I'll confess mine. Years ago I was in my 20's and flat sharing in London with Scottish girl. I was really worried as I thought I was pregnant and I confided in her. She swore not to tell anyone and I really believed I could trust her. About a week later a guy who was a mutual friend told me I wasn't showing yet! I was so angry and so betrayed. It was eating me up inside. Up to this point a lot of crappy stuff had happened to me and I always seemed to meeting people who basically treated badly and I always let it go and they would get away with it. This time though I'd had enough of being walked over so I decided I had to get my own back. This girl absolutely loved Mick Hucknell and Simply Red. She been to their concert and she had a cassette tape she played over and over again. I can't lie, I felt immense satisfaction as I opened the rubbish chute, tore the tape to shreds and then shut the chute and listened to it all tumbling down to the huge metal bins below. I tend to have a guilt complex but I have never ever felt guilty about this and would even admit it to this girl's face if I saw her again. I know if I hadn't have done anything it would have eaten away at me for years but it was very therapeutic to deal with it and let it go.