I had been a manager at a pub in Chinatown for nearly five years, and I had enjoyed my time there.

I worked hard and earned a lot of respect from the regulars who came in every night.

My job also required me to do a bit of PR and with PR there tends to be a little flirting in my words.

All was well and fine, the patrons seem to like the way I spoke and I was also just doing my job.

But recently, things had started to change.

Over the past few months, there were a few boyfriends of these patrons who came over to the pub.

They would come and look for me, get too rowdy, and generally cause a disruption.

Apparently some of these female patrons had taken an interest in me, and kept wanting to come back to look for me and did not bother about their bfs at all.

As a result, some of them got jealous and wanted to settle the score with me.

It was getting to the point where I was starting to dread going to work each night.

I was constantly on edge, waiting for the next issue to arise. I had spoken to them numerous times to try and get them to understand that there was nothing going on between me and their gfs, but it seemed to have no effect.

After a particularly bad night, I decided enough was enough. I had had enough of the constant disruption these guys caused and I quit my job. I knew it wasn’t the smartest decision, but I just couldn’t take it anymore.

My last day at the pub was bittersweet. On the one hand, I was finally free from the stress and worry of having to deal with these guys every night.

On the other hand, I was sad to be leaving a job I had come to enjoy and a place I had grown to call home.

As I left, I felt a strange sense of relief. I had made the right decision and I was ready to move on to something new.

But I also felt a deep sadness. I realized I would never again experience the camaraderie, the laughter, and the joy of being a part of the pub family.

I had grown tired of the constant disruption caused by these patrons, and it was time for me to move on.

It was a hard decision to make, but in the end, I knew it was for the best. I just wished things could have been different.

Life is better overseas

Lol. I was a singaporean, currently Australian. Am in my 30s. Recently watch Lawrence wong video on “heart” work and income disparity. Please la.

I graduated from ITE. my whole life, everyone in sg looked down at me. When I started working as an ite grab, I was only paid $1.6k and was told I “deserve” that pay as I am from ite.

Packed my bags, left for aussie and am now a plumber. I earn more than 100k here, even after paying my taxes, I am easily earning 80k.

What kinda ite grad, in sg, doing hands work like plumbing, can earn 80k after taxes. Moreover, I am nt a boss of a plumbing company. Just a simple plumber.

Ppl like us, in nursing, construction, plumbing all should leave sg. Other places better. Pls la, minister in sg talk cock only. End of the day, the poor plumber pay will increase from 1.6k to 1.8k max lo. Coz in sg, always will have cheaper labour across the causeway mah.

Here are what netizens think:

• Nothing wrong to be a plumber, is a decent and down to earth job. And if I engage a plumber here, not cheap here lor , easily $100++ per trip. Glad that you found a better life in Australia, enjoy ur lifestyle there.

• All, groceries are not necessarily cheaper in Australia than sg. Depending on your basket of purchases. Like for like a kg of salmon fillet in sg is 1/2 to 2/3 the price of salmon in Australia. Alcohol isn’t much cheaper either for a pint.Public transport is a nightmare in some areas. At the end of the day it’s all about your choice of what you can accept.

• Nope. I rather hold my current salary than having white folks yelling at me to go back to where I came from.

• It’s quite a level playing field n most people can live a fairly decent life in terms of access to housing , healthcare etc . I guess it’s the belief in equality so most people can make it if they are willing to work hard. Less likely to be looked down upon or think your profession is lowly hence lots migrate over.

I’m 27f grandparents are Mary 70f and John 72m. They’re technically not my grandparents I met them when I was 10 they lived next door.

My mom was single and working multiple jobs 7 days a week. So we kept each other company and developed a grandparents/granddaughter relationship.

They have 2 kids and 4 grandkids. I’m not sure how old they are but likely in their 50s. When I was younger I would joke and say “when you die in 100 years please leave me your teapot sets.”

She’d laugh and say she’ll put it in the will. I moved away as a teen but we still talk every day.

I went to visit last year and she had everyone over for dinner. When she brought out dessert she brought the teapot out. I said don’t forget to leave me that in your will. She said, “oh don’t worry you’re getting everything.”

I laughed because I thought she was joking. She wasn’t I’m the sole heiress in their will. Her kids were pissed! They came up to me when I was getting in my car and told me they knew what I was doing and I should be ashamed.

I told them they’re the ones who should feel shame. They live their lives as if they don’t have parents. They go on yearly family vacations without them. Mary calls me crying because nobody visits (unless they need favors)or brings them along. They rolled their eyes and told me I was out of line and that it was family business and I wasn’t family.

Now the inheritance is a lot. It could pay off my car, loans, and I can move out. But it’s money they’ve been saving for over 50 years. They’ve received multiple inheritances and saved it all. The money would certainly help me but I think it’s unfair to be left all the money.

So, for months I’ve been trying to get them to use the money instead. To go travel like they always wanted. So after months of convincing them, they agreed. I set them up with a friend who is a travel agent and they’re planning a two-year-long vacation.

They’re super excited but their kids are not. They added me on social media and called me on there to tell me that what I was doing is wrong. That I have no business convincing them to waste their money.

I said they were ungrateful a-holes who couldn’t appreciate the parents that raised them and worked hard for them.

They said the only a-hole here is me because I’m making sure they spend their money because I knew if they left it to me they would fight me in court and win because they were promised the money years ago.

I hung up. They didn’t contact me again but I’ve heard they’re still upset. Now I’m feeling weird about it. Is it their right? Especially if they were promised it?

My [32F] perfect husband [35M] is getting too attractive and now I’m afraid to lose him

I have been with my SO forever, we met in our early twenties. We were a pretty even match back then but things have really changed.

We supported each other through everything, university etc. He very well educated now with masters degree in science and I’m a nurse. We have 2 wonderfull kids, economically stable and can afford to travel.

I also found 20 kg extra weight and it showed so about 2 years ago I went all in and lost 10 kg in a very short time.

My husband was extremely impressed and very supportive and also started training as he said he was inspired by my succes.

Today I’m no longer dieting and gained 4 kg again, so still a not loss. He however is still working out and really takes care of himself and he looks awesome… as in way out of my league awesome… this has made me extremely insecure and I have talked with him about my insecurities and he said he would never leave and he loved me all the rights thing but I still felt worried. I kind of said he should maybe train a little less, but he just replied we should lift each other up, not down and he would support me in dieting or any other thing I would do and I should support him in training..

He has started to live a more full live with hobbies a d activities and a lot of socializing at work.

I fear that he will realize can do so much better and leave. I miss my old husband who laid in the sofa with a chubby dad bod.

I (29f) regret divorcing my husband (29m) and want to reconcile. How to approach?

3 years ago I got pregnant and due to hormones and the stress of being pregnant I guess you could say I lost my mind.

I started listening to my parents about how he was not adequate still playing with toys when he is a grown man (he still has a group of friends he plays with) how he doesn’t provide enough (he earns good money just not good enough in their eyes, ffs we could afford to buy a house together in our 20s who can do that today), and other things which I will not get into here.

Anyway I became rude and snappy, treated him worse and worse and it culminated in me asking for divorce 1 year after our son was born.

During this whole time he was never fighting back. I believe he was even worried about me because pregnancy and having a toddler was stressful especially how I biologically had to bear most of the burden.

He would organize days of for me when the baby was born so I could go out or have his sister come over to watch over our son so we could go out.

But I didn’t see any of that. Now mind you we had our arguments but he was present and supportive of me and my plans.

Our arguments were more about how he would stay up late playing video games and not sleep enough, or people saying the wrong things nothing that couldn’t be worked out by talking.

When I asked for divorce he didn’t fight it. He said I will give you everything if you want just let me spend time with our son.

I agreed and that was the first time I noticed I messed up, not enough to call it off but it was the first of many stomach knots to come.

As you can imagine my parents were happy, his family more sad then angry that I divorced him.

Over the last years he would come and spend time with our son as often as he could and I would never fight it , I enjoy watching the two of them together.

Now as soon as the divorce was finished I started having regrets. They started out small. But they are unbearable now.

I miss how he would look for any chance to bite my hips, I would pretend I hate it and complain he would retort it’s my fault because I look adorable.

How he would drool in his sleep all over my arm. How he would say something romantic and then immediately proclaim himself the most romantic man alive and that I am so lucky to have him (it was infuriating how he would ruin aww moments).

This week my parents came over and apologized my dad told me they both noticed how unhappy I was, and the only time my eyes look alive is either when I talk about my son or his visits.

They said they should have been supportive and realized they had a hand breaking up my marriage. They just want me to be happy.

And if he made me happy they should have not treated him or our marriage as they did. I broke down screamed how they ruined my life how I miss him and want back my husband.

They both hugged me and cried with me and said sorry in a thousand different ways. After we calmed down they said I should speak to him and see if there is any chance to try again.

He is always friendly when he comes and visits and whenever I need help he comes running, makes me feel optimistic I still have a chance.

Now just to clarify my parents are also to blame but most of the blame falls on me it was me who listened and me who filed for divorce.

My question is, what to say how to approach him? Tomorrow he is coming to take our son for a walk and to the park.

Do I call him and ask to meet when he is not visiting? I need advice please help. I know I messed up and I’ll regret it for the rest of my life but I want another chance. He is single and has been since divorce same as me.