you ruined me. i can't go making a stupid joke without thinking about what you did to me. i don't care if what you told me to do or what to send was a

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you ruined me. i can’t go making a stupid joke without thinking about what you did to me. i don’t care if what you told me to do or what to send was a joke, it still hurts me to this day knowing that you’d do the same thing again to other girls who have went through the same thing i did. you’re a monster, you ruined my life. i’m scared, i don’t wanna go out there to only find similar guys like you. a sicko who doesn’t care about his victim and only wants them for his pleasure. you’re so disgusting, the fact that you go out there and call yourself a grown boy is utterly disgusting. you’re nothing what you say you are, you’re a p********, a predator, a monster. you hunt on your prey and when you’re caught you’re suddenly the victim now? using any excuse to cover up your dirty lies. how dare you lie and make me sound bad. how f****** dare you. you ruined my life. my life was perfectly fine until i met you, before i walked through the school as a normal girl, now i walk through the school as a somewhat ‘s***, a w****, a girl who only did it for attention’. the fact that i’m not the only one who is going through this at a young age scares me. what is this community becoming? why me? you selfish b******. words cannot describe my strong hatred for you. i used to walk on the school grounds thinking it was maybe my fault, i led him to do this. no. it was his doing. he asked the question, he put the pressure on me when i was vulnerable and i was foolish to see it. when i see you with a girl who i’ve been told is experiencing the same thing i did is just showing how weak you are. but not only that but the fact that your stupid mates aren’t even aware about what you’re doing to the poor girl as you say “i’m just joking.” is seriously out of it. thank you, i now walk around the world today being reminded about what you did to me. f*** you. how f****** dare you walk into my life and walk right out as a man who claims to be strong, you’re not strong. you’re weak at heart. i hope you f****** die. your sorrys don’t mean anything, you can’t take back what you said and did to me. you deserve to be alone in a dark hole. if you really meant your apology why do you continue to blame your brother for your doings when i was the one who heard your voice demanding me to send photos of this and that. i don’t owe you anything. you used to remind me how many years it would be until it’d be legal to have s**. “3 more years.”, you’d tell me what you’d do to me and that terrified me, you didn’t bother to ask if it was okay? You thought that ‘oh she’s giggling it’s okay to say more’. no. i giggled because i didn’t know what to do, whenever i turned something down example send nudes that i apparently ‘owed’ you- you would get mad for not sending them, do you see why i didn’t just tell you to stop? i was never your girlfriend, i was your toy, your puppet on a strings and i will forever hold a grudge on you for that. i regret meeting you. and f*** you.

– one of your victims.

New Confession

I came from a toxic family and my in laws were more like family than i imagined was possible. The weirdest part was how they knew my wife, their own daughter, was the outlier in their family, cold and manipulative. She married me to get away from them. I eventually learned our marriage was a lie. My FIL and MIL treated me and their two grandchildren with warmth love and respect. And they are the ones that taught me what family will do for the family. I loved the time with them when the kids and i would stay with them while my wife would go out shopping all day or go on work related trips. They were both very mentally and emotionally supportive recognizing what i went through to make sure the kids had a safe happy life despite their mother’s indifference, that they felt loved by me and their grandparents. My MIL and FIL would sit and talk for hours and we would all take turns watching and playing with the kids while the other two talked. One day my MIL pushed the conversation farther than usual and we ended up having a conversation that left me with silent tears when she told me she knew that her daughter was completely uninterested in being a wife or mother and that she as my MIL and my FIL worried that i would eventually seek affection elsewhere or simply leave and that would result in the kids being in a broken home. And that the two of them would never let that happen and that they had a solution if i was willing and devoted enough to hear them out. She called my FIL back in and suggested she watch the kids and we go for a drive. As he drove my FIL was quiet for a few miles then sort of blurted out that he hoped i knew how much he and his wife loved me and respected me as if i were their own. He ended up almost apologetic as he told me that he and my MIL had considered talking to me long before the wedding and warning me about their own daughter’s true nature. Then he told me that he wanted me to stop thinking that my wife would ever change, that they were pretty sure that i had deluded myself that maybe marriage or motherhood would make a difference but that it was never going to change her. I felt so awkward and defeated breaking down in front of him but he was very supportive and told me that they (he and my MIL) had a plan and wanted to make sure that the kids and i were happy despite their daughter. He asked me to simply trust them as if i was their own and that their devotion was to me and the kids. He even made me promise to listen to and trust them in the coming days, that everything was about the welfare of me and the kids. I guess he read my mind, because he looked at me strangely, then just kept his eyes fixed on the road and a rigid grip on the steering wheel and was angry, saying that he knew what i must be thinking, but that they had accepted that there was nothing anyone could do about their daughter, that they had put rhat behind them as parents and made the choice to save who they could.. I swore I would listen and trust.

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Once when I was little, my father held me down while my brother the undertaker cut my throat and wrists, they buried me alive. On Halloween night I dug myself out of my own grave and buried my brother alive, after I set my own father on fire. Thats where my love of fire, pain and suffering started.

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