[Remorse]
I am going to go ahead and admit I did an asshole thing and I am a huge piece of shit.
My daughter and I have always had a very strained relationship. It was mostly because of my ex and her poisoning the relationship between my daughter and me. And the fact that we were teenage parents didn't help.
When my daughter was 14, I was finally able to have the courts add an order preventing my ex from badmouthing me and withholding my daughter for visitation. But the damage was done.
My daughter has unfortunately picked up a lot of traits from her mother and has only ever used me for financial reasons. She just has no respect for me after all those early years.
We barely had a relationship in the past two years when she came back into my life a few months ago. She started acting like we had a close relationship so that her fiance's family would be impressed.
I went along with it because at least I was seeing my daughter again.
The wedding was in 12 days and her fiance's family flew in for the wedding. My house is larger so I offered to house them.
Last Saturday night, we all started drinking heavily and I accidentally let slip to her fiance's father all the things my ex did and how she affected my daughter's upbringing. And I regrettably told them about how my daughter treated me the past 8 years.
The next day, the fiance broke off the wedding because his family didn't want "someone like my daughter in their family". I tried explaining to them that I was drunk talking nonsense in an effort to save the wedding but it didn't work.
I sat and cried as my daughter screamed at me for an hour that night. She was heartbroken and it's all my fault. I then got confronted by my ex on my front lawn where she proceeded to call me the most disgusting things.
I went and paid off all the vendors that my daughter had booked on Monday and Tuesday. I also paid all the deposits my daughter put down back to her in a check she hasn't cashed yet. This cost nearly 60 thousand dollars. And I still need to pay her back for other expenses and vendors that wouldn't let me pay for her.
Even worse is that my daughter had quit her job and moved out of her place because she was supposed to fly out right after the wedding to be with her husband. I am trying to figure out how to provide her financial support because she will not even talk to me.
Today, my daughter came to our office with a baseball bat and smashed the storefront and all the computers. She also threatened to harm my wife and I. I am still trying to diffuse this situation because my wife is terrified.
My own family is angry at me. My wife hasn't talked to me properly since Sunday.
I feel like absolute shit and this was the biggest fuck up of my life. I haven't really slept since this happened. And I don't even know who I can talk about this to. Everyone was told that the groom got cold feet and that's why the wedding is off. Only my immediate family and my ex know the truth.
I’m 19, trim, fit, and traditionally attractive by most standards (Pic in my profile).
I am a part time student. My primary, proper resumé building job is working reception at a high end hotel. And my side hustle is stripping.
I started the summer after I finished high school and moved out on my own. I was 18 at the time and had an “in” at the club because my sister worked there.
Obviously it’s not a job I love. I don’t believe anyone who claims to. It’s fun to hang out with other girls and I’ve made friends, but mostly it’s a shady gig that pays well if you don’t mind making more effort than you want with people who you normally wouldn’t talk to.
Originally I made most of my money off private dances. I got some tips on the stage. Typically dancing as a girl-next-door type. But the big tips came from lap dances, which I mostly hate, but sometimes the guy is hot or super shy (not in a creepy way) or sometimes he’s just really excitable and that can be fun.
I’ve been asked out a lot. I’ve been offered money almost as often. I never made a “date” outside the club. (Some girls do). I HAVE caused a guy to cream his jeans with an extra dirty dance if I was in the right mood and he was a big tipper. But that was my line.
Things changed when Mary and I started our “sister act.” It was a pretty standard two girl stage dance with the good girl/bad girl theme. Me in white and her in black. Or her in leather and me in lace. With the added angle of extra taboo. Not just two girls being erotic, but two sisters!
The stage tips got bigger and I did less private dances because guys usually wanted the two of us and we were mostly touching each other instead of the guy paying.
We got a lot of “are you really sisters?” And a lot of offers to play in private. We never considered it or even talked about it. Until the day we did.
It was a well-dressed business travel in with some other guys and as soon as we were in the champagne room he said he didn’t believe we were really sisters and he’d give us each a large tip to prove it. The amount was as much as I’d usually make all night on dances, so I went back to the dressing room and got our driver’s licenses and came back and showed him.
At that point he offered us cash for a private show at his hotel. Hands off. He just wanted to watch. He wanted the two of us to have sex. He was obviously fetishizing the incest aspect of it.
Mary asked him to double his price. They haggled a bit. I just watched it all. Eventually she got him up to over $1k for a private sister act.
That night we went to his room in a nice hotel and he sat in a chair in the corner and watched the two of us kiss, undress, and give each other oral. He was true to his word. He didn’t touch. And he paid what he said and added a tip. And then we left.
It wasn’t my first time having sex with a woman. It wasn’t even my first time having sex with Mary. Thing is, we’re not even sisters. We just have the same last name. We sat next to each other in home room in high school. We’d only claimed to be sisters originally to get me a gig when the club was already over-staffed...
My whole life my mother has bullied my dad, my brother and I, my dad until he divorced her about 15 years ago, then it moved to me until I moved out about 3 years ago, and then to my brother when he moved out about 3 months ago. There was abuse scaling from beating my brother and I, to just constant mental abuse/guilting us over what she did saying it was our fault
I found out a few days ago through a friend that she is being brought to court over 2 cases of work place harassment and not a single part of me is not delighted, social services were called years ago, but never took much action, and now that I have removed her from my life, I just try to forget what she did, but it's nice to see a little justice in the world
Some days ago I was going to collage, nothing out of the ordinary, I had my headphones on while walking on the sideway really immersed in the music, some steps in front of me a girl with a blue backpack was crossing the street, on that moment all I hear are screams and all I see is people with their faces filled with terror, then I realize a truck ran over the girl just a couple of seconds before I crossed the street. That interception had a really bad traffic planning, she crossed the street when the traffic light was red and the bus driver made an irresponsible turn when his light was green. She did nothing wrong, her mistake was being immersed within herself and not checking even with the red light. I waited hopping she would only be unconscious but when the ambulance came there was nothing to do. It turned out the girl was a former classmate with who I didn't talk.
My head is full with thoughts about that moment, I saw her die in front of me. These days, out of the blue I found myself crying non stop about what happened, all I could think about is her. I see her photos on my department and her friends crashed on the highways. It's the first time I see something like this. Ive been struggling with depression and sometimes even with suicidal thoughts, this event has totally put everything in perspective and it really messes up my head. I feel that I could have done something to avoid that tragic incident, I also think it could have happened to me.
Let me start this off by saying I am extremely straight. However, when I was about 12 my male cousin and I would often have sleepovers because we are the best of friends. Us being family and growing up around each other, we were open about our bodies. We are the same age and we had both recently discovered masturbation! We would lay next to each other in bed at night and touch and rub our penises together and then we’d masturbate for hours on end. I remember it being fun but as we both got older we tried to block it out of our minds and forget it ever happened.
Just some backstory, my dad is a multimillionaire. His net worth is 15+ million dollars, mostly property he inherited from his parents. But he always made it a point that I won't see that money unless I absolutely need it, and that I need to make a name for myself and work hard on my own so I would be worthy of it. He was sort of traditional in that way, he HATED the idea of handouts in any way, he believed everyone should have to work hard for their own money. Which, of course, is not at all the life he experienced growing up with his extremely wealthy and generous parents. He told me when I was older, I would get the money. I assumed he meant 'spend 3 or so years living a tough, hard working life in NYC and then I will give it to you'. So because of that, I took risks. I went to an expensive college, I got a career which was sort of a slow burn in that it takes a lot of time and energy to progress in the career. I thought that any day now, he would help me out. That my years of hard work, he would eventually see that I was working hard.
And I did work hard. I got a job in NYC in 2002, which developed into a career. I had a lot of student loans, but the real problem was rent. I had constantly creeping up rent, and I moved consistently to poorer areas, but the rent always creeped up over the months. I was working 2 jobs, my main career, and my side job (which varied, but the main side job was being a mover for a company). It was about 70 hours a week to pay rent and student loans and other bills, and I was just exhausted constantly, literally drained out of my life. 2002-2009 were the absolute worst years of my life. I wanted to move so badly to escape the high cost of living in NYC, but my job wasn't exactly common, and I was lucky to have a job like that in the first place at all during the recession. I was wasting my life, I couldn't hold a girlfriend down because I was literally constantly busy with work. My social life basically went away entirely.
My dad was well aware of my situation, but still never really found it 'the right time' to help me out, saying that I still had years to go and that the reason my career wasn't advancing was because I wasn't working hard enough. My career wasn't advancing because it was the recession and promotions weren't easy to come by. He was in Texas, I was in NYC, so we didn't exactly see each other that much.
So I told him that I lost my job. And that I was about to be homeless. This was entirely a lie, but I didn't care. I was basically having a mental breakdown and I was behind on my rent. He agreed after a long talk, and he said basically that this was probably the time to give me money, and he sounded genuinely sorry that I lost my job. I think because of the recession, he for once didn't blame me for this.
I expected him to give me 5-10k or something. I didn't specify amounts. He gave me 75k. And then the next month he gave me another 40k. I was confused, happy, but confused, and I asked him why he was giving me such large amounts, and he said that 'it wasn't that much money' and that I should be making more than that at my age (which was 28 years old). That is how out of touch he was, that he thought it was relatively normal to be making 6 figures at 28 years old.
3 months later he randomly gave me another 20k, then only a week after that another 20k. That was it... but it was more than enough for me obviously. It was literally like a weight was lifted off my back, I cant even describe how good it felt. I quit my second job, so my hours went from 70-80 hours to 40 hours a week. I was tempted to move to a nicer area but decided against it. I now had time to make friends, and date a bit, and I found a girlfriend in 2010 and we got married in 2012. I suddenly didn't have to budget absolutely every detail of my life, I could be relatively free with my money.
Anyways, that is basically it. My career moved forward in 2013 and then again in 2014, so I was making more money. I told my dad a year later that him giving me the money really helped me out and that I earned my job back. He congratulated me and that was that. We don't really talk much. I don't think he is ever going to find out I lied to him.
I know I know, I am not entitled to his money. But frankly? I don't care. Guy was and is a scumbag, both to me, to my mom (died when I was 17, but he was terribly abusive to her) and his general attitude was just terrible. I am not going to deny part of it was greed that I took his money, it totally was. I was living a rough life and wanted to leech off my rich dad to alleviate the problems in my life. If I didn't have a rich dad I wouldn't have had that option. Although to be fair, if I didn't have a rich dad, I wouldn't have taken risks in my life and career like that and would have moved to a lower cost of living area.
20-odd some years ago, in the 2nd grade, we had show-and-tell. There was this girl, who, for some reason, I thought was "super boring" and "totally don't want to stay for this." So instead of staying for the 5 minute presentation, I would conveniently, every single time, ask to go to the bathroom instead. This was effective! I dodged her little trinkets! I remember being smug about it walking out of the class, talking to myself about how boring she was.
Until the teacher put two and two together, and the next time I tried she told me that I would have to stay and could go later.
So random girl who I used to leave for your show and tell, I'm sorry. I was a jerk kid. I don't think you were boring! I also almost stole a quarter from your desk in 1st grade, but I decided that was bad so I put it back. I even told my mom I did that I was so proud of my moral high ground! Maybe I had a crush on you and I didn't know?
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