People Open Up About 30 Secrets That Would Destroy Lives If They Got Out

My younger sister was r*ped by her boyfriend, forced to give birth to his daughter, and then later killed when she tried to leave.

Their daughter is 17, currently acing her tests, and believes she's mine and my wife's daughter. I will never tell her.

I know that my grandpa had a second family that nobody else in my family knows about.

My grandma on my dad's side of the family died when I was still very young, but my grandpa lived until I was in my early 20's and we were pretty close. At one point when I was about 13 or 14 he got very sick and we all thought it was the end. I was sitting and talking to him one day (he was in bed) and he fell asleep. He was on a lot of medication including painkillers so this wasn't a shock. A few minutes later he woke, but was disoriented and talking to me like I was someone else. He was apologizing to me about not being there, which made no sense. I put together the pieces and suspected he was talking about (or thought he was talking to) someone he had had an affair with.

So he pulls through that illness and a few years later he and I went on a weekend fishing trip. On that trip I asked him about what he was saying and what I suspected he was talking about. He confessed to me that in the late 1950's he and my grandma were going through a rough patch. He met this other woman and saw her off and on for about a year then she ended up getting pregnant. He would go see her when possible and gave her money to support the kid. My grandma, dad and aunt (my dad's sister) never knew about this and he asked me to keep this between us. Over the course of the weekend he explained how his life was basically a hell of his own creating because he was lying to two different women and trying to basically juggle two different families. He told me to never do what he had done.

I never told anyone then a handful of years later he died. The lawyer contacted me about his will and said there was a special clause in the will just for me. Basically I got control of his safe deposit box, but the lawyer was supposed to not tell anyone else about the box, it was private and just for me. In the regular will the grandkids (there were four of us in all) got $5,000 each. In the safe deposit box was a letter he wrote me telling me how he appreciated me keeping his confidence and how he was proud of the man I had grown to become. There was also $25,000 in cash. I wasn't sure what to do with it. At first I was excited, but then it felt like I was being paid for my silence and it made me kind of ill. After much deliberation I gave the money to a group that helps abused and runaway kids.

I was homeless as a teen. I sold weed, because I wasn't legally allowed to work at that age in my state, wasn't willing to steal (I wanted to earn my money, legal or not), and I wasn't willing to sell something more profitable, and ruin people's lives with addiction.

So I was around a lot of crime, as a result. There's plenty of things that could have ruined lives if I had been willing to tell people, but I took the "you don't snitch" policy to heart. Except when it came to pedophiles, we regularly made exceptions for them, involving the police when we encountered them. Which was frequently.

Anyway, I had a friend who was my age. Wasn't homeless, but might as well have been. We ran the streets together, partying and having fun. One night, we got jumped by an adult. I was 13-14, he was 15, and this grown man was on top of my 3rd friend (also 15), just hitting him in the face over and over again. So I pushed him off him and my friend hit him the the face with a skate board.

That stopped him from attacking us any further, and we got out of there.

The cops caught up with us, the guy pointed me out as the one that hit him with a skateboard, and I wasn't willing to put my friend in jail to free myself.

I ended up locked up for a year and a half. I never regretted my decision, I always felt it was the right thing to do, but it did damage me mentally (children that age aren't capable of dealing with solitary confinement, let alone for a year and a half). And then my friend, the one who actually hit him, died in our 20's. And suddenly, that year and a half, became a huge percentage of his short life. And I'm so grateful I was able to give it to him.

My best friend's boyfriend (who I had known since I was three) was going to break up with her on Sunday night. He got in a motorcycle accident Sunday afternoon and passed away. This happened 3 years ago and she is still messed up about it because she loved him and they were still in a relationship when he passed, she still calls him her boyfriend.

A friend I grew up with and recently reconnected with had sex with his wife's sister. He got her pregnant, she had the baby and the wife doesn't know the "niece" she's babysitting daily is her husband's child.

I know a woman who was dating a child-free man. He was adamant about not ever having children while she was crazy about the opposite. She punctured condoms, stopped birth control (while pretending she never stopped) and lied about her period dates. Poor guy thought her birth control and the condoms he was using would keep him safe, but she got pregnant anyway. He doesn't know, he's miserable.

I have three older sisters and one younger brother. When I was younger, about 11, I was supposed to be sleeping over at my aunt's house because my parents were at a wedding and knew they would probably come home drunk. Anyways I got upset with my cousin, so I snuck out of the house and walked home. I was sleeping when I was awoken by my parents arguing in the living room. I was always a nosey child so I sat up listening and I heard my dad say "Why would you do this to me, after I helped you fight in court for [my oldest sister's name] then helped you raise her and love her as my own" then I heard my mom tell him to never bring that up again then I heard a door slam. Up until then I always thought we all had the same father, even to this day 12 years later I'm the only one out of my siblings that know my oldest sister is not my father's biological daughter. I don't even think my sister knows. I just couldn't bring myself to ever tell her. I don't even think my parents know I know. They didn't even know I was home that night. I pretended to just be getting home later on that morning. I have never told anyone.

My mother starved my grandmother to death for her inheritance.

A good friend of mine is Indian and gay, which she knows her family won't accept. She about to have an arranged marriage to a man, who is also gay. Neither of there families know the truth and are excited about the upcoming wedding. The grooms boyfriend is part of the wedding party. They plan to have children via ivf at some point.

My boyfriend's first girlfriend's mother would always try to hook up with her daughter's boyfriends. But that's not the weirdest part.

After the mom tried putting the moves on him and he barricaded himself in the bathroom to wait for his GF to save him, girlfriend told him in the car that it was normal for her mom to have sex with her boyfriends and vice-versa (mom was a single parent). Not only that, but she and her mom would have threesomes together with the boyfriends.

My girlfriend's sister confided in me that her father used to molest her when they were little. She said she saved my girlfriend from it because she was old enough to know what was going on. My girlfriend doesn't know, and her dad visited recently and took us all out to dinner. Super uncomfortable.

My mom is the most straight laced, uptight person you can imagine and she works very high level financial jobs for the government. If you looked up "professional woman" in the dictionary it would probably just be a picture of her.

What no one else knows is that she has a tattoo on the back of her leg of a bear with penises instead of legs- like where it's legs would be there are just massive d**ks. She wears tights or pants to cover it all the time, as far as I know I'm the only person that knows about it. She was a very wild teenager and met up with an "aspiring tattoo artist" (aka rando with a tattoo gun) in a hotel room to get a tattoo of a bear when she was 16- the guy got a little excessively creative and gave her a bear with d**ks for legs.

It is so vulgar that if anyone saw it I think there's a good chance she's lose her job, or at least have some serious explaining to do. I once asked her why she doesn't get it removed and she says it's her "symbol to her stupid youth".

My friend comes from a pretty conservative family, which is fine, but some of them can be pretty judgmental. Anyway, after knowing her for a few years I found that her sister got pregnant at 16 and was shipped away to have the baby and have it adopted, and then she came home. They don't talk about it and act like it didn't happen.

For me that was always something that I'd only seen in movies or read about. She has no idea I know. I was told by a mutual friend.

My grandmother married a divorcee. He developed Alzheimers and is now under nursing home care. She has since rewritten his will to financially exclude the daughters he had in his previous marriage and take all the money for herself. I know this because I overheard her talking with my aunt (she did not know I was in the house). I LOATHE her for doing it. It degrades her wholesome, grandmotherly status, and transforms her into an extremely immoral character in my life, but understand I can't say ANYTHING, or the entire family would spiral into more chaos than it's already in.

Have a friend who had an affair with her older married boss and got pregnant, didn't realize it until she was too far along to get an ab*rtion. Boss tried to get her to agree to get an illegal ab*rtion (basically he "knew a guy," said guy was not an actual doctor working out of an actual clinic) which she flat out refused. Boss then ended up pressuring her to give the baby up for adoption ("I'll fire you and ruin your life if you don't," "I'll have you thrown out of your apartment" and other threats were made; this guy was a Big Name in our town and she took the threats seriously) and she eventually agreed. He's been sending her money every month since to keep her quiet about it.

When I was in my late teens I found a fishing tackle box in our garage with some personal effects and a su*cide note inside. I never told anyone but 30+ years I asked my Mom over coffee to tell me the story of her life.

She was given up by her mother as a toddler and raised by her Dad, Benny*. He worked as a seaman on boats on the Intracoastal Waterway of the southern US so she often stayed with friends and relatives while he was away. When she was about 14 she was orphaned and lived with whomever would have her. One time a foster family moved out of their house, leaving her behind, but the new owners of the home allowed her to stay with them.

Eventually she settled in with the married couple that I came to know as my grandparents, Archie & Edith. They were relatives of hers and did not have children of their own. Archie was a Merchant Marine beginning in WWII and Edith was a homemaker. The next property over from theirs was owned by a good family friend that I called Uncle Joe. Uncle Joe & my Mom's real father, Benny, worked together offshore.

Reveal: Mom explained that the tackle box I found was my real grandfather's (Benny) but she thought the su*cide note was fake. She explained that Edith & Uncle Joe were lovers while Archie was sailing the seven seas. She found them out and told her Dad, Benny, who allegedly threatened to out them to Archie. She said that Uncle Joe probably killed my real grandfather to hide the affair.

Exec Summary: The people who I thought were my maternal grandparents were merely distant relatives. My "grandmother" had an affair with an "uncle", who was actually of no relation to me, which culminated in the murder of my real grandfather who was about to squeal on them.

TL;DR: My mother was raised by the people who made her an orphan by murdering her father. JB

My best friend was molested continuously through her childhood by her brother, who is ten years older than her. Her parents have no idea, and they're constantly pressuring her to write to her brother, who's currently in prison for meth.

I'm glad I get to dump this somewhere: I had this friend, John, for years... One of my best friends. We rode the same bus, I would walk to his house across the train tracks. We grew up together. The first night I ever tried cocaine, I tried it with John. 5AM, we'd been talking for hours. John decided it was confession time. He disclosed that he'd had homicidal ideations, for years, and fantasized about raping women. He told me about how he used to torture small animals... He told me that when he was 11 or 12 he had sex (multiple times) with the family dog. When he told me, he'd had this 'friends with benefits' who liked being pretend-raped, and didn't mind being humiliated by John... Who liked to put his finger in her butt and wipe poop on her face. John is now married with three kids.... I saw on Facebook; we never spoke again after that night.

One time at a friends house i went into his closet to jump out and scare him when he came back to the room. Found out he has bottles and jugs stored in there for peeing. I think he was just being weird and did this while gaming and it got to the point that he cant go unless its into a bottle

One of my relatives was a musician with a very successful band. Then he dropped dead. The family put out word that he died of a heart attack. And that story stuck. To this day his fans, even his fellow band members think that's how he died. In reality, he dropped dead of a heroin overdose. Was shooting himself up in the bathroom when he ODed.