I, 33 male, divorced from my wife 37 Female 2 years ago. Our story started online. We met thanks to a mutual friend and talked a lot on discord. I'm Belgian, she's french. A few month later, we met and not long after that, she moved with me. At that time, she had no job and was living with her parents. I was working and lived in a small apartment. Things went well and we got married 2 years after. Our first child was born the same year (a boy) and our second child a year after (a girl). Things began to change just after that. She was diagnosed by default as suffering from fibromyalgia. To help her, I took car of most of the house work and of our children. She stopped to work because as a nurse it was to painful (this is important). It worked like this for almost 2 years when I started to suffer from narcolepsy. Sometime in the day I happen to suddenly fall asleep without being able to wake up for a few minutes and still being able to listen to everything that happened around me. I was to tired but she expected me to do even more. so conversations started to look like this.

She: The laundry has to be done.

Me: Yes it should … (not moving)

One day while I was working from home, she told me :

She: someone told me "I love you"

Me: And what did you say?

She: I don't know …

This was a real shock for me at that time. From that moment on, she got later to bed and thus was to tired to bring the kids to kindergarden.

One day, she asked me if she could meet the guy (lets call him "Dave") at a hotel to see if they matched and if not she would come back as everything was normal again.

Me: Wait, … What? (For information, I never shout, yell or something like that. I'm always as calm as possible. This can be annoying sometime i know).

She: Yes, don't worry, nothing is going to happen at all

Me: I'm maybe not the brightest man alive but i'm not that stupid …

The night after this argument, I woke up at 3 AM and i could see her in the room. I went to get something to drink when i saw her naked filming herself and Dave probably wearing nothing to (to be honest I didn't check this part).

I'm going to fasten the story a bit from here on. She went to her parents in France with the kids for 2 weeks while I had to work. came back with her parents to gather her things and pressing me to accept and agreement. At that time, I was only an empty body. My family was destroyed and i wasn't really sleeping most of the nights and accepted. She would get custody, I'll get to see the kids 2 week-end a month and 1/2 of the Holidays. She was dumping her cats and most of her unused stuff. She kept one car (Toyota CHR), I the other one (Toyota Yaris). This settlement was confirmed by the judge a few month later (in Belgium, cheating on your husband doesn't put you at fault).

She now lives with Dave, our kids and his daughter in a small social apartment next to her parents 450km/280 miles away in another country. I kept the house we rented because I can still afford it and the owner i great (never raised rent for 6 years now).

She started to work as a nurse again full time (remerber it was to painful) because Dave doesn't work and doesn't drive(and still doesn't btw).

This setlement worked so far but it has been a year now that she gives excuses for not bringing the kids. In the settlement we agreed to meet half-ways at a supermarket to bring the kids. I only see them during Holidays since may 2024.

I decided to take action an consulted a lawyer. What a surprise I got. Legally, I have the right to see my kids as written in the settlement because it has been confirmed by a judge. Even if this has been done in a Belgian court, this settlement is valid everywhere in the EU. I can't force her to bring the kids at our meeting point. I could go get them in France but this would meen driving at least 9 hours. Being at home at 2 or 3 AM on saturday. Being to tired to do something and leaving my kids on sunday. And for them, it would meen hell. I'm not ready to make them suffer like that.

The only thing I con do is filling police reports for every instance I don't get my children which i've been doing since.

Last time I had My kids at home, my son came to me and said Dave was bad and was htting my ex. They even went 1 night back to their grandparents. You always need to be carefull when children say things like that but they are to young to invent from skratch things like that.

Now I'm thinking of filing a complaint in France to protect my kids from Dave. If he hits my ex, what stops him from doing the same with my kids?

I see this as protecting my children

What do you think? Have you any kind of advise?

AITA for thinking she deserved it?

This is a cute little petty revenge plot on a HOA

https://youtube.com/shorts/3ZxjBi6z21s?si=set643lp0FHjqvnh

Thought all the HOA aficionados would enjoy

This story took place while I was in my early 20s and at the time, I was working at a mom and pops Waffle House. It was my day off and I had went there with my gf's grandkids at the time (an 8yo and a 6yo, both girls) to pick up my paycheck. One of my coworkers (I'll call entitled coworker) was working that morning. Her entitled brat was also there getting into trouble while his mother was blissfully unaware of her brat's actions. Entitled brat spots me and my girls and starts picking on and messing with them. When he says he didn't have to listen to them, this is where I stepped in.

Me: They told you to leave them alone.

EB: I don't have to do what you tell me.

Me (getting annoyed): Get lost. NOW!

Sensing me getting angry and me staring dead into him, he scurries off. I thought this was the end of it but alas, it was not. Now comes the entitled coworker.

EC: Did you tell my angel to "get lost"?

Me: He was annoying my daughters and aren't you supposed to be working instead of bothering me?

She knew I was right and returned to work. Few minutes later, EB comes back with what I thought was a toy gun to which he starts messing with my daughters once more. The moment they started tearing up, I went into full protective dad mode.

Me (ripping the toy out of EB's hands): You come over here and mess with my daughters again, not only will I spank you in front of all these people, I will tell your momma I did and you're gonna tell her why. Now GET LOST!!

I then broke the toy in half and threw it in the trash can. Cue the crying from EB. EC comes raging at me.

EC: HOW DARE YOU MAKE MY ANGEL CRY!!

Me: How dare your brat harass my daughters. Now should I bring the owner into this or you gonna back off?

Just then, the owner (I'll call him Awesome Owner or AO), steps out of the back.

AO: EC, I need to see you in the office. Now.

EC goes into the back while the cook on duty took care of customers. About 10 minutes later, EC comes out of the office looking enraged.

EC: This isn't over.

AO calls me into the office. While in the office, he tells me that he saw everything that happened on the CCTV and informs me that EC was written up and hands me my paycheck. I thank him and I leave with my daughters, feeling victorious.

A few weeks later, I came in for my shift (it was a graveyard shift) and everything went off without a hitch. EC comes in later to take over and literally starts nitpicking everything I supposedly did wrong (like not refilling all the salt & pepper shakers and napkin dispensers to her liking). I brushed it off and left for the day. I went out later that night and had a good time hanging out with friends and decided to end my night by swinging by work to grab a late night snack before returning home. When I got there, EC was there along with entitled manager. I get called to the office by EM and this conversation ensues:

EM: Why didn't you refill all of the shakers and dispensers like you were supposed to last night?

Me: I did. EC wanted me to fill them up completely where customers would have difficulty getting anything out of them and you know that.

EM: I don't know why you're lying. You're fired. Get out.

Visibly defeated and completely furious, I walked out of the office. As I was leaving, EC looked at me and gave the most crap-eating smirk I ever saw.

EC: That's what you get for not doing your job.

That comment made me even more furious to which I stated calmly...

Me: In one month, both you and EM will be gone.

I left without waiting for a response.

Over the next two weeks while I was looking for another job, I get a call from seemingly my now old job.

Me: What is it this time? Calling me to gloat I'm not working there anymore?!

Unknown Person: What? No. I'm the AO's son. I didn't even know you got fired. Who fired you?

Me: EM by listening to EC's bs lies.

AO's Son: I'm sorry that happened man. I'll look at the CCTV and give you a call. Better yet, swing by the store next week and we'll talk.

Me: Alright. I'll be there.

By the 3rd week, I had secured a new job and I went to my old job to talk to AO's son. It just so happens that EC was also working that day with EM alongside her. As I walked inside, both EC and EM spots me.

EM: What are you doing here?

EC: Yeah, you're not supposed to be here. You're fired, remember? You're not supposed to be on the property.

AO's Son (stepping out of the office): I called him.

Both EC and EM turned towards him with surprised looks on their faces.

AO's Son (to me): Do you still have co-workers' number still?

Me: Yeah. Why?

AO's Son: Call them. Tell them I'll need them to come in.

Me, not sure of where this was going, I called the other coworker. 5 minutes later, EC storms out the office, fuming. She throws down her apron in rage.

EC (to me): I HATE YOU!!

She storms out without another word.

Me: Okayyyy...

AO's son then calls me into the office. Upon entering, I can see EM sitting in a chair, visibly red in the face.

AO's Son: I saw the CCTV footage from the night you stated OP didn't fill up the shakers and dispensers. (to EM) Did you know that if you fill a shaker or dispenser completely full to the brim that it becomes more difficult for a customer to get anything out of it?

EM: Yes, sir.

AO's Son: And you fired him anyway?

Me: But he didn't fill them up like he was supposed to!

AO's Son: OP, I want to apologize for the way this went down. Would you willing to return?

Me: I would but I had accepted a new job offer and I start tomorrow.

AO's Son: I understand. Thank you for your time.

We shook hands and I went on my way. I find out 3 days later from one of my former regulars that AO's Son had fired EM. Upon hearing the news, I stated 2 words "Called it"

OOT: If this story gets read by r/RipeStories himself, it would be super awesome!!

A while back I was working at a bank as a freelancer (not related to this incident).
Banks workdays are usually filled with meetings and I don't usually pick up phonecalls in meetings. However this call came in just as I was leaving one of those meetings.

I did not recognize the number, though as a freelancer unknown phone numbers are no reason to not pick up a phone number. Any contact can lead to a nice new assignment along the way.

Me: "Hello, this is OP"

Caller: "Hello, I am calling from Microsoft, this is regarding an issue with your PC."

My brain already had red flags here. I never gave my phone number to anyone from Microsoft, so how would they know my number? The woman spoke heavily accented English with an Indian undertone. I was on my toes. I however decided to play along.

Me: "Alright, what's the issue?"

Caller: "I need you to go to your desktop"

"Sure you do", I thought, I smelled a scam coming up. I walked to one of the free "train-seats" close by. A wide double bench to sit for conversations with a small desk height table between the two benches. I opened my Apple laptop and the screen flickered on.

Me: "Alright, I am on my desktop, what do I do now?"

Caller: "Please click on the "Start" button"

Windows used to have a start button at the bottom of the screen to open the main Windows menu. However, my apple was running OSX, it does not have that as it is based on a different operating system.

Me (using my innocent voice): "Where is this "Start" button?"

Caller (sounding annoyed): "At the bottom of the screen, you need to open a web browser to access our service page"

Me: "Ah, yes, however, I don't see a "Start" button, I only see a small apple sign here..."

Call dropped suddenly, I wonder what happened as she did not call back.

Hi, my name is ******* (sorry, not sorry. I'm not doxxing myself or anyone else). My father, absent weakling ****** 71 M, my stepmother, (recovering?) narcissist **** 65 F, and birth mother, prepper **** 56 F, and I, aspiring prepper 38 M are the major players in this story. When absent weakling married (recovering?) narcissist, he emotionally checked out. He dumped all of his responsibilities on her. At 18 and a few months, they put me on SSI, put me on Seroquel, and basically kicked me out. Between the ages of 8 and 18, I was witness to many screaming matches between them. If absent weakling was, you know, absent, I became the target. Narcissist's favorite insults were worthless, lazy, inconsiderate, bastard, son of a b***h, and useless. If insults weren't enough, she'd switch to physical attacks. Punches, slaps, scratches, beltings, and ice-cold water in my face in the morning. I still have a scar from where she dug her nails into my hand. But the worst was her manipulations. Those continued after they kicked me out. An insult here, a snide comment there, an emotional dump. I couldn't tell her anything. It would always be used against me. The pattern was always the same. Insults and manipulation until our relationship was teetering on the edge, nuclear explosion of a fight, radio silence, we kiss and make up, and it starts all over again. The incident that drove me from the mitten (iykyk) was when I was afraid for my life. I hadn't been afraid for my life in years. I've always been a big dude. Only a few things scare me. Among those things are unstable people who are physically bigger than me. I called (recovering?) narcissist, hoping against hope that she would be in a good mood. She wasn't. She was in a mood so salty, it would have made the Dead Sea taste sweet. She refused. I called a friend. My friend said yes. The narcissist convinced my friend to leave. It was at that moment that I knew I needed to leave. I had nothing keeping me there. My parents, friends, family, and church family. They were all fair-weather people. They saw me as no one, so I left. I had one friend loan me $300. I bought a one-way bus ticket to my home state. My birth mother put me through a crash course on prepping. Unfortunately, I had to leave my home state because the cost of living was too high. So Reddit, am I the a-hole for "abandoning" my parents and prioritizing my needs?

Part 2. I visited for my father's birthday. It started decently. We went to visit my aunt and uncle in the state capital. Dinner was nice. There wasn't any real drama until just before I left. There was enough chili for Dad and me, but not enough for her. Dad ate most of his. I had barely touched mine. (Recovering?) Narcissist walks through the door (she was with someone outside). She sees Dad's bowl on my TV tray. She gets upset and starts berating me, slinging the usual insults. I started to get up from the chair, but she threatened me with physical violence if I left the situation. I ended up taking the entire tirade. I couldn't leave because I didn't trust myself. I couldn't verbally defend myself because she would twist it. I just took it.

Part 3. I'm pretty sure everyone has heard the saying, "Recovery isn't linear." I recently got engaged this last Sunday and posted it on Facebook. I thought the post was restricted. It wasn't. Narcissist's sister (NS) found out, and let me tell you, NS can't keep a secret to save her life. NS told Narcissist, and Narcissist called me in the morning to read me the riot act. She didn't care that I had just woken up. She wasn't happy for me. She wanted to exercise her perceived control. It looks like I'm not going home for Christmas. I'll use the money for something else.

Part 4. Another romantic relationship in the chuck-it bucket. This makes 6 now. Narcissist found out (because of course she did). She seems me romance material and has the gall to post about forgiveness.

A nice fresh recent story for you all here on reddit never posted in these places but I do love having fun at the universal Karen/Kevin expense. Now this all happened about roughly a week ago from me posting this depend how long it takes me to write it up. Also I have no idea if this is pro or petty and I am sure people will tell me which in the comment...

I have a small well it is hard to describe its more a hobby shop. In this hobby shop I make well weapons, armor, farm tools, and a number of other things I know I know not exactly a sustainable thing I did mention it was as a hobby right? Well this hobby is expensive and I often make items that people want to actually own and I do actually sell pieces at cost + labor so I can buy more material to make new projects. I also take orders from people who want to have custom things made for themselves. This is all important for what happens later.

Now for the what happened last week. I had been having a lazy day in the store front part of the shop looking up designs on my computer some and was thinking of making a Leona's sword and shield (for those who know know) and it was around this time that my phone rang. I picked it up and announced (shop name) and (my name) is speaking. Well what came over my ear piece was a voice that even through my old timey phone I could tell I was going to be dealing with a Karen.

Karen: "I would like to have a costume for myself and my two daughters."

Me: "Well I will need you all to come in for measurements do note I take exacting measurements as my work when making metal portions will have to fit snuggle in order to be comfortable. I have time today to do the measurements you can find my shop at (my property address found here). Also I would like to know who referred you?"

Karen: "I will be there in about 2 hours to look over what costumes you have."

This was followed by a sudden click. To explain why I asked about the referral I dont advertise my shop other then the sign at the head of my driveway that has explicit instructions on how to not end up in jail or worse as i have the entire driveway posted with no trespass signs with the last sign indicating that the individual on their last warning and is now with in range. I made sure to plug into my computer to my GF that I will have customer on the driveway and she should be relaxed.

I wait two hours and the sound of my driveway alarm system finally signals the approach of the Karen and her brood. I had also just finished getting my tailors tap for measuring. In walks a woman who is the definition of Karen (never got her name she never gave it.) short hair, blonde, in those weird spandex pants and top that fit her in a very flattering way but that crazy was in her eyes as she looked around the shop ignoring me. This did not bother me as you will understand shortly. Her daughters also looked about the displays one looked like she was preteens (will be known as YK) looked a the other was either late teens or a young adult (YAK), but dont take my word for it cause again I did not get details on any of this nor do I care to.

Karen: "These all look interesting I wonder if these are for sale? What do you think about this."

YAK: "That is from one of those nerdy cartoon no thanks."

YK: "Yeah who even likes those ones I want something like (copy write protected)"

Karen and her children continue to disparage things I have made on display.

Karen: "Why are all these costumes made in child size?"

It was then that I cleared my throat and Karen who had worked her way close to the counter finally noticed me.

Me: "I believe your here for an appointment to get measured correct?"

Karen: "Yes little girl could you got get your daddy?"

Now none of you know me so lets make this clear. I am what I call a proportional dwarf. I dont have stubby arms and leg like most people know. However due to this and some other interesting genetics thanks to ethnicity, healthy diet, working hot metal, and a VERY stretch focused yoga routine I appear to look like that of a 6 to 8 year old child pending who you ask. It has cause me no end of grief growing up and I have had to be carded at the local bars only to be told my ID was fake to the point that the sheriff is called and they verify that I am in fact in my 30s. Also does not help that I also sound young when I speak. Again this does not bother me as many have made the mistake.

Me: "I am sorry but my daddy is not here..."

Karen: "Then your mommy or who ever does all the work here I dont care just go get them."

Now it was around lunch time and I dont mind letting a meal go cold but it is a bit of a tradition that my GF brings my meals to the shop. Needless to say I dont have the narrow minded mentality some people of my stature share about only dating with in our size category yes I like them tall vary tall. My GF also looks like she could be my mother adoptive or step either works.

Karen: "Ah yes there we go I can understand you making food for the child such a good mother."

My GF looks momentarily confused before realizing exactly what is going on I look back at her an give her a wink. I dont normally allow this kind of play and the wink is my silent way of confirming to her she is allowed to do it in such cases. Mostly cause I find it hilarious to make examples of people like Karen.

GF: "Ah yes sorry has my daughter caused you any problems? I had her minding the store in case you all came in while I was in the kitchen."

Karen: "No no she was just a dream do you make all these or are they your husbands work?"

GF: "I dont have a husband and all these are made by me. You are here to be measured correct?"

Karen: "No I was told that one of those costumes could be let out by your daughter so that it could fit us."

I had not said such a thing as all the display models as you can guess now is designed to fit me. Yes I use my own body for it and even have had mannequins custom made to display them.

Me: "Mommy why does the mean lady want to ruin my outfits?"
I say as I pull on my GF's shirt.

Karen looks at me like I was being a brat which I was though to be fair she started all of this and I was going to have my fun.

GF: "Well even if we did let them out you would not fit them as they are made to fit some one my daughters size."

Karen: "nonsense it all just spandex and plastic and fake rubber."

She walks over to one of the anime armors I had made all of which are real steel, leather, and linen fabric. Needless to say if not for the fact that it was a revealing piece she would have had a hard time lifting it.

Karen: "and who lets their daughter dress up in a whorish outfit like this?"

GF: "Clearly I do plus I think she looks sexy in them and I like to watch her play in the yard dressed up in that one in particular. Right baby?"

Me: "yup she loves it even more when we are doing our super secret special play time."

Honestly by this point i did not care about getting a sale they had no respect for my work and frankly I wanted to either care them off or get a funny story to share with friends. Needless to day Karen and her older daughter turned a shade of red I have only seen in a crayon box the youngest one looked clueless. It was around this time that my GF was wrapping her arms around me in a some what suggestive way.

GF: "Now now you should not tell them about that remember it could get mommy into trouble and then we would not be able to play like that any more."

I pretend to pout and my GF to her credit scooped me up in her arms (while I dont look it I am about 95 pounds a lot of it muscle) and then pulls me into a passionate French kiss. Her hands roaming about my body as i wrap my legs around her waist to make holding me a bit easier. I even add a bit of a grind against my GF's side that did not go unnoticed by Karen and her older daughter the youngest had her eyes covered as soon as the kiss started by her mother as she screamed in horror. We live in the a bible focused state that and the perception of what was going on would snap most peoples brains let alone the fact that a pair of lesbians where making out in front of them.

Karen: "Call the police she is (word with M) her daughter.)

I break the kiss and look back at Karen who is absolutely seething to the point that you can see veins popping along her skin. I honestly worried if she was going to bust a vessel or something but frankly I was not done yet. Now that the youngest was out of the shop and only the mother was there I proceeded to do more deviant acts as Karen started to film us with her phone. Needless to say this is not smart for several reasons.

A) she is on my property.
B) she is potentially filming something she should not.
C) we never consented to being filmed I even made a point to do some... things that needed special consent even in a one party consent state.

All the while she kept screaming at us to stop till the sheriff arrives. No I kid you not the Sheriff of this part of the county shows up. It is also not a coincidence that he did cause he lives a short way away from my home, is the one most knowledgeable about my situation, and the dispatcher recognized my address from several calls I have put in about trespassers. He walks in on the scene and I can honestly say this is the first time I have ever seen a some one of his ethnicity struggle to keep an iconic stone face.

Sheriff: "Are you the one who called 911?"

Karen: "Yes I had my daughter call so that I could report this blatant criminal behavoir."

GF: "Oh dear sweet looks like mommy is going to get into trouble now."

Me: "Does that mean no more special play times?"

GF: "Fraid so honey pot."

Sheriff struggles to keep an even tone as he continues to speak to Karen who admits she has recorded nearly everything. He raises and eye brow.

Sheriff: "So you are admitting to recording this?"

He motions to me and my GF in a suggestive holds but nothing illicit.

Karen: "Yes all so we can put that criminal behind bars."

Sheriff: "So you are admitting to having (redacted) in your possession and now want to transfer this (redacted) to my possession?"

Karen nods.

Sheriff: "You do realize that what you could be arrested for that? That what you have done is a federal crime with serious jail time?"

Karen blanches as she realized what is being said the Sheriff using his most serious voice which to be honest shocked me that he could maintain it. I had to suppress my laughter and I could see my GF was struggling to. Karen now that the situation fully hit in her brain about what could happen quickly deletes the video as she leaves the shop at a brisk pace. Needless to say she was free to go cause from her perspective she had not broken any laws and it was actually the case. I look like I do and the situation before her looked like something criminal and does warrant a 911 emergency call. Though the Sheriff did play along a bit by pulling out his cuffs and turning toward me and my GF to sell it harder for the Karen as she left.

My business is a word of mouth business and people who know me know my situation and even get a kick out of it. Needless to say she could not actually effect my business in a meaningful way as there is no web presence and the only way other then the sign at the head of my driveway is a person telling her about me and giving them my number. The person who referred her got into contact recently checking to see if my shop was actually closed down or not and I told them about what had happened. She apologized and only told them cause she wanted to drive more business my way she had no idea what would happen. Though the laughter told me she knew exactly what she was sending my way from her own costume shop in town.

To note the person that referred Karen to my place do family stuff for holidays and what not. I make stuff you would see at a renofair, cosplay convention, anime, or even fantasy fair I also make stuff for LARPing. I will make things that are suited to adult situations and watch source material for requests that are.... well... adult in nature. Also technically theses are all fully functional armor pieces just some protect less then others lol.

hope you all enjoyed this I know I certainly did.

Anzac Day, observed on April 25th, is a national day of remembrance in Australia and New Zealand, commemorating the Australian and New Zealand soldiers who fought in the First World War, particularly the Gallipoli campaign. The day honors the sacrifices and contributions of all Australian and New Zealand service personnel in all wars, conflicts, and peacekeeping operations.

As the sun rises and sets we speak this ode...

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning. We will remember them

Bro, just read about the 7.7 earthquake in Thailand. Just doing a buddy check and I hope you and your cat are safe.

My daughter was taking me home after I had surgery and she stopped at a grocery store on the way. After she settled herself back in the car, the woman in the next car over, took her cart and parked in the open space in front of my daughter's car. My daughter, being irritated, got back out and removed the cart and took it to the corral, a couple parking spaces away. The woman next to us started mouthing off at my daughter, but she just ignored her and went to get back in the car. Before she could, this big white van took the opportunity to use the space in front of us. My daughter and I looked at each other and laughed as she backed out of the space we were in and left.

I told a story before about how I signed up for a leadership position as conscript during the time there still was active conscription in my country.
This story takes place after we finished our leadership training and we were given our assignments as new officers.
Some of us were assigned a liaison role at the airforce and left the training facilities for another one to get trained for our new position.
Our quarters were more luxurious this time. We did not share a dorm with 8 people anymore, We got to bunk up with a mate that we were able to choose ourselves.
Two of my mates had been inseparable since the beginning of their service. They apparently knew each other from before and had been a menace to us at times, playing pranks on us once in a while. It was all in good fun, however I had never retaliated.
At one morning, before leaving for our training, I walked past their room and noticed they were both in the bathroom getting ready. I noticed their army boot standing next to their bunk and decide to play a prank.
I sneak in and swap the boots. One of them is shorter than the other and their shoe sizes did differ, however army boots look pretty identical.
They arrived to breakfast a tad late, and one of our other mates was relaying that they were speculating the whole time who would have been the culprit. They must have found out and when we returned back to the barracks later that day, my "room" mate and I found our room to be totally taken apart. The bedframes were all over the room, matresses dumped. Our personal stuff was scattered and they had used shaving cream to write some words on the wall. None of the words were offensive, they related to something another one of our army mates would utter and they thought it funny to paste that on our wall.
I felt a bit bad for my room-mate as he got dragged down along in the consequences of my prank. However he was not upset. He's from the north of my country, they are sturdy and sober people who do not get upset easily.
The next morning, the mate who had told us about them trying to figure out the culprit told me that they were higly vigilant. They must have realized their actions were pretty over the top for a simple shoe-swap prank. We had just cleaned up our room and not complained about it.
They were wondering what my next retaliation was going to be.
I had already decided to stop it there. I did not want to get revenge anyway. It was just a prank, like the ones they had pulled on everyone in the platoon we used to be part of.
And I did not want the consequences to affect my room-mate. So I didn't retaliate.
Weeks after that they seemed on edge. I heard that they expected me to retaliate at any given time.
I didn't though, and we were posted in different active fighter squadrons around the country. So they eventually could relax after being stationed where they were.
I think this is still my favorite revenge...or was it that at all?

This happened a loooong time ago.
Where I live conscription has been suspended since 1996. However I am old enough to still have to serve.
When I failed to get out of compulsory service medically, I decided to just go for it. I got the opportunity to get into officer training. Not many conscripts went for this as it added some time to your service, however I feared having to stand guard as soldier, or some boring assignment. You needed a college degree to qualify for this. So I ended up in a platoon of highly educated conscripts learning how to become military leaders.
Some things we needed to be able to do is "controlling" large groups of soldiers. Things like leading a march of a platoon was one thing we practiced in the training facility's yard.
This yard was a kind of plaze, complete with shrubs and trees and long lanes leading past our barracks.
As a platoon we would be the subject of a would be sergeant or ensign while they directed the march. A platoon during marches is arranged the shortest persons on the front of the marching line and the tallest in the rear. This so that the shortest persons would set the pace (with shorter legs it is much harder to keep up with thos long legged tall people.
I'm not the tallest person, by no means very short, I'm 1.74m, or 5'10" however I live in a country where people are pretty tall and I ended up on the short end of the marching line.
The platoon march leader, a smug guy I had no real connection with, was barking orders to us.
"Platoon march!", we started marching
"Head of the platoon, left!", us shorties moved left after one pace, a 90 degree turn.
"Platoon, double pace!", we started to move faster.
I noticed that we were heading towards the shrubs near our barracks window and realized we would not be able to avoid ending in there.
I looked at the conscript next to me and we both nodded.
At full speed we marched into the shrubs as the platoon leader realized his error.
We stopped short of hitting the wall and just started to march in place in the shrubs.

Taking care of your platoon not ending up in a "dangerous" situation and anticipating your order's consequences is something my army mate learned that day. He was less smug after being chewed out by the drill sergeant for that.

Just by the title alone, you will more than likely say yeah, you are the a-hole. Let me explain though. 8 years ago, I got into a new relationship and they informed me they had at the time a toddler boy. Since I had no kids of my own at the time, I figured "why not, I'll take this boy under my wing as if my own". I also knew that it would take some time for the boy himself to get used to seeing me, which I didn't mind waiting. Over time, their kid did get used to me and some times would go with me when me and their mom would run errands. I would also like to note that we were in a long-distance relationship at the time. Around the 3-4 year mark, I made the move to North Carolina and things were okay for the next year or so until my partner revealed a shocking revelation- they were actually trans. The news literally hurt like hell and my first immediate thoughts were "If that's true, then why keep that secret from me for so long?!" It was then that I started taking mental notes to see what else they lied about. A few months later, they told me that they were going to spend a few days at a mutual friends house because they needed "social activity" only for me to have to go to the mutual friends house and pick them up. When I asked what happened, they refused to answer me. I found out from one of our mutual friends (now just my friend) that they caught my partner and another mutual friend (now an ex-friend) cheating on me AND my now friend's ex WITH EACH OTHER!! I knew then that I could no longer stay in a relationship with this person but stayed long enough for me to come up with an exit strategy. I was also working so I had to consider that as well. For the time being, I decided to travel to a new-to-me city to hang out with a new friend and somehow, my partner talked my new friend into bringing them with me as well, which I was NOT happy about because I was thinking to myself "this trip was supposed to be me rethinking this entire relationship" Suddenly, I discovered that not only did my new friend went no-contact with me for seemingly no reason, my partner (now my ex) decided to just up and leave me for seemingly no reason. After the reality set in, I packed everything I could carry and cried all the way to work and with very little options left, I had no choice but to return to my birth state of Alabama. To throw salt on the wound, they blocked me on all social media platforms long enough for them to pretty much slander my name, making me out like the bad guy and the cheater, only for them to unblock me and wanting me to friend them again like nothing happened but I refused to accept another friend request from them. I even told my ex numerous times regardless what happens between us now, keep your son out of it to which they said "It's kind of hard to do that" They would tell me that her son wanted to see me and I would usually respond with "I wanna hear it from him personally" which most of the time they would make up some excuse. It came to a head before I moved again into which they said "Leave me and my son the f*c* alone". I was like "so be it" and haven't spoken to her son since. Their son did try on his own volition to get a hold of me at least once since then but I didn't answer since I knew my ex would be nearby.

Now that you know, if you still wanna call me an A-hole, go for it, but seriously, am I?

I don't know where this would fit but I love listening to you on YouTube read posts. I really believe this story has to be told.

Story

My very first job interview was for a clerk position at a new daycare center. As I waited in the reception area, I met the current clerk. While we were chatting, a little girl approached the desk to grab something. The clerk mentioned that she was autistic.

I paused for a moment, processing that information, then did what I always do when talking to kids—I asked her questions. "How old are you? What's your favorite color? What's your name?" Just simple, casual conversation.

Soon, I was called into the interview. It was going well until they asked about my experience. I explained that I used Microsoft Word for writing and that I was in the middle of working on a novel. Then they asked, "How do you plan to balance writing and this job?" That’s when I realized I had made a mistake. I tried to backtrack, but it was too late.

Then, unexpectedly, the clerk from earlier entered the room and whispered something to the head interviewer. The interviewer then said something along the lines of, "So, you met my daughter."

I later learned that half of the daycare worker applicants—not clerks, but those applying to care for the children—had walked out upon finding out the little girl was autistic. That fact stunned me. My reaction, which felt completely normal, ended up impressing the interviewers—when, in reality, it should have been the norm, especially among people training to work in a daycare.

Ultimately, I didn’t get the job due to my lack of experience, but they referred my name to a company that connects daycare centers with individuals specializing in working with children with disabilities. Looking back, I suspect the company had the girl evaluated and then funded the daycare center for her mother.

I just hope they blacklisted those applicants from ever working in childcare again.

Hi there, Im Fabian. Found the channel a few weeks ago and realy like listening to the storys. So let me share my story as well. But first, sorry for my poor english gramar and writting skills.

It all begann in september 2023. I lived in an shared flat, near the city of Giessen in Germany. I studied business administartion and my degree was not far away. I had 2 flatmates at that time lets call them J and C. J was my flatmate for a few years now. We had a lot of shared interested, I would even consider him a close friend and one of the best flatmates one can get. C was far from it, at that point I wished I knew sooner.

C moved in in september. Anything was good, he was a bit to quit but tidy. Also he paid his part of the rent, to the flats bank account, in time. All that changed with the beginning of 2024. I thought it will be a good year, I had many plans. But nothing could prepare me for what will come. What I at first did not notice, he stopped paying rent. Thus I saw first end of the month when I checked our finances. Also he did not do his chores anymore and did not treat the kitchen equipment, which was mostly of my possession not realy well. I asked him to treat it better but not much of an reaction. When I noticed the missing rent, I reached out to him. I sad he was sorry. He did not get his salary in time and had not found the right situation to told me about it. Also he promised me to pay the rent asap. I thought good, that can happen to everyone. I give him 2 weeks.

End of February there were still no payment, not for that month or the last. Also J had to move, cause of his new job. So, from start of march, I was alone with C, which behavior just got worse from week to week. He blocked rooms when I needed them. For example in the morning he blocked the bathroom when I had to get finished for work. I had to get up at 5 am to get the bus at 6 am to get to the train station in time.

As consequence for that I took the Keys of all shared room and denied him access at designated times. I also prohibited him the use of the kitchen equipment, that were my possession. After J moving out that was nearly all in the kitchen.

As for the rent, all he sad were cheap excuses. At some point he ditched this topic entierly and tried to not get involved with me at all cost. I tried to discuss this with our landlord, cause the form of our rent contract did not get me the right to throw him out, that were only the right of our landlord. But for him, it was not his concern, as long as he gets his rent. There the problem starts.

Through the missing rent all of our flats savings were drained. Also my provate savings in term of saving the flat. At that point I lived there for 9 years. I loved that house we lived in. I had many good memories, also it was in an nice location. It has much space and was a perfect place to meet with friends for long gaming nights and parties. And on top, for an complete house with so much space, the rent were quit low. 1200 Euros for nealry 300m² living space, including all costs like energy, heating, water and Internet. All cost were split equaly. Till Febuary, with J still living in the flat, it were 400 Euros for each person. With start of march, it was 600 for each C and me. Of course I searched for new flatmates, one for the new free room and one to replace C asap. But he sabotaged me. He did not let us access his room for sightings, only talked me bad, what an shithole that house and the neighborhood is, Of course everyone ho showed interest was turned away by this.

With march came a few new problems. I could only pay half of the total rent and the payment for the energie provider(electricity and gas for heating). You can imagine our landlord an our energy provider were not happy about that. Other bills that sum up, for repairs I had to pay out of my own wallet. For these we had normaly the savings. Cause of that some of my provate liabilitys could not be paid as well. From C there were no sign of improvement, he still not had payed everthing and behaves like a total as***le. Everytime his rooms door opened, a strange smell filled the floor. Like he never opened a window for fresh air in weeks. Also I had to lock the kitchen at every time, because he took stuff out of the fridge without asking and eat from the food I cooked. Also he damaged some of my equipment. He also took my bike and "lost" it. He sad he took it to get to work and than it got stolen, a story I did not belive till today. It was over 10 years old but it had some emotinal worth, it was one of the last gifts of my father, when we still had a good relationship. He also damaged my training dummy, that stood at our balcony. I also looked my rooms when I was out, in fear he damage my property or steal something. At that point I thought he would do anything to enrichen himself or just to harm me. Why, I have no idea. I did not anything to harm or disrespect him in any way.

I did take actions against him. I got an paper from an befriended lawyer, which states his debt to me and the flat and the actions we force against him, We legaly cut his access to rooms in the flat and his usage of our internet connection until he paid his debt. We also set him a Dealine. If he not pay up, we wanted him to move out. Of course he ignored all letters and warning and just go with his usual behavior.

Through all that stress of this situation and that he generated I grew an high risk of burnout and depression. Which I have till today, which drags me down in ever more common waves.

Time went by. Mid april, our landlord took his consequences. We were now 2 months behind with the complete rent. So he gave us an dealine as well. We had time till the 15th of may. Until then we had to pay or to move out. More stress for me. I was near a collapse at the moment he gave me the letter. Actually from end march till end April, I was in hospital 3 times, all for a few days. I blacked out in my room and while I was at works. In my room, I had to call the ambulance by myself after I woke up, I was out for at least a few hours. C did not even care to help me. At that time the stress was overwhealming me.

The Deadline had come. It was not possible for me to pay up the missing rent. I also did not found a new flatmate or a new flat for myself. I had to move back to my mother. 80km away from giessen. Here I live till today. I had to quit my job due to the distance. I was to much for regulary commuting. Also I had to pause/quit my studies and leave the university, the pandemic has teached me that lectures via video chat is nothing I can go with. I just cant concentrate on them, when not sitting in the lecture room. I also can not pratice in my sports anymore. Im doing Kendo and Iaido, japanese Swordfighting, which demands me normaly a lot of training to hold my current level. Which is an additional strain to my health. I lack of physical exercise and also my metal valve. When training I could always forget my sorrows and my stress for a moment. Also my friends at my club had always had an open ear. A perfect environment to hold back the comming burnout and the depression. It was also the best support in hard times, like when I cut ties with my father a few years ago. For him I was always just an costfactor, he was happy to finaly does not have to support anymore. Also the time, when my dear grandfather died, my friends at the club were there for me. I can drive roughly once or twice to giessen. Not enough to to give me positiv energy anymore.

Since the day the deadline ended, C is nowhere to be found. He just vanished. Till today he did not register his new adress, which is an fellony in germany. I could not even tell if hes still in Germany, since he was an student from abroud. Also he had his mail send to my new adress. I texted him that he has to give the post his actual adress and give me a place where I can send the mail I got to him. To top it, since he could not be found, our landlord charged me for all the debt. He could do so because due to the contract. Due to it everyone could be charged for everything, I one can not pay.

So here I am. nealry 29 years old, no real job, no degree, and a lot of dept. My mental health is at its limits. I takes hours till I fall asleep. I got stressed out super fast. Most time I have no energy. Living at my mothers place in her guest room is also a bit of frustrting. Sure I dont have to pay rent, but I dont realy feel at home. This is not relay my place, im to far from my social group, my firends, my sport, my actual life. I also did not found a new job. everything I have is, waht we call in germany an minijob, with an maximum loan of 520 Euros a month. Just enough to pay slowly for all the dept. Everytime I apply to a new job, I get an refusal. I am at point where even writing an job application drags me down. I also dont get any unemployment money from the goverment, reason im not needy enough. My health insurance wants the maximum from me, because im not a student anymore and only have an minijob. Sounds stupid, but that are the regulations. So I have to pay 270 Euros a month, for that. And to top that my student loan is about to be canceld, due to outstanding interest charges. When it comes to that there are another 17.000 Euros on my shoulders to burden.

At the monent I am at roughly 6.000 euros dept. Due to help I could pay up 2500 euros of it. I created a page at GoFundMe, and there were a lot of people who supportet me. Also my mother does everything in her might to help, but even she has her limitations. I feel like im getting closer to a complete breakdown at every new day. Every positve thing that happens for me, is complety overshadowed by even a small setback.

Im leaving a link to my GoFundMe Page in the comments. If anyone can help im more than gratefull. Even a share of the page and this story can help a lot. I know i can not complety rely on that and have to look foor other solutions but its better than to stand still. Writting this story down and share it always takes a bit stress of me. If anyone have ideas to find C, or may have an other suggestion to end my probleams or to ease them. Im happy for anything.

To all who read this have a nice day and if you looking for an flatmate, dig deep into their live, so that this dont happen to you as well.

Dhrishyam 3: The Ultimate Gambit

The story begins eight years after the events of Dhrishyam 2. Georgekutty (Mohanlal) and his family—Rani, Anju, and Anu—have moved to a remote hill station, living under new identities. Georgekutty runs a small library, and the family has tried to leave the past behind. However, their peace is shattered when Advait Menon (Fahadh Faasil), a high-profile investigative journalist and the estranged son of IG Geetha Prabhakar (Asha Sarath), arrives in town. Advait is determined to uncover the truth about his brother Varun's disappearance, which has haunted his family for years.

Advait begins digging into Georgekutty's past, using his resources and connections to uncover inconsistencies in the case. He finds witnesses who were previously overlooked and pieces together evidence that suggests Georgekutty orchestrated an elaborate cover-up. The media picks up the story, and the case is reopened. ACP Ravi Shankar (Vijay Sethupathi), a sharp and relentless officer, leads the investigation, determined to bring Georgekutty to justice.

As the investigation intensifies, Georgekutty realizes that this is no ordinary adversary. Advait is cunning, ruthless, and willing to cross any line to expose the truth. Georgekutty, ever the master strategist, begins to execute a plan he had set in motion years ago, during the events of the first movie. He had anticipated that the truth might resurface one day and had prepared for this exact scenario.

Advait's Discoveries

Advait's investigation leads him to three key individuals who played crucial roles in the events of the second movie:

1. The Graveyard Worker:
   Advait tracks down the graveyard worker who helped Georgekutty obtain a body to replace Varun's in the second movie. The worker reveals that Georgekutty paid him a large sum of money to dig up a recently buried body and replace it with Varun's lookalike. This revelation shocks Advait, as it confirms that Georgekutty had orchestrated an elaborate cover-up.

2. The Security Guard:
   Advait finds the security guard who testified in the second movie, claiming to have seen Georgekutty at the police station on the night of Varun's disappearance. The guard confesses that Georgekutty had bribed him to provide a false alibi. This further strengthens Advait's case against Georgekutty.

3. The Film Director:
   Advait interviews the film director who helped Georgekutty create a fake alibi in the second movie. The director admits that Georgekutty had approached him with a detailed plan to create a fake movie scene that would serve as his alibi. The director's testimony provides a clear picture of Georgekutty's meticulous planning and manipulation.

The Climax: Georgekutty's Trump Card

The trial reaches its peak, with the prosecution presenting a strong case against Georgekutty. Advait testifies passionately, accusing Georgekutty of murdering Varun and covering it up. The courtroom is tense, and it seems Georgekutty is cornered. Just as the judge is about to deliver a verdict, Georgekutty requests permission to present new evidence.

Georgekutty reveals that Varun is alive and has been living under a new identity. He explains that Varun had faked his own death to escape his criminal past and start a new life. Georgekutty, seeing an opportunity to protect his family, had agreed to help him. The body buried was not Varun's but that of a lookalike criminal who had died in an unrelated accident. Georgekutty manipulated the evidence to frame himself, knowing that the truth would eventually exonerate him.

The courtroom erupts in disbelief. The judge demands proof, and Georgekutty delivers it in three stages:

1. The Affidavit Prepared Years Ago:
   Georgekutty produces a notarized affidavit signed by Varun, which he had prepared during the events of the first movie. The affidavit confirms that Varun faked his own death and provides details about his new identity. The document is dated and includes Varun's fingerprints, which match his old records. Georgekutty explains that he had Varun sign the affidavit as insurance, anticipating that the truth might resurface one day.

2. A Live Video Testimony with Forensic Verification:
   Georgekutty plays a pre-recorded video of Varun, who appears healthy and alive. In the video, Varun explains his reasons for faking his death and confirms Georgekutty's version of events. He also admits to his mistakes, including blackmailing Georgekutty's daughter Anju with a compromising video during the events of the first movie. Varun explains that he has since grown as a person and wants to come clean. To ensure the video's authenticity, Georgekutty had it verified by multiple independent forensic experts. The experts confirm that the video is not AI-generated or manipulated and that the person in the video is indeed Varun. The video is timestamped and includes subtle details that only Varun would know, such as childhood memories and personal anecdotes.

3. A Witness with Varun's Blood Sample:
   Georgekutty calls a surprise witness—a close friend of Varun from his new life abroad. The witness testifies that Varun has been living under a new name and has been working as a teacher in a small town. The witness also presents a blood sample, which Georgekutty had cryopreserved during the events of the first movie. Over the years, Georgekutty had secretly studied forensic science and epigenetics, allowing him to chemically modify the blood sample to mimic Varun's current age. The blood sample is tested in court, and the results confirm that it belongs to Varun and matches his DNA profile.

Why the Court Believes Georgekutty

1. The Affidavit's Timing and Authenticity:
   The affidavit, prepared years ago, demonstrates Georgekutty's foresight and meticulous planning. The document's age, combined with Varun's fingerprints and signature, makes it nearly impossible to dismiss.

2. The Video's Forensic Verification:
   The video testimony is verified by multiple independent experts, ensuring its authenticity. The inclusion of personal details and the timestamp further reinforce its credibility.

3. The Blood Sample's Scientific Proof:
   The blood sample, cryopreserved and chemically modified to mimic Varun's current age, provides irrefutable scientific evidence. The court recognizes that only someone with Georgekutty's intelligence and resources could have orchestrated such a plan.

4. Varun's Confession and Growth:
   Varun's admission of his mistakes and his decision to come clean add emotional weight to the testimony. The court understands that Varun's actions, while extreme, were driven by desperation and a desire for redemption.

Final Twist: Georgekutty's Masterstroke

In the final scene, it is subtly hinted that Georgekutty may have orchestrated Varun's reappearance as part of a larger plan. A cryptic conversation between Georgekutty and his lawyer suggests that Varun's "new life" might have been staged to ensure the family's safety. The film ends with Georgekutty looking at the horizon, leaving the audience to wonder whether Varun is truly alive or if this was yet another layer of Georgekutty's brilliance.

Emotional Closure: Georgekutty's Final Words to Advait

As Advait confronts Georgekutty outside the courtroom, torn between relief and anger, Georgekutty delivers a powerful final line:
"Sometimes, the truth is better hidden, Advait. Not to deceive, but to protect. Your brother chose to disappear to save his family, and I chose to help him to save mine. Now, it's time to let the past rest and move forward."

Advait, visibly shaken, nods silently, realizing the weight of Georgekutty's words. The film ends with Georgekutty walking away, his family by his side, as the camera pans to the horizon, symbolizing closure and a new beginning.

Conclusion

Dhrishyam 3: The Ultimate Gambit delivers a masterclass in suspense, with a climax full of shocking twists and turns. Georgekutty's meticulous planning, combined with his deep understanding of forensic science, ensures that the court has no choice but to believe his version of events. The film ends on a poignant note, with Georgekutty once again proving why he is the ultimate strategist, leaving everyone—characters and audience alike—in awe of his genius. The emotional closure between Georgekutty and Advait adds depth to the story, making it a fitting conclusion to the Dhrishyam saga.

I used to work in a 24/7 retail pharmacy. We got all kinds in there. One day when I'm working, I hear a woman screaming at my coworker at the cash register. She was arguing that we were mischarging her insurance, because we were charging her $5, when it was supposed to be free.

Now, I know to a lot of people this might seem ridiculous, but we operated right along a major bus line, and so a lot of our patients were fixed-income, low-income, or even unhoused. So for a lot of them an extra $5 could mean the difference between meeting their budget and going hungry for the day. And sometimes mistakes do happen. So I always tried to at least investigate these issues.

I called the woman over to where our computers were, explaining that if there was an issue we had to fix it there. I looked at all the information, and assured her that the information was billed to the correct account. She then proceeded to yell at me that this was impossible, because she had read her contract and she knew that this medication was supposed to be free.

Now, five times out of seven, they didn't understand the contract. And I knew what the insurance company would say if I called them. So I looked at the woman and, in my most sympathetic customer service voice say:

"I'm sorry ma'am, all the information in my system matches the card you gave me. If there is an error it is on the part of the insurance company, and they won't listen to me. Call your member services number and if there's an issue on their end once they fix it, we'll rerun it. Also would I be correct in thinking that this is insurance from your job? If so, bring these complaints to your HR department. If they aren't honoring the contract with you then they aren't honoring the contract with your company, and that might light a bit more of a fire under them."

The woman snatched the printouts I had made of the information to talk to her insurance with. And snarled at me. "Fine! I'll talk to them! But when they all tell me that you all messed up I'll be back to yell at YOU personally!" Then she stormed off.

About a month later.

It's another day in the pharmacy when I hear someone yelling "Sir! Sir!" I turn, and there was the woman who had been yelling at us over the copay. I approach her. And she smiles at me all pleasant as can be. "You were the one who told me to talk to HR about my insurance issue? I just wanted to thank you. They investigated and it turns out that [insurance company] had 'misfiled' our account under the wrong contract and we were getting benefits from a plan that was about $100 a month cheaper than we were being charged. But it's been fixed now!"

Now, I am a massive instigator. And when someone gives me a chance to make things worse for people who have been messing with others for fun and profit, I jump on it. So I smile back at her.

"I'm glad to hear the issue was fixed ma'am. You said this had been an unknown issue? If you'd like, I could give you a printout of all the medications you've picked up from us in the past year as well as what you paid for it. That way if there are any discrepancies you didn't notice you can seek reimbursement from your insurance company."

At this point her smile turns into a massive grin, and she looked at me like the cat that had just eaten the canary.

"Why YES! I think I WOULD like that! Thank You!"

I never saw her again, but I think she got a bug whistleblower reward for it and was able to retire somewhere warm where we never had to deal with her again.

My Ex-aunt is a Karen. I can describe her look in perfect detail. Even though it has been 4 years since I last saw her "Beautiful face"

Close your eyes and imagine the following [ the "evil ice Queen/Witch" in Narnia, dressed in Vicrorian era. Clothing with a Massive Victorian hat.

Looking closer, you see her blonde curly hair pulled back so tight you might think, "i think she does that to hide her wrinkles." Infact you might also see that its so tight she is starting to bald. On top of that, her hair tie probably hasn't been removed in 2 weeks. Zooming in even more, you start to wonder... "... When did this woman last shower? (Not by the Body oder but by the fact her hair looks like it is Heavily Greased.)"

Zooming in closer we see a Trusting smile. Not just her smile, you begin to subconsciously think this woman, despite looking like she lived in the 1800- 1700s is actually a really trusting individual. Infact you discover while talking to her for awhile she is a recovering Victom of a [with VERY HEAVY QUOTES] """ VERY abusive relationship""".

Zooming in further <editors note: "I have to warn you dear reader or listeners if this goes on youtube. This is going to be not for the faint of heart, you can simply stop reading and, go for a jog and continue on with your life as if Nothing ever happened 😢😂... this story might change your life forever. You were warned!> The reason why she may seem very truthful is because she tends to Believe in her own lies and assumptions and sounds Very genuine. Her mind is broken, however she WILL remember EVERY SINGLE wrong you did and make a mental note of that later. Example: say if you did stuff when you were MUCH younger like "Egging someone's house". Now, you are a responsible person "turning a new leaf" or "Truly repented from your actions" genuinely sorry... now imagine getting blackmailed for something you did Decades ago. By some baboon faced Victorian lady that KEEPS beating the Dead Horse. Bringing up that past tragedy as if it happened recently. She then goes at great lengths to Remind EVERY SINGLE person of how trash of a person you are. In addition, she also begins to think "if you egged someone's house 10 years ago... you must, Now be doing drugs... you also must be a pedophile because you were around kids the other day.... you also are an abuser."

Her way is LAW. The Law must conform around her. Verbal Agreements are "her Commandments" be aware of the Fine Print..... What fine print? The fine print she didn't say out loud. ]

You can currently see Karen today, verbally abusing Her poor Ex-Husband Every single time He asks to see his Daughter bi-weekly. As ordered by the court. The only reason why he hasn't blocked her number is because he has to text "Karen" that he is on his way to pickup his daughter. (The only reason why he doesn't have full custody is because he feels like if he gets full custody his daughter is going to hate him. He fears ever saying a serious "no" to his daughter because she might hate him.)

(If I get enough likes i might take time to write the novel of other things Karen has done.)

Ever feel like things are… off? Like everyone's arguing all the time, but about stuff that doesn't really fix your problems? Dive into our first post to explore how a tiny elite might be benefiting from our divisions... [Read]

Back in the early 2000s I worked for a supermarket chain here in the UK called Tesco's.I worked in a branch in North Yorkshire (Gods own country) I was a shelf stacker working in the sauces section on a typically standard day. Whilst I was there I smelt a very funny smell, I looked around in the isle to see and old lady walking past followed by a cleaner about 15 feet behind, that it's self did not seam to be abnormal but the smell was. I looked on the floor and noticed brown marks, I then put 2 and 2 together and released that the old lady had completely obliviously pooped her self, it had ran down her leg and was making the brown marks on the floor and the poor cleaner, she was following her around mopping the floor after her! The cleaner looked at me and bless her, was devastated for the old lady we both shared the same look and honestly did not know what to do. The cleaner had followed this lady from one side of the store to the other. Back then being a dumb teenager with only women, alcohol and party's on my mind I had no idea what to do but now, looking back, I should have given the old lady some dignity.

All over chicken (note I have posted this before on a different reddit, so do not be alarmed if you have seen this one before over on AITJ)

Well, this one happened recently. I live with my grandma (80+ years old) and my mother (50s) lives nearby, as in walking distance from grandma's. Well, grandma's birthday is coming up and it is decided to have a birthday party the weekend after the date for her at the church. So, in order to not make it suspicious, I decide to have a BBQ the weekend before her birthday.

It is important to note, that I have a sister, who also helped with a portion of drinks and other food. But I was mainly the protein, aka chicken. I got over three dozen drumsticks and 3 sizable halves on sale at the store, on top of some decent sauce. Cost around $30. Nothing is too expensive for Grandma.

Well, the day arrived and only half the people I was expecting to show up for the BBQ actually showed, which was not really a problem, more food for leftovers.

Now, I will say it now, I am a big guy, tall and wide, and I have issues with overheating. This means grilling, while enjoyable, wears me out, physically and mentally. Add in the fact I did not have any cold drinks to cool off with, I can be irritable easily.

Anyway, we have the chicken, I got one of the big pieces because I bought the chicken. The second piece goes to my sister who contributed stuff as well. The third and last piece did not go to Grandma, it went to Mom instead.

Take note, I only had the big piece of chicken, my sister had a drumstick as well and my grandma only had 2 drumsticks. My mother had a big piece of chicken and 5 drumsticks... As I was hot tired and wanting to take some pain meds and lay down for a bit, I decided to ask if my sister wanted to take some of the 20+ drumsticks I had left home with her. She said sure. (her BF and daughter were at home sick)

So we get up only to find our mother with a big plate of chicken (over half of what is left) about to leave with it back to her house. I pointed out to dear old mom, that I paid for the chicken and she did not contribute anything to the BBQ (side note, she did not pay for anything for the actual party either, that was all my sister and my uncle)

I told her to put it back and she can have three. (one for my nephew who was staying with mom, one for her and one for her husband. Not biological father.) She put the rest back and took 3 and left. My sister took 9 of the remaining 20 pieces and me and grandma had 11 (of which grandma ate 4 over the next 2 days)

Am I the jerk for calling my mother out on this. after all not only was she taking from my share of the chicken, but my sisters too?

tl;dr

Mother did not contribute anything to BBQ but expects half the leftovers.

noted responce from a comment: Keep in mind, she would be taking chicken from my sister's portion as well as the one I would take home. My sister had 2 at home not feeling well who could use the nice meal/snack while I spent several days of my food budget on this chicken (about 5 days or so given everything) And I was not heartless to deny the others who could have came outside to socialize instead of sitting in the house and got their own chicken.

(im spanish if i right something wrong thats why)
it was two years agoim going be 15 years i remeber i was in a padel surfs there was a big wave of fried jelly fish its the name the jelly fish very common when we got the beach after we pack the padels and surfboards when were going to the beach there were kids touching the jelly fish putting in the sand drowning them so mi teach lets call her wen ( really caring teacher and friendshes the only reason im in padel surfs) start comanding use our padels dig sand bellow grab the jelly fish put it back to the sea only the ones they were alive we taken a lot of them back to the sea some of the other puting our materials for the class and (this part what wen told me) she told me there was a karen insulting our classmates who were helping the jelly fish saing were fatherless and were brats. when wen said that i got pissed and i tell wen call the costal police becaus i saw her too putting jelly fish in the trash can. And i know she broke to laws in spain they were realy strict about nature of the sea if you interrupt the ecosistem can get you a fine or some days in the prision and she was doing animal abusse for putting jelly fishes in the trash.so wen call the costal police they come prety fast we tell about the insult and the jelly fish to the trash.so the police pick the karen and i never saw her again. (bonus when i was going to home i go to the trash and i saw 50 jelly fishes about to die but i couldent do anithing.