Disturbing Reddit Confessions

hey what's up guys and welcome back to another Reddit stories video and today we're going to be getting into something a little bit different some Reddit confessions and more particularly disturbing rtic confessions and this is a new series I think I'm going to start for the channel if you guys like this video and perceive it well and comment down below that you enjoy this I'll continue and make it a series and post more videos like this in the future but these are super super interesting stories and posts and this could be a phenomenal series they're

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hard for me and I've been carrying it for a lot of years on the advice of my therapist I've written it all out to try to work out my feelings on it he didn't advise me to submit it to Reddit of course but I have struggled with this for a long time and I need to hear other people's opinion on it I still really have no idea how I feel about it even after all these years but I will submit for judgment by the masses I know I did wrong on some things probably a lot

of things I tried to do my best I that could my son was very troubled very troubled if you have seen the movie we need to talk about Kevin it will really help to understand what I'm talking about because I swear to God when I watched that film I thought I was watching a documentary of my life I felt like the rer must have had cameras hidden in my damn house that's how accurate it was the only difference is that in the movie the boy appears normal to his father and only reveals his true nature

to his mother with my son he didn't have that mask his insane Behavior was the same with everyone from the day he was born my son just came out wrong he was planned my wife and I tried to get pregnant and were ecstatic when he was born he was wanted and loved we showered affection on him and really tried to give him a happy childhood but from the day we brought him home from the hospital he was miserable he cried for 13 months straight I'm not exaggerating 13 months without a break he cried until he

had no voice left and kept crying you could see his little face scrunched up and no sound coming out totally hoarse there were times he would literally be crying in his sleep I've never seen or heard of any other kids able to do that we brought him to doctors Specialists tried changing his diet held him rocked him toys swaddling music mobiles everything we could think of nothing worked 13 18 months of grading grinding No Sleep hell once he got over the crying stage we thought we were out of the woods but it quickly became clear

that for some unknown reason he was just angry at being alive I never saw that kid have a genuine joyous smile once in the time I knew him I saw him grin a vicious horrible grin many times taking a perverse pleasure from causing pain or suffering or breaking a rule but a smile from real pleasure at something nice no never not once he had no interest in anything positive he was fueled by hate and everything he did was bent toward that as soon as he could walk his mission in life was to destroy things he

would break or try to break anything that came in his range Smash It chew it throw it in the toilet whatever he could after a while he figured out how to get his diaper off and took great pleasure in [ __ ] and pissing anywhere he could after a while he figured figured out he could hide it and started pissing and [ __ ] in places we wouldn't find right away grinding it into carpets making it even more of a problem the clean and making the house stink when he got older ages 9 to 15

he would piss and [ __ ] in our bed until we got a lock on our door and he wasn't able to get in anymore then he'd just take a dump in the hallway in front of a room that biological warfare started around a 2 and a half years old and he never grew out of it I'll try to speed it up as I could literally go on for days about this stuff but as he Grew Older he became more and more unmanageable he would bite kick scream scratch and spit at anyone trying to do

anything with him he was kicked out of school twice before he was nine then let him back in and then kicked him out for good he had to change schools the next one put him in a special class that kept him away from the other students we had to install a door and lock on the kitchen because he would steal knives and use them to gouch the wall/ furniture or chase people with them when he was 10 he stabbed me pretty good in the hip and ass I still have the scars as he Grew Older

he grew darker he moved into setting things on fire and torturing local animals there was a stray dog that hung around the park near my house my son blinded it in one eye with a barbecue Fork he would dip cat's tails and gasoline and light them on fire he became a violent stinking vicious Beast that lived in our house we couldn't do anything with him I will take this opportunity to preempt the tsunami of messages yeah yes we had the kid in [ __ ] therapy he saw a psychiatrist twice a week and had God

knows how many different medications prescribed to him over the years nothing worked therapy didn't work meds didn't work nothing [ __ ] worked he was like a poison cloud of hate and fury lashing know at anything in his reach when my son was 16 my wife got pregnant again I can't tell you how different our reaction was instead of joy we felt horror this pregnancy had not been planned and we were really were at a loss of what to do my son had been such an unending nightmare for 16 years we couldn't take the idea

of starting again from the beginning we talked a lot about terminating but a access to a was not as easy in those days as it is now and B my wife was very against it we talked about many options in the end we decided that my wife would have the baby and if it turned out evil we would put it up for adoption we knew we just couldn't do it again with another child like our son we had a daughter she was very normal suddenly we saw what our lives should have been like the end

whole time how things would have been had her son not been himself she laughed at things she breastfed without biting she didn't have teeth yet anyway but you could tell she was just trying to eat not tear her mom's breast off after 4 months she was sleeping through the night she was happy she was normal I can't describe the relief and happiness that we both felt I don't have the words for it this is where I believe I may have started really pulling back from my son up until that time whatever mistakes I made I

had always tried my best to do my best for my son I'm convinced of that I tried to help him and love him and care for him I really tried but when my daughter was born my wife and I both instinctively just turned toward her she became our Focus not for malice but just because she was so much easier she was so happy and sweet every moment we were with her was just like magic I understand this was wrong but we honestly couldn't help it I don't have a better explanation than that my son hadn't

given a [ __ ] about my wife being pregnant I honestly don't know if he really understood it but when we brought our daughter home he started acting out even more I didn't think it was possible but he took it up another notch at this time he was 17 we were having blowout screaming matches daily usually after we fought he would storm out of the house and disappear for hours at a time or come back the next morning it was a relief I started to actually look forward to our fights because it would get him

away from us for a while after the birth of our daughter my relationship with my son was almost entirely gone our only real interactions were screaming at each other my wife was even worse with him she just had nothing left by that time if our son even came into the same room as her she would just stop whatever she was doing and start screaming get the [ __ ] away from me get away get the [ __ ] out until he left he started spending more and more time out of the house which was a

blessing for us I have no idea what he got up to and the world but we were just happy it wasn't being inflicted on us as a consequence of our son's Behavior we had invested heavily in locks around our house all of the cheap thin interior doors in our home had been replaced with thick dense wood doors that couldn't be kicked through equipped with keyed locks that my wife and I carried kids to I know it sounds extreme but locks and heavy doors were the best way we had found to create safe spaces from them

and again before I'm undated with messages I was not locking my son in rooms like a prisoner he had free reign of the house and could come and go as he pleased my wife and I would lock ourselves in rooms to protect ourselves from them if anything we were the prisoners in our own home on the day in question I had fought with my son in the morning and he had left the house in a rage my wife and I were enjoying some peace and quiet in the kitchen while our daughter napped in our bedroom

and then my daughter began crying any parent who has young children can tell you you get used to your child's cries and you tell after a while what they need they cry differently if they are hungry or need changing or are just restless and want to be held babies can communicate pretty well before they can speak the cry was none of those things this cry was Terror the second we heard it my wife and I were both up out of our chairs and running into the room the door was locked of course and it took

a few seconds to get the right key to get it open my son was in the room we lived in a bungalow and the bastard had climbed in the window to get her he was standing over the her crib with a stag knife in his hand I have no idea where he got it it wasn't one of ours we controlled our knives very carefully and always kept them in locked drawers I think he may have stolen it from one of our neighbors houses he had broken her skin twice already Once In the Belly area and

once on her arm I could see blood running down when I entered the room he was dragging the back of the knife down her face not cutting almost tickling her with it teasing her while she screamed he looked up at us and smiled before I knew what I was doing I was already moving running to put myself between them I didn't think about it I just moved instinctively even with that my wife got there faster it was like a movie on Fast Forward she got to her son and bashed his hand away knocking the knife

across the room and then shoved him with her whole body weight so hard that he flew away from the crib and bounced off the wall I picked up my daughter and held her while my wife screamed us I could see her shaking almost convulsing I can remember the smell of the room the sound of my her screaming and wailing the look of my son's face as he stood there just nothing blank dead there was nothing in his eyes no emotion he looked like an alien to me I watched my wife take a step forward I

could have reached out and stopped her but I didn't she stepped forward again very close to him I could have stopped her again but I didn't she waited looking at him for maybe 3 to 5 Seconds without moving and then she punched him in the face now until this point you may have been picturing my wife as a typical woman small frame dainty delicate this is not the case my wife does have a small frame but dainty and delicate she is not never has she been since I've known her since her early teams my wife

has been a boxer MMA didn't exist back then but karate and boxing were big in those days and my wife was a very talented amateur she was about 130 lbs she carried a lot of muscle and she knew how to punch I had 70 lbs on her back then and I have no doubt that in a real fight between me and her she could have and would have pounded me flat neither of us had ever laid a hand on her son in Anger before but something broken her that day and all the years of anger

and pain and sorrow and frustration just came pouring out when she hit him his head snapped back and blood started pouring out of his nose he hardly reacted he just looked at her with this shocked expression like he didn't know how to process what had just happened she waited Another Second and then she hit him again I could have reached out and stopped her I could have dragged her out of the room taken her away calmed her I didn't I just stood there and watched him while she systematically started to pound him to a pulp

every time he brought his hands to cover one part she would blast him somewhere else body head body head over and over he started screaming crying out yelling for her to stop it's the most genuine reaction I'd ever seen him have to anything in his whole life but she wasn't stopping I watched her ramping up hitting Harder Faster working him like a heavy bag he tried to swing at her and she slipped him easily she was on autopilot sinking down into her training I stood there watching her for a minute then I turned my back

on them and took my daughter out of the room I brought my daughter to the kitchen and gave her a bath in the sink I found that he had cut her a third time on the sole of her foot all the cuts were superficial I cleaned her up and held her until she calmed I put poly spor in and Band-Aids on her Cuts in our bedroom I could hear my son screaming calling my wife horrible names telling her her he would cut her head off and E her corpse after a while I didn't hear him

saying anything anymore didn't even hear him crying out I assumed that he must have been knocked out but I could still hear her beating him that went on for a long time long enough for my daughter to drift off to sleep in my arms I just sat at the kitchen table waiting for her to finish finally she came out and sat down across from me her hands were swollen and red her face and arms were splattered with blood her chest was heaving we just stared at at each other without saying anything after a while I

asked her is he dead she looked back at me and answered I [ __ ] hope so I nodded that was all there was to say about that I understood how she felt perfectly I felt the same I didn't know what to do so we just sat there waiting silently eventually my wife started crying and went to go take a shower I just stayed where I was holding our daughter after a long while I heard her moaning and sobbing coming from her room it turned out that my son wasn't dead I went in to see

how bad it was and it was pretty bad I've never seen a more merciless beating laid out onto anyone before or since he was lying on the floor rolling around with blood leaking out of his face lying in a pool of vomit his nose was squashed flat out across his face both of his eyes were completely swollen shut and starting to Blacken already I could see that a couple of his fingers were bent out at weird angles and he had pissed his pants I think he must have been missing teeth but I couldn't see any

on the floor and I couldn't see an inside of his mouth his lips were all puffed up and swollen from talking to my wife about it later I know now that she had systematically beaten every part of his body focusing heavily on his legs she told me she kicked him in the groin repeatedly until her legs got tired and had kept beating his body long after he had passed out when my wife came out of our shower I still didn't know what to do about her son I didn't know whether to call the police or

an ambulance take him to the hospital myself I honestly didn't have any idea what to do after a while I realized that I simply didn't care what happened to him anymore and we decided to just let him live or die on his own there was an in-law suit in the basement that we had never really used and my wife my daughter and I just moved down there we simply seeded the top floor of the house to my son and locked everything down separated our lives entirely there was plenty of food in the upstairs cabinets enough

for a couple of weeks or more he had a washroom and bedrooms to use we had a washroom in the basement they small kitchenet and a separate entrance so we could just stop going upstairs we just decided we were done with him I figured we'd let his food run out and see what happened next over the next week we could hear moving around upstairs sometimes I think he just spent most of his time lying in bed recovering I went to work watching on high alert in case he attacked me in the driveway but he never

did my wife stayed home with her daughter she was never out of our sight one night we heard him going ballistic smashing things and banging we didn't respond on he never tried to get downstairs or get near us though I think he was afraid that if he got near us again my wife got might finish the job on him after 3 weeks down in the basement we hadn't heard anything from up above for a few days and I ventured upstairs to the main floor of the house the place was demolished and there was no sign

of my son he was gone it took months to repair the damage he had done and get the main floor back to normal again there was food and [ __ ] smeared all over the walls and broken glass on the floor big holes in the dry wall he had ripped the place apart he tore up the linum in a corner of the kitchen and emptied it an entire foam fire extinguisher into the living room I feel thankful that he didn't burn the house down with us in it I'm honestly not sure why he didn't the

kid wasn't shy about lighting things on fire after that I lived in fear every day that he would come back that he would Ambush us out of the blue and try to kill us we moved house about 3 years later and I finally stopped being afraid that he would show up again as now we had no idea where we were I finally felt safe from him all this happened a long time ago my son was born in the spring of 1971 my daughter was born in 88 I'm an old man now I'll be 70 this

year and my wife passed from cancer in 2016 my daughter is 31 now I moved in with her and her husband after my wife passed I've got two granddaughters and they are the joy of my life I see a therapist a couple times a month to talk about this I don't know where my son is the last time I saw him was when he was lying L on the floor of a bedroom bleeding and smashed I haven't heard from him since he left more than 30 years now I don't want to I carry a lot

of guilt from that time and a lot of conflicted emotions I didn't beat him myself but I allowed him to be beaten and I thought he deserved it I was happy it happened I didn't try to kill him but I would have been happy if he died I will say that I do hope he was able to overcome his demons and go live a normal life somewhere if he wasn't able to do that if he stayed the way he was then I truly do hope someone out there killed him when I knew him he was

a rabbit dog in whichever way it went I just hope he isn't still out there hurting anyone else I'm dying but haven't told anyone I was diagnosed with cancer a little over 2 weeks ago after a regular checkup turns out I have a tumor on my colon that has spread to other areas liver and lung so far and will require extensive chemo and surgery for any chance to live longer than 8 months I'm not having any treatment and I haven't told my wife because she'll only pressure me to get the treatment which results in months

of pain and suffering for a relatively small chance instead I'm making sure our last few months together are filled with only happy memories I'm starting to work later and finishing earlier in the day to make her breakfast and bed and take on dates in the evenings my landlord I rent my workshop from has has agreed to let me run my business rentree for the next 6 months which means significantly less Financial stress and I can save a lot more so she has something to carry her over afterwards I hope she'll forgive me for taking this

path when I was 16 I took my family pet to the vet found out he was terminally ill and never told anyone I'm the eldest of four kids in a family of six and growing up we had a beautiful albino chinchilla named Dusty Dusty was an awesome little pet to have as a kid very sweet Never B anyone loved to cuddle and run around digging tunnels in the bed sheets he had this really big cage in our guest bedroom that was connected to my room and every time someone would walk past his cage he would

run to the gate hoping to be taken out if you open the gate he would just hop right into your hand anyway great pet so about three days after I got my driver's license as a 16-year-old I noticed that one of Dusty's eyes were tearing a little bit which I hadn't seen happen before feeling like a brand new adult with my new driver's license I decided to take it upon myself to bring him to the vet and see what was up so I put him into a brown paper grocery bag with his favorite blanket made

some air holes stapled it shut and strapped them into the passenger seat of my family's van fast forward maybe a half hour and I'm sitting in the vet's office holding Dusty feeling like the most responsible adult ever the vet is an exotic animals vet and takes a look at him then ask to do an x-ray so she sedates him a little does the X-ray hands him back to me and leaves the room adult level 9,000 as I sit petting him until he wakes back up so the vet comes back in and sits next to me

on a little bench in the checkup room and starts petting him in my lap she's telling me how wonderful he is and how lucky I am to have such a great little pet asking me my favorite memories of him all this so we are talking and finally I asked her something like okay so how much do chinchilla ey drops cost because I've got to get going and she smiles gently saying something like I wish eye drops could fix this she gives me a hug and starts to explain Dusty was not bred responsibly and had some

kind of internal deformity involving the roots of his teeth putting pressure on his eyes and brain this would eventually cause an early death I couldn't believe it I remember starting to cry and putting Dusty back in his grocy bag with his blanket and asking if the vet had a stapler I could use to CL it again I paid cash to the receptionist for my babysitting money and got into my car crying all the way home when I got home I sat in the car for a while in the garage trying to gather myself as Dusty

chewed on his bag looking back I'm not really sure why but in the car I decided not to tell my family the news the vet said Dusty wasn't in pain despite him tearing eye and we wouldn't have to put him down she didn't know how long exactly he had left but guess maybe a year I guess I figured I didn't want my family to be sad every time they played with him or passed by his cage knowing his time was limited I wanted the rest of his little life to be normal eventually I brought him

back into the house and put him into this cage I went later that day to Petco and bought rodent eye drops as a coverup and proudly told my family that night how I bought Dusty to the vet to check his eye and lied saying the doctor gave me eye drops and told me I irritation is common in chinchillas Dusty lived three more years after that 2 years longer than the vet had expected he passed away just shy of his 10th birthday on the morning he passed I told my dad what had actually happened at the

vet he told me I was so much more of an adult than I knew I'm responsible for the deaths of several people around 4 years ago I was a vendor on the dark net it was a relatively shortlived thing I was just doing it because I was too lazy to get a job and at the time didn't want to settle for the the 9 to-5 thing I wanted to start my own business and use the drug money as a startup I've been using myself for years along with that I met lots of people with the

dealing scene and eventually started dealing myself I have a lot of anxiety though so I hated meeting up with people in parking lots and I definitely didn't want anyone to know where I lived that's when I read about the Silk Road and Ross old Brit being caught got obsessed with the idea of it got obsessed with learning OPC all with the goal of eventually using my connections to start up my store well after a couple of months I did I started my store with three drugs ketamine meth and some outdoor weed my buddy was getting

for super cheap all was doing good for a few months had a couple thousand got stolen in an exit scam but I had about $255,000 saved up at that point so it didn't ruin my life like a few vendors I knew of eventually I met a local connect that came into the town only once a week but he had [ __ ] anything I wanted masculin LSD mushrooms PCP even and Fentanyl at the time people weren't really cutting heroin with fentanyl I mean I'm sure people did plenty but it was not nearly as commonplace now

people just did Fentanyl and still do I put all my dresses into an Excel spreadsheet along with their name zip code order along with the amount at the time I was selling some super white powdered masculine the fentanyl was also a white powder very similar consistency long story short my Excel [ __ ] up or I [ __ ] up and about seven people's mealine orders were filled in as fentanyl orders they all went out I didn't notice and kept doing my thing for a few days after about 5 days someone contacted me and told

me their friend died from my mescaline I immediately called [ __ ] went to check my order log and scale up how much I had of my mesculin left well had about 11 grams or more than I should have I still don't know how the [ __ ] it could have happened I wasn't a user but I was definitely high off dabs I went to check my order log on the market to see if anyone had finalized on their purchase and a couple of them were but none from a specific day including the person that

messaged me no one that had purchased mescalin that day had finalized their orders the market I was on also had a feature to see the users's last activity and none of them have logged in for at least 3 days most 2 days I immediately deactivated my vendor account I didn't even need confirmation I knew what happened happened I knew I just killed several people I sold the rest of my drugs converted my Bitcoin to cash and moved the [ __ ] away didn't speak to anyone for weeks found a job in a restaurant living in

a city I always wanted to I haven't touched drugs since that day I haven't had anything to do with that life since then I still think about them every night I saved their names and Googled them a few days later I was able to find info on four customers that definitely died One customer shared it with a friend they both died I don't know why I'm even posting this mainly because I have no one to tell and even if I did I don't think I could I spend my day sober clocking into work clocking out

of work coming home playing video games I'm a complete recluse people I Used to Know Have disted themselves immensely and I know it's because I'm a shell of my former self I can't help it could I even tell a therapist about this I don't feel like I deserve to be alive am I really living any anyway I don't even know anymore maybe this will help me feel better I caught my mom who I thought was an angel having a affair on my dad now I can't stand her and see her for the sociopath she is

I grew up loving my mother dearly as most Sons do she was protective kind beautiful successful and smart and was someone I strove to be like when I was young however I wasn't seen the side of her that is at her core and within the past 3 years I have come to despise her she is selfish manipulative two-faced and an overall bad human which is a tough pill to swallow when I adored her for 25 years it's weird how you don't really know your parents until you become an adult this will be long and if

just one person gets through it then it was worth riding I just need to get this off my chest my parents are in their late 50s my dad is very successful owner of his own business and is an all-around good guy great father to my sisters and I and is a way better husband than my mom deserves they've been together since they were in high school when in their sophomore year my mom literally pulled a girl out of his Jeep and got in because she wanted to be with him red flag he is more passive

and my mom is aggressive obviously any honeydew list he got he did it anything my mother wanted she got his his brother and I even always gave him [ __ ] for being so whipped they went into over $90,000 in debt when I was 13 because my mom wanted a big house Mercedes and other crap they couldn't afford at the time we went on expensive vacations that she planned we ate at nice restaurants we couldn't afford and the only thing my dad ever stood his ground on was that he gets to deer hunt with the

guys three weekends a year which my mom still bitched about being left out of she has always had to be the center of whatever does in his life no exceptions but that isn't what made me see her for who she was four years ago my now wife and I were soon to be married my mom suggested we all take a motorcycle trip one weekend my dad and I ride together often with her old coworker we'll call him James she explained he was going through a tough time with his ex-wife and needed to get away we

go and have a good time for a weekend but it just felt weird it was my mom dad and my now wife and James the dynamic and overall Vibe of being around my mom's old friend was strange he was a nice enough guy he was tall handsome rich and bronny he had ex-wife and two kids around my age and he loved taking pictures of my mom and dad which creeped me out anyways nothing of importance happened on this trip but my mom starts acting strange afterwards and my dad and older sister are the ones who

noticed it at this time I lived with my fiance on the other side of the city but my older sister was living with my parents because she was in grad school and was recently divorced after one year of marriage found out he was an addict and spent all their money one night a few weeks after our motorcycle trip my fiance sister mom and I went into an incubus concert my mom was acting weird wanting to smoke pot down in beers this isn't like her at all and just being weird in general it was like she

was a whole different person all of a sudden after being there for 10 minutes she said I'm going to go grab a beer and gets up and disappears for an hour I went looking for her after she had been gone for 40 minutes as I was concerned for her safety and when I came back with no luck I asked my sister if she's been able to get a hold of her she rolls her eyes and goes I didn't bother calling she's probably calling James what the [ __ ] she then drops a bomb and then

tells me she and Dad suspect she's having an affair with him she goes on to explain how sketchy she has been acting doing things like changing her phone and iPad password stepping out for phone calls and Whispering even putting a [ __ ] jar of rocks on her phone while she slept so she would be woken up if anyone touched it I'm assuming I don't know [ __ ] weird my dad managed to look in her phone before she changed her password and quickly skimmed through her text with James and saw some suspicious cryptic dialogue

my Mom finally gets back to us at the concert and at this point I'm pissed and devastated all at once I asked her what took so long she didn't even have the beer she left to get and she says oh I I ran into some old friends from my old job at blank immediately sensing [ __ ] what are the chances her 50 plusy old friends also went to see Incubus so I asked who she didn't expect this follow-up question but slightly responds with you don't know them I then ask well what are their names

she's feeling the pressure and stutters before managing to make up some [ __ ] names my wife and sister are listening to my interrogation very intently while Brandon Boyd is killing it in the background singing pardon me I get sick of her BS and drop it I am livid and crushed and thinking of my dad my sister had already gotten to the point of disgust I was at so she didn't say anything and we all kind of ignored it until the next day after this concert incident my sister tells my dad what happened and he

finally approaches my mom about everything he demanded to see her call history and sees a 45-minute call to James at the time of the concert along with many others he demands to know what the [ __ ] is going on and she says he is just going through a hard time with his ex who is apparently debilitated from alcoholism and she was just helping him get through it as a friend anyways to keep any readers interested I'm going to skip past the [ __ ] that could make this the longest read ever basically the sketch

this goes on for months and at the time of my wedding my dad has a Tracker in their goddamn car has requested call logs from the phone company and is looking at hiring a private investigator I still remember dancing with her at my wedding she looked at me adoringly and I couldn't look back at her little did my dad or I know me and my love for my kaying would soon give him everything everything he needed a month or so after my wedding I go to stay with my old college roommate for a weekend of

kayaking and fishing he lived by my grandparents lake house my mom's parents and I was going to pick up my kayak from their house that day my dad randomly calls me just to say hi and probably tells me about whatever sketchy BS my mom has been up to though probably not healthy he is my best friend and this has been our convos lately I tell him that I'm headed to the lake housee and your spawns with I doubt she would be this bold but your mom said she was at the lake housee with her girlfriends

this weekend and I want you to be prepared if that isn't the case if it isn't let me know I knew what he meant I didn't give my mom a heads up that I was coming on purpose and as I drive by I'm relieved to see just her car and another girly looking car in the driveway I call my dad before going in and tell him my initial assessment is that nothing sketchy is going on from what I can see just looks like her and her friends are here he's as relieved as I am I

walk up knock on the door and it's silent the back patio door is UN locked so I walk in the first thing I see is a leather motorcycle jacket hanging on one of the bar stools and immediately recognize it as James my heart starts pounding and my adrenaline is pumping as my vision gets all weird and my ears start burning a million questions went through my head in a second like are they here do they know I'm here should I announce myself God damn it mommy [ __ ] cheating [ __ ] I act fast

assuming they aren't there but could be pulling up any minute I take a picture of the jacket K I go to the garage and sure enough James's motorcycle is there I take a picture of that and then run back in and see cell phones stacked where they are charging in the kitchen I grab a phone I don't recognize it didn't have a lock on it so I immediately go to the pictures first one is of two people I don't recognize as well as my Mom and James and they're kissing each other on the lips I

scroll a little bit more and more of the same [ __ ] my heart is pumping out of my chest at this point and I take a few quick pictures of my phones in the phone and run out of the house house not even remembering or carrying what I had originally been there for something I should add here when I was seven my mom left my dad for a doctor who just wanted to use her and drop her like a bad habit and my dad reluctantly took her back after she begged and pleaded she blamed

the doctor at the time saying he drug SLR worded her some [ __ ] my dad later told me that at the time he told himself he was doing it for the kids and had planned on leaving her after we graduated high school but they did so well in between then in our graduations that he eventually forgave her and was happy in their relationship I remember them being separated but I didn't know the details until recently okay so anyways I peel out of the driveway at the lake house and drive to a secluded Street in

the neighborhood as I try to figure out what the [ __ ] to do I let my heart rate slow a bit so I could think more clearly and then called my little sister trying to decide if I tell my dad and if so how up to this point everyone just had their suspicions with no solid proof my little sister who is the sweetheart of the family agrees that he needed to call Dad and tell him immediately because he deserves to know despite how bad it will hurt him I then called my wife and she

agreed but we were both worried what he would do I hesitated for a bit but eventually I called my dad to tell him his wife of 25 years is cheating on him when he answers I just blurt it out James is here I have proof and Mom is cheating on you I didn't know how to put it delicately so I just gave him the facts he was in shock like me he kept saying the same phrase over and over no [ __ ] way God damn it insert my mom's name God damn it wow such

a [ __ ] God damn it after the initial shock wears off he apologizes that I had to be the one to see it and then says he's on his way it's a 3-hour drive and that he'll meet up with me at my roommates I immediately call my uncle my dad's identical twin and my other best friend and tell him what's going on I tell him I'm afraid my dad is going to do something stupid he said he'll make sure he doesn't then coming down together and meet me at my roommate's house we talk for

a couple hours and come up with the plan they switch trucks with my roommate to go Incognito because he must see it for himself my dad promises he won't do anything stupid despite what he may see he sneaks up there after dark Parks far away and walks a mile through the woods with his brother in a pair of binoculars he hides behind some trees when he got in a place and sees them on the patio with another couple drinking wine they're cuddling and kissing like they're an old married couple and like what they were doing

is not Beyond [ __ ] up it took every ounce of self-control for my dad not to run over there and go insane on them instead he did the smart thing thankfully and just took pictures of them and left the next morning he cleared out their bank account sent her the pictures he and I took along with the text that said I know everything I'm leaving you I can only imagine what their reaction was like I rest assured that the rest of their little getaway was quite stressful the next year was a nightmare for everyone

and my mom's reaction who this solidified my disdain for her she dragged everyone into her [ __ ] and made our lives a living hell my dad and I caught her red-handed he just wanted her to go to James and let him live in peace but instead she dropped James and begged my dad to take her back my dad agreed to pay her alimony if she granted him a divorce without lawyers that would have drained them both financially she reluctantly agreed after the divorce my mom cried every day for a year she moved in with

my little sister in an apartment she couldn't afford she got on anti presence and went into a downward spiral that because we loved her no matter what took us all with her all the lies she had told for a year began to surface more and more thinking back on that motorcycle trip where I spent a weekend with this prick made my stomach turn I even bought the rich [ __ ] of whiskey and Coke though I despised who she was and what she had done I was still very concerned from my mom and would listen

to her SOB on the phone and in front of me she cried to my wife a lot which I hated this was my wife's first year in the family and myom mom was calling her balling about how cruel my dad was being to her my mom blamed my dad's twin brother for almost everything saying he had stolen him away from her on all our guy hunting trips and he was the reason their marriage fell apart she was truly manic my mom's parents and brother were disgusted with her because they loved my dad so much and

they refused to talk to her about it so my wife sisters dad and I were the ones who got the brunt of it she tried manipulating everyone to make us think she was the victim here it made me sick she tried to make it seemed like she was the battered wife and my dad had treated her badly we all knew the truth and I found myself despising her more and more as a person my dad on the other hand went full-blown fra boy with his newly found Freedom he's a handsome guy with money and though

my mom's reaction was taking a toll on him in every way he distracted himself by getting on Bumble and banging a bunch of 30 to 40 something year old women hunted every weekend and went on Harley rides during the week to escape it all my mom still doesn't know about the women and honestly after being with the same woman for 30 years being cheated on twice and having every aspect of his life being controlled he deserved it he needed to get it out of a system anyways getting us more towards the present my wife and

I became pregnant with our first child and the joy of it was completely overshadowed by my mom's constant meltdowns I couldn't even get them in the same room to tell all my family that they were going to have a new niece SLG granddaughter for 10 months she relentlessly berid my dad for not being able to forgive her and used my unborn child their first grandchild as a pawn to get him back she told him that it would be his fault if their grandchild grew up with divorced grandparents it made my blood boil after a while

and against me and my sister's encouragement for my dad to stay strong my dad caved and slowly started to get back with her they sold their house and now live together in a town home my daughter is 17 months old now and my parents have fallen back into the relationship of my mom dominating his life despite him trying to set strong ground rules this time it's been like when a villain gets their power back after losing them she went from weak and broken to manipulating everyone to her will like she has always done my wife

is shy caring and always worried to offend my family in any way and my mom uses this to try and emboss her around when it comes to our daughter until I step in she'll constantly play the guilt card about how my wife's parents see our daughter more when they live 4 hours away uh yeah you [ __ ] psycho they're good people when I talk to my mom now there was never love in my voice I don't want to hate her but her flaws are so apparent she's a sociopath who is to be in control

everyone we all love her despite this but I am the only one who calls her out on her [ __ ] my older sister barely speaks to her my daughter is obsessed with her and it makes me happy and Furious at the same time she doesn't deserve my dad and she doesn't deserve our forgiveness especially since this is twice now that we know about that she cheated on my dad not sure how to end this just wish my mom wasn't such a [ __ ] I guess I'm thankful these events in my realization didn't happen

sooner otherwise I wouldn't know that there would good women out there and instead I'd probably have a hard time trusting them if you guys made it this far thanks for reading edit just want to thank you guys I read through most of the comments and messages that range from this is fake to your mom is an [ __ ] to something sincere and relatable I tried to write it in a way that wouldn't bore to death I know everyone says this but I wrote this expecting no more than a handful of people to read it

at most sorry it was so long I did not expect it to be on the front page thanks for letting me vent and for responding with your own stories and thoughts on it felt good to get it off my chest y'all are awesome we're rich but nobody knows it sold our business this year mid-50s net worth now over $10 million USD our kids have noidea idea teenagers our siblings have no idea our parents are deceased nobody else knows except our Banker we live a lowincome life still shopping at Walmart and Target at some point we

may buy a big look at me home on a lake a river like 2 to 3 million because why not but for now we're happy just being retired not flaunting our wealth and living at quiet life driving an old Honda in Toyota we are minimalists by the way and love decl uttering our home of material Goods good to just type this out for many internet strangers to see can't and won't tell anyone else cheers to not flunk out of college I changed my grades and thousands of others as well when I was a student at

a major university in the late 80s I was failing several classes miserably I had completely screwed up in two of my six classes and I needed to make a plan of how not to flunk out for one class I decided to dedicate all my spare time in correcting where I went wrong and fix it by acing the final exam the other class which was much more technical required that I come up with a plan keep in mind that I was a totally goody two shoes kid who felt like they were in a desperate situation failing

out of college was not something I could allow to happen Desperate Times Desperate Measures the class that I needed to pass was a science/engineering class that I had not b to go to so I went to the very last Thursday class to figure out my plan one thing the professor did say was that if he had a 93 or higher average in the class you could opt out of the final exam that was happening in one week I had a 64 average so I had to take the exam how was I going to ace this

exam my grades were too low to get pulled up enough the only way to fix this was to get my grades changed so I came up with a Hail Mary plan one that involved a few rules to be broken and by rules I mean laws the science building where the class was given would close for the weekend this meant that the professor's offices were locked and most of the labs were locked as well you could still get into the main parts of the building but you had to talk to a security person if it was

after hours there wasn't digital Badges and [ __ ] like that back then so here was my plan on Friday afternoon after most classes were over I scoped out the whole building it was a U-shaped building that was three tall I had to find a way in luckily I found one of the first floor Labs on the inside of the U had large horizontal windows that could be unlocked and would allow for someone to crawl through even better one of the lab's windows were obscured by small Fen in area that housed some of the electrical

and HVAC units large bushes lined the fence as well so while I was there I went into the lab and unlocked a window to allow myself a place to enter the building the door of the lab was propped open and I unpopped it and let it close it locked good to know it also reduced the chances of someone relocking the window I also scoped out the professor's office it was open but he was not in there it was very small and with no windows just enough room for a desk his chair and a couple of

other chairs his office door was all metal door painted beige except for a small Center window in the middle the window had a wire screen built into the glass held in place by a simple screwed on frame there were lots of Manila EnV envelopes and schedules Etc on the door as well this would be a challenge but I'd form my plan at around 3:30 in the morning I arrived back at the building with my backpack and a plan to break into the building I Had a Hammer pliers a roll of tape and some screwdrivers that

I had sced and I was nervous as hell I made my way through the bushes and climbed over the fence I checked the window and it was still unlocked I pulled myself up through the window and into the dark lab remembering that the lab doors would lock behind you I slowly opened the lab door and place some tape on the lock to stop it from locking I was expecting a quiet building but instead was greeted by the loud sound of Machinery running another lab was conducting an all night test or something and at least three

upper level students were there overseeing the project in a way that was good because my presence wouldn't necessarily be noticeable by others I would find out later that it would also cover any noises I made I made my way to the professor's office door which was a lot more out of the way part of the building the office was located right by one of the stairwells so I could hear anyone coming down the stairs and also if someone happened to start coming from the other way I could use the stairs for a quick exit I

pulled out the screwdriver to start unscrewing the frame around the glass window in his door and soon realized that the screws were covered in decades of paint not good what I thought was going to be a 2-minute job turned into a 45 minute job I went into what I would call [ __ ] it mode and just went to town on this window frame I had a few starts and stops but no one came by I got the frame off and tried to pry the glass out of the frame it was sealed with paint getting

the glass out took a Monumental amount of slow prying and steady effort after 30 minutes of scraping and gentle pressure I had the glass paint out I slowly reached in and turned the lock to unlock the door I grabbed a large manila folder on the outside of the door and repositioned it over the window a perfect cover for the now mauled up window I slid into the office and looked for something to cover the window that would block light the desk calendar works well and a few pieces of tape held it up well then I

turned the lights on to survey the scene I was now presented with a desk a chair and small slim table behind the desk of all the ways my plan could go wrong my biggest fear was that the professor may have taken all of his grades home with him a quick look into the large flat file on his desk and I had full handwritten grade register in my hands in the pen he used for recording grades was teched right inside he taught six classes that semester and I only needed to change one grade my grade however

now that I had seen how banged up the paint was on the glass window frame I knew I had to alter the plan I searched through the grade book and found all of my grades and I saw I had several in the 70s and some lower 60s grades I had done some work in the class I thought it over for a few seconds and started executing Plan B I went through every single class he had and began randomly changing anything in the 60s to read as if in the 80s then I went through the change

all the 7 s and found to read as 90s I realized that the changed grades wouldn't stand up under close scrutiny so I had to create a herd immunity of changed grades I noticed a few bad students in some of the classes and made some extra efforts at changing the grades a zero now an 88 this was taken a while with six classes and 50 students or so in each class and about 10 grades per student there was about 3,000 grades in this register I changed at least 1,500 of those grades of course my grade

were changed as well lots of numbers in the '90s I closed the grade book and placed it back in the drawer exactly as I had found it but I heard a little plink sound I pulled on the drawer and realized it was now locked but wasn't before okay so maybe he'll think he locked it no big deal my mind began to wonder of what the aftermath of this might be would this work would I be able to get away with not taking the exam by creating this academic chaos about this time was when I noticed

the IBM PC on his back table hm did he record his grades on a handwritten register and his PC if he had a backup of the grades all of this would be for nothing also I couldn't reference all the changed grades at the drawer was now locked I booted up as IBM PC XT and saw that it had two 3.5 disc drives there's five discs by the commutator what to do I loaded each disc in the drive and type D in Nuke them all I hadn't planned on this but then [ __ ] it mod

mode so let's review the plan changeed so many grades that he would have to take an impossible amount of time to deconstruct the chaos and simply give out good grades or at least better grades as needed no one particular student would be identifiable as a culprit because there were plenty who had a motivation to change the grades this was as good of an idea as I could come up with after having distributed all the good grades to all the good boys and girls I gathered my tools and planned my exit strategy the back of his

door had a few items tapes to it as well so I replaced the glass in frame and covered it with another manila folder I wrote a poorly written not on a post hit that said sorry mop handle cracked the glass replaced glass maintenance I then split got past the grade student running the machine slipped out the window and never went back didn't show up for the final exam either because you know higher than a edited 90 or 93 average and all waited 45 long days that summer to get my grades got a 90 in the

class yeah okay no complaints there had to be some other people who got their grades and were happier as well never suffered any consequence on this either but it was the most stressful night of my life I haven't done [ __ ] like this ever again okay here's some followup to the messages and comments so I'm 50 years old now and I wrote this on a slow last hour of work on a Thursday because I've been reminded of it while reading a different RIT post I wrote The Post in about 15 to 20 minutes a

few have asked about the grading discrepancy of 90 versus 93 now that this memory has taken a little bit more of my brain space the last 24 hours what I recall was that the requirement to not have to take the exam was having an a average we were on a 7po scale then so that would have been 93 and up I had changed my grades in the grade book first to meet this requirement again the whole time in Adrenaline freakout mode but once I had written over my numbers it was obvious that I was the

only one of the adjusted grades I had hoped I could make the numbers look more convincing I also realized the self-incriminating factor of just my grades being changed and for self-preservation started changing them all it took forever when I left the building and the sky was starting to get light for the sunrise I stated that I arrived at 3:30 a.m. that was a guess I wasn't concerned with what time it was just wanted to get in and get out as soon as I had resolved my grade problem the thing I failed to convey in the

post was that fact I didn't take the exam but when I received my grades I got a 90 which is a B on the 7po scale this didn't match up to not taking the exam because you should need an a to not take it so technically I should have complained and said Hey where's my a since I did not take the exam so I thought this might have been a drag net where all students got a maximum b-g grade and then this would allow them to find legit a students who' complain and possibly flush out

an illegitimate C or D students who might ask about their are better than expected grade that's why I wrote no complaints state of mind not an excuse in any way but I had a parent pass away my first year at College there wasn't a lot of counseling back then just a hand on the shoulder and condolences I don't remember even hearing the word depression uttered except in Psychology class mental health was not freely discussed unless someone had big problems I was probably on the cusp of what was then called a nervous breakdown I had come

from a small town and had expected to escape my one hor town and Breeze through college one of the smart kids you know but I had to let my only dream die I had lost my dad my academic career my escape and my identity at 19 I know plenty had it worse but it felt really bad I had to eat a lot of Humble Pie and at first it sucked but not long after I felt free of the burden of being in the wrong place pursuing the wrong thing and I started smiling again aftermath I

changed schools that summer and also changed my field of study something about experiencing the absolute guilt of failure of the first school really made me driven at my new school it was also a very much smaller school and had less distractions I thrived made Straight A's and loved learning the new subject matter I'll describe my field as design as that's nice and vag I've been doing that since graduation successfully and I have my own company and employees I'm not world famous or anything but I would bet most of you have an interaction with something I

have designed this school has been my favorite college sports team my whole childhood and was my single plan as a college student I died because of this I had not set foot on that large campus since that day I left many years ago until this past summer when my son went to go tour I had to hide the awful feeling I as we walked by the building where this happened just this low sense of ancient dread from a past life staring at me as I walked by my son unaware and instead excited to be there

the professor in this story works for the same University he had done other things and came back he's got patents and a PhD and is an expert in the field here's a potentially crummy part he got his PhD within a year of this incident so I really hope I didn't destroy any of his research when deleting the computer disc I thought about anonymously sending him this Reddit link or even star 67 calling him to see what the true aftermath was but this seems like a bad idea and would likely just bump me out doubters my

post had several people who doubt the veracity of my post and I get it it is the internet but the story is true and if there's any untruth is in these specific number to details did I wait exactly 45 days for my grades that semester [ __ ] if I know I know I did count them back then because I was waiting for grades that would make or break me but 40 45 65 I don't remember did I change that many grades I swear I changed as many as I could 79 now 99 66 now

86 that's what happened I distinctly remember feeling the need to do more and more because every time I stopped I would see one more I could change change and that meant I was safer from being discovered there's another change it and another and more was better because each one was another step at covering my tracks response this post got a lot of positive responses Good Karma Etc it's misplaced I didn't do this out of a spirit of goodness I gave others good grades to mass my fraudulent attempt at battering my academic standing I went home

after this and passed out sleeping for most of the day I still had to study for the exam I was trying to Ace legitimately and then after that for weeks afterward I was always wondering I wonder what happened and waited on my great to arrive several professors have expressed their disdain at this and yeah I can see why obviously it was a long time ago I've pondered a way to make things right and correct this wrong I created but I'm open to suggestions something about being 50 makes you want to correct mistakes that can be

corrected bottom line I'm glad if you thought this story from my youth was entertaining I'm not proud of this I've never told another Soul this story who would the lesson here might be if it feels like work dread like you don't belong be honest with yourself there is likely a direction that you will thrive in and this may not be it I got one of my biggest screw-ups out of the way at age 19 some people have theirs much later I'm a happy person now life is good it's all worth it and all right guys

that wraps up disturbing Reddit confessions and I enjoyed making this video video it was kind of an offshoot of my regular videos it's similar in Vibe but let me know down in the comments below would you like to see more of these would you like to see more of these would you like my opinion on these um would you like to see just any changes down below let me know I appreciate all of you watching especially all the way through the video thank you so much for watching and uh this was snook thank you for

watching and until next time see you