Bimql chhetry.

I’m 18 and this was literally my first time ever buying condoms. I went to my local convenience store and got what I needed along with a snack to make it less awkward. I’m on the phone with someone at the same time, trying to act normal, when the cashier looks at what I’m holding and goes: “You can’t get these bro.” I literally pause like “uh… why?” while still on the phone. Then he points at me holding them and says something like it’s because they’re “too big. for you” Then he laughs and goes “I’m just playing with you,” and I was like bro. He bagged everything up and ended it with a “you have a great night bro!” Even though it was awkward at first he actually did make it less awkward and made me just laugh. It was a funny experience and I’ll definitely probably remember this as it was also my first time buying them. 😭

I moved out of my parents house last November. My best friends parents own a house that let people rent for a little bit and who are in need. It is a house that need a lot of work but it still nice to live in. About a few weeks ago, my best friends sister moved in because our house is close to the university she is going to attend. Last night, I came home from work with my stomach bubbling. I didn’t use the restroom at work because I thought I would make it home in time. When I arrive home, I see my best friends sister is home and she has her boyfriend over. It was her birthday and they threw a little get together. I instantly go to the restroom when I walk in my home and her boyfriend is showering. At this point, my stomach is pushing it out. I can feel my guts contracting. I did not want to go into the restroom while he was showering to shit because it would be torture for him. I go into my room and sit down near my desk to stop myself from shitting and to decide what should be m...

the rest of this story might sound like i’m insane, but you have to believe it. when i was about 10 there were full boxes of fancy feast cat food showing up at my family’s door. the only problems about this was: none of us ever ordered the food, we have never had a cat, and even though i did not have an amazon account, it was addressed to ME. my family and i had these exact questions yet we never found out how this happened. the boxes showed up about 3-4 times before it stopped happening and we just gave them to our neighbors who owned a cat. it’s been years since, and i don’t even live in the neighborhood this happened in anymore, and ive never managed to think of a good answer to this.

Y’all… I genuinely don’t know if I’ve ever met someone this miserable. So my ex and I broke up over 2 years ago, but we still talk here and there. A few days ago this random girl requested to follow me on Instagram. I followed her back because Im a girl’s girl and love to support girls. I thought she was pretty but had no idea who she was. Then I realized she lived in the state my ex still lives, so I asked him if he knew her. He told me to block her because he said he had a stalker…. (Should’ve been red flag #1) So I removed her from following me because I didn’t know her. I honestly never even thought about unfollowing her even though her page was public already. Later I noticed her commenting under my ex’s brother’s picture saying “hey sexy dm me,” so I was lowkey relieved and figured she was probably dating someone in his family. Then she posted a funny meme on her story that made me laugh, so I replied “LMAO felt this” not even realizing it was her story fr. THAT WAS LITERAL...

Ive been with my fiance for 4 years on June 27th. Ive had big plans for his gift this year and I feel on top of the world. Since year 1 of our relationship we have talked all giddy about childhood dreams. My fiance told me about his first childhood let down... my fiance is r&g color blind. He had a dream as a kid about being a pilot and a family member told him he couldn't and he just took their word for it. Turns out he can after much of my own research he could. He has spent hours on flight simulator and has recently been talking about it with his brother. So I started the research. Theres a flight school an hour from our house. Lessons run cheap so as an anniversary gift I scheduled him a discovery flight. Given the flight doesn't have tickets I edited a faux souvenir ticket to have the date of and flight info plus a little anniversary momento. I give it to him Friday because im way too excited! As an added bonus day of the discovery flight i will offer to pay half on e...

I don't really know how to start this, so I'll just start from the beginning. My name is Jamie. I was born in a two bedroom apartment above a laundromat in a city that smells like rust and fast food grease. We were poor not tight budget poor, but sometimes the lights go off poor. And from the time I was maybe five years old, I knew I was not a boy. Not in the way I was supposed to be. My mom knew first because moms always know. She never made a big deal out of it. She'd quietly let me sit next to her while she got ready, hand me her lipstick like it was the most normal thing in the world. On my seventh birthday she bought me a purple skirt from a thrift store and hid it in a shoebox. For when you need it, she said. My dad found it once. He didn't yell he just went very quiet, which was somehow worse and threw it in the dumpster. My mom bought me another one the next week. She was the whole sky, I think you understand what I mean. She died when I was thirteen, ovarian c...

Me and my wife were both foster kids. We bounced around a lot, and we both struggled to plant our feet firmly on the ground when adulthood started. I think that may be the reason we were drawn to each other. We understood each other’s struggle. I met her at a fast food joint I worked at, and it was honestly like a fairy tale. I noticed that she would only come in when she knew I was working, and eventually I worked up the courage to offer more conversation than, “How may I take your order?” We began flirting, and over the course of a few weeks, I think we sort of just… fell for each other. I saw something in her that I’m pretty sure she saw in me too. We were like matching puzzle pieces. Her coming into that restaurant was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me. She worked at a bowling alley across town, but when we began dating, we both kind of accelerated. It was like the thrill of finding each other drove us to strive to do better, not only for one another, but for oursel...

In the mid 90's with my TV writing career sputtering along, I worked as a bartender at a world class hotel in Beverly Hills. There were two shit shifts, Saturday and Sunday days, and they were mine. One Saturday morning I emerged from the back room holding a rack of glasses to find Lindsey Buckingham sitting at the bar. He ordered a beer and just sat there. He told me he was having work done to his house and that he was staying in the hotel for the weekend. He couldn't have been nicer. He talked about the band and the music; he ate lunch and read the newspaper. About 4:30 the bar started getting busy and he looked like he was feeling uncomfortable, but he stuck it out until the end of my shift. It was just a great day! After he paid the check and tipped me really well, he asked, "You here tomorrow?" And I would be. ​ After my shift I went to Amoeba Records and bought a copy of Tusk. ​ The next morning when I opened the bar, there was Lindsey Buckingham. We picked up ...

What's the worst case of cheating or infidelity you've personally experienced, witnessed, or heard about from someone close to you? It could be something shocking, heartbreaking, or just unbelievable. How did the person find out, and what happened afterward?

We all know that feeling at the start of the day when you interact with someone pleasant, when someone says something kind to you, and suddenly your whole day feels better. An hour doesn't go by without thinking about that moment or that person. No matter what you do or where you go, it's as if you're carrying a little aura above your head and everything seems to fall into place. Well, that's exactly how I feel whenever I interact with a plus-size woman—whether through conversation, a simple gesture, or even just a brief exchange of glances. No, I'm not weird. I'm not obsessed. I'm simply a normal guy who happens to be attracted to plus-size women. To me, they are my weakness. They are that ray of sunshine that brings a smile to my face and warmth to my heart for the rest of the day. I'm no different from any other man. The only difference is that I don't have preferences for blonde or brunette hair, curly or straight hair, blue, green, or brown eye...

My husband is the perfect man. Every woman I know has told me so. I just found out why. We met three years ago. He was everything. Attentive. Funny. Remembered the name of my childhood dog on the second date. My friends were almost annoyed at how good he was. "Nobody's that perfect," my best friend Kara said. I laughed. I should have listened. The wedding was beautiful. The house came next. A Victorian fixer upper in a small town two hours from the city. His idea. "We need space," he said. "Away from all the noise." I agreed. I was in love. I would have agreed to anything. The first year was good. He cooked. He cleaned. He left notes on my pillow. He planned surprise trips. He never raised his voice. He never forgot an anniversary or a birthday or a random Tuesday he'd declared "us day." My mother adored him. My coworkers envied me. Kara stopped warning me and started saying she wished she could find someone like him. I noticed the first...

I'm going to tell you about the guy who sat across from me at work for three years. Let's call him Wren. Wren was the kind of person you notice but never really talk to. Not because he was unfriendly he wasn't. He was just quietly present. Always focused, always in his own world. The type who remembered to refill the shared printer paper without being asked. Which, honestly, in an office full of people who pretend not to notice the blinking red light that tells you everything. In three years, we had maybe exchanged ten words total. Mostly just "morning" and occasionally "do you know if the meeting room is free." I told myself it was because we were on different teams. Honestly? He had this calm, unbothered energy that I deeply did not possess and found slightly intimidating. Then one Thursday, my laptop charger gave up mid call not a warning flicker Just gone I got panic. I spotted his charger and walked over. "Do you have a charger? Mine just died...

Working the graveyard shift at a desolate highway gas station completely strips away your sense of time. The long, cracked stretches of asphalt extending in both directions remain entirely empty for hours. The fluorescent lights overhead hum with a constant, irritating vibration that settles deep into your teeth. I took the job because my bank account was completely depleted and the owner paid entirely in cash at the end of every single week. He was an older, heavy-set man who constantly chewed on unlit cigars and rarely looked me in the eyes when he spoke. During my first night, the owner handed me a heavy wooden clipboard holding a single sheet of lined paper. He tapped his thick finger against the top of the page. "The register automatically locks at midnight," the owner explained "You only accept cash through the sliding transaction window. You stay behind the bulletproof glass until six in the morning. I wrote down the daily tasks. You sweep the aisles, restock the...

We have all probably messed around in the bucket or pool as kids, flipping an empty plastic jug upside down into the water just to watch it trap a pocket of air underneath. It feels like a neat little physics trick when the inside stays perfectly dry, but if you scale that exact concept up and trap a real human inside, it can literally save a life. That’s exactly what happened with Harrison Okene. In 2013, his tugboat, the Jascon-4, was capsized by a massive wave off the Nigerian coast, sinking 100 feet to the seafloor. Harrison, the 29-year-old ship’s cook, was in the bathroom in his boxers when the water came flooding in. He tried to escape, but the watertight exit hatch wouldn’t open. As rushing water flooded the vessel, it swept him deeper into the ship, where he found himself inside another bathroom. But the room did not fully fill up, a small pocket of air formed near the ceiling, and that tiny bubble became his lifeline. Harrison got stuck in pitch-black freezing water. He coul...

On Saturday, I made the mistake of telling my wife, 'I'll be back in 45 minutes.' I put on my sneakers, grabbed my favorite hat, (it was 90 degrees in the Seattle area this weekend), and ran out the door. I had planned on running at least 13 miles. 5 miles into my run, headed southeast, I start hearing loud commentary. As I get closer, it becomes apparent that I've stumbled upon a FIFA World Cup watch party in downtown Renton \[Edit: The venue was Legacy Square\]. I went for a walk to our local downtown area where they've been broadcasting the FIFA World Cup games on a giant screen. As the sidewalk becomes more dense with people, I inevitably have to slow down my walk. A lady randomly hands me an umbrella and a guy welcomes me to the watch party. "What the hell?", I think to myself. What did I get myself into. \[EXCERPT REDCATED\] I'm cheering at the top of my lungs for Brazil because the guy sitting next to me was hilariously contagious. Anyways, an ...

I think my life is going to change a lot, restarting from scratch within a few weeks. No money, no prospects. Approaching my thirties. Moving back to my home country. I have been surviving the past decade and never lived. I have the determination and strength to start all over again, but I am so exhausted that I don't know if I want to do it anymore. Asking people on Reddit to share some positive stories where they felt like there was no way they could survive and the only logical step was to give up on everything, but they eventually picked up all the broken pieces and made something out of it.

I sleep in my own bed, separately from my wife with the exception of our “conjugal” visits. She’s always been accommodating of my solo sleeping, because she likes a warm room that is as silent as a crypt, and I like a room with the windows thrown open and a fan on. This noise drowns out my tinnitus (from shooting in the military) and the cold room is pleasant. What my wife doesn’t know, is that I secretly leave the house 3 nights a week, sometimes 4. I leave to ride my bicycle around the city at night, sometimes putting in 50-75 miles per ride. I wait until everyone in my house is asleep, usually about 10pm is a safe bet. I sneak into the yard, walk the bike to the street, and start riding. Ive made friends that are only out and about after dark. I’m friends with a striped cat that sleeps on an old broken RV in an alleyway and she lets me pick her up now. I love riding by the bakery, where people are preparing for the next morning and moving ingredients in and out of a big fluoresc...

So I drive a company box truck with tools and compartments all over it and this morning I stopped for gas and then pulled into a little side section of the parking lot to talk to my supervisor and plan my day. All of a sudden I hear "DRIVER STEP OUT AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" It gets repeated 2 more times before I look in my side view mirrors and see police officers on each side of my truck with guns drawn. From my perspective seeing them in the mirrors it looked the guns were pointed at me and I actually dropped my phone and put my hands up and started yelling back "my hands are up!". ​ They kept yelling and I was seriously about to step out of the truck when I heard a woman start screaming "FUCK YOU", "COME GET ME MOTHER FUCKERS!", ETC... That's when I looked ahead and realized a woman in a car had pulled into that same side lot and was parked about 20 feet in front of me and they were pointing the guns at her. The yelling back and forth went...

I didn't even realize this was my father's lifehack until long after I'd grown up. I just thought our family did things a little differently from others. My father had a side hustle of repairing dental handpieces on the kitchen table after dinner, and he cultivated a network of dentists that allowed us to live a nicer life than we could otherwise afford. For vacation we would visit a timeshare resort where he identified himself as Dr. SomebodyElse. We never got new bicycles, but whenever we needed our first or a replacement, he could always get us one that had been previously used by some dentist's child who had moved on to a car. Eventually I noticed our neighbors were always better off than we, but I didn't realize until later how unusual it was to move every year and a half or so, yet always staying within the same metro area. We would house-sit for people on important overseas assignments, highly educated people who moved in some of the same circles as dentists...

I accidentally exposed my boss's secret family... and I still don't know if I ruined lives or saved them. This happened about six months ago, and I'm still dealing with the fallout. I work in accounting for a mid-sized company. Nothing exciting. Just spreadsheets, invoices, payroll, the usual. My boss, "Mark," had been married to his wife for over 20 years. Everyone in the office knew her. She'd come to company parties, charity events, Christmas dinners. They seemed like one of those couples who had everything figured out. One Friday, Mark asked me to help organize expense reports before an audit. He was leaving early and gave me access to a folder I normally wouldn't see. While sorting receipts, I noticed dozens of hotel charges in a city three hours away. At first I assumed they were business trips. Then I saw the same last name listed repeatedly on restaurant reservations. Not his. A woman's. I wasn't trying to snoop, but I got curious. The cha...

I (F40m) reached out to someone on Reddit who had offered to guide me in getting started earning money with something I’m already doing as a hobby. He (M44m) told me what platforms to use, and all the boring beginners’ details. I was excited to get started. We shared some of our creations with each other. He had spent a lot more time in this field than I had, but it seemed I had more variety in my experience. I gathered inspiration, courage, and motivation from this stranger and really dug in to the idea of turning this hobby into cash flow. We uncannily had much in common. The more he shared, the more my mind expanded. The ideas, the possibilities. We complimented one another in a way that typically comes from years of knowing someone’s mind, after mere hours. I have no idea how long we texted back and forth the second day, but the overtones in the conversation went from sunny to shadowy and that’s when my mind was blown. These conversations got so deep and so heavy. The idea that th...

​ Hello, everyone. My grandson told me I should post my story online. Apparently, being 67 years old is some kind of "meme" these days. I don't really understand what that means, but here I am. I was born on March 8, 1959, in Nebraska, into a simple farming family. My mother left my father, my younger sister, and me when I was only four years old. For years, I didn't understand why. I loved her and believed she was simply away at work. One night, when I was a little over eight years old, my father came home drunk and angry. I don't remember why I chose that moment to ask, but I looked at him and said, "Dad, when is Mom coming back?" He stared at me for a long moment before shouting words I will never forget. "Your mother left us. She chose another life." Then he broke down crying, hugged me, and told me things no child should ever hear. That night changed me. As the years passed, I became angry. I fought other kids for no reason. I got into tr...

We were having a rough patch, but I never could’ve imagined in a million years that it would end like this. I remember when I used to look at her and see love looking back. True, unbridled love that kept me comfortable and secure. All I can say is I wish that she would’ve changed sooner. I wish that she didn’t wait until we had spent 20 years of our life together. Because now, I feel hopeless. I’m 52 years old. There’s no turning back the clocks. There’s no hoping she falls back in love with me. She hates what age has done to me. She hates that I’m losing my hair. She hates the way my face is starting to sag. And because she has learned to hate my appearance, it’s made it harder for her to look past my personality flaws. My irritability. My lack of energy. My lack of libido. I’d lost my ability to “woo” her more and more with each passing year. When her shoulder grew cold, all I could blame was myself. When our conversations became dry, all I could do was blame myself. And when she st...

When I was 21 I entered into an abusive relationship. It only lasted about 6 months before I walked away (picture the building exploding behind me as I decided to cut ties). However, he stalked me for about 6 more months- spreading lies and attempting to ruin my life behind the scenes by isolating my friends and family from me. He abused me physically, emotionally, mentally- all the ways. He had Münchausen Syndrome. He lied about multiple diagnoses, including cancer. I cleaned up his bodily fluids of all kinds after he puked, peed, pooped- claiming these were side effects of his treatments. He was faking it. I took him to fake doctor’s appointments where he would just walk to different areas of the building, leaving me in the waiting room. After 6 months of hell, he lured me to his car to talk, then locked the doors and drove off, effectively kidnapping me. He raped me for 24 hours off and on in his apartment, taking my phone away so I couldn’t contact anyone. Yes, I was naive and stu...

So, I want to first start off by saying I am from Texas, not California, which makes this story even crazier to me. A while back I was addicted to like hardcore substances that basically destroyed my life and my body and I was waking up in jail not knowing why I was there, overdosing in my car alone multiple times, like it was bad. So I decided one night that I had enough of my addiction and called a few rehabs to go to. A few of the rehabs in my direct city denied me because I went previously and walked out against medical advice just to go back to my addictions. But one rehab offered me a free plane ride to California as long as I stayed and got sober they would also pay for my plane ride back to Texas. Knowing my situation, this immediately felt like a better idea than to find a rehab in my own city because I knew if I went to one in my own city I would most likely just walk out again and go back to the same lifestyle, but if I went to a whole different state I would have no choice...

I’m in angst. That’s the only way I know how to describe it. Everything just feels so surreal right now. My wife and I have been together for the last 35 years. We married young and had our daughter around 10 years later. I still remember the day she had to be taken to the hospital. I was at work when her water broke, but instead of calling and demanding I get there as soon as possible, she told me that it was best I wait and that she was doing completely fine. I told her she was crazy if she thought I wasn’t gonna be there for the birth of my child, but she started screaming at me to stay where I was. I just chalked it up to birth hormones. I finished out the day, and as soon as I clocked out, I was flying to the hospital. It was a venture that proved fruitless, as when I arrived, my wife was nowhere to be found. And in the chaos of the busy hospital, my panic grew more and more until my pager started beeping. It was my wife’s number, and in a confused hurry, I found the nearest phon...