“She Faked The Whole Pregnancy”: 45 People Share Dark Secrets They Know About Other People That Could Ruin Their Lives

When I was a Teaching Assistant, my professor told me (over a few too many glasses of wine) that when she was 16, and learning to drive, she hit and killed a homeless man.  The local cops showed up at the scene and she confessed she hit him.  After some internal discussions, the cops told her to go home and never speak of it.  They said he was a 'Homeless drunk that probably wandered into the road and wouldnt be missed.'  She's been having nightmares over that day for years since... 

My wife doesn't know I have a 17 year old son.

EDIT: Unknowingly got a co-worker preggo right before I left for college. I went back to my hometown for a funeral just last fall and I ran into her. She asked if I would take a paternity test, you know, "for science". That's one test I wish I'd failed.

Not quite sure how to tell my wife. We've been together for 12 years so I wasn't cheating.

EDIT #2: He knows about me now. He or his mom wasn't sure who his dad was. No idea. Saw his facebook the day after I got the test back and it said something about finding his dad. F**k. Debating whether or not to go to his HS graduation. So many emotions....

EDIT #3: You guys are making me tear up at work. I've been agonizing over something else since I found out I was the father. The mom is single, s****y job at Supercuts, not much money in the bank, and still lives at home with her parents. No doubt unable to continue her education since getting pregnant as a college freshman. Should I try to make it right by paying for her to go back to school? After all, she did have to drop out to raise my son and altered the course of her financial future. I can't imagine being a single working parent trying to raise a kid by myself.

I fix the computers of everyone in my family.
They all love porn sites... everyone.

Since most are about sex (I do have sex ones but meh, they're all basically been stated) here's something different:

I knew a girl I was interested in dating that fabricated her entire childhood. Literally, from birth to about 11 Years old was a complete lie. She claimed she was born outside of the country. She had pictures of her in another country (Ireland, completely faked) she faked an accent. She would stage fake phone calls with her grandparents.

She wasn't aware that her parents were friends with a mutual friend of mine. I had met them before, and they mentioned her. The specifically mentioned her being baptized in a church in the area when she was born. So hearing that, I went to research. Yup.... the /entire/ thing was fabricated.

I never did anything out of fear of what it would do to her.

We later had sex, completely protected.

She told my friends that I didn't use protection, took her by force and she had to abort my child.

Looking back, I should have seen that coming.

When I was about 8 or 9 (this was in the late 80's), I was wanting to get back my Ghostbuster's action figures that my dad had hidden in his closet as a punishment for attempting to bury my sleeping brother in the sandbox at school. I was digging around when I thought I saw them on the top shelf (which made sense) and climbed on the dresser and reached up for it and pulled it down. A shoebox filled with cash, about a dozen passports, maps, an instamatic camera, a pistol, and a silencer and several photos of people spilled out over the floor. I wasn't thinking much, I hurridly packed it all back in and placed it back in it's spot.

My dad obviously had to have noticed it was disturbed, but didn't say anything and I was too frightened about getting my butt whooped for attempting to take back the toys and being in there. Years and years later, my dad died of bronchial cancer and it wasn't until we were making funeral arrangements did I find out he was a "state department liaison" and that we wouldn't need to pay for the funeral and the government would help out for expenses until we were 18. Apparently my mother thought he was a translator, but I'm not so sure. Deep dark secret? Yes, that my dad took with him to the grave. Not sure if cringe worthy.

TL;DR: I'm pretty sure my dad was an assassin or secret agent. I'm not sure which.

I know my ex is secretly having sex with my dad.

I have two sisters. Mom died more than 20 years ago. A few years back my father was going in for a high risk surgery. The night before he went in he told my oldest sister that he wasn't really her dad. It turns out that before they got married my mom and dad broke up briefly and my mom hooked up with some guy, getting pregnant in the process. She told my father and the two ended up eloping. For whatever reason they never told my sister and my father promised to keep the secret before my mom passed. After telling my sister, my father asked her to not tell anyone else. She's talked to her husband, myself and my second sister about it. My dad has no idea we know.

He also has no idea how much I respect him for raising another man's child and always loving her like the daughter she was.

Second story is that it turns out my uncle (by marriage) molested my sisters for a number of years. When my sisters told my mom and dad, they didn't believe them. It eventually stopped. When my sister had kids she told him that they would never be left alone with him. My sister just told me about it this past Christmas, 40 years after the fact. My uncle has no idea that I know.

Last year, this girl I knew from high school got pregnant. She was single, but she uploaded ultrasound photos and even had professional maternity pictures done. The baby would have been born in July, but then suddenly she cut contact with people and started posting things implying that the baby had died somehow.

The truth: She faked the whole pregnancy to try to get the "father" to be with her. She was wearing a fake belly the whole time. This also isn't the first time she's done it, but as far as everybody else knows she just lost the baby somehow.

The receptionist at my work is screwing my boss. She doesn't do anything required for her job and essentially has a free ride.

The other day while aimlessly wandering facebook, I came across her husband's profile (through a friend of a friend). She has never come to work with a ring on her finger. She has only alluded that she has a casual boyfriend. She took three weeks of vacation last summer and said she was going to Hawaii with her mom. Turns out that was when she got married and had her honeymoon.

A girl from my high school went to Hawaii on vacation with her friends and some of their parents while her boyfriend stayed home. While she was there, she got really drunk and ended up having a threesome with 2 other boys she met on the beach. Well, her friends saw what happened and she was worried her boyfriend would find out, so she claimed she was r**ed. After a crazy 48 hours for her and the boys she slept with, she finally admitted she was not raped and that all of the acts were consensual...only after the two boys had been processed, arrested and charged with rape. She quickly left the state. Her boyfriend still doesn't know. Found out from a family friend of hers that I know well. What a c**t.

My grandfather went out and stabbed my cousin's elementary school bully's dad to death. My cousin's bully bullied him everyday for years, and his parents knew and justified it by saying it was a good way for their boy to assert himself and that my cousin needed to grow some balls. Upon my grandfather finding out, especially when he learned they were white, he grabbed the biggest kitchen knife in the house and left. He came back several hours later with a bloody t-shirt and the knife missing. The next morning on the news, there was a story about a murdered man found in an alley way stabbed multiple times. That man was the bully's dad. My cousin was never bullied again. My grandfather was never caught.

Edit - I was only about 4 when this happened, but I was smart enough to put the pieces together. My grandfather passed away a few years ago.

My roommate is bulimic. I think she thinks she's being sneaky because she can throw up really, really quietly, but I can hear it. It breaks my heart to catch her in the middle of a binge and have her pretend she was actually putting away that jar of peanut butter instead of eating out of it with her hand.

My boyfriend hung himself 3 years ago and his brother saved him just in time. Something I know that he would never tell me himself and I will never let him know that I know. But it scares me

My roommate freshman year in college was a forever alone type - always tried but things never seemed to work out. One day, I'm chilling on my computer and start getting hungry, so I asked him if he wanted to go get food. He replied "no, guess why?" I guessed he had already eaten, but he surprised me by saying that he had a date with this hot chick from a class of his. So I congratulate him and ask him about her - he describes her as that ideal blonde, big boobs, perky nice sexy girl next door.

So I go get dinner and give him some space. I take my books and laptop and go study for a few hours at the library. I text him to ask if it's ok for me to come back to the room (it was getting late). He said yeah. Date turned out not so good though.

After him buying dinner and ice cream, she drops the bomb that she's actually a lesbian and apparently thought it was just a friend type thing. He wasn't very happy about it, but he didn't really want to talk about it so I let it go and went to bed.

Around 4 am, I wake up, which is odd cause I'm usually a deep sleeper. I roll over and hear this kind of thudding noise. I glance over without getting up and there I see my hefty roommate humping rather vigorously the dresser - seriously, no pants on, just banging the dresser. I immediately rolled over and pretended to be asleep... I didn't get to sleep before he finished though ಠ_ಠ

TL;DR: Forever alone roommate has a bad date, finds out shes a lesbian, bangs dresser.

I know that my dad is a sex worker and runs his "business" out of his home.

A friend of my roommate at the time was this cute girl we'll call Mel. Mel and my Roomie (female) were heading out on a thursday to have some drinks with friends with the intention of returning to our Apartment at the end of the night to crash. Mel had a bit of a crush on me and before she left she told me she was sleeping in my bed that night and I didn't have a say in the matter. Fine by me, I thought, I was single and she was cute.

Fast forward to 3am. I wake up to my roomie asking for help getting Mel upstairs, our apartment was on the second floor. So I get out of bed, look over the railing and see this girl absolutely out-f*****g-cold at the bottom of the stairs. Well, looks like I'm not getting any tonight, I then carry this girl upstairs to the living room where she gets tucked into the couch and I head back to bed.

I awake the next morning and head to the kitchen for breakfast before work. As soon as I walked into the kitchen the smell hit me. I immediately started looking around, it didn't take long to find the source. There, in the middle of the kitchen, is one of the kitchen chairs and on the floor in front of it is a cupcake tray. Sitting on top of the tray is a steaming nightmarish pile of beer and shooter induced fecal slurry that would have made a grizzly bear proud. I s**t you not, it was one of the biggest single piles I've ever seen and the kicker was that it belonged to a lady. A dainty, petite lady that at some point in the night had wandered into the kitchen, and had the where-with-all to put a cupcake tray on the floor before pulling out a chair to brace herself with(there was some s**t on the chair too) so she could comfortably s**t on the tray.

That's when I just walked away. I didn't see much of her after that but my roomie who worked with her said it's obvious that she has no clue she did it. She was black out drunk so I'm not surprised. I guess the couple people that did know started calling her cupcake which she thinks is a cute nickname....

I know a guy from college who drove an M3, wore expensive s**t, and always bought drinks and paid for s**t. Told everyone he made his money off calls/puts on eTrade, and "hustled" on the side. I think he watched Boiler Room or read Wolf of Wall St. one too many times, and thought he could just pretend he was some market wizard (who was a GENERAL BUSINESS MAJOR, lol.)

I worked with a friend of his dad, who told me that daddy paid for EVERYTHING via card, cash handouts, paid his bills every month, and that this kid didn't do s**t.

At least I got a few free drinks.

The names of the three people my dad killed when he was younger.

A girl I knew in high school was involved in an online relationship with a much older guy when she was 13-14.

They planned on meeting up, but one of her parents intercepted the online conversations she was having with the p*******e and the cops caught him with some sick s**t in his car: rope, whips, chains, dildos, etc.

Yeah, he was planning on r**ing and (possibly) KILLING her as well. Thank goodness the f****r was caught. The girl has no idea I know, either.

I only know because there was this Brody Ruckus Facebook group that had like a million members (remember that?) back in like 2006, and there was a discussion thread about r**e. She talked about her experience in the thread and posted a link to a local newspaper article about the pedophile being caught as well.

Scary s**t.

One of my best female friends, while at college, was discovered roaming the corridors in the middle of the night, ridiculously drunk and stark naked. I know this because a couple of my (male) friends, who she doesn't really know, found her and guided her back to her room in a towel.

I've no idea if she has any memory of it, but either way I'm sure she'd be mortified if she knew they'd told me (I made them swear not to tell anyone else).