rSlash - r/Confessions I Tried to Murder My Own Mom

Episode Date: December 19, 2024

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Our next reddit post is from Nauticactus. Last year around this time, my boss was let go in a really nasty, sabotage kind of way. I had been doing his job and my old job to prepare to take over for him as he was planning on moving up. He's always worked really hard and he's been working on business development more and more and entrusting me with his old responsibilities. Then one day he called me and said that he had been locked out of everything at work. Our general manager contacted me and told me that I'd be responsible for his position and I would be laterally promoted.

This promotion came with no raise or bonus structure. I would also be in charge of the two properties I was already managing before this happened. I knew how much my old boss made and expressed my disappointment in the compensation situation. I was told to F off, basically. I assumed that was because I was next as soon as they found someone to replace me, so I started looking for another job immediately. One month passed, then two months, then three. All the while, my clients were loving me and I was making them a ton of money with very minimal work. Once I figured out some market information, I realized that we could restructure

some things that cost us a bit more in payroll but made up for it tenfold in return on investment. Four months pass, five, and I'm sitting around in my office doing nothing. I play computer games 80% of the day and give my immediate attention to anything that comes my way work-wise. Meanwhile, profits are still rising and I'm still doing less and less work. No acknowledgments from my direct superiors despite my clients loving and praising the work that I do for them. Now it's been about a year and I found a new job, one that will challenge me and give me satisfaction. It's with my old boss, who came to find out, was immediately hired by a competitor at almost three times his salary at the company that I still work for.

My salary will now double and I'll be working with someone who I know cares about my development and work. Almost this whole time, I've been playing video games and getting paid a really nice salary to do it. It shouldn't have paid off, but it did. I haven't told anyone that, but here we are. Beneath that, we have this story from Black Lay Dynamo. My job's a bit like this, except I'm pretty well appreciated and treated.

It's a full-time job that some weeks takes me like two hours a day tops. Last week, I worked six hours on Monday and pretty much cleared my workload for the whole week. Occasionally, we have a manic week and maybe twice a year we'll do a major project that keeps me busy for six weeks or so, but otherwise I'm kind of just screwing around 80% of the time. Our next reddit post is from Generic OPM Fan. My parents broke up very early and I grew up with my mom. My dad wasn't really present throughout my childhood. My mother has had a drinking problem for as long as I can remember. She's had a rough

upbringing and could only vent her frustration when she was drunk. The way things went down was always the same. Around once a month, she would come home late, waking me in the middle of the night. From then on, it was a disaster. She starts yelling, spitting at me and beating me. She smears her snot in my face or on my bedsheets and makes me sleep on it. One second, she yells in my face that she hates me, that my father and grandma hate me, that it's all my fault and in the next second she starts crying and says that she loves me, an emotional roller coaster.

This always goes on for the whole night. I don't remember too much, but ironically the most prominent memories are the ones from when I was very young, maybe around 5 or something. One night I had to stand facing the wall the whole night while she screamed at me. I was so tired since I was just a little kid, but every time I tried to sit down, she would hit me. Sometimes, I had to do squats while pulling at my ears, making me look really stupid. Apart from the fact that it was humiliating, she made me do them until I collapsed from

the pain. Then, she made me do them until I collapsed from the pain. Then she shouted at me to continue. A weird thing she did was she frequently pretended to choke to death in the middle of a rant. She then would lay there motionless for 10 minutes straight. As a 5 year old, I was completely in panic and had no idea what to do. I tried to wake her up, but she didn't respond at all until she suddenly jerked up and resumed shouting and hitting at me for not helping her. Luckily, she stopped pulling that once she saw that I got too used to it. As I got older, she got more and more violent.

But the only times I was really scared for my life was when she got the kitchen knife while fighting with her now ex-fiance. Luckily, no one was ever stabbed. I could go on and on, but you get the idea. I never got any help because I was so used to all this stuff. And of course, my mother told me to never tell anyone. Whenever I brought up her behavior the next morning, she claimed that she couldn't remember, said that I was over-exaggerating things, or outright claimed that I was making stuff up.

Sometimes she apologized that she would never do it again, but I just stopped listening after a while. School was pretty awful as well. Then it happened. She came home drunk one morning while I was getting ready for school. She didn't get much of a reaction out of me these days, and she didn't seem to like that fact. I was 15 years old at the time and getting physically stronger than her, and I was used

to the shouting. Also, I was basically dead inside. I was completely nonchalant when she started her rant. Then she said something about my ex-girlfriend. What she said wasn't really all that bad, but it was a weak spot for me since she recently broke up with me. That was my first relationship and I was the one who messed it up. That was the last straw.

All these effing years of constant abuse and neglect unloaded themselves in that one moment. Humans can be animals. It was like watching a movie from a third person perspective. I had no control whatsoever. I screamed while grabbing her throat and squeezing with all that I had. I somehow strangled her across my whole room onto the bed. My big and scary mother, whom I was always afraid of, wasn't able to fight back against my rage.

Not one bit. Now thinking back, she even looked kinda scared. So she was on her back on my bed and I was standing above her, squeezing her throat. I have no idea how long that went on, maybe a few seconds, maybe half a minute. Everything felt so surreal. At some point, my brain kicks in. Do you really want to do that? I got a hold of myself and let her go, which was a mistake. She instantly grabs a chair and starts swinging it at me full force. I mean, yeah, I technically tried to kill her, but now I just want to get out of this alive. I block it and it messes

up my arm. Then she effing bites me in the very same arm and Jesus Christ that hurts. The bite later swoll to the size of a ping-pong ball. Anyways, I managed to get the hell out of that apartment. But then I ran the risk of freezing to death since we had winter and I was wounded and had nothing on me but pajamas. I encountered a neighbor and asked him to call the cops. I told him what happened, leaving out the strangling part. And after the neighbor saw my wounds they informed my mother that I'm being taken into care. My mom makes a pathetic attempt of trying to put on an act but snaps halfway through and bites an officer. She gets wrestled

down and arrested on the spot. It was honestly hilarious in hindsight. She played the victim and called me a traitor for calling the cops on her but got out later on. She did have to pay a huge fine for attacking the officer. I moved out into government care. It was honestly cool. At the age of 15, I had my own apartment with free rent, 400 euros per month to do whatever the hell I wanted, and social workers that were pretty decent people. Shout out to German CPS. However, things caught up with me. My depression worsened badly, I started to drink a lot, and later that year I tried to drown myself.

That was rock bottom for me. I've had bad phases since then. There were nights where I wanted to die, nights where I wanted to pay my mother a visit and get my revenge, and nights where I didn't want anything at all. However, all in all, my life's been gradually improving for me, slowly but steadily. The older I got, the more self-aware I became about my behavior, so I stopped getting bullied. Also, I learned to stand up for myself, and that was helpful.

However, I still ended up quitting school at some point. I realized that I can't force myself to do something I despise for even a second. I just stood up in the middle of the class and went, screw it. After that, I tried a bunch of different jobs, but none of them really worked for me. However, I found my true passion. I love making music, and I'm currently putting all my energy into becoming a successful musician. I no longer care if I might fail. It's really liberating. My relationship with my mother has been steadily improving as well. Boy, it was hard at first, and I made sure to let her know how much I hated her for what

she did. But she finally, truly admitted her mistakes and quit drinking. It was easier after that. I could start expressing and letting go of my hatred in healthy ways. My mother really made an effort to better herself. I also apologized for what I did that day and she forgave me. I wish I could tell you a happy ending to that part of the story, but sadly, my mom was diagnosed with schizophrenia two years ago.

She's back in her home country now with her family and they're taking care of her. Thank god for that. The last 2 years were a huge burden. At one point, she was so thin that you could see the shape of her skull. All while having this giddy delusional smile on her face. Horrifying. Well, there it is. The story of how I tried to kill my mother. Our next reddit post is from iodine pusher. Me and my wife bought a new bed. A really expensive one, the kind that has separate firmness on each side. We spent hours and hours at the store where my wife took her time testing and deciding

what kind of lower mattress she wanted on her side. Beforehand, she had done extensive web research on what kind of bid would give her the most happiness in life and so on. Eventually, she settled for a bid with a firmness between soft and medium. Me, I couldn't be bothered with that. I've always liked my bid soft, but the store lady said that with my body composition, I should have a hard mattress. So, during a brief brain fart, I chose that. The next morning, I knew that I had messed up. The $2000 bid that I had just bought felt awful. Even worse, when installing it, I had taken the plastic wrapping off the lower mattress

so I couldn't return it. So, my solution? While my wife was at work, I flipped the bid 180 degrees so now that I had the soft side and she had the concrete slab. There are two additional full-width thick mattresses on top of those so it's not immediately noticeable. This was five years ago and I've slept like a baby ever since. My wife apparently still hasn't noticed.

At least she hasn't said anything and she seems to sleep well. She must never know though. Haha, the top comment from Hanafim. What if she found out, flipped the bed again, and you're the one who hasn't realized it yet? Our next reddit post is from Deleted. Well, 16 years ago, my family had two of my friends and their mother living with us while their mother went through a divorce.

I was 15 and my friends were 14 and 16. I was away at another friend's house one night. When I came back the following day, my mom told me that she had kicked the other family out because the 16 year old girl tried to make a move on my dad. She absolutely slandered that poor girl's name. When I got into my twenties, that still sat in the back of my mind and I just knew that I didn't get the truth. So I reached out to that 16 year old who was now in her twenties.

We met up and I got the true story. I could see the pain in her eyes. She said that she had been in therapy for years because of my father. That he had intercourse with her in such a loving way that it really messed her up. She told me they had been drinking on the property and then went skinny dipping. All while my mother was in the bed, pregnant with my sister. Then they made their way into the house and upstairs, where eventually my mother walked

in on them. I let the girl know that I had her back if she ever decided to do anything about it. I'm now in my 30s and recently became a mother and it's all I've been able to think about. My parents still don't know that I know the truth. It's reawakened this rage in me. Especially all the teenage rage they made me shove down for so long. Because if anyone did that to my daughter, or if I caught my husband in that situation, hell no. It was easy to shove down before because I learned from the best my parents. But becoming a mother, especially to a daughter, I've never wanted someone to pay for something they've done so bad.

I feel like if I brought it up with my mom, she would just get angry and talk trash. She'd probably say the past is in the past and I need to let it go, that people can change. But I know that my father hasn't changed due to events over the recent years with his anger and control issues. He is a very big narcissist who believes he can do no wrong whatsoever. And my mother is so far up his butt. It makes me wonder if this 16-year-old girl was his only victim. If she was and if he's never done it again, would that be okay? Is this forgivable? Because I don't feel like it is. You know, the fact that he did this with his pregnant wife in the same house would indicate

that he's either done this before and is very comfortable with it or he was absolutely chomping at the bit to assault a 16 year old girl. Honestly, I'm not sure which one is worse. Our next Reddit post is from Susant. This was an accident and happened about 10 years ago. I had recently joined a Chinese owned company in a fairly prominent position and being the only white guy in the company, they liked to send me to trade shows in China to indicate that the company was definitely NOT Chinese.

I was sent to Guangzhou to the Hotel Dongfang just around the corner from the convention center. Of course, with the convention center in town with many visitors, the prostitutes, madams, and agents were out in force. Most of the people handing out cards for these whores were very young kids. Seriously young. They looked to be about 10 years old or younger. Often the only English they spoke was, you buy so cheap.

Every time I went out, I had kids pushing cards into my hands, into my pockets, or dropped into any boxes I was carrying. Most of the time that was that. End of story. On my second to last day, I went out with the sole intention of buying presents for my wife and daughter when after the first shop, I was approached by an older madam who would not leave me alone. Every step of the way she kept with me, encouraging me to buy so cheap.

Even my protestations that I was married and not interested was met with, your wife not here, you buy so cheap. Eventually, she said, tell me your room number, I send girl to your room. Just $200. Thinking this was the best way to get rid of her, I said, 200 bucks? Okay, I'm in room 1024 and then carried on shopping. Since this was a fake random room number and I had no intention of carrying out the transaction, I promptly forgot about it. The next day, the last day of the show,

I was told the boss had flown to Beijing and I was needed to help a colleague collect some stuff from the hotel room. I walked with my colleague, dodging the kids with prostitute cards, back to the hotel until I was standing outside of my boss's room. Room 1024. I have never, ever dared ask or say anything to my boss about this. Only my wife knows the story. And so too do you. Down in the comments, FoxGlox says, did you check your next paycheck to see if your boss deducted $200? That was r slash confessions and if you liked this content, be sure to follow my podcast

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