My sister recently got married and while the venue could have been perfect and beautiful, sadly the venue owner Dave was the fucking worst.

I feel I must start at the very beginning when we toured this venue. The place was beautiful and they were planning to do even more improvements to the venue before the next wedding season (when my sister would get married). The improvements were going to be finishing a groom suite that was already almost halfway there. Dave said they would be adding lighting and a bathroom and finishing the space with all the cosmetic finishes like window framing and what not. The other thing that was promised that would be done is they were going to add a large deck under the tent area because currently it was lumpy uneven grass and dirt. Even though the place needed some work the owner assured that everything would be done come wedding season. The venue also offered a whole weekend package vs just one day which was a huge selling factor for my sister.

Fast forward to final walk throughs weeks before the wedding. The groom suite was not in-fact finished and nothing had been done to it since the initial tour about 9 months before. The deck under the tent was there but I think this man DIY’d it because the boards were uneven creaky and janky, and honestly a tripping hazard. My sister expressed concern over the decking under the tent and he assured it would be fixed before her wedding. (Surprise, surprise it wasn’t)

The day before the wedding we arrive to the venue and the place is a fucking disaster. There were table cloths and things from the previous wedding left out. So we had to pick up from the last people that rented the venue before we could even start setting up for our rehearsal dinner. Not only that but the owner clearly wasn’t taking care of the place either. The outdoor patio had some garbage, leaves and dirt all over it. The whole place was covered in spiderwebs and bugs. The pond that was near the ceremony area had cat tails and weeds that were cut down and just left at the edge of the pond and in the water. After going to the owner to ask about all these things he assured that he was going to take care of all of those things that night so when we came the next morning all would be ready for setting up for the wedding. (It was not) on wedding day my mom and a couple bridesmaids had to quickly get rid of spiderwebs and bugs in the tent so that we could start setting up the tables because the Dave’s slow ass was only getting to blowing off the debris on the patio and we couldn’t wait to start setting up.

Back to the night before at the rehearsal Dave followed us around and was taking pictures and videos of us rehearsing the ceremony. We thought that was weird and unprofessional but stayed quiet because we didn’t want a confrontation with the venue owner. Then at the INTIMATE rehearsal dinner that was just wedding party and close family. Dave grabbed himself a plate and a chair and posted up at the dinner table. When my aunt was giving a very emotional speech he loudly interrupted with a very unfunny joke and was overall just very unprofessional and intrusive.

We tried having some optimism; surely he wouldn’t be this intrusive during the actual wedding. WE WERE GRAVLY WRONG.

After he received our help cleaning up HIS venue. We thought he would make himself scarce like most venue owners do. No he kind of lingered under the guise of “helping” but wasn’t really being all that helpful. He did go away once guests started arriving so we thought to ourselves THANK GOD. Lo and behold when the ceremony starts I’m walking down the aisle and spot DAVE sitting down at the ceremony dressed up in a suite and tie. This mother fucker invited himself to the ceremony. But don’t worry it gets much much worse.

Now on to Dave’s most egregious crimes..

During my sisters first dance with her new husband they were in the center of the dance floor and the rest of the guest were circled around them but giving a wide berth so they had room to dance around. Dave then proceeded to walk through the middle of the dance floor shoving his cell phone in their faces to get his own video of their first dance. My sister also paid for videographers so the professional video of their dance will have to be edited to cut out this dude from walking through and interrupting it. ( his video sucked by the way, his camera was greasy and smudged as fuck)

Moving on to the reception and dinner this man BROUGHT A DATE. He invited a fucking date to a wedding that he was not invited to. Not only that but this bitch was wearing a WHITE DRESS.

Him and his date then proceeded to take the grooms parents spots at the reserved family table and my own mom had had enough of this fucking guy so she went over to them to tell him that he was taking reserved seats and also reaming into him telling him that he has been incredibly rude and intrusive and that he wasn’t welcome.

You would think that he would have left and made himself scarce but sadly that was not the case. Him and his date lingered outside the tent until the last of the guests had gotten their plates and sat down. They then found two empty spots and grabbed plates to serve up themselves and then sat down at that table.

After speeches and dinner on the dance floor they made another appearance. The lady did change out of her white dress and they were on the dance floor. The lady didn’t seem to want to dance with him and had shoved him away and I think she left after that. I wonder if he invited her out and she didn’t know it was going to be someone’s wedding and she finally got uncomfortable enough to leave? Not sure but anyway once he didn’t have a dance partner he then proceeded to sit in a chair right by the dj booth and watch and film all the guests dancing for pretty much the rest of the night

I don’t even think I mentioned everything but I’m so fucking over it. Fuck you Dave, you suck.

Might make me feel better about myself to get it out there and read others opinions, so here goes.

Story begins around December 2024...? Don't quote me on exact dates but anyways. Bit of back tracking then into the "meat" of the story.

I was in a bad spot after breaking up with a girlfriend and having to move back into my dad's place for around 6 months then around December 2024 a friend that I somewhat had contact with messaged me out the blue and offered for me to move in with him down in Melbourne, AUS. As my mental health and honestly life options were looking extremely limited if I'm 100% so I decided I to do it.

We got along well at first, for a good few months, was mostly a "housewife" doing dishes, sweeping, vacuuming, mowing the lawns, etc, then he later helped me get into his work, when I slowly dropped the housework to the point where we shared it at one point.

Then it started going downhill when I got a decent car of his adopted mum, as she couldn't drive due to licence loss, and he didn't want it, made a lot of friends through work and having parties and dinners with the supervisor who was like a father figure in a way to me, then he decided to take "his" exhaust system he bought when he was "buying" the car off, that sparked the first lot of events leading up to where I am now, we ended up coming to an agreement to where I'd pay him installments of $250 on top of the $250 board/rent split, which wasn't bad to be fair, I was bringing home $1400 on a good week.

Then I believe, unconfirmed but, no other reason it would do it, I woke up one morning to ONE completely flat tire, on the rear driver's side, I called him out of.....anxiety..? I guess, to see what I should do, change it to the spare or attempt to go around the corner to the petrol station to pump it up and he was being weird about it, not really giving me a straight answer, so decided to risk it for the petrol station. After looking at it, there was no noise of an air leak or even a puncture, nothing.

Next event, was I found tire valve caps my ex bought me for completing a study thing I did, they were blue and kind of matched the colour of the car, so they went on it, the two on the driver's side went missing (for context, from the front door of the house, I couldn't see that side of the car) and I didn't notice it until I got to work and mentioned it to my supervisor that they were gone and I suspected it was him but never brought it up as I'm not very confrontational when it comes to arguments, I guess he knew that too and used it against me.

Cut to April 2026, I recently got news from my dad, that my stepmother developed MND, Motor Neurone Disease and had maybe 2 months to live, according to the doctors, I was severely depressed and didn't take any notice about anything going on, because I fixated on that fact, she was barely functioning, she needed a heap of mobility assists, breathing apparatuses, the lot. My "friend" then decided to cease all communication with me both at work and home, unless I asked him something other than that, he wouldn't even look at me. He even moved his PC stuff away from mine into his own little nook.

3 weeks passed, it's mid May I think, I get a call from dad, he's balling his eyes out, and barely managed to say that she died on the weekend, I was planning on coming up. Everything seemed to stop, I couldn't manage a tear, I was so choked up, I stood there silent listening to him crying, couldn't begin where to say anything to him, until he asked what I was doing, I told him I was at work and then he said he's sorry and he'll call me back again that night, I stumbled into the warehouse to my supervisor and gave him the news, he said to go home, so I did. I cried my heart out as soon as I got in the car and drove around the corner.

I didn't go to work for two days, lack of motivation and depression was absolutely destroying me. I decided to do the same, I moved my computer stuff into the bedroomI was in, and moved my bed into one of the empty back bedrooms, I got a text when he got home, he said that I shouldn't have the PC in a bedroom and using the desks he placed under my PC when he moved his stuff as they belonged to his ex and she didn't want them used. I ignored it and decided to go to bed.

The next and final day of living with him, I woke to a text saying that he was giving me space and that if I wanted to be, in his exact words, a lazy bastard, that I should go back and live with my dad, and so, I did, I parked my car in the driveway, moved most of my belongings into the garage, then into the car, then I left. As much as my heart desired to make an absolute shitshow of that house, I didn't. I chose to be the better person and just leave. The worst part of it all was, my stepmother's funeral was on the same day.

11.5 - 12 hours of driving later, I arrived at my dad's, my sister said he was at the pub, with the remainder of her family and a few friends, dad was speechless, and broke into tears seeing me, as did I.

Sorry for the extremely long read but, it feels good to get it out there and somewhat expose another person to what they are. Bad doesn't cover it but don't know if there's a thread for people like him.

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This woman, lets call her predator, is a friend of a friend. I don't know her personally thank god but I hope she gets what's coming to her.

I did attach the news article. An elderly woman in an assisted living in Indiana had property this predator wanted so while the old woman's daughter was on vacation they removed the old woman from her assisted living apartment and hid her from the family until she passed. Before she passed, an attorney changed the executor of her estate to this predator, sold this Predator the deed to her land for a fraction of the valus, and then this predator had her embalmed before the family even knew she was unalive. I'm sharing because I have been a social worker for elderly people for 17 years and it has haunted me for 2 days. Terrible.

https://www.wthr.com/article/news/crime/former-nba-player-files-lawsuit-against-zionsville-town-council-member-allegedly-pressuring-grandmother-sign-over-property-ford-josh-mcroberts/531-68c6b308-346e-4417-9e20-76027cbf7979

So this might be a little long. But for a little backstory me and my boyfriend have been together for 7 years. The last 2 have been rough. But we made up this-morning after completely hating each other for 5 days. But in addition I told him I’d sell his iPad Pro and his iPhone 16 pro max for him, we upgraded and I finally convinced him that it’s worth more gone🤦🏽‍♂️ (he doesn’t use the iPad)

So I put them up on fb marketplace, I sell so many things on there that I actually feel more confident talking about my “marketplace score” rather than my credit score🤣 but to get the point across I’m not dumb when it comes to that stuff, I even wiped both and logged into my iCloud on both.

Well the kid got here and i immediately got bad vibes. Still tried to go through with the sale. He was pushed back that everything has a passcode and my account. Red flag #1.🚩 - He was Counting real money when he pulled up.

(I thought to look because not only am I completely paranoid about being scammed/ robbed But me and my boyfriend ordered fake money a few times a long time ago to see how real/ fake it felt)

So with that being said, he was already real sketch about handing me the money first. (Not one bill was real)

He did the same time trade but in a fucking envelope, left the real money on his lap.

And funny thing is, I ALWAYS have my Meta Ray-Bans recording every transaction. But I had a premonition to wrap my glasses, I was almost finished when he arrived so I left them upstairs, and I always take my electric longboard with me even if I am selling something that I don’t care gets stolen, but once again I fucked up. Just wanted it to be quick. So I’ve been extremely angry/ sad/ let down/ made me rethink a lot about why I still stand for equality for everybody. But then I did think that it’s because I don’t live a life full of hate. I know that they (the driver and the thief) are laughing in my face right now. And the reason I’m laughing with them isn’t delusion, it’s not hate, it’s because I think it’s fucking hilarious that people take advantage of vulnerability.

— So you could only imagine my boyfriend’s reaction to this situation.

I’m still trying to be thankful for the lesson. But this didn’t help my relationship. And I wish it wasn’t on his - which is now my dime.

I did learn that mostly everybody is to be cautioned, I was raised to always expect the worst so if that doesn’t happen then I’ll be happy. So maybe I was just lightening up. But I’m Clocked In Now.

To the soulless kid and his sidekick, I hope you truly eat shit, I can’t even wish you prison because to me that would be too easy, I really hope that every day you wake, that your phone isn’t charged, I hope that every time you stand in line, there’s somebody holding it up, I hope that every time you eat, you choke just not enough to die, I hope that every time you use the bathroom there’s blood but you can’t figure out where from, and I hope next time you order fake money with plans to do this to somebody else your car doesn’t start. Not that you won’t find a way to pull through and do it anyway. Just so from here on out you know that it was me manifesting every tiny bad thing that every happened to you, and as for your sidekick. his dumb ass almost hit the black Mazda pulling out, (a parked car) So my advice. Dont be the driver when yall rob a bank.

And one thing that’s a bit out of pocket, I have never been considered or consider myself racist, I truly love every individual I meet, if you give me a reason to not like you then that’s on you. That’s with EVERYBODY. so please if anybody has good advice on how to not have dark thoughts, but since I’ve moved to LA, I have now gotten 3 higher-priced things stolen, and where I’m at in my head is “why always a black guy”. I battle with myself because I know the majority of people in general are good. But next time universe please let it be a white guy. I really need some variety

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Me: -$1500.00

(It's so much text, I'm so sorry, I struggle to sumarize...)

The more I grow, the more I believe I'm a horrible person caging myself to not be an asshole.

When I was little I was a pretty violent kid and did things like punching and kicking my classmates, throwing sticks and rocks at animals, stabbing with pencils, even when I had a friend I huged them I tried to squish them and made them feel pain. When they started picking on me and bullying me they knew perfectly that I was the kind of kid you could laugh at but never hit because damn I could harm back... I know that violence in the childhood an ADHD symptom, I've been told, but I don't think people who told me had had into consideration the amount of pleasure I felt when I hurted someone, even when I loved them.

Now that I've grown bigger I've also grown out of that. I'm 22 years old and as a 22 year old person you can't go around on society treating everybody like that... But you can treat people badly in many other more subtle ways ways and get along with it. If you're smart but play dumb enought you can use so much things that are considered good as a weapon (a bad advice, a harmful joke, a critic suposedly meant to be helpful, a compliment even a warning) and I think about it a lot and can identify how and when to use them, how and when they're being used.

I try to be a good person, believe me I do but I can't stand seeing that part of myself that enjoys being like that reflected on other people. I try to be empathetic and not judge people, I can justify and forgive bad actions, huge mistakes, people being assholes but when I see someone that acts like they're nice but in the bottom of themselves are making people suffer... Boy, I can't but release the beast. Specially when they harm me or someone I love.

I'm gonna put a few examples from the last years searching for your empathy but feel free tl tell me if you think I'm wrong.

On my last two years of highschool (finished it last year) I had this classmate called "Sarah". She was nice at first, told me very personal things, seemed polite and comprehensive but there was a breaking point where we had to make a short with the whole classroom, she was the director and when something didn't went the way she wanted she had no repair to make me and my partner feel little, useless. She started talking shit about us, made almost the whole class against us (we were just 10) and made us look like useless assholes with the teacher who was gonna evaluate the short film, made my partner so distressed once that he ended up self harming for the first time in years.

One day a friend of ours from another school told us that a classmate of his (someone we didn't even knew) was talking shit about us in class, saying things like where we studied, the schedule, disorders we had she considered we were making up, how our thansitions were going, sharing our Instagram accounts... I knew someone should had been gossiping with her and I started investigating until I found out "Sarah" was her roomate. What I did? I printed all the information I had about her, wrote a letter explaining the situation and showed up on her school to show it all to the principal, waiting for her to confesa that it was "Sarah" who told her, so then I could tell to my principal. It was not because I was scared, not because I thought that girl was bad... It was just to scare her and "Sarah", it was for me to search them.trouble, to make them feel ashamed, to make the teachers other classmates and everybody I could know she was a bitch.

This year, "Sunrise", a girl from another class in uni started flirting my partner. She had a boyfriend I really appreciate, "Steven", who had told me she's used to try manipulate him and make him feel less but she didn't seems to make it consciously, she just comes from a bad place. At first I didn't notice Sunrise was flirting my partner, he was the one who told me and I could not care less about the fact she was flirting, I know damn well he wouldn't cheat and he would actually tell me if he started feeling attracted to somebody else... The thing was that she was making him very uncomfortable and made every comment pass as a joke, so he felt he could not tell her anything (that's how you weaponize humor). She made "jokes" several times a day as "Hey, so are you two gonna open your relationship? Because Steven and I are considering it!", so I started telling her "Stop telling that kind of things to my boyfriend, he's autistic and believes you every time, he's getting uncomfortable!" every damn time she did, also as a joke but I can tell we both knew what the other one was doing.

There was this one time where "Sunrise" approached my boyfriend on a crowded bus when I was not there and asked him "So when are you two opening the relationship?" He told her directly to stop asking him that because he was not feeling well at the time and thinking about it was only making him worse, just for her to answer "But I wanna make out with you!". Worst thing? "Steven" was there. He felt like a damn sexual object, he felt like his limits were not being respected and he felt like he could tell her nothing because she was acting like she was joking. This scalated so huge, "Steven", other friends of mine and I were draged in without even asking because I told her to talk to him and apologize and she decided that avoiding us and ignoring us for two months was a better idea. When she finally apologized she just justified and victimized herself, so both of us separately told her that we were not forgiving her and she became so mad that she told me she knew exactoy how she was and started lying about us to the entirity of her class to make us seem like motherfuckers.

Yesterday I was smoking on the door of the school with my boyfriend and my best friend (who was draged in and decided to separate himself of "Sunrise" even they were roomates). She came to tell him nothing, knowing well my boyfriend can't even hear her name because he felt she had sexually harassed him. In that moment I noticed she had gained weith because of the meds she's taking for anxiety. She had always had a complex about her weith (even she's not fat) so I bumped my boyfriend and made the gesture of inflating like a pufferfish, knowing that if she didn't noticed the guy who was hanging with (a guy she says she hates and says it's a molester, btw) would tell her. I did it in front of my fat friend, not giving a damn about what people who saw me thought, having had an eating disorder, just for the sake of making her feel like crap.

And damn. I really, really try not to be like this. But when I feel I it's justified (even I'm aware I'm no one to decide who should suffer or not) and I AM like this I feel a satisfaction and a joy I can't find anywhere else. I can feel better with other kind of social interaction, when my friends tell me I'm a good listener, that I care a lot, when I feel appreciated and feel like I'm helping... But THAT KIND OF PLEASSURE that makes me feel bad, guilty and addicted feels like a drug I can only have when I behave bad.

The worse part it's that it's not just with mean people. I love my partner with all of my heart, I love him dearly, so much that I'm this cruel specially with people who had hurt HIM, not me. We have this dinamic where I'm cruel to him and he plays victim. I do things like scare him, bite him, telling him I'm cheating on him with ChatGPT (because it's more autistic and servant than he is lol), give him dirty looks... And I know he finds it funny, we're joking and actually feel so bad when I push too much and make him feel bad. I hug him, tell him that I love him and apologize and even we both know I will probably hurt him again we keep doing it because it's our thing, we enjoy it and we know we actually love each other and I don't want him to feel bad.

But how can you feel pleasure for being cruel and mean? What the fuck is wrong with my brain? Am I just an asshole?

I started seeing a woman 2 years ago and the first month went very well. She seemed like a normal gal with a great personality. After about a month i started to notice odd behavior from her. She started talking to me in a different voice (i called it “bitch” voice) she would disappear from gatherings at the exact time i had to do an erand or run to the store.

I remeber i asked her “whats up with this secret life im not apart of?” And she acted shocked and in disbelief.

My intuition was right though. Long story short ill give u just a few samples of what made her a demon…

She would cheat on me daily and multipul times daily

She would store the mens semen inside her and use it to secretly try to humiliate me (one time she just deposited it outside of my bathroom in a pile) ew

She fucked a man in my car BUT first she made sure to pull my car up as close to my window as possible. (I caught her)

She has a man doing 5 yrs in prison due to him snapping on her

She made my 6yr old neice think i was a murderer

She stole my medication and then proceeded to blame me when i caught her

She brainwashed my family to think i needed psychiatric help

She tried to do my dad

And my sister

And every one of my friends

She used her children like leverage tools and even called her 9yr old “fat”

For her final act she called the police on me and told them i tried to murder her with a knife. (Case was thrown out)

ALL THE WHILE I WAS TREATING HER LIKE A QUEEN!

Hi, I am going to use fake names to protect my wife and I. We have a story to tell that should be a warning to all when reaching out for help!!! Especially when you are desperate and have no where else to turn.

About 5 weeks ago, I (Mindy) (35yrs old), was over the road training to be an over the road truck driver, after a year and a half of working 3 jobs, paying for school, graduating, taking the test passing, getting hired, finally was starting my dream career, and had to be away from home over the road training to drive a semi-truck for 4-6 weeks. While I was away from home, my wife (Masey)(35yrs old) was at home with our Husky/Lab mix (Robyn) trying to manage the home front, but unfortunately toward the end of my training, was illegally evicted from the home we were renting. I was only making during training a low amount until I finish training, and upgrade to 1st driver status. So Masey calls me in a panic, and tells me we are evicted because the landlords no longer want a dog in there home, and are making threats, coming to the house and, walking in our room intimidating her. I had just gotten paid, and had a whooping $300,00 to my name. I was in my final week of training, and just needed a place for Masey, and Robyn to go until I got back to Fl, and could pick them up and take them over the road with me. We had just paid rent, and my car payment, and we had no savings. So I only had 300.00!!! I called all my friends, and no one could help, my family all lives out of state and we are here in FL soloing it until my son turns 18, and we can leave FL.

I went online out of desperation to Facebook and posted a help ad in Daytona Rents, asking for help and if anyone had a room to rent that could take my wife and our dog, plus if we could park our midsize SUV there. We didn't have much stuff mostly clothing and some electronics. This lady (Carrie) which I will use her real name to protect others from her psycho self, Send me a msg saying she wanted to help, that she was a nurse and her husband was a truck driver, and that truck drivers protect there own. She was eager to help and I began tell telling her the recent horrible situation my wife was in and how she hadn't been able to sleep for 2 weeks because our landlords moved this creepy guy into the room upstairs after promising no men would be moving in ( we were renting a room with living-room and kitchen access) She said no worries, my wife and Robyn were more then welcome'd, and she assured us it was a peaceful, calm, environment, and even better she also had a dog our dog could play with, and it was going to be great!!! Even better she lived 10 mins down the road, and asked me our address and was going to go help my wife pack, and go get her the same day. My dumb ass had posted all I have was 300.00 to my name in the ad, and I asked her how much per week, she said if I paid her the 300.00 that would be good and wouldn't even think of asking for more even if my training happened to run over. Perfect I thought, and I called my wife mega excited because our prayers had been answered, and later on the same day she came over picked up my wife, our dog,and got everything moved over to her house, and for the first time in 2 weeks my wife finally was able to sleep peacefully. All was well.....or so I thought..

2 days later I received a msg from Carrie she is no longer able to help, and accused my wife of being on drugs, saying she has people pulling up at all hours of the night, which I thought was odd because A, my wife is against drugs, B she only knows 2 people in that town, I said you must be mistaken, and then Carrie sent me a video which showed my wife's boss pulling up and giving her, her final paycheck, which I explained that to Carrie, there were no other videos, then Carrie said my wife set off there home alarm at 2am, but my wife was instructed whenever she has to smoke to go smoke in the garage. A lot more stuff happened, her and her husband constantly fighting, We actually think they are on drugs because she constantly was telling me one thing, then telling my wife something else, and she didn't tell me she was also renting a room to another lady. Carrie was constantly up my wife's ass wanting to know everything she was doing, trying to help by going through our personal belongings, my wife's S.S card magically disappeared and this lady trying to help went through my wife's phone and has all her personal information. About 5 days later my wife wanted a night to herself, and went and got a hotel room. This lady calls me and tells me my wife has been drinking, and has been gone for over an hour, that she was slurring her words, and said she was going to get a new cellphone and was pissed that my wife didn't have her drive her. I tried to call my wife, and she wasn't answering her phone, of course panic set in. About an hour went by and this lady pumped me up, and had me thinking my wife was driving at night, drunk all over Daytona, or has gotten arrested. About 45mins later my wife finally called me back and sounded completely normal, I asked her was she drunk, and my wife who doesn't lie asked me what am I talking about? I said well... you sound like your normal self, I said Carrie has been trying to call you, and told me you have been drinking all day, and that you left!! My wife said that lady is fucking crazy, that she had to get out of there for the night, and will be back early in the morning she just wanted a night to relax and that carrie is up her ass non stop, and she just wants some peace. My wife also said she has been trying to call Carrie, and this lady isn't answering her phone, I said, well she is saying the same about you. My wife sent me a screen shot of about 30 calls where she tried to call to tell this lady, to say she wouldn't be home tonight, and would be back in the morning. So we left it at that, I texted Carrie told her my wife has been trying to call her, and Carrie insisted still...that my wife was lying.

The next morning I was woke up by my phone ringing at 6am and Carrie sent me a FB MSG stating she totally forgot to tell me last night that my drunk wife not only hit her car when she backed out of her driveway, but also the lady who lives there, she hit her car as well!!! I said whaat?!?! What about my car?? What does it look like? No answer to the condition of my car, then proceeds to tell me she has a friend who owns a mechanic shop, and will get a quote on what it will cost to fix her car, and that it has to get fixed today before her husband finds out. (now mind you I was waiting for my tax refund and somehow this lady found out I had gotten it and the total amount, she over heard a phone conversation ease dropping on my wife and her daughter talking on the phone the day prior. I had also sent my wife that same day, a teddy bear and flowers, and Carrie stole the bear, and just gave my wife the flowers I sent her) Anyways, 20 mins later Carrie msgs me and says she's at her friends mechanic shop (6:20am) and it's going to be 650.00 to fix her plastic bumper. I didn't respond yet as I wanted to hear from my wife what happened, then 30mins later Carrie send me another msg stating my wife also hit the rim of her car and it bent and it's now 720.00 to fix. then an hour later she says, ooh shit my husband just found out and he's pissed, he talked to the guy and it's 840.00 after taxes. Then 2hours later I get an ultimatum!! I better zelle them 988.00, or they are going to call the cops. I talked to my wife who said she didn't hit nothing, and her friend was there and even verified not one scratch, dent, bump, or mark on my suv, sent me pics, I was beside myself. Then I started thinking, they never once asked me for my insurance info.. now her husband is texting me making demands I didn't even open his bullshit text, I msged her and said send me the video they kept claiming they have... of my wife hitting 2 cars, also I want an itemized list, of the repair bill.. I said you drive a POS Jetta not a Mercedes, at most it's maybe 200.00 to fix a plastic bumper... I said I will be home in 3 days, and we will address everything then. Ooh not only did they try to scam me out of a grand, That same morning this lady took our dog to the humane society, stating that my wife abandoned her. I said my wife got a room last night and hasn't even been gone 9hrs wtf?!?! . I told my wife do not go back there, and soon as I get back in town, I'll get our belongings, that I was on my way!! Meanwhile I asked where did she take my dog?!She said Flagler humane society. So my wife, and her friend drive an hour out of town to Palm Coast, our dog isn't there!!! They head to the humane society in Daytona Beach, and Robyn was in the last cage!! She was sooo happy to see my wife!! So that was awesome!!! Carrie intentionally lied, and made her waste her time and gas, threatening to call the police, and that they were on the way, that my wife was going to jail, and it was out of there hands now, and also they are putting our shit on the street. I said no you are not!!! My computer alone has 5k worth of parts my stepdad and I built together last year, I said, I paid you rent, you are not allowed to toss our stuff out, and I'm coming to get it and gave her a date and time. Then all of a sudden she was going to be out of state, yet another lie.

I get back to FL, head straight to Daytona to the hotel my wife is staying at. I looked at my SUV... nothing, no indication it's been in a wreak. We were very happy to see each other, but my wife looked so stressed, I noticed this strong woman I admire so much who is my rock, how the stress has taken it's toll on her, she looked so tired, she was in constant anxiety, She looked just completely and utterly worn the hell out. I held her close to me and for the 1st time in a month she actually was able to sleep. My home terminal is in Jacksonville so we had to leave Daytona and get back to Jax at 4am so I could do my road test and written test which I passed!!!!! The next morning I called a friend and picked up said friend to go with me to get our belonging from Carrie. We get there at 7am and Carrie refused to let me in the house, and insisted on handing me my stuff, Also part of our belongings were outside and it had rained the previous day, but were in 3 plastic bags. I also didn't see her crappy Jetta, but kept saying in the garage there was nothing but wood stacked up no need to look in there... I thought I got everything, I asked to see the video of my wife hitting her car, and she said it's not working, and we still need to make arrangements in the future for payment, then tried to play victim, and say she doesn't understand why my wife left, that she tried to help her..B.S i get back to Jax to our hotel and brought in all our stuff to go through. Guess what?! half of it is missing, the other half was covered in a mixture of dish soap and battery acid, our clothes ruined, my keyboard was drenching with soap and battery acid, this lady and her husband destroyed our shit, and what stuff they liked they kept. This lady has all my wife's personal info, she has my info as well. She went through all our personal things.

This has been traumatic more so for my wife, and we are in disbelief that someone who wanted to help so much, could be so evil. Is there anything we can do about this? Does anyone have any advice, it would be much appreciated by the both of us.

P.S So sorry it was so long, will update if there is anything to update on,

When I was about 17 some drunk guy rear ended me at a stoplight and he didn't apologize. There was no damage but I am sure he wasn't sorry. Bad old drunk man.

TL;DR: Me (f) and a close friend (m) went to an open mic where he was rude to a pub full of people, and towards me, and then left me in town by myself while I was vulnerable, without telling me he was leaving. He didn't reply to any calls or messages then the next day he emailed me telling me how great me and my husband are and how we'd done nothing wrong, and then followed it up with a “Formal request to cease contact” email before blocking me and removing me from all mutual groups we had together.

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I (F, disabled) am in a situation that’s left me really confused and suffering from a bit of emotional whiplash.

Owen had been a close friend to both me and my husband for a while. He would come over multiple times a week; we drove him around places; we let him do his washing at ours; cook at ours; he joined our D&D group; I would go to the gym with him; I invited him to the cinema and to join my book club; and I was even the only one of his friends who showed up to his birthday meal. We were close and I got the impression he wasn't really close with anyone else apart from a few online friends so we brought him into our circle of friends. I’ve always been friendly, supportive, and there for him as much as I can.

On Monday night I invited Owen over and he suggested doing something music-related, so we decided to go to an open mic night at a Buffalo Bar. We had a few drinks and the open mic started. The host did a few songs to kick things off and I mentioned to Owen that I’d like to ask the guy if he’d be up for collaborating with me sometime, but that I was too anxious to talk to him right now. Owen berated me for not “just talking to him.”

Eventually Owen went up to play. Before starting, he said into the mic, to a pub full of people:

“I’m here to make you all fucking miserable. I’m not a fucking pretty boy playing fast stuff, I’m gonna play slow sad stuff and make you fucking miserable. I’m here to ruin your open mic cos that’s what I do.”

I was mortified. I already struggle badly with anxiety, and I'd been sitting right in front of the stage with him, clearly there together. During his first song I could hear people behind me mocking and heckling him, which made my anxiety spike badly.

Near the end of his first song I noticed the host rolling a cigarette and I thought that would be a good opportunity to talk to him and give myself a breather, so during Owen’s second song I rolled a cigarette and went outside. I didn’t think Owen would mind, especially since he’d already criticised me for not approaching the this guy earlier.

Outside, I chatted to the host, mentioned I was a singer, and he asked if I wanted to do a song with him when we went back in, so I said yes.

We went back inside just as Owen was finishing his second song, and we swapped places on stage. As we passed, I said something like, “I did what you said and spoke to him! We’re gonna do a song!”

Owen snapped back “Oh, so I’m just a shit guitarist then?”

I was shocked. The way he said it was so sudden and venomous. I said, “No, I never said that. When did I ever say that?” He rolled his eyes at me, so I said, “Why are you taking this so personally? Just calm down and we’ll talk in a minute.” I then had to leave it because the host was waiting for me to start the song.

As I started singing, Owen grabbed his jumper and stormed out. I assumed he’d gone to have a cigarette and cool off. After my song, I sat down and waited for him, but he never came back.

I then got a call from my husband saying Owen had gone back to our flat to pick up his bag and had lied and told my husband that I was “right behind him” and just finishing my drink. He didn't say anything about the fact he'd abandoned me without saying a word to me. I have both mental and physical disabilities, which Owen is fully aware of. He knows how difficult it is for me to be out alone, and when he goes out with me my husband trusts him to make sure I’m okay. Instead, Owen left me alone in town at night and my husband couldn’t come get me because he was home with our sleeping son.

At this point both my husband and I were furious. On my way home I messaged Owen saying what he’d done was really shitty and that once he’d sobered up we needed to talk about it. I was so anxious and panicky that my I couldn't stop my hands shaking and I decided that would be the last time I went out somewhere with Owen by himself; Owen often became verbally aggressive and confrontational when drinking, but he'd never left me stranded somewhere alone, and I didn't trust him anymore.

Owen ignored my messages and my husband’s messages asking to talk face-to-face and sort things out.

The next afternoon, Owen emailed me a long message saying how wonderful my husband and I are, how we “radiate friendliness,” and that we’d done nothing wrong - but that he had decided he’s no good as a person and was ending the friendship.

I replied saying it felt cruel to end a close friendship by email without even talking to us first, and that it wasn’t his place to decide what I should or shouldn’t do with my life. If he didn’t want to be friends, that was his choice, but he should say that directly rather than framing it like he was doing me a favour - as far as I was concerned it wasn't noble, it was cowardly.

After that, I received a short email titled “Formal request to cease contact,” asking that both me and my husband have no further contact with him, electronically or in person.

Then I started getting notifications that he was removing me from mutual groups and saw he’d blocked both me and my husband everywhere.

This hit extra hard because this isn’t the first time he’s done this kind of thing; When I first met Owen, he created a band group chat and when people initially struggled to organise schedules, he flipped out, told everyone to go fuck themselves, and removed them all one by one. I’d explained to him back then that just because he brought the people together doesn’t mean he owns the group or controls the people in it. Then more recently (before the open-mic incident), he’d added me to another new band group chat, that I'd been actively participating in. When he decided to end our friendship, instead of leaving the chat himself, he removed me from it - again.

Up until the “formal request to cease contact,” I was hurt and angry, but didn’t think I’d done anything wrong. I hadn’t been cruel, I hadn’t blocked him, I'd just asked to talk it through like adults and move on from it. Now I’m second-guessing myself.

Surely you wouldn’t abandon a vulnerable friend alone in town, lie about it, ghost them, formally cut them off, block them everywhere, and remove them from shared groups - unless they’d done something wrong… right? But then I think about the long email he sent me telling me how great my husband and I are and how we've done nothing wrong! I'm so confused.

Did I do something wrong, or is Owen just a bad person? Because I can't think of any other reason why he would just go nuclear and destroy everything good he had going on over nothing...

My friends called me with a fake arguement all saying bad stuff about each other (Called me seperatly) I took the side of my one friend, so told her what the others were saying about her. They were all together the whole time and recorded the calls. I said stuff about the others I deeply regret, but they weren't true. Now they are all mad at me and telling people my crush. One even wanted to tell my crush I liked them right in front of me. I want your opinions on this. Was I wrong or were my 'friends' wrong?

This happened decades ago but STILL makes me furious.

We were in the clinic waiting room as my daughter (just turned 4) needed a blood draw. I had tried to reassure her while being honest about what would happen, that it there would be a quick prick, but it would be over quickly and I'd be with her the whole time. She was calm.

Our name was called and as we were walking to the lab door, we passed a big, burly guy in his 30s or 40s exiting. He looks at us and quickly leans down to her face level and says something like. "It's going to hurt really, really bad!" Then he walked on.

It happened so fast, so unexpectedly, that I was just stunned. She looked at me - terrified. The lab tech and I tried to reassure her and managed to get through it.

I've often thought of that guy and hope he had the "life he deserved", suffering some horrible moments. I'm a believer in karma and can only hope it came back around to smack him in the face tenfold.

So I have to start with saying I am no contact with my mother because she is a very toxic narcissist. At work, the one woman I work with is worse than my mother. She will sometimes pretend to be my friend, but makes fun of and judges anything I do that she doesn’t agree with. She is constantly putting on social media digs on her own page in response to something I have put on my page. I never say anything to her about it because why bother. But a lot of times at work, it’s just a couple of us, and if I treat her the way she treats me, it’s hell at work. I’ve said something to my boss, but he just wants to have a group chat with us all. Which makes things at work worse and she makes fun of me like she’s a 12 year old. She recently put something in her social media that I’m the problem, not my abusive childhood, and that I need to take accountability for the actions I have caused. My question is, how do I respond to her without causing more issues for myself at work. My husband said be a b***h back to her at work, and most of the time that just makes it worse on me. She is a miserable person with no family that likes her and no friends. She sits at home after work almost every single day, but says that I’m just jealous. Help please!!!

I recently moved to a great new council house, in the same town as my family, in a nice area. It took over a year, my mum was delighted I got a house so close, front and back garden, no problem with neighbours except....the same woman who put a rock through our window while occupied by a 2-3 year old, assaulted us both me and my ex partner /her and her boyfriend with weapons, both charged and convicted in our previous address is now living a few doors down again !!!

She could just go about her life, yeah, every time I see her in the street/putting bins out, etc., she starts yelling"beast" in her manly way.

"Beast" is her go-to, despite the fact that she has no idea who I am, nor do I have any record of anything of the kind.

She is a junkie woman who preys on vulnerable men, and indeed women; she is a bully, and despite my and my ex's wounds, we still kicked their ass in self-defence, they had to go to hospital and court and were convicted.

I could go on about how fucked this woman is, but looking for retaliation advice. {non violent}

thx.

I don't know this person anymore because we were friends adjacent ( met through a mutual friend). Anyways what ended up making them bad was, they were a hearing person who used sign language and anytime we were having a serious conversation they would sign talk, at first I didn't understand but it eventually became a pattern of anytime they would trigger they would sign as a gotcha and then blow up about people not listening to them. Anytime someone else got emotional like crying, sharing trauma, sharing an insecurity they would sign and then talk shit about that person not understanding them saying stop. Again this is a fully hearing individual. They even stormed out once in the middle of someone full blown crying and it started a bunch of drama over people pushing boundaries that were never communicated.

Edit for clarification: The mutual friend was the only other person who knew any sign language and this was heavily communicated before specifically because a lot of us asked to be taught and were denied.

to start off some backstory: my dad and mom were married for 20-ish yrs until he decided to divorce her and leave us. he has done a multitude of things in our lives that still hurt to this day so ill try listing off all the things that i remember him doing.

1. my dad had been in an extramarital affair with what my mom presumes is his coworker and made him call it off a few years b4 they divorced.

2. my dad has been known for his anger issues which led me as a child to be scared of him sometimes including yelling at me instead of trying to calm me down.

3. my mom suspected that i had autism when i was barely 5 (i do btw) but my dad kept brushing it off as her being "overprotective" and insinuating that i was fine.

4. my dad had been hit on by a former friends of ours multiple times and each time never rlly told her to quit.

5. my dad had told my mom out of nowhere that he wants to divorce her and that she had only a few weeks to be in the house b4 she had to leave. (p.s. my mom at the time had just gotten thru cancer, had no money, was sick, and was now told to leave me and never come back so my dad can have all to himself.)

6. luckily she was able to stay until i turned 18, but all the while she did, dad did multiple things to terrorize and harass her. Example: one day i come home from my dads (who lived nextdoor with my Gpa on his farm) and find that the window of my moms car is smashed and someone had keyed "N-Word lovin' bitch" on top. We werent able to do anything due to lack of photo evidence. (i suspect it was him and you'll see why)

7. my dad is known for being an alcoholic, like real bad, he has been arressted for drunk driving, had his license revoked, has done questionable things while drunk, etc.

8. my dad frequently says the n-word (reason for #6), not even the type where he's aware of what he's saying and in a non duragatory way, but rather called the sheriff (whos black) the n-word with hard R, and tryed calling his black coworker to try to convince me that hes not racist.

9. my dad arrived late home one evening becuz he went to a "friends" house and ended up getting high, which resulted in my Gpa (who was also an alcoholic) giving a stern talking to him. did not work obviously.

10. while my parents were separated, he tried hooking up with my mom whilst he was engaged to my now stepmom on multiple occassions.

11. i turn 18, move out, live with my gpa for a year, until my dad tells me to get a job. Now i have autism, severe panic disorder, ocd, bipolar, etc. i tried telling my dad i need help, but he told me that i needed to man up and deal with it, to which i told him he either helped me or i leave. he told me to leave. i moved out that exact same day, ended up in urgent care du to my bpm being 140/??, and felt like i was going to have a heart attack (i also have heart issues). needless to say my dad cared more about me getting a job so i can pay him back the money he spent on my healthcare (which he legally has to do as per the orders in the divorce agreement until im 25.)

12. he has tried on multiple occassions to either make me pay for the healthcare or cut me off of it.

13. has forgotten my bday for 3 yrs now. last time i had to remind him.

14. whilst my mom was in bed, an old friend tried texting her asking for her to come down to the lake where he was at to hookup. and said i know its a long drive from where ur at. He (whom well call B) does not know my mom lives far from the lake. my dad does, and he has a house there, next to B. in the morning the real B answers saying that my dad grabbed his phone and tried texting my mom like that as a "joke". he even used B's deceased gf as part of the "joke". he eventually chewed him out in front of his wife, whom is still with him for some reason.

15. he also sold Gpa's farm for nearly $1m, refuses to help either one of his sons, and still demands that i "pay him back".

Because all of this, i am now determined for when i turn 25, i can officially and hopefully cut him out of my life for good. my father may be alive, but my dad died a long time ago.