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A few years ago I had a coworker who started showing up to work clearly drunk. His speech was slurred, he smelled like alcohol and sometimes he even fell asleep at his desk. I liked the guy but it got to the point where it was affecting the whole team. After weeks of debating it I finally reported him to management. They fired him the next day. I felt awful but also thought it was the right thing to do. We work with sensitive data and it just wasn’t safe or professional. Months later I ran into someone who used to be close to him. They told me he’d been struggling a lot since then and he ended up losing his apartment after getting fired. I’ve carried that with me ever since. I don’t think I did anything wrong but it still doesn’t feel good to know that my actions played a part in making someone’s life worse even if it wasn’t intentional. Last night I was playing on my pc to unwind and it hit me again how easily we can end up as the bad guy in someone else’s story while just trying to ...

He wanted to take me to the local pop-up market to buy himself some locally-made honey. We were supposed to meet at 1pm, but I was running super late and didn’t show until close to 1:30 because I had to run back to my apartment to fix my hair that had just gotten frizzy from the humidity outside😭. Meanwhile, the market was scheduled to close at 1:30😭. While we managed to find a honey vendor at the last minute, we ultimately had to go to a different pop-up market to browse around like we really wanted to. This was fully on me and I profusely apologized. He was very gracious. When we arrived at the second market, the honey vendor had loads of bees just causally hanging out around her station - dipping themselves in and out of her jars of honey. I am not a nature person at all, so this freaked me out pretty bad. But I tried to play it cool bc mama didn’t raise no punk😤. My date asked if I wanted to sample any of the honey, and I (regrettably) said yes. I apparently didn’t eat the hone...

I got home today after running errands all day and took my dog out to the bathroom. I was exhausted and decided to walk across the street to grab a donut because honestly I earned it. The crosswalk timer still had time, so I start walking. Out of nowhere, a white car turning right on red hits me. I literally land on the hood. My dog’s fine (hero of the story), I’m fine, but by the time I pick up my dog and look back, the car is gone. I still go get my donut because at that point, the universe owed me one. As I’m leaving the parking lot, a lady pulls up next to me and asks if I’m single. I’m not, I’m in a relationship, with a man. Politely decline, donut in hand, dignity somewhere under that car’s tire, and go to play video games. Did not tell my SO because I’m technically not supposed to be eating donuts. Lived a full life in 10 minutes. TL;DR: Crossed the street for a donut, got hit by a car, still got my donut, got hit on, lied by omission to my SO, went home to play video games.

I've been homeless for 13 months now. I've slept in the park, in a library, on the train, and just once on someone's couch. I survive off minimal government assistance and here-and-there odd jobs. No one realizes I'm homeless until I actually spell it out for them. When I meet people and I feel like they're trustworthy, I let them know. It's usually a mutually beneficial relationship; I'm a talkative person with lots in my past, and people help me out with favors or gifts. But it gets annoying. I can't hold down a full time job. Everything I need to survive I am lugging in a 40lb backpack. Keeping clean and neat looking means that i rely on opening hours of public faclities (library/parks bathrooms) to wipe myself clean and charge my phone/battery bank. Well, those are the same hours that a regular job would normally be. I may have a shot at a change, a guy I know works in a small 24/7 supermarket and might get me an overnight shift working there. Minim...

I am not just saying this because she is mine, but my cat is unbelievably cute. Cookie Dough, that is her name. She has a perfectly round little face, huge eyes, and a soft round body that makes her look like a toy. Everyone who meets her falls in love. Cookie Dough loves being outside. I have tried everything to make her happy indoors. She has climbing trees, toys, and laser pointers. I spend a lot of time playing with her, but no matter what I do, she sits by the door for hours begging to go out. After a while, I gave in. I started taking her out on a leash. She would roll on the concrete and nibble on the grass, completely content. After a few minutes, I would bring her back inside. She is very good about it too. Once we come in, she does not ask to go out again for the rest of the day until the next morning. I also noticed she is much happier on the days I let her outside compared to when I don’t. She has her rabies shot, and I give her flea treatment that I buy from the vet. Even...

I (M55) have four kids from three different women and have been married twice. When I was 21 I was dating a women who was desperate to leave her dysfunctional home. She was 18. About 6mo into the relationship she stopped taking the pill without telling me and ended up pregnant. I was kind of a fuck up at the time with no career and hadn’t done anything but a couple of semesters of community college. I didn’t want the kid but when she said she wanted to keep it I tried to step up. The kid was born and we moved in and tried to make a go of it but I aspired to go to school and get serious about following my career dreams. She was having none of it. Our kid was slightly special needs with a not too severe learning disability. She wanted me to just start providing which I was in no way at a place where I could. So it didn’t last. She ended up getting full custody with me getting every other weekend and I had to pay her $450 a month in child support which was more than half of what I made...

Hello everyone, I’m not sure how to explain what’s happening to me, but I’ll try. It started a few months ago, the day my Grandpa died. I’d been to enough funerals to know the rhythm—black clothes, hollow condolences, that heavy air of finality. It was all too familiar. That day, I learned Grandpa left me his house, but he left me something else, too. A plain white envelope with just two words scribbled on the front: Read Carefully. Inside was a note that would change my life. It read: To My Grandson, Nathan — If you're reading this, it means I’ve failed and that I’m no longer here to see you become the man I always hoped you would be. There’s something that you need to know about our family. Something that I’ve kept from you your whole life to protect you. You’ve inherited more than just a house; you’ve inherited a family secret. There’s a door upstairs in the attic that sits in the middle of the room. You haven’t seen it yet, but you will. It’s a door that chooses to show itsel...

After the long process of a double mastectomy, I finally got my permanent breast implants in, and was very happy with them. As a bonus, I discovered that since they were put directly on top of my chest muscles, I could do a neat trick! I can “twerk” my breasts one at a time or together, making them dance quite vigorously! I went for my checkup and said, Hey Doc, look what I can do now…and showed off their bouncy dancing skills. He literally dropped his chart and bent over laughing until tears came into his eyes. He said I was the first patient to do that to him, and he couldn’t stop laughing the rest of the visit.  I encourage other patients of this type of surgery to try it, it’s quite fun and entertaining. Edit: thanks for the kind comments and award, guess I can say I won an award for bouncing my boobies now. Note: for those who say video or it didn't happen, I get it, but I'm not going to post my boobs all over the internet!

For context I was like 22 at the time and he was 16. We met over at discord and did alot of NSFW stuff I'm talking sending porn to one another, nudes and sexting. I found out about his real age through his twin brother's profile on twitter I stumbled across his page and he mentioned his real age in his bio. I felt truly ashamed and disgusted at myself for what I've done and confronted him immediately. All he did was get upset at me and trivialised his disgusting actions saying it wasn't a big deal, he was a pathological liar, he lied about his height, his age, his profession (being a pilot). I was completely Appalled and Distraught and felt like a pedo. Anyways I immediately cut things off with him in 2024 but I still think about this incident quite often if not daily in a way i feel traumatised. It made me also wonder how often is it do minors get away with lying about their age just to get with adults.

So, a little background: I was invited to a destination wedding by a couple I used to be close with. Everything was fine- flights booked, hotel paid for, vacation days approved. I spent months planning this trip, easily over $5,000 all in. Fast-forward to two weeks before the wedding. I get a call from a travel agent saying my reservation is being “adjusted” because the bride and groom wanted to “reassign” my room to one of their relatives. I thought it was a joke but it wasn’t. Apparently, they didn’t expect me to actually attend after a mild disagreement we’d had months ago (something about her bachelorette plans- long story). Instead of just being honest, they tried to cancel my reservation through the group booking to make me “drop out quietly.” The agent went full ghost mode when I started asking for written confirmation. Calls ignored, emails unanswered. That’s when I called the hotel myself, and bless that woman at the front desk. She found my booking, confirmed it was fully pa...

Last night my upstairs neighbor said she was having a small birthday get-together. I didn’t mind at first I’ve been nice to her before and figured it wouldn’t be a big deal. By around 10 PM it was insane. Music blasting, people shouting, doors slamming, and someone even dropped a bottle in the hallway. I texted her twice asking nicely to turn it down, but she read the messages and ignored me. At 1 AM I finally called the cops for a noise complaint. They showed up, and the place went silent in seconds. The next morning she told me I “ruined her night” and that I should’ve just let her celebrate once a year. Now a couple of neighbors are giving me looks like I’m the bad guy. I honestly didn’t want to call anyone, but it felt like they left me no choice.

While my Uber driver and I were waiting at a red light, we noticed a homeless man walking from car to car with a sign that said "too ugly to prostitute, no money for food, please help." I gave the Uber driver my lunch and asked him to please give it to the homeless man, who was now approaching the Uber driver. The Uber driver rolled down his window, handed the homeless man my lunch, and said the following in a very thick Jamaican accent: Uber driver: *My young brodah, you are not ugly. You are beautiful. You remind me of my son. He is very handsome. Like his fadah. Da girls and da gays love my boy. I'm sure his balls are always empty. You are not ugly. Do you understand? You are lying. God bless. Goodbye now.* Lol I think he had more to say, but the light turned green mid monologue.

Admitted in my vows, actually, in front of all of our guests. For me, it was love at first sight for my (now) husband. Not so much for him. I was his little sisters friend, strapped with braces and constant tween giggling. He was the older, much much hotter, couldn’t-care-less older brother just down the hall. I obviously had no shot. Later, we met again through mutual friends, now both of age, no headgear. I was just as star struck, he was still just as cute, and this time I actually had a chance - I wasn’t going to blow it. I invited him to crash at my place after a friends birthday party and…. I had staged the place. I had casually left out a T-shirt of his favorite football team. You know, just tossed on the back of a chair. Oops! How did that get there? I left a CD of his favorite band on my nightstand, because obviously, that’s what any casual fan does. I love them too, duh! I had his favorite beer in the fridge. Yep, I 100000% drink this beer too. It doesn’t taste like piss wa...

I once was just scrolling on a subreddit. I won't say which one it was for privacy reasons but I was scrolling on a subreddit and I posted something asking if there were people in my area and I when did that somebody privately texted me was like "hey yeah kind of I know I'm around you like we should just talk" kind of thing so we were talking for a bit and after a while we didn't talk for a while. Anyway, fast forwad maybe a month. I went to a convention and met up with a group there I didn't know them at all but I went to the convention and met these people and later got their numbers just because they're all interested in the same things. We had fun talking and bear in mind there was a lot of people this convention. Anyway, I later on a call I was on with a group of four of them i asked them if they've got any social medias and one of them is like "oh yeah no I have reddit" so I was like "oh my gosh you should send me your realize any...

My girlfriend and I met 5 years ago. I was fresh out of college, well on my way to becoming an engineer. She walked into my life right at the perfect time. She completed me, brought love into my life, showed me the touch of a woman. After about a year or so of dating, I asked her to move in with me. Those next 4 years were the happiest I had ever been. I was respected in my field, I was making more money than I could count, and I had moved she and I into a beautiful home, right off the coast of California. We had began thinking about children. *I* could only think about the ring I wanted to put on her finger. I went to every jeweler in town, searching for the perfect ring for my soon-to-be bride. I knew, I could feel it in my bones, when I finally found the perfect ring. 3 carats. I knew it was the right one because of the way it sparkled in the light. It’s gleam matches hers. 100 percent. I purchased the ring without a second thought. I kept it hidden for a few weeks. I planned to gi...

This happened a few months ago, but it’s still kind of stuck in my head.I have read a few stories on reddit just never thought it would happened with me so. I (28M) was dating this girl for almost two years. We had our ups and downs, like every couple, but I honestly thought things were fine. We were talking about moving in together, planning trips, all that serious stuff.Then, out of nowhere, she started acting distant. Fewer texts, short replies, random excuses to not meet. I kept asking if everything was okay, and she’d say she was just “busy” or “tired.” I believed her. Or at least I wanted to. One Friday night, she told me she was going out with her college friends for dinner. I said “cool” and stayed home. But something just didn’t feel right. She didn’t sound excited the way she usually did when going out with her friends.Anyway, I decided to go out myself to grab coffee and clear my head. There’s this new rooftop cafe in the city, and I figured why not check it out. I walked u...

Sorry all, but this guy is a scam. Here are all his posts that he’s deleted since. I don’t normally like to expose people but as so many people are invested in this nonsense and his sick humor (myself included), I wanted to share these. If I’m wrong, then so be it. He could have easily just wrote that it was a Fiction. But of course, he wouldn’t get all the clicks. 1) Pretending to be a kid where his mom does a nude scene https://www.reddit.com/r/stories/comments/1nidftv/my_moms_doing_an_explicit_movie_scene_and_im/ 2) pretending that his mom is a high end escort. https://www.reddit.com/r/stories/comments/1mzo0d6/my_mom_is_a_high_end_escort/ 3) His “Girlfriend” told her that she’s being haunted by his brother. This was 15 days ago. So I guess 3 kids and being happily married is a joke. https://www.reddit.com/r/Paranormal/comments/1nm0rq1/my_gf_told_me_she_is_being_haunted_by_my_brother/ 4) his 18 year old brother was in love with his girlfriend. (2 weeks ago) https://www.reddit.com/r/...

I’m 44 and my wife is 44. She works on an art advisory committee, so attending galas, events, and client meetings is part of her job. She often meets clients for coffee, lunch, or dinner, and I don’t always know the details and that’s completely normal because it’s part of her work. She’s always professional, transparent about her friendships, and I trust her judgment completely. Recently, she mentioned she’s going to a gala with a friend, S. He’s a wealthy client she met about a year ago, and they became friends professionally. She introduced me to him once, and he seems like a genuinely good person. He invited her as his “date” to this gala, and my wife said it’s fine. I did ask her though, if she’s actually going as a “date,” and she just laughed and said, “Date doesn’t always mean romantic.” She said it’s important for her she could get networking and meet new people. Then she smiled and said, “If I get into this gala next time, I won’t need to take that man with me, I’ll take you...

11 years ago, I landed in the exact same classes with this one girl. I found her cute, she was smart and “cool” at that time. She was really good friends with my sister, who is also my twin. She brought her to our house many times, I had my interactions with her, and there was a time where every week we three used to hang out. 3 months into being in the same classes, we got closer and closer every day until becoming “officially” BEST FRIENDS. We both were 14 at the time. My sister eventually got a bit less close to her, but we both were still good friends. We never had a dating thing between us, both of us wanted nothing more than friendship from each other (foreshadowing: or so I thought). High school went by, and our bond got closer. Practically, we were shipped by everyone for like 3 and a half years, continuously. We didn’t mind it though. We both started uni and ended up in the same one by fate. We decided we could be roommates, so we needed our parents’ approval. We both eventua...

I was dating this guy last year, and in the beginning, it felt like everything was falling into place. He was attentive, funny, and made me feel cared for. We went on thoughtful dates, he’d text me good morning, and he really seemed to be putting in effort. After about a month, I felt comfortable enough to invite him over and spend the night. The next morning, though, his whole energy shifted. It’s hard to describe, but it felt like he had crossed some “finish line” in his mind. He stopped being curious about me. Instead of asking about my day, he made comments like, “You really like being in control, don’t you? With your little apartment and your organized life.” At first I thought he was joking, but the tone was different. More smug than playful. Over the next few weeks, it became even clearer. He didn’t plan dates anymore- he just expected to come over. He acted less invested, like intimacy meant he no longer had to try. And sometimes, he’d say things that felt intentionally dimini...

I used to live in Washington state. There is a pizza place called westside. I lived with my girlfriend at the time. We order pizza one night. I was wearing a tshirt and pajama pants. Well I wasn’t wearing underwear. Pizza girl gets there. I answer door she. Was acting really weird. I take pizza and come in. I turn around and my gf said. BABEEEEE. Yeah my wiener came out of the hole in the pajama pants.. end of story.