What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?

Yes, because she's proud of her actions, not ashamed. At least other posters are showing a bit of humility and know what they have done is completely wrong.

Imagine the things being said about her behind her back. She also has to live with the knowledge that she wasn't capable of finding a job herself after graduating. I feel very sad for her.

Was an Avon lady once in the noughties. A customer returned an item and I never gave them their refund.

I can answer this.

Yes, you can reach a point where you're not consumed by shame and guilt anymore. I had an abusive childhood, wild teen years and excessively partying 20s. For years I would wake up in a cold sweat at night remembering how I was mean to a person in primary school, or flashing someone as a teen, or shagging an inappropriate guy in my 20s, or that I once left a party without saying "thanks for having me". I would stop seeing friends out of embarrassment, I'd feel sick with shame, I'd think these were things I could never come back from.

In my 30s I stopped drinking and had therapy. I realised a lot of my previous behaviour was due to having bad social anxiety so drinking to self soothe, then my anxious brain was torturing me with a lowlights reel of my past behaviour whenever it could. I was so cruel to myself. There's no need to suffer for 20 years for something you did. Even murderers hardly ever get sentences that long.

Now I look back on my past self with a kind of indulgent 'what was I like?!' feeling. I do wish I'd been kinder to others as a child and teen, but I'd never received any kindness then so I didn't know how. Once I knew better (and my brain had properly developed) I did better.

The outside world is horrible enough, don't let the inside of your mind be terrible too. 💐

None of that was remotely your fault @FireHorse29

I've already posted my used pad childhood debacle but on reflection, there is one thing I did as a child that has haunted me more.

My grandad died of dementia when I was about 9. For some unknown reason my Mum brought me along to his deathbed to be there with the rest of the family for his final moments. Unfortunately I had literally just had the vicar round at school the day before, talking about how when Jesus comes back, all the dead will be raised to life again and not to be sad if someone you know dies as they are better off with Jesus in Heaven where everything is perfect. I was a very naive and innocent child, so fully believing the resurrection was right around the corner, I was very confused as to why all the adults were crying. About 10 minutes after he passed away, I asked my sobbing gran "why are you upset, it doesn't matter that he's died" again thinking he'd very shortly be back with us when Jesus returned. Obviously this got people in the room quite angry and I didn't really get a chance to explain myself as I followed this with "he's better off in Heaven than being alive", again completely innocently believing he was now having the time of his life with Jesus upstairs. I did NOT get any further attempts to tell anyone what I had meant as I was taken out of the room and shouted at quite a lot (understandably). My gran was inconsolable after this and she also passed away a few months later. I always felt as a child that I might have contributed to her broken heart and resulting death with my very clumsy attempts to make sense of things.

There was a TV show about this sort of thing I vaguely remember where someone had to pretend they'd won the lottery and become really awful. If they got away with it they got a free holiday for all of their friends & family they'd had to lie to. It was a bloody awful show....I've never forgotten it.

Bloody awful, isn't it? And the poster sounds proud of herself. Sickening. I think if I was doing well at work, then found at retrospectively that my mother had manipulated things for me to succeed, I would resign. I'd rather get by on my own merits than have my mother still holding the reins.

He put his shoes on the kitchen counter !

Really? Deliberately lying about cancer, befriending women to steal their man, stealing, violence.... And this is the worst 😐

I asked. I am so sorry you have had this guilt all your life and can understand it must be difficult.

You must forgive yourself, you were such a young child, a puppy yourself, and no adult was watching out for either you or the vulnerable puppy.

I even once saw a grown man drop a puppy because it was wriggling. It didn’t get harmed, but it might have.

I don’t see what’s bad about this at all you were broken up

This is diabolical.

Your workmates will hate you. Your daughter will always feel ashamed that nepotism got her where she is and likely has no confidence in her own abilities. Her workmates no doubt dislike her too as 'they know.'

There are no winners here. I don't know why you would feel smug about it.

Dumped a group of friends via messenger and then slagged them off on insta
I was in an abusive marriage at the time and i was angry that they hadn't noticed the complete change in my personality and appearance. They kept making comments about my weight and kept putting everything down to having a baby. Which it had nothing to do with. Anyway, it ended v v badly and i have never spoken to them again

This really made me laugh 😂

I'm hoping it's made up, but I'm not too hopeful.

Two girls in the year above me in primary school used to bully me and make my life a misery. In their final and my penultimate p.s. year they said they would be waiting for me when I went up to the secondary school.

That summer the girl who was the ringleader in bullying me, died suddenly. I honestly couldn't decide whether to feel terrible or relieved. Sounds awful, I know, but I was so scared of them. No excuse to feel relief, I know, but I was ten or eleven and had lots of conflicting feelings at the time.

Depends how many bodies they have buried under the patio already. What's one more?

When my mum died, she had a policy to cover funeral expenses. Except it was £400 short of covering the funeral. (She'd paid into it for years, I'll never use that company, they should be done for fraud in my opinion).
Anyway, I robbed Peter to pay Paul, instead of telling DH I needed extra money, as he was always stressing about it.
Consequently, I hid letters from the mortgage company, regarding the arrears.
One day I had an unsettling feeling. My DH had a day off work, I was constantly hovering around to make sure he didn't get to the post before I did anyway.
I couldn't shake off this awful feeling that something was going to happen. I made the excuse of going out to go clean the inside of my car.
A man pulled up in the street, followed by a transit van. He came over and asked if I was "my name". I said yes, he said "We're here to repossess your house".
I had to take him inside to let my DH, who had absolutely no idea what was going on, know what was happening.
The bailiff was amazing. He tried to come up with every solution possible for us. He should only have been there half an hour, but stayed for 3 hours.
We were evicted as we couldn't get hold of anyone to help at all. We rented for a year.
The upshot was that the equity payout from the house when the bank sold it was substantial, after selling some things and my dad topping it up, we managed to buy a much better house outright. A far nicer house in fact.
But the guilt still eats me up, that I had caused all that and turned my DHs world upside down in a second. I told him while we were trying to sort things out, that once everything was settled, I wouldn't blame him if he wanted to leave me and I would accept his decision. He said, and it still makes me cry now, that "we married for better or for worse, there's no way I'll be doing that". I caused so much pain, for my DH and my dad, who wouldn't speak to me for a good 8 months. I still have bouts of horrendous guilt, even though it's 11 years ago and we've got through it. I sadly lost my dad due to Parkinsons in 2023, I still wonder if my stupidity exacerbated his condition. Maybe that was my karma.

Out of all the posts this is imho the worst.
Man I hope karma bites you hard. I think you are a really shit person. Zero integrity.
And the “lol”? Ugh.

When I was a teenager (about 12 onwards) my parents stopped paying for anything I needed

(My mother is a narcissist and my father goes along with whatever she wants)

Food/sanpro/school uniform/school books/school shoes/clothes/teenage treats/chocolate/period painkillers etc-i had to fund it myself

I got a babysitting job that would pay £5 per day (stay over,get to,get the kids to school,go to school myself,come back,pick the kids up,start the evening routine,put them to bed,rinse and repeat for years)

Dad wasnt very hands on and mum was either in the pub or at work-they split up and mum really went on a bender with dad in the background

I also had really bad periods-id go through a pad an hour/hour and a half and had to fund these myself

One period,I had no money at all for some reason (I would have been about 14) and knew neither parent would 'lend' me a few quid for some always so I saw £10 on the side and swiped it

I bought the pads i so badly needed (didnt have enough for food so stole some pasta when they where out) and they knew it was me-i got into so much trouble but it was either that or miss school/work due to free bleeding and the cycle would continue (no work,no pay)

They are millionaires who could afford to miss a tenner but I still feel so unbelievably guilty and have paid my dues to them (financially and emotionally) in many ways since

Im now nc and they can't understand why

🤣🤣🤣

Back when I was young, I worked at a place that paid notoriously awfully and had really insecure contracts.

For some reason, I was made the ‘head’ of the team and the work was split between three of us, although it wasn’t even enough for a full-time role for one person.

When it came to reallocating the shifts, I was trying to get a mortgage to move out of my parents’ place, and I asked for all the shifts for myself. I still feel awful about it now, the others in that team were lovely.

@Katemax82oh god, I bet you didn't drink again for quite some time!

I once puked in the back of a taxi & just paid him the normal fare & got out. Poor guy. He didn't even seem to notice somehow! I was about 17

Neil here. Thanks. You were my best that day too.