"Confessed To Having Multiple Affairs": 35 Deathbed Confessions That Backfired Because The Person Survived

I had an accident, and ended up with a concussion and emergency spinal surgery. Once I got to the hospital, the surgeon quickly went through all the things that could go wrong so I was aware. He said something like, "and with every surgery, there's a very small chance of death" and all my brain heard was "you're 100% gonna bleed out and die."

I just had this very clear realisation through the confusion of the concussion that I didn't tell my brother that I loved him enough. So I called him with like, 2% battery, and told him to move on and live his life to the fullest, and I'll always be proud of him.

Yeah, surgery went absolutely fine and when I came round, he just joked, "even though you survived, I can still live my life to the fullest, right? It wasn't an either/or situation?"

I obviously told him he couldn't.

I was in a car accident where I broke my neck and was bleeding very heavily due to a piece of metal going into my thigh. I called my gf at the time and told her I'd been saving money for a few months and that I wanted her to have it and not tell my family about it. It was only 5k, and I had been saving it to buy her a new car (i was gonna save 10k for the downpayment so her monthly payments would be under $200). I seriously thought I was going to die because of how much blood I lost. I passed out while still on the phone with her and woke up in the hospital with her next to me. She asked me what the money was for and I told her and she started laughing.... She had secretly been saving too. And had saved 7k. 2 weeks later when it I could walk again, we went and got her car (putting down 10k) and took the remaining 2k and went to stay at my mom's house in florida for a couple weeks while I healed up some more. Probably not the type of confession you were looking for, but there it is.

This might technically count. I was stationed in Hawaii when that ballistic missile threat came through. Before we knew it was fake I called my wife and my parents, my wife worked on North Shore which was a bit from where we lived on post, so she was at work too far away to reach before the supposed missile would hit, and my parents lived on the East Coast.

Called my wife first, made sure she understood what was happening, made sure to give her the rundown on what to do immediately, what to do after it hits, etc etc, and to give a quick call to family. She called her parents, I called mine. Told my parents to do their best to not to panic, told them I loved them no matter what happened, but told them I had to go because as much as I loved them, Rachel was all alone on the other side of the island and I needed to talk to her.

Called my wife again, tried to keep her as calm as possible, told her how much I loved her, told stories of good memories, all while I was sitting there drinking rum from the bottle knowing either I was about to die or about to go to war with someone, so it was probably going to be a while either way.

Turns out some a*****e hit the wrong f*****g button. Huge sighs of relief, nervous laughter, some frustration, but it definitely I think helped my wife and my family and I’s relationships saying things out loud that typically people don’t say.

When I was 15, I had to have knee surgery because I tore my ACL playing softball.
After they doped me up really good my dumb a*s brain decided I might die on the table. As they were wheeling me down to surgery I sat up and apparently shouted at some random orderly to tell my family I wanted to be an organ donor. I have zero recollection of this but my mom, who was standing in that hall, still laughs about it to this day. I’m 37 now.

Was POSITIVE the house was going to come down during the in-land hurricane last year.

Texted my roommate (who was at work at the time) "so hey, I might die. Just wanted to say I love you. Too much to risk not saying it. If I don't croak see you tonight, if I do sorry for the levity"

Well, f*cking house was 95% unscathed, and she came home with a huge smile and said she wanted to give it a try.

We aren't together anymore but all in all could've gone a lot worse. 7/10, would try again.

Not a really a confession, more of a retraction. My father was recently diagnosed with cancer. After the initial surgery to remove tumors, he was very weak, in a lot of pain, and scared because for the first time in his life he wasn’t in control of what was happening to him. Let me preface the rest of this by saying he’s always been very selfish and only really does anything that either benefits him somehow or is convenient for him, including being a parent. We were raised by a single mother for most of our childhood, and then got an awesome step-dad from our middle-teens to current day.

My father has always told my brother and I that we aren’t getting any inheritance- that he’s going to spend it all before he dies. He’s been a bachelor for 30 years, so no spouse either. We’ve always said (more to not give him any power over us) that that was fine- it is his money, he should spend it how he chooses.

So my dad is in the hospital, thinking he’s going to die any day, so he calls my bro and I and says he’s realized that he doesn’t need to be in a pine box before gifting us anything. He’s going give us each a chunk of money and watch us enjoy it before he dies. Now, this money did come with strings- we had to tell him what we were going to use or it for and he had to approve. So we both talked about doing some home improvement. This met with approval. He never said how much we were going to get, but the ideas he was throwing out there were pretty high dollar (a new pool for my bro, new floors and windows for me) so our eyes were kind of popping. It was very generous, and in my case, potentially game changing as I really do need both and am in no position to afford either.

Fast forward 2 weeks and all the tests come back. He has a very treatable form of cancer that was caught early and he has an excellent prognosis. Both my brother and I flew to where he lives to care for him after he got out of the hospital and start chemo. He sat us down and said something to the effect of “now that I’m not dying, there are still some things I want to do, so I’m not giving you any money.”

Totally his prerogative and his money, and totally in keeping with his personality. But still, oof.

Not me, but my ex’s grandma’s best friend was given something like two weeks to live.

The friend had bitten her tongue for years about some friends and family, but once she got the notice she let LOOSE.

She’d also given away almost all of her possessions including her beloved prize winning cat.

10 days later she made a miraculous u-turn, and lived another 2 or something years. She spent it estranged from the people she went off on, but remained close with those who she loved. She always said she wished she’d been honest sooner.

I don’t know if she ever got the cat back though.

Had a co-worker "Larry" who was in a job-site accident. Basically, he was underneath some scaffolding when it was backed into by a vehicle and collapsed on top of him. He was pinned down, couldn't feel his legs, and was bleeding from a head wound. Larry was 100% convinced he was going to die. We were trying to pull the scaffold off and render first aid and all that, and he kept asking to use a phone to call his wife "Suzie". Our supervisor gave him a phone, Larry called Suzie and confessed to having multiple affairs, stealing from Suzie's parents, creeping on their neighbor's teenage daughter and doing coke with Suzie's sister. Larry was crying, telling her he was so sorry, begging for forgiveness.

Turns out Larry was just pinned down by a couple of tubes and bracers that fell together just right and was tight enough to pinch a nerve and slow circulation a bit. He got 6 stitches on his head and some bruises, and that was the extent of his physical injuries. However, he did lose his house, his pickup truck, custody of his kids and half his paycheck to child support and alimony. Plus he got written up for not wearing a hard hat under scaffolding.

edit: I talked to a guy that was working with Larry when it happened. They were taking down the scaffold and a fork truck picked up one of the cart/rack things the scaffolding was stored on. The rack wasn't secured properly (Larry's job) and when the weight shifted, the scaffolding fell off and caused the mess. Also, he said it wasn't Suzie's sister, it was her cousin.

Attempted s*****e in 2019, sent messages thanking my friends for being good friends and apologizing for being pretentious in middle school. They don’t know what happened but it did improve our relationships.

I attempted s*****e two December's ago. I called my (then) boyfriend of almost two years and told him I finally believed he wasn't cheating and that I was so sorry for being so insecure and delusional. I apologized for being so suspicious of he and his only friend, and it was all just me being a terrible girlfriend. I survived the attempt, went to school the next day for midterms, got ghosted by him for two days, broken up with, and then learned he was actually cheating and just making me think it was my fault. I regret ever apologizing to him.

When I was like 12 years old my stomach hurt everyday for months and I thought I was going to die so I told my best friend my wizard101 username and password. I don’t think he ever logged on it though.

Not me but I do remember the words that my grandfather (father side) said to my father, while he was in a hospital bed, he said to him: "I'm sorry for being a terrible father to you my son, I kept on pushing my agenda to you and your son, so much that both of you resented me, I'm sorry for being overly strict to both of you, This condition that I am in, let this be karma for me and a lesson to the both of you, I love you," only then a few weeks go by his health was back to normal, and his TB was cured we were really happy, and I asked him if the words he said a few weeks back was true, and he said it was, and he is now living on a home far from the urban life and enjoyed the rest of his days peacefully.



For Context: My Parents were teen parents they were young and in love but now things have changed and my father died from overworking and my mom remarried to an awful, egotistic, person, but to this day I still think about that moment and it makes me happy that he learnt his lesson.

On his death bed, while I was out of the room, my friend told my then wife that I was having an affair with another woman. I wasn't. She did not mention this until he was in the ground. He was always a jokester. So this was a very commited joke or it was the brain cancer talking. Or it was that crazy assed b***h just jerking my chain. I never will find out.

Had a massive brake down in 2019 after my remaining family and my dog died with in months of each other. Because of my brake down I stopped caring for myself and I get dehydrated, chest infection, throat infection and my immune system genuinely f****d itself sideways.

My boyfriend saved me got me eating and drinking again and I had to have a drip to rehydrate me and a bucket load of antibiotics.

During this whole time I couldn't breath right I felt I was suffocating and cried every day thinking it was the end, I realised nobody knew how I felt about them so I told all my friends , my boyfriend , pets even went and spoke to my uncles grave and I patched a bunch of broken bridges with people I feel out with over the years.

Obviously I got better and didn't die but now everbody knows what they mean to me and I saved some friendships I thought were long lost and I'm closer to my pets now so in a messed up way it took thinking I was gonna die to fix my s**t and heal broken bridges with others.

Had botulism from food poisoning and as my mom was driving me to the hospital and the symptoms started kicking in big. I was fully convinced I am not going to make it. I was around 13 at the time. Wasn't really a confession, I just felt really bad that I'm going to die and I knew just how sad that would make my mom. I kept apologizing and saying it's my fault that she will now have to be sad about my death. The pickled fish didn't taste right, why did I eat it anyway. The worst thing was that she was the one who gave it to me and kept pushing me to just eat it. But she doesn't eat fish so she couldn't have known it was long gone.

I can't even imagine what it would do to her if I actually died that day. The guilt would probably k**l her. Or my dad would. Not to mention botulism has a fairly high mortality rate, at 7.5%.

Saturday afternoon, I was setting up to end myself. Ran as hard and as fast as I could to a park up the road, sent a few subtle goodbyes, and posted the only thing I wanted to get out there one more time to social media. "Love y'all. Be good to each other."

I was having a hard time finding a quiet, secluded place since it was a beautiful day out. Wound up not going through with it because some of my friends could read between the lines and talked me down. So that 'confession' saved my life.

I know, not what y'all were thinking about for deathbed confessions. But I am a simple guy and just want people to have good, happy lives.

Not me but an acquaintance, his wife got covid and she was really sick. Almost all the doctors told him that she wouldn't make it, so she confessed that she had been cheating on him for about 10 years with one close friend of him and that maybe their last child isn't his but his friend's. The lady survived and that poor stupid sucker kept his marriage as if nothing had happened ._.

Was planning on leaving and apologized to everyone I felt I've done wrong. Didn't go through with my plan and ended up having a better relationship with (most of) those people.

My dad was absent for 14 years, I was stabbed thrice when I was 17 and I texted him to tell him that I regret not trying to make it work. I'm on antibiotics forever now but I also have a strong relationship with my dad.

Not a confession but it's a running joke in our family now. "Give anon my snowmobile" as he thought he was dying. Turns out he just had to get his appendix out.