My ex and I broke up in middle school because I listened to her instruction, but she didn’t. I wasn’t exactly cool then because I loved electronics and putting computers together, and that wasn’t seen as cool in my area until high school. But this girl, a popular one, happened to like me and wanted to keep it a secret when we got together. Stupidly, I saw nothing wrong with this and agreed. We were to tell no one. She proceeded to tell a few people she told me were her very good friends. Meanwhile, I told absolutely no one. Because of this, she told me she was happy, but it felt like I wasn’t proud to be dating her, like I was ashamed and she was a bad secret. . . . And that’s how we broke up. In highschool, she was even more breathtaking, except this time I had common sense and self respect. I was still the same effective; I just matured and could see red flags. So when she wanted to get back together, I said no, and she took that personally. What ensued was a rumor about me being gay circling about the school. To which everyone informed went: “yeah. . . Duh! They’re Bi.” The few highschool friends I kept in contact with still share a laugh with me about this and a few other things.
The one about the groom ending himself and the bride getting charged with enforced self termination is so sad. I wonder what the backstory was behind that. I’d assume she probably threatened to ruin his life if he didn’t marry her. That woman sounds psychotic though
Story 3 is a good example of projecting things into reality Her worries of them getting close and ending up together led to her doing things that ultimately led them to end up together
My ex cheated on me in high school. A couple years after we broke up she repeatedly tried to get back together, even asking me to her prom (she's a scholastic year older than me). I said no on all counts. What I find funny is how she basically tried to guilt trip me by posting a picture of something I got her for valentines day on Facebook saying someone special got it for her, and though I was admittedly kinda touched, I didn't even answer.
16:20 It's already disgusting what he did. What kind of sick monster abuses their víctims so bad they become sterile?!! He deserves everything that's coming to him.
I dumped a cheating ex and kicked her out of the house. She spent another 3.5 years trying to harrass me into marrying her. Then tried turning it around claiming i cheated on her, which is something I've never done in my life. Interestingly, every single pet she got, even while we were together, became neurotic. As time went on it showed i had dodged a bullet. She married a simp.
This wasn't a secret of mine, but my grandfathers. It wasn't even really a secret either as my family always knew he did it, he just never confessed to it out loud. This incident took place in 1974, at the time my uncle was six and my mom was four. Both of my grandparents were working so they paid a nearby neighbor to watch my mom and uncle while they were away. There were two major rules centered around this agreement: 1) No one was allowed to go into my grandparents house while they were away, ESPECIALLY not grandfather's garage. 2) When at the neighbors house my mom and uncle were not allowed to run around the fireplace out of risk of injury. Well, little did my grandparents know that this neighbor, a single mom had a teenage son who was an absolute a-hole! Destructive, disrespectful, skipped school, the whole nine yards. His mother would never discipline him whenever he got in trouble, most likely because she was afraid of him. He also had four friends who were equally as destructive and all of them were the biggest fans of the band Kiss, to the point where they would dress up just like them (makeup and everything). Of course this punk was the leader of the gang and liked to dress up as Gene Simmons/The Demon- we'll call him PAG (punk-butt Gene). I'd like to call him something else that rhymes with PAG but this is current-year TH-cam. One day, just after my grandparents dropped off my uncle and mother, PAG and his little buddies happened to be dropping by, all dressed up as Kiss. They must have spent all night partying or something because they came all riled up and ready to raise heck. After a little while of rough housing and terrorizing his mom PAG and his buddies decide to take my mother and my uncle on an involuntary trip to my grandparents empty house. It was easy to get in because the doors were unlocked and it was the 70s. Once they got the group made their way to grandpa's garage and proceeded to dig through the tools and until they all came across a box of matches. PAG thought it would be funny for him and his buddies to light the matches and flick them at my uncle and mom. Well at some point PAG flicked one-to-many matches at my mom as my uncle decided to stand up to him, pulling out a tiny pocket knife. A gift my grandfather gave my uncle a few months earlier, the blade was only one inch long so it wouldn't cause much damage outside of a paper cut but it had a pearly handle, that little feature made PAG decide he wanted it. PAG demanded my uncle to hand over the little pocket knife, my uncle refused. PAG demanded it again getting angry, again my uncle refused. Then finally, PAG threatened: "Hand over the pocket knife or I will kick you in the skull!" My uncle stayed firm and refused. It was then PAG had two of his minions hold my then six-year-old uncle by the arms while he roundhouse-kicked my uncle on the side of his head (as I said he was dressed as a mock Gene Simmons so you can guess what kind of boots he was wearing). He instantly began to regret it as my uncle cried while his head began to swell. In a panic the five punks put everything back and took my mother and uncle back to the PAG's house where PAG managed to manipulate his mother into forcing my mom and uncle to lie about the incident. Instead she had them tell my grandparents they were running around the fireplace when my uncle slipped and hit his head. My uncle was taken to see a doctor where it was confirmed he would be fine. And the five punks managed to get away with it for a couple of months. That was until one night while my grandmother was cooking dinner while my mom was reading a children's book out loud. Out-of-the-blue my mother ended up asking my grandmother if she remembered the REAL incident. My grandmother was curious as to what my mom was talking about, so my mom told her what really happened that day causing my grandmother to start foaming up in a frenzy. When my grandpa came home from work my grandmother told him what mom told her and demanded that he ripped through that neighbor's house like a wrecking ball. My grandfather, who would often lose his temper when you got his order wrong at a diner, was eerily calm upon hearing this. Instead of storming down the street to rip the neighbor and her kid apart, he instead used the last of his energy to calm down my grandmother, saying: "Don't worry Patricia, one day that kid is going to walk into a dark alley one night and regret it." Another few months later, my mom was sitting on the front porch eating some ice cream on a nice warm summer day. All was quiet, at first, until the sounds of a fast car began to rip through the silence. Out-of-the-blue a van swerved around the corner of the street and screeched to a halt in front of the neighbor/former babysitter's house. The babysitter along with a male friend then exploded out of the van and bolted into the house grabbing handfuls of belongings and clothes and just stuffing them into the van. They weren't packing anything.into boxes or newspapers, they were just anything and everything they could carry and throwing it in. My mom was confused until PAG came limping out of the van, dressed in plain clothes accessorized with a lovely neck brace, two broken arms (one also braced), and a beautiful leg cast extending from his hip all the way down to the tips of his toes. The punk made a pathetic attempt to walk back to his house only to be stopped by his mother, wheeled around and stuffed right back into the van. After gathering the last of their stuff the mother and male friend hopped into the van and then take off like bats out of you-know-where the mother and they were never seen again. My family KNEW my grandfather was behind the attack, but he never outright confessed it. He more or less took it to his grave. I know people will doubt the story because my mom was a toddler when this happened, but trust me it definitely happened. Whenever my mom told me the story the details never changed, and I always caught my grandfather (who was living with us) give off an sinister grin every time she retold it. Every time we ask what happened, Grandpa would just smile and say "The kid walked into a dark alley one night and ended up regretting it." TL;DR: Some punk teenager who thought he was The Demon and kicked a toddler in the skull only to walk into a dark alley one night and meet The Devil.
Me and my husband kinda planned the cake thing before hand. I asked if he would be OK with frosting on his nose, he said yes, he asked me, I said yes. On the wedding day, when we cut the cake, we put frosting in each other noses. We have a cute picture of us trying to lick frosting off our noses.
@LunaP1 it would be my favorite wedding photo if I didn't have one of my husband holding our dog, who was his best man, and me doing a " here comes the air plane " thing with a little peice of hotdog. Dogs eyes were huge and his mouth wide open, husband is laughing. Best photo ever
You’d be surprised at how frequently girls or women get legitimately groped without their permission. I had a boy who was not my friend or boyfriend touch my breast in the library in high school. I didn’t tell anyone and just stayed away from him from then on. At the time I was shocked and walked away quickly. Fast forward to adulthood and I’m a whole different more assertive person now as usually happens when girls grow up. I was at work and some guys were standing around talking to a female colleague that I had no choice but to go ask a question of as it was work related and she was more senior than me. She was a flirt, and I believe that she was enjoying the male attention. Apparently me coming up to ask a professional question made me guilty by association or something. (I am VERY happily married). I noticed that one man was openly staring at my breasts well covered by my work attire. I was not dressed suggestively at all. But the problem is that I am chesty, I have big breasts. They sometimes draw unwanted attention regardless of what I’m wearing. He said something which I wasn’t really paying attention to (trying to ignore him completely) and then reached out a hand to grab my boob. I’m not joking, never saw this guy before in my life and he just reached right out to grab a jug 😂. Bold, too bold. Very much too bold, holy sh-t. I slapped his hand away before it connected and said “Excuse me but those are my husbands, back off.” And then walked away 😂. But that’s what happens to a lot of girls, don’t think that it doesn’t. Friends had similar stories. So when someone claims that-man you just never know. It might have actually happened. People are not always what they seem like. The boy who grabbed me in high school was the studious, quiet shy sort that you never would’ve expected it of him. But as God is my witness, that boy grabbed my boob.
It's not just one sided either. Women are just as predatory as men but you never hear about it because we're laughed at when trying to make a police report. You should also have reported these situations yourself. I also don't appreciate being charged for a crime that never happened, based solely on me being male. I even a witness to the entire nights events. Which was the girl that lived with my accuser. She was totally ignored and I was charged regardless. No evidence of the claim, and as it turns out, the b**** had a record for doing the same thing to three other men before me. Men cop this crap far more often than women care to recognise.
@@rogerramjet6429 I’m not saying that doesn’t happen Roger. This isn’t a competition of who gets victimized more. A victim is a victim, regardless of sex. I’m only giving my personal experiences with it as that’s all that I personally have. No need to attack me with whataboutisms for sharing my own story. Also, one incident was when I was a kid and I didn’t know how to handle it, so no report happened. Second unwanted touch was headed off and stopped, so what’s to report? The touch did not happen, I stopped it. And if you’d like to get into the “severity of abuse experience” competition with me, you’ll lose. My grandmother on my father’s side went for a walk after dinner for exercise. She was a pretty woman in her forties. Thin, fit. They found her the next day in a ditch, naked and strangled to death. Testing on semen said there was three of them and they were never caught. Destroyed my father’s family, he and his siblings were a mess. Guess who that mess hit hardest??? THEIR KIDS. Me and my cousins have the kind of generational trauma that not everyone gets to experience in their life, the kind that only happens when a wife/mother gets raped and murdered by three absolute DEMONS walking around looking like regular men. And then her children get emotionally destroyed for life. I’ve got an aunt who’s been doing her best to drink herself to death for years. Why? She can’t face herself in the mirror sober. Why? Because she was a teen when this happened, and her mother asked her to join her on that walk. She declined. Then she got to live with the fear her entire life that maybe those guys wouldn’t have targeted her mother if she hadn’t been alone. Or that by fighting together she might have made it. She was left to feel like it was her fault that her mother died so horrifically in pain/fear/humiliation-all alone. She hasn’t been sober a day since then. No amount of reasoning will change her mind-she thinks that she could have stopped it had she just been there to help her.
What the hell does this have to do with the prompt? “What happened when your ex wanted to get back together”? Then you write an essay about females getting groped. I’m sure there is a prompt that would fit your story. Yet, you and so many others go off on a tangent about everything EXPECT. I just imagine when someone asks “how was your date last night” and your answer is something like “I don’t really like the skinny jeans style- the boot cut fits my style better”
Lawyers of Reddit, what is your funniest case? Not a lawyer but my uncle's auntie's grandma's brother's sister's son is a doctor (which is basically the same) and I ate a whole jar of Nutella in one go
Most of the time they are similar enough, and I like hearing stories so win-win. I think it's annoying for people to make a fuss over it. We came here to hear stories, it doesn't make much of a difference whether it's first person or third person point of view, unless you are that pedantic.
Not long after I separated from my ex husband, he asked me out for dinner "but just as friends", he said. I said yes. Still, just after we ordered our food, he told me that he wanted for us to get back together, because he felt lonely. Not because he still loved me or he missed me, mind you, but because he was lonely. I answered that the problem was that I felt lonely when I was living with him, so no. I'm still wondering why I stayed for dinner after that. But he never insisted, we're divorced now.
15:17 the beta Luigi reference made me burst out laughing, I pictured it so clearly 😭 Edit: oh shit, I don’t want to come across as insensitive. I just finished the rest of the story… it’s very tragic and disturbing :(
I guess you don't realize that wedding cakes are held together with toothpicks. Because they tend to be tall they have many layer. The toothpicks help hold the layers together. Wedding cakes often have to be transported from the bakery to the reception venue. This can be a long distance. So more has to be done to keep wedding cakes together, this means tons on toothpicks on the cake. Smashing g a wedding cake with toothpicks in it in someone's face can damage their eye and blind them. It is physical abuse. Whoever cuts and puts the cake on plates removes the toothpicks as they do. So I guess men can they didn't know about the toothpicks. But if they were there when the cake was ordered, they would have been told by the bakery of them. Smashing a cake in someone's face means 1 or 2 things. 1 you know there are toothpicks in it think it funny to try to blind them. 2 you weren't listening at the bakery, means you ignore stuff related to your spouse. I've seen an expensive Honeymoon canceled because frosting plugged the brides tear duct. They divorce right after and she ended up marrying 1 of his groomsmen.
Additionally, there are sometimes little platforms used for the tiers, so the whole structure might in fact be really sturdy. I saw a video a while ago where one bride tried to block the face smashing by raising her arms and the sharp edges cut her arm so deeply it bled.
Tall cakes usually have sticks inserted to help stabilize it, I'd be to afraid to see someone get their face smashed into a cake and end up getting stabbed. 😢
She dumped my by text... I did not even respond... Rumors got around after that... the vast majority of our circles realized she was trash-talking and nothing came of it... Some years later... (4-8?) she tried again, did not respond... sole old friends started contacting me and laughing at the situation.... Got in contact with some old friends that i have a good relation ship with today... so overall a good experience xD
National Panasonic, Sharp, and Atari. However I'm Gen X, and obviously from a different time to you. I also moved away from playing stupid games, and got a life. Instead of making gaming my life. Technology, gaming, social media and people that use Apple products is why I gave up dealing with dick heads in the public, then gave up a career as a service technician. Gamers and Apple people are the worst on the scale. Gamers because they're dumb. Apple customers because they're entitled, with no clue that I don't cover Apple warranties and don't get discounts from Apple for parts. Abuse is listed in virtually all warranties as not covered by that warranty, but both gamers and Apple people can't read and then try scamming.
I did hotel night audit. I have ADHD and anxiety, and I didn't know it at the time. All of the night audit stuff was done on paper; nothing was computerized. Paperwork is boring. My mind would wander. I would try to force it back on task. That's stressful. The stress would trigger anxiety which is distracting and stressful, causing everything to spiral. Battling that would leave so little brainpower available for actually doing my job that I would consistently get it wrong. Like, every single night. God, that was hell.
I practically refuse to eat the last of any snacks, i always leave it for my wife unless she explicitly tells me she's leaving it for me. No reason for it other than i just don't wanna deprive her of the snack.
Isn't it great when people get upset that you're hanging out with someone too much and you don't know why, then you end up with them? Maybe there was a reason they were upset.
My mum confessed to me a few weeks before she died (or maybe months) that the reason she up and left our hometown when she was 50 was because her brother-in-law, whom she adored, told her he was in love with her. The reason it hurt her so much was because his wife, my mum's sister, died 2 years previously and it devestated my mum. She found it such a betrayal she couldn't look at him anymore and so chose to live 350 miles away. He ended up dying about a year later (they were both young to die, my auntie was only 49, not that much older than i am now!). This was back in 1998. Mum said she hadn't told anyone. Made me so upset as i always thought they had a beautiful marriage and i would admire that. Then when my mum was diagnosed with terminal cancer, she asked her cousin to tell the niece (the daughter of the sister that had died) and she just said "well what does she want me to do about it, i'm not going through all that again" (auntie had died of cancer). She did call my mum eventually and yelled at her for giving her cousin her number as she didn't want her to have it and just said "oh sorry about the cancer" and that was it. I heard the whole conversation, my mum was in tears. Broke my heart. If i ever see her i would probably punch her but i still wouldn't tell her about her dad, it's not my secret to tell but that spiteful place inside me has once thought about telling her. And yes, every single family member was there when her mum was dyig, we were round her bed, visiting her, swabbing her mouth, massaging her dry swollen feet and that's how she treated my mum!!!!! Awful woman, awful cousin.
Crazy how there was two stories of a wedding it being a cute story when the question is about “what happed when your ex tried to get back together?” Can people not read?
24:50 that's my story. The pub was in Carnamah, 300 kms North of Perth West Australia. Spent 8.5 years traveling for work contracts and staying in many pubs and motels. So have a few more situations I've been confronted with. Much of this fear about ghosts and spirits, is a result of the style of marketing to sell products, like movies, books, merchandise etc. The real life events are far less scary than media would have people believe. Both sex and fear are used to sell things, or concepts, to the public
The one about the car: I've got a 2008 Honda CRV and I will never own anything other than a Honda. 11/10 vehicle, very reliable and last forever. This fucker is 15 years old and barely has any issues. That said, I have to pay about $700 every year during inspections because itll need some stuff done by then BUT I really somt think that is THAT much money.
If it makes you feel better, I graduated class of 2000. 😊 But I have a story! Last year I broke up with my husband of 13 years because he had become abusive. The first few weeks we weren't together, but he was still living in the apartment because he hadn't found an alternative yet. One day I was in the kitchen preparing lunch and he pulled the kids in with him, got down on one knee and presented me with a jewelry box with a necklace in it. He made this speech about how he's trying to change and he's so sorry for what he did. He said he wanted us to stay together. Think of the children! I told him to get up. He went too far and I don't want him back. Then I realized you could interpret that move as him trying to buy my affection or forgiveness. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I then left the house without even eating the food I had prepared and took the kids with me. They didn't want us to get back together, by the way. The verbal abuse was that bad. Since then, he has tried to get me back several times. He still wants me back a year and a half later. Never again.
I am still great friends with a girl from form one in high school in Australia 1973. She still looks gorgeous while I feel like my face is melting. She also has a beautiful heart. Love ya Anne ❤️ my mum is also still friends with some from her first year at private school, around 1949. They are all in their 80’s and she has lost a few now. I also had the same bestie for 42 yrs but had to cut off the friendship in February of this year, it had become so one sided that even my family noticed, and they loved her. She hadn’t bothered to visit me for four years, always me going over to her 2hrs away. My dad died in December 2022, and she couldn’t even be bothered to come and see me. That’s when I cut it off. I had been there for her when she lost her lovely dad many years ago. She was a wonderful friend to me, as I was to her for a long time, but it seemed like she stopped caring about me. I do miss her and I love her and her kids always.
So um, I’m not the one who is having issues with the ex, I’m the ex’s previously ok friend, but I ended up getting with the girl, we’re both incredibly happy together, but they broke up a couple months ago and he’s been trying to buy her back with gifts instead of showing true compassion. Im now with her, we’re amazing right now, but neither of us know how to break the news to the guy 😅
I get this on the day that my girlfriend broke up with me and said I treated her like shit when everyone else is saying that I was basically walking on coals to keep her happy
Once me and a few friends met someone who was born in 2015 and then spent about 30 minutes laughing and saying how those people couldn’t possibly _exist_ It’s just so weird thinking about things like how people born in 2020 will eventually become adults
A secret I will take to my grave is the fact that my uncle on multiple occasions told me to take my clothes off, it was fine at first but he told me to nap next to him in my exposed state. I was fine with it for awhile but I feel like there was something going on in his mind, I was like 4 at the time and around 2 years later he was naked in front of me, hard as a rock, I was 6 at this point and thought it was normal, then he said it was ok to touch it, I grabbed it for a hot second then I slapped the shit out of it. After a little over a decade I still think about it. The reason I don't say anything about it is the fact that I had tried to but nobody believed me because he "wasn't like that" it's not necessarily s assault but either way. Rn we have my cousin in here who had recently got graped without the g. I don't know what will happen but I know he won't do anything. I keep this secret because it's not worth causing shit. I don't know how or what to feel rn but I'm trying to get closer to my cousin so she can open up to me about what happened
That was actually still assault. I’m sorry for what you went through. And I’m sorry about your cousin. Praying for both of you to find a way to heal and move forward
had mine undergo some trials... read as do amusing things for my laughter, ex failed to convince wal-mart staff they had a bird hanging out, so turned em down... these are tons of reasons they are a ex after all, one of the biggest being ex is what americans call a karen.
Just in Feb this year, I flew to Ohio to pick up a new puppy I was getting. I picked my hotel based on the fact that they said it had a shuttle to and from the airport. Well, I get there and find out they don't actually have a shuttle anymore so that was my first red flag. Anyways, I get there and the guy at the desk is a bit weird. He asked me what brought me to Ohio and I told him I was picking up my pup and heading back home the next day. He asks if I have the puppy with me but I say no, and that I'm picking her up the next day before heading back to the airport, which was a lie but I didn't want to pay the crazy fee. It was posted on the website that there was a fee but didn't say how much and I learned when I got to the hotel that it was $100. Anyways, front desk guy says if I was able to get the puppy that night and I let him see her, he wouldn't charge me but I still didn't want to tell him my friend was dropping her off that night. So my friend arrives with the puppy at the perfect time, the dude wasnt at the front desk. We go up to my room and wouldn't you know it, my room key no longer works. We head back down to the front desk and figure fuck it, we have the puppy and a dog crate and all that so it would be hard to hide. lol So the guy gets allll super excited to see the puppy, is talking about how he wants to take her home with him, asking if my friend has any more, blah blah blah. Finally, he fixes my room key and we get in the elevator. The doors close and... nothing. It doesn't go anywhere. We try the button to open the doors, nope. Won't open. We try the emergency phone that's in the elevator, doesn't work. We hit the alarm button that lets off a crazy loud alarm, figuring there's no way they can't hear that at the front desk, its literally right around the corner. But again, it does nothing. We try to call the front desk, no answer. We somehow get connected to customer service and the agent isn't even in Ohio and they're like "let me call the front desk for you." After a few min they come back on the line and guess what? Front desk didn't answer. They transfer our call to customer support, so I guess like a step up from customer service? The guy is asking me all the details of my booking and I'm like "why do you need all of that information when I'm stuck in an elevator on one of your properties?????" My friend is having a panic attack mind you, she can't do small spaces. Also, the puppy is upset because we put her in the crate while we figured stuff out. The customer support dude is like "I need all your info so I can verify who I'm talking to." My response was "who cares who you're talking to, I'm still stuck in this elevator. Would you not help me if I weren't a hotel guest???" Anyways, I just give him the info after that because I know he doesn't make the rules and I'm not going to argue with him in that situation. He puts me on hold then. We've been in the elevator over 20 min by now and my friend is getting ready to call 911. We didn't want to jump to that unless it was really necessary because we know they're busy and we hoped the hotel could take care of the situation. Suddenly, the elevator goes up from the lobby floor to the second floor (my room was on the third) and the doors open and my friend RUNS out of this thing, puppy and crate in hand. We take the stairs up to my room. Now my friend needs a drink so we put the puppy in the room, in her crate so we can go grab a drink and dinner. As we're heading out the front desk guy is actually at the desk and my friend goes to him and she's mad. She's like we just got stuck in the elevator, you need to close it down and call for repairs (a bunch of the buttons also didn't work along with the emergency phone.) He makes a note of it and is like "Oh that's not good. That's weird I dind't hear the alarm or the phone ringing. I'm just going to leave a note for the morning crew because the same thing happened to an elderly lady a few days ago." My friend was pissed to hear we weren't the first. Well, we told him we were just running to the car, not that we were actually going to dinner and knew that since he's hardly ever at the desk, he would have no reason to think we didn't do just that. We have dinner, come back, he's not at the desk. We go up to my room to grab the stuff my friend left and she leaves. In the morning I tell the front desk people what happened and they say the night guy didn't tell them that and they were so sorry and I got free breakfast. lol Fast forward to when I get home and go to unpack and I realize a bunch of my underwear is missing. (I'm the type that brings a ton of underwear with. me because with my luck I'll get uncontrollable peepoos lmao) So I have maybe two or three pairs in my bag when I get home, and NONE of them are the dirty ones... literally the only time I was away from my bag the whole trip was when I left it in my hotel room. Otherwise, it was with me the whole time as a carry on for my flights... Also I got a partial refund for the room but not the whole thing because "taxes can't be refunded," apparently.
The last one sounded eerily similar to a friend's story i remember when i first met them. They said how their dad got deported and iirc, the dad died but i could be wrong about that. My friends step father however, did die, i think to a car accident so it might just be that one who died and not the original father
So about the hotel part I have a great story of how we were staying in a little run down hotel in rio vista Ca and our hotel room was almost broken into in the middle of the night but my little blue nose pitbull named Ruby probably weighed no more than 40lbs went full cujo on this guy and chased him down the 2nd story catwalk until the guy decided to jump and land on someone’s car… cops were called guy was never found but I did get a good laugh out of the whole incident. (RIP Ruby you were the greatest)
I feel your opinion would change if you knew that these wedding cakes tend to have popsicle sticks/toothpicks to hold the cakes up, and cake smashing could lead to an eye injury.
I feel like the comment about the Camry basically being a Lexus may have been more about saying that the person was sensible with their spending and still got a really nice vehicle. I don't think it was meant to be condescending at all.
Story 2 about girl that was same age as daughter.... I had gotten lucky a few years back and I was in another town for just a few weeks but new her face and in the middle of sex acts it hits me. I start screaming , who's your daddy , who's your daddy? She looked at me a little weird and I was like seriously who's your daddy I'm sure I went 2 high school with him😂😅 As to the newlyweds, my uncle and I worked at holiday inn and my uncle was a auditor and I was the banquet captain.working this wedding like early in the morning and cause she showed up real early my uncle was the front desk that checked her in. Groom around noon ( 41/2 hours) before wedding is nervously looking around for his soon to be, he was seriously annoying,like chill she she's around or left or probably on the beach ether way chill plenty of time.. well 4:30 came and gone and Bride checked in and was gone till 10 that night big relief cause we did get franticly searching. Hell I was nervous alre.ady from 2 in afternoon . Well she comes in threw the door with wedding dress on and bottle of wine or something that she's laughing and swigging from and her other hand is enter looked with my uncle's. I give my uncle a look that says thanks for heads up. But later was like damn Scott that's awesome. They had been drinking since 10a.m. on the beach fu.king and su.king like rabbits P.S. she was hott dude was probably not going to bag many chicks hotter then the one my uncle took off his hands for the day 😂😅
One time my ex called me trying to get me back ( would of been long distance) So i have my phone to my then girlfriend her reply was “Can you leave him alone i am pregnant with his child and stop trying to ruin our family” 6 years later we are now engaged for 2 years and have a 4 month old daughter
That trade in car lady clearly doesnt understand how people make conversations about cars. Its like walking up to some guy with a chevy SS and say that its a rebadged Holden, dude definitely could have started with a hey thats a nice car, but really its a camry its an economy sedan theres not a lot you can say about it, what is he meant to go, WOW its got an awesome grille, or hell yeah, look at radio! I dont know what she was expecting?
God High School stories are just.....so cringey.......I've been out of High School for between 5 and 6 years now and it just.....makes me ill that I was a teenager once....
He was my best friend and when he confessed to me I said yes After a month of dating, he tried to make a move on me but I told him no cuz I had a vow to myself about my virginity and he knows I'm scared when it comes to sex. The second month he was invited by his cousin to go with him to Japan I found out he was fucking someone that looks like me and even have the same beauty mark🤦🏻then I texted him saying were done and send him the picture that his cousin send me He didn't respond for days but he saw my message After he got back he asked me to meet up with him so I did (don't ask why🤦🏻) We met up and he said that it was my fault that I didn't want to have sex with him and let him touch me. and I should be lucky that I look for a girl that looks exactly like you like it some kind of compliment I just stand up and walk away And told everyone. Now I don't know what his doing I couldn't care less😋 I'm having fun being single
You're using virginity to hide a fear of sex. F--king hell you're already damaged goods FFS. You're always going to point the finger at others then continue lieing to everyone including yourself. How about putting those big girl pants on, then going to seek help and therapy. Otherwise you'll be a cancer to others and your own self imposed victimhood lifestyle. I don't think you'll even bother recognising the issue and continue the single life, except with a cattery to distract you from the real problem. *You*
Wasn't the best move, it was petty and hypocritical of me and would not do it again. But I had a proxy say it... Stood across the room from her. The laundry list of reasons I ended it involved her doing the same thing when she was mad at me. And rarely spoke to me in person when she wasn't. Yeah like I said petty and hypocritical way of turning her down... All the other reasons for turning her down... Not so much.
That car one kinda confused me. The dude that said a Lexus is just a dressed up Camrey just sounds like a non car guy trying to make car guy conversation with the little bit of info he probably got from a car guy buddy of his….
In the one about the Camry, op's being an asshole. That conversation was just small talk and was in no way condescending. If anything he was complimenting the car
Here is a other example of women having it so easy, no accountability The picture of the video, the women slapped the man Just because she a woman that don't mean you hit him
I always wondered what viewer edition meant (thought it was a toned down version or "SFW" version of the stories, and then realized it was about people/viewer leaving their stories in the comments... I'm slow :'V
Wedding was cringe af. Legos, vidya games, star wars.. where are the adults these days. Seroiusly.. yall about to get drafted into ww3 and get panick attacks thinking about not getting to play with legos or miss the new SW movie lol... were doomed.
All the trigger warnings are my trigger. Like, read the stories and let the pansies weed themselves out. It just takes all of the emotion and shock out of the story whenever every other story has a trigger warning. Let them be triggered, that’s half the fun of it.
About story 4: if I have learned anything about the US prisons from @JD Delay on TH-cam shorts is, even in solitary if the inmates want to get at you they will find a way to get at you.
Story #6 @ 58:48- I know how OP feels cuz that's the age of 10 my mom did the same thing when she realized that I ate the last granola bar. She slapped me across the face told me she hated me and wanted me out of her life and to this day I can't eat the last of anything whether somebody gives me permission to you or not without the fear of having them yell at me or hit me or tell me they want me out of their life over something as trivial as a granola bar. It seriously took a toll on my life I just wish they could understand the trauma that comes with doing that to a kid.
My ex and I broke up in middle school because I listened to her instruction, but she didn’t. I wasn’t exactly cool then because I loved electronics and putting computers together, and that wasn’t seen as cool in my area until high school. But this girl, a popular one, happened to like me and wanted to keep it a secret when we got together. Stupidly, I saw nothing wrong with this and agreed. We were to tell no one. She proceeded to tell a few people she told me were her very good friends. Meanwhile, I told absolutely no one. Because of this, she told me she was happy, but it felt like I wasn’t proud to be dating her, like I was ashamed and she was a bad secret.
. . . And that’s how we broke up. In highschool, she was even more breathtaking, except this time I had common sense and self respect. I was still the same effective; I just matured and could see red flags. So when she wanted to get back together, I said no, and she took that personally. What ensued was a rumor about me being gay circling about the school. To which everyone informed went: “yeah. . . Duh! They’re Bi.”
The few highschool friends I kept in contact with still share a laugh with me about this and a few other things.
The one about the groom ending himself and the bride getting charged with enforced self termination is so sad. I wonder what the backstory was behind that. I’d assume she probably threatened to ruin his life if he didn’t marry her. That woman sounds psychotic though
Story 3 is a good example of projecting things into reality
Her worries of them getting close and ending up together led to her doing things that ultimately led them to end up together
My ex cheated on me in high school. A couple years after we broke up she repeatedly tried to get back together, even asking me to her prom (she's a scholastic year older than me). I said no on all counts. What I find funny is how she basically tried to guilt trip me by posting a picture of something I got her for valentines day on Facebook saying someone special got it for her, and though I was admittedly kinda touched, I didn't even answer.
16:20 It's already disgusting what he did.
What kind of sick monster abuses their víctims so bad they become sterile?!!
He deserves everything that's coming to him.
I dumped a cheating ex and kicked her out of the house.
She spent another 3.5 years trying to harrass me into marrying her.
Then tried turning it around claiming i cheated on her, which is something I've never done in my life.
Interestingly, every single pet she got, even while we were together, became neurotic.
As time went on it showed i had dodged a bullet.
She married a simp.
This wasn't a secret of mine, but my grandfathers. It wasn't even really a secret either as my family always knew he did it, he just never confessed to it out loud.
This incident took place in 1974, at the time my uncle was six and my mom was four. Both of my grandparents were working so they paid a nearby neighbor to watch my mom and uncle while they were away. There were two major rules centered around this agreement: 1) No one was allowed to go into my grandparents house while they were away, ESPECIALLY not grandfather's garage. 2) When at the neighbors house my mom and uncle were not allowed to run around the fireplace out of risk of injury. Well, little did my grandparents know that this neighbor, a single mom had a teenage son who was an absolute a-hole! Destructive, disrespectful, skipped school, the whole nine yards. His mother would never discipline him whenever he got in trouble, most likely because she was afraid of him. He also had four friends who were equally as destructive and all of them were the biggest fans of the band Kiss, to the point where they would dress up just like them (makeup and everything). Of course this punk was the leader of the gang and liked to dress up as Gene Simmons/The Demon- we'll call him PAG (punk-butt Gene). I'd like to call him something else that rhymes with PAG but this is current-year TH-cam.
One day, just after my grandparents dropped off my uncle and mother, PAG and his little buddies happened to be dropping by, all dressed up as Kiss. They must have spent all night partying or something because they came all riled up and ready to raise heck. After a little while of rough housing and terrorizing his mom PAG and his buddies decide to take my mother and my uncle on an involuntary trip to my grandparents empty house. It was easy to get in because the doors were unlocked and it was the 70s. Once they got the group made their way to grandpa's garage and proceeded to dig through the tools and until they all came across a box of matches. PAG thought it would be funny for him and his buddies to light the matches and flick them at my uncle and mom. Well at some point PAG flicked one-to-many matches at my mom as my uncle decided to stand up to him, pulling out a tiny pocket knife. A gift my grandfather gave my uncle a few months earlier, the blade was only one inch long so it wouldn't cause much damage outside of a paper cut but it had a pearly handle, that little feature made PAG decide he wanted it. PAG demanded my uncle to hand over the little pocket knife, my uncle refused. PAG demanded it again getting angry, again my uncle refused. Then finally, PAG threatened: "Hand over the pocket knife or I will kick you in the skull!" My uncle stayed firm and refused. It was then PAG had two of his minions hold my then six-year-old uncle by the arms while he roundhouse-kicked my uncle on the side of his head (as I said he was dressed as a mock Gene Simmons so you can guess what kind of boots he was wearing). He instantly began to regret it as my uncle cried while his head began to swell. In a panic the five punks put everything back and took my mother and uncle back to the PAG's house where PAG managed to manipulate his mother into forcing my mom and uncle to lie about the incident. Instead she had them tell my grandparents they were running around the fireplace when my uncle slipped and hit his head. My uncle was taken to see a doctor where it was confirmed he would be fine. And the five punks managed to get away with it for a couple of months.
That was until one night while my grandmother was cooking dinner while my mom was reading a children's book out loud. Out-of-the-blue my mother ended up asking my grandmother if she remembered the REAL incident. My grandmother was curious as to what my mom was talking about, so my mom told her what really happened that day causing my grandmother to start foaming up in a frenzy. When my grandpa came home from work my grandmother told him what mom told her and demanded that he ripped through that neighbor's house like a wrecking ball. My grandfather, who would often lose his temper when you got his order wrong at a diner, was eerily calm upon hearing this. Instead of storming down the street to rip the neighbor and her kid apart, he instead used the last of his energy to calm down my grandmother, saying: "Don't worry Patricia, one day that kid is going to walk into a dark alley one night and regret it."
Another few months later, my mom was sitting on the front porch eating some ice cream on a nice warm summer day. All was quiet, at first, until the sounds of a fast car began to rip through the silence.
Out-of-the-blue a van swerved around the corner of the street and screeched to a halt in front of the neighbor/former babysitter's house. The babysitter along with a male friend then exploded out of the van and bolted into the house grabbing handfuls of belongings and clothes and just stuffing them into the van. They weren't packing anything.into boxes or newspapers, they were just anything and everything they could carry and throwing it in. My mom was confused until PAG came limping out of the van, dressed in plain clothes accessorized with a lovely neck brace, two broken arms (one also braced), and a beautiful leg cast extending from his hip all the way down to the tips of his toes. The punk made a pathetic attempt to walk back to his house only to be stopped by his mother, wheeled around and stuffed right back into the van. After gathering the last of their stuff the mother and male friend hopped into the van and then take off like bats out of you-know-where the mother and they were never seen again.
My family KNEW my grandfather was behind the attack, but he never outright confessed it. He more or less took it to his grave. I know people will doubt the story because my mom was a toddler when this happened, but trust me it definitely happened. Whenever my mom told me the story the details never changed, and I always caught my grandfather (who was living with us) give off an sinister grin every time she retold it. Every time we ask what happened, Grandpa would just smile and say "The kid walked into a dark alley one night and ended up regretting it."
TL;DR: Some punk teenager who thought he was The Demon and kicked a toddler in the skull only to walk into a dark alley one night and meet The Devil.
Sorry about the grammar...was using talk-to-text 🤦♀️
Badass grandpa.
Me and my husband kinda planned the cake thing before hand. I asked if he would be OK with frosting on his nose, he said yes, he asked me, I said yes.
On the wedding day, when we cut the cake, we put frosting in each other noses. We have a cute picture of us trying to lick frosting off our noses.
Aw that’s cute
Cute and 😂😂😂😂😂
@LunaP1 it would be my favorite wedding photo if I didn't have one of my husband holding our dog, who was his best man, and me doing a " here comes the air plane " thing with a little peice of hotdog. Dogs eyes were huge and his mouth wide open, husband is laughing. Best photo ever
That is SOOO CUTE!
You’d be surprised at how frequently girls or women get legitimately groped without their permission. I had a boy who was not my friend or boyfriend touch my breast in the library in high school. I didn’t tell anyone and just stayed away from him from then on. At the time I was shocked and walked away quickly. Fast forward to adulthood and I’m a whole different more assertive person now as usually happens when girls grow up. I was at work and some guys were standing around talking to a female colleague that I had no choice but to go ask a question of as it was work related and she was more senior than me. She was a flirt, and I believe that she was enjoying the male attention. Apparently me coming up to ask a professional question made me guilty by association or something. (I am VERY happily married). I noticed that one man was openly staring at my breasts well covered by my work attire. I was not dressed suggestively at all. But the problem is that I am chesty, I have big breasts. They sometimes draw unwanted attention regardless of what I’m wearing. He said something which I wasn’t really paying attention to (trying to ignore him completely) and then reached out a hand to grab my boob. I’m not joking, never saw this guy before in my life and he just reached right out to grab a jug 😂. Bold, too bold. Very much too bold, holy sh-t. I slapped his hand away before it connected and said “Excuse me but those are my husbands, back off.” And then walked away 😂. But that’s what happens to a lot of girls, don’t think that it doesn’t. Friends had similar stories. So when someone claims that-man you just never know. It might have actually happened. People are not always what they seem like. The boy who grabbed me in high school was the studious, quiet shy sort that you never would’ve expected it of him. But as God is my witness, that boy grabbed my boob.
It's not just one sided either.
Women are just as predatory as men but you never hear about it because we're laughed at when trying to make a police report.
You should also have reported these situations yourself.
I also don't appreciate being charged for a crime that never happened, based solely on me being male.
I even a witness to the entire nights events.
Which was the girl that lived with my accuser.
She was totally ignored and I was charged regardless.
No evidence of the claim, and as it turns out, the b**** had a record for doing the same thing to three other men before me.
Men cop this crap far more often than women care to recognise.
@@rogerramjet6429 I’m not saying that doesn’t happen Roger. This isn’t a competition of who gets victimized more. A victim is a victim, regardless of sex. I’m only giving my personal experiences with it as that’s all that I personally have. No need to attack me with whataboutisms for sharing my own story. Also, one incident was when I was a kid and I didn’t know how to handle it, so no report happened. Second unwanted touch was headed off and stopped, so what’s to report? The touch did not happen, I stopped it. And if you’d like to get into the “severity of abuse experience” competition with me, you’ll lose. My grandmother on my father’s side went for a walk after dinner for exercise. She was a pretty woman in her forties. Thin, fit. They found her the next day in a ditch, naked and strangled to death. Testing on semen said there was three of them and they were never caught. Destroyed my father’s family, he and his siblings were a mess. Guess who that mess hit hardest??? THEIR KIDS. Me and my cousins have the kind of generational trauma that not everyone gets to experience in their life, the kind that only happens when a wife/mother gets raped and murdered by three absolute DEMONS walking around looking like regular men. And then her children get emotionally destroyed for life. I’ve got an aunt who’s been doing her best to drink herself to death for years. Why? She can’t face herself in the mirror sober. Why? Because she was a teen when this happened, and her mother asked her to join her on that walk. She declined. Then she got to live with the fear her entire life that maybe those guys wouldn’t have targeted her mother if she hadn’t been alone. Or that by fighting together she might have made it. She was left to feel like it was her fault that her mother died so horrifically in pain/fear/humiliation-all alone. She hasn’t been sober a day since then. No amount of reasoning will change her mind-she thinks that she could have stopped it had she just been there to help her.
What the hell does this have to do with the prompt? “What happened when your ex wanted to get back together”? Then you write an essay about females getting groped. I’m sure there is a prompt that would fit your story. Yet, you and so many others go off on a tangent about everything EXPECT.
I just imagine when someone asks “how was your date last night” and your answer is something like “I don’t really like the skinny jeans style- the boot cut fits my style better”
The hell all of u write a pharagraph
@@nitenerdit’s related to one of the stories in the video. Watch the whole video before you comment
I swear Redditors always say something different to the question asked
Some people can't read
They always want to be included. They slow as hell.
“Not actually a firefighter but last year a took a bite of cake”
Lawyers of Reddit, what is your funniest case?
Not a lawyer but my uncle's auntie's grandma's brother's sister's son is a doctor (which is basically the same) and I ate a whole jar of Nutella in one go
Most of the time they are similar enough, and I like hearing stories so win-win. I think it's annoying for people to make a fuss over it. We came here to hear stories, it doesn't make much of a difference whether it's first person or third person point of view, unless you are that pedantic.
26:53 that story gives me the vibe of the lead-up to "The Shining"
Not long after I separated from my ex husband, he asked me out for dinner "but just as friends", he said. I said yes. Still, just after we ordered our food, he told me that he wanted for us to get back together, because he felt lonely. Not because he still loved me or he missed me, mind you, but because he was lonely. I answered that the problem was that I felt lonely when I was living with him, so no. I'm still wondering why I stayed for dinner after that. But he never insisted, we're divorced now.
15:17 the beta Luigi reference made me burst out laughing, I pictured it so clearly 😭
Edit: oh shit, I don’t want to come across as insensitive. I just finished the rest of the story… it’s very tragic and disturbing :(
I guess you don't realize that wedding cakes are held together with toothpicks. Because they tend to be tall they have many layer. The toothpicks help hold the layers together. Wedding cakes often have to be transported from the bakery to the reception venue. This can be a long distance. So more has to be done to keep wedding cakes together, this means tons on toothpicks on the cake. Smashing g a wedding cake with toothpicks in it in someone's face can damage their eye and blind them. It is physical abuse. Whoever cuts and puts the cake on plates removes the toothpicks as they do. So I guess men can they didn't know about the toothpicks. But if they were there when the cake was ordered, they would have been told by the bakery of them. Smashing a cake in someone's face means 1 or 2 things. 1 you know there are toothpicks in it think it funny to try to blind them. 2 you weren't listening at the bakery, means you ignore stuff related to your spouse. I've seen an expensive Honeymoon canceled because frosting plugged the brides tear duct. They divorce right after and she ended up marrying 1 of his groomsmen.
Additionally, there are sometimes little platforms used for the tiers, so the whole structure might in fact be really sturdy.
I saw a video a while ago where one bride tried to block the face smashing by raising her arms and the sharp edges cut her arm so deeply it bled.
Tall cakes usually have sticks inserted to help stabilize it, I'd be to afraid to see someone get their face smashed into a cake and end up getting stabbed. 😢
She dumped my by text...
I did not even respond...
Rumors got around after that... the vast majority of our circles realized she was trash-talking and nothing came of it...
Some years later... (4-8?) she tried again, did not respond... sole old friends started contacting me and laughing at the situation....
Got in contact with some old friends that i have a good relation ship with today... so overall a good experience xD
49:40 The name brands I cared about in high school were Sony, Sega, snd Nintendo.
National Panasonic, Sharp, and Atari.
However I'm Gen X, and obviously from a different time to you.
I also moved away from playing stupid games, and got a life.
Instead of making gaming my life.
Technology, gaming, social media and people that use Apple products is why I gave up dealing with dick heads in the public, then gave up a career as a service technician.
Gamers and Apple people are the worst on the scale.
Gamers because they're dumb.
Apple customers because they're entitled, with no clue that I don't cover Apple warranties and don't get discounts from Apple for parts.
Abuse is listed in virtually all warranties as not covered by that warranty, but both gamers and Apple people can't read and then try scamming.
Thanks for the warnings, stuff with children I just can't too sad
When you said "Happy ending" after your hotel auditor story, I thought that you fell through the floor, because of how fluid the editing was XD
I did hotel night audit. I have ADHD and anxiety, and I didn't know it at the time. All of the night audit stuff was done on paper; nothing was computerized. Paperwork is boring. My mind would wander. I would try to force it back on task. That's stressful. The stress would trigger anxiety which is distracting and stressful, causing everything to spiral. Battling that would leave so little brainpower available for actually doing my job that I would consistently get it wrong. Like, every single night.
God, that was hell.
I practically refuse to eat the last of any snacks, i always leave it for my wife unless she explicitly tells me she's leaving it for me. No reason for it other than i just don't wanna deprive her of the snack.
Isn't it great when people get upset that you're hanging out with someone too much and you don't know why, then you end up with them? Maybe there was a reason they were upset.
I always want to write my story, but its so tedious to think of her that i cant bring myself to do it.
My mum confessed to me a few weeks before she died (or maybe months) that the reason she up and left our hometown when she was 50 was because her brother-in-law, whom she adored, told her he was in love with her. The reason it hurt her so much was because his wife, my mum's sister, died 2 years previously and it devestated my mum. She found it such a betrayal she couldn't look at him anymore and so chose to live 350 miles away. He ended up dying about a year later (they were both young to die, my auntie was only 49, not that much older than i am now!). This was back in 1998. Mum said she hadn't told anyone. Made me so upset as i always thought they had a beautiful marriage and i would admire that. Then when my mum was diagnosed with terminal cancer, she asked her cousin to tell the niece (the daughter of the sister that had died) and she just said "well what does she want me to do about it, i'm not going through all that again" (auntie had died of cancer). She did call my mum eventually and yelled at her for giving her cousin her number as she didn't want her to have it and just said "oh sorry about the cancer" and that was it. I heard the whole conversation, my mum was in tears. Broke my heart. If i ever see her i would probably punch her but i still wouldn't tell her about her dad, it's not my secret to tell but that spiteful place inside me has once thought about telling her. And yes, every single family member was there when her mum was dyig, we were round her bed, visiting her, swabbing her mouth, massaging her dry swollen feet and that's how she treated my mum!!!!! Awful woman, awful cousin.
Crazy how there was two stories of a wedding it being a cute story when the question is about “what happed when your ex tried to get back together?” Can people not read?
24:50 that's my story.
The pub was in Carnamah, 300 kms North of Perth West Australia.
Spent 8.5 years traveling for work contracts and staying in many pubs and motels.
So have a few more situations I've been confronted with.
Much of this fear about ghosts and spirits, is a result of the style of marketing to sell products, like movies, books, merchandise etc.
The real life events are far less scary than media would have people believe.
Both sex and fear are used to sell things, or concepts, to the public
Haha I worked at that pub the plumbing Ng rattles in the walls and roof it's not haunted mate though makes for a good tourist attraction 😂😂
The one about the car: I've got a 2008 Honda CRV and I will never own anything other than a Honda. 11/10 vehicle, very reliable and last forever. This fucker is 15 years old and barely has any issues. That said, I have to pay about $700 every year during inspections because itll need some stuff done by then BUT I really somt think that is THAT much money.
If it makes you feel better, I graduated class of 2000. 😊
But I have a story! Last year I broke up with my husband of 13 years because he had become abusive. The first few weeks we weren't together, but he was still living in the apartment because he hadn't found an alternative yet. One day I was in the kitchen preparing lunch and he pulled the kids in with him, got down on one knee and presented me with a jewelry box with a necklace in it. He made this speech about how he's trying to change and he's so sorry for what he did. He said he wanted us to stay together. Think of the children! I told him to get up. He went too far and I don't want him back. Then I realized you could interpret that move as him trying to buy my affection or forgiveness. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I then left the house without even eating the food I had prepared and took the kids with me. They didn't want us to get back together, by the way. The verbal abuse was that bad. Since then, he has tried to get me back several times. He still wants me back a year and a half later. Never again.
Mr Mainly Fact guy is gonna have some insaaaane dad lore in the future
That's why I always say annex is an ex for a reason. Most times we're better off alone.
My bestie is from grade 7 (1997). Our lives have taken different paths but we still talk like no time has passed.
I am still great friends with a girl from form one in high school in Australia 1973. She still looks gorgeous while I feel like my face is melting. She also has a beautiful heart. Love ya Anne ❤️ my mum is also still friends with some from her first year at private school, around 1949. They are all in their 80’s and she has lost a few now.
I also had the same bestie for 42 yrs but had to cut off the friendship in February of this year, it had become so one sided that even my family noticed, and they loved her. She hadn’t bothered to visit me for four years, always me going over to her 2hrs away. My dad died in December 2022, and she couldn’t even be bothered to come and see me. That’s when I cut it off. I had been there for her when she lost her lovely dad many years ago. She was a wonderful friend to me, as I was to her for a long time, but it seemed like she stopped caring about me. I do miss her and I love her and her kids always.
So um, I’m not the one who is having issues with the ex, I’m the ex’s previously ok friend, but I ended up getting with the girl, we’re both incredibly happy together, but they broke up a couple months ago and he’s been trying to buy her back with gifts instead of showing true compassion. Im now with her, we’re amazing right now, but neither of us know how to break the news to the guy 😅
I'm sorry the girl who didn't believe her ex gf, is a piece of work. She was clearly cheating. Let her ex get sa.
I am 100% convinced that if I go to hell it will just be middle school
I get this on the day that my girlfriend broke up with me and said I treated her like shit when everyone else is saying that I was basically walking on coals to keep her happy
Sweet Animal House reference on story 1
Story 2, 3 and 4, those exs are mentally unstable dangerous psychopaths. (The first group of stories.)
I graduated in 2002. Met a kid at work that was born in 2002. I told him to get the hell away from me.
Once me and a few friends met someone who was born in 2015 and then spent about 30 minutes laughing and saying how those people couldn’t possibly _exist_
It’s just so weird thinking about things like how people born in 2020 will eventually become adults
He's not a child. Unless you meant to type 2022. You're just middle aged and rude.
I’m a flight attendant. Please always do a thorough check your room
A secret I will take to my grave is the fact that my uncle on multiple occasions told me to take my clothes off, it was fine at first but he told me to nap next to him in my exposed state. I was fine with it for awhile but I feel like there was something going on in his mind, I was like 4 at the time and around 2 years later he was naked in front of me, hard as a rock, I was 6 at this point and thought it was normal, then he said it was ok to touch it, I grabbed it for a hot second then I slapped the shit out of it. After a little over a decade I still think about it. The reason I don't say anything about it is the fact that I had tried to but nobody believed me because he "wasn't like that" it's not necessarily s assault but either way. Rn we have my cousin in here who had recently got graped without the g. I don't know what will happen but I know he won't do anything. I keep this secret because it's not worth causing shit. I don't know how or what to feel rn but I'm trying to get closer to my cousin so she can open up to me about what happened
That was actually still assault. I’m sorry for what you went through. And I’m sorry about your cousin. Praying for both of you to find a way to heal and move forward
had mine undergo some trials... read as do amusing things for my laughter, ex failed to convince wal-mart staff they had a bird hanging out, so turned em down... these are tons of reasons they are a ex after all, one of the biggest being ex is what americans call a karen.
Just in Feb this year, I flew to Ohio to pick up a new puppy I was getting. I picked my hotel based on the fact that they said it had a shuttle to and from the airport. Well, I get there and find out they don't actually have a shuttle anymore so that was my first red flag. Anyways, I get there and the guy at the desk is a bit weird. He asked me what brought me to Ohio and I told him I was picking up my pup and heading back home the next day. He asks if I have the puppy with me but I say no, and that I'm picking her up the next day before heading back to the airport, which was a lie but I didn't want to pay the crazy fee. It was posted on the website that there was a fee but didn't say how much and I learned when I got to the hotel that it was $100. Anyways, front desk guy says if I was able to get the puppy that night and I let him see her, he wouldn't charge me but I still didn't want to tell him my friend was dropping her off that night. So my friend arrives with the puppy at the perfect time, the dude wasnt at the front desk. We go up to my room and wouldn't you know it, my room key no longer works. We head back down to the front desk and figure fuck it, we have the puppy and a dog crate and all that so it would be hard to hide. lol So the guy gets allll super excited to see the puppy, is talking about how he wants to take her home with him, asking if my friend has any more, blah blah blah. Finally, he fixes my room key and we get in the elevator. The doors close and... nothing. It doesn't go anywhere. We try the button to open the doors, nope. Won't open. We try the emergency phone that's in the elevator, doesn't work. We hit the alarm button that lets off a crazy loud alarm, figuring there's no way they can't hear that at the front desk, its literally right around the corner. But again, it does nothing. We try to call the front desk, no answer. We somehow get connected to customer service and the agent isn't even in Ohio and they're like "let me call the front desk for you." After a few min they come back on the line and guess what? Front desk didn't answer. They transfer our call to customer support, so I guess like a step up from customer service? The guy is asking me all the details of my booking and I'm like "why do you need all of that information when I'm stuck in an elevator on one of your properties?????" My friend is having a panic attack mind you, she can't do small spaces. Also, the puppy is upset because we put her in the crate while we figured stuff out. The customer support dude is like "I need all your info so I can verify who I'm talking to." My response was "who cares who you're talking to, I'm still stuck in this elevator. Would you not help me if I weren't a hotel guest???" Anyways, I just give him the info after that because I know he doesn't make the rules and I'm not going to argue with him in that situation. He puts me on hold then. We've been in the elevator over 20 min by now and my friend is getting ready to call 911. We didn't want to jump to that unless it was really necessary because we know they're busy and we hoped the hotel could take care of the situation. Suddenly, the elevator goes up from the lobby floor to the second floor (my room was on the third) and the doors open and my friend RUNS out of this thing, puppy and crate in hand. We take the stairs up to my room. Now my friend needs a drink so we put the puppy in the room, in her crate so we can go grab a drink and dinner. As we're heading out the front desk guy is actually at the desk and my friend goes to him and she's mad. She's like we just got stuck in the elevator, you need to close it down and call for repairs (a bunch of the buttons also didn't work along with the emergency phone.) He makes a note of it and is like "Oh that's not good. That's weird I dind't hear the alarm or the phone ringing. I'm just going to leave a note for the morning crew because the same thing happened to an elderly lady a few days ago." My friend was pissed to hear we weren't the first. Well, we told him we were just running to the car, not that we were actually going to dinner and knew that since he's hardly ever at the desk, he would have no reason to think we didn't do just that. We have dinner, come back, he's not at the desk. We go up to my room to grab the stuff my friend left and she leaves. In the morning I tell the front desk people what happened and they say the night guy didn't tell them that and they were so sorry and I got free breakfast. lol Fast forward to when I get home and go to unpack and I realize a bunch of my underwear is missing. (I'm the type that brings a ton of underwear with. me because with my luck I'll get uncontrollable peepoos lmao) So I have maybe two or three pairs in my bag when I get home, and NONE of them are the dirty ones... literally the only time I was away from my bag the whole trip was when I left it in my hotel room. Otherwise, it was with me the whole time as a carry on for my flights... Also I got a partial refund for the room but not the whole thing because "taxes can't be refunded," apparently.
The last one sounded eerily similar to a friend's story i remember when i first met them. They said how their dad got deported and iirc, the dad died but i could be wrong about that. My friends step father however, did die, i think to a car accident so it might just be that one who died and not the original father
160 IQ? lol okay then.
Anyone curious should look up Australian barking spiders. They're huge and yes, literally bark, lol.
So about the hotel part I have a great story of how we were staying in a little run down hotel in rio vista Ca and our hotel room was almost broken into in the middle of the night but my little blue nose pitbull named Ruby probably weighed no more than 40lbs went full cujo on this guy and chased him down the 2nd story catwalk until the guy decided to jump and land on someone’s car… cops were called guy was never found but I did get a good laugh out of the whole incident. (RIP Ruby you were the greatest)
I hate when they don’t actually answer the question
I think people who aren’t ok with cake smashing are uptight prudes
I feel your opinion would change if you knew that these wedding cakes tend to have popsicle sticks/toothpicks to hold the cakes up, and cake smashing could lead to an eye injury.
I've been friends with these 3 guys since elementary school, and we are still great friends, I hope we never lose touch
Story 1 isn’t even fuckin related to the question
3:00 DELTA HAAAUUUUSSSS
Toga! Toga! Toga! Got your back buddy
I feel like the comment about the Camry basically being a Lexus may have been more about saying that the person was sensible with their spending and still got a really nice vehicle. I don't think it was meant to be condescending at all.
I’m glad I know it’s you. There a channel that looks identical it was hard to differentiate
The Mostly Facts channel but this is the Mainly Facts channel 😂
His intros kinda remind me of “hello everybody, my name is markiplire”
Story 2 about girl that was same age as daughter.... I had gotten lucky a few years back and I was in another town for just a few weeks but new her face and in the middle of sex acts it hits me. I start screaming , who's your daddy , who's your daddy? She looked at me a little weird and I was like seriously who's your daddy I'm sure I went 2 high school with him😂😅
As to the newlyweds, my uncle and I worked at holiday inn and my uncle was a auditor and I was the banquet captain.working this wedding like early in the morning and cause she showed up real early my uncle was the front desk that checked her in. Groom around noon ( 41/2 hours) before wedding is nervously looking around for his soon to be, he was seriously annoying,like chill she she's around or left or probably on the beach ether way chill plenty of time.. well 4:30 came and gone and Bride checked in and was gone till 10 that night big relief cause we did get franticly searching. Hell I was nervous alre.ady from 2 in afternoon . Well she comes in threw the door with wedding dress on and bottle of wine or something that she's laughing and swigging from and her other hand is enter looked with my uncle's. I give my uncle a look that says thanks for heads up. But later was like damn Scott that's awesome. They had been drinking since 10a.m. on the beach fu.king and su.king like rabbits
P.S. she was hott dude was probably not going to bag many chicks hotter then the one my uncle took off his hands for the day 😂😅
One time my ex called me trying to get me back
( would of been long distance)
So i have my phone to my then girlfriend her reply was
“Can you leave him alone i am pregnant with his child and stop trying to ruin our family”
6 years later we are now engaged for 2 years and have a 4 month old daughter
That trade in car lady clearly doesnt understand how people make conversations about cars. Its like walking up to some guy with a chevy SS and say that its a rebadged Holden, dude definitely could have started with a hey thats a nice car, but really its a camry its an economy sedan theres not a lot you can say about it, what is he meant to go, WOW its got an awesome grille, or hell yeah, look at radio! I dont know what she was expecting?
5:25/1:02:43 his nails look good
Almost first :(
Edit: I was first! :D
I actually got to graduate in 2019 before covid happened
I had a girlfriend for one period in middle school, that was weird, i got into the relationship for a calculator.
God High School stories are just.....so cringey.......I've been out of High School for between 5 and 6 years now and it just.....makes me ill that I was a teenager once....
Anyone hear him burp lol
He was my best friend and when he confessed to me I said yes
After a month of dating, he tried to make a move on me but I told him no cuz I had a vow to myself about my virginity and he knows I'm scared when it comes to sex.
The second month he was invited by his cousin to go with him to Japan I found out he was fucking someone that looks like me and even have the same beauty mark🤦🏻then I texted him saying were done and send him the picture that his cousin send me
He didn't respond for days but he saw my message
After he got back he asked me to meet up with him so I did (don't ask why🤦🏻)
We met up and he said that it was my fault that I didn't want to have sex with him and let him touch me. and I should be lucky that I look for a girl that looks exactly like you like it some kind of compliment
I just stand up and walk away
And told everyone. Now I don't know what his doing
I couldn't care less😋 I'm having fun being single
You're using virginity to hide a fear of sex.
F--king hell you're already damaged goods FFS.
You're always going to point the finger at others then continue lieing to everyone including yourself.
How about putting those big girl pants on, then going to seek help and therapy.
Otherwise you'll be a cancer to others and your own self imposed victimhood lifestyle.
I don't think you'll even bother recognising the issue and continue the single life, except with a cattery to distract you from the real problem.
*You*
Wasn't the best move, it was petty and hypocritical of me and would not do it again. But I had a proxy say it... Stood across the room from her. The laundry list of reasons I ended it involved her doing the same thing when she was mad at me. And rarely spoke to me in person when she wasn't. Yeah like I said petty and hypocritical way of turning her down... All the other reasons for turning her down... Not so much.
That car one kinda confused me. The dude that said a Lexus is just a dressed up Camrey just sounds like a non car guy trying to make car guy conversation with the little bit of info he probably got from a car guy buddy of his….
Story didn't happen with the donuts in the parking lot. It's private property, cops CANT give you a ticket. Nice story tho
In the one about the Camry, op's being an asshole. That conversation was just small talk and was in no way condescending. If anything he was complimenting the car
I graduated in 2021 👻
My ex and I got back together 3 months later we were married have been for 6 months now
Here is a other example of women having it so easy, no accountability
The picture of the video, the women slapped the man
Just because she a woman that don't mean you hit him
Anybody getting The Shining vibes?
My ex is in heaven
What?
you have to many ads
I always wondered what viewer edition meant (thought it was a toned down version or "SFW" version of the stories, and then realized it was about people/viewer leaving their stories in the comments... I'm slow :'V
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Wedding was cringe af. Legos, vidya games, star wars.. where are the adults these days. Seroiusly.. yall about to get drafted into ww3 and get panick attacks thinking about not getting to play with legos or miss the new SW movie lol... were doomed.
20th
Saying you are fine with the size of your genitals is odd...and kind of implies that you really aren't. Don't like cars? Cool...
pls remove facecam
E forst
All the trigger warnings are my trigger. Like, read the stories and let the pansies weed themselves out. It just takes all of the emotion and shock out of the story whenever every other story has a trigger warning. Let them be triggered, that’s half the fun of it.
You don't sound like a good person. Go somewhere else if you don't like helping others?
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Ion wanna be the WelLl AkShUAllY
But Lexus is the luxury version of toyota
About story 4: if I have learned anything about the US prisons from @JD Delay on TH-cam shorts is, even in solitary if the inmates want to get at you they will find a way to get at you.
Story #6 @ 58:48- I know how OP feels cuz that's the age of 10 my mom did the same thing when she realized that I ate the last granola bar. She slapped me across the face told me she hated me and wanted me out of her life and to this day I can't eat the last of anything whether somebody gives me permission to you or not without the fear of having them yell at me or hit me or tell me they want me out of their life over something as trivial as a granola bar. It seriously took a toll on my life I just wish they could understand the trauma that comes with doing that to a kid.
My bestie for life made it through the probation period, and the double probation period, 🥹
What does this mean?