What secret, if it were to get out, would destroy your life?

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I've found the guy that is a worse sucker for love than Rob Kardashian.
I was 20 and spilt with my BF, dropped out of school and started working in a cocktail bar. One of our regulars owned a brothel (legal in my town) and was very wealthy and sophisticated. So were the whores he'd bring in. We, the bar staff, would go drink at the brothel's bar with him and various workers and clients at 3am when we knocked off and nothing else was open. It was all in-clubby and cool and I felt accepted and slightly naughty.

After two years of making friends and having a ball my best mate and I decided to go OS together and start saving to do so. He had $30k saved as the date was looming, and I didn't. T he pimp gave me the option to quickly make up the cash before I went so I didn't miss out/disappoint my friends etc etc

So young and so dumb.

After I'd been at the brothel about a month 'their highest paying regular' phoned. Apparently they were saving me for him. So yes, I went in knowing that he used whores. You wont believe me, but the truth from him and the whores and the madam and the pimp, was that he was a 'talker'. They're rare, but they exist. He would call girls for his mates and for parties, and even himself, but he never fucked them. I did my own digging and found this to be the case. So yes, Mr Prince Charming.

I saw him about 3 times while I was working, on the first night I knew there was something there. We exchanged numbers and my real name and the second date we made serious plans.

We ended up travelling to Europe together twice, buying a house, starting a a business and being in every facet of each others lives. I cannot stress how normal our relationship was and how far away it was from where we were when we met.

He comes from a very poor background a suffered abuse (horrific, horrific abuse) as a child and we bonded over that. He has worked his arse of to get where he is and is so generous and helpful to people in need it is no surprise to me we ended up together. But last week he told me he didn't wanted kids...and here we are.

 
I was sent to military school in the Midwest the summer after my freshman year of high school for 2 months. I was sent for getting a D in algebra, not for any behavioral issues. My parents are the greatest people in the world, and while I was pissed back then, I can see how it was a good idea in theory. Anyway, my dad is Jewish and my mother is Catholic, but I identified with my Jewish heritage much more back then. When I let it slip that I was Jewish, my world turned into a living nightmare. I got my ass handed to me on a daily basis. Toward the end, the ringleader of all of this got the idea to "crucify" me in our cabin by tying me to these two brooms that he had made into a crucifix. The group then proceeded to beat, sodomize, and whip me with whatever items they could find. I've never told anyone the entire truth. I feel like it's too much to put upon someone and have them try to empathize. I told my parents and my best friend about the beatings, but not the crucifixion, and no one else. It's been about 7 years since then, and I actually blocked out the entire memory until I went to a psychologist for ADD testing 2 years ago. I think this is probably what sparked my Atheism so early on in life. There are times when I'm almost glad that it happened because I feel like I've experienced the greatest evil that exists, pure blind hate, and I'm still standing. For a while right after, and since the memory came back, I was severely depressed because I just couldn't wrap my head around how anyone could hate a person or group of people so much. It still blows my mind, but I've come to terms with the fact that there are just some people in the world who only deal in hate. I try every single day to counteract this and I will continue to do so for the rest of my life.

TL;DR - I was beaten and "crucified" for being Jewish at military school when I was 15 and have never told anyone. Although I was the victim, I feel like if I told anyone it might change the way they viewed me and make me seem like a martyr or like I'm looking for attention.

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When I was about 12 I went with some family to the family dollar. My mother and cousins went off to go look at generic groceries so I decided I would just spend my time hanging out in the toy aisle, in the toy aisle there would always be these bags of marbles that other kids would open and leave laying there so I decided to fling marbles across the floor and one just happened to reach one of the far off aisles. So about two minutes later I hear a loud crash and someone scream "Somebody help this man!". Being the curious child I was, I ran over to see what the commotion was about and I find everyone gathered around this guy who had seem to have fallen from the ladder as he was getting something off the top shelf. The guy is seizing out and blood is coming from his head as he laid there and his face seemed to be turning blue. My mother whisked me and my cousins away and we left. Next time we went we talked to the front cashier and she said that they called the paramedics but by the time they got there he had died from choking. Apparently when he had the seizure he was choking on his own tongue. The cause for the fall according to the front cashier was that he had put the ladder on a marble and didn't check it before he got on it. When I heard what the cashier said I just stood in disbelief thinking I was going to jail, I tried telling my mother many times but all she did was say that I imagined it. TL;DR Killed a man with a marble in a family dollar.

Talk about this fucking you up
 
I have been pretending to be colorblind to everyone I have ever known, including my own parents since I was in 3rd grade. I am now 28 years old. I even convinced an optometrist of it.
 
My mom died when I was 17 and when it comes up I use it to garner attention for myself. In reality, I never met her and she has never meant anything to me other then a name.

I feel so empty

True ether that make your soul burn slow
 
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meh these stories aint so bad......how many people can say they lowered the oxygen on a grandma's oxygen tank to have sex with her grand daughter
 

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