50 Secrets That People Will Never Tell Their Families

How badly she makes me feel about myself.

They still think I graduated from university. I actually dropped out in my final year and have been living a double life ever since, pretending I have a degree and a normal job.

Fuzzy_Character9561:
I've seen a few true crime stories start this way.... please don't k**l your family when they get close to the truth.

That it was definitely me who scratched the car in 1998.

My parents beat the living hell out of me. They were lied to and manipulated into believing I was the problem, but little voiceless me had no say.

But still, although my memories, my body is scarred and both my parents have passed...

What I'm hiding, is, that despite it all... I still love them.

I’m not going to support them at all in their elder years.

They are very old-fashioned and extremely prudish...

They don't know that every time I go on vacation, I wear a thong or g-string on the beach, at the resort pool, or on a boat... and many times I've been topless as well. And several times, I've spent the entire day n**e at a n**e beach or n**e resort.

I blame them for my views on relationships and marriages. They’ve been married for 40+ years but they should divorced 30 years ago.

A part of me feels like the wrong parent died.

That my wife and I are swingers and every time we ask them to babysit it’s because we have a s*x party or kink event to attend that evening. They always ask what we are up to and I have endless excuses.

I have my motorcycle license and a motorcycle. I’ve had it for about two months now.

I’m 24. My mother hates motorcycles, with a passion. I know that telling her will mean she will 24/7 assume that I a) am on the bike and b) am going to crash and die on the bike.

It seems cruel to dump that stress on her. I don’t live at home and I can’t come up with a single good benefit to her knowing about its existence, so… it’s a secret.

As soon as I can financially leave the state. They will never see or hear from me again.

I failed english 9th grade on purpose because I wanted to know what summer school was like. I was curious.

My family lived together, but I often felt like my dad was pretty apathetic on the day to day of being a dad. He had spurts of being engaged, mostly when we were on a family vacation or when I needed reprimand, but mostly just phoned it in otherwise.

When he got remarried years later after my mom died, it hurt so much to see that he was more engaged with his step children. I get it … in many ways he probably felt blessed that he had an opportunity for a “do over” and he could be a better parent the second (and funny enough THIRD) time around. But d**n… that really hurt that my sister and I were like “the practice kids.”

We have a great family relationship now. My current step mother is amazing and I love her so much for how hard she worked to bring this blended family together. She really is the glue that brings us together and I love her for that. I just wish my dad would take a step back and apologize for being really s****y for a long time. But that secret will be taken to my grave.

How unloved and small they make me feel. They are the source of my self esteem issues and their voices became the voices in the back of my mind.

I don't believe their religion any more.

And a bunch of other things, most everything about me, but that would be the biggest problem (kind of nuclear level) if they knew.

Appa_yipp-yipp:
I told mine about 2 years ago that I don’t believe in anything anymore. My mom freaked out, my dad didn’t really care, but they’ve never brought it up outright since. My mom just makes little quips here and there about Christianity and how it has to be God and blah blah blah idk if she just pretends I never said anything or if she’s subtly trying to convince me to reconvert.
One thing I’m thankful for though is that they’ve never asked me to come back to church. And honestly my relationship with them now is probably stronger than it’s ever been. Idk if they’ll ever bring it up. I think they’re going on faith that the Holy Spirit will return me to Christ like a prodigal child.

My parents are fundamentalist Christians who lean far right.

They will never know I'm a leftist atheist. It's just not worth the strife. My wife and I just fake it once a year when we see them.

The fact we all think my mom's a narcissist.

Once when i was bored i got a hole punch and made small round holes in one of the house plants leaves. My parents were baffled.

Thanks for leaving me with limited coping skills. I have been programmed to just work. Thanks to them I don't know how to make friends or relax. I am constantly feeling guilty for being sick and unable to do anything. But I get up every day and still work.

That I have a lot of adult toys in my closet.