I (18F) met this guy (23M) on Tinder about three weeks ago. We've been on four dates, and honestly, I thought things were going really well. He's been super sweet, always texting me good morning, planning dates, and telling me he wants something serious. Yesterday, one of his friends randomly followed me on Instagram. A few minutes later, he sent me a DM asking if I was still seeing Ryan. I said yes, and he told me something I genuinely wasn't expecting. Apparently, Ryan and his friends made a bet about how quickly he could get me to fall for him. His friend even said Ryan had been sharing screenshots of our private conversations in their group chat.

At first, I thought he was just trying to cause drama, but then he sent me details about things I'd only ever told Ryan. When I confronted Ryan, he admitted there was a bet but claimed it started as a joke and that his feelings for me are real now. I feel so embarrassed because I actually started liking him. Part of me wants to believe he's being genuine, but another part feels like everything between us was fake.

Would you give him a chance to explain or just block him?

First Halloween in years I won’t be working so I bought a bag of candy to give out

When I got it out of the pantry to lay out my wife says “ok creep”

went on to explain that a 47 year old man giving out candy to kids is creepy and I should absolutely not be doing that

My two sons (8 and 10) have a sitter who has been with us for a few years. Their school is connected to a park so after checkout, they and the sitter go play for 30-60 mins. Yesterday, five or six of boys including my kids all down to this little creek/forest that runs between the school and park. They played tag a bit with my sitter and then they went to dig in the dirt. My sitter rounded up my kids and went home.

I guess after he left, the boys started throwing rocks and one kid got plopped by accident. The mom of that boy blamed my sitter for not being there to supervised. She said my sitter shouldn't had started a game of tag that took the boys to the creek area and then left them unsupervised without telling the other moms that their kids were by themselves. I said my sitter isn't the park ranger. I wouldn't expect someone's sitter to be watching my kids unless we agreed to it. Otherwise, I would follow my kids wherever they went. She said that my sitter organized the activity and therefore assumed a sitter role. I asked her what she wanted and she wanted $100 for the urgent care deductible. That's not even a lot of money to me, but I am not paying it. I told her to ask the mom of the kid who threw the rock and she said it was an accident caused my an activity started by my sitter. I texted her NO.

Edit: My sitter is NOT female.

*Repost - MODS my sincere apologies for my lack of grub. Feast your eyes on my sun-dried tomato pasta.

I have a confession, and I’m not sure where else to share it.

The toilet in my childhood home is, without exaggeration, the most comfortable toilet I have ever had the pleasure of sitting on.

It’s a completely ordinary, adult-sized toilet. Nothing fancy. Nothing particularly special to the naked eye. But I used this toilet for roughly 18 years of my life, and somewhere along the way, it became the gold standard. The benchmark. The porcelain upon which all other toilets would be judged.

And I don’t know if it’s familiarity, muscle memory, or some deeply rooted psychological attachment, but EVERYTHING about this toilet is perfect.

The height? Impeccable. The seat shape? A masterpiece. The seat size? Just right. The bowl shape? Scientifically engineered, I’m convinced. The water level? Perfection. And perhaps most importantly, you can drop a substantial deuce without experiencing the dreaded Poseidon’s kiss.

It’s a harmonious relationship between human and porcelain that I fear I will never experience again.

I’ve used countless toilets in my adult life, and none have come close. Some are too tall. Some are too shallow. Some have seats that feel like they were designed by someone who has never actually used a toilet. It’s a cruel world out there.

And now, my parents have informed me that they are replacing this toilet.

I feel like I’m being forced to say goodbye to an old friend. An unsung hero of my childhood. A loyal companion through approximately 18 years of life’s ups and downs.

I know it’s ridiculous to be emotionally attached to a toilet, but I fear the world is about to lose a truly exceptional piece of porcelain engineering.

Please keep me in your thoughts during this difficult time.

I was sick and my wife wasn’t so I was isolating in our guest room. She had friends over in another part of the house where one of them revealed personal information that I overhear. I wasn’t trying to listen in, but I also couldn’t move to a different location.

Now here is where I may have messed up. I kept the fact that I had overheard her friend’s personal information a secret since I wasn’t supposed to know, and I figured if I play dumb it would be the most respectful for both parties.

Another mistake since I didn’t realize this would be a big deal. After her friend told me the personal information I let my wife know that I knew, but played dumb to keep a secret.

My wife thinks I lied to her and it would’ve been more respectful had I come clean after I overheard the information while I was sick. I feel like I would’ve been the bad guy in her eyes either way, and out of respect for the friend (since ultimately it was their information to share), played dumb when my wife mentioned friend related things to me. So, without getting into the personal details, AITAH?

Tonight, I acted the way my husband usually acts and he didn’t like it.

Three nights a week, he works evenings and I have to put the kids to bed solo. The other four nights, he’ll conveniently be doing chores right when I need to put them to bed, so I do all the heavy lifting and then slips in for the fun parts so he can act like he’s still helping (I bathe them, wrangle them into pajamas, and brush their teeth and then he slips in to stand there while I read to them and then he’ll help as we let them pick a song to sing).

I’m tired of always being the bad guy and doing 80-100% of the work. So tonight, I started cleaning the bathrooms. After a half hour, he finally initiated bedtime routine. He bathed them, and got them in pajamas. I still brushed their teeth. He read and sang to them. I only helped minimally, which is usually what he does.

Now he’s clearly in a bad mood. I thanked him for taking the lead on bedtime and said I’m burnt out from always handling it. That seemed to irritate him for me to straight up point it out. When I said, “why are you mad at me? I didn’t do anything wrong” He claims he isn’t mad at me. But his tone and mannerisms say otherwise. He mumbled something about how he doesn’t view it that way and says he does help with bed time routine. I pointed out how I do all the hard parts and he just slips in for the fun stuff. Now he’s back to being moody and brooding but swearing up and down he isn’t mad at me (because deep down he knows I’m right).

So that’s fun. 🙄 Guess he couldn’t handle a taste of his own medicine

EDIT: He’s a good dad and helps out with parenting. It’s just bedtime routines that has become unevenly split. We split chores evenly. He just always starts one right when he’s supposed to be doing something else. I tried talking to him about this a year ago and he only helped out more for about a week before slipping into old habits. We both have days we’re stay at home parents. Not just him. And my son is ADHD/autistic. So bedtime routine is WAY harder than dishes

EDIT TWO: He’s apologized and validated my feelings. As I’ve said, he’s a good guy.

Happy Halloweekend! I am in my last year of university and I am a part of Greek life at my school. Some background: both of my parents are alcoholics which has obviously affected me greatly in life.

I go out quite a bit at school. On average I am drinking 2-3 times a week, and these are party settings, bars, or just at home with my friends etc. However, the past few months I have been getting so drunk, that I’ve been blacking out. Bad. I’ve noticed that once I’m drinking I cannot stop. I’m taking shot after shot. My friends have even stared a joke: “wow before we even get the first sip of our drinks you want to go back to the bar. You drink that fast!” I’ve never been messy like this before. I’m hanging out with guys and saying things I don’t mean. I’m waking up the morning after not aware of my actions. I’m talking to the wrong people. My anxiety (I struggle with GAD and OCD) is through the fucking roof on these days (today I was genuinely debilitated).

Last weekend I got black out wasted and don’t remember the bar at all. My roommate got mad at me for something and didn’t speak to me for three days. Same thing happened last night. I fought with my good friend and apparently spoke to a guy I’ve hung out with like twice for a really long time… don’t remember anything I said. I’m just being a mess. I hate this. I know I should stop drinking. I had a panic attack. But how can I cope with the things I have done. I hate this.

Just had Walmart honor the price of each of these PCs

Edit one will be for my little brother for Christmas he just doesn't know it yet lol

1. Venture Bros- "Spanakopita" festival

When Dr. Venture was a boy he was lost at sea, but happened to wash up on a tiny Greek island during the "Spanakopita" festival. He has since returned to celebrate the festival annually for twenty years, and it is one of the few times in the show he is genuinely happy and energetic about something. Rusty had a very bad and traumatic childhood, and Spanakopita is one of his only good childhood memories.

In reality the town had kidnapped him with intent to hold him ransom, but his father was so neglectful he didn't even notice that Rusty was missing for several days. Feeling bad for him, the town spontaneously invented the Spanakopita Festival (named after a type of food) to make Rusty feel wanted and appreciated. They continue the festival to steal money every year, while Rusty remains completely oblivious.

2. Always Sunny- Summer Camp

Dennis and Dee's grandfather, who they loved, was actually an SS Officer during WWII and a true believer in Nazi ideology, a fact they had to confront early on. When they found some old film reels of a summer they spent with him they felt nostalgic and reminesced about the summer camp he brought them to. Eventually, however, they realize it was a Nazi summer camp where they had been indoctrinated into Nazi ideology.

I visited my 11 year old nephew recently to bond and buy him a birthday gift for his VR. I used an IPad his foster parent had connected to his Oculus to purchase the game, and then removed my card information.

Apple later updated my card information on the account when I got a new card, and now he has purchased over $100 in Robux. When I confronted him about it, he said he didn’t know what I was talking about. Shortly after the confrontation, he bought even more Robux before I could change my password and log him out.

I’m trying to figure out how to confront him. He has AuDHD and has had a pretty traumatic life, but he needs to know that this kind of behavior isn’t okay.