Snook - Terrifying Confession Threads

Episode Date: January 19, 2026

From a terrifying confession of a man who got involved in cartels and lost everything to a man who lost hundreds of thousands of dollars in a horrible addiction. These are some Terrifying Confession Threads... These stories are truly some of the most disturbing and sad stories I've ever read, I hope every OP and emailer in this video is doing better now. Would you like to see me make similar videos in the future? Leave your thoughts down below in the comment section, and make sure to like and subscribe! Send a confession to be read! [e-mail] Join the Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/SnookYTFollow me on instagram and Spotify!If your story or post was included in today's video and you wish for it to be taken down, please reach out to this email. [e-mail] And yes, I'm a human voice.NEXT SUB GOAL - 100,000 followers! And rate 5 stars! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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Hey, what's up guys, the channel in today's confession threads video will be a bit different than usual. Remember a few months back I had that viewer submitted confession series where you guys would tell me your deepest and darkest secrets? Well, I'm bringing that back with a slight twist. Now it'll be a mix of Reddit confession threads and viewer confession threads. Just so there's a good mix of confessions and these confessions are just wild. They are disturbing and scary and just honestly, deeply unsettling.

And I'll be sure to give you guys feedback when you need it. And if you have a confession, you would like to have read in a future video, please send to the email on screen now. Thank you. And make sure to like the video and subscribe to the channel

and comment down below if you'd like to see this series continued. And now let's get into some terrifying confession threads. Snook, please keep me anonymous. Forgive me for the long confession. I don't ask for forgiveness. I'm not justifying my actions. I don't wish for sympathy.

I understand if you do not believe my confession, and I don't blame you. I wouldn't believe it either if it didn't happen to me. I'm 32 years old. English isn't my first language, but I've lived with it long enough that it doesn't get in the way anymore. I'm writing this for memory. and memory is messy. Some things are clear. Some things come out in pieces. I'm not asking to be

understood. I just need this out of my head. This happened in 2010, in a small town outside the city of Durango, not rural enough to disappear completely, not big enough to matter, the kind of place where everyone knows who you are, but nobody knows what you're really doing. My mother raised me and my little sister alone. She was four years old at the time. I was barely. a teenager, old enough to understand money, young enough to believe hard work fixed everything. My father wasn't around and I don't know when he left or why. My mother didn't talk about him. She worked as a maid for families who lived better than we did, cleaning houses that were quiet, organized, and nothing like ours. She would take me with her sometimes, leaving my sister with

our neighbor. Eventually, it became my first job. I helped carry things. Clean patios, washed cars, did whatever I was told. I didn't complain. I didn't ask questions. I learned early that silence kept you fed. One of the clients noticed that. He liked that I didn't talk. He said it more than once.

He'd laugh and say I had the right mentality, that I understood how the world worked. I didn't know then what he really did for a living. I knew enough to know I shouldn't ask. After a while, he offered me another kind of work. He didn't call it anything dangerous. He just said he needed someone to watch, to stand around, observe, and tell him if anyone unfamiliar came into the area.

Rival groups. He didn't use words like cartel at first. He offered to pay me more than my mother earned in a week, and I said yes. That was my first step into it. I didn't feel like I chose it. It felt like something that was already happening, and I just didn't step out of the way. I became what they call a how come. I stood on corners, near stores, beside my streets, I watched cars, faces, movements.

I memorized things without writing them down. I would report back to him every night. Months passed and nothing ever changed, but I still got paid. My mom knew, but not enough to point out. My sister still laughed and my mom still came back tired and smelling like cleaning chemicals. Then the same man offered me more work, deliveries. drop a bag off and bring back a stack of cash. No talking, no delays.

I wasn't stupid. I knew what was in the bag. But I have come to learn that knowing and asking are different things. Asking gets you killed. Doing gets you paid. The money helped. We ate better. My sister had shoes that fit.

My mother stopped crying tonight, at least where I could hear it. The man started showing up more. Not just at the house, but on the street. near where I waited. I shrugged it off as a coincidence. I realized now that I had already been recruited. I just hadn't been told yet. The first few deliveries were simple. Walk a few blocks, catch a bus, leave the bag somewhere, return with the cash. The money was heavy in my hands. It smelled like sweat, rubber bands and paper. I didn't feel powerful. I felt responsible. My mother's eyes when I handed her the money. They were grateful, but...

but tired. She never asked questions until one delivery went wrong. I was held at gunpoint and robbed the bag. I didn't fight. I froze. I went back empty-handed. I expected to die that night. Instead, I was handed a gun. I had held guns before. Everyone had, but this was different. This one came with expectations and responsibility. I was told it wouldn't happen again, and I believed them. Life went on. I tried to forget it. I almost did.

Then one day, with no warning, I was told I had a job to do the next day. Not watching. Not caring. Killing. They needed someone who didn't stand out. Someone young. Somebody nobody would notice.

For the first time, I said no. The man who hired me got angry. Not loud, but calm. I found that worse in a weird way. He told me if I didn't do it, I would disappear. Not arrested. Not fired.

Gone. I didn't sleep that night. I kept thinking about my sister, about my mother coming home and not finding me. I told myself it was my life or a stranger's life and mine mattered more. That's the truth. I won't pretend otherwise. The next day I waited.

I had never fired a gun before. I was shaking so badly I could hear it in my head. When the man came into view, I panicked. I pulled the trigger and missed. The bullet went past his head. The sound alone sent him running. I stood there like an idiot, knowing what would happen next. I searched for him until my legs hurt, and the sun started drooping.

I didn't find him. I went home to find my sister alone. My mother wasn't there. At first, I told myself she was late. Then I told myself she'd stayed overnight. By the next day, I knew. The same man who hired me had killed her while she was cleaning his house. I wasn't there. I didn't see it.

I only understood when she never came back. My sister kept asking for, crying, pulling out of my shirt. I told her our mother went to the United States for a better job. I said it without thinking. She believed me. That lie haunts me to this day. I used what money I had left to leave town. I bought a car that barely ran with rust everywhere.

I told my sister, I found work somewhere else. I told myself I was saving her and I believed it. I left her in a daycare while I looked for someone to get us across the border. I found a coyote. Paid them. We were supposed to leave the next day. When I came back, the daycare told me her father had picked her up. I didn't even understand the words at first.

I demanded details. They didn't have any. A man, average height, busy day, too many kids. I never saw her again. I stayed three days. No sleep. Asking strangers. Asking places I shouldn't have.

Nothing. On the third night, I stopped trying. I tried to commit S word by hurting myself with a rope and a tree outside town. The rope snapped. I felt hard and laughed like a crazy person. Then I screamed at God until my throat burned. I didn't want to die before that night. After that night, I didn't want to live, but I was desperate for an exit.

For salvation. I worked small jobs, helping the elderly with demanding chores, fixing up lawns, helping street vendors sell goods, all while keeping my head down to not draw any past attention again. An old woman took pity on me. She said I worked hard. I lied to her. Told her I was a runaway from an abusive household. Not the best thing to do, but survival doesn't leave room for honesty.

She let me stay at her house. That same night I stole from her. I'm not proud of that, but I won't lie about it. I paid another coyote. Crossed the Rio Bravo. Almost drowned. Made it across. Ran from canines.

Hit from lights. Ended up in the back of the way of her. of a truck that took me deeper into Texas where I now live. I got a job at a construction site. At 24, I got a work permit. No green card. No family.

I've tried to remain alive since then, but I don't know if that's the same thing as living. I don't expect forgiveness. I'm riding it because it's been 12 years and it still wakes me up some nights. And I'm tired of being the only one who knows. That was my conversation.

confession. And then the emailer leaves a PS saying, P.S. If you're young in hearing this and are thinking of any part of this sounds powerful or exciting or like a shortcut out of poverty, listen to me carefully. There's nothing brave about this. There's nothing loyal about it. Nobody protects you. Nobody remembers you. You are not a brother, not a soldier, not important. You are a tool And tools get a place when they break It doesn't start with blood That's a lie

It starts with watching the corner Carrying a bag Staying quiet You tell yourself you're not hurting anyone You tell yourself it's temporary You tell yourself you're doing it for your family Then one day you're standing there Somewhere you never imagined

Holding something you can't put down anymore and every option in front of you is wrong. People talk about money like it fixes things. It doesn't. The money disappears. The hunger comes back. The fear never leaves. What stays is the guilt,

the faces you can't forget, and the nights where your chest feels heavy for no reason, and you can't explain to anyone else. You don't rise, you don't become anything. You decay slowly, pretending you're in control and when it's over if you're lucky enough to survive there is no redemption waiting for you no apology that brings anyone back no border you can cross that makes you feel clean again you just carry it quietly forever if you still have a choice take it even if it

feel small, even if it feels humiliating, even if it feels like you're going nowhere. Because nowhere is still better than this. And just, wow, this was truly one of the most intense confessions I have ever read in my entire career of reading confessions, period, on Reddit or viewer submitted. This just has a level of intensity. I have never felt before reading a confession, if that makes sense. And I don't even know what to say. I truly don't have any words for this. It just was so, so intense.

I mean, that's just the word that keeps coming to mind. Just it felt intense and sorrowful. But, yeah, I have no words. I mean, other than there is a good moral to take from this, if you are young or not even young, If you're in any position where you think the only way out is through dealing or doing some other sort of illegal activity, it's not good. It's better to just keep doing nothing than doing that because doing nothing is better than this, like the O.P. said at the end or the email or said at the end. Just, wow.

I just don't have any words. This just took the words out of my mouth, and I don't know what to say. But please, everyone watching, comment down below what you think about this, because I'm very interested to hear your thoughts on this. And thank you to the viewer who submitted this confession. Redditor loses over $800,000 gambling and hides it from his family. And the first post is, I lost $100,000 in four weeks. I need advice.

I'm 36 years old and not in debt other than a mortgage. I have an eight-month-old daughter, and I'm scared to death. I've been gambling somewhat randomly since college. I'm well over $300,000 now in losses, most of which was my money, and now $100,000 just in the last four weeks. And every time I went back, it was to recover from the day before, but the numbers kept adding up. My wife doesn't know a thing.

The money is mine, $100,000 gifted by my dad, who is completely against even wasting a dollar and who put his trust in me to use it wisely for family, success, or paying down my mortgage. I'm a terrible son. I feel shame and regret to even look him in the eye knowing what I've done in a matter of weeks.

It took many years for him to make. I still feel I need to go back to get it back. My wife doesn't know yet, keyword. It'll be a very ugly convo when she finds out. Maybe even walk out on me. Who knows? That kind of money isn't easy to hide, right? I feel depressed, broken, failure.

I just want this $100,000 back. It's just too much to lose. A $10,000 loss turns to $15, and then $7,500 and just downhill from there. I lost all $22,500, and Kempathouse and kept going back losing $10,000 to $15,000 per day at times. What should I do? Talk to my wife?

She will lose it. And if my dad finds out, I'm afraid he won't be able to take it, and I'll be the reason for what happens to him. I'm such a bad son. And then the OP makes another post about a month later, saying, Rock Bottom, painful truth and unsure what the future holds. He says,

Hey guys, 36 mail, and I've posted quite a bit, so in response to my first post, I say this. Listen to every word people say here. Something took over me. I can't explain it because I don't know myself what the fuck happened. Losing money is evil. It will make you do things out of control. The fight to recover losses kept turning into a losing battle over and over again, so here I am, rock bottom.

In just two months, I've lost everything. in my bank account, $170,000 and also took out $10,000 from credit card and another $10,000 from personal line of credits. So I'm officially in a gambling debt of $20,000. Now, that's a total of $190,000. And it's a harsh reality. What does it feel like? Hmm, butterflies in your stomach. The earth just slipped from under your feet and you feel light, but there's weight pushing you down. Disbelief because the gambling mind cannot accept what happened, but then reality kicks in because the bank is proof. Shame, disgust, Sward thoughts, frowned but pretending to smile. Wife doesn't know yet of my situation, so I'm lying to my partner. Always a bad thing.

Nine-month-old daughter whom I now feel like I've ruined a comfortable lifer alongside my wife. I first posted out a $100,000 loss. Everyone said stop, stay clean, tell the truth. It doesn't get better. I continue to go back over and over again because I could not accept it. Bottom line, accept

it. Now, where you're going to be where I am. Now over $500,000 in losses out of which $190,000 is very recent. This is the end reality. It feels a lot worse. than when you win a single bet.

And that's not the last post. There's a lot of posts after this, but, I mean, this is just so terrifying to me. It's just the addiction of gambling. Gambling is just such a trap, and I mean, I hope a lot of you guys know this,

but, I mean, it's just not worth even doing once. It's like any other drug. It's like, would you try H once? Would you try crystal once? Probably not. But people are so casual about gambling, and they're like,

oh, it's fine. Just put five bucks on the game. that five bucks turns to 10 that 10 turns to 20 the 20 turns to 100 and then soon enough you're losing thousands of dollars and you think you can win it back

you think you can win it back and this is just obvious gambling addiction but it just can start so casually and then spiral into something like this and this might not be like the conventional terrifying confession or someone confessed

that killed somebody but this is just the confession of someone ruining their life because they just ruined his daughter's life and his wife's life. I mean, imagine knowing or not knowing your partner is losing all of his money. That takes care of you and your kid. That is beyond terrifying to me. But anyways, let's move on to his next post.

Titled, struggling to forget and complete wreck. Posted about 10 days later. And the post reads as follows. Update from previous posts. Life feels very depressing. Love playing with my daughter, and every time I look at her, the thought crosses my mind. Why did I blow my money at the casino where I should have used it for a future? College, car, real estate, necessities, and the list goes on.

Have not told the wife yet, nor has she poked into the bank account that would show nothing but withdrawals in the thousands for the last two and a half months. Losing strength. Stress is killing me because I picked up debt to. gamble and lost everything casinos are temporarily shut down effective today so good that i can't go to relapse i need to tell the wife don't have the courage because i can't explain how i didn't learn a lesson but ended up losing two hundred thousand dollars i don't know if she'll understand and i'm also afraid of the shame this brings once everyone in the family finds out killed my self-esteem

I'm a wreck and stressed to no end. To those reading this, stay strong, let's get rid of this horrible demon. And something I forgot to say about before the last post, like he also took his dad's money and used it. I mean, not only did he destroy his own financial career, he destroyed the faith that his father had in him, which is not material, but that is so horrible and sad.

I mean, how will O.P.'s father ever trust him again? He gave him $100,000 to take care of his family with, and he wasted it gambling. God, just so, so sad. His next post was titled, Day 1 starts, $275,000 lost. Posted about two months later, and the post reads as follows. Game over. I kept going back to recover big losses, and now I'm sitting here after, after literally four months exact.

$200,000 missing. $75,000 of debt between credit cards and line of credit. Barely any money left except to survive. I have a family who doesn't know of this. Many of you know my story on here. I haven't told significant other, and she's on a trip with the young one. I thought I could take the opportunity to go back to the casino to recover,

but that didn't happen. Instead, I found myself pulling money from creditors to gamble, but just lost it all. I know my performance at work has been affected. I am a completely different person physically in the mirror. The stress has taken that smile and brightness. Fuck gambling. I am sick and I'm going to get better. This is day one, and here's the plan.

Number one, use Helllock to pay off the expensive debt to refinance the home for a hundred, $100,000 when mortgage is up for renewal in August. Pay off the hell lock. Three, significant other and hope she can support my recovery instead of walking away. The news I understand will be a lot to stomach. Four, get healthy and back in shape. Five, cut down on spending slash eating out. Six, find a side hustle slash part-time job.

Seven, attend gambler's anonymous meetings if I can. I wish I could reverse that last four months. I can't. So now I'll spend the next decade trying to recover. My life is a wreck, and I cannot live like this any longer. And holy shit, this just keeps getting worse. He lost even more money. And still, he hasn't told his significant other or his family.

I mean, he's just digging a deeper and deeper hole. Not only financially, but what's going to happen when his significant other. significant other finds out she's going to be like you haven't told me this for four months now you've been hiding this behind your back for four months and you keep going back i mean i don't understand i mean obviously it is very shameful it is very sad but why doesn't the opi tell a significant other so she can help hold him accountable if that makes sense it's like i would rather not go through this alone but at the same time i understand why it would be so shameful to even tell anyone but still just wow.

And the next post is titled Self-excluded indefinitely day one. Posted a few days later. He says relapsed and couldn't stop. I put my life on the line. Thought about S-word and only thing holding me down to earth is my daughter, wife and family whom I let down. They don't have a clue as to what I have done. Number one, gambled away my own money and some inheritance.

Two, picked up $70,000 debt. Three, dipped into wife's account and took another $50,000. I am now walking out of this miserable place, the casino, that has taken everything from me mentally and financially in the last six months. $325,000 lost and same amount in prior years. I am 600 grand plus in losses, and there's only one way to stop. I have it in my hand a win today. Willpower, backed up by self-exclusion form banning indefinitely.

Now, the truth must be told to my wife, and I need to protect my family from me. I don't know if I will have a family should my wife not be supportive, but at least I've done what I never thought I would do. stop gambling guys nobody wins this industry will take you to your grave a lot faster than god and oh my god 600,000 dollars in debt Jesus Christ that is just I mean obviously a hundred grand is a lot of money that is a ton of money but 600 grand is just a different level. That is just, that is the level you'll have to be paying it off your entire life. Especially if that's on high credit, high credit interest. I mean, oh my, oh my God, this is just

getting worse and worse. And the OP makes another post a few months later, and the post is titled, told the wife, it's done. She now came out over phone because I was at work, bawled out like crazy, said sorry, she's pissed and not responding to text now, giving her some space. If I go home, either she's there or gone, who knows. Work sucks right now. Want to get out ASAP, but can't yet. It will be a hectic night, maybe limited convo if there is one. I finally got this off my chest, and although nervous, I feel good because it was slowly killing me inside with depression and S-word thoughts. O-D-A-A-T, living with consequences of our actions. I suppose.

And that's great he told his wife, but I'm very interested to see how this goes. And he makes a post two days later saying, Hey, all, I wanted to give you all an update on my full disclosure for many of you who have seen my posts. Ultimate Rock Bottom is not money lost. It's trust. That's what I said earlier. For those of you that are single, you still lose trust.

My wife, who I don't blame, has opened up to her family into mine. I feel humiliated, regretful, which this has never happened, but I also think it's for the betterment and recovery. Time will heal, but the healing has to start. For those who have yet to share with family about your problems, do so. It's hard at first. Stress level rises 10,000 times in the moment, but in the end, it is what it is. Consequences of actions. I chose to be a better person. I finally got rid of this problem and all others that caused pain to loved ones. The years of respect I earned. Lost.

I feel terrible, but I deserve this. Going to move on now and put the past behind me. News will spread like wildfire and humiliation will continue. In the end, it is what it is as there's no rewining time, but change the future. Good luck. I'm proud to own my mistakes, and for me, that's a huge win. weight of the world off my chest say no to gambling become a winner once and for all and then the opi makes a post titled a hundred and thirty five days gambling free in the post reads as follows

hey everyone haven't posted here for a very long time a hundred and thirty five days gambling free here's how i did it lost three hundred thousand dollars in six months went into serious regretfulness depression and insane amounts of stress, came to Jesus and banned myself from all land-based casinos, this was step one to freedom, confessed everything to family. Step two. Went to hell and back because of it. Lost respect, trust, love, held on to marriage, but it was brutal. Starting to gain back. Step three. Luckily, work got very busy. Keep my mind occupied, which helped out a great deal. I cannot forgive myself. Losses and pain. I've caused my loved ones. Bothers me all the time, but I don't think about wanting to ever go back to gambling again. Huge. Step four. Self-realization.

Good luck to no gambling. And just, that's great. I mean, that is just great. 135 days is huge. And that's great. He, you know, was able to go that long without gambling and was able to start gaining back the trust and love that he so deeply lost and understandably so. But then the post makes an update about seven months later. And the title is, Did It Again Need Desperate Advice. So much for a ban. Urge to reinstate and I did.

I won $40,000 from $3,000, put it all back, plus 30,000 gradual losses of 5 to 6K after putting back 20K the next day. $30,000 debt. No way to repay all the finances are handled by a significant other. What do I do? Last time was a family crisis.

Now I have no choice but to turn to my parents again and say, bail me out like last time. The problem is the last time I should have learned my lesson. I really don't know what to do. I can't tell anyone about this recent events or else I'm doomed and I will really, hurt my loved ones. If this comes out, however it may, I'm definitely getting divorced. I got a wife and kid who I don't want to lose. I want to tell my parents that I had this loan from the last event that

turned my whole life upside down, but I fear this will put them through hell and back knowing how they can't trust me. I make good money, but can't use it now, that partner controls the finances. Your thoughts? How should I handle this? And just that is, That is just so crushing how he went, it seems like seven months and he just went back. That is just so, so crushing. And then he makes another post saying, Hit Rock Bottom again. It's over for me.

Posted about a month later. And the post reads as follows, Hey, all, please stop gambling. I relapsed and now with $40,000 debt and no way to reap. pay considering the situation I'm in where partner controls finances. I cannot let anyone know about this or it's going to be a huge problem. I just can't believe I put myself through this again. I don't even have money left from the last round of stupidity.

No more access to loans and I've already borrowed from friends and family. Now I'm sitting with $500 in my account right now with bills on the way. This shit sucks so bad. I just wish I could do something bad to himself. This financial stress is so bad. I need help, but don't know if my partner will be so supportive this time if they find out. And yeah, the opi got himself in deep shit again because he came clean with his significant other, his family, and they lost trust but supported him.

And the second time around, obviously, is going to be a lot harder for them to support him. So he is in deep, deep shit. And then the OP makes a post again three weeks later saying anyone in relapse and tell their partner. The post reads, Struggling to find some courage to tell my spouse that I fucked up a second time and how miserable of a husband slash father I am. Worked so hard to dump our money to a casino. I already got my ultimatum the last time after massive losses. Here I am again reliving the past except this time is all out debt only.

My head is going to explode. I'm super stressed and I don't know what to do. Anyone tell their significant other of a relapse? And how did that go? And then it makes a post a few days later saying, if you're given a second chance but you relapse and out yourself through the same shit again, is this a calling to get help? And the post reads,

maybe some of you read my post. I'm in devastating situation again and have no guts to share with anyone. I got a second chance. chance. Ban myself. Year later, same boat, and now badly in debt. I keep thinking what got me to gambling. I work hard to earn the money, but money doesn't hold great value to me. Why? Well, I think I have an answer. Throughout my younger years, my pops never let me manage my finances. He always checked my accounts. Always wanted to be the one to manage. Always led me to believe what he got his mind one day. He's not rich. Just normal.

never felt in control and I never learned to manage well because it was just money, but I see young people now so cautious of their finances. I'm not sure if what I'm thinking is wrong. I really don't want to blame my parents, but I wish if I had the freedom to manage my earnings and expenses in my younger years, I wouldn't chase easy money. And I mean, I don't see a correlation there, but who knows? I got a gambling problem. I admit it now. I need help and I'm certainly devastated by the outcome. debt upon my eyeballs. Earn good money, but people got bills to pay and need to survive,

so irregardless, it's an unnecessary expense to have all these debt payments. Try to have my spouse manage the finances. Instead, I pulled out loans behind their back. Do I deserve a third chance? Or should this be it? Divorce and destruction. And I was curious about the comments on this post, and the only comment is,

the only person you can blame is yourself. and it has three up votes. He's not going to allow help. This is just devastating. Then the O.P. says, help. Someone give me some courage to break the news and how to begin telling people.

How do I tell my wife about my relapse? This is killing me. How do I tell her that I broke her trust again? Put us again in a bad situation. This is crazy. This shit ruins lives, man. Here I am a grown-ass man crying like a wussy.

Have no control, no realization to my action. Can't do anything other than putting my loved ones in pain and suffering. God, I can't deal with this. What do I do? Someone please give me advice. God, this is just, this is getting emotional. This is just crazy.

Then he says, anyone here relapse and racked of six figure debt posted a few months later. And then he says, miserable, looking for anyone who can relate and help with a solution and or advice. Last year, terrible huge losses in the mid-six figs confessed and banned and returned to the devil. Now using up all the great credit built up over many, many years, picked up $200,000 debt at pretty harsh interest from multiple bullshit places, life in complete turmoil, unhappy, depressed, mentally effed up, stressed to no end, regrets, unfaithfulness with spouse, fake smiles, hidden cries, you name it because it. It's by far the worst list. Numb to value of money between four walls of the devil's house. Outside the reality hits hard. Now sitting back thinking, why did I do it?

Approaching 40, which gives me the chills. Anyone relate? What do I do? Can't face a second confession. No heart or strength for that. And then the OP makes a post about two months later saying, Came clean the second time. Just confess to wife, heartbreak.

Don't know what's going to happen now. I deserve any and all punishment again at this point. Couldn't avoid coming clean because the lies in double life I couldn't stand living no more. I hope I come out stronger for our family. And then the O.P. Post two weeks later, saying relapse. Today, for the second time, I feel so humiliated again because of my relapse. Had my family walk out of the door and I'm here all alone. more than money.

I lost love and I lost trust. Quit gambling, people. And then the OPEE makes a final update. About two months later, titled, Rune Myself and Lost Everything. In the post reads as follows,

Wife Left with the Kid. Debt in over my head. Completely destroyed myself financially because I'd have to sell my house or repay it. Once again, the house is won and we continue to think we can beat them. What I don't get is how I let this get to where it is without thinking of the consequences and to make it worse.

I had ample time to dwell on repeat mistakes. What the hell is this rush? It's the worst fucking drug in the world. This one not only ruins you, but also your family. Mentally, I'm a wreck. I only wish I could make it out on top. Restart at 40. that's where I've ended up.

And then the OP just keeps making small posts and updates. And I read at one point he lost $1 million lost in a five-year span. Jesus Christ. One million dollars lost. And he just keeps posting on how he's an attic and how he's alone and how his wife left him. And he has nothing left anymore. And yeah, his final comment ever on his profile, was, I can relate, but I'm not where you are yet.

I truly wish I can think this way someday. Sooner than later, still processed in the defeat. Leave seven figures aside. Family gone. Home lost. Thanks for the post. Satisfied me knowing there is more to life than money. So it's pretty clear that the OP lost a million dollars, or up to a million dollars in that time, lost his family,

and then lost his home. This is truly one of the saddest spirals I have ever seen on Reddit. I've seen multiple kind of drug use spirals, but this is just a different level. I mean, he just lost hundreds or literally like he said, a million dollars, a million dollars to gambling. He lost his home, he lost his family, he lost fucking everything.

And it's just so, so terrifying and sad and depressing. and this was just one hell of a saga, if you can even call it that. I mean, this is over a year or so, like, of consistent posts, and just Jesus, guys. If any of you are watching with a gambling addiction, please reach out to Gamblers Anonymous.

It will get better, but please, just stop gambling. You will never beat the house ever. I was a crystal addict at 13, and by Crystal, I mean the drug. And let's get into it. Hey, Snook, thanks for taking the time to read these confessions. I hope you're doing well. And I'm doing great. Thank you so much for asking. And let's get into it. I apologize for this, as it may be a long read. Without getting into too much detail, I'd like to give some backstory.

The day after my 11th birthday, my dad passed away. Being an extremely innocent kid, I didn't really understand the concept of death. I didn't understand my dad was forever gone until I saw my mom completely spiral. Immediately after news of his death, my mom threatened to harm us and then tried to commit S-word. She got sent away on a 50-250, a 14-day psychiatric hold. Surprisingly, we weren't taken away. My brother took care of us until my mom came back. And six months later, we moved to Las Vegas.

In Vegas, she dated her ex-abusive husband, who is the father of my two eldest siblings. My other brother and I are the children of the one who passed. My mother immediately became addicted to Crystal and other various drugs, and he was a drug dealer. I was homeschooling for sixth grade at the time, but my mom didn't help me at all, and I didn't know how to turn in assignments, so I failed. I was a curious child, and seeing them do it made me curious as to what it was. I'm not sure how it started, but I acquired my own crystal pipe. My stepdad gave me some crystal and I learned how to smoke it.

I was 13. I met someone who was 17 or 18 at the time and I started dating him. He had a child with another woman and he cheated on me consistently. I did more drugs to cope with it. My drug use spiraled heavily. The withdrawals I felt from the crystal were the worst pains I've ever felt in my life. It felt like my stomach was tearing open and my body was dead. dying. I did everything you can think of, pills, alcohol, cannabis, crystal, and booger sugar.

I mixed things. Did pills with alcohol to feel something. I did crystal the most though, 10 plus times a day or more. I even did it with my mother to bond with her. I was tronned from school, missing over 90 days in one semester. I was extremely malnourished. While all of this was going on, my mother rarely fed me. Money was prioritized for drugs. Money coming in for my dad's life insurance. I wore hand-me-downs for my mom, which were not appropriate for school or for a 13-year-old.

The abuse from my stepdad was excessive to my mom. He threw into a mere one time and threatened to stab me with a spoon. This was normal. This was my normal. Anytime they'd fight, they'd blare music. They'd do that often. To bond with me, stepdad would take me to motels and have me deal drugs for him here i was assayed by my stepdad's friend

we'd go to crack houses and i moved out for three months of squatting abandoned house with my boyfriend at the time and two homeless men i was 14 i vividly remember the toilet being full of maggots needles everywhere and i slept on a futon with no mattress i came back home and my room was full of bedbugs i mean falling from the ceiling type of infestation, thousands upon thousands. So I moved downstairs and slept on the couch. This is when I got really depressed. Like, really depressed.

My boyfriend at the time started hurting me. I tried to commit S-word with an excessive amount of pills and passed out in the bathroom. My mom saved me. I hated her for it. My mom also threatened to self-delete often. that's what the original writer wrote, especially if I sided with my stepdad,

which I never really talked about much, so I didn't side with anyone. My boyfriend shortly after punched me, and he almost broke my ribs. I kicked him in self-defense, and he tried to OD as well. I gave him CPR, not understanding how to help. I was panicking.

My stepdad threw ice on him and somehow that revived him. I was more scared about the police than him dying. That's how my parents conditioned me. When he got better, which was a few days later, he did something to himself and wrote, I'm sorry in blood on my bedroom door. That was my final straw. I had my grandpa drive him to the other side of town and I broke up with them.

About six months after that, my eldest brother gave me the opportunity to move out. Nobody knew the extent of how bad it was at my mom's. Nobody lived there but me. I had no phone, no connections to anybody. It was meant to be that way. I don't know what inspired me to get better, but I took the opportunity. I had my friend locked me in a room with no access to drugs and I quit cold turkey. Dumbest decision of my life.

I don't remember much besides the pain. I did end up moving out and while what I went through here is another story for another time, I currently am in a much better place. I'm sober for eight years. I have full restraint from drugs and I'm happy. I'm thankful for my brother endlessly for saving my life. I'm not sure what would have happened if he didn't reach out. My mom is homeless now.

so I'm sure my life would have reflected that. To those of you who still are here, I hope you take the opportunity to be thankful for the good things in your life. And please, for me, stay away from drugs. It's not fun. It will ruin your life. It doesn't help.

It makes you numb and blind to the bad things around you. Thank you for reading, Snuck. Have a great day. And I just want to say thank you so much for sharing this, and I can only feel so, so horrible for you. I mean, you grew up in just the worst possible conditions, and I'm so sorry you went through that, but I'm happy that you've been able to get out of that.

Eight years sober, that's amazing. Just, that's amazing, great job. And I'm so happy that you've turned your life around, and I hope that your mom can get better soon, and I hope everyone you knew from back then gets better as well. And I just believe in you to keep improving your life as much as you can, and I just wish you nothing but the best. Thank you so much for sharing.

On to the next one. My father has a intimate relationship with my grandmother, and I had to use intimate as an interchange, but it's the S-E-X word. Wow, that is a very interesting title. Let's get into this. Hi, Snook. I really enjoy watching your videos and I've probably watched 90% of them, L-O-L. Thank you so much.

I appreciate that. That means the world. I'm writing this confession to you because I feel like you can give me some real advice on how to deal with the situation. And I haven't told anyone about this thing. So my father is 16 years older than my mother. And my grandmother, my mother's mom, is only seven years older than my father. So here's the background of the entire thing. My parents met at work and they dated for only three months before deciding to get married. My mom was only 20 back then. One day before my parents got married, my mom wasn't home

and that time my father came over to my mom's house where she lived with my parents. At the time, my grandfather wasn't home either, so only my grandmother was at the house when my father came without any notice. I don't know what happened between them exactly. Neither does my mom know, but she said that when she got home around 5 to 6 p.m.,

she saw my father and grandmother were both looking very tired and sweaty. It looked as if they were doing something really, tiring. My mom asked them indirectly about what they were doing, and they said that they were just talking. My mother was too innocent to understand anything. Actually, I believe she was just not ready to accept the truth that she already knew. Later, even one of the neighbors told my mother that my father at the time, fiancé, would often visit my mother's house when my grandfather and mother weren't there. I got to know all of this when I was old enough. My mom was still very suspicious,

and even me and my siblings were, but my suspicions were proven right a year ago. My grandmother had recently bought a phone, and she is not that good with smartphones. One day she came over to our house and I handed her my phone to manage something and I was doing exactly what she told me when suddenly I read this notification of a text

that came from my father on her phone. This text read, Do you want to see a picture that I had taken of you? winky emoji, which sounded very flirty, and also I've never seen my father and grandmother together alone in the same room ever. So how did he even get a picture of her? I was too surprised that I even thought that maybe he meant to text my mom or something and accidentally sent it to my grandmother. As this was happening, my father sent another set of winking emojis and I accidentally opened the text, which resulted in him knowing that the chat was opened.

So I texted him from my grandmother's phone. Hey, dad, I'm fixing something on Granny's phone currently, and I accidentally opened the text, and he deleted his previous and text as soon as he understood that I had seen them. This confirmed mine and my mother's doubts. Though I don't have any actual evidence, it still feels he did cheat on my mother with my grandmother. I don't know how to feel about the situation.

Please, Snook, help me make my mind clear. and I don't have a lot of initial ideas because, I mean, wow, this is just a lot of pressure on me now. You just put it all on me. I don't know how to feel with the situation. But that is a very interesting, interesting, you know, scenario. Do you, I mean, yeah, it is very weird. They were seen together very tired, so that means they could have been doing something, you know, what something is. and the winking emoji

and do you want to see the pictures I have of you? Winky emoji that is very obviously flirtatious. I mean, there is no evidence that they were doing anything intimate. That would be wild if they were because that's your grandma and that's your father's

father's, oh, Jesus, that's your mother's grandma. Yeah, that's just, I mean, I don't know how the family dynamics work, but that is just very, very, very weird. I mean, the grandma isn't that much older than him, but still regardless, it's weird. What I would do personally, if I were you,

just tell your mom exactly what you saw and try not to get involved. I would not try to be a detective and try to figure it out because in all honesty, that's not really your business. That's more of your mom's business, I would say. And maybe your dad, maybe even confront your dad about it.

I don't know. I don't have great advice about this. And yeah, this is just, it has me kind of starstruck because this is just such a unique confession. But, yeah, I don't know. And this was sent in about a few months ago. So I'm sure the opi or the emailer has done something by now. But if you are watching this, please send me an email. What ended up happening?

Because, yeah, that is just a wild, wild, unique confession. But everyone watching, what do you guys think? Reddit Confession I paid somebody overseas to have the man who assaulted me attacked Sorry, this is long and sorry for the anonymity Plus spelling mistakes in advance English is my third language First things first

I am male 27 I was born and raised in East Africa I have a huge extended family On my dad's side they are 13 of them so you can imagine My grandma was pretty well lost She had a big house and big farm. A big farm meant many day laborers slash workers. They used to come and go in the evenings, get paid some little change.

She was also very kind, and she also used to help some of the workers in various ways. One of the ways was giving them extra food on top of their pay, etc. There was this one older lady who apparently had worked for her even before I was born. My grandma put her last born son through school in all of her. he had to do was help in the home. He used to stay at my grandma's house during the weekend. This guy was always very nice to my cousins and I. He was just good to us. When I was about eight, nine or ten or so, he took the niceness to the next level. Long story short, he bought some juice boxes or something, then lured me into his shed. He then assaulted me. To be honest,

I really don't want to remember this. Shit gives me nightmares. I knew what he did, was wrong because he promised to keep buying whatever candy slash juice box he had. I did keep quiet. One day, I saw him in my little cousin, who is five years younger than me, and get all friendly, and I asked my cousin what happened. He admitted to me that he had lured him too. The sad thing is me and this cousin grew older and left for high school, I think. Unfortunately, like I said, we had a big family, which means I had more younger cousins. Note, being gained in Africa is almost a taboo. I think things are changing slowly now. Not sure, though. We never talked about this ever. We are in high school and one of my uncles told him to go to his city and work for

him. My uncle was super rich. He had businesses and all that. He later went on to politics, but I digress. About a year or so, I hear a story that some people are looking for him. At this point, let's call him Bob. He was caught assaulting some boys in the neighborhood. One of them had admitted to his parents after they suspected something. In my home country, the police work a bit differently due to the corruption. But somehow, Bob fled that part of the country. And that's the last I heard of them. Now, fast forward.

My immediate family and I moved to the diaspora, Monsei where. And all of a sudden, things have changed in our favor. More opportunities and money is looking nice and all. I work hard so, you know. Early 2010s, I go to visit home after almost a decade. I got to my little hometown, and guess who shows up? By the way, when you go overseas and go back home, it's a big deal. You are a big fucking deal.

Everyone thinks you will leave some euros or dollars, LOL. This guy sees me, and he approaches me like nothing ever happened. I had forgotten all he did to me and my cousin till this very minute. Something in me snapped. I looked at him, and when he shook my hand, I swear I do not know how I never jumped on his neck to kill him. I called my cousin and reminded them of that. He really played it out and said he does not remember.

I reminded him that we still have young children at home and there is a predator who after all these years is still on the loose. I have a good job and I actually make good, good money, so it's not an issue. I just told him we need to get them castrated. By the way, in my little town back home, that's what is done to artworkists. But it kind of applies to men. who are word women. What he had done to us was unheard of and to many, it does not exist. Most of the kids I went to school with are poor, unfortunately, and make less than a five pounds

a day. So if you show them more than a thousand, they will be willing to do just about anything. One of them became what is equivalent to one of those traffic cops here. He has a weapon and authority, but rarely he uses that weapon. The police are some of the most corrupt people in Africa. I told him my story and guess what, he was a victim too. I told him to detail whatever he had to, but make sure that man now in his 40s is literally fucked. I gave him $500 and promised another significant amount which I'd bring myself. I went back to my country of adoption, and a few months later, my cousin sends me a video of what we call mob justice in my home country. The video shows a man being ruthlessly beaten by villagers with clubs, rocks, and

such. The story goes that he had attempted to lure a local chief officer's kid and his friends to doing the nasty. Before they turned him in, they cash rated the nasty man. A year or so, I visited back home and my former classmates told me to buy him tea, LOL. Trust me when I say I bought him a lot of tea. There was no evidence as the man was not caught in the act. He was charged with various other shit, but he got out because he is now insane. He is the town madman. It does not take away what he did to us, and the worst part is I remember after what he did to me, me thinking that that was normal. Last year, I went home for Christmas and I saw him, stared in his eyes and told him, I paid people to do that to him. That's literally the best $1,000 I've ever paid.

I have a family of my own now, and I have no regrets this fool walks around with a gap between his thighs and eats from trash cans because of it. And Jesus, that was one hell of a confession. Obviously, the English wasn't good, but like the O.P. said, it's his third language. Give him a break. But, um, wow, that is just an insane. Insane confession. I saw murder. I live in Australia, and there are some really beautiful hiking trails that I like to go on to not only see the views, but also get exercise as I wasn't in the best shape back then. I was hiking near the glasshouse mountains near the edge of a trail. So there was trees on either side of me, with an opening allowing view down the side of the mountain. As I hiked up, I got near the top of a trail when I heard screaming like an argument, lots of curses and just horrible things. As I got closer to the sound, I heard something along the lines of, help, please help, and sobbing with more curses. I thought someone may have fell, so I went to get a closer look, and I saw a person on top another person, and the one on top of the one on top, was swinging their arms up and down on this other person's chest.

Then the guy on top just left, ran. I saw the person die. They were trying to crawl and died. And at this time, I didn't have a phone because I was still only young and had strict parents. I've been carrying this guilt for over 10 years, and I'm shaking while typing this. This isn't a joke. I saw a murder. I got S extortion in less than 10 minutes, but deserve it?

And by S extortion, I mean S-E-X, extortion. I'm sorry I have to censor, but you get the gist of the word. And then let's get into the email. Dear Snook, I'm a 21-year-old male living in the southwest United States. I've recently come across your channel on Spotify, and I listen to your stories while at work. I work at an auto shop, and your content helps keep my mind occupied. during the day. Please keep up the great work. When I heard you open up the opportunity to give your confessions, I figured I'll give it mine. It'd make for a good story, my opinion. I've been

needing to get this confession off my chest for a while. I'm not really sure how to cope or what to do next. I never thought something like this would happen to me, but here I am. I'd also like your opinion at the end and the opinion of everyone listening. I've provided some questions. Firstly, I apologize in advance. My grammar and spelling aren't great. First time writing something like this. My girlfriend was away visiting her family in Arizona for the week. She hasn't seen them in a bit, and I had to work.

I offered to stay home and watch our pet while she's out of town. I didn't have any big plans while she was gone. Maybe just do some study work once home and hang loose. The first day alone, I went to work and had a pretty rough day. Rude customers. Got covered in oil, long hot day in general. Finally, it comes time for me to leave work and I'm overly tired, exhausted, and hungry. I was glad that I could just go home and relax without the worry of anything.

Or so I thought. My drive home went smooth, almost felt like a dream. You know when you realize you're driving after driving through six lights and wondering if they're all green or not? Yeah, that's what happened with me, all of a sudden, in the parking lot of our apartment. First thing I needed to do after driving at home is to take a shower. I very often come home to smell in the cars and covered in a mix of sweat, oil washer fluid, and other weird fluids, etc. Now, this is the start for reasons I genuinely cannot explain and have no excuse or explanation for doing. Upon taking my clothes off and going to use the restroom, I download a grinder.

I quickly signed up, made no profile bio, no profile photo, and no profile picture, and just browsed while I was on the toilet. almost immediately I was contacted by someone pretending to be a female on Grindr. One of the first things she asked for was a photo. I quickly snapped a selfie of myself undressed as I was about to hop into a shower and then proceeded to close out of the app to find some music to play on Spotify before starting my shower. I scrolled for a bit and found a playlist. I connected my shower Bluetooth speaker and proceeded to put my phone down on my bathroom counter. As the song starts playing, I heard my phone vibrate.

I looked and I received an Apple text message from a random email address, starting with the letter G. The text included the photo I had sent, surrounded by a poorly photoshopped wanted poster, and another image poorly photoshopped imaged of my photo on what looked like a public sidewalk sign. With it was a message. The message demanded money, threatening to leak the photo. to my friends and family if I didn't comply. And if I didn't, that they would not stop until they ruined my life. After realizing how poorly Photoshop these photos were and how the text was laid out,

I figured I'm just going to block them and all will be okay. I proceeded to immediately block the email. I deleted the text messages and deleted my account on Grindr. I thought to myself, I'm in the clear and proceeded to take my shower. I couldn't be more wrong in my entire life. In the shower, I noticed my music stopped only for a brief few seconds, then turned back on with the speaker. Once I was done cleaning all the work rhyme off of me,

I proceeded to hop out of the shower, and lo and behold, a missed call for my father. I figured maybe he's just calling to say hi. I proceeded to call my dad back. First thing he said to me is what the hell is this? in a calm, collective but upset tone voice. I immediately knew. Oh shit.

Apparently, the person that had got my phone number and looked at the people most related to me and put them all in a big group chat. My dad tried to tell me all of the people that were known contacts of his phone, and sure enough, my mom, my dad, my grandma, my sister, my stepmother, cousins, uncles, aunts,

and several other phone numbers. He said, Hey, buddy, this is bad. This is going to put a stamp on this family for a while. I mean, holy shit, your mom, your grandparents. What are you going to say to them about this? I basically said, I'm not sure. I don't know what to do.

Then my father said something that I will forever hear for the rest of my life. He said, son, what were you doing trying to meet up with a 16-year-old? I said, what are you talking about? And he then proceeded to describe that in the group chat was the photo of me, with some text overlaid on it saying I was trying to meet a 16-year-old. I quickly realized how this was going to turn out.

I couldn't see the group chat because I had blocked the original sender. Apparently, if you block someone that happens to be a part of a group, you can't see what they send, only what others send. More on this later. Regardless, since I blocked the person to see, sent the photo, I couldn't see it. I don't want to see exactly what it says. And I've still haven't seen to this day six months later. And I hope to not have to ever see it. I quickly tried to explain to my father what was happening, then hung up. A few minutes after getting off the

phone with my dad, my sister called me wondering what the hell was going on and provided that a majority of her side of the family was in that group chat and were the unknown numbers. Now I had a list of numbers texted out to myself so I could try to figure out who was going to see this into contact. Before it was too late. Again, I couldn't see the group chat. I was exhausted, starving, and so shaken, realizing what this could turn into. I then called my mom, my step-sister, and my grandfather, all while I was still drying off from my shower. This all took place within the span of 10 to 15 minutes.

From when I first got the app to the last hang-up for now. My girlfriend was out having dinner with her grandparents. at this time, and I knew I had two choices. Try to hide this forever or come forward immediately. For genuinely, no motive whatsoever, or no reason or desire to cheat, or had any thoughts about questioning my identity. I decided to come forward to my girlfriend and tell her exactly what happened. She would be back from dinner in about an hour.

That was probably the most excruciating pain I've ever felt in one hour. I was trying to ask myself, why did I do this? to come up with an explanation. How do I explain this to my friends and family? Nobody believes me from what I've said so far. I'm so tired. I just want to go to bed. Why did I do this?

Once she was back, I called her, and explained everything the best I could. She was devastated, broke down crying, and told me she needed space to process everything while she finished visiting her family for the week. That week would turn out to be the worst week of my life. I tried to go to bed that night

knowing I had messed up badly. I thought I'd probably ruin my relationship. My entire family had now seen those photos of me and I was being accused of being gay and trying to meet up with a young person, essentially being labeled a complete creep. My girlfriend was upset and confused, and I was confused myself.

After one of the most stressful days of my life, the last thing I needed was this. Somehow, I did manage to fall asleep. The next morning I woke up and opened my phone to the group chat. I learned that when you block someone in the group chat, you don't see their messages, but if someone else replies, you can only see their message. The group chat contained nearly my entire family, a few relatives, and a couple completely random numbers.

One of the random numbers replied with a simple, huh? Or what is this? That's how I realized exactly who had received it. That was the only message ever sent. I immediately deleted the chat, reported the number to Apple, saved screenshots of what had been sent to me, and reported the incident online. I also filed a report through the FBI's online extortion reporting system and used the image removal resources provided. I still had to go to work that day. When I arrived, there was a police officer who regularly patrols the area.

I explained the situation to him, and he suggested filing a police report. Once I got off of work, while I was at work despite everything, she still went to have lunch with my parents the day after the incident, which had already been planned for a few weeks. She went with almost every person that was on the list. She said lunch was good, but they didn't talk about the incident. I spent the day thinking it through. At work, and ultimately I decided it likely wouldn't help much to report to the police,

the damage had already been done. All that was left was to recover. The following days were extremely difficult. My girlfriend didn't trust me. We hardly spoke other than the typical good morning and good night. And what are you doing today? Calls and texts. She said she would like to talk to me when she gets back.

The following days were filled with anxiety, stress, and disappointment towards myself. I kept calling more and more of the contacts of that group chat, called them and explained exactly what I've explained before. No idea why. No motive. For my family members who had to see that photo, I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to see a photo of me in the first place. It is not a good way to be a role model in the family.

And to my beautiful girlfriend, I'm sorry my actions have hurt you. And I know I'll never be able to forgive myself for what I did. My father continued to press me about it for a few weeks, bringing it up repeatedly, until eventually it faded into the background. While I waited for my girlfriend to get home, nothing new reappeared.

My feelings started to get a little better. most family members shrugged it off, but I knew my girlfriend would be the one that I owe it all to. She ended up driving home and got home before I got home for work. She had a couple hours to herself after I got home. I quickly took a shower, we ate dinner together, and had a nice conversation to end the evening. Of course, it was emotional. Of course, it is everything that you expected it to be, but I was surprised that she took it as well as she did. She acknowledged that it was a mistake

and appreciated that I told her immediately. And now for my favorite part of your story, Snook, the update. I waited until the right time to even send you the story. That way, there is an update. This all happened before the holidays last year. And now it is January 26. I am happy to report my girlfriend and I have actually grown closer than we ever have before. We actually were able to enjoy the holidays,

spend time with our families. We've gone out to dinner multiple times, gone on plenty of dates, and we actually feel like I said before closer than we ever have. It seems like my family has moved on. I haven't heard anything about it since then. I haven't received any new photos. Any new text messages, however, my heart does give a beat when I get a text message from a G. I'm happy with the outcome. It's probably the best outcome I could have gotten.

However, I will still have that gut feeling. knowing that I did this to my family, to my girlfriend, and to me. And I will live with that for the rest of my life. Now I have a couple questions for you and for everybody watching at home. Firstly, could there have been an explanation maybe, a psychological reason for what I did if there was genuinely no motive? More context. Like I've mentioned many times before, I've never questioned my, uh,

personal preference in gender. I've never once been interested in dating and another person. I've been in a happy relationship and I've never thought I would even do something remotely close to this. Secondly, couldn't have been that. I was extremely lucky slash unlucky. Was it a blessing in disguise? Could this have been something preventing me from doing anything further? And lastly, how am I able to regain the trust for my girlfriend, like I said? We're doing much better than we ever have, but Of course, it's not fully healed. What am I able to do? How should I move on with my life?

How hard should I be on myself for it? How are we able to grow together closer than we ever have even more? Thanks, Snook. And all right, I'll try to take a stab at these questions, but these questions are really a question for you. And you need to ask yourself, I can't read your mind. And these questions kind of expect me to read your mind. Your first question was,

could there have been an explanation or a psychological reason for what I did? I mean, you said you immediately regretted it, which I guess makes sense if you were feeling curious, but this is just a question for you, man. I don't know. I don't know. I mean, no one usually just downloads Grindr and sends a explicit photo of themselves randomly.

Like, that's not something that happens a lot of the time unless you are wanting something out of that other person or wanting to, for some sort of desire or a thrill to cheat, because that is cheating. But you said there's no motive, which I can understand your dad not believing you. But yeah, that is just completely a question for yourself. Yeah, I don't know why.

Because, yeah, in this question you say, I've never thought I would even do something remotely close to this. and so exactly that's a question for you i can't read your mind i don't know your motivation because did you just want to thrill were you curious or whatever i don't know i can't read your mind and same with your second question you said secondly couldn't have been that i was extremely lucky slash unlucky was it a blessing in disguise could this have been something preventing me from doing anything further and i don't know what you what do you mean by could this have been something preventing me from, could this have been something preventing me from doing something in the future

or in the further? So did you think you were going to keep doing stuff? I don't know. I feel like you left out a lot of details when it came to downloading Grindr, taking the photo, and taking a shower. I feel like that was a clear gap of details that you left out. And we can't really get a good consensus on why you did what. If you don't leave out, if you don't leave out, if you don't. you leave out those important details. I mean, what, did this girl hit you up and you were like, hey, you're cute, whatever? And then you send the picture or did you just send the picture right away? I don't know.

I mean, I can only speculate because this is just a lot of details missing. And then your last question is how I'm able to regain the trust for my girlfriend. And that's a question for you again. I don't know your girlfriend. I don't know who she is. I don't know her personality. I don't know any of this. and so yeah dude i don't know um i guess just be open honest and be understanding that she might not

trust you for a long long long long time because you admitted to cheating on her or being unfaithful and so it'll make sense if she is very apprehensive to trust you or won't fully trust you certain certain things or trust you around her family or whatever because you might be a little bit you know this is going to be very blunt and honest you might you might might be a little bit embarrassing for her in front of her family because of this whole incident. I mean, you might be able to move on easy, peasy, but you also might not. I don't know. But these questions are really for you, and I don't really know how to answer these.

But yeah, hopefully that helps a little bit. And all right, guys, that is the last confession we're getting into in today's video. And what did you think about today's confessions? I thought this was a unique concept. I thought it was interesting. I thought it was good to get a mix and match of the real. Reddit confession threads and your guys is confession threads. It kind of keeps it fresh and is a different perspective each way.

And also I kind of did this because most of the time I don't have enough of viewers submitted confessions to make a long video. So it kind of lengthens the video and makes it more interesting. And yeah, if you are going to write me a confession, please make sure to use spacing, paragraphs and just decent grammar. So it's easier for me to read. And yeah, thank you so much for watching to the end of the video. If you enjoyed today's video, please like the video.

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