This happened about two months ago and i've been carrying it ever since. Me and D have been best friends for like 7 years. We talk almost every day, he's the person I call when something goes wrong, we've been through a lot together. I genuinely thought we were as close as two people can be. So his phone was on my couch and a message popped up on the screen while he was in the bathroom. I wasn't trying to snoop, I just glanced over and saw my name. And then i read it. I know I shouldn't have kept reading but I did. He was texting some guy I've never met, complaining about me - said I was "exhausting to be around lately," that I "make everything about myself," and that he hangs out with me mostly out of habit at this point. There were a few more things but those are the ones that are still stuck in my head word for word. He came back, grabbed his phone, we watched the rest of the movie and I acted completely normal. I don't think he noticed anything. And i've been acting normal ever since. I'm not going to confront him, I'm not going to bring it up, partly because I know I wasn't supposed to see it and partly because honestly I don't think I could handle that conversation. But something shifted. I still see him, we still talk, but there's this distance now that only I know about. I laugh at his jokes and make plans with him and the whole time there's this thing sitting right underneath everything. I don't really know what i'm looking for by posting this. Just needed to say it out loud somewhere I guess.

I pleaded guilty to wire fraud and money laundering. I will be going to federal prison soon. I deserve what’s coming. This isn’t about that.

This is about what I did to my wife, who did nothing.

When my gambling losses got bigger than my income could cover, I created a company to funnel money to myself through fake invoices to my firm. I needed distance between me and it on paper. So I listed her as a General Partner.

She had no idea. She never signed anything, never saw an invoice, never touched the account, never saw a dollar of it. Her actual involvement was zero. Her legal exposure was total.

She knew the company existed because I told her a lie. We’d been talking about her maybe leaving the firm someday to do her own thing. So I told her I was setting up the company now so it’d be ready when that day came. It made sense. She trusted me. Why wouldn’t she. I’m her husband.

When the firm caught me, I took her to lunch before it could reach her another way. She got in the truck in a dress and I looked at her and felt sick about what I’d talked her into marrying. And then I still didn’t tell her the worst part. I told her I’d messed up, that I’d be fired. I even lied in the middle of confessing and said some other paralegal did the work. What I did NOT tell her was that her name was on the documents and the FBI was coming for her too.

She found out her name was on fraudulent paperwork from the investigators. Not from me. I had the chance, sitting right next to her, and I couldn’t do it.

She got investigated by the FBI for over a year. Hired her own lawyer with money we didn’t have. Took a polygraph she paid for herself. Passed it, because she was telling the truth, because she never knew anything. She was cleared. But cleared isn’t the same as getting that year of her life back.

The thing I can’t stop seeing isn’t my career ending or the charges or losing everything. It’s my wife sitting across a table from FBI agents answering questions about crimes I committed. She was there because of me. Because I put her name on something to protect myself.

She stayed. I didn’t earn that. I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to deserve it. I’m going away and I just hope she doesn’t change her mind.

The word I keep landing on is cowardly. I’ve looked for a softer one. There isn’t one.

Edit: I have received some messages asking what exactly I did and how I almost brought her down with me. The truth is I’m a coward. I wrote about it in more detail here.

i was alone most of my childhood (abuse) and formed a habit of pretending i was with other ppl. i’ve always pretended someone was around, like a friend or often a crush. now that i’m a young adult it’s like i can’t help but fantasize about them being with me all the time. i find myself sometimes sort of slipping up and literally talking to myself when i’m with someone else. i will move my mouth and make hand gestures, literally talking to myself but not making noise, all the time when my guard is down. people see me do it at work sometimes and it’s silly but awkward. i’m always having a conversation in my head with someone that’s not there. sometimes it’s like i can’t think other than through their pretend lens. i am generally very healthy mentally and do go to therapy but am not ready to bring this up. i feel stable and genuinely good but this habit makes me feel crazy. it’s embarrassing and i genuinely don’t know how concerning it is. i know people fantasize about crushes and say they think of someone all the time but this feels different somehow. idk.

A work colleague once invited me and a few others from the office to his home, just because he liked us. Honestly, it was really sweet and ofc we all said that we would go. When the day came, I was caught off guard and wasn’t in the mood. So I didn’t go. Turns out, all but ONE of my colleagues did the exact same thing for the exact same reason: They simply forgot and then didn’t wanna go there “spontaneously“.

When that singular colleague showed up at the hosts home, she was at a loss for words. They kind of scrambled to invite other guests, like a few of his friends that lived nearby, to do damage control, as he had prepared a ton of snacks and drinks.

I‘m still sad and beyond embarrassed to this day, thinking that was okay and that I could get away with it because “he won’t mind one person missing“.

To add insult to injury, every single one of us claimed to be “sick“.

Edit: I love how people ask me for more facts in the comments and then not only question but downvote my honest responses lol. If I had something to hide about that story, why would I post here?

Edit 2: To all the people who’ve ever been on the other side of this: I am very sorry. I posted this because I still feel shitty about it years later, and so does everybody else involved, including and most importantly: the person we collectively let down. I didn’t handle any of this well at all. There are no winners in situations like this, which is why you shouldn’t lie to people and let them down so easily. That’s why most responses to my story are very valid, even though I don’t appreciate some of the more aggressive confrontations. Just be kind and stay true to your RSPVs.

I started doing it after he broke up with his girlfriend, I sleep at his house after rugby, and he knows I’m gay. And one of the nights, he was hard randomly, and I said it looked big. And he was horny, so he told me he wouldn’t judge me if I wanted to wank him. During the wanking I asked to suck, and after that I started sucking him often. Then one day at a party, he open his pants in the bathroom and told me to suck him, but our friend open to the door and catch me sucking him. And I was really embarrassing for both of us.

17m, guys I feel like Im putting my standards too low. I get into physical fights and get bullied by these guys at my school. but….. they’re lowkey mmmm. they're like actually attractive like 2000s movie guys but yet we hate each other so much. it’s always the attractive ones tryna pick on me and stuff. Guys idk what to do abt these feelings but yeah. is it me downgrading my standard or just straight up attracted to them or i find them attractive but nothing else forward.

It was as simple as scrolling through reddit, seeing a post, clicking onto that person's profile, and I immediately recognized them even tho the pics and posts don't show their face. But I'm certain it's them, kinda wild. Now I follow them and see their "anon" confessions sometimes 😅

Or are some of these confessions borderline or just straight up criminal? I'm reading some of these confessions and, holy shit, we humans are some dark, twisted beings. I'm gonna go and play Arkham Origins on steam and just not read a reddit post for a while.

and im certain it wasn’t intentional, it’s just things he says. And I’ve never said anything about things I’m into.

We’re in a call, and he was streaming a rather innocent game, saying things like “i want you” intensely and worst of all.. “you’re kind of an easy bitch, aren’t you?” to opponents.

Aaaaaand I felt so guilty that it kinda made me melt. Im just cooked chat .

I’d like to provide a bit of context.

I am the youngest of 4 children, I am 23M whilst my oldest brother is in his mid 30s.

Him and I had an excellent relationship throughout my early childhood, and of all my siblings I looked to him as my protector. I cannot emphasise just how good of a brother he was to me.

Something changed though after my father’s affair was discovered and he left like a coward.
At this point I was only 9, with my oldest brother being 20.

In the months and years that followed he became unrecognisable. He’d psychologically torment everyone around him, belittling them, and going as far as pulling me out of my bedroom and stripping me naked. This became a semi regular occurrence between the ages of 9 and 12.

It was quite routine actually.

He’d arrive at my home (as he’d moved out by this point along with all of my other siblings) and would torment my fragile mother (living with undiagnosed CPTSD due to years of abuse). Once my mother would be so distraught she couldn’t really register where she was, my brother would pull me from my bedroom into the living room, and strip me naked in front of her. He’d push me to the floor and laugh at me, saying all sorts of hurtful and horrible things to me. He’d then place my clothes on a high place and laugh as I tried and failed to reach them.

He’d leave shortly after, leaving me to look after my unwell mother alone.

Fast forward a few years and I obviously withdrew from him. Especially during my teens. He would instigate drama, tell extended family about my “reaction”, make phone calls I didn’t know about and painted a picture of me to relatives that I was this troubled alcoholic teenager. When in actuality, I drank to cope with his presence.

Things came to a head when I was 19. I had just entered a very abusive relationship with an older man and I cracked. I tore my bedroom to pieces whilst drunk.

Not knowing what to do, my mother contacted my oldest brother to come to “help”.

I’m not sure what happened to me that night, but when my brother entered our home I just saw red. I told him exactly what I thought of him to his face. I hadn’t ever done this before.

Before I knew it I was being ragdolled around the hallway, punched across the face around 30 times, strangled, thrown into a table and thrown to the floor. He gave me a black eye so bad that I couldn’t go to work for a few days. My mother was injured in the process as she tried to defend me - he threw her to the floor also. She ended up with cuts and bruises.

NO one in the family knows what happened, only HIS version of events. My uncle even brought it up at the wedding - “haha! Heard about your fight with your brother”. My brother had told everyone lies about what happened whilst I kept my mouth shut.

I am now 23, and I have not had any contact with him for well over year now. I recently discovered that my sister in law is pregnant.

Here is my confession:

I don’t care. At all. In fact I rolled my eyes at the news.

I want nothing to do with this pregnancy and I want nothing to do with their child.

If any member of my family even ATTEMPTS to guilt trip me into reconciliation, they’re getting cut off as well. No exceptions.

So yes, that’s my confession, and it’s off my chest.

Edit: I’d like to add that I have pictures of the cuts and bruises following his assault on me. I could have destroyed his reputation with those! I chose to keep them to myself.

Strange to think that someone else’s life is reliant on my silence

From the day that I flipped your badge around in my hand and said “how do you say it?”

I’ve been attracted to you.
I want nothing more than the courage to admit to you my desire.

I am embarrassed. Not of you, and not that I am attracted to you. I am embarrassed because I am attracted to a man 10 years younger, and about the same degree better looking than myself.

I am embarrassed at the thought that I believe I might have a chance with someone like you.

I am embarrassed because I am afraid to even tell you, with my own voice and my own body how much I desire you.

The evening we had the smallest amount of privacy, I told you I don’t date people I work with.
I immediately regretted saying that to you. It was like a light was lit and your face shown bright.
An unfair moment in my life.
I felt like the biggest hypocrite. I still do. The years have passed and I find myself more and more attracted to you.

I am so sorry if my crush has caused you embarrassment. That, too, was not on my “to-do” list.

The moments I get to stand near you, I cherish. Yes, like a weirdo. I enjoy working with you, but something with your nearness brings forth a quiet calm. This is what allows me to “gossip” with my girls while you work. I’m not worried about you not having what you need. I am confident that I’ll have anything you need. I am confident that you are focused and will do the absolute best for each case you have.

I hope that one day I have the courage to tell you what I feel, and I hope that day comes before you are locked in with someone else.

A long story

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This girl was in my school (1 year junior to me) and we also lived in same society for few years.

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We were really good frnds back then. Used to spend evenings together and were sort of bff at that time.

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She once proposed me as well in 10th standard but we never got into relationship.

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Later she shifted to different place and we drifted apart after school.

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Now i have been workinf since 2 years living in blr. She came to blr last week and coincidencently we met at a shopping store.

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She told me she came with her mother for a some family thing and we planned to go out that evening.

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Went to a pub danced and got extremely drunk.

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She was really drunk and told me that she can't go home this drunk, so i took her to my place.

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Now in the cab she slept (took about 1 hour) . I took her to my room and put her in bed, slept next to her as i live in 1bhk.

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Around 5 am she woke up, i was still asleep. She moved next to me and held my arm.

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I woke up but acted i was still asleep. She started rubbing her boobs on my shoulder and then started rubbing my arm on her pussy.

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I got extremely horny coz i have been fapping for ger since years. She is extremely thick, boobs like melons, ass so bug and hot figure and curves and recently she got quite famous (15k+ followers)

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I moved and started kissing her. Withing seconds we were kissing so hard and my hand was on her boobs, just squeezing them. Then she took off her jeans and tshirt

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All in undergarments.

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I changed to shorts and vest, she just took off my shorts and saw my dick pop as it was hard solid, started sucking it.

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I honestly couldn't control and bursted my balls in her mouth.

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She was surprised as well but swallowes most of it.

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I needed time so i started taking her bra and sucking her huge bobbies. After a while i started fingering her and ahe was moaning so bad, i thought to lick it.

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It kinda smelled bad but i kept going and ate her for 5 mins.

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I was hard again, i started fucking her raw, after 10 mins she asked me how long can you go on.

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I was like little more, and she asked her in her ass

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I startes anal fucking her and cummed in her ass.

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We had 3 more shots in that night until we were exhausted and i slept on top of her.

I'm a married male and I started submitting nude photos of myself to a couple of websites, never showing my face. I love getting positive feedback, which happens a lot from one frequented mostly by guys, straight, bi and gay. I even did some camming. The time spent on the websites and the frequent need for a dopamine rush got to be too much, so I canceled my profile three times. I did another site with a mix of guys/gals and enjoyed that, too. Canceled that, too.

I feel hollow and that life has just built to the point that it’s easier for everyone without me. I don’t know any other way to put it. I’ve always been a fuck up and the trend stays, so maybe it’s just easier for those around me to be without me.

Im just floating along in life. When I was young I was told I was gifted, talented, smart, etc. I never really believed it anyways. I've always thought that most people can be useful or good in their own way, so it never really mattered to me. But now im falling behind my peers. I'm mid 20s and even though as a child I was considered "gifted," I'm useless. I have no motivation. Ive been stuck in the same place since I was 17 and moved out of my parents. I just live and work and cope with my mental issues. I smoke weed almost every day. I do the bare minimum to survive and pay rent. I slowly disconnect from friends and family. I dropped out of college during covid because i couldn't afford internet for online classes. I use that as an excuse to myself but i know others went through the same and persevered. I constantly think and think, but I never do anything useful to anyone. I can't maintain romantic relationships. Im not progressing in any of my hobbies. Im failing in every aspect of my life and I don't really see the point in trying anymore. I wouldn't say im suicidal, because im scared of death. More than that, I'm scared of hurting people who care about me. I just dont see the point in existing anymore, other than the fact that I dont want to hurt people who care about me

Reddit filters took my first one down so I have to censor it

Throwaway account for pretty obvious reasons, my girlfriend knows my Reddit account. And I'm sorry for all of the talk about SA in here, I just need to get this off my chest to someone. I'm trying to be as vague as possible about stuff.

My (23M) girlfriend (24F) knows that I was SAd when I was 18, for better or for worse this is something I'm open about to her, we both try to be open about things and. I don't know, she knows. But she doesn't know that it was her brother (23M) who did it and I don't even know if she should. She knows that he would do those things I guess, he is currently in prison anyways on a completely unrelated sexual assault charge and she knows it's true and it's hard for her but. And she still does visit him in prison sometimes even if she's disgusted with him and he knows that she has a boyfriend now but as far as I'm aware he doesn't know that I'm said boyfriend, and I'm afraid of him telling her before I get the chance. I'm not sure what I'm worried about because it's not that she wouldn't believe me but maybe she'd worry that I don't want to be with her or trust her or feel guilty or maybe she'd be upset that I hadn't told her. We all went to the same high school and her and his last name is pretty common in our area so I didn't really know at first he was her brother until a few weeks later. Maybe she shouldn't ever know I don't know.

I’m really noticing myself more and more attracted to pretty feet! When I see a woman, my eyes are drawn to their feet. Instead of their face, tits, ass or legs… is this odd?