The fact that sperm can survive inside a woman’s body for up to five days just waiting for an egg to drop so it can get you pregnant… men are actually evil. 😭
HR: We noticed you're not "showing up" 30 minutes before your shift starts like everyone else, per policy.
Employee: No, It’s not paid time and I'm in a hourly position.
HR: That's a company policy violation. You're getting put on a PIP.
Employee: It's also against federal law to have that policy and it not be "paid time."
HR: Excuse me?
Employee: Look up the Fair Labor Standards Act: (Wage Theft.) I'll wait.
Nobody left.
My dad cried, then laughed, then gave a toast anyway ,to me, not the marriage.
My cousin who never dances got on that floor and stayed there for 3 hours.
We used the wedding cake. We used the band. We used every dollar already spent.
Somebody posted a video of me dancing in my wedding dress at 11pm, mascara fixed, holding a margarita instead of a bouquet.
It got 2 million views before I even saw it.
The caption everyone kept repeating: “She didn’t lose a wedding. She won her life back.”
It’s been 8 months. I’m not dating. I’m not “healing out loud” on main either.
But I learned something that day standing at that mic:
You can let someone else’s exit write your story.
Or you can grab it back before the room even sits down.
By Anonymous
He’d posted a photo. Airport lounge. Caption: “sometimes you have to choose yourself.”
No call. No text. Just a caption for 4,000 followers to see before his own fiancée did.
I sat there in a half done wedding dress, mascara on one eye, and I had two options.
Cry in the bridal suite for the next 3 hours.
Or walk out there and tell 140 people the truth myself, before the rumors did it for me.
I chose the second one.
I walked into that reception hall , still in the dress, still half made up , grabbed the mic from the DJ and said:
“Change of plans. There’s no groom. But there’s an open bar, a band, and people I love in one room. So we’re still having a party. Just not the one we planned.”
My fiancé canceled our wedding 3 hours before it started.
I found out from the photographer, not him.
What I did next got the whole venue talking.
We’d been planning for 14 months. Family flew in from 3 countries. I was getting my makeup done when the photographer asked “so should I still set up at the altar or…?”
I said what do you mean “or.”
She showed me his Instagram story from 20 minutes earlier.
I deleted the complaint I started typing.
Now I tip $50 and leave her a 5-star note: “Thanks for the safe ride.”
Moral: The person ruining your morning might be surviving theirs.
“My daughter,” he said. “She passed last month. 7 years old.”
“Every morning at 6:05, my app pings for a ride near her school.”
“I accept because… for 30 seconds I think it’s her.”
“Then I see the name isn’t hers. So I cancel.”
He drove me to the airport for free. Made it with 4 minutes to spare.
I booked an Uber to the airport. 6:00am flight.
Guy accepted. Then canceled.
Booked again. Same driver. Canceled again.
Third time, I got in and snapped.
“Bro why do you keep canceling? I’m gonna miss my flight.”
He didn’t say anything for 2 minutes. Then he pointed to the back seat.
Car seat. Stuffed toy. A little girl’s backpack.
@luxemiaa Next time turn to the little girl and say, “ honey you could have had a window seat, but your mother spent the money buying something nice for herself instead. You have selfish mommy.” see how that goes over. If we are going to weaponize kids, two can play at that game.
@luxemiaa@Mario_Sneh Airlines need to come together with a bold statement that the seat that you have purchased is the seat that you will sit in and you will not harass anybody else to trade seats. As the plane begins boarding, an announcement needs to be made several times to make that clear.
I was flying home with a massive migraine and just wanted to sit in the window seat I purchased, put in ear plugs/sleep mask, close the window shade, and curl up. But there’s a little girl in my seat next to her mom. Mom dismissively said “take the aisle.” WRONG! I made them move and mom put her in the middle, which triggered a tantrum. Mom told me that if I wanted it to stop, give her my seat. Instead, I looked at the kid and very loudly said “ENOUGH!” Mom was pissed, but kid shut up 🤷♀️
@luxemiaa I chased down kids on an ATV and motorcycle with my horse on trails that are non motorized use, and well posted. Screamed at them like my hair was on fire. Hope I scared them enough to keep them from repeat trespassing.
Me to teenage boys throwing giant rocks off a bridge at ducks: (stops bike) Are you throwing rocks at ducks?
Boys: No.
Me: You were and you need to stop it.
Boys: No we weren't
Me: You fucking were. Do not throw rocks at ducks! (Stared at them till they moved on)
When their village has failed, we need to be the village. Also, I was a high school teacher for 5 years. The teacher voice is scary.
@ceraliza No, because all babies are miracles. As a disabled child myself with so many rare problems I believe anything is possible given initiative. Even if painful.
The audio? Still saved on my phone. Along with screenshots of her DMs to my ex from years ago that she thought she deleted.
Karma isn’t a wheel. Sometimes it’s your best friend with receipts.
Am I evil? Or did she finally get what was coming?
Did I do too much ?
By Anonymous .
The wedding is off. His family is blowing up her phone calling her crazy and dramatic. She lost the ring deposit, the venue, and half her mutual friends who are siding with “poor him.”
She’s staying at my place right now, broken. I’m making her tea and telling her she dodged a bullet.
Last night she looked at me with those puffy eyes and said, “You’re the only real one I have left.”
I almost laughed.
It just happened.” She never admitted it. Never apologized. Just posted more couple goals pics with her new man.
So when the proposal happened, I made my move.
I created a anonymous account. Sent her the audio file with timestamps and hotel receipts I pulled (public records and a little digging from his social media accounts ). No message. Just the files.
She called me hysterical 20 minutes later. “It’s not him. It can’t be.”
I played dumb. Comforted her. Then suggested she confront him “calmly.”
Two months ago, I was at a work conference in Dubai. Same hotel. I saw him in the lobby bar with another woman , not just drinks. They went upstairs. I followed (don’t judge me). Room 1407. I recorded the audio through the door. The sounds. The “I love yous.” The promises he’d leave my friend after “one more trip.”
I sat on it.
Why? Because she’s been my best friend since college… but she’s also the girl who slept with my ex two weeks after we broke up, then acted shocked when I found out.