"Not Proud Of This $15 Purchase", ": "Just spent $15 dollars on an onlyfans video, busted a nut and then deleted my account once post but clarity hit. I wasn’t driving the bus when I bought that video. I thought “$15 dollars isn’t that much” until I relaxed I could’ve gotten 2 Big Mac meals or something of value. I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that I bought the stupid video for $15, or the fact that I bought the video, and deleted my account so I can never see it again.", "
"I was kidnapped when I was 8 and held in captivity for 3 years", ": "26f. I was picked up by a stranger from school posing to be my dad's friend. Saying that he would drop me off to the airport to catch a flight with my dad. Not only did I actually have to travel with my dad that day, but this man somehow knew my dad was getting off early from work (he told me that morning) and that he had to go fishing with his friend (he did this a lot). He told me that my dad sent him to pick me up and meet him directly at the airport. I believed him, convinced my teachers I knew him (because I was excited to go the airport) and left with him. I was held in captivity for 3 years. I was raped, beaten, starved. 11 year old me had learnt to make him trust me. It started with us going around in his car, although I had to sit in the backseat and stay quiet the whole time. He let me come into his kitchen and make food for myself, he let me clean his house. The day we went to feed the ducks at the park I ran. I ran as fast as my weak legs could carry me, because of the crowd; I think he lost me. I begged a family for help, telling them I was kidnapped and I wanted to go home. I told them my name, my school's name and my parents' names. Long story short; they caught him, he killed himself. I was back with my dad, my sisters, my dogs. I'm now happily married to my wife of 4 years, still undergoing therapy, have a good job, and a baby on the way. EDIT: I'm very sorry for the last line. I realise it doesn't end well for most and I got lucky. But the only way I kept going was telling myself "I'm going to escape", and then "I'm going to get better" "I'm going to love myself again" "I'm going to get past my trauma". Since this worked for me I assumed saying "it will end well" would work for other people too, of course it wasn't right though.", "
"I was kidnapped when I was 8 and held in captivity for 3 years", ": "26f. I was picked up by a stranger from school posing to be my dad's friend. Saying that he would drop me off to the airport to catch a flight with my dad. Not only did I actually have to travel with my dad that day, but this man somehow knew my dad was getting off early from work (he told me that morning) and that he had to go fishing with his friend (he did this a lot). He told me that my dad sent him to pick me up and meet him directly at the airport. I believed him, convinced my teachers I knew him (because I was excited to go the airport) and left with him. I was held in captivity for 3 years. I was raped, beaten, starved. 11 year old me had learnt to make him trust me. It started with us going around in his car, although I had to sit in the backseat and stay quiet the whole time. He let me come into his kitchen and make food for myself, he let me clean his house. The day we went to feed the ducks at the park I ran. I ran as fast as my weak legs could carry me, because of the crowd; I think he lost me. I begged a family for help, telling them I was kidnapped and I wanted to go home. I told them my name, my school's name and my parents' names. Long story short; they caught him, he killed himself. I was back with my dad, my sisters, my dogs. I'm now happily married to my wife of 4 years, still undergoing therapy, have a good job, and a baby on the way. EDIT: I'm very sorry for the last line. I realise it doesn't end well for most and I got lucky. But the only way I kept going was telling myself "I'm going to escape", and then "I'm going to get better" "I'm going to love myself again" "I'm going to get past my trauma". Since this worked for me I assumed saying "it will end well" would work for other people too, of course it wasn't right though.", "
"My horrible ex died slowly in December and I went to his grave today and pissed on it", ": "trigger warning: abuse, suicide 2008-2009 I was in an abusive relationship. It was the typical story of everything starting out perfect, falling in love, and it quickly escalating to abuse. Long story short, nothing ever happened to him, despite there being videos, pictures, texts, voicemails, and myspace posts proving he was abusive because his family is rich. In January one of my high school friends called. She said that he had told his family he was going to work. He went to his deer stand, shot himself in the face, missed all the important parts, and spent two days slowly dying. I immediately started laughing. She said that was fucked up but I didn't care. I still don't care. Apparently, he was out of town often and would go days without talking to anyone, so no one questioned his absence. He was died alone, cold, in pain, and with no one looking for him. That makes me so fucking happy and I don't give a shit if that makes me sound like a horrible person. Today I went to my friend's grave. She died from covid a few weeks ago. There wasn't a funeral, but I needed that final goodbye. When I was there, I decided to walk around. Then I saw my ex's grave. I had no idea he was buried there. At first, I was hit with a lot of anxiety and panic because, despite being dead, there's still apart of me that carries around a lot of fear for him. I cried a bit while walking around, not because I felt any pity for him, but because I couldn't stop thinking about the hell he put me through. I experience physical pain on a daily basis because of him and I'm going to have to live with that for the rest of my life. Despite being in therapy, there's always going to a constant painful reminder of what he did to me. Anyway, I wouldn't call it a blackout, but it felt like I was sort of out of control of my body? I knew what I was doing, but I couldn't stop myself. That's when I pissed on his grave. It was extremely therapeutic. It was like it was the final "fuck you" I needed. 10/10 experience. Would do it again. Edit - so I don't have to repeat myself a bunch in the comments... First, this is a place to confess things... why are y'all getting mad at for me confessing something? We grew up in a very small town. There aren't many places he could be buried, but, due to his family being very uptight and thinking they were better than everyone in the town, I never assumed he'd be buried there. Then again, I never asked where he was buried. But my assumption was that he'd either be cremated and kept in an expensive as hell urn or buried somewhere outside of town. It wouldn't have surprised me if his family has their own plot somewhere. So yeah, I just didn't expect he'd be there. This is not the same as him abusing me and no, I will absolutely not have respect for the dead when the dead was abusive. Fuck that. Am I a better person? Yup, because I'm not an abuser :) Yeah, I sure as hell am not the bigger person and that's okay. I'm allowed to be imperfect. Yes, therapy is working. By physical pain I mean that I have a fucked up hip that I only had issues with after he started kicking me. Over a decade later it's still painful to walk. Yes, I have been to a doctor over it. No, I can't afford to do anything about it. Yes, I know pissing on someone's grave isn't something everyone thinks is okay. And you know what? That's fine! It was a good moment for me. Yes, you've heard similar stories elsewhere - that's because it's a common thing for survivors of abuse to do. Dozens of people messaged me, and some commented, saying they've done the same or wanted to do the same one day. To us, it's this harmless disgusting thing we can do to a disgusting person. Does it solve anything? Fuck no. But it made me happy and I'll never regret it. No, I don't know every single detail about his death. It's not something I wanted to linger on during conversations as it was still a reminder of his abuse. What I was told is the general consensus of everyone in town. I don't live there anymore, but I have family there and they all heard the same story too. To the people saying I should've left - I did leave. I would've been sooner, but I didn't have the resources nor support to leave when it first started, and I'm not going to go into details about that. Nor am I going into the full details of his abuse. That's not something I feel comfortable posting, and you aren't owed that part of my trauma. There are already people commenting and messaging that I'm a liar, not just about this situation, but about even being abused. I'm not going to post full details of my experience just to get called a liar. Believe me or not, it happened and it's something I live with every day. Mentally I'm over it. Any speck of me that wasn't over it has felt the relief it needed to let go of it. To see his grave and do something petty as fuck is the final chapter to this. This is the closure I needed. But I still have the physical pain reminders anytime I move. There's no way of simply forgetting when there's a near endless reminder of it. He physically altered my life. I'm going to spend the rest of my life in pain because of him. Also, regardless of when I left, you shouldn't be using this as a time to blame me for the actions of someone else. And to the shit bags saying this is worse than the abusive I experienced from him - fuck you :) And finally, yes, I'm a lesbian. I didn't figure that out until later on in life. What does that have to do with anything? Plenty of people don't have the realization until they're older. That doesn't erase the abuse I experienced. Also, women can be abusive and cruel too. The "I can't see a woman doing this" comments are gross. Piss on all abusers' graves :) ", "
"I've lied my entire adult life to friends work and the woman who's become my wife.", ": "So as the title states, I told a lie years ago to get a job. I was doing my apprenticeship for work and my dad had a heart attack, and suffered a stroke at the same time. I was third year in my apprenticeship but was being screwed around by restaurant owners signing me off on modules. So when my dad got sick he had insurance but it was through his union and they were dragging their feet in paying and he was going to lose the family home. So I applied for jobs and then just told the owners and chef's I was qualified. I got a job and was making about $1200 a week working like 75 hours a week, I worked there for 2 years and it was a busy place so I earnt my stripes you know, so next job told the lie again, and again and again till ten years later I've lied my way into job after job and told all my friends and even my missus that I have my paper's. I'm really good at my job. I'm head chef of a really well known restaurant and have been for a year and a half, I've worked there 5 years and no one knows this secret.", "
"I've lied my entire adult life to friends work and the woman who's become my wife.", ": "So as the title states, I told a lie years ago to get a job. I was doing my apprenticeship for work and my dad had a heart attack, and suffered a stroke at the same time. I was third year in my apprenticeship but was being screwed around by restaurant owners signing me off on modules. So when my dad got sick he had insurance but it was through his union and they were dragging their feet in paying and he was going to lose the family home. So I applied for jobs and then just told the owners and chef's I was qualified. I got a job and was making about $1200 a week working like 75 hours a week, I worked there for 2 years and it was a busy place so I earnt my stripes you know, so next job told the lie again, and again and again till ten years later I've lied my way into job after job and told all my friends and even my missus that I have my paper's. I'm really good at my job. I'm head chef of a really well known restaurant and have been for a year and a half, I've worked there 5 years and no one knows this secret.", "
"I was falsely accused of rape and it ruined my life.", ": "Hello all, thanks in advance for reading Ill try to keep it not too long. When I was 15, I started dating this girl, lets call her worm. I had just gotten out of a relationship and it was sort of a rebound. Things were going great at first, then over time I began to grow apart from her. We didn't share many interests and just were not right for each other in my eyes. She on the other hand, was obsessed with me, saw me as the love of her life and her future husband etc etc. By the time I got enough balls to fully end it, about 8 months had past. Within those 8 months I treated her with nothing but love and respect. After I broke up with her, she began to go insane, telling all her friends/my friends that I was abusive/beat her etc etc. Which NEVER happened. This went on for a month or two with me having to deal with these false accusations every day. I, at this time had gotten back together with my ex from before I had dated worm. At some point, it somehow got to a parent, who of course contacted the school/cops. And thats when worm gave her fake story saying I full force raped her on the couch after everyone fell asleep at a party that I left at 8pm. She got her friends who were there to make cohobating stories saying that I was there, being weird with her etc (I was there with my girlfriend at the time who didnt let me out of her sight). I wont get into the other holes in the story because the whole thing is bs so itd take forever but this was enough for the police to decide they had probable cause to charge me with rape at the age of 16, without hearing any other side of the story. ​ My parents already knew about the rumors, but they then saw how serious this was, and that my life was at stake for something I didn't even do. We were not rich, but my parents paid thousands on thousands of dollars for a very good lawyer to help me win the case. I was made fun of and bullied by everyone except my close friends at this point, as everyone blindly believed the accuser because.... why would you make that up?? Then even my close friends distanced themselves as they were starting to catch heat for even still being friends with me. We had all the evidence it didnt happen, where I was that day, her saying she misses me on text after the date i supposedly raped her, and she had nothing except her and her friends stories. I clearly would have won the case, and after it had been stalled for over 8 months, she dropped the case, not forcing her to admit that she lied and not facing ANY penalty. I also had very harsh rules for that whole time or else they could take me in to custody, (couldnt talk to girls under 18 even though I was 16, 9pm curfew, couldnt be in public without adult who knew the accusation etc etc.) I am now 19 with severe social anxiety from the years of bullying and torment I recieved. I cannot make new friends because everyone that doesnt know me knows about me because of this. I hate that my parents had to spend 15k to defend from something that didnt even happen. Why the FUCK does a 16 year old girl have the power to ruin my life. I am a shell of my former self, physically and personality wise. I constantly smoke weed to forget about my problems and finally relax. She faced no punishment and it fucking eats at me. ​ Thanks so much for listening. Maybe this is the first step of moving forward. ​ Edit: Thank you all so much for the kind words, I really appreciate it. It saddens me to hear some people have similar experience but maybe getting these stories more out there will help it come to a stop. Thanks again <3 ", "
"I was falsely accused of rape and it ruined my life.", ": "Hello all, thanks in advance for reading Ill try to keep it not too long. When I was 15, I started dating this girl, lets call her worm. I had just gotten out of a relationship and it was sort of a rebound. Things were going great at first, then over time I began to grow apart from her. We didn't share many interests and just were not right for each other in my eyes. She on the other hand, was obsessed with me, saw me as the love of her life and her future husband etc etc. By the time I got enough balls to fully end it, about 8 months had past. Within those 8 months I treated her with nothing but love and respect. After I broke up with her, she began to go insane, telling all her friends/my friends that I was abusive/beat her etc etc. Which NEVER happened. This went on for a month or two with me having to deal with these false accusations every day. I, at this time had gotten back together with my ex from before I had dated worm. At some point, it somehow got to a parent, who of course contacted the school/cops. And thats when worm gave her fake story saying I full force raped her on the couch after everyone fell asleep at a party that I left at 8pm. She got her friends who were there to make cohobating stories saying that I was there, being weird with her etc (I was there with my girlfriend at the time who didnt let me out of her sight). I wont get into the other holes in the story because the whole thing is bs so itd take forever but this was enough for the police to decide they had probable cause to charge me with rape at the age of 16, without hearing any other side of the story. ​ My parents already knew about the rumors, but they then saw how serious this was, and that my life was at stake for something I didn't even do. We were not rich, but my parents paid thousands on thousands of dollars for a very good lawyer to help me win the case. I was made fun of and bullied by everyone except my close friends at this point, as everyone blindly believed the accuser because.... why would you make that up?? Then even my close friends distanced themselves as they were starting to catch heat for even still being friends with me. We had all the evidence it didnt happen, where I was that day, her saying she misses me on text after the date i supposedly raped her, and she had nothing except her and her friends stories. I clearly would have won the case, and after it had been stalled for over 8 months, she dropped the case, not forcing her to admit that she lied and not facing ANY penalty. I also had very harsh rules for that whole time or else they could take me in to custody, (couldnt talk to girls under 18 even though I was 16, 9pm curfew, couldnt be in public without adult who knew the accusation etc etc.) I am now 19 with severe social anxiety from the years of bullying and torment I recieved. I cannot make new friends because everyone that doesnt know me knows about me because of this. I hate that my parents had to spend 15k to defend from something that didnt even happen. Why the FUCK does a 16 year old girl have the power to ruin my life. I am a shell of my former self, physically and personality wise. I constantly smoke weed to forget about my problems and finally relax. She faced no punishment and it fucking eats at me. ​ Thanks so much for listening. Maybe this is the first step of moving forward. ​ Edit: Thank you all so much for the kind words, I really appreciate it. It saddens me to hear some people have similar experience but maybe getting these stories more out there will help it come to a stop. Thanks again <3 ", "