I’m 22 years old now and just saw my mother and stepfather last week. Its the first time I have seen them in more than a year and he thinks I should have forgiven him by now. Both he and my mother are terrible alcoholics. My stepfather spanked me up until I was almost sixteen years old and I am still angry at him today for all the humilition I endured at his hands. I have still not forgiven my mother for allowing him to abuse me over those years. It was bad enough when I was little but it became more frequent and more humiliating as I got older. By the time I was about 11 years old he began spanking me completely naked and would force me to be in mortifying positions. He used his hand but would also use his belt. The older I got the more reasons he found to spank me and often did for the most trivial reasons, things I did that didn’t deserve me being spanked for. They both drank heavily everyday and from around 11 up until I was 15 he found a reason to spank me at least once a week and sometimes more. I just remember the fear I had of him and the way my mother ignored my pleas for help and just let him continue abusing me all those years. He would send me to my bedroom where I would wait sometimes as long as an hour for him to come upstairs. As soon as he came in my room he made me take all my clothes off and would first spank me over his lap. After that I never knew what would happen next as he would force me to bend over holding my ankles or bend over my desk to whip me with his belt. Over time he had me in so many humiliating positions I don’t even remember all of them. The most humiliating was when he cleared my desk of making me lay on my back holding my legs up as he spnked me with the belt. My anus and vagina would be exposed to him but he would also have me spread my legs open and the belt often hit my anus and at times my vagina. The pain was unbearable but the humiliation of him seeing me like that was just as bad. When the spanking was over he would me make me stand naked in the middle of my room with my arms straight out holding a book in each hand. He would just sit on the bed and look at me and scold me. This would go on for almost 10 or 20 minutes depending on how drunk he was. I don’t know why I never told anyone what he was doing to me but think it was because I was to embarrassed to talk about it. He never tried to have sex with me but I think he enjoyed looking at my body and humiliating me by putting me in so many different positions. I always cried and sometimes screamed from the pain he inflicted on me and my mother never came upstairs and never told him not to spank me. I dreaded coming home from school and on weekends my mother and him would drink all day. The more I developed the more humiliating it became and I would start crying long before he came up to my room knowing I would have to get undressed in front of him. The embarrassment alone was horrific just taking my clothes off but the older I got the longer he woould have me naked. He not only spanked me longer but also made me stand naked holding the books out and my arms would become numb. If I let my arms down to soon for his likeing he would keep hitting me with the belt. I was fairly well developed by the time I was 13 and I could clearly see him looking at me and I knew he enjoyed humiliating me by then. This went on until afew months before my 16th birthday. I don’t remember now why he sent me to my room and it was the same as usual. When he walked in my room he said the same thing all the time just looking at me and telling me to take my clothes off. He forced me over his lap smacking my rear 10 or 12 times. I then had to stand up and bend over holding my ankles and he still only used his hand. When he made me lay on my desk he deliberatley made me hold my ankles with my legs spread apart even puhing my knees open. He began beating me with the belt and I couldn’t help screaming in pain. The next thing I knew my aunt Helen walked into the room and began screaming and hollaring at him and telling me to get dressed. A big argument erupted between my aunt, mother and stepfather. My aunt Helen threatened to cal the police and took me to her house that day. She did call the pastor of her church and I think he is the one who called the police department. A ploice woman interviewed me and I finally told her and my aunt what he had been doing to me for so long. They did ask if he was sexually abusing me or forcing me to have sex with him in any way but he never did do that. I imagine that why he never went to jail but child protective sevices got involved and I lived with my aunt Helen until I started college. I rarely saw him after that and seldom even saw my mother. The older I got the more angry I became with both my mother and stepfather and have still not fogiven either one of them. Even though he never tried to have sex with me I know now that his motive was sexual. I can still recall how he looked at me so intentley and the pleasure in his eyes when he knew how humiliated I was. I don’t fear him anymore but I still hate him and as seldom as I have seen him in past years he tries to act like he never did anything wrong. My mother is still with him and she til today doesn’t realize the trauma he put me through or the extreme humiliation I endured especially when I was a teenager.
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Quiero que todos mis pecados sean confesados.
Reconozco haber pecado contra el 6º y el 9º mandamiento. Tambien me acuso de ira y palabras malsonantes.
i punched a commie in the face
please forgive me
a lot of things.
I’m sorry…. kinda.
I hate you
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Perdoname Dios Mio por haber pecado contra de ti me siento muy apenado con mi persona y deseo explicar mis pecados relacionados con la lujuria el sexo los malos pensdamientos, la envidia, he pecado en sentire mas que los demas, pecdo de mentiras cuando me alagan, peco en vanidad, y he pecado en gula por comer demaciodo, he pecado en blasfemar contra dios y he pecado con violencia contra mis allegaados y mis padres, quiero perdonar a todos los que me han ofendido, a mis padres por cuestionarlos acerca de su conducta, asi como los perdono por educarme de la mejor manera que ellos pudieron.
my love in false!
my love in false!
i hate my father because he doesn’t care about my little brother ( his son ) he’s only 8 years old.
My father gone away i don’t know if he was gone because i wrote him a letter saying that he’s a bad dad and he must go away to be in peace, i don’t know if it’s my fault, i feel so guilty because this sunday will be the father’s day and my little brother will bring a photo of my big brother to the school to say everyone that he’s his father.
forgive me God, i don’t know if it’s my fault, but it’s just my father is so unfair.
Why?ï¼He doesn’t think of me !
Why?ï¼He doesn’t think of me !
well, i want to beat the IELTS examiner. let him or she give me a 7 or more.
I really want to gone back. gone back to that happiness ’s world
I’ve cursed my grandma dead,cos of her behavior,uncleaning,nagging.Now she really had passed away,my heart shrinking,recalling she was really kind to me,but i never cherish the love.I feel ashamed now,never can save it again!
Every single day I have bad thoughts about different things and I start to torment my self!
Douglas, I still hate you even though I haven’t seen you in 6 years. When I was a freshman in high school I finally got the courage to tell a teacher all the pain and humiliation you put me through. You give the name stepfather a bad reputation. Aside from abusing my mother he degraded, humiliated and abused me from the time I was 8 until 13 years old. He was extremely strick and abusive right away. I saw him smack my mother many times and he would spank me for the slightest infraction. I wasn’t quite aware of what he was doing when I was 8 or 9. He always spanked me naked and in younger years right in front of my mother. As I got older he would take me into the shed for my spankings and force me to undress in front of him. I was forced to bend over his workbench and he would spank me with his bare hand, belt and sometimes a long thin stick. The older I got the longer it took. As I undressed I was force to hand him each peice of clothing. He would fold it and put it on a chair. The worst part was when I had to remove my bra and panties for most of the time he would sit in front of me and scold me as he looked at my body. The tears would be in my eyes long before I was naked and the humiliation alone was excruciating. I don’t know for sure if my mother understood what he was doing to me but think she was to afraid of him to put a stop to it. By the time he would finish my rear would sometimes have welts and bruises for several days. In school I was to embarrased to undress in front of the other girls and never told anyone what he was dong to me. He would often make me lay over the bench or bend over in humiliating positions when he spanked me and sometimes I just wanted to die. On a Saturday night when I was a freshman in high school he was in a very bad mood and angry at both me and my mother. I remember back talking to him but don’t remember what I actually said. He was furious and smacked my mother a few times and she ran up to her room. He then turned to me and told me to go in the shed. When I refused he smacked my face which he had never done before. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to shed and told me to take off my clothes. I was terrified and when I hesitated he smacked me again and forced me to strip. I stood in front of him naked as he scolded me for taling back to him then experienced the most painful spanking I ever had. He forced me over the bench and started with his hand but soon picked up the stick. From the top of my buttocks to the back of my knees were beaten. At one point he had my legs spread so much apart I could feel the stick hitting my anus and vagina. When it was finally over I actually laid on the floor for awhile and was hardley able to stand up. I was in so much pain I hardley slept the entire night. The next day he went away and I didn’t see him again until Monday morning before school. I was still hurting and he never said a word to me or my mother. I was afaid to tell her how bad he beat me. School that day was horrible and a few times I went to the bathroom just to cry. My seventh period class was history and I think I was in panic thinking of going home. Towards the end of the class I just started to cry in front of everyone and my teacher Mrs. R. took me into the teachers lounge. She was hugging me as I cried and kept asking what was wrong. After much coaching I told her about Douglas and what he did to me. I ended up telling her everything even all the past times and what he would do to me. The cheek on my face was only slightly bruised and Mrs. R. eventually got me to pull down my pants to show her my rear and legs. That was the end of it especially for Douglas. She called my mother and told her to come to the school. The next thing I knew I was in the hospital getting examined and the police were called. Douglas went to jail that day and my mother finally woke up and we moved out. I will never forgive him still can’t understand how my mother let it continue all those years. I recently heard he was deathy sick and just hope it is true.
Me olvide de poner las “;” al final de todas las sentencias en el proyecto de mi examen, espero san google me perdone
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i’ve done many bad things, and i’m repentant, i hope than you escueseme! thanks
Every tag i wrote. Im watching porn right now.
I went to your site and looked at the date for your post and searched the confessions on this site. I think I found yours, if I’m right, you make me sick.
This is a test. I did not do anything mentioned in this message.
I wasted my life. Going in circles, always trying to do the right thing but it ends up wrong. Now it is too late.
I broke up my girlfriend who I used to go out with almost a year, not because I don’t love her anymore but because I can’t tolerate her taking up all my free time since we had started dating each other, at which I would like to have some space for myself.
And a month ago she told me that she’s falling for a guy, I’m starting to regret that I didn’t try enough to make her understand of my situation.
But it’s a little too late….
I can’t forgive this site for putting ‘gay’ as one of the tags, acting like there’s something wrong with homosexuality.
I lied to my girlfriend that I’m divorced when I’m actually only separated. Then I hacked into her email and got jealous that she likes to sleep over at her guy friends’ places. So I went and had sex with my ex-girlfriend, who knows I’m only separated, and kept seeing the current gf. Then I dumped the current gf telling her that she’s an attention seeking whore.





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