For context, I’ve had a tough relationship with my dad all my life. I grew up as him almost being and acting like my brother instead of my dad. He never worked and my mom paid all the bills and worked. I tried to tell her to get divorced but she never listened. As a kid I found a lot of shady things about him which cause me to even not want a relationship with him. Even when we lived under the same roof he and I hardly interacted and he never showed interest in being with me so I just ignored him. To add that I was born with a small defect causing me to get a lot of surgeries growing up, to which he never really helped me and at some points just let me to die all day on the couch while I couldn’t move. Even when he had no job he always found excuses to not be home when I had my surgeries. When I went to uni he and my mom split and I had to come back home to help my mom out.

In which I told him I never wanted to see him again and now that my mom and him were no longer a thing, I didn’t want him around me. He backed off for a bit but a few days ago he came in and trashed our home in search of whatever he could take besides what he took the first time he left the house. He left all his trash out and took some valuables my mom had. So I explored and went to where he lived, I called him and he answered.

I asked him why he did what he did, he said it was his home to so he had a right. To which I laughed and said it wasn’t his house because he didn’t pay a single thing but only my mom and its why shes the only owner of it. I asked him to come drop his keys to me. He got angry and said I was an ungrateful girl who couldn’t see what he did for me and my mom and that he had all rights to the house and that he wouldn’t give me his keys.

I again exploded and let out all my years of frustration and anger towards him and towards the end I said that when he dies or gets old, being his only daughter I wont do or feel a single thing for him. I wished him luck and told him to forget he has a daughter for the rest of his life. I then ended the call and left.

I told my mom about it and she agreed with me, but his whole family is calling me out telling me how I could talk to him that way. That I should have more respect towards him being my dad and I owe him for everything including being born. And that no matter what he did I have to forgive him and ask forgiveness.

I brushed it off a little but they keep talking to me about it and some of my moms family also said I was harsh.

A girl posted on social media after she was rejected by a tall guy, the tall guy told her that he can get any girl he wants because of his height and the girl started complaining online

Here is the story:

I just rejected a desperate guy because we are not compatible nad his totally. He then accuse me that I rejected him because he was short and curse and swear at me “I’m not good enough for him.” bla bla bla.

Men under 183cm tall need to shut up. Seriously. If you were taller than 183cm, I would guarantee you, you would come up with some other excuse for why you are not getting women. Seriously. The amount of times I have heard “you are a waste of 183cm ” is ridiculous.

Women are not going to “do it” with you just because you are over 183cm. Let me reiterate, women are NOT going to do it with you, just because you are tall.

Stop complaining and stop comparing. Thank you.

Here is what netizens say:

• It’s not long but it’s also very thin. They call me linguine for a reason.

• What it lacks in length it makes up for in skinniness.

• I’m 183cm and I suspect there are several women who don’t want to do it with me.
  
• A buddy I work with is 170cm and not much to look at, and his wife is at least 178cm or 180cm and smoking hot. This guy is the nicest, funniest, most confident man I’ve ever met in my life. Personality supersedes everything.
  
• Dont get me wrong but … women are usually more mature when it comes to choosing a partner that has a great personality vs a good looking 10/10 partner. Men never give normal looking women the same treatment, even if you look decent and dont wear make up or whatever your chances are lower in comparision with with the others. Personality doesnt always supersede everything.

This story took place in my household when my daughter was about four or five years of age, and it is a true story.

I used to put my daughter to bed by reading her a story and sitting in her room until she went to sleep, this allowed me to spend much-needed quality time with her after very long day’s on the job.

We started to notice that when we woke her up in the mornings to go to daycare she always complained of being tired. After a few weeks of her complaining to be tired and not wanting to get up for school, we started to question her. I knew for a fact that she was going to sleep because many of nights I had fallen asleep on her floor and upon wakening to take myself to bed; I would notice that she was sound asleep.

After some prompting and questioning her, this is the story that she told us. It seems that very late in the evening after we were all in bed asleep, she would be awakened by an old lady with a very colorful long dress that would tickle her feet and wake her up at night. My daughter exclaimed the lady never spoke just smiled, gave her a couple of tickles on her feet and just sat and watched over her until she fell back asleep.

This occurrence happened for over a month, and although I made it a point to spend the night in her room a couple of times just to confirm or debunk her claims, this apparition still came in the quite of the night after I was asleep and continued the ritual, despite the fact my large butt was laying on the floor. I never heard my daughter stir and never caught a glimpse of the old lady.

At one point my daughter happened to see a photo of a person wearing a colorful kimono, at which point she exclaimed that the lady that had been visiting her wore a colorful dress just like that, not the same one in the picture but similar. Now my daughter is half Japanese and at that point in her life she had never worn or seen anyone in a kimono, but she was dead set that this was similar dress to what the old lady wore upon entering her room and interacting with her.

After many discussions with my wife, we chalked it up to my wife’s Grandmother who may have been doing the visitations. My wife had been close to her Grandmother and was the first one at a very young age to find her grandmother deceased in the bathtub. Needless to say it was a traumatic experience for my wife who again was so very close to her grandmother. Prompting more of a description of the kindly old lady from my daughter as to what the lady looked like it was confirmed that it was my wife’s Grandmother visiting the grandchild she never got to see. We were overjoyed by this and yet broken up and wished we had the chance or ability to see her and express our love and thanks for looking over our daughter.

However as the month passed with my daughter being awaken every night and tired in the morning, with a heavy heart I went into my daughter’s room while everyone was out of the house and with the utmost respect and reverence asked Grandmother not to wake the baby anymore, she needed her rest for school and that we loved her and were happy she wanted to visit and see her Grandchild, but she could no longer wake her up or let her see her…truly it was one of the hardest and heartfelt things that I have done, but I knew it was right. The next evening my daughter had a sound sleep, when asked she told us the old lady had come to say good-bye and never showed herself again.

As I write this I am so thankful that from beyond the grave Grandmother wanted to see and meet her Granddaughter, and although we have never had another encounter with the Grandmother in the Kimono I know that she is still out there watching over our family.

I hate my life. I hate my kid. I resent my family. I resent my inlaws. I resent my wife. I hate myself.

I never wanted kids, but was never adamantly against having one. I get married. My wife knows how I feel about kids. When we were engaged – my answer was “maybe one, definitely not more.”

As my friends started having kids, I started leaning heavily against having kids. Some parents had good kids. Some parents had bad kids. Even the easy kids looked like too much work.

Queue my wife’s sister dying. All of a sudden “family” is SUPER important to my wife. I get that.

At this point my answer to kids was still no. My wife bothered me and bothered and bothered me. Eventually I was convinced. The deal was her parents would come live near us.

I was convinced. I was so dumb. I was told not to worry about all the realities of having a kid and losing my life – because grandma and grandpa are nearby and would be all the parents baby ever needed. Since my wife’s sister died – she was the only hope for grandkids.

My wife and her parents worked me over so good. They convinced me. They made good points. My wife’s parents were in their 50’s and good health – they would be here “beyond the baby phase” and “would have enough energy to keep up with a kid”.

I’m shown enough Disney movies and Kodak moment and am promised that I just have to be a good dad and provider. A 1950’s dad if you will – one where the mom unfairly does all the hard stuff. All the good and no bad? Cool – fine by me.

Well here we are, 11 years later. My kid has “ODD” which is pretty much alphabet soup for your kid being mean and defiant. Nothing else is wrong with them – the diagnosis is literally that they are vindictive and cruel and seek conflict. Not because they can’t communicate or are hypsersensitive to stimuli – but just because.

Guess what? Grandma and grandpa say the kid is “too much”. They haven’t helped for more than a day a month in almost 7 years.

I came home from work to my son spitting on the neighbors doorknob – his reason “get the neighbors sick”. Why does he want them sick? His amazon package got delivered to their house in the morning and they waited until evening to give it to him.

Well in returning for telling him not to do that, my son went into the attic and peed all over the box of memorabilia I have from my parents – who both died before I was 20.

I left the house and am sitting in my car. I don’t know if I’m coming back.

And I don’t want advice. This isn’t “lack of discipline” or “bad parenting”. I’ve read every book. I’ve worked shifts 6 days a week for a decade to pay for tens of thousands (probably 100,000’s) of therapy, behaviorists, counseling, classes. You name it.

At the end of the day, it is my fault. I am so spineless. I knew I didn’t want kids. I was convinced, because, well, I’m a jellyfish. And here I am. 45 years old, crying in my car.

My advice to other men and women out there: only have a kid if you 1000% want them. Don’t listen to others when they say they’ll “help”. They’ll help if you have a happy, bubbly easy-going kid. Not if you spawned the devil himself.

My husband confessed that he has been having an emotional affair and it’s breaking me

I’ve married my husband for 9 years we have a son together.

Last week he confessed to me that he thinks he has started an emotional affair with a coworker of his. He said that this has been going on for a few months and he didn’t feel guilty. He said that he never touched her romantically, but he had feelings for both of us. He said he, of course, would choose me over any woman but still I’ve been hurting since I found this it and I don’t know what to do.

The girl is in her mid 20s, she hasn’t had any kids, she’s so pretty and she has a piece of his heart. I don’t know what I’ve been doing wrong for him to catch feelings for another woman. This is devastating to me. Honestly I’d rather he had just slept with her and had no feelings for her whatsoever. That would be easier.

I don’t know how I can get past this. We have a family that I don’t want to break up and I still love him, and he’s ending everything with her, but now I feel broken. I don’t even know of I can trust him again.

I don’t know what to do.

He said he did not feel guilty because it was an accident and he didn’t intend for anything to go as far as it did.

There were a lot of messages exchanged between them and he said they went on 2 “dates” but there was nothing physical.

He said he’d end the affair but right now we can’t afford for him to quit the job. He said that he was going to stop seeing her outside of work and said he has already blocked her on everything.

When I was 11, I live with two sisters and my grandpa. My mother just gave us zero F and kinda moved elsewhere with her ex and she kind of abandoned us.

It was around 3AM , and I got up to get some water. Just for picture, one of my living room walls was almost completely taken by the window, which let some lights to get in(Typical HDB). When I was going back to my room, I went through the living room and saw someone very tall and very thin, as my grandpa, standing in front of the window. The thing is: it had no features. It was like a silhouette cut from the background, just black. I ran to my room in a panic. We live on the 11th floor and the window was not a corridor window, we have a corner unit.

A week later, when I got up in the morning, I found my grandpa laying on the bathroom floor. He had a stroke. The doctors said he had it around 3 a.m. Exactly a week after I saw the shadow. My grandpa never woke up. He died about two weeks later.

Just for additional facts, maybe just coincidences: it was August 17, 2003. It was my sister’s birthday. And exact nine years later I had my son.

Here are what netizens think:

• That’s both creepy and sad at the same time. I’m sorry for you and your family for losing someone like that. The date thing is really spooky though

• I dreamed of my grandpas death 2 weeks beforehand, everything happened exactly like in the dream. I am forever thankful for that, because this incident shaped my entire life into something very meaningful. When he died, I didn’t cry, it was as if I already processed everything. People are sad or shocked when I tell this story but I think it’s the most beautiful thing ever because it means there is more than we know. My grandpa also knew when he would die. Some weeks before his death, my grandma asked him what he wants for his birthday, beer of whisky.  He said he wants both because he will be buried on his birthday. Grandma laughed and shrugged it off. He in fact got buried on his birthday, and of course, Grandma respected his wish and our family celebrated his life with Beer and whiskey.

• Sounds like you saw his spirit! Or something like it since time doesn’t really exist after you cross over, at least not how the human mind comprehends time. I really believe that important dates in families are so significant that is so interesting that your son was born on that same exact day out of 365 others. My grandmother died on my first birthday.

I was mortified. I kept apologising and I started crying. I felt so gross.

He was really calm and patient. He told me it had probably seeped through the mattress and we’ll need a sponge and washing up liquid. He cleaned it up without a fuss, flipped the mattress, placed a towel on the wooden boards and we put a new sheet on.

He told me not to be embarrassed and then he confessed that he used to wet the bed all the time, up until he was thirteen, which is why he knew exactly what to do.

He told me how angry his parents would get, especially when they couldn’t afford a new mattress, how his dad used to hit him for it, how worried he was every night. He said “don’t you ever think I’ll upset over something like this, because I remember how angry my dad would get and the last thing I ever want to do is be like him.”

I felt so much love for him then. I still do. I’m going to love him forever, I’m sure. He makes my inner child so happy. He makes me want to be the best and most loving and kindest person that I can possibly be.

Netizen’s comments

• This is so sweet. I’m glad you have someone that makes you feel safe and accepted when something like this happens

• This is good, but also please buy a waterproof mattress encasement. It’s also great for if you spill drinks or have pets.