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My parents used to have sex in the same room as me

When I was a kid I used to sleep in my moms room in a separate bed but right next to each other. This was before I had my own room so I would of been around the age of 11-12. I am a male. Throughout these few years when I slept in the same room as my mom I would every now and then be waken up at night from the sounds of her having sex with my dad. Usually from the bed creaking rather than them moaning loudly. Sometimes they would talk to each other as well while doing it and that would wake me up. The lights were always off when they were doing it so they never knew I could hear them or even was up. I remember whenever I woke up I would make sure I never moved an inch because I never wanted them to know I’m awake. I even knew at that young age how awkward that would be. I would just lay there with my eyes closed pretending I was asleep usually with my head under the covers. This was a fairly regular occurrence for a few years. There were times when the lights were off, I would wake up...
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Found out my boyfriend was secretly dating my sister. Peak clown behavior.

So yeah. This is embarrassing. I had a boyfriend. The “you’re the only one for me” type. Meanwhile my sister was suddenly way too friendly with him. He started “stopping by” our place when I wasn’t home. She was walking around in his hoodie that he supposedly “lost.” I ignored it because I didn’t want to look crazy. One day I came home early. The apartment was quiet but I heard laughing from her room. His laugh. I opened the door and they were sitting on her bed way too close for it to be innocent. The energy was very much not sibling-friendly. And of course he hits me with, “It’s not what it looks like.” Sir. Be serious. I didn’t even scream. I just stood there thinking wow, this is actually insane. Bro really downgraded to my own sister. I dumped him that day. Didn’t talk to her for a month. The funniest part? They broke up two weeks later because “trust is important.” The irony is crazy. Anyway, if your man suddenly cares a little too much about your family, maybe trust your gut.

Neighbor was screaming “CALL 911” at 7AM on a Sunday

So as the title says i woke up to one of my neighbors screaming “Please call 911 I need an ambulance” over and over. Our building is very small there’s only one floor and like 12 apartments. I didn’t know what to do if i should go check on him or call, so I decided that calling the police was the best. I called them explained the situation and they took like 7 minutes to arrive. They ask me which neighbor it was which I didn’t know but he was still screaming so we could hear it was the neighbor in front of me. He said he couldn’t move at all so the police had to knock the door down. His place was a MESS, apparently he fell in the bathroom and couldn’t move at all. The ambulance arrived and they took him. It was scary for me I was literally shaking the whole time because you never know what the situation might be, but I was happy when he said “Thank God you are here” Im not sure how long he was waiting for someone to call for help. Im happy everything turned out okay and he is now at t...

I Accidentally Bought My 78-Year-Old Grandma a Vibrator Thinking It Was a Neck Massager… and She’s Been Using It on Her Neck for a Week

So last month my grandma kept complaining about her stiff neck from “all that damn knitting.” I’m the good grandson, right? I’m on Amazon at 2 a.m., see this sleek black “Deep Tissue Neck Massager” — curved, super strong vibrations, five speeds, USB rechargeable, looks exactly like the one my physio uses. 30 bucks, next-day delivery. Perfect. I gift-wrap it, give it to her on Sunday dinner. She’s over the moon: “Oh honey, you’re such a thoughtful boy!” Fast-forward to yesterday. I pop by to drop off her groceries and she’s sitting in her armchair like a queen, eyes half-closed, this black torpedo-shaped thing buzzing LOUD against the side of her neck. She goes, “This is the best present I’ve ever gotten. The vibration goes so deep… mmm, right there… I use it every morning and every night. Sometimes twice if my shoulders are tight.” Then she tilts her head and moans — actually moans — “It hits all the right spots.” I felt my soul leave my body. Because up close I finally see the shape....

UPDATE: My puppy turned my vibrator into a family helicopter... but somehow we survived and I’m not moving countries anymore (25F)

1 part: [https://www.reddit.com/r/stories/comments/1rdcjei/my\_puppy\_turned\_my\_vibrator\_into\_a\_family/](https://www.reddit.com/r/stories/comments/1rdcjei/my_puppy_turned_my_vibrator_into_a_family/) Hey everyone, OP here. First off holy shit thank you for all the comments, awards, and virtual hugs over the last week. You guys literally carried me through the worst embarrassment of my life. I was legit considering changing my name and fleeing to Canada. So things have actually turned around in the most unexpected way. Day 4 of me hiding in my room like a gremlin. Mom knocks softly, says “honey we need to talk… but not like that.” I open the door a crack, ready for the lecture of the century. Instead she’s holding a cup of tea and looking amused? Turns out Dad had been avoiding eye contact with everyone, but Mom sat him down and basically said “she’s 25, she’s single, it’s a normal thing, get over it.” Dad mumbled something about “didn’t need to see it at breakfast” but then admi...

I inspect remote powerlines with a commercial drone. Yesterday, I counted a tower that shouldn’t be there, and now I’m hiding in the woods.

I need to write this down while my phone still has a charge. I have the screen brightness turned all the way down to the lowest setting, and I’m sitting with my back pressed against the damp bark of a massive pine tree, hidden deep in the brush. I am far enough into the treeline that the darkness is absolute, but through the gaps in the branches, I can still see the clearing. I can still see the truck. And I can still see the thing standing over it. If you don't know what a maintenance corridor looks like deep in the backcountry, you need to understand the scale of it before any of this will make sense. Imagine a perfectly straight scar cut through the middle of an ancient, untouched national forest. The clearing is about two hundred feet wide, a flat avenue of rough grass and crushed gravel, bordered on both sides by impenetrable walls of towering evergreens. This avenue does not curve. It does not follow the natural topography of the land. It simply cuts a brutal, mathematical l...

My children just broke character.

My son, Jonas, shocked me at the breakfast table this morning. He wasn’t acting like himself. He wasn’t fighting with his siblings, who were unusually quiet. Callie sat silently, pushing her breakfast around her plate.  There was no brutal fight to the death over the bathroom. No constant bickering about cereal.  Zach wasn’t kicking his siblings under the table to start arguments. And I didn’t have to shout once. It was far *too* quiet. “Jonas.” I spoke up, looking up from my iPad. It was *too* quiet. Which meant my children were either sick, or something was brewing. Jonas, my eldest at sixteen, was usually the instigator. But he couldn't even look me in the eye. “What's going on?” I set down my iPad, and across the table, Zach flinched, gaze glued to his bowl of untouched cereal.  Callie ducked her head, thick brown strands hanging in her face.  I knew this stance.  I knew my children. Too quiet, and *guilty.* Just like five years ago when they shattered my Mom’s vase playin...