"Lending His Wife" – The Most Worrying Confession Someone Made to You Drunk

A random guy I struck up a conversation with at a pub shared that at a company party, his boss commented on how attractive his wife was. The next day, the boss bluntly told him that if he wanted a promotion, he’d have to "lend" his wife for one night. The man convinced his wife, got the promotion, but their marriage has been in ruins ever since. "It wasn’t worth it, not at all…" he muttered all night.

My tipsy uncle cheerfully told me, “If we weren’t family, I’d have caught you already.” I was only 12.

At a team-building event, my colleague got completely drunk and jokingly warned everyone to "watch out or they’d regret it." No one paid much attention, but later, as the only sober person, I asked her about it while helping her to bed. With eyes closed, she confessed she’d tried to flirt with a handsome coworker at her previous job, got rejected, and in revenge reported him to HR for sexual harassment. When I asked what happened to him, she said he was fired.

My dad tearfully admitted he never loved me because he believes I’m not his son. This came just as I felt we were starting to get closer despite our differences. Since then, I’ve given up on fixing our relationship.

My deeply religious aunt had a bit too much apple wine at a harvest ball and revealed that she and her husband get turned on when they pee on each other. Ever since, I can’t look at Aunt Marci or Uncle Kálmán the same way.

My mom, who always said she "found herself and fulfilled her purpose in motherhood," got wildly drunk on her seventieth birthday. It was strange because we’d never even seen her tipsy before. She danced and laughed for hours, then suddenly collapsed, started crying, and shared how much she regrets sacrificing her research career to raise us. Dad tried to put her to bed, but she ranted that she could have discovered cures for serious diseases but instead traded that for dirty diapers—and if she could do it over, she’d never have kids because it wasn’t worth it to become a "nobody housewife" instead of a scientist. Honestly, her words hit me and my two siblings deeply.

My fiancé never drinks. We’ve been together for four years, and I’ve only ever seen him have a few sips of beer. One night, I came home tipsy from a girls’ wine night, and to my surprise, he joined me for a few glasses. Since he rarely drinks, he got drunk quickly. Unlike me, he became moody and whispered in my ear that if his ex still loved him, he wouldn’t be with me.

My 98-year-old great-great-grandfather drunkenly told me that when he was young, he was deeply in love with my great-great-grandmother, but she was already engaged. One day, he invited her fiancé fishing, hit him on the head in the middle of the lake, tied stones to him, and threw him into the water. The body was never found. He then "comforted" the heartbroken great-great-grandmother, who thought her fiancé had left her.

During a company drink, I ended up alone with the big boss, a respectable man around sixty. He looked at me and said, "My uncle molested me when I was little. I’ve never told anyone before." I was speechless. Then the others came back, and the party went on like nothing happened.

While traveling in South America, we befriended a German guy who had lived there for years. One night, after smoking weed, he told us he had to flee his home country because during a protest—while throwing stones with friends—he hit a police officer in the head, and the officer died.

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