My boys were 7 and 9, playing in the front yard when a drunk driver lost control and killed them. I absolutely froze up. Friends brought me food, I stayed home for a year watching TV. Looking out the window at others enjoying the day puzzled me as my world stopped but theirs was going on so I painted out the light, the world and just sat.

I had a blessing with a return visit of the boys, a second chance, a wake up call. I couldn't protect my boys from what their death was like but I could for others. I became a Hospice RN. I'm 70 now, retired but recently returned to Hospice to care for a neighbor's 6 year old daughter after her near drowning accident. The Universe wasn't ready for me to stop nursing, there was a need and I answered the Universe 'yes.'

It's not about what you get, it's about what you give. The Universe moves through us not to us. Here's my story. I'm grateful to get to share my story on a podcast after holding it in for ages. I speak it better than I can write it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11DgYOavHlM

My guy friends shame me for my race call me racist slurs as a joke and stuff but it's been getting too far honestly while my other group of guy friend who is the same race as me is calling me bad words but like for no actual reason.. I feel like it has to also do with the fact I give it so much attention or I backanswer when they call me such.. altho they are my good guy friends wtf is this behavior and does all guys do the same to their girl best friends? Is it because yall are too comfortable with us and consider us y'all's homies or sum? I don't get it

look this guy and this stupid bullshit ice cream mystery like im feeling like a pawn to a mystery being unveiled please research and help us find who or what made these disturbing tapes.. if you don't understand its fine just read the post i made the ice cream one please comment a resolve.. its been driving me insane scrolling through the internet for some giant conspiracy look if this message is written to you and you can see it help me with this BULLSHIT .. ################################################################################ IkZvciB0aGUgbG92ZSBvZiBtb25leSBpcyB0aGUgcm9vdCBvZiBhbGwgZXZpbDogd2hpY2ggd2hpbGUgc29tZSBjb3ZldGVkIGFmdGVyLCB0aGV5IGhhdmUgZXJyZWQgZnJvbSB0aGUgZmFpdGgsIGFuZCBwaWVyY2VkIHRoZW1zZWx2ZXMgdGhyb3VnaCB3aXRoIG1hbnkgc29ycm93cy4i

so me and my bf started dating on January,, everything's been going well until he told me how he keeps getting calls on no caller ID. i told him not to reply and he never did, and when it kept bothering him he blocked all the unknown numbers calls but then he had to remove it because his friends sometimes call him on unsaved numbers and I've actually seen his friends do so. he told me it's probably his ex calling him on no caller id because these calls started since me and him started dating. her friend saw us together so she definitely told her. one time he went to the gym and he was supposed to go with his friend he got a call on no caller id and when he answered it was her. he asked her what does she wants she said she wanted to say happy birthday he said i said what do you wants he told me she started guilt tripping him telling him that she felt hurt when she kept contacting him and that she needed him but he never replied he told her he had a girlfriend now and he's happy with her and that she's the one. he said she stared crying and asking how did he move on. he said he told her that he was a man with her and " kan nawi lhlal" but she no match for him and now it's over and she should focus on herself and move on, she kept saying but wait he said he hung up the phone on her face. when he told me about this when he got back from the gym i didnt believe him even though he never lied to me and he showed me screenshots of her asking him for a second chance multiple times after they broke up and he just declined and blocked her everywhere. he even blocked her number so she probably used her mom's phone. i told him i didnt believe him and asked for her account he said sure here's her account you can ask her about what i told her in the call, so i texted i said i was his girlfriend and if we can talk she acted like she didn't know me and she was so defensive first thing she said " gurl he was obsessed with me and you're just a rebound " and kept calling me names and saying that im such a pick me for texting her over a guy and was like " hada yt9abdo elih nas ??" although i just wanted to tell her not to call him again. she called me some names so i blocked her. a day passed she sent her friend to text me and sent me some screenshots of her and him when they were in a relationship acting all sweet to make me jealous. i blocked her friend too,, days after she got in contact with one of my college " friends " that friends claimed she met her at l'auto école and my friend mentioned if she knew me and she was like of yeah she's dating my ex. and she said that the ex told her that my boyfriend was actually nice to her in the call although my bf told me he was so rude and yelled at her and she said she was surprised that i texted her and told my friend that i attacked her although i never did. she also told my friend that he kept calling her on no caller id. then she showed her some pics of him and her when they were tgt. my " friend " told me " look i hate your boyfriend I've always hated him and i feel bad for the girl she can't move on even though he doesn't care about her ghadtni bezzaaaf " and she kept telling me to break up with him. and then she told me she will make a gc w her and the ex again, so his ex contacted me for the third time and she said i never wanted to date him but he was just so obsessed with me calling me on no caller ID during exams ( that's when me and him started meeting ) and that he was sweet to her on the call and that he's a hypocrite w mayhbch yrbeh l3eyb lnas, she said they dated for 7 months ( he told me they dated for 3 only ) she said she never called him on no caller id and she didnt call for him birthday because she doesn't even know it and she only called to apologise because sbto mn 9bel amd said she didnt even know about me. i actually got so mand for some reason she was so convincing and i was going to break up with him i called him a liar and all until he brought this girl who was a mutual friend between and her ex. their mutual friend called me and said they dated for 3 months and then he broke up with her he cut all ties with her and she's been obsessed ever since. she said she even used this girl's number to call him on no caller id because she misses his voice and how he would say " allo " she told me she's been stalking me irl and my accounts since January and she showed me screenshots of her talking trash about me and him January and she showed me screenshots of her talking trash about me and him. honestly i didnt believe my bf at first when he told me abt the call because he said he just told her to leave him alone and that he's got a gf and all, but when she mentioned the win galha ana kont rajel meak w kont nawi Ihlal he didnt tell me about it. and when i asked him if he said it at first he said he forgot and then i told him that if he did that those stuff it would be disgusting he told me he was scared that i would break up with him so he said he didnt say those sentences, and when he asked for his mutual friend opinion's whether it was wrong to say those things she said no it's normal you had to say them so she could leave him alone. for me i thought that he said those stuff to keep her lingering around but he said no he was just being mature and that if he wanted to lead her on he wouldn't have mentioned that he has a gf whom he loves and that if he actually wanted her he would've gotten her back before he even knew me because she kept asking him for second chances for a long time. (he showed me everything) these are screenshots of her asking about me with the mutual friend and sent me vns of her telling her about how we were holding hands in the campus and how she was definitely prettier than me

Today’s 100 word AI story for anyone to try and beat is a old school fav of a clash between a mouse and a cat with some cheese on the line

In Willowdale, a legendary cheese wheel sat unattended in the town square, enticing all with its aroma. Max, a cunning mouse, eyed the prize, but Whiskers, a ruthless cat, stood in his way. Max darted and weaved around Whiskers' swipes, leading her on a wild chase. He lured her into a bakery, where she became stuck in a vat of sticky honey. Seizing the opportunity, Max snatched the cheese wheel and proudly carried it away. The villagers cheered as Max paraded his prize, hailing him as a hero. Whiskers, humiliated, stuck to her day job, and Max's legend lived on.

On the day before I started kindergarten, I went to my baby-sitter Cindy's house for the last time. Her husband was constructing an in-the-ground pool in their backyard, and it was halfway done.

When my mom picked me up, I said goodbye to Cindy for the last time, and she said, "you should come swim in the pool someday." I thought she said "Sunday," so I yelled out "Sunday?!?"

Cindy and my mom laughed.

...and that's the day I learned that "Sunday" means Sunday, but "Someday" means never...

I once watched a movie that struck me to the core! The movie “Stars on Earth” is about a child with dyslexia. He was born into a good family, went to a regular school, but did very poorly in his studies. One day an art teacher came to the school, who saw in the child an extraordinary gift, which nobody noticed because of his poor performance in school. The child was incredibly talented in art, I would even say that he was a genius. The teacher helped him to establish his studies, taking into account his peculiarities and developed his genius. The story is very kind and poignant at the same time. It shows how imperfect the educational system is and how it kills the genius of children. Undoubtedly the education system requires reforms, because at the end of school we have an average, mediocre human intellect, without great grandiose goals.

The worst thing is that it is the geniuses who show themselves to be the least capable of academic success at the stage of general education. For example, Albert Einstein was expelled from gymnasium for failing in his studies, Thomas Edison was also expelled from school, and his education was taken care of by his mother. At school he was absent-minded and could not concentrate. Bernard Shaw dropped out of school at the age of 16. As time has shown, the absence of standard schools in the lives of geniuses, positively influenced their development. We got great works, epochal scientific discoveries that changed our lives. Now there are fewer and fewer geniuses, we can say that there are almost none. But I believe that they are there, there are no conditions for them to manifest themselves. And here I have a question: if there were a different system of education, which helps to germinate and strengthen the genius of a child, would we choose an ordinary school for him?

So, around 10+ years ago, I was newly single and decided "f*** it, I'll just do whatever."

I had a friend, who, while he wasn't the most attractive dude ever, had tons of money and his charisma was off the charts. He was punching way above his league in terms of the girls he was hooking up with and dating.

He suggested we try a mmf threesome (something he was itching to do to), and I decided to go for it. This was back in the day when OkCupid was a decent dating app, and we knew it was just a numbers game. Message 100 girls, get a few responses, eventually find someone interested. So that's what we did. We created a joint OkCupid profile, and while hanging out over the course of a week (he lived very close), we must have messaged about 500 women with the same copy and pasted message.

Finally we found someone interested in meeting up for it. Decent looking girl, but not someone I'd approach on my own to try to get laid. We met up, and she was extremely boring. Between me and my friend trying to be charming and chatty, she was literally giving it a 0/10 on the conversation scale. Fine - it's really just about the sex so who cares.

We made boring small talk for 30-45 minutes over some drinks and took a cab to his place. So that was gonna be it. I sat on her right side, he on her left, and we started taking turns making out with her.

About 2-3 minutes into this, as I'm taking my turn making out with this girl, i turn to see my friend with his dick out, fully, erect, starting to jerk off.

NOPE.

That was where any desire to try this out left my mind. First, it was the fact that the girl was so... mechanical about it. Nothing in her behavior said she actually wanted to do it. Then, my friend's behavior matched that attitude. I don't consider myself homophobic, but the speed at which my friend's dick was out was also a mood killer.

So I excused myself and said I needed a drink, then said I wasn't really into it and was gonna go home. I suggested the girl stay and they have fun fucking, but she said no and she was going home too, which was a bummer for my friend.

So that's my failed mmf threesome story.

P.S. what's really funny is that he and another friend of ours ended up doing this with a different random girl from OkCupid... and then a few months later the local newspaper ran an article about her being "the coolest girl to date off OkCupid" lol.

I was hired as a software engineer in a company that prided itself on innovation but rarely listened to ideas from anyone who didn’t sit at the top floor. When I pitched an app designed to support mental wellness, deeply informed by personal loss and months of quiet development, I wasn’t expecting applause. But I wasn’t expecting silence either. The proposal was brushed aside in less than three minutes. “Not aligned with corporate goals,” they said. I told myself it was fine. But I knew it wasn’t.

Weeks later, I was told I’d been reassigned. The email used words like “realignment” and “resource optimization,” but what it really meant was: “We don’t want your voice here.” They moved me to reception, a soft punishment. I was humiliated, boxed in by glass walls and startup art, watching people who once worked beside me pretend not to see me. But I took my laptop home every night, and in that quiet space, Mindscape Serenity began to take shape. With no funding, no support, and no audience, just vision.

Months later, the company announced a breakthrough. A new mental wellness platform was launching under the name of the CEO’s nephew. When I saw the interface, I felt something inside me crack. It wasn’t just similar. It was mine. The language, the logic, even the shade of blue I had obsessed over for accessibility - all of it had been stolen. I knew they had access to my early mockups. I knew what they had done. But I also knew they would never understand what made it actually work.

What they didn’t know was that I had rebuilt the entire app from scratch on my own device, under my own login, with encrypted logs and timestamps. And what they failed to grasp was that a product built on stolen code without heart would eventually collapse. When their app crashed in the internal beta, I knew it was time. I contacted a respected mental health researcher I had once emailed in desperation. She remembered me. And this time, she listened.

She helped me bring Mindscape Serenity to light, authentically, ethically, and for the people who actually needed it. While they scrambled to recover from public embarrassment, I stood in a room of strangers who believed in something real. They never apologized. They never would. But I wasn’t waiting for their approval anymore. I wasn’t their employee. I was the architect of something they never truly saw coming.

Watch the full story here: https://youtu.be/Qi54osRroaI?si=QuDdFeeGNDzcS2If

In the year 2149, space tourism had reached its peak. Everyone wanted to go to the Moon—not for science, not for history—but because it had the best-rated brunch in the solar system.

Greg, a humble office worker from Earth, finally saved enough to book his dream weekend.

He stepped off the shuttle, luggage in one hand, solar latte in the other—only to find chaos.

A hologram buzzed to life:
"⚠️ Apologies, dear traveler. The Moon is currently overbooked. Please wait in orbit until further notice. Average wait time: 7 lunar cycles. Thank you for your patience!"

Greg stared out the window of the shuttle. The Moon’s surface looked like Times Square on New Year’s Eve—if Times Square had robots fighting over pancake reservations.

"Unacceptable," Greg muttered.

Next to him, a Martian tourist snorted. "You should’ve gone to Ganymede. Quiet. Great lava spas."

Just then, the pilot made an announcement.
"Attention guests: As an alternative, we are now offering complimentary tickets to Pluto, where the lines are short and the atmosphere is emotionally distant."

Greg sighed. "Fine. Send me to Pluto."

Two days later, Greg sat in an empty diner on Pluto, sipping something purple and fizzing.

"Not bad," he admitted.

A robot waiter rolled up. "Would you like to enroll in our rewards program? Visit five outer planets, and get a free trip to the Sun!"

Greg blinked. "...Is that safe?"

The robot shrugged. "No one's redeemed it yet."

My father was a gambling man. Every weekend, he would drive out to Reno and take me with him.
Even in my earliest memories as a child, I could remember the sound of slot machines and excited cheers. I could smell the cigarettes and musty carpets in the motel hallway.

Despite that, he was a good father. I never went hungry or cold. He was kind and loving, with advice and teachings I still carry to this day. As time passed, his career became a serious motivation for him and he moved away from casinos. However, his vice never quite left him; he slowly began buying lottery tickets every Friday while coming home from work. Once, when I was 11, he had joked about how he would be Charlie with the golden ticket; how he would retire at 35 and relax for the rest of his life.

He got his wish 13 years later.

It happened on a warm summer night. I remember seeing him change with every number that flashed from the television. He chuckled at the first number, like it was an old joke heard a hundred times before. A more cautious cheer went up with the second.

With the third and fourth, he became silent. His head moved like a broken robot, going from the TV back to the ticket over and over. On the fifth number, he started to shake. He began to sweat like he had run a marathon despite not having moved for the past hour. His breath came in short, uneven gasps as he rolled off the couch and collapsed.

"Oh God, Dad! Dad?"

I screamed as I ran to his side, trying to pull my phone out. It fell, clattering to the floor before I could pick it back up with shaking hands. As I called 911 and talked to the dispatcher on speaker, I leaned over my father's chest to begin compressions. I can still feel the moment his sternum cracked.

The paramedics came 6 minutes after I called 911. They could not save my father, even with 5 defibrillator shocks. After a statement to an apologetic officer, the entourage dispersed. The police went back to patrolling the streets, while the ambulance took my father away. I slowly went back inside my home, numb. It felt like I was watching myself walk.

I don't remember picking up the ticket later that night. I only remember staring at it in the silence of the living room. This small piece of paper had been my father's dream. Now, he was gone.

So i (15f) currently staying/living with my aunt cuz my parents are temporarily living abroad for a few years. Fyi, me and my aunt & cousins are really close (she’s been like a second mother to me since birth and my cousins are like my brothers). Anyways, me anf my aunt signed up for swimming and we usually together. But this time she was stuck in traffic while on her way home. She asked me to get her swim bag to which she prepared prior and for me to go to the place first. I entered first (the workers let me in cuz im a regular and they called my aunt to make sure), changed and finished. As i put my towels down, this old looking lady (maybe 50s?) grabbed my hand and started talking to me. Obviously I was startled but didnt think much of it when she started to ask me personal questions. Before i say wgat im about to say, i always get mistaken/get told i look way older than i am. Anyways, she then told me “you’re pretty and your body is exactly what my son asked me to look for, for a wife. My son is a business man anf he is (20 smth but i forgot what)” hello? Why is she staring at ny body?? Btw shes been going to this center before i was and everytime i see her shr smiles and i smile back cuz she seemed really nice. Anyways from what shr said I was rlly creeped out and tood her i was literally 15. Dhe then PROCEEDED TO SAY SMTH SIMILAR TO “it’s ok! Wr can marry you off in another country like ________ (I honestly dont remember it was my first time hearing that coubtry)”. I saif no im not gonna get married when shr widened her eyes SM THAT IT LOOKED LIKE IT WAS GONNA POP OFF. I then kept on trying to change the topic but that hag wouldn’t listen ffs!!!!! She kept on blabbering something but I honestly couldn’t understand cuz she didnt speak goof English so i widened my eyes too and raised my voice in order to get her to leave me alone cuz shr seemed traditional and wouldn’t want a daughter in law who talks back. She then KINDA raised her voice at me but for some reason nobody batted an eye. I then took the towels and went to the locker room to get away from that lady. I then saw my aunt and we went back to the pool. I then saw the lady yapping to herself in her language but ignored her. Then when i got into the pool, she did too, okay no problem right? No. She swam incredibly close to me and was swimming like this emoji: 🏊‍♀️ . But this time she was intentionally splashing water at me (Ive seen her swim before and she was very peaceful). Anyways i js wanted to vent cuz i dont wanna let my aunt or cousins know.

First of all, sorry, because English is not my first language, so excuse me in advance for any mistakes i could have made.

Here is my story.

I've been working there for about 6 months now and late night shifts ends at 5am.

It's a big medical building where doctors, professors and students often come in order to study and experiment stuff.

I only work there as a simple technician but i have to be there until 5 in case something happens.

Everything was good until a couple weeks ago. I was alone and very fine with it: i like to put music in my headphones and do my job in peace.

But that night, my headphone turned off because i did not have battery anymore, so i put it on charge, and waited for 30min-1h to take it back.

During that time, i still did my job but i had to fix something in the building so i went there, without music, and knowing i was the only one in here.

I have to say that doors must be closed with a key everytime we pass them since there are very sensitive stuff which i can't talk about, but it's a security process.

I'm very carefull about it because i'm new here, and i love my job so i don't want to get fire, and it's part of my job to keep things safe.

So i went to fix this thing, closed the door behind me, came back to take my headphone, closed another door, and went out to take fresh air. I always double check when i close door. I also have OCD, so very practical in this case.

When i came back from fresh air, the door was already open. I closed it, surprised because i remembered i double checked, but i was very rational.

Although, the second door was also open.

Every. door. of. the. building. was. opened.

I first thought that an alarm went off and opened all of them, no sign of it. I checked on my computer, it's part of my job, i have access to every info about this. Nothing. happened.

I checked the cameras, No one was there.

The keys to open them are very secured and can't be copied unless you go to a specialist with a special agreement from the boss.

I had to close all of them and made a report about it.

When i made my report, i had to leave work, and while leaving, i heard somebody walking behind me, so i was indeed scared the shit out of me so i started to run as fast as i could until my house (i live at 20min from work).

When i arrived home, i took a shower to get things out of my mind, and went down to eat something and tell a friend about it. They did not believe me a single second and told me i might be tired since i work a lot.

When i hang up, i just had time to put the food on the table that somebody else calleld me. THe man on the phone told me he was my half-brother that i never heard of before, he followed me to work, and tried to assault me because he hates me that i never tried to look for him, but then was scared because all the doors opened at the same time so he left.

I thought i was alone, then i thought we were two, now i don't freaking know.

Now every night i'm scared, tried to talk about it with my collegues but no one believes me. Idk why, but i do always keep my headphones on, and try to always have battery. I don't want to live anything like that again. Idk what to do.

I was dating one of my employees for around a month. She’s bi and was still technically married to a woman. Out of nowhere she broke up with me and told me that I gave her chlamydia. I later found out that she got back together with her wife, and the chlamydia came from her.

So last night I went out for a beer with a friend. My ex happened to come to the same bar with her wife. Just to stir the pot, my female friend walks up to my ex and her wife and says “thanks for giving my boyfriend chlamydia”. (We aren’t dating, she just wanted to say something). My ex immediately gets up and grabs her by the hair and starts punching her. I jump in to try and stop it. My friend runs away, so I’m by myself getting punched by both my ex and her wife. I didn’t know what to do, so I threw my ex over a meat smoker so I could try and control the wrists of her wife. A guy came over to break it up and said “I used to be a cop”. So I just said “good, make them stop trying to beat my ass” then we left and got another drink at a different bar.

I had to share this story somewhere, so thanks for reading. If you ask me how many short lesbians I could take in a fight, the answer is more than two🤘🏽 have a good day lol

The title is as chilling as the experience itself was for me. I was 19, reckless, and naïve about the dangers of meeting strangers online—especially someone living 1,000 kilometers away. Stick around, there’s a plot twist.

At the time, I was 19, navigating high school reasonably well but yearning for excitement and adrenaline. I was a straight-A student with a modest following on Instagram, no real friends to hang out with, and a life consumed by schoolwork and rhythmic gymnastics. Deep down, I despised the monotony. I wanted to break free, even if just once. My relationship with my family was in shambles; arguments were a weekly occurrence. That particular week, I overheard my family talking about me, and it shattered me. As I approached the door to enter my home, I heard my stepdad use horrific words to describe me. My mom chimed in, saying she wished I’d move as far away as possible. Then, laughter.

Can you imagine how I felt? I had never felt so lonely. But what I craved in that moment wasn’t comfort—it was revenge. Revenge through action. I didn’t go home. Instead, I walked to a nearby café. While scrolling through Instagram, I noticed a message from a man. He lived in a neighboring country—not too far, but far enough to feel thrilling. We started chatting casually; he told me he was in his twenties and working as a doctor. I mentioned I had finished all my exams for the week and had five days off from school. Then he said something that floored me: “Why don’t you come here for a few nights? Your trip is covered by Dr. [his name].” My jaw dropped. What if I just went? I thought to myself.

I did some fact-checking and found his family online—his sister, parents. At the time, that felt like enough reassurance. Looking back, I realize how reckless I was. Agreeing to this was madness.

An hour later, I received an email with my flight details. But there was a glaring issue: it was a one-way ticket. The flight was scheduled for the next day. I hesitated to ask about the return ticket, thinking maybe he’d forgotten to send it. You might think I was foolish not to ask, and I was, but I didn’t stress too much. I had enough savings to cover a return flight, which cost around 100 euros. Perfect, I thought, and went home to pack. I wasn’t even nervous—just thrilled to escape my house, even for a few days.

The next day, I told my mom I’d be gone for a few days. She was shocked and demanded to know where and why. I gave her a typical teenager response: “None of your business.” In hindsight, I should have explained. I left for the airport, and an hour later, I was greeted by the man. It was him.

Red Flag #1:

He was shy but kind, and his English was good, which put me somewhat at ease. However, as soon as we got into his car, he pulled up a map and said it would take 50 minutes to reach his place. That’s when the reality of my decision hit me. I had done something very dangerous, and there was no turning back. I gripped my phone and passport tightly, almost shaking.

We arrived at his apartment—a small, one-bedroom unit with no furniture, just a TV and a bed. I gasped silently, thinking, “What have I done?” To make matters worse, I had no Wi-Fi, no way to contact anyone, and no access to book a ticket back. I stayed quiet, trying to keep my composure while frantically brainstorming an escape plan.

Red Flag #2:

After a brief chat, he said he was going to take a shower. I agreed, but then I saw him grab the keys from the table and take them with him into the bathroom. My heart sank. This was a trap. I was convinced I was going to die. We were on the fourth floor, and I felt utterly trapped.

While he showered, I asked for the Wi-Fi password, pretending I needed it for something casual. Once connected, I immediately searched for flights back home. I didn’t book one just yet—I wanted to see how things unfolded, though my instincts screamed at me to leave.

That night, he went to bed early because he had work the next morning. Nothing happened between us; we just talked. But I couldn’t sleep. I lay awake, terrified. The next morning, as he got dressed for work, I pretended to be asleep. Then I heard it—the sound of the door locking from the outside. He had locked me in. My heart dropped. All i did was sit there and silence. I didn't even try to open the door because i was sure there was some kind of a alarm that would send a signal to his phone or something. I was in denial...

He sent me a msg an hour later that there is food in the fridge and that we could go shop food after he gets off. He worked only for about 2 hours.

He got back and I dont know if he could tell that i had been crying for the past hour. We just sat there and he suggested we'd take a walk. I agreed and got dressed. He said i didn't need my purse but i sneakily took my passport because i had that fight or flight mindset.

HE opened the door and guess what, i was right. As soon as the door was closed he locked it from the outside just like i heard. I dont know if he noticed that i saw that but thats when my heart began racing. I had no wifi anymore and i didn't even know where i was.

I was now too scared to ask him anything at all even about the return so i just played as calm as possible.

The whole walk I could feel my heart pumping and hands sweating. Its like every word that came out of his mouth proved me more that he was someone very disturbing wanting to do god knows what with me. I remember he even wore sunglasses and a cap which got me even more assured he was in a mafia. And the fact that he is a doctor. My mind was extremely creative during that walk connecting all the dots thinking he was going to cut my corpse open and sell my organs.

One point i saw him look away and i was ready to RUN for my life but i couldnt.

I assume you have a clear picture now what was racing through my mind as a 19 year old girl in an unknown city that speaks a foreign language. No hope.

Eventually after walking for 2 hours west & east we got back. We sat down and i was at the peak of bawling my eyes out.

He rested his legs little and thats when he said something that completely proved WRONG my crazy assumptions. "Oh i think i forgot to send you the return ticket, its tomorrow morning"

The feeling of relieve completely took over my body and soul. I was going to get out. "Yes i don't think you have". He sent me it and told me he was going to drive me there on time.

Gosh I was delusional i thought to myself the rest of the day. After getting that claritification i feel like i could finally relax my time actually there. For the first time i realized how beautiful the environment was and how kind he was aswell. I think when you have an assumption so crazy your brain instantly picks out the elements that back that assumption up even more.

But now i was finally enjoying. Enjoying the feeling of not being home while at the same time missing home more than ever to hug my mom.

Fast foward he drove me to the airport and helped me with the language thing with security.

I remember when he hugged me for the last time saying he's going to miss me i thought what a nice man he actually was. And i even realized that i was going to miss him too especially when i hadn't even focused on getting to know him better.

I arrived back home safe. I brought sweets from the airport to my parents to remember them. Well obviously it was no use because when i walked thru the front door they were already yelling at me. I never told them where i was. I just said that i needed a break from the noise with the most calmest tone known to man.

I couldn't tell them. I knew they would completely lose it. I never told my friends either.

A few days after i had returned home i had already gotten back into my old routines. I felt like the adrenaline i had experienced during those 2 days was enough to fill the rest of the year.

If you're curious what happened between me and him: I politely told him i was not interested but i wished everything good for him in life.

To this day i dont know if he had a motive somewhere in his mind and if he did what was it.

I am now 27, happy & out of that damn house. I'm glad i continued to work hard in school and on my career. I am a doctor now aswell indeed.

This story still keeps me sometimes up at night wondering where he is or what he's doing. Or

What would my life look like if i had been kidnapped.

This is a real story based on true events.

Not an English speaker.

So since a month i changed country due to my job promotion for a big role and since i'm in a higher role i have the chance to give promotions and all this stuff and this morning what i wrote in the title happened.

So i was reviewing clients contracts, companies expenses and all this stuff when 2 documents caught my attention because they were having the same name at the bottom. I checked others and at the end i saw that the same name was on a lot of documents so i made a small research on who was the guy. It turned out the guy was almost on the top list of people with more overtime. So it was easy to understand, he was taking responsabilities and risks above his role, hard worker and was doing a ton of overtime.

So i just leaned back looking at his name and he reminded of me. Hard worker, crazy overtime hours(even if my overtime wasn't paid), taking risky choices and so i decided to award him with a promotion. (Actually i didn't understood why he wasn't having any promotion but he was always at the same role and salary despite all this things)

So i called him in my office to deliver the news and when he arrived and took a seat i noticed he was sweating and was shaking so i told him to take a glass of water amd reassured him that i wasn't about to fire him and he seemed relief but when i opened my mouth to talk again he caught me off guard "boss did i do something wrong? I made some mistakes? Am i in trouble?". I just smiled and told him no and then told him that i appreciated a lot his dedication and hard work for this company so i was giving him a promotion and a salary raise.(from around 30k a year to around 50k)

He again caught me off guard when i finished and started crying. Not a few tears but was actually seriously crying. It went for a few minutes until he asked me "boss can i have a hug?". I was stunned but replied "ehm....ok i guess..." and he actually huged me ahahah. But then explained why. According to him 2 days ago he was talking with his gf about saving money for their future, their future house, a wedding and their new life so this promotion was coming at the perfect timing and out of the blue asked me if i was some kind of friend of his gf because it was a weird coincidence that 2 days ago they were talking about this and today he got his first promotion but again i smiled and joked "well it depends, if your gf is cute i can surely become her friend hahahah".

So we talked a bit and he again thanked me. I thought that it was the end of this but then when we had the morning break and i was down to take a coffee with some collegues we noticed that he stepped aside and made a call. When he delivered the news we heard someone screaming at the phone "seriously? Tell me you're not joking, i'm so proud of you ...." We all exchanged a look like "ok, wtf is going on?" and then he confirmed that he called his gf and as we heard she was "a bit happy of the news" ahahah. (Of course bro, just a bit happy ahahah)

So just this. I really thought that he would just be happy about the promotion but it turned out to be very important for him and i'm just happy to valorize his hard work and dedication for our company. And until now is one of those shitty days and i'm already angry as hell and hope this day to end as quickly as possible but this guy's reaction just make happy and smiling.

sci fi as to why we live in a universe that looks like we are only ones and no its not the matrix

https://open.spotify.com/episode/1py2H06XwfGXqx41O0CvI4

I didn’t want to talk to you about my life because it’s very visceral so I’ll write a short summary that you may read at your own pace. My mother was a heroin addict, my father was an alcoholic and after his motorcycle wreck when I was 7 he was addicted to opiates. When I was 11 I found my father foaming out of his eyes nose and mouth, I thought he had a sinus problem since he was always using nasal spray, so I laughed at him played with his dead body (it was still warm so I didn’t know he was dead I just thought he was asleep he’s a heavy sleeper) and I left to go play I came home to everyone in town at my house and my mother sobbing to which she told me my dad died. Regardless of my parents being addicts I love them with all my heart they put me in this planet after all. My mother didn’t use when we lived in rockton from 9-11 years old. My uncle picked me up that day and hours after my dad died explained that my dad had always been a piece of shit trash human being (something that wasn’t true my father was the kindest man alive) and proceeded to choke me out and tell me more things about my dad, he then dropped me off at home where my mother called me into her room. She was taking seroquel heroin and smoking weed seroquel is a drug so strong that when my mom used it in the future she would fall asleep lighting a ciggerate on the stove and burn herself horrifically and not even notice because the drug is so strong. That night she was trying to overdose and killherself and told me “son you are the man of the house I need you to take care of me and your sisters” we moved to Rockford and my mom started dating dealers, the dealers would drug my mom and try to gang rape her, I was fighting grown men from raping my mother from 12-14 years old, I’d come home to my two younger sisters hiding in the closets covered in clothes buried and crying because they didn’t want to get beaten or raped. My mother would hallucinate and think my sisters were doing her pills at 4-7 years old and stick her fingers down their throat and force them to vomit to which I’d have to wrestle my delusional mother off of my sisters. I was raised in essentially a crack house, all my life had been a storm. When I was in high school I never got into trouble and I always got good grades to set an example for my sisters, I never had clothes I smelt like ciggerates from my mom chain smoking and had 5 sets of clothes I had to make last 2-3 weeks until laundry day. My mom would sell her food stamps so we’d sometimes go hungry to which I’d steal the food card hide it and walk to aldi to get groceries for the house it was a 4 mile walk carrying a lot of weight between water eggs bread pasta pasta sauce just things I know I can cook at a young age since my mother never taught me. When I was 14 I was sent into foster care because my moms side of the family took my sisters and threw me out because I am a mirror image of my father they gave me a trash bag with my clothes and told me if I say anything about going to foster care they’ll beat my ass, my father built them a 7 bedroom house with 4 bathrooms etc and they only had 3 people living there and they wouldn’t have me live there. The first foster home I was in was a drug lords house, he wouldn’t set up my bus route so I’d walk 7 miles to school everyday I’d have to leave at 5 am to make it in time, then after that they forced me into football (they just wanted my foster care check they didn’t really care for me) and I’d work in their restaurant city bbq and subs a front for a crack cooking operation, so while I’m selling ribs and running an entire restaurant by myself they were making crack in the back and selling it so I’d get home at 11 or 12 panicking until I finally collapsed at 2 and then at 3 him and his gangbanger friends would bust into my room and make me drive them around town all night doing drug deals, all while threatening to beat my ass etc it if I refused. I told my counselors and social workers and they wouldn’t believe me despite me offering to show them where the drugs are etc the problem was these monsters had so much money they had a 250k house at the time so they just thought I was lying because the cars and the house were nice. During this I made a friend named Robert who also lived in a crack house and I had to go save his 15 year old sister from getting gang raped in a crack den a crack den is a house where they traffic women by getting them strung on crack and fentanyl and the pimp or peddler sells their bodies to people the girls are so strung out they don’t even realize what’s happening I saved my friend R’s sister B from 4 naked thugs raping her and through her limp naked body over my shoulder and sprinted to her house as fast as I can in broad daylight just to bring her to her home which was ANOTHER crack house where her mother and father were overdoing because they stole a quarter key if coke from someone 8000$ worth and used it all in one setting as to not get caught by the dealer they stole it from. I woke up every night in my foster home after two hours of sleep to drive these men around and occasionally have to fight them, they made me work like a slave constantly between landscaping their entire properties to pulling apart their decks and rebuilding and staining them, I got a sip of water from the hose once and got attacked by three of them because when they went to use the hose “it got them wet”. After that I was sent to a new foster home and this one was better but the difference was that the parent was never home, so there was mever any food for me to eat at my last house I could eat once a day when I’d work at the restaurant and stuff as many ribs down my stomach as I could fit to make it through The Weeknd as every weekend they’d leave me in their house with no food, I would have starved at my new foster home if my friend Robert didn’t move two streets over and his family fed me everyday and that helped me a lot. I begged and begged to be emancipated by my counselor and it finally happened when I was about to turn 17. I got an apartment I worked 2 jobs one at beefaroo and one chopping wood, I was still going to high school at the time as well but even working 49 hours a week I couldn’t pay my 575 a month rent and bills because I was under 18 I was paid like 5-6 a hour I also had no car and would walk or take the bus with my free buss pass from the state whenever I could. So I had to drop out of high school to work more, I asked for more hours and received less, and then my boss at beefaroo broke into my house while I was at work and stole all the money out my safe, after that while they were caught the police couldn’t find the money so I lost my apartment and became homeless. I could have lived with my mother and S but S was beating my mother and I couldn’t do anything about it or my mother would be homeless. Years later after getting on my feet my mother told me she had stage 4 cancer, breast cancer pelvic cancer bone marrow cancer and lumps all over her body, at that moment the only thing I knew about cancer was Rick Simpson oil, a gentlemen invented it and claimed it cured his stage 4 cancer look into it, I got ahold of some people I knew and at that time due to all the stress I started smoking weed myself and it was awesome I finally slept for once I could think so I enrolled in college I was working at ups going to college and working in a lab learning how to make Rick Simpson oil I ran a dry ice extraction with rotovap machine and distiller as well as the crc filtering to make it pure and without additives it costed me my entire life savings at the time despite making 39 a hour in the lab and 30 a hour at ups but I shoveled all of my money into Rick Simpson oil for my mother to try and cure her she begged me everyday to not let her die and I was going to do my best to save her it’s hard to believe how cheap it is now it’s 6$ for 1000mg when I made it it was 90 for 1000mg and I think I spent 45k on my mothers medication I had to take on hustling weed at work to make the money luckily all my friends were smokers so that was easy, i made a promise to my mother I could never keep, so I was doing this and it was helping her her hair stopped falling out she was finally eating she was happy and coherent but there was still a hurdle. She was still addicted to the drugs and cigarettes that gave her the cancer to begin with. So I was never going to be able to save her no matter how hard I tried and I’d do more than the same for both of you, I’d give every organ I have to you and your family without hesitation I’m -O so I can after all. But anyway I lost my mother my sisters hated me because I promised them I’d save her and they were alienated by my mothers side of the family so I tried to focus on school and couldn’t because I started experiencing delusions. With ptsd it’s normally a flash or a blink that was easily controlled, but the delusions I experience( and I can’t express how embarrassed I am to even talk about this) are crippling and I have problems differentiating reality from fiction in the sense of I see people foaming out their face like my father, I see their eyes turning red like his did, I hear my mothers voice and cries begging for life and I see other things I don’t like talking about. It’s shameful it’s embarrassing it makes me feel like I’m not a complete person. However over time and thank god for P I’ve grown to learn to live with those things, they don’t go away but the happier I am and the more I help and love people the more complete I feel. I don’t romanticize cannabis and I can’t expect you to understand but I have knowledge on the plant beyond what people with masters in labs science of cannabis have. The main draw back is that you build a tolerance. So for example thc stops rem sleep which is connected to dreaming which I believe has a correlation to my delusions hence when I’d medicate with it I wouldn’t experience those delusions whatsoever. That’s why my time in jail was so rough it wasn’t a withdrawal it was a reintroduction of my past problems. I don’t even like talking about it because I don’t want people to think I’m crazy and lock me away in a nut house. I thrive when I know people care for me because no one ever has. Which is another reason why I’m so in love with your daughter, she’s the only soul I’ve ever met that is gentle and kind hearted as she is. She always extends a hand to anyone indiscriminately and she makes me a man. There’s more to my life but I think this might give you a small insight into why I am where I’m at right now. If there’s one more thing I could add it’s that having a loving support system from all of you her Mandy Evan peach everyone has finally given me something I never had in my life and that’s people that care about me and love me. It’s all I ever wanted and I’m the most blessed man in the world for having it. Even with everything that happened or happens to me I’m only grateful that I get to be apart of all of your worlds I was never happy to be born I always felt owed and wronged, and now I have everything I ever could have wanted I love you all thank you for everything, my parents live and love through me now and I have so much more I want to give to the ones I love thank you for being there for me I never had anything until I got my family. And I promise on P’s life I’ll never have anything but a tender heart for your daughter she’s a direct reflection of how you guys Raised her I’m sorry if I overwhelmed you with my past, I just didnt want you to judge me or hate me or ever think I was being disingenuous with how I act towards you but I promise what I say is always true and when I spend time with you all I feel like I’m home.

I am an artist now, but as a child learning to draw at home, I showed very rapid progress and a very early aptitude for the fine arts. I had a very fine sense of beauty. But when I went to school, I got low grades in art classes and stopped drawing outside of school altogether. Only when I had to for class. I was literally sick of it!

It wasn't until I reached my teens that I found an independent way to learn and was able to develop a talent on my own. Yes, the world would have lost nothing if I hadn't become an artist. But imagine if the standard system of education had broken the genius of the great microbiologist and chemist Louis Pasteur? Or the French founder of electrodynamics, mathematician and chemist Andre-Marie Ampère? By the way, he never spent a day in school. He was home-schooled, and home education tends to be individualized. Isaac Newton was lagging behind his peers when he started school. If the standard education system broke the genius of these people, it would literally change the course of history! Sometimes I think that maybe we could all be geniuses, what do you think about that?

I have dreams about my boyfriend who passed away almost 9 months ago almost every single night. I used to have dreams about him when he was still alive as well. I always told him about the dreams, I told him that I think that he is my soulmate because I never had dreams of anyone like that before. I still feel his energy and presence and spirit in everyday life, and in those dreams.

I even had a dream about him passing away a few months before he passed away. (No he didn’t die from something expected, his death was tragic and sudden.) I am a lucid dreamer so I can think of him before I go to sleep and dream about him. He told me that he wanted to have me as his girlfriend forever shortly before he passed away, so I feel like he is always still with me. I don’t think that this is just delusion or grief, I think that our souls are connected in some way. I’ve always been a very spiritual person, though not religious.

This whole experience I’ve had with him has been deeply spiritual and beautiful and profound. I always try to go back to sleep or wish to go back to sleep every time I dream of him. I know that he’s still with me and that he still loves me. I just wanted to share because I think this is beautiful. I made a post about him a little over a month ago, and I have so much that I can share about him, he is such a beautiful soul.

For some context, I'm in college and I've always questioned my sexuality and I've always been very indecisive, so it's safe to say that I'm bisexual but I hate going by labels so I suppose I'm just up for whatever, I've had my share of experiences in the past with the same gender but at the time of our relationship, that was all deep in the past and I wanted to forget it all. however, me and my ex broke up in February and I think it's safe to say everything that's going on, is faaaaar from finished. But here's my story so far

I got with this girl in April of 2024 and before and during the first few months of our relationship, everything was great, we loved each other and would always laugh when we were around one another. But later on, I began to question whether what Id gotten into was a friendship which was just under the wrong title. This is for a few reasons. The first reason was that she was VERY committed and seemed to want plan our entire lives ahead of the game, including weddings, houses, children etc. All of these kinds of conversations would kinda make me look into my future and feel almost trapped, like I'd signed a waiver telling me I MUST live this exact life and there is no way out. I don't know why I felt like this over someone I loved but it just seemed like a lot of pressure for someone of my age (17 at the time).

Another issue was that I have had a girl best friend who moved away, the full way across the country to manchester due to deep family issues, and me and her had been best friends for years before I even knew my ex, and in our relationship, she would never ever let it go. She would always ask old friends of mine about this girl and try to pry info out of them, almost as if she WANTED to find something to argue about, because that was her mentality. I do understand the suspicion behind me being best friends with another girl but she hardly ever said it to my face and would always try to bring our friends (Originally my friends from high school) into our drama.

Around two or three times in our year long relationship, I would travel across the country to meet this long term best friend of mine and stay at her house for a few days, for clarification, I would tell my gf every time I went up and we would sit down and talk about the situation, she would rightfully be anxious that I'm going to another girls house for the weekend but I'd always assure her that we were only friends (common sense should say that if me and my best friend were gonna date, we would have started dating YEARS before this). So I would always tell her that nothing would happen between me and her and we would reach a conclusion every time, both in agreement.

Every single time I'd be in Manchester, my girlfriend would always send me a LONG ass message, telling me how worried she is about if I'm doing stuff with my best friend and it would 99% of the time lead to a huge argument and we would be at a stalemate until I got back home, to which we would see each other in person again and joke around and everything would be fine.

If I was ever up in Manchester my best friend would always tell me that she sees something bad in my girlfriend, and that she's not healthy for me Becuase she starts all of these arguments, which is my next point.

Over almost ANY of my personal opinions that I'd share, she would cause a huge argument over it. I remember being in class and my table had a conversation that "if you had to kiss a celebrity of the same gender, who would it be" so I (pretty fairly) said 'kit Harrington' and she went off on a huge rant, asking me if I was still gay or if I still have feelings for guys etc, and this argument never really went away.

Introducing some more people, I was in a group with one other guy and 2 girls, the guy and one of the girls were dating and the other girl never felt anything towards men, let's call this group the silly sausages. So I would hang out with the silly sausages once or twice on a pretty even 2 week basis, we would hang at one of our friend's houses and always watch a horror film or two. And quite deep into our relationship me and the silly sausages decided to invite my girlfriend to hang out with us one time. The day went good but over the following days these friends would each tell me 'i see something strange in her', especially the girls since 'girls know girls'.

Anytime somebody said they saw something strange in my gf I wouldn't think anything of it since I loved her and 'I don't care what anyone else thinks'.

Time came around when concerts started going on sale and me and my gf went to 2 of them, both in October of 2024, 2 days apart. For one I had lent her a shirt with the band name on it Becuase she didn't have any merch so I gave it to her just for that one show. Besides that, earlier in the year I booked tickets to Billie Eilish and id asked my gf if she wanted to go with me and she said she couldnt and gave me the excuse of 'i haven't got enough money atm' which is valid, so rightfully so, I invited my best mate (the girl in Manchester). I thought that since my gf and by best mate have a big deal with each other, I'll tell my gf that I'm going with my cousin (of the same name as my best mate, by coincidence), just to save us from another argument. I thought it was a good idea so when comic con came around I asked my gf and she gave me the same excuse why she couldn't go, so invited the girl from 'the silly sausages' who isn't into guys cuz we both liked films etc. I used the same excuse in that I was going with my cousin yet again simply to avoid the arguments (which in the relationship, were genuinely CONSTANT)

A bit further near the end of the relationship me, the silly sausages, my gf and a few other close friends were sitting in a coffee shop (bear in mind I never gave my gf any details on my past relationships with other men Becuase it wouldn't be necessary) I go to the toilet with my guy friend cuz we both needed to go, and my gf and one of the girls from the group stand outside and one of the girls mentions one of my past experiences with a guy (Becuase at the time I was open with it and I foolishly told a lot of people a lot of the details etc). This, being new news to my gf, caused a very deep and embarrassing conversation and I had to explain who he was, what happened and everything in between, my legs were shaking the whole time And I hated every second of it. But we came to the conclusion that it was in the past and that I've changed. (She held onto the story and uses it against me later on Becuase that's just what she does and I knew she would do it)

Many many arguments and make ups, and trips back and forth from Manchester later, I was sat with 2 of my college friends, alone. My girlfriend wasn't around at the time And she'd booked us tickets to see Lana del Rey in 2025 whilst I was on holiday a month or two prior. And I spoke my mind to these friends and just said "guys... I feel like the only reason I'm still with her is Becuase she has the tickets to see Lana del rey, otherwise I'm fed up with the arguing Becuase it's making me miserable and putting too much stress on me". They both agreed and told me she wasn't good for me so when my gf walked into the class, she kept asking me what was wrong and we went outside to chat.

I told her that the commitment to our relationship was extremely heavy and it was putting way too much pressure on me and that I can't chain myself down to such a fixed path in life Becuase she'd plan our entire life all the time. To cut to the chase, I broke up with her that day and we went our seperate ways home and left on (what I thought) good terms, I was still gonna see Lana del Rey and we were gonna be friends.

Sidenote - So she had a tendency to make up stories in her head and believe them which caused her to overthink every situation, so during the breakup, i told her not to make up stories or reasons I ended the relationship and that I'd told her everything she needed to know, however she did not listen at all and would constantly be asking everyone questions about my past life, who my closest friends were, who my past relationships were etc.

One night which I will never forget, me and the silly sausages went to an escape room, then to a KFC (bear in mind my ex used to work at this KFC, but she quit months before this) then, one of the girls in the group said "how crazy would it be if my ex showed up cuz she used to work here" then she actually did walk through the doors and told the other guy in the group that she came in to get her sister a wrap (remember this info). Then me and the 2 other girls sat at a table quite far away and my mate (the male one) stayed behind and spoke to my ex.

My mate then came back to the table and my ex left, no wrap in hand, not even a bag. She never ordered anything. And my mate sat down with his food after half an hour of talking and told us everything she said, he has invited her to sit with us but she said "no I hate them, urm sorry, I hate HIM". This really annoyed the two other girls Becuase they had done nothing but help my ex when she was upset in the past and she's just gone and said she hates them, I don't think she meant 'just me' I reckon she MEANT 'i hate them' and realized who she was talking to so quickly switched up her words

Another thing that happened was that she was asking this friend all about whether I was gay, if I was trying to get with Manchester best friend or if I was trying to get with one of the girls of this group and she would not leave him alone that whole time.

We all came the the conclusion that she stalked the one of the friend's or my Snapchat locations Becuase a couple of days later she had a go at me for doing an escape room with the silly sausages when I said me and her were gonna plan one (during the relationship, which by this point, was over), I never told her we did an escape room, nobody did, and yet she knew?? Then she shows up at the same KFC as us? Then she leaves without buying the wrap for her sister like she said?? And once we all left the KFC, we looked at the car far behind and on the right of us in the car park which had 3 people in it, 2 in the front, one in the back. And we all said "that person in the back looks like my ex" so we stayed in the car park, acting like we were eating, I called Manchester friend Becuase she loved drama so the 4 of us plus Manchester friend on the phone are in the car and we come up with the idea that if the 2 girls go to put rubbish in the bin, they can get a better look at who is in the car. So when they leave to go to the bin, the girl in the back suspiciously ducks down so we can't see her.

The male friend in the silly sausages then snaps my ex, to try and find out where she is, and she sends a snap back saying she's at home in her room, however id been to her house many many times and the light fixture that was on the ceiling in the snap, was not the one in her room, so we all reckon she had fake snaps and she sent one to this friend as almost a decoy.

After we wait in the carpark for about 45 minutes we decided to leave and as we turn the first corner me and my friend both see the car leave and head the right direction as if u were going to my ex's house.

a week or two after, me and my college best mate (the only other guy from the Silly Sausages friend group) were in a lesson and I was talking about how much freeer I felt (my ex wasn't in the room at the time). My friend was talking all about how he's glad she's out of our lives Becuase he couldnt stand her attitude and hated the way she treated me so my friend did not like her at all. Then all of a sudden she walks in and sits down. She's quiet for a little bit and then turns to my friend and just says "so why do you hate me then". She basically sent the whole class into silence and my friend just mumbled something like 'i don't know I just don't like you' and she then turned to me and repeated herself saying 'what so you hate me too?? Is this how it is? Is this how you really feel about me?" Then she started fully shouting at us telling us how heartbroken she felt, with the entire class and the teacher listening in, then she stormed out.

This annoyed my friend so much since he'd just been ridiculed in front of everyone and that's when we both just thought "we need her fully out of our lives Becuase she isn't gonna give up on this breakup"

After that things died down but also got kinda worse. She blocked anybody who had anything to do with me on Snapchat and Instagram and whatever else she could, but she never blocked me on Pinterest, which I found odd Becuase she would always question me on my Pinterest Becuase I'm an artist so there's a lot of nude drawing of men and women on there Becuase I was doing drawings about the human body at the time, so there was a lot of naked drawings on there etc, so shed always act off about that. So I found that interesting. Anyways, I had a tattoo inspo board on Pinterest and one of the tattoos was on the 'little finger's side of the hand, right on the edge, and it was just words, and I wanted my favorite Lana del rey album tattooed there. A few days later she comes into college late and rumors go around saying she has a tattoo, I ask a close friend of hers what the tattoo is of and she said " it says honeymoon, it's on the side of her hand and she says it's her favorite Lana del Rey album". That really got to me, Becuase during our relationship, Honeymoon was 'our' album becuase id had a birthday party themed around it so it was quite significant to us both, so why she would steal one of my designs and get that specific album tattooed is absolutely mental to me.

One final thing she did , which was literally the other day, was (remember I lent her that band T-shirt for that concert?) well, j never got it back after the breakup and she wore it into college the other day and I'm looking at demanding to have that shirt back Becuase I never told her she could keep it and it would be common courtesy to give it back.

That's pretty much the whole story though so Thanks for reading it, I'll update this if anything else happens.

TL;DR! Ran into an old flame, and lit a bonfire

Back when I (M18 at the time) was freshly graduated from high school and a month away from moving to university, I met a girl named Maria (F17 at the time) (fake name). She was a gorgeous girl with long brown hair and an infectious smile. We would hang out almost every day, long into the night driving around in my old F-150 for the entire month before I moved.

When we got close to my moving date we met up to talk, since we both knew it was coming, and agreed that we had to go our separate ways due to distance and other factors. It was always my story of “the one that got away” when people would bring up the topic.

Until.

In the fall semester of my last year I was back in town looking at an apartment as I was starting a new program at the university in the city I grew up in. After signing the lease, a couple of my friends from high school called me up asking if I wanted to go for drinks that night.

Since I was only planning to come sign a lease, I was wearing sweatpants (not super great bar attire) but luckily myself and my friend Ben (fake name) were about the same size so he told me to swing by his parents place and grab a pair of jeans.

With the gents all set for the night we got a ride to the bar we wanted to go to. Upon arrival we see this massive line and yelled out asking how long of a wait and someone replied “been here an hour and a half”. Naturally we decided to go to our back-up bar around the corner.

Rounding the corner and on the way up to the bar we pass these two girls on the side walk, and as we walk past I notice one of the was Maria! Looking like a deer in headlights I stopped and said her name and she turned and looked at me and gasped “omg OP, what are you doing here?!?” “I just came to sign my lease for an apartment” I replied, “wow you finished your program already” she said back.

At this point I’m shocked she remembers me, let alone the fact I told her, maybe once, that after my program I was moving back to do another.

We talked a little more before I was hauled off by my friends to go into the bar, but before leaving, Maria says they’re just waiting on some of their friends and they’d be right in.

My friends are asking me what’s up, I give them a quick run down and tell them I may be preoccupied for the night. Since they’d never really seen me like this, they went along with it and gave me the go.

About 5 minutes later, Maria and her friends walk in. We grab a drink together and start talking. Mind you it had been a good couple years since we last spoke to each other, so there was a lot to talk about. We were getting teased by our individual friend groups but we didn’t care, we were so invested in talking to each other.

Towards the end of the night I asked if she wanted to come with me back to my university for the weekend (long weekend) and without a pause she said yes.

The next morning I go and pick her up from her house, just like I used to, and we pick up right where we were the night before in our conversation, talking the whole drive back. We spend the whole weekend together, driving her back on the last day but we made plans for her to come back up during Christmas break.

Over Christmas break she came up on New Year’s Day and we spend a week and a half together at my apartment. After that she would come up on the weekends when we both had time away from our studies.

Once I moved back, we were inseparable. Before long I asked her to be my girlfriend with a box of chicken nuggets, because who doesn’t love chicken nuggets, and she said yes.

We’ve been together for 4 years now, have two cats, and an apartment together.

Hi, I'm Alexis, and it's a little embarrassing to say this out loud… but I'm learning to love my body. Not just tolerate it, not hide it under baggy clothes or try to change it every Monday with a new diet. I mean, truly love it. It's weird, because for years I thought my body was something I had to fix—like a project that never quite turned out right.

I remember it all started one day when I went to the mirror with the intention of measuring myself again (yes, that habit helps in absolutely nothing), but that day something crossed my mind: What if, instead of looking for what I don’t like, I thank it for what it does for me? I don’t know where that thought came from, but I stood there looking at myself and thought about my legs that take me everywhere, my arms that hug tightly, my belly that laughs with me when something really cracks me up. It felt strange… but beautiful.

That was the first day I wrote a list of things my body does well, instead of all the things I thought it lacked. It wasn’t easy, and there were days I wanted to go back into “expert-level self-critic mode,” but I started to notice something: when I spoke kindly to my body, it responded better. I had more energy, felt less tense. I even started walking taller, like my body was also saying, "thanks for noticing."

Of course, I still have days when I'm scared of how others see me. I mostly work out at home, but I'm trying to go to the gym but feel out of place, like I don’t belong, but then I remember a quote I read once: “You weren’t born to fit into a mold. You were born to live in your skin.” And even though I’m still shy and nervous, I’m learning to see my body as a home, not like a never-ending experiment.

Conclusion: So if you ever feel like I sometimes do, here’s a little truth that’s taken me a while to believe but each day it feels more real: Your body is not a project. It's your home. And you deserve to live in it with love.

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We just started getting used to my husband's new overnight work schedule when he comes up to me telling me about this new game he got on his phone. He asked me if I could check on the game a few times and do a few things on it while he slept during the day and of course I agreed. You see, we met playing video games online and help each other all the time, so this was all relatively normal for us (though usually it's PC not phone).

A few hours after he falls asleep, I whip out his phone. We have each other's passcodes though we don't go into each other's phones unless we have a reason (think ordering food from the account with rewards type deal). He and I both have the same style phone, same case (only difference is I have stickers on the back of my phone case whereas he doesn't). After fiddling with the game for a few I closed out the app and instinctively, I opened Reddit, like I've done a billion times on my own phone (I attribute this to us both having the app button in the exact same spot on our screens).

It was only when I was about to reply to something that I realized I was NOT on my account or even on MY phone. Did I close the app immediately like I knew I should? No. Curiosity hit me. Why? I had no reason for this invasion of privacy.

I started to look at his history and immediately a comment he made drew my eye. A post where OP was complaining about an annoying date but wasn't sure about seeing her again because she was attractive. My husband's comment was... describing our first date?

"I took this girl to hike a mountain trail and she just wouldn't shut up. She said she was shy and introverted online, but in person it was clear that wasn't true. I was over the date before we got halfway up the mountain. All she did was complain and had to say something to every person we walked by -- my heart started beating so heavy in my chest. Why hadn't he said something to me? This date was yearrrrrrs ago. Was I really that chatty?? Maybe it was nerves? I don't normally tak that much. I stopped reading to take a deep breath. If I was so annoying why are we married with kids and the whole 9? My thoughts were swirling with -- is my world about to come crashing down with a side of this is what I get for being curious.

I continued reading. "3 years later I took the last girl I'd ever date to that same mountain to do that same trail" -- at this moment my heart slammed back into place. Like a soul returning to its body in a cartoon, all the negative feelings, the doubt, got the hell out the way -- "She barely said a word as we climbed all the way to the top. Didn't complain, and when we got down said she said she wished we could do it again the next day. I knew in that moment she was the one." -- with my heart now fluttering, I closed the app. Closed his phone. That's enough invasions of privacy for a lifetime. I'm such an idiot.

When this man gets up I'll have some fresh rice pudding (his favorite) ready for him. It's the least I can do. Sometimes curiosity kills the cat, other times it's a blessing in disguise. Today, I feel blessed.

I found a girl on a dating app. At first, she mentioned that her busy work schedule and university studies meant she couldn’t reply often. Once we discovered we had a lot in common, our conversations picked up. We even planned to meet up, but she was called away for an urgent extra shift.

I should add that I always checked if texting was okay with her, and she always said yes, explaining that her infrequent replies were just because she was swamped with work or study. We exchanged photos, videos, and voice messages.

Then one day, when we were finally about to meet (failed date), she said her work was unexpectedly canceled and even sent screenshots as proof. She also mentioned that later that night she’d be at a nightclub with her female friend, and if anything happened, she’d call an acquaintance to pick her up. She even asked which outfit to wear—an off-shoulder long sleeve top or a dress. I suggested the dress, as it’s more covered, which she admitted was new for her in those settings.

I texted her before going to sleep and she sent a heart emoji at the very first time, which I sent her too. But then, she disappeared and didn’t even read my message. I’ve been texting her all day with no response, and now it’s been three days since she vanished.

What do you think is going on? Ghosting, something else, or maybe even something serious?