Snook - Unhinged Confession Threads

Episode Date: March 20, 2026

From a disgusting confession of a reddit user exploiting his sister for financial gain, to a user who confessed that he had a part in his mother's untimely demise... these are some Unhinged Confession Threads. These stories are truly some of the most shocking and depressing 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] 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 FOLLOWER GOAL - 100,000 followers and rate 5 stars! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Hey, what's up guys and welcome back to the channel. And today we're getting into some unhinged confession threads where I read some confessions from Reddit and some confessions from you guys, viewers of the Snook channel. And it is a wild and like the title says, unhinged mix. So you'll want to make sure to stick around.

And I appreciate you stopping by means the world. Please like the video and subscribe to the channel. The channel's goal is 1 million subscribers before the end of the year. so please subscribe. And if you'd like to have your confession in a future confession threads video, please send to the email on screen. Now, thank you.

And all right, this video will be long enough already. So sit back, relax, and grab a drink and grab a snack. No, that further ado. Let's get into some unhinged confession threads. I pimped out high school girls for two years. One of them was my sister. ask me anything. Of all the bad things I did back in my drug using, partying days, this has to be the worst.

When I was in my early 20s, I dated a high school freshman and whether it was just because of my influence or whether there were other factors in play, I'll never know. But she was a really screwed up girl. I didn't care. Back then, all I cared about was booger sugar, pills, partying, and effing. Mary was into all of that, but there was a problem. We didn't have much money. She was just a kid, and I barely made $250 a week at my shitty landscaping job.

One day, I had her with me while picking up some pills, and the dealer, stoned as fuck, told me he'd give us two extra pills if she slept with him. It took some convincing, but Mary eventually agreed, and that was the first time I pimped a girl out. She wasn't the only one or the one I most regret. Like I said, Mary was a screwed up girl before I met her. I'm not saying I didn't make things worse for her, but I'm positive what ended up happening to her wasn't entirely my fault. The ones I regret most aren't even the friends she helped me recruit from her school after Mary became a proper escort. Most of them were also sort of crazy already, or else Mary wouldn't have been able to convince them to work for me. The one I regret most is my sister.

She was 15 the first time she asked me for drugs. Just weed, which I had plenty of, but I convinced her it cost 10 times what it did. Keep in mind, I was on something practically all the time at this point, and had grown used to seeing young woman as a means to make cash. I was absolutely without remorse or guilt, so she paid with saved up allowance money, something like $100 for two joints. Eventually, I brought her to her first rave and even paid for everything, including the pills.

While she was rolling hard, I told a friend of mine to massage her, and when she began to complain that he was touching her too much, I told her to stop being a baby and just enjoy it. I watched my sister lose her virginity that night to a guy I barely remember anymore. He paid me $100 later for that. It wasn't long before she became my constant companion at parties, raves, and even clubs. Our parents were trying to control her by grounding her, but I convinced her to sneak out all the time. She and my two main girls, including Mary, would go out and get high, and then I would go out. and get high, and then I'd hook them up with someone. I would take the majority of the money,

and they never complained because they were scared of me for a couple of reasons. They were scared I might hurt them because, yes, I barely remember doing so, but while booger-suggered out, I was known for getting violent. They were also scared whenever I threatened to leave them or cut them off. They saw me do that to a few of their friends, and they didn't want that to happen. This went on for two years. It ended after my sister was arrested for possession and solicitation. I'd had the right idea that my girls should be getting their own Johns, so I started bringing them to clubs where I knew the bouncers and send them in to find customers for their services. It worked well for a few short weeks until my sister got caught up in a police raid. They arrested dozens of people that

night, my sister included, but she was by far the youngest. After that, only Mary remained of my girls. The rest were scared now, and my sister was in a drug treatment center. I tried getting some of them back, even some of the ones I'd gotten rid of before, but I was circling the drain. The and they seemed to know it. Suddenly, I wasn't the cool older guy. I was the loser druggie guy. What finally got me to change was the day I brought Mary over to one of my dealer's friend's place.

This friend was supposedly really into young redheads and would pay $300 for some fun with her. My dealer vouched for him, but I brought Mary. there myself anyway because I wanted the money. I was back to being broke and I needed cash desperately. So I brought her to this sketchy neighborhood and walked her to the door. Funny thing is, Crazy Mary was for once nervous and suggested we forget about this dude. I insisted though, and by now she always listened to me. When we entered the room, I knew something was off. There were three guys there and they had

flashlights. They said something about the power being off, and I stupidly believed them enough to let them lead me into the main room. Mary was freaking out by this point, probably because she realized what I hadn't. This house wasn't theirs. Hell, it was an abandoned house. No furniture, total mess, all fucked up. Before all that registered to me, I was attacked. They beat the shit out of me. I barely remember any of it. I do remember being strapped into a gurney and hearing a paramedic say that my lung was punctured.

Turns out he was wrong, but I was in enough pain to believe it. I spent the next few days in the hospital being treated for a variety of things, including a concussion that required them drilling a hole in my skull, broken ribs, a broken hand that never healed. killed correctly, and of course, H. withdrawal. When the police spoke with me, I refused to answer any questions until they asked me if I knew that my friend Mary had been assaulted as well. I remember feeling, and I still feel, the shame of realizing I had never even considered

what happened to her. Turns out she had been violently R-worded while I was unconscious. They beat the hell out of her, too. I think that's the first time I honestly felt guilt about what I've been doing for nearly two years. Not even my sister getting arrested had been enough to make me realize what an asshole I was, but being shown the pictures of Mary's face, all swollen and bruised, made me cry like a girl. I told the police everything about my dealer friend and how he'd set up a date with Mary that night,

but nothing ever came of it. The dealer kept his mouth shut and even though they raided his home, they only found a little pot. No money, guns, or drugs. He got a slap on the wrist. Yeah, I cleaned up after that. I've been drug-free for five years now. But Mary, last I heard, is still a heavy user. My sister got clean and is now in college, but she's had a string of abusive boyfriends.

and I know that's probably my fault. I was her big brother, and I taught her that men only want her for intimacy, and she's had a hard time unlearning that lesson. The other girls, I barely even remember, and am too much of a coward to try and track down. And even though it was a ask-me-anything, the OP didn't really answer a lot of questions,

and the questions he did answer have since been deleted. I mean, this was posted 13 years ago, so a lot of the accounts that commented have been banned or deleted or whatever. So let's just get into some of the top comments. Someone says, that is a confession. That is a story. And then someone replies saying, doesn't sound like bullshit to me.

I've known plenty of people to live this kind of life and have been pretty close to those situations myself, not tricking for drugs and money, but around while it was happening. The people who are calling it fake have obviously never been in these situations, being heavily addicted to drugs, hanging out with dealers who are selling mass amounts of drugs

or knowing girls who were so desperate for a fix that having intimacy with someone for drugs slash money wasn't even a question. Believe it or not, this stuff doesn't only happen in the movies. Someone else says that's a effed up story. I'm glad you got a wake-up call and also decided to unburden yourself.

Damn. Have you ever apologized to your sister or Mary about what you did to them? I feel like that would bring a lot of healing too. Peace. And the OP replies saying, Yes, I apologize to my sister once, but only because she apologized to me first. We don't discuss that time in our lives anymore.

As for Mary, no. I only saw her once after being in the hospital, and that was when she came to me asking for a hookup. I told her I was clean now, and she should be too, and she agreed, but, while I stayed clean, she hasn't. someone else says track them down do something and the opi replies saying call it a cop out but i honestly don't know where to begin finding them i don't even remember their full names mary might know but last i heard she had moved away and the person who told me that said she was still really fucked up and then an opi asks what made you decide to do and ask me anything and the opi replies saying, I just have a hard time sleeping, even with medication. I get these awful nightmares

that wake me up in the middle of the night, and I feel like total shit. I feel like a fake when I go to my meetings. I try my best to get over my past, but I can't stop thinking about it. My sponsor suggested that I'd be more open about everything I did back when I was using, so I decided to try and ask me anything to see if it would help. And then, And someone replies saying, you will never get over your past because you are a truly rotten person. That doesn't change. Your only positive contribution to the world will be when you leave it. I knew my brother was going to commit S word and I didn't try to stop him.

Hi, Snook, I've been watching your videos for years now as I deliver packages for FedEx and I love your content. so much so that I have almost no more of them to listen to. So thank you for being a big part of my life. I hope this can make it into a video, as I feel it may have some value to others who may relate. All names have been changed for privacy. Please keep me anonymous. Now on to my confession.

In order to truly paint the picture for this confession, I need to give some backstory context. Rewind the year to early 2012. I, age 11 at this time, was living with my mom and her douchebag husband in a small town in Utah. I never clicked with that guy. And he threatened harmed me plenty and at one point actually did. Anyway, I had a falling out with my mother. And one early, rainy morning, after a big fight, she ordered me into her van.

Didn't let me gather my things and I was only wearing it. Jim Schwartz. In the van, she didn't say a word. Only drove angrily. She dropped me off in my dad's apartment and sped away. I knocked on his door and he and his wife, we will call Dee Dee, accepted me with open arms. The next couple of months is where I get acquainted with Dee Dee's family, her parents and her children. Her two sons lived with us, 16 male, Ryan and 12-year-old male Brian. My stepbrothers over the next two years became what I saw as brothers. The events over these two years can be made into stories themselves, but that's not the topic today. Now let's go forward a year. Into early 2013, I am now 12 years of age. Me and Ryan are best

bros. He was the older brother I never had. He was funny, made tons of jokes, always made people laugh. He was charming and had the looks. Tall, dark, and handsome, as some would say. He had it all. I looked up to him, but I believe it was August of that year, Ryan got into a terrible car accident, going 70 miles an hour, no seatbelt, and crashed into a ditch, hitting something. I don't know what exactly, but he ended up flying through his window shield and into the ditch. Oncoming traffic found him and called the police. He had a massive open gash in his head and was unconscious. I still remember the call my dad and D.D. God.

It was traumatic for us all. At the hospital, Ryan ended up needing brain surgery. After a couple of weeks, he made a full recovery and was discharged. The weeks following, I noticed Ryan wasn't the same. He had new interests and didn't make as many jokes. He was suddenly into Mexican music and the language. He lost friends and had an obsession with this one girl at his school. One day, while in my room, he came in with an extension cord

and told me something along the lines of, I swear to God I'm going to kill this lady, referring to D.D. I'm going to strangle her with this cord. And all the while had a smile on his face. I found the statement shocking, but at the same time, I also thought he was making a dark joke. He was a jokester after all. Another time, close to Halloween, he bought a mask

and would spend a lot of time customizing it. One time, I went to the shed where he would work on his mask, which was black and marked with scratches and expressionless. I told him how cool his mask was looking. He said thanks and proceeded to say, if you hear on the news about a shooting and the person that wore this mask, you know it was me. Remember that.

Again, shocking, but I thought he was making a dark joke. Now, almost a decade later, I realized these statements were most likely cries for help. I just wish I could see that when I was so young. Now, another year later, early 2014, I was 13 years of age. I noticed Ryan was a lot more isolated. he hardly talked to people and always seemed angry. I never knew why, but he had temper issues.

My dad and Dede's shared birthday was coming up, and Ryan had plans to surprise them with a gift. He told me it was going to be amazing, and they were going to love it. But in the meantime, we was going to write in his journal about his ongoings. A week goes by, and it is now my dad and his wife, Dede's shared birthday. Ryan is sitting at the dinner table, writing in his journal. I ask him what he is doing.

He replies, shockingly, it's my S-word note. At my immature age of 13 and lack of experience with this type of stuff, I said, ha-ha, no, it isn't. Ryan looked up at me, expressionless, like his mask, and simply said, yes, it is. Now, to perface this,

my young age of 13, I have never had to deal with death, especially anyone so close to me. I didn't know the seriousness. I didn't know how to handle this. I have never needed to. I didn't believe him. My heart hurts with what I'm about to type out. I told him, if he was going to do it, he should spend the rest of his credit card and buy me things. I know. How disgusting. I obliged. For the rest of the day, my biological brother and Ryan hung out. We walked the town as he told me his plans to commit S-word.

Looking back, I knew I believed him by that point, but I didn't want to. I wanted to believe he was just making another dark joke, and we would all laugh about it later. We walked and walked, talked, talked. Then we made it to Walmart, where he proceeded to buy me and my brother things, with the rest of his money. At this point, I needed to talk to him. It had gotten too real. We sat outside Walmart and chatted. I told him he shouldn't do it.

He couldn't do it. We love him, and so many others do. But he would go on to tell me nothing would change his mind. nobody was going to stop him then he made a statement that still chills me to this day he said you realize

if I don't do this I'm going to kill everyone right I'm going to kill everyone and go to prison to which I replied even me and chillingly he simply replied

yes then he said so I need to do this I don't think you want me to end your life or your dad's. So, if you try to tell anyone or call the police, I will kill you all and commit S word later. Following this was silence. I didn't know what to say. I was terrified.

I didn't want him to follow through and I didn't want him to kill us all. We finished the walk and ended up at his grandparents' house. This is where he dropped off the Walmart supplies and his S-word note. He told them not to open any of it until 9 p.m. It was a surprise. For whatever reason, they agreed. His grandparents took me and my biological brother back home where, just before leaving, Ryan looked at me with a smile and said,

Bye, bro. I'll see you tomorrow. This statement leaves a deep sadness in me to this day. I stay silent. Now I have my dad's and Dede's apartment an hour goes by. Just me and my dad alone as Didi was at a meeting. We are playing video games and eating dinner. Then my dad gets a call.

I knew. I knew what that call was. I look over to my dad. He is stunned. He puts a hand to his mouth and begins to silently cry. I've only ever seen my dad cry like that twice in my life. This was serious. He hangs up the phone, looks at me, and says,

Ryan fucking committed S word. He fucking committed S word. I began to cry. We cried and hugged on my dad's birthday. The note, which was titled The Comedian, was opened too late by his grandparents, and it revealed everything. His plans to commit a shooting, the reasons he came to this decision, so many reasons. We found out a big reason was his father was also committed S-word while he was a young boy, and his family would S-A him.

The birthday surprise he had for my dad and D-D, it was terrifying. He was going to kill them both. Then me, my brother, and his brother. But he didn't. I guess I can thank him for that. But in the end, I still feel guilty. I wish I knew more.

I wish I was more mature. I wish I pulled him out of that. All the red flags, all the warning signs, I was too young and stupid. My brother committed S word. And I didn't stop him. To this day, over a decade later, I am now 25 years old.

I have lived longer than he did. I have a beautiful wife and two beautiful children. I have everything he never got to have. I will forever feel guilt. Sadness. Such a great guy. Such a terrible ending. If this gets in a video,

I want everyone to know. whether you are a young, ignorant kid like I was, or an older person. Please, please do everything you can to save someone. See the warning signs. Take their words seriously. Pull them out of that place and save a loved one. Or end up like me. Thank you, Snook for reading.

And I hope this can be of some value to someone. There is a lot to learn from my mistakes. My sister is mentally ill, and I wish she would just die already. Hi, Snook, this might be a long one, so sorry in advance. I have a few major things in my life I could talk about, but this is probably one of the most entertaining, I guess. I recently stumbled across your YouTube channel and got hooked, so I thought maybe I could share something and get it off my chest. Obviously, I'd like this to say anonymous and do with it what you will. My sister is bipolar and schizophrenic. She is mentally very unwell and keeps having children.

I currently have five nieces and one nephew from three different fathers. One of them is a stoner who sells drugs. One is in jail for murder. He also threatened my mom and said you throw acid on her face, and another is an alcoholic who has three or more R-word allegations against him. As you can guess, none of them are present in the children's lives. The worst part is that my mom has custody of most of the kids, and many of them have difficulties. One has ADHD and autism. One has an 18-month developmental delay, and another also has autism. For some context, I live with my Spanish dad in Spain.

My mom is English and stayed in England. I left because I was sick of everything and had a terrible childhood. So I moved in with my dad. My sister is older than me and has a different dad. And that's where a lot of her issues come from. Her father was Middle Eastern. I can't remember exactly where from. He forced my mom to convert to his religion and basically treated her like a slave.

When my sister was a child, she was repeatedly abused and R-worded by her dad and her uncles. A few years later, my mom had me with my dad in Spain, and I had a relatively normal childhood until I was about five or six. When my parents split up, I'm surprised I remember so much from that time because I was so young. but I remember getting along well with my sister back then. When my parents separated, I moved to England with my mom and my sister. I don't think my sister even remembered what had happened to her until later on. In England, she got mixed up with the wrong crowd.

Started smoking weed, taking drugs, and getting into trouble. From that point on, I felt like she wasn't the same person anymore. She completely changed. When everything seemed to be going well, at least from the perspective of a six or seven-year-old, everything suddenly turned. I left England and moved back to Spain when I was 13. Over the years, my sister was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and schizophrenia, and she has had three psychotic episodes.

From what I understand, each one can cause serious damage and reduce cognitive function. She goes on and off her medication. When she's on it, she's like a piece of furniture. glued to her phone and completely disconnected from the kids and everyone else. When she's off it, she becomes unstable again and ends up getting pregnant. It's honestly insane. She's driving my mom to the brink and most of the family wants nothing to do with her anymore. I feel powerless because I'm in Spain and can't really do anything to help.

Sometimes I just wish she would drop dead so everyone, could finally live their lives in peace. I especially feel bad for the kids, because they must be traumatized by all of her episodes. I know it's not really her fault. She had a horrible childhood that left her deeply traumatized and mentally scarred for life, but at the same time,

I also had a terrible childhood because of everything that happened around her, and I don't go around causing that kind of trouble. I know she probably isn't capable of thinking the way most people do, but it's still incredibly frustrating because all she seems to do is cause pain for everyone around her. Recently, during her last pregnancy, doctors said that both she and the baby almost didn't make it.

They warned that if she got pregnant again, either she or the child might die. And the only thought that crossed my mind was, well, in a couple of months, I might have to catch a flight for my sister. her funeral. Am I wrong for thinking like that? She isn't the sister I used to know. It feels like the sister I had died years before, before I moved to Spain. Even while typing this out, I feel nothing for her. Honestly, I believe my family back there would probably be better off without her. I don't want to ramble too long and drag it out so any questions feel free to ask. Let me know if you use this and thanks for your videos. It makes me feel like I'm not the only one in the world with a twisted mind.

Lots of love, bro. I killed my own mother. My mother was an evil person. Long ago, corrupted by some form of mental illness. Beyond the typical annoying mom stuff, she had a cruel streak that is extremely hard to explain. On more than one occasion, I saw. saw her physically attack children, animals, and even her own elderly parents while they were still alive. I moved away from my mother at the age of 10. And for the decade that followed, I tried to be

a good son. I would visit a few times each year and call at least once a week. During this time, she degenerated from an alcoholic to a hard drug user, eventually finding religion and becoming born again. But despite her newfound faith, she remained just as cruel as ever. For her, God was a vengeful being, bent on revenge and punishment. In her twisted worldview, Jesus had no problem with cruelty, so long as we were faithful. Faithful to what exactly? I don't know. When I was in my early 20s, I went to visit my mother, and we ended up going for a long drive together. We hadn't planned anything, but we ended up in the mountains about an hour west of town and decided to go for a hike like we used to. She was actually

in a rather pleasant mood that day, and I had some important news to share. I was about to become a father myself. After an hour or so hiking and talking about this news, we stopped at a little plateau to admire the view. The ledge was next to a steep drop-off. offering an incredible view of the Rockies behind us. It was like something out of a National Geographic special. I suggested we take a photo of ourselves, and she agreed. I set up my camera hanging from a dead tree and aimed it using the straps so that the view would be behind us. I set the timer for 60 seconds and walked back towards the edge of the cliff.

I smiled for the camera and gestured for my mother to join me. She did. A moment later, a green light blinked at us, and something inside me activated. Something that had been there all along. Something that is still deep inside me now. Without hesitation, I turned and shoved her off the edge of the plateau as hard as I could. I watched her eyes glow with fierce rage as her neck snapped forward. She stumbled for a step or two, and then toppled over. over the edge. It was so surreal.

She looked like Wiley Coyote. I laughed. Not at her pain, just the absurdity of the situation. And just like the Wiley Coyote from the cartoons, she was silent. The only sound was the snapping of pine branches and the chirps of frightened birds.

I calmly hiked down and around, towards where the body was. As I approached, I could hear a soft gurgling, and I was amazed to find her still alive, partially impaled on a stump. I'm no doctor, but there was a lot of blood. My guess is that she punctured a lung because she couldn't talk. She could only drool blood and gurgle at me. I pulled out my cell phone.

No bars. I wanted to stay and watch her die. But I knew the time had come to act. rationally again. I hiked towards the car at a double pace and called 911 as soon as I found some reception again. The operator had a sweet southern drawl and asked me if I knew where I was. Of course I did. I had hiked these mountains a thousand times. She said authorities were on their way and I knew I had an hour at least. I rushed back to the body but it was too late. She had already died. I didn't touch the body. I didn't move her. I wanted to make sure I had a few

questions to answer as possible. To get to the quick, the death was ruled an accident, and I was never charged with anything. My mother was a piece of shit. So no one else really cared that she died, and no one had reason to suspect me. The sorrowful grieving son, who was a person who who had come to visit his mother like a good little boy of anything. I never even took a polygraph. No one asked me to. So why am I telling this to you? R slash confession?

I'll tell you why. Just a few minutes ago, my son, who is now in the fourth grade, was sent home from school early for brawling, and he came home to find me here in my home office, working, as I usually do. eager to change the subject, he grabbed a photo that I leave on my desk and asked me about it. I grabbed it back away from him and sent him off to his room.

But after sitting here and just staring into this photo for a while, I felt the need to share. After all, it is one of my favorite photos. I look so happy. Hell, even mom looks happy. looks happy. My wife is dead. The best Christmas present I could have gotten.

At the beginning of 2022, I caught my wife having an affair with one of her exes. Our marriage wasn't perfect. I was not the perfect husband, I will admit. But I did my best. I put effort into the entire five years we were together. I put my all into the relationship. her I could not say the same.

I was forced to confront the reality of who she truly was shortly after I caught her. She illegally evicted me from our shared home, lied to the police to try and get me arrested, tried to get me fired for my job, and tried to turn all of my friends against me. Some of these succeeded, while others did not. She has made my life a living hell. since the day I asked her for the divorce and has planted her heels into the ground over our separation to try and drain all my finances and emotional strength from me. The only upside is we had no kids for her to use as weapons, but I soon found out that

her policy of strict birth control with me did not extend to her suitor as he got her pregnant five months ago. I thought maybe this would help speed along the divorce, but it only rallied her in her efforts to destroy me. On Christmas Eve, my wife and her suitor went to a party where both of them got drunk. I find this fact terrible, as all her friends knew she was pregnant as well, her suitor drove them home, a mistake that would cost them both their lives. In the state I live in, our divorce is now considered to never have even started.

I will be able to claim her life insurance policy for myself and move back into my home. Her parents called me up distraught yesterday, acting as if the last year had never happened and offered their full support to my funeral preparations for her. My confusion here was beyond belief. But the apple does not fall far from the tree when it comes to my wife. I told them if they want a funeral, it was coming out of their pockets. I will pay for her to be cremated and deliver her ashes to them in the cheapest earn offered if they desire. They called me horrible and tried to guilt me about her life insurance, but after only four minutes on the phone with them,

I hung up and blocked every one of her family's numbers. I'm going to be taking a few extra days off work to move back into my house. house over the next week. I've already made arrangements to have her stuff hauled off so my home will be an empty canvas to start my life anew. I don't know if there is a god, or if this was just karma, but I truly believe now that I've come out on the other side of the storm. And then the OP provides an update saying, I have decided to elaborate on a few common threads I see in this post here, as responding to all comments would be too much. Firstly, some are judging me for the way I'm reacting to the death of three people.

You're right. It is not normal, nor is it healthy. I feel no emotions toward my ex at this moment. All my hatred, resentment, and regret evaporated when I learned of her death. I feel nothing but relief right now. This void has slowly consumed me over the past few days. I feel numb. Like I'm dreaming.

Like what happened is not real. This woman made my life a living hell for over a year. She set out to destroy me and would not stop until she did. I do not like the fact that I feel this way over the death of three people. But that is not a box I feel ready to unpack at this moment. moment. Secondly, I've reached out to my ex's mom today, and things are much more civil as of now. I'll pay the hauling company to move her stuff into one of their storage units, and then can figure out the rest. Her mother revealed to me that they cannot afford to host a funeral for my ex.

I am 100% the legal beneficiary of her life insurance. Despite my past hatred for her family, I told her mother, I will give them a small amount from her life insurance so they can have a service and arrange burial logistics for her. This is contingent on us cutting ties after, and I will not be involved any further in her funeral. I will still be talking to a lawyer. Lastly, I am not going to elaborate any further, except the only lives lost was hers, her suitor, and their unborn child. Some are saying I should sell the house. Right now, I only want to return to my home.

The details of where I end up, either there or somewhere of the rainbow, are yet to be determined. I do not know what life holds for me, or any of us. This event happened. Maybe for a reason, or maybe the universe has no logic at all. This gift put an end to a period of my life that sent me to the brink of destruction. It's morbid to think that the death of three people was what pulled me to the other side alive. It's interesting how quick it can all change or end. I put peanut butter in my friend's drink thinking she was lying about her allergy.

I was young, only in the second grade, and had reached. recently been taught about lying. After our lessons on sinning and doing bad stuff, I developed the idea that my friend, let's call her Lily, was lying about her peanut allergy, ingested in like peanut butter, but was too ashamed to tell me because they were my favorite snack at the time. Not to mention the times when someone would bring in a snack for the class,

and we'd always have to check if they had peanuts in them. If they did, the whole class couldn't eat them so that she wouldn't feel left down. I was tired of what I thought was a dumb, made-up lie, and decided to take matters into my own hands by bringing a big jar of peanut butter and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Once it's snack break,

I waited until Lily went to the bathroom to take out my peanut butter jar to slip a spoonful into her cup, shaking it good so she wouldn't suspect a thing. Once she came back, she sat down and drank some of the peanut butter infused water. As she did, I watched with wide eyes making sure to take in every detail. Now convinced that she's been lying the whole time.

Suddenly, Lily started coughing uncontrollably, choking and thrashing herself all over the floor. It also didn't help that she forgot her epipan at home that day, causing her to convulse and forcing my teacher to call an ambulance. It turned out she was severely allergic to peanut butter, and I never had the goal to tell her what I'd done that day. We are still friends today, and she strongly believes that her father was trying to kill her that day since she got in a fight with him the day before regarding her dead mother. I lied and took a company asset home. I got caught, fired, and four years later, I still regret it.

This happened four years ago, and I still think about it almost every day. I worked in an IT department for eight years, and part of my job was managing company assets. There was a TV in storage that hadn't been used for years. Nobody ever mentioned it. Nobody cared about it. At least, that's what I told myself. So I decided to take it home. But I didn't just take it quietly.

I made up a story and filled out a request form saying I was moving the TV to a supplier's location. A complete lie. The truth is, I was taking it home for myself. I created that fake excuse to make it seem legitimate. And I handed the form in like everything was fine. The guard saw me taking the TV. took a picture and reported it. That's how I got exposed.

Everything escalated fast. It became a big issue in the company. I returned the TV within a few days, but the damage was already done. At the time, I was so defensive. I told myself, it's just a TV. What's the big deal? I felt like people were overreacting and gossiping unnecessarily. But in truth, I had lied.

manipulated the system and broken trust. My boss was disappointed. They didn't say much. They just ended my contract quietly. I didn't get a chance to explain. I lost my job. And even worse, I lost all of my friends there. People cut me off.

Unfollowed or blocked me on social media. No one reached out. No one asked me what really happened. I became the center of gossip, even among people who had already left the company. I know what I did was wrong. I was manipulative, I was persistent, I thought I could get away with it. And now, years later, it still haunts me. I miss my coworkers, not even one person in particular.

Just the group moments, the laughter, The feeling of belonging. I didn't take the TV because I needed it. I think I just wanted a small win, a sense of control, something that felt like mine in a job where I felt invisible. I regret it deeply. And I don't know if people ever really forgive you for something like this. But I needed to get it off my chest.

My wife of 13 years confessed about an affair about three months ago. She told me the day after our anniversary that they had intimacy often. I don't know what to do. The title pretty much explains it all. I am a stay-at-home data three, including one with special needs. For the past couple of years, it's been a slog. Therapist after therapist after therapist. for my kiddo with cerebral palsy.

Two other kids in school, it's something we discussed many times. She works and is able to provide for us financially, and I would stay home with them. Two years ago, she joined a gym and began a relationship with John. John and my wife would frequently message on Facebook about random things, but things that my wife tried to hide and delete. She has lied about speaking to him, what they've spoken about, amongst other things.

We are done having kids, so she used this time to get a breast augmentation and tummy tuck-like procedure. It felt like she was literally going to cheat on me. But she assured me that this was just her way of getting out of her motherhood body. She spends an unworldly amount of time at the gym. before work, off days, literally doesn't stop. She can easily spend three to four hours at the gym. Meanwhile, I am at home with the kids, preparing lunch, breakfast, getting them to school, taking my child with cerebral palsy to his therapy appointments.

Things start to get worse. I find that I'm getting more frustrated with feeling like a single parent, while she is just living her dream life at the gym and building a career. She feels like I'm treating her unfairly and takes her rings off last summer. She didn't tell me about it, but she is stating that we are separated, but no ground rules are laid out. She continues to live her life with her rings off, without any sort of discussion. We were definitely in a slump.

My skepticism of her and John's relationship continues, But we hit hills and valleys in our relationship. It feels that sometimes it improves, and some days it feels like it wasn't going to work. We had laid out some rules about this guy, and I asked her to delete him from her phone and block him. They can't communicate at the gym since she's there so much, but nowhere else. Flash forward to June. I found a text message thread while I tried fixing her phone with a random number. It was messages upon messages of hers and John's relationship.

Mind you, this guy is married as well. My suspicions for over two years was true. I knew she was cheating on me. I flipped down. I was so upset. She said they didn't have any physical contact except for holding hands and hugging. She was extremely adamant that that was it. things didn't feel like they would get better, but eventually they kind of did over a couple of months.

That, or maybe I was missing, who my wife was. I don't know, but it felt that an emotional affair was easier to forgive. I told her I forgave her and that we recommitted of making this work. It felt like we were more normal than ever, and she was being open and honest about my questions that I had. The day after our anniversary, she drops a bombshell. She actually was physical in her affair. They had intimacy, an unknown amount of times, in his car while she was at work. She says they wore protection.

I am so mortified. I already grieved for her once, but now I put through another round of mental torment and physical PTSD. she lied again. She said she didn't have intimacy with him initially, but now she wanted to lay it out. She says the last time they had intimacy was in April. I don't know what to believe. She says she felt insanely lonely.

I asked her why not just get a divorce. And she said that she never had that intention and that she, quote, care so deeply for our family and kids. It feels so contradictory. She had intimacy with this guy while also having intimacy with me occasionally, and she didn't feel the need to tell me that I'm literally banging her after this guy was. Jesus Christ. Typing this out makes me want to die.

I am using an alt account, but I have details that would make this story more clear, but I do not want to tie it in to some personal information, as I think I'd be pretty easily identified by my profession. and personal posts. She states she is utterly remorseful and wants to work things out. I literally just got myself tested for STDs today. I would have never thought I would have to do this, but here I am. I am out of lost, guys. I'm a mid-30s dad of three, and it feels like my life is fucking over. My kids keep me grounded.

And now let's get into some of the top. comments. One user quotes, Care so deeply for our family and kids. And then the comments or replies to that saying three to four hours at the gym every day. When is she even home to care so deeply about the kids? And the O.P replies saying, this is exactly my point. She literally goes to the gym in the early morning, but sometimes doesn't get home until kids are on the bus. I would hate to miss waving them off. I wave them off every morning. One user comments, first things first, you should make an appointment with a lawyer and a marriage counselor if you so choose.

Have them both spell out your options as well as what custody looks like. That's where you can work from as your base. Everything has failed and we're getting a divorced spot. Next step is to figure out, do you actually want to reconcile? Has your wife actually shown you any form of forgiveness? Does her a fair partner's wife know? I would personally make that a condition that the wife has to know before anything else happens. If your wife tries to defend him, tell her, and no uncertain terms that you guys are over if she tries to defend him whatsoever.

She has to choose you versus him and ask to actually do the work. She has basically had a, she gets to do whatever she wants while you maintain the house lifestyle and that needs to change. You need a social life and the whole reason that she had enough time to go cheat was that you were maintaining everything at home while she could get off scot free and do whatever the hell she wanted. The fact is that she chose him over you multiple times and you have to tell her that is what she did. Does she recognize the enormity of what she did by choosing to step out of your marriage multiple times, including around your anniversary? Does she realize that she was giving you sloppy seconds? Whether or not she was actually doing that? That is the actual effect of what she did.

She has to realize that she did not choose you and chose herself. Honestly, I would also have a big problem with forgiveness because how many times did she turn you down for emotional and physical intimacy while providing it to someone else outside of the marriage. How much time did she spend it outside of your marriage with somebody else due to the direct efforts that you have put in to keep your family going? Did she not realize that the only reason she had time to do anything was your sacrifice? I would say this for any gender, but this is selfish. I just want to let you know your pain. is justified and frankly, I don't know if she wants to rug sweep and move on, but I don't know

exactly how she's shown remorse and what effort she's actually putting in in order to move your relationship back to a trusting one. Any thoughts? And then the OPE reply is saying, I'm reading through this. I will add. When I found said text messages, the first thing she said was, quote, she cares about him, which really pissed me off. She should care about me as her husband. She finally has told him no more contact and she blocked him on every platform and said that she is willing to have an open device policy. I do think this is extremely remorseful, at least right now. He has made some suggestive comments as a way to make her feel bad. She did put her rings back on and the guy wants to reconcile to me as well,

aka he reached out to me on Instagram and I immediately blocked his dumbass. Another user says, I've said this before on this sub that if my spouse was the one to come clean about an affair, I'd be likely to try to work it out, but this is just, this is just a disaster. If you decide to stay,

and that's a big if, number one, couples counseling, number two, quitting the gym. Number three, spending time with her newly available free time with the kids she allegedly cares deeply for. But this all hinges on one question. Do you even want to work things out? Seriously, ignore everything I just suggested.

Ignore any stay, leave crucifier in the divorce or other comments. Take some time and really ask yourself, do you? you want to try to work this out? And then a comment replies that saying, thank you for putting this question into words that I've been trying to do myself in another thread. The real question is, what is she doing to want to make them stay? And the OPE replies saying, that's what I'm thinking. From the beginning, I'm convinced she had a plan or deep intention, but she says things just kind of fell that way. Yeah, right. She says they were just friends first, but if that's the case, why did she delete all of her messages from him

when I first saw them? That first happened like one and a half years ago. This has been shitty since the start. Another user comments, your mistake was thinking any sort of affair would be less harmfully. An affair is an affair, regardless getting physical or not. Have you wondered why did she have this surge of honesty so suddenly? I imagine her affair has gone sour. She's afraid being dumped by you and is trying to keep you around. I won't be the one to tell you how you should take on your life, O.P., you are the only one who knows how hard this hurt you and how bad you are right now.

However, I'd recommend you to take your feelings in consideration this time. May you find the inner strength, take the best decision for your happiness and for your emotional health. And the OPE replies saying, you're not wrong. Things did get sour after I found these texts. She immediately ceased that relationship and blocked him. I think that's why she wants to start fresh and continue our relationship. She has given me contradictory information that it only happened because she was separated

and she was extremely lonely. but then she said she doesn't want to leave her family and that we mean so much to her. I asked her plainly, did you think about us when you were banging in his car? And then we don't hear an update for a long time. About three months, but then three months later, the O.P comes back and gives us an update.

Let's get into it. Mild update. My wife of 13 years confessed about an affair about three months ago. She told me the day after our anniversary that they had intimacy often. I debated on whether or not I really wanted to write an update or not. Life has been really a whirlwind of emotion since that point. For all those people who gave me encouragement and advice, I really appreciate you more than you know.

We sought counseling pretty much ASAP since all this shook out, which has been a somewhat positive experience, I think, for both of us. Overall, this update is really boring, but maybe I need an outlet right now because I'm feeling it hard today. Generally speaking, things just are right now. Some days feel more hopeful than others, but we are decently committed to making this work out for now, especially given our situation with our kids,

specifically our son. Our therapy sessions tend to work on our communication and forward progress. It's hard not to gripe or look for some sort of validation of my frustrations with my wife about how things shook out or what I experienced. Although she's entitled to her feelings about how I approached their relationship in the beginning, which she swears was merely friendly in the beginning. Although the more I think about it, the more it feels like I'm being gaslit by my wife and maybe a little bit by our therapist.

I generally do not have a problem with my wife having male friends. And even when we were having a hard time, I felt that I made my boundary extremely clear. Initially, when they were just friends, she would message him like regularly, going into topics that felt boundary crossing. In this, she says they were just friends. But now, I don't think I'm comfortable with. with her having friends like that again. And I told her that.

I am a little upset because reflecting on things now makes me feel like both my wife and our therapist made it seem I'm letting my anxiety get the best of me. We have moved toward an open device policy, really on her end. We have set new boundaries about relationships and maintaining these relationships. Although now that I read and typed this out,

I really feel like I'm giving more than what she ever had to. even though she's the one who decided to pursue a runaway relationship with another man. She states she didn't feel safe in our marriage and pursued this relationship. I'm so conflicted on how to feel about everything as I typed this. I am learning to rebuild my trust in her. I need to feel safe again. I want to feel like this was her character flaw, rather than a reaction to how she felt I treated her.

She says that she felt unsafe. Frustrated, unloved. I'm not saying those things aren't untrue because she is entitled to her own feelings, but it feels like an excuse. Things were rocky for a while, but she feels that we were not doing well before I had issues with her communication with this guy. That feels incorrect because since that moment, I know I've been short with her and with good reason. She literally lied about the regular and the amount of communication they had together. It feels like I'm being gassily because she made it seem like friends have that regular amount of communication. Some days we end in fights, mainly about my tone or my reaction. It feels like a broken record.

She constantly criticizes how I communicate with her or our kids. It feels like it never ends and this is something she continually goes back to as a reason for her abandonment. But some days, it feels like it ends more peacefully and calmly. I guess going back to why I decided to write today was really about feeling worthless. I feel absolutely unfit and unworthy. I let my wife trample on me, and she makes me feel that it really was my fault for her actions. It feels that the therapist also wants me to understand these flaws and how they shape the events that happened. I don't know, but maybe the therapist is right.

I am noticeably anxious about anything my wife does, and I feel that it won't change. I will always worry about who she's talking to. She says she's committed to our relationship, but it feels like such a shitty excuse. I told her, that's what you said on our wedding day, and look at this fucking mess. I wish my update contained more substance.

I wish part of me could say I left her cheating ass, got alimony slash child support, got abs and met someone new. I can't do that right now. I try to stay busy at work and at home. Edit. Just for clarity's sake, my wife did make it abundantly clear that she wants nothing to do with him in more ways than one. He's been finding ways to continue to see her attention.

He even wrote an email to her. And she showed me immediately. And now let's get into some of the top comments. Someone says, I'm sorry, dude. I guess you decided to say, I know I wouldn't. It's easier said than done, yes, but she lied, lied and lied. I'm sure there's more lies than there too. And the opi replies saying, my decision to stay isn't set in stone.

It's built on the idea that we are extremely fragile and she has to put in the work. If not, or if she crosses our transparent boundary, I'm not giving her a third chance. Another commenter says, I'm curious, have you informed his wife? Has she cut contact with him? Does she still go to the gym? What is she doing to make this work on her end? Please elaborate. I'm genuinely curious.

I would like to know how you're going to be able to move forward in this. I'm sorry you are going through this. Update me. And the Obe here applies saying, As far as I know, he and his wife are separated and made that in agreement. So to him and his wife, he was within his own rights. That's all hearsay, though, and I'd rather not think about it anymore. Does my wife go to the gym?

Buddy, let me tell you. She's still addicted to it. goes every day in the a.m. since me and our kids are still sleeping. Still works out for three to four hours at a time usually. Although she is quite social when she goes, which is why it takes her so long. She finds that her identity really relies on her ability to maintain this gym time I've noticed. I think if you took it away from her, I don't know what she would do. And a user replies to that saying, fine, I can understand. that gym, but is it the same gym? Like, is this just a business as usual? They still attend the

gym together? Please, I hope not. You can't be that naive. There has to be some consequences, at least in my experience. If nothing changes, nothing changes. What had she done exactly in this reconciliation to prove to you that you're not her second choice? And the O.P. replies and says, it is not the same gym, although it's funny when she bitches about not being able to go there, mainly because of her old friend group and proximity to our house. It makes me want to stare at her and laugh as if she didn't cause that entire problem. Another commenter says, fire your therapist. Whoever they are, they suck. You need to find one specializing in infidelity who will hold her feet to the fire,

unless your therapist holds the line that no matter what was going on in the marriage, cheating is inexcusable, and that the first priority is to deal with your pain and the nuclear bomb that your wife chose to blow up in the middle of your marriage. They're crap and completely unqualified to do their job. Good luck. And the opi replies saying, She has tried EMDR therapy for my trauma. I believe they are qualified at least somewhat,

but I wish she would be more assertive about protecting me given what transpired. Although, to that effect, I know she needs to remain neutral, so I'm not sure what good therapy looks like. Another commenter says, Find a new couple's therapist because your sounds very biased, and I really suggest individual therapy because you need a space away from her to work through this. And the opier oblige saying, I agree, I think individual therapy would really help me. Another commenter said, never ever be a stay-at-home dad.

Women lose all respect for their spouses when they become stay-at-home dads. Get a job, Pronto. And then the opi responds and says, I've said this ad nauseum. I have a PRN job. My special needs son has plethora of therapists he sees. He needs some type of stable transportation. And that is the last update we have received from the O.P.

And to be honest, I'm kind of curious what he ends up doing because they don't seem like they have a stable relationship at all. And most likely he will end up divorcing her. I mean, I would. And I feel like a lot of people in the comments were suggesting that, that he divorced him because it clearly is not a relationship that has trust. in it. I mean, he even said it. He can't trust his wife or who she's talking to and he's very scared of who she's talking to all the time. That just doesn't seem healthy. It doesn't seem like he'll be able to sustain itself. I really hope the OP gets therapy and hopefully he'll be able to

work out the relationship, whether that is divorce or trying to rebuild the broken relationship they have. And all right, guys, that wraps up some unhinged confession threats and wow. Some of those confessions were really, really heavy. I really do appreciate the people who submitted their confessions. It takes a lot of guts to, you know, write that out and, you know, send the email. So I appreciate everyone who said it in their confessions. And if you'd like to see your confession in a future video, please send to the email in the description or in the beginning of the video. I appreciate it. And please leave a comment down below. I read every single comment, so I appreciate everyone who takes the time to comment. And I really do want to say,

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