My fiance and I have been together for five years. He’s the love of my life and I literally can’t imagine being without him. So the thought of doing this is making my stomach roll.

He was adopted and neither he nor his parents knew much about his medical history. A few weeks ago, he met his biological brother for the first time and found out that his birth father had passed from Huntington’s disease.

There’s a 50% chance that my fiance also has the genetic defect that causes Huntington’s, but he refuses to get tested.

It’s not the disease I’m scared of, it’s the not knowing. If we know he’ll get it, we can prepare financially, practically, and emotionally. He says a positive test result will hold him back from living his life, but I feel like it’s the opposite. How can we live with this giant maybe looming over us? How can I make smart decisions on where to live, how to budget, or even whether or not to have biological children with this man if I’m not allowed to have all the facts?

So, I’ve come to the decision that I have to break it off. I respect his decision, but I can’t understand or accept it.

I have literally no one I can talk to about this because it’s his secret and not mine to tell.

I just want to clarify a few things up here:

1. I would not leave him if he tested positive for the defect. I would not leave him if he got sick. I just want to plan for us to be able to afford the best life and care for him if he does – which means we’d have to start immediately.
2. I don’t want or need ‘perfect’ children. That isn’t realistic. But it is possible to avoid them being subjected to a 50/50 chance of having this disease. Of course there are alternative options, but again: they involve preparation and planning. I’m more than willing to take a full genetic panel as well.
3. Yes one or both of us could get cancer, or permanently disabled in an accident, or any other number of things. But I’ve come to learn that you can’t plan for every unpredictable thing life throws at you – this is the rare occasion that we do have the opportunity to prepare.
4. Essentially it comes down to the fact that we’re incompatible, regardless of how much we love each other. I’m a planner and he’s very laid back. Until now, these traits have complemented each other, but unfortunately they’ve brought us to an impasse that I don’t think we can both move forward from happily.

About 20 years ago, I lived in an apartment. I would hear knocking on the ceiling quite often. I asked my neighbour about it and she replied “oh, that’s just a spirit. It stopped once you moved in.” A bit after the knocking started, odd things would happen around the apartment: things would be moved, windows closed, lights turned off… things that you would say that I just forgot that I had done. Well, one night, I looked out my bedroom and saw the light from my computer on in the other room. I went in and the screen saver was off. When I went back to my bedroom, I laid down on the bed facing the other room to see if it happened again. It wasn’t long before I felt something touch my back side, it was a forceful touch. From that time on, I would wake up with four scratches on each shoulder at least once a week.

I switched bedrooms. The scratches stopped, but every time I was going to see my BF, my keys would come up missing. I would find them in the oddest places. Even though I knew that I wouldn’t put them in the bathtub, the kitchen cupboards, or my dresser, I brushed it off like I just misplaced them myself. My BF stayed over one night and in the morning he asked what I had done to him the previous evening. He showed me his neck, he had four scratches on one side and one on the other. It was as if someone grabbed his neck with one hand and scratched him. That was the last time that he came over and I soon found out that he was not a good person.

I moved out of the apartment and in with two friends. I could hear someone running every night. It stopped once I put a cross over the door. Other odd things happened. One night we were going to my aunt’s home to get my cousin’s Ouija board. I distinctively saw someone behind me when I was the last one to leave. My roommates also would hear someone walking around my bedroom when I wasn’t home.

A year later, I moved into my current home. My cousin moved in with me for a little bit. She would always say that she could hear someone walking up in my bedroom when nobody was home. Nothing much different than the happenings from my apartment happened… until I met my husband. That’s when the traditional “haunting” things started: doors closing, things falling, lights flickering, brand new light fixtures breaking…

I should say though, that my husband has since passed away as well.

There has been some small things that have occurred since: a car was speeding down the road and driving erratically, it would have hit me, but it hit a tree and changed its course.

I am convinced that whatever was in the apartment followed me. However, I do not think that it is malevolent. I think that it is protecting me like it did with my bf. What I am convinced of is that there is something very evil in my home. I say this because I would hear a very odd sound from outside. My dog would hear it. One night, my camera sent me a notification that it captured the sound. It sent chills up my spine that I told my children not to let any of the dogs out. I did investigate the area the next day and I could not find any signs of animals. I can’t attach the video with the sounds, but I was told by a medium that it sounds like a demon.

This same medium told me that the next time the lights flicker, I should tell “it” that it’s my home and it’s not wanted. Shortly after this, my daughter and I were cooking dinner. The lights in the kitchen were flickering for about 20 seconds before going out. I figured they were just burnt out. But, I laughed and said, “Can you not? This is my home and you don’t pay me rent so until you start paying, you need to leave my stuff alone.” I then walked into the dining room and the lights came right back on.

I also have a sleep app that records while I sleep. Many, many times it says that I am snoring. But, it actually sounds like a death rattle on one occasion I had woken in the middle of the night and heard it myself. One of the recordings actually has some other sound at the very end that is overlapping the rattle. Another recording had me talking in my sleep saying that something is heavy, then you can hear what sounds like footsteps walking away.

Recently, my son moved out of the home. I have put my dog’s food, water, crate and toys in the room. The past two days, my dog refuses to go in there, she used to go in there if he was in there. But now, it’s to the point that I literally have to take her food out of the room or she will not eat.

I am open to any advice about what to do and if anyone knows what is going on. Moving isn’t an option, I may be stupid, but I feel as if my husband is in the home and if I move, I will be leaving him.

A netizen shared how he told his sister that it was her fault that her son is being tormented by other kids at his school.

Here is the story:

So my 7-year-old nephew is an awesome boy and I love him to death. He is a pretty smart kid but has a pretty obvious speech impediment.

He talks pretty similarly to his 3-year-old cousin. for example, he says yeyyo instead of yellow, gween instead of green. He sounds pretty child-like compared to other children his age.

If you don’t know my nephew, you’d probably have a harder time understanding. It often frustrates him to repeat himself while we try to understand.

I really want my sister to get him help. I have suggested speech therapy for years. This obviously affects him negatively.

After the holidays, he’s back in school. He’s been getting targeted by an older kid since the first week of school, who calls him a baby.

And I’m certain the speech issue is why. I’ve also heard of an incident happening at school where the kid kept asking “are you sure this kid is older than me?” Over and over.

It breaks my heart and makes me furious at my sister who has never once tried to get him help. She doesn’t even try to correct or coach him at home. His father is out of the picture so it’s really up to her.

My sister was yet again crying about him getting targeted at school. And I told her I’m not sure why she’s upset considering it’s 100% her fault that he is getting bullied.

We’ve known this is an issue since he was 4. Now our mom is involved and angry at me because “if I’m implying that it’s her fault, I’m suggesting that he deserves to be tormented at school”.

It’s such a sensitive issue in our family but nobody seems to want to do ANYTHING to help.

My boss just asked me not to wear my normal pants to work and I’ve never been angrier

I wear normal pants to work. Our dress code is business casual, and I have gotten myself sized by a reputable tailor. All my slacks and chinos are from normal brands and are normal/relaxed fit.

However yesterday my boss called me into her office and told me I would no longer be allowed to wear the pants I normally wear to the office and would have to wear something “less revealing”.

Apparently, my “bulge” is inappropriate for the workplace. I have normal-size genitals. I actually measured it to make sure I wasn’t crazy, and I’m pretty close to the average.

Would a woman with a large chest be told she can’t wear anything but baggy clothes? Would she be told by her boss that she must wear nothing but restrictive sports bras to work?

I doubt it, especially in my work place where women two seats down from me wear far more provocative clothing than my damn slacks.

I asked her “what should I wear instead? These are my size” and she said “just go buy something looser or get a bigger size”.

I’m not rebuying my entire collection of work pants. Go ahead and report me to HR, lets see them try and fire me for having too much bulge.

To clarify, I’m aware that women have been told to “cover up” quite a bit in the workplace. I’m not dismissing that, just highlighting the very visible double standard of bodily expression in my own workplace.

Editor’s note: Wear a skirt and see what they say

I don’t want to care for my autistic brother when my parents die. He just turned 18 and my parents are starting to make plans. I can’t bring myself to tell them.

I have pretty much been told since I was a young child that I’d be in charge of caring for my younger brother when I’m older.

My parents have always been very against putting him in a home but he can’t live independently. My mom’s dream is that I’ll live in a big enough house where he can live, so he’ll have some independence but I’ll still be there.

Also, I wanna travel and raise my own kids, she just wants me to take my brother along for all of this.

Growing up, I was expected to sacrifice whatever I needed to in order to make my brother happy. There was one time when he wanted to wear my shirt because it was purple, I didn’t wanna trade shirts because his was too small and didn’t cover me properly.

I was in that awkward puberty phase of wearing training bras and was worried people would see it if I put on (his) white shirt. My mom made us switch shirts, and I cried the rest of the time we were out because my stomach and training bra were both visible.

That’s just the tip of the iceberg.

He just turned 18, and my parents want to start making formal arrangements.

I don’t want to take care of my brother. I spent my teen years resenting him, I just want to have a life that isn’t dependent on what he can and can’t do; I did that for 18 years and it was hell.

I don’t know how to tell my family. My parents have supported me financially while I’ve gone through school. I can’t afford for them to take their money back right now.

They would kill me now if I suggested putting him in a home. I feel stuck and I have absolutely no idea what to do.

A netizen shared a story thinking if he should send the following letter to his friend’s sister/mother as he is trying to save him from a foreign woman who is using him as a walking ATM.

Here is the story:

Hi,

I would like to inform you of a very sad message about your brother, he has been giving up to $1000 monthly to his Vietnam prostitute girlfriend and he has been lying to your whole family. I know that this message will spoil my relationship with him, but it’s ok, it’s for his greater good and his future of him.

As this is not the first incident and I have known him for more than 10 years. He even took a lump sum from him to start her clothing business and there was no return of investment.

He has left us no choice but to reveal the truth to his family. I sincerely hope that your parents can step in and stop him from being a total retard and send money to a woman that he meets less than 5 times a year, she constantly threatens him if he does not send money or buy her gifts such as the iPhone and apple watch. If you take a look at her Facebook she constantly lives in a life of luxury.

Imagine after she gets married to him, I believe the next target would not be just his salary.
This is not a joke, we have constantly reminded and advised him that love that is bought with money is not love, this is known as a deal or sounding cruder it is called prostitution. He met her in a disco and he bought her “attention” with tips and flowers.

2nd Girl:

His ex-girlfriend that he met in Malaysia is a prostitute that works as a masseur/prostitute in Johor Bahru and once send over $1,000 after he met her a couple of times due to a fake sob story she gave him. He has a habit that any girl that is willing to sleep with him for a small “token” is love.

Every month he tells me he does not have money, he told us he only give $300 only, but after we probe him more he revealed that he is giving more. He is currently a part-time employee at my company and I am reluctant to give him his salary, I feel like giving the salary to your mother to keep it for him as Im worried that the salary would end up in Ho Chi Min City.

Back then when I was still classmates with him, and a few of our friends failed to stop him, it has been 10 years. We need to stop him now before it is too late. We