People Are Revealing the Most Terrifying Confession They've Been Told By a Drunk Person

Freshman year of college, among all the new friends I made that year, there was one guy who was always a goofball. Very laidback, casual, down for whatever. The biggest red flag we got from him was that whenever people were drinking and hanging out, he would always essentially black out. He drank way too much and would kind of spaghetti-noodle his way around the party. While also intoxicated, after the party had winded down one night, a few people and I asked him why he always goes so damn hard.

While drooping his head a ton, sloshing around, and slurring everything, he told us about how a few months ago (the summer before college started), his best friend called him. They lived in a small town by the beach, and his friend asked him to come meet him to watch the sunset by the water. He biked over there, sat down, and they talked for a while, everything seemed fine. Then his friend took out a pistol and shot himself in the head, killing himself instantly. Apparently my friend had to call the police while covered in blood, brains, and skull fragments, just totally in shock. And then a few weeks later he went off to college a few states away, still in shock and unable to sleep or focus on anything.

He didn’t remember telling us that story, and I don’t think any of us wanted to bring it up. His drinking habits didn’t change until he was about to graduate, by which point he started going to therapy, got a job right after graduation, and seems to be doing better in the years since (thank god).

/Soulfighter56/

My friend introduced me to another of her friends (from a different town) she kinda wanted us to be friends too. Talked at length about how if we just met we would totally hit it off and become “good friends”.

So I agreed and we all decide to meet as a group together with other friends.
Well the evening goes great! her friend takes an immediate shine to me and is very nice and polite to my boyfriend — she seems lovely overall, even if not really the type of person I would normally be friends with (bit of a party/shopping kinda gal).

We divide to finish the night at a bar, after a while the guys go to grab more drinks and my other girlfriends decided to go to the WC, but ask me to stay behind and keep “new girl” company, as she’s had a drink to many.

Cool, im not exactly ecstatic about it, as I’m stone cold sober (I’m not really a drinker but because it tends to make people uncomfortable I always ask my boyfriend to grab a plain coke and simply act as if it’s rum and coke or some other cocktail drink) but I hide it well, and try to enjoy her monologue about furla bags? Whatever those are.
So I’m keeping her company and out of the blue she says that she liked my boyfriend, like he was good for me, she approved.

I laughed and sort of jokingly told her I appreciated her input but she couldn’t really do anything about it even if she didn’t like him? So she told me she could... and then tells me that she always has a couple of condoms in her bag just in case. I’m like, “Weird brag, but okay?”

Then she says something about how she would “use them” to “separate” her friends from bad boyfriends. Well at this point I’m assuming she means she would try to sleep with the guys? Like make a move on them? And that would be bad enough, but oh no no no, my sweet summer child:

She goes on to tell me exactly how she would “drop” condoms on the floor of the guy’s car. Plant them, in his house inside bathroom cupboards and bedroom drawers or like by the bed on the floor near the bedside tables. Even between couch cushions.

She’s just telling me this super seriously, like she’s some sort of mastermind/ super hero, saving her friends from undeserving boyfriends. I’m so stunned I’m literally speechless. Let’s just say we did not become “good friends”.

I made it a point to tell my friends about her and they broke contact too and I think some managed to talk to another mutual friend but who know how many more “friends” she “saved”. A horror story for the ages.

/andreskarsnik/

It didn't go unanswered, but I was made privy of it before the guy ended up getting arrested. I knew a fellow in highschool that had gotten mixed up into one REALLY bad decision. He kinda poured it out one day while we were skipping class. He came in drunk and visibly panicked.

Him and some friends had gotten into an altercation with this guy at an apartment complex in the early am. after some drinking. They had got into a fight, but since it was him and two other guys this other guy had started shit with, it was a 3v1 situation. As anyone who's experienced the real world knows...you really shouldn't mix alcohol and street fighting.

The three of them ended up killing this guy. I think it was a matter of during the brawl the guy fell down some concrete stairs and cracked his head open, at least that's how he told me it. (I would later find out it was SO much worse. And this fella was lying his ass off.)

Regardless, the three quite obviously panicked and realized they'd seriously fucked up. So...they proceeded to dismember the poor bastard in their garage. I wasn't given grisly details, all I know is they cut the guy up, stuffed the body parts in trash bags and the plan was to dump them into the river.

I don't know exactly how they were caught, if they turned themselves in or what, all I know is that later that day we returned to school and two police officers came down to the cafeteria to pick the guy up. Legitimately never saw the guy again. The guy I'm talking about swore he was only an accessory, but when the details finally came out...he was lying about a lot of things.

For starters the guy killed was mentally ill, and it wasn't a case of a 3v1 fight. In fact there were only two of them. I don't think there was much of a fight to begin with. They straight up murdered this guy. Stabbed him to death, actually. Finding out the truth later really fucked me up.

This guy was always super chill, very calm and collected. A very nice guy. He was a black belt in The Kwon do, and we'd spar a lot (I was heavily into martial arts as a whole back then and always trying to learn more, which is actually how I met the guy.), so I knew the guy could fight, and when his original story came out, it made sense that he could kill a guy in a fist fight if he was under the influence and not holding back.

Honestly, it's one of the most fucked up things anyone I personally knew has done. And that's saying something in my life. Apparently the guy tried to repel his case four years later to the court, and it was denied.

There's plenty of news reports about all this. But the details are all over the place between them. (I lived in a small town where shit like this just didn't happen. There was some gangbanging, but no heinous murders like this.)

/Trashboat77/

My mom was supper drunk as usual, and we were arguing through my bedroom door. Eventually, she got quiet and I asked if she was ok. Then she started to cry, big gross drunk sobbing and muttering incoherently.

I wanted to help her but I did not want to open the door in case it was a shitty trick, and then she rattled out: "I killed him." I laughed. "Killed who?" Her drunk shenanigans could be hilarious.

"That piece of shit Rick." This was a piece of shit redneck guy with a mullet she cheated on my dad with years prior who just fell off the face of the earth one day.
So I say, teasingly, through the door, "No you didn't."

"I did. I shot him right in his fat gut."
"Mom, shut up, no you didnt."
"I did, god damnit. I shot him with a pistol I got from your uncle Ed in Mississippi last time I went. They shaved the serial off for me. and I walked right into his house and shot him right in his fat gut while he was sitting on the couch.

"Mom, you did not. That was a dream."
"The bastard's dead. I SHOT HIM THREE TIMES! THREE!"
"Mom, shhhh, Dad's going to come up here."
"Oh fuck him." She started crying again and sounded very small and resolute when she said "I shot him, and I killed him."

She sniffled big wet snotty sniffs for a while and honestly i was scared shitless and my mind was racing. I didn't know what to believe.
"I threw the gun in (Lake Name). Maybe if anyome gives a shit they'll figure it out one day."

"When did all this happen?"
"Ah, let's see. Couple years ago now. Right after I got back from my trip to Mississsippi. Anyway, goodnight." And the she toddled her drunken self to bed.
Now what the fuck could I or should I do with that "information"? This convo was about 15 years ago now and the events described must be somewhere between 20-25 years.

I can't remember the guy's last name or even be certain that Rick was his real name, and anyway he was a huge god awful piece of shit human who made my life hell. I just know he used to plague us and then he vanished entirely.

My mom has passed away, and no one else in our lives knew him. She sounded creepily sincere on the other side of my door is all.

/ItsRainingSomewhere/

I was in law enforcement, dating someone in a different agency. I was city, he was county and had some rank both in backwater deep south. I had some out of town family staying with me for a wedding and he stopped by. He was drunk and agitated and was wearing his sidearm. It was very out of character.

One of my guests boy friends was the police chief in a very large city up north. He diffused the situation and made him remove his gun and had me walk him home, he lived one street over. When I got him home, he asked me to stay and talk. I didnt really want to. I had people waiting for me but he was really out of his mind.

Long story short, he said he killed someone back home. He was with his dad and they were hunting and they got in a fight with another hunter and he shot him. He even explained this whole upper and lower peninsula thing to me, I had never really left backwater coastal town. I was pretty naive.

This was pre internet days and it just wasn't knowledge I would have. He said his dad was police chief and ran the town he was from and that was why he ended up in backwater instead of close to a major city. He was upset they covered it up and he said he thought of the guys family and if they worried about this missing hunter. I ran home and told police chief friend.

We called the state police from that state and anonymously reported it. Anonymous because I was battling every day on the job, the department was corrupt and there was so much crap going on that I didn't trust anyone. We had just been in the middle of a huge investigation and I worried about my safety. So anonymous tip it was, it took the state police about 2 days to find me. Chief friend got involved and told about his state of mind, waving sidearm while drunk etc.

So began months of harassment and intimidation. My phone number and numbers of every family member were given out. People called my mom and told her things about me. No matter where I was, even if I parked outside county limits cops would run my plates over the radio and ask what home address and name was tied to that plate, then they would ask dispatch to make a note of the current location. Everyone knew where I was all the time. I had a few friends that would go to the sheriff and ask people to back off but it never got better. I have to admit I sank pretty low and tried to sabotage a few careers with info I had and I am not proud of that.

Eventually I just gave up and packed up my little car and drove far away. Never worked in law enforcement again. And the killer cop? State police said they matched up a few possibilities but chief had alibis for each time frame backed up by officers under his command. Killer left for a larger metropolitan city near backwater, probably an exemplary officer. I visit home and run into some of my former partners and friends that did not stand up for me occasionally, I pretend to not even know them.

My former boss who was instrumental to me getting fired had a slow fall from grace until he died. He was contacted once to verify employment and the person told me he said a ton of foul and offensive stuff about me. Not quite the sweet old guy that recruited me to work for him when he taught a class at the academy. I am not angry, if I had stayed in law enforcement, I think it would have killed me. I was already taking a lot of it too hard. I would have married a cop or a firefighter and just looked forward to date night at applebees and had a boring life. I would have never left backwater and not known what was out there for me.

But a murderer and a whole police department that helped cover it up still walk free. Not to mention the dozen or so cops, deputies and assorted people that joined in harassing me until I left. I might write a book someday, there was so much corruption and as small as we were there were quite a few national crimes that made headlines while I was there. Not to mention all the internal investigations that were done.

/mnmayhemscheduler/

My college roommate and I used to get drunk together a lot. She had a really dark history and she'd sometimes drunkenly tell me a lot about it as well as how fucked up it had made her. She had been the one to find her father after he killed himself and one of her uncles assaulted her all through childhood. She had a major eating disorder - once we went to see a movie loaded drunk and she threw up in her popcorn and tried to convince me it wasn't a big deal and we didn't have to leave because she "would have just thrown it up later anyways."

I had to practically carry her home. She abused laxatives constantly and would mix fibre supplements in with her alcohol. She was also tremendously abusive to her partners and tried to manipulate me into feeling bad about myself occasionally, which was the main reason I stopped being her friend and moved out after not even a full year of living with her.

A few years after I had stopped living with her, she called a mutual friend of ours drunkenly while he was hanging out with me, saying she was drunk on the side of the road. I told him he could go pick her up and bring her back here if he wanted. Turns out she was with her fiancee the whole time, and they were on the side of the road because a friend of theirs was trying to hit on her.

She kept drunkenly talking about how this friend was into her and how "surprising" it was and trying to get us to reaffirm that this girl had a crush on her and going over and over all the things that indicated this girl wanted to fuck her - all in front of her fiancee, who was just quietly sitting there looking incredibly uncomfortable.

At one point she actually got to the point where she was asking "Why shouldn't I date (x name)?" and I just bluntly said "Uh, I don't know, because you're fucking engaged to someone else?" Her fiancee was just sitting there, right beside her, the whole time.

It was at this point that our mutual friend suggested he drive them both home (probably he could tell I was a bit upset on behalf of the fiancee). When her fiancee tried to help her get up and get her shoes on, she started SCREAMING at her not to touch her, clawing at her arm with her long nails, saying that she wanted our mutual friend to do it because she "loved him" and talking to him about how they could have a beautiful future together.

I'll never forget her fiancee's expression as she followed her down the stairs to get in our mutual friend's car. She was livid. She was mouthing to herself "bitch, bitch, you fucking bitch" over and over again because she clearly didn't feel like she could stand up to her.

They kept dating for at least three years after that - a couple of the fiancee's friends even told me they had set up an emergency signal in case she ever decided to get out. In the end it took moving to a different province and getting her career on track before she finally ended things.

I have no idea where the original person is now or what she is doing. Last I heard she was briefly hospitalized for something liver related at 26 years old because of how hard she's treating her body. Even though she seems like such a spiteful and manipulative person I honestly can only feel sorry for her because I know it's because of her really fucked up past. I hope she gets help someday.

/Neemii/

On my birthday I got really wasted drinking at home with friends and let slip my most devastating memory from my time in the military, that’s really the source of my PTSD.

While in Afghanistan, my unit stumbled upon a stray herd of goats in an area where we regularly met with an informant we knew to be a shepherd.

We found a mass of 17 decaying bodies that were the entirety of the man’s nomadic clan. It was presumed that the informant was discovered by the Taliban and they put the entire group to death and left them there to rot. I spent the better part of a week burying the bodies. Some were decapitated, including at one child.

I think my friends were arguing about Ukraine and I was just so drunkenly frustrated, none of them had seen the terrifying reality of shit that happens in war, shit is just a fucking headline to so many.

I was 19 when this happened and this became the focal point for me changing a lot of my world views, I decided not to renew my enlistment for this reason. I understand the conflict in Ukraine is different from the war in Afghanistan but I was drunk as hell and have always resented how a large portion of Americans have this back seat approach to promoting violence around the globe because they’ve never seen it first-hand.

I found out later, after the deployment when I was back in Germany that the manner in which we buried these people was wildly inconsistent with Islamic and Pashtun burial traditions.

I couldn’t know that at the time, but I always had a strong suspicion that this event was never made known to the Afghan people to cover up US involvement and questions about the informant network. Especially now that the Taliban are in charge.

I have always had some distinctly personal regrets about the events that led up to this. Part of my job was to coordinate information requests for operational intelligence, and these requests would occasionally require the aid of an informant, although how we got the information was now generally not considered “need to know” for me.

I live with the very real possibility that while I was sitting at a desk trying to get juicy bullet points for a PowerPoint presentation I initiated a chain of events that was contributing to gruesome deaths of innocent people. So yea. Done with that shit.
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My aunt, let’s call her G, has struggled with alcoholism and substance abuse since she was a teen, and often found herself on the wrong side of the law (petty theft, DUI, drunk and disorderly...)

She’s one of eight siblings - one boy followed by seven girls (one being my mom). My grandparents are immigrants and very strict/religious; most of their kids turned out either gay or mentally ill (or both).

Anyways. G once came to stay with me (my family is scattered all over the world) as she’d never been to my city - I was finally old enough to drink. We had often gotten drunk and high at family parties but not legally at a bar so we were hype asf.

As we’re drinking casually and talking to some other patrons, a friend of mine shows up unexpectedly. He and I often do bumps in the bathroom together, but I’m not doing hard drugs as I’m with family.

She however didn’t take the same approach and, without my knowledge, obtained what I’m assuming was coke but could have been anything. We smoked a joint at some point, and she turned one drink later.

She became visibly upset/agitated so I took her aside to see what was wrong. I was also a little fucked up at this point, so I don’t remember everything, but she began crying and telling me how she’s a horrible person who’s scared to die because she’s going to hell.

I tried to comfort her and tell her that she’s not going to hell and wasn’t a bad person, I loved her, etc. but she wouldn’t relent. This went on for quite a while, but then she looked at me with tears in her eyes and told me that she’s killed people, MULTIPLE people, and that she can never come back from it. She said more but I feel like part of me doesn’t want to remember.

The pain in her voice and the remorse and horror.. it still gives me chills to think back on. She wouldn’t elaborate after that and just got more drunk, and very shortly after that I had to carry her home.

I’ve never brought it up but I still look at her sometimes and get a weird feelings in the pit of my stomach. She was sober last I heard but ¯_(ツ)_/¯

/murdercrowallalone/

This confession isn't terrifying, but it was weird and kind of annoying. I'm a bisexual female. I kinda liked this girl in highschool, we were good friends. I'll call her A. I didn't say anything to A though because I'm not out of the closet. After highschool, we all went off to college, and we both broke off with our main friends, but went to the same college together (with 2 other female friends from our school, lets call them B and C).

Anyway, needless to say that kinda sucked. A was funny, and I got along with her well. However, B was a total annoying Bitch, and C was super quiet and only seemed to hangout with us because there was no one else. It was really pretty toxic. Only A and I liked eachother, and the rest of the friendships were pretend and annoying.

Stuck in a tight position, I found some other friends and we all started hanging out together. These other friends were all male. Let's call them D, E and F. At this point I stopped "liking" A. It actually was really fun hanging out with more people, and I slowly became interested in D. Please note: I didn't flirt or express even the tiniest interest in A. I'm in the closet and wasn't ready yet at that time.

Conversations flowed with D, he taught me a lot and we just clicked. He hugely helped me boost my confidence. So I started dating him. Anyway, DEF, had more I guess, conservative views? Where as ABC (female friends) were more democratic. Especially A. I was inbetween, and the connector between the two groups so I didn't really care about this. Despite this we actually had a good group dynamic, but sometimes the conversation got awkward. And it was clear that A, didn't like D. They were both the loudest, most outspoken people in the group along with me.

But yeah, I was dating D, but still good friends with A. they just didn't seem to get along very well. After a while, basically everyone except me and D, and E, dropped out/left the group. So it was actually kind of, a lot nicer actually. No more pretending, no more tension in the group. It was great, but I was worried about A at the time (as A struggles with her mental health).
A few months after basically just hanging out with D at school, I was at home one night. I got an instagram video from A. We talked semi-regularly so I didn't think much of it and opened it. She drunk and she said "I figured out why I didn't like D, it's because I had a huge crush on you! Anyway I know this is awkward and it's too late to tell you now, so you can just pretend you never saw this ahahaha."

Needless to say, I wasn't exactly terrified. But I was super nervous that maybe she had been told I was bi, by someone else. I was quite concerned the word was getting around. But I then realised she was just saying it, she didn't know if I was bi. I felt so bad about it I cried that night, confused and hurt.

A had been lashing out at D, making him feel bad, because she was jealous. And then i had been dating him for about a year, and she chose to confess to me. I dont know I'm really hurt by her actions, and honestly don't know why I still talk to her. I know this is a pretty minor story but i dont know I feel kind of fucked up from it and wanted to get it off my chest.

I know this doesnt match up in shock factor to anyone else's story. But sometimes it's better to keep your love confession to yourself.

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My great grandfather was in WWII. He never ever spoke of it. If you asked him about it he would politely get up grab his drink and go somewhere else. After my first deployment to Afghanistan he called me and said, "I can finally talk to someone." I started hanging out with him all the time. I would tell him stories and he would tell me some.

When I went on leave we had a night where me and him were going drink for drink. After a while he tells me about a time when him and his unit found a small concentration camp. They aren't all big like auschwitz. He said the first thing he remembers was the smell. He said the smell was so bad he almost threw up a handful of times. So this camp didn't have ovens or a gas chamber.

When they went through at the north side of the camp was a pit they had dug out. Inside the pit must have been thousands of decaying bodies. He said he was sure that the ones on the bottom were probably skeletons. When they talked to the people they said the nazis would line people at random and shoot them. Their bodies would just fall in. He said the Jews told them that as some starved to death they would throw themselves in with hopes of breaking their necks when they hit.

The germans knew the allies were close, they locked the gate, took the food or poisoned it and put dead bodies in the place they stored the water. He said the disease and infections were so bad that many of the soldiers in his unit were scared to help them.

He told me that out of all the shit he had went through that was the worst. It tore him apart, and he said those poor people would haunt his dreams. He felt like he didn't do enough, he felt like those times when they couldn't push the line forward that was just another day or another week those poor people had to be tortured. My great grandfather was proud of his time in WWII. And he lived a great life. He died in 2011 at home in his bed watching his favorite show.

EDIT: I never expected this to blow up. I've posted about him before and never got a response like this. I am touched that so many people came to this comment and responded and read about my great grandfather. However, I dont want people to know just this about him.

My Great Grandfather was a really good man, he was married for 60 years, and my great grandmother passed 2 years after him. They had 12 children, and tried their best to make those around them happy. My Great Grandfather wouldn't want any of you to be sad about what he went through. He was grateful for the opportunity to do something truly good for the world.

"However strong my own suffering is from experiencing what I can truly call hell on earth, I cannot fathom the eternal suffering the Jewish people have felt and will feel for generations to come. I am sorry for those that I could not save, and I am sorry for the times we had to retreat or fall back, I am sorry for the times we got pulled back to the rear. I knew of the atrocities your people faced, but until I saw them I had no idea. Do not feel sorry for me though, I am happy to suffer. I hope good things for your people's future, and I pray we all learn from this terrible war."

He wrote this in a letter to one of the survivors from that camp. He couldn't bring himself to meet him in person and I didn't push him to. Thank you again to everyone. As for the museums, thank you everyone that gave a suggestion. I will be calling them tomorrow.

/Pope_Industries/

I've told this story before, and it is one I don't expect anyone to believe... but I don't care who believes what. I was there, and I know what went down. Anyway, I had a friend in high school who had a younger brother I was also friends with and who also attended the same school.

The three of us, sometimes with others... would often meet in the bathroom directly across from the administrative office to smoke cigarettes first thing in the morning. For whatever reason the teachers and admins never looked in that bathroom for smokers.

So we're in the bathroom that day, and the older of my two friends said that he had just gotten a new video game. I think it was Aliens on Jaguar or something along those lines. He was talking about how fun it was, and I asked if I could come over that night and play it.

He said, "Fuck this... why wait? Let's go play it now." My parents would have like... given me a lecture or something and they rarely answered the phone. There was a high probability that I could just skip school and my parents would never know.
His dad would beat his and his brother's asses if they skipped school. He wouldn't be home until late, so going to their house wasn't an issue, but they had to make sure no one called their father when they didn't show up to homeroom.

So they went to the admin office and told them that their aunt had just died and they needed to go home. They said their dad was on the way to pick them up. Everything went smooth as could be, and we headed out toward his house. We were about halfway to his house when a car pulls up on us like it is trying to run us over.

It's their dad. He's fucking fuming. He says "Your aunt just died and I've been looking everywhere for you... get in the fucking car." We all thought that maybe the school did call, left a message offering condolences or something... and he just didn't know it was all a lie.

So the younger of my friends says, "Dad we just told them that so they wouldn't call you." He says, "I know what you did, and now my sister is dead. I hope you're happy."
I still thought for sure he was just trying to teach them a lesson or something. But no, she actually died.

Despite being the "beat his kids for doing dumb shit" kind of dude... he was as much a friend to all of us as his kids were. So later, I heard his side of the story. He called the school to tell them he would be picking them up because their aunt just died, and they said something like, "Oh yes. They already informed us of everything. They'll be waiting out front for you."

He had just found out himself from their grandmother who definitely did not call the school. So he was a little confused, but decided to figure that out later and went to pick them up. When he got to the school he didn't see them, so he walked around the building then went in and asked them to call them over the P.A, all while stressing out about his sister having just died.... Then he realized. Asses were beat. They blame themselves to this day. I am pretty sure their dad does too.

/Sabbatai/

This is a very serious story and has probably traumatized me and gave me another reason why I choose to never drink alcohol. I had a friend over to hang out over spring break last year. About half way through us hanging out he tells me he’s actually been going to rehab and a psych ward dealing with alcoholism and he’s been doing all sorts of hallucinogenic drugs as well as some kind of opioid.

He was at a point where all he did was drink and do drugs. He wasn’t eating and every day he’d wake up with the shakes and needed alcohol as soon as he woke up. He said he was doing better and felt great. Already I’m shook to my core that one of my closest friends has kept quiet about this to me for the past few years. But I was glad that he’s getting help.

Then throughout the night he kept making suspiciously frequent trips to the bathroom. After a couple times i decided to stand by the door and wait for him but instead i found him on the floor behind the bar in our basement.

For some reason i wasn’t thinking and this wasn’t a red flag for me considering that’s where all the liquor cabinets are. I thought he was being weird and hiding from me or something.

Then once we went back to watching a show together he started mumbling with his eyes closed. At this point he said to pause the show. I suddenly smelled alcohol on his breath and he started saying stuff like “I love you man. You’re one of the few friends that care about me and you’re what keeps me going” at first it sounded sweet but then he said something chilling.

“I would have D I E D if I didn’t have you...” Then he suddenly began crying hysterically. Tears, drool and snot all over his face. He started screaming “THANK YOUUU! THANK YOUUU! I WOULD BE DEAD RIGHT NOW! THANK YOU!!!” At this point I have completely lost control of the situation and began to freak out. In his incoherent ramblings he also said “IM NOT AS SOBER AS YOU THINK I AM!”

He started rolling on the floor just screaming and unable to talk anymore. My parents had just left for their vacation and I was left alone with my friend black out drunk convulsing on the floor. I had to call 911 for the first time in my life and I was terrified for his life. While I was on the phone he managed to completely shatter a framed movie poster in the corner of the room.

The ambulance came and it took 4 paramedics and a pair of hand cuffs to get him out of the basement and onto a stretcher. The last thing he screamed as he was being rolled out of the house was “I HATE THIS REALITY! FUCK THIS REALITY!” The next morning his mom texted me and thanked me for doing the right thing and saving his life by calling 911.

Today he and I are still friends and he’s been over 5 months sober I believe. Now he even sometimes hosts AA meetings. Let this be a warning of alcoholism as well as how combining it with other drugs can ruin your life and terrify your loved ones. Please drink responsibly and don’t do drugs.

/ThompsonTom/

My paternal grandmother was not a financially stable person, but she was the most caring grandparent a kid could ever hope to have. My nuclear family was firmly middle-class when I was growing up so I didn’t realize until adolescence that she was constantly buying things she couldn’t afford in an effort to spoil her five grandchildren.

All the kids had a “Baby’s Day Out” sleepover at her tiny house one weekend per month basically until we all started driving. She would come pull us out of school on our birthdays and bring us home with new video games and month’s worth of sweets. She consistently gave the coolest gifts at Christmas. She was also caring for my adult aunt with Down’s Syndrome despite the fact that they both had health issues that should have warranted in-home nursing care at various points.

I mention all this to clearly establish how impactful her borderline unhealthy degree of spoiling was to our childhood happiness. She was a bit of a hypochondriac, wildly irresponsible with money, and had the tendency to guilt my father into maintaining toxic relationships within our extended family, but I loved that woman fiercely and considered her a saint for much of my young life. Things got difficult in my nuclear family right before I moved away for college so hers were the only check-in phone calls I was happy to take. The presents tapered off after high-school graduation, but the love and caring never did.

After undergrad, her health really took a nose-dive. I started scheduling as many long-weekends off of work as possible to make the hours-long drive home to spend with her. I definitely knew time together was running short. On my second-to-last trip to her home, it was apparent that she was under the influence of (prescribed, palliative) narcotics from the moment I walked in.

I didn’t care. I sat on the couch with her for hours just talking and listening to her sleepy, fleeting thoughts. When she got quiet, I would reminisce to her about my many sleepovers there as a child and it seemed to make us both happy. I half-jokingly asked, “Whatever drove you to spoil the ever-loving shit out of us anyway?” Her face got solemn. Her voice went nearly to a whisper. “Because my marriages cheated your father of a childhood.” She proceeded to spill contents from her mental vault of fucked-up family history. All three men she’d married through life—including my own biological grandfather—were varying degrees of abusive bastard.

I’d discovered some of these family secrets for myself growing up—but none of the most heinous details. It turned out that husband number two—my aunts biological father—was the king-high bastard of them all though. He suffered from several substance abuse problems and the pills made him especially violent. My grandmother would send him away on “fishing trips” to protect the home and the children in it.

One evening he sped into the driveway and jumped out of his car in a rage. He was screaming threats and obscenities. He yelled that he was going to murder everyone in that house and throw their bodies over a nearby dam. He was coming into the house with a butcher’s cleaver and a roll of cordage so my grandmother had no doubts as to his sincerity. She and my uncle (barely twelve at that time) blew his ass away with a 12 gauge shotgun and a 30-06 deer rifle before he got to the front porch. The police came to haul the body away and that was that.

It was one of the few times in my life when words absolutely failed me. Listening to that awful series of traumatic family history was rough enough. Finding out that this saintly woman had experienced enough shit in her life that it drove her to (justifiable) homicide? That shook me. I left shortly afterward.

By the time I was able to return to her home a few weeks later—EMS had beaten me there by about 10 minutes and she was already in a body bag. My aunt had found her collapsed in the living room floor that morning. That was the last conversation I ever had with my grandmother outside of some brief, “love you; miss you” voicemails.

/pr0zach/

My parents finally fessed up that they had another child, who died before me and my twin sister were born. This in itself wasn't exactly terrifying, because unfortunately that does happen sometimes. What made it so terrifying was the fact that my sister and I knew, yet for our whole lives our parents had convinced us we were misremembering.

I'm not sure how we knew. Our brother died a year before we were born, and we've never met him. There are zero pictures of him. He was never mentioned. Our parents (and the rest of our family) collectively forgot about him, and I have to mention that this is totally in line with our family -- they will just close ranks and forget absolutely everything they don't want to acknowledge.

Yet somehow, from a very early age, my sister and I told everyone we had a brother. Lots of our schoolfriends were aware of our brother. When it was finally revealed that it was just the two of us, our friends gave us shit for lying, but my sister and I were just genuinely confused because we knew it was true.

Many times over the years, we confronted our parents about it. Every single time, they lied to us. They promised we never had any other siblings, they swore up and down we were just confused. Then one day when they were both drunk we overheard them talking about him and ran down to call them on it, and they finally confessed.

This still doesn't explain how we knew (I can only imagine we must have heard or seen something when we were very young, and just don't consciously remember), but it's fucked up beyond belief that the entire family lied to us for sixteen years. We even remembered his name.

The most terrifying thing of all is the fact that my sister and I still think they're lying. Both of us have a distinct memory of playing with a slightly older boy when we were very young, and both of us remember thinking of him as our older brother within the context of the memory.

I hadn't thought of searching for newspaper archives for birth announcements or obituaries (embarrassing, as I'm literally an archivist...) so that's something I'm going to look into. I'm also currently researching my family's ancestry, so I might be able to access records via geneaology sites. It also might be possible to try to find/claim a copy of a birth or death certificate, as I'm a legal adult and also a direct relative -- I don't imagine any of these things would get back to our parents.

I don't believe there's any foul play involved. My family are ridiculously image-conscious to a terrible degree. Even if my brother died of a completely natural, unavoidable cause, I think my family would see a dead child as a "failure", and would likely see it as better to just move on and forget about the whole thing.

This has been a serious flaw in the family attitude ever since I can remember, so as unbelievable as it sounds, it might be as simple as embarrassment. As an excuse it's nowhere near good enough, but it does unfortunately track with patterns I've seen all my life.

/attheark/

Had this guy I worked with in a kitchen. He was a tough guy’s tough guy from NYC— which will be his moniker from now on— a kitchen veteran, and honestly an asshole. I couldn’t stand him, he couldn’t stand me.

NYC had a raspy voice and a huge scar across his neck and a face to match the hatred he had inside from a fucked up past. Guy had been through the wringer. I stayed away from him because I got a serious bad vibe from him. He was friends with our kitchen manager, though.

Manager was going through a rough illness that gave her pleurisy in her lung (essentially she coughed so much she had a tear in her lung, which from her reports, fucking hurts like hell). He started going over to her place and helping out around the house, keeping her up on her meds. This is relevant.

NYC, unsurprisingly, had serious addiction problem. You name it, he took it. Had connections with local dealers and was pretty much always stocked up. Well, turns out his idea of helping my manager (and friend) was fucking drugging her to sleep with illegally obtained scrip meds as soon as she got home from work. I’d noticed that she seemed a lot more tired while she was ill, but I’d had no clue how bad it was.

Another coworker, my roommate, who got on with NYC ok, and had him over to our apartment a couple times, finally realized something was going on when he went to drop food off at her place and she was all out of whack, slurring her words and barely able to keep her eyes open.

So she finds this out, confronts him, and there is a huge blowup. NYC gets fired. She tells him to GTFO of her life. I, foolishly, think my hands are washed of him. Well, remember how my roommate had invited this bastard over to our place before? Day after the blowup, NYC lurches to the curb in his SUV, totters to my front porch where I’m sitting having a smoke, and starts talking to me, vodka bottle in hand.

The guy is clearly on all kind of downers, he can barely speak. I, a woman, who is already wary of this guy and who has been told what the fuck he considers “help”, text my roommate, who is at work, asking him wtf to do because I want as far from him as possible but I can tell that if the guy doesn’t get some water and some food in him and stop drinking, he’s in serious trouble, and I’m not a sociopath so I can’t leave him like that.

Roommate keeps telling me to hold on, he’ll be there as soon as he can but work is slammed. Thirty minutes turns into two and a half hours. And the whole time, NYC is talking to me. About how he really was “helping” my manager. About how he’d done it before with other friends and they had appreciated it (yeah fucking right). How he’d stabbed people before and he was so fucking sorry he was so fucked up and why did he keep doing these things... on and on.

The more he talks, the more terrified I am of him. I wish I had just gone in the house, locked the door, and called EMTs and police but I was frozen and every time I even moved he said “You’re not gonna leave me, right? Everyone leaves me” and I know he always carries a knife. Eventually the roommate came and I noped the fuck outta there. Didn’t come home until he was gone.

/Aflameisfitful/

It wasn't really a terrifying confession but a terrifying experience that came from the confession. My fiance and I were staying at a motel until we could find an apartment. There was a bar on the lower level from our floor. And his really good friend and his fiance lived in the apartments next to the hotel and we would all hangout together all the time.

One of the days while my husband was out. His friend came over and knocked on the door and asked me to go to the bar downstairs with him. He didn't want to go by himself (he had very bad social anxiety.) I wasn't going to say yes but before I could say anything he pushed the door open more and let himself into the room and belly flopped on the bed. At this point I could tell he was already kind of buzzed.

I got very uncomfortable and didn't want to be in the room alone with him and me being the shy person that I am just agreed to get out of the room and around other people. (I had a really bad feeling and I was kind of flustered and focused on leaving the room that I forgot the room key and the door automatically locks you out. As soon as we left the room he kept asking to give me hugs which I thought was weird and I then realized I forgot the room key so I was like panicking In my own head.

We get down to the bar and he's ordering me drinks and I refused a few times and he kept saying don't worry I will put them on (his fiances) tab... Even after I refused and didn't drink them he kept ordering me more. Then he was asking me questions about me and my finances relationship and trying to find problems in my relationship he proceeded to put his hand on my leg and and just weird shit.

Then told me he wanted to tell me that he likes me and all this other shit about his personal relationship. He kept telling me not to tell my fiance (his best friend) I don't know why but even though there were people in the room it was a small bar and I was terrified. Thankfully he had to go to the bathroom and when he went I got up and ran to the office to try to get a new room key.

I got to the office and Thankfully the lady gave me one. At this point I figured he would know I was gone so I ran into the woods/walking trail behind the motel. I immediately called my fiance told him what happened and he told to go back to the room and lock the door and he was on the way back.

I went back to the motel and it's a long hallway with entrances on both ends and While I was walking down I saw him coming from the other direction. He ran down to the door before I could get the key in the door and was begging me not to leave and not tell on him. I told him I want to go and didn't want to hangout anymore. He punched the wall right next to my head and I went in the room and locked the door. Then he left.

A few minutes later my fiance got home and I was telling him what happened. All of the sudden we see the doorknob turn and someone really trying to get in. My fiance opens the door and his friend was shocked to see that he was home. My fiance told him to go home. But he kept saying fight me and kept pushing my fiancé back. My fiance shut the door and locked it again. Then this guy headbutt the door and broke it down with his head. (This guy was a big guy and easily weighed 200 pounds more than my fiance) so they started fighting and legit rolling around on the floor and I was screaming and ran down to the bar to get help. The guy that owned the hotel and his son and his friend all came up.

It took all the 3 of them to hold down this guy down they had to sit on him. The cops and paramedics came because this guy was bleeding all over and he proceeded to spit on the cops and paramedics and told them I was his girlfriend. And just delusional shit. I'm so happy my fiance got home when he did.

/Useful-Designer2575/

Someone, that I will not name, told me they had a whole plan set up to murder their mother. We were 13. And you might think this is just an egy kid going through a fase, but they showed me the written plans, and I knew he had not only big anger issues but also had a very bad relationship with their mother. At first I didn't take it seriously, thinking it they'd made the plans after having some fight with their mom and told me the same day under effect of alcohol (yes, they started drinking very young).

Either way, I ignored it until I found out they'd been training in knife skills and that even two weeks later the box with all the plans was still there with more details in it. I asked that he talks to me if they wanted to do anything ever. Fast forward a few more weeks, I started forgetting about it, thinking once again it was really just a fase. But then they called me at around 1-2 am saying "I think I should do it right now, this is the best time if I don't want to get caught" I convinced them to meet up, and we sat on a bench while I tried to calm them down.

They were clearly drunk, and twitching all over and I couldn't understand why. They talked about what they wanted to do to not just their mother, but also total strangers now. I specifically remember them describing what would happen if they put a maak over their mothers eyes while she was driving, resulting in an accident that would result in both them and their mothers death.

But it was so detailed. All the injures, the blood, the pain, the environment was discribed in such detail I couldn't help but be horrified. They knew it might not work, but they clearly thought of all the possibilities wher it did. I was already somewhat frozen. But After some time, I started getting even more nervous, as the conversation switched from "I'm should to think about it when I'm not drunk" to "why the hell do you keep trying to stop me?"

That's when I realized they'd brought the knife, and for the first time, I was actually scared for my life. And for real this time, not the feeling of "hey, I'm in danger" but an immediate "shit, I'm gonna die". I never thought I'd be so scared of my own childhood friend.

And I wanted to run. But I didn't. First because they would have been so pissed by that and the chances of them wanting to kill me would go higher if I did that, two because they are clearly faster than me, and thee: I couldn't move, no matter how much I tried. I couldn't even speak. Until they just stopped, dropped the knife. And the next thing I know, they're crying.

I was finally able to move, so I slowly got up, and hugged them. We sat back down and after a few minutes of pure silence, they started talking about their school problems. I knew they had issues at school, but I never would have imagined that. The sun was starting to rise so we went back.

Now, two years later, we're still friends, and they sometimes bring up the subject, but now it's more of a "help me stop the urge" then a "here's what I'm going to do". Bad news tho: the box is still there, and although the relationship between their mother and them has improved, it's not great at all yet. They dropped the whole getting drunk thing, but they still drink. School is better, as they entered a sptialized school to learn they're passion.

I have to admit, to this day, I still have nightmares about that night. And the things they said they wanted to do to their mother is worse. It stays in the back of my mind constantly. And even if nothing happened after that, everytime I see them I can't help but remember that. And how scared I was. Just typing this is making me light headed, with my heart pumping like crazy and I'm almost crying. I never told this to anyone, maybe because I'm scared, maybe I just want to make Shure they'll trust me enough to call me if anything goes through their head so I can prevent something. I'm not sure myself to be honest.

[redacted]

A friend, let's call him "Tory", confessed that he had murdered someone. We were both in highschool at the time and had just recently became really good friends. He was funny and stupid most of the time, but he also had a huge problem with alcohol.

Anyways, he skyped me one night and was speaking mostly in a drunken spur. We had a good conversation, keeping him occupied so that he doesn't do anything stupid while drunk. Until we got to secrets.

He said he fully trusted me and I seemed like a perfect person to just vent to. Before he told me his secret, he asked me if I could be trusted forever. I obviously inclined. For some reason, he said he would rather text it to me and then delete the texts. We we're still in the call.

I wasn't expecting anything too much, maybe something like cheating on his exes and what not. But what he told me changed my perception of him and what he is capable of. He told me.. When he was in 9th grade, he was coming home from a party with his friend late at night.

They were just done doing some screwed up drugs. His friend was a few years older than him, so I guess he was going to be "responsible" for Tory. They weee walking down a path to his friend's car but through the darkness, a man jumped out and tried mugging them at knife point.

Tory got a hold of the knife and stabbed the man in the head and chest multiple times. His friend was encouraging him to keep stabbing and release his anger and frustration. Tory kept going and said he enjoyed the little moments of converting his emotional struggles. Saying that this was meant to be since life had given him an opportunity to release. Him and his friend dragged the body in the trunk of the car, covered the body in black garbage bags and threw it at a lake.

I was shocked.. And very frightened. I played it off as a joke and laughed it off. He seemed very serious and claimed that it was real and did happen. I was silent for a while.. Scared. He told me to delete the texts immediately after that. He changed the topic quite quickly and pretended he had never told me anything.

I was contemplating on calling the police on him or something.. But I was terrified and just prayed it was just a joke or something he made up by the influence of alcohol. I wasn't sure. But I played along, talked the whole night and passed out on the phone.

To this day, we are still friends and hang out sometime. His whole persona changed. He lessens the drinking, has an amazing girlfriend and a better life. He is doing good for himself and everyone around him. We had never talked about his secret ever again, but he still knows that I know.

/Marylord/

It wasn't confesses to me directly but I head my drunk mom confess to her friends that she wished she would have had me aborted because I ruined her life. I was a very, very well behaved good child/teenager especially in comparison to my younger sister who was a complete bitch (who my parents worship btw). When she was younger she was selective mute and had anxiety so bad she was constantly broken out in hives.

I have ADHD which my parents don't believe exists and it was never treated until I did something about it as an adult. Any time I even came close to acting out I was immediately punished and learned to mask at a young age to the point that I didn't even know I was masking. If I ever show my ADHD around them I just get told I'm stupid or making it up or I get asked what my problem is.

My sister though, she went through YEARS of extremely expensive therapy to help her, she always got the best of everything, my parents always spent more money on her, more time with her, devoted all their weekends (and by default my weekends as they needed me there to watch their stuff when she swam) to her swim meets but couldn't keep me in 1 non competition dance class.

My sister went to college and got a PASTRY ARTS degree and was constantly praised by my parents for being a 4.0 student while when I was in college they always gave me a hard time because I was struggling to get 2 accounting degrees with an unknown learning disability.

My sisters teenage years were nightmarish including a constant bitchy attitude, throwing clothing items out of car windows so she wouldn't have to go into restaurants she didn't want to go to, attempting to beat the shit out of me multiple times for things as small as me saying Good Morning to her.

She attempted to attack me with knives and forks while my parents were gone, jerking my steering wheel while I was driving almost causing us to drive off the road while her friend was also in my car because I changed parking spots while they were shoping, texted her a picture of where I moved to and she didn't check her phone and got lost in the parking lot....

I could go on. Everyone that meets my family have immediately noticed and commented on how much my parents favor my sister. Right now she has jobless, hasn't worked in 2 years, isn't planning on working any time soon because she just got her RN last year and now has to have her vaccine and won't get it because of her and my parents politics.

My parents constantly brag about her getting an RN she's done nothing with. However I've managed to add on $12,000 to my salary, buy a car, buy a house, and keep my husband from calling my sister out on what a bitch she is for the past 2 years with no credit. My parents even say that my sister is the bitchy one and I'm the good, nice one yet they still favor her and I'm still the life ruiner. They know and yet somehow I'm always the bad guy in every story they try to push out.

I've gone through years of shit from them to the point where I have zero self confidence because nothing I ever did was good enough and as an adult it has pretty much ruined me in regards to having any type of friendly relationship with any parental figure or people their age and I don't have children even though I want them because I'm terrified of treating them like I was treated.

[redacted]

I had a new college roommate one year, and he was generally a normal dude. When we became buddies and not just guys who shared a room, we decided it would be nice to get smashed together and just have some bro time. We got fucked yo and started sharing stories about parties we went to in high school. I shared that I threw a really big party, and he was all “no way, me too!” But here’s where it turns.

He’s telling me how he organized the party and all the details of how he got kegs and a DJ and all that stuff. He said it wasn’t unlike the movie project X (which was a big deal at the time). It was your typical crazy high school party, but then he kinda spaced out and said “...it got really out of hand.

Some local drug dealers and their crew raided the party. They robbed my house, stole everything from my family...jewelry, tv’s, furniture, there was nothing I could do. we were just drunk kids and they were adults with weapons”

Apparently, his house got super fucked up and there was a ton of shit stolen. I asked him if things eventually ended up ok or if he got any kind of payback and at this point he was really staring in to the distance, spacing out harder than before but now with this weird gaze. He then goes “I’ll tell you what I fucking did.”

He then confessed to me that he stalked the head drug dealer down and found out where he lived. One night, he climbed over the drug dealer guys fence and slit his dogs throat and considered that good enough revenge. He got away with it. He kinda just went to bed after dropping that on me like it was no big deal. I did not sleep that night. He was asleep like twenty mins later (We shared a room)

The craziest part about that guy, was that he was a total sweet heart. He was one of the loyalist friends I had until he moved away two years later. He was there for me during a super nasty breakup and major depressive episode. He’s the type of dude who’d help you move a couch in a blizzard if you really needed to.

He was always calling his little brother and sister on the phone and would be so sweet with them when I’d overhear him on the phone. I’m pretty sure he was even sending money back to his parents. He got teary eyed while talking to me one night because he felt a massive guilt about not being home as his little brother was approaching his teenage years.

Part of me wants to believe that he was just trying to intimidate me with the dog story because he was insecure being a few years older than me and from a rough neighborhood on top of being the new guy in our already established friend group but Idk, l always had that gruesome detail in the back of my head late at night.

We’re not really in close contact these days because he moved to the other side of the country and got super invested in to his studies towards the end of college but last I checked he’s an engineer with a fiancé...and two dogs.

[redacted]

I was apparently a priest in a past life because people always feel the need to confess to me while drunk. But one instance (and it’s aftermath) is seared into my memory. This story starts about twenty years ago.

I was meeting a friend’s wife for the first time. It was Thanksgiving, one of many I spent with the family. He and I had been friends for a year or so and I had spoken to her on the phone before. So we started chatting and getting drunker and drunker. The first thing she tells me is that her husband cheats on her. Which was... not entirely surprising to hear, except of course who the speaker was. (I did not KNOW this at the time, although I’d heard rumblings/jokes about it within our friend group.)

A few beers later she almost gives me permission to sleep with her husband. (I did not take her up on the offer. Thankfully, because they became a second family for me.) And then at some point, many beers later, her mom comes in and they have a tense exchange.

When her mom leaves she breaks down and tells me that her mom is a bitch and that her mom’s brother had starting touching her when she was four. When she was older (twelve or thirteen), she finally told her mom and her mom told her she was making it up and trying to destroy the family.

About eight years after that Thanksgiving she finally went no-contact with her mom. (I should mention here that at some point in the interim her mom had also told me about the abuse... In front of the wife... in a way that can only be described as weaponized. My response was to tell her I already knew and that it was time for her to leave. I think she thought I was going to turn on the wife.)

About ten years ago her mom died, may she rot in hell, and I get a phone call from their daughter (who was like a little sister at this point) The daughter was calling because she was pissed that grandma’s brother wasn’t invited to the funeral and that wife/mom was thinking of not attending. (Wife’s sister had called her upset because Uncle wasn’t invited and got her all riled up... Sister knew the reason.

Sister took after the evil bitch.) It took about ten minutes of listening to her vent for me to realize she hasn’t a fucking clue about any of it. Which was seriously shocking because daughter had told me about her own sexual assault as a young teenager. (The cops were called, a lot of therapy was had and she was told over and over again it was not her fault. So essentially the exact opposite of what happened to the wife.)

She finally gets it all out and I told her she really needed to talk to her mom about it, and that I was fully on her mom’s side. But that was all I was going to tell her. About three hours later I got another call from the daughter bawling about all of it.

It ended up being a tipping point in a lot of ways. Essentially no one in the family speaks to the sister or uncle anymore and they were the only family members in attendance for the funeral.

/onekrazykat/

A friend in HS dramatically left our friend group one year and we always thought it was because he was a year older and didn’t want to hang out with HS aged kids once he had graduated. He started hanging out with weed dealers and then some pretty sketchy drug dealers that were definitely part of some sort of gang. He ended up going to prison for trafficking MDMA.

Fast forward about 5 years and I randomly see him while I was back in town and enjoying a local festival. He was super straight laced, married, and seemed to be a loving father. We had a few beers and I casually asked “ya what happened when you stopped hanging out with us” and wasn’t prepared for what happened.

His father had been convicted of molesting a neighbor’s kid and the parents walked in on the father and kid having sex. The case went to court, but both families were very private about what had happened and hadn’t told the children. One day his Dad was just gone...

He ended up driving himself to the trial even though his Mom begged him not to and found out all the details in person. His father was convicted of statutory rape, but the other individual said they had consented. I don’t know if his Dad did time, but his parents divorced and Dad had to move fairly far away because he couldn’t live near schools and couldn’t get a job.

That led him to spiral into depression and since he wasn’t going to college he felt he might as well make some new friends and make some money so he could move to another state and start fresh. He got pulled over while driving a “friend” around and apparently said friend had put the pills in my friend’s backpack without him knowing and rolled on him. My friend went to prison and there were members from the gang inside and apparently they violently gang raped him several times. He ended up getting out early through good behavior and an apprentice program and now works as an HVAC technician because he needs a process based job so he can forget about everything that had happened while he works.

The other weird one from HS involves my friend’s older brother, who was much older than us. He had been to prison once before on a felony weapons charge and we always called him “J Felony”. One day we were hanging out and their parents were gone and he invited us into the garage to smoke weed with his friends. We thought we were super cool so we agreed.

One of the friends went back into his car and brought 2 AK47s into the garage to show us. I tried not to shit myself as they were talking about what were surely more illegal weapons and “ice”, which I later found out was a term for meth. Anyways “J Felony” gets a phone call and gets mildly agitated and says calmly “you motherfucker I’ll kill you if...”. We finish smoking and part ways.

Fast forward a few months and “J Felony” gets pulled over and caught with illegal assault rifles and several pounds of meth. He goes back to jail with another felony charge and while in prison apparently the police performed a ballistics test on one of the weapons. It was a match for a casing they found at a murder that happened a few days after our garage smoke session.

I always wonder if that was the guy he was talking to on the phone. He is now serving multiple life sentences for his third felony- first degree murder. He confessed the crime hoping he would get a reduced sentence but did not. Apparently the guy he murdered had been suspected of breaking into J’s car and stealing a backpack.

/DubGrips/

Unfortunately this is about me. I told a friend and they were pretty creeped out about it, and I'm quite embarrassed of it really. I've never done it again, and it's really changed the way I talk to people online. My reddit account has some very easy to follow steps to find out who I am, so I only post positive things, very tame critiques and that's about it. My account has my name that I share with alot of other things, previous online accounts etc. But my story is about how:

I cyber stalked a BF3 hacker just because he was being annoying. When BF3 became free to play, I joined a TDM server. I have quite a few hours on BF3 (300+) and I really enjoyed it. To see a full server again was quite fun, and I was kicking ass. Then this guy joins.

This guy starts kicking ass, headingshotting me from across the map. I don't think too much of it, but I ask "hey man is that all skill?" He responds it is, and he's streaming. BF3 isn't a very popular game, so it took less than a minute to find his twitch stream - just look for a picture of the same map being played and his was the first. Clearly hacking. Boxes on screen, snapping headshots, the whole nine yards.

So now I had his stream. I called it out in game, linked the stream and he left / was booted a minute later. In that minute he was joking about how, as the game was free, he could just get another account and keep going. On his stream he wasn't talking but he was typing. He was typing to another streamer. Now his stream just had me as a viewer.

I was pretty bored and he had my attention. He hadn't really ruined my gaming experience it was just, eh, who is this douche. His twitch name matched his twitter name - which he used to promote his stream. His twitter was filled with bully / trolling posts at people and he was just a smarmy douchebag. No photos though. His name was included, but it wasn't a very unique name.

Now I have a twitter account, and a name. This is where it gets even worse. I start to trawl his posts. Going back months, I find a post that links him to a town. I google search the town and his name, bingo. A post about Australia Day and how he thought this town had put on a really bad show, just saying how bad it was etc etc and trolling people in the comments. It was a small town and people were biting, "You should organize it if you think you're so great etc" he was eating it up.

But I had his facebook. Start looking into his profile, posts were private but the facebook url closely matched the twitter, so I knew it was him. The profile pics were nondescript, band pages random shit like that. But this guy had a girlfriend, her profile was public and she kept tagging him in posts. It was so cringy, "I love you boo, you are my world, the most beautiful girl I know." etc etc.

The guy and his girlfriend were two ham planets, he was the epitome of keyboard warrior, he had a fedora wearing lens flare edited profile picture it was actually just perfect. It was just so satisfying that this guy was the stereotype personified.
I could've left it there, but I had to go a step further. I created another twitch account, just to let the guy know I found him.

I posted his facebook details in the chat of twitch. There was like max 4 people watching him stream, but you could see it pop up on his stream chat, him pause mid game and just not do anything for like 5 seconds. He closed the stream.

/CreeperThrowaway123/

A few years back, while my(16m at the time, now 18) dad was on another drunk yelling tangent. However this one was more severe then usual, normally he falls asleep on his iPad in his chair or he’ll mutter gibberish to you about things you never mentioned. This might however started for me when I arrived home to my sister telling me not to bring my gf inside.

I go to investigate and find him definitely black out drunk on the living room floor. I leave as requested to continue my date night, I assume that they could handle it from there. When I show back up a couple hours later it’s calm and I’m now alone.

Not much later after I settle a fight breaks out between my mom and dad. Roll call in the house was Mom, Dad, Older Sister, and Myself. This leaves my twin sister missing out of the house. My mom doesn’t calm situations very well, she’s prone to just fanning the fire with full force. She also needs to have the last word, this combination makes her very easy to find herself in way over her head.

We had been dealing with the drinking for years but recently it had hit an all time high and we were sick of it so we told him to leave. I am the only one big enough to stand between him and anyone so I took my place. When he saw that we weren’t kidding or budging he got aggressive.

Holes in walls, and finally the answer for your questions “I’m going to get my hatchet and kill you”. He claims he never said it. He fights for that reality, I won’t forget it. He moved out for a year until on a 4am drunken summer night he fell and broke his neck.

Doctors called it a severe hangman’s break and that it was a miracle he was alive. When he fell and broke it he passed out for, in his opinion, a couple of hours. Once awake he realized he couldn’t pick up his head so he forcibly held it up and placed himself into his bed. Once he woke up later he was finally sober enough to realize that something was terribly wrong he got up (holding his head still) and walked to find the phone to call an ambulance.

Stayed at my aunts (her house opens right up the the basement stairs with a door to the right that opens into the kitchen. He tells us that once he opened the door to the house he blacked out completely. The stairs to the basement are incredibly steep and just bare concrete, same with the basement ground. What had happened after he blacked out was he either fell or walked down the stairs (a whole story worth of stairs).

At the bottom he grabbed onto metal shelves that were holding paints cans and various bolts and tools. This caved over on top of him pinning him. It was loud enough of a crash to alert my aunt and older sister who were in the house at the time which led. He was treated like a pariah by the rest of the family and no one would take him in to take care of him on his journey back to “functioning”.

You can’t really function after something like that, especially with the start he had. Construction, concrete, pipe laying, you name it. He had already destroyed his entire body under these trades because if he missed days we didn’t eat. He is a great man going through a lot of demons. This past year has shown mental improvement I think. Everyone just hope for his improvement.

/Accomplished_Suit_23/

One day, years ago, my next door neighbor came to my door and asked me if I'd do a shot with him, because it was his birthday and all his friends were unavailable. I was working third shift to re-arrange the store I worked in that night, but figured I should be nice and help the guy out, and I had 4 or 5 hours until I had to go in anyway.

After the first, he offers another. He's reasonably sloshed already, and I'm still a bit too accommodating. He invites me in and shows me this couch he's very proud of: luxurious, expensive, and says I should try it out.

"Oops, wait, one second," he says as he rushes over in front of me, digs into the cushions between the seat and the back and pulls something out, rushes it over to the kitchen and stuffs it into the cabinets over the stove.
"Did you see what that was?" he asks, still cogent, but a little wobbly.
"...Looked like maybe a .45?" I say shrugging.
"Good eye!" he says.

He tells me there are definitely people after him, as he is just recently back from prison. Shows me all of his remaining grow gear in the bedroom, as we continue to drink. Tells me about how he turned on some people, and about his friend who was a guitarist in a famous jam band who died, going more into slurring and thoroughly imbalanced mode by now. I'm exceedingly calm, because that's just my default state, but I'm thinking, "Wait, I should probably be getting out of here though, right? But this guy is drunk: will he be offended? What will he do with this offense? Also...he lives 10 feet away from me."

Eventually, we're sitting on steps outside our apartment building and I note that I need to get to work. So I get back into my apartment and crawl over to my phone and call my best friend and say I think I might need a ride to work, as I surely should not be driving myself.

She comes over to pick me up and finds me still struggling to keep steady, and prepares to take me to work as I proceed to break down over the recent trauma of someone important in my life that weighed heavily on me (and I think might've been at least partly what drove me to accept the offer of alcohol, however subconsciously) and sob at the injustice to her as she tries to comfort me then drive me to work, where I try desperately to not look drunk to my manager as he gives me instruction to lead the activities for the night.

I never really stopped being at least a little freaked out about said neighbour and concerns that he might well restart that whole strange exchange an additional time until he moved away (and I, not too long after, moved to another town, then another state) as he felt unpredictable to me, as much as my heart went out over everything he told me.

(At my next apartment, my neighbour invited me over for a drink and we were talking for a while, even eventually he said, though I'm paraphrasing, "Yeah, but don't you ever just want to feel another man's genitals in your hands?" And I said, "Nah, but that's cool."

That message was seemingly not strong enough as he kept pressing the issue despite my avowals that, honestly, really, no judgment but I'm personally boringly straight. I tried to change the subject a number of times to no avail. So I texted the same friend and had her call me as pretext to leave.)

/fangsfirst/

I mean, there are DEFINITELY worse on here (and I'm thankful I haven't had the same experiences [yet] lol) but there's one that really got me. I still can't believe it was told to me & I question if I heard right (but I'm pretty sure I did, otherwise it would be really bad cause I was in such shock & had too much to drink by the end of the night to just hold it in that I automatically blurted it out to my friends sooo hopefully my drunk mind didn't just make it up--I sure as heck am not going to double check with her to see if I had it wrong though 😅). Just happened in December, actually.

Three words: High. School. Reunion. Brings up the worst in everybody lol... And worst of all, I'm only 23! This was just our "five year High School Reunion" (which btw, who the heck has those?! we're all newly postgrad if even that so none of us are in a stable place no matter how much we pretend to be on social media--sooo many drunken "I hate my life & my job" convos I had no idea how to get out of--and it's just a prime place for drunk fiancés to flirt with the married women [I live in the south so there's already quite a few whether they should be married or not] in your high school class *cringe*--let's just say, I'm expecting to see a lot of divorcees at the next one in five years...) The best part? We graduated in June 2014 so actually they got their math wrong and we've been graduated for 6 years but none of us wanted to bring that up to them but definitely joked about it there 😂🤦🏼‍♀️

Anyways, the night wasn't actually as bad as I feared it to be. Definitely gives me anxiety all over again thinking about walking into that bar full of people from my high school though. Of course there was a guy who was total shit to me in high school who tried to pull a move on me there (while talking about him being in the service, which made turning him down that much worse--ugh 🙄), having to hold my drunk best friend back from approaching her fiancé's [married] exes for talking to him (#toomuchwine, I guess that's basically my unspoken job as her Maid of Honor lol...), drunk tears from reuniting with friends you've been horrible at staying in contact with + lots of "I'm so sorry I did that/treated you that way" yada yada (not from me...

initially--the #toomuchwine friend started it of course 🤣), even drunkenly stole a cute cup from the bar with said friend/ex-nextdoor-neighbor that I hadn't seen in six years (first time drinking with her, that's how I learned that we're obviously bad influences drinking together 😂), the #toomuchwine friend inviting people to her wedding but once that was remembered the next day decided to just hope everyone was too drunk to remember (aka those "reunited" friendships are obviously not lasting "reunited" for long & probably worse now omg). And OH MY GOSH you couldn't find a girls bathroom without drunken crying anywhereeee. The Reunion ended with our class getting kicked out of the bar early because three people had thrown up everywhere, including over the railing of the staircase (I still wish I knew who the culprits were & if they hit any of our fellow classmates with it just for my own enjoyment).

So to sum it up: I guess that night was unexpectedly... fun...? And without a doubt a total shit show too. It was like if there was a bar at one of our past school assemblies (but, thankfully, minus the teachers). Aka, something that, let's be honest, should never happen. Lol.
But out of all of that craziness (and that was only a summary of it), what really shocked me was when I somehow started to talk to this girl I've known since elementary school but kept my distance because as friendly as she can be, drama definitely can follow her around if you get what I mean. At this point, I was at least three drinks in (I think?) so I was there but also not (😂) and basically just nodding along with everything she was saying. I'm guessing she definitely was a few drinks in herself because she was just letting it all flow out. I honestly can't blame her with all the memories & emotions a reunion can bring up, but whoa I was not expecting it and didn't know what to do with the info--it's not easy to compute when drinking because you're not even sure if what you're hearing/remembering is right! But I'm pretty sure it was.

I remember just thinking, "Wait, why the heck is she telling me this?! How did I even get here??" She went on to tell me that one of the girls from our class came up to her to ask if she knew of anyone having coke there that night (and at the time, my drunk mind mistakingly thought it was another Tori who I don't think was even there & definitely more of a rule-follower so that actually really confused & shocked me lol). Her way of explaining it, "Like yeah, okay I've known people who have it, but it's not like I have it myself" (again, why the heck was she telling me this when I hadn't seen her in almost a decade...? and wasn't even close enough before that, but I guess it's flattering that she felt safe enough to tell me it--even though I'm now telling strangers on Reddit? 😂😅) Then from there she says, "And my ex is now engaged to Cayla ___? So that was awkward to walk past them. But I totally saw him flirting with Emma who's married so..."

I had no clue that she ever even had a thing with that dude... sadly that statement would be confirmed right before my eyes when I somehow got stuck talking to that Emma who I don't think I even had talked to since elementary school & was actually one of those exes of my best friend's fiancé that I was trying to keep her away from lol... that's around the time when I was thinking to myself "What the heck is this world?! What is going on?!" And now we're actually friends I guess and talk on Instagram now 😂🤷🏼‍♀️ I think it had a lot to do with me helping her to avoid that engaged guy trying to flirt with her (when his fiancé is also one of our peers in the same exact room!) when she was obviously off the market. Wow I hate guys like that. I used to think that guy seemed nice too... That's exactly what Emma & I were actually talking about lol. And weddings, naturally.

And then the biggest news to me that really left me trying to hide my 😳🤯 reaction (let me tell you, that's hard to do when you've been drinking lol... I had noooo idea how to respond and can't even remember how I did so hopefully she was too drunk to remember it too 😅): "I mean, Patrick ___ is married now too. And I was once pregnant with his baby!" Yup, had no clue what to say to that and connected the dots to what she was meaning. Didn't know they were ever even a thing either or in what way.... So I learned a lot of new info that night lol. Including from the drunk girls crying in the bathroom too, of course. All of which I surely could have lived my whole entire life knowing, but now, thanks to [too much] alcohol and a high school reunion we shouldn't have even had yet, I do. It definitely brought up and reminded us of the good, the bad, and the ugly for us all.

I can't even imagine what our actual Ten Year Reunion will bring... but from how entertaining (along with horrifying) the first [half] one was, I'd be lying if I said I won't be considering attending...

/talkfilmtome/

So I had this friend, we'll call her M. M and I became really close friends while she was mid-divorce with a physically and emotionally abusive ex husband. M was in her mid to late 30s as I recall at that time. I met M through work and she was the oldest of our friend circle, effectively living her party years that she missed out on having gotten pregnant and married to that ass hole quite young.

Our circle was mostly mid 20s. Turns out our party group had somehow befriended a guy who was distantly in my circle in high school, but a class above me. We'll call him J. I'd sort of talked to J once or twice in high school but not really. I just mostly knew about him. That being said, J had once dated my previous best friend, we'll call her B. B and J dated like... 5 years before this point in time.

When J and B dated, J had been "wrongfully convicted of rape" and had to let every city know where he was living when he moved there. B firmly believed he was wrongly convicted, as he never seemed to want to sleep with B until he knew he loved her and things like that. B and I grew apart toward the end of their dating. All I knew about that was that it was amicable and they broke up. But I believed B when she said he's been wrongly convicted mostly because she believed it I suppose. B claimed his accuser later confessed to lying but never publicly to law enforcement. Fast forward back when my friendgroup found J. J really liked M. J owned a house, a business, he seemed to be doing well for himself. He also nolonger needed to register, so it was clear his accuser confessed to falsifying. I sort of assisted in getting J and M together.

Everything was great at first. J didn't want to sleep with M until she had tested for STDs but that was at first all I knew about their sex life. Later on during their relationship M told me J couldn't get off from penetrative sex, only from blow jobs. I got the idea at the time that that bothered her but didn't hear much more about it. Later in their relationship they began having problems as all couples eventually do. The only person M ever told was M, and only through Facebook messenger. At some point J would pick fights with her and relay verbatim things she had only told me. At first she questioned if I had told him things. I had not. Then she noticed Facebook would not tell her when she has new messages, as Facebook thought they had already been read. Things got a little more sketchy. I couldn't be sure, but I had a feeling. At the time I worked in the cellphone industry. We backed up all her raw data and factory reset her phone.

Suddenly, the fights were less and J was not reciting literal sentences she had sent me. A time after, J got in to a fight with M and decided a good way to "make up" was to show up at her apartment window at stupid hours and bang on it until she responded. Eventually, M got scared. She finally confided in me that, while intoxicated, J had confessed to having raped his younger sister. And that eventually his dad got on her case enough to retract her accusations because his record was "ruining his life" hense why he nolonger needed to register. She then told me that while having sex, since J couldn't get off during normal penetration, he forced his dick in to her mouth and down her throat so deep (and against her fighting) that he tore or pulled parts of her throat. M's throat was sore for a good while.

When she told me this, she came to my apartment and I called B, who I hadn't spoke to in a long time up until that point. I asked B to tell me about how her relationship with J had ended. She told me that he started to become possessive and controlling, that she would vent to people through text and then delete them and somehow the texts would reappear on her phone and he always knew what they said even though she always had her phone to herself. Went on to express other abusive similarities. I never, until the end of the call, told her WHY I was asking. She told me all of this before even hearing about what he had done to M. After the call with B, I helped M break up with J through text. While she was at my apartment so that he couldn't try to convince her to change her mind.

After a while he just... disappeared. We were very cautious with who we hung out with in that group after that, in case J had tagged along. I felt really guilty for a long time after, and still do, for having set up M with J. As her life that she was starting to get back on track kind of plummeted after that. Now we are more like acquaintances. Mostly because of how she behaves these days, but I also think that maybe some of that behavior was caused by the events that I accidently brought to be by setting them up.

Bonus: a few years later, a COMPLETELY SEPARATE AND FAR AWAY friend group had somehow befriended J. Most notably, a female friend in that group. He showed up on her Facebook one day and implied that they were either dating or were headed in that direction. Having already felt guilty af for setting J up with M, I immediately messaged this other friend (S) and mentioned that I'd like to talk to her about the kind of person J is, and that I have 2 friends now that have been abused by him.

I met S at a local Panera and we sat down and chatted. I know she really didn't want to believe me, as she really cared for him. But considering at that point I hadn't talked to her in several years and made a point to meet to talk about it, I think she knew I wasn't lying. As I understand it, she broke off whatever they had. I'm not sure if they remained friends or not. I didn't want to see another friend suffer, especially if I was able to do something about it.Ω

/sasroxxy/

A longtime friend of my family’s, my older sister’s childhood friend, told me he’d raped multiple women. I was buzzed at the time. He’s 9 years older then me and I was 19 at the time.

My sister had me hanging out at his place since I was 12. I would end up on this dude’s couch at 3 am multiple times when I was 13, 14, 15 because I was my sister’s responsibility during some “tough” times going on at home.

This dude had hit on me and touched me quite a few times by the time I was 14 - but he’d n
ever really done anything when my sister wasn’t present (yes, my sister watch this guy grope me, more than once. She stopped it, but I would end up right back on his couch at 2 am the next weekend).

Around 16, I had a few unfortunate experiences with one particular boy and one other particular man that were 10x more brazen and horrible to this guy’s creeptastic attitude- and to be fair, he was like that with just about every single woman he came into contact with.

I got better at dodging his advances and made enough friends to not have to be in his presence if I could help it. By the time I went away to college I saw him maybe a handful of times a year - one of those times at Christmas when he made this confession to me.

The thing is, he’s super charming. Unendingly charismatic. The fact that I can even admit to how he treated me as a child still feels like I’m doing something wrong, because he just was so likeable. Even at his douchiest. And he was one of the smartest guys I had met, at least at the time.

He’s still super smart in my eyes, but he doesn’t really crack the top 20 anymore when it comes to true higher educated individuals (he never graduated from college - which there is nothing wrong with that - but it would be one of my biggest weapons against him later in life - because I did and he despised that about me).

Anyway, it still feels wrong in a way to call him a predator- even though I KNOW he is one and he’s open-faced admitted it to me as well. I’ve tried to tell my sister, cousins, friends but none of them really believe me. That’s wrong, a few (including my sister) know it, I know they do, but they are stead fast in ignoring it.

He moved across the state about 5 years ago, I haven’t spoken or seen him in about 6 and a half. I don’t know the women he hurt, but I feel a weight in my soul about them whenever I think about him.

/thyme_of_my_life/

The owner of the restaurant i delivered for here in Brazil, basically confessed to me and another colleague that he had to rape his wife to get her pregnant cause she never wanted a child and made this clear before they married. He was disgustingly detailed when he told us. And later on, i found out with the cook, who works there for about 10 years, that the wife developed depression when she learnt she was pregnant, and only overcame it recently while still having to care for the child...

Sorry i didn't have time to get into more details when i first posted, but since now i have:
The owner called me and the waiter for a night out after closing for the day, he had a BMW M3, and since this could be my only chance of getting into one in my entire life i accepted. We were drinking at one place and moving to another one after a few beers (that's not fucking safe everyone, don't do this, ever, i regret doing it myself, Sorry), and by the 4th place he was drunker than us and some girls were at the bar, i tried hitting on them, because... Anyway, no success if you wanna know.

Without me and the waiter asking about if he wanted to engage with the girls, cause he was married, he started saying that now he is old and has turned ugly, but on his earlier days he would pick them all in one shot (cringy A.F.), so i said something about his wife being very beautiful and their daughter looking like a little princesa out of cuteness, as he said:

"Oh yeah my daughter is such a cute little thing, but only because i wanted her, my wife didn't, i tried convincing her to have a child for almost 4 years after we married, but she never wanted, so one day we went to a friends party and i got her drunk at the party with wine, she probably drank a whole bottle on her own, but only because i made (forced) her to.

After getting home i ordered food (It was a sea fruit pasta from what i recall) from a place she likes a lot an kept chatting and drinking with her late at night, she eventually couldn't stand on her own, so i took her to bed and striped her down, i got her Full naked and was about to do the same, the door Bell rang, it was the food, i answered and paid for it, put on the kitchen counter and ran back to the bedroom, she was just the way i left her, still sleeping (this is the part where it starts to get super gross, that's why is stil so vivid on my memory, and It was about 2 years ago [2020], so, NSFW ahead people).

First i felt her skin and smell to turn me on, and It did Man, oh yes It did, i sucked on her breasts and she had no reaction, i put my cock inside her and fucked until i came, and just left her in the bed, took a shower and ate the food all by myself, to recover the energied eh?

Haha (cringy A.F. again) the next day she was so hungover she didn't left home for work and It felt like a normal day for me, about 3 weeks later she said her period didn't come down, i tried to hide my happinnes but yeah, she noticed, and now we have the kid, and she ended up getting happy."

I looked at the waiter and he had no reaction, i said: "wow, that's tough." And that was It, after some beers on that bar and another bar after he dropped us home and life goes on.
About 10 months later, i was chatting with the cook (she works there for 12 years now) on the kitchen Just waiting for the next delivery, and after some things she told me about the owner and his wife on previous conversations, she told that when the wife learnt she was pregnant, for 2 weeks straight she Pretty much wept all day saying she didn't want to have a child, and the owner was kinda opressive with her claimimg she knew people who could lend her to an abortion, even locking her home so she wouldnt leave for work.

So, adding this to the details he told me and the waiter about that night, It's one of the most disgusting things that i witnesses in my life, and i already saw two people getting killed on different occasions... So yeah, when i see someone getting raped on a movie/series, unfortunately i know it can be very worse than what i'm seeing... I'm Brazilian, and this happened in Brazil, so of course all that dialogue was in portuguese, i had to "translate" some words, specially slangs and body parts If you find It strange reading

/Luizinh01235/

My wife drunk-confessed she only married me as a last resort. There's a lesson to be learned. Poor communication +insecurity+ alcohol=bad time. I confronted her about this and let it off my chest. I'm insecure and depressed. She knows and she's accepted me for that and I do my best to improve. She was the only person to ever see who I truly was beneath all my bluster. She was straight up honest even though she knew it would hurt.

I wasn't her first choice and was more like a last choice. She thought I knew but, its clear I didnt. She met Ty before I did. She was young, lonely and miserable. She was tired of men breaking her hearts and was convinced she'd be alone forever. She'd swear off men. Anyways, she liked Ty but, Ty didn't even acknowledge she existed no matter how hard she tried. While chasing Ty she met me since Ty and I were best friends back then.

Since Ty never humored her and never once even noticed her feelings she settled for me. She asked me out for drinks and she realized we had a ton of chemistry. But, she quickly realized she had made the right choice and fell deeply in love with me. She typically doesn't tell the full story because its private and people dont really need to know the details.

She told me she feels ashamed she wasted time chasing after Ty and ignored the fact I was right in front of her. She wasted a lot of time chasing after a man who didnt even notice she existed. And it's not like she knew anything about him. She really didnt know anything about him. She was only lusting after him.

Shes only ever told her sister. Her sister reacted the way she did mostly because she really knows this is sort of a private thing. Most my family assume it was a love at first sight thing. It's awkward as hell to just blurt that out.

Could she be lying? I believe her. If I can't believe her then I can't believe anyone. Her story adds up to what I remember. She's been with me the entire time. We have two kids now. A family. I really don't wanna start doubting our relation. But, I'll be honest and did doubt it when she told me. It's that negativity that comes up.

My side was I met her while she was still crushing on Ty. She was a co-worker. I thought she was cute but, she didn't really have any interest in me and I didn't feel like making a move. Ty thought she was unattractive and annoying. He never humored her.

Eventually, she stopped chasing him and started talking to me. She asked me out to drinks one day and we we realized we had a lot in common and we had a ton of chemistry together. The rest was history. Could she be cheating? Now that I doubt. As she and Ty don't get along and not to to be rude but, Ty is married and the years were not kind to Ty.

As for suspecting she doesn't love me. I was drunk and when I drink my insecure depressive self comes out. I don't think rationally. Do I believe she doesn't? No, but,. its difficult to not think it because I'm insecure and depressed. Its always that voice at the back saying "She hates you. Your kids hate you. Everyone hates you but, only tolerate you". It's toxic but, its something I do wish to change and she's done a lot to help me.

/ThrowRASharedMoment/