u/mineabird

I'm 47 and I have a son who is 20. Two years ago, I helped him buy his first car. He handled around one third of the total sum and I paid the remaining amount after we agreed that he would repay me over time. I didn't pressure him because he's in college and has only a part time job yet.

Month ago I asked my wife about the $10k we had saved for emergencies. After much hesitation she finally confessed that around four months ago she had handled it to our son to invest in cryptocurrencies without my knowledge or approval. He lost everything, despite his assurances that he would pay it back fast.

I didn’t lose my temper and acted calm. I sat down with my son and asked him to explain honestly what had happened. He claimed he believed he could quickly turn a profit, repay us and even earn more. He lost everything. They both remained silent, which made me feel deceived by my own family. I took a word from my wife and son that no one takes money without acknowledging others and they will tell me everything from now on, no matter how harsh the reality is.

After few days my son suggested selling his car. He said he’d pay back his share, still not in full and that he also owes a friend $1000, which he wants to finally pay back. So I put it on sale.

The car was sold two weeks ago. My wife was against it until the very end. After the sale, she said I was too greedy with own kid and that I’d taken away the only decent thing my he had. Her parents are upset with me as well, claiming that I punished my son rather than helping to get back on feet.

Son is upset, but he doesn’t say I forced him. He said he understands why it turned out this way.

Still now the whole family looks at me like I'm a monster, even relatives on my side. I feel bad because he is young and made a mistake. But I can't give him $10k and let lose it as it is nothing just because we are family. That's money we really need to be in quick access just in case and I work hard to earn them.

AITA?

This happened about two years ago at a grocery store chain that I will call Ocean Mart. I had just gotten off my actual job, which is IT support, so I was wearing a light blue polo and khakis. I stopped in to grab some pasta and sauce on the way home because I had zero energy to cook anything real.

I am standing in aisle 7 staring at the marinara options when I feel a cart slam into my hip. Not a gentle bump. A full on "I am trying to get your attention" cart check. I turn around and there is a woman in her fifties glaring at me like I just keyed her car.

"Where is the shrimp?" she snaps.

I blink. "Sorry, I don't know."

"You don't know?" she repeats, voice rising. "You work here!"

"I don't actually," I say, pointing at my shirt which has my actual company logo on the chest. "I just stopped in after work."

She looks at my shirt, then back at my face. "You are wearing the uniform."

"Ocean Mart employees wear dark blue," I say. "This is light blue. And it says TechFlow on it."

She waves her hand at me. "Same thing. Now where is the shrimp? The frozen kind. Not the fresh."

At this point a real employee in a dark blue vest walks by. I try to flag him down but the woman steps in front of me.

"Don't bother him, he looks busy. You help me."

"I really don't work here," I say again.

"Then why are you stocking shelves?" she yells.

I look down. I am holding a jar of marinara in one hand and a box of penne in the other. That is it. I am not stocking anything. I am just a tired man who wants pasta.

"I am shopping," I say slowly. "Like you."

"I want to speak to your manager," she says. "You are the rudest employee I have ever met."

An assistant manager must have heard the commotion because he walks up and asks what is going on. The woman immediately points at me and says I refused to help her and I am lying about not working there.

The manager looks at me, looks at my shirt, and says "Ma'am, he doesn't work here."

"Then why is he wearing the uniform?" she demands.

The manager pauses. "He isn't."

She stares at him. Then at me. Then she grabs her cart, mutters something about terrible service, and rolls away toward the frozen section without another word. No apology. Nothing.

The manager and I just stand there for a second. He says "Sorry about that" and I say "Not your fault." I bought my pasta and left.

I never did find out if she found the shrimp.

I got a Tiktok on my page from a person I used to work with and it brought so many memories.

I used to work with this lady at the Young Men's Chr... And she smelled terrible. When she first started working at this place she took the communal microwave and fridge and put it in her office because she didn't want to walk a couple feet from her office. The drama this caused was insane, everyone was so mad because her office was locked if she wasn't present and she would always show up late.

She was always gossiping and trying to fit in with the summer camp counselors. Even going as far as to gossip about our homophobic/gay boss (Yes, he was indeed both) because she was doing a terrible job and received a lot of complaints from angry parents. She would always ignore their emails so the front desk staff would regularly get yelled at by parents.

Whenever she entered a room she would leave behind a funky smell. One time she brought her really smelly cat into the building and even that poor animal stunk. Last I heard she got fired not for being terrible at her job but for harassing the security who started dating one of the front desk ladies.

Edit:

A couple people thought it was unnecessary that I said she was obese. The truth is she's actually morbidly obese and I was actually being nicer. The reason why I brought that up was because she couldn't move properly or take care of her hygiene due to her size. Having mobility issues when your job deals with being active with kids is not a good look.

Edit#2:

This is not fake. My nostrils wish it was. Please stop projecting your insecurities on this person. She's a shitty human being who tried to get an old lady fired because she wasn't able to bend all the way down to complete CPR training which why the hell would a person handling gym memberships have to do that at all. (Also she couldn't bend all the way down either)

She also got another person who spent their own money to supply toys, games and supplies for the children fired. Stating she wasn't making good use of her time. Also threatened my boyfriend with firing us both if anybody found out that these parents came in to berate her because a summer counselor called their son gay. She literally laughed in the parents faces when they were telling her about it.

This happened yesterday after work. I stopped at the pharmacy inside my grocery store to pick up my own prescription and grab a few things for dinner. I was wearing black trousers and a blue fleece from my actual job, which is not even close to the pharmacy uniform. I also had a shopping basket with pasta, deodorant, and a sad little premade salad in it, so I feel like my “customer” status should have been pretty obvious.

While I was standing near the vitamin aisle waiting for the pharmacy line to go down, this older guy walked up and asked, “Can you check if my prescription is ready?” I said, “Oh, I don’t work here.” He stared at me like I had answered in another language and said, “You’re standing back here.” I was not behind the counter. I was near a shelf of fish oil capsules. I told him again that I was just waiting, and he snapped, “Well you could at least ask someone.” I said he could get in line and ask the actual staff, and he huffed like I had personally delayed his medication.

A few minutes later, I got to the counter and gave the pharmacist my name. The same guy was now behind me in line, watching everything. When the pharmacist handed me my bag, he loudly said, “So she can help herself but not anyone else?” The pharmacist looked confused, I looked tired, and I said, “I’m picking up my own prescription. Because, again, I do not work here.” The pharmacist actually laughed a little and said, “Sir, she’s a patient.” He mumbled something about “everyone looking like employees these days” and then complained that the line was too slow.

The best part was when he finally got to the counter and gave his name. His prescription wasn’t ready because his doctor hadn’t sent it in yet. So he had spent ten minutes being annoyed at a random woman in the vitamin aisle for not checking on a prescription that didn’t even exist in their system. I paid for my salad and left before he could somehow blame me for that too.

I am not The OOP, OOP is u/ThatOneCloneTrooper

For months I was confused why I kept finding long hairs in my house. Then I saw my neighbour coming out of my house.

Originally posted to r/creepyencounters

Thanks to u/queenlegolas for suggesting this BoRU

TRIGGER WARNING: >!Stalking, invasion of privacy, breaking and entry!<

MOOD SPOILER: >!Extremely creepy!<

Original Post  May 6, 2026

I'm a man in my 20s that lives alone on the very top floor of an apartment block. I've had short hair for the last 10 years of my life. The longest hair on my head is maybe an inch long if that even. However, across my house I kept finding long hairs on the floor. Like, long brunette hairs, at least 5-6 inches. Sometimes longer. And they would be everywhere. Bathroom floor, in the shower, in my cupboard, in my kitchen, on old clothes, living room floor and sofas etc etc.

I've been single since November and clean often enough that I'm certain it's not my ex-girlfriends' hairs. Plus the colour doesn't match anyway, she had solid black hair, these are more a light brunette. Plus, finding them in the places like the shower? Where running water is hitting all the sides 5+ times a week?

Anyway, I waved it off as "well I work with a lot of people and use the gym and bus sometimes so naturally hairs are going to stick to my clothes"...

Well. One day (this past April) I finished my early am gym session and got the call that I didn't have to go work that day, so naturally I start to walk home all happy that I have the day to myself. I'm on the 5th floor (the upper most floor) of the building and the apartment is in such a way that there is only 1 apartment per floor. I start to hustle up the stairs and don't use the elevator since I'm sweaty from the gym anyway.

JUST as I whip a right to go up the last set of stairs from the 4th floor to the 5th floor I see my neighbour's (on the 3rd floor) daughter coming down the stairs. We lock eye-contact. We've never spoken before, mostly because we've never had a reason to but also because out of respect I didn't want to make her uncomfortable since she's 19-21ish and I'm slightly older. The most interaction we've had is that I've spoken to her mother and father before when bumping into each other on the stairs.

I gave a confused "hello?" - at this point I'm thinking that she maybe went to knock on my door to ask for something? A cup of sugar maybe I don't know? I was expecting her to reply with something like "oh hi, do you have any xyz"...

Nope. She gave a silent "hey" and brushed right past me. And only then when the smell of my own shampoo hit me did I notice her hair was wet. Like. Fresh out the shower a minute ago wet.

Now I'm not saying she showered in my house. Or that I have a stalker that's been living in my house while I've been at work. She very easily could have just been there to ask for something. And most generic brand shampoos smell the same.

But don't the pieces all fit a bit too well? Her hair colour matches the hairs I would find around my apartment. And like I said before, they were EVERYWHERE. In my bed to in my sock draws.

And if it is a case of me having a stalker? How did she know I came home early enough to bolt out the shower in time? Our apartment doesn't have cameras, its an older building from before 2000. And why would she be stalking me? For how long has she been doing this? We've never dated, never had a proper conversation, I maybe saw her 20 times in the past 2 years given that I work and she (presumably) studies or works too.

As all these thoughts are buzzing through my head and I'm standing outside my door for a solid 2 minutes grappling with what just happened. I go to turn the key to my door and it opens without me having to unlock it. And I know for a fact I always double lock my door. It's the type with a lock near waist level and a 2nd more secure lock with a different key around shoulder level.

I drop my bag, throw off my shoes and run to the shower. And yep. It's wet. I hadn't showered since yesterday morning.

I'm a confrontational person, not that I go looking for fights but I'll definitely pursue an answer if something is bugging me. So back down the stairs to the 3rd floor I went, knocked on the door of my apparent stalker and her family. She opens the door but with the chain still on. I see half of her face from behind the door.

"Yes?" - "Umm can I help? Were you at my door or inside? I don't want to make this a police thing now but you came down the stairs and I know you were inside?" - "I just had to get something, it won't happen again.. ok bye see you"

Door closed.

This happened last month, I've been cleaning my house every weekend closely now and got the locks changed and put a motion sensor camera above my door. It only films and triggers on the steps coming up to my door so the 4th apartment still have their privacy.

So far so good, I don't think she's been inside since. But looking back, I think she'd been living in or going in or whatever in to my apartment since January because that's my earliest memory of finding hairs. She never took anything of value like my laptop or the few watches I have. Seemingly she just showered and ate some of my food and laid in my bed?

I do now also always take the elevator and avoid the 3rd floor like the plague.

EDIT: I'm not really worried about my safety because 1. I'm 200lb and do a lot of fighting training and 2. The new camera has never gone off once since installed other than myself triggering it when I'm home. Finally 3. I told the old retired husband and wife on the 4th floor that I suspected a robber was trying to break into my apartment last month (I didn't want to start spreading rumours and gossip) and asked them to keep an ear out when I'm at work. I feel fine and safe. Just creeped out. Like my personal space had been violated.

EDIT 2: Someone DMed me to check my coats and bags for airtags as to how maybe she knew I was coming home early that day. I don't have a lot of stuff so I think I would have 100% found it by now given how often I clean but I'll defo do another sweep of my stuff.

Update  May 12, 2026

(Re-upload - Mod said first post broke rule 6 so I've taken a bunch of details out)

Hi all, update following my last post a week back about me catching neighbour coming out of my apartment having used my shower.

My cousin’s husband is a police officer so I went to him directly about filing a report. He came over to my apartment first as I gave him a visual break down of what happened on the stairs and changes odd things I’d noticed in my apartment since January. Primarily just hairs everywhere and missing food. And how my door was unlocked that day. Though I did a thorough clean following the event on the stairs my police friend was able to still find some hairs and so he bagged those up.

I gave him my statement in detail and some dates best I could, when I remember finding the first hair; when I first noticed food going missing etc.

Also he advised me not to talk to the family not even with a friend to avoid any confusion or get lawyers involved or muddy the waters with accusations.

With all that done he left and came back 2-3 days later. He and his partner went to talk to the family on Sunday because they knew both parents would likely be home then. Long story short she confessed to everything immediately and broke down into tears and apologised once my police friend brought up how 5 months of entering someone’s house even with keys is still very much an offence and she could easily end up with a sentence of some should I pursue it. And that that sentence could very easily involve the inside of a jail cell irregardless of if she stole something or not. (I don’t know how true this is, it might have just been my friend and his partner pressing and exaggerating for a confession but it worked).

They talked for an hour with the parents and her all in the same room to get answers from her. Then the same day he came up to mine with his partner and they gave me the breakdown.

Answers to commonly asked questions below:

⁃ how did she get in/have her own keys? The locks on our doors are the type that use a code on the lock barrel that only the manufacturer or partnered/approved locksmiths have access to. She knew this because her parents got the locks changed when they first moved in. And in fact she used the same locksmith from all the way back then.

The locksmith presumably remembered the family and apartment but just didn’t pay attention to it being the 5th floor this time instead of her own 3rd floor. So he came over and took the barrel out, saw the code, went and made a set of keys and done. I was none the wiser. Both my locks on my door are different brands but presumably they operate in the same way so having 2 locks made no difference.

⁃ what was she doing in my apartment? Anyone who said she just needed space, you were right. She has 2 younger step-siblings and her mother is a tutor (not a teacher as I presumed previously, she tutors at home) so at any given point there’s always some kids around the house. She would say to her parents she was going out to study or work or a girl friends house and use my house as a hotel while she studied or relaxed. The reason she used mine was partly because she knew it would be empty but also because my schedule was predictable. As I work an average 9-5 like everyone else but leave the house at 6-6:30 to get gym done too that essentially gave her the house from 6 to 5.

⁃ How long? My guess was right. It started in January, once she figured I’d broken up with my gf at the time around November. My gf would stay at mine when I went to work and back sometimes so yea that would have been an interesting situation if they had crossed paths.

⁃ So then how did she knew I was coming home early that day? And that I wasn’t going to work straight after gym like usual and so she bolted out the shower? Or on the days I didn’t go gym how did she know not to come in? Two fold. Firstly I go to a commercial gym in my country and so they have an app. Irregardless of if you’re a member or not, one of the things the app lets you see is how many people are in each branch so you can see how full it is. All you have to do is download it and scan the QR code at the entrance by the turnstiles to add it to the “my gyms” tab. It literally shows you like “Branch No. 21 (Address) - 9/50 - 18% full”, she would refresh the app in the morning and if it went up by 1 around 6-6:30am and she heard me go downstairs or use the elevator (not hard when it’s 6am and the apartment is otherwise silent) then she would know the house is empty.

Now for the creepiest most messed up bit of it all. She had put an AirTag on my car. She insisted that she had only put it recently and initially just presumably gambled that I wouldn’t be home sooner than expected (or maybe she just put an ear to the door), but then one thing lead to another and yea. (I don’t know how much I believe this, again this could be an attempt to not look so guilty)

That day when we clashed she refreshed the app and saw I left the gym, but then my car didn’t move, she connected the dots and tried to leave asap. When she heard me coming up the stairs she didn’t have time to lock up and so we met on the stairs with my door remaining closed but not locked. (Extra detail, the AirTag was stuck to under my car).

⁃ The using my shower? She claims she didn’t do it always just on hot days or days she couldn’t at home. I can’t deny or confirm this, like I said previously being a gym goer id shower 5+ times a week so.

⁃ How did her parents never notice? Well the dad leaves early for work, 5am ish since his bus route starts around 6. The mom is up around 6-7. But since she’s preparing for her own students for the day + her own kids to send to school she wasn’t too bothered what her eldest 20 year old daughter was doing really. She’d just say “I’m going to the college library” or “I’m going to my girlfriend’s” and that was good enough.

⁃ Did she have a thing for me like a crush? My police friend didn’t really say anything about this presumably he never asked since it’s not as important as other details or it never came back. It makes little difference.

⁃ How’s my standings with the family right now? The mum and dad both apologised to me. The mum via text and the dad in person at my door, he offered to pay for the camera I installed as his daughter was the direct cause of it but it was cheap off of amazon so I said no it’s fine. We had a 10-15 minute conversation and he was very apologetic and explained his daughter had always been extremely quiet and well behaved so something like this would never have crossed his mind in a million years.

He added that his daughter’s never had a boyfriend (at least that he knows of) and only has a few friends so her social interaction skills aren’t necessarily top notch and that even when guests would come she’d hide away in the spare room. So to the few people who predicted that maybe Covid and lockdown lead to her not having good social interaction skills. You were half right. He again offered me money for my troubles like missing food, new locks and cleaning etc but I felt bad enough already I declined.

He did also ask if I would press charges and I again said no. More on that below. He said he will send his daughter to apologise to me in person too when the situation has calmed down as she’s apparently very very tense and upset and hasn’t left her room in days.

⁃ Am I going to press charges? No. I’m still not happy about the situation ESPECIALLY the f**ing AirTag on my car, but the family is apologetic as well as the culprit herself and honestly no one is going to gain anything from this. I would like an apology though. (For anyone that cares about the extra detail, she got the AirTag as a gift a while back from her parents because she kept losing her stuff)

⁃ Have I seen her since? No, she won’t apparently leave her room and is terrified that I’ll press charges, though presumably her family’s told her I said I won’t.

⁃ How do I currently feel? Well I was never especially worried or nervous just really really creeped out about the whole situation. It felt like I’d been a parasite host and somehow never noticed until then. I currently still feel a little angry and a small part of me is thinking to seek “revenge” but any “revenge” I seek like money or slander is truthfully going to impact the parents more than her.

- Do I feel bad for her? Truthfully? No. She’s not 10. She’s 20 or something and educated so yea you should be remorseful, feel guilty and scared. Get over that hump and we’ll talk. Plus there’s loads of spaces for young adults like public libraries and her college spaces. By no means was my house the only viable option.

⁃ Finally. Did she use my bed? Or wear my clothes? Believe it or not. Yes. She did.

⁃ Any advice I can give? Check your wifi devices. If I had checked that I would have noticed her phone and laptop all the way back when. Obviously my wifi modem is in my house and so she helped herself to that. Again it’s one of those things. How often does one check their wifi devices. Truthfully, with all my family visiting me and their devices I probably wouldn’t have noticed 1 extra phone amongst the existing 10+ but I 100% WOULD have noticed the 1 extra laptop. So let that be a lesson to all. And yes I have removed her devices from the list and changed my password.

THIS IS A REPOST SUB - I AM NOT THE OOP

DO NOT CONTACT THE OOP's OR COMMENT ON LINKED POSTS, REMEMBER - RULE 7

So I had what may have been the most biologically hazardous ride of my career tonight.

I was stuck in one of those nightmare traffic clusterfucks where you’re moving 8 feet every presidential administration. A ride pops up taking me OUT of the area. Terrible fare. Absolute garbage. But I’m already trapped in traffic declining garbage fares anyway, so I figure I might as well get paid $6.42 to escape.

The plan works beautifully. I break free from traffic like Andy Dufresne crawling out of the sewer pipe. Immediately a much better ride pops up. Nice neighborhood. Fancy outdoor shopping mall destination. Strong “this person owns candles that cost $87” energy. Possible tipper. Life is good.

I pull up and the passenger is already waiting outside. Massive bonus points. She gets in, I start driving, and within 3 seconds I smell an aggressive amount of vanilla perfume. Like enough perfume to tranquilize a horse. But still manageable.

Then it happened.

The perfume parted like Moses splitting the Red Sea and revealed the single most horrifying smell I have ever encountered in my life.

Human shit.

Not a hint of it. Not “maybe someone stepped in something.” No. This was industrial strength. This was medieval battlefield level. This was “something has gone critically wrong in the lower intestine” territory.
I gagged instantly and cracked my window.

Huge mistake.

All that did was create some kind of aerodynamic fecal vortex that swirled directly around my head like I was being haunted by the Ghost of Taco Bell Past.

I closed the window immediately and realized I now had two options:

1. Breathe through my nose and die

2. Mouth breath for 15 straight minutes.

So there I am, speeding toward this outdoor mall while breathing like a Labrador retriever in July.

The whole time I’m fighting for my life wondering:
“Do I kick her out?”
“Can smells stain?”
“Is this what mustard gas felt like?”

I finally peel into the shopping center entrance at NASCAR speeds. She gets out. No apology. No explanation. Nothing. Just exits the vehicle and disappears into the night like a biological weapon deployed behind enemy lines.

But wait. We’re only at halftime.

I immediately 1-star and unmatch, then roll down all four windows while driving away. It does NOTHING. The smell has fused itself to my vehicle at a molecular level. I’m still mouth breathing.

I call my wife in full panic mode.

Me: “The car has been compromised.”
Her: “How bad?”
Me: “I think I need an exorcist.”

We decide no more rides tonight. Straight to the car wash.
And not just any car wash. I drove 35 minutes back toward home because if I was going to fight this demon, I wanted familiar territory.

I vacuumed every inch of carpet. Sprayed the vegan leather seats with glass cleaner. Scrubbed the mats like I was removing evidence from a crime scene.

Eventually I couldn’t smell it anymore, but at this point I’m pretty sure my nose had simply accepted death. So I pull up at home for the final inspection.

My wife leans into the car like a CSI investigator.

“Was she sitting HERE?” she asks.
“Yes.”

She recoils immediately.

“Nope. Still there.”

I swear to God my soul left my body.

At this point I take a shower because I’m convinced the smell has attached itself to my hair follicles. Meanwhile my wife is furiously Googling solutions like we’re dealing with radioactive contamination. We settle on pet stain remover. Like the industrial shit you use when your dog commits war crimes on the carpet.

Round one: better, but still lingering.

Round two: SUCCESS.

The beast had finally been defeated.

Anyway, before anyone says “submit a cleaning fee,” trust me, I thought about it. But there was no visible mess. Just invisible chemical warfare permanently embedded into the seat fibers.

Maybe I should’ve ended the ride at mile one. I honestly don’t know.

P.S. She didn’t tip.

Location: Missouri

I genuinely don’t know what to do anymore and I need outside perspective because this situation has escalated way beyond normal drama. I dont know what legal actions I can take about this situation.

About 6 months ago I became really close friends with a guy from work. We are NOT dating and never have been. We hang out constantly and I stay at his house a lot. He lives with one of his brothers, and his family originally welcomed me in. His younger siblings adore me, his mom treats me like family whenever she visits, and I genuinely thought I had a good relationship with everyone.

The problem is his older sister (27F).

At first she seemed incredibly sweet. We hung out multiple times, I invited her to my birthday party, she invited me to one of hers, and I genuinely thought we got along. I even brought alcohol and left extra wine for her as a gift after one of the parties. I had absolutely no idea she disliked me.

Then out of nowhere she started spreading rumors at work saying I was sleeping with multiple coworkers, sleeping with guys in drive-thru, and sleeping around in general. It got so bad that random guys at work started trying to hook up with me because of the things she was saying. Multiple coworkers have come to me privately to tell me the rumors she’s spreading.

Apparently she’s also made group chats with family members calling me a whore, a bitch, and saying I don’t belong at her brother’s house. She keeps telling people I’m trying to “replace her role as a sister” and that I “can’t be family because I’m not related.”

She has also:

- lied saying I’m spreading rumors about HER when I genuinely do not talk about her at work

- allegedly faked messages claiming I was sending people to harass her, but refuses to show proof and says she deleted everything

- had her 17-year-old friend scream at me at work and follow me outside while I was trying to calm down

- threatened to slash my tires and beat me up

- tried convincing her brothers to drag me out of the house

- repeatedly complained about me over headset at work for no reason

- shown up at the house after previously threatening me and after her brother told her she wasn’t welcome there anymore

The thing that scared me the most happened recently at work. She was already being rude to me over headset all shift, refusing to communicate work-related things and complaining about me. Then randomly she said over headset:

“I have a surprise for you at (brothers) house after work.”

I tried to play it off jokingly because I was uncomfortable and said something like, “Wow, a surprise for me and not him?” and she immediately responded:

“It’s not a good surprise. It’s going to be a really bad one.”

I responded with, “I know. I wouldn’t expect any less from you.”

She then stormed out of work and made it a point to walk to me and say "call (brother)" before leaving. He has her blocked on everything and she knows this, so im sure that was to try and upset me or something.

That’s honestly the only time I’ve directly responded to her at all.

I’ve reported multiple incidents to management. Several coworkers have backed me up and reported things too, but nothing meaningful has happened besides “warnings.” One manager eventually snapped at me and said she didn’t have time for my “childish drama” before walking away.

The hardest part is that almost everyone thinks this girl is an angel. She’s worked there for 7 years, is one of their best employees, picks up overtime constantly, and acts incredibly sweet publicly. If my friend/her brother hadn’t shown me messages and let me hear voice notes and phone calls, I genuinely would’ve thought I was imagining everything.

Apparently she’s done this before anytime her brother gets close to female friends.

At this point I’m honestly scared of her. The hatred she has for me feels completely disproportionate considering I barely know her and have never even fought with her. I genuinely feel like she is obsessed with destroying me socially and maybe physically too.

She's contacted my school spreading lies saying im smoking weed. I cant smoke weed while in the nursing program because its not federally legal.

My friend and I have talked about trying to have a sit-down conversation with her as a last attempt to establish boundaries, but anytime she gets confronted she starts crying, changes the subject to her personal stress, and manipulates the situation.

I don’t want to quit my job or “run away” because this honestly feels bigger than work at this point and i get a scholarship from my work for college. I also don’t know if I’d even qualify for a restraining order because she never sends threats directly to me. The threats and insults are through other people, family group chats, or verbal comments. Her brother blocked her so he doesnt have access to the messages anymore unless theres a way we can retrieve them.

Has anyone dealt with someone like this before? What would you even do in this situation?

Theres so much more thats happened and been said, but if I add all the details then this post would never end lol.

i literally just got the 17 pro today and im having issues logging onto the majority of my social media apps. facebook, telegram, and snapchat wont connect to 5g.