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My husband and I have been married for six years. We own a small house together. Both names on the deed.

His mother has been having health problems. Nothing life-threatening, but she can't live alone anymore. He mentioned moving her in "someday." I said we'd talk about it when the time came.

The time came last week. I got home from work and her furniture was in my living room.

I was calm. I asked my husband what was happening. He said she needed to move in "temporarily" and he "didn't want to bother me with it" because I'd been stressed at work.

I told him we needed to talk about this privately. He said there was nothing to talk about. His mother was staying.

I slept in the guest room that night. Not because of her. Because I couldn't look at him.

This morning I went to work like normal. When I came home tonight, my key didn't work.

I knocked. His mother answered. She said, very sweetly, "Oh, we changed the locks. We didn't think you'd mind."

I asked where my husband was. She said he was inside, watching TV.

I called him from the porch. He answered. I asked him to come outside.

He came out and said the locks were changed because his mother "didn't feel safe" with me having a key. I asked why. He said she was worried I might "come in and cause a scene."

I have never caused a scene in my life. I work in HR. I de-escalate conflicts for a living.

I told him I wanted the new key. He said I could have it "once I calmed down and agreed to be civil."

I'm sitting in my car in my own driveway writing this. My phone is at 12%. I don't know where to go. My parents live three hours away. My best friend is out of town.

I'm not sure if this is real. I'm not sure if I'm overreacting. But I think my husband just locked me out of my own house.

TL;DR: Husband moved his mother in without asking. When I objected, they changed the locks and won't give me a key. I'm sitting in my car in my own driveway.

so we recently moved (about one month ago) and we don’t have quite a lot of furniture yet. i am 18 and have purchased a vibrator a few months back which i used to hide in my nightstand. now, i don’t really know where to hide it and the chances of my mom finding it are way higher since there isn’t really somewhere to hide it.

there have been a couple of times when the vibrator was either laying on my bed, or she opened my nightstand and saw it or stuff like that but i don’t think she could figure out what it is since it’s a travel version and it basically has a case attached to it.

today, i stupidly decided to use it while waiting on my food and not even 30 seconds passed and she entered my room. i desperately tried to turn it off but it wouldn’t just go on a higher setting and only stopped when she got close to my bed, and before that you could really it. now, i’ll choose to live with the benefit of the doubt and think that she either didn’t hear it or she thought it was something else..

she has never questioned me about it and honestly i hope she never will, im 18 so i feel like its pretty acceptable. i’ also got into my first relationship so i guess its even more ‘obvious’ that that things are/will n happening.

This story actually goes way back to kindergarten.

As a then particularly soft-spoken child with unlimited niche interests and hobbies living in Asia, you can tell my classmates were anything but kind. I only had two childhood best friends, we'll call one of them *"*Riley" for anonymity. Despite us being a trio, they never butt in to defend me when the popular girls were being passive aggressive, which made me despise them, but looking back now they were probably just clueless to what was actually happening and we are still pretty good friends!

I have pretty yellow teeth naturally. They're not pearly whites but they don't look rusty either, and I actually maintain great oral hygiene. But to my classmates, it seemed like I drank literal piss for my teeth is to be a slightly yellow hue. Yes, that was actually a rumour spread by those popular girls believe it or not. The queen bee was a girl we'll call "Madison." She had her friend "Natalie" >![who was pretty naive]!< help her make my life absolute hell. They'd constantly walk past my desk just enough to tip my water bottle over >![it was kinda leaky]!< and would do it hard enough to spill water all over me without even apologising. I eventually started hating school and would cry to my teacher to let me go home as soon as possible. Even worse, these girls >![along with their other friends]!< made me seem like a creep for drawing a bigger chest, completely normal human anatomy by the way, on one of my Jane the Killer drawings.

It would be alright if it was just kindergarten, maybe they didn't know any better. But it continued for a way longer period of time and we were starting to mature then, clearly if they were the type to change then they'd be remorseful by then. I was skinny shamed so bad that I developed BED, which then worsened to peak BN after I gained weight and they started fat shaming me. My self confidence was at an all time low and this period of my life still affects how I view myself and control my eating habits today. Since Madison wasn't going to stop and none of my friends were going to stand up for me, I finally decided to take things into my own hands.

Online class >![Yoo, covid?]!< started soon enough and I was quite tech-savvy in comparison to the rest of my classmates. Whilst messing around in Zoom meetings for fun, I noticed that Madison and Natalie both often avoided joining classes. I'm not sure what clicked in me then, but I decided to join normally then use another tab to join with her name and ID. I attended the first few classes with my fake ID chaos-free, but soon I started cursing in private messages and insulting "my" friends to kind of ruin her reputation. And when that got boring, I switched to public messages and vulgar profile pictures. Why those profile pictures? You see, I noticed long ago that Madison was the one particularly freaking out when I drew women or men more "accurately", >![If you know what I mean] !<And something in my mind screamed "She has a p//n addiction!!"

As it turns out, my crude prank actually pulled off and everyone started disliking her. And to put more salt on the wound, my assumption was correct and her mom later caught her red handed with the very dreaded "spice rice." I continued for a few more days after that, which I probably shouldn't have cause Riley is pretty smart and caught onto who was behind the scheme. I did deny though and somehow convinced her that it wasn't really me. Funny enough, someone actually started copying my tactics and did the same thing but with Natalie's name and ID. I didn't dare utter a word cause leaking my identity then would mean trouble.

This whole incident triggered some sort of domino effect and for some reason, plenty of classes had similar issues taking place. Trust me, I had no intention to influence others to hurt an innocent people because Madison deserved it but most victims didn't. Our school started having these account crackdowns soon after, but it was of no use because by then I was already MIA and back to my quiet girl school life. We also had these stupid Cyber-Security meetings with parents which I found completely useless and irritating. Our old principal was truly something, might even be a bigger douche-bag than Madison.

Whatever, she eventually left the school but nobody went to hug her except Natalie and her one other friend. >![who broke off our friendship after Madison persuaded her to do so]!< They cried a lot but obviously no one gave a flying f//k and soon I started pursuing my life like normal. Ironically, I'm even friends with Natalie now and she apolgized multiple times, swearing she just did what Madison told her and never really noticed how badly it affected me. She wasn't even aware that Madison was that big of a b//ch and she always thought of her as simply "passive aggressive."

Oh well, years has passed since then. Sometimes I wonder how she's doing, if she's changed. But other days, I know these types of people never change. Perhaps she's left for good. I also wonder quite often if I was too harsh on her, but then I realize she was genuinely insufferable. The acts I mentioned were only a few things she did to me. She hurt others too, but enjoyed hurting me more because nobody defended me, I had more traits to pick on and I was too shy to complain to authorities. I hope you rot in hell after how you created my insecurities for life Madison, because unfortunately I'm not sorry at all.

-xoxo, thanks for reading this! <3

This one night a group of friends and I were at a party, there was a guy there that used to hangout with our group, but he ended up being kind of a creep and talking a lot of shit behind everyone’s back. Well leading up to this party we had a volleyball game and he ended up getting invited some how, he immediately got there and started running his mouth and none of us were really having it. We decided to go back to one of the guys houses and have a party. I now am sober but at the time when I drank I’d get aggressive at times, well he continued talking shit at the party. He was doing coke with some girls and I think that is part of the reason he was acting the way he was other than just being an asshole. So at one point I said dude I’m done with this and grabbed him by the shirt and took him to the back yard and gave him an ultimatum. I said either shut up and be chill or we’re fighting. He was immediately apologetic and said it was supposed to be all in good fun and offered me some free lines. Well we went inside and I ended up doing a couple with him and the girls and so did my buddies. Anyways about an hour goes by and I feel myself getting more and more tweaked (not normal with blow) and I went to him and was like yo dude this stuff is kinda whack I’m feeling a bit cracked out, and my buddy that was also in the kitchen turned and agreed. This guy looks at us and says “yea, I’ve been giving you fuckers meth”. Three of us ended up just jumping the dude for it and throwing him out of the party. Anyways we come back inside and it’s all still on the table, so we stole it, did the rest, and I was awake for 4 days. That’s it, thanks for reading.