Snook - Deranged Reddit Confessions

Episode Date: December 20, 2025

These are some wild Reddit Confessions! What confession was the most shocking to you? Make sure to follow the podcast and rate 5 stars! Thank you all for listening.Edited by - https://x.com/ascend_edit?t=rD828Upu3...CREDITS - Glum-Employer-3745 -https://www.reddit.com/r/confession/comments/1epr9et/i_knocked_a_homeless_guy_unconscious_because_he/Cheap-Tennis-7592 - https://www.reddit.com/r/confession/comments/1hh9fpe/marrying_for_money_sucks_and_i_do_not_recommend_it/sweetnfaulty - https://www.reddit.com/r/confession/comments/1hqod7a/having_a_family_is_so_incredibly_overwhelming_and/[deleted] - https://www.reddit.com/r/confession/comments/1fmg6jd/i_went_to_the_doctor_today_and_paid_with_cash_im/[deleted] - https://www.reddit.com/r/confession/comments/1dzzajr/i_lied_to_get_my_current_job_and_it_pays_really/AvoKailDo - https://www.reddit.com/r/confession/comments/1g2nlle/i_often_replace_my_alcoholic_drinks_with_water/BananaHuszar - https://www.reddit.com/r/confession/comments/1gmfxw8/i_cant_take_the_self_diagnosed_mental_health/Sophisticated_pickle - https://www.reddit.com/r/confessions/comments/1guhz84/i_didnt_realize_skinny_privilege_was_a_thing/Unhappy-Rise-1100 - https://www.reddit.com/r/confessions/comments/1ck5ysn/my_girlfriend_was_poking_holes_in_my_condoms/PostHistoryMan - https://www.reddit.com/r/confessions/comments/1ck5ysn/my_girlfriend_was_poking_holes_in_my_condoms/repentandtoss - https://www.reddit.com/r/confessions/comments/oujzhe/the_woman_i_married_is_not_the_woman_i_have_loved/Snoo-11156 - https://www.reddit.com/r/confessions/comments/hsnl0h/my_stepdad_got_in_a_fight_to_protect_me_and_i/fake-jew - https://www.reddit.com/r/confessions/comments/b980ie/ive_lied_to_everyone_in_my_life_for_20_years_that/IF ANY OF THESE STORIES BELONG TO YOU, PLEASE EMAIL ME AT - [e-mail] before filing a copyright takedown or anything. Please, we can get it sorted out through email or some other form of communication, thank you.NEXT SUB GOAL - 100,000 followers! And make sure to rate 5 stars!I love you. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Hey, what's up guys, and welcome back to another Reddit Confessions video, and I'm excited because today's confessions are deranged and disturbing, as the title says, and I will continue to give my opinions on them since you guys liked it enough last time, and comment down below if you agree with my opinion on the confession, should they be guilty, are they guilty, should they feel bad about themselves, or is it okay? And yeah, thank you so much for stopping by and just watching this video. And before we get into it, please like the video and subscribe to the channel. It's the channel's goal to be at 500,000 subscribers, so please subscribe to the channel. And all right, anyway, so without further ado, let's get into some deranged

red of confessions. I knocked a homeless guy unconscious because he tried to take my latte. Nobody will ever know but me. I started a new job just over a year ago. I work seven to three most days, and I don't own a car, so I usually walk from my apartment to my place of work. The walk to work is mostly on main streets, but there is one alleyway that I take to my, to make my walk five minutes shorter. Next to this alley is a coffee shop. My city has a noticeable homeless population, and there are some people who hang out along the streets asking for food, money, etc. They are mostly harmless. They don't get in people's way or harass anyone, as far as I know. But there is one guy, we'll call him Bob, for simplicity, who hangs out outside of the coffee shop most days,

waiting for someone to buy him a coffee. For years, I've been in the habit of treating myself to an ice latte every Friday. So on my first Friday on the job, I naively bought this man a coffee when he asked me to, not realizing the big mistake I made. I bought him an 8-ounce hot black coffee, the cheapest item on the menu, and myself my usual 20-ounce latte. When I exited the coffee shop, before I could hand Bob his drink, he snatched my drink and walked off before I could blink. From that day on, every time I was a little bit of, I passed the coffee shop, Bob would cat call me and yell at me to buy him a coffee. Occasionally, he would even follow me down the alley and tried to take my belongings. I felt very threatened because that early in the morning, there weren't many people around

there on the street, which I think is why he did it. When I passed that place in the evening, he usually didn't say anything as more people were around. Usually, Bob was completely harmless, but he followed me down the alley more than a few times, occasionally trying to take my belongings or my latte. About a month after I started my new job, I bought my latte and walked down the alley. Bob followed me down the alley, only this time he managed to get really close to me, and reached out to snatch the latte from my hand.

Before I could think, my other hand hit his jaw. The thing is, I'm a pretty big girl, 5-11 and 155 pounds. I run and lift weights, so I'm athletic too. I've never hit someone outside a classroom setting, but I have some martial arts experience, so I know the knockout points and can throw a good punch. I once knocked out a strong 280-pound man on accident during a class, so it was no surprise that this guy went out cold, hitting the side of a building on his way down. I think I saw blood on his face, but I'm not sure because I kept walking.

Nobody saw. There are no windows facing the alley, and we were far from the main roads. Since it was just past 6 a.m., not many people were out, even on the main roads. My actions that day were rash, and I am in no way suggesting anyone do something similar because you never know who is watching. That said, I haven't seen this guy anywhere near the coffee shop. I highly doubt that I killed him, but I think I scared him off. I'm not sure how crime investigation stuff works, but it's been a year and I've heard nothing.

As far as the world knows, I am innocent, and I plan on taking the secret with me to the grave. Update. After reading some comments, I want to respond to some common threads. 1. Since the incident, I have stopped taking the shortcut to work and instead take the main roads. An extra five minutes isn't worth getting robbed, L.O.L. There's usually at least somebody on those roads who will see if someone tries anything, and the buildings all have windows. I've also invested in pepper gel, since it's better for temporarily disabling an assailant rather than permanently injuring them. In general, this incident has made me a lot more cautious and aware of my surroundings.

So far, an incident like this has not happened again. 2. A bunch of people are saying this post is fake because there's no way someone as small as me can knock out a 280-pound man. Have you all never seen a 5-11, 155-pound woman? I would attach a photo of myself, if I could. That would defeat the whole point of anonymity. But if you want a reference for what I look like, I have a similar body to Katie

Ladeki. We are almost the same high-end weight and she is not small. I can bench my body weight and deadlift more than double my body weight. Also, if you know anything about pressure point theory, you know that no amount of muscle or size will protect someone if you hit certain points straight on. When I knocked out the 280-pound man, he was standing perfectly still, right in front of me. I was being directed where to hit by my instructor, and I put too much power behind it and knocked him out. It's hard to hit the points correctly in real time unless you have lots of experience.

I have about two and a half years of experience, but Bob, was a lot more frail than that guy, so he was easier to knock out, even if I didn't hit the point on his jaw perfectly. And all right, guys, I've read a lot of comments on this post, and a lot of people are saying she's innocent, and I would have to agree with her, because, I mean, it's not smart for her to walk down an alleyway at 6 in the morning. A lot of bad stuff could happen, but this guy, this homeless guy, was getting way too close. He was, like she said multiple times, trying to take her belongings, and that's just not okay. And I think it's safe to say that him or her punching him in this scenario is okay.

And I wouldn't suggest doing it. I wouldn't. It's not okay that she did it, but it's better than the alternative of her getting hurt, robbed, or stolen from again. So I think in this certain scenario, it's not her fault and it's justified. And it's a decent confession to not tell anyone because you would probably go to jail for assault. But interesting confession. Marrying for money sucks, and I do not recommend it. I married a 40-year-old when I was 19, started dating when I was 17.

Yes, it was gross, but that's what happened. The only reason he married me is because I was hot. The only reason I married him is because he had money. I actually do have other redeeming characteristics, but he married me because I was hot. I know this. Everyone knows this. It doesn't feel great, but I can deal with it. We've been married 20 years, four kids, so we are stable, and we have lots in common at this point, and we do love each other.

But if I could go back and slap myself, I would. When nobody tells you, or they try and you don't listen because you're a dumb-ass teenager, is that marrying like this means you will fucking owe him for everything, every goddamn day. Not just in the bedroom, but in every other matter in your life. The stuff you never imagined someone else trying to decide for you, and you don't just owe him for the money. It's a lot heavier than that. He'll never say it out loud, but you'll know the deal.

Fundamentally unequal. He'll pull rank at the most random times and it'll make you feel like you're falling through the floor. I don't hate my life or anything. I accept that I made this bed and I have to lie in it, but I wouldn't recommend it to anyone else. My oldest daughter is two years younger than I was when I met my husband, and I can't imagine.

And all right, this one doesn't have a lot. to input on but I think it's good advice for any of you guys out there and you're considering marrying young this person wouldn't recommend it. I think that's a good set of rules so who knew. Snook can teach you some life lessons and that's what you subscribe to this channel for but anyways on to the next one. Having a family is so incredibly overwhelming and exhausting, highly overrated. I am so deep into and sick of my lifestyle as a mom and a wife. I wish I could just quit. I have severe and untreated ADHD,

so that probably makes everything so much more extremely difficult and complicated, but being motherly is no different. Just thinking about cooking every day for the rest of my life literally makes me feel S word. I know it may sound extreme, but I cannot imagine doing this for much longer. I feel trapped. I wish I would have stayed true to myself and kept my promise.

to be the weird, lonely animal lady. I know it was my decision, but I resent my husband for that sometimes, and I feel like I'm ready to give up. Update. Thank you so much for all the replies this post has received. I did not expect this many replies, good or bad. I'm thankful for you all. I really wish I could just chat with every single one of you for you to share more. I'm aware that this issue is entirely my mental health, not my family. For all you are telling me I should do my family a favor and just leave or abandon them. No, I won't. It is not the right thing to do, and I struggle with regret enough now. Also, I don't know why some people assume I hate my children, I love them more than I have ever loved anything, and would do anything to make their life better.

I literally want to kay myself because I believe they will be better off without me. I make supernatural efforts every day to make sure they are clean, fed, cozy, happy, and comfortable, even if I'm dying inside. This probably should be a whole different post, and I will post about it all, in the future, but I do have significant lifelong trauma that I recognize I must address before my negative thoughts win. I always found the thought of S word to be comforting, but I now have little humans who depend on me, so it really is not an option anymore. I was able to get an urgent appointment, and I'm really excited to start my healing journey. Thank you all again. And all right, thank God for that update, Earlst, that would be a very depressing post, but I think this person

is on the upward trend, hopefully. But in my opinion, I don't. I think she has a lot of issues going on, just from what I've read in that post and some of the comments. But I think just the obvious thing to do is go get some therapy, talk to someone about this feelings. Because like she said, she felt a lot better after seeing all the comments, because it makes you feel a lot better sometimes, just to talk to somebody about how you're feeling. But if you keep that all bottled up, it probably sucks. Also, in the beginning, she mentioned ADHD. So I think it would be a big help if she has severe ADHD to go get that.

that medicated or talk to someone about that because that could also lead to feelings of everything she listed. So I think she should go get some ADHD medications. It doesn't have to be medications, but just talk to somebody about it and talk to a therapist. I think she can be on the upper trend and thoughts and prayers to her. I went to the doctor today and paid with cash. I'm pregnant. I'm 17 and pregnant. I don't know who the dad is. I went to a party a few weeks ago, eight to be exact. My best friend begged me to go with her, saying that I was being too stuck up. I've never been to a party before, mainly focusing on my clubs and work, and her words struck a court with me, so I went. We were dancing together, drinking alcohol. I'm used to like drinking since my parents introduced me

and my siblings to it around 16 to 17, depending on how outgoing their kid is. It's a safety precaution of, hey, this is what it's going to feel like, don't go bummling around the streets like this. Not to say that they let us drink every day. The most we get is a light buzz under their counsel, and we only get that on special occasions. That might have been unnecessary info, but I'm a mess right now, and the only reason I have any grammar is because I'm typing this on my phone. Anyway, I started getting drunker and drunker,

and my friend peeled away from me at one point, and this guy slid up to me. I can't remember what we talked about, but he was kind of cute. I know that I danced with him at one point. The rest of it's a fucking blur, and I can't remember anything else. I woke up naked with him in the guest room, and that's about it. My best friend told me later that I told her that I found a hot guy

and to not look for me or some shit like that. When I spoke to him, he said, yeah, we had sex. Asked if we used a condom and he said he thinks we did. He ends up dropping the bomb that he has a girlfriend and to not mention this to her. I'm hung over and I'm so confused and I just had sex with someone for the third time in my life and I can't remember shit, so I just left after I got my clothes back on. I miss my period. It felt different. It's hard to explain, but I felt so weird. No morning sickness or anything that

the articles say, but just an awkward feeling. I thought it was just stressed from work or maybe getting sick. My periods are normally very punctual. They start early in the month and end three days in. I did not get my period for eight fucking weeks and thought it was stress. I'm such a fucking idiot. Like how did I not see any signs or some shit? Then I thought about it all. I decided that I didn't want to use store-bought test because the ones in the store around where I live aren't very good. I've heard a lot of people buying them and the tests saying they're pregnant when they're actually not. So today I went to the doctor and didn't use any insurance so that my parents didn't get any notifications or some shit. I don't know how that works, but I didn't want to

take any chances. I explained to him everything and he told me that they test me. Surprise, surprise, I've got a baby in my uterus. What the fuck am I supposed to do? I'm sitting in my fucking car and I was scrolling on Reddit because I'm chronically online and saw the confession board and I just needed to tell someone, anyone. So I went this account and here I am. I don't know if it makes sense anymore because nothing does. I'm pregnant and I'm 17 and I don't even know the guy's name, but I'm pregnant with this fucking kid and he has a girlfriend apparently and I'm pissed off that my friend let me go somewhere with a guy and I'm so fucking angry that I can't remember anything. If anyone has advice or anything, I'm going to be in my car for a little while longer.

I don't think I'm going to A, mainly because I know that if my parents get pissed off, they'll still support their grandchild no matter what, and it isn't the baby's fault that their mommy is such as dumbass when she gets blackout drunk apparently. Sorry for this being so long, I just don't know anything anymore. Edit. I've been reading and commenting, and yeah, you guys are really fucking awesome, genuinely. This helps a lot with working out my thoughts. To those who's saying to A word, I completely understand that, but I don't think I want to.

About school, I'm more than willing to graduate early. I have enough credits. My friend's last shows of life overall was shitty. The friend I told you about the party was shit was pretty much my only person I talked to. Adoption-wise, I think I'll look into that. I think I'm being way too optimistic about the idea of taking care of a kid. I just don't know.

I feel like sobbing, but I feel like doing nothing at all. I didn't get tested for anything transmitted, but now that you guys brought that up, I'll definitely schedule something because, holy shit, I didn't even think about that. I have to go home. If I stay out any longer, then they'll get worried, and I think I'll talk to my parents then. I'm sorry for bringing this to Reddit and shit, and I know I'm stupid about my choices and reasoning, but I just wanted to get all of that shit off my chest. Thank you guys again.

I may or may not continue to reply. If not, then I'm driving back home. And all right, that's a very heavy post, and she stopped posting in the comments shortly after that, but a lot of people were commenting various different things. you know, the mix. Some people to say a word, some people to adoption, some people to just keep the kid. But that's a very heavy post. And I don't really know how to comment on that. But to be honest, as I was reading through a few of these, I think I'll keep this confession series going on a little longer because it's very relatable for, I think, a lot of people. And it's a lot of real life accounts. And if this

is relatable to any of you, it'll just make sure that you'll just make you know that you're not alone and stuff like that. So I think I'll keep this confession series going because a lot of this can be more relatable and just for any of you guys out there watching this. You're not alone. And yeah. I lied to get my current job and it pays really well. I, 38F, lied on my resume to land a job I wasn't qualified for. The initial interview went smoother than expected. My fabricated qualifications seemed to impress them. Before I knew it, I was advancing to the next round. The job offer came and I accepted. despite this sinking feeling in my gut. As I stepped into the role, reality hit me hard. I was drowning in tasks. I had no idea how to handle. Panic set in as I struggled to keep up with the demands of the job. I sought help online, connecting with others in similar positions who generously shared their expertise.

Day by day, I learned the ropes through trial and error. Slowly, I started to grasp the intricacies of the job. The feelings of being overshadowed began to fade as my confidence grew. I persevered, determined to prove my confidence grew. myself worthy of the position. Fifteen years have passed since that faithful decision, I am now a master at my job, a testament to resilience and hard work. The lie that got me in the door has transformed into a success story of my perseverance

and growth. A part of me is very proud of what I've been able to accomplish, while the other side is disgusted with me for cutting corners. I've never told anyone besides my husband, and even told me he doesn't believe I really did that. Edit, I'm a senior fraud analyst now. started off in collections and insurance disputes. And okay, I think this person is completely fine.

It doesn't even need a confession, to be honest, because, sure, she lied. She cut corners. She got a job she wasn't qualified for. But at the same time, she learned how to do it. 15 years later, she's still doing that job. I think that is a testament for a lot of things. I think it's better to go in over your head than the opposite, because you can learn a lot going in over your head.

I mean, I didn't start making YouTube videos because I knew how to make the best YouTube videos. I started off really bad and then slowly got better. I mean, it's a lot to get into, but I think you can do that for anything and that's basically anything. So that's kind of a motivation story almost. And I don't think it's necessary to be a confession because she didn't cause any harm to the company or anything else along those lines. She only built the company and obviously got promoted. So good for her. I often replace my alcoholic drinks with water without telling the people I'm drinking with. I am 25 female. I go out pretty often, whether it be with my friends, husband, or family. In college, I drank heavily every weekend. My tolerance became pretty high.

And then I started dating a guy that would drink way too much every night, so I started being the sober one, so I could drive us home each night. Fast forward three to four years. I'm married to a different guy that drinks responsibly, and I still have replaced maybe 90% of my drinks with water, or just straight up didn't add alcohol to my drinks, but said I did, to not get questions and to feel more included. The people I drink with don't know this. Last night, my husband asked me to pour two shots of vodka, but I poured one and put water in my cup. We cheered and drank them. Then he wanted a mixed drink, so I made vodka sodas, except mine was just soda.

Another time I was on my friend's boat, and they were all plastered. They were handing me white claw after white claw, and I would sip on it here and there. But when no one was looking, I would pour mine into the... the water every so often so it looked like I was drinking them. I don't really know why I do this to the extent I do. I feel safe with the people around. I just like being clear-minded. Drinking and feeling fuzzy is unsettling to me. When I go out, especially if it's loud inside the bar, I'll quietly order with the bartender, a Diet Coke or Sprite, then tell people to the Jack and Coat or Vodka Sprite. I also don't want to be the girl that never lets loose and has a good time.

I have my fun in college and I like to know I can get everyone home safe by the end of the night. Feels good to finally say something. Thanks for reading. Edit for more details. I don't say I am having alcohol unless people ask. I don't brag around them saying I am not drinking when I'm not. If people assume I am, then great. If they ask, I just say it's something alcoholic.

I also only do this for a couple of drinks. Then actually, just say I'm sobering up when I order a third or fourth, so people know I'm not getting hammered. The people I am around now don't drink a ton, but they do drink enough to need a ride every once in a while. The cost of a white claw when you buy them in bulk is like five bucks. No, I don't feel bad for fake drinking three to four white claws and dumping them out. Whether I drink them or not, and then they spent money on them, or we did,

usually cost of food sauce drinks is split when we have a riverboat party. Having 20-something people asking why you're not drinking is exhausting and annoying. This was one instance I just used as an example. Last thing, I will genuinely have a glass of wine or a mixed drink here and there. I'm not completely sober all the time. I just don't drink a lot. That's all. And okay, another one of these that it's just kind of I want to throw in here.

I think it's kind of crazy, at least in America. I'm not sure in Europe or other places in the world. Why not drinking is kind of taboo almost. Like, not drinking within social settings is very taboo, and people will ask you about it, which I think is just kind of weird, how kind of normalized drinking is. And so this kind of brought up a good point, so I like this confession,

even though it shouldn't really be on the confess. I can't take the self-diagnosed mental health issues anymore. I'm a 33F ADHD diagnosed wound. Got the diagnosis in 1996 after almost failing school. The whole treatment I was subjected to was to help me control symptoms and live better in society, not inconvenience to myself and others. I have some real autistic friends with the same outlook. Now in the past goddamn seven years, I have to listen to absolute nonsense in the internet all

the time. A bunch of self-diagnosed people that just use their made-up mental diseases as excuses. That makes the community look so bad. I can't tell any employers I have ADHD because they'll presume I will refuse to show up to work and say I have a mental illness and be a completely entitled and unmanageable mess. I've seen people using ADHD to justify screaming with their partners, cheating, not delivering promises, being lazy, not putting in any effort. Ah, no, please. My roommate is a 26-year-old, wrote me a message calling my hygiene concerning and me disrespectful because I left a dish in the sink overnight. When I confronted her and said, she can't talk to me this way, she started crying like a big baby and said she doesn't know how to express herself because of her autism.

Is she a cardet blanche for you do absolutely dickhead for with no consequence now? I have actual autistic friends. They have issues looking me in the eye and knowing what to talk, but all of them, every single one, can take accountability when you inform them. I just can't take this shit anymore. Another roommate would make my life miserable with every fucking little sound because he had misophonia, like the lights switch sound in your room would make him bishing his. Never went to a fucking doctor. And now if I complain, I won't live in a complete silence from eight.

I'm in the non-accommodating monster. There's no goddamn accountability and discomfort anymore. Every possible incommission feeling now had it at CID. Meanwhile, I'm the only one actually mentally ill with years of therapy slash medication. and I definitely wouldn't be caught dead doing shit like that. I have dignity. It doesn't matter if my ADHD makes it hard to remember shit. It's my responsibility to write it down and make it.

I took a commitment. Where's the accountability? Edit. Going to put an edit here I didn't think I would need. If you're thinking, well, I am self-diagnosed and don't do those things, then this post isn't for you. This post is specifically about people that behave in that specific manner and cover it up with a CID.

Not all the mentally ill. Also, I'd recommend always trying to get a diagnosis. because symptoms of understood mental issues like autism and ADHD manifest in everyone in different shapes and forms. I've heard from three different friends that they're afraid. They have ADHD because of executive dysfunction issues. They were just burnt out. It can be bad anxiety.

Can be trauma. Different solutions. I didn't realize skinny privilege was a thing until I went from obese to fit and I absolutely hate it. So I, 21 female, have been on a weight loss journey since New Year. I went from obese, 5-4 and 187 pounds to fit. I remember when I was bigger. I got treated awful.

Even by some friends. I got called a whale. Was the punchline to a lot of fat jokes. Was always talked over, told I was annoying, etc. I was also told to go to the gym multiple times, but when I did, I was told to go home and eat a burger because we all know you're not going to stick to it by a gym bro. Overall, I felt awful about myself,

and my mental health was in shambles. The night before New Year's, my fiancé, 23M, and I got invited to a party. When we got there, my friend's boyfriend had already had too much to drink and out of literally nowhere, he called me an annoying, ugly fat bee. It implied I was the duff. I started crying and realized enough was enough. I'd been called fat for the last time. On New Year's, I got my calories down to 1,200 and started going to the gym five times a week.

Slowly, the weight started to fall off, but got more rapid the longer I was on the diet. I also developed a pretty bad ED and body dysmorphia along the way, but recovered after a few months of therapy. Now in November, I'm 129 pounds, having lost nearly 60 pounds. I've been pretty overweight since I was about 13. It was so used to the treatment I had prior that I had no idea how things would change for me. I went from being talked over to everyone stopping and letting me talk. I went from being called annoying to chill. I went from being rejected by several men and even laughed at for having the audacity

to shoot my shot to men coming up to me and asking for my number. I went from being the only one men didn't introduce themselves to to one of the first one at bars when my fiancé and the other guys in our group would walk off and do their own thing. I went from being called Factor Beautiful. I went from being invisible to noticed, essentially. The treatment I've been getting for the past few months is nothing I've been used to, especially being bullied pretty badly in middle and high school. As much as I love being included now, I can't help but to feel awful for my bigger self. I deserve the same love and respect when I was bigger because I'm the same person. Now, of the sudden that I'm skinny, I'm the center

of attention and finally seen. It makes me terrified to gain weight again and go back to being the duff and treat him so badly. I wish society judged us on our inner beauty rather than our outer. I did unfortunately find out skinny privilege was real and I absolutely hate it. My girlfriend was poking holes in my condoms. I, M25 and my now ex-girlfriend is F-22. We've been together for a few years and everything was going great until she started pressuring me to get married. and have kids. I wasn't ready for that kind of commitment, and I have made it clear to her. However, she wouldn't let it go. She kept bringing it up, trying to convince me that we should take our relationship to the next level. I felt suffocated and stressed out by her constant nagging.

Then, one day, I discovered something that completely shattered my trust in her. I found her poking holes in the condoms we were using. I was shocked and angry beyond words. It felt like a huge betrayal of my trust in our relationship. I confronted her about it, and she tried to downplay it, saying she just wanted to speed things up because she knew I was hesitant about having kids. But I couldn't believe her excuses. I couldn't be with someone who would manipulate me like that. So I ended things with her.

It was one of the hardest decisions I've ever had to make, but I knew it was the right thing for me. I couldn't stay with someone who didn't respect my boundaries, who would go behind my back like that. Some of our mutual friends are saying I overreacted and that breaking up with her was too harsh, but I can't shake the feeling that I dodged a bullet. And all right, wow. I know I didn't add my kind of reaction to the past two, but this one was easy to add a reaction too.

I think it's insane that his mutual friends are saying he overreacted. This is crazy. How in any world is he overreacting? Poking holes in his condoms? Like, come on. That is the complete, like almost not definition, but that is a complete lack of trust and just that is crazy. And this guy did dodge a bullet and I'm glad he ended things because that lady's crazy.

I slapped a child in the face and then shoved him off his scooter. I'm 25. So I have a beloved kiddie named Pixie. She was around four when I found her on the street. She had a rubber band tightened on half her tail. I spent two weeks feeding her until she was comfortable enough to let me. me near her. She didn't trust anyone. I took her in, cleaned her up, and got the dead portion of her tail amputated. After five years, she finally warmed up to people. She became so sweet and friendly.

It took her years to be comfortable around strangers. Last month, she was out for her daily stroll around the neighborhood and immediately came back in through the kitty door 20 minutes later. Usually she is out in about for about two to three hours. She had two small holes in her chest and one near her butt. She was completely frightened and was crying slash meowing. She wouldn't even let me go near her for the first five minutes. I knew for certain that she was shot with metal BBs. I'd take her in my car and start driving to the vet, but took a quick detour around the neighborhood.

I was going to take the long way to see if I could find the culprit. Sure enough, I see a kid on a scooter standing on its driveway with a CO2 powered BB gun, aiming in the drainage cavity by the sidewalk. I see cats in there all the time. It was then I knew who the culprit was. I parked the car, got out, walked over to him, and said, I'm telling your parents that you were shooting cats. He replied, they are pests.

They told me I could. The smug little look on his face threw me over the edge. I slapped the fuck out of this bitch, and kicked his legs out from under him and watched him fall flat on his ass. I then picked up with his gun and smashed it on the ground. A small part of me wanted to finish him off with a stomach kick for good measure,

but I'm fucking 25, so I looked both ways before crossing the street and fucking bolted. As I hopped in my car and sped away, I heard him shrieking in the distance. My kitty was treated and she is doing okay. She is a lot more skittish and spends less time outside. Edit, in case you're wondering, I'm pretty sure the cops were called. When I came back, I saw a few strolling around.

I was sure I was done. I've never been in trouble or done shit like that. Anyways, I drove by and literally nothing happened. It's been a month. I think I'm good. And all right, I, this one's, I think this guy went a little bit too far. Do you honest. I mean, like he said, he's 25 years old, and he slapped this shit out of a kid and even

considered doing more, broke his gun, broke his toy, or whatever. Like, it's understandable. You should not shoot a cat, and especially someone's pet. But if you're 25, a grown man, you can't be beating up little kids. And I'm surprised the cops didn't find where he lived or stuff like that because that's a pretty big offense in my opinion. So I think, let me know down in the comments below if you're, agree with me, but I think he went too far and should have just called the cops on the kid

and not beat the shit out of him. The woman I married is not the woman I have loved the most. I've been with my wife for 14 years. She's an amazing spouse, partner, and mother. She's a great woman, and I'm happy with the beautiful family we've made. That being said, my one true love is a woman I was with right before I met my wife. This woman and I dated for three years. She changed my life with her love. She introduced me to so much. When we were together, everything was electric. I could listen to her talk for hours and just enthralled by her. She was the only person I trusted enough to pour my heart out to, even my wife I can't do this with. She was my perfect match, compatible in every way. No one has made me laugh like her, made me feel pure unadulterated

happiness as her, and I've never been with a lover that I have felt as physically and emotionally connected as her. If there are soulmates, she was mine. In the short time we were together, we planned out our lives together forever. Unfortunately, she needed to leave the country. Her parents were killed in an accident, killing her father and leaving her mother in need of care. I was serving military commitment fresh out of college and I couldn't go with her. We tried to make it work, but when it came clear, we wouldn't be together for another three years. She became more withdrawn after the accident and resented me for not being able to be with her. I could feel the separation was slowly destroying us, so I set her free.

It broke me, but it seemed like the best thing for both of us. I don't think I'll ever forget our time together. As much as I love my wife, I know the love between us is not as real as me and my ex's love. I married my wife out of convenience, and I grew to love her. A few years back, I got into contact with my ex again. She was married too with kids, but she has also never forgotten. She's still in love with me and wishes things could have been different. We talk sometimes.

Nothing is ever inappropriate. I, of course, would choose my wife and family over her any time, but if I saw her in person again, I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't be worried. Something inappropriate might happen. My stepdad got in a fight to protect me, and I feel different about him now. Sorry if this doesn't belong here. I don't have anyone else I can tell. I'm 19 and a guy.

My mom married my stepdad when I was 14 and we've always gone along. My dad died when I was 11 and to be honest, I'm still working through the relationship we had. I've always had this fantasy that he was an amazing dad but if I'm honest, he was abusive. He made me fight a 13 year old when I was 10. When I said I was scared, he told me I was being a pussy. When I didn't win, he was disappointed in me. When my mom married my stepdad, we kept to ourselves at first but he's honestly twice the man my dad was. It's hard to say that, but it's true.

The one thing he said to me before he married my mom was that he never heard us and always protect us. It's been five years and he's kept his promise. He's always been amazing to my mom and me, and I admit that he spoils me sometimes. He'll take care of my chores for me and gets me whatever I want, even though I didn't ask for it. If he hears me talking about something, he'll just get it for me. He always asks if I have enough money and if I don't, he'll transfer money into my checking account. We don't really talk about personal stuff, but he's always said, I can talk to him about anything whenever I feel like it. Today we were at the store and some older

guy accused me of giving him in a dirty look while we were in the parking lot. I didn't know what he was talking about and told him I didn't even look at him, but he shoved me to the ground. My stepdad jumped in so fast that I didn't even see what happened. I heard him hit the guy and when I got up, his asshole was on the ground looking scared and holding his nose. My stepdad was shutting out of him in a scary voice. You don't ever put your hands on him. He helped me up and the guy got back in his car and spit away. After that, he didn't want me to leave his sights in the store. The whole way home, he kept apologizing that he didn't step in earlier and telling me, he never wanted me to see him fight. I've never even seen him get mad or raise his voice. It was scary, but it also made me feel so

weird. I can't explain it, but it feels like I finally know how much he loves me. We never say to each other, but I always know how he feels. When we got home, I told him I loved him for the first time. and gave me the hardest hug I've ever had, and I almost started crying. I've lied to everyone in my life for 20 years that I'm Jewish. I'm not Jewish, not even a little bit. If you asked me any questions about Judaism, I couldn't tell you. But still, everyone thinks I'm Jewish. It all started in high school, 11th grade.

I had just moved from California to the south, and it was a rough time. I was called every horrible name in the book because I talked different and got the shit beat out of me multiple times. Well, I slowly befriended some of the guys on the football team, and my closest friend was the center. We'll call him Greg. Now, Greg is a super chill guy compared to everyone around him, but he's still very, very racist and very open about all of his opinions.

Well, one day, I'm driving Greg and a few other football players home from school, and he makes it a comment about synagogues, without even thinking I mentioned that I've been to one, and this is where it all started. This prompted one of the other guys just joke that I was a Jew and trying to be chill, since these were the only friends I had. I went, ha, ha, yep, I'm Jewish. And then that's when it all went downhill.

Greg told everyone on the football team how his new friend from California was a Jew, and they all believed it since most of them thought they were only Jews in California anyways. And the football players spread that to the rest of the school. At this point, I still thought it was a joke, and everyone was just jokingly called me Jewish, so I just kept going with it. Then I became known as the Jewish kid and started to actually become a bit. popular since everyone wanted to be friends with the different kid. And the fact my dad had money, a lot compared to the poor area, I went to school so I could afford to buy nice things and people

tend to be attracted towards that. And so being Jewish almost became my identity. It became who I was. So whenever someone asked my religion, I just automatically told them I was Jewish. Fast forward to the end of high school and the counselors are walking people through scholarship stuff. My counselor calls me to his office and hands me a slip for $5,000 Jewish-American scholarship. Now, as soon as I read Jewish-American scholarship, I was going to walk out and throw it out. But he made me sit down and fill it out with him and then took it from me to submit it. I felt horrible for even doing it. But somewhat relieved when I heard that, they only give it to people who were also ethnically Jewish, so I knew I wouldn't get it.

I got it. I received a letter in the mail saying I was chosen as the winner of this $5,000 scholarship. I got accepted to Dartmouth due to the fact I worked my ass off in high school and was the Valk of Victorian, though my competition wasn't plentiful to say the least. But I never thought I would have been able to afford it, but the scholarship was huge in helping me towards that. I considered spilling everything then, declining the scholarship, telling everyone at school,

telling almost every single form I filled out, saying I'm not actually Jewish. I decided to tell my dad and ask him for advice, as he's always been a guy you can talk to him about anything whatsoever. So I tell him everything. I tell him about the joke, then the lie, then everything, and now the scholarship, which I hadn't told any of my family about because,

One, I never thought I'd get it, and two, they'd question why a very not Jewish person is getting a Jewish-American scholarship. And as soon as I told my father, he looked me dead in the eyes with the most serious, disappointed face. And then burst into tears laughing. The way he reacted, it must have been the funniest thing he's ever heard in his life. He told me he had gotten a letter in the mail asking if I was ethnically Jewish for a scholarship I had entered. And being the person he is, he just said, the chance for college money, and went, yep, Jewish. and that was apparently all they need, so my dad convinced me to keep the money

and go to my dream college. And I did. As soon as I arrived at university, I was met with some people from the group that gave me the scholarship, some Jewish American organization funded by wealthy Israelis. And they told me, enlisted me,

into all these Jewish clubs, and they told me to get set up in the synagogue. And I, everyone there, I'd later learn two of the people there would be my professors who were very Jewish. And finally, they told me they'd set me up with the whole birthright thing. where they fly American Jews out to Israel. I was so shocked. I was at my dream school, plus I was

being hit with all of this. It was too much. I thought about coming clean a lot of times, but I feel like all the people around me would suddenly feel betrayed and leave me. I became good friends with a lot of people in these Jewish clubs. I bonded with my teachers a lot better since they believed I was Jewish. I met the most beautiful Jewish girl, who I met through her mother when she came out to me in a cafe. Asked if I was Jewish since I was with the local rabbi. I said yes, and she told me that I love her daughter. We went on a date and instantly hit it off. And I got a free trip to Israel. All the while, I was dealing with severe depression since I felt horrible every second of it every day, in addition to the already enormous amounts of stress university puts on you. I came so close,

so many times to just throw myself off a bridge or top building, but I could never bring myself to do it. I managed to get all the way through 11 years of college to get my doctorate. Got a job at a history museum back on the West Coast, married that Jewish girl, had a Jewish wedding with her entire family, and my two parents. My dad, I'd spilled the beans to my mom about two days after I told him. She also found it equally as funny. We've had three little Jewish babies. The museum put me in charge of organizing and creating a huge Holocaust-slash-Jewish-American

history exhibit, even though that's not my specific field even in the slightest. And in a few months, when the current curator retires at the age of 96, I will hopefully be taking his place. He's been training me for the job. I've worked through the longest, and I've made sure that I'm damn good at my job. My life has turned out great, but deep down, it will always haunt me, that my entire life is built on a lie. My kid's lives, my life, my wife's life, all came from a joke in a car 20 years ago. I was never going to tell us all about this, but today my oldest son, he is nine, told me that he doesn't think he believes in God.

I told him I agreed. It was the first time in 20 years that I was told the truth about my religion and didn't lie. My son wanted to tell his mom that he doesn't want to continue being Jewish, and I might use this as my way of getting out as well. I told him that we tell her tomorrow at dinner, and he seems almost as excited as I am, but equally as nervous. Wish us luck, I guess. I still am unsure if I should tell her the whole truth, or if I should just leave it with that, I no longer want to be Jewish.

Edit, just for clarification, because people have been questioning my use of the word university in place for college. Yes, I know they're not the same thing. I've just been surrounded by British people lately, and they all use universities, so I've been saying that instead of college. It's a recently adopted habit and I can assure you I'm American, born in Folsom, California, moved to Orange County and then to Santa Clara, California where I live from my most of my younger life until my family moved to America's Georgia. I can assure you I'm definitely American.

And as for my wife, not finding out from my side of the family. It's mainly due to the fact that we don't talk to my side of the family for personal reasons and I haven't talked to them in years. And she's only ever met with them once at the wedding, but she also wants nothing to do with them. I've decided I'm just going to take them. tell her I'm not Jewish. I won't tell her I've lied about being Jewish for all these years, but I'm not going to tell her that I'm not Jewish. Someone also said that since both sides of my family are Czech, there's a good chance I'm Jewish, so I'm thinking of doing a DNA test soon. Also, I said, I know nothing about Judaism. That was an extreme exaggeration. I've obviously picked up a lot of

knowledge over the years, and I think my wife may have an idea due to the fact when a very Jewish holiday is coming up, she'll remind me about it and tell me when it is or what it's for, and I don't already know. I'll update later tonight on how it goes. Edit two. So I talked to her and I decided to just tell her everything and didn't go like I expected. She told me she had a feeling I wasn't Jewish from the beginning but never married me just because I was Jewish, but married me for me, regardless of my faith. She said that she was sorry that I felt like that. I had to hide from her for so many years and that I don't have to pretend to be Jewish if I don't want to. But like a lot of people have commented, I do feel sort of culturally Jewish now. I definitely identify more as a member

of the Jewish community than I do any others. We're not going to pressure any of our kids into Judaism and we're going to let them decide what they want to do for themselves. My wife and I agreed that it be for the best if we gave them back since all the opportunities afforded to me came from the Jewish community. We're going to get involved with an organization and we're donated to three different scholarships for $5,000 each and try and help fund birthright trips whenever we can. I'd like to thank everyone who's commented with advice and hopefully this can be a new chapter in my life. And all right, guys, that wraps up, deranged Reddit Confessions. I hope you enjoyed the video.

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