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I met a girl on Tinder while looking to rebound from a messy breakup. We were an odd match, and I ended up not being ready for a thing, but she made a decent drinking buddy, so we kept hanging out. You know how those things go. Went on a road trip about six months later, just her and me. I wanted to look at spaceships, and she’s a good sport. It was amazing. Touched an SR-71. Stayed in a hotel. Ooo la la. I got laid that night. Kicked myself for waiting so long. I had no idea she was that good. Months turned into years. We grew to trust each other. One day decided “meh” on birth control, fully understanding the consequences as we still go at it like unsupervised teenagers. Life is short, right? We got married in a hurry with our sisters to witness. She was very obviously showing. The judge was so happy for us. Life comes at you fast, but we were doing it right, by golly. FYI, babies are really fucking hard. The kid is loud, he is obstinate, and he never sleeps. Pretty much just like his mama. I really, really hoped for that. I’ve never known a woman so stubborn, so strong, and so genuinely good. The best I can do for our son is to clear a path for her. She’s been through so much already, and she still will not stop. Anything for her boys. He is hers, and for that, he will be a force to be reckoned with. I am in awe. I will never know better. We are two very lucky men.	That was not where I thought this post was going. Congratulations man. You continue treating the mother of your child like a queen! That’s the best way to raise children.
We got one of those Front Steps Projects photos done in late April. My husband and I, and our dog, too. We thought it would be a nice memory of the quarantine, which would be a short, unique event. What you don't know is that less than 10 minutes before the picture was taken I received a phone call that my mother had tested positive for covid. 17 days later she was gone. My adult relationship with my mother was strained. This does not make her passing any less personal. I'm working through the grief with a therapist. This pandemic has become so irreparably polarizing and politicized. I do genuinely understand that stay-at-home orders are negatively affecting businesses, working parents, school children, seniors and that mental health issues are on the rise. I trust the numbers, the scientists and the guidance that, until there is widespread distribution of a vaccine, we need to do our part to stop the spread and prevent more deaths. There will be consequences and collateral damage, unfortunately. People dismiss it as nothing more than the flu. Covid-19 has killed 6x more people in a shorter period than the flu does annually, if you trust the numbers, which I do. People are dismissing anything deemed “complications from covid” as a non-covid death inflating the numbers. The fact remains that had that person not gotten covid, they wouldn’t have gotten the complication they succumbed to, like my mother. You’re being dismissive on a technicality and missing the point. If she hadn’t gotten covid, she wouldn’t have died. Period. End of story. Some people aren't interested in taking measures that might prevent further spread of this highly infectious virus, assuming that it won’t affect them or anyone around them. People think stay at home, small groups and social distancing requests are communism at work. Or that masks aren’t manly or that they are a political statement. This breaks my heart. This is not communism-this is community. This is humanity trying to come together to save lives. I have to wonder what your thought process is or what your moral fiber is that you wouldn’t want to help your neighbor with a simple gesture like a mask or social distancing. People assert that we shouldn't take it so seriously because there is such a low mortality rate at just 1%. How insensitive. That 1% is my mother. That 1% is a human being. Two hundred fifty thousand human beings, in fact. When you throw those statements around you are diminishing Sharon's life and my grief. We teach our children to be kind and compassionate. Adults could and should lead by example. Reframe your thinking, please, and put a name on your numbers before you use them to defend your ignorance or not doing your part. That 1% is Sharon Shaughnessy: proud Irish lass from Roxbury, Mass, mother of four, grandmother of five and lover of fresh Dunkins coffee. Sharon's seat at the table is empty this year. Nate wanted to cancel the photoshoot but I forged ahead. Given this was our #FrontStepsProject photo shoot capturing pandemic quarantine, it seemed sadly fitting. When I see this photo now I don’t see Nate or Doug; I see my mother. I see the words said to me that day and over the following 17: “I’m sorry, your mother has tested positive.” “I’m sorry, we have to transport your mother to the hospital.” “I’m sorry, she is not improving. She now has pneumonia.” “I’m sorry, you need to make a decision about hospice. Yes, we can make an exception for you to see her in person.” “Sally, we’re too late. She’s gone.” Be kind. Be thoughtful with your words. Wear a mask. Do your part. I don’t wish this on anyone. Sincerely, Sally S. and the families of 250,000 covid victims	Christy Zangarine. 51 years old. My mom. She tested positive on June 24th and was on a ventilator just a couple weeks later. We tried so hard. The doctors tried so hard. Her lungs were too far gone. I hope she and your mother, Sharon, have found peace somewhere. And I hope a bit of that peace finds you and me. I’m so sorry for your loss, and I mourn in solidarity with you.
I don't know how to start my story so I'll just start by introducing the background and a little bit about myself. I'm Chinese, born and raised in China mainland. When I was a young boy, through some family connections, I got a trip to a local ostrich farm. In the middle of the very nice tour they gave us, the farm owner said to us: "We have a few special trained ostriches, that can carry an exceptional amount of weight while running in a rather fast speed. Is the boy(aka me if you didn't noticed) interested?" Oh fuck yeah. So I rode a fucking ostrich, the best of their kind, fastest of the fastest. "Speed King of the Helianthus Garden" as they call him in Chinese. Ok, so here's something I think you might not know about those fast and furious fuckers. 1. They mad when somebody who they don't deem worthy ride them. 2. They mad about basically fucking everything. 3. They will try to attack you whenever they are mad , under any circumstances. 4. They are loyal to the farm owner tho. 5. When they run at a fast speed, their wings will open uncontrollably, so if you sit on their back, you're fucked, and also this is why there isn't an ostrich saddle. So basically I had to ride an ostrich who's trying to kill me at all cost on the fucking neck, with my leg clinched around his neck, while it's running at 70 kph because the owner nicely asked him to. The speed. The excitement. The wind through my hair. The concentration I needed to keep my balance. And the fear of falling off and get fucking stomp to death by a special trained muscular lunatic fucking ostrich. What can I tell you. That moment when I reached the other end of the track. I felt more than alive. That's the exact moment when I got the obsession of having my own racer ostrich. So, my story continues. I moved to Canada to study at the time that equals to 2nd year of highschool in North America, and the second year I got there, I started living alone. Unlike in China, school ends veeeeery early in Canada, so I have a loooot of spare time. What did I do? Isn't that fucking obvious? I Got A Fucking Ostrich. It was a baby ostrich (cuz you have to bond with them when they were young or they won't let you ride them), but it wasn't like straight from an egg. Like 3-5 weeks maybe? I didn't know better at that time. It was all fun and giggles until the day I thought she was grown enough for me to ride her. She did let me ride her, and she would stand up, but she refused to move. It was due to 2 main reasons I think. 1. I didn't raise her the right way so she wasn't strong enough. 2. Due to the nature of ageing. I then was a fat fuck. It crushed my heart and scrambled all my dreams and feelings. I was dead inside, there's nothing for me to live for at the time. I didn't recover untill I gave up studying and returned to my home country. Where I will be living as a regular everyday normal Chinese dude. But, I still have a beating heart. My dream never ends, it's everything I live for. I will be wealthier, I will do anything that I resented. I will pay any cost that I have to pay, I will climb higher, I will gain all the fucking power that I need, I will lick the anus out of the connection I need, so that one day, I can personally own and ride a racer ostrich legally, in a city. Thank you all for reading. This was written a while ago, by the time I posted this, I now legally own a pair of peacocks. I am now one step closer to my dream. Wish me luck, and wish you luck. Hope you achieve whatever you wanted to achieve one day. \-Solivictus, regular Chinese dude, at the end of 2019.	Wait, what happened to the poor ostrich you raised as a baby and bonded to you?
I have received good news last week and I really can't share it with anyone because is becoming more and more a dark hobby of mine.I got a guy arrested that I found him in underground chats last month bragging about what he did. He gave me enough evidence to find the victim after finding the location and with a lot of hard work I found her instagram. I contacted her and she immediately contacted police and got him arrested. This is not the first time I do this and I have been sending reports to police of several other guys who I have come across. But this was the first time i found the victim and have helped the lawyer with the evidence and got real feedback of my actions and it feels so good to have helped her and I'm so proud of her strenght.Thats it, I just wanted to share it cause I'm super happy. Edit: Thank you all for your support, this blew up and I had no idea so many of you would share my happiness, it brought tears to my eyes. ❤️ Edit 2: for all that want to help, I am happy to have help send me a message, but understand I won't be taking in just anyone. I had never expected people to want to help. Edit 3: for those asking to see evidence, no I won't be sharing anything. Wtf	You're a fucking legend. That's so amazing what you've done
I spent the whole month and a good chunk of money planning a fun Halloween party. I even organized a whole escape room in my house. No one came. I invited so many people. Some had the decency to cancel. Most just didn’t show. All of the food and drinks I made went to waste. I don’t even feel sad, just empty. I don’t know how I’ll manage to clean everything up tomorrow without breaking down. EDIT: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who commented on my post. I am absolutely blown away by all the love its received, especially those who wanted to attend my guest-less party haha! One of my close friends did end up making it, so at least one person tried my haunted escape room. Thanks to a good nights sleep (and waking up to all these wonderful comments) I’m feeling a bit better this morning and definitely not as down as I was last night! To those of you who commented about experiencing similar situations, I’m so sorry because it really does suck. Just remember that your feelings are valid and tomorrow is a new day! Thank you all so much again for the love you showed this post, it really made my day! (I’ve never posted on this sub before so hopefully this “update” is ok!)	You sound like way more fun that I am. I’m sorry your friend don’t value you the way that you deserve
I (27f)made a WhatsApp-Group and invited 15 of my closest friends to my birthday party. I planned a nice theme dinner (the theme was Italy/ Dolce Vita) at a nice restaurant, with one live music act, a nice cake ordered from a bakery and fitting the theme, and decorations. I wrote a heartfelt text, how I want to celebrate getting older with my oldest and greatest friends and I detailed everything that was planned for the evening in the invitation. And then… nothing. Nobody replied, nobody said a word, like “Thanks for the invite” or “Looking forward” or anything at all. After a few hours my boyfriend posted a party meme in the WhatsApp Group and wrote how excited he was, to get it started. Still nothing. After almost two days, I posted a GIF of chirping grills and made a funny comment, still thinking, maybe people simply forgot to reply. After another day, I started texting people individually, if they would like to come, or if they are available that evening, and a few responded, that they will let me know soon. Others didn’t respond at all. After almost a week not a single one of my friends posted into the group or have messaged me if they would like to come to my birthday party. After 0 invitation acceptances and after reaching out several times, I felt so ashamed. Like I was begging the people to want to celebrate me or to come. I started to cry and I felt so depressed. Ashamed and humiliated I just deleted the WhatsApp Group. Nobody has asked me about that either. My birthday is now just a week away. I called the restaurant and cancelled, I called the bakery and cancelled my order and I returned the decorations I bought. Maybe I was the stupid one for organising all those things beforehand, but I was just so sure, that at least a handful of people would like to come / show up. I am just so sad. I have known most of my friends for at least 15 years. I was their bridemaids, their child’s godparent, their maid of honor. I was there at graduation ceremonies and birthday celebrations. And I am truly puzzled. Is it really such a burden to come to my dinner? A dinner, which I would have paid in full and which I tried to make it into a beautiful evening/ event for everyone . I am just so sad and ashamed, that I wasn’t even worth a reply message. My boyfriend is trying to cheer me up and he immediately got busy organising a surprise birthday evening for me. He is wonderful and I am just so glad he and my parents care so much about me, otherwise I would just feel absolutely worthless	I’m sorry. Idk what to tell you because Ik if I tried to something like this I’d be in the same situation. People just suck sometimes. Happy birthday, you deserve better friends.
This happened a few days ago and it’s very weird to me because that was the first time that had every happened to me. We were about to do it and as i got the condom out she threw a fit and said she wasn’t going to do it with me unless i went in with no protection. After i told her that i don’t do that for my safety she of course threw an even more fit and said what was i trying to say about her and the type of girl she is. She is on birth control but i still would rather be safe and protect myself so i refused to do it and i don’t know if anybody else has ever experienced this. All i could think about was wrap your willy don’t be silly in that moment.	Don't be a fool and wrap that tool
2019 hasn't been a good year for me. My fiancee's and my car got totaled in a hit and run in November last year. My mother and my little brother ended up moving in with us in our new house because she had problems with her boyfriend a couple states away (my parents were divorced.) My mother suffered from severe depression and bipolar disorder and didn't make the best financial decisions a lot of the time. My fiancee was hesitant to let her move in, but ultimately was okay with it to make sure my brother had a home. Within the first few days, it was hell. They both fought every day and I couldn't handle the pressure. I cracked mentally a few times and said some pretty hurtful things to her, and had to take over parenting with my brother because my mom locked herself in her room each day, either sleeping, crying, or smoking. My fiancee eventually demoted herself to a girlfriend, and said that she was on the verge of breaking up with me. March came along, and I found out that my Dad killed himself at the end of the month. He suffered from alcoholism and smoked like a chimney, and it caught up with him over time. He was constantly in and out of the hospital due to heart issues and surgeries, and eventually could barely function. He took his life on March 25th. The process of figuring out what to do with his death at the funeral home was a disaster. Everyone fought and cried. Eventually we had him cremated, and things at the house got worse and worse. My Mom announced at the beginning of June that she got back with her boyfriend and left promptly the next day, leaving my relationship and home a wreck. The months that passed were a disaster financially and emotionally between me and my girlfriend. My depression and suicidal thoughts hit a peak, and found myself about ready to buy a gun and kill myself, but I checked myself into a mental hospital. A lot of shit happened when my mom flew up without me knowing, and I ended up being worse off than I went in. A few weeks later I went to a followup appointment with a psychiatrist to talk about how I was feeling, and ended up being forced to go back to the hospital because I had suicidal thoughts. I didn't want to kill myself, I only told him that the medication prescribed to me worsened them. The thought of going back there was terrifying. Having to take 10 days off in close proximity to each other out of the blue made my work life hell, because everyone was pissed at me and I couldn't tell them what was going on and why. Fast forward to now, I got a call earlier today that my Mom hung herself. My brother and her boyfriend found her and I couldn't imagine what they had to go through processing what the fuck they saw. My brother's only 10 years old and not only did he have to go through a divorce and constant fighting between my parents, but her had to move a number of times as a result, had to go to his Dad's funeral, and now he saw his Mom's dead body. But he sounded completely fine on the phone. I'm fucking dying inside. I hate myself because the last conversation that I had with her was pretty negative, and on Thanksgiving of all days. I never called her back to check up on her, and to tell her that I loved her. My parents weren't the best in their later years with myself, my sister, and little brother, but when my sister and I were little, they were the best parents I could have asked for. My girlfriend has been extremely supportive throughout this whole time today, but I feel so fucking empty and hurt. I feel angry that my mother left us to take care of my brother, and that he's had to suffer as a little kid. I feel agonizing sadness knowing that I'll never be able to talk to my Mom or see her ever again and tell her that I love her. But most of all, I feel confused to why all of this had to happen. My sister's flying down tomorrow to make arrangements to cremate my Mom's remains, and try to figure out what to do as far as my brother goes. I have a house and live very close to an elementary school, and have a good job, but none of that makes me feel any better. I'm scared. I'm fucking terrified. I'm not ready to become a parent, and neither is my girlfriend or my sister, but here we are about ready to take on this role, trying to parent a very damaged child, and sacrificing our adult lives. It sounds selfish but I keep telling myself that it isn't fair that this is how things have to be, but part of me keeps telling myself to be strong for my brother. I have to figure out the process of gaining custody over a child and accommodating him. I just don't know what to do. Edit: Holy hell, I woke up and remembered I posted here, but I didn’t expect it to blow up. Thank you all for the kind words, advice, and similar experiences. It means the world to me. Just to clarify too, my girlfriend’s treating me good, the time that my mom moved in was extremely chaotic, but she’s on board with helping me with my little brother and being a family. Thank’s for the gold and silver too, I’ve always lurked on Reddit but never really post. I’ll try to read though some comments when I get the chance	Your brother has one awesome sibling. Sending you my love. Keep holding onto the hope for brother and for yourself too.
Facebook reminded me that three years ago today, my husband decided he didn’t want to be with me anymore. I walked seven miles in uncomfortable shoes to jump off a bridge. I got to the top of the bridge, looked over the edge, and decided I wanted a cigarette before I jumped (I quit three years before that). I walked to buy a pack, then lit a cigarette and sat on a bench in the park under the bridge as the sun set. I decided not to jump. A cigarette saved my life. The next year was rough, lonely and sad. I moved out on my own and started my life over. It was hard, but satisfying to create my own life. Three years later, my current boyfriend and I own a house together, and we have a new puppy, and I’m in love and happier and more successful than I have ever been. My boyfriend is kinder, sweeter, more attentive, better at communication, and so much more in love with me than my ex-husband ever was. I’m in a job that is fun and satisfying and I’m learning coding on the side, and loving it. If I would have jumped off that bridge three years ago, I would have missed out on the best parts of my life. It does get better, friends. It gets so much better. Edit: fixed a bad autocorrect... silly phone autocorrects in the dumbest ways. Edit 2: I’m so grateful for all of the awards and wonderfully kind comments! And everyone sharing their wonderful stories of what they would have missed if they had followed through. I want to comment on every one and thank everyone for the awards and everything, but it’s 4:30 in the morning here, and I need to get some sleep, so I will try to respond more when I wake up tomorrow. Thank you all so very much! Edit 3: removed the name of the bridge for safety. :) Edit 4: I woke up this morning to so many beautiful comments and award, and ALSO to my exceptionally wonderful boyfriend who surprised my by making me a delicious breakfast in bed for no reason except to show me his love. I’m overwhelmed by everything right now! Thank you all so very much!!! To those of you struggling, thank you for sharing. You are not alone, and keep fighting, please! The world is better with you in it. It may feel so bad right now, but it really does get better!	I agree. If I had killed myself a year ago, I would never have gotten to do the amazing things since. I met olympians and competed against them. I got to drive all over the east coast. Me and my dad watching the Steelers game every Sunday and me being his “football watching buddy”. I would have missed getting my first straight A’s in high school. I’d have missed going to Costa Rica with my family and jumping off waterfalls and zip lining and catching a sailfish. I would have missed getting accepted into my first college. There are so many things I would have missed and I’m so glad that I didn’t.
This might be a bit of a sensational title but tonight me and my boyfriend went to his best friend’s place for a few drinks because he’s leaving town for a few months, sort of a goodbye party. We haven’t been very social recently because we’ve been very busy with work and I know his friends like to tease him about how he’s not the party animal he used to be before he met me (we’ve been together for 3 years). I get along very well with his friends, I actually consider them my closest friends but it’s been a few weeks since I’ve seen them and I’ve just been feeling very antisocial and down lately. But tonight I was out on the balcony smoking and when I came inside I overheard my boyfriend’s friends saying how I set the standard for their future girlfriends (they’re all still single) and how it’s not easy to reach. And this was just the most flattering thing I’ve heard in a while, it just means so much to me. Man, I love those guys! Sorry if this sounds self-absorbed, it really wasn’t meant like that. I just wanted to share the giddy feeling I felt when I overheard that. EDIT: Woah, I just woke up and this got waay more attention than I thought it would! The comments are so wholesome and kind, what an awesome way to start a hungover morning haha!	This is so cute, I expected you overheard something bad from the title. Glad his friends like you!
We both had jury duty at the same court house but on different floors. My floor had the room where you first report and where you get your paperwork after being excused. I was sitting in the hallway waiting around and looking at my phone when the elevator opened and a bunch of excused jurors got off. I looked up, absentmindedly glancing at random faces, when I saw my husband. He stepped out of the crowd and had the biggest grin on his face as he walked toward me and sat down next to me. I blushed. I got butterflies. We were suddenly the only people in the room. My heart never felt bigger. I was filled with gratitude for being lucky enough to be married to my best friend and able to have moments like this. I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon. I cant explain what made that moment so special, but I know I’m going to remember it for the rest of my life.	This is absolutely adorable.
So yesterday was also my actual birthday. She of course told me happy birthday that morning, which immediately made the day better. But after dinner last night, she said "Can I tell you something?", to which I said "Of course". And she went on to tell me about her actual dad, who had been in and out of her life from the beginning, and who she had to watch walk out on her and her mom when he voluntarily gave up his parental rights in court. She never saw or heard from him again. She'd told me that story before but then added something I didn't know: our birthdays are only two days apart. I noticed she was rather reclusive this past week but didn't push her on telling me what was wrong. When she got finished telling me this, I asked if she missed him or anything like that and she gave perhaps her coldest response ever. "No, I don't even think about him". Now I've explained to her in the past the difference between me being her "dad" and her father, and she understood and just called me by my name. I guess it made her feel safe knowing there was a distinction between me and him. She actually didn't get upset this time though and just said "You're the only dad who’s ever cared about me”. I smiled but also could tell how brokenhearted she sounded saying it, so I brought her in for a hug. “I’ll always be your dad, and I’m never gonna walk away” I said. That was when she finally started crying properly and I eventually calmed her down. We each said we love each other and her tears turned to happy crying and she even kissed me on my cheek. When she went to bed later, I checked in on her to make sure she was okay and she said “Goodnight dad”. I fell asleep nearly crying.	Congratulations. I had a similar situation with my biological father and the man I call my dad. You have no idea how much you mean to her. Give her an extra hug. We don’t break down that wall easily.
I was this close to finally leaving my small town, and finally achieving my dream of being a TV Actor. I auditioned for a few other TV roles, but I have NEVER been this close where I got a personal callback and it was down to top 15 people of probably thousands of people who auditioned! That gives me hope. That lets me know, that I CAN make it as an Actor if I just keep trying, taking rejection more with a grain of salt, getting back up again, and keep auditioning until I get that Acting Dream! I'm currently in Grad School to be a Mental Health Counselor, which is also my dream, but its nothing like going for your TRUE dream as well. Its like Denzel Washington said, when he gave a speech to a group of graduates, "Fail big. Don't be afraid to fail." I'll never stop failing until one day I find my success. And the same should go to you my friend who is reading this!	Fail hard and fail often is what I say, it means you’re trying! Last summer I got three interviews deep for a position at Stack Overflow before they told me I didn’t make the cut. My biggest and most proudest failure to date. Congratulations on your latest try, you’ll get there eventually.
In approx 4 -5 hours, we will be taking my sister off of the ventilator & she will most like die within an hour. She had "routine" surgery for a hiatal hernia 2 weeks ago, and because of chemo & radiation from 25 years ago (breast cancer), there were complications. Fast forward two weeks, she coded twice, she's been on a ventilator for two weeks, chest tubes, feeding tube, etc., she's has at least one major stroke, has been throwing what they call "clot showers". Neuro team has said that she will never come back. She will always be a vegetable & on a breathing tube. She has always said that she would not want this. And we do not want that for her. So today, I say goodbye to my only sister, my only sibling. My best friend. I love you, Sissy.	These awful twists and turns of life can be so needlessly cruel. I’m so sorry for your loss, friend. Sending lots of love and peace your way.
This is a pretty big dump so they’ll have to wait. Hello Reddit	Just upvoted cause i’m on the shitter too LMAO
Yeah thats it. My parents were complaining to each other about me. My dad said “[little sister’s name]? She’ll work until she drops. She’s going to go places in life. This one (me)? oh I’m tired. I’m sad. I’m depressed. Thats all that comes out of her mouth.” They were both complaining about how I should work harder to be a better role model to my little sister and how I make their lives difficult. I always knew my dad didn’t like me that much, but damn. In case it matters, yes I was diagnosed by a professional with severe clinical depression. I try so hard to keep it in check. I take my meds, I try to follow a healthy lifestyle, keep my room from turning back into a depression nest, I’m starting therapy soon. Why isn’t that enough? Edit: I wanted to come back and say thank you to the people who reached out privately, or commented with words of kindness and support. You guys have helped shake me out of the mental shock I felt when I heard him say that. I hope at least most of you can come back and read this note, so you know how much gratitude I have for your empathy and kindness. Thank you.	Damn, I'm so sorry to hear that. I tend to think of depression as walking down a rough gravel road. Sometimes there are smoother, sandier spots and sometimes there are bigger, sharper rocks. Those without depression have shoes, while those with depression don't (it's a simplification, I know). Sometimes it's hard for those with shoes on to understand why it's so hard for those of us who are barefoot to take that next step forward. Please be kind to yourself and remember that there will always be others out there who understand how hard it is to be barefoot. You got this.
His family is behind on rent. For the first time ever, they're looking at no Christmas as well. He wanted to borrow half of his next paycheck to pay rent, late, this month. This is a classic snowball. There's no way out. He'd be late in January, setting up the same situation moving forward, lather/rinse/repeat. His family shouldn't sign up for that. I'm not signing up for that. I told him no. I told him why. I told him that I valued him as a person and an employee. Then I paid his outstanding December rent, with a little left over for holiday gifts. I called it a Christmas Bonus. I'm taking a chance on this guy. I'm investing in his well-being. I want him here for a few years at least. It was a risky, but pragmatic decision - and it also happened to feel like the right thing to do. I hope it's the right thing to do. I don't know his family. He's a bright guy, six kids, a wife he's been with for 20 years. I have a good feeling about this. Let's be brave this year. Let's choose risk, strength and investment. Let's be kind to one another where we can and how it matters. Maybe we can build a better reality. Edit: thanks y'all. This turned out to be really uplifting. I don't feel right talking about this kind of thing irl, so I came here to get it omc. Keep the love alive, folks.	My boss took a chance on me too once. And its been 2 yrs since that moment, and I never stop giving him my best.
My mom constantly shares posts about how kids are ungrateful, and how they need to be thankful that their parents pays the water/electric/mortgage etc. I no longer live at home but I have a young sister who does, and I feel so sad for her. Providing necessities for your children is not doing them a favor, it is fulfilling a parental obligation to care for your child. I'm so tired of toxic parents who make their kids feel like a burden because "I don't HAVE to pay these bills. You can move out if you don't like it here." Using necessities to guilt trip your child who is too young to care for themselves is fucked up.	It is literally illegal not to provide your children with basic necessities. If you don't run red lights, are you doing someone a favor?
Hello,I am from Myanmar and I am sure most of you have seen the news.Its chaotic here.(Disclaimer:I know Myanmar receieved bad rep from the Rohingya case,but please.Try and understand.The military government commited genocide.Not the people.People didn´t speak out for the matter because till the last two decades,we were ruled like its North Korea.Cut off from the outside world,brainwashed by the government.Most atrocious crimes commited by the soldiers were kept in the dark from the people.So on behalf of my country,I sincerely apologize for not giving a damn when the Rohingya were oppreseed and brutually murdered) Since Feb 1st,the military led by the same scam who comitted the crimes above,attempted a coup and took over the country.They locked up our true leaders,Daw Aung San Su Kyi and President U Win Myint.behind bars and charged them with the most ridiculous lawsuits.The same thing happened in 1988 and the country took a nose dive deep down into poverty.If they succeed this time,I don´t know what would happen to us.People got on the streets and protested against the armed criminals,to give us back our democratically elected government.And they used live ammunation to disperse the crowd.Up to this day,more than 6 people have been shot by the soldiers,the lapdogs of the Military.At nights,the cops,who now serve the dictators,violate our rights and arrest civillians.The roles of Cops and robbers have been reversed;as even the hooligans and some criminals must now guard the people from getting snatched in the middle of the night.The oppression has been getting worse,as of today they were violently arresting peaceful protesters and the cops and soldiers dress up as civillians and used their force against the people.They even hired thugs to cause riots.And tomorrow,on Feb 28th,the people from Indonesia,Thailand,Taiwan,Hongkong will be together with us,as the Milktea Alliance.There is no doubt that,tomorrow the peaceful protesters will be met with the most atrocious violence different from the previous days.Blood has been shed,so we must prevail in this "နွေဦးတော်လှန်ရေး(Spring revolution)",for the people who had to give their lives up.I am really nervous and scared.But I must be empty of fear tomorrow.All of us have to.Or the dictators will win and our country will be done for.No human rights.No foreign investment.Shitty education that brainwash our children to forever serve the Military government without question. (I am sorry if you find mistakes or offensive meanings as I am not very good at English.)	As a person that protested regularly during December's Revolution In Sudan 2018, I will give you helpful advice so you can try to stay as safe as possible. 1. DON'T walk in groups before the protest starts, it will look suspicious and you will get arrested. 2. Protect yourself against tear gas by carrying a small spray of yeast water (mix yeast with water) or vinegar soaked tissues kept in a plastic bag and inhale it after you get attacked. 3. DON'T carry a back pack or anything that will make it easier to catch you if you get chased by the police, use a fanny pack 4. DELETE DELETE DELETE everything that is related to the government or the protests from your phone before leaving the house. Delete the same stuff from all of your social media or make your social accounts anonymous (not your real name) and log out of them all. The point of this is so if you get arrested, you can deny any protesting activitiesn and they won't be able to prove otherwise. 5. If you hear Live Ammunition, Run and keep yourself as low to the ground as possible and if the sound of it gets closer, Lay flat on the floor immediately. 6. When hearing the sound of tear gas cannisters firing, Look Up to see the direction of which the canister will fall and run opposite to it. 7. Don't wear any bright colours. Be safe, and don't worry, You won't be scared as soon as you shout your first chant. More Power to you! and No voice is stronger and louder than the voices of the people. ✊🏿✊🏿✊🏿✊🏿✊🏿✊🏿 EDIT: My first silver!! Thanks everyone for the awards and upvotes! I hope OP finds it helpful
*Correction: She killed herself AFTER I rejected her, but she was already sick and it’s wasn’t really because* I wouldn’t date her. Thank you for the kind understanding comments. It’s really nice to see this much support from people who get it. Whoa, you really are a supportive group of people. These are more awards than I have time to count, and thank you so much for them! I’m reading through the comments now. EDIT: For clarification, this was a few years back, maybe 5-6 years ago. If I had known she was suicidal, I would have tried to get help, but I refuse to accept any blame for decisions that I did not make. One night in high school, I went to a pool party about 20 minutes away. Probably like 80-90 people from a lot of different schools were there. I stood around talking to some guys I recognized from water polo. We told random stories about games, complained about refs, and laughed about stuff that always happens at practice. I was having a good time. Then a girl came by, put her arm on my shoulder, and said "hey tough guy, what's your name?" In my 23 years, it's happened very few times that a girl at a party has come up to me and wanted to talk, and that was one of them, so I was excited. She pulled me away from the squad and we introduced ourselves. I thought she had the hots for me, but she took me over to someone else who was standing alone, and said "I want you to meet my friend Sophia" (not her real name). The first girl left really soon after that, implying that Sophia and I should hang out with each other. Sophia went to school in the opposite direction, about half an hour away from me. We chatted for a minute or two, but I wasn't interested and I wanted to go back to the water polo squad. I thought it would be rude to leave Sophia by herself, so I asked her if she wanted to talk to the squad. She said no. I said it was nice meeting her and that I was going back. Sophia stopped me on my way out and asked for my number. I said "no but it was nice meeting you." The next Thursday, I got a text that said "hey this is Sophia. Christina introduced us at the party last week. You seem like a cool guy. How about we see a movie tomorrow night and get dinner?" She had found my number somehow and wasn't afraid to use it. I responded "no thanks. I'm not interested." I got similar messages each week, along with memes and random texts/jokes. I gave her the same response twice, then I stopped responding, and finally I blocked her after about four weeks of giving her the shoulder. One day, someone told me they heard that a girl named Sophia [last name] at another school had killed herself over being rejected by me. I googled her name, and some local news stations had reported on the suicide. I looked up her name on Facebook and saw she was tagged in so many posts, mourning the loss. I have no idea how, but people had somehow heard it was over a rejection, which was being referenced in a lot of those posts. Thank God no one called me out by name. I wasn't anonymous either. I started getting really angry messages, calls, and even voicemails from people I didn't know saying how it was all my fault, that I should have given her a chance, and that an innocent young girl is dead over my thoughtlessness. I had to deactivate my Facebook and change my number since I was getting so many angry messages. Thank God people who knew her lived so far away. Otherwise they might have shown up at my front door too. I feel terrible that Sophia ended her life. Anyone's suicide is really sad. I wish Sophia would have gotten help and moved on with her life. That said, no one should ever be pressured into taking someone out on a date, and I will never apologize for saying no to her.** EDIT: I tried to take out the less important details.	she did not kill herself over this. she was already ill. and it was not your responsibility or fault at all, it’s messed up for anyone to blame you. like you just said, no one should ever be pressured into dating someone. certainly not guilt-tripped into it. you did nothing wrong.
Include them in your grandchild child count, your niece or nephew count, your great grandchild count. If you think of them, say something to their parents. Just say their name. It means so much. My daughter was born this year. She also died this year. She’s still my daughter, and a granddaughter, and a great granddaughter, and someday hopefully soon she’ll be someone’s older sister. I’m heart broken. I miss my baby, and I’m sick of juggling my grief with teaching people how to interact with a grieving person. Edit: Seriously overwhelmed by all the love. A lot of people have asked for her name. Her name is Cora June. ❤️	Many people say they are afraid to mention the loved one who has passed because they don’t want to bring attention to the emotional pain. The reality is the pain is always there. Mentioning the loved one who is gone keeps their memory and spirit alive. It keeps them remembered and their surviving loved ones appreciate it. Best to you and your family as you navigate your year of firsts without your daughter.
My (29m) wife (27f) is Asexual, meaning that she has no interest in sex and does not experience sexual attraction. Sometimes we get told things on the internet or irl that annoy the crap out of me. My wife and I have been together for seven years and married for four. We are extremely happy together and she is legit one of the most attractive women (especially after we both started working out... I mean she always was hot, but now.... dayum) that I have ever laid eyes on. She 'came out' a few months after we started having sex (I was her first), when over time, she realised she wasnt enjoying it as much as I was. The first myth I want to get off my chest is, SHE DOES NOT HATE SEX! That does not mean she desires sex, she doesnt, like at all. However she is not repulsed or hates it. What was different initially was that sex was awkward for a while. She would get very distracted, bored and felt uncomfortable (while consenting) throughout the entire thing. She has gotten better, and more used to it over time and to be honest (having had alloromantic (non-asexual) partners in the past) the best sex that I have ever experienced has been with her. She understands as a raging heterosexual male, I have desires and she willingly let's me have sex with her to meet those desires. That will be something I will always be thankful for. Asexuality isnt caused by '"not having good sex" She just doesnt want it. She doesnt masturbate, watch porn or anything like that. She never had any interest in sex before she met me and she wouldn't care if she never thought about sex again. Finally asexuality doesnt mean she doesnt want kids. Having kids is something that we both want and she always talks about wanting to be a mum. A few weeks ago we found out we are expecting our first. This has made us both really happy and she cannot wait to start a family with me. I love my wife to death, and do not want anyone else. She everything to me, And I could not imagine being with someone else.	Since you want to educate do you mind if I ask a couple of questions? I am honestly curious because you sound OK with the situation. Does she find pleasure while you are having sex? I mean does it physically stimulate her? Does she actively participate? Do you get any intimacy from having sex with her? Does she get any intimacy?
I 31f pelt a banana this morning and asked my husband 34m if he wanted a bite. He said yes. I walked over to him, directed the banana towards his mouth and as he opened his mouth, I deep throated him with the banana. He did that gag sound and looked at me in shock. I froze cause I was thinking why the fack did I do that to him. He said "what the actual fuck is wrong with you and pissed himself laughing. I then dropped to the floor pissing myself laughing. I'm going to deep throat that man tonight. Edit: Haha I find it so funny that pelt was the thing that stood out in my post. I'm in NZ and that is the word we use for peeled. Thanks for the good laugh to the comments in my thread.	I'm still hung up on using "pelt" as the past participle of peel...
Everyone has to be an expert on everything and have an answer for everything So much misinformation and information pulled out of peoples ass just because they for some reason think saying "i dont know" makes them less than or stupid. Even better you can say " i dont know but i can find out" rather than waffeling on for 15 minutes but saying nothing. You dont need to have an answer for everything, we learn from mistakes we learn from being asked questions we havent thought to ask. Id have more respect for someone being honest and saying lets figure this one out rather than spewing aload of bs because you need to have a answer.	This should be normalized and the message should be spread. Not knowing the answer does not make you stupid. To me, true intelligence is in your ability to use resources and find an answer. That might mean learning from an expert or looking something up. Intelligence is not knowing everything, but being open to learning.
Thats it, I have finally came out to a lot of people. I can not come out to my Family as they are all homophobes. Thanks for reading	Hugz, brother.
You're a fuck up? Fat, loser, poor, ugly, mental? It's your problem, and it's your fault. You're supposed to have a positive attitude about everything, never have a moment of doubt, be focused, work hard, remember anything is possible. So you try to get your life together. Apply for jobs constantly, even though your resume is shit. One typo in your cover letter, you're out of the running. Keep grinding away, searching for jobs you're going to hate. Manage to get one interview, finally. Botch one question. You're done. Work on your appearance. Gotta eat healthy, exercise, shop for clothes, figure out what kind of cosmetic bullshit you're lacking, read articles on how to style yourself. And even though you have a functioning body with all its parts, there's still that one thing weird about you. So everyone thinks you're ugly. Constantly wage battle against your neurosis, your addictions, the darkness in your past, and try, just try, to be level headed and positive for a day. Good luck with that. You'll always be fucking weird. Spend hours and hours every week working on your hobby. You're still shit at it. Wanna at least share what you've accomplished with your friends and family. They don't care. Managed to make peace with all that? Of course not, but you're gonna try to move on. Try to bond with people in a meaningful and fulfilling way...... lol. Need a vacation. Or hell, just to go out to a nice restaurant for some drinks and a nice meal. Any extra money to spend? Nope. You're always poor. You don't even know how or why you exist and if there's a reason for any of this shit to be happening, and you never will. Try to post your thoughts about this on Reddit. Nope. You fucked up the Subreddit's rules. Try posting again later. Oh, you finally managed to get a self post up without fucking anything up? Doesn't matter. No one will read or upvote it. Life is fucking hard. And it's your fault.	I will say, as someone who is finally starting to get a handle on life at 34 (I'm still a baby) - everything you do wrong, just the growing list of wrong helps you build enough character to find your version of right. My right isn't everyone else's version of right but I'm finding this thing called being satisfied. Happy? No, I don't think I am capable of ever feeling happy but I'm on this track to being like, "Okay, I can work with this" or "okay, this is working for me". I am forging my own path instead of finding someone else's that I try to change myself to follow. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to blow smoke up your ass, I still get really fucking miserable too. I don't have a spouse/partner/person or even get laid. It's the one thing I want like CRAZY but I want to figure myself out enough so that when I do get that person, we are right for each other and it isn't a total fuck-up and it isn't wrong, again. I always find shit that's wrong, usually it's me. I'm trying to figure out the right version of me and who she needs as a romantic interest. I'm so tired of being wrong for everyone, I'm ready for someone being right for me. Make sense? EDIT: Thank you for the gold, kind stranger.
I just have no one else to share this with. It’s moments like this that make me feel glad to be alive and blessed to be married to her.	This is adorable <3 your marriage sounds beautiful! Go kiss that wifey again haha
Dear Shana, This all began when you and another woman went into a sex toy store with my husband. A few months before that, I took my husband to a sex toy store. He was absolutely mortified to be there with me. He literally asked me if we could just go get ice cream instead. The first time he picked you up from your house for dinner, I had fucked him that morning. When he complained to you that his cold boring wife hadn't touched him in a month, I FUCKED HIM FOUR TIMES THAT WEEK. You asked him why he didn't want to open his relationship, that way he could get his needs met elsewhere. He told you it's because I would never agree to it. FUCKING LOOK AT ME. If we had an open marriage, there would be a line of guys around the fucking block trying to hit this. THAT'S WHY. You asked him if I was kinky and he told you I wasn't. Ignoring the fact that I came into the relationship with all the whips, chains, and handcuffs. WAP is a biography of my life. He asked me to put the toys away, and I was more than willing since the sex was good enough that I didn't need the extra spice. March 15th... When he texted you on March 15th, it's true, it had been a couple of weeks since I was able to be intimate with him. The IVF hormones had left me so bloated and uncomfortable I was barely able to move. While I was in surgery getting my eggs removed to have his fucking child, he was sitting in the waiting room telling you how much he missed the taste of you. And in July, when I had a miscarriage, instead of mourning with me, he was waiting for a call from you. We were planning on buying a bigger car to fit all the incoming baby stuff. He told you the bigger car was that so you two would have more room to fuck. I just want you to know, everything that man said was a lie. I'm not mean, I'm not cold. I am a firecracker in the bedroom and I still fit into my wedding dress despite the rollercoaster of hormones and fertility medications. But he still never talked to me the way he talked to you. In fact, he treated me much in the way your husband treats you.	I hope you send this and then delete them both from your life forever.
Yeah, I self-quarantined. I caught fever symptoms and can't get tested because of President Dumbass. But I've been training for this my whole life. I have social anxiety, like a month of sick days saved up, plenty of toilet paper, a huge backlog on Steam, and a stockpile of THC/CBD edibles. My fever got up to 101 at one point but now it's come back down to 100 and I'm feeling better. I'm 38, always had a pretty strong immune system, and even before I got sick I was in the habit of taking a gram of vitamin C every morning (edited in later: which might help with fighting off symptoms but don't think it'll make you immune or anything). So I'm probably fine, though I'm not coming out of my apartment till I've finished replaying KOTOR 2 and gotten better at Factorio. Anyway, no one knows, I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want to worry them and I hardly know anyone to tell anyway. If you're reading this, you're the first to hear the news! (Edited in later: by the way it was probably just the flu)	Thank you for self-quarantining! Please at least call/email/message your public health department and let them know what symptoms you’ve experienced. It can really help them track the disease.
Apologies for the format because I'm on mobile. Also English isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes. Throwaway account because my dog uses Reddit and I don't want my family knowing about this because if I do I'll be disowned (you'll see why in a second.) Obligatory this didn't happen today, but three days ago. Delete if not allowed. So this is a long one. Tl;dr at the end. Me= me (duh) NCW= Nasty co-worker, my coworker who's awful all the time, let's call her Sheila (not her real name obviously) BM= bad manager (we'll call him Jim, also not his real name obviously) NCWBH= nasty customer with bad haircut MRUDWAWWM= my Reddit using dog who also works with me (long story, check my comment history for more details) So for some background when I was seven I really really hated spiders. Also, my family owns a house we inherited from my grandfather in 1972.... Edit: a word EDIT: wow I didn't expect this to blow up so hard! Thanks so much, you really put a smile on my face! Edit 2: rip my inbox Edit 3: wow thanks for the silver kind stranger!!! Edit 4: WOW two silvers!!! Thanks! Edit:. THANKS FOR THE GOLD STRANGER MY FIRST GOLD	This is so accurate lmao
I just had a video call from one of my best friends showing off his two beautiful twins, one of which is named after...me! Soooo After spending at least the last two/three years suffering from horrendous depression, struggling with anxiety and doubting my self worth or point of existence, I managed to start crawling out of my hole this past year. And I can not begin to describe how much this gesture was the cherry on top of the cake. I feel like i've had an adrenaline shot of self worth! Knowing my friends thought highly enough of me means the world. Trust me, I know they might have just liked my name... aaaaand i know it might not be that big a deal but for me I'm taking it as a win and am gonna do my best to be the perfect Role model for future mini me! P.S. Thank you for the gold! Very kind 😁 I've been reading everyone's comments, sorry I can't reply to all but know they all mean a lot to me xx	I give me best wishes to TheHornedHeathen jr. Holy... this blew up more than I thought it would. Ty for the gold kind stranger.
My son‘s 3 years old. He just had a small tantrum, nothing more or less. We were all sitting at the table and my boyfriend (M30) had a bad day so he slapped my child so hard he fell from the chair. My bf got mad at me because after the incident I was holding my son in my arms to reassure him that everything was fine. He had no marks on him but I felt so disgusted and angry. I still am. I wanna leave him. I just don‘t know how. My son‘s no verbal so he gets frustrated when no one understands him. It‘s still no excuse to do that!! Even sometimes, my bf gets frustrated with my child when he can‘t do something quick enough. I‘ve understood now that he‘s a ticking time bomb. UPDATE: I‘m overwhelmed with all the help and advice you all gave me! Thank you so much, I felt more confident after reading these and broke up with him. My child‘s the most important thing in my life and police are already called. For those who didn‘t understand why I did nothing when it happened, it is because I‘m not as muscular and big as him. I‘m petite and he‘s far more strong. When my baby fell from the chair, I protected him with my body, it was the only thing I could do. We all were so shocked and couldn‘t believe it happened.	I had a shitty day too..where's your boyfriend? I just want to talk...
I know it probably doesn’t seem like a big deal. But to me it was huge. I had a counselling session earlier, and we talked about me being very codependent and how I can’t do anything without having someone else with me. If none of my friends are around, I stay in bed and play games rather than going out to do things by myself. Well today when I left the counselling session, I hopped on the bus home and I passed a local pub, in a split second I made the decision to get off the bus and go in for some food. I had the sweatiest palms in all of Ireland going in, and I was also put at a very central table which made me feel like I was center of attention, in a bad way. But after a few minutes I got comfortable, ordered my food, ate it, enjoyed my coffee slowly, paid and left. I was so fucking proud of myself for being to just enjoy my own company. I can’t wait to do it again, here’s to the start of an independent future! EDIT: WOW honestly I can’t even put into words how I feel right now. The support I have gotten off everyone has been surreal and my heart is so full. To everyone who said they are proud of me, thank you. To everyone who is similar to me and fighting their own battles,I wish you all the love and support to get through them. And thank you for the awards too I’ve never gotten any before so that was really cool, especially to the person who gave me Gold, the message you sent with it actually made me cry it meant so much. You are all beautiful people and thank you for making this one of the most important days of my life. I love you all.	I wouldn't say I have codependency issues... but I've never had the courage to eat by myself in public. Fat girl judgement issues in my case. Congratulations on taking such a huge step; it might not seem like much to some but i understand how much it must mean to you!
There's a man sitting on the front porch of where I live right now. He slept with the woman who lives upstairs last night and he is currently lying to you on the phone, 11:40 AM EST. This is in the suburbs on Philadelphia, Montgomery County. He came home with the woman upstairs last night from the bar where she works, they made a racket, stomping around and talking at about 3:00 AM doing God knows what, and then had super quiet boring sex afterwards. Currently he's Uttering the phrases: “if you don’t trust me, after everything we’ve been through” “I was trying to get home last night“ “I always tell you the truth” I can't tell you much about him other than he doesn't have a car and he sounds like a piece of shit. Don't trust him. Don't get your heart broken by this piece of shit. He's gas-lighting the fuck out of you girl on the phone RIGHT NOW, you're better than him. He is lying to you outright and doesn't value the relationship at all. I don't know you, but no one deserves this. Edit: Hey, motorcycle guy. You guys had been arguing, you were gone for a few days, didn't know you two were still dating, might want to talk to your lady tooooooooo.	UGH the projection of "you don't trust me" makes me SO. ANGRY. Every cheater is guilty of that shit because they feel like an ass but don't want to stop because they're getting what they want while having the "comfort" of someone to come home to. I hope their partner sees this and dumps them to the curb quick-fast. What a dick.
Three years ago I(48 m) found out my wife (46 f) was having an affair. She met a guy at work and came home one day telling me she was in love with him, no longer loved me and wanted a divorce. This was a guy she’d only known for three months at the time. She and I had been together since we were in our 20’s. We have three kids 28m, 26m and 23 f. Well I tried to fight for my marriage and didn’t want a divorce but she simply would not stop seeing this guy. After one weekend where she disappeared from Friday afternoon to Sunday night I ended up throwing her out of the house. She immediately moved in with this guy. The only excuse she ever gave me was “I never wanted to hurt you, but there’s just something about this guy.” And “I deserve to be happy.” That was it. That was the depth of her reasoning for throwing everything we built together away. We ended up finalizing our divorce in early 2022. Although I had very hard feelings toward her I faked it enough to get pretty favorable divorce terms from her. It seemed she was so eager to be with her dream man that she didn’t have time for a long divorce. So in the end I got to keep my pension and the house (which I had bought from my grandmother). I did have to give her half of my 401k however. The effect on our kids was pretty devastating. All three of them took it very hard. My oldest son told her that if she chose this man he’d never have a relationship with her again. As of right now neither of our sons has a relationship with their mother. Our daughter does talk to her from time to time but their relationship is very strained to say the least. My daughter is a very kind person and she tries but she usually ends her conversations with her mother even more upset than when they started. About four months after the divorce my ex contacted me out of the blue. She told me she had made a terrible mistake and asked if she could come home. He dream man turned out to be an alcoholic who she says is verbally abusive and wasted all of her money. I used this opportunity to tell her exactly what I thought of her as a person, a wife and a mother. I told her this was her life now and to deal with it. I told her she no longer had a home at this house and to never contact me again. Then a few things happened over the last year that have driven her to start trying to contact me again. First off I met someone. My sister introduced me to a friend of hers who is also divorced and she and I hit it off. We’ve been seeing each other since last summer and while we’ve agreed that neither of us wants to get married again, we are together. Once my ex heard about this she once again tried to contact me but I ignored her. My son also got married and didn’t invite his mother. She again contacted me to try to get me to intervene on her behalf. I told her I would talk to him but I never did. Secretly I feel like she deserves all the pain she’s feeling when it comes to our kids. She destroyed our family without so much as an afterthought. Too bad, so sad. Now she recently told our daughter that she finally broke it off with the dream man because she could take his drinking and total lack of responsibility. He wasted her half of the 401k that I had to give her. He also totaled her car driving drunk. This from a man in his 40’s. Again she knew this guy for three months and torpedoed our whole family for him. On the face of it I act like I feel sorry for her but inside I really delight in the fact that she’s so unhappy. Call me evil or whatever I don’t care. She brought this on herself and it serves her right. I actually had to sit there one Saturday night while she got ready for a date with this guy and laughed on the phone with her friend about how awkward our living situation was. I lived in hell for over a year because of her. Wait until she finds out our son and his wife are going to have a baby later this year. Maybe if she had been able to keep her legs closed she’d get to meet her grandchild. Enjoy your shitty one bedroom apartment and your broken down used car. Me and my new partner will think of you when we’re on vacation in Hawaii this summer. Hawaii was the trip my ex and I always planned to take once our daughter finished college. Maybe I’ll send her pictures. TL;DR: my ex cheated on me and now she’s miserable and I’m overjoyed.	Unless you've been there, it is impossible to understand the mindf\*ck that is an exit affair. Seeing the natural consequences come to fruition must be something. I hope Hawaii is amazing!
I needed to get milk this afternoon. My one year old and I were in line to check out at the store when the lady in front of us was looking at stuffed animal bunnies for Easter and put one in her cart. She paid, walked back to the line, handed my little girl the stuffed bunny, and said "Here you go." I was confused and stunned. She looked at my little girl and said "Happy Easter" and to me "I paid for it already." before walking away and leaving the store. To the woman who did this: I wish I had time to say more than "thank you so much" to you. More than the extremely kind gesture, the $2.98 you spent, or the smile you put on my daughter's face as she kissed the bunny the whole way home...you gave me, a single mom who has been through absolute hell, has virtually no support, and is barely hanging on, proof that good people exist. A reminder not to give up. That the world isn't always so ugly. That there's hope. To have faith in humanity. I don't know what compelled you to do this as we weren't special (well, my little girl is but you couldn't have known that) and there were other kids in line, but your gift today was so much more than you realize. I will keep that little bunny in plain sight, not only for my daughter to enjoy, but as the daily reminder I need that people like you do exist. Thank you isn't enough. Edit: Holy cow, look at this reaction...looks like we all needed this! I am so happy to have been able to share some of the faith in humanity it gave me with all of you, and even more excited to see that it inspired many of you to do something similar. I plan to pay it forward many times over. For any of you who are hesitant to do something like this, I encourage you to do it anyway. Coming from the recipient side, I think the payoff is worth the risk. And thank you so much for all the awards...but take your award money and go buy a stuffed bunny!	You reminded me of a similar story that makes me happy. A couple of years ago when my daughter was in 1st grade, I was trying to be as upbeat and positive as I could even though I would be missing Christmas with her for the first time due to a separation and eventual divorce. We had gone to a craft store to pick up some stuff to decorate together: poster boards, sequins, glue, etc etc. we’re standing in line to check out, and my daughter sees a sparkly eyed rainbow poodle stuffed animal. She starts going off on how amazing it is, and I just say, “I know, baby. But I already got all your Christmas presents, and we’re just here to pick up arts and crafts to do together.” She just says, “OK.” There was this ginormous grizzled biker dude in front of us in line. I notice when it was his turn to pay, he snagged the rainbow poodle toy, and I assumed he got it for his granddaughter. Turns out, he bought it for my daughter but left before we knew. Random kindness from strangers is the BEST. I’m so happy we’ve both experienced this. ❤️
I 23 F and my husband 34 M we arranged married for a few weeks now. He seemed so sweet and Caring and still is currently but one problem he has been raping me even though I beg him to not have sex. He has torn me so bad I've been bleeding down there and barely can sit. He says he wants to have sex a lot so I'd get pregnant but I honestly don't want to get pregnant right now because we don't have a house or anything right now. I'm not entirely sure what to do anymore I'm in so much pain from being raped and torn. I beg my mom for help but she laughs it off like it's not a big deal. Any advice or just words of support would be appreciated....	If you are in the US, this is what you do. Tell him you think you may be pregnant. Lie. Get to your OBGYN and tell them as soon as you are alone in a room. If he says he wants to go and pushes to be there, tell him this is for women only. Lie. Ask for a rape kit and an exam. You will not go home with him. If he is so controlling that he demands to be there, draw a pea sized black dot on the center of your palm and show it to your medical assistant or OBGYN in some way. Write on the intake forms in smaller words that you need help.. There is a way out of this.
For the first time in my miserable life I just said fuck my social anxiety and outright asked a girl out! And she said yes!!! I’m so goddamn proud of myself right now!!!! I’m done now lmao just needed to let this out somewhere Update 1: Holy shit people! I definitely wasn’t expecting this! Thanks for the silver! ( even though I have no clue what that does lol) and thanks to all of y’all for the support and well wishes! I will definitely update y’all after the date. Also I seen at least one comment asking how exactly it happened so I figured I’d tell y’all it was on a dating app. This girl and I have been talking for the past couple days but the conversation was dying out and I didn’t want yet another ghosting situation, so somehow I got over the idea that her saying no was the worst thing in the world and I just took the plunge. As good as that made me feel, y’all’s response has boosted my confidence more than anything else! I sincerely thank you all for the advice and all the confidence boosting lmao!	Big W
I'm honestly just here to rant. I can't put this on real media for obvious eeaaon. Dude. You texted me over 100 times in four hours. After I told you to stop contacting me. The only reason I havent blocked your number is because you said you moved into the same complex I live in (he named it then I said 'weird I live there') I've seen too many documentaries about dead girls to let you get a rise out of me. You will not provoke me into response Well. I guess you got one. A police report. For harassment. The complex may not be willing to release your info to the deputy, but it's fine. Deputy was awesome and took me seriously. You'll have a warrant soon and I plan to serve that. Don't tell a woman to stay inside. And don't harass a woman who isn't interested in you. You fucked with the wrong one. Idc if im the first one youve done this to, or if you've done worse things to other girls, but im not letting you think its ok to talk to another human like this. Thank you for coming to my reddit rant.	I’m so glad they took you seriously. These creeps need to be called out on their bad behavior. If he did that to you, I doubt you are the first. Did you notify the dating site you used too?
It's all in the title	Thank you for doing what you do.
I work as a phlebotomist and am in contact with many people daily, thank goodness there’s a mandatory mask policy in every building/store where I live. After we closed our laboratory and office up, everyone obviously took off their isolation gowns and masks but I just left my pink surgical mask on while I organized stuff. My co worker looked at me and said “take that off you look like a weird fuck” and was delighted that some other people laughed at her sick shitty sense of humour. So I just looked her in the eyes and said “well shit, I’m sorry that I have a dad with asthma and a mom with diabetes that I don’t want dead, I don’t know where you’ve been so don’t tell me what to do” After that it was silence and triumphantness for me, everyone put their masks on after that. Don’t fucking say that to someone who’s trying to protect their family. EDIT: WOWIE! I woke up and saw the overwhelming support and love from all you kind people, it made me smile so much especially knowing there are so many others that support me and support wearing masks to keep others safe. Keep being beautiful everyone :P	u handled that well
You know in class where your teacher puts everyone’s names on a stick in a cup then randomly draws to call on people? Well a month into school I took mine out and disposed of it in a dumpster like a serial killer.	Honestly that’s pretty lit, i applaud you
I always tell people I know who have been having affairs to end their relationships instead of continuously going behind their partner’s back. It fucking sucks to be cheated on. If you are not happy and contented, be a grown ass man/woman and straight up tell your partner that you aren’t happy / if another person makes you happy. I’d always choose blatantly telling it right to my face than finding it out myself. If you are stopping yourself from saying it because you have been together for years and you got kids, you should have thought about that before even starting an affair. People may have different reasons for cheating but FFS have the decency to tell you partners you want to be with someone else.	Agreed. Its not wrong to fall out of love with someone, it happens to all of us. It is wrong to not give your partner the respect and honesty they deserve. If you liked them enough to be in a relationship you should like them enough to end your relationship like a mature adult.
my boyfriend and I are both currently in college and live together in an apartment with some buddies. often, he gives me his phone to play mobile games (he downloads seriously almost every ad he sees, not kidding). while cuddling on the couch, i accidentally opened his notes app. what i found made me extremely emotional. i found a note page completely dedicated to me. all my likes and dislikes, things to remind me to do to be helpful (my ADHD often becomes a problem in my daily life), and a list of 50+ date ideas. needless to say, since this point i felt so secure and loved in my relationship. he doesn’t know i found this, but i make sure to let him now how much i appreciate him and everything he does for me daily.	This is awesome. Happy for you
We are are more than we ever hoped to become! Edit: Thank you so much to everyone who commented and told their stories. I never planned on making it to high school and for years excepted that as a simple fact of life. Now I’m 17 and looking at colleges. Reading these comments brought tears to my eyes and I just want everyone reading this to know that you matter. You being alive right now is important and meaningful and I’m glad you’re here.	I'm about 21, at least I'm still alive, that counts right?
HE SAID YES!! I am over the moon happy. 😍 I added a link for the ring style for those who asked. It’s unique, but beautiful. Will post a reaction video once I trim it and figure out how to link it. [The Ring](https://www.etsy.com/listing/720656726/mens-wedding-band-tungsten-ring-mens?ref=shop_home_active_28&pro=1&frs=1) Thank you everyone for your support! I haven’t really told anyone, more because I know it’s kind of odd for the female to ask in a relationship. But I have a ring, and an evening planned. Wish me luck! Edit/ quick update #1: Thank you all so much for the love and support. I honestly never expected this kind of response. I had wanted to respond to everyone, but just know if you commented, thank you!! Also, we are in Hawaiian time, so the update will be late tomorrow evening for most if you’re on the mainland. I promise, there will be an update! Also, for the questions about how and such- just a quiet evening at home with just the two of us (ya know, the ‘rona has the state on stay at home orders) after we get home from work. I have a couple of small things planned, and I will put those in the update tomorrow.	ill take it personally if theres no update to this. you got this, OP!!
In short, this dude on a bike asked me for directions, then told me he had a gun. He asked for my phone, I gave it to him. He looked at it, then at me, and asked me to give him my other phone, the one I was hiding. I was like man, that's the only phone I have. He told me he would search my bag, frisk me, but I kept my cool, "do it, I got nothing." Disappointed, he gave it back to me "take it, I don't want that \\\\." He then asked for my money. I was carrying $1.23 in change. He looked at me with such disappointment and didn't even take that either. He literally gave it back. It was just awkward, he kept talking, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, maybe cause I maintained my resting \\\\\* face even though he told me he was going to kill me, he was like "Dude, you know what? I like your style. Stay in school!", then he sped off on his bike. What a \\\\ing \\\\. Edit: Completely fabricated ty ty	If a theif comes to rob my house we will be searching for valuables together
It’s been a heavy month. My dad, a true, loving, hard-working role model of mine came down with Coronavirus roughly a month ago from a co-worker. Ever since the diagnosis, I had to relocate to a relative’s house after being tested, and the only contact came over the phone so it was kinda rough. Either way, he fought through it with stride, big props to my mom for being a loving wife and trooper for helping my dad recover. Even as he was in quarantine, he exercised healthily and kept good spirits, I don’t think that I could’ve been as strong as he was. Please take care of yourselves and stay safe, remember that someone loves you and wants to see you well. It’s been a rough quarantine period but I promise that this will pass and the best is yet to come! Much love and well wishes, take care!	I'm very happy for you. Since I lost my Dad to COVID-19 I've resolved to be happy for people who recover and their families. Congratulations. My you and yours have a long and wonderful life.
Facebook: No linear timeline any more. I miss heaps of posts i want to see because the fucking algorithm decides i didn't want to see it. Instagram: Same deal. No longer have a linear option. Youtube: Perhaps this is the worst one. For every one new video it shows me that i'm actually interested in, it shows me 200 that i'm not. The Youtube algorithm also regularly recommends me videos i've already seen in the "new suggestions" section. Fuck algorithms seriously. I'm so fucking sick of it. All of these websites were way better when they had an option for a linear timeline or whatever. I wish websites would stop fucking relying on them to sort content. It's fucking shit.	Totally agree. Netflix is the same: I have to setup different profiles in order to see everything they have because my original profile thinks all I want to see is sci-fi and danish murder shows.
Last Friday, I came home early. My wife was in the kitchen in thong. How could I resist? I snuck in and smacked that ass. She laughed and said ‘’Maurice, stop!’’ My name is not Maurice! Who is Maurice? I’m not sure, but I think it’s the guy in shorts who came into the kitchen after. Anyway, I left and have been receiving texts the whole weekend. Here some off my favorites: - I never meant for this to happen! - I’m sorry, I won’t do it again - (the best so far) It didn’t mean anything. You’re the only one I love. Edit: To quote Cpt Holt: ‘’why is no one having a good time? I specifically requested it.’’ Seriously though, thanks for the support. I appreciate it. And don’t worry, I’m fine. And like one commenter said, I know what to do. (no I won’t elope with Maurice!)	Very rarely I become flabbergasted on this site. I mean it’s Reddit after all. But I am genuinely lost for words reading this. I am so sorry
Hi. 22f. I've been seeing this guy for a little while. I thought he was really funny and sweet, really supportive. We've been going on dates and sleeping together and stuff. I looked over his shoulder when he was texting his roommate. I'm in his contacts as "spare hole." FML. Update: I didn't break up with him immediately. I drove us on a trip to Round Rock with his stuff in the trunk. He didn't know. We pulled into a gas station and I asked him to get me a SoBe. I got his stuff out of the trunk, put it on the sidewalk, and went home. I give credit to a Facebook post for the idea. I blocked his number. Get fucked, Cory. Update 2 He hasn't tried to get ahold of me. Part of me is relieved. My test came back clean at least. I'm going to go sleep for a very long time now. Thank you for all the support	I’d leave his things in a box on his doorstep. But I’d add a a bottle of lube with a note attached “to replace your spare hole”.
Parents complain about their kids staying inside all day but it's literally impossible to enjoy outside without spending money. I was literally sitting in a parking lot last night talking to a friend and the plaza security told us to leave because the stores had closed 😐 I can't list all the times where I've been told to leave empty parking lots because I wasn't supposed to be there when I was just trying to practice long boarding or get some fresh air. I was even told by a cop to leave my school parking lot because school had ended an hour ago and I wasn't allowed to "sit there". I remember, around Halloween, I tried to take my sister to explore a local "haunted" abandoned church in the middle of nowhere and 2 FUCKING COP CARS followed us and told us that it was trespassing and we needed to leave. Luckily we're teenage girls so they didn't give us a ticket or anything but god damn, two whole cop cars?? Don't they have ANYTHING better to do?? Parks close at sundown. The beach closes at sundown. Not to mention if you try to go during the day, some Karen always has a stick up her ass when she sees a group of teens skating or talking too loudly. You can't do shit anymore. No wonder kids stay inside.	I'm older (34) and I haven't even considered this. We kinda had free range, for the most part, in the 90's. But you're so right!! There isn't anywhere for kids to go. And when they do, they get questioned by adults. I'd stay inside too, if that were the case.
Alright so first of all I’m white as hell. Like total cracker. 195% Saltine American. My wife is so Mexican that she can lob her chancla from the kitchen and hit me upside the head no matter where I am in the house. Because of this, my wife’s family has always been very suspicious of me and concerned for my wife for marrying a white boy. Fair enough, i understand Mexican culture pretty well enough to know how important family is to them and for a while I thought i was contaminating their family because of all the dirty looks they would give me for being so white. Well, a few weeks ago my wife’s grandma drove up from San Antonio to Dallas where we live and we spent the whole day together. It was a lot of fun besides the fact that they spoke Spanish to each other most of the time and I couldn’t understand any of it. When the day was over and it was time to go home, we were saying goodbyes when my grandma Maria hugs me, kisses my cheek and says, “Thank you for taking care of my grand daughter. I love you Mijo.” For those who don’t know what mijo is in Spanish, it technically means “son” but it’s so much more than that. It’s a term of pure endearment. To her, to my wife, and to me it was accepting me into the family with open arms. Needless to say I cried that whole day. It was one of the greatest days of my life and I have never felt so accepted and loved than in that moment. Edit: The support I’m receiving from this post has been overwhelming. I never would have expected to see so many people in the same position as my wife and me. Thank you so much to all who support us!	Awww I was so excited when my grandma called my husband mijo.
I am a teenager living in Armenia, a fairly conservative country. Since we have been having ongoing clashes with our neighbor, Azerbaijan, our youth is raised extremely patriotic. And so was I. I love my country, I love its history, culture. I have a loving family and friends here. However, I’m gay. Gay people are not persecuted by law, but they are extremely frowned upon in the society. If I came out, I would immediately lose my whole family and most of my friends, and probably end up on streets. Every year or two, border clashes intensify for few days. Last week was the most terrible since the war in 1992. 250 lives were lost, and the number keeps increasing. And I’m most likely getting drafted in few months. I hate to admit this, but I don’t wanna die for a country that doesn’t accept me. I don’t wanna die protecting people who will kill me if they find out who I am. I don’t wanna die before being able to experience love, finding a soulmate. I just want to live an average life, work 8 hours a day and come back to my husband and a dog. I just wanna be happy. Edit: I’m so grateful to each one of you. I knew that the world isn’t limited to my small country, but to realize that there are kind and accepting people out there that take small part of their time to write a reassuring message to me is incredibly comforting. Thank you.	As someone from Azerbaijan, it took me couple of rewrites to say it without coming out like a dick, but I can sympathize with you. I know how hard it can be to migrate out of a country in our region to a more... developed one can be, even if one wants to in the first place. All I can say is to be hopeful for the future of LGBT people in Armenia. Since Azerbaijan managed to learn to be more tolerant, so will Armenia.
I just wanted to let someone know without alarming people close to me. I prepared, even tested the branch of my favorite tree in my back yard to see if it would hold my weight. I had spent the morning crying and begging “god” the universe, anyone, to send me some sort of sign that I am seen and am an important part of this world. I got nothing. But then as I was standing on my deck looking at my tree, making myself comfortable with the idea of death, I realized I DO NOT want to die I just want to live differently. I’m ok, I will get some help today. Just needed to put it out there that today .......I chose to live. UPDATE! I am still here! Having no medical coverage has made getting the medications I know I need a bit difficult but I have found someone to talk to and that feels like a step in the right direction. Y’all touched my heart with your encouragement and excitement for me and my choice to live. I will always remember the day I saved my own life and a multitude of strangers cheered me on. Much love to you all.	i’m beyond proud to hear this. the fact you changed your perspective like that proves how strong you can be. I hope you live your life so it can be the best it can be ❤️
*”Consent to sex...”is what the title should have said. Just because I want to have sex with you, does NOT give YOU the right to do whatever the fuck you want to MY body. Did YOU ask ME to smack my face (and I mean SMACKED to the point of seeing white starred fragments) during sex? Thanks for instilling fear every time a hand is raised thinking I’m going to get hit. /s Did YOU ask ME to force your thumb up my ass without any warning or lubrication for that matter? Thanks for leaving a permanent scar and causing me pain every time I use the bathroom, still going on 4 years. /s Did YOU ask ME if you could choke me, to the point where I was induced into a panic attack thinking I was getting raped again? Thanks for confusing the validity of my past, and thinking I am being overly dramatic about my trauma. /s Did YOU ask ME to have sex with me in my sleep? Just because we made out before bed and I told you I was too tired to have sex when you engaged, DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN JUST DO THAT IN MY SLEEP! THAT IS NOT CONSENT. WTF IS WRONG WITH YALL?? At first, I had the narrative say “Did I ask you”...but no! This shouldn’t me my fault that people assume they have full rights to my body when I consent to have sex with them. ASK my kinks. COMMUNICATE with me what I like, and what you like too! If I don’t like it, it does NOT mean you have the right to do it, FIND SOMEONE ELSE WHO LIKES YOUR KINKS. It’s non consensual, and it is assault. How is it this hard to fucking understand? Edit #2: Please stop asking me what kind of men I have been with. Every single one acted normal until you get to know them behind closed doors. It’s what manipulators do. “Butt” also, just a poor and selfish choice made because of what they probably seen in porn. Not fair to call them all that. Edit: Typical “Whoa! This blew up!” Really though, I think it’s incredible to see the overwhelming support, and the unfortunate tragedy how common this is for people to face. I appreciate someone reaching out to Reddit Crisis to make sure I am okay. I am! That was very resourceful. These examples are from past sexual experiences of relationships/flings I am no longer in. I am in a very healthy relationship with the most consenting person I’ve ever dated—down to even asking me to hold my hand when we initially met! Honestly I wasn’t even thinking clearly when I made this post during my morning poo. It was the most painful passing it’s been in days and I sort of broke down and wanted to rant off my chest about it on Reddit in hopes to make it clear how deep the consent hole should go. (No pun intended?) To those who said “Choose Better”, “Well why didn’t you say something?” “It’s your fault for not consenting”....re-read the things that I listed and repeat your statement again. It is not cool to blame the victim if the victim clearly either didn’t get the chance to, the abuser assumed, or acted anyways even though I said I didn’t like it rough. I hope this feed was educating for you even though I want to tell ya to suck a d, that’s not consenting to you 😊	Many of my girlfriends have gone through similar things. I’ve been hit in the face by two different dudes I casually slept with too. Everytime I talk about it on here, all I get is “You are very unlucky.” Or “Chose better”. I’m curious, how many men started sex with a lady, who was funny, nice, smart, and then endedup being beat up? Because I know quite a few men who did this to girls. Maybe the problem isn’t the fact that I am not a mind reader, but that some men do that? Yeah, ovviously not all men, but enough men to scare the shit out of most women.
This may offend people. I don't care. Planned Parenthood has been there for me since I was 16 years old. Ever since I decided to go on birth control for the first time and didn't feel confident in telling my parents. I was in love with my boyfriend and we were becoming sexually active. I also went on birth control because I had irregular periods and cramps that were beyond painful. I went to them for affordable contraceptive and a safe space to talk to other women about the changes my body was facing. Especially since my dad was the one raising me and my mother was never around. In 2007, I got pregnant. I was a freshman in college, on birth control and it happened. I was at the beginning of MY ADULT LIFE and I wasn't about to put MY LIFE on hold because of an accident. My boyfriend and I agreed it would be what was best for both of us. I had an abortion and I am not afraid to admit it. If you have a problem with that, then you are the problem. I did not murder anyone, I discarded a blob from my uterus before it had a heartbeat. I prevented an unwanted baby and for that, I am not sorry. In 2018, I donated 36 of my eggs to a couple I don't know so they can try to have babies of their own. I don't want children. I am not selfish. I am not a murder. I am 1 in 4 women who have had an abortion and I am not ashamed. EDIT: Thank you all for you're kind words & support about this. Some have not been super nice but that's ok. I have responded to you accordingly. EDIT #2: Thanks for the Platinum kind stranger!! EDIT 3: wow. I am beyond grateful to everyone who has responded to this! I can’t believe how relieved I am that so many other women and men have shown their support to me and everyone one else who makes this decision. It’s not an easy thing to admit considering so many different reactions to the abortion issue. There are so many responses I can’t get to everyone but I appreciate the love. If you’re have a difficult time or need to talk please PM me. Love this community! Final edit: The bills being passed into law in some states have had me and so many others in a tailspin. Access to safe abortions and the right to choose what is best for our bodies is vital, not just for women but for men as well. Women will continue getting abortions whether it’s legal or not, and whether you like it or not. Luckily I live in a state that has protected these rights, but if I didn’t, I would be doing whatever it took not to have my rights taken away from me. I hope women ( and men) will stand up and fight for the right to choose.	I had one. I was 18, had no job, no money, and was hooked on drugs. Knowing I had zero way of supporting a child and that it had been developing the whole time with a drug addicted mother, I felt it was the best choice. 24 years later...I’m sober (15 years) financially stable in a career, married and mother of a 7 year old. No regrets. Edit: Gold! Holy cow! My first ever gifted! Thank you so much!
Literally what the title says, I’m in shock rn idek what to say really. We’ve been on 4 dates and instantly clicked and had so much in common and constantly talked and he was just awesome, had sex on our third date and it was amazing as well. I really thought I had found a good one. And then right before our 5th date he went radio silent and promptly stood me up at the restaurant. Or so I thought. I thought “oh well he probably got something better to do thank god it’s only been like 3 weeks and I didn’t get too invested” but I also really liked him and was hella mad. 4 whole days of me delving into every insecurity I ever had trying to find a reason he would ghost me like this and embarrass me by standing me up. And then I met my friend (his coworker) who introduced him to me. I didn’t want to seem unpleasant or anything so I just told him to tell the guy I’m not mad that he stood me up, to then be met with the saddest look. - D..did you not know? - Know what? - _____ died. He got into a car crash on the 6th and died. How did you not know that? I was speechless. For days I thought this wonderful guy ghosted me for no reason and was terribly pissed with him. Turns out he got clipped by a reckless driver and died on his way to our date. I don’t even know how to react. I’m just so flabbergasted right now. I’ve known him for less than a month, how does one even deal with something like this? ETA: Thank you all so much for your words and thoughts and it is incredibly heartwarming for me to hear. And I would like to extend my love and condolences to those of you who had been through similar situations. I would just like to answer some of your questions: 1. I'm honestly not bothered anymore about our relationship and the what-ifs simply because it had barely been a month and still very much premature, and any anger or resentment I had when I thought I was ghosted has subsided even before I knew of everything and I don't feel much guilt about that anger as I know it was justified due to me not knowing of his demise. However, I still feel very sad simply because this guy is genuinely a very great person with such a promising future that I have grown to respect and root for him even beyond romantic/sexual attraction. So knowing that all of that had been cut short is incredibly heartbreaking for me. 2. A lot of you guys have been asking why my friend would ask me how I didn't know of his death, or why he didn't tell me about the news or check up on me beforehand. The answer is simply that he just assumed I already knew. I gushed about this guy to my friend a lot and thanked him for introducing me to him, and apparently, he did the same about me to this friend too (my friend is his direct superior so they talk a lot), and even wanted to introduce me to his sister. So apparently my friend thought that he and I have become close enough that when the guy died I would somehow know. I have never met his sister or any of his family and never knew about his plans to introduce me to her. I simply told my friend that I didn't know and that was that, nothing left to say. 3. I don't plan on meeting or doing anything with his family or go to his funeral really, I was no more than a little blip in his 21-year life so there isn't any reason for me to get any deeper. I did, however, send a message to his sister through social media to give my condolences, only as a friend of course. She thanked me and that's it. 4. I'm not planning to go to therapy, at least for now and not for this (broke immigrant college student from a third-world country), but I've had amazing support from friends. Anyway, thank you so much.	>How did you not know that? how were you supposed to know?
I (30f) got engaged in March of this year to E (31m), that I had been dating for the last 3 years. It was heavenly bliss UNTIL I introduced him to my family. We went home to meet my family as it was important to him to get their blessing. I didn't care either way but I did it to make him happy. Everyone was welcoming of him and seemed genuinely happy for us. Before the trip was over, my eldest brother suggested a sibling/partners camping trip in a cabin up north to bond and get to know my fiancé away from our parents. I was reluctant, as I typically didn't spend this much time back home, but eventually agreed. The trip was going well so I let my guard down and decided to enjoy being in the mountains with my siblings. However, the day before the trip was over, everything changed. My sister and her husband were on their 17th argument of the day and it was only 11am. Her husband stormed out and she stayed there, just crying. I don't do well with other people's emotions so I suggested a hike to clear everyone's heads. My fiancé suggested that us siblings go so that my sister could talk freely if she needed to. I asked if he was sure and he stated that he'd just check some emails while we were out. Early on the hike, my sister said that she just wanted to go home. I offered to walk her back but she said she wanted to clear her mind. We continued our hike and she went back to the cabin. After the hike my brother and his wife wanted to explore but I just wanted to shower so I headed back to the cabin. My sister's car was still outside even though it was a couple hours later in the day. I ignored it and went inside. I heard soft moans coming from upstairs and then a familiar grunt. I went upstairs, only to see my fiancé and my sister together in the worst way. Something broke inside of me. I took a pic of what I saw, quietly grabbed my things and left my ring on the counter. I left, sent the picture to the family group chat, and turned my phone off. The next day, I had 47 missed calls from my family and 75+ text from my fiancé. Apparently, her husband got the text as he was returning to the cabin and wasn't so kind to my fiancé. Initially, I felt justified in my actions. I hate it, but I did. However, I now know that even though what they did was TERRIBLE, what I did was wrong too. Sending that picture to the family chat was gross and the innocent family members didn't deserve to get dragged into that. My engagement is over, I removed myself from the family group chat, and I haven't spoken to anyone about it since. These last few months have just felt so empty. I just want to move past this but I don't know how.	Don’t beat yourself up for sending the picture to the family, your sister and ex got what they deserved. At least you found out what a POS your ex is/was before you married him. I’m not sure what you can do about your sister other than going NC, even at family get togethers. Look at it as you dodged a bullet. Unfortunately it’ll hurt until it doesn’t. Try to get out there and date again, you’ll find someone who will love only you.
I literally wish I were joking. I made a throwaway so my buddies don't see this but I've got to tell someone. My names Dan which is probably important to the story. A few weeks ago gf and I got high together and were just chilling when she suddenly starts giggling hysterically. I ask what shes laughing at and she tells me she decided to nickname my dick. Fine, fair enough. She then goes on to say "Little Dan" was too common and the only other name she could think of was "Danny Devito". Redditors it has been two weeks. She has not stopped calling my penis Danny Devito. She literally texted me an hour ago, and it said "How's Danny and his Devitos doing?" And listen, it's funny. But the worst part is that I'm not sure she even knows who Danny Devito is. We were watching The Godfather and she literally thought Al Pacino was Danny Devito. Edit: Listen I'm not mad. She calls her tits Kim and Kanye because they're separated (wide-set). Just think its kinda annoying but pretty funny. It's not something that would start a fight guys.	So anyway, I started blasting
I care deeply for all animals. I even usually pick up animals who’ve been freshly hit and try to give them a proper burial. So you can just imagine how much I care for my own pets. My fish and my dog are the loves of my life. But sadly, my fish passed away. I can’t find anyone to talk to about it that would take me seriously. All I keep hearing is “it’s just a fish.” But I don’t care. I’m sad and I’m allowed to be. I love my fish. R.I.P. Schmitty Edit: oh my gosh!!! I woke up and saw all of this today and I’m overwhelmed by the amount of support. I’m trying to reply to most right now ha. I really didn’t expect anything from this post except to just vent a little. I’m so sorry about all of your pets and may they all rest peacefully. Thank you all so much and much love to each and every one you and your companions! This really made my day to see all of this.	My fish died not too long ago too :( it made me pretty sad as well. You are not alone!
We were riding in the back of a car on the way home from a fantastic road trip. I was really sleepy and made a pillow out of a sweatshirt and his lap, and kept dozing in and out of sleep during the drive. My friend, who was driving, put on a podcast quite loud and it woke me up, but I kept my eyes closed because I wanted to go back to sleep. I think my boyfriend thought I was still asleep because he covered my ear with his hand so the loud podcast wouldn’t wake me up. It sounds so small but it made me so unbelievably happy. It’s dumb but I realized that he pays attention to little stuff like that and doesn’t do it so I thank him or so he gets praised, he does it because he genuinely cares about me. I knew he genuinely cares about me, but the small things like that just mean so so much more to me than the extravagant things. I love him so much. Edit: in my post-road trip daze, I forgot I posted this. You guys are so so sweet, and thank you for my first award ever! I hope you all the best, and don’t forget to do little things for the people you love, even if it’s not for an SO!	My boyfriend rinsed his plate after dinner and turned his body away so he didn’t fart directly on me today. It’s always the little things.
He raised me ever since my parents lost custody of me and went to prison. I knew he had cancer but didn't know he'd do this until I went home one day and found him in his chair, gun in his hand, blood pouring out of his temple. He left a letter telling me he planned this for some time now and that he had enough money for me to go to college but that if he underwent treatment, he wouldn't have enough money left. Before he killed himself, we talked about my future and I told him that I'll do as many part time jobs as I can and take out a loan if I have to. But in his letter he said that he knew it wouldn't be enough and that he didn't want me to go into debt. He left me everything in his will. He said that if he was alive I'd insist on using that money for his treatment. It's been a year now and I'm still living in the same house, typing this from the same chair where I found him. I still don't know how to live with myself. I have no one now. I should have known he was lying about going to the hospital for treatments but I was stupid. I was dumb and failed to prevent this, and I don't know how to move on.	Live your best life to honor him
So some back story. I was in a rock band back in the early 2000's and we had some success. We toured with Breaking Benjamin, Seether, Three Days Grace and did a bunch of festivals. About 10 years ago my son found one of the bands old CD's and he loved it. He would always beg me to "get the band back together" but I would tell him it just could not happen. People moved on. Then about 2 months ago we all met up one night just to visit. It was amazing everybody fell back into the way we used to be. So I decided to ask them if they were up for a reunion show and they are. So we are going to play a private show for my son. He has only seen old videos of me playing. He is going to love this. And he doesn't know about it. And I am going to bring him up and we are going to play a song together.	Dying to know what band it was, OP
I hope you all have a blessed year Edit: Thank you king stranger for the gold, it's my first one. Really made me smile Edit again: thanks for all the upvotes, replies and the rewards. You guys are a real nice bunch	Thank you. And you too.
I have recently had enough of the utter crap I am surrounded with. Family problems especially. I am in my 30s and decided to get a grip, if I don’t want to be surrounded by these people I don’t have to be. So I deleted Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. I deleted my email address and called my mobile provider to request a new number. I joined reddit because I need some form of social media and this is much less “distant relatives sharing photos to bait each other”. I just want a fresh start. Anyway feels good :-) and also feels good to just type this out.	You know how to delete Facebook?
Every other post there's an ad about intermittent fasting, it's become unbearable! Stop it! I won't do that, it's harmful and stupid! And if it's not, I still won't do that! Just stop! Edit: some kind stranger gave me gold (my first ever!) and therefore I can enjoy a week of ad-free Reddit. This is the closest I've ever been to witnessing the universe making sense. Thank you! Thank you so much! Edit for the ones asking: never looked for diets in my entire life and no, I'm not fat. Normal build, generally thin, with abs carefully sheltered by the lovely embrace of adipose tissue.	I tell Google I'm offended by everything, I only get mobile game adds.
I (M31) had a rough childhood. Bouncing around from house to house, school to school. I've watched my father get arrested numerous times and my mother just completely check out mentally. By the time I was in high school, I was pretty much raising my 3 younger siblings. My youngest sister is autistic. She was a handful. Blue's Clues helped with that, as it was one of the only things that kept her attention. Needless to say, it was on the tv most of the time. Fast forward to today and things are better. Siblings have their own lives. I have an amazing wife, put myself through college and now I have a decent job. I try to give myself props, but it isn't the same as when it comes from someone else. It's not something I've ever experienced. Today, my other sister sent me this damned video that the host of the show released for the 25th anniversary. He's talking about school loans and jobs and knowing how hard it is and how he's proud of us...and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I know he wasn't speaking to me specifically, but it felt so damned good to hear the kind words that he said. I know it probably sounds silly to most, but in some weird way, it meant the world to me. EDIT Just wanted to thank all of you for the awards and kind words. Y'all made my day!	Upon seeing your post, I decided to look up the video and it just about made my day. Thank you for being a good big brother to your siblings.
About a year ago I was on my way to work when I saw a vehicle crash on the highway. The driver was thrown from the vehicle. When I got up to him his leg was missing, and he was seizing up pretty hard. He was covered in lacerations and was bleeding profusely. I got to work tourniquetting what was left of his legstump with my belt. Once that was done I moved to his head, holding his head up and trying to keep his airways open. He wasn’t really conscious, as he had suffered massive amounts of trauma. But he was still alive. Shaking and gasping. Blood seemed to be coming from everywhere, pooling up around his body, and my knees and feet. I just held his head and talked to him. I was pretty sure he couldn’t hear me, but I kept talking. He took his last breath, there on the side of the highway, in my hands, before paramedics even arrived. When they got there I collected my belt from his leg and left. I don’t know why it sticks with me so hard. It’s not even the first time I’ve seen someone die. And it was a complete stranger. I got his name from a news article I saw on the news that evening. I reached out to his family and offered them words of comfort. I told them he went peacefully and was likely unconscious for the entire thing, and actually ended up going out for drinks with his friend group. Thanks for the listen, Reddit. 🤙🏼	You are a decent human being. He wasn’t alone and that matters. That experience is now part of your fabric and hopefully your story will motivate another human to do the right thing!
We were in the middle of just making out but I wasn't feeling it and she can sense that. When she asked is there something wrong I couldn't tell her immediately. After some persistence I told her about my confidence issues and all about how I don't feel good enough as a person and boyfriend. I just melted while trying to wipe the tears. She asked if I wanted space or a hug and I went for the hug instantly. I proceeded to then just slowly let it all out for 10 minutes. She kept telling me it's okay and that I am good enough. I havent been able to willingly cry in front of a person in years, I feel so liberated.	Crying is strength
This is gonna get me a lot of hate since American society expects teachers to be martyrs. But I said what I said. I have kids that that I need to go home to. Also, I’m not about to be the next “thoughts and prayers” while nothing gets done. Let me be clear: I’d never use one of my students as a human shield, but if there’s an announcement saying there’s an active shooter, you’d better believe my ass is running to my car/ hiding.	If fully trained, experienced, armed people in body armour are scared to get in the line of fire, how in the hell are untrained, inexperienced, unarmed, vulnerable people suppose to do it?
I’m quitting smoking and yesterday was the first full day in 5 years I haven’t had a cigarette! I can DO THIS! UPDATE: 3 days down - still doing this! Currently trying to decide how to treat myself for this little victory! UPDATE: incase anyone is still interested, 2 weeks!!! Ive developed a shitty cough which I believe is my lungs recovery and expelling all the crap they’ve collected over the years. Fun times!	Good luck! Take the money you would spend daily on cigarettes, save it for a month, then buy something with half of it.
I'm so sick of mental illness being glorified in movies and TV. It's not cool or doesn't make me creative. It does the exact opposite. It's fucking horrible and I wouldn't wish it on anyone, ever. I wish I could use my mental illnesses as a creative outlet, but I can't because it holds me back from being productive or progressing in any way, shape or form. More often than not, it weighs me down and makes it damn near impossible to feel anything but shitty. This is my reality and probably is for many others that suffer from it too.	You're absolutely valid. I feel like I'm 'the wrong kind' of depressed or some shit for not having an artistic side, or being too tired to sit down and do something enjoyable. My depression does NOT kick my ass into gear or help motivate me to change or be productive. It makes me want to sleep 24/7, lower my libido, want to eat everything + gain weight, and cry daily.
Her son was diagnosed Tuesday with a mass the size of a ping pong ball in his head. She has been fighting with her exh for months to get their son looked at properly and treated. Finally, she got a neurologist to look at footage of him walking around and was very concerned, wanted to schedule an MRI and see him immediately. That was 2 weeks ago. Last week they went in and got the results, and it was a whirlwind flight to the children’s hospital and surgery the very next day. I am extremely grateful for all the doctors and staff, and for my GF for never giving up, she KNEW there was something wrong, but didn’t know what. We all saw how he was, the headaches, vomiting, lack of sleep, the circles under his eyes, and how he had lost so much weight. He has been sick and fighting this alone for so long, having no one but his mom believing he was sick. This is where I’m angry; his dad has thought that his boy was fine this whole time. He has denied that there was anything wrong with his son. He has fought against his exw (my gf) every single step of the way. He said that it was her house and care that was making him sick, he even went so far as to start telling doctors, child therapists, and family counselors that she was mentally ill and she was making him (the child) sick. He’s a very convincing narcissist, and I want to throw him out of the window. He has gaslighted all of them so much that my gf was hating herself, he has manipulated the children (they have a daughter together too,) into thinking that the only way they would be safe was in his care. Her family and I have been advocating for her this whole time, reassuring her that no, it’s not her fault, her son is in fact unwell, and she needs to explore every avenue to find a solution. 10months later, we find out she was right all along. What a shit thing to be right about, how could you be happy for cancer? But it proves that this man is evil incarnate. He doesn’t deserve to have children. Sorry for discombobulated thoughts and ranting, it’s 6am and I’m about to drive 3.5 hours to spend an afternoon with my gf for moral support. I wish I could be there more, but she lives the next state over.	I’m happy you guys were able to find it at least. Are they able to remove it? and I think this instance here can help win over full custody in court to show that the father isn’t capable of raising him
Lots of you asked to let you know how it goes meeting my biological dad and to say it was emotional….is an understatement. I’ve been feeling so many things since this all happened. We met a few days ago. Was originally supposed to be almost 2 weeks ago but shit kept coming up. Work and then I got sick (not covid) for days. But we made it happen. Tbh this was more nervous for me because I didn’t know anything about him. With my bio mom it was different because I watched her from far and got to know her a little before it came out. I asked my bio mom if she could be there too just because she knows him better so it was the 2 of us waiting for him at this park. He was already crying before we even got to him. This guy is strong too so he pulled me in for the biggest bear hug and crying 😅🥲 He told me he wants me to know that they loved me so much and he loves me. I lost count how many times he’d come back in for one more hug. This definitely got to him. And he kept saying thank you God a few times. Looking at my face. The feelings man, the feelings… We had so many of them. Hearing him tell me how much they love me even back then. It meant so much for me to hear that and ngl that had me holding him tight too. I’m sure to everyone at the park it was weird seeing 3 crying people lol. My bio dad said he cried so many times just driving over here he didn’t think he had anymore tears until he saw us. When we were all sitting down it hit me that my bio mom was NOT lying when she said we look alike 😂 obviously he’s older but still holy shit the similarities. He brought gifts too which was a surprise. It was really nice he told me I don’t have to keep them if I don’t want it but he felt weird not coming with anything and he’s wanted to give this to me for a long time. One was a teddy bear holding a picture frame of him at the hospital holding me (he was 15 years old, it’s still crazy to realize that ). And then the other thing was a journal. The journal thing was stuff he said he started writing to me years after I was adopted. He was in therapy and that that helped him to cope thinking he would give them to me one day. His way of still feeling connected to me. I haven’t read everything yet but some of the pages were his thoughts and like if he’s talking to me. How he felt when they found out she was pregnant, then the adoption, everything going on in his mind when he first got to hold me as a baby. I didn’t even know he was at the hospital too. It was not what I was expecting.. it really got me. I read some more of what he wrote last night that really got me crying. I’m sad to think how much this affected them emotionally for years. Also think it’s pretty sweet he wanted to write this for me. We talked about his own life which was pretty hard. His struggles with home life and the feelings he had about giving me up. Then he wanted to know everything about me. Basically with the same questions my bio mom had. I made sure they knew they made the right decision. Because my life was pretty great. He looked like he wanted to cry when he knew that because that’s all they hoped for and it was something he always wondered about for years. My bio mom left a bit after we were more comfortable so we could talk more in private once it didn’t feel too awkward between us. From there he told me stories about how he met my bio mom. Sometimes he’d point out stuff he notice about me that reminds him of her or me and him having similar likes. Example: I love eating mangos. I can eat them all day and that’s what I bought when we bought snacks at the park. He told me my bio mom was obsessed with mangos seven before she got pregnant, while pregnant she craved it even more. Just cool info to know even if it’s random stuff lol. It’s still stuff we have in common and we both have lots. Both like hiking, playing pool, he was a swimmer in college and I was on a swim team in highschool, both love rock music. Especially 90’s. My bio dad was really open about sharing everything. Like he really was getting ready for this meeting. He hoped it would happen and he prayed everyday to see me again because he had so many things he wanted to tell me. Overall really good first meeting. I’m glad how it went. He’s open to the idea of meeting my parents. After I told them about all this because they definitely want to meet my bio parents again if I’m comfortable with that, obviously if my bio parents are too. Let’s see when that happens. Idk how it’s gonna feel for me. They’ve met eachother before I was even born but I never had them at the same place so that’ll be interesting lol. Me and my parents met up yesterday to have breakfast so I could tell them everything. My mom was so happy how it went. She actually cried too whne i was telling them about both their reactions. My dad was proud because he knew how hard it was the months after finding my bio mom and not really wanting to make contact yet. I’m really happy to have their support because it’s hard not to feel guilty about wanting to know more my bio parents. They gave me a really good life so for a while it’s felt like maybe to them I’m showing them that wasn’t good enough for me and I’d rather have my bio parents. But they told me many times they want me to do this for me and the know how much I love them. And I really do. Finding them and meeting them was hard. But it was so worth it to me. And seeing their reactions made it feel even more worth it. Still can’t believe it sometimes. I’m just realizing this has turned into a long post, my bad haha. Writing this has been therapeutic tbh. Kind of thinking back to everything that’s happened. Feeling really grateful. Again wanna say thank you to everyone who has been on this journey with me. Everyone who sent me their own stories, their love, their encouragement. You guys have beautiful hearts and I’m happy I had somewhere to talk about all this and receive so much love back! Just wanna say to all the adopted kids out there, i wish you guys luck and that you find what you’re looking for. It’s not easy at all. I feel fortunate that things didn’t go badly or that my bio parents aren’t bad people. And to all the birth parents out there who made this sacrifice, thank you 🙏🏻 🙏🏻🙏🏻It’s because of you there are kids out there like me who got to have a great life with loving parents ❤️	I’m so happy for you!! FYI if you’re ever looking for gift ideas for them - a photo album of pictures of you as a kid, growing up, would probably mean the world to them. With some blank pages at the end for all the new memories you’ll make together :)
Growing up was not fun. I didn’t know what being a kid meant. I did know how to differentiate between the different screams my mother would make as to whether or not it was a typical beating or her life was actually endanger. My parents were not well off, at 16 I witnessed my first eviction. Twelve police cars were parked outside and men came in with shotguns and side arms drawn. I saw all of my favorite belongings get placed into a large rental truck and told that I’d be able to get them back, not to worry. From 16-18 I lived with my two parents in a single hotel room out of a suitcase. Dishes were done in the bathtub and there was no stove. From 18-19 I go to community college in the morning and work graveyard shift at McDonald’s. I save enough money to buy my first car. I painstakingly learn how to drive manual and scream when I can’t understand it. Eventually I learn. After my first year of community college I transfer to a private university. Judging by the title you think you know how this is going to go but you’d be wrong. At 21 I am expelled from the private university for having too low of a GPA. I am accepted back into the program, and have about $40k in debt racked up. I have one chance to get it right. At 22 my father strangles me on Christmas Eve, places bruises upon my neck for weeks, then kicks me out of the house. At 23 my gf of six years kills herself. The only thing stopping me from killing myself is that my co-signer will inherit all of my debt. At 24 I am one semester from graduating with no job in sight. 10 weeks before graduating I am seriously considering suicide as an option if I can’t find a job after I graduate. At 25 I have graduated college with a BS in the most sought after field today and landed a job making $80k starting with plenty of room to grow. It allows me to live anywhere. In two days I will start that job. In two days my life begins. I fucking survived. Edit 1: Holy shit, this blew up. Thank you for the silver, and gold, and platinum. They are my first. Thank you for all of the wonderful posts, thoughts and wishes! I am trying to get to all or most of them. Edit 2: I knew there would be a second one. Thank you again for the currencies. It’s also really cool hearing how my story is encouraging all of you. It’s also neat to have this experience and feel a bit special. When I woke up this morning I had over 150 notifications. I may have even walked by you today, which is neat to think that someone browsing reddit might be reading my post, nudging their friend and telling them to read it, something I wrote. That’s just so cool. Edit 3: the field... I haven’t seen anyone get it right but it’s definitely grouped into some of the guesses I’ve seen in some programs. Remember degree seekers, school is an investment.	You did it !
I'm a ER doctor and today I had yet another patient who died of cardiac arrest and I was responsible for informing their loved ones. It was a sudden and unexpected death and those are the hardest. When the relatives arrive they usually haven't really grasped the severity of the situation and that was the case also today. I usually start off by asking the relatives what happened or what they saw and understood, to see where in the process they are. Have they figured it out? Are the news about their loves one's death going to be a complete surprise? In many such instances I hear of spouses saying that their partner fell unconcious and they didn't know what to do, so they called an ambulance and waited. Or they tell me that their partner had complained about symptoms (for a medical professional) clearly relating to or indicating something dangerous was up but they didn't understand it and they never sought medical attention. (I live in a country with incredibly cheap and accessible health care, so that is never an issue.) No matter how little or how late the relatives reacted I always assure them that no matter what they would have done, the outcome would have been the same, even if it isn't true. I want to spare them from carrying the guilt for the rest of their lives. So far I have't ended up in a conversation where this approach hasn't worked due to the fact that even the relative has figured out that they could actually have done something to prevent their loved one's death, and I pray that never happens.	My large animal vet used to do something similar when a client called about hitting a vein when giving penicillin: he'd say it was a bad connection and ask them to move to a different area of the barn. He did it to spare them the trauma of watching their horse die in convulsions. Sometimes, it's just the right thing to do. When my mother died, I called her doctor and told him I was glad he missed the diagnosis. I told him finding the cancer six months earlier probably wouldn't have changed the outcome, nor even the timing, but it would have destroyed her quality of life for the time she had left. I have no idea whether that was true, but she was dead, nothing would change that, and I knew he felt terrible about it. Sometimes, you just have to act for the living. Peace be with you, gentle doctor.
I knew a kid in highschool that never spoke. I was kinda a loner myself but it easy necessarily by choice. He sat alone at lunch , and I didn't have anyone to sit with so I just quietly ate with him every day. I soon noticed he was in a lot of my classes and I started just sitting with him. When he thought no one was looking he would smile at jokes or start to doodle , but as soon as he knew someone was watching he would go blank. Naturally kids started picking on him a little, trying to get him to talk or asking him why he never spoke. None of it seemed to phase him and he would just shrug or smile. But what really got me mad was when the teachers would draw attention to him . when they would call roll they would pause at him sometimes and poke fun at how he wasn't going to answer. He would go really numb and still when this happened. One day I snapped at a teacher to "leave him the fuck alone" and "if you feel the need to look cool in front of a bunch of high schoolers by making fun of a child than your a pathetic person" I'll never forget the way he looked at me when I was sent to the office. He had his mouth open like he wanted to say something. At the office a councilor sat with me and explained that his father died in Afghanistan and he hasn't spoken to anyone but his mom since. I learned a lot about people from him. I leaned how cruel they can be , I leaned how kind and compassionate they can be. But then thing I learned from him that was most valuable was the power of listening. I tried to take my life in November of that year, and I was gone for a few weeks. The entire school totally new because of my brother . I was a stupid teenager who didn't realize the value of her own life. When I got back he was waiting by my locker. He said hi. I thought it was someone else but he gave me a hug and said hi again. It was the most meaningful thing anyone had said to me during that time. I cried a little and after that he began to speak to me really quietly . it was little things at first like hello and good bye but soon he was asking how my day was and before I knew it he was rolling in laughter at my dumb jokes. He knew more about me than anyone because he listened. After I graduated I moved , I still wonder about him almost every day. Just wanted to share this with someone. Edit: A lot of people are saying I should find him on Facebook and such. I have tried recently but he still doesn't have one, and he's not one for phone calls due to him not speaking much. Its hard for him , and I didn't want to push contact like others did. I get updates from friends in my hometown and they show him picture of me and tell him how I'm doing. He's currently living with his boyfriend who is a psychology Major , I plan to try to reach out more and may be back in town for a visit. Thanks for the kind words and encouragement :) Edit 2: this has blown up more than I expected, I'll try to reply to all that I can ! Thanks to you awesome redditors I am contacting his boyfriend and will hopefully soon write him a letter :) UPDATE: last night I contacted his boyfriend who was very happy to hear from me. Apparently my quite friend had tried to find me in the past but didn't know how to spell my current last name since I got married. I got his address and I'm writing him a letter today :) I'll let you guys know what I put :) I also woke up this morning to so many kind words and amazing stories,( AND MY FIRST GOLD!!!) I'll be sure to reply to all that I can . thank you so much!!!	Most uplifting thing I've heard in a long time.
If this is you, dude, just stop it. Edit to add: I chose the words "females" and "man" because it's usually grown men I've noticed say things like this to girls, young women and women alike. In my experience alone I dont think I've ever heard a teen boy or younger say this to me. It was always a random grown man, and I've experienced this comment from men at all ages of development. Follow-up: I had no idea men also experienced this. Discussions like this are important to understand all participants involved because clearly we all have our own perspectives on the matter. Also, everyone I also had no intention of misusing any pronouns. I chose them because at the time it felt like the best way to convey the creep factor most females likely feel when this happens by random males as they go about their day. Based on your discussions I would definitely characterize the "smile for me" expression as an annoyance-for-all. I'm curious now that I know this is a widespread sentiment... Males/men out there who've experienced this, do you find it as creepy as most females/women do when a rando does it? THANKS FOR THE SILVER & GOLD, REDDIT! <3 It's my first so I'm thoroughly stoked	I hate it when anyone tells me to smile. Oh what I look depressed????? Well I'm fucking sorry that's just how my face looks when I'm relaxed. tf am I supposed to say to that???
To whoever is reading this, I love you. You’ve got no fucking idea how much I love you, even if I don’t know you I fucking love you. I’m drunk right now so don’t judge but to whoever is reading this I really fucking love you and you really fucking matter.	Love you too. Drink some water babe. 😘
I married very young to a man much older than myself. I had two children in the first 2.5 years of our marriage and it didn't make sense for me to go back to work. Things were lonely but tolerable because I had my kids. You know how sometimes you just aren't in the mood? I didn't know sex was something I could opt out of. It's my job after all, as a wife. Well, one night I flat refused. It did not go over well. Over the next 6 months it was a nightly assault. I would always say no, and he would forcefully and sometimes violently have his way. I would be bleeding and he would say I wouldn't if I would just relax. I had multiple pelvic infections that just wouldn't clear up. My doctor was concerned and wanted to do surgery. He removed scar tissue and cauterized blood vessels that were leaking into my pelvic cavity. That's when I stopped fighting. The assaults didn't end though. They continued for the next 8 months, and only stopped because I became pregnant. Looking back I thinks it's because it confirmed his masculinity. My children are the most important thing in my world. For that reason I have remained married to their father for a total of 23 years. During those years I learned about narcissistic personality disorder and recognize all of his behaviors for what they are. I have brought up divorce multiple times, but he would not cooperate. My youngest just turned 18, and I have been very careful to avoid having any joint debt. This is going to be the most terrifying thing I've ever done, but my kids are supporting me 100%. Hopefully, I can finally get passed all of the verbal, emotional and mental abuse. I want to be the happy and confident girl I remember being. Edit: Thank you all for your support! (I was afraid I would get a lot of “it’s not rape, you’re married) I want to add that my kids thanked me for waiting until they were grown. They recognize that I was protecting them all along. The two oldest have moved out and won’t come home if they know he is here. While they don’t know what went on behind closed doors, they do know I’m a different person when he’s around. I’m blessed with intuitive and compassionate children, and now compassionate Reddit friends. Thank you!	I wish you the best of luck!
I've personally never had an encounter with Pedophilia, but seeing all these pedophiles trying to make another move for their "Sexuality" to be legalized and hiding behind LGBTQ+ as a talking point. Pedophilia is NOT a sexuality. Age is NEVER just a number. ~~Pedophiles make me SICK.~~ You are not, and should NEVER be a part of LGBTQ+, as people like you (That cannot control themselves and don't see a therapist about it, so than rape little kids) are FUCKING CRIMINALS. Edit: I honestly didn’t know that this would blow up as much as it did. I think that I should clarify and apologize for a few things I said. 1. I misused the word pedophile. Pedophiles aren’t inherently bad, but what I was referring to were the kind that don’t see help and go out and satisfy their sexual needs ( Child Molesters.) I understand that contrast makes a LOT of difference and I’m sorry for the mixup. 2. After hearing out the replies, I now understand how clouded what I said was. I’m sorry to any pedophiles currently trying to get help that I may have offended.	I hope I speak for the rest of the community when I say they absolutely are not welcome in the LGBT community. Don’t let those sick fucks tell you otherwise.
My brother was recently in an accident that ended up with him missing anatomy that is required for fertility. He is 100% sterile and can never have biological children. He's said he never wants to adopt because he wouldn't be able to love someone else's children. He refused to let his wife do IVF, because he'd "be cucking himself". My brother is a real piece of work. He was abusive my entire life and was the golden child "sonsband" till he got his first serious girlfriend. He was still the golden child but my mom acted like a jealous ex: hated him when he was in a relationship but was desperate to get back together when he was single. It was pretty gross. He's cheated on or beat nearly every woman he's been with. I still remember asking my mom about the bloody clump of hair I found outside when I got back from a sleep over. She said it must have been from a wounded animal. I found out later that my brother had dragged his girlfriend down the stairs by her hair and threw her outside onto pavement, because she said she was breaking up with him for cheating on her. On top of all that, since I was a child he has been obsessed with causing others pain. He was the kid that killed small animals, he'd create scenarios to injure other people like setting out tacks for someone to step on, he had a fascination with hurting me particularly and I have permanent joint damage likely from him bending my limbs in ways they shouldn't go till I was screaming in pain. He'd constantly lie to try and get others in trouble for no reason, like he covered his favorite shirt in paint and told a teacher some other kid did it for no other reason than to see if he could get that kid in trouble. He was 8. In highschool he punched himself in the face to get another kid suspended. As an adult he'd break my things and hide them, so when our parents had the yearly "I'm sick of your shit, do better" talk he'd tell them "well she broke her thing and she didn't get in trouble" and suddenly I'd be the one in trouble. He lived at home till he was nearly 30 and, while I'm not sure if this was why, it lined up with me announcing I wasn't moving home after college. Within a month of me saying that he was completely moved out. (I wasn't allowed to lock my door so he'd sneak into my room and do things like pour water on me or spit in my face. He peed all over my stuffed animals once. My mother refused to let me lock my door and threatened to take away the door completely anytime I locked it, even when it was just to change my clothes. She always said "I'll talk to him" but it didn't make a difference. Once she yelled at me "I bet you're real happy!" Because he got a girlfriend and was never home. I'm almost positive she was using me as some kind of offering to her golden child to keep him around.) It hasn't been that long since he moved out and in with his gf, now wife. He told our parents that they had just started trying for a kid. I was terrified for that child. My brother would have abused the everloving shit out of them. I'm glad he can't have kids and that he has a criminal record so it would be difficult for him to adopt. He should not be allowed to be givin control over vulnerable people. He's a fucking monster.	We love when karma does its job. I'm sorry you had to endure such suffering dealing with an abusive sibling and neglectful parent though. But he definitely got what was coming to him.
I've got no one to talk to about it and couldn't call off today. So here I sit, doing paperwork through tears and feeling completely alone. At least I have some distraction.	internet hugs I'm sorry hunny. It doesn't mean much but I'm so so sorry
I and my roommate have been friends since elementary school and honestly, it was no shock when he told me he was gay when we were 14. I quickly accepted him and we best the shit out of anyone how said otherwise. Fast forward to the beginning of lockdown, we are living together. I got family issues and he's got them too so we live together. We were talking on his bed, things got hot quick. Jokes tuned to kisses, kisses turned into makeouts and makeouts turned into jacking each other off, jacking each other off turned to me having a dick in my mouth. I honestly don't regret it, wasn't planned, didn't think it through, we were completely sober and it felt natural. We haven't done it since but the difference is now we can joke about it. Things ain't awkward between us and we've actually gotten closer, haven't told anyone because I don't know if he's said anythin yet so outa pure respect for his privacy. Not my cup of tea but I'm glad I tried it once	I went the other direction. I met a gay guy earlier this year and we just sort of hit it off. I never thought about being gay before, but for some reason I found myself being attracted to him. Fast forward now towards the end of the year and we have been dating for about 9 months. My friends and family now know and I am happier in this relationship than I have ever been before.
We were watching tv last night and talking about how people have to audition for game shows. He asked why they have to audition and I said it was so producers could make sure people weren’t boring on tv. He said, “Well you’ll never be on a game show then.” I asked him if he was trying to say I was boring and he said, “Yeah…I’m not sure how that could be taken any other way. Was I not clear?” It really hurt my feelings and I don’t want to tell anyone else so I’m telling you all. I really don’t think I’m boring at all. I think I’m fun but anytime I try to do fun things or act silly my husband says I’m weird. He can be so mean sometimes.	Guess I’d take boring over cruel any day❤️
I’m a middle aged white male who is very central on my political views. If the democrats parade out a drooling idiot, I will vote for them 100% of the time over anything the republicans offer up. If you can’t see what is happening, open your damn eyes!	Yeah, it's so disheartening. Things like women's rights aren't left-leaning, they should be the baseline minimum standard. Republicans have gone off the deep-end into a weird theocratic cult and it's really scary.
And their online bullshit scams they're constantly money-grabbing for. It doesn't put us in enough debt and financial struggle trying to pay tuition, rent, utilities, food, and travel, but now you want to tag on another $100 for an online resource (not the book, a resource) used for nothing else but turning our homework in to our professor. Every single time I see a professor ask for an "online access code :)" I want to scream. Because they only ever use it for two or three major assignments, decide the rest can be done with the LOADS of FREE software we're provided already through the school or general internet, and the rest of the time it's left collecting virtual dust in the internet. Honestly?? Online access codes have been more expensive than anything else in my college experience. I'm blowing $35, $70, $100, $140, $200 (yes, I was charged $200 for some bullshit app we used for attendance and turning in pdfs) on shit that DOESN'T EVEN EXIST every single semester for 2 or 3 classes at a time. Yes, let me reemphasize, it DOESN'T EVEN EXIST. I buy \~subscriptions\~ to these services whenever they demand my money, so of course that means after a semester's worth of time it's as though I set that money on fire. I lose access to the expensive bullshit I paid for. I can't resell this shit that I have no use for whatsoever. I can't "rent" it to try and budget for my other 15 credits worth of textbooks. I can't buy it off of someone else for a discounted price. They're holding an entire demographic hostage and draining money out of them. And we don't have a fucking choice. If we fail because we couldn't afford to fork over hundreds of dollars on a fake ass fucking number on a business card sized piece of cardboard, we fail and have to wait on graduating, or fork over even more money to retake the course to fail it again if we don't have the money. Textbook companies have gotten smarter at stepping all over people and I hate it. Now if you excuse me, time to go choke down my ramen noodle breakfast in spite.	Damn bro. The feels. I must have been lucky, cause I never had to pay for access codes etc. But I graduated in 2016 after 9 years off and on as I had to work and lost my job etc while going to school. The worst was when a new revision of a textbook would come out and the old ones weren't worth anything. I have a brand new unopened science textbook as a primary example of 250 dollars wasted.
We were childhood friends before the start of our relationship. That’s why it hurt even more when she cheated on me, because I’ve been in love with her for a long time. She slept with and dumped me for the other guy but told me a couple of months later that it’s a mistake. She said she still love me and want me back, but I told her no. Eventually she threatened to commit suicide if I don’t take her back. I wasn’t sure if it was a bluff or not so I sent her our country’s suicide hotline number. I thought, just in case she’s really suicidal, she’ll call it. She didn’t. She really did commit suicide. I feel so terrible right now for not doing more. I know I’m not an expert on handling crisis like this but I should have listened to her instead of just giving her the number and then blocking her. I wish I could go back in time and do it differently but I can’t change a thing now. How do I live with it?	Someone else’s choices are not because of your actions. You have no control over other people and this is not your fault. She was trying to trap you in a relationship after she betrayed you. That is not someone to be in a relationship with, you made the right choice. It’s just a shame that she couldn’t find help elsewhere.
My fiancé [28M] and I [27F] have been dating for about 6 years- and engaged for one. A little over 2 years ago, he came out to me as a cross dresser. It wasn’t the easiest thing to find out, but I assured him that I would love him regardless. This past weekend we attended a pride event in the city. This was his first opportunity to finally leave our apartment dressed up. He was beyond nervous, and so was I... but I tried my best to not let it show. People can be cruel, and I couldn’t bare to see him hurt. Saturday night finally comes. After 2+ hours getting ready and a few shots of tequila later- we make our way downstairs to the lyft. This was his (rather, her) first time being dressed in public. Together, we walk into the party matching with black and gold outfits as our theme. We had the most AMAZING night. People were beyond friendly. He (she) was showered in compliments the entire night. After the party ended- he (she) wanted to keep partying so we ended up at our local bar that we frequently go to. They were so happy to see him (her) as the true person under his masculine self. I wish I could personally thank everyone who made that night incredible. He was a different type of happy. I’m honored that I was the one he decided to step out the house with and take a risk. Cheers to all the LGBTQ+ community. You guys rock. Update: Thank you for everyone sharing their kind words with me! My fiancé is a fellow Redditor.. and I’ll make sure to spread your love to him too. -On a serious note though- if there is anyone out there that is dating a CD, please feel free to reach out to me. It’s quite difficult to handle when you have no one else to talk to about it... which is what led me to post this. It’s hard not being able to sharing an amazing experience with your family and friends. I’d be more than happy to share some personal experiences and hardships that come along with something like this.	Whew!!! I got so scared you were not going to feel attracted to him anymore and I was so worried!!! Yay for happy endings! Thanks for sharing! Excellent story!
I don't even know why I'm posting this, it won't do anything. You'd probably know me if I told you my name. I've been in something big recently. I should be happy, but I'm not. I'm the opposite. It's fucking miserable. Being hounded by fucking paparrazi constantly is absolutely horrendous, you do not even understand. I can't take my children outside without them trying to get another cheap shot to sell to their sleazy online tabloids so they can report on the most insignificant of things. I wish I could take all of this bullshit back and be a nobody. The money isn't fucking worth this. Even if I retire, I'll still have people hounding me. I'm tired of signing things. I'm tired of being scared of people constantly taking pictures of me. I'm tired.	That sucks, I'm sorry. Know that at least this internet stranger would leave you alone in person. Maybe do what Daniel Radcliff did when he was in a musical, and wear the same dirty sweatshirt everyone for months, so any photos paparazzi take can't be sold cause they look like they were taken on the same day? Something I tell myself when life gets hard to bear; this too shall pass.
Thank you. I’m a young, black, gay guy in Alabama who walked into a Waffle House with a much older white guy. You could tell from how much we were laughing and smiling at each other that we were into each other. So what did you do? You left us a note thanking us for being who we are and paid for our meal. You have no idea how much that small act of kindness meant to me, so much so that I’ve been crying happy, ugly tears ever since I got home. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you, for making me a little less afraid to be myself in this world. Edit: thank you everyone for continuing to blow up my phone with kindness. All of your words are going straight to my heart ❤️. And thank you strangers for the silvers! Edit 2: thank you for the gold! I’m trying really hard not to cry at work right now but y’all are making it really hard. Edit 3: I’m crying again 😭.	Touching story, restored some faith in humanity
In my college class there was this guy that was about 150 pounds overweight. He had pokemon tattoos and clothes that didn't fit him. But I thought he was the cutest guy in the room which was filled with athletes and frat boys. He spoke with purpose, his presence was so strong because he was confident. I developed a crush on him and before we had a test I went up to him and asked for his help reviewing even though I had perfect grades. I just wanted to speak to him because I thought he was attractive. Other people were confused about why I wanted his attention but I sure as hell wasn't. He was so funny and smart. He was handsome and incredibly dorky. We talked for hours in the library after class. I see so many posts where guys list physical attributes and claim it's the reason why women don't like them. No one likes to hear this but it's true. If you know who you are and present that to the world unapologetically. People see that. EDIT: I just woke up everybody! Wow!!!! Now I got to make another throwaway account lol. I'm really a woman. Yes we exist on here too! 😲 And for those who are saying I'm just too ugly to pull the frat boys, my second longest relationship was with one. I've never had a problem with dating. This post was never meant to say that superficial people dont exist. They do and they can be awful. This post was never meant to say that its easy for unattractive people to find love. It's not. I think the point is if you approach life in a way where you automatically believe that everyone already doesn't like you because of X. Then you're getting in your own way.	Gorgeous men (and women) with nasty personalities are gross. Nothing more unattractive.
Please for the love of god, if I order my food as spicy as you can make it, please bring it to me as spicy as you can make it. I can't tell you how many times I've gone to an Indian, Korean, or Thai restaurant and I say "I'll take it Thai hot" (or the equivalent) and they take a look at me and make an executive decision to completely ignore my order. I've worked as a server and I know how annoyed kitchen staff can be if they have to remake food that was made correctly in the first place (and rightfully so, the customer is often wrong). I know you're just trying to make your day easier. I don't care that I'm a tiny white girl, and I don't care that people in the past have sent things back because they ordered it too spicy. I want be in physical pain from your food. I want to cry, I want my mouth to go numb, I want to leave the restaurant sweating. I will leave an ungodly tip, I promise. Thanks for coming to my ted talk.	"If this food is too spicy for me, I will double your tip."
Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. kinda drunk at the moment also on mobile also throwaway cause I don’t want this tied to my main So I 27M have been together with my Girlfriend 26F for almost 8 years, our relationship was kinda rocky since I usually have to go on business trip’s to different countries once in awhile, and she’s admitted she hates it since she’s paranoid that I might be cheating on her, she’s gotten cheated before in the past. I of course, reassured many times that I wasn’t. Even to the point I was not drinking while on my trips, trying my best to avoid other female interaction, even calling, texting her anytime I was Immediately free to text. She’s also pregnant which I assume made her paranoia worse, sometimes I’d even wake up to her calling me crying on the phone cause I didn’t answer her texts within a minute. I still once again, done everything to clear her suspicions about me which made me kinda depressed knowing that she doesn’t trust me fully enough. Last Week Tuesday, I came back home early from my trip to surprise her even buying big patch of flowers and tickets to a movie she’d been dying to seen for a couple months as well as buying her a ring since I’ve been wanting to pop the question for awhile now. When I arrived back home I saw a car that I wasn’t familiar with parked in the driveway, I assumed it was her friend’s car since one of them got her license 9 months ago. As I opened the door to the house I heard music blasting from our bedroom, I thought this was a bit strange since she doesn’t like loud noise. As I came upstairs and entered the bedroom, I saw something I thought i’d never seen in a million years. My girlfriend riding some guy that i’d never seen before in my life, I’m not gonna go into details about what I done but the guy ended up leaving the house after 15 or 20 minutes. Afterwards me and my girlfriend had a shouting match, she was accusing me of all sorts of things like how I was never around much, I rarely took her date anymore and that I was probably cheating on her while on my business trips. Which is a fucking lie considering I’ve always took her out somewhere when I came back from work even when I was tired as shit, and her accusing me of cheating was a fucking lie because I always showed her that I wasn’t, even gave her all my social medias password because I fucking loved her. I don’t know why but I just snapped, I packed all her belongings and threw them out into the cold rainy street where she started screaming at me even more for doing that, my head was hurting from the amount of anger that built up and her screaming in my ear didn’t help. Now I don’t condone what I did and I of course regret it, but I just grabbed her and threw her out into the street where I screamed at her to not come back because the locks would be changed. I slammed the door and called off work for 2 weeks due to a family emergency. All week I’ve just done nothing but drink myself to sleep because I’m just so heartbroken. EDIT: thank you everyone for the comments and private messaging me. I appreciate it a lot im sorry if I can’t reply to most of them but thank you. I am currently getting therapy and have stopped drinking as of now. Will be posting an update soon.	1. Stop drinking 2. Get an STD test 3. Get a paternity test done 4. Move on and find your purpose
Aside from having to deal with over thinking and nightmares, going to sleep means tomorrow will arrive faster, and I can’t stand it. And It’s so selfish to say since I should be grateful	I feel similarly. I often have dreams that my ex wife and I worked things out and we're living together again, I get to be a part of my children's daily lives and raise them as well as having a healthy and caring relationship with her... then I wake up... and my small apartment is empty, my kids often dont answer the phone when I call either. I hate going to sleep and i hate waking up. Edit: I dont want to take away from the post, I just wanted to let OP know they are not alone and it's going to be okay.
I started doing sex work when I was barely 19 and for two years this has been my life. I'm in training right now for a high paying sales job which would make me even better money than sex work. I'm so relieved to be starting this new chapter of my life. At this point, I'm so over being a prostitute. It wears on my mind and self esteem, and there's a constant fear that at any moment, I could be in trouble with the law and everything could come crashing down. I've met a lot of wonderful people over the past few years through my work, but the bad ones have been degrading and traumatizing. I'm so ready to begin anew and see what I can truly become in my life. It almost makes me want to cry. It's like being lost for years and finally finding your home again. I just wanted to get that off my chest, since I can't talk to many people about it at all.	That's wonderful, good luck with your new job 😍
My mom threw me (15m) out a month ago, and I’ve been staying with my boyfriend. His dad is just a wonderful person and said that I can stay as long as I need to and that he loved me, and as soon as he left the room I just broke down in tears because my mom never gave me this kind of love and support, telling me that she doesn’t “do empathy.”	You deserve to be loved! Sorry your mom couldn't express that to you but you now have 2 people who defenitely do!! Wishing you the best!
We, as a small family have all done everything we could to keep safe during this time. Masks, not going out, socially distancing. My grandfather, who was the toughest person I’ve known had to go into the hospital for emergency hand surgery due to diabetes and a wound that became infected. Doctors decided he needed to go into a nursing rehab facility to have a better chance of healing since insurance nor Medicare would pay to have someone come to the house to dress the wound daily. Well, this place was horrible to say the least. We obviously weren’t allowed in to check on in so relied on phone calls from him. He started telling us that the nurses weren’t changing the dressings and that he had not had been bathed in almost a week! Doing all we could from the outside we finally find out that several other patients have been battling COVID. Fast forward a few days and he tests positive. First symptoms didn’t seem too bad and that he’d be over it no problem but with how this sickness is he took a turn for the worse and his lungs started filling with fluid. He was rushed to the hospital where they found out he hadn’t been able to pee for 2 whole days. It was attacking his lungs and his kidneys. He fought a hard battle but decided on Wednesday he didn’t want any more of the medical treatments. He would have had to do dialysis daily if he ever made it out and was very close to needing a ventilator. Hospice was amazing and set up at his home so that he could come home and pass in peace. Yesterday the window of opportunity came and hospice transported him. Not being able to go inside the house stung but he saw everyone through the bedroom window and waved, fully knowing we were all there and loved him. 6 hours later he passed peacefully after the hospice nurse gave him his morphine. If you’re still reading this, thank you for taking the time. I just needed to get his story out there because he was so very loved and it’s just such a terrible way to go that nobody deserves. *edit- I just want to say thank you to everyone for the outpouring of support! This place can truly be an amazing place to lift your spirits. Thank you all again ❤️	I’m guessing that you live in the United States? If, so health care is a mess in this country, and it’s in serious need of reform. Your grandpa deserved better, I’m sorry for your loss.
I finally made it. I’m happy I made it, it feels good. I hope it stays like this.	Yo! Congrats! 🥳

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