Is there a secret about yourself that noone knows?

[Thisisit777]

I was thinking earlier.... I have one.

I’m pretty sure I’ll write a book before I die. On what ....I don’t yet know but I have very little internal doubt....

Yet no one knows.

Anyone else got anything similar?
Ps. I have spell checked this time. Think pears of wisdom

Yes, I talked about it once with my therapist and I'll never speak of it to anyone else. I won't even talk about it to him unless he brings it up.

thatmustbenigelwiththebrie Surely you get 'unexpected item in the bagging area'?

I used to work on film sets, big tv shows etc. In the UK, Ireland, US, Oz... but now based in Dublin. I'm a small fat lass. I do get told I'm quite attractive for someone so repulsive physique wise and am naturally funny so in the past have had success with blokes who wouldn't dare admit to shagging someone so hideous. One of these blokes happened to be a hollywood actor. In fact we were in a "we'll do relationshippy things when I want but don't go getting your hopes up" relationship. I was the one who ended it as he was fucking boring unless high or pissed. (Made sure to get a severence ride first) He once came to meet me after I finished work. As we were walking down the street to a taxi rank someone ran in front and snapped a photo. We weren't holding hands but it was obvious we knew each other. The next day on our local news site someone had posted the pic and I'd been cropped out. The headline was hits the town alone! Then people commented saying it was a lookalike (some saying a shit one ) and why would he be here? Fat women sometimes say that we feel invisible at times and that was proof if I ever needed it. On a news website. Only my mum knew about him and they got on but she was raging about it. Whenever we see him on anything mum always says I wonder if hes still a chubby chaser?! (that's a teen I picked up in England and loved it so am not offended she's my ma and she loves me like mad)

I saw my mum doing something. She doesn't know I saw her. She was fall down drunk and I was only 9. But I know what I saw and she would deny it and people would think I was lying anyway. It made me grow up not trusting her decision making skills and I would hide if she got drunk so I didnt witness part 2.

come on somebody share a big massive secret then name change... promise we wont tell.

I just would never be able to type it out. I'd lose everyone.

Ok witches. I found out that my dad isn't my real dad and I'm not 100% sure he knew. My mum never said anything that I know of and he's on my birth certificate. I was helping him to sort her things out after she died. I found a box with papers in and found letters my mum had been sent before I was born. She had boxes and boxes of stuff so he never noticed. The box I found was pulled out by him and left for me and my brother's to sort among others. We'd definitely have noticed if he'd seen the letters. He wasnt discreet dad. By all accounts this other man tried to get me aborted. (In one letter he writes about places in Liverpool or Manchester where she can rest afterwards - post op possibly?! - ) Im guessing she told him she was going to do it but either lied or changed her mind. She ended up moving to London from Limerick. Met my dad and they married within 8 weeks due to her "falling" pregnant. I remember them talking about me arriving a few weeks early but no suspicions were aroused. I tried finding out from dad and it was clear in his mind. He goes to a menswear shop to get fitted for a smart suit, he meets the assistant (my mum) who is plump (ahem pregnant). but beautiful (looking at the few photos of them at that time my mum was far from plump by today's standards but back then was a size 12 and people would remark on it ).
They go on a date (fish and chips in the park followed by a stroll around the park). Then a date with booze and something else. Before you know it mum's knocked up and dad's proposing. I then arrive in the winter when actually I was due in the early spring.
There's probably hundreds of us babies born to Irish women in the 50s/60s/70s onwards who had to come to England for the op or other support. I know mum lost my grandma at a young age and she was raised by grand dad's strict religious sisters. She was 18 when she married da. I don't hold it against her. She would have been forced into a mother and baby home and then made to give me up. She did what she had to do.

Golly!

*I shoplift smoked salmon.

It's £5 and I can't afford it but I really like it. So I don't scan it through on the self service.*

My local supermarket now films each customer individually during self service. There is a sign, but I didn't notice for ages as it's not conspicuous.

No, my mother knows everything!

oh more than one. I just know I will be a blabber mouth when the senility sets in, but hope people just think I have a vivid imagination. I do read an awful lot of fiction!