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I am a medical doctor, specifically a forensic pathologist. A few months ago, I landed my first official position at a large county morgue. After years of medical school, residency, and brutal hours, I finally had a steady job with a clear routine. The work is not glamorous, but it is necessary. I examine the deceased, determine the cause of death, and prepare the reports. It is quiet, methodical work, which is exactly what I wanted. The facility itself is located in the basement level of a massive hospital complex. It is a sterile, cold environment, filled with stainless steel tables, bright fluorescent lights, and the constant, heavy smell of chemical cleaners and formaldehyde. There are only three of us who work down here during the day: the senior medical examiner, myself, and the janitor. The senior examiner is a quiet woman who spends most of her time in her office reviewing files. We barely speak unless it is about a specific case. That leaves the janitor. He is an old man. His...

3 years ago, my wife of 34 years suffered a massive stroke. 40% of her brain died along with the use of her arm and voice. She was the most caring person I ever met, and even though she lost memories of a lot of things, she still remembered she loved me and her son. I became her care giver, I lost my job, and my son struggled with his ghost of a mom. Things went bad financially due to medical bills an a loss of a salary. but the worst was when her family abducted her and moved 2 states away from us. My son no longer sees his mom. Their hate for me and my son is insane. So we no longer see my wife, and we lost everything when all our accounts were hacked by the family. Attorneys fight, we lose more money and live on barely enough to survive. It has been 8 months now not seeing her and today is the 3rd anniversary of her stroke. My son and I are destroyed. So many bad things happened that if we wrote a book or did a movie, nobody would believe it. It is hell. but it happened, and we mi...

ok so I already posted here about my mint situation, but this has officially escalated quick recap: I planted mint three years ago because it was described as a “perfect beginner plant”. right now it feels like I accidentally introduced a self-managing life form into my yard today my neighbor shows up looking extremely serious, like he already prepared the verdict on my entire gardening career, he silently walks me over to his garden and there it is my mint growing inside his beds in neat clusters like it moved in and registered residency I’m trying not to laugh because it doesn’t even look like it “spread” anymore, it looks like it organized an expansion campaign, he starts listing casualties: his dill is gone, his beetroot looks off, his potatoes are acting suspicious, and I’m standing there realizing this sounds like a frontline report and my mint is basically the main actor in the conflict I say something like “it’s just a bit aggressive” and immediately regret it because “a bit a...

I know how that sounds, but hear me out. I have been married to my wife for three years, and in all that time I have never seen her without makeup. Not once. Not in the morning, not late at night, not even when she is sick. At first I thought it was just a habit. Some people care a lot about how they look. I didn’t question it. But then I started noticing things. Every night she applies this liquid before anything else. It smells strong, almost chemical, nothing like normal skincare. During the day she constantly touches up her face. Not casually. Urgently. Like something bad will happen if she waits too long. Yesterday we were at a gathering when she suddenly froze. She grabbed her face and her breathing got fast. I asked what was wrong. She said, “It’s nothing. My skin is just too delicate.” Then she rushed to the bathroom. I followed her without her noticing. I know that sounds bad, but something felt off. I watched her pull out a small bottle from her bag and apply it to her face....

I planted mint in my backyard garden because someone online said it was an “easy-to-grow garden herb” That was three years ago At first it was just a small patch near the fence. It smelled nice and I felt like a responsible adult who understands gardening products and plants Then it starteеd spreading. Slowly at first. A little here, a little there Now the mint has taken over half the yard. The tomatoes are gone. The flowers are gone. Even the weeds somehow lost the fight Yesterday I pulled some of it out and this morning there was somehow moоre If tomorrow it starts paying taxes, I won’t even be surprised

I (45F), and my husband (47M) have a daughter named Andrina. Ever since she was a kid, she dreamed of having the perfect marriage, since me and husband told her of how we first met (we met in college). When she got to high school she met this guy, Zain. She brought him home, and since both of our families knew each other and this guy was really nice to Andrina we approved of him. I remember whenever she came him from school she couldn’t stop talking about him to her sister and brother. I warned her that she should not let this marriage narrative take over her life and she should focus on her studies. She listened and got straight As, or so I thought. Andrina had straight As and she and Zain got into one of the most elite private schools in the Bay Area, and we were so proud of her. Everything was perfect until one day when we got a call from the school to come immediately as there had been an incident. We were shocked to find out that Andrina got suspended for aggressively bullying h...