Bimql chhetry.

I don’t know how I didn’t see it sooner, but the way I found out still makes my stomach twist. My boyfriend and I weren’t living together officially, but he stayed over constantly. He had a key, clothes in my drawer, the whole thing. I paid most of the rent, utilities, everything, so honestly, it felt like my place that he just happened to stay at. About a month ago, I started noticing little things that didn’t add up. My comforter looked like someone had been lying on it. My perfume bottle kept moving. A hair tie I didn’t recognize was under my bed. I asked my roommate once if she noticed anything weird and she brushed it off SO quickly it felt unnatural. I didn’t think cheating yet… but I definitely felt like something was off. Then the actual discovery happened. My shift at work got cut early, so I came home around 2 PM instead of 6. I walked into the apartment and instantly felt that someone was here. You know that feeling when the air changes? I can’t describe it, but I knew. I ...

This is an update post, but you can find the original post here https://www.reddit.com/r/Advice/s/EVRPrtZw3N So this was already posted in a diff sub, but it was removed by mods, so I am posting it here. A Some of you asked for an update, so yeah… I(25M) took everyone’s advice and just sent her(21F) a simple text : “Hey, everything’s totally fine from my side, no weirdness at all. Can we talk for a minute whenever you’re free?” Five minutes later → knock on my door. She looked super nervous, immediately started apologizing for “basically throwing herself at me while hammered.” I just laughed a little and told her it really wasn’t a big deal, that I only stopped it because she was way too drunk and I didn’t want things to be messy and wanted neither of us to regret it later. Then I took a deep breath and said I actually really like her and have for months. She went quiet for like 3–4 seconds, got this huge smile, said “wait… really?” and then basically launched at me for the longest hu...

After three long years of telling myself my relationship with my ex-fiancée was fine, it was finally coming to an end. I was only in my 20s at the time, but I swear that relationship aged me. I thought I could fix her, carry her, save her — even if it meant swallowing the verbal and emotional abuse she hurled at me like it was my duty to endure it. Things were stuck in this strange limbo. She said she wanted to “work things out,” and yet one afternoon, while I was at work, she showed up under the guise of grabbing a few things. Instead, she hauled every last piece of her life out of my apartment — right down to the damn bed. All she left behind was a ragged old chair and a quiet kind of humiliation. Thankfully, she didn’t touch anything that was truly mine. A week later, I was visiting my alma mater when she finally officially ended it. And she didn’t even call. She broke off a three-year relationship over text — and somehow still had the irony to call me a coward for not ending it fi...

I don't think I'll ever recover from this. My soul has left my body and is currently applying for jobs in another dimension. For context, I (25M) have been at this new job for about three months. My boss, Mark (50s, very serious, ex-military), is a great guy but incredibly formal and intimidating. I'm still in the "desperately want to impress him" phase. So, we're on this end-of-day Teams call. There are about ten of us. The call is wrapping up, and my dog, a giant, lovable Golden Retriever named Bear, starts whining by the door. He needs to go out, and he's getting impatient. I'm trying to be professional, so I mute my mic and whisper to him, "Okay, okay, hold on, daddy's almost done." Or at least I thought I was muted. In reality, I had just UNMUTED myself to say "Thanks everyone, have a good evening." The second I finished that sentence, my voice, now in a sickeningly sweet baby-talk tone, rang out crystal clear across the e...

In July 2020, I took a solo road trip to a small Texas beach town, nearly 400 miles from home. Having made good time, I checked into the hotel and headed straight for the lobby bar. I met a young couple from out of town who had been there for a few days. Our conversation started because the guy had a massive wrap on his hand. It was the week after the Fourth of July. "Please tell me you didn’t blow up your hand with fireworks." He replied. "*That’s exactly what happened.*" We exchanged contacts, planning to meet up later at another beach bar, but it never happened. I had dinner nearby then took an Uber to a spot recommended by my waitress, and didn't get back to the hotel until 4:00AM. The next day, I spent a casual hour on the beach, grabbed a late brunch, and decided to take it easy since I planned to leave the following day. I watched the sunset, grabbed some takeout, and was back in my room and in bed by 9:00PM. A loud banging on my door woke me up around m...

Came back from Walmart. Walking to the bus stop. Made it to the bus stop. Chilling. This light-skin guy is walking past me. He stares at me hard while passing me by. I lock eyes with him. His eyes are wide open. He doesn't blink. You can tell a lot about a person's mental state by looking in their eyes. This didn't look like a meth induced wide-eyed stare. More like a psychosis. Schizophrenia, maybe. He walks to the other side of the bus stop. I don't think much of it, but something tells me to keep my eye on him. He's mostly out of sight, not paying attention to me. I chill out and chalk it up as someone who lacks, or doesn't care about, social norms (which ironically is the norm here). Bus is late cuz of high traffic. I decide to walk home with my groceries. There's a 10 min gap between bus stops where there are no people and very little light, besides the cars that were driving by. While I am walking away from the bus stop, something tells me to check be...

I was sitting in a dentist’s waiting room around 3pm last Tuesday, trying to ignore that stupid citrus scented hand sanitizer they keep by the check-in desk because it makes me nauseous. This older guy, maybe mid-60s, sat two chairs away from me and he kept fiddling with one of those tiny paper cups they give you. He didn’t look nervous, more like someone who was just bored of being alive. His phone rings. Loud ringtone, like old-man loud. He answers without even saying hello, just: “I told you I’m retiring. I don’t care if the board thinks I’m bluffing.” I pretended not to listen, but the receptionist was out of sight so there was no buzzing or printer noise to drown him out. Whoever was on the line must’ve been arguing because he laughed once, real dry, and said, “Buddy, they’re still keeping the software I wrote in ‘92 running. You think they’re firing me? They’re terrified I’ll actually leave.” Then he paused and said, quieter this time, “I’m tired. I don’t want to die in that bui...

I(straight) have known my girlfriend for 4 years-yesterday she came out to me as pan. It was very abrupt-we were chatting on discord then she just suddenly said, “I’m pan.” We talked about it for a bit, I asked her what pronouns I should use, if she was actually serious (I was in disbelief at first), that kind of stuff. Then I asked if anyone else knew-she said this: “no, not even my sister.” That didn’t help-I just became even more shocked. Why would she tell me that before her own family? Then something clicked in my mind: That’s how much she trusted me. She trusted me so much that she came out to me before coming out to her own family-that level of trust is definitely unexpected. I’m still in disbelief now, but at least it had a happy ending. Edit: I successfully trolled her, I said “I’m lgbtq+ as well, thought I’d tell you since you told me-I’m cisgender.” She didn’t know what cisgender meant but then I told her it pretty much just meant straight! 🤣🤣 Edit 2: to all those people ...

I don't know how this happened, but I was in the vegetable section today, with my wife, and we were looking for Ambrosia Apples. I found them first and gave her a shout, "I got 'em here!" I was loud enough to be rude to the twenty-something couple who were standing in front of me, filling their bag with Ambrosias too! I should have said I was sorry, but instead, I asked, "Have you tried these? They're the bomb!" And the woman exclaimed, "They're very good!" I continued, "I cut off the tops, scoop out the insides, and stuff them with granola and honey, then I bake them." The woman asked, "But you eat them raw too, don't you? My wife had joined us by then and she piped in, "O - Def - every morning!" I faced the woman and said, "Not me, I don't eat raw apples" And she said, "Why not?" I reached up, flicked my thumbnail to my teeth with a click and said, "I've got aluminum teeth! I...

I’m a 22M and my sister is 19F. Growing up we were classic siblings, fighting over stupid things, scratching each other’s arms, then five minutes later playing Mario or stealing snacks together. She was my friend, my partner in chaos, the annoying little sister who also somehow made life fun. But somewhere in our teenage years, I drifted away from her. I got my own friends, my own world, and I stopped making space for her in it. I didn’t hate her or anything… she was just “the girl in the house” in my mind. We barely talked except during dinner. And honestly, that distance It was mostly my fault. She still tried. She’d buy me clothes sometimes. She’d start random conversations. She’d be excited to wish me happy birthday at 9AM while I sometimes forgot hers until late evening. I wasn’t rude, but I wasn’t a good brother either. Just… indifferent. Then I moved away for university, and the distance grew even more. Weeks, sometimes months without talking. Looking back, I don’t know what I ...

I never thought I’d write something like this, but I also never thought my own mother would become the villain in my life. A few months ago, my husband and I had our first child, our daughter. She’s perfect. The kind of baby that makes all the sleepless nights feel like background noise. My mom was ecstatic at first. She cried when she held the baby in the hospital and promised she would “always protect her.” I believed her. I had no reason not to. Fast-forward to when the baby was about six weeks old. I was exhausted, my husband was back at work, and my mom offered to stay a few nights to help. I thought it would be a blessing. Instead, it shattered everything I thought I knew about her. The first sign that something was wrong happened late one night. I heard the baby fussing and assumed my mom would get her because she insisted I sleep. But the cries didn’t sound right they were strained, almost muffled. Instinct made me get up. When I walked into the nursery, my mom was leaning ove...

I had a friend in high school who was a pathological liar, and he once told an incredible lie that still sticks with me to this day. So I'm going to tell the story as he told it. He claims that when he was 12, he took a test to get into a gifted youth physics program hosted over the summer at Columbia University, funded by Neil Degrasse Tyson. Because he got a 100% on the test, he got a full scholarship. During the program, he learned PhD level physics, and wrote an essay on the collision between the Milky Way and Andromeda galaxies. At the end of the summer he was given a certificate that allowed him to own small amounts of low grade uranium for personal use. I first found out about this when he texted me asking if I had a centrifuge, or some sort of machine that could deplete uranium. I said of course not, why? And he said he had uranium in his basement that he needed to get rid of. As mentioned, he was a pathological liar and this was not the only lie he told, it was just the m...

I was on the bus this morning and the driver was already a little behind schedule. Right as he was about to pull away, he noticed an elderly woman slowly making her way toward the stop. Instead of leaving, he waited. Not just a few seconds he waited a full five minutes. Other passengers started grumbling under their breath. You could feel that quiet irritation people get when their routine is disrupted by anything unexpected. But the driver just said “that’s somebody’s grandma. We can wait.” The woman finally got on board, thanked him and he told her to take her time finding a seat. And the whole vibe of the bus shifted for a moment. You don’t see that kind of patience very often anymore. It really made me realize how often we treat schedules and efficiency as if they’re more important than actual people. That driver chose kindness over the clock and it genuinely mattered.

Yesterday I took my dog, Rudy, to the park so he could touch grass and I could pretend my life is on track. Rudy is tiny, fluffy, and walks like he’s the regional manager of the entire park. Meanwhile I’m behind him looking like the exhausted intern who didn’t read the meeting brief. We’re doing our usual patrol when Rudy spots a woman with another dog. And out of nowhere, Rudy sprints toward her with the energy of someone who just got approved for a huge loan. He throws himself onto her shoes like she’s the CEO of Treats Incorporated. She laughs. She kneels. She says, “He’s adorable!” And this is the moment my brain my allegedly functional, educated brain decides to run a glitchy software update. I say: “Thanks, you too.” You. Too. I basically called a stranger an adorable dog. In public. In broad daylight. With witnesses. The whole world pauses. The wind cuts out. Even Rudy freezes like, “Bro… this is embarrassing for both of us.” I try to recover with damage control that only makes...

When you can suggest for something to happen when you order food I asked if the delivery driver could say something about Warhammer. Later I hear a loud pounding at my door and the delivery driver shouted "In The Name Of The EMPEROR, OPEN THE DOOR!" When I opened the door, we both could not stop laughing and before he left, the last thing he said was "Blood for the Blood God and Skulls for the Skull Throne." And walked away. Best experience ever

Last July, my friend Luca and I went to the beach with the simplest plan ever: tan a little, swim a little, eat something overpriced, go home. Absolutely nothing ambitious. Of course, the universe loves chaos, so that plan lasted about thirty seconds. We put our towels down right next to this giant family setup. I’m talking full beach invasion mode: umbrellas, chairs, coolers, floaties, sand toys, buckets, snacks, sunscreen, and probably a backup generator somewhere. The dad was building a sandcastle like he was defending medieval Europe, the mom was running a one-woman sunscreen department, and the kids had the energy of three golden retrievers on espresso shots. Luca leaves to grab us drinks and two minutes later everything goes off the rails. The tiniest kid, this little girl with floaties bigger than her whole body, starts toddling straight toward the water like she’s on a mission from God. The dad is too busy reinforcing his sandcastle battlements, the mom is arguing with the mid...

So I work with this woman let’s call her Mindy. Mindy is rude, sometimes funny, brings muffins to the break room… and also has one VERY unfortunate habit: She picks at her privates at work. Not subtle. Not accidental. Like full “deep in thought, staring at her computer, hand wandering south like it’s clocking in too.” The first time I saw it, I genuinely thought she dropped something. Nope. That was not an object retrieval mission. And it’s always at the MOST chaotic times. Team meeting? She’s picking. Phone call with a client? Picking. Standing next to the printer? Picking like she’s digging for buried treasure. The worst part? She makes EYE CONTACT while doing it. Like girl please, I can’t survive that kind of trauma at 9 AM. The rest of us are a silent pack. We just avoid her desk like it’s a contaminated zone

A few summers ago, my friend Federico texted me saying his family was having a casual BBQ at the park near the lake. I was tired from work but thought, hey, coke, sun, burgers why not? I arrive, and immediately I’m greeted by music, laughter, and the smell of grilled meat. People are tossing frisbees, kids are running around with popsicles, and a golden retriever is chasing its own tail. Someone waves at me and hands me a coke, saying, “Glad you made it, buddy!” I take it, thinking, wow, Federico's family really knows how to treat friends. I start helping flip burgers on the grill, chatting with a man who keeps giving me tips like I’ve done this a hundred times before. An older lady keeps calling me “sweetheart” and asking me about my job. I’m nodding, laughing, and trying to look like I belong everything feels super normal. I even help set up some chairs and hand out napkins. After like 20 minutes, a little girl hands me a plate of food and says, “You’re my favorite new uncle!” I...

Last summer my best friend and I went on a short trip to the coast. It was one of those spontaneous “we need to escape our lives” weekends. We rented this tiny Airbnb, and on the second night we decided to explore the town square it looked alive, music playing, people dancing, lights everywhere. We thought, wow, what a vibe, and decided to blend in. No phones, no maps, just two chill travelers living the moment. Everyone was super friendly, and there was a big buffet table full of food. We figured it was some kind of town festival. So we grab some plates, eat, dance a bit my friend even does a little spin move with a random auntie. Everyone’s smiling, clapping, offering us drinks. We were living our best lives. Then this older guy walks up and says, “You’re friends of the bride or the groom?” My friend goes confidently, “Both!” The man nods slowly and points to the stage. “Then you should be up there they’re taking photos.” That’s when we realized we’d crashed an actual wedding. The b...

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Eight years ago I was working a customer service job that already had me burned out but one day my boss screamed at me in front of customers over something that wasn’t even my fault. Something in me just snapped. I took off my apron handed it to him and said “I’m done” Then I walked straight out the door and never looked back. Didn’t even go back for my final paycheck. It sounds impulsive but it was one of the most freeing empowering things I’ve ever done. Up until that moment I thought I had to just take it and that quitting mid shift was “unprofessional” But honestly that day taught me there’s a line between being dedicated and being disrespected. I was playing apex earlier and thought about how that single decision changed my whole mindset about self worth. It’s wild how one moment of courage can stick with you for nearly a decade. Still one of the best choices I’ve ever made.

So I was recently reminiscing with friends about dumb highschool relationships and all the silly drama that comes from them, and I felt like sharing one of the funniest experiences I'd ever had that could also serve as a life lesson. When I was in 10th grade, I started dating this girl Sarah. It was as meaningless as a juvenile relationship could get, we had nothing in common besides just wanting to be in a relationship. We dated up until the end of 11th grade, when I simply just couldn't deal with it anymore. I'll spare you all the details but the only thing worth mentioning is that jealousy was her biggest trait. She was jealous of everybody, and wanted everybody to be jealous of her. Needless to say.. that was one of the reasons I wanted to end it with her. I had enough shit going on at home and simply didn't have time for it anymore. It went about as well as you'd expect, she was screaming crying and going thru all the stages of grief over it with me. We had li...

For context- my fiance accidentally sent our officiant his draft vows, the one full of placeholders like “insert emotional stuff here” and “make her cry but not ugly cry”? Yeahhh. He promised he fixed them. But he did not. At the rehearsal, the officiant asked if he wanted to do a practice run. My man confidently steps up, opens his phone & starts reading the exact same draft. He gets halfway through “insert heartfelt memory here” before realizing, mid-sentence - what’s happening. The entire wedding party is trying not to lose it. Our officiant just sighed and said, “Well, at least you’re honest.” He is now rewriting his vows under supervision like it’s a school detention. The bridesmaids made him a folder titled “FINAL FINAL vows - DO NOT SCREW UP.docx.” If the ceremony goes anything like this rehearsal, I might livestream it for educational purposes. (And yes, I posted the original chaos on r/WeddingJokes — I feel like I owe them an update at this point)

So I (19M) recently got invited to my first gala a fancy one too I could bring one guest. At first, I wasn’t sure who to ask, but my first thought was my mom (46F) She got divorced from my dad about six months ago, and honestly, she’s been holding everything together since working, managing the house, keeping things running smoothly but she hasn’t done anything for herself in a long time. My mom’s always been this elegant, classy woman, but lately she’s been quieter, almost like she’s forgotten how to slow down and enjoy things. So, I asked her to come with me as my plus one. I half expected her to say no since I asked her just two days before the gala, and it was in the middle of the week she’s usually super busy. But she surprised me with a straight yes. She looked genuinely happy when I asked it was like I gave her something she didn’t even realize she needed. When I offered to buy her a gown, she refused, saying, “You’re already taking me to a gala, that’s special enough.” Still...

I don’t know who else to tell, or what I even expect to happen by posting this. I can’t call anyone. He’s always… around. I’m writing this on my phone, huddled in my closet, hoping the sound of the old house settling will cover the frantic tapping of my thumbs. I feel like a little kid again, hiding from monsters. The difference is, this time, the monster thinks it’s my dad. Let me back up. I’m 23. I live with my father. It wasn’t the plan, obviously. College, job, my own place, that was the plan. But the economy is what it is, and my mom passed a few years back, and he was getting on in years. He’s retired, and his pension is just enough to keep the lights on in this old house. It wasn’t a bad arrangement. I’d work my shifts at a warehouse downtown, help with bills, and he’d potter around, watch his old movies, and complain about his back. We had a rhythm. It was quiet, maybe a little lonely, but it was normal. The change was so gradual I almost didn't notice it. At first, it was...

The librarian at my local branch found out I love mystery novels. Now whenever a new one comes in she sets them aside for me before they even hit the shelf. When I walked in today she had three books waiting with a little note that said “thought you’d like these!” It’s such a small thing but in a world where everything feels automated and self checkout and “do it yourself” having someone recognize what you enjoy and act on it feels kind of amazing. Last night after playing a few rounds of stardew I kept thinking about how rare those little personal touches are now. Someone noticing you. Someone remembering you. Someone taking a second out of their day to make yours better. It’s the kind of kindness that sticks with you way longer than it probably took her to do.

So this happened a mere two months ago. It's 8:00 p.m. and I'm starving, and like any functional adult, I decide my dinner is going to be toast, specifically a single slice of rye bread slathered with an unholy amount of strawberry jam... Definitely not because that's all I had in the cupboard.... Anyways, I grab my slice of rye bread from the fridge and stick it in the toaster as you do. While I wait, I'm scrolling YouTube shorts, scrolling Instagram, scrolling Reddit, basically filling my brain with brain rot and an ungodly amount of ASMR content and cute penguin videos. Finally, which was no more than a minute in reality, the toaster slot containing my precious dinner pops up. I put my phone down an eagerly reach for my carbs, accept, there is nothing there. The slot is empty, just like my stomach. It's at this moment that I just stare. I simply cannot comprehend what reality is showing me. I lean over the counter and squint into the hot darkness. Nothing. No to...

(Reposting this here as I think it's a better fit that at r/hygiene) For some reason I was never taught to wash my ass growing up. It also felt "weird" to touch my own asshole with my bare hand, so I did not. I think I felt that wiping the ass after shitting was good enough, and it felt OK to do it because my fingers were shielded by layers of TP. We did not use washcloths in my household. Note: I am now 57. I have had a spotless anular vault for decades now, which is the only way I'm able to relate this tale of utmost cringe without collapsing in on myself. Back when I was 18 (and in the US Navy), it seemed perfectly normal to avoid that area when showering. And yes, my devil's valley was a hot mess. I would constantly get "gooey" back there, to where it felt like the molten curds of fecal gelatin would start sliding out of my shorts. My solution to this problem was to ball up toilet paper and insert a kind of "Sanitary Napkin" in there after...