Hey, what's up guys?

And welcome back to another Reddit confessions video.

And I'm excited because today's confessions are deranged and disturbing, as the title says, and I will continue to give my opinions on them since you guys liked it enough last time.

And comment down below if you agree with my opinion on the confession.

Should they be guilty?

Are they guilty?

Should they feel bad about themselves or is it OK?

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So without further ado, let's get into some deranged Reddit confessions.

I knocked a homeless guy unconscious because he tried to take my latte.

Nobody will ever know but me.

I started a new job just over a year ago.

I work 7 to 3 most days and I don't own a car so I usually walk from my apartment to my place of work.

The walk to work is mostly on main streets, but there is one alleyway that I take to my to make my walk 5 minutes shorter.

Next to this alley is a coffee shop.

My city has a noticeable homeless population and there are some people who hang out along the streets asking for food, money, etcetera.

They are mostly harmless, they don't get in people's way or harass anyone as far as I know.

But there is one guy, we'll call him Bob for simplicity, who hangs out outside of the coffee shop most days waiting for someone to buy him a coffee.

For years I've been in the habit of treating myself to an iced latte every Friday.

So on my first Friday on the job, I naive, bought this man a coffee when he asked me to.

Not realizing the big mistake I made, I bought him an 8 oz hot black coffee, the cheapest item on the menu, and myself my usual 20 oz latte.

When I exited the coffee shop, before I could hand Bob his drink, he snatched my drink and walked off before I could blink.

From that day on, every time I pass the coffee shop, Bob would catcall me and yell at me to buy him a coffee.

Occasionally he would even follow me down the alley and try to take my belongings.

I felt very threatened because that early in the morning there weren't many people around there on the street, which I think is why he did it.

When I passed that place in the evening, he usually didn't say anything as more people around.

Usually Bob was completely harmless, but he followed me down the alley more than a few times, occasionally trying to take my belongings or my latte.

About a month after I started my new job, I bought my latte and walked down the alley.

Bob followed me down the alley, only this time he managed to get really close to me and reached out to snatch the latte from my hand.

Before I could think, my other hand hit his jaw.

The thing is, I'm a pretty big girl, 511 and 155 lbs.

I run and lift weights, so I'm athletic too.

I've never hit someone outside a classroom setting, but I have some martial arts experience so I know the knockout points and can throw a good punch.

I once knocked out a strong 280 LB man on accident during a class, so it was no surprise that this guy went out cold hitting the side of a building on his way down.

I think I saw blood on his face, but I'm not sure because I kept walking.

Nobody saw.

There are no windows facing the alley and we were far from the main roads.

Since it was just past 6:00 AM, not many people were out, even on the main roads.

My actions that day were rash and I am in no way suggesting anyone do something similar because you never know who is watching.

That said, I haven't seen this guy anywhere near the coffee shop.

I highly doubt that I killed him, but I think I scared him off.

I'm not sure how crime investigation stuff works, but it's been a year and I've heard nothing.

As far as the world knows, I am an innocent and I plan on taking the secret with me to the grave.

Update After reading some comments, I want to respond to some common threads.

One, since the incident I have stopped taking the shortcut to work and instead take the main roads.

An extra 5 minutes isn't worth getting robbed lol.

There's usually at least somebody on those roads who will see if someone tries anything, and the buildings all have windows.

I've also invested in pepper gel since it's better for temporarily disabling an assailant rather than permanently injuring them.

In general, this incident has made me a lot more cautious and aware of my surroundings.

So far, an incident like this has not happened again.

Two, a bunch of people are saying this post is fake because there's no way someone as small as me can knock out a 280 LB man.

Have you all never seen A5 11155 LB woman?

I would attach a photo of myself if I could.

That would defeat the whole point of anonymity.

But if you want a reference for what I look like, I have a similar body to Katie Ledecky.

We're almost the same height and weight and she is not small.

I can bench my body weight and deadlift more than double my body weight.

Also, if you know anything about pressure point theory you know that no amount of muscle or size will protect someone if you hit certain points straight on.

When I knocked out the 200 and 3 LB man he was standing perfectly still right in front of me.

I was being directed where to hit by my instructor and I put too much power behind it and knocked him out.

It's hard to hit the points correctly in real time unless you have lots of experience.

I have about 2 1/2 years of experience but Bob was a lot more frail than that guy so he was easier to knock out even then if I didn't hit the point on his job perfectly and all.

Right guys, I've read a lot of comments on this post and a lot of people are saying she's innocent and I would have to agree with her because I mean, it's not smart for her to walk

down an alleyway at 6:00 in the morning.

A lot of bad stuff could happen.

But this guy, this homeless guy was getting way too close.

He was, like she said, multiple times trying to take her belongings and that's just not OK.

And I think it's safe to say that him or her punching him that in this scenario is OK.

And I wouldn't suggest doing it.

I wouldn't.

It's not OK that she did it, but it's better than the alternative of her getting hurt, robbed or stolen from again.

So I think in this certain scenario, it's not her fault and it's justified and it's a decent confession to not tell anyone because you would probably go to jail for assault.

But interesting confession, Marrying for money sucks and I do not recommend it.

I married a 40 year old when I was 19, started dating when I was 17.

Yes it was gross but that's what happened.

The only reason he married me is because I was hot.

The only reason I married him is because he had money.

I actually do have other redeeming characteristics, but he married me because I was hot.

I know this, everyone knows this, It doesn't feel great but I can deal with it.

We've been married 20 years, 4 kids so we are stable and we have lots in common at this point and we do love each other.

But if I could go back and slap myself I would.

When nobody tells you or they try and you don't listen because you're a dumb ass teenager, is that marrying like this means you will fucking owe him for everything.

Every goddamn day.

Not just in the bedroom, but in every other matter in your life.

The stuff you never imagined someone else trying to decide for you.

And you don't just owe him for the money.

It's a lot heavier than that.

He'll never say it out loud, but you'll know the deal.

Fundamentally unequal.

He'll pull rank at the most random times and it'll make you feel like you're falling through the floor.

I don't hate my life or anything.

I accept that I made this bed and I have to lie in it, but I wouldn't recommend it to anyone else.

My oldest daughter is 2 years younger than I was when I met my husband and I can't imagine.

And all right, this one doesn't have a lot to input on, but I think it's good advice for any of you guys out there.

And you're considering marrying young?

This person wouldn't recommend it.

I think that's a good set of rules.

So who knew?

Snook can teach you some life lessons and that's what you subscribe to this channel for.

But anyways, on to the next one.

Having a family is so incredibly overwhelming and exhausting.

Highly overrated.

I am so deep into and sick of my lifestyle as a mom and a wife.

I wish I could just quit.

I have severe and untreated ADHD so that probably makes everything so much more extremely difficult and complicated, but being motherly is no different.

Just thinking about cooking every day for the rest of my life literally makes me feel S word.

I know it may sound extreme but I cannot imagine doing this for much longer.

I feel trapped.

I wish I would have stayed true to myself and kept my promise to be the weird lonely animal lady.

I know it was my decision but I resent my husband for that sometimes and I feel like I'm ready to give up.

Update Thank you so much for all the replies this post has received.

I did not expect this many replies, good or bad.

I'm thankful for you all.

I really wish I could just chat with every single one of you for you to share more.

I'm aware that this issue is entirely my mental health, not my family.

For all you are telling me I should do my family a favor and just leave or abandoned them, no I won't.

It is not the right thing to do and I struggle with regret enough now.

Also I don't know why some people assume I hate my children.

I love them more than I have ever loved anything, would do anything to make their life better.

I literally want to K myself because I believe they will be better off without me.

I make supernatural efforts every day to make sure they are clean, fed, cozy, happy and comfortable even if I'm dying inside.

This probably should be a whole different posts and I will post about it all in the future.

But I do have significant lifelong trauma that I recognize I must address before my negative thoughts when I always found the thought of S word to be comforting.

But I now have little humans who depend on me so it really is not an option anymore.

I was able to get an urgent appointment and I'm really excited to start my healing journey.

Thank you all again.

And all right, thank God for that update or else that would be a very depressing post.

But I think this person is on the upward trend hopefully.

But in my opinion, I don't.

I think she has a lot of issues going on just from what I've read and that post and some of the comments.

But I think just the obvious thing to do is go get some therapy, talk to someone about those feelings because like she said, she felt a lot better after seeing all the comments because it makes you feel a lot better sometimes just to talk to somebody about how you're feeling.

But if you keep that all bottled up, it probably sucks.

Also, in the beginning she mentioned ADHD, so I think it would be a big help if she has severe ADHD to go get that medicated or talk to someone about that because that could also lead to feelings of everything she listed.

So I think she should go get some ADHD medications, not it doesn't have to be medication, but just talk to somebody about it and talk to a therapist.

I think she mailed the upper trend and thoughts.

Prayers to her.

I went to the doctor today and paid with cash.

I'm pregnant.

I'm 17 and pregnant.

I don't know who the dad is.

I went to a party a few weeks ago, 8 to be exact.

My best friend begged me to go with her saying that I was being too stuck up.

I've never been to a party before, mainly focusing on my clubs and work, and her words struck A chord with me so I went.

We were dancing together, drinking alcohol.

I'm used to like drinking since my parents introduced me and my siblings to it around 16 to 17 depending on how outgoing their kid is.

It's a safety precaution of hey, this is what it's going to feel like, don't go bumbling around the streets like this.

Not to say that they let us drink every day.

The most we get is a light buzz under their counsel and we only get that on special occasions.

That might have been unnecessary info, but I'm a mess right now and the only reason I have any grammar is because I'm typing this on my phone.

Anyway, I started getting drunker and drunker and my friend peeled away from me at one point and this guy slid up to me.

I can't remember what we talked about, but he was kind of cute.

I know that I danced with him at one point.

The rest of it's a fucking blur and I can't remember anything else.

I woke up naked with him in the guest room and that's about it.

My best friend told me later that I told her that I found a Hawkeye and to not look for me or some shit like that.

When I spoke to him he said yeah we had sex, asked if we use a condom and he said he thinks we did.

He ends up dropping the bomb that he has a girlfriend and to not mention this to her.

I'm hungover and I'm so confused and I just had sex with someone for the third time in my life and can't remember shit so I just left after I got my clothes back on.

I missed my period.

Felt different.

It's hard to explain but I felt so weird.

No morning sickness or anything that the articles say but just an awkward feeling.

I thought it was just stress from work or maybe getting sick.

My periods are normally very punctual.

They start early in the month and then three days in.

I did not get my period for 8 fucking weeks and thought it was stress.

I'm such a fucking idiot.

Like how did I not see any signs or some shit?

Then I thought about it all.

I decided that I didn't want to use store bought test because the ones in the store around where I live aren't very good.

I've heard a lot of people buying them and the tests saying they're pregnant when they're actually not.

So today I went to the doctor and didn't use any insurance so that my parents didn't get any notifications or some shit.

I don't know how that works but I didn't want to take any chances.

I explained to him everything and he told me that they test me.

Surprise surprise, I've got a baby in my uterus.

What the fuck am I supposed to do?

I'm sitting in my fucking car and I was scrolling on Reddit because I'm chronically online and saw the confession board and I just needed to tell someone, anyone.

So I want this account and here I am.

I don't know if it makes sense anymore because nothing does.

I'm pregnant and I'm 17 and I don't even know the guy's name but I'm pregnant with this fucking kid and he has a girlfriend apparently and I'm pissed off that my friend let me go somewhere with a guy and I'm so fucking angry that I can't remember anything.

If anyone has advice or anything, I'm going to be in my car for a little while longer.

I don't think I'm going to A, mainly because I know that if my parents get pissed off, they'll still support their grandchild no matter what, and it isn't the baby's fault that their mommy is such a dumb ass when she gets blackout drunk apparently.

Sorry for this being so long, I just don't know anything anymore.

Edit I've been reading and commenting and yeah, you guys are really fucking awesome.

Genuinely this helps a lot with working out my thoughts to those who say into a word.

I completely understand that, but I don't think I want to about school.

I'm more than willing to graduate early, I have enough credits.

My friends last social life overall was shitty.

The friend I told you about the party was shit.

Was pretty much my only person I talked to adoption wise.

I think I'll look into that.

I think I'm being way too optimistic about the idea of taking care of a kid.

I just don't know.

I feel like sobbing but I feel like doing nothing at all.

I didn't get tested for anything transmitted but now that you guys brought that up I'll definitely schedule something because holy shit I didn't even think about that.

I have to go home.

If I stay out any longer then they'll get worried and I think I'll talk to my parents then.

I'm sorry for bringing this to Reddit and shit and I know I'm stupid about my choices and reasoning but I just wanted to get all of that shit off my chest.

Thank you guys again, I may or may not continue to reply.

If not, then I'm driving back home and all right, that's a very heavy post.

And she stopped posting in the comments shortly after that.

But a lot of people were commenting various different things, you know, the mix, some people to say a word, some people to adoption, some people to just keep the kid.

But that's a very heavy post and I don't really know how to comment on that.

But to be honest, as I was reading through a few of these, I think this I, I think I'll keep this confession series going on a little longer because it's very relatable for I think a lot of people and it's a lot of real life accounts.

And if this is relatable to any of you, we'll just make sure that you'll just make you know that you're not alone and stuff like that.

So I think I'll keep this confession series going because a lot of this can be more relatable.

And just for any of you guys out there watching this, you're not alone.

And yeah, I lied to get my current job and it pays really well.

I38F lied on my resume to land a job I wasn't qualified for.

The initial interview went smoother than expected.

My fabricated qualification seemed to impress them.

Before I knew it, I was advancing to the next round.

The job offer came and I accepted despite the sinking feeling in my gut.

As I stepped into the role, reality hit me hard.

I was drowning in tasks I had no idea how to handle.

Panic set in as I struggled to keep up with the demands of the job.

I sought help online, connecting with others in similar positions who generously shared their expertise.

Day by day, I learned the ropes through trial and error.

Slowly, I started to grasp the intricacies of the job.

The feelings of being overshadowed began to fade as my confidence grew.

I persevered, determined to prove myself worthy of the position.

15 years have passed since that fateful decision.

I'm now a master at my job, a testament to resilience and hard work.

The lie that got me in the door has transformed into a success story of my perseverance and growth.

A part of me is very proud of what I've been able to accomplish while the other side is disgusted with me for cutting corners.

I've never told anyone to besides my husband and even told me he doesn't believe I really did that.

Edit I'm a senior fraud analyst now.

Started off in collections and insurance disputes and OK, I think this person is completely fine and doesn't even need a confession to be honest.

Because sure, she lied, she cut corners, she got a job she wasn't qualified for, but at the same time she learned how to do it.

15 years later, she's still doing the job.

I think that is a testament for a lot of things.

I think it's better to go in over your head than the opposite because you can learn a lot going in over your head.

I mean, I didn't start making YouTube videos because I knew how to make the best YouTube videos.

I started off really bad and then slowly got better.

I mean, it's a lot to get into, but I think you can do that for anything and that's basically anything.

So that's kind of a motivation story almost, and I don't think it's necessary to be a confession because she didn't cause any harm to the company or anything else along those lines.

She only built the company and obviously got promoted, so good for her.

I often replace my alcoholic drinks with water without telling the people I'm drinking with.

I am 25, female.

I go out pretty often whether it be with my friends, husband or family.

In college I drank heavily every weekend.

My tolerance became pretty high and then I started dating a guy that would drink way too much every night.

So I started being the sober 1 so I could drive us home or each night.

Fast forward three to four years, I'm married to a different guy that drinks responsibly and I still have a place.

Maybe 90% of my drinks with water.

Or just straight up didn't add alcohol to my drinks but said I did to not get questions and to feel more included.

The people I drink with don't know this.

Last night my husband asked me to pour two shots of vodka, but I poured one and put water in my cup.

We cheers and drank them.

Then he wanted a mixed drink so I made vodka sodas, except mine was just soda.

Another time I was on my friend's boat and they're all plastered.

They were handing me white claw after white claw and I would sip on it here and there, but when no one was looking I'd pour mine into the water every so often so it looked like I was drinking them.

I don't really know why I do this to the extent I do.

I feel safe with the people I'm around, I just like being clear minded.

Drinking and feeling fuzzy is unsettling to me.

When I go out, especially if it's loud inside the bar, I'll quietly order with the bartender a Diet Coke or Sprite, then tell people it's a dragon coat or vodka Sprite.

I also don't want to be the girl that never lets loose and has a good time.

I have my fun in college and I like to know I can get everyone home safe by the end of the night.

Feels good to finally say something.

Thanks for reading.

Head it for more details.

I don't say I'm having alcohol unless people ask.

I don't brag around them saying I am not drinking when I'm not.

If people assume I am then great.

If they ask I just say it's something alcoholic.

I also only do this for a couple of drinks then actually just say I'm sobering up when I order a third or fourth so people know I'm not getting hammered.

The people I am around now don't drink a ton, but they do drink enough to need a ride every once in awhile.

The cost of white claw when you buy them in bulk is like 5 bucks.

No I don't feel bad for fake drinking 3 to 4 white claws and dumping them out whether I drink them or not and then they spend money on them or we did.

Usually cost of food, sauce drinks is split when we have a riverboat party.

Having 20 something people asking why you're not drinking is exhausting and annoying.

This was 1 instance I just used as an example.

Last thing I will genuinely have a glass of wine or a mixed drink here and there.

I'm not completely sober all the time.

I just don't drink a lot, that's all.

And OK, another one of these that it's just kind of I want to throw in here, I think it's kind of crazy, at least in America, I'm not sure in Europe or other places in the world why not Drinking is kind of taboo.

Almost like not drinking within social settings is very taboo and people will ask you about it, which I think is just kind of weird how kind of normalized drinking is.

And so this kind of brought up a good point.

So I like this confession even though it shouldn't really be on the confession.

I can't take the self diagnosed mental health issues anymore.

I'm A33FA DHD diagnosed one.

Got the diagnosis in 1996 after almost failing school.

The whole treatment I was subjected to was to help me control symptoms and live better in society, not inconvenience myself and others.

I have some real autistic friends with the same outlook now in the past goddamn seven years I have to listen to absolute nonsense in the Internet all the time.

A bunch of self diagnosed people that just use their made-up mental diseases as excuses that makes the community look so bad.

I can't tell any employers I have ADHD because they'll presume I will refuse to show up to work and say I have a mental illness and be a completely entitled and unmanageable mess.

I've seen people using ADHD to justify screaming with their partners, cheating, not delivering promises, being lazy, not putting any effort.

No please.

My roommate is a 26 year old, wrote me a message calling my hygiene concerning and me disrespectful because I left a dish in the sink overnight.

When I confronted her and said she can't talk to me this way she started crying like a big baby and said she doesn't know how to express herself because of her autism.

Is she a carde blanche for you do absolutely dickhead for with no consequence?

Now I have actual autistic friends.

They have issues looking me in the eye and no one wanted to talk.

But all of them, every single one can take accountability when you inform them.

I just can't take this shit anymore.

Another roommate would make my life miserable with every fucking little sound because he had misophonia.

Like the light switch sound in your room would make him pushing his.

Never went to a fucking doctor and now if I complain I won't live in a complete silence from 8.

I'm in the non accommodating monster.

There's no goddamn accountability and discomfort anymore.

Every possible inconvenient feeling now had it at CID.

Meanwhile I'm the only one actually mentally ill with years of therapy slash medication and I definitely wouldn't be caught dead doing shit like that.

I have dignity.

Doesn't matter if my ADHD makes it hard to remember shit.

It's my responsibility to write it down and make it.

I took a commitment.

Where is the accountability edit going to put an edit here I didn't think I would need.

If you're thinking well I'm self diagnosed and don't do those things then this post isn't for you.

This post is specifically about people that behave in that specific manner and cover it up with ACID, not all the mentally ill.

Also I'd recommend always trying to get a diagnosis because symptoms of understood.

DID mental issues like autism and ADHD manifest in everyone in different shapes and forms.

I've heard from three different friends that they're afraid they have ADHD because of executive dysfunction issues.

They were just burnt out.

Can be bad anxiety, can be trauma.

Different solutions.

I didn't realize skinny privilege was a thing until I went from obese to fit and I absolutely hate it.

So I, 21 female, have been on a weight loss journey since New Year's.

I went from obese 54 and 187 lbs to fit.

I remember when I was bigger I got treated awful even by some friends.

I got called a whale, was the punchline to a lot of fat jokes, was always talked over, told I was annoying, etcetera.

I was also told to go to the gym multiple times but when I did I was told to go home and eat a burger because we all know you're not going to stick to it by Jim bro.

Overall, I felt awful by myself and my mental health was in shambles.

The night before New Year's, my fiance 23 M and I got invited to a party.

When we got there my friend's boyfriend had already had too much to drink and out of literally nowhere he called me an annoying ugly fat bee and implied I was the Duff.

I started crying and realized enough was enough.

I've been called fat for the last time on New Year's.

I got my calories down to 1200 and started going to the gym five times a week.

Slowly the weight started to fall off, but gum will rapid the longer I was on the diet.

I also developed a pretty bad Ed and body dysmorphia along the way, but recovered after a few months of therapy.

Now in November I'm 129 lbs, having lost nearly 60 lbs.

I've been pretty overweight since I was about 13.

It was so used to the treatment I had prior that I had no idea how things would change for me.

I went from being talked over to everyone stopping and letting me talk.

I went from being called annoying to chill.

I went from being rejected by several men and even laughed at for having the audacity to shoot my shots man coming out to me and asking for my number.

I went from being the only one men didn't introduce themselves to to one of the first one that bars when my fiance and the other guys in our group would walk off and do their own thing.

I went from being called fat to beautiful.

I went from being invisible to notice essentially.

A treatment I've been getting for the past few months is nothing I've been used to, especially being bullied pretty badly in middle and high school.

And as much as I love being included now, I can't help but to feel awful for my bigger self.

I deserve the same love and respect when I was bigger because I'm the same person.

Now of the sudden that I'm skinny, I'm the center of attention and finally seen.

It makes me terrified to gain weight again and go back to being the Duff and treated so badly.

I wish society judged us on our inner beauty rather than our outer.

I did unfortunately find out skinny privilege was real and I absolutely hate it.

My girlfriend was poking holes in my condoms.

I am 25 and my now ex-girlfriend is F22.

We've been together for a few years and everything was going great until she started pressuring me to get married and have kids.

I wasn't ready for that kind of commitment, and I have made it clear to her.

However, she wouldn't let it go.

She kept bringing it up, trying to convince me that we should take our relationship to the next level.

I felt suffocated and stressed out by her constant nagging.

Then one day, I discovered something that completely shattered my trust in her.

I found her poking holes in the condoms we were using.

I was shocked and angry beyond words.

It felt like a huge betrayal of my trust in our relationship.

I confronted her about it and she tried to downplay it, saying she just wanted to speed things up because she knew I was hesitant about having kids.

But I couldn't believe her excuses.

I couldn't be with someone who would manipulate me like that, so I ended things with her.

It was one of the hardest decisions I've ever had to make, but I knew it was the right thing for me.

I couldn't stay with someone who didn't respect my boundaries, who would go behind my back like that.

Some of our mutual friends are saying I overreacted and that breaking up with her was too harsh, but I can't shake the feeling that I dodged a bullet.

And all right, wow.

I know I didn't add my kind of reaction to the past two, but this one was easy to add a reaction to.

I think it's insane that his mutual friends are saying he overreacted.

This is crazy.

How in any world is he overreacting, poking holes in his condoms?

Like come on, that is the complete, like almost not definition, but that is a complete lack of trust and just that is crazy.

And this guy did dodge a bullet and I'm glad he ended things because that lady's crazy.

I slapped the child in the face and then shoved him off his scooter.

I'm 25, so I have a beloved kiddie named Pixie.

She was around 4 when I found her on the street.

She had a rubber band tightened on her half her tail.

I spent two weeks feeding her until she was comfortable enough to let me near her.

She didn't trust anyone.

I took her in, cleaned her up, and got the dead portion of her tail amputated.

After five years, she finally warmed up to people.

She became so sweet and friendly.

It took her years to be comfortable around strangers.

Last month she was out for her daily stroll around the neighborhood and immediately came back in through the Kitty door 20 minutes later.

Usually she is out and about for about two to three hours.

She had two small holes in her chest and one near her butt.

She was completely frightened and was crying slash meowing.

She wouldn't even let me go near her for the 1st 5 minutes.

I knew for certain that she was shot with metal BBS.

I take her in my car and start driving to the vet but took a quick detour around the neighborhood.

I was going to take the long way to see if I can find the culprit.

Sure enough I see a kid on a scooter standing on a driveway with a CO2 powered BB gun aiming in the drainage cavity by the sidewalk.

I see cats in there all the time.

It was then I knew who the culprit was.

I parked the car, got out, walked over to him and said I'm telling your parents that you were shooting cats.

He replied they are pests.

They told me I could.

The smug little look on his face threw me over the edge.

I slapped the fuck out of this bitch and kick sweeped his legs out from under him and watched him fall flat on his ass.

I've been picked up this gun and smashed it on the ground.

A small part of me wanted to finish him off with a stomach kick for good measure, but I'm fucking 25 so I looked both ways before crossing the street and fucking bolted.

As I hopped in my car and speed away I heard him shrieking in the distance.

My Kitty was treated and she is doing OK.

She is a lot more skittish and spends less time outside.

Edit in case you're wondering, I'm pretty sure the cops were called.

When I came back I saw a few strolling around.

I was sure I was done.

I've never been in trouble or done shit like that.

Anyways, I drove by and literally nothing happened.

It's been a month.

I think I'm good and all right.

I this one's, I think this guy went a little bit too far to be honest.

I mean like he said he's 25 years old and he slapped the shit out of a kid and even considered doing more, broke his gun, broke his toy or whatever.

Like it's understandable you should not shoot a cat and especially someone's pet but if you're 25 a grown man, you can't be beaten up little kids.

And I'm surprised the cops didn't find where he lived or stuff like that because that's a pretty big offense in my opinion.

So I think let me know down in the comments below if you agree with me, but I think you went too far and should have just called the cops on the kid and not beat the shit out of them.

The woman I married is not the woman I have loved the most.

I've been with my wife for 14 years.

She's an amazing spouse, partner, and mother.

She's a great woman and I'm happy with the beautiful family we've made.

That being said, my one true love is a woman I was with right before I met my wife.

This woman and I dated for three years.

She changed my life with her love.

She introduced me to so much when we were together, everything was electric, I could listen to her talk for hours and just enthralled by her.

She was the only person I trusted enough to pour my heart out to.

Even my wife I can't do this with.

She was my perfect match, compatible in every way.

No one has made me laugh like her, made me feel pure unadulterated happiness as her.

And I've never been with a lover that I have felt as physically and emotionally connected as her.

If there are soul mates, she was mine.

In the short time we were together, we planned out our lives together forever.

Unfortunately, she needed to leave the country.

Her parents were killed in an accident, killing her father and leaving her mother in need of care.

I was serving military commitment fresh out of college and I couldn't go with her.

We tried to make it work, but when it came clear we wouldn't be together for another three years, she became more withdrawn after the accident and resented me for not being able to be with her.

I could feel the separation was slowly destroying us, so I set her free.

It broke me, but it seemed like the best thing for both of us.

I don't think I'll ever forget our time together.

As much as I love my wife, I know that love between us is not as real as me and my ex's love.

I married my wife out of convenience and I grew to love her.

A few years back, I got into contact with my ex again.

She was married too with kids.

But she has also never forgotten, is still in love with me and wishes things could have been different.

He talks sometimes.

Nothing is in it for inappropriate.

I of course would choose my wife and family over her anytime, but if I saw her in person again I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't be worried something inappropriate might happen.

My stepdad got in a fight to protect me and I feel different about him now.

Sorry if this doesn't belong here, I don't have anyone else I can tell.

I'm 19 and a guy.

My mom married my stepdad when I was 14 and we've always gone along.

My dad died when I was 11 and to be honest I'm still working through the relationship we had.

I've always had this fantasy that he was an amazing dad but if I'm honest he was abusive.

He made me fight a 13 year old when I was 10.

When I said I was scared he told me I was being a pussy.

When I didn't win he was disappointed at me.

When my mom married my stepdad we kept to ourselves at first but he's honestly twice the man my dad was.

It's hard to say that, but it's true.

The one thing he said to me before he married my mom was that he never hurt us and always protect us.

It's been five years and he's kept his promise.

He's always been amazing to my mom and me and I admit that he spoils me sometimes.

He'll take care of my chores for me and gets me whatever I want even though I didn't ask for it.

If he hears me talking about something, he'll just get it for me.

He always asks if I have enough money and if I don't, he'll transfer money into my checking account.

We don't really talk about personal stuff but he's always said I can talk to him about anything whenever I feel like it.

Today we were at the store and some older guy accused me of giving him a dirty look while we were in the parking lot.

I didn't know what he was talking about and told him I didn't even look at him, but he shoved me to the ground.

My stepdad jumped in so fast that I didn't even see what happened.

I heard him hit the guy and when I got up his asshole was on the ground looking scared and holding his nose.

My stepdad was shouting at him in a scary voice.

You don't ever put your hands on him.

He helped me up and the guy got back in his car and spit away.

After that he didn't want me to leave his sights in the store.

The whole way home he kept apologizing that he didn't step in earlier and telling me he never wanted me to see him fight.

I never even seen him get mad or raise his voice.

It was scary but it also made me feel so weird.

I can't explain it but it feels like I finally know how much he loves me.

We never say to each other but I always know how he feels.

When we got home I told him I love him for the first time.

He gave me the hardest hug I've ever had and I almost started crying.

I've lied to everyone in my life for 20 years that I'm Jewish.

I'm not Jewish, not even a little bit.

If you ask me any questions about Judaism I couldn't tell you, but still everyone thinks I'm Jewish.

It all started in high school, 11th grade.

I just moved from California to the South and it was a rough time.

I was called every horrible name in the book because they talked different and got the shit beat out of me multiple times.

Well, I slowly befriended some of the guys on the football team and my closest friend was the center, we'll call him Greg.

Now Greg is a super chill guy compared to everyone around him, but he's still very very racist and very open about all of his opinions.

Well one day I'm driving Greg and a few other football players home from school and he makes a comment about synagogues.

Without even thinking I mentioned that I've been to 1 and this is where it all started.

This prompted one of the other guys just joke that I was a Jew and trying to be chill.

Since these were the only friends I had, I went ha ha Yep I'm Jewish.

And then that's when it all went downhill.

Greg told everyone on the football team how his new friend from California was a Jew and they all believed it since most of them thought they were only Jews in California anyways and the football players spread that to the rest of the school.

At this point I still thought it was a joke and everyone was just jokingly call me Jewish so I just kept going with it.

Then I became known as the Jewish kid and started to actually become popular since everyone wanted to be friends with the different kid.

And the fact my dad had money IA lot compared to the poor area.

I went to school so I could afford to buy nice things and people tend to be attracted towards that and so being Jewish almost became my identity.

It became who I was so whenever someone asked my religion I just automatically told them I was Jewish.

Fast forward to the end of high school and the counselors are walking people through scholarship stuff.

My counselor calls me to his office and hands me a slip for $5000 Jewish American scholarship.

Now as soon as I read Jewish American scholarship I was going to walk out and throw it out, but he made me sit down and fill it out with him and then took it from me to submit it.

I felt horrible for even doing it, but some were relieved when I heard that they only give it to people who are also ethnically Jewish, so I knew I wouldn't get it.

I got it.

I received a letter in the mail saying I was chosen as the winner of this $5000 scholarship.

I got accepted to Dartmouth due to the fact that I worked my ass off in high school.

Was the valedictorian though my competition wasn't plentiful to say the least, but I never thought I would have been able to afford it.

But this scholarship was huge and helping me towards that.

I considered spilling everything, then declining the scholarship, telling everyone at school, telling almost every single form I filled out saying I'm not actually Jewish.

I decided to tell my dad and ask him for advice as he's always been a guy you can talk to him about anything whatsoever.

So I tell him everything.

I tell him about the joke, then the lie, then everything, and now the scholarship, which I hadn't told any of my family about because one, I never thought I'd get it, and two, they question why a very not Jewish person is getting a Jewish American scholarship.

And as soon as I told my father, he looked me dead in the eyes with the most serious disappointed face and then burst into tears laughing.

The way he reacted, it must have been the funniest thing he's ever heard in his life.

He told me he had gotten a letter in the mail asking if I was ethnically Jewish for a scholarship I had entered, and being the person he is, he just said the chance for college money and went Yep, Jewish.

And that was apparently all they need.

So my dad convinced me to keep the money and go to my dream college, and I did.

As soon as I arrived at university I was met with some people from the group that gave me the scholarship.

Some Jewish American organization funded by wealthy Israelis and they told me, enlisted me into all these Jewish clubs and they told me to get set up in the synagogue and I everyone there.

I'd later learn two of the people there would be my professors who were very Jewish.

And finally they told me they'd set me up with the whole Birthright thing where they fly American Jews out to Israel.

I was so shocked.

I was at my dream school.

Plus I was being hit with all of this.

It was too much.

I thought about coming clean a lot of times, but I feel like all the people around me would suddenly feel betrayed and leave me.

I became good friends with a lot of people in these Jewish clubs.

I bonded with my teachers a lot better since they believed I was Jewish.

I met the most beautiful Jewish girl who I met through her mother, when she came out to me in a cafe, asked if I was Jewish since I was with the local rabbi.

I said yes and she told me that I love her daughter.

We went on a date and instantly hit it off and I got a free trip to Israel.

All the while I was dealing with severe depression since I felt horrible every second of it.

Every day, in addition to the already enormous amounts of stress university puts on you.

I came so close so many times you just throw myself off a bridge or top building, but I could never bring myself to do it.

I managed to get all the way through 11 years of college to get my doctorate, got a job at a History Museum back on the West Coast.

Married that Jewish girl, had a Jewish wedding with her entire family and my 2 parents.

My dad had spilled the beans to my mom about two days after I told him.

She also found it equally as funny.

We've had three little Jewish babies.

The museum put me in charge of organizing and creating a huge Holocaust slash Jewish American history exhibit, even though that's not my specific field even in the slightest.

And in a few months when the current curator retires at the age of 96, I will hopefully be taking his place.

He's been training me for the job I've worked through the longest and I've made sure that I'm damn good at my job.

My life has turned out great, but deep down it will always haunt me that my entire life is built on a lie.

My kids lives, my life, my wife's life all came from a joke in a car 20 years ago.

I was never going to tell a soul about this.

But today my oldest son, he's 9, told me that he doesn't think he believes in God.

I told him I agreed.

It was the first time in 20 years that I was told the truth about my religion and didn't lie.

My son wanted to tell his mom that he doesn't want to continue being Jewish and I might use this as my way of getting out as well.

I told him that we tell her tomorrow dinner and he seems almost as excited as I am but equal as nervous.

We're just luck I guess.

I still am unsure if I should tell her the whole truth or if I should just leave it with that I no longer want to be Jewish.

Edit just for clarification because people have been questioning my use of the word university and place for college.

Yes I know they're not the same thing.

I've just been surrounded by British people lately and they all use university so I've been saying that instead of college.

It's a recently adopted habit and I can assure you I'm American, born in Folsom, CA, moved to Orange County and then to Santa Clara, CA where I live from my younger life till my family moved to America's Georgia.

I can assure you I'm definitely American.

And As for my wife not finding out from my side of the family, it's mainly due to the fact that we don't talk to my side of the family for personal reasons and I haven't talked to them in years and she's only ever met with them once at the wedding but she also wants nothing to do with them.

I've decided I'm just going to tell her I'm not Jewish.

I won't tell her I've lied about being Jewish for all these years, but I'm not going to tell her that I'm not Jewish.

Someone also said that since both sides of my family are Czech, there's a good chance I'm Jewish.

So I'm thinking of doing ADNA test soon.

Also, I said I know nothing about Judaism.

That was an extreme exaggeration.

I've obviously picked up a lot of knowledge over the years and I think my wife may have an idea due to the fact whenever a Jewish holiday is coming up she'll remind me about it and tell me when it is or what it's for and I don't know already know.

I'll update later tonight on how it goes.

Edit 2 So I talked to her and I decided to just tell her everything and didn't go like I expected.

She told me she had a feeling I wasn't Jewish from the beginning, but never married me just because I was Jewish but marry me for me regardless of my faith.

She said that she was sorry that I felt like that I had to hide from her for so many years and that I don't have to pretend to be Jewish if I don't want to.

But like a lot of people have commented, I do feel sort of culturally Jewish now.

I definitely identify more as a member of the Jewish community than I do any others.

We're not going to pressure any of our kids into Judaism and we're going to let them decide what they want to do for themselves.

And my wife and I agreed that it'd be for the best if we gave them back since all the opportunities afforded took me came from the Jewish community.

We're going to get involved with an organization and we're donating to three different scholarships for $5000 each and try and help fund Birthright trips whenever we can.

I'd like to thank everyone who's commented with advice and hopefully this can be a new chapter in my life.

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