The Over Thinker recently published a post that I am going to imitate/downright steal. She asked her readers to post anonymously and answer the question, “What is the biggest lie you have ever told”? I was really surprised by some of the comments. You all should go read her responses. They are fascinating.
I loved the idea, and so I’d like to try it here despite this raging fear that there will be crickets chirping in my comments section and that it won’t reach the double digits.
I thought the question that she asked was intriguing and I certainly don’t care if that is what people choose to answer, but I didn’t want to pigeon hole those who may feel uncomfortable with revealing the biggest lie they have ever told.
So?
What is your big confession? Your dark secret? Your embarrassing moment?
Don’t worry, it will be anonymous. Normally, I have the anonymous comment feature on my blog disabled, but until I put a new post up I am allowing anonymous comments on my blog.
DON’T PUT ANYTHING IN THE NAME/EMAIL/URL FIELDS OF YOUR COMMENT. IT WILL COME UP AS ANONYMOUS.
I tested it to make sure it works. And don’t stress that I can somehow find out who you are. As you know, I do have a tracker and I could probably strive to try and figure out who you are, but A:I WILL NOT DO THAT and B:DUDE. WHAT A FREAKING HEADACHE ANYWAY. My tracker also turns over really fast.
Besides, I am also the last person to judge. I have things in my life that would make your hair curl and would most likely have gotten me stoned to death in Biblical times. And probably modern times depending on what segment of the world we’re talking about. So, please don’t worry what I’ll “Think”. NOTHING surprises me anymore. You’re safe.
Although to clarify, shitty or spiteful comments flung at me or others won’t be allowed. Sorry.
I will be making a confession of my own in the comments section. (And no, I will not clarify which one is mine. Sorry again.)
So? Secrets? Embarrassing moments? Liar, liar pants on fire?
Spill it.
Stumble it!
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i got caught masturbating in the restroom at my high school by a teacher. i’m a girl.
I have several. I will intermittently add them today. I just have to find the balls to share them.
I accidentally ran over my kid sister’s puppy when I was 16 but was too scared to tell anyone. I was afraid that my parents would take away my license, so I buried it in the corn fields by my house. To this day everyone thinks it ran away and I have been eaten by guilt for 8 years.
I was feeling a little horny one day in 8th grade science class, so I made myself orgasm in class by rubbing myself against the front of my large science desk. I was very discreet, and I don’t think anyone knew.
I cheated on a lot of my tests in college. I had such a heavy work load and so much going on in my personal life and people that depended on me and that required my attention a lot of the time I just wasn’t prepared. So I cheated. I am not sure how bad I feel about it because I did work really hard and I know the situation I was facing. I also felt that the things I cheated on was just a bunch of regurgitation, but I do feel twinges when I look at my diploma sometimes.
I told my boyfriend that I cheated on him twice when traveling in Europe. In reality, I cheated on him twice before I went to Europe as well.
I had a threesome with my best friend and her husband.
I am in love with my best friend. Yes she is a girl and so am I. She feels the same. We are both married and haven’t done anything about our feelings for each other. I don’t know how much longer we can hold out though.
My on-again, off-again boyfriend in high school and I were in an on-again phase and I assumed we were going to go to homecoming together. I even bought a dress.
One week before the dance I found out that he was dating actually dating another girl and was taking her to homecoming. To add insult to injury, they were double dating with my best friend and her boyfriend. She was supposed to bring the dessert for their dinner.
That day, she dropped nail polish on her dress and she had to go buy another one so she begged me to make a German chocolate cake because she wouldn’t have time.
I was pissed. I also knew she and her date hated almonds but my boyfriend didn’t. So I made the cake, put Exlax in half of the frosting and covered that half with almonds.
He was fine but his date had a rough evening of it.
I ended up confessing everything and know it was a stupid thing to do. I’m just glad that no one got really sick from it.
this is some of the best entertainment i’ve had all day. it also confirms that i have a really boring life.
i’ve always wondered what kissing a girl would be like and have also wondered about the threesome thing but am much to cowardly. i am also pretty sure my church would frown on it too, but it doesn’t stop me from really wondering.
the biggest lie i told was when i was 21 and in college. i lied to the police to keep my friend from being arrested for a crime even though i knew that she was guilty.
I cheated on my boyfriend when we lived in separate states…and I’m glad I did it.
I hate sex and am glad to have a chronic pain condition that gives me an excuse to not have to do it.
I honestly think my cat is more special than most peoples kids.
Part of me misses the abuse and feels like I really did deserve it.
I gave my friend 25,000 anonymously. She was in a world of hurt due to circumstances beyond her control and no one in her life but me had the ability to help her but I knew that she would never accept charity and so when an aunt of hers died I went to her mother and arranged for her to get an ‘Inheritance”. Seeing my friend’s life salvaged was worth any lies involved.
I have cheated in my marriage.
I fooled around with my boss when I was an intern in college. He was 20 years older.
I am totally intrigued by your comments.
Again, zero judgment here, it’s just a sign that people are walking around carrying baggage that people have NO idea about.
Also, you don’t have to feel like you have to add a dirty secret or divulge a lie if you don’t want to. Feel free to add good things as well (Hello, the anonymous gifter of 25,000? You are an AMAZING friend whoever you are!).
I just think that the sharing is an amazing thing.
And?
I left one of my secrets. You may now drive yourself batty trying to figure out which one is mine. ;)
I have so many
I’ve slept with bosses
I’ve cheated on all of my boyfriends
Mostly though I only hurt myself
Before I broke up with my long distance boyfriend (years ago), I fooled around with an ex that was local. I never told him.
I’m not sorry I did it.
I cheated on my husband twice. Once years ago, and once within the last 6 months. He will never know
I “got together” with my current husband while I was still engaged to someone else.
I fooled around on him once, too. But only once. And not sex. He knows all about it, and he married me anyway.
I was so stupid. I still feel guilty about it. But I also learned from it.
I know how lucky I am.
I am mortified that I have to pluck hairs out of my chin.
I secretly wish I was a pony.
A pink my little pony.
I have a very vivid imagination.
Mostly because I sniff paint.
I had an affair with a married man at work (I was also married) and even hooked up with him the day after his wife had their first child.
I masturbated on the floor of my living room when I was fourteen in front of the T.V., while the whole family watched.
They never knew it happened.
I had an affair with by boss’ husband and one time he and I did it in their house while she was upstairs asleep.
I know which secret is Loralee’s!
OK, not really.
I have a crush on Loralee.
(I’m a girl)
Can’t help it! Not trying to be weird or creepy. We have a Diet Coke connection.
Where to begin….. I got pregnant in college and told 3 different guys it was theirs. They all 3 paid for the abortion. I went shopping with the difference.
Is it wrong that I don’t believe 90% of these?
No, not wrong. You’re just going off of your experiences. Very little surprises me in life. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them were fabricated. Then again, it wouldn’t surprise me if every single one of them were true, either.
P.S.
I totally believe that someone has a crush on me, tough. I am totally awesome as is Diet Coke. ;)
I also have a hard time believe these. Although I’m LOVING reading them.
I’m surprised to hear so many people say they’ve cheated on their spouse.
Makes me wonder if I should cheat on mine.
That’s my secret. Shhhhh!
very interesting read.
while not the worst thing that i’ve done, it is one I’m willing to fess up to. I walked in on my divorced parents in bed as a kid. Not sure what to make of the situation, I started laughing. a week or so later my dad asked me why I was laughing, I told him i was thinking of a tom and jerry cartoon.
Ok, I swear I am trying not to keep piping up on these but this whole Tom & Jerry thing had me spit Diet Coke up my nose.
I would die. DIE, I tell you! If I had ever walked in on my parents.
In fact, I prefer to think that they are both virgins and just went out and rounded up six orphans to lug home with them at various points in their life.
(It would also totally explain how weird my family is.)
my high school sweetheart had a really small penis. but i lied to all of my friends and told them it was huge, because, DUDE, who wants to be the girl with the small penis boyfriend? Also, the size DID make a difference. I’m married now, and my husband does not have a small penis. If he did, i don’t think i could have married him.
OMG! DUDE!!!
Ok, I have not done “Peep of the week” in like, FOREVER, but anonymous 5:17, YOU WIN!
HANDS DOWN! I wish I could put the graphic on here or give your blog credit.
I’m laughing so hard it hurts. The kicker was, “Because, DUDE, who wants to be the girl with the small penis boyfriend?”
Seriously, I’m crying and snorting simultaneously.
Does the commenter who masturbated on the floor in front of the T.V with his family in the room REALLY believe no one knew???
or her…
I had a one night stand with someone (which incidentally was the worst sex I ever had- having had 2 partners prior). 4 months later, we tried a date, and he ended up brutally raping me when I told him I didn’t want sex. To this day, I feel like I somehow deserved it. I still have nightmares about it. File this one under the sad but true column or the sad and stupid column.
Man—Loralee, you’re getting some good confessions over here, too! (Thanks for the linky-love) P.S. My “Holy Shit I Met Loralee” post is going to be up in the next few days :)
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bad secret: i was sexually abused by my older step-sister when i was in first grade.
good secret: i love – i mean really, really love – buying fabulous presents for people. it’s nearly an obsession.
Twice I left my infant son in the car for at least ten minutes while I did errands inside stores. I was depressed and obsessed with getting my to do list so that my husband would be pleased with me. Luckily he was safe (he’s four now) and I came to my senses, lying in bed awake all night praying for forgiveness and thanking God for keeping him safe.
one time my mom’s group was gossiping about partners (but not naming them) and size of their penises and I blurted out that my husband’s is short but thick
i’m still in love with my ex… and as i type this my husband and kids are all soundly asleep and i really hope no one catches me.
but i can’t stop thinking about him, even all these years later and being married and having children… i dream about him and some times even get really depressed thinking about what could have been.
i love my family and my life… but just wonder…
i think this makes me a bad wife and mother.
The second night of our marriage (we WAITED until we were married) my husband was more interested in football than sex with me. That would not be the last time it happened. I secretly wonder if I sometimes am that unattractive to him or if he is that stupid.
I knowingly have obsessive compulsive disorder, and I have hidden this fact from everyone in my life. I have never been treated nor will I ever be because I’m afraid that if I go on meds, I will never come off of them, and they will start to control my life more than the OCD. It’s not debilitating OCD, but it’s enough to annoy me and change my daily routine. It comes and goes. It’s one of those “comes” times right now.
I was a compulsive liar until I was about 23.
I lied to a “boyfriend” in college and told him I was pregnant but miscarried his baby. I was never pregnant.
I’ve been a good girl since I got married – but I probably drink too much.
I know that I have called out some comments because I was laughing my head off, but I also have to say that some of these comments and the emailed secrets I’ve received have touched me and also just made me hurt for many of you out there.
(I swear I’m not going to make anyone hug and sing kumbuyah *Or however the freak it is spelled*, I was just really moved.)
I don’t trust women. Any of them.
I so do love my partner, but still feel scared to tell him. I think I still have trust issues.
interesting comments.
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I told my husband (at the time he was my fiance) that I had only slept with 2 other guys. But in reality it’s been over 20.
It makes me sick to see kids pick their nose and eat it. But I do it and I hate myself for it.
I slept with with way too many guys,
because I didn’t want to accept I am a lesbian.
I kept thinking “what am I doing wrong?”
or “something must be wrong with me because my female friends enjoy this and I don’t”…
FINALLY, at age 39! I was with my first woman – 7 years later, we are still together and I have not looked back.
p.s. I don’t dig diet coke – I’m a diet dew fan. But I dig Loralee.
After my college boyfriend ticked me off I phoned up the local advertising rag (the Trader) and put in an add for free Rotweiller puppies and his phone number. He got calls for WEEKS!! Best revenge ever.
My wife is bi-sexual. I have enjoyed some of the benefits.
I take an antidepressant. No one knows but my husband and my mother and sister. I feel too ashamed to tell my friends and my blog readers.
I broke up with my boyfriend, because I just needed a friend.
Now I’ve lost both.
I don’t love my husband, but I stay married for the kids. He chooses to not believe me.
I read blogs at work.
A lot of them.
I am insanely in love with another man who isn’t my husband.
I masturbate into my own mouth.
My husband cheated on me. I found out, called him out on it and we made it through the mire together, thanks to determination and lots of support. Then, my husband found another woman and he had an affair with her. Again, I found out and with counseling, I forgave him.(Are you sensing a pattern here)
My secret you ask…despite other people thinking I am a well educated, professional,compassionate,loving woman- I am as dumb as a post. I should have kicked his arse to the curb, but I am terrified of being alone. I am “used/emotionally abused goods and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life alone.
I’m scared of the aftermath of getting divorced, so I stay married.
Okay I’m going to be brave and not be anonymous here (though no criticism of those who are for sure!) I worked for a real jerk 20 years ago and he made my life miserable. I was reading on company time (I shouldn’t have been) and he accused me of it. I lied and said I hadn’t been slacking off but that I’d been working fine. Years later I felt completely horrible about that and ended up writing him a letter confessing and apologizing. He was still a jerk but he didn’t deserve my lie. Boy he was a jerk.
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I spent a night in the drunk tank recently.
@Scribbit You are one of those people that are just too awesome for this often grody planet.
(Dude. If you keel over and die at BlogHer after that statement I am going to have a major guilt complex.)
Oh, and I promise not to exlax any of your food while you’re my roommate at BlogHer.
Oops! Well, I guess I let my little confession out of the bag, didn’t I?
Boy, was that a horrible thing to do to someone. (Again, I DID apologize profusely.)
What’s the point?
I’m having an online affair.
I wasn’t on birth control when I got pregnant with my daughter even though I swore to my boyfriend that I was.
I ripped up an envelope of money in the third grade because I forgot to turn it in on time. I still regret that one! I don’t think I knew how good money really was back then
When I have vivid dreams that involved people I once loved (or still love), I sometimes think they are real.
This isn’t total insanity; I used to date a guy and we’d have the same dreams of us together all of the time. At first, we’d take turns describing them in the morning so we both knew the other one was telling the truth.
The thing is, in these dreams, I’m with ex-boyfriends. If I think these are maybe real, am I cheating?
The real secret is: I don’t care.
I am happily married to a wonderful man but I have been lusting after another, who is also married.
I know nothing will ever come of it but I feel bad for even thinking about him in that way.
When I’m having sex with my husband, I often pretend I’m with his best friend instead.
I left the religion I grew up in (30 years), and the religion 90% of my family still believe in (not my husband or kids, though). I do not believe in it for many doctrinal and cultural reasons, yet I struggle daily with depression because I have not been able to let go of who I thought I would be, what I expected and hoped of life, and the fact that leaving changed the relationships I have with my parents and sisters (not to mention the fact that I am stepping into the dark trying to figure out what I do believe).
I have started counseling to help deal with and overcome these overwhelming changes. I have not told any of my family because I feel they will think I am depressed because I am no longer “on the path of righteousness” and it will just “prove” to them that their religion is right and that I made a mistake.
By the way, thank you, Loralee. I did not realize how much I needed to get that off my chest.
I have three nipples.
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Oh no! Oops! That was supposed to be anonymous!
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Anon 7:07
I hear you loud and clear on that one. While my inactivity of my religion of upbring is mainly due to issues other than belief (Although that does play a role), I have lived through a lot of the same issues and have also had family and friends that have gone through the same struggles.
When you live in an area that has an overwhelmingly dominate religion you see a lot of it and it always makes me feel for the people involved. HUG, whoever you are.
And? I guess this comment is a pretty good answer to the person who asked “What the point” of this post is.
@Craig
Dude. You totally just gave Jeff more stalking information. You realize he’s just going to escalate now, right?
The only thing keeping me from doing something illegal in order to get my hands on $100,000 is the fear of getting caught. I never thought I’d be that desperate to get out of debt, but apparently I am. I don’t like that about myself.
My credit is ruined. I have staggering debt. Bad choices we made in the past are currently screwing everything up. It’s not that much money, compared to what some owe, but it may as well be a million dollars, with the small amount we have to put towards it every month. I pray for a money tree to show up & solve my problems.
Every morning I look in the mirror and say “God, I hate you.” And I mean it. And it’s only because I’m fat. I don’t hate other fat people, just myself for being this way.
My employer thinks I hold an MBA in Economics. I have been with the organization for over 5 years; make over 185k per year and really only have a high school diploma.
I peed my pants while playing “fag tag” in high school. I know that term isn’t politically correct, but I don’t know what else to call the game.
I am in love with a married man. He’s leaving her. Not because of me, or for me, but we will get to be together. I hope… there’s still a small part of me that has to wait to see if he really does.
He spanks me. Because I break our rules. I want him to do it.
My daughter is a love child. The result of a decade-long love affair with a married man.
I read your sidebar and the post that it was linked to and I had to comment here.I’m using a cloaker just to make sure you really don’t know who I am.
I hope this doesn’t come off as mean, but I am eaten alive by jealousy of your blog and other big bloggers. You have so many friends and so much traffic and I even though I check your blog almost obsessively, I also have so much envy that I am beginning to think it is unhealthy.
I try to comment on blogs and still only have a reader or two. You’ve never commented on my blog and while I understand that you have a lot going on, I still get hurt, but then I feel like a pouty kid on the school bus and am ashamed. I’m actually crying here. How stupid is that?
It seems like so many people I read have success after success while I try but seem to fail. I expect it from some of the snarkier bloggers. For instance, I’ve been trying to get Black Hockey Jesus to follow me on Twitter or his blog but I sort of expect the rejection there.
I can’t even seem to get the attention of the nice bloggers.
You aren’t the only one that I am talking about, but you are the place where I can vent this anonymously and get it off of my chest.
I really admire you and think that your blog is wonderful. I hope that this didn’t come off as too mean. I am just having a hard day.
@Anon 2:13
I am running out the door right now to pick up my son and go to lunch with my family, but I want you to know that I did see this and I very much want to talk about it. (In fact, I may just turn it into a whole post.)
I have wanted to comment privately to so many of these secrets but since yours is about me, I do want to respond, I just don’t have the time at this second to give it the attention it deserves.
I was sleeping with my best friend. My married best friend. My married best friend with three children. It got to the point where he wanted to leave his wife. His wife doesn’t know but I am worried about what might happen when I see her in a few weeks.
I consider Loralee one of my best friends, and she may never know it but she has saved my life more than once.
I’ve been a little bit in love with one of my best friends for close to two decades. He’s supported me through a marriage and a divorce, and he’s happy for me now that I’m married again to someone new. We only see each other about once a year, but every time we see each other, I think about him constantly for WEEKS. This last time I saw him, we talked for hours and I think he’s a little bit in love with me too. As much as I love him, I think I may have to end the friendship. It’s not fair to my husband (who I am happily married to) that I have weeks of obsessive thoughts about a guy who’s “just a friend.”
I love my little sister with every little part of my heart. But sometimes her selfishness sickens me. I don’t know how she can have gone through some of the horrifically difficult things she has and still be so mind-bendingly shallow.
I made out with a woman the week before I married my husband.
I think that my father may be gay. I don’t even know if he has thought of it but it would explain so much about my childhood and my parent’s marriage.
“Anonymous says:
I consider Loralee one of my best friends, and she may never know it but she has saved my life more than once.”
And YOU may never know just how very much that means to me.
I KNOW I LOVE YOUR GUTS, WHOEVER YOU ARE.
I keep checking back to here to see if there has been anymore ’secrets’ revealed. I think you should have a Post Secret section on your blog everyday.
I am a conservative. Many of my blog readers think that I am a liberal. I stay quiet because I know that they look down on Republican’s and conservatives.
I think that they would think less of me and it makes me sad so I just say nothing.
I am a nineteen year old male.
I am in a two-year plus relationship with a girl I love very much.
However, I often fantasize about a non-romantic, strictly sexual, one-night stand with a male friend of mine.
I suppose these urges will become another desire I will never act upon.
Some of these comments I found sad, some I related to…but here’s my secret: I think most of them were made up and if they weren’t, well that’s even more sad, but in a pathetic way.
I once made up an online personna to stalk a friend of mine, but she found out it was me. That was highly embarrassing. I still haven’t quite gotten over that one.
My secret: I’m in love with Loralee. I know that at least half of her readers would say the same thing. But I really love her, madly deeply. It’s way hard to deal with sometimes. (Don’t be scared, Loralee, I’m not a stalker.) I would never have the guts to say this if this wasn’t anonymous. But it’s true.
Well, I guess I could drive myself crazy wondering what was true here and what wasn’t but I have known people and seen and heard things that are so unbelievable and where truth was stranger than fiction that I just try not to discern it.
What is normal to us can shock the HELL out of other people.
In the end, I guess if people made things up that is their baggage and issues to deal with. Who knows, maybe they will confess to punking me years from now on another confessional blog, who knows?
I have been good as gold about not trying to figure out who any of these came from. Some I have an idea simply because we have had conversations but I have done my best to respect privacy.
I DID make sure that no one IP was posting over and over and over and nobody did that. Plus, everyone behaved themselves. No one was abusive or even a remote asshat. which was such a relief.
Ok, here’s my secret. When I was 16, my brother-in-law slept with two of my sisters and had children with both of them. He also raped me occasionally on the side. (He was 30.)But that’s not the secret. The secret is that I feel responsible because my parents asked me to tag along with my two older sisters to be their chaperone. I still feel responsible that it all happened and that I couldn’t stop it. That was over ten years ago. Everything has hit the fan already. But I still have nightmares and our family will never be the same again.
My question is should being in love with or wanting to do LoraLee count as a secret? She’s funny and fucking hot so I don’t see it is a big revelation.
A woman a guy wouldn’t mind having in bed and talking at the same time if it doesn’t sound too piggish.
My secret is that I hide alcohol from my mom. My biggest secret is that I am afraid I’m going to have to start doing that for my wife.
I have loved the same man since I was 15. He has meant everything to me. I’ve loved him for over half my life and I will until the day I die.
The rest is too painful and beautiful to share, anonymous or not. It’s just between him and I.
I am afraid that I haven’t spent enough time with my kids and that they will grow up with issues because of my lack of parenting skills and my temper. It makes me feel so bad but it doesn’t seem to curb how I act for very long. I wonder if I am too selfish a person to have ever become a parent.
Because of the birth of my daughter I now wear depends. I am only 27 and I am terrified someone will find out.
A few years ago, while in college, I started a very popular Mommy Blog with an entirely fake story. I was lonely and, looking back, battling some depression issues. At the time, I didn’t feel bad about it – I created an entire life for my fictional family and kept my readers happy with daily postings. Slowly, as my real life started, I allowed my fake online life to die.
Sometimes I still log on to that fake blog and relive all the memories and giggle a little about all the comments, traffic and attention my completely fake blog got.
I was attracted to one of the nuns at my Catholic High School. *Really* attracted. To the point that I am sure I will burn in the fires of everlasting hell for the thoughts I had.
Ah…memories!
Is it cool to add more than one? I added that secret for my teenage years, but I wanted to add my adult one.
I secretly love Hannah Montana. Not in love like my nun I just like her music and her tv show. Me, an almost middle age male with tween girls. I paid out the nose to take my girls to see her in concert. Everyone thinks I was the man of the year to take two kids to see Miley, but in reality, the girls were just my cover story. The concert was for me.
My family thinks my husband and I have this “perfect” marriage. And while I’m flattered, sometimes I just wish I could tell them to back off. We’ve had our own serious problems– for about 1/3 of our marriage. We’ve even seen a marriage counselor for a while. It’s far from perfect; despite what people see from afar.
You’re right when you proclaim that most people are carrying around baggage that other people can’t easily identify.
I am petrified of having a heart attack. So much, that i have total panic attacks when i go to the doctor. These panic attacks raise my blood pressure and therefore put the thought in my head that it is possible for me to have a heart attack. I obsess over this. I check my blood pressure at home nearly everyday.
I am a healthy, slim 26 year old.
I go to therapy for this.
Anonymous says:
I was a compulsive liar until I was about 23.
I think the following girl is the reason why my boyfriend and I broke up while I was in college. I’ve always wondered though…who was lying? Her or my boyfriend who claimed he never had sex with her?
“I lied to a “boyfriend” in college and told him I was pregnant but miscarried his baby. I was never pregnant.
I’ve been a good girl since I got married – but I probably drink too much.
July 2nd, 2008 at 11:08 pm”
wait…the compulsive liar thing goes w/ anon july 2nd, 2008 at 11:08 p.m.
I’m not a compulsive liar. I have other secrets though…perhaps I’ll share
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I wish I had been around on this day.
These are so interesting to read. So interesting…
Great idea.
Does getting things off your chest this way silence the secret and satisfy the guilt, or does it make one itch for it to come out further? Seeing it live and in print… does it settle the demon?? Or make it more restless?
I’m curious about how the anon commenters have felt after getting it out on here….
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I am not linking to my site, using a fake email and a psudonym. It should work just fine.
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pretty petty but i am insanely jelous of my new SIL and her baby.
My husband and i have been trying for almost 3 years, and then she gets pregnant “accidentally” (she told her husband that she didn’t want a baby, but she told him lies about when she was fertile and kept going on and on to me about how much she wanted a baby) within a couple months of being married. While was was pregnant, she threatened to divorse her new husband, because he came home late from work.
She has the little girl that i’ve always dreamed about, and she used a name that i had chosen for my “future child.” And God , her little girl looks so much like my son did when he was that little. Its like she has my baby, and i do not like the way she’s treating her, leaving her to cry alone in the room, not feeding her when she’s hungry because its “not time” to eat.
I can hardly stand to be around her at times, especially when everybody keeps asking us when we’re going to have another and what a horrible diservice i’m dong to my son by not giving him a sibling.
Sometimes infertility feels like so much more than i could take.
My 23 year old brother-in-law met an 17 year old high school student on his mormon mission. He proposed to her before she even graduated, and they are getting married next month – only a few short months after her high school graduation.
My secret is that 1 – I’m happily married for the most part, but I feel like she’s making the same mistake I did and ruining her future, all to get married as soon as possible because her silly religion tells her is what is right to do, and 2 – I’m insanely jealous of the fact that a teen bride has a WAY nicer engagement ring than I have, and 3 – I’d always wanted to be a bridesmaid (never have been), but now that she’s asked me to be one for her (even though I’ve never met her) I want to find a way to get out of it (even though I already said an enthusiastic yes).
I’ve only had an orgasm once from sexual intercourse…and it was by myself with a huge dildo while my husband was on a business trip.
I worry a lot about people close to me dying
I’m scared I can’t commit properly. Every time I get together with a new girlfriend, I find myself suddenly a little less attracted to her and everything is less fun.
Also, I get on way to well with my best friend, even though our entire relationship is based on us slagging each other off. When either of us comes back from holiday we hug for what feels like forever and then go back to normal. Truth is, I don’t know if she feels as strongly as I do – but then again, do I want to?
MikeyBarness last blog post..How much of a downer was I on!?
when i was sixteen i was raped by a older guy i knew for years and thought was my friend. i was really depressed during that time bcuz my family life was awful. we were drinking and i was crying bcuz my family was horrible to me. im an orphan & no one wanted me. anyways he said i should stay at his place for the night so i wouldnt be alone. i believed him and i went. i fell asleep and he carried me to his bed but was taking my clothes off. i told him no but he didnt stop. it wasnt like tv. he didnt hit me or call me bad names but he wouldn’t stop and i was so scared. i remembered he kept a gun in his house and that really scared me so i didnt fight but i cried and i kept saying no and i begged him to stop but he didnt stop until he was done. he fell asleep and i didnt even run away. i just slept on the floor. the next day he was nice like it was ok. i couldnt look at him i was so sick and to top it off i started my period overnight so he gave me clothes to wear. nice of him right ?
then he had his friend take me home. his friend told my cuzin i slept with the guy and she told his gurl who was visiting. they talked about me and i was so mad and hurt. i wished his girlfriend would try to fight me so i could kill her.
it got worse and worse. he told people we slept together. i didnt tell anybody the truth bcuz i was embarrassed and scared and i didn’t think theyd believe me mainly bcuz i went to his house and i wasnt beat up and bcuz i stayed all night anyway. his other friend was my boyfriend and he was mad at me bcuz he thought i did that. i wanted to tell so bad but i didnt. even worse when the rapist went to jail he wrote to me and i wrote him back– about nothing really. how are you and im fine type stuff. he acted like it was okay but i was still upset and scared of him. then that sick fucking asshole sent me a valentines day card ! so when he got out of jail i went on a date with him. yes and date. and i was going to kill him. and i mean it. i knew i would get caught but i didn’t care. i even let him kiss me but i wanted to die. when he was kissing me i got more mad that he would do that and i thought ” this is it now. kill him now” but i didn’t. i just stayed away from him. one day he asked to use my phone and i let him. i sat with a blanket over me bcuz i was holding a butcher knife under it and i still didn’t do it. im glad i didnt bcuz i’d hate to be in prison for the likes of him. anyway my secret is not just that i never told my family i have told a friend and my man but i never told them about writing him while he was in jail or going on a date with him or letting him use my phone. i think they would think i deserved it or like it or that i am crazy. if i were crazy that fucker would have been dead years ago though.
*oh and my other secret is that i am a Christian and i don’t normally curse AT ALL but it came out when writing and today i just dont care
* my other secret is that i disguised my writing style in case someone from blogland who knows me will know it’s me.
But now thinking about it I just don’t give a damn.
I was in the thick of moving when you wrote this post and missed it entirely. Did you ever go back and write a post addressing the feelings of jealousy that one commenter had about so-called popular bloggers? I could do a search of your site but…nah, I’m lazy. :-)
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I think people that trust in a “god” are idiots, and I secretly have a hard time working with them.
My dad is bi. He and my mom are still married. He hasn’t been with another man since college. He dotes on my mom and loves her a lot. She hates him, but she won’t break her vows. She once told me, “I just can’t wait for one of us to die.”
My parents attended my graduation ceremony for my master’s degree; I never told them my diploma was subsequently denied (minimum grades were a C and I received a C- in a class during the last semester). Eight years later, the university agreed to issue the diploma based upon classes I completed at another university. Not that I hang up diplomas, but this one stays safely in a box because the diploma date would raise questions.
An LDS fellow married another woman in the SLC temple six months after breaking the law of chastity with me (several times, I might add). I may not have the same beliefs I was taught as a child, but I would never lie to God. I’m glad he was “just sex” and not someone I considered for a long term relationship.
I am a 33-year-old woman, and I’m a virgin. I have social anxiety that stops me from looking for a mate. I’m afraid I will never get married or have children.
I’ve been chronically sick since I was a pre-teen.
My family thinks I’m doing ok, but I would be perfectly happy to die. I had severe chest pains one day, but told no one because I didn’t mind if it was really a heart attack.
I put on a good face, but I can’t stand this 24/7 pain and nausea much longer.
When I was 5 my step brother sexually abused me. I haven’t told anyone. Not my parents, not a friend, no one. I didn’t say anything to anyone because I was afriaid that my moms marrige would fall apart, and then what would become of my life. Im 14 now and I still haven’t told a soul. As a matter of fact this is the first thing I’ve ever spilled my heart out about this to. My step brother is now living happly married with a baby on the way. He hasent told anyone either.
I may be young and naive, but my heart tells me that I’ve already messed up the best relationship i’ll ever be in. I’m sorry, i’d do anything to take back losing your trust.
“I may be young and naive, but my heart tells me that I’ve already messed up the best relationship i’ll ever be in. I’m sorry, i’d do anything to take back losing your trust.”
ide give anything for that to be about me.
it was around that time she lost it.
my secret : as sick and stupid as it sounds. i wish i was raped when i was a child. simply so that i can excuse my blacked out childhood i’ve done for myself. maybe it would explain why im so messed up now