Stories & Confessions

I’ve been married for 15 years with my wife and our son is 18yo. I think I was a good father to him, always present, always supporting him, I was the first he talked to when he had a bullying problem, a math problem, when he needed romantic advice. He is straight but likes crossdressing and doing makeup, and I was the first one to support him on that too, while his mom was trying to make him more “masculine”.

However, recently I discovered that he is not actually my child. My MIL said he had to tell me something important, so I went to meet her and told me that my child is actually my wife’s high school boyfriend baby. She gave birth at 20 but apparently she was cheating on me with her old boyfriend. My MIL said my wife told her the truth after he was born because she had suspected that the baby didn’t exactly look like me and MIL confronted her about it, but the baby was already born and nothing could be done. 

I was mad and asked her why is she telling me this right not? She told me it’s because she saw my son hanging out with his biodad at a park and believes that he is back in their lives.

I decided not to shoot the messenger and went out to confront my wife and son about this, after a long argument they told the truth. The biodad was back and wanted to meet his real son.

A lot of shit happened and I’m divorcing, and also cutting my wife’s son out of my will, because, I never had a real son and all this time I was putting all my energy and effort raising another man’s child. I’m also consulting if is possible to sue the biodad for all the money I’ve spent raising his bio son thought out the years. 

My wife is obviously mad at me, but my (step?) son is just devastated, I can see him depressed, not talking to me, and constantly apologizing. My plan was to divorce and cut contact with them right after that, but now I’m wondering if I’m going too far by punishing him too.

Edit: Everybody is asking this: The kid knew about his biodad for about 4 months before I discovered it. And yes, we did a DNA test, he insisted a lot of it and after it came back negative is when I think his depression really hit. Y'all right, maybe it is useless to sue the biodad, but I'll ask a lawyer anyway.

Edit 2: Many people are comparing my situation to being a step dad or an adoption. There is a difference, I thought for over 18 years that he was my real son. I 100% believe that adoptive parents are real parents and their adopted children are their real children, but they willingly went into the adoption process, they know their family is not blood family. I was tricked into my situation. If I had known my wife after the baby was born I wouldn't have cared because I knew it was somebody else's son, but I thought this was my real son and just now I find out that he isn't. Anyway, I need to talk to him when he feels like it.

I see a lot of times that "experts" or "influencers" say how you have to eat at least 3 meals per day.

For a lot of people they might not have time to eat 3 times per day or simply don't have the urge for it.

Personally I prefer skipping breakfast and simply eating lunch and dinner. Maybe I'll snack on something small every now and then.
But I've never been much of a breakfast person.

So this happened a few days ago I 40M and my wife 35F are taking our 2 children 8M and 12M to McDonald's for dinner we get the food and return home our children go to wash their hands before eating I see my wife reaching her hand in our 8 year olds happy meal box. I ask her what she's doing and she said she just wanted a nugget I told her not to because he only had 4 nuggets plus we are both on a diet at the time so I tell her that and she stops I leave to wash my hands and help the kids open the new soap bottle because the old one ran out once I open it I wash my hands and then they start to wash there's I walk back into the kitchen and I see my wife licking her fingers I look beside her and see my 8 year olds happy meal torn apart and all 4 of his chicken nuggets were gone I asked her why she ate his nuggets and she said that the salad she had wasn't enough and that she couldent resist her urges and that she was hungry she then said that 4 chicken nuggets wouldn't affect her diet I then yelled at her that it's not about the diet but that you ate our 8 year olds fucking dinner she said she still has fries and apple slices and that he can share with his older brother i yelled at her that she was a piece of shit for eating our 8 year olds dinner she ran off crying saying that im a horrible husband. I don't see what I did wrong but I want you to let me know, am I the asshole?

Edit: seems alot of people are making up things, number 1 i did not tell in front the kids they were still in the bathroom,2 she got a salad from Wendy's obviously McDonald's doesn't sell them, and 3 stop acting like I cussed her to the point my face turns red I said one bad thing for her actions and you all act like I beat her up

Edit 2: I'm back from my work and I see I have over a thousand comments, sorry but there's no way I can respond to all of you before another 1000 has arrived

My BF of 2 years is pulling the "you really ended things because my kid asked a fucking question" but that's not the case.

BFs kids (7yo boy and 10yo girl) have been coming and staying here somewhat often for the past 5 or 6 months and it's been hell. My food bill went from $350-$400 a month to $1100. My house is constantly trashed. I now have holes in my walls and broken controllers because the 7yo has severe anger issues whenever he is playing video games (he gets an hour a day per dad's rules). My BF contributes to the bills but not nearly enough to make up for the money I've been dishing out since his kids started coming here and he can't afford to pay any extra because of child support and medical insurance. And to be blunt, I'm tired of looking like the fucking asshole because I'm the only one who steps up and tells his kids to cut the shit when they are doing anything wrong.

The problems are mainly with the 7yo. Every time I tell him to do anything, he throws a fit and asks his sister to do it for him. Refuses to even get his own cereal because he "doesn't want to" and will call his sister stupid or retarded if she says no. Or pull the "this is why I hate my life" or "this is why no one likes you" talk. If I tell him not to do something, he will absolutely make a problem out of it by asking the dumbest, most obvious questions. Like I said to him the other day "stop touching things" because he would not stop screwing things up and he goes "so I can't touch the floor? I can't touch the air?" Or last night, when I kicked them out, it was because I told him he wasn't allowed to eat past 1pm anymore (talking about lunch) because that kid will decide that he's finally ready to eat lunch 20 minutes to an hour before I make dinner and then refuse to eat his food and wastes it. He goes "so I can't eat dinner anymore?" And his dad goes "valid point". Are you kidding? So I kicked them out. Told my BF I would be damned that I play the role of a parent to a giant man child and his disrespectful children. Now he's telling everyone I kicked him and his kids out because I was pissed that his son asked me a question.

I'm not regretting kicking them out, at all. Good riddance. But he has since told me that I would make a terrible mother and that I am absolutely shit with children and where I have zero patience, I should stay away from people with kids so I don't "fuck up some other poor kids life" with my attitude. AITA?

This is probably incredibly stupid and petty but this feels really disrespectful to me. I have been dating "Matt" for 2 years. We don't live together but in the past 6 months or so he has been here fairly often. I have 3 older children (13yo boy, 12yo girl, 10yo boy) and they all get along with Matt well. My issue is that Matt has zero respect for other people's things; towels mainly.

I have no washer/dryer in my rental and have to travel 35 minutes to the nearest laundromat. I only have time to do this once a week due to my work schedule and all else. I can only go Sundays. Matt knows this. I also only had 4 towels (one for each of me and my kids). It became a problem of like.. every single time that Matt and I has sex, he would go to the bathroom and grab one of the towels off the hook and wipe off with it after I told him not to several times. He said it was a force of habit (that's what he cleans up with at his place for 15 years). He will apologize, etc. Just to repeat it. Or I went out and bought him a towel for when he's here (I was tired of him using mine and he has severe ADHD and can't remember to bring his own / can't remember pretty much anything). He never uses his towel to clean himself. It's always one of the kids. Or there's been a few times that he will grab the kids towels and put them on the floor to soak up the water that he tracked out of the shower. Every single time I have talked to him about it, I've gotten increasingly more pissed off. The last time I had to mention it was a few weeks ago and I lost my shit entirely and told him to stop touching my kids fucking towels or we were done. He said something like "it's just a fucking towel" or "maybe it's time you get more than one towel per person" and whatever but he did stop using the towels. Until this morning.

This morning he woke me up for a quickie before we both had to go to work and tmi but I started bleeding. Sorry for the mental image. He runs to the bathroom, grabs a towel and starts cleaning both of us up. I truly thought it was his towel that he grabbed (and he had mentioned having to do his laundry anyhow so I didn't make a fuss) but then he turned on the light and it was my oldest son's towel. I asked him why the fuck he didn't grab his own, since he was doing his laundry anyhow and could have just taken it with him. He said he "panicked" and just grabbed the first one available. His towel is literally the first one on the hook when you walk in to the bathroom and I keep the bathroom light on at all times so there's no way he could have just not seen which towel he was grabbing. Now I have to go and do laundry today, again, after just having gone on Sunday. I told him that I needed a break from him because he has zero respect for me at this point. Yes, it's small and it's a fucking towel for Christ Sake but it's still something I've asked him not to do several times. He doesn't think it's a big deal and says I'm acting ridiculous over a towel. AITA?

No, I can't get a mini washer/dryer per my lease agreement. No, he won't wash our laundry as well. I asked him to take the towel with him and he said "no" because I "made him feel fucking stupid" and says that if I had been nice about it than maybe he would have but he won't now. Yes, I could get more towels but this was never an issue before he started coming around and frankly, I'd like to keep the laundry to a minimum because I already have a bad back and the laundry can be difficult. So I shouldnt have to buy more towels just so he can clean himself up with them.

I have been taking my 9yo stepdaughter to dance classes for four years. I drive her every week. My husband (her dad) and I pay for every single fee associated with her dance school.

This year, her end-of-year recital lands on her mother’s custodial time. Her mom has committed to taking her to the show.

I volunteered to be the backstage parent (managing the class backstage when they’re not performing, helping with hair and makeup, etc). I did this for the last two recitals and my stepdaughter loves having me there to hang out and support her.

The dance school reached out yesterday to tell me that my stepdaughter‘s mother asked them to remove me as backstage parent and put her in. They agreed to do it without discussing it with me first because she basically told them it was her custodial right. (To be clear, nothing in their court order says anything that would prevent me from being able to be around her even though she’s not in dad’s custody.)

Mom and I have a history of high conflict. I believe she is trying to remove me because she doesn’t want me spending any extra quality time with her daughter. She simply hates me and my husband. (If you are wondering, I have nothing to do with why she and my husband never worked out).

I could bow out and accept this because I’m not the biological parent, but it breaks my heart because I love being there and dance is “my thing” with my stepdaughter.

WIBTA if I reminded the school who their paying customer is and ask them to go back on the decision and advocate for me? I want to fight back and give them all the context so they can understand why I have the right to be there. But I also don’t want more conflict with mom, who would be upset if the school has my back. (If you are wondering, I don’t think she would go to the lengths of not taking her to the recital over this, because she has to know that would be devastating to her daughter who’s worked hard to prepare for her performance.)

I’m not sure what the best way for all of this to play out would be.

Thank you so much for your judgments! I’m all ears!

Update:

I called the dance school, but not to have them change their decision. I gave them all the context. (I should’ve clarified in my OP that she lied to them and implied I wasn’t legally allowed to be there on her time which is not true). The owner of the school says he feels completely manipulated by her mom. He apologized. He offered to make it right and said he and his wife (co-owner) were comfortable with reaching out to mom and telling her that I am the backstage mom. They also said it would never happen again.

I told them that I really appreciated that they are owning up to how it went down. But I told them that I would rather take the high road and leave it at that. I told them not to reach out to mom. Let her have it. I also apologized to them for having to deal with drama that should’ve been handled by our family privately.

The only thing that matters to me is that my stepdaughter has a wonderful experience. I could’ve “won” this, but if that would’ve created even an inkling of stress for my SD on her big day, it wouldn’t be worth it.

My plan is to tell my SD “hey I know I said I’d be backstage this year but great news, your mom wants to do it! You guys will have so much fun together. I’m glad she will be there for you.” Then I’ll be in the audience with a bouquet of flowers and a huge smile on my face.

Thanks to everyone here, even the assholes lol

I live in a little neighborhood, a lot of kids and grandmas. The community is pretty nice besides one person. A new women moved in by the hill in the fall. She is right next to the park where people hang out.

The problem is she is mental about her property. She has a very big area and there is no line from the park to where her property is. If your ball goes over she will come out a tell you to get off her property.

The kids school bus stop is right there and like 40 kids get on in the morning. They all don’t fit on the sidewalk and will stand in the grass. She put a sprinklers and soaked all the kids before school. They were not messing things up.

In the winter she yelled at a group of kids having a snowball fight and they went over the line. It has happened so many time and it has happened when people were still technically in the park.

I wish she would just put up a fence since it would actually show where it begins. So basically no one in the neighborhood is fond of her. The kids don’t like her, the parents don’t, and even the old lady’s find her to be destroying the peace.

We are suppose it have a block party in about two weeks and I organize it. This year I got a petition to not include her. I also moved it so it would be on the other side of the park so no one would be anywhere near her property.

I sent out invites to all the homes besides hers. She came up to me and asked why she didn’t get an invite. I told her because the neighborhood find her to be a jerk.

She called me a jerk and I am morally conflicted

This comes out of the neighbors pockets, no how or city funding

TW: child loss/stillborn baby

This really really hurts to have to ask but I’m searching for unbiased advice. My husband (m34) and I (f28) suffered the loss of our first baby, just three weeks ago.

I was 32 weeks pregnant and I noticed that my daughter was not moving as much as usual on a Friday night, or moving at all. Saturday morning at 3:24 am, I gave birth to her, stillborn. It was and is genuinely the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. Everyone and every mom warns you about post partum but no one warns you about suffering it with no baby.

Since then, obviously, we’ve been bombarded with support from our family and I am so grateful for that. My sister in law, however, I’ve never really gotten along with (half sister of my husband). She came with my MIL to visit only a week after I gave birth. For context, my MIL says that my SIL is autistic (although she isn’t diagnosed) and that she says things without thinking, which is a symptom of it. I’m not a big fan of her because I find her quite spoiled and kind of a brat and my husband has his reasons as well. My SIL is 21.

While they were there, I was really just trying to stay positive so I wouldn’t cry in front of them. The first instance of her saying something really insensitive to me was when I mentioned joining a grief group, because that’s what my doctor recommended. She asked me “a group for grieving moms? But won’t their dead children be older, would you even relate?”

I understand that may have been just her not understanding, but wow it hurt worse than I thought. My doctor and my own mom have reiterated that I should consider myself a mom now, and I guess I just didn’t think about the fact that some people won’t think I am, because I don’t have a baby, and I never did, apart from a few minutes. But still, that’s not even what I’m offended about.

What really hurt me was my MIL asking me if I got the chance to hold my daughter. I said yes, and I was grateful for the nurses for treating her like every other baby, wrapping her up and putting her a hat on, and then giving her to me. My husband agreed and told them that he held her and carried her down to where she was going when I was done, and he was glad for that.

My SIL then says, out loud, with no hesitation, “ewww you touched it when it was dead?!”

My heart literally dropped. First of all, referring to her as “it” is disgusting to me, and second of all, the whole entire sentence is just disgusting too. I genuinely didn’t know what to say. My MIL scolded her and my husband told them it was time to go. She never apologized.

Later on, my MIL called to apologize on behalf of SIL. I told her honestly, I didn’t want or need an apology unless it came from her daughter and even then, it was not likely I’d accept it. My MIL got really pissy with me and now they are both mad at me for “alienating” them because of her being autistic. She said that that should not be an excuse for what she said. I disagree heavily.

But AITAH for that?

I don’t know if I am in the wrong here. About 15 years ago I gave birth to Kerra. She passed when she was three months. She was a surprise and would have been around 10+ years younger than any of the other kids.

She passes and her urn in on the mantle in our home. Life moved on. My DIL has seen the urn before and commented it was a nice name. I didn’t think anything about it at the time.

I got a call from my daughter telling me that I need to talk to them. That they plan on naming their daughter Kerra and knew it would be a problem so they were going to surprise me with it after she was born.

I sat them down and asked if they were going to name their daughter Kerra. They told me it was in the running. I asked if they were naming her after anyone and it was a no. That they just liked the name. I told them I am not very confortable with them doing that. I know I don’t own a name and suggested it could be a middle name and we would just call her her first name. I explained it would be very hard for us and we worry that we may start projecting or it will cause mental distress to use.That I don’t think it is fair to the kid to have that burden.

My husband also said that he wouldn’t be that happy with the decision and feels wrong to name her that.

After that it started agruement, that she is pissed we are trying to veto a name and called us jerk.

My husband and I don’t know if we are jerks or not. We thought we handled this well and communicated clearly our feelings on it.

My husband and I talked a few weeks back about bringing the kids fishing this past weekend and had talked in specific detail about us needing to reconnect as a family. He works so often that me and the kids hardly ever see him anymore (I work full time at home), so the entire point of this fishing trip was to spend time together as a family and as I said, it was discussed in great detail. Our youngest child is 5 months old and strictly breastfed, as well.

We head out Friday morning to go grab our boat and head to our camp for the weekend. Everything is going fine until about 40 minutes in to the drive. Husband gets a phone call and starts saying things like "yeah I will be there soon" or "what did you bring?" When he got off the phone, I asked him who that was and he told me "Heath". A coworker of his that I have never once met. I asked him if he had invited some random dude that I don't know to go on our family putting and he said he had and that he didn't think it would be a big deal. He also said something about how his buddy wanted to check out the boat and whatever. I've never heard a single thing good about this guy (very sexist and makes gross "jokes"). I asked him to turn around and bring me and the kids back home. He asked why and I said that this trip was meant for US as a family to reconnect, as we had discussed in great detail, and that I wouldn't be sitting around awkward, nursing my baby in front of a man that I do not know and watching over all of our kids when he shoots the shit and hangs out with his buddy. I told him it was messed up that he would even consider this to be a good option, considering that now meant that I would be doing all the parenting alone while he got to be social. He said that it wouldn't be like that and that he told his buddy that this trip was meant for the kids and that he would have them the entire time but I honestly just was not having it at all. I know how it would have been because he said this dude brought beer (I asked). So, I had him drive me home and told him to go by himself. He left pissed off.

I ended up taking my kids on my own trip. I rented an AirBnB on the lake for the entire weekend. I brought my kids fishing, swimming and to the amusement park down the road. We had a good time. I did not have cell reception at the Airbnb so I didn't speak to my husband, outside of texting him prior to leaving - stating I would be gone for the weekend. When I got home Sunday morning, my husband flipped out. Said that he had only stayed out on Friday until 5pm (so 6ish hours) and came home to spend the rest of the weekend with me and the kids, just to find that we had left and he couldn't contact us. I told him that none of this would have happened if he had just stuck by his word originally instead of making a social hour (with a guy he sees EVERY DAY) out of what was meant to be a family weekend (he also allowed this dude to stay at our camp for the weekend because he apparently invited him to stay the entire weekend anyways). AITA for anything?

I'm (23f) pregnant with my first child, a daughter. My boyfriend (23m) and I have decided to name her Wren. We didn't tell many people yet. My boyfriend told his parents and I told my parents and my siblings. After I told my sister (30f) she asked me if we could talk and she showed me a list she had of names her and her husband had chosen for future babies. Wren was the girl name they had chosen too. I had no idea. My sister never thought anyone in the family would go for a name like Wren. And when she heard we had chosen that she got a little sad.

You see, my sister and her husband have been TTC for 6/7 years and have been unsuccessful with the exception of one miscarriage 5 years ago. Right now they are undergoing some fertility treatments to try and have a child. It's been super hard on her and when my boyfriend and I learned we were expecting we agreed I should tell my sister first and give her time to process. She told me how much she appreciated it and she was sad for a little while after. As well as super jealous. But I understand because this is something she has wanted for so long and it was difficult for her to see me get pregnant so fast.

I love my sister and I always want to try and be understanding and not make her feel like shit because I'm having a baby and she's still trying to. But when she asked me to please choose another name so she could name a future daughter that, I didn't feel like I could agree to that. My daughter feels like Wren to both me and my boyfriend. We've already got some items with her name on them. We have grown very attached and bonded more with our Wren.

I know to many it's not a big deal for people to share the same name in a family but our family doesn't really like doing that. Our names might have been used in previous generations of the family but we never liked the idea of two living members of the family sharing a name and we're all so close that it would get confusing. So I know to her it means Wren has to leave their list if I use it.

I told my sister I couldn't change my daughter's name after we had already committed so heavily and the name felt so right to us. She burst into tears but told me she understood. She hugged me and everything. Then my BIL got involved and he tore me a new one for not sacrificing a name so that my sister can hold onto the hope that she'll get to name their future daughter that one day. He said she has been such a good big sister to me and this would cost me nothing.

AITA?

This issue started a while ago, my son married Becky. Becky and my daughter do not get along. Looking in on it, personalities don’t mix well. They frustrate eachother a lot. About a year ago, the family was having a BBQ and Becky was asked to bring paper plates so no one had to clean plates.She brought plastic plates so my daughter would need to wash them in order to give them back to Becky by the end of the night. The BBQ was at her home.

I think it was a breaking point for her, because she grabbed me and went inside. She had a big rant were she was not pleasant about Becky. It was mostly about her not following instructions and in her eyes that she was incompetent. I told her to calm down and just enjoy the night. I will do the dishes.

A few days later I got a call from my son saying he will only communicate with me if becky is there. So group chats, if she is on the phone with him or inperson. That he heard that we were talking shit about his wife and this is what he is doing now. Same thing with my daughter, he didn’t let me explain.

So from them on we have been communicating that way. It has been frustrating at times and I don’t feel like I can talk to him about anything personally.

This bring me to the main issue, I have breast cancer. I informed the kids one by one about it. I am not comfortable to explain my diagnosis with his wife in the room. We are not close and I am very emotional about it. So I texted him that we needed to talk alone and he told me that anything I stay I can say in front of his wife. I called him but no answer and me saying it was very important didn’t do anything.

My option was to tell him with an audience or not tell him and let him learn from someone else. I chose not to tell him, I had my first appointment and my daughter made a post on instagrams wishing me luck and support.

He called me up pissed that he found out about this on social media and called me a jerk for not telling him. My point was I did try and he wouldn’t listen to me.

I understand children idolizing them and of course it can be entertaining, but why do we put them on pedestals?

Sure, they’re able to succeed and perform on a physical level but like why do we give pro athletes so much respect? Able to kick or throw a ball, great? What exactly makes them such gods? Especially when we see so many fumble in their personal lives, it’s just always been strange to me.

I (27F) have been married to my husband (36M) for 2 years and we have been together for a total of 5 years. My husband has 2 daughters from his previous marriage and 3 months ago I gave birth to our first child together. When my husband and I first got together, his daughters were very young and I have been pretty much fully involved in their upbringing ever since we got together. Their mother isn't around so they pretty much view me as their mom and I absolutely view them as my own. We have always been a happy family together from the start.

My parents on the other hand weren't as supportive of my close relationship with my daughters. They always told me that it isn't my job "to play mommy" to children that aren't biologically mine. This definitely created a wedge between us because no matter how many times I told them how important they are to my life, they still refused to accept that which I guess they have a right to. My in-laws on the other hand have been supportive of my close relationships with my daughters since day one and they truly make me feel part of the family regardless of whether the children are mine biologically. About a year after my husband and I got married, I brought up the idea of me legally adopting our daughters so that in the extreme case of something happening to my husband, I would be able to continue taking care of them without having to go through legal troubles. And again my parents were extremely against that idea regardless of my husband and I being married and me pretty much being involved in the girls their entire life.

3 months ago my husband and I had our first daughter together and it in our town it's a tradition to choose godparents for a newborn even though we aren't really religious. My husband and I both agreed that it would be best for his parents to become our daughter's godparents since they have been supportive of our family since the start. When my parents found out we weren't choosing them as godparents, they got upset with us because they felt like they should have been the godparents to their first grandchild. But since they never were supportive of our family I didn't feel like they deserved to demand anything like this.

AITA?

I don’t know if my husband is doing this on purpose or if he can’t control himself but he knows that it bothers me and still does it. He thinks the sun shines out of SIL’s butt. Nothing she says or does is wrong. When we visit he would talk about her for 3-4 days afterwards like he is in trance.

We visited last weekend to see the new baby. I swear he was paying more attention to her and the baby than he ever did with me and any of our children. He was complimenting everything from how she looked, how clean the house was, the delicious food. How she even made the bread. How she remembered our favorite dishes, snacks, deserts. “You are a super woman”. I literally had it with him and said enough a couple of times but he just ignored me and she just giggled all the time and welcomed the compliments.

Now he has been talking about how great and perfect she is since we got home. I had enough so I told him to go fuck her if he is so in love. He looked at me with no expression and said very mature. I broke down and asked why he was doing this knowing that I am completely the opposite of her, to a degree that we aren’t even close.

He knows we are the opposite of each other. I am not little miss perfect. I don’t clean the windows while my infant is sleeping. I don’t cook and clean when I have just given birth and I sure can’t lose my baby weight in 3 weeks. Why is he so insensitive to my feelings? Even if it is true and I am just jealous and my jealousy is unfounded, isn’t me being hurt and uncomfortable enough for someone who supposed to love me to just stop ?

This is a throwaway account. My wife died a month ago in a car accident. We were married for 18 years and dated since we were in college. We have three kids together. A 15 year old, 13 year old, and 5 year old. Ever since my wife passed, her family been harassing me. They are saying that they didn’t see me cry at her funeral and when they visit they say I don’t seem sad enough. My MIL even made a post on facebook saying I’m probably happy she’s dead. This is simply not true. About a week ago my SIL, FIL, and MIL came to visit the children. When my children went to sleep, they started to say the same things about me being happy my wife is dead. I had enough and yelled at them. I said that I have to be strong for my children and the world doesn’t stop over my wife’s death. Who’s going to take them to school? Who’s going to make sure that theirs food on the table and clothes on their back? ME. I can’t do that if I let my grief control my life. I kicked them out and said that if they say anything like that to me again they will never see my kids. I told my mom about the situation and she said that I was rude and disrespectful. Am I the AH?

Ok this is sort of a “back in the day” MC.

I was swing expeditor/scheduler/shop assistant. I didn’t run the machines I just helped get done what needed to be done on our shift.

Had an old school machinist come in at start of shift and explain the blue print was wrong and if he followed the attached manufacturing procedure it was gonna result in a bad part. He showed me the issue and I agreed right away. Said I’d catch the engineer before shift the next day.

Call engineer, he says “its right just do it”

Call him again next day, same result.

Move it up a level and he storms into Our office pissed off on third day. I try and show him the drawing and procedure but he insists it’s correct. He tells me I have no idea what we are doing in our shop, just follow the procedure as it’s written.

I had logged all of the calls etc and asked if he would put that in writing and he does.

Cue MC. I go to same machinist , tell him the issue. It’s a 16 hour job. He sits and reads for two days and then hands paperwork, no part, into Quality Control (they check measurements and confirm it was manufactured correctly ) they ask what’s going on where is the part?

I come by and explain that according to both the drawing and procedure the machinist was to machine a 12 inch part down to just over 13 inches shorter than it started at. Thus the produced product, nothing. Usual ask about why did we do this, I showed them the records I had.

So they wrote it up as a procedure issue.

2 days later same engineer storms in, but brought his boss (the one I initially went to when I got no response )and starts accusing me of sabotaging his part.

I calmly show both of them everything, explain that we knew it was an issue and tried to fix it but we were over ridden .

Boss looks at engineer and says “why aren’t you listening to people that are trying to help?”

And the engineer replies “they didn’t go to college to become an engineer! They don’t know what they are talking about” and walks out.

I look at Boss and he says “we will get you a revised procedure and drawing , I assume you still actually have the original stock to make it from?” I laughed and told him I wasn’t stupid of course I do.

Engineer was no longer with the firm a couple weeks later.

After the hockey parents, I swear, the most guests are probably the ones booking our luxury rooms at the last minute, paying 100-120$ a night and expecting a full 5 star resort.

Dude books one of our bedrooms with a king bed, jacuzzi and a fireplace. It is written on the website that the fireplace is only operational in the winter.

After trying to bargain a free late check out (denied), he comes back to the FD and asks how do we turn on the fireplace.

"You don't. The gas system has been shut down for the summer!"

"But I booked specifically for that!"

"I don't know what to tell you sir. It's 30 degrees outside (86 Fahrenheit). We shut down the whole gas system for the fireplaces at the beginning of the month and prepared our air conditioners for the hot season instead."

"Are you going to offer a compensation?"

Puzzled look from me.

"No!?"

And this is where he said that one sentence that completely knocked me away.

"But I wanted to f*** my wife in front of the fireplace! What do I do now?"

Moment of silence...

"I don't know sir. The fireplace will not work. I can't make it work tonight."

"Call your manager! Find a solution"

Goes back to his room.

He passed again in front of me maybe two hours later. Knocks angrily on the desk.

"Did you find a solution?"

"Waiting from news from my manager."

"I'm going out for dinner, I will come back after for the solution".

When I saw him come back, I went to "work" in the office. I saw him walk like a lost ape around the lobby looking for me until he went to his room.

He probably ended up by having a good time with his wife despite the lack of a functioning fireplace, because day shift told me there was no issues this morning and he was in a good mood.

My sil and I both had kids the same time last year. I am a sahm but I work from home for the local school district central office part-time and plan on going full time once my daughter starts school. Well normally I babysit my niece once or twice a month when the primary babysitter can't.

My sil has court this week to get her older two kids back from their dad after their dad proved she was neglecting them. Well I was supposed to watch the baby while she went tocourt. The primary babysitter called me though to warn me she has dfs at her house all the time now because sil was reported for neglect of the baby due to a bad diaper rash and bruises and sil claimed the babysitter was abusing her child. So, since my sil likes to blame everyone else I have decided to back out of babysitting my niece. I properly care for my child so I know if dfs shows up at my door everything would be unfounded however it could impact my career.

My husband stands by me but his family has been harassing us over the choice. I feel like I need protect my household and worry about my child and career before risking it for someone who has a history of child neglect.

So aita?

This happened a few years ago and still gives me a good laugh when I think about it. I was living in an apartment and we shared a pretty small laundry room. Now sometimes people will remove your clothes if left unattended for too long, but for the most part we all respected each others property. I started doing laundry on Saturday evenings, but upon returning to the dryer I was met with very wet clothes. These machines were known to break but it was happening constantly, so I became suspicious. One day I return to the laundry room and I notice my clothing are in a completely different machine, and my original machine still had 5 minutes left. Prior to this evidence my roommate was telling me that I was crazy because i can be pretty forgetful at times.

Originally I just started going on Sundays to fix the issue, but a few months later i decided to go on Saturday. I walk in and notice this girl who I never saw around the apartments before and shes washing her clothes in the sink. I thought it was weird but ignored it cuz she had a very hippie vibe to her: dreaded hair, armpit hair, her cleaning products were all natural brands I had never heard of. So i say hi, and throw my clothes in for the spin cycle. And this is when it got weird. The girl was about my age, probably 25, and when i returned to throw everything in the dryer she was talking to some guy I'd never seen before either. This guy looked nuts: missing teeth, scraggly hair, clothing was a mess. Their conversation came to a dead stop when I walked in. It was very odd but I was minding my own business. I also had a Quidditch robe on so I thought maybe that was why they were staring lol.

As I get back to my room, I just have this gut feeling that those two were up to something, so i head back downstairs. Our laundry room has a big window facing a bike rack, so I kind of stand off to the side out there and just start watching these people. And she does it, starts looking around the room, opens my dryer and starts frantically replacing my wet clothes with hers. I was ecstatic. I come around the otherside with a big ole shit eating grin and yell, "I CAUGHT YOU RED HANDED MOTHERFUCKER!" She's like a deer in headlights, and she just bolts past me. Now I wasn’t really upset but I wanted to shame her for stealing. It's only $1.25 for a dry and maybe she was down on her luck but just ask for help, I don't like thieves. I grab all her wet clothes, walk outside to the kids jungle gym and just dump her shit in the sand. I was riding that high for days!

I (23f) recently moved to a new place and am getting to know my neighborhood. A week ago I found a small coffee shop with great cake. So yesterday I went for a coffee. I freelance so I set my own hours.

The coffee shop is relatively small, with under 10 tables available. I sat at the most comfortable looking chair in the shop, one of four chairs at the biggest table. I was a little into my drink and cake when a group of 4 middle-aged people asked me if I could move so they could sit together there.

All 4 were on the larger size and I could understand how they would be uncomfortable on other seats in the shop. The one I was sitting in had high back, arm rests and was plush with soft leather. I, however, would also like to sit comfortably. I told them they were free to take the other three chairs and pull an extra one to the table.

They told me they had something to discuss among themselves and would appreciate if I move. Again, I told them I like the chair and I was there first so I would not move.

They grumbled about selfish youngsters, gave me the stink eye, and asked the shop to make their orders to go.

When I told my family about this, my mom told me it was selfish of me to take a table for 4 when I was there by myself. AITA?

Edit: Yes, there were plenty of other tables for four people. One would seat 6, but cramped in a corner. The chairs at other tables are not as comfortable.

This has been irking me for a while. I have 2 uncles that live on the other side of my country, and they mostly communicate with my mother via the phone because they are all old. Uncle 1, we’ll call him Roger, is unwell and a few years ago had to move to an assisted living home. His daughter, we’ll call her Barbara, lives nearby and so does his younger brother, Uncle 2 who we will call Kyle.

Roger has had issues with drugs his whole life, and wasn’t the best parent to Barbara, so she understandingly hasn’t always wanted to be involved with his issues. As such, he gave Kyle his power of attorney and Kyle has been looking after him to the best of his abilities (while also struggling with his own family issues). When Roger moved to the home he sold his house to Kyle for a steal because it was in horrible shape (his druggie friends had been abusing it for years and it needed major work). Kyle spent a lot of money fixing it up and then was lucky enough to sell it while real estate prices were high in their area, so he made a bit of a profit.

Barbara got word that a profit was made and wanted it. She fought Kyle for power of attorney over her dad and then sued him for the profit made on the house, claiming the money would go to Roger if she won. A judge agreed with her that Kyle should have given the profit to Roger, so she won several hundred thousand dollars from Kyle. The renovations he did on the house were not taken into consideration, so Kyle is actually out money, he didn’t just have to pay the profit, he had to pay the difference between the two selling prices. Barbara, of course, didn’t give the money to Roger but used it for herself. Luxury vacations etc, the whole family knew about. Kyle had planned on using the profit to pay for better care for Roger, but she’s left Roger in a crappy home because she didn’t want to waste the money.

Here we are 6 months later and she is having issues with Roger and she still thinks she can make Kyle and my mother help her. No lady, you wanted the money and it comes with the responsibility of taking care of your dad alone now. The nerve of her expecting them all to still shoulder the burden she insisted she had after suing our uncle shocks me. Unfortunately Kyle is a lovely person who will let her walk all over him and doesn’t want his brother to suffer, so she will get away with this. It infuriates me.

**I am NOT OP. The OP of this story is **

Trigger Warnings: Ableism.

, Posted March 5th, 2024

“John” and I are both in our 40s. He was my friend through middle-school and most of high school. We hung out together, played the same sports, did church summer camp, etc. Basically, we grew up together. I also knew and spent time with his sister “Mary”. Mary has cerebral palsy and uses an electric wheelchair.

After graduating, John went to University while I stayed back home to work at my father’s business and go to community college part-time. Mary also went to community college and we ended up hanging out a lot. John and his family liked the idea of me being like a big brother to Mary.

Mary and I grew closer and we began having sex. We weren’t exactly dating, but it was a lot of fun for both of us. Because Mary’s family is very protective of her, we both agreed to keep our relationship a secret.

Eventually her family found out and there was an ugly confrontation with me and them. They accused me of taking advantage of Mary because of my familiarity with her and because she was disabled. Mary insisted she wanted the relationship, but they dismissed her views like they always did. John was especially angry at me, even trying to start a fist fight. My father got involved and things eventually settled down but my friendship with John and his family was over. I ended up leaving the area after I got my Associates degree and moved out of state to live with my mother.

So 2 decades have passed. I have stayed in contact with Mary, but only exchange basic pleasantries with John and his family (they are still connected with my father so it’s just a courtesy relationship). Two weeks ago, Mary came to my city and we met for lunch. It was a company event with her coworkers and vendors, but I still enjoyed seeing her again after so many years. We continued the evening at her hotel room and I ended up spending the night with her.

This Saturday morning, I woke to find a message from John. We’ve barely communicated for the last 20 years, so I was startled to see his name. Apparently he’d gotten around to looking at the pictures Mary had posted from the lunch and saw me sitting next to his sister.

It was like we had teleported back in time to 20 years ago. The same accusations and angry insults got flung at me. He dredged up shit I had forgotten about years ago. He ended his message warning me not to spend time with Mary.

I was outraged by his message. We’re two grown men, not high school kids. How can he say those things about me and his sister? In my anger, I messaged him back saying that not only did I spend time with Mary, but that we slept together again and he should get over himself.

It felt good to retaliate like that, but I immediately had doubts. When I talked with Mary, she wasn’t upset but she made it clear that she would have preferred I just ignore her brother like she does. We’re still keeping our plans to see each other again, but I realize Mary is disappointed by my childish behavior.

Am I The Asshole for my reply to John?

, Posted March 8th, 2024

So after reading the comments, I am NTA for my relationship with Mary, but my response to John was unacceptable. That's fair. I've apologized to Mary and she’s accepted my apology. That doesn't change the fact that I screwed up. For sharing intimate details without first asking Mary, I Am The Asshole. I will never do that again.

As for the fallout of my asshole moment, John sent another nasty message that got even more personal, including telling me some things about our past and my father that were very hurtful. Following the advice of the comments, I replied calmly and then blocked him.

As I mentioned in my post, I will be seeing Mary again. I am spending this spring/summer back home with my father. After his wife passed last year, he decided to wind down his business and sell our old house. I will be going back there for about 3 months to help him with the business, fix a few things at the house, help him pack, and just hang out together. It’s several decades of memories to be put away or donated so we’re taking our time. We’ll BBQ and go to baseball games like we did when I was a kid.

Mary and I are looking forward to seeing each other again this summer. Our weekend together was memorable, despite my later stupidity. There's a fair chance John will come and try to stir shit up, but I'm not stressing over it. Mary means a lot to me. It will be good to have 3 months to enjoy each other’s company before I have to leave again, this time for good. I’m sure Mary and I will stay in touch, maybe even see each other again in the future.

Thanks for the comments and messages. I read them all and Mary did too.

So that’s the update. Cheers.

Reminder - I am not OP

I went to a high school reunion last weekend, and while we were all reliving our glory days, this story came up, one that I had not thought about in decades. The two principles are "Marf" (a nickname based on his last name) and Dickie, who was not only a bully, but a total asshole. Marf gave me permission to use his nickname.

Dickie would wait until Marf put his lunch tray down on the table, sneak up and snatch his food (usually a sandwich or burger) and take a huge bite out of it. Lots of laughter, and usually someone would tell Marf to just tear off a piece with the bite taken out of it, and then he could eat his sandwich. Marf refused, and on more than one occasion would just dump the tray and go to his locker where he kept snacks.

He and his best friend plotted revenge. They tried different ways, and eventually came up with a sandwich over-stuffed with tomato sauce that would explode when a bite was taken out of it. To keep it from leaking, they put a ring of peanut butter around the edges, disguising it as a peanut butter sandwich, and using the peanut butter to seal the edges together.

The day they brought in the special sandwich, it was announced during home room that morning that picture day would be two days later. So they aborted the mission until picture day. It went perfectly. Dickie grabbed the very plump sandwich, and the peanut butter held it together until he squeezed it while taking a big bite. Tomato sauce came flying out, covering Dickie's hair, face ,and the front of the white shirt and clip on tie he was wearing. And ran down onto his pants, shoes, and the floor. When the lunch room monitor rushed over and asked what happened, a bunch of us (I was one of them) told her that Dickie had stolen Marf's lunch and started eating it. Then it came out that Dickie had been taking bites out of Marf's food all year.

Dickie was not allowed to eat in the cafeteria for the rest of the year, and his parents (who were horrified) voluntarily put money into Marf's lunch account. We never did see how Dickie's pictures turned out.

I am not the OOP. The OOP is posting in and

Ongoing as per OOP

3 updates - Long

- 17th May 2024

- 19th May 2024

- 19th May 2024

- 20th May 2024

My (21F) husband (26M) told me that he listens outside the bathroom door the entire time I'm showing to see if I'm masturbating.

How can I tell him that this is a violation of my privacy and personal space without him feeling like I'm disrespecting him?

Like 6 months ago my husband came bursting into the bathroom to catch me using my vibrator in the shower. He threw a hissy fit about it and said that it was "basically cheating" and guilted me into apologizing and promising not to do it again. The next time we went to use my vibrator (during sex as we basically always did) it had stopped working (mysteriously in hindsight).

I often used it in the shower I guess just because that's basically the only time I get to myself. I eventually just turned to using the shower head and one time he pounded on the door during to ask what I was doing. Again, I didn't really think much of it at the time. Tonight I was showering (and not doing anything else) and when I came out and he was being short and pissy with me.

I asked if everything was okay and he says 'So how was your "shower"?' I said fine? Confused... he goes on to say he knows what I was doing in there and I responded by asking what he was talking about, to which he replied that every time I shower he sits outside the bathroom door and listens to see if I'm masturbating. I was so shocked I didn't even know what to say. How can I tell him that this is a violation of my privacy and personal space without him feeling like I'm disrespecting him?

Comments

OOP: Thank you all for your responses. They have been eye opening. I'm feeling a little overwhelmed by how much more severe you're making me realize this is...

Malachite6

Also, a bit that really concerns me is the wider picture - why do you not get any time alone? Not even in the shower?

butwhatifpigshadtoes

For real, this is such an overlooked part of this post!!

DramaticHumor5363

This. OP, what does daily life look like with your husband? You say elsewhere he’s controlling in other ways, this is just the most invasive — what are those ways?

OOP: Well just as I'm reading all these replies I'm realizing all the different ways. What I eat because he thinks everything is bad for you, what I read because the books I read are also "basically cheating", who I hang out with because my friends are all losers dragging me down, that I want to go to the gym because who am i trying to show off for, why am I wearing leggings? Who am I trying to show my ass to, etc, etc, etc.

I feel so fucking stupid right now for taking this long to realize that this isn't okay

UnicornCackle

Hey, OP, you're not stupid - you're just young. You didn't get a chance to be an adult before he swooped in. So, don't blame yourself, okay? The fact that you are now seeing the problem is a good thing as so many people can't admit it for quite some time. Can you move back in with your parents? Or friends? I fear that someone this controlling isn't going to take it well if you tell him you're leaving, so either move out when he's not around or have someone else there with you. Be safe.

Update - 2 days later

TLDR: I confronted him about this being an invasion of my privacy and he did not react well. I am leaving him and moving in with a friend until I'm done school next month, before moving back home.

Thank you so much to all of the amazing people who commented and reached out. I wasn't able to respond to anywhere near all of them but I am so grateful to everyone for opening my eyes to how toxic and unhealthy this situation is.

As I stated in this update, I called my dad and basically just explained that we were having some issues, and just to ease my mind I wanted him to come down and be nearby when I talked to my husband. He did not press for more info and told me that he was on his way. He and my mom live ~6 hours away, so it's not exactly a very ideal ask but he didn't even hesitate, which I am grateful for.

He arrived Friday night and parked outside our condo and we agreed that id call him and immediately hang up if I needed him to come inside, in case my husband got aggressive or angry. I did not expect him to, since he never has before, but some of the comments made me feel like I'd better be safe rather than sorry.

I debated all day Friday about how exactly to approach this situation and how I could trigger this conversation without him shutting down or getting angry. I decided to casually approach the conversation and ask him how he'd feel about me getting another vibrator (to replace the one that mysteriously broke after he 'caught' 'me using it in the shower).

In response he asked "what for?" To which I replied "because it feels good". I knew this would be his response, but it was something along the lines of "what am I not good enough"? As it usually was in the past. I explained to him that it has nothing to do with him not being good enough, and that sex is supposed to be fun and experimental and interesting and that it was just something that would make it better for both of us.

He then suggested that I just wanted it to use on myself, to which I asked if that would be a problem. He told me that I know how he feels about that and so I asked him why he was bothered by the idea of me masturbating. He got very defensive and asked why I would want that when I could have him, so I asked if he ever felt like he'd rather just pleasure himself rather than going through the motions of having sex.

He said no and that he's "not a beta who spends his days stroking when he could be doing anything more productive". I explained to him that that was okay if it was his preference but that sometimes my sexual desires are to pleasure myself versus having sex. That's when his same ridiculous argument came out of that being "basically cheating". Pulling from another Redditor, I explained that cheating involves multiple people, and that it is impossible to be cheating if I am alone.

He told me to "fuck off and go stick the shower head between my legs". I started to get upset and realized that here is when I always back down. I feel the need to apologize and make him feel better, id usually have started something and would end up guilt fucking him because I felt bad, but I didn't.

I told him that he made me feel like he was trying to control me and my body and that I wasn't okay with that. He told me I could "go be a fucking whore somewhere else then" and got up off the couch and ran upstairs. I could hear him slamming my drawers open and acting like he was putting my clothes in a bag. I resisted the urge to run up there after him and just decided to sit there and see what would happen.

Eventually he came back downstairs and apologized and said that he's very uncomfortable with the idea of me masturbating in our home, when I asked him to explain why, he said because it makes him feel unwanted. I told him that this isn't true, and that I do want him, but sometimes I just want that and he said "okay I guess".

I decided to leave it at that for the night, and didn't want to press any further. I told my dad it was okay to go and that I was so sorry for wasting his time and he told me he'd be staying the weekend at a hotel just to be safe.

Eventually we went up to bed and I realized if I left it at that it would just get swept under the rug like it always does. I'd go on putting up with this until it came full-circle again and I was not going to do that to myself.

I decided to ask him about him telling me that he listened to me when I showered. I told him I wanted to talk about it and he told me that he was just joking and that "I'm a fucking moron if I actually thought he was serious". I told him that it was an odd joke, especially considering he was angry and very much not laughing when he told me.

He insisted that he was joking and I told him that i didn't believe him. He then responded by saying he wouldn't do it again. This went in circles for a bit before he finally admitted to deciding to do this after catching me in the shower. Instead of accusing him of anything, I asked him if he thought that was an invasion of my privacy, to which he informed me that we are married and I do not have privacy.

I told him that was an issue and that in order to have a healthy marriage we both needed privacy. He was determined that there is so such thing as privacy in marriage, so I flat out asked him if he wanted me in the bathroom while he was pooping. He said no, I said "right , because you want your privacy". He told me that's different.

Over the course of the next 10 minutes or so, this escalated from a simple conversation into a full blown screaming match, and we got absolutely nowhere in our argument. It was like talking to a brick wall. I was so heated by this point that I don't even remember what was said, but he eventually told me I was: a fucking worthless whore, that i had nothing without him, that my vag was disgusting and made him sick, that I was fat and no one will ever want me (I'm 125 lbs btw), that im lucky someone like him would even look in my direction, etc, etc, etc.

I could barely see my phone through the tears and I called my dad and asked him to come get me.

My husband looked at me and said "you're fucking dad isn't driving 6 hours to come get you you dumb fuck". I started to grab some random things of mine and yelled that he was here staying in town, and he broke down and started sobbing.

He told me that he knows he's controlling, that he has serious issues, and that he's terrified of losing me. He said that he knows he's not good enough for me and that he's so afraid of losing me that he's pushing me away to save himself the inevitable heartache. He said that if he ever lost me he'd k*** himself.

As I watched this grown ass man snotting and crying in a heap on the floor, I kinda realized that I feel nothing for him. Like, nothing. The blinders I've been wearing were removed and I no longer saw the handsome, intelligent, caring, strong man I once did. I saw a pathetic, abusive, controlling, sad, and sick person. I came to the realization in that moment that there's no fixing this, and even if he does change, I would never trust him or see him in the same way again.

My dad knocked on the door and my husband ran and hid in the bathroom. I took my bags and went outside to meet him. He asked me if I wanted to talk about what was going on and I said no. He asked what I needed from him and I asked if we could just go back to his hotel room. He asked if my husband hit me and I said no.

Before we had even gotten to the hotel my husband began texting me. It started with pleading with me to stay and forgive him and turned into insults over the course of the next day or so. He never threatened me physically, but told me if I didn't come home I'd lose him forever, that I'd be losing out on the best man I'd ever have, etc, etc. he told me that his friends laughed at him for being with such an ugly bitch, that his parents hate me because they know I'm not good enough for him, that I couldn't get pregnant because I'm probably a fucking whore banging other guys on the side, that he was embarrassed to be seen with me in public, and so much more.

I'm leaving. And not because Reddit told me to, because I'm genuinely not even remotely interested in staying with him and because I deserve better.

I spoke to a friend from school, and will be staying with her until I'm done school next month. After that, I'm going home to figure some things out and get a fresh start.

I'm currently in bed in a hotel room with my dad and have never felt more loved or safe. He is going to go over to the house tomorrow and retrieve my belongings, after which he is helping me move into my friend's apartment and then heading home.

I don't have much to say at this point other than thank you again to everyone who made me realize how dangerous this situation could have been. I was determined that we were not going to divorce but after Friday night I don't think there's any going back to that. I'm over it. I might update again, I might not. But making that post genuinely might have saved my life. Thank you.

Comments

MrOceanBear

Make sure you turn off the location sharing. If you are on his phone plan get on your own/your parents. Good luck

MissMarionMac

Also: Change all of your passwords to ones you've never used before. If he's listed as your emergency contact anywhere (school, doctor's office, etc), contact them and change that. Put down a friend you trust, and/or your parents. You should talk to a lawyer before you do anything to any shared financial accounts, but any bank accounts etc that are just in your name--lock those down and make sure he can't access them.

BikingAimz

And at the very least, if you do share bank accounts, print out the last year of bank statements, or take screenshots. That way if there is tampering, you already have a paper trail. Your future lawyer will thank you.

Things to consider? - same day

I'm about to go through a divorce with an abusive husband. I'm wondering what are some of the things to consider, how I can get this done quickly and avoid being anywhere near him? I'm planning to move back home at the end of June/early July when I'm done school and it's quite a distance (~6 hours) from where we live now. Will there be any need to travel back and fourth? Thanks in advance for the advice.

Last post from OOP - 1 day later

Text Message from ex -

LMfao. Stopped sharing location cuz your getting fucked at some other guys house

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pantan

How fast did he notice after you turned it off?

OOP: It notifies the other person so pretty much Immediately

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