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[RookOnIt @RookOniT]

I am so sick of people saying money isn't the answer. It solves nearly every problem.

Health problems? With enough money nearly everything but death can be solved for now.

Ugly? Not anymore. Access to the best fashion, people who can chose it for you, best hair stylists,

[Lissa♥️♥️ @lizzkelly7]

My husband told me his business partner was just helping him through the divorce.
Then she started sleeping in our guest room.
I stayed quiet.
Until my son walked into my room holding a folder.
"Mum, Dad told her this was hers."
Inside was the title deed to our house.

[UYI @miz_uyik]

The cashier looked at me, looked at the money in my hand, and quietly said,

"Please don't pay with that."

I froze.

There was nothing unusual about the $1,000 note. It had come straight from the ATM less than an hour earlier.

"Why?" I asked.

She leaned closer.

[mlaguzi🚬 @omwanba_]

imagine your "friends" calling you the 'backup friend' to your face at dinner. yeah, that happened.

we were all out, just messing around like usual. then someone said i was basically the 'backup friend' because i'm "always available when everyone else is busy." i laughed it..

[Mario, PT @Mario_Sneh]

My dad has always had one very specific way of making his tea, and growing up, I thought it was just one of those things parents did without thinking.

A few months ago, I was visiting my parents and made him a cup while he was outside. I added the exact amount of milk and sugar I’d watched him use for years, then left it on the table for him.

When he came back, he took one sip and looked at me. “Who made this?”

[꧁༒☬ 𝔾𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕝 ☬༒꧂ @Gabbrielxzn]

My 15 year old daughter’s first boyfriend is at our house tonight for dinner and so far he’s complimented my wife’s cooking, laughed at my jokes, showered my daughter with gifts, is happily wearing the unsightly matching pajama bottoms she bought him AND also making it extremely hard for me to be the stereotypical judgmental daughter dad to him because, gawd damnit, he’s a REALLY good dude.

[God save Obadiah @GodsaveObadiah1]

THE MAN WHO ALWAYS BOUGHT TWO

Every morning, Daniel stopped at the same roadside bread shop before work.

He always bought one loaf of bread and two bottles of water.

The woman selling them eventually asked, “Why do you always buy two?”

Daniel smiled.

“My wife likes cold water.”

The woman noticed something strange.

Daniel always spoke about his wife in the present tense.

“She’ll be happy I remembered.”

“She doesn’t like the soft bread.”

“She’ll complain if I come home late.”

But she had never once seen his wife.

One rainy morning, the woman finally asked,

“Sir, where does your wife live?”

Daniel paused.

Then he pointed toward the cemetery across the road.

“My wife is buried there.”

The woman was confused.

“Then why do you still buy her water?”

Daniel smiled sadly.

“She used to wait for me every morning.”

“When she was alive, I would come home from work with bread and water.”

“One day, I came home late.”

“She had already gone to sleep.”

5. The next morning, she died in her sleep.

No warning.

No goodbye.

Just gone.

Daniel never forgave himself for that one night.

Since then, every morning before work, he bought two bottles of water.

One for himself.

One for her.

He would sit beside her grave for ten minutes and talk about his day.

Years passed.

The bread seller eventually became his friend.

One morning, Daniel didn't come.

Neither did the next morning.

Or the next.

She became worried and asked around.

A neighbor finally told her:

“Daniel died three days ago.”

The woman couldn't believe it.

“But he was here every morning.”

The neighbor nodded.

“He left something for you.”

It was a small envelope.

Inside was a handwritten note:

“Thank you for selling me two bottles every morning.”

Then one final sentence:

“For the first time in 12 years, my wife won't have to wait for me anymore.”

The woman looked toward the cemetery.

Two fresh graves now stood side by side.

Daniel had finally kept his promise.

He never wanted his wife to wait alone again.

[SpectreNBA @spectreNBA]

My parents have been claiming me as a dependent but I have been paying all of my own expenses!

I'm 24, I live and work full time in Colorado, and have lived in an apartment with roommates since the beginning of last year.

I pay my own rent, food, insurance and other expenses.

While gathering documents to file my taxes, my dad casually mentioned that he and my mom had already filed and claimed me as a dependent again.

I told him I didn't think they could do that anymore because they aren't financially supporting me.

He said their accountant has “always done it this way” and told me not to worry about it.

I don't want to start a family fight over taxes, but I also don't want to submit information I know is wrong or lose something I'm entitled to claim myself.

What documents should I gather to establish that I'm supporting myself?

Is this something I should talk to a tax professional about before I file?

[Queeneth @Queeneth01olx]

Chioma dated Femi for eight good months. If you read their WhatsApp chats, you would think Femi was husband of the year.

He was always dropping paragraphs of "You are my everything," "I see my future with you," and all the right things. But in real life? The guy was a ghost.

He would cancel plans last minute, leave her on read for a whole day, and only show up when it was convenient for him.

When she complained, his excuse was always the same: "Work is stressing me, babe."

One weekend, she fell seriously sick. She called him in the morning. He said, "Sorry babe, let me finish up this task and come see you."

He never showed up. No call, no text until the next evening, claiming he fell asleep. That was the day Chioma woke up to reality, packed her feelings, and blocked him everywhere.

Listen to me, some of you are dating WhatsApp avatars, not real human beings. You are holding onto the potential of a person just because they know how to type well.

Love is action. If his words are saying "I love you" but his actions are screaming "You are just an option," my dear, believe the actions. Stop letting people treat you like a convenience store they can visit only when they are bored or hungry.

If somebody actually wants you, they will make time. No be rocket science. No busy person is too busy for the person they truly value. Abi you think say true love na by voice note?

Raise your standards. Stop making excuses for grown adults who know exactly what they are doing. If the consistency is not there, carry your bag and walk.

[Prettypearl @TochukwuAgba]

His ex actually agreed to talk to me.

The conversation was surprisingly helpful. He gave me his side of what happened between them and pointed out some things I hadn't noticed before.

He also told me that my boyfriend talks about me a lot and, from what he could tell, genuinely loves me and is happy with me.

I know it sounds strange getting relationship advice from an ex, but some of what he said actually helped me understand my boyfriend better.

Eventually, my boyfriend and I worked things out.

[Mr Joel @JoelExpro]

My wife called me her partner… then handed me nearly ₦2 million in bills and asked me to figure it out.

I was about to leave for a quick work trip when my wife called me.

She said, As your partner, I think you should know what we’re dealing with.

Then she listed the bills: school fees, the baby’s creche, food, milk and other expenses.

I listened and said, Okay. Since you’re telling me this as my partner, how much are you contributing as my partner?

That question changed the whole conversation.

She looked at me and said, I’m already doing a lot. I cook, clean, take care of the kids and handle the house.

I asked, I understand. But financially, which of these bills are we sharing?

She replied, “I’m the wife. You’re the husband. That’s your responsibility.”

I paused.

So we’re partners when it comes to the bedroom and in my money, but when it comes to your money, it’s yours?

She said, Exactly. I’m not the husband.

Why is all women built this way or is this just the model of the wife God chooses to give me ?

[Iamemperor @Iamemperor00]

My boss called me into his office and said, “I need you to sign something.”

I asked what it was.

He said, “Nothing serious. Just a standard company form.”

I read the first page.

It was an acknowledgment that I had voluntarily resigned.

I looked at him and said, “I’m not resigning.”

He smiled and said, “I know.”

That sentence immediately made me uncomfortable.

I asked why I was being asked to sign a resignation letter if I wasn’t resigning.

He leaned back and said, “You’ll understand soon.”

I refused to sign.

He didn’t argue.

He just said, “Okay.”

The next morning, I noticed something strange.

My access to one of the company systems had been removed.

I asked IT about it.

They told me my manager had submitted a request the previous evening.

I called my manager.

He said it was “probably a technical mistake.”

[street lifer @streetlifer1]

My grandmother made beans and cornbread three nights a week when my mom was growing up, not out of tradition, just because it was what stretched furthest on what my grandfather brought home from the mill.

My mom hated it. Told me once, half-laughing but not really, "That was poor food. I swore when I had my own house I'd never serve it."

She kept that promise. I grew up on things from boxes with brand names on them, and never once had my grandmother's cornbread, because my mom associated it with a version of herself she'd spent a lifetime trying to leave in that kitchen.

My grandmother passed four years ago. The recipe went with her — nobody had written it down, because why would you write down what everyone just assumed would always be there.

Lately my feed's full of chefs plating "elevated grandma food" — beans and cornbread, $19 at restaurants with exposed brick walls, captioned things like "honoring humble roots."

I don't really know how to feel about that. My mom spent her life running from a dish that a stranger with a tasting menu is now getting praised for rediscovering.

I made a version from a recipe card a cousin had, last month. It wasn't right. I don't think it can be, without the person who made it out of necessity instead of nostalgia.

[KAHALA @KAHALA123Y]

Last woman I dated, over two years ago, had several severe food allergies. I mean anaphylaxis shock dying type of allergies.
She asked if she could come over and spend a day with me, we had been dating a couple of weeks by that time, so I said yes, and that I would make lunch. I got a list of what she was allergic too and what she didn't eat due to preference, diet, religion.

[KAHALA @KAHALA123Y]

When I got back with all her favorite forbidden foods, she was awake. And yeah, she was upset no one was there when she came to. I explained I was just keeping my word, and she actually laughed it off. But then she told her mom. My MIL went absolutely ballistic, saying I should've stayed by her side and gotten the food later. Honestly, I just wanted to make her happy. Did I screw up that bad?

[KAHALA @KAHALA123Y]

I left my wife alone at the hospital right after she gave birth. To be fair, I was fulfilling a promise. My mother-in-law still brings it up years later. During her pregnancy, my wife had wild cravings for foods she couldn't have. She made me promise her to the high heavens that the *second* she gave birth, I'd get her a feast. The birth was brutal, she ended up needing surgery and was out for a while. I thought, 'Now's my chance to deliver on that promise!' So I did.

[SILVER @Read_Meee]

i just put down my exact total plus a 20% tip and said no thanks. Of course, that made the rest of the night weirdly akward. Apparently, not wanting to pay an extra $30 for drinks i didn't even touch makes me the bad guy who 'ruined the vibe.' Guess I'm just staying home next time.

[SILVER @Read_Meee]

we ordered through the MenuForma page at the table, so everyone could literally see on their phones who added what. There was zero confusion about individual totals.

Despite that, when it was time to pay, the guy who drank three margaritas just goes, 'Let's just split it evenly, its easier.' An even split meant I’d be paying almost $50 for my single burger.

[SILVER @Read_Meee]

I am officially done with group dinners where 'lets split it' means subsidizing your $15 cocktails

i don't care if it makes me look cheap, i am done being the personal ATM for people who want to 'share costs' at the end of a meal.

Friday night, four of us went out for a casual dinner. I got an $18 burger and stuck to tap water (i literally just wanted a quick bite). Two of the others immediately started ordering $15 cocktails, extra sides, and a massive appetizer platter because 'we're all sharing anyway.'

[SILVER @Read_Meee]

Why does this man refund me my money? I’m like you did not need to do that. The food was good. I’m walking out of here happy. He’s like I gotta take care of my people and we didn’t get it right. I say can I order some food to go cause I’m also trying to take care of my people lolololol. He says yeah til he realizes what I’m doing and then says no just come back another time and we’ll get it right. Little does he know, I don’t live here but I will be sending my brother in here ASAP to spend $.

Aka I will be sponsoring the trip. 😂

[SILVER @Read_Meee]

I just went to Donny’s Breakfast Spot in LA. It’s black owned and a vibe. It was SO good. But I didn’t like my waffle. Truly a personal preference. I don’t like cinnamon and it had cinammon in it. No biggie. I stop eating it and eat the rest. I pay and am sitting there drinking my water and the waiter takes the food back. The owner comes up to me and asks me if I didn’t like my waffle. I’m like no, but it’s cool. I just don’t like cinammon that’s all. Yall.