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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.
im sorry, but i hate some people in the big brother.
i cut my self. i have no friends who care enough to tell me to stop. they’re all too concerned with their lives and it would be terribly rude of me to even consider asking them to care about mine.
i killed him…i’m soooo sorry mom
i feel jealous about my sister’s friend because she is getting messages with a boy who is the same as the one i love but my love doesn’t write me so i get very angry i hate her
I dn’t understand how certain person can permit themselves to judge other religion or even origin..we are all humans on earth living n enjoying for this short time until our death.. why?why?why?!!!
I masturbate just about everyday and im mean to pretty much everyone i know
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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When guys dump me I use everything I know about them (1st names, jobs, locations, hobbies, background etc) to impersonate them on internet forums for $h!t like furries (people who get off on pretending to be anthropomorphic, often retardedly rainbow-colored animals) and people who F*** life-size dolls. The A-hole NY I-banker who stole my virginity? Has the soul of a winged purple otter prince who likes it up the @$$ from hung foxes. The needled**k engineer who broke up w/me the week before Xmas? Has a whole harem of japanese realdolls & had a big fat sobbing pu$$y crisis requiring much (((hugs))) b/c a flesh&blood woman spoke to him in the grocery store. But he told me I was fat when I’m like 5′5 120# so he deserves it & then some. I spend way way too much time on it & it’s starting to interfere w/my real life but it’s just so much F***ing FUN!!!!!! If I ever find a hot, REAL man who’s faithful & true I’ll stop, I promise.
my uncle used to rape me when i was a child and i couldn’t tell anybody because i was afraid
now i’m a grown up woman and i’m married to a very good man but i still feel a pain inside me whenever i remember what my uncle used to do to me
my uncle passed away several months ago but i still feel afraid and i hate him so much
i know hate is not good and i have to forget and let go but i can’t
sometimes i dream that i’m stabbing him with a knife and i wake up screaming
estoy muy arrepentido deje que mi novia abortara
i’ve done many bad things, and i’m repentant, i hope than you escueseme! thanks
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.
I hate my father for letting his brother molest me and never believing that it was happening!
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 had sex with my wife before I married her, and I beat up the woman I was having an affair with and her dog out of anger. Afterwards I went back to my spot on the curb behind the 7-11, drunk, playing country music hoping for change. I started taking the Lord’s name in vain against this man who didn’t give me change, and I beat up his kid. He didn’t do anything, and was worried his wife might find out, who was still in the car. I said I wouldn’t tell if he paid me. And he did. So when his wife came out, she was stunning and I wanted her. Instead, I stole from her. Surprisingly, she had cocaine on her. I started selling it once she was gone, but one guy didn’t pay so I chased after him and killed him. I had no intention of forgiving him. My wife found me doing this and promptly divorced me. So out of envy (I still wanted her for my own), I pantsed her in front of everyone! That turned me on somehow. Pants around the ankles. I bought a lot of stuff online using fake credit card numbers, then went to the gay bar and had quite the time. I realized I hated everyone in Uganda and I wanted their food, so I killed every last one of them. After that I hacked into an ATM with illegal software and got a lot of money. I went to my sister’s home, and noticed she was in the shower. So I walked right in and had sex with her, forcefully. I lied and said I was still married to make it feel more exciting. Needless to say, she was very uncomfortable, but I loved her. At that point I started to lose faith in God and still felt horny, so I jacked off. However, I looked in my neighbor’s yard and saw a little girl. So I went over and had sex with her, after peeing on their lawn. Then my hoes (you know, hookers) saw some gays and even though I had a little stint I hated them all and thought they were all horrible people who couldn’t talk normally. I asked God, “what kind of cruel God would allow such horrible people in our world?†So I ran over a squirrel and proudly displayed it to everyone as my new God. I spilled a drink, but I was too lazy to clean it up. I flipped on “Jeopardy!†but I couldn’t get any answers right because I was too stupid, so in the name of Satan I began trashing the house. I found some TOP SECRET documents by chance while doing so, and in spite I turned it over to the French.
I can’t say. The world would blow up.
After having my heart broken, I went into a huge rut of depression. To get over it, I did the same thing (or what I thought was the same thing) to others. Led them on, slept with them and then brushed them off. It didn’t help me get over what I was feeling, all it did was deepen it. I’m such an asshole.
I judge people who commit indiscretions and post them on i4giveu.com in the hopes that they will be forgiven so they can live there life in peace when in reality they are not worthy of forgiveness.
I had sex with my wife before I married her, and I beat up the woman I was having an affair with and her dog out of anger. Afterwards I went back to my spot on the curb behind the 7-11, drunk, playing country music hoping for change. I started taking the Lord’s name in vain against this man who didn’t give me change, and I beat up his kid. He didn’t do anything, and was worried his wife might find out, who was still in the car. I said I wouldn’t tell if he paid me. And he did. So when his wife came out, she was stunning and I wanted her. Instead, I stole from her. Surprisingly, she had cocaine on her. I started selling it once she was gone, but one guy didn’t pay so I chased after him and killed him. I had no intention of forgiving him. My wife found me doing this and promptly divorced me. So out of envy (I still wanted her for my own), I pantsed her in front of everyone! That turned me on somehow. Pants around the ankles. I bought a lot of stuff online using fake credit card numbers, then went to the gay bar and had quite the time. I realized I hated everyone in Uganda and I wanted their food, so I killed every last one of them. After that I hacked into an ATM with illegal software and got a lot of money. I went to my sister’s home, and noticed she was in the shower. So I walked right in and had sex with her, forcefully. I lied and said I was still married to make it feel more exciting. Needless to say, she was very uncomfortable, but I loved her. At that point I started to lose faith in God and still felt horny, so I jacked off. However, I looked in my neighbor’s yard and saw a little girl. So I went over and had sex with her, after peeing on their lawn. Then my hoes (you know, hookers) saw some gays and even though I had a little stint I hated them all and thought they were all horrible people who couldn’t talk normally. I asked God, “what kind of cruel God would allow such horrible people in our world?” So I ran over a squirrel and proudly displayed it to everyone as my new God. I spilled a drink, but I was too lazy to clean it up. I flipped on “Jeopardy!” but I couldn’t get any answers right because I was too stupid, so in the name of Satan I began trashing the house. I found some TOP SECRET documents by chance while doing so, and in spite I turned it over to the French.
I and my gf have been having some problems last 2-3 months. It has been quite painful for both of us, but we have managed to be there for each other, until yesterday.
She wasn’t supporting me anymore, and I found myself alone. The problems didn’t deter me, but her not being there really hurt. Some confusion and challenges made me loose my temper.
I sent her some nasty sms messages. And yelled at her on the phone. Got quite angry with myself and with her. Was too close to doing something stupid.
I apolozied to her today, but she didn’t… Don’t think she did
Ask her again, to forgive me. Yesterday was v bad – hope you know it was an exception.
I did everything anybody hare said they did
I HATE FRENCH PEOPLE!!! BUT I DONT KNOW WHY !!!




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