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I sent my ex to the shop once... safe to say never again 😏 Told my ex to grab a few simple things from the shop, as anyone would. all I wanted was bread, milk, and the pink chocolate I love most. I eat it like 3 times a week so im thinking he knows by now.... think again Ten minutes later, he’s texting me like he’s lost in the wilderness ffs He's like They’ve got brown bread and seeded… which one’s normal kind of brown is it and is it The pink wrapper or pink chocolate. or was it pink wafer? He came back with brown buns, batteries, a candle, and the wrong milk. said its not his job anymore That was the moment I realised I didn’t need a man who can’t even survive Tesco unsupervised 😌

This happened years ago, but something just made me remember this and I figured I'd share this little story. Our office had a layout where most of it was just a hallway with 2-desk rooms along the way. My manager was sharing a room with the newest hire. I was walking down the hallway to tell her something, and stood in the doorway as we were talking. I'm a pretty animated guy and had high anxiety at the time, so I would make a lot of gestures when excited about something. In the middle of our conversation, the new coworker needed to walk back in. Problem: she came up behind me, so I didn't see her approaching. Then, instead of asking me to move over, she decided to squeeze in behind my back. I was standing in a way where one half of my body was in the room and the other half in the hallway, sort of perpendicular to the doorway. She also decided to squeeze by with her back facing my back. So as I'm waving my arms around telling my manager something... I move my arm down...

I was living in a small rental house with Daphne, who was my girlfriend at the time (current wife). Since I cooked at home frequently, I was very aware of what was being bought and used in the house. I would open a stick of butter, place it on the counter on a butter plate, and return hours later to find it gone. In fact, I would find that 8 or 9+ sticks of butter were being used per week. This observation led me to think, “Man, she really eats a lot of butter.” I was also annoyed because she would always leave the top of the butter jar open. It was one of those lids that slid up and back clockwise. One day, I finally broached the subject. She then admitted that she believed I was consuming an excessive amount of butter and hesitated to address it directly. Now, I’m skeptical of the situation and can’t help but wonder what’s going on. Two days after our conversation, I decided to step outside onto the patio to have a beer. As I glanced back into my house, I noticed my dog on her hind ...

It was the last hour of my shift, the quiet stretch where you start to let your guard down. The calls usually calm down by then. Maybe a noise complaint, maybe a drunk asleep in his car. Nothing that sticks with you. Dispatch came through, voice crackling with static. “Possible child in distress” they said. Anonymous caller. Crying heard inside a home believed to be vacant. I remember the way my stomach sank. Not from fear, but exhaustion. Halloween night always meant prank calls, fake screams, some idiot hiding behind a bush trying to film reactions for the internet. But the dispatcher’s tone changed mid sentence. “Caller said it sounds… muffled. Like someone’s trying to keep the kid quiet.” That sentence killed my hesitation. I threw on my lights and headed out. When I arrived on scene, I radioed over to dispatch. “Dispatch, show me off at the location of the child in distress. I’ll keep you advised.” The house was completely dark. As I walked up the front path, I could hear faint l...

Us friends had a get together after ages, a sleepover. Bored, and out of things to talk about we stole a bottle from the kitchen counter and spinned it around a few rounds. Landed on him. He said truth, my best friend, also the girl who ships me and this guy the most HAD to ask, "Do you like ___?" Everyone expected him to evade the question, change the topic, because that's the kind of guy he is, never finding trouble for himself. Instead he replied "Yes.", shocking every single person in the room, including me. I never had any feelings for him before, but, after his confession I am looking at him in a different light. And I'm liking it.

I was a regular at a small local cafe for years, always getting the same order. One day, the owner handed me a stamped loyalty card and said, "This is your lifetime card. Just show this, and your black coffee is on the house." I was ecstatic. I put the card in my wallet for safekeeping. Later that day, I bought a new wallet and transferred everything over. You can guess where this is going. I threw the old wallet away. I realized my mistake an hour later, raced back to the trash, but it was already gone. I was too embarrassed to ever tell the owner. I still go there, and he sometimes asks, "Hey, where's your special card?" I just say, "Oh, I must have forgotten it at home."

“This book sucks!” My younger sister hurls―quite literally hurls―a copy of Wuthering Heights across the kitchen at the opposite wall. It lands with its pages splayed. “*Frankie*,” I scold. I’ve tried to teach my sister to control her temper, but she’s been bombastic since our parents disappeared two years ago. Ever since then I've done my best to take care of her. Sort of a Lilo and Stitch situation. Minus Hawaii. “*What*?” she asks. “It sucked. There was no plot twist!”  “We don’t treat books like that.” “I thought it was going to be like Jane Eyre with some sort of a surprise ending. This one was all boring though.” “There’s not always a twist.” I pick the book off the floor and flip through the pages to make sure none of them are torn. “Hang on, where did you get this?” “Ms. Gina.” Frankie shrugs. *Our next-door neighbor.* “She’s been letting me go over after school and borrow some of her old books.” I flip to the front page out of curiosity. “There’s a signature… *Bronte.* Wai...

My mother died two months ago. It wasn't a tragedy in the sudden, shocking sense. It was a long, slow, quiet fading. Cancer. We had years to prepare, but you’re never really prepared. The last week was spent in a sterile, beige-colored hospice room that smelled of bleach and quiet finality. I sat by her bed, holding her thin, papery hand, just watching her breathe. She was at peace with it. That was the strangest, most difficult part. While I was a tangled, screaming knot of grief and anticipatory loss, she was serene. On her last day, when her breathing was shallow and her voice was a dry, rustling whisper, she pulled me close. Her eyes, which had been cloudy and distant, were suddenly crystal clear. “Don’t be sad, my love,” she whispered, a faint, tired smile on her lips. “I’m not afraid. I’ve never been afraid. He’s always been with me.” “Who, Mom?” I asked, my voice thick with tears. “My guardian,” she said, her gaze shifting to a point just over my shoulder. “My protector. He...

So yeah… I don’t really know how to process this and I need to say it somewhere anonymously. I’m 32M and a couple months ago I was supervising a 21F intern. We got along really well from the start she’s smart, funny, hardworking, and honestly a lot more mature than I expected. Over time we got closer. We grabbed coffee after work, texted outside office hours, and there was some harmless flirting that just felt natural, not forced. Her internship recently ended, and she’s no longer working at my company. Yesterday we ended up sleeping together. It was completely consensual she was comfortable, happy, and I’m not going to lie, it was amazing for both of us. There was no awkwardness in the moment and everything felt right. But today I woke up with this weird guilt sitting in my head. I don’t know if it’s the age gap, the ex-professional boundary, or if I’m just overthinking. She’s an adult, she knew what she wanted, I didn’t manipulate her, and she wasn’t under my authority anymore when...

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...