Oh I have so many secrets.
My child's dad isn't actually their dad, dc is coming up for 9 now and I haven't a clue how to tell them. DC was conceived forcibly when I was spiked and them I jetted with, what I think was, heroin at a party, and I'm not really sure who the dad is. I am dreading the future with online ancestry being so freely available. I NEVER want dc to know the circumstances of their conception. The only reason I didn't have an abortion was because I was in denial for months.
I was abused as a child, horrifically, it has left me with lifelong trauma and medical issues. When I found out the man who abused me was in hospital with fully functioning brain but trapped in a body he couldn't move I visited him and verbally tortured him, I told him all the things he hated to hear, his eyes filled with tears as I called him a paedophile (he really hated that word) I told him that I would make sure he was cremated (biggest fear) and read bits of the scripture of his religion basically saying he was a sinner and would go to hell for his crimes and he deserved eternal damnation. Then I laughed in his face and walked out. He died 2 days later. I'm not even sorry.
I have a shed that the kids aren't allowed into. They think I store presents in there, in reality (can't believe I'm admitting this) I have practically everything we need to maximise our chances of surviving a nuclear attack, chemical attacks, a flood, if we are out of electric for a length of time, just about any medical emergency you could think of I have a stash of water and powdered soup and eggs, I have medical grade equipment, maps, hand cranked radio, cb radio, power banks, a small generator, inflatable boat.... so much stuff I've been collecting for nearly a decade 🤣🤣 I feel like a crazy person but having all that stuff keeps me calm. If my kids ever knew I think they would disown me.