40 People Confess The Darkest Thing They've Ever Done That They Never Regretted

My stepdad is a creep. Told my mother about it and some stuff he did. She said that I was lying and that I am mentally ill. So I cut them both out even if that is super tabu to do in my family. Hurts so much to have s**tty parents. But you really are better off without the abuse

I attempted suicide a year ago, obviously I was unsuccessful. It was a wake up call to my alcoholism and motivated me to get a chemical dependency evaluation and go to treatment. I have a very good life now and I don't regret the attempt because I wouldn't be here if it hadn't gotten to that point.

They say your rock bottom is where you quit digging, and I threw my shovel down on July 24th, 2021.

Paid £250 quid for a horse off an acquaintance that had been suffering from various ailments, been a bit neglected and couldn't even lay down to sleep any more and then moved the horse to a different yard and had her quietly put down a few days later to end her suffering.

In middle school, there was this group of boys that would corner me in the hallway and try to scare me. I was the perfect target for these little bastards. I was short, skinny, and had (and still have) and anxiety disorder. One day I just had enough, and asked a friend if I could have an extra pencil, sharpened it as much as I could, and when I saw one of them in the hallway, I stabbed the f**k out of his leg. Sh**head got what he deserved.

There was a girl I had a crush on, but we were pretty good friends.
She was abused by her boyfriend, I won't give up details out of respect for her, but he was a piece of s**t.
He was older than both of us and very religious, attended the countryside church a lot, and she was 15 at the time.
So anyways, one night she calls me and asks for help. It was around 2AM and she told me, she was sexually abused and left stranded in a middle of nowhere in the countryside.
I drove there to pick her up and heard the whole story.
So we got a poster or, idk, pamphlet saying the whole story and hung it up the church's news board.
People took notice, but we haven't named the person yet. It was dumb, I know. But we were young and feeling vengeful.
Anyways, more girls started reaching out and informed us about that guy's travesty.
Turns out he had a thing for younger girls, too. And he also assaulted them physically and sexually.
We gathered the info and made a wanted poster with his photo and all of the anonymous testimonies and once again, hung it on the church's board.

The guy is found dead. Official cause: suicide.
But there's plenty of evidence that it was a murder. Edit: Justice delivered by someone else, staged as a suicide. We don't know.

Anyways, I might be indirectly responsible for this guy's death, but considering how terrible of a person he was, I'm not sure if I feel bad about it.

Edit: Feel free to ask questions, I've seen people asking if it's a copy-pasta story. It's not, but stuff like that, unfortunately, happens a lot.

Edit2: Just to clarify, there was police involved, but in my country, especially in rural areas where Church has the most power, young girls stand no chance against the fully grown church-going believer, because victim blaming is a thing and the girls risk being ostracized if they speak up. Because in Poland it's always woman's fault.

Edit3: If you're wondering what happened afterwards, the girl I had a crush on ended up as a substance abuser with suicidal tendencies, but she's doing much better now.
Other girls who were molested received proffessional mental aid and I've eventually moved on, when we grew more and more distant.
We still sometimes talk with that girl, but as you can tell, she doesn't necessarily trust men now.

I come from a pretty dysfunctional family and was abused by my uncle for many years. Sadly nobody took much notice of me when I revealed everything. Aunt remained married to him and mother allowed him back into the family home several week’s later. Fast forward many years and my family turned their back on me when I was considering finally reporting it to the police. I cut my parent’s out of my life and have banned them from seeing my children (their grandchildren). Are they pissed? Yes. Do I regret my decision? No. My mental health and that of my children’s is worth far more than trying to proverbially set myself on fire to keep everyone else warm. Most of my siblings are angry at me but I no longer care and feel like I’m a better person for breaking thru such family dysfunction. Sometimes you gotta do what’s best for you and block out the noise around you. It’s a million times worse now as my beautiful grandmother passed away last night and she was one of the only normal family members left in my life. My heart hasn’t felt this heavy with grief before and I miss her so very much.

Told my stepmother how I really felt about her on her death bed. I was 22 and she was dying from years of alcohol abuse. She would beat me as a child and tell my father lies about me so he would punish me with his fist. My teen years were a constant battle with my father when he got home from work from the lies she would tell. Much of the fights came to blows and I moved out to live with my grandmother.

I just let it all out on her. I knew she was aware and I made sure she knew how much of a piece of s**t she was and how my father was better off now that she would be burning in hell. I was gone before my father returned and she passed away 2 days later.

Turns out I was right! My father is in a much better place and has since apologized to me and we have a great relationship. It is amazing how one person can sow so much discord and chaos.

During college, I saw a couple of guys trying to secretly photograph a female classmate. I felt intense disgust at that. After the class was over, I told some good but intimidating seniors about those guys. For the next three days, those guys were not seen in the class. The following day they were mad angry and approached me outside the college. My bum was saved that day because right across the street, the seniors showed up and waved at me. The two guys gave me a dirty look and left on their bikes. I never found out what the seniors did to them. I have never regretted it; I only hoped the seniors didn't do any crazy ragging sh*t to them, but the lesson needed to be learned.

I used to work with an openly racist guy in the army. He would regularly make racist jokes and statements like telling one of our black soldiers that the "Colored Bathrooms were over there."

I reported him to EO like I was supposed to, but because he was friends with the EO rep nothing happened.

So I went on 4chan and posted his name and social security number on a "If you hate them Post their info" threads.

He got his identity stolen.

No regrets.

I called the police on my mom and had her submitted to a mental hospital and left her there.

She needed to know after everything my love WAS conditional and she needed to get her s**t together.

She didn’t, and I’m sure she hasn’t forgiven me since.

Ex-stepfather had verbally and physically abused me for 12 years before I finally left the house for good. The last day I was there, my step-piece of s**t basically admitted to having feelings for me, choked me, and screamed at me for hours. I left through my bedroom window. For five months I avoided that house until ex-stepfather got a hold of my new phone number and texted me non stop about how I’m breaking my mom’s heart by not coming to visit. So I texted back that I’ll come by one day soon after work. When I got there, he opened the door, and I cracked his face open with a baseball bat. The reason why the police weren’t called was because my step-a*****e was already wanted for trafficking substances. The pandemic started a couple months after and my mom decided to move out and let the POS stay in my childhood home. Mom and I are in contact and she goes to therapy. I also go to therapy.

Ghosted a guy who was supposed to be my friend. The friendship had started off fine, we became close very quickly... But then the cracks started yawning into weird black abysses. His stories didn't match up to reality. He always had a new story to tell, and it was always fantastical. He would call me at 3 am and just sob about how his bones hurt and he could see "the shadow man". I was 19 and very confused, very afraid. I couldn't deal with it, and I didn't feel safe, and he never listened if I tried to help him through whatever was going on with him. So I just. Stopped picking up the phone. I stopped agreeing to meet him. I disappeared from his life. A year later, a mutual friend and an ex of mine told me he had died of bone cancer. I was f*****g devastated. It traumatized me for years thinking that he needed me and I ditched him and he died alone. It to this day crumbled how I navigate boundaries now.

Five years after that, I was told that it was all a lie, and he had never had cancer. Or he had it and was in a coma. Or he moved away. I don't know the truth. But I do know that cutting those two liars out of my life was the right choice to make.

I planned to kill a man. Growing up my best ever friend got molested by her step dad often but only her family knew about this. One day the whole thing got exposed on TV by one of those shows were all the tragedy is aired. I felt so much fury. I was a young silly man, I used to live in the favelas and knew a couple of not very good guys. I asked them for a favor, I would work for them if they killed the son of a b***h. We went there, the house was 100% empty
He fled after the news on TV.
I got lucky really, could have wasted my whole life right there.

Signed someone up online for home Mormon visits and added in comments to not give up if I was rude at first, I really did want to be helped deep down.

Stabbed my own hand and blamed it on a kid I hated in kindergarten.

He was a bully and would constantly flip over the girls' skirts as well as steal my f*****g food, so I decided he gotta go. Got him expelled from that school.

When i was a teenager and new on the internet chatrooms in the years 2000-2004, i was a frequent visitor to a Dragonball Z RP chatroom. I was a young teen with zero concept of sex, relationships, etc. I decided i wanted to try cross-playing as a male character and didn't want to be one of the main cast, so i picked Zarbon (i know, wtf). But then a girl fell for me. Backstepping a little, through the course of RP in the main chat room, a girl RPing as a self-insert DBZ character would send me DMs asking for personal advice, telling me about herself, her life, her struggles with her parents, her friends, etc. We became friends, but i was nervous about privacy and worried that identifying myself as a girl would be seen as deceptive, so in order to keep up the façade that i was a guy, I made up a persona. I became Travis, a High school senior and member of a garage band who was emancipated from his parents and living in an apartment with a roommate. Analyzing it now, I suspect it was an effort to appear as an authority, but still in a relatable age range.

Over months, she continued to confide in Travis and we Roleplayed in public chat, but had a private pseudo-relationship going on including cyber-sex and "pillowtalk". She confessed her love to Travis, and I knew I had to let her down, because I was actually a 14-15 year old girl, which I suspect she was as well. I continued the friendship for a few months more, but keeping a more friendly distance an she seemed to have backed off the idea that we would be a couple or together, but was telling me I was her only friend, the only one she could confide in, etc. So i encouraged her to go to school functions and meet other people because "Travis" couldn't be there for her IRL. She started to talk eventually about some new friends and joining an anime club in her neighborhood. I began to tell a story about Travis had met a girl in his real life and they were starting a relationship, etc. We continued to talk and i peppered in stories about my girlfriend in order to keep reminding her that we couldn't be together, which she took well. When I was confident that she was good to go forwards with her new relationships and i realized we'd been "friends" for like 2 years, slowly Travis stopped logging in. I would log in from time to time under another account just to see if she kept coming to the chatroom, and eventually I left for good. I think about her often, even 20 years later now, and wonder how she's doing.

Travis became the basis for my favorite D&D character eventually and when i think about his origin, I think about that girl and i feel bad for leading her on, but i hope i gave her fond memories.

My football coach and history teacher screwed over my uncle, the assistant coach really bad. After that year I stopped playing football and started f*****g with my teacher/old coach.

The first thing I did was change words in his computer to type other words. I focused on all of the transition words first. Like the, and, it, etc. whenever he would type them it would change to some pretty gross things. This was about 14 years ago and I’ll never forget watching him freak out when the projector was up and he was trying to give a lesson.

The next thing I did is change the directory of all of his applications to a website that had three old dudes banging in the shower. It was gross as hell and the funny thing is whenever you tried to exit the page, it would move. It was a trolling site that you couldn’t get out of unless you hard shut down your computer.

Oh man, the good old days.

Putting my ex's breast milk in her parents coffee. They were supercritical people and I was stay at home dad which was very cool and a privilege actually. Anyway, parents in law came to visit and the usual snarky comments were really pissing me off. My girls mother used to produce loads of breast milk and was always expressing off lots to bottle and keep in the fridge for later feeds... So I offered to make coffee and added the breast milk to it for the parents. It made me very happy and I suppose it is a little bit dark.

There was a woman in a local FB group whose entire personality was being a "combat veteran wife", and would speak over actual vets and claimed all women who claimed SA were liars.

So I did what any female veteran would do and hired a sex worker to seduce her husband, and paid for it with my disability out of principal.

Turned off the lights in the school bathroom and left while people were in the stalls.