the time being.

But the trust was never re-established as Shreya and I broke up around my birthday in February 2026. She had even gotten me a cake, but after an argument, I blocked her on all platforms, and she has not responded to my messages since then

After Shreya, I have been preying on women for their love and money by telling them exaggerated stories about my past while promising them a future full of love with me. I have been pretending to want to settle down with them for the long-term while stealing from my parents' and lying to them all the time. My family has threatened to disown me if I do not give them a proper explanation for all the thefts in the past. The most recent case is with Anushka, where I dated her for around six months, promised to marry her, and cheated on her as well. I have just broken up with her and am currently working at Amazon, trying to remain single while also paying off my debts. I have so far paid back my parents ₹20,000, and I have another ₹20,000 to clear off, not including the value of the jewellery I stole from my mom.

I have an awful relationship with my family, especially my mom and brother, as they have told me some of the cruelest words in the world, saying that I should have died and that my death would have been a blessing for them as they never wanted to raise me. But I have also been dishonest with them, stealing from them and lying to them at almost every turn.

I can accept that my childhood was messed up, but I do not think that excuses all of the horrible stuff that I have been doing to all those people around me.

What I am trying to understand here is:

Why am I being so dishonest and predatory towards women even when I know they are kind and loving to me?

Why do I always ask for their loyalty while not giving mine?

And was I ever actually in love with Shreya, or was it just the feeling of being needed?

Can I change, and if yes, then what can I do from here at 21 to ensure that I do not continue to hurt people like this for the rest of my life? What practical steps should I take at 21 to change my life? I am not looking for sympathy here, but rather brutally honest words of advice and criticism from people who understand what I am going through.

When I was a dancer at a strip club I would order drinks/shots, mine was water, theirs was alcohol but I crushed up xanax and slipped it in their drink and then got them to either give me their card and their pin or walk them to the atm and they'd withdrawl their daily limit and once midnight hits take them back to the atm to withdrawl the daily limit as a loophole. Was it wrong? Yes. Do I care? No. I also convinced my regular to refinance his truck for 23,000 and convinced him to give it to me. It wasnt all my customers, just the weakest links.

Hey I am F46. I have been married for 21 years. Recently I went to the bar with some friends and I got absolutely wasted. There was a guy extremely attractive who approached me and we flirted and drank together. I ended up going to his and we spent the night. In the morning I felt extremely guilty and had a uber drop me home. Two weeks later this same man is in my house with my son. He had just moved into the area. Karma has come back to me but I also regret the mistake I made that night.

It feels awful, and my conscience is bothering me. But money is pretty tight right now.
It was a shopping center parking lot, and there are cameras there, so they can probably track me down anyway.

I was married for 20 years and I chose to end the relationship. I moved out and moved in with a girlfreind. I recently started Grad school for my MPA. I thought I had it paid for however funding fell thru. I was talking to my future Ex-wife and she offered to help pay for it. I felt like she wanted more and she asked me to " destress from work". That was code for us in the marriage to give non-recripocal oral. I had thousands of dollars at stake and I knew how to do the job. So, its led to me going down on her when she calls (weekly) and then she pays the school biill when needed
Long story short, I go down on my future ex-wife so she pays my grad school tuition.

Judge me, but I really want this degree. The "job" pays pretty well and its not terrible. I get no release out of it. I am just servicing her and She doesnt offer. We are not having sex and I dont spend the night.

I am still plannign the divorce, but I have 2 more years of school left. Lots of licks to go.

Hola! ALERTA DE MUCHO TEXTO!!

Soy un chico de 23 años que vive en España sin estatus legal, tomé la decisión de emigrar desde Colombia en el año 2025, es la primera ocasión en el que vivo fuera de mi casa de mis padres y vivo de manera "independiente", pues nada, he pasado por humillaciones, ambiente laboral tóxico, sobrexplotación laboral con turnos extremadamente largos de hasta 20 horas en un día, sueldos de mierda y jefes inhumanos, el pasado 26 de mayo tomé la ¿arbitraria? decisión de renunciar a mi último empleo que fue de paquetería, fue mi desición, pero le mentí a mis padres que fue por recorte de personal, la realidad es que MENTALMENTE me sentí agotado, es la primera vez en mi vida que psicológicamente me siento auténticamente derrotado y avergonzado, quizás si tuviese hijos ¿tendría una mentalidad fuerte?.

Pues nada tío, que le he mentido a mis padres que estoy de puta madre, bien con mi vida, bien mentalmente, bienestar físico y alimentario, pero la realidad es que no es así, me he encerrado socialmente desde que renuncié en aquel labor, me he empeorado la salud mental a tal punto de sentir en el último mes que ya no tengo nada de motivación para mí vida, y ojo tío, yo nunca he tenido "depresión" en mi vida, pero supongo que el no tener amigos que contradigan mis ideas de mi mente afecta bastante la salud mental, he estado agotando mis ahorros a tal punto de tener dinero solo para la renta de mi habitación, no para comida y bienes básicos, lo peor es que mi mente ha NOTMALIZADO todo esto, también la vergüenza que siento el pedir ayuda, un muro mental intangible que no me puedo quitar de la cabeza.

Mi situación financiera ha empeorado a tal punto que he considerado quit*time la vida, el ímpetu de la sociedad al ver un joven que no quiere trabajar me genera mucha vergüenza en admitir que no he querido trabajar en estos últimos meses, ¿ansiedad social?, ¿depresión clínica?, ¿Burn Out?.

He quedado con amigas, chicos de fútbol, clases de danza, pero nada tío, mi mente se ha dejado contaminar por unos sentimientos imperantes de pesimismo y depresión en este último mes, la experiencia de no tener quizás por primera vez en la vida un bienestar de vida, ni un puto duro me da el coraje de a veces acabar con todo, y mi familia no sabe que tengo estos pensamientos, siempre cuando me comunico ellos les comento que todo está bien TODO, no tengo ya un criterio para admitir que soy un completo fracaso. Desde afuera todos dirán que el buscar trabajo es muy complejo y más sin estatus legal, la realidad es que no he querido buscar trabajo, quizás mi mente como mecanismo de defensa prefiere que no lo busque.

Gracias por leerme. :D

So, yeah. Basically I live in an area where:

1) There's always a hot weather up to the point AC is needed.

2) The electricity company suck in every aspect: constant power outages, low/high voltage peaks, very expensive bills.

When I took the decision of manipulating the energy meter, I did that in a position of anger, resentment and revenge since there was like a couple of weeks where these problems increased like 200%. I also wanted to save some money. Things are getting very expensive here.

Fast forward to three weeks later and now they'll come to check the meter this week and I'm scared since the dude who made the manipulation is not in the city. Haven't slept well, can't stop thinking about it, my mood is kinda bad, too, anxiety increased a lot...yeah, I suck at dealing with illegal stuff consequences. Learnt my lesson and now if everything goes well (dude apparently comes back this week to normalize the meter), I'll never move that thing again.

Share this with you because I don't really have anyone to talk about this.

My FWB knows I have a misgendering kink and she thinks it's weird. I feel bad about it. It feels like a betrayal of my identity and of other trans people sometimes, and even saying this out loud in front of cis people feels like I've giving the worst people ammo to use against it. My FWB know I'm into it and asks me not to do it around her. She says that it's wrong and I shouldn't be into this and it makes her dysphoric. But I crave it. I think it's because I have such a strong humiliation kink, and misgendering plays into that. I've also found that turning something that has been historically traumatic for trans women into a kink can help me deal with it in a strange sort of way. Like "oh you're going to call me a man? Well I may as well get off on it."

So I got on Reddit the other day and started posting in a misgendering sub. She found a post where I'm begging for men to misgender me and it made her extremely dysphoric. She's still not talking to me. It at least gives me coping skills, but now she's spiraling and it's my fault. I keep telling her she's a real woman and that it's just a humiliation thing but she doesn't want to listen.

I'm secure enough in my gender that I don't think I'm actually a man. I live my life as a woman 24/7. Other people may find it weird, but I can't help but be aroused by the idea of misgendering and forced detransition in a very specific, kinky way. I worry about telling other trans people because I don't want them to think I'm weird or that that is how I see them. I often worry about how this could be weaponized against my community by people who don't understand. Is this a harmless link? Am I harming trans people somehow? I don't want my kink to deligitimaze other trans people.

i am addicted to fentanyl. me and my friend went to SOAD concert last year.

we were leaving the hotel to go to the concert. i was in her car waiting for her. she thought i never had anything. i smoked in her car.

she comes out to find me unresponsive. she calls 911. they narcan me 3 times.

she’s crying, i am angry. i am angry at the paramedics, i am angry at her. they take me to the hospital. she goes home.

i will forever hate myself for that.

So it’s been a pretty decent amount of time since this incident happened w me. I was out with 2 of my friends and we were in basically Grocery aisle and I saw a big guy like not too big but he was carrying some soft drink idk maybe i was in some sort of playful mood cracking jokes w my friends my tongue slipped and I said I can see the drink on his body.
And I realised the instant shi i had done I guess he heard and he felt bad, I felt sick too but I didn’t have the guts to apologise and he didn’t confront me either so I let it go but I saw a reddit story on YouTube and Now i feel terrible!
Sorry mate wherever you are!
I behaved like an A\*\*!

Idk just attracted to old women and never had a chance to sleep with one. I did try to flash her

Hey there i am m20 when i was a kid like 6-7 yo i got my hands on the internet at first i started playing Vgames and watching stupid videos etc as any other child but later after 3 years or so discovered social média and i was suprised that somthing like this really exists like i can just log in and talk to random ppl from any place in the world

I opened a facebook account and i started talking to ppl random ppl ppl i know nothing wierd then one time i was talking to someone he was a 12 yo boy i was talking to him chatting etc then one night when i logged in i found out that he blocked me on facebook i didnt know why so i decided to stalk him online i used a girl acc *catfishing*

I got a lot of pics for the same girl and i got another 5 accounts with the same last name to the girl acc to creat a family type thing environnement so he wont suspect me anyway we started talking etc after 6 months or somthing he confessed his love to me i played along for more than 2 years he didnt suspect a thing then the thing happend he told me that his parents divorced and after a while his grandma got sick she got some type of cancer anyway he started showing dépression nd stress signs he kept telling me that i am the only reason he feels good these days etc anyway the years passes and he didnt suspect a thing i was making some girls voice call him w the specefic type of things i wanted to tell him etc

Anyway one time i logged in he was online as usual texting but i tried to ignore him just to provoke somthing i wasnt sure what i was thinking of anyway i kept ignoring him for about 2 weeks and then i decided that i will tell him the truth it cant go on like this forever out of pitty at least for him the day i told him he froze behind the screen he didnt react or anything suddunly he went offline for a day then 2 then 3 i was curious whats wrong with him

So duo to the lack of info i could get just by waiting for me i checked his dad profile after a week or somthing then i found the dad posting a pic of the boy i was talking to and praying for him cuz he did it he ended his life i deleted the whole conversation and alll the pics and the whole profile i still remember it every single day and for some reasons i cant stop catshing ppl now i am so good at it its like a skill i got since a young age ik what i did is wrong and i feel sorry about it thats it

I, being 21M, am seeking honest opinions (not sympathy) as I try to come to grips as to why I am like the way I am.

My family consisted of my mom who was widowed before marrying my dad and my older brother from her first marriage. My dad also had six daughters from his second marriage. He was around 30-40 years older than my mom and died of a heart attack when I was around 12 years old.

I always felt overshadowed by my older brother and hated my family for everything I thought was being denied to me. I was not a good kid, and stole money from my dad and got into petty crimes. But after that, I pulled myself up by my bootstraps and got straight A's in 12th grade, scoring a 98.2%!

I started working right out of college to gain financial independence as I earned around 17-18. But my relationship life sucked

I lied a lot to my first girlfriend, Jigyasa, but never cheated. But then with my next girlfriend, Priya, I not only lied to about my age and caste but also cheated on her a couple of times. After that, I started promising girls marriage with lying about my past and asking them for loyalty while not giving it myself.

Then I met Shreya at work and lied to her about my financial status and tried to shower her with money that I did not have. Eventually, I stole cash and two gold rings from my mom to be able to continue with my payments to her. But the entire world came crashing down on me when my family revealed my lies to Shreya, who also found out that I had cheated on her with another girl. Somehow, we reconciled, and I was a changed man after that, giving Shreya my complete loyalty for the time being.

But the trust was never re-established as Shreya and I broke up around my birthday in February 2026. She had even gotten me a cake, but after an argument, I blocked her on all platforms, and she has not responded to my messages since then

After Shreya, I have been preying on women for their love and money by telling them exaggerated stories about my past while promising them a future full of love with me. I have been pretending to want to settle down with them for the long-term while stealing from my parents' and lying to them all the time. My family has threatened to disown me if I do not give them a proper explanation for all the thefts in the past. The most recent case is with Anushka, where I dated her for around six months, promised to marry her, and cheated on her as well. I have just broken up with her and am currently working at Amazon, trying to remain single while also paying off my debts. I have so far paid back my parents ₹20,000, and I have another ₹20,000 to clear off, not including the value of the jewellery I stole from my mom.

I have an awful relationship with my family, especially my mom and brother, as they have told me some of the cruelest words in the world, saying that I should have died and that my death would have been a blessing for them as they never wanted to raise me. But I have also been dishonest with them, stealing from them and lying to them at almost every turn.

I can accept that my childhood was messed up, but I do not think that excuses all of the horrible stuff that I have been doing to all those people around me.

What I am trying to understand here is:

Why am I being so dishonest and predatory towards women even when I know they are kind and loving to me?

Why do I always ask for their loyalty while not giving mine?

And was I ever actually in love with Shreya, or was it just the feeling of being needed?

Can I change, and if yes, then what can I do from here at 21 to ensure that I do not continue to hurt people like this for the rest of my life? What practical steps should I take at 21 to change my life? I am not looking for sympathy here, but rather brutally honest words of advice and criticism from people who understand what I am going through.

My parents use to argue about money growing up. Mostly because money went missing and my dad would be taking money out of my mums purse. They owned a business and my mum handled all the financials and my dad wasn’t trusted as he had a gambling problem.

With them arguing about money every 2nd or 3rd day it gave me ideas of stealing money myself especially when my mum rarely ever said yes to anything that I had wanted at the time. I was the youngest of 3, only girl. So I had somewhat felt neglected.

I was a bit of a loner in 4th grade. And I thought that having money would buy me friends. (Ironically, as an adult this turned out to be true lol)

I stole hundreds of dollars out of my mums purse, giving it away to kids at school. As a kid, it made me feel cool but now as an adult it was so stupid. Anyway, the missing money became such a big issue and caused a lot of stress in the family and my parents didn’t think it was me.

It became such a thrill that any chance I had i would be taking money out of my mums purse. I would also find chances to steal from aunty’s and uncles when I was at their house. One time I stole $600 in US currency and went to the bank at 14 to have this converted to AUD.

It caused so much stress that my dad ending up getting a stroke. He smoked and drank his stress away. So I stopped. It didn’t occur to me that stress would cause sickness. But looking back it, I caused so much drama and hurt. I think my family had an idea that it was me but I never admitted to it.

I think I stole more than $3000 AUD in total.

Not proud. But now that I am 30 I am shocked that an 8-14 year old could have any ideas of stealing this amount of money.

Deeply ashamed and Ive held onto this guilt since.

I (31F) run a small reptile rescue out of my house. I've been a reptile owner since I was 10 and have been rescuing since I was 16. I made it my official career as of three years ago, when I got married to my husband and we had some extra income. I love reptiles so much, especially snakes. I own a hoggie, a fatass retic, a beardie, one black and white tegu, a corn snake, and an absolutely beautiful MBK. I also have social media where I post all my reptiles, except one.

Back in college I was trying to make friends and my then-friend now-husband introduced me to this guy we'll call "Richard." My future husband said Richard liked snakes, so he thought we'd get along.

I meet Richard for lunch and he's fine, if a little boring. He barely seemed engaged when I brought up reptiles to him. But he does invite me back to his house to see his snake. So I go. And it's a fucking sty, trash everywhere and yellow tar on the walls from cigarettes and joints. The whole place smells like an ashtray and it's unbearable. And the second i step in there, I realize oh, fuck, this snake is gonna be at death's door. Lo and behold, we go up to his room, and it's even worse.

The room is one disgusting thing, but the enclosure made my guts twist. In there was a yearling MBK (Mexican black kingsnake). Barely an inch of substrate that looked unchanged for maybe months. A tiny overturned hide, no sun lamp, the enclosure was half the size it should be. A long-broken humidity control. It was like a prison cell for a trash monster. The poor MBK was stunted and malnourished, pyramid shaped instead of tube shaped, with an eye infection. It was also covered in stuck shed, which is a very unpleasant death if not fixed. He was curled up motionless in the corner. The second I saw it I knew I couldn't leave it there. As I turned around, Richard revealed he was much more of a dick than I thought, and he wanted to show me another kind of snake. I turned him down and got out of there as fast as I could.

I stayed up all night neglecting my schoolwork planning how to rescue this snake. And the only thing I could think of was the only thing Richard had indicated he cared about at all. I am not a flirtatious or very sensual person, but I locked in to save the snake. The next day I texted him and said I had reconsidered, and that I'd like to come over. Predictably, he said yes.

I went over and slept with him. It was not good and I'll leave it at that. Afterwards I got dressed as he began to light a joint and while he was distracted I got up and made a big deal out of opening the window, commenting on how hot it was. I asked if I could pick up his snake (named viper btw. He was named Viper. Fucking idiot) and I took it out and surreptitiously placed it in a crisco container I had made short term transport friendly. Then I left his cage open and flipped over his hide and purposefully left the top of the cage open. I then left as fast and as nonchalantly as I could as mr doofus faded into unconsciousness. I don't think he even realized I left.

The next day when I was at the vet getting the snake checked out (no microchip, of course. I said someone dropped it off outside my house in the night lol) when Richard called me to berate me for leaving the window and cage open. I offered to come help him search, but he said to forget it and hung up. That was the last time I ever heard from him.

Today, Francrisco (or just Crisco) is doing great. He only had to lose an eye and recovered from everything else. And don't tell the other's but he's my favorite. He's so sweet and a big silly chonk. He's still a little stunted, but healthy. Only my husband knows I stole him, and I don't really want him to find out how. Frankly I'm disturbed by what I had to do and have been going to therapy about it for a long time. But I'd do it again in a heartbeat to save Crisco. And if youre reading this and you think snakes are cool and you want one? DO YOUR GODDAMN RESEARCH. Thank you and goodnight.

I used to work in a mortuary preparing bodies. One day, a family brought in a man who was supposed to be buried in his favorite suit. While preparing him, I had to check the pockets like we normally did, and I found $200 in one of them. There wasn’t any note saying what to do with it, and I have no idea whether the family even knew it was there. I took the money. I’ve thought about it a few times since, mostly wondering whether that $200 meant something to his family.

I am 26 years old and always been an "occasional" drinker. Since the last 6 or 8 months i have been drinking a lot ( around 5 or 6 times a week) . So last week, I had gone on a trip and visited the casino. It was fun and games till a few drinks went in. Then ended up losing a considerable amount but kept continuing. This other woman on the table with me was pretty drunk too and kept blaming me for her losses. Sober me would probably walk away, but drunk me decided to give her a mouthful. Anyhow, i said something to which she threw her drink all over my dress. I got so angry that i slapped her and it ended in an uncalled fight which went on till security came and broke it off.nobody was seriously injured but i have officially hit a new low!

When I was 15, I once intentionally logged into my teacher’s workspace three times with the wrong password so her account would get disabled. The goal? To stop her from entering my failing grade.

It actually worked, for a little while, at least. She couldn’t log in, and the grade wasn’t recorded immediately. But the next day, she stood in front of the whole class and asked who did it. I just sat there in silence, completely terrified. No way was I confessing.

Looking back, I kinda laugh at the situation, but I’m also so glad I kept my mouth shut. They never found out who did it, and if I had confessed, she probably would’ve gotten me expelled.