My boyfriend died this morning.

I keep crying in waves. It doesn’t feel real. I’m ready for the hospital to call and say he came back to life. I was supposed to be with him.

This man is my soulmate. There is nobody else like him. He is 28, his birthday is next week. I am 23. We renovated a house together and had primary custody of his 4 year old daughter. My life is completely entangled with his.

Every stupid item in this stupid house is him. It doesn’t feel real and I want to wake up. I will never forget his mom calling us and screaming he was dead. We were gonna start a business together, I wanted to have babies with him. He is the most amazing father, he did everything for her. We haven’t even lived here for a year.

I used to see videos of other people who had lost their partner and simply couldn’t imagine it happening to me and my perfect life. If I would have known when I kissed him goodbye that it would be the end, I would have never let him go.

I was supposed to go but woke up with a stomach bug. I should have powered through it and gone with him. He would still be alive.

This pain is unreal. I simply don’t want exist in a world without him. This world is absolutely hell.

I’m a professional housecleaner. My first house today was beautiful and pretty big (4,000+ sq ft.) I had never cleaned this house before today.

It’s kind of interesting to clean the home of people you have never actually met while they are not home. I never snoop but I do learn about people just by the state of their house or whatever is out. These people seemed like they really needed us. I would guess they are busy and don’t have much time for cleaning and organizing (but definitely have an active S life judging by the master bedroom).

I love cleaning dirty houses and was like amping myself up by doing a mini Rocky training montage warmup and finding the perfect music to work to. I was sweating like 4 hours in but I was getting this house sparkling! All I had left to clean were the floors when a man walked in.

I welcomed him home and let him know I just needed to clean the floors and would be finished soon. He looked super confused and then kind of grinned and asked if I was his birthday gift. I didn’t really know what he meant. Maybe his wife scheduled the service on his birthday? I just answered with, “maybe? Happy birthday, Mr. Henricks!” To which he looked even more confused and told me his name was not Henricks.

Well. That’s because his next-door neighbour, my actual client, is Mr Henricks. I walked my happy self into the wrong house and cleaned the hell out of it. And then the guy who lived there came home and thought I was a S worker role-playing as a housecleaner hired by his wife as a birthday present.

I was so totally embarrassed explaining myself to this guy and my boss. (The entry instructions in the app said the client wouldn’t be home but that there was a key under the mat. There was no key under the mat but the front door was unlocked ). This is not even the first time in my life that I have let myself into the wrong house, although the first time was not a work thing.

On the plus side, the dude was so happy with how clean his house was that I finished the floors and he paid me what my company would have charged him plus a tip!

Here are what netizens think:

• I mean. Sounds like a happy ending to me!

• My mom has been a housecleaner for as long as I been alive, damn she knows how to clean a house. She admits she loves the smell of diluted bleach after cleaning and so does her cat, her cat will roll around anything cleaned with bleach and will like rub her face alllll over your hands if they smell like it lol… apparently it mimics some pheromones in wee.

• At least you still got paid lmao so your efforts were not wasted

I spend $2,000 on a tailored suit and my wife is calling me selfish and pretentious

I work in an office and make just a shade under six figures. Pretty good salary, but nothing spectacular. it’s enough for a very comfortable living.

I’m 45, married (she’s 47), and we have two kids, a fourteen year old girl and ten year old boy. My wife is a stay at home mom. We’ve been married seventeen years.

I’ve always wanted to have a nice suit. We’re required to wear suits at work, but for my entire career (I’ve always been at the same company) I’ve always had dumpy suits, the “3 for $200” kind of thing.

I’m not entry level but not management, either.

Let me make it clear that I never deny my wife or children anything and have always prioritized their needs and wants. An agreed upon portion of my salary goes to our savings and retirement, some goes to the kids’ school funds, all our bills are paid, we don’t have any debt.

And my wife certainly has a generous allowance every month to get her hair done, nails done, buy clothes, go to yoga, go to brunch with the ladies and so on. Several hundred dollars a month.

My own, personal expenses are very low. My wife herself cuts my hair, I don’t really buy clothes except for socks and underwear, and my wife is most often the one who buys that stuff for me.

Despite me making a good salary, I can’t really justify getting a gym membership for myself, and I don’t want to glom onto my wife’s yoga because that’s her thing and I want her to have her space.

We have our date nights a few times a month so that’s a shared treat.

Anyway, the point is I’ve always been into fitness and have always been a runner and kept in good shape, especially for my age. But my suits make me look like a doofus.

I’ve always wanted a tailored suit and never owned one in my entire life.

I decided right when pandemic hit that I’d start saving money from my lunch allowance since I didn’t go to the office anymore and set it aside to buy a suit from a manufacturer whose ad I saw in one of my wife’s fashion magazines.

I told her I wanted a suit like that, but my wife just laughed it off. As a side note, just one of her several designer purses costs as much as the suit I eventually got.

Well, fast forward almost two years and I had a nice pretty chunk of change for myself. Even though I returned to the office long ago I got used to just making my own lunch and saving money.

I looked at our expenses at home and didn’t see anything that needed to be bought or repaired. Kids’ college fund is up to date and all debts are paid, wife still gets her hair done and goes mall shopping and gets her salon fix and all that, as always.

For the first time ever, I got myself measured for that suit I wanted. I bought it.

My wife doesn’t really get up before I go to work so the day I first wore it she didn’t see me leave in it.

But she saw me when I got home and she was really shocked and asked me if I went to a wedding without her or something.

I was really proud of myself and told her how I saved basically $20-30 a week for a year and a half and how I got myself that fancy suit from the ad.

She told me I looked really good and I thought she was proud of me for saving money like that. My kids told me I looked like a model. I know they were just building me up but it still felt good.

And at the office people were giving me compliments all day about how amazing I looked in my tailored suit.

Lots of men at work wear tailored suits by the way, and from what I’ve read, tailored suits often cost way more than what I paid. It’s just that no one is used to seeing me look so good at work.

Friday is usually jeans day at work but just to be a little funny I wear my tailored suit every Friday and it’s become this silly office thing where everyone knows that’s my “formal” day.

I have no plans to buy more tailored suits but I feel so happy and good when I wear it because I saved for it and it’s mine and I know I look good in it.

Yesterday (Friday) when I came home my wife took me aside and told me I was very selfish to spend all that money on myself and that wearing tailored clothes was pretentious, like I’m punching above my weight.

I felt horrible she said that and asked her if there was something she wanted that cost $2,000 dollars that she would have rather I spent the money on.

She just said it was sneaky for me to buy something so expensive without telling her.

I dunno. She spends money at will from what I earn and I don’t ask her about it. If she wants something she buys it. If she wants to spend $50 on lunch with her friends, whatever.

The only thing I guess where she has a point is if she wants to buy something especially pricey, like if she wants a new wallet or shoes that cost more than a few hundred dollars she’ll ask me if it’s okay and I’ll always say yes, use your best judgement, bills are paid and it’s fine.

Maybe I should have told her before I bought it.

I realize now that I didn’t tell her because deep down I knew she’d shit all over my plans.

No.

I’m not trying to look good for any other woman, and yes, wife and I still bang regularly and well.

I just feel like crap.

Still not going to stop wearing my Friday suit though.

I met an amazing girl and we hit off very well from the start. I was a V before I met her.

On the third date, we kissed and before we proceeded further, she innocently told me about her past 4 experiences (2 relationships, 1 fwb and 1 ons).The fwb and ons were just before she met me and she regretted those. It sullied the intimate kiss moment for me but I was willing to brush it aside.

On the subsequent meetings, without me asking, she showed me the pictures and races of the 4 relationships and it honestly messed with my head. I did not need to know the details and her just spilling everything hurt me so much that I cried when I went home. I tried to convince myself that her past is her past and I should just focus on the future but it did not work.

When we had S a few times, I did not enjoy fully because in my mind I was thinking that she must have learnt this from her fwb or her ons.

I went to see a therapist about it and the therapist told me that it was up to me to decide.

While many may say her past is her past, she is who she is because of her past, etc. You are not wrong but I was disturbed by the following things:

1- she told me too much info of her past without me asking and that was not appropriate. Especially on our special intimate day when we kissed.

2- I am a simple man who believes that everyone has a past and I don’t want to know everything about your relationship’s past

3- she did the fwb and ons immediately after her second relationship when she was feeling down and stressed from work. To make matters worse, she regretted it (the fwb guy started developing feelings and she was uncomfortable while she slept with the ons guy because she loved his tatoos). This hurt me even more for some reason.

4- I see S as a way to emotionally connect with people in a relationship. While S does not necessarily mean the same thing for her.

Even though we connected very well with each other. I felt that it was right to break up since our values are different and it would be fair to both of us.

But the one key takeaway is that you don’t have to force yourself to accept a person’s past. Its alright if you are not okay with it.

I broke up with her, yes I might be mental.

I love my son to death but he’s a freaking bum that refuses to do anything with his life
He’s a good kid but he’s 25 and has zero motive in life.

He spends any money he gets on games and sits at home on the computer all day

Every time I try to get him a job somewhere he always says he doesn’t want to “make someone else rich”

I try to get him to enroll in school and it’s “school teaches you to work for someone else”

When I ask what he wants to do, he says something business, like entrepreneurship and investments. Yet he doesn’t seem to understand that you need money to invest nor have any other business ideas.

He said his dream is to make money without doing anything because all the YouTubers he watches make it look extremely easy apparently

I’ve even tried so many times to get him to do something like sign on with the army but his answer is always “I’ll die before I sign on”.

I’m not sure why he thinks like this. I feel like the 100s of social media influencers he follows has something to do with it.

I’m not sure what else to do. Can anyone else relate?