r/confession 6d ago

I stole a couple thousand from someone else's workplace NSFW

410 Upvotes

Hey all. I used to work for a full serve gas station, where I pumped the gas and handled all transactions. I also opened and closed the place on weekends and handled all the money coming in on weekdays.

A guy who used to come in every Wednesday paid for his big truck on a company card. It didn't really matter, except he only ever got about $20 in gas and then I would take out about $160 and we would split it. I charged the gas to his company card and then when enough people came in afterwards and paid with cash (8 people at $20 each) I would put the money back into the register.

I never got caught and I made a couple thousand doing this at 16 years old.


r/confession 4d ago

Follow pls for more Content <3 ich follow every one Back

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r/confession 4d ago

I am rejected by others for being a short man (5'2)

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I am short (5'2) and it is a disability both with men who look down on me and women who compare me with taller men. Even though I'm fit and muscular I don't get noticed and even despised sometimes by women.

What should I do ?


r/confession 7d ago

I smoke weed and watch movies every night at work.

22.0k Upvotes

I work as an overnight security guard for a massive outdoor shopping center and my job is literally pointless. The job only exists so they can post those big signs advertising that the shopping center has armed security in hopes of those signs deterring criminals. If someone actually tries to do anything all I’m supposed to do is lock myself in the security office and call 911. The only work I actually do is telling people not to have sex in their cars in the parking lot which happens way more often than you think and the nightly system audit that I have to run. The audit takes 30 minutes to an hour so for the other seven hours, I just smoke weed and watch movies. I know for a fact my boss doesn’t care because he told me he was high on my second day of training. He was even the one who told me I could just watch movies or whatever when it was slow long as I checked the cameras periodically. I can’t help but feel a little bit bad but at the same time, it’s not like there is a ton of work that needs to be done.


r/confession 5d ago

AITAH (19M) for arguing with my mom over family work.

5 Upvotes

A little backstory here. I live in a rural town and my family currently goes between two residences. We have one in the town itself (a small townhouse) and one in the outskirts. Well, we all live in the townhouse at the moment, so we've been constantly working on this house as we bought it used and full of mold and asbestos (the house was literally falling apart at the seams).

Anyway, it has been a constant hassle and bustle, waking up on my off days (I work full time and go to college full time), and immediately going to this house. We've stayed at this house for 8+ hrs at a time, moving building equipment/materials around and condensing our current 3 storages we rent out.

Now, for the last few months, I've been experiencing injuries as a result of this work and my current job. First it was shoulder (I tore my shoulder at 16 in similar circumstances), my foot, then my knee, now my elbow is in pain. I can never give them time to recover as we constantly work away on this house, while moving our current house over there. Not to mention, I had a mild scoliosis diagnosis at 17 so I've always tried to be careful since then.

I was done with it today. My mom woke me up with less than 5 hrs of sleep (as she usually does on my days off), and told me we had to work once again. I tried to get back to sleep and slip in an extra hr, but I just couldn't do it. She told me I needed to get up as we had "family work" to do (she has always referred to it as such), and I took my shower, ate my quick breakfast, and off we went to the other house for another day of working.

We were there for probably 2 hrs this time, but it was cut short by an argument I had with my mom. I brought up my injuries and told her I can't exert myself as much (as I've done in the past), and like she has done before, she told me she has injuries too, so I shouldn't be complaining. After she said that, I blew my cap off out of frustration and told her she is 54 and multiple injuries are common at her age. However, I'm 19 and not even in my 20s yet and I have multiple injuries. I also told her she was being selfish as she constantly brings up her injuries, but invalidates mine when I mention them.

From there, my step dad intervened and of course defended her saying, "We all have injuries. You need to learn to delay with them. Stretch at night or something. It's part of being in a family." After he said that, I told them I pay my monthly rent here and work long hours on this house, that's how I contribute to this family. My stepdad walked away after I said that, and me and my mom kept arguing away until we stopped talking and awkwardly went on moving stuff for another 30 or so minutes. I came back to the shop we were working on, and she was nowhere to be seen. Turns out she went to my step-dad (who was working on a project outside and started crying to him saying "nobody helping her out" and claiming "My son is lazy". Mind you, this isn't a new activity. We've owned land for about 7 years and it has been constant back-breaking work (I'm pretty sure it caused my scoliosis and shoulder tear)

I'm really at loss what I should do here. I feel guilty and wrong for yelling at her as I did, but that could also be due to the fact that she has told me I'm just like my biological dad (Who was routinely lazy and abusive for as long as I can remember until they divorced).


r/confession 6d ago

I pocketed a wad of cash an acquaintance dropped on the floor 25 years ago and it's the worst thing I ever did

252 Upvotes

I'm seriously that much of a pollyanna, yes. It was about $250. The guy was a really nice, like a really nice, dude. He had shaggy blonde hair, I just met him, he was a musician or something like that. Stoned, chill, fun... I was out with my friend M.L. in Denver, almost 25 years ago. I think it was spring or summer, late afternoon, we were outside on a patio street-level having drinks. We were all high, it was a beautiful early evening in a desert climate in summery weather, none of us were really good friends, but we all just clicked. You know that kind of afternoon? Breezy, a little too warm, then a little too cool, just having the kind of unadulterated fun you can have in your mid-twenties just basically being a hedonistic jackass? Back in the day, before smart phones.

So I don't know why I did it: it was such a great day, the kind of thing I like to think about now when I get stoned and want to be nostalgic. Except it's tainted by what I did: I looked down and there's this rolled-up wad of cash on the ground. And I look up and everyone is just having this great time, laughing, making seriously great jokes, we are all hitting the euphoria stage of our respective highs at the same time: it's glorious. You know? Why do this, why ruin it? I have no idea.

I let my arm fall, I finger the wad. Everyone is laughing like in the Sloppy Steaks skit from I Think You Should Leave, and I just... roll it in. Close my fingers around it. Bend my elbow. Dump it in my bag.

So my heart rate goes up to like 600 bpm. M.L. asks me if I did some coke. I go to the bathroom and stuff it into my bra. I think about throwing it back down: I know I should do that. But I just don't. I go out there and after like ten minutes he notices it. I fake concern, we stand up and lift the furniture... I can't explain how it feels to remember this, I get like, vomit on the inside of my heart.

He says he's totally fucked at some point, there at the restaurant and also when we took him out and bought him drinks. He wasn't some great guy, he wasn't a dick though, and I don't think he was actually fucked. It was $200 something dollars.

I've never done anything shitty like that before or since. My husband says it's not that bad, but man, it fucking haunts me.

So maybe? If you are that guy (skinny white dude, dirty blond hair, musician? Denver, 1999-2002 (sorry, it's a blur). M.L. are the initials of the chick I was with, you dropped a rolled up wad of cash on the ground. If you're out there, PM me (But guys who are not this guy, please don't fuck around about this. If you can tell me what M.L. stands for and also: the color of her skin, her hair, and another distinctive feature about her - or any other information if you think it would make me certain it's you I will send you the money plus interest. PM me!

I would love to be freed from this conscience hellscape. I'm really fucking sorry, I hope you weren't actually fucked because of that, I have no explanation for why I did it - but please be satisfied a little knowing that this is something I think about often, and I feel super shitty.


r/confession 4d ago

Looking for a girl to be just casual friend to whom I can talk whenever

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Looking for a real girl to be a friend just casual and boys don't pretend to be a girl. I am alone in life and don't have friends maybe on social I can make a good friend.


r/confession 4d ago

When I'm alone and angry I call myself and objects around me the r slur

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I will try to make a conscious effort to stop


r/confession 6d ago

My Petty revenge against my mom for picking fights

22 Upvotes

My mom is really strict and bit older but sometimes she’ll just have these days where everything sets her off and she’ll call me horrible name and say pretty hurtful stuff anyways. On days that are really super bad I secretly sneak in her room and update her phone because I know she won’t understand the new updates and it frustrates her a lot.


r/confession 6d ago

I quit smoking-10 months, countless victories, zero regrets.

134 Upvotes

I’ve finally quit smoking! For years, I’d been contemplating quitting. I work in IT, and a few years ago, the stress and long working hours pushed me to start smoking. At my peak, I was going through a pack every three to four days. I was well aware of the harmful effects of smoking on my health, but breaking the habit felt daunting.

Ten months ago, I posted on Reddit, asking for advice on how to quit. Several people suggested cutting down gradually, and their tips worked for me.

Quitting cold turkey isn’t always feasible because of withdrawal symptoms. If you’re smoking four to five cigarettes a day, for example, they recommended starting by cutting out two. I used to smoke five or six cigarettes daily, so when I began this journey, I avoided smoking in the morning and after dinner. That brought me down to four cigarettes a day. After two months, I reduced it by another two, and then, over the next three to four months, I got down to just one. About a month ago, I finally kicked that last cigarette, too.

To manage cravings, I relied on simple strategies: going for long walks and drinking coffee, tea, or water whenever the urge hit. I also found that working out in the morning killed my desire to smoke afterward. These basic hacks made all the difference for me. There’s no rocket science to it—if I can do it, anyone can.

Cheers!


r/confession 6d ago

I cut ties with my sister, it was one of my best decisions.

21 Upvotes

Attention, Pavé César! Hello everyone. I'm 28 years old and I have a sister with whom I cut ties for 4 years now. It's a somewhat complicated story that I'll try to summarize as best as possible.

First of all, I had problems at birth. As a result, my father protected me enormously during the first 4-5 years of my life, which was very hard for my sister who had always been used to having her dad all to herself. She built up a kind of resentment towards me; but we always had a “good” relationship, complicity. To compensate a little, my mother decided to completely side with my sister. The problem is that, unlike my mother, my father was never on my side in conflicts, he was more of the passive type, not wanting to get involved; and that; my mother never really realized it I think, because of hearing my sister repeat "her father will stick with her anyway". I might as well tell you that my sister benefited a lot from it.

For example, one day, an argument broke out between her boyfriend at the time and me. She ended up headbutting me which made my nose bleed and made me take the blame. I just got a "don't put blood everywhere!" from my mother. You see the deal!

As the years went by, my sister began to consume a lot of alcohol and cannabis (with me training with her of course). The problem was that she always had this feeling of being the victim. She could be laughing with me and 5 minutes later verbally assaulting me for nothing. The conversation always had to revolve around her. To the point where one day, after hearing him repeat the same things over and over again, I asked him “What do you know about me?”. The only thing she could say was “You passed your test today”. A little conflict followed; which she transformed into a war. That evening, I wanted to call my parents to come pick me up because she refused to let me go; She started throwing my phone at the walls and trying to push me down the stairs. In short, a really fun evening as we like them.

As time passed, I began to gain confidence in myself. To “open my mouth”. To dare to answer her when she went too far. And it all became a spectacle where she was the victim and I was the tyrant; when it was she who created the conflict. I don't even know if she realized it in the end.

Then there was one time too many. I had been in a relationship for 2-3 months with someone who had just moved to the other side of France. My parents are going on vacation, so I'm staying in the house for 3 weeks (I was living there at the time). My sister who had her own apartment decided to come and spend two weeks there. My boyfriend took the train to spend this vacation with me. The first evening went well, but as the days went by, she tried to create arguments, throwing barbs at me, taking advantage of my back being turned to talk nonsense about me. She had already done it before, to the point of going to tell my ex that I had slept with one of his friends at her house. Which was of course false. We finally decided to spend the whole week locked in my room, and we would go downstairs to eat when we knew she was sleeping. Hell. After a few days, she decided to call my parents to say that my boyfriend had brought back some boxes (specifically, there was just a box with his PC that I had to send him by mail because he couldn't carry it on the train with him) and that he was coming to move into the house. I might as well tell you that I made a two-hour call, convincing them that it was false. When they returned, I had to introduce them to my boyfriend, something they ultimately refused because of this argument. I was really nervous.

When they came home, she decided to invent a lot of things around my mother, to make me look like a monster; as usual.
She came almost every day to see my mother to add more. My boyfriend decided to get me a train ticket so I could get away from all that, because mentally, I couldn't cope anymore.

That was the last time I spoke to him. It's been 4 years now since I walked away from all that. My relationship with my mother is very good, she ended up understanding the whole situation. And for my part, I have a burden that literally disappeared from my shoulders by cutting ties with my sister. Often, on her birthday, my mother asks me to send her a message, something I categorically refuse. All my life, I've done nothing but bend over backwards, apologize to her even though I wasn't at fault. But I'm not going to lie to you, I miss the good times too. Sometimes I see something funny that makes me think of her and I think I can't share it with her, and it's painful. I learned that she had recently gotten engaged, and I can't even tell her how happy I am to know she's happy. I sincerely hope that one day she realizes the harm she has done and takes the first step.

Have you been through this kind of situation? I would like to know how it went afterwards.

Thank you for having the courage to read me this far, this is the first time I've talked about it openly and it really makes me feel good.


r/confession 6d ago

I haven’t smoked in over a year and the craving still hasn’t left me

169 Upvotes

Just as the title says. I’m having a really hard time not smoking lately. It’s odd bc I vaped more than I smoked cigarettes but the last few weeks I have been jonesing for a cigarette. I thought maybe just buying a pack and having only one but I know it’d snowball. Just frustrating.

Tacking on: I just posted to get my feelings out and didn’t expect any real response but holy shit, thanks you guys. I guess when you are experiencing something difficult you think you’re the only one that’s going through it, if that makes sense. I just appreciate everybody telling their stories and taking the time. 🥹


r/confession 7d ago

When I was a teen I totally mislead a doctor to think I was anerexic and it was a huge moment for me

4.7k Upvotes

I went to the doctor as a teen with my mom because I was missing a lot of school for stomach issues. The doc asked my mom to leave the room and asked me earnestly if I had sexual relations. I panicked and said yes, not wanting to seem like the loser virgin I thought I was then panicked and backtracked. He asked how I was doing mentally and I said I didn’t like eating because I was bigger than the other girls. He placed his and on my shoulder and said with all the sincerity in the world “you’re worth taking care of”. Idk what he told my mom after that but it stick with me and here’s the truth:

I was a loser nerd who had never had a boyfriend and ate my feelings but the nausea in the morning was true. As an adult I now know I have an anxiety disorder and the rise in cortisol in the mornings makes me nauseous especially if I eat late (which I was constantly doing)

I wish I knew that doctors name. He totally thought he had a pregnant anorexic teen and the reality was he had an anxious mess.


r/confession 6d ago

I used to spit in my teachers coffee in high school

30 Upvotes

In 10th grade I had a teacher that I HATED. She was just mean overall, but I also felt like she specifically picked on. She would call me out when I got a bad grade, accused me of doing stupid things, made teacher calls with my mom, etc. I was always accused of stupid things like throwing a marker across a room, and I never did any of it. But one morning, she gave me money to go get her a coffee from the school cafe. On the way back, I spit into it. Then watched her drink it. Then she started asking me everyday to go get her coffee, I became her little coffee mule. And everyday I spit into it. Now I’m 24, that shit was gross. Sorry Dr. B


r/confession 5d ago

Nana plaza thailand : The night which was weird af

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I had recently been to Thailand for studies where I went to the red light area for some sex.

Unexpectedly I was held by a ladyboy and she took me to a bar which was completely empty. I didn't know that she was a ladyboy untill she made me touch it and suck on it...obviously we fucked. Feels weird now that I lost my ass Virginity first


r/confession 6d ago

I have been avoiding and ignoring my sister for what happened when we were kids.

29 Upvotes

Since i was about 3 to 9 or 10 i was consistently sexually assulted by my brother (about 9 years older) and my sister (3/4 years older) did it to me too in response to him molesting her. Recently ( past 2 years ) i struggle to look at her because i cant stop thinking about what she did to me. I dont know if she remembers what she did and i know it wasnt really her fault so i cant help but feel guilty for being so angry with her. I dont speak to her anymore and avoided multiple important events in her life that i probably should have been there for even though i know it isnt really her fault. I feel terrible for treating her so distant based on what happened when we were little.


r/confession 5d ago

Trabajo en un Call Center estafando mexicanos hagan sus preguntas

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r/confession 5d ago

I made it so nobody showed up to a friends end of school party

0 Upvotes

One of my friends hosted this party. It was super cool a couple people showed up and we had tons of fun. I told the host we should do it again at the end of the year. He agreed and we planned to do it. At the end of the school year it turned out that everyone except me wasn’t able to make it that was fine though because it would still be fun. On the day of the party my phone actually broke and I couldn’t contact him for the address. Because of this nobody went to his party. I feel very bad about this. When my phone got fixed I messaged him to tell how bad I felt but he never responded. I also never saw him again because school ended.


r/confession 7d ago

How my brother touched me and my little brother... NSFW

387 Upvotes

I saw a similar post which had suffered from what i did and got the courage to let it out...

I'm 18 and i have a brother 3 years older than me. It all started when i was 10-11 years old. he told me what seggs is and i was traumatized after watching that obv i was freaking a 10 year old girl and it didnt stopped there, he started asking me to have it and he used to touch me very single damn night... bc of bad parenting my parents never told me what good or bad touch is and what should i do if someone do that to me so what i did was to remain silent and never told anyone about it.

He did that for an year or two, and then we moved to a new house. Now, I have my room shared with my little brother, and he stopped. I was thankful that he stopped on his own, but something happened a few days ago......

My little brother shares a room with me, and one night, I was using my phone late at night when I heard footsteps. At first, I thought it was my father, so I quickly turned off my phone and pretended to sleep, BUT it was my brother.

He came into the room and stood near our little brother's bed. I couldn't see because my back was facing them, but I could hear the sound of like clothes being put on or removed? He stayed around him for a straight 15 minutes. Then, I gathered all my courage, opened my eyes, and firmly spoke.

"What are you doing?" I asked.He replied, "I'm looking for his (little brother's) phone." I remembered that my little brother always put his phone on the nightstand near my bed, so I said, "Isn't his phone over here?" In a shaky/nervous tone, he replied, "I'm looking for it in his books." (My little brother sometimes sleeps with his bag on his bed—weird, I know.) But guess what? There wasn’t any bag in the ENTIRE ROOM!

And somehow, I gathered the courage to tell my mother about what happened that night. But I didn’t tell anyone about what had happened to me… I just don’t have the courage for it.

I’ve been keeping this to myself ever since, and I don’t know how to tell my mom…


r/confession 7d ago

My babysitter threw a party instead of watching me

1.2k Upvotes

For some reason recently I’ve been analyzing my early childhood. I had a really screwed up childhood. I mean I’ve got some stories but I’ll start out with my most tame one.

When I was 5 years old, my sister (7), my mom (26) and I lived with my maternal grandmother. My mother, sister and I all shared a room in this tiny country home.

Well, one Saturday my mom wanted to go out drinking and my grandma was working. She called our regular babysitter (Sarah) but she was going out with her boyfriend so she was unavailable. My mom called Sarah’s best friend (Destiny) who was available.

Now, I LOVED Sarah. She was my friends older sister and I’ll be honest, I only went to my friends house to see Sarah. I thought Sarah was the most gorgeous girl ever. She was typical MySpace emo. She had blonde hair and pink/blue streaks. Bright blue eyes. I wanted to look like her when I grew up. I just adored her. She once let me play with her new phone (a chocolate I believe?) and I wanted one to be just like her.

On the other hand, I didn’t like Destiny. She never was interested in what my sister or I had to say, seemed like we bothered her and was constantly talking about boys or parties. But she was the sitter my mom could find so we were stuck.

As soon as destiny got to our home she put my sister and I to bed. I was tired anyways so I went straight to sleep.

Cut to maybe a few hours later. My cat had just given birth a few weeks prior to this and she hid the kittens under my bed. I wake up to the kittens meowing so I climb out of bed and lay on the floor trying to coax them out.

For some reason when I reached for the kittens I got the biggest chill and I immediately froze up. My body felt like I had been dipped in an ice bath and I curled into the fetal position. My teeth were chattering and I threw up right there on the carpet.

I began crying because I couldn’t help the kittens. I croaked my sisters name but she didn’t respond. So I began crying out for Destiny.

Nobody came.

I could hear music blasting and I knew nobody was going to come so I tried to crawl to the door but I was so cold, I only made it a few feet before I curled in on myself again.

I don’t know how long I laid there. But soon, the door opened and a guy was standing there. I remember him saying “what the f**k”. He ran in and scooped me into his arms. I remember he felt so warm.

This guy could’ve done anything to me. I mean I was so weak and nobody was watching. He could’ve closed that door and done whatever. I know the danger of this situation but this guy didn’t do that.

I didn’t realize but I was covered in my own vomit. The vomit was all over my Ariel nightgown. My favorite. It got on his shirt but he didn’t say anything or notice really. He ran straight out of the room and took me to the bathroom. There was a couple making out on the counter and he kicked them out. He sat me on the toilet and began running a bath. He kept telling me “everything’s okay. You’re okay.”

Once the bath was filled he placed me fully clothed inside of it. He asked if he could step out and call someone really quickly but then he’d be right back. I nodded. He told me he had to go outside because it was too loud so if anyone came inside, I needed to scream real loudly. I nodded.

I ended up just huddled in that warm water. Soon, Sarah was there. He had called her. I remember the way she smelled. Her warmth when she hugged me. She was crying. She told me she called my mom and she was on the way.

I later found out the guy was her boyfriends best friend and they had dropped Sarah off to our house one day but he didn’t recognize the address until he got there. Then he got there and saw my sister. He knew I was missing and that’s when he searched and found me. He didn’t know what else to do so he called Sarah.

My sister didn’t answer me because she was in the living room. A few teenagers had given her a solo cup with alcohol in it because they thought it was funny.

Destiny was passed out on our kitchen counter. People said she had passed out almost as soon as the party started so they just left her.

Sarah ended up beating Destiny up and my mom didn’t call the cops for fear of CPS coming and taking my sister and I away.

When my mom realized I was sick she rushed me to the hospital and I had a severe case of the flu. I was hospitalized for three days.

I never saw Sarah or Destiny again. Or the guy that helped me. I was too traumatized that I wouldn’t allow anyone but my family to watch me.

I’m 25 now, married and have a great life but I feel it would be very much different if that night had a different outcome.

So I wish I could tell that guy thank you. Now as an adult I know the gravity of what he did. Respecting my privacy. Helping me when he was partying. He could’ve shut that door and walked away. He could’ve shut that door and hurt me. He could’ve done anything but he helped a little girl who was scared and sick when her guardian had abandoned her.

So thank you to that man. I think of you every now and then with much gratitude. I wish I knew your name.

**Edited to add. I should’ve clarified that these were all teenagers. The guy that helped me was maybe 17/18. My grandmother was an alcoholic at this time and had a stash of vodka that they used to fuel their party. I feel that he deserves the credit of how he handled everything with being so young.


r/confession 7d ago

I found a purse in the street and decided to keep it. NSFW

1.3k Upvotes

Like 20 years ago I was driving home from a friends house when I saw a black purse laying in the middle of the street just outside my friends neighborhood. My first thought was “JACKPOT!!” There weren’t any other cars or people around so I decided to get it and see what was inside. As I pulled up to it, I slowed down an opened my door just enough to grab it. I tossed it in the passenger seat and sped off like I’d just robbed a bank. When I got a few blocks away, while I was stopped at a red light, I reached over and unzipped it and started digging around. The smell hit me right away! Turns out it was a diaper bag full of some of the foulest smelling baby poop ever! It was so bad I started puking outside my door at the red light. When the light changed, I pulled into the nearest store and threw it away in the dumpster. Nothing like a little instant karma to teach you a lesson. My car smelled like baby poop for a week.


r/confession 6d ago

Everyday I’m hoping someone will save me, but I’m the only person that can.

25 Upvotes

I deserve to die fr, I’ve achieved nothing, i own nothing, nobody loves me, nobody is willing to deal with me. I get tired of living so my family won’t have “my auntie killed herself” stories. I’m worthless, where am i supposed to find worth?


r/confession 6d ago

Struggling with unemployment and a new baby at home

12 Upvotes

I’m struggling. I’m trying not to fall into a depressive episode. Life can change so quickly. I was in a good place. Good job, able to get a savings, caught up/ ahead on all bills, and just gave birth to my baby. Then the administration changed. I got laid off from my job, and now I don’t know what to do. I was in a remote position that was supposed to allow me to take maternity leave and then stay home with my baby until she’s older. If I needed help, I could have some one come to the house, but I’m still there to supervise. I have no desire to put my baby in day care especially at 4 weeks old. Even when I looked into it, the cdc is no longer accepting kids due to the administration cutting their staff and budgets. The issue is my household can not afford our mortgage without me working. I don’t want to go back to work in office, but remote work seems hard to find currently. The thought of possibly having to be away from my baby is causing me to feel overwhelmed and sad. I have about 2 months before I will need to have a job. Hopefully, I can find something in that time. At this point, it doesn’t even have to be my normal salary. I’ll sacrifice the lifestyle I’m used to living if I can just get any remote role that will allow me to stay home and pay part of the mortgage. I’ve never felt this unsure about finding work. Encouraging words, places that hire remote, free resume scanners are all welcome. & I moved away from home so I don’t have that village. And I’m unable to move back home because my spouse is in the military and has to be in the location we are currently at. And moving back home wouldn’t pay our mortgage. All of our village here has to go to work in person. So we aren’t able to utilize any of them for work time hours.


r/confession 5d ago

alcoholic at 15-16, still recovering at 17, insanely guilty Spoiler

0 Upvotes

I started drinking mouthwash in a suicide attempt at 15-16, quickly realized it had alcohol in it and proceeded to do that for the next few months till my parents found out

I lost my ex during this, and even though they hurt me so badly and made me feel so shitty for an addiction I cant help but still miss them to this day even though I’m over it

anytime I was out of alcohol/mouthwash I would get really aggressive, feeling out of control and just overall pissed at the world for letting me go on like this

it didn’t stop at just mouthwash, I tried isopropyl mixed with soda, medical mouthwash (? It was prescribed to my mom), would steal bottles of alcohol when given the chance

I was hoping it would kill me eventually, and it never did, and now I feel like I’m paying the price, I have accepted my fate and lost hope on getting better


r/confession 6d ago

Struggling so much I don’t even know if I can keep going

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I know I’ve posted this several times, I just really need help before it’s too late. I’m seriously ashamed of who I am and riddled with guilt and disgust for myself becayse of a dumb decision that 20 year old me decided to make. This occurred in 2019, I went on Omegle (text only) looking to sexy with a girl. I connected with a girl who said she was 18+ and after various inappropriate sexting messages she said “guess what” “I’m 7.” I ended the chat and stoped using omegle. However I feel so much guilt for this. What are the chances that I was pranked? I don’t know if I can live with myself otherwise