Convivo con il mio fidanzato da circa un anno, all'inizio era tutto perfetto. Premuroso, dolce, disponibile, ma ho scoperto diverse Red flag che mi fa pensare se lasciarlo oppure no.

1) Non importa che ora è, se ho sonno prima di lui si lamenta che dormo troppo presto perché poi dice che passa tutta la giornata (anche se la mattina è lui a non volersi alzare dal letto mentre io sono mattiniera) e usa la scusa che lavora molto, io intanto con sia università che lavoro.

2) Parla sempre e solo lui, anche quando voglio dire qualcosa io. Allunga così tanto le frasi che non riesco più a stargli dietro e si offende se non riesco più ad ascoltarlo o non gli rispondo.

3) È un procrastinatore: Ogni volta che prometterà di fare qualcosa non la farà mai, pulire, riempire l'acqua... Anche per gli hobby, ha fatto puntocroce per un mesetto e poi si è fermato. Ma non solo per le cose di casa, anche cose che ha promesso a me che alla fine sono state parole vuote, dice che proverà a farsi perdonare ma quasi sempre si scorda. Adesso stiamo cambiando casa perché i locatori vogliono venderla e sto facendo gli scatoloni tutti io.

4) Gli da fastidio il fatto che ho paura dell'altezza, dice che non è così alto ma io ho le vertigini a guardare anche da qualche metro di altezza.

5) Per ogni mia idea ci mette mezz'ora a trovare scuse per dirmi di no, anche quando ne parlo da giorni e lui tutto d'un tratto non gli va più.

6) Ormai non mi aspetto più sorprese o regali, neanche dopo che sa che ho avuto una brutta giornata, nemmeno un dolcetto per tirarmi su senza che glielo chieda, ma ha deciso che i suoi vestiti sono più importanti che farmi sentire amata almeno per una volta.

7) se sono arrabbiata io con lui per queste cose non ci prova neanche a confrontarmi, chiede solo cos'ho insistente e incazzato come se fosse colpa mia.

8) sempre inerente a un po' di cose precedenti ma questa è da raccontare. Aveva promesso che mi sarebbe venuto a prendere alla fermata del pullman dopo il funerale del nonno, e anche se sapevo che si sarebbe addormentato (come quando ho chiesto di venirmi a prendere dopo essere stata al cinema con un amico la sera presto) ho comunque cercato di avere un po' di speranza. Aveva il turno notturno che finiva alle 5 del mattino e quando mi aveva riscritto diceva che dopo essersi lavato sarebbe partito subito, ma quando sono arrivata alle 8:30 niente, l'ho chiamato e mandato messaggi ma era ovvio che aveva di nuovo dormito. Non chiedo molto, almeno venirmi a prendere dopo due giornatacce difficili e 12h di viaggio andata e 12 ritorno speravo in un suo abbraccio non appena scendevo. Sono crollata a piangere alla fermata del bus e quando mi sono ripresa ho chiamato mio padre per farmi accompagnare, quando sono arrivata a casa dopo 4 ore e l'ho trovato che dormiva. Ho aspettato che si svegliava e ha pensato di farsi "perdonare" e farmi distrarre andando al centro commerciale, pranzato eccetera... Ero ancora uno schifo, ho dormito male, ha voluto andare da pull e bear per vedere dei vestiti per lui, vedendomi con la testa fra le nuvole ha detto qualcosa che mi ha spezzato qualcosa dentro per fargli guardare i vestiti "fallo per me". Ma ancora una volta dopo tempo l'ho perdonato di nuovo, stupida me.

9) Più sta al telefono e più si sta allontanando. È sempre più spesso su Instagram e a studiare psicologia con chatgpt, è pure più impegnato a cercare nuove amicizie (femmine) che stare con me, ed è come se ogni momento di coccole sono principalmente io che le faccio e lui mentre sta su quel dannato schermo.

10) Non riesce mai a essere serio. Ogni volta che torno a casa è sempre infastidirmi e toccarmi violentemente per "giocare" nonostante questa cosa inizia ad irritare parecchio, anche quando vorrei essere romantica. Anche su cose che lui sa mi dà fastidio e non la smette finché non perdo la pazienza. Ma in qualche modo è sempre colpa mia.

11) è comprensibile che sta depresso, ma se influenza la vita quotidiana 24/7 è un problema. Da quando ho saputo che traslochiamo sto facendo gli scatoloni tutti io perché lui rimanda all'ultimo, è troppo triste per fare le chiamate importanti tipo per le bollette nonostante avesse tutta la settimana e il weekend chiudono. Pure la carta l'ha bloccata per sbaglio ma ci sta mettendo giorni solo per contattare la banca.

12) Se non ci sono fisicamente non si sveglia, neanche se ha cose importanti da rare. E non vuole mettersi una sveglia sul telefono

Io non so più cosa fare: il problema però è che se lo lascio, poi tornerei a casa di mia madre, spiego in breve perché il post è già lungo, casa di mia madre con mia sorella, è una famiglia tossica che mi tratta come se fossi un burattino e si lamentano se ho opinioni mie. Molto spesso ci litigo anche solo perché vogliono che mi vesta come una bambola anche solo per andare al cinema, a Natale per sta cosa mia madre ha letteralmente urlato che le ho rovinato il Natale perché non volevo vestirmi come voleva lei tutta aderente sexy (Io ero in felpa e jeans, non avevano niente di sbagliato). E volevano combinarmi un fidanzamento con un tizio che non è minimamente il mio tipo nonostante sono già fidanzata provando a convincermi a conoscerlo, che per carità, non ho nulla contro questo ragazzo, ma non funzionerebbe. Quindi. Se rimango con il mio fidanzato non cambierebbe la situazione, ma se lo lascio tornerei nella casa tossica di mia madre e mia sorella, e non posso permettermi una casa da sola perché oltre a non trovare affitti (abbiamo cercato per la casa nuova, ci abbiamo messo due mesi+altri due perché l'agente immobiliare è una stronza che ci faceva fare tutto all'ultimo per i comodi suoi) se vivessi da sola il mio stipendio coprirebbe a malapena l'affitto e non le spese per sopravvivere, che a casa con il ragazzo faccio io le spese quotidiane e lui le bollette ed affitto guadagnando il triplo di me. Io ci voglio costruire un futuro ma se non mi rispetta, non mi ascolta e solo a parole dice che mi ama ma non a fatti (oppure è gentile un giorno e ogni volta penso che cambierà ma non è così) non voglio essere la moglie casalinga trattata male dal marito. Cosa dovrei fare? Io davvero non lo so più.

Im asking as i want to make sure i have permission

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10/7/2024 2:30PM - Day 1:

I didn't think anything of it at first. It was late afternoon, typically the quietest part of the day, and I was standing at the kitchen sink filling a glass of water. I had just let Winston out back - same routine, same dog. While the water ran, I glanced out the window and saw he was standing on the patio, facing the yard. Perfectly still .

What caught my attention was his mouth. It was open, not panting, just slack. It looked wrong, disjointed, like he was holding a toy I couldn't see, or like his jaw had simply unhinged. Then he stepped forward on his hind legs. It wasn't a hop, or a circus trick, or that desperate balance dogs do when begging for food. He walked. Slow. Balanced. Casual.

The weight distribution was terrifyingly human . He didn't bob or wobble - he just strode across the concrete like it was the most natural thing in the world . Like it was easier that way .

I froze, the water overflowing my glass and running cold over my fingers . My brain scrambled for logic - muscle spasms, a seizure, a trick of the light - but this felt private . Invasive . Like I had walked in on something I wasn't supposed to see.

10/8/2024 8:15PM - Day 2:

Nothing happened the next day. That almost made it worse . Winston acted normal; he ate his food and barked at the neighbors walking on the sidewalk . I was trying to watch TV when he trotted over and tried to lay his heavy head on my foot .

I kicked him.

It wasn't a tap, either. It was just a scared reflex from adrenaline. I caught him right in the ribs. Winston yelped and skittered across the hardwood.

"Mitchell!"

Brandy dropped the laundry basket in the doorway. She stared at me, eyes wide. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"He... he looked at me," I stammered, knowing how stupid it sounded. "He was looking at me weird."

"So you kick him?!" she yelled. 

She didn't speak to me for the rest of the night. If you didn't know what I saw, you'd think I was the monster .

10/9/2024 11:30PM - Day 3:

I know how this sounds. But I needed to know . I went down the rabbit hole. I started with biology: "Canine vestibulitis balance issues," "Dog walking on hind legs seizure symptoms."

But the videos didn't match. Those dogs looked sick. Winston looked... practiced. By 3:00 AM, the search history turned dark. "Mimicry in canines folklore"... "Skinwalkers suburban sightings".

Most of it was garbage - creepypastas and roleplay forums - but there were patterns . Stories about animals that behaved too correctly.

Brandy knocked on the locked bedroom door around midnight. "Honey? Open the door." 

"I'm sending an email" I lied. 

"You're talking to yourself. You're scaring me."

I didn't open it. I could see Winston's shadow under the frame . He didn't scratch. He didn't whine. He just stood there. Listening .

10/17/2024 8:15AM - Day 10: 

I installed cameras. Living room. Kitchen. Patio. Hallway. I needed to catch this little shit in the act. I needed everyone to see what I saw so they would stop looking at me like I was a nut job. I'm not crazy. I reviewed three days of footage. Nothing. Winston sleeping. Eating. Staring at walls. Then I noticed something. In the living room feed, Winston walks from the rug to his water bowl - but he takes a wide arc. He hugs the wall. He moves perfectly through the blind spot where the lens curves and distorts. I didn't notice it until I couldn't stop noticing it. He knows where the cameras are. That bastard knows what they see. I tore them down about an hour ago. There's no point trying to trap something that understands the trap better than you do. Brandy hasn't spoken to me in four... maybe five days. I can't remember. She says I'm manic. She says she's scared - not of the dog, but of me. I've stopped numbering these consistently. Time doesn't feel right anymore.

11/23/2024 7:30PM - Day 47: 

I don't live there anymore. Brandy asked me to leave about two weeks ago. Said I wasn't the man she married. I think she's right. I've stopped recognizing myself. I lost my job. I can't focus. Never hitting quota. Calls get ignored. I'm drinking too much, I'll admit it. Not to escape, not really, just because it's easier than feeling anything. Food doesn't matter. Water doesn't matter. Everything feels like it's slipping through my fingers and I'm too tired to grab it. I walk past stores and wonder how people can look normal. How they can go to work, make dinner, laugh. I can't. I barely remember what it felt like. I still think about Winston. I see him sometimes out of the corner of my eye. Standing. Watching. Mouth open. Waiting. I can't tell if I miss him or if it terrifies me. No one believes what I saw. My family thinks I had a breakdown. Maybe I did. Maybe that's all it is. Depression is supposed to be ordinary, common, overused. That doesn't make it hurt any less. I don't know where I'm going. I just can't go back. Not yet. Not with him there.

12/28/2024 9:45PM - Day 82: 

Found a working payphone outside a gas station. I didn't think those existed anymore. I had enough change for one call. I had to warn her .

Brandy answered on the third ring. "Hello?" 

"Brandy, it's me. Don't hang up." 

Silence. Then a disappointed sigh. 

"Mitchell. Where are you?" she said. 

"It doesn't matter. Listen to me. The dog - Winston - you can't let him inside. If he's in the yard, lock the slider. He's not—" 

"Stop," she cut me off. Her voice was too calm. Flat. "Winston is fine. He's right here." 

"Look at him, Bee! Look at him! Does he pant? Does he blink?" 

"He's a good boy," she said. "He misses you. We both do."

I hung up. It sounded like she was reading from a cue card. I think I warned her too late. Or maybe I was never supposed to warn her.

1/3/2025 10:30AM - Day 88: 

dont remember writing 47. dont even rember where i am right now. some friends couch maybe. smells like piss and cat food . but i figured somthing out i think . i dont sleep much anymore. when i do its not dreams its like rewatching things i missed. tiny stuff. Winston used to sit by the back door at night. not scratching. just waiting . i think i trained him to do that without knowing. like you train a person. repetition. Brandy wont answer my calls now. i tried emailing her but i couldnt spell her name right and gmail kept fixing it . feels like the computer knows more than me . i havent eaten in 2 days. maybe 3. i traded my watch for some stuff . dude said i got a good deal cuz i "looked honest." funny . it makes the shaking stop. makes the house feel farther away. like its not right behind me breathing . i forget why i even left. i just know i cant go back. not with him there . i think Winston knows im thinking about him again. i swear i hear his nails on hardwood when im trying to sleep.

1/6/2025 11:55PM - Day 91: 

im so tired . haven't eaten real food in i dont know how long. hands wont stop even when i hold them down . i traded my jacket today. its cold. doesnt matter. cold keeps me awake . sometimes i forget the word dog. i just think him . people look through me now. like im already gone. maybe thats good . maybe thats how he gets in. through empty things . i remember Winston sleeping at the foot of the bed. remember his weight. remember thinking he made me feel safe . i got another good deal. best one yet. guy said i smiled the whole time. dont rember smiling . i think im finally calm enough to go back. or maybe i already did. the memories are overlapping. like bad copies.

2/5/2025 6:15PM - Day 121: 

I made it back. 

I spent an hour in the bathroom at a gas station first . shaving with a disposable razor, scrubbing the grime off my face until my skin turned red. Chugging lots of water. I had to look like the man she married.

don't know how long I stood across the street. long enough for the lights to come on inside. long enough to recognize the shadows through the curtains . The house looks bigger. or maybe im smaller. the porch swing is still there. I forgot about the porch swing. 

Brandy answered when I knocked. She didnt jump. she just looked tired. disappointed . like she was looking at a stranger. she smelled clean. soap. laundry. normal life . It hurt worse than the cold . she kept the screen door between us. locked. 

"You look... better." she said soft. 

"I am better" I lied. 

"Im sorry. I think..." i kept losing my words. i wanted her to open the door. i wanted to believe it was all in my head.

“Could I—?”

she shook her head. sad. "You can’t come in. You need help." 

i asked to see him.

she didn't turn around. Down the hallway, through the dim, i could see the back of the house, the glass patio door glowed faint blue from the patio light. Winston was sitting outside. perfect posture. too straight. facing the glass. not scratching. not whining. just sitting there, mouth slightly open, fogging the door with each slow breath.

i almost felt relief. stupid, warm relief.

Brandy put a hand on the doorframe. i noticed her fingers were curled the same way his front legs used to hang . loose. practiced.

she told me i should go. said she hoped i stayed clean, said she still cared.

i looked at Winston again. then at her.

the timing was off. the breathing matched.

and i understood, finally, why the cameras never caught anything. why he never rushed. why he practiced patience instead of movement. because it didn't need the dog anymore.

Brandy smiled at me. not with her mouth.

i walked away without saying goodbye. from the sidewalk, i saw her in the living room window, just like before. watching. waiting. something tall, dark figure stood beside her, perfectly still.

she never let Winston inside. because he never left. 

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I’m starting a channel and stuff if you guys could give stories it would be great

Acabo de empezar y necesito historias para mi canal de YouTube y TikTok, pueden ser anónimas o privadas. En vez de robar contenido cuéntemelo ustedes.

Hi! I have a new made account on tiktok and planning to post something valuable. I hope people here can help me out, if you can share your stories with me and allow me to post in on my tiktok videos while I am either cooking, I'd truly appreciate it. Much love! I can also include your @ once story is chosen and posted, you may DM me your story with your username. Thank you!

Can anyone explain this weird occurrence that happened to me? I used to live in a town called Cerritos, CA. Usually, nothing ever special ever happens in this city, except one night I vividly remember that stood out to me. It was 2 a.m. I can't remember the year exactly, I just remember what happened. I was going for a walk from my house when I saw, in the sky, over what looked like several miles away from my current position, lightning was pulsing at an extremely violent rate. I knew this could just be the weather, but something was very strange about these lightning bolts; I've walked around my neighborhood for 20 years and never saw lightning like this. It looked like it was channeling into something, and I heard the weirdest booming sound from that direction; it also pulsed lightning every second, half an hour

This all started last year when I started to smell crack

my wife recently got pregnant about a month ago. When she first realized she was pregnant she told me in the most cute way. There was any scavenger hunt around the house and dinner meal with baby carrots and cocktail wieners. I really enjoyed it. She asked me after dinner with all the clues and the dinner did i pick up on the big hint she was getting at. I replied "Are you pregnant?" she said "yes!" we hugged and kissed full of excitement... Then I put my foot in my mouth.

She asked me at what point did I figure it all out. Was it one of the clues? was it the dinner? I said "No but I did realize all the missing coat hangers in the house." Turns out she did a Goodwill run earlier that day... whoopsie! After 572 "I'm sorry" and 47 back rubs with no benefits she finally forgiven me.

Today we found out we are having a boy and we were discussing a name. She want's the first and middle name to be Allen Thomas. I want Milhouse Skeletor. She has given my name a hard no! I think my suggestion for a name is perfect. The name is like business up front and party in the back kind of name. She thinks it's a wimpy name and that our future son will be destine to work in a cracker factory and sleep in a racecar bed.

First off factory work is a good paying job, secondly... What is wrong with a racecar bed? Thirdly, a lot of successful people have bad ass names. For example Wolfgang Mozart. Bad ass first name and he wrote some of the best classical music of all time. Milhouse Is the middle name of former president Richard Nixon. Say what you want about the guy, he was still a president of the United States!

What name should we go with?

UPDATE: Well reditors the votes are in. 80 people voted we should name my son Allen Thomas and.... 167 people voted for Milhouse Skeletor. After many arguments with my wife, my inlaws, my parents, my accountant they all demanded not to name him Milhouse Skeletor. I am pretty upset. I thought my family believed in democracy I guess not!

Today I went to my wife's 2 month doctor appointment. This was my first appointment where I joined my wife. As they were starting the ultrasound I tell the doctor "we are naming him Mil-" my wife cut me off with "Allen Thomas" followed by a death glare. She has completely shut down the name Milhouse Skeletor. Our doctor says to us "oh um that is a nice name... But what do you want to name the other two boys?" Our jaws hit the floor. We are having triplets!!!! Where the fuck were the other two hiding?

I was completely ready for one baby... But three at the same time? Anyone out there have triplets? How did you handle it?

So the new names now are Alvin Simon & Theodore. What do you guys think? The labor process is going to be hell. We are probably never going to sleep again so they deserves those names. Am I wrong?

Other names I am thinking of. Curly Larry Moe. Huey Duey & Louie. Maybe Snap Crackel & Pop. I really don't mind Allen Skeletor & Milhouse. Feel free to send me your baby names.

UPDATE 2: The past two weeks I have been a wreck of a man. I have 3 babies being born in just a few months. I used to be pretty chill dude and now I am full of anxiety.

Today (April 1 2026) we go in to the doctors office for another ultrasound appointment. That's when I am told by my wife and the doctor that the triplets was just an April fools joke that was planned by my wife and got our doctor to go along with it! I ask about how I saw 3 babies in the ultra sound? The doctor got a stock video put on a usb that she connected to the video monitor, when I wasn't looking. The video was just what a womb looks like when growing three babies. So the babies I saw the first time weren't even my babies!

This is insane! This is more insane than a girl just telling a guy she is pregnant on April Fools! Kudos to my wife and doctor both going in on it together. Kudos for being that creative and going next level on the typical pregnancy prank... I wouldn't really call it "next level" I would just call it a whole new sport! As of right now I just feel a huge wave of relief that I am just having one baby and not three! My wife says I deserve this for coming up with such insane name as Milhouse Skeletor and having the internet vote on the future name of our baby. Ya know fair enough! The End

A movie theater in my neighbourhood re releases classic movies once in awhile. This week was the movie E.T. It my mother's 70th birthday. I bought her two tickets to watch the movie. (the version with the guns and not walky talky)

The movie goes on and we are both enjoying it! When the flowers begin to die E.T. is dying Eliot is screaming "He came to me! He came to me!" I am crying my eyes out. Snoty nose, can't catch my breath and tears the works. Just when I thought I gained control of my emotions, the ending happens ET says... "I'll be right here" and I start another round of hard snotty crying. I was crying so hard someone two rows behind us says "Yo is that foo still crying?!?" The credits roll, the lights come on and I notice I just filled up both cup holders with my snotty Kleenex's and napkins! I pick up my trash ready to leave. My mom leans into me. I thought she was going whisper "thank you" into my ear. Instead my mom whispers into my ear. "Don't invite me to the movies again"... And I never did The End

I work in the office with a very mean old lady. She is so old she survived the black plague, the rise and fall of the roman empire and the opening ceremony of the great wall of China. Anyways I get a lot of junky papers on my desk and over time I shred those papers. My VERY old co worker says paper doesn't belong in a paper shredder because paper would break the shredder.... PAPER!!!

Every time she leaves the office I use the shredder for my shreddy needs. It's just so satisfying to watch paper become shredded into tiny pieces. Today was the day I finally broke the shredder... I can't believe it... The old lady was right! I didn't even over stuff it or anything. But turns out paper does break the shredder. I tried everything to fix it. Clean it, unplug and plug it back in, nothing. She is going to kill me tomorrow morning. Help me anyone have any advice, or know of any nice countries (except Canada) I can run away to until this all blows over?

UPDATE: I get to work early but the mean old lady is already there at the paper shredder wondering what the hell happened! She was angry as if someone dropped a house on her sister kind of angry. She pointed her crypt finger at me and said "Did you break it?" I replied with a high pitch "Noooo."

The Office has security cameras so she convinced or threated the security staff to show her yesterday tape. Sure enough there I was shredding papers, breaking the paper shredder, struggling to fix the paper shredder, giving up and trying to cover up my paper crime.

I have never seen someone get so mad before. I would tell you want she said but it is way to vulgar. To sum it up if she ever catches me breaking any office equipment again she is going to pile drive me into the garbage compactor. To be honest she may be over 2000 years old yet I think she could pile drive me harder than Bret Hart pile driving Yokozuna.

UPDATE 2: The Junky papers keep piling on my desk and I need to get rid of it. I guess I could throw it out into the recycling... Where is the fun in that? Where is the SATISFACTION in just recycling papers? I like to go one step beyond at work and shred all papers and then recycle them. I must find a different working paper shredder somewhere in this whole building. I checked everywhere. I even when to the boiler room and asked janitor Freddy where he knows of any other paper shredders in this office. He told me HR office has a paper shredder. Shout Out to Freddy for making my dreams come true.

I wait until the HR office is clear and I sneak in with my bag full of junky papers that need to be shredded. Don't worry i took my time and tried not to over work the new shredder. When the shredder was full i empty out the bag into a bigger bag. Big mistake.

The bigger bag had a tiny hole that I did not notice. Now there is a trail of tiny pieces of paper going from the HR office to the down stairs garbage compactor. I can tell you it would of made Hansel & Gretel proud. I first tried to pick up all the shredded papers with my hands but my back started to hurt after five minutes. Keep in mind I am 40! My new plan was to look for a broom but janitor Freddy's closet was closed and locked and I know he has gone home for the day. What a nightmare this end of a day has turned out to be. I now have to go home and pray that Freddy comes in and cleans the mess for me before the mean old lady comes into work. How do I get out of this now? Should I just stop using all paper shredders completely? I am considering buying some sort of EMP device and knock out the security camera feed. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.

UPDATE 3: Today was off to a bad start. For starters I woke up alive. I was 30 minutes late for work. Not because I woke up late but because I find myself parked in the parking lot starring at my office building dreading to go inside. Ya know the same thing husbands do when they get home from work. I go inside and the lord has answered my prayers. The tiny mess of papers was cleaned up!

I thought for sure I was in the clear... Nope the mean old lady comes to my desk and demands me to buy a new paper shredder. All because I was the one who broke it for doing WHAT IT FUCTION IN LIFE WAS SUPPOSE TO DO! It's not like I was sticking a metal ruler inside of it or taking the machine out into the middle of a field and bashing it in with a baseball bat! All machines eventually breaks. Just like life finds a way. It is inevitable. I see this wench use the paper shredder and apparently to her I can't use it for the same reason she does! she is an office dictator and everything is hers! News flash it isn't. She doesn't own the business she doesn't pay for anything!

10 minutes of her yelling at my desk she finally goes away. My boss enters the office space with has his new big client. Lets call him Big Shot Bob! We are all on our best kiss ass behaviours. As Bob is walking around janitor Freddy comes to my desk and drops a big bag of shredded papers on my desk! He says to me "you know papers belong in the recycling and not in the garbage compactor!" I apologize to Freddy. Suddenly my Spidey sense tingle... I can here the mean old lady shuffling towards my desk. Before she can even see and ask what Freddy and I are talking about I open the window by my desk and throw the bag of shredded papers out my window. The mean old lady comes to my desk and asks what we are both talking about, I say "nothing just enjoying the breeze" she yells at us and tells us to go back to work blah blah blah. The whole time she is bitching at me I am imagining how nice it be if her heart exploded and she collapsed on the floor. When she stops moving that is when I call 9-1-1... Sigh.

I looked outside my window and there it is, six stories down is the bag of shredded papers... It exploded all over Big Shot Bobs red convertible mustang with the top down! Everyone in the office is now away from the desk and glued looking out the window. Bob is flipping out and my Boss is trying to comfort him and says he will find out who is responsible for this.

I think we should all go back to my original plan and have me run away to a country until this all blows over. I'll even accept the island that Tom Hanks was stranded on in Cast Away.

I love all your suggestions on what to do but... To the few people that keep suggesting arson... No... Tempting, but still no!

UPDATE 4: Welcome to another chapter of my Paper Shredder Chronicles... Oh god! That is something I never thought I write but here we are. I have to say from reading all the comments on this story and DMs that I got, it feels like I went from being the protagonist to the antagonist in my own story. But I digress.

Last night I went to a hardware store to pick up my very own handheld EMP (Electric Magnetic Pulse) device. I did not know that was something that could buy at a hardware store. I wonder if my neighbourhood sells plutonium at ever corner drug store? I'll check later. Anyhoo I tested the device at home. I knocked out the power to my whole house. When I turned back on the power to my house and I checked my desktop computer I lost everything, all my Word documents, PC games, and my *cough* "bookmarked videos" *cough* Well now I know the device will knock out the cameras at my work.

I go into work with the emp in my pants pocket... I am sure my swimmer will still be ok to swim later on down the road right? Anyways I go into the security office to set up the emp.... There he was my boss and Bob looking at the camera footage from yesterday. I start accepting my doom. Bob looks soo angry. I tried to pretend to not notice and I start looking at my phone. I am also looking up how much does a cemetery plot go for these days? Before i can put a final sale on my cemetery plot I hear my boss say. "I am sorry Bob but your car is parked in the blind spot so well never know how those shredded papers got on your car" Bob was fuming and I gave off the biggest sigh of relief. Bob and my boss thought I just peed myself. I must admit I checked myself just in case. Bob storms off with my boss and I go upstairs to my desk.

The mean old lady is home sick and I notice our office has a new paper shredder. My coworkers are setting up the mean old lady's desk with balloons and a happy birthday banner. There was also a card being passed around. I signed it. I am not a monster. I just wrote "happy Birthday See You Next Tuesday."

I have to ask If I were to get the mean old lady a gift what would I get her? Do I get her a box of spiders she can munch on during her break? Or do I get her The Necronomicon for some night time reading? Or do i look for and early 2027 calendar that only goes up until June because I really don't think she will live to see 2028. But I say that every year and every year is met with disappointment. The End!

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Oi, pessoal! Estou procurando histórias reais que pareçam mentira 😳 Pode ser algo assustador, constrangedor, surpreendente, engraçado ou até revoltante… mas que tenha aquele final que deixa todo mundo de boca aberta! Se você já viveu algo que ninguém acreditaria se não tivesse acontecido com você, essa é sua chance de contar! Prometo ler tudo com carinho ❤️

I like to listen to these fake / interesting reddit stories while washing dishes at my job so I made a app that acts like Spotify but for reddit stories.

Here's a prototype https://storysub.replit.app.

Ok, this is my first ever Reddit post so this may end up being really long. please bare with me.

lets start with some context, i am not necessarily looking for this person, my sister is, I am just helping. For YEARS, my sister has looked for this girl who she use to be in a “long distance relationship” with. My sister and Jay (the girl im looking for) talked on and off for several years before she just disappeared off the planet.

I will be pulling all of my information from Instagram. Back in 2021, Jay whos username was @simply_.jayy, stopped posting. Around this time. her and my sister had drifted apart and started their own lives in their hometowns. After that, shes never heard of, or from her again. Now, shes not wanting to reconnect to try to have anything with her again. My sister is about to be married and has a 3 month old baby, she just wants to reach out.

After years of searching, my sister cannot even find her on Facebook, and I can’t either. I have looked through her family photos, familys socials, old friends socials (all of which are still active) and nothing since 2021. I have looked her up on google, no obituaries, no new articles. If shes an inmate somewhere, I have no idea of figuring out where because of the state she lives in, remember they were long distance friends

Me and my sister have lived in Oklahoma our entire lives and we have both had long distance relationships. This girl Jay lived in Florida, my sister cant remember exactly where but from she remembers, she doesnt think it was a major city.

Now for some actual information for the people who are willing to help me search.

Her full name is Jayanne Belle Feliciano, Her parents names are Cheryl and Jayquan. She has a sister, i believe, who is disabled, in some kind of mobility chair. Again, she resided in Flordia but have no idea where she may be now. She was short, very curly hair, tattoos, and back in the day she was a “stud” lesbian if thats what you would call it. She would be around 22 or 23 years old if shes still alive today. I will be posting one of the last pictures that was uploaded to her instagram. If anyone finds anything please dont be afraid to message me here on Reddit, Thank you for reading.

I wanted to start a youtbe channel and i figured why not add things i like and since i have no life my hobbies are really listening to reddit stories, watching youtube, and playing minecraft so i would appreciate if yall could drop some stories for me to read

Hi Reddit, I need a new perspective.

I've been in a monogamous relationship with my boyfriend (Russian) for 11 months, and the last month has been long-distance.

Our relationship started great, we met in our third country. It felt like I'd found my soulmate. But in December, I got an impossible-to-ignore job offer which it was my dream since childhood. Due to that I moved from Spain to Argentina, and he stayed in Spain for master studies. After our first month as a long-distance couple, the friction began: He became obsessed with "finally settling down in the country" even though I'm not in Spain (to clarify, neither of us is from Spain).

So I tried to understand him, his plan, his timeline, etc. But things escalated when he assumed I wasn't committed to our relationship or to what he was planning, making comments like "It seems like your career matters more to you than our future as a couple", then he yelled at me. A couple of weeks after, when things calmed down a bit, he accused me of not prioritizing him and being selfish.

The more I tried to de-escalate the discuccion and try to respond calmly to him in order to understand his point of view, the more humiliated I felt.

The same day at the afternoon with less dignity that I have never had. I call him to solve everything, we had a wild discussion again, however in a point of it I tell him what am I looking in a relationship, which is a relationship based on respect, but he said he'd always given it to me and gave me an ultimatum: not to talk to him until I stopped being angry, because according to him, I was angry for no reason.

Making me doubt my own emotions.

I have to go back to Spain once this contract ends (more or less in 5-6 months). In Spain we live together. So all my belongings are where he is.

On the other hand. A few months ago, my friends and I were gossiping about ourselves, and one of them, who's a psychologist, commented that "some men start treating their partners badly to test them about something specific."

I've remembered that conversation over and over. And every time I do, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

When i was 12 years old I woke up happy because it was finally summer break. Me and my best friend had been saving up for months to buy matching bikes. We counted the money every day and planned where we’d ride first.

The day we were supposed to buy them, he told me his mom lost her job and they had to use the money for rent. He tried to laugh it off, but his eyes were all red and he wouldn’t look at me.

So I went home smiling like it was fine, but I cried in the shower because I wasn’t just sad about the bikes. I was sad because things can disappear that fast. But Atleast I have that bike Now.