My sister is 30 and is married to a man who she, and our family, love. They’ve said they wanted to be “child free” since they met 4 years ago. They had a nice life, where they both worked, have a dog, nice house, etc.

About a year ago, he found out that he had a son. The mother was an acquaintance he slept with 6 years ago, who had never told him about him. She passed away, and her elderly mother has too many health issues for her to have custody. So he went to live with them.

He’s an amazing little kid, and our family has grown to love him too. So we were all shocked a month ago when my sister said her and him were going to separate – she said she loves her husband, but she can’t take being a stepmother anymore, and that everything from not being able to watch adult shows at all hours of the day to asking him to do his homework makes her miserable.

Her husband is absolutely devastated, as they have always had a happy marriage and still love each other – she’ll be the first one to say this. He didn’t want children either, but understands he’s the only parent this boy has now. I also found out that this little boy is taking the fact that she’s moving out and taking their dog (she was hers originally) very hard, no doubt due to the loss he’s already experienced, and I felt devastated by that. When we were at our parent’s house last weekend, I asked to talk to her and after some back and forth, I told my sister it seemed wrong and selfish to hurt not only her husband but also her step son this way, after not even a full year of trying to make it work. She didn’t take that well and hasn’t spoken to me since. Essentially she said she’s never wanted children and wants no part of raising one, and that I have no right to call her wrong or selfish over that.

My family seems to agree with me on this, but my mom is very upset that my sister is furious with me and the family members that agree with me.

Growing up, my dad was a man of few words. He was the kind of father who would rather show his love through actions than express it verbally.

He was the type of dad that would rather show me how to fix a car engine than to try to explain it.

This especially applied to the topics of relationships and human intimacy.

Gave me ‘rubber’ the first time I went out to party with my mates

I remembered when I was 18 and first went out to ‘chiong’ with my school mates, my dad gave me a ‘rubber’ instead of telling me not to engage in casual intimacies.

He knew that it was bound to happen sooner or later, and he thought that teaching me about safe practices would be better for me.

He was just different from the traditional type of parents who would avoid such topics or just warn their children not to fool around.

I appreciated what he did for me

During the days where I constantly went out to ‘chiong’ with my mates, I realized the full extent of my dad’s gift and his lessons.

I had classmates who had contracted STIs, and I’m sure some of them had contracted them from having intimacies with strangers without any ‘rubber’.

My dad’s gift wasn’t just about giving me a ‘rubber’; it was about teaching me the importance of being safe and responsible when it comes to having intimacies with others.

He obviously knew that we are young and no matter how parents like him warn us not to engage in casual intimacies, we would end up doing it.

He chose the unconventional way, but it worked out well

So instead of trying to warn us not to do so, he took the unconventional way to teach me to be aware of potential risks associated with having unprotected intimacies, and to always use protection when engaging in intimate activities.

To this day, I am grateful to my dad for giving me that ‘rubber’.

I know now that he was trying to protect me from potential risks associated with having unprotected intimacies, and I am thankful that he thought enough of me to take the time to teach me about safe practices.

He may not have said it in so many words, but I know that he was trying to show me how much he cares.

This happened just this morning, and I was thinking that maybe I can entertain some people with it!
I rarely post on Reddit, so if I messed up anything, I’m sorry.

A little context before we start this story.
My cat had one of her kidneys removed last Friday, she was experiencing gallstones and said kidney was extremely enlarged, this kidney is currently being examined in a lab as the vets had no idea what was wrong with it.

She has been on meds before and after the surgery and has been recovering well. Spending fairly large amounts of time in my room as its one of her comfort places. She’s a purebred cat and currently 14 years old.

So since yesterday around 8pm my cat was hanging out with me in my room.
She was on my bed so I joined her and we just cuddled and watched movies until roughly midnight when I was very tired and decided to try and sleep.
I shoved most of my clothes off my bed and she wanted to stay which was fine with me, she settled in the right corner of my bed on my feet side and my blanket ended up covering half of her.
Eventually, I fell asleep.

It was 2am.

I woke up the sound of my cat jumping off my bed, and seen the time I decided to let her out my room incase she was hungry or needed to use the toilet.
What I didn’t know was, that she took a huge dump in my bed.

Apparently, while still shooting faeces she jumped off my bed, and when I jumped out of my bed shortly after, I managed to narrowly avoid the brown splatters she left when she jumped off my bed and let her out my room.

I left the lights off, as I am not very fond of light. I had no idea that there was **** everywhere.
When I crawled back in my bed and started to back to sleep I started to smell the surprise gift she left me.
I thought “Ain’t no way she took a dump in my bed”, so I went to sleep just thinking it was a singular crap somewhere, cause that just happens sometimes. And that I’d clean it up in the morning, as I was way too sleepy.

Well, I was wrong.

It was around 9am when my mom came in and woke me up.

Now I am not a morning person at all, it is safe to say I get suicidal urges every day I open my eyes in the morning, and it takes at least an hour for me to properly wake up and get my brain going.
She was talking to me but I didn’t hear anything as I was still half asleep and stretching, so I only heard my muscles, if you understand what I mean.
The only word I picked up was “poop”, and I already knew that so I didn’t think much of it.
At this point I still thought my cat had left a singular dropping somewhere in a corner of my room.

Eventually an hour later (for clarification, I think I became smell blind to it after sleeping with it in my room for apparently 8 hours), I decided to get my ass out of bed, this is when I saw the humongous (now smeared out) brown stain (with clumps still there) in the corner of where my cat had slept.

I jumped out of bed, and yet again narrowly avoided the brown splatters that were there. I looked around and saw another huge assmark close to my closet. Now my cat also has a history of pissing in my closet when she was younger, so I made sure to check she didn’t attempt to wipe her ass on my clothes. Luckily she did not.

But, it gets worse! 😀
At this point in time I thought only my room was hit with her anal explosion, it was not.

When I made my way to the upstairs hallway to have breakfast with my family, I saw another huge brown stamp right out of my door, followed with a huge skid mark towards the stairs.

At this point my heart dropped and I started to half-run down the carpeted stairs.
As you may have guessed, my cat tried to wipe her behind on these as the carpet has quite a rough texture. Three of the steps were brown.
I jumped over them and almost landed in another skid mark in the downstairs hallway.
The downstairs hallway is tiled, but the tiles are filled with all different types of stone (though a smooth surface), so it was almost impossible to see at first. Tippy-toeing like they do in cartoons I tried to avoid the large amount of feces and entered the living room.

It was a massacre.
There were skid marks every where, and I genuinely mean every where.
If I had to describe it in one sentence, I’d say it looked like a Formula 1 race track, with brown skid marks.
It was all over the floor.
Luckily she saved most our furniture, bless her.
The one exception was our coffee table, where my brother’s homework was located, I hope his teacher believes him.

I offered my mom to clean it all up as the culprit is my cat after all.
I got to scrubbing the floors.
The more I scrubbed the more I found, it was in every corner of the living room, one of the marks was even an 180° which was pretty impressive.
We moved the couch as our other cat had thrown up under there earlier, and lo and behold, another huge crapstamp. Even one of the bathrooms wasn’t safe for her excretion missiles.

Unsure if I have mentioned before, but this diarrhoea was liquid.

I have finished cleaning everything and my hands are pretty numb from my violent scrubbing.
I feel pretty guilty, if I only had turned on my lights I would’ve seen what was happening and could have prevented it from spreading through the entire house.

My cat is now sleeping behind my PC as I am writing this.

I guess I could say this really is a new core memory for me.

Just to clarify, we are in no way mad at her and she will not be punished, instead we will be reporting this incident to the vet.

A man posted on Facebook stating that his wife was fired on the 2nd day of her new job because she discussed her salary with her new colleagues.

Here is the story:

Salary is often a taboo topic in the office, but is it that big of a deal that people can’t talk about it?

My wife just got fired on her 2nd day on the job because she discussed wages with her coworkers

Yesterday at work my wife’s new coworkers asked her how much she made and when she told them they found out she made more than them. Fast forward to today when my wife gets to work she finds out that one of the new coworkers quit over the wages and they fired my wife on the spot for discussing wages.

What do we do?

Here are what netizens think:

• In most employment contracts, often states that the salary is a secret and most people won’t even talk about it.

• Sometimes, people get into trouble for talking too much. This is true.

• She probably deserves it cause her contract sure got state. If not they also won’t fire her on the 2nd day of work.

• Sometimes being honest might not be a good thing, better to keep you mouth shut and move on and find another job.

I had been working in my current position for almost two years when it happened.

In my work progression, I had just been deployed to another team at my workplace and with the new responsibility came a whole new set of challenges.

My new boss was an attractive lady who had just broken up

One of them was my boss. She was an attractive lady in her late 30s and had just gone through a nasty break up and it had taken its toll on her.

She was lashing out and taking her anger out on us.

At first, I tried to be understanding and supportive, as I had been through a similar situation myself. I tried to offer her comfort and understanding, but nothing seemed to work.

She was still taking out her frustrations on us, and it was making our work environment unbearable.

That’s when I realized I had to take drastic measures.

I decided to get into her mind by hooking up with my her. Before I get flamed, I am at least a decent looking dude in my mid 30s.

It was a risky move, but I felt like it was the only way to make her realize we were all in this together.

Went for drinks then back to my place

I started by asking her out for drinks after work. I was nervous, but I knew it was a necessary step if I wanted things to get better. Thankfully, she accepted and I was relieved.

We went out and had a few drinks together and before I knew it, we were back at my place.

That night, I tried to make it as special as possible. I wanted her to realize that I was there for her and that I would do anything to make her feel better.

Thought I was screwed but my boss actually loved what I did

The next morning, I was sure she would regret what happened and would be angry with me. But to my surprise, she thanked me.

She said that it had been a good distraction from her break up and that she felt better now.

Ever since then we started to hook up more frequently and our work environment has been much better.

My boss is no longer taking her frustrations out on us and is much more understanding and supportive. We’re all equally relieved and grateful for what I did.

I never expected that hooking up with my boss would make such a difference.

But I’m glad it did, because it saved my team from a lot of pain and suffering. 

I hate having old parents, I (21F) have both my parents still with me luckily (M69) and (63F) but I hate that they had me so old.

I’m finally growing into adulthood where I could enjoy their company but they’re old now too. It’s 3:39 am and I’m sobbing because my dad is going to turn 70 soon enough and I’m so scared.

Sometimes I purposely don’t pick up the phone so he will leave me a voice mail I can keep if he passes just in case.

I’m so scared of the future without them. I don’t want to lose my mommy and daddy. I’m just now healing from trauma I had when I was little and I spent years being bitter and wanting away from them but now I just want to hug them forever.

I’m so scared I can’t stop crying..they mean the world to me and they’re the only family I have besides my pets..

I’ve told my mom this before and she said she worried when she was 30 and her parents didn’t die until she was 50 but thats the thing..she had them until she was 50 YEARS OLD.

If I’m lucky mine will be around maybe until I’m 30-35 that’s too young. I want to take them on vacations with me, have dinners, have the life I want them to experience, everything but what if they get too old before that?

What if they see me not get married before then? I’m so scared why do parents have to die? I just want my parents to be in their 50s..I need more time..