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Y’all… I genuinely don’t know if I’ve ever met someone this miserable. So my ex and I broke up over 2 years ago, but we still talk here and there. A few days ago this random girl requested to follow me on Instagram. I followed her back because Im a girl’s girl and love to support girls. I thought she was pretty but had no idea who she was. Then I realized she lived in the state my ex still lives, so I asked him if he knew her. He told me to block her because he said he had a stalker…. (Should’ve been red flag #1) So I removed her from following me because I didn’t know her. I honestly never even thought about unfollowing her even though her page was public already. Later I noticed her commenting under my ex’s brother’s picture saying “hey sexy dm me,” so I was lowkey relieved and figured she was probably dating someone in his family. Then she posted a funny meme on her story that made me laugh, so I replied “LMAO felt this” not even realizing it was her story fr. THAT WAS LITERAL...

Ive been with my fiance for 4 years on June 27th. Ive had big plans for his gift this year and I feel on top of the world. Since year 1 of our relationship we have talked all giddy about childhood dreams. My fiance told me about his first childhood let down... my fiance is r&g color blind. He had a dream as a kid about being a pilot and a family member told him he couldn't and he just took their word for it. Turns out he can after much of my own research he could. He has spent hours on flight simulator and has recently been talking about it with his brother. So I started the research. Theres a flight school an hour from our house. Lessons run cheap so as an anniversary gift I scheduled him a discovery flight. Given the flight doesn't have tickets I edited a faux souvenir ticket to have the date of and flight info plus a little anniversary momento. I give it to him Friday because im way too excited! As an added bonus day of the discovery flight i will offer to pay half on e...

I don't really know how to start this, so I'll just start from the beginning. My name is Jamie. I was born in a two bedroom apartment above a laundromat in a city that smells like rust and fast food grease. We were poor not tight budget poor, but sometimes the lights go off poor. And from the time I was maybe five years old, I knew I was not a boy. Not in the way I was supposed to be. My mom knew first because moms always know. She never made a big deal out of it. She'd quietly let me sit next to her while she got ready, hand me her lipstick like it was the most normal thing in the world. On my seventh birthday she bought me a purple skirt from a thrift store and hid it in a shoebox. For when you need it, she said. My dad found it once. He didn't yell he just went very quiet, which was somehow worse and threw it in the dumpster. My mom bought me another one the next week. She was the whole sky, I think you understand what I mean. She died when I was thirteen, ovarian c...

Me and my wife were both foster kids. We bounced around a lot, and we both struggled to plant our feet firmly on the ground when adulthood started. I think that may be the reason we were drawn to each other. We understood each other’s struggle. I met her at a fast food joint I worked at, and it was honestly like a fairy tale. I noticed that she would only come in when she knew I was working, and eventually I worked up the courage to offer more conversation than, “How may I take your order?” We began flirting, and over the course of a few weeks, I think we sort of just… fell for each other. I saw something in her that I’m pretty sure she saw in me too. We were like matching puzzle pieces. Her coming into that restaurant was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me. She worked at a bowling alley across town, but when we began dating, we both kind of accelerated. It was like the thrill of finding each other drove us to strive to do better, not only for one another, but for oursel...

In the mid 90's with my TV writing career sputtering along, I worked as a bartender at a world class hotel in Beverly Hills. There were two shit shifts, Saturday and Sunday days, and they were mine. One Saturday morning I emerged from the back room holding a rack of glasses to find Lindsey Buckingham sitting at the bar. He ordered a beer and just sat there. He told me he was having work done to his house and that he was staying in the hotel for the weekend. He couldn't have been nicer. He talked about the band and the music; he ate lunch and read the newspaper. About 4:30 the bar started getting busy and he looked like he was feeling uncomfortable, but he stuck it out until the end of my shift. It was just a great day! After he paid the check and tipped me really well, he asked, "You here tomorrow?" And I would be. ​ After my shift I went to Amoeba Records and bought a copy of Tusk. ​ The next morning when I opened the bar, there was Lindsey Buckingham. We picked up ...

What's the worst case of cheating or infidelity you've personally experienced, witnessed, or heard about from someone close to you? It could be something shocking, heartbreaking, or just unbelievable. How did the person find out, and what happened afterward?