actually the spokeo site does the opposite, it collects the input which you provide in order to fill the search fields
so you are luring people into giving away their own data by pretending to delete it
Brilliant!
In addition I checked trustpilot recessions in relation to spokeo and found a huge amount of fraud reportings
So it seems you (@AarivKhanna) are part of this scam!
@TheGoldenHun @Mlu__N2 They absolutely can understand at 4 especially with the follow-up reassurance and new solution. And you should absolutely NOT approach the other kids. Focus on your own.
@The_Acumen Nope, we are gonna find something - walmart? a box? sheetrock from his wall in his room. Something!!!! Another good lesson is make it happen - do not show up unprepared. LOL
@_jajenkins@Jani__Gee It's more about what women will accept, rather than how men think. Women should decline coffee dates. That's the message. If a man is still interested, he'll think of something better.
Mood for 2026. 👑
"I'm not here for anyone else except for me, and also I have nothing to prove...I'm here for me cause I want to be here... No one has put in the work, I put in the work." - Venus Williams.
“Yesterday, I quit my unpaid, full-time job. No two-week notice, no exit interview—just me setting down a homemade cake, grabbing my purse, and walking out the door of my daughter Jessica's house.
I'm Eleanor, 64, a retired nurse from suburban Pennsylvania, living on Social Security. But for the past six years, my real occupation has been grandmother extraordinaire: chauffeur, cook, cleaner, tutor, and disciplinarian to my grandsons, Noah (now 9) and Liam (7).
Jessica and her husband Mark have demanding careers—she in marketing, he in finance. When Noah arrived, childcare costs loomed large, and strangers weren't an option. "Mom, you're the only one we trust," Jessica pleaded. So I became their safety net, their "village."
My days started at dawn: drive over, prepare wholesome breakfasts (no shortcuts for Liam's picky palate), school drop-offs, endless laundry and cleaning, pickups, extracurricular shuttles, homework battles, and enforcing the rules that kept everything running smoothly.
I was the reliable one—the enforcer of bedtime, vegetables, and kindness. The one who said "no" when needed.
Then there's Sharon, Mark's mother. She lives luxuriously in Florida, visiting sporadically with her polished look and lavish gifts. She's the occasional visitor, the "Glamma" who swoops in with excitement and zero daily grind.
Noah's 9th birthday party crystallized everything.
I'd spent months knitting a weighted blanket in his favorite colors to help with his sleep issues—a labor of love amid my tight budget. I baked a decadent chocolate cake from scratch and cleaned the house spotless.
Sharon arrived fashionably late, armed with high-end gaming tablets for both boys. No limits, no controls—just pure indulgence. The kids went wild, abandoning everything else.
Noah barely glanced at my gifts. "Not now, Grandma El," he muttered, glued to the screen. "Nobody wants a blanket. You're always so boring."
Jessica dismissed it: "Mom, he's excited about tech. Sharon's the fun one; you're the everyday one. Different roles."
The "everyday" one. Useful, but invisible.
Something broke in me then. Quietly, I folded the blanket, removed my apron, and announced I was done.
Done being the unpaid infrastructure while others got the glory.
Jessica panicked about her schedule. Sharon quipped about "menopause drama." But I left.
For the first time in years, I slept in, sipped coffee on my porch, and felt my aches ease.
Texts flooded in—anger, apologies, pleas. I've gone silent.
I adore my grandsons fiercely. But love isn't endless self-erasure. In today's world, we've twisted family support into exploitation, expecting grandmothers to fill gaps without appreciation or boundaries.
If they want the structure I provide, it'll come with respect. For now, I'm retired—for real this time. Maybe I'll try pickleball. Turns out, even "everyday" grandmas deserve some fun.”
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Credit: Mjc Mathew
Dr. Ramani Durvasula's powerful advice on handling gaslighting
"When someone gaslights you: Don't engage. Don't show proof. Don't argue.
Say: 'We're having a different experience then' and leave it.
They will try to pull you into quicksand—disengage. File it away: This person is capable of this. There's no depth here."
Knowing you're being gaslit is power. Don't give them more fuel.
0:58 clip inside—raw, practical wisdom.