What is a lie that you have told and will take it down to your grave?
March 25, 2026
What is a lie that you have told and will take it down to your grave?
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Telling my parents when I was around 8 years old that I broke my arm “running into a wall”.
What really happy was that I attempted a cart wheel on a slanted ground. But I was afraid I’d get in trouble for admitting the truth. 😆
I told my mom I found a stray cat on the side of the road on my way home
In reality, someone was giving away free kittens in the supermarket parking lot I walked past every day after school
I kept him and I love him very much 🥰
15 year old me had no idea how the bottle of whisky became cold brew tea lol
I told my dad I was pregnant to keep him from molesting me, well, he had molested me, he wanted it to go to sex. I was 18 and had a relationship at the time so thats the mouth garbage I spewed. There was no chance of being pregnant, my boyfriend and I weren’t sexually active, but it was the only thing I could think of that he wouldn’t touch me for. I had to “have a miscarriage” lie to my boyfriend that I was fooling around with someone else when it was brought up to him by my dad and ruin that relationship. No, I didnt go to the cops, I didnt feel like I would have been believed. Statue of limitations are over in my state, so its not worth it anymore.
A few of my friends talked about how they would make an OF for extra cash if they had to, and I said I’m not sure I could or would do that.. (except I’ve already done that.. for half a year to be exact and it’s a secret I’m never gonna spill to anyone I know irl)
I’ll never tell
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My mom thinks I have a group of friends from university that I hang out with once every 4-8 weeks or so. She’s starting to be shocked that “they’re all still single?”…
It’s more the things that people tell me to confide in someone that I carry.
People just tell me stuff. No idea why. Deep, dark stuff even when I don’t know them that well.
I had an ex situationship in college who led me on for 4 months. He told me he wasn’t ready for a relationship just yet since he was fresh out of one. We got back to school after the summer and two weeks in, he made out with another girl, then went back home and used me for sex. The next day, he ended things with me and 3 days later, I found out he made her his girlfriend from a picture of the proposal he did on Twitter. He, then, almost got me jumped by her and her family.
I lied and told all my friends I pegged him. i feel awful about it til this day but it’s a running joke now amongst my friends so there’s no going back. In my defense, he actually gave me the green light to peg him and started “practicing” to make things easier (if you catch my drift), but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it when it came time.
My wife’s snoring at night doesn’t bother my sleep at all.
Estudava em IF e a grade tinha bastante furo, então a gente tinha um horário livre depois do almoço na sexta. Um dia, eu e alguns colegas resolvemos almoçar numa churrascaria que ficava do lado do campus.
Pagava um valor e podia comer à vontade, mas tinha uma regra: não dava pra pegar só carne, precisava pegar um pouco de arroz e acompanhamentos. Normalmente o churrasqueiro ficava de olho pra ninguém abusar (pegar 1g de batata frita e encher o prato de carne)
Enquanto almoçávamos, inventamos que seria engraçado criar uma mentira e contar pra todo mundo, então criamos a seguinte história pra contar pro resto da turma: Inventamos que um amigo que estava lá, (ele fazia academia e era meio marrento) já tinha repetido umas cinco vezes e o churrasqueiro começou a ficar puto porque ele estava dando prejuízo, não estava deixando o cara repetir e em determinado momento da discussão, o churrasqueiro teria falado algo tipo “tu gosta de linguiça, né? Vou pegar a minha pra você”, o nosso amigo que era marrento ficou putaço porque tinha umas meninas perto e foi pra cima do cara e eles saíram na porrada.
Todos os sete confirmaram a história, e até hoje tem a lenda de que ele saiu na porrada com o churrasqueiro kkkkkk
As a kid my grandpa was teaching me how to play chess, he was an epic player. When he went to the toilet I moved his rook so I could win. I obviously lost. Never told anyone and now being an adult I feel ashamed because I later on realized (still being a chess player) that he absolutely noticed that and said nothing.
Chess was our thing and now when he’s gone I hope he’s not mad at me and keep cheering me from above ;-;
Nice try, FBI. 😉
All jokes aside, I know there are small white lies I’ve told (like I told my coworkers that I was sick when I really wasn’t), and I’m taking those to my grave because they’re easy to remember and no one calls you on them.
But then there’s actual awful lies I’ve told, and they’re so long ago now that I practically remember them as if they were true. Those are still coming to the grave with me.
That my mother is dead. Very few people know she’s not. I was mentally, physically and financially abused by her for years until I could escape. She literally pushed my dad to his limits until he died young. I’ll be damned if I let that monster make victims of my kids.
Through the years I’ve found it’s easier to say your mother is dead than the truth. Too many have this weird ideation that mothers are saints who can do no wrong and we should overlook abuse and always forgive them because “you only get one.”
That I switch my best friend’s drink for a non-alcoholic one everytime she goes to the bathroom to take out her braces. She doesn’t handle alcohol very well and I don’t want anyone to take advantage of her. Have been doing that for a good 8 years now. I also dilute the ginbottle I serve her with 50% water in case she wants a drink.
A guy I presently have blocked & formerly had passing interest in evaded his block & vent about how he missed me, etc.
Which would be fine if he didn’t already have a girlfriend (a friend of my cousin which I found out later)
That I was born 1 year before my birthday. My parents didn’t report my birth until 1 year later. I was home birth in a 3 rd world country. My husband still thinks I am one year younger. After 40 years it is too late to tell him the truth and it doesn’t matter at this point
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Telling my parents when I was around 8 years old that I broke my arm “running into a wall”.
What really happy was that I attempted a cart wheel on a slanted ground. But I was afraid I’d get in trouble for admitting the truth. 😆
I told my mom I found a stray cat on the side of the road on my way home
In reality, someone was giving away free kittens in the supermarket parking lot I walked past every day after school
I kept him and I love him very much 🥰
15 year old me had no idea how the bottle of whisky became cold brew tea lol
I told my dad I was pregnant to keep him from molesting me, well, he had molested me, he wanted it to go to sex. I was 18 and had a relationship at the time so thats the mouth garbage I spewed. There was no chance of being pregnant, my boyfriend and I weren’t sexually active, but it was the only thing I could think of that he wouldn’t touch me for. I had to “have a miscarriage” lie to my boyfriend that I was fooling around with someone else when it was brought up to him by my dad and ruin that relationship. No, I didnt go to the cops, I didnt feel like I would have been believed. Statue of limitations are over in my state, so its not worth it anymore.
A few of my friends talked about how they would make an OF for extra cash if they had to, and I said I’m not sure I could or would do that.. (except I’ve already done that.. for half a year to be exact and it’s a secret I’m never gonna spill to anyone I know irl)
I’ll never tell
[deleted]
My mom thinks I have a group of friends from university that I hang out with once every 4-8 weeks or so. She’s starting to be shocked that “they’re all still single?”…
It’s more the things that people tell me to confide in someone that I carry.
People just tell me stuff. No idea why. Deep, dark stuff even when I don’t know them that well.
I had an ex situationship in college who led me on for 4 months. He told me he wasn’t ready for a relationship just yet since he was fresh out of one. We got back to school after the summer and two weeks in, he made out with another girl, then went back home and used me for sex. The next day, he ended things with me and 3 days later, I found out he made her his girlfriend from a picture of the proposal he did on Twitter. He, then, almost got me jumped by her and her family.
I lied and told all my friends I pegged him. i feel awful about it til this day but it’s a running joke now amongst my friends so there’s no going back. In my defense, he actually gave me the green light to peg him and started “practicing” to make things easier (if you catch my drift), but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it when it came time.
My wife’s snoring at night doesn’t bother my sleep at all.
Estudava em IF e a grade tinha bastante furo, então a gente tinha um horário livre depois do almoço na sexta. Um dia, eu e alguns colegas resolvemos almoçar numa churrascaria que ficava do lado do campus.
Pagava um valor e podia comer à vontade, mas tinha uma regra: não dava pra pegar só carne, precisava pegar um pouco de arroz e acompanhamentos. Normalmente o churrasqueiro ficava de olho pra ninguém abusar (pegar 1g de batata frita e encher o prato de carne)
Enquanto almoçávamos, inventamos que seria engraçado criar uma mentira e contar pra todo mundo, então criamos a seguinte história pra contar pro resto da turma: Inventamos que um amigo que estava lá, (ele fazia academia e era meio marrento) já tinha repetido umas cinco vezes e o churrasqueiro começou a ficar puto porque ele estava dando prejuízo, não estava deixando o cara repetir e em determinado momento da discussão, o churrasqueiro teria falado algo tipo “tu gosta de linguiça, né? Vou pegar a minha pra você”, o nosso amigo que era marrento ficou putaço porque tinha umas meninas perto e foi pra cima do cara e eles saíram na porrada.
Todos os sete confirmaram a história, e até hoje tem a lenda de que ele saiu na porrada com o churrasqueiro kkkkkk
As a kid my grandpa was teaching me how to play chess, he was an epic player. When he went to the toilet I moved his rook so I could win. I obviously lost. Never told anyone and now being an adult I feel ashamed because I later on realized (still being a chess player) that he absolutely noticed that and said nothing.
Chess was our thing and now when he’s gone I hope he’s not mad at me and keep cheering me from above ;-;
Nice try, FBI. 😉
All jokes aside, I know there are small white lies I’ve told (like I told my coworkers that I was sick when I really wasn’t), and I’m taking those to my grave because they’re easy to remember and no one calls you on them.
But then there’s actual awful lies I’ve told, and they’re so long ago now that I practically remember them as if they were true. Those are still coming to the grave with me.
That my mother is dead. Very few people know she’s not. I was mentally, physically and financially abused by her for years until I could escape. She literally pushed my dad to his limits until he died young. I’ll be damned if I let that monster make victims of my kids.
Through the years I’ve found it’s easier to say your mother is dead than the truth. Too many have this weird ideation that mothers are saints who can do no wrong and we should overlook abuse and always forgive them because “you only get one.”
That I switch my best friend’s drink for a non-alcoholic one everytime she goes to the bathroom to take out her braces. She doesn’t handle alcohol very well and I don’t want anyone to take advantage of her. Have been doing that for a good 8 years now. I also dilute the ginbottle I serve her with 50% water in case she wants a drink.
A guy I presently have blocked & formerly had passing interest in evaded his block & vent about how he missed me, etc.
Which would be fine if he didn’t already have a girlfriend (a friend of my cousin which I found out later)
That I was born 1 year before my birthday. My parents didn’t report my birth until 1 year later. I was home birth in a 3 rd world country. My husband still thinks I am one year younger. After 40 years it is too late to tell him the truth and it doesn’t matter at this point