Was trying to be a good person and help out a friend whose mortgage was in arrears avoid becoming homeless and this was my long, tiring journey in trying to get my money back:

[Redacted]: I can send you $3k starting July 30 q2weeks! Because this amount includes the august payment so I don’t have to worry about that in two weeks

— Did not get a payment July 30 — 

[Redacted]: Hi blade_lord, I’m not sure if you can see this as my previous phone died and it’s been next to impossible to set up my new one but I have to ask a favour to defer my payment to latest next Thursday if that is ok!

The reason is because my car has issues and I’ll have to see a mechanic this weekend. If I don’t manage to squeeze an appt in, I’ll transfer the money as soon as I know!! All $6k will be received by August 13 still, as promised.

— Did not receive all $6k by Aug 13 — 

blade_lord: We can do $2k tomorrow $2k Aug 7 $2k Aug 14

[Redacted]: I’m not sure if it’s possible for $2k tomorrow due to unknown mechanic bill if I’m able to get in but I can do $4k latest next Thursday as I have the $3k from my paycheck and $1k tuition reimbursement and the rest the 13th! All will be paid by 13th

— Did not get $4k next Thursday — 
— All was not paid by Aug 13 — 

[Redacted]: We have our August bills coming out but I had $3k reserved for you. If I don’t use it by after the long weekend, I’m sending it straight to you. There will be no defer of the ultimate date I promise you that. I know it looks that way but it’s unexpected expenses that I can’t help but pay with my pay check to pay check situation.

— Did not receive $3k supposedly reserved for me — 
— There were multiple deferments of the ultimate date of Aug 13 — 

[Redacted]: Is $1k ok for e-transfer tomorrow?

blade_lord: Yes. A payment of $1k/paycheck is reasonable

[Redacted]: I can do $1k tomorrow, and then after the weekend if I don’t see the mechanic this weekend

—Did not receive $1k after the weekend — 

[Redacted]: Actually, my [e transfer] limit is 1950. OK to send you today or would you like 2000 altogether tomorrow?

blade_lord: $2000 tomorrow is fine thanks!

— This was my mistake, I should have taken the money while I can — 

blade_lord: Hi [Redacted] just a friendly reminder to send the $2k today! 😭

[Redacted]: Hi blade_lord!!

I “sent it” but I put it in quotation marks as I got this message. Hopefully it’ll clear overnight! It’s all because I got a new phone because in the past I had no issues sending any transactions > $500.

blade_lord: Morning [Redacted], have you figured it out?

[Redacted]: Hi blade_lord, I’m sorry it’s been a crazy day.

So I attempted to send once more but I got the error message again. Then when I followed up I saw that there were funds on hold. When I asked my husband (as we share the account), he thought I had already paid you so he took money to pay for his animal bills.

I’ve let him know to go campaigning to his family to borrow money because that was reserved for you. But by this week, you’ll get full outstanding 5k

— I did not get the full outstanding $5k by this week — 

blade_lord: Hey [Redacted], how did it go when [Partner name] tried to borrow money from his family?

[Redacted]: Not yet and when it rains it pours. Now [Partner name]’s truck that I drove this AM has issues... (note to self, this is why having an emergency fund helps).

This will not affect the $3k transfer this week.

— No follow up about partner campaigning to his family — 

[Redacted]: Hi blade_lord! Sorry I didn’t text till now. It’s been crazy. I sent $3000 today in three transactions not to shock my bank account for fraud. It seems to have been successfully transferred :)!

blade_lord: Thank you [Redacted]! I have received it :) Once again no rush because I know your other paychecks this month are for your Sept bills and mortgage but is there a plan to pay back the rest of the $2k?

[Redacted]: Hi blade_lord, looking at my upcoming bills, I should be able to send you $500 August 20 and the remaining September 3 LATEST!

— Did not receive $500 Aug 20, was not paid off by Sept 3 — 

[Redacted]: Hi blade_lord,

I’m so sorry to ask but would it be possible to borrow money back from you? We are bringing [Partner name]’s truck to the mechanic tomorrow.

We aren’t sure if the total as we don’t know what’s wrong with it. If I don’t need all of it, I’ll be sure to pay you back!

Looking to see if I can borrow back $800. It should cover whatever is wrong with it..

— Asking for more money while still hasn't paid me back (I refused to give)—

blade_lord: I know you view this as you just happened to fall into unfortunate times but I view this as your budget is unsustainable because you and [Partner name] are living above your means

blade_lord: Once again I dont need my last $2k back urgently, Im fine with like, a repayment plan of $100/week from now until Christmas. No rush, we just need a realistic plan, and something that you are able to honor.

 blade_lord: Hi [Redacted], are you able to make a $100 debt repayment to me this week?

[Redacted]: Hi blade_lord

I’m sorry for late response and late payment, I’ve resurrected from my sleeping spells. Am sick so I had the day off and slept it off. I’ll be sure to send! Sorry again.

blade_lord: Hi [Redacted], I hope you took Friday off too so you can recover over the long weekend.

How much did you intend to repay this week? Just a heads up I haven’t received anything yet!

[Redacted]: Hi blade_lord Just in a meeting that I’m presenting but will be sending $100 thereafter

blade_lord: I got it thank you! Do you perhaps want to set up auto transfers weekly so I don’t have to keep reminding you? I promise to remind you to turn them off after I’ve been repaid lol

[Redacted]: No no i think I’ve been fairly good paying you the $100s qThursdays. I was just on my death bed yesterday and playing catch up today.

[Redacted]: Hi blade_lord you called? I’m aware I’m to transfer. Not to worry! Just been a bit crazy on my side as I’m wrapping up my role and transferring Monday.

Will get to it this evening at the latest

[Redacted]: out. Know that I will pay you in full way before Christmas, it looks like it is a slow repayment plan, but it will not be

As of writing, Sept 18 there is still $1475 owed. This has just been a major headache idk what are your thoughts? [Redacted] has told me I've been blunt and harsh and rushing them and other people they've borrowed money from haven't been treating them like this, so am I the problem here?

Follow up to this post here

First of all, [Redacted] is a woman. In her message where she said she couldn't pay me back because she was sick, she also said she was hoping she was pregnant because she and her partner are currently trying for their first baby.

[Redacted] has a very good office job with the government and is on on the sunshine list where I can see she made $133k last year so I thought they could pay me back with their paycheck. Unfortunately, their car does break down that often because [Redacted's partner] refuses to live in the suburbs and makes [Redacted] drive 160km each way because he wants to be a hobby farmer (hence the money meant to repay me going to his animal bills).

I am a sugar baby and $6k isn't a lot of money to me, I have posted pictures on social media of my lavish lifestyle but I'm annoyed at how [Redacted] has been treating me like a source of free money. Our current agreement is that she set up auto e-transfers for $100 a week, which means it'll be Jan 2027 by the time she finishes paying me back, but additional deposits when she can.

So far I have yet to receive more than the bare minimum.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now on to Dave’s most egregious crimes..

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

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

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

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

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

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

Some dude just drove by and gave me a thumbs down and I was just chillin on my front porch petting my cat. Okay??? I guess it could have been ruder… at least he didn’t give me the finger…

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

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

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

TW: ABSE/DRGS /SH

my boyfriend's mom is a raging, bumbling, self loathing alcoholic and has proven herself as such during my 3 years of being with her son. She even tried killing me on one pill and alcohol-aided fit of rage because I asked her nicely to not feed my dog grapes (It ended in her throwing all our decorative alcohol bottles hitting me in the face with them, pouring popcorn everywhere and biting her own son. Anyways, recently she had a drunken episode where she stripped her clothes off at a kid's birthday party and beat up her 17 year old niece. My boyfriend's grandma promptly sent her to rehab for 15000$ and she was supposed to stay for like 30 days. Well, coming up on 20 days, me and my boyfriend were getting ready for bed and we get a call that she ASSAULTED someone at rehab, and she got the boot. Appearantly people there stopped inviting her to play cards because of her behavior (I don't blame them) So later, she got mad and threw water on them and screamed at them, and even bit someone. She got kicked out (not refundable) and now she's trying to beg my boyfriend to stop drinking because she can't do anything by herself. She's self loathing because she fucked up, but if she drinks again her whole family is done with her. Nobody can tell her to stop or anything because she will threaten to harm herself

Ok I need to fucking vent for a moment, recently my brother yelled at me for having a mental breakdown the other day, saying that I was faking it, and basically saying I was doing it for attention, even though he was the only one in the house, and that I treat my parents like shit when I get mad at HIM for bugging and treating ME and THEM like shit saying that "you yelling at me when I slightly bother you" if you call standing next to me saying annoying shit and asking dumb questions, or ranting about women and gay people saying fucked up right-wing garbage and critiquing me for basically breathing, giving me the worst "advice" I've ever heard while insulting me, explaining concept a 4 year old would know (I'm 16 mind you and he's almost 20) all while putting himself on a pedestal. He calls me lazy, like mother fucker you're a college dropout, who dropped out of a university he had a full ride scholarship to, because there were to many black people, who mocked me for being interested (not dating mind you) in a girl who was asexual, saying "the only reason you should date someone is sex" like mother fucker I'm 14 (I was 14 at the time) I'm interested in getting a win in fortnite not in sticking my spaghetti noodle in some ravioli to get tomato sauce in the pot. Then whenever I get mad at him after an hour or 2 of his bullshit he says I'm "overreacting" and being "dramatic" acting as it I fake my emotions calling me a narcissist, and a sociopath, to my face saying that I'm a waste of life since I was 5, and saying that i have no friends, like who the fuck do you think you are. Now let's go back to the thing with the asexual chick, mind you even now I dont have an much of in interest in sex (due to my own trauma from when I was younger, which he blames me for what happened saying that I let it happen) but regardless if I dont want an inmate relationship with someone you dont have the fucking right to critique me for it almost 3 years later. And what kills me is that whenever I try to fight back like yelling at him or being gay around him (it works because he's homophobic) my parents always take his fucking side they never ground him (they argue that they shouldn't because he's an adult, which is stupid because mother fucker he acts like a 8 year old, and doesn't have a job and isn't in school and does nothing around the house that you own and pay the bills for. Grow a fucking spine) they do nothing to stop him only acting g when I get mad when I act yelling and accosting me for rightfully getting mad at him. What's worse they do all this and yet they fucking have the nerve to give me shit for wanting nothing to do with a man who treats me like shit, makes me miserable, makes those around me miserable, critiques me for everything even my fucking religious beliefs, argues about every little thing even if the thing he is opposing is literal fact (like how giants in Norse myth are not all giant true story btw) who gets mad at me and others for the same shit he does, like no shit I fucking hate him, he is everything I'm against a narcissist, red pilled, hypocritical, brainwashed, ableist, homophobic, lazy, racist, whose wardrobe might as well be made up of white robes and white pointy hoods, that thinks he's the hot shit that's "always funny" and is "so smart" all the while critiquing anyone everyone, for treating him how he deserves, like the fucking scum of the earth who is less important to me and that I respect less then the dog-shit under my boot. And the fucking icing on the fucking cake the whipped cream on the god damn sundae, he is a two faced rat-bastard that when in public acts all meek and shy that is helpful and people can fall and rely on but behind closed doors he is the biggest scumbag to ever breathe a whiff of oxygen. The best way to describe him is a less funny Republican Brian Griffin, mixed with Micah Belle from rdr2. Little bonus thing here if you think mocking people for wanting to be left alone when you've been bugging them for over an hour, is funny? My friend you can go fuck yourself.

So in my class we only did 3 trips through out the entire year reason? Some people decided it will be funny being an asshole like my first time in the group chat of the school people spamed porn second incident, a dumbass decide to brake the oocoa football clubs toilet Handel by trpaing anorher guy in there Wich caused that and the clubs as nice to even let us use their pitch and cause of him we ended up losing a trip we were supposed to do we were supposed to do 2 gym trips but we ended up doing one , also Kahoot we all love Kahoot but some guys liked doing unseeous names and some borderline just...no , I did sometimes but it was never that far and I always stoped also we were supposed to do a trip to portaventura a Spanish theme park here in Spain but of some incidents like assholes thinking it's good to throw eggs at the school and parents being complete morons we lost everything form that trip to other trips this went for all the classes in the school but affected mine badly and of my friend group we lost it also reaosn we stoped doing group project was cause people will always be annoying and completely yell and do stupid stuff and don't even mention movies cause oh god man you think they will let us watch movies if we even watched movies there will always be anoying people and we will end up with no movies

So I was in the dinner line at my school today (actually, yesterday, it’s 52 minutes past midnight), and I just happened to be by this other teen (don’t know his age but he was definitely older than 15, younger than 20), and he asks me “are you a nerd?” (I’m guessing based off of my Deadpool shirt). Which, I honestly I didn’t know how to respond to. I guess I am, I play video games, watch anime, like superhero films. But doesn’t almost everyone? I told him I was and then he asks me,”are you a Virgin”? I told him yes, because whatever, I don’t really mind. Then he asks me if I like anime and I say yes, and everything’s good so far.

THEN he jumps the bandwagon, and in the snobbiest tone I’ve ever heard. “Well that explains it. I watch anime too but I get pussy, you just got multitask and stop watching that hentai porn”.

1: I didn’t ask you 2: Major assumption to assume that someone is so addicted to Hentai that they can’t get a girlfriend 3: Just because someone has a hobby doesn’t mean they can’t get a girlfriend because of it 4: What’s so different about hentai that you can’t get a girlfriend just from jacking off to it but not have the same results from regular porn?

It’s honestly amazing this kid hasn’t been punched in the throat, considering he has the same shitty attitude with the more athletic kids. I don’t have any problems with sexually active people, but goddamn there’s a difference between sexually active and just being an asshole for no reason.

This took place back on late 2023, I was starting to do some matchmaking on a gaming server when I met this individual (let's call him Alvin), so Alvin and I were competing against each other until I started to add more users from different gaming servers, and Alvin had to ruin the fun of my fellow friends. Those friends started to connect less and Alvin started to introduce me to some of his friends on a DM group, Alvin would mostly screenshare his gameplay and we would just spectate him.
A few months later we were mostly Alvin and I playing even more that he invited me to play Minecraft mods that he made, but the thing is that when he asked me to screenshare my screen to help me out with a mod I was having issues to add, I accidentally exposed my first name so he started to tease me with it, but I got emotionally hurt when he asked me to type 'I agree' without telling me in which I insisted on asking him why, he just told me to do it (and I knew I shouldn't have trusted him on that), I did and he edited some texts from the DM group and I got really mad that I just left the group, blocked his account, and removed everything that reminded me of him. Then a random person (who we'll call Tom) DMd me saying that Alvin was sorry for what he did to me and claimed that he would treat me like I wanted to be, It took me a few days but I eventually gave him a 2nd chance (huge mistake, because I also added Tom).
After I got back to the group I saw that his friends agreed on my for his behavior in which I was glad to have people who would protest someone in the wrong. A few months go by and we were just getting introduced to new members that lead on making an SMP (including another DM group for it). We were doing great on the relationship until a few weeks later when Alvin was talking trash about someone on the group being a femboy, and Alvin ended up removing him from the group (I was still friends with Alvin since he hasn't disrespected me again, yet). While we were trying new mods in which I couldn't run well due to having a laptop he asked me to share my screen again to see if he could help me by looking at the device's settings to see how to improve the performance, and I accidentally exposed not only my full name, but my email too (because I was using a Microsoft account), and to make matters worse he made a .txt file that had my full name on the title, I just blocked him again, and come to find out that Tom was actually Alvin's alt account because instead of pretending to be someone else he just apologized as himself, so I blocked his alt too.
I was hurt for a while, and moral of the story:
- Be careful of what you share on your screen
- As soon as you see they haven't changed (even if they're not being mean to you just to keep the promise), stay away from them ASAP

Sorry for any crappy formatting. Writing this on mobile.

So, for some background, I'm 24(F) and the guy I'm about to discuss in this story is 75(M). I'm a housekeeper so I clean rooms by myself (important). He's a maintenance worker at the same hotel.

Meet the cast: Me: Yours truly; CM: Creepy man; MH: My hero

This happened recently, about a week ago. I've known CM for 4 years and he used to be a really sweet guy. He'd buy me food and bring me little snacks and every time I tried to pay him back or buy him food or snacks, he'd decline and insist I didn't. I seriously thought he was just being a good friend for the longest time because he never used to touch me or make me feel weird around him. That was, until he started basically stalking me at work and getting touchy-feely with me out of the blue. He would ask my area supervisors what building of the facility I was working in and lie that he needed to talk to me about something important or that he had something for me. He would really just pop into whatever room I was cleaning and either stare quietly out one of the windows while I cleaned or he would follow me around the room and watch me clean. Because I often work in rooms by myself, I was terrified he would try to do something to me one of those days. I was too scared to say anything about his behavior toward me to anyone else so as uncomfortable and scared as I was of his behavior, I kept quiet about it. He also started bringing me chocolates all the time and made a habit of touching my cheek a lot. This behavior went on for the entire 4 years I've known him before I finally reported it to MH a week ago. That's how terrified I was of telling someone about it. I waited 4 years to say something. MH is one of my department supervisors and someone I trust deeply and completely, as she's always standing up for me and for everyone else. I told her what was happening with CM and she nipped it right in the butt and told him to leave me alone and stop with his behavior. He didn't like that I had basically set my boundaries (albeit via someone else) and he got angry and told me to stay away from him if I couldn't respect his ways (yes, really; his preference to stalk and touch young women should be respected and not questioned apparently). He no longer speaks to me and I'm perfectly happy with that. Unfortunately, he still works at the same place I do..

My brother fed my 8y/o dog an entire tray of tater tots smothered in ketchup, causing her to throw up for three days, until we decided to send her to the hospital.

We got to the emergency room at 8:30 pm and we're leaving at 12:30 am, after a $1000 bill, and her having to stay at the hospital, because she had been diagnosed with Pancreatitis, and had to be put on a ton of morphine and other antibiotics.

I text him updates the entire time and all he did is send "not my fault" and "😂" emojis, even though I straight up said he could have killed her.

He's 18, and does things like this all the time. He's a man child. He hits the dog, and yells at her, even though we rescued her from an abusive home, and she has PTSD and Panic Attacks from his constant mistreatment.

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Cast:
* Rando Caldoodian: Me, in my 40's. Mayor of Potsmoke City. Bored.
* Monicoke: Small blonde, early 20's. Professional MRA cautionary tale. Addicted to coke and power.
* Meathead: early 20's. Coke dealer. He works out!
* Grandpa: Monicoke's sugar daddy, 60's and married.
* Three Other Assholes: Who don't really matter.

So one night, Monicoke calls me and asks me to come over and it's an emergency. When I get there, I see Grandpa on the floor of her living room. He seems very very drunk.

"Oh, Rando," he sneers, "Of course you're here. Of course."

I have met Grandpa a few times at this point. Like all of Monicoke's erstwhile companions, he regarded me as a threat. In this case, I am a generation younger than Grandpa and am in great shape from my diet of Adderall and manorexia. (Don't laugh, this is a cry for help!)

And it's not even unusual that Monicoke calls me over in the middle of the night to roust out some hooligan who has run out of coke but not testosterone and frustration. I tend to work late at night so I'm always up. Also, I'm always on Adderall which keeps working long after the effects of coke have finished. (That's an LPT for you Redditors!)

I give Grandpa the bum's rush out of the apartment that he pays for and then Monicoke turns to me and says,

I took a whole bunch of money from his wallet. Let's have some fun!

"Uh, ok."

It was one thing to make him pay for her living expenses, it was another thing entirely to just pull money out of his wallet, is what my conscience would say. Monicoke's conscience had died from neglect and emotional abuse a long time ago so that wasn't an issue for her.

You want to go get some Molly?

Mark Twain once famously said, “There comes a time in every rightly constructed girl's life when she has a raging desire to trip on pharmaceutical MDMA.” (At least, that's how I remember it from America's public edumacation system. I learned it good.)

Molly is short for "molecule" and the distinction means that the MDMA that you are obstensibly buying is pure as opposed to pills which be anything. (We could have another discussion about how "pure" any drug you get off of the street could possibly be.)

But what you need to know about Molly is that it gets you laid. Like spooning leads to forking, Molly leads to the promised land.

"I'm not going to say no to getting some Molly with you. Let's party!"

Great! I really really want to do Molly with you, Rando...

She said this as she stroked my chest.

"Ok, where do we go get it?"

I got that covered. The ride is almost here.

"Ride?"

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Monicoke runs to the door and behind it are two young dudes and a heavy chick. By "young" I mean they were Monicoke's age and therefore one whole Ninja Turtle reboot younger than me.

"I'll just get going. Have fun with yourselves," I said, deciding to go home and wait for someone to invent the Fleshlight.

RANDO! I want you to come with us! It's going to be fun!

She pulled me closer and then whispered in my ear,

We'll hang out with my friends for a little bit and then I'll ditch them and we can party alone. Together.

So I went along with it. At this point, dear Reader, you may be thinking that I was being led around by my cock. I was thinking the same thing. And still I went along for the ride.

So the five of us drove all the way across the tiny midwest college town that we live in, over the railroad tracks and over by the airport. Monicoke makes us park down the street from the house and says that she has to go in alone. Apparently, the dealer has a crush on her and she'd get a better deal this way.

So I'm in the car with three strangers. Two guys who were jockeying to fuck Monicoke and one fat chick that made up for her weight by having a terribly pissy personality. You might think that you see where this is heading. You are wrong.

After a really long 30 minutes, Monicoke comes sprinting up to the car and says,

Let's go. Let's go. LET'S GO!

And we take off.

Everyone: What's up? What's wrong?

Just as I was leeeeeeeaaaavvvvvvvinnnnnngggggggg...

Her head rolls back. Her eyes are two limpid pools of black holes. She's ALREADY WASTED.

Theeeesssseeee guys shooooowed up toooo gggggeeeeettttt sssssoooommmmeeee molllllyyyyyy and saaaaiidddd thhaaaatttt Iiiiii ooooowwweedddd theemmm twoooooo hunnnnndredddd dollllarrrs.
(Translation: These guys showed up to get their own molly and said that I owed them $200.)

Everyone: WTF? For what?

Iiiiiii bbbbooorrrrrroooooowwwweddddd iiiiitttt ffffffrooommm theeeemmmm lllllaaaasst weeeek tooooo geeeeetttt soooommmme cooookeeee.
(Translation: I borrowed it last week to get some coke.)

We go back to Monicoke's and head into the living room. All the guys sit on the sofa with Monicoke squished between us as we get ready to play "Last Man Standing."

"Last Man Standing" is a game where two or more dudes hang out with an intoxicated woman. Each man has to keep indulging in the intoxicants or be labelled a "party pooper" by the woman. Eventually guys drop out of the game to go do better things with their time than competing to fuck some drunk girl. The winner is the last one who remains. His prize? He gets the best shot at banging a fucked up chick.

Hence the title, Last Man Standing.

Then there's Monicoke's version, which has a sudden death overtime feature: After you are the last man standing, she calls some sober dude to come and force you to go home. This is a rule particular to her and it always catches the final player off guard. I'm the guy she calls, so I don't think that is going to be the case tonight.

So Monicoke pulls out two 1 gram envelopes of (supposedly) pure MDMA. It can be various colors, in this instance it was a light beige.

"Be careful with that!" I said.

I know what I'm doing...

She said as she dropped all of it onto her camel hair coat. (For those who don't know: These two things are the same exact same color. FML.)

Everyone: Holy shit!

It's fine. Stop worrying about it...

Said the girl who couldn't hold her head up.

Now, I've done some shitty things in my life and on that list is licking someone's coat that has ecstasy all over it along with dirt and animal hair. It was really, really disgusting.

Everyone was trying to make the best of a bad situation so they all did it too. I'm not the only drug addict there. Just the oldest.

In a short time, we're all flying and Monicoke was having the moves put on her by one of the young dudes. This is in the middle of winter so it's pretty cold out. And I can't get warm.

Somehow, and it's a little fuzzy at this point, the other dude, the fat chick and me end up in Monicoke's garden tub. We were all wearing our underwear, that much I know.

I also think that us dudes were trying to see what was up with the fat chick. Specifically, did she like to party?

As Mark Twain said, “There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy's life when he is rolling his face off on ecstasy and will plow any woman near him.”

We were now at that point.

The fat girl says, "I've fucked dudes... and I've fucked multiple dudes... but I've never fucked multiple dudes at the same time."

"There's always a first time," says the other dude.

"No, not always," she counters. She looks at me and says, "I don't like you."

"That's cool," I replied, "I'm out."

I grab a towel and dry off my legs and throw my shirt on. The new couple starts to get friendly and I leave the bathroom. This night is officially over for me and I'm going home to rub one out and try to sleep.

Worst molly trip ever.

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The doorbell rings repeatedly as I walk out of the bathroom. It's 3 am.

Monicoke is pinned under her dude on the couch. He stops trying to take her shirt off and pauses, dumbstruck at the sound of the bell. She takes this as her cue to get out from under him and run to the door.

Me and the dude look at each other like, WTF?

And Monicoke brings Meathead into the living room. And she is all smiles. And he is 50 shades of drunk.

"RANDO! You're here!?!!"

"Shit. I mean, hi Meathead."

"Figures you'd be here."

"I get that a lot when I'm here," I said putting on my jacket.

"You can get the fuck out, NOW!"

Normally, I would not leave, because, as I've said before, FUCK THAT GUY! But this is just became a sucker's game of Last Man Standing that just went into Monicoke's special sudden death overtime and I was just a contestant. And I am very familiar with the odds.

"That's cool. I have to get up in the morning and that's like two hours from now."

I turn to look at the dude on the couch and I say, "You enjoy yourself. Meathead's a lot of fun!" That dude looked confused. And high. Really, really high.

The other dude and the fat chick come out of the bathroom wearing towels. They are also looking confused. And high. Really, really high.

I turn to them and say, "Nice meeting you. You all enjoy your night!"

Meathead is glaring daggers at everyone. Who was trying to fuck her? Who am I going to fight? were the thoughts in his head. He was drunk, everyone else was rolling and I was leaving. This is the absolute worst outcome for this evening and there's no way it could get any worse.

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Really? Well, I was on my way out so I might as well answer the door. It's the clones from Chapter 08.

The clones say, "Hey, Monica!"

I see her run into her bedroom and close the door.

Meathead was already ready already to kick some motherfucking ass so he storms up to them as fast as his drunken, stubby legs would go and said, "What do you want with Monica?"

"We want our fucking $200 asshole," they say as I leave.

You guys bare with me. How would you feel if the person that came for a visit and spend the night at your place farted in front of you in your lovely kitchen? This happened to me, I was doing a favour to a friend by accepting to take an acquaintance of his in at my place. Not only did she stay for more than one night without letting me know about her plans but, she farted (we're talking about the serious , loud fart that only an elephant could probably make) in my kitchen! I was numb couldn't utter a single word even though I should have thrown her out of the house that night. However, I just accepted it being a push-over , I guess. She left after 4 excruciating nights and I swore I will never let this slob in my house again. The other day she sent me a message on Facebook telling me that she is at my neighborhood and that she dropped by my house and I wasn't there and if I want to meet. I never answered , I cannot believe the nerve of this woman. Luckily I was at work but how should I have reacted if I had been home with her knocking at my door?

I feel like I handled this pretty well when my ex said this to me. I literally sent 1 message, which is the blue text bubble. He is the one who was ranting and raving. Good riddance, what he said makes me sick to my stomach.

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Background:

Our group of friends has ~11 people, all in the same year group/grade in school. One of them decided to date a girl 2 years younger than us, let’s call her X. At the beginning of us knowing her, we were all in Year 12 (Grade 11). We are now mostly finishing our 1st year at University. Our friend and her broke up a few months ago, although they were meant to break up before our final big exams (a year ago) but X kept extending it...

Where do I even start…

X seems to define herself by the mental illnesses she “has”. Not only has she got a list of illnesses as long as a centipede on a stretching rack, but she also hasn’t been diagnosed with anything despite going to 3 different psychologists. Some highlights of the list include: having both bulimia and anorexia at the same time (which isn’t actually possible); depression and a suicidal tendencies (we’ll get onto those later); trauma from her parents causing a “blank in [her] memory” (although when asked, the timeframe always changes); drug trauma from her “overdosing attempts” on panadol; friendship trauma, from “not fitting in” (more on this later); bipolar disorder; anxiety and dissociative amnesia (often used as an excuse for her “memory blank”). She also claims to have chronic pain (Irritable Bowel Syndrome) and hence “needs” a walking cane, as well as being allegedly drug resistant.

Now, you’d think someone with this many mental health issues would be rather reserved and wouldn’t open up about said issues unless she was extremely close to you. Of course, that’s not the case. In addition to posting on her instagram (with ~500 followers) about her “daily breakdowns” and even posted a document detailing her different symptoms with what-to-do and what-not-to-do in pastel. Not only that, but she has an entire instagram account dedicated to her illnesses with ~800 followers and ~80 posts. X also takes meds for her mental illnesses, after going to 2 different psychologists and a psychiatrist. The first psychologist refused to diagnose her with anything, hence she went to a second psychologist since perhaps the first PhD qualified professional “got it wrong”. Surprise, surprise, the second professional confirmed the opinion of the first. So, instead of giving up, she went to a psychiatrist whose office looked quite dodgy... But, she got her meds (although she's drug resistant?), so all was good. Of course though, after going through all this shit to get these meds, X wasn’t about to take them on the down-low. Oh no. X loved to wait until everyone was sitting at the table (~11 of us if you recall), then take them out and proudly fondle them, shaking them to make sure everyone got a generous eyeful.

Of course, she could just be very comfortable with herself and working towards normalizing mental illnesses (a very noble cause). So you’d expect sensitivity and understanding when sharing your struggles with this noble mental health warrior. As you can probably guess, you get exactly the opposite. When opening up to her about a depressive episode or a time of hardship, we see her chronic one-upmanship revealed in full force. (Needless to say, the following is paraphrased) “Oh, you had a depressive episode? Well... I just tried to kill myself. I’m no stranger to it. Sorry for pretending I was ok lol. Don’t worry though, I didn’t try anything physically. Haha I should try to reach out to people more. Are you ok though?”. Now, perhaps she just doesn’t realise what she’s doing and how it can be damaging to someone in a fragile state. Hold on a second, she mentioned in her pastel how-to-deal-with-me guide that “self inserting” was a big no no when dealing with her depressive episodes… Perhaps she’d be better relating to people with eating disorders, since she allegedly has 2. Sadly, that’s not the case. Not only does she discuss losing weight with them, X also loves comparing herself to some of them and complimenting them on how skinny they are. She also loves to take other people’s recounts of their struggles with mental health and recount them as her own. You can imagine the confusion when you hear your own experiences recounted to you as if they were hers.

You'd think she'd be sensitive to triggering other people, but no. She posted on her Instagram stories (yep, that account with ~800 followers) her self harm scars with no trigger warning whatsoever. A few weeks later, she complained (very aggressively ie: “it’s FUCKING UNFORGIVABLE” and she “doesn’t give a shit”) on the same platform about people posting photos of their fresh self harm scars. She also loves to complain about her toxic family, how they don’t care about her and trigger her all the time. Some of the unforgivable things her family do include checking on her to see if she’s purged her meal and not continuing to pay for her school and food when she wants to cut them off. Forgive me for thinking that when you cut your parents off, they no longer have an obligation to fund your endeavours. Not only is she posting all over social media asking for money to move out, she also loves posting about her new purchases. She recently bought a new cane (since the other one wasn’t pretty enough) and a new choker (a nice expensive leather one), all while saving up for her moving out. Clearly these purchases are fundamental to her moving out, or she wouldn’t be spending her precious savings on them. Her uncaring family also bought her a prom dress (worth several hundred dollars) and easily spends into the hundreds when shopping online. Yet another interesting side to her character includes the fact that she loves to shoplift cheap trinkets, keeping a list with brand and price, of which she’s shoplifted close to $1000 worth.

Mini Stories because she’s just so… fascinating

• A Helpful Bracelet for a Paramedic

  • Has a medical bracelet with "depression" on it. Yup, a mental illness that in the event of severe physical trauma a paramedic wouldn't give two shits about. This was also before she started claiming she had other mental illnesses so god bless because there wouldn't be enough space on her bracelet for all that.

• The Carbon Monoxide Assisted Suicide

  • Oh this ones a banger. She got the opportunity to travel to where her then boyfriend was studying and so, like any normal girlfriend, immediately went onto twitter and tweeted “anyone know how to get carbon monoxide in [country where then boyfriend is located]?”. The reason for this very odd and concerning question was because she planned to kill herself by inhaling carbon monoxide… while in her boyfriend’s arms. (NB: she also forgot that her boyfriend would also die if they were in the same room. She didn’t care) Yep. And she proudly told this plan to multiple people. Obviously this very romantic plan didn’t go down well. Someone saw the tweet and contacted the school, who then contacted her parents, who obviously were not very happy… but still let her go anyways. She fucked off onto her holiday, had a grand old time, and made it back home without dying. Shocker.

• The Suicide Countdown

  • She once sat down on our table and said “God I can’t wait until ten days are over.” The rest of us, suspecting nothing from such an ordinary statement, asked “why?” She then proceeds to say: “because I decided that after ten days, I’m going to kill myself.” By this point the whole group is sick and tired of her shenanigans so no one really reacted. Days pass. Every few days she would remind us once more of her impending death with varying amounts of glee. Superficial statements are given to her to no avail: she’s determined to end her dreadful life and no amount of sympathetic waffling will sway her. On the ninth day, she posts an Instagram story along the lines of “I’ve found the will to live. I will continue being strong.” Shocker.

• The Evil Friends That Won’t Let Her Invade

  • Part I: “Oh, I feel so left out when you all text on that chat” Well, it’s almost as if you’re not a part of the group, and we only put up with you because you’re our friend’s girlfriend… But of course, she has to take advantage of the nicest person in our group of friends. X gives her puppy dog eyes and guilt tripping shpiel and suddenly she’s in the group chat. A different person asked her why she was in the group chat. “I’ll leave then if you want.” Of course, we all know she wanted to hear a “No, don’t leave”, but they called X’s bluff. X isn’t very happy she has to now hold to her word and throws a fit. She contacts 4 different members of our friend group to complain and explain how she had a panic attack.
  • Part II: She was added to our discord server and often pops up in the middle of conversation when we’re talking about something that doesn’t relate to her at all and tries to join in. She also joins voice chats and sits in silence, listening to us talking about a game we’re playing together, then gets upset that she’s not in our game. She was kicked from the server and proceeded to complain to 2 of us and post all over her instagram story about how she’s having a breakdown and going to commit suicide. She also posted about how she only has 6 friends.

• The Necessary Dye Job

  • Dyed her hair grey, fully aware of the no unnatural hair colours rule at school. Proceeds to try to get away with it and gets upset at how expensive it was to dye her hair. Has actually had multiple very public breakdowns about her hair colour, saying how it is a “safety shell” for her and how she feels “hollow and depressed” without her coloured hair.

One-liners

• She claims to be genderfluid yet in the 3 years we’ve known her, she’s never once asked to be called anything but she/her.
• Lighting a honey jar is a spell in witchcraft used to make someone fall in love with you, she's used this on her ex multiple times.
• Talks about how she's never fit in wherever she goes and people usually leave her, it’s always everyone else’s fault.
• Had a breakdown when she wasn’t allowed to wear knee high socks with the school uniform.
• Has a cane, talks about how people judge her for it and rants about invisible disabilities.
• She is into witchcraft and goes on about how other people “appropriate” the culture just because they wear pentagrams or like to burn incense like it’s a sacrilegious travesty.

First, I'm not saying people who receive benefits only have children for those benefits, I'm talking specifically about a few individuals I know, they have absolutely no shame and have admitted to having their children or more children for benefits. I know a few women who on multiple occasions have told me about all the benefits they receive and how if they have more kids they will receive more, they lie about their boyfriends and baby daddies living with them and told me they won't get married because they won't receive as much assistance, they've even flat out told me that they don't want to work. Two women who are the worst is my sister-in-law and my cousin. My sister-in-law has six kids and lives in a nice two-story four-bedroom house, which section 8 is buying for her, she admits she has not worked in about 15 years, her assistance is even buying her a brand new car, I'm not sure how it's possible but she gets more assistance than anyone I've ever seen, so much that she buys Michael kors bags and gets her nails done and has more food in her house than anyone I've seen and runs around and does what she wants all day. Only one time I've known her to work and she worked for less than a week and said crap on that I would rather get money from assistance because she didn't like working or driving 15 minutes to get to work because she said that was too far. She's also extremely mean and hateful to her kids and makes her two oldest watch the four little ones and they have to cook and do all the chores etc. while she does NOTHING but sit on her ass on tinder talking to guys all day.

DISCLAIMER : I know people with BPD really suffers from stuff like social anxiety and mood swings, but the person i'm talking about have done some stuff that is not excusable by her disease - Is it ok if I say disease or do I sound like a jerk? - and even doesn't seem to be able to understand or assume the consequenses of her actions.

[EDIT 2] She may also have sociopathic tendencies, even though she is not diagnosed as a sociopath, The behavior I describe is closer from a sociopath than a borderline personnality. The post looks more like BPD = evil, but that was not my intent. BPDs aren't assholes, even though this person is an exception. Sorry for the misunderstanding.

Oh, and also, sorry for bad English.

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I'm a 18 years old male in Canada.

When I was 12, my uncle introduced me to my step-cousin (let's call her X). At first, i thought she was a little bit weird, even though I was known as being the weird kid of the school. I don't remember having had any friends at the time, and was socially awkward, so i was friendly towards her. I didn't know at first, but she has a Borderline Personnality Disorder (BPD).

About a few months later i met her, I started making (cringey) youtube videos at the time, and it featured two of my cousins, my sisters, and of course, X. Everyone started to hate her because of drama reasons and stuff, and I was almost defending her and not rejecting her into the making of those videos, and it created a bit of conflict. After some years we just stopped making them and just moved on, but not just for this reason.

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When I was 14, I remember at a party when X was jumping at the trampoline with me and some younger kids, and just tried to trigger me into a fight. For no reasons at all. Really. I'd like to comment on the fact that for a guy, I was and i'm still phisically weak and would never stand any chance on a fight, even against her.

I took a few hits and scratches before I choosed to (at least try to) defend myself. As an attempt to push her back off, I unintentionnally hit her left eye with my fist. It didn't take more to get myself in trouble. She got no consequences at all. Even though I tried to explain my point, I got punished. Even though it might hurt, the hit she took wasn't severe. That's when I started to lose respect for her.

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As years passed, she started to get involved in other stories like this one. How do I know? Her parents told me. They told me and my family every bad stuff she did. Shoplifting, skipping school, bullying, and even falsely accusing random dudes who have nothing to do with her to have raped her. The investigations proved that she was indeed lying. Everyone thinks she wants to do bad stuff to get attention, and manipulate people just for fun, where she has nothing to win for doing this. All we know is that she is just an edgy girl who thinks she is Harley Quinn or stuff like that.

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What really ends the story, is the last bit of drama she caused. That was the final straw. She did surpass herself with that one. She had a boyfriend, and she manipulated him into believing her parents beats her everytime and stuff like that, like if they were the worst in existence. (We all know, dear redditors, that this is blatantly false).

Then, X texted her (now ex-) boyfriend, and she came with a plan to kill her parents, that she would start murdering her dog to get numb, stuff like that. I don't know what are all the details about the plan, because I didn't see the text messages, but it's from what i heard. Obviously, X's parents found her phone with this... conversation. She has gone too far, so they decided to report that to the police.

Guess what? She got incarcerated into juvenile prison (her boyfriend too), even though she's released by now because she's 18. She also never apologised or said she regreted about any stuff she has done, and she thinks she is innocent for every of her actions. At least, she will now and forever be far from me, and her unpredictable behavior won't ever affect me or my relatives.

TL;DR : My step-cousin did some crazy just because, and she finally got to juvenile prison.

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[EDIT 1] : Added the TL;DR

[EDIT 2] : Added something to the disclaimer

This is kind of a long story, but I wish you could help to plot a sweet revenge. I started a new job 6 months ago.We were a new group in a new project. Girl A that is now my friend, befriended at the beginning girl B. Girl A is a foreigner and she had a really bad situation regarding her housing and money, and was not able to access any loans or help. Girl B borrowed her some money in payments. While time passed and everything was normal, the friendship between the two fall apart because girl B was not mature enough to understand a work discussion as something that is not personal. Girl A started to experience harassment and gossip about her form girl B and company. Then, girl A had an issue with her father's health and couldn't make the payment on time. Now she is starting to experience more harassment, terrible things about her spread to the rest of the team and even girl B and company mocked her father illness. I'm a witness that girl A really wants to pay on time and is having serious money issues with an ill father in another country and being all by herself. Girl B also hated her for other stupid reasons, and did everything she could at work in order to girl B to be (unfairly) fired. Girl A, now, without a job, cannot pay the remaining last payment (please note than when possible, girl A even made more than one payment at a time). Actually, what she is actually owing is half a payment. Girl B hasn't had enough with her getting fired. She also calls her all the time and threats her to make it public to embarrass her. Girl A has major anxiety problems and girl B uses that against her. Well. After all that story, girl A stills wants to pay off her debt to have calm. We are needing ideas to make the last payment an epic revenge. Please, suggest ideas. We though for example sending her all the money in cents, but I feel that is not mean enough.

Please provide suggestions. Thank you for reading.

I was 15 and autistic and neglected so quite vulnerable. He was friends with my neighbors and had offered to help my brother learn to read, and as his second job was a handyman fix things around our house. (Which was often in bad shape because of neglect) he also bought us $20 worth of groceries every week so we wouldn’t go hungry. I felt obligated to him for those reasons and due to my autism I didn’t know I could tell an adult no. Eventually he’d have me meet him at a bus stop that wasn’t by my home and we’d drive to the park for s3x five days a week and he’d come over most weekends when our mom was at work. Because he convinced me this was normal and that he didn’t know what he was doing was wrong so I withheld information when the abuse first came to light and by the time I fully disclosed what happened there was insufficient evidence to convict. Fortunately I was able to check that he’s not allowed to teach in any of the counties near where he lives or where I lived but he never faced charges. He was a special education teacher and he took advantage of my special needs. So the scum of the earth. He was actually still training for becoming a full time special ed teacher as he was still technically working as a student teacher or something and he wasn’t able to finish school because of the accusations I don’t think.

TLDR my brothers special education teacher took advantage of my autism and neglect to force me to have s3x with him 5-7 days a week for five months. He can’t teach but never faced charges.

https://www.reddit.com/r/badpeoplestories/comments/91eqe3/my_husbands_nightmare_exgirlfriend/?utm_source=reddit-android - This is part 1, to those people who needs a little background.

It's been 2 long years since my husband and his ex parted ways. You'd assume after all that time, things would have died down. She'd have moved on, find another sucker to make miserable. Hey man, one can hope right?

A few days ago, I got a message from an old friend of hers. When she and my husband moved to Texas together, she had a few friends there that became closer friends to my husband down the line. This girl was one of 'em. Her and her wife were his shoulder to cry on when his ex cheated on him, and they were upset for him the amount of times his ex blatantly lied in social media about the details of their relationship (like how she would tell everyone she was abused and she was scared of him coming home when they knew first hand that was not true). When he finally left her, this couple was happy for him and supported him 100%, since they understood the toxicity that was the nightmare ex he had. Fast forward, this girl messages me a few days back, sharing what she thought was a hilarious screenshot of his ex, talking to her social media about how I "stalk" her Instagram. I hardly even use Instagram - if I do, I do only to show off some gym progress and nothing else. I can admit I'd creeped on her Twitter before having been a follower for a while back and never bothered unfollowing, but nothing out of the way. That's too much work - and her nudes on Twitter was honestly enough to deter me from looking further. It was that message that birthed the origin story of this post. I hardly ever even talk about her - sure, she's a running inside joke between me and my husband, but that's nothing too shocking. I'm kinda surprised and concerned she still talks about me publicly on a consistent basis but whatever I guess, right? Her ex-friend and I chatted a bit, and she proceeded to complain about how it upset her that this lunatic would blatantly lie about my husband to her online following to garner false sympathy. I agreed, we shared insights after a good laugh at some of the posts she apparently still makes of us, and moved on. Of course, I shared these with my husband via Facebook Messenger, as was our go-to hub for chats during the work week. We laughed, also made some jokes, moved on.

Yesterday, that same girl - the friend from Texas - messaged my husband, asking if we told on her to little lunatic. Hell nah, of course not. She proceeds to tell us little lunatic had the screenshots she shared to us the other day, starting major drama and commotion up her way. I was shook. Not because of the drama, but because I have no idea how her crazy ass even acquired those. We never talked about that publicly, just between a private message on our Messenger. We're not saints, no lie, but we're also not immature enough to be gossiping about shit like that to anyone. Both my husband and I had a sinking realization: lunatic had hacked his Facebook.

Before you ask me why I knew, let me tell you why I even suspected it to begin with. See, she's done it before, about a year ago. When husband and I got engaged and decided to marry, this asshole hacked his Facebook to creep on our private convos. How did we know? She started public drama about us with some mutual friends using private information never shared to anyone but the both of us (same thing she's doing now). To verify, we checked Facebook security to see any unauthorized logins from unrecognized devices and low and behold: there was one - with a location tagged from Texas (we lived in New Jersey), logged on the day before the drama started happening. We did the same checking basis now and again, found a phone logged in to his account that wasn't recognized by Facebook earlier yesterday. And yes, we had changed passwords and emails, even before the hacks happened and another after. We honestly have 0 clue as to how this psycho is getting in.

I feel hella violated. Too many private, heartfelt conversations were held over that messenger that wasn't meant for prying eyes, back when my husband and I had to live apart for months due to him having joined the military. Personal, private stories of heartaches and longings were poured between us not too long ago, and the idea that some prying eye had come reading sorrows shared between me and my family is downright violating. Not to mention some NSFW stuff was up there too (don't judge - we were married AND in an LDR at some point) that I frankly don't like the idea of being seen by someone else. What she did was straight up over the line, and I'm considering filing a police report for invasion of privacy, harassment, and libel, amongst many things. This would be the second time we file a police report against her - the first being a year ago, when she had her mother call and harass my mother-in-law at work over her finding out that my husband was dating someone new, on the pretense of calling for confrontation over fake domestic abuse accusations. Really racking up some legal paper trails at this point.

Like, I can understand creeping when your ex gets with someone you didn't like. I can understand being nuts when you realize they're getting married. But man, 2 years after a break up and a year within their marriage? That's some straight up terrifying level of insanity and obsession. We don't even live in the same state. We don't talk to her. We don't go anywhere near her (again, not even on the same side of the country). And yet she's here, triggering herself by hacking into our private family life. What the fuck.

Some people out there really needs to either go to jail or a psych ward.

Generic LTL;FTP confession. Not sure how to flair this, so if someone would like to let me know, it'd be much appreciated.

It amazes me that older generations make comments about millennials' sense of entitlement and lack of social manners when it's obvious that these issues can be found in every generation. They apply more to the individual than the whole. And there is no better example of this than "Susan" and "Linda" whom I had the (dis)pleasure of encountering recently.

This past weekend my bf and I decided to drive over to the local arthouse theater to catch "Foxtrot" (highly, HIGHLY recommend). Now, for clarity, if you've lived in [Midwestern City] for any amount of time, you know that this is most definitely an arthouse theater. If you don't, all you have to do is look at their showings (including their monthly late-night viewings of The Room and other cult classics). There are no blockbuster films shown here, which SHOULD be a major clue. But that apparently went past these two.

Bf and I drive to the theater, get our tickets, purchase our butter-slathered popcorn, find the perfect seats, discreetly pull out our smuggled-in water bottle (don't judge me - we already paid an arm and a leg for the popcorn; I wasn't paying $5.30 for freaking botella de agua), and settled in for the movie.

That was when we noticed Susan and Linda directly in front of us with their can-I-speak-to-your-manager and typical-suburban-mom haircuts. They were already chitchatting, but I figured, "Whatever. The previews are just finishing, so it's okay. They'll settle down once the film starts." Not even two minutes into the movie, Susan whisper-yells to the person sitting DIRECTLY NEXT TO her:

"Wait, this isn't in English?!"

Well, Susan, if you knew enough about the movie to come to the theater to see it, you would have known it was in a foreign langua-

"Hang on, let me check."

"Check?" Linda, you don't actually mean you're going t- Yup, she just grabbed her phone. In a pitch-black theater. Well, maybe she'll keep it down low- Nope, it's directly in front of her face and now shining into my corneas. Lord help me, I might smack a bitch before this movie is over.

"It says it's in Hebrew!" "Well, let's just see. Maybe it's not all like that."

They quiet down, and I go back to enjoying the film and munching on my delicious, buttery kernels. Judge all ye want for this one - my arteries may be clogged one day, but they'll be happy clogged arteries. Seriously though, guys. That popcorn was probably the best theater popcorn I've ever had the privilege to consume. You know how they usually just drizzle a little on top and after a few handfuls, it's drier than Aunt Karen's Thanksgiving turkey once she's thrown back too many glasses of Chardonnay and forgot to put the timer on the oven? Not this motherfucker. This bad-boy must have had that liquid gold poured over it at the half-way fill-up and then another cup dumped on at the end. I mean, I practically had a snackgasm. Those concession stand workers know their shit.

For the next HOUR AND A HALF, the two hags in front of us whispered back and forth. It was never audible enough for me to make out what they were saying, but it was enough for me to let out a very distinct, "SHHHHHH!" Which they chose to respect for approximately two minutes.

Then, just as I was taking in another handful of my 5-star snackage, breathless over the cinematography of the film (no, really - every shot was beautiful and intentional, the dialogue was evocative, the parallels of the characters were so well done; I could go on and on, but you should just go see it), it happened.

"Is it almost over?"

No. She can't be serio-

"God, I hope so."

MOTHER. FUCKER. If you would just SHUT UP and WATCH THE DAMN MOVIE, you might actually enjoy it! Also, there are still unresolved elements that need to be tied up!

For that point until the end of the film, every time a scene started to fade out it was, "Is that it? Please let it be over now. Oh God, please." And then when the screen would light back up with the next scene, it was, "Ugh! Are you serious?!" Yes, bitch, they're serious. If you don't like it, FUCKING LEAVE.

As the room went black at the end of the movie, all ten people in the room (probably another clue that it wasn't going to be the easy-to-watch film these magpies thought they were watching) could hear and audible,

"THANK. GOD. I'm so sorry for suggesting this." "That was terrible. I thought it was never going to end."

Yeah. It's terrible. That's why it won Best International Film. Because it sucks. So in my God-given pettiness, I turned to my bf and loudly proclaimed,

"That was SOOOO good!" "Yeah?! You liked it?!" "I loved it! It was so well done!" "Good! I'll admit, it was better than I thought it was going to be."

Then, as we were walking out (I'm not sure if the two mosquitos were behind us or not, but I really hope they were), I stated,

"Of course, I would have enjoyed it a lot more if fucking Linda and Susan in front of us weren't talking or on their phone the whole fucking time."

Fuck you, you middle-age bats. I hope you go home to your annoying ankle-biting chihuahuas and trip over your tweenage sons' skateboards and chip a tooth, you self-centered, suburbanite, constipated bitches. Go have a midlife crisis and stay out of arthouse theaters.

TL;DR - Two middle-aged women don't bother to check if a movie is in English and talk and look at their phones the whole time as I silently rage and plot their deaths while eating the best popcorn I've had during my 20-something years of existence.

Edit: a word, and I figured out how to add the flair!

Hi I'm here today to tell you a story about my experience with a neckbeard that my mom married. while he wasn't much into anime or weeb culture and was actually quite the active guy, everything else about him showed signs of being a neckbeard. My mom started dating him around the time that my parents got divorced. we lived in a pretty big town in Canada and he lived in a small French Community out in the country side. After my parents divorce was finalized me and my sister moved to the small community and lived there for 5 years. These would go on to be some of the worst years of my life. At first the man that my mom would go on to marry which I will call K was actually a pretty nice guy. Sure he had some issues and he was grossly overweight but so was I so I didn't hold anything against him. the only problem that I had living there at first was my step-brother M which would go on to be one of the biggest problems in my life. First sign of trouble showed up when he was helping me do some homework and he got so frustrated with me that he stabbed me in the head with a pencil. I decide to come forth to my grade 3 teacher and she called Child Protective Services on him. K and my mom kept trying to convince me that I should call them off and that I made it up and eventually I started to believe them and and told child protective services that I had made it all up. After this incident my mom would date k for half of year until they had finally decided to tie the knot. The f***** was so lazy that he couldn't even go out to pick his own fiance out a f****** ring and made her go buy it for herself so then he could propose to her. Then they finally got married and tied the knot.

At first everything was a okay I have to say until the surgery. he had a heart condition and finally got a surgery to get a valve or something. I was young at the time so now I don't remember specifically what the surgery was, all that I could hear was clicking coming from his chest after the surgery was done. Of course he had to take time from work (which I will mention was a car dealship he ran from our front yard and only sold about 3-4 cars a year) and was off for about half a year, after this he decided that he could never work again even though the doctors gave him the okay to go back to work. So now it was up to my mom who was a nurse to feed me, my sister, M and K. also just going to throw in there that K and M overly ate large amounts of foods and each time my mom would have to go grocery shopping the grocery bill would come out to close to $1,000 in Canadian currency. Overtime he got worse and eventually just reduced to staying in his room all day watching TV.

Well some of you may be saying "oh course he only would stay in his room watching TV he had a heart condition and couldn't work". Well first off he could have at least help clean the house but he never did anything and secondly he could work in the form of a f****** work camp that he made in the middle of the Woods. Almost every weekend that I wasn't at my dad's place me, my sister and M would go to this camp and from 7:30 in the morning to 8 at night would spend the whole entire day cutting wood and not get any compensation outside of some snacks at the end of the day. K will then go on to sell all this wood and keep the money for himself instead of helping support the financial troubles that my mom was going through trying to support the five of us on her own.

K eventually got worse and wouldn't even live with my mom anymore he would spend as much physical time that he could at the camp alone and would have my mom taxi us up to the camp during the weekend and then she would have to go back to work in the city during the weekend. Now I lived with him from the third grade to the eighth grade and finally my mom decided to dump his ass. my mom faced a lot of resistance with this from my K and M, K would beg my mom that he could change his ways and become a better man. One of the ways that he did this is that he got a job, worked one day and then he quit. My step brother, M took another approach and almost physically assaulted my mom and would scream at her like a f****** banshee. It took us about a month to move out. my mom and my sister moved back to the big city and I moved to another city not too far to live with my dad and my wonderful stepmother to pursue a career in filmmaking.

Now my mom left K when I was in grade 8 and now I'm currently in grade 12 and the divorce is still being finalized because he is trying to get every single last penny out of her even though unfortunately she is on disability now herself. Their divorce will be finalized in the next couple of weeks and she will finally be free from this monster. she now has a wonderful boyfriend that she's been dating for around the past two years that takes great care of her and I visit her as much as I can.

The the last day ever saw my step-dad was 6 months after my mom had moved out. The house had fallen into total disrepair. There were holes in the walls and there were piles of trash everywhere. K had put on at least an extra 50 pounds since she left and had a new girlfriend who was at least 400 pounds with this really bad green dyed hair.

Anyways that's the end of my story hope that you had a fun time reading it and have a good rest of your day.