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Been dating this guy for 5 years. We’re in our late 20s now. Known him since high school and reconnected in our early 20s. Met each others’ families, got engaged, set our wedding date and chose vendors together. He’s always been there for me (and I tried my best too) and has always been super thoughtful. He was kind and patient when things were good. We’re different people but I thought we meshed well together. 8 months before our wedding date, he completely blindsides me and drops a bombshell that he fell out of love with me, he doesn’t know if I’m the person for him, he’s not sure if I even love him for him (I do) and he starts listing a bunch of things that are “wrong” about me (I’m too quiet at social gatherings, I’m waiting till marriage to do certain things, I’m not stylish, I have too many fam events and am too dependent on my parents, he doesn’t think I appreciate him). The 180 mind boggles me, I don’t recognize this person. Even had a nice proposal with my dream ring.

He also has been saying mean things to me during limbo when we tried to work things out (I was apologizing for things I did that hurt him, I really loved him and went out of my way to make him happy in the best way I knew at the time but I had no idea it wasn’t enough, especially when he would tell me I’m perfect or how he’s grateful to do life with me)… mean things he said include how it feels like the cooties when I touch him, how I’m boring and I should be boring with someone else, how he can’t picture me as his wife and how he couldn’t see me walk down the aisle (all things that hurt to hear). He also disclosed that he cheated on me 2 years ago (kissed a girl from school a few times during the span of a week). He eventually broke things off with me saying he can’t proceed because he doesn’t have feelings. This all came as a shock to me because I had no idea he was falling out of love. I thought we were planning for our happily ever after together. Sometimes I blame myself for the things I could’ve done better (been more appreciative, more patient, more outgoing, more stylish) - he evaluated me and didn’t let me in on his problems. Any insight and opinions would be helpful.

So I have a sister who has done her mphil and she has a good job we are also from a good family our financial status is also good . Now we got to know she likes a boy who is younger than her . He belongs from a very poor family . They also live in another city. He has done Bs in something but that is all and he works as a project developer. My sister only wants to marry him. My question is should I support this marriage proposal or not . My sister never got good proposals before so I am still considering but one thing is clear … there future financially is not at all stable and I am very concerned about it .

Hello, I remember a reddit story I read ages ago which I’m trying to find now. It was the most touching and breathtaking story I have ever heard and honestly sounded like a movie. Details are as remembered

OP lives in a small nowhere town
OP meets girl who has just moved to said town with family to leave their “sinful life”
OP and girl get close and start to fall for each other, OP likes how this girl is unique and like nothing she has ever experienced
The girls want to run away together but can’t so they save emergency money in a case buried in the forest, they have an emergency time to meet if something goes wrong to where they will collect said money
, they do bake sales at the church to earn extra money.
The girls get caught kissing in a field and are taken away by family so they meet up at the spot and get the money and run away together.

Thank you

Once upon a time I was young, cool and lived in NYC. Clinton was president, Giuliani was mayor, the music was good and the millennium hype had not hit us yet. The grass was greener back then, I swear.

My friends lived on 6th street and Ave. B, by the lot with the 'art structure' (iykyk). We used to hang on the roof and fire escape and make up stories about life around us.

Across the street lived a very stylish girl. We knew because her closet was her curtains, the rod was physically in the window, with the sun shining all year long onto her clothes, including this wild orange faux-fur.

Which over the span of 3 years got gradually more faded. On one arm and shoulder, with a narrow hanger-shaped stripe at the top of the other shoulder. This fading happened to all of her good clothes. Skirts with one faded stripe running down the side, and jackets and dresses with a faded arm...

I once saw her out, a latina Natasha Lyonne type, wearing a blue dress with that sun-faded pattern on one arm and both shoulders. I remember how I liked that instead of protecting her clothes from the sun, she just made faded shoulders gradually her new look.

Different strokes for different folks. I'm the conformist type who builds a closet and enjoys the window in my even-colored clothes, but our gal made lack of space into a fashion statement.

In hindsight I find it both hilarious and deeply regretful that I never got to see her wearing that orange faux fur with the faded arm+shoulder.

My wife has been a teacher for a long time. She is great at what she does, and she puts lots of effort into her work. She used to be really social with other teachers in her building, but not so much anymore the past about 7 or 8 years. ​ I just feel bad for her, because she is at a building in which the teachers are all clique. She of course is not part of the popular crew, and is not invited out to things.

Then there are teachers who do TikTok. Teachers who do TikTok are the most annoying and attention seeking ones out there. As fake as they come. And the most attention seeking and obnoxious ones are always the ones that get recognition and praise.

My wife is not a fake kiss ass, and I get that's why she doesn't get the respect she deserves from administration. Other teachers have copied her lesson plans, and of course they get the praise, but my wife never gets the credit.

- Teachers can also be cruel with gossip and how they talk about others. Bullies at times. Just so fake. My wife doesn't eat in the teachers lounge, just because of how some of these teachers are.

- No offense, but if your kid has a teacher who does social media posts, most likely they are obnoxious and attention seeking.

- But my wife will say it's easier working with a male teacher on your grade level team. No drama with men. She's only had 3 male teachers she's ever been on the same team as, and never any issues. ​

- Depending on the teacher, many are overpaid, and some aren't. Even though my wife has reached 6-figures (around 110K, she is still underpaid. And then there are those who make maybe $75K who are much overpaid because they are lazy and don't do much.)

- And many people think teachers are underpaid. They aren't. They get paid well.

- Overall, I'm not a fan of a lot of teachers. It's a popularity contest much of the time. Yes, there are some very good teachers out there.

So I live abroad I have only those friends who are my husband’s friends wife’s . I donot have any other circle . Any way , my husband’s family have been very rude with me since and before the marriage . They have been not just rude but evil with me . As I don’t have any friend other than them , once I stayed at their house for a whole day . My husband and the girls husband were not at home . We were having conversations and one thing lead to the other . And I told her everything about my in laws . I did request her to not tell her husband anything but lately his husband wants to talk to my husband about something … and it’s killing me what if she told her husband . I did gave some idea to my husband that I told her a few things but he has no idea that I literally told her everything … what should I do and I feel so guilty and bad about it

This is being going on my mind from a time Me and my friends (4 male) went to Munnar from Kochi, while coming from the top hill point it was around 11:00 PM at night , we were in a car (i20), 2 of my friend at the driver and passenger seat, while me and my friend at the rear seat, we saw some people standing at the corner of the road and park to next was a jeep which appears to have been not starting, usually we won’t stop but my friend saw stopped because he saw some girls there. There jeep had some issue in the engine and there would be no tow facility and they had a booked a villa in the main Munnar town, and they won’t find any other vehicle as well because it was around 20 KM, from the main town. They were 6 people 4 female and 2 male (they were office colleagues/friends), 1 male decided that he will stay at the jeep only meanwhile if we could offer other lift to the Munnar town the other boy can come up with some mechanic or someone to get the other guy. They seemed genuine and well off and the girls in their group was quite good looking, but we said we don’t have much space but we can adjust, so at the back seat me and my friend were already sitting, the male guy sat at the back next to me and next to him sat on the rear end another girl so we four people sat at the back seat and it was quite congested, now one girl (most attractive and hot) sat on their male friend lap, the other girl sat on the female friend lap and their was one more girl who was not that attractive she was left, now i thought she will sit on my lap (it’s better than no one sitting on my lap) but since she can’t come in between the girls who were sitting on the laps had to adjust and shift one next to their seat right and the girl I was eyeing on the most, the most attractive girl among them sat on my lap, I still can’t forget the moment, in the next 2 minutes. I had a boner which I definitely know was too hard to not notice but the girl on my lap kept straight face, I started talking to her slowly (in seducing voice) like were she’s from and what she does and she had to keep a straight face and answer, I would say the best 45 minutes of my life. We reached and as soon as she left my lap there was a huge visible boner (probably one of the biggest of all time) on my pant. I tried to hide it and get away with it, My friends teased me and I kept saying I was just being helpful.
Ahh I miss that time. I didn’t asked her insta, later I sent that girl LinkedIn request because I knew her college (she told) and she accepted but nothing after that.

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Okay. I don't know how to say it, but I js found out my 13 year old sis secretly smoked, with her friend. Today my sister's friend came to our house as a guest. And both girls went to the rooftop for whatever reason. We let them. And At that time, I had tuition. Later today, I also went to the rooftop because I just wanted to admire the sky, it was so pretty this evening. But while going there, I smelled some smoke. I didn't think much about it as the people on the top floor smoke, because they usually do. Then I came back down

Time skipped. Later when that girl left, I asked my sister how the day went, asked her to show me the pics they clicked. I'm a bit… uh, let's call it "wanna know what happened" typa person (or nosy, whatever you call it). But then she ignored me and walked away to another room. She usually does that. Later, I went to her account and saw the photos she sent to her friend. What I saw was them, doing some dances, maybe they were trying to make reels. I was cool about it. Then in some pics I saw my sister tug her dress slightly to show her shoulder. Even though I wasn't okay with it, I didn't say anything since it's a minor thing...

Then my heart stopped when I saw my sister's friend smoking. I really paused. Then it all clicked to me, her avoiding me and the smoke smell on the rooftop. It was them. I scrolled further and saw my sister also taking a drag. They were smoking one by one and filming it. Now I am really disturbed and upset by it. She is just 13, in class 6, and doing this. Idk maybe it was for fun. But it's still not okay.

Now Idk what to do next about it… should I confront her? I'm not really good at lecturing. (Btw I'm 17). Or should I tell it to my elder sister? (My elder sister will kill her). Or should I let it go and act like I saw nothing? Is it really okay for a 13-year-old to do this? Am I overreacting or underreacting? The thing my sister did (smoking) was something I NEVER thought she could do.

I couldn't think of any other sub to post this in so I'm here.

The title is not a joke. This curse began in 2015.

4th of July 2015: I'm at a party with some friends. One of my friends asked me whether I had seen the Facebook post about my best friend. I said no.

Long story short. My best friend had passed away that morning due to a motorcycle accident. I had the misfortune of being the first to inform many of my close mutual friends the news.

4th of July 2018: I work as a real estate agent. This was my first year in the business. I had just closed a deal for my buyer who was in his 70s and moving from one state to another because our marijuana laws are better. We close on his new home on a Friday. He says that he'll move in on Monday.

Monday comes, movers show up to the new house but buyer never shows. The selling agent calls me to update me. I can't get in touch of my buyer so I say give it another day and then we'll figure something out. Tuesday comes and no show. Wednesday morning - the 4th of July - I get a call from an unknown number. Turns out, it was my buyer's son who was furious with me. He tells me that my buyer - his dad - had passed away in a jail on Tuesday.

Turns out that my buyer was arrested on Monday and passed away from heat exhaustion the next morning. The charge for his arrest? Marijuana possession in the state he was moving from.

4th of July 2021: this is during the COVID pandemic. My grandpa had been sick for a while and then he got COVID. That complicated his health even more and on the 4th of July, my grandpa passed away.

I haven't gone out or really celebrated the 4th of July since 2021 even though nothing as serious has really happened for a few years now. So what do I do tomorrow?

EDIT: Although I have always been there for my mom, she still always favours my brother over me. She gave him 8k toward his college debt when she got the insurance payout through, but gave nothing to me. At the time as I mentioned I had a lot of debt, and out of envy for my brother I took the money. I understand that I am a POS, but I just wanted people to see it better from my view.

This is something I’ve never told anyone because I know how disgusting it makes me sound.

A couple of years ago my mom received a large insurance payout after my grandfather passed away. She wasn’t rich by any means, but it was more money than she’d ever had at one time. She trusted me with a lot of things, including helping her with online banking because she wasn’t very confident with technology.

At the time I was drowning in debt. Credit cards, loans, gambling, stupid decisions. I convinced myself that if I “borrowed” $10,000 I’d pay it back before she ever noticed.
I transferred the money into an account she didn’t know about.

I never paid it back.

The worst part is that she eventually started talking about how she couldn’t understand where so much of her savings had gone. She blamed herself. She thought she’d made mistakes or forgotten about bills she’d paid. I sat there and agreed that it was strange.

She still tells people I’m the most trustworthy person she knows.

Every birthday and Christmas she thanks me for always helping her out with paperwork and banking. Every time she says it I feel sick because she has no idea the person she trusts most is the one who betrayed her.

Financially, I’m in a much better place now. I could pay her back today. But I don’t even know how I’d explain it after all this time without destroying our relationship.

Living with the guilt has been its own punishment, but I know that’s nowhere near what I deserve. I don’t expect sympathy. I just needed to admit it somewhere, even if it’s anonymously.

I took a dump in a bucket at school and put little pieces next to the ac, i hated that teacher.

EDIT: i meant to type shot, not shut.
I’m 28, it happened when i was 19, he was 27. Destroyed my life, but i rebuilt it from scratch and got a lot of support and now im with my soulmate and we have a beautiful baby together who is about to be a year old in august. I’m extremely proud of myself honestly and id love to answer any questions you guys have. I think talking about it can be helpful sometimes for me because i never really get to, people dont want to hear about it cuz it’s really heavy.

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More info:

He shot him self because he was on a lot of drugs and not in the right state of mind. He had been clean when i met him but i s extremely young and didn’t know anything about addiction or what i was getting into. He relapsed while we were together and was not honest and our relationship was going downhill. I was threatening to leave and it was just… bad. I didn’t know anything at all and i did my best but with what i know now- i did it all wrong.
He had a miraculous recovery but definitely had some clear brain damage. He shot himself through the occipital lobe so it drastically effected his vision. He was in the hospital for months, yes. It took me a very long time to cut him off because his parents kept us apart. I was clearly traumatized and not handling it well and of course she wasnt either and came to really hate me, and kept us apart which then drove me absolutely insane. We finally got back in contact after about a year and it was just… really fuckin bad and he was really awful to me and raped me through coercion multiple times and i finally found the strength to cut him off and leave.

My girlfriend has always been a creative type. When we first started talking, it seemed like the conversation would always shift towards either sketching, drawing, or painting.

I found it admirable. I loved that she had something that meant so much to her. Something she could be passionate about. The more time went on, the more that passion grew.

It wasn’t until we started dating that she felt comfortable enough to show me her work, though. I love her more than anything in the world, but good lord, I hate to say it… she was not good.

Her shades were off. Her lines were crooked. Her portraits bordered on stick figures.

Of course, I didn’t want to let on exactly what I thought of what she was showing me, but I can only pretend so much.

That’s the thing, though, any time I offered her advice, she’d just get so defensive. She was just so convinced that she was gonna be “the next big thing” in the art world.

I wanted her to succeed. Of course I wanted her to succeed. But in order to do that, she just had to listen to me. I’m not an artist myself, but even as just an everyday Joe Shmoe, I could still see where she was falling short.

I’d nudge her. Critique her in the nicest possible way I could muster. And it only led to her becoming more closed off with her work.

Unfortunately, the more closed off she became with her work, the more closed off she became in general. It was like her main talking point. And here I was, feeling like an asshole for taking that away from her.

I tried apologizing to her and explaining that I was just trying to help her, but she’d just keep that same blank expression on her face.

“I’ll try to get better for you.”

That’s all she’d tell me.

I wanted to believe her, but it seemed like she wasn’t even trying anymore. I never saw her sketching. I never saw her drawing. I never saw her painting.

It created this friction in our relationship that made every situation feel tense. We didn’t even argue. We’d just try and converse awkwardly before we both went back to our phones.

At the peak of her withdrawal, that’s when she started taking classes. She didn’t seem excited about it. She didn’t seem eager to be better. She seemed like she was doing it out of spite. Like she was defeated but ready to prove me wrong.

She’d be gone 3 days a week from 5 PM to 10 PM, and after about a month of this, she started bringing home her work.

She never showed it to me.

I’d just find colorful canvases hanging up around the house. In the kitchen. In the living room. Hell, even the bathroom had a few.

She had definitely been improving. Her lines were straighter. Her shades were more on point. Her paintings wowed me rather than making me force out a fake smile or a “that’s so good, honey!”

At first, she was bringing home paintings of landscapes. Mountain ranges. Ocean horizons. Forests.

Then it turned into infrastructure. Castles. Mansions. Shacks and sheds.

Then it was people. The most detailed portraits she had ever produced. Her mom. Her dad. Her teacher from class.

I wish that’s where it would’ve stopped. She had proved me wrong. She had convinced me. She had nothing else to prove. But it didn’t stop there. She couldn’t have just been happy with the progress she had made.

I came home from work one day to find the first painting she had done of me personally. It had been hung up along with the dozens of other random paintings in our living room. I saw it and immediately became sick to my stomach.

It was me just… disassembled. My head was in one part of the canvas. My legs and arms sprawled out across the painting, with the most gruesome depictions of gore I had ever seen her produce.

I heard her humming to herself in our bedroom.
I approached her carefully as she sketched wildly in her sketchbook.

“Honey,” I whispered. “Why did you do that painting of me?”

Continuing to hum without even looking up from her sketchbook, she responded, “Eh, just how I was feeling today,” as she continued scribbling on her page.

In the weeks that followed, more and more pieces began to pop up around the house. Each one depicting different versions of my death.

She never seemed angry or agitated. She just seemed distant. Distant but at peace, and that’s the part that hurts me.

She seemed to have this obsession with dismemberment. In every piece, I was dismembered in some way or another. Held together by wires. Forced to be a scarecrow. One showed me to be ornaments strewn about a Christmas tree.
At this point, there’s at least a dozen of them. But that’s not the part that concerns me.

What concerns me is that I’ve been waking up with outlines drawn around the circumference of my legs and arms. My neck and torso. Like she’s figuring out a design.

She always denies any involvement whenever I question her, but who else could it be? Does she think that I’ll believe I’m just doing this to myself?
I don’t know what to do.

I just wanted her to be the artist I knew she could be.

me and my boyfriend just broke up after dating for 10 months. we re both 18. i found out he had pictures of my diary, notes app rants, chat gpt history, convos with my best friend, etc in his camera roll since january, and decided i have to cut it off. even though he was insecure and breached my trust, he was there for me this whole year and helped me so much, he was a good boyfriend. i hung out with him almost everyday and i don’t have many other friends so it’s so hard because my body is used to him and i’m suffering from withdrawal. i’m trying not to go back and text him so please, if you have stories to help from when you were younger that would be appreciated !

When they took me from my jail cell and told me to sign up for a chance of "freedom" I knew that I should have declined. I knew it was to good too be true but i signed up anyway. I was serving 50 years, that might as well be a life sentence. Didn't have anything to lose anyway.

For the record, I went in for a string of murders that I honestly don't regret.

I have never been a good person, never tried to be honest. Never saw the point. Everyone that is and was in my group had the same decades-long sentences as me.

Maybe that's why the outside of our bodies displays the monsters we are on the inside.

Our hair, nose, ears, lips, eyelids are gone. Completely dissolved. The rest of our bodies covered in scabs and chemical burns. Could have just been the chemical weapons they make us use. Or it could have been the mixture of the weapon with the "combat stimulants" they make us inject to keep us from collapsing on the spot. Who knows, better yet who cares.

All I know is that as long as I keep taking them I don't feel all the things wrong with my body. Like my dry eyes underneath my gas mask. Or the open wounds on my hands.

10 months ago we received the new gas canisters. They didn't bother to even tell us what it's called. But when we saw the string of warning labels on the canisters together with receiving new stronger gas masks we already knew this would be way worse than the old stuff we had before. But we had no clue just how extremely bad it would be.

Thankfully I didn't get picked to be in the crew to release it the first time. We didn't expect it to be as bad as it was so just about everyone outside of the officer didn't take the new stricter rules seriously.

When they attacked us again it was released like we were told to do. The people of our own crew were the first to suffer the effects of their lack of safety measures. About 10 seconds after release they started to scream and flail around like they were on fire. Every hole in their clothing it could find, the gas seeped into. Turning skin into blisters and burns. At least they survived for how much that is worth around here.

One idiot in the group decided that the new gas masks were too uncomfortable so he stuck to his old one despite the warnings. I am sure the only reason the officer didn't beat him into submission is so he could be an example for the others. When he started to scream his lungs out our officer ordered us to pay attention to what happened to him. He tore his gas mask off.

All the soft tissue on his head was melting off. His nose was drooping down and was hanging over where his lips used to be. His eyes were bubbling inside of their sockets. His screaming turned into a gurgle in the span of 20 seconds. When he fully collapsed and started to spasm and convulse on the floor the officer decided we had learned the lesson. He then caved his skull in with an entrenching tool until he stopped moving.

Don't feel too bad for him he was a useless drug addict who had killed his mom before he got here. He got what he deserved, just like all of us will.

When we release the gas it finds the lowest elevations in terrains and sticks around for a while. Turning shell craters and trenches into small gas chambers. The people that are stuck in there turn into a slurry of sorts because it's so acidic. Their clothes stick to their bodies, Their skin sloths off their body together with anything else that's soft and squishy in the human body. So you end up looking at this amalgamation of clothing and equipment in a fleshy puddle around a skeleton.

And trust me you really don't want to step on one of the fresh bodies by accident. Your boot goes straight through them. It feels like stepping in one of those mud puddles that is going to cost you a boot to get out of. And guess what it might cost you a boot to if you haven't tied your laces good enough.

It's even worse when they decided to die on top of something you need. I am so tired of scraping human soup off equipment we
need. It's stringy, it's sticky and has all the colours a human body should never have.

Well at least I can't smell it anymore not having a proper working nasal cavity anymore. But from my earlier days when i still had a nose I remember vividly what it smelled like. I used to live around this industrial area that had a huge chicken slaughterhouse in the middle. During hot days of summer the horrible smell of blood and chicken shit would hang around that area for months. Now mix in that smell with someone holding vinegar directly under your nose and you get the idea of what it smells like here.

You cant even throw up properly if you want to because you don't want to open your mouth in fear of the smell going into your mouth and then having to taste it. Thank god I decided to rather throw up in my mouth and swallow it back down. Because some of the others that didn't keep their mouths closed can't taste anything
anymore and their tongues are covered in random spots of scar tissue.

But the bodies don't really decay at all. Since the gas kills just about anything that is alive. That means thankfully no rats, insects or other pests to deal with. What's not so great is that all the old shell craters are filled with a human slurry that reaches up to your knees if you are lucky.

New cannon fodder gets the honorable task of sifting through the human slurry for anything useful like weapons, etc. When i think about it long enough, I can still feel what it's like to do this amazing task. It's basically like reaching deep into mud and taking any solid object out until it's something useful instead of human bones.
After a bit you can feel by shape alone that you are once again holding onto someone's ribs.

Our outpost is so heavily understaffed it might as well be empty. "Outpost" fancy way to describe a muddy trench that connects 3 bunkers together. Of those 3 bunkers only 1 hasn't collapsed yet. I think you can figure out from where i am typing this.

We haven't called in to command for a week now since our radioman is probably dissolving in a puddle somewhere together with our officer. Can't even use the contraband phone that i found in the human slurry in a random shell crater. Since there is not really any reception after months of bombardment. Thankfully the phone at least made me able to type this out so i have something to distract myself with.

But Command not hearing from us means that our barrier troops meant to keep us in place should show up soon to discipline and/or kill us. I wish them good luck since they are going to have to kill our not-so-friendly neighbours outside the bunker first.

They told me that if I lasted for 4 months, my prison sentence would be dropped. I already knew that was a lie there was no way it would be that short.

I figured if I lasted 1 year they might actually grant me my freedom. It has been at least 26 months at this point. I have been lucky or unlucky enough to last this long with a handful of others. Most cannon fodder they bring in lasts a couple of hours at most.

Speaking of a couple of hours that's probably the amount of time we have left at this point. Our chemical weapon storage is in one of the 2 collapsed bunkers. I think that once our friends outside figure that out, they will give us a taste of our own medicine.

I intend to blow my brains out before i turn into a human puddle. And looking around me, I am sure the rest of us that are left are thinking the same. We don't deserve to leave this place.

For whoever is reading this. I hoped it sucked to get the phone out of the human soup that is my body.

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When I joined college in my first year, I made a lot of friends. Everything was new and exciting, and somewhere along the way I started liking one of my guy friends.

The funny part is, he was the one who showed interest first. He flirted with me, gave me hope, and made promises that we'd eventually be together. The only thing he kept saying was, "Just give me some time."

At the same time, he was also talking to other girls. He had a girl best friend, and I remember asking him if there was anything between them. He laughed it off and told me not to worry—that they were just friends and nothing could ever happen.

I believed him.

Then they went on a trip together.

What I didn't know was that during that trip, they started dating. While he was already in a relationship with her, he continued talking to me exactly the same way—flirting, giving me attention, and making me believe I still had a chance.

Eventually, he told me the truth.

I had a panic attack that day. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I kept questioning what I had done wrong and why someone would treat another person like that.

It took me a long time to heal.

Today, I see him almost every day in college. But I don't look at him with love anymore. I look at him with disappointment, anger, and a little regret—not because I lost him, but because I ever cried over someone who never respected my feelings.

If there's one thing I learned, it's this: when someone's actions don't match their words, believe the actions.

I'm okay now. I just wish the version of me who couldn't sleep because of him knew that she'd eventually smile again.

Me and my boyfriend started dating around 6 months ago. It was the first relationship I’ve ever had. I had never been so happy. It was like we were meant to be.

I met him at a coffee shop I frequent. I started noticing him there any time I went. Sometimes I’d catch him staring, and he’d look around all embarrassed whenever I did. I thought it was the cutest thing.

After a while, I found myself silently hoping that he’d come over and ask to sit with me. We’d been playing eye-tag for a couple of weeks, smirking and laughing at each other, but neither of us had taken the extra step of introducing ourselves.

When he finally did, I felt butterflies start flapping around in my stomach like never before. His smoldering blue eyes, that curly black hair, and his cute little freckles. I’m not afraid to admit that I was smitten.

Our relationship grew from there. We were seeing each other every weekend, catching movies, having dinner, playing some mini golf. I knew it was a honeymoon phase. I just didn’t care. He made me feel wanted, and that was just not something I was entirely used to.

He’d show up with my favorite flowers, favorite candies, always knew the right thing to say. I don’t wanna ramble. I just can’t get over how perfect I thought he was.

Things started to go a bit sideways one night at a sleepover at his house.

I had gotten up to pee late at night, and as I groggily dragged myself to the bathroom, I could’ve swore I heard the vibration of a phone coming from his sock drawer.

I was too tired at the time to really pay it any attention, but it was still fresh in my mind the next day. I asked him about it, and he got defensive enough for me to become suspicious.

He showed me all of his drawers, though, and there was no phone in sight. That kind of subsided my suspicion a bit.

A few weeks went by without issue. We never argued. He made me feel like the only girl in the world. Then we had another sleepover.

Yet again, after he was fast asleep, the vibrations of a cellphone came echoing, this time from his closet.

This time around, I was awake enough to actually investigate, but once I did, I immediately regretted it.

Hidden within an old shoebox that was buried beneath a stack of blankets, I found it. A second cellphone.

The screen was lit up with “storage full” notifications, but what caught my attention was the wallpaper.

It was me, asleep in bed.

I wasn’t even the wallpaper on his actual phone. Seeing myself like this only made my mind race more. I couldn’t help myself.

Luckily, he didn’t have a password to unlock the phone, but what he did have a password for was his photos.

I took a wild guess. That’s why I think it was fate that I made this discovery.

I put in my birthday, and the photos app unlocked.
My jaw dropped, and my heart sank.

There were hundreds, if not thousands, of pictures, and they were all of me.

Some were of me at his house. On the toilet, in the shower, sleeping in his bed. But some were from places that didn’t make sense to me.

Me at the coffee shop, reading a book. Me walking home from school. Standing in line at the grocery store. Me outside my apartment, fishing around in my purse for my keys.

More than anything, though, there were pictures of me asleep in my own apartment.

Some were taken from my window. My second-story window. Others were taken from inside the apartment.

I kept scrolling, and the more I did, the more terrified I became. The photos dated back to at least 2 years ago.

Family dinners, early morning jogs, study sessions in the library. I was getting sick to my stomach.

As I scrolled, a noise from behind me snapped me out of my trance.

The sound of my boyfriend’s bed creaking and squeaking from his shifting weight.
He called my name.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

I never responded.

I heard his footsteps rush up behind me. They stopped a few inches from my back.

Instead of asking what I was doing, apologizing, or even attempting to grab his phone, he began laughing.

Cackling. Like a mad man.

And as I stood there, too paralyzed to turn around, he finally spoke again.

“Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”

I hope everyone is having a wonderful day! I have been a marijuanna smoker on and off for a while. My mentality is go big or go home. So I either don't smoke or smoke till I can't walk properly anymore.
Male in his 20s, 6ft 180 lbs just for reference.

Latest timelines I have smoked that I remember: ( going backwards)

Currently 20 days clean,
15 days daily smoked, finished a whole 1g dispensary weed vape.
7-10 days no clean,
3-4 weeks of daily weed vape smoking till I would start losing focus with my eyes,
1 month clean,
3-4 months of daily weed vape smoking + joint smoking.
I don't remember before that but something similar,

The day after my interview I received a job offer form an engineering company ( pretty big one ) and the offer had condition such as pre employment drug screening. I didn't panic and thought it would take me 3 days to pass the urine test ( checked the job board Q&A which said Urine test upon hire ) Once I started doing my research I understood it takes around 30 days for daily smoker to pass the test. The panic and stress kicked in. Tried CVS home urine test for Thc

Day 2 clean - positive
Day 4 clean - positive
Day 5 clean - somehow got almost invisible line for negative ( super diluted pee)

Ordered some Prime screen THC (multi level )tests and Advancedhome drug test ( multi level) from Amazon

Day 6 Prime screen gave me negative for 100 ng/ml but positive for 50ng/ml and under. However Advancedhome drug test gave me all negatives all the way down to 15 ng/ml (realized it was a scam)
Day 8-10 very invisible faint lines.
Day 11 positive
Day 12-16invisible ghost lines
Day 17 positive
Day 18-19 Invisible lines (ghost lines)
Day 20 the actual clinic test day

At this point I was wondering if the test examiner would even look this close and actually try to see the ghost lines. At the same time I was reading on Reddit how people managed to pass their urine test. Diluting wasn't for me because I thought it will get marked for dilute and they would ask me to retest and 100% watch me pee. I bought a thermometer from GE and ordered one from Amazon ( validation reasons ) . The idea was that I will ask my buddy to pee in a cup, put it in a condom, use hand warmer and sneak it in my underwear. I started practicing with my own pee and keeping it under my balls for around 1 hours, both sitting and walking. Would check how the temperature would change. Couples tries later I realized that the pee inside the condom is getting cloudy and floating particles from the lube of the lube of the condom. I also know that if I remove the lube completely it would affect the durability of the condom. Every time I kept the condom full of pee or water it registered between 94-96 F. 1 day before the test actual test I tried to mimic the exact anticipated situation. I went in the bathroom, had a clean condom full of water sitting between my thighs / under my balls, wearing a compression boxers with cargo pants on top. I also attached a safety pin between the layers of my boxers. I tried holding the cup and condom with one hand while trying to prick it with the safety pin to fill the cup. 1 st try, went great, checked the temperature after pouring it out and it was reading around 94-95 F. I did 4 more tries. 2 times the hole pricked was so little that I had to squeeze the condom to get the water out and it took a while, which makes the surface thinner but longer drop time (loss of heat) the other 2 times after making the same exact prick, I tried squeezing the condom and they exploded. Where I realized that the chances of this working is super low. I got small scissors and put it in between the from double layer of my boxers farting upwards so it doesn't accidentally damage the condom. 3-4 test later, everything was working great!
Hardest part was squeezing the tip of condom to cut a small whole while not fully separating the condom.
The big day came. Weather was around 96F outside. I cleaned 2 condoms form lube, rinsed with warm water and put them in a cup with warm water. Started my car and turned AC on just slightly. Asked my buddy to pee in a cup. I filled one condom around 2.5-3 oz and put them right between my thighs inside my compression boxers (underwear). The other one I put in the 2nd condom, and put that condom inside a cup of warm water, and attached a body heating pad to the cup which was saying that it will keep it around 100-105F. Used just a bit of AC while keeping my windows down to not affect the temperature. Drove to the clinic, parked in a close by quiet area and checked the temperature for the condom full of pee i between my thighs using 2 thermometers. One was 98f other was 97.6F. Drove and parked in front of the clinic, entered in. Acting casual but inside trembling with stress. They had issue with my paperwork and etc then they found my appointment somehow.
Meanwhile I was sitting with my legs slightly closed and playing clash of clans to seem I don't have the slightest care in the world. I was expecting to be patted down and I had to execute the plan perfectly to not make any noise.

!PLOT TWIST!

The lady told me that I am going to have a saliva test, and since I did so much research about the and types of tests, I knew I was safe! I said are you sure, she said yes! I asked for bathroom saying that I have been holding my pee all day so I can pee. Went in, took a huge breath and started actually peeing ( I was full since l also drank to much water in case temperature of the pee inside the condom feels of, I can add slightly my own urine to warm it up ( additionally was going to check if the drug test is already in the cup given to me, if it wasn't I was gonna pee in myself first to warm up the cup before putting the pee from the condom ). I left the bathroom and was called to the doctors office for my saliva test. My stress from failing the plan of pouring the urine from condom disappeared. However, I was still stress, why?
Because I have a condom full of pee between my thighs, super warm (I didn't feel it at all, sometimes I would check my pants to make sure it didn't leak or something ) I had to sit down while taking the saliva test. It felt like having a ticking bomb in my underwear, and just praying inside that it doesn't explode or it will get really awkward and I didn't know what to expect. I survived it successfully. The stress of changed pee turned to condom not exploding!
Nevertheless, I was fully prepared and passed my drug screening!! I came back and took my buddy to Chinese buffet to celebrate!
I wish you best of luck and this is my story, experiment and outcome! I hope it helps! I will also try to attach pictures of my tests if I find out how!!

I quit weed once and forever, that stress wasn't worth all the combined pleasure I got from weed.
Stay healthy! And be brave!

Risk all for everything if need! May LUCK be on your side!