My story is pretty boring, gf faked a pregnancy and I believed her so I confessed to my mom.

My ex gf on the other hand was terrible. We had gone to a party the night before and both gotten really intoxicated, and she could barely make it to her door, let alone up the stair and up to bed. I was considerably more coherent so we decided I would stay at her house that night (she was 16 and lived at her folks place), so I took her upstairs as quietly as I could and cleaned her up and put her to bed. We wake up the next morning to her mom barging in the room telling her she needed to move her car. She stopped mid-sentence and swore under her breath. I had longish hair at the time and am pretty skinny, so I was just hoping her mom might think it was just a girlfriend sleeping in bed next to her but no such luck. "So we're having boys sleep over now?" was all I could understand as she turned and walked downstairs to tell her dad. My gf panic'd for about 30 seconds then got dressed and ran downstairs as well. I stayed upstairs and got dressed as best I could. (I was wearing board shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. Like I said, coming form a party) They told me to have a seat at the kitchen island and asked us to explain. I let my gf do the talking as every time I started to open my mouth her dad shot me a death look. We tried to explain it away as she was just letting me crash there since I was having a hard time at home, but that was quickly vetoed by the "could have stayed in her brothers empty room" answer. At one point I said "your daughter was honestly just doing me a favor", and immediately regretted it because I knew exactly what her dad was going to say, and he did. "Sounds like she did you a pretty damn big favor." This was made all the scarier by the fact that I was 19 and she was 16 so we were 3 years and two days apart. Looking back now, I'd have never done that, but we really did love each other and stayed together for 5 years after this. So, anyways, I'm wondering if I'm going to be labeled as a sex offender for the rest of my life, and her dad points at me and says "Is this what you want to do with your life?!" which honestly hurt a little bit even despite the situation, but is just funny now. In the end they told me to leave, so I walked outside and called a mutual friend of ours and he came and picked me up and calmed me down as I was still freaking out a bit. I was lucky for lots of reasons, that I didn't go to jail, that her dad didn't kick my ass, and mostly that it was still early enough that What-A-Burger was still selling breakfast tacos. So, ya know, win.