Snook - 10+ Hours of Horrifying Reddit Threads to Sleep To

Episode Date: September 13, 2026

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Help. Woman hiding in boyfriend's hallway. Am I paranoid? Or is this suspicious? Hi, R.S. R.I. I'm not sure if I'm overreacting here, but something about this situation doesn't feel right to me. This woman hiding at the end of my boyfriend's hallway behind a small corner, and I believe she took a video of me on purpose. She was super exaggerated to me, which is how I had time to get my camera. up. I've never seen this woman before or since, and no one lives down at the end of the hall. She also seemed dressier than the people who live here. Usually people wear work clothes or sweats. Plus, she had sunglasses on inside near dusk. I am paranoid, and I've had stalkers in the past, so I might be more sensitive. I'd really appreciate any insight on what this woman was doing.

Here's the video. And in the video we see the OP, I guess, opening the door. And then this lady who is, yes, and dress your clothes, has sunglasses on. I'm going to blur her face because I don't want to just like show her face everywhere. But you can see what she's doing. But yeah, she's walking by obviously recording through the OP's door or just like walks briskly, like fast by recording. It's just a very weird thing. And then the OP adds some additional details saying context slash details.

She timed her movements perfectly so that she would pass and record me at the exact moment my boyfriend opened the door. It took him about 10 to 15 seconds longer than usual to open the door because he was asleep and had the door barred, which is not uncommon for us. Why I'm concerned. I'm almost certain she was recording me and that's just weird. She was holding her phone and her movements were at the exact right moments felt calculated, like she was counting the second I knocked. The woman was hiding near at the end of the hallway where no one lives, seemingly waiting for me? Questions I'm trying to answer.

Number one, does it look like she was recording me or waiting for something specific? What else could she have been doing? Number two, does this seem intentional? or coincidental. And three, why would she be doing this? Additional info. My boyfriend's apartment building doesn't have a doorman or security cameras in the hallways, so this video is the only evidence.

I'm not sure if this was a one-time occurrence or if she's been there before, but I've never seen anyone down at the end of the hallway. Thanks in advance for any of your help. Let me know if you need more details. And before I get into the comments, I just want to try to answer these myself. But the first question was, does it look like she was recording me? And yes, I mean, like, what are the chances of the timing of this lady walking past at the exact same time as the OP opening the door and having the phone recording similar to that?

I mean, it's like natural for the person to be walking out and like look over if someone open the door. But to have your phone like up like that recording, very, very weird. I mean, that would be a very weird coincidence. And number two, the question was, is it seemed to be intentional or coincidental? It definitely could be coincidental, but to me, this seems very intentional. I mean, with all of the other context and details, the OPEE has added, it's not adding up. It doesn't seem like it was like, oh, I was holding my phone up, like, you know, picking up a phone call or I was walking with my phone propped up like that. It just doesn't seem like that.

And then number three, why would you be doing this? And to be honest, I have no clue. It's very, very weird. I don't know why this lady would walk by at the exact same time seemingly record. I don't know, but let's get into some of the comments and some theories some people have. Someone says, that's weird. There could be a number of explanations. Number one, she's mentally ill.

Number two, she's a really bad private investigator and is investigating you or your boyfriend for insurance. fraud, disability, workers' comp, are either of you involved in any claims or lawsuits right now? Number three, she's a friend of someone who is dating your boyfriend and she was there to video you for her friend. I'd contact the police to make a report so it's on record. That way, you start a paper trail in case she comes back and escalates. And the OP then responds to this saying, no disability or insurance claims. and we spend like 100% of our time together, so I don't think he's cheating.

Someone else says, another possibility could be someone working on behalf of the landlord to prove you're staying there X number of nights or trying to gather other evidence for an eviction. Regardless, I highly recommend a police report. I'm really sorry you're dealing with this. I find it creepy and invasive, and I'm just a random person on the internet watching the video.

I know your discomfort must be high. And then someone else says, the landlord thing is probably it. I was a realtor in an area popular for renting, and this was a big deal. People would rent a place and then a boyfriend or girlfriend would be over, and then they would essentially move in. Over a certain number of days in most areas,

you become a resident and must be on the lease. If she is spending 100% of her time there with her boyfriend, she is living there. Hmm, that's an interesting theory. Someone else says this is extremely unlikely. A landlord wouldn't spend that money on what a camera would do for free. That's a good point. And then someone responds to that saying,

placing a camera in the hallway facing the boyfriend's apartment is unlikely. I don't know where O.P. lives, but this is something I know landlords have done where I live, San Francisco. We have rent control and strong tenant protections. So if a landlord wants to get a long-term rent-controlled tenant out, they would absolutely pay someone to do something like this. Now, all that being said, after reading some of the more opies comments in post-history, it seems like there's something more going on, something related to mental health.

To be sure, however, mental health issues do not preclude other shenanigans by her boyfriend or others. This whole situation is heartbreaking, from the weird person to the DV by the boyfriend and her thoughts that she's being gangstocked. Hmm, this is a lot going on. on. That just uncovered a lot of possible layers to this entire thing. And now I went back into the OP's post history or comment history. And the OP did make a comment saying, can anyone mention specific tools slash apps slash data slash search engines?

Kind of just putting together that I think I've been hacked by the same person or group for up to 10 years. And if you guys are familiar with gangstocking, people who have mental health issues think that sometimes people are targeting them or being gangstocked. That is a very weird post by the O.P. And so, I don't know. There's a lot of layers to this. And also, the O.P. made a comment like a little bit before this saying,

trigger warning domestic violence slash alcohol. Last weekend, my boyfriend hurt me and got me sent to jail over it. And is constantly saying that I'm breaking up with him. I wasn't charged with anything. But I'm all alone crying at my mom's house because I have no other friends. besides him, no money slash liquor, and no one will ever love me. So there's two factors to this now. The OP has some sort of suspicion or paranoia and domestic violence. So this is two big layers that got added on top of this, but they don't really correspond to the weirdo outside of the apartment

filming. Very interesting. Someone else says, O.P. is in a DV situation. I'm not sure if that has anything to do with the weird woman, but I would not feel safe staying in this apartment. And the OPE responded saying, I don't feel safe anywhere. And then the commenter said, okay, but the person most likely to actually

harm you is your partner. This is known and proven. He's already done it. He's proven that if he feels like it, he will physically hurt you. The people you feel are scary. Those situations you feel afraid of. Those haven't laid hands on you. Maybe they've yelled,

maybe they've been mean, and then they continue. None of it's that more relevant. And then someone else says, ignoring how creepy the waiting and walk by is, could it be a concerned neighbor or someone involved with the property? They might be trying to be vigilant if there has been a DV dispute

and yelling sometimes, as OP stated in a comment. I know I've snapped photos and videos of situations they weren't enough to report, but just suspicious enough that if I heard, heard about it on the news later. I'd have something to help. It could just be about any of the theories posted here honestly. Maybe post a screenshot of her in a local Facebook group or crime watch thread and see if anyone recognizes her. Hmm. That's definitely a possibility, I guess,

a concerned neighbor or friend on the floor that wants to possibly get proof of something. But at the same time, I feel like most people would just like let it be. It wouldn't be so intrusive or invasive in film the OP exiting the apartment. That's very weird. Someone else says, super suspicious. To me, it appears like they're wearing a wig judging by the hairline. Can your boyfriend install a ring style camera? And the OP respondent saying,

I don't think he can outside the apartment, but I will check. And someone else says, hey, so I don't like this. Neither do I. This is very weird. And then someone else says definitely looks to be recording. So it might just be a weirdo. Someone else says, if this is real, it's totally

suss. She's most definitely filming as she walks by. The O.P. Respondent saying, for sure, real, and I don't know how to explain it without sounding paranoid. And then the top comment on the entire thread is, when you were arrested for DV against

your boyfriend last week, as per your post history, was he maybe issued a temporary restraining order? If so, violating that order by being with him would be a bond violation. It's probably related to that. And then someone responded saying,

a very smart take. Someone else says, I assure you, absolutely nobody in law enforcement cares about an order of protection enough to be proactive like this. You can barely get them enforced when you need it. And that's kind of true. I mean, the government's not the most proactive thing.

Someone else says, I swear I checked post history and didn't see anything like that. And someone shows proof saying, last week my boyfriend beat me up and got me sent to jail over it and someone else says wow that's sad yeah this is not doing well written all over it op you need to lay off the liquor and leave the man huh this is a very very interesting thread and then about a month or two after this post was posted someone said any updates in the opi responded saying thank you for asking unfortunately i never found out and things have gotten so bad i'm afraid to ask but we're not

seen each other anymore for whatever that's worth. And then the commenter says, it sounds like he worked out for the best. I wish you happiness. And then I went through the O.P.'s post history from eight months ago or that most recent comment up until now and nothing more has been related to, yeah, this woman or this post in general. But there was so many layers to this entire story. and I don't know how they all correspond to each other. I mean, there's the DV situation. There is the possible mental health slash gangstocking situation. And then there is this woman who recorded the O.P.

And none of them really correspond with each other. I mean, because like she's not making up the woman recording her. That was obviously proved. And there was proof that this woman walked by recording the O.P. but I don't know this is a very very weird situation and to be honest I have no clue what's even say about this

I mean the OPE even said things didn't work out possibly the OPE and her boyfriend got in a scuffle again or fought or something or broke up we don't know that's all speculation but I just wonder what that lady was doing

what the OPE was thinking I don't know this is very very weird and that's just the best way to put it. And it's very unsettling, to be frank. And I don't really have any more theories. Do you guys have any theories? I mean, yeah, I just laid this all out.

This is kind of all the information we have. So drop your theories down below because I'm very interested to see what you guys think about this. Because to be honest, I'm lost. But this was one of the more interesting and unsettling threads I've read in a while. On to the next one. My marriage is over. Today started like any other. We've just had our sixth wedding anniversary and have been together seven years.

I never knew who I was sleeping with. But I'm not a victim here. I will suffer, but I chose this man and I had a child with him. So my pain is the price I pay. We have a tablet that is mainly my husband's, but occasionally I or the kids use it. It was sitting on my desk this morning and I thought I might play a game on it that I hadn't played in a while. I've always looked at the picture slash videos. Usually the kids take them and you have to guess what they are aiming for or what they're saying in the videos.

I scrolled through looking for my game, deleted, and decided to look at the gallery instead. There was a video on there that I had never seen. It was at the first position like it was the newest video. I clicked on it and I immediately called non-emergency to send a police car to my house. At first, I thought it was, I don't know, peeping Tom or bathroom adult videos, then I realized it was my bathroom. The video had been shot in my bathroom. It looked like the camera must have been hidden around the window,

giving a full view of the bathroom. And in the video? In the video is my niece, who hasn't been to my house since 2017. My niece was 14 the last time she spent the summer at my house. They live 1,000 miles away. And this was a video of her with her back to the camera. She was changing her swimsuit and bends over in a way that shows her lower region. This man that I thought I knew and loved.

The father of my daughter. I thought he was a perfect male role model for my niece since her father abandoned her. I promised her and her brother. When their dad left that I would always protect them and I brought a man into their lives who set up a fucking camera in the bathroom to catch his glimpse of her innocence. And he kept that video and moved it to a different medium.

We got the tablet long after she was in the house. The police took a report and the tablet. I called my husband's father and asked him to be at the house to pick my husband up when he got off of work. I ran and picked up my daughter and went to a friend's house. He called to tell me he was on the way home and I lost it.

He kept saying I misunderstood. I didn't listen anymore. You violated everyone in this house. Everyone who has visited and used our bathroom. And now my niece gets to find out what he did. I've broken my promise. I did not protect her like I should have. And then the OPE makes another update a few days later saying,

I turned my husband in for illegal content involving minors, secret bathroom cam, and in a matter of days, my life has flipped upside down. And the update reads as follows. So a few days ago, I discovered a video on my husband's tablet of my niece, unclothed, in our bathroom. As soon as I understood what it was, I called the police and relinquished the tablets to them. Since then, I have gotten an emergency cut. custody hearing set up for this coming week.

Surprisingly, to me at least, the judge issued a temporary order of protection barring him from contacting anyone in my household or coming on the property. Our household is me, 35 female, my cousin 35 female, her husband, 37M in the military, currently away from home, their two sons and my child. I didn't think they would issue it because there has been no violence or threats violence, but the judge was adamant and I am slightly relieved. I have counseling set up for myself and my daughter and am working with a legal advocate to navigate these processes and start the divorce. I'm holding together for my daughter, but every second I feel like I'm going to pass out or

throw up from the emotion of it all. Three days ago, I thought I had a loving partner and husband. I thought that I had broken the cycle of abuse that has followed my family for generations. The suddenness of it all has me feeling on the verge of collapse. I never wanted to be a single parent. I loved my husband and meant my vows, but always told him that the one thing that would make me turn back on him and walk away was anything having to do with kids or abuse. I have no regrets, or even real feelings about the loss of my marriage. Right now, I know I did the right thing. My current focus is on keeping my daughter safe. But how do you pick up the pieces from this?

How do I help my daughter and niece get through this and ever be okay? I feel completely alone, though I have found a community of friends that I didn't realize I had, ready to bend over backwards to help. I've slept maybe four hours since it happened. Two days ago, I don't know. They've all run together. I've reached out to everyone I can to try and help me figure things out. I have no money and no access to my bank accounts.

I haven't worked for the last five years because of postpartum and PTSD. I've spent these years bussy my ass in therapy to make sure I was mentally okay enough to parent and be a functional adult. I don't know how I'm going to pay bills or keep food on the table, but I am in contact with a woman's shelter that has promised to help and I'm going to contact social services and see if we can get emergency assistance. I'm also pretty sure he sabotaged my cousin's car, which is the only transportation we currently have or had. He was at work when everything happened,

and when he called me to let him know he was on his way home, I confronted him and then told him he needed to bring her car back or we would report it stolen. I called his dad and had him meet my husband at the house to take him to the their house. My daughter and I were laying low at a friend's house. He's driven her car since she got it six or so months ago, and it has always been fine. It got him back from work that day with no trouble. When I went to the courthouse the next morning, the car broke down halfway to court and hasn't been drivable since. Yesterday, I discovered his Google email was logged in on my daughter's

tablet. I went in and looked at a search history and it confirmed everything. How to empty oil from car quickly. No oil car damage. It got worse from there. Can you plead the fifth at a custody hearing? Can you lose custody of your child for unrelated illegal content involving minors? When does illegal content involving minors become a federal offense and so on? Oh my God, this is just such a horrific thread. I've been in contact with the detective and let him know about all of this. And now I'm just trying to remember to breathe.

And then the OP post, another update a few days later, titled, Cops are moving slow in collecting evidence after I found homemade illegal content involving minors on my husband's tablet. In the post, reads as follows.

A detective has been in touch, and I've given him screenshots of my husband's recent Google searches, such as When does illegal content involving minors become a federal offense and what is prison in Virginia like? My problem is that my husband is pretty tech savvy. I've seen in the same Google searches him trying to access his computer. Luckily, I unplugged it as soon as everything happened.

The video was older than the tablet and had to have been imported slash downloaded from elsewhere. He set up all the computers in our household and all of the computers. All of our phones are in his name. Even our lights are operated via a tablet, which he set up. I need help figuring out what I can do to encourage the detective to take custody of the electronics left in the house. I am concerned that he may be able to remotely delete things or destroy evidence. I have offered to surrender anything they want. The detective has been in contact, but has only asked for the screenshots of his search history

and pictures of the front of the house. I've offered to take pictures slash allow them to take pictures of the bathroom that was filmed in. I understand that the justice system can be slow. But is there any way to convince them to just pick up the hardware? I'm so concerned that he can remotely spy on us

or track our locations. The protective order prevents him from doing so, but it is a piece of paper. How do we protect our household when he has set up every electronic or smart device in our household. The last thing I need to figure out is how to file for divorce. Will they allow a quick divorce in an emergency situation? Or will they have to wait until we've been separated a full year?

We have custody, support, and restraining order to court dates set up already. And then the OP post, another update a few weeks later, titled, How to File for Contested Divorce in Virginia in the middle of a police. investigation, custody court, and a restraining order while having no money. And the update reads as follows, these last two weeks have been a blur. I've tried reading the official Virginia website and downloaded their 43-page document, and I'm still in shock. I guess because I'm having a very hard time computing everything. I know you can get a court-appointed attorney in a criminal case, but how do I get an attorney when I have no money? The divorce is the least.

of my legal concerns. My kids' custody, the restraining orders, and the criminal investigation are my legal priorities at this point. But I'm not sure if I need to take steps now in regards to divorce. Any advice slash insights would be greatly appreciated at this time. And then the OPE makes another update quickly after saying, I met with a detective today and got to see pictures of my husband setting up a hidden camera in our bathroom. Now let's get into it. I knew it was bad the second I saw the first video. I knew that our marriage was over that instant. I haven't felt any sadness over that part of it at all.

I'm doing everything I can to keep it together and raise my kid. I'm trying to soften these blows to a whole community of children and parents who absolutely trusted him. I can grieve my personal losses another day or not. There are more important things that need to take the forefront right now. Today Today is the first day that I've wanted to throw myself on the floor

and pitch a fit comparable to an angry toddler I feel like crying but I don't have the time my kids get off the bus soon today my eyes are completely open I can see through the gas sliding

he is the most passive person I've ever met I didn't realize I let him convince me of things he seriously thought he could explain I saw more today and the simmering anger is pushing through. He videotaped himself setting up the camera.

He was 100% identifiable to me and my cousin and the kids would know immediately who it was, even though you can't see most of the face. The process is working. I just need to remember to breathe while waiting for the resolution. And then the OP post and update a few weeks later, titled, The Husband gets the benefit of an attorney and family court.

I don't. I need opinions on what on my face to help her pair. And the update reads as follows. The detective has been in frequent contact and had me identify people in pictures. My husband took a picture of himself from the chin down while setting up the hidden camera. They are supposed to conduct a search warrant soon to gather the rest of his electronics slash electronic storage. The detective said it was good. Our case was continued because this gave them more time. Most torturably weight of my life. There is a restraining order keeping him away from our kid, myself, our roommates, and the property. It also prevents him from any remote surveillance or tracking of us. The case was continued the first time, so his attorney could be present. That hearing is coming up, and I'm trying

to prepare myself. I know some of the things he would throw in my face to make me seem unfit, like smoking marijuana outside when my kid was inside with him and 10 or so members of my family, mental illness slash our child's gender dysphoria. I'm just trying to think of it from his attorney's point of view. The police already have a lot of evidence and they haven't even done the search warrant. As his attorney, would you just be amicable because you have much bigger fish to fry? Or do you attack the credibility of everyone on the other side? I'm just very nervous and trying to prepare myself.

Any insight slash opinions would be appreciated. Edit. Update. So I either misunderstood or the intake paralegal I spoke to at legal aid was ill-informed. I called back and I'm currently waiting for a call from an attorney to assist with court for the protective order. The stress slash shock of the situation and suddenly being the sole head of household has me a little drained, making it hard to keep up with everything. I'm doing it though. Thank you all for the help.

I'll keep you all updated. And then the OP makes another update a few days later, titled Doing What's Right for Little One in Dealing with My Soon-to-Be ex-in-laws. And the update reads as follows. Our child, though, is in the middle of this all. I never thought my husband would take advantage of a child in our care, and now that I know he did,

I don't know if he poses a danger to our child, hence the protective order. When all contact was cut off between our child and him, our kid was devastated. She loves her daddy and can't understand why he's just gone. Her therapist and I broke it to her in the most kid-appropriate way possible, without giving too many details. I am mature enough to recognize that, no matter what, he will always be a part of her. I don't talk badly about him around her or allow anyone else to. When she cries for him, I hold her and let her greet her.

and try my best to comfort her. I fight thoughts that I am responsible for her pain. So while dealing with everything else, I reached out to my in-laws. I figured that if Little One couldn't have her father, the next best thing was his family. We've had a relationship with his parents throughout our entire marriage,

and Little One has a significant relationship with them. I also contacted his brother and sister, who he hadn't allowed to be in our lives for several years, and little one does not remember. My thinking was that uncle looks like dad and maybe forming relationships with her cousins could distract her from everything with her dad. This was just over a month ago.

My ex-sister-in-law immediately messaged me back and told me she was not interested and didn't understand my motives in asking. Brother-in-law didn't respond. Grandma and grandpa didn't respond either. I kept the hurt to myself and kept doing what I needed to do to take care of little one. Well, a few days ago, Grandpa sent me a message.

We haven't seen Little One in a few months and would like to arrange something. I responded that, of course, we could schedule something and that I prefer to meet at my house or a restaurant nearby. My husband is living with them now, and I've testified about the guns I've seen in their house and his past threats to go get one from their house. I would not be comfortable allowing them to take Little One anywhere because they would have no problem breaking the protective order.

So Grandpa responds that his wife's health is poor. She's been dying since I met her, so the visit would be at their house, and I wasn't to talk about anything but little one. I took some time to breathe and remind myself that this is about little one. I messaged back that it wasn't possible for us to get a transportation to the house, not that I would go if I did, and reiterated that I referred visits take place at my home

or a public place nearby. He didn't say anything until today, a week later, when he asked if they could visit Little One on Saturday. Today, by coincidence, I'm sure, ex-sister-in-law messages me and says she wants to video chat with Little One and her kids sometime this weekend. Same sister-in-law that said no previously. She asked on my cousin, who lives with us,

facilitate communication between her and Little One. Well, a lot has happened in that month. I've seen more pictures and had to. identify people for detectives and I've been to court several times. The police executed a search warrant at our house and took all of his electronics, plus my computer and Little One's tablet. Both were his first. I've processed the situation more, emotionally and intellectually, and now I don't know. Their requests have left me unsettled and pensive. I wanted to do what is right for Little One, but now I'm not sure contacting this was the right step. I'm just,

just so burnt out and trying to do the right thing. Any advice is welcome. And then the OP makes an update a few days later titled, My Husband put a hidden camera in our bathroom to film my niece, and who knows what else, now I've cut off his family. And the update reads as follows. I've been trying so hard to be a mature adult and do whatever is best for little one, no matter how I feel.

Yesterday I broke. I've been through hell and I've dragged myself and little one out of a hole that was left when our lives were flipped upside down. I put my anger aside to show my child love when she cries for her father. This time since everything happened has been the most trying time in my life. This month has allowed my child to settle into our new normal and process some of her pain in therapy. And they weren't there. That month might as well been a year for all that we

faced during it. I don't expect them to support or love me or turn their backs on their son slash brother but I've been through hell for something I didn't do and I cannot handle the hostility. I told them yesterday that we won't be coming to visit or allowing video

chatting with anyone who can't be cordial to me. I've been working very hard to suppress my anger towards their son and I can't allow them to poke me until I snap. I also feel like they have a plan of some sort and are trying to surveil us for my husband. This has me feeling like the bad guy. At what point do I have the right to say, I can't take anymore. I've tried so hard to do the right thing and now I feel like I've let my kid down.

And then the OPE makes another update 10 days later and the update reads as follows. He's appealing the protective order and I feel like I can barely breathe. My husband, had 10 days to appeal the two-year protective order. You can read my post history to catch up with this saga. There's no quick explanation. At the end of January, I found a video on my husband's tablet from a hidden camera in our bathroom that showed my niece. Today was the 10th business day since a two-year protective order was approved.

I just heard from my attorney that he appealed. I feel like the wind has been knocked out of my chest. I just want the system to work and him to go to jail. I understand that the legal process is long, but fuck. I felt secure with that order. I felt secure that my child wouldn't have to be dragged through all of my husband's legal woes. Now I feel hopeless, like he's reached out and reminded us that he's still here. And then the OP post, another update saying,

Why do I let them get to me? One biting hurtful tax from his sister and I let it get me down. Previously, I cut off contact with his family and blocked them on Facebook. They have been very supportive of him and have been rude and disrespectful to me, while claiming to want contact with Little One. I thought I was done with them for now. I've talked to Little One's therapist and my own, and they both agree that it's better for all of us to cut them off for now

and reassess the situation once everything related to court is done. I'm over at all. I'm down. I'm trying to absorb all the hurt for my kid, and because of that, I don't get to say what I want to say to them. I don't get to scream in their faces and call them monsters for the person they are protecting. I have to be the adult. I'm ready to flip out and I'm trying to keep it together.

He's posting pictures of himself and Little One on Facebook in a way that leads you to believe little one is with him. I blocked him, but a family friend called to make sure Little One is safe and told me about it. His friend commented about the heartless people keeping the little one from her loving daddy. I did chew the friend of his out. in the nicest way possible. Like, hey, he left out a few chapters when he told you that sob story.

His sister texted me this morning claiming she wanted to try and reestablish a relationship with Little One, but opens it with, quote, I know you have never wanted us in Little One's life, but I was hoping you would reconsider and do what's right for Little One. What's crazy is Little One is five,

and the last time his sister saw her, she was less than a year old. My husband cut contact with, with his siblings over a conflict related to custody of his nephew when our little one was less than a year. I begged my husband to reconnect with the siblings. I asked him to do it for the kids and he said he didn't want them in our lives. Now suddenly he's back in the fold and I'm the one that kept them apart. I begged him to let little one know her cousins and he said no. They had been bad to him as a child. It all just makes me sick. Like where were you in January?

We've already started figuring out our new normal and not like I feel like they owe me anything, but damn. You can give your brother a grand, but don't even care about his child who has gotten a grand total of $100 in support since January. My heart is just heavy from it all. And then the OP makes another update titled, Text to X sister-in-law had unintended consequences. I initially tried to get my husband's family involved with her child's life. But they either ignored me or told me no. They were pretty hostile and unpleasant towards me and firmly behind their son slash brother.

I gave up and started focusing on being the support of our little one needed and keeping her connected to people who genuinely care for. Well, about a month and a half later, maybe longer, I don't feel like looking through everything for the exact time right now. On the same day, his sister and his dad messaged me. His sister has not seen her child since she was 11 or 12 months old, and my husband said he wanted to be estranged from his siblings, even when I begged him to try and reconcile so Little One could know her cousins. She is the only one that initially said no to contact. She messed me on Facebook and wanted her kids to video chat with Little One. She was very biting and rude to me and asked for my cousin to further facilitate contact, so she could have had no contact with me.

The same day, their dad messages me on Facebook and says he and just not mother-in-law, the abbreviation is J-N-M-I-L, I think that's ex-mother-in-law, wants to see Little One. He tells me that he hadn't been in contact because I have a protective order, keeping my husband from contacting me or Little One. He says he wants to set up a visit and gives me two days that they were available. Then he tells that I'm not to talk about anything but Little One. You seriously think I want to talk to you about anything and that we are to come to their house. Their house where my husband is living.

I tell him I would prefer to visit at my home or nearby. He tells me again that we would meet at their house. I reiterate that we're not coming there and if they wanted to visit, they would have to come to our home or meet us nearby. He finally agreed, but the whole thing did not sit well with me. His dad had always been super mellow and calm, even when others were heated, and his change in demeanor set off alarm bells in my head, so I ended up blocking them both after some more back and forth. I decided if they couldn't be civil to me, then they couldn't have contact with Little One right

now. Little One and I have been through hell, and he left us with nothing financially. In February, he gave me $100 when we were in court and that's it. I've had to borrow money. I've gotten food stamps and financial assistance and a lot of amazing people on Reddit to help me get through these last few months. Pizza, groceries,

even some betting for little one and art supplies for me. Without all the support here, I don't know that I would have been able to keep going. Thank you, Reddit. Much love, fam. I have been struggling because my financial assistance card never came in the mail.

They finally sent me one UAPS and I got it yesterday. we have been scraping by and luckily we live with my cousin and she has been amazing. So here is the update. My last post, I posted my response to his sister before I blocked her from calling or texting me. I completed the text with my attorney's information. Well, she gave my husband my attorney's information and he contacted his authority. His attorney contacted my attorney because JNSO, I'm really not sure what that abbreviation is. I think it's just not significant other, so the OPs X significant other,

admits that he should be paying some form of support and wanted to set up something. So basically, my take on it is that his attorney told him he'd get slammed in family court for not paying support. I say this because he's had plenty of opportunities to give support in court through cash app, whatever, and he hasn't. He received our tax returns along with his biweekly paychecks and a gift of $1,000 from a sister and felt no need to offer us any support. And then the OP post another update titled 12 felony counts and he is spending his first night in jail.

And this update reads as follows. Today, my waiting ended. He was indicted on 12 felony counts related to the production and possession of illegal content involving minors. He was arrested this afternoon and denied bombings. I am so relieved. I feel like I can finally breathe again. He is having to face his actions and people are seeing who he really is. I hope he has lots of fun tonight.

Thank you to all of you that have supported me through this whole thing. It's not over yet, but it is heading in the right direction. And then the OP post, another update a week later titled, My husband finally went to jail this week, and I was on top of the world. My dad lost his fight with ALS today, and I feel like I'm going to fall to pieces. Today, my father lost his battle with ALS,

and for the first time I missed having a partner, husband, to lean on, when your heart is broken. Today, my daughter sobbed because now both our daddies are gone. My footing feels unsure. He was in so much pain, and I would feel so selfish. But he is the only parent I've had for 20 plus years. I feel like tantruming and screaming to the universe about how unfair it is. That is when I hear my dad.

Life is never fair. But I wasn't ready to be an orphan at 35. I wasn't ready to have to raise a child on my own. That may seem stupid, but damn. How many hits does it take to knock someone down? And then the OP post, another update titled, I was wrong. They gave him a second bond hearing

and he is going to be out until trial. And this update reads as follows. After being on Cloud 9 when my STBX was finally charged and indicted, I felt like things were finally going in the right direction. I didn't realize he could request a second bond hearing because his attorney wasn't at the first one. He was charged with 12 felony counts

related to the production and possession of illegal content involving minors. There is a mandatory minimum of 35 years for a few of the counts, and they are letting him do house arrest because of the pandemic. It took everything I had to keep it together as the judge read all these letters of support for this wonderful young man. His sister recently contacted me again about getting to know our five-year-old. She swore she never knew about the investigation. Their dad knew everything, and she acted sympathetic.

I should have known. I should have known she was full of the same old shit. I was just so hopeful about my daughter having some connection to his family. In court today, they presented a letter she wrote in support of him being released. She spoke of his outstanding character and how good he was with kids. As soon as the hearing was over, I texted her about it. She said that was her brother, and she couldn't be expected to do anything but support him fully. And I needed to learn how to get along with people with different views.

My STBX refused to be involved with his siblings for four years prior to all of this. He said his brother was violent, this sister was untrustworthy, and their other sister is the best, worst addict you could ever meet. I begged him to let the kids be cousins, and he said little one had cousins, my niece and nephews, and they welcomed them back with open arms and threw us away. They didn't want anything to do with my baby. I'm just supposed to forgive? I'm supposed to trust these people?

What the fuck is wrong with me? That I can't just let those relationships die. And now he's going to be free. I don't even understand everything. His bond is $25,000, but his bail is zero dollars he is supposed to pay to have monitoring software put on all electronic devices that can have access the internet he isn't supposed to access the internet or have contacts with minors he can't go to work he can only see his attorney and take his parents to doctor's appointments

so he's just going to be sitting there and twirl his thumbs i don't believe for a second that they will be able to keep him off the internet they made a big point about the victim being a thousand miles away, but I'm one of the main witnesses, and I'm 30 minutes away from him. So when he gets tired of twiddling his thumbs, he can run over here and kill me real quick, because his life in prison isn't much worse than 40 years. My security is gone. I want to run away. I posted his mugshot and charges on my Facebook when he was arrested and added all of his family and friends so they could see. I made it public. My sister told me that it really reflected. poorly on my character. They expect me to count down to their family and just accept that,

of course we support him and will do anything to keep him out of jail. They act like something is wrong with me because they don't believe in blindly supporting loved ones bad acts. They say my thinking is skewed when I ask, if you don't feel like he is to blame here, then who is? The answer is me, and I'm supposed to be cool with them being around my kid. Now, I'm thinking that he lives at the edge of a city park, and I could just print a flyer. Dumb, I know, but if I'm going to be scared anyways, and distributed around the area, so people know who is on their street. I was also thinking about posting something on the next door app. I just feel so powerless.

No matter what, he wins. There is no credit to us for keeping it together while he's been free for the last six months. Now, he gets to be free again. and I'm pushed back to a cage of uncertainty. My niece is devastated. Her pain in violation wasn't enough to keep him locked up. Twelve felonies. What the fuck?

I apologize for this hideous rant. And then the OP makes another update titled, He will never tell the truth and they will never see the things I have. And the update reads as follows. I tried to build a relationship with this family for my little one. but that has repeatedly exploded in my face. His sister acted compassionate, then wrote a letter to the judge supporting his bond.

We fell out after that. His mother sent me a package with multiple cards and letters. She signed each one mom. I had sent her husband a Facebook message in January, and one was a response. We do have little ones best interest in mind. Nothing says you care about someone's welfare like a response six months later.

I friended some random people on Facebook, a lot actually. The other day, this lady accepts my friend requests and then sends me a message. She asked if I'm STBX's wife. I said yes. She said good. I promise this is going somewhere. I'm just getting to know my biological family, so please keep it positive. At that point, I was confused as to who she was.

I had never heard of a child that was put up for adoption in their family, but my STBX FIL has 12. siblings so she could fit it anywhere. I ask her where she fits in. She responds, STBX is my brother, STBX F IL is my father. At that point, I was blown away. Is this a new revelation? Is she older than his oldest sister? Then she says that that STBX is really kind and sweet and that she assumes he's innocent. I thought he was kind and sweet too once. All I can think about here are three beautiful teenage daughters that I see on her page. I stopped talking to her because I want her to wait and see. I don't want to argue. I can't help but feel like she has been asked to try and talk to me.

She has said some things about little ones that mirrored their other sister's words exactly. I'm not sure what to think. I've also discovered that he is studying anatomy. He downloaded a $25 app about it. It's extremely out of character. I don't know that I can even explain. When we were together, he would flip if I spent more than like $3 a month in the play store. He never wanted to read or learn new things. He taught himself about technology and loved watching stuff about ancient aliens, hidden treasures, and conspiracy theories. I can't help but wonder.

This makes me feel crazy. I have no clue how paranoid to be. Maybe it's innocent. I don't know. I believe he would commit S word. I am in a constant fear that he will hurt little one or me. I don't know if I'm being crazy paranoid or if it is justified. I feel like I'm shutting down.

I just want to hide in the house. And then the OP makes another update titled JNS please guilty to illegal content involving minor charges. And I think JNSO is just no significant other, so X significant other, but the update reads as follows. Today, my STBXH stood. up in court and pled guilty to nine counts related to the possession and production of illegal content involving minors. He admitted guilt to three charges and entered Alford

pleas on the rest. Some charges were dropped, persuant to a plea deal with the prosecutor. There is no agreement in the plea deal for sentencing, which is projected to take place in March. I am less than pleased that he was able to give the Alford pleas, allows him to admit that the evidence is enough to convict him, but he is not admitting guilt. I don't feel as relieved as I expected, but it is definitely a step in the right direction. And then the OP makes another update titled JNSO shared my insecurities with JNSIL to give her fodder to harass me with. And the update reads as follows. Tonight, I realized how targeted her attacks had become, and these weren't wild guesses on things

she might be able to hurt me with. I have blocked her on social media and changed my phone number. Somehow, she finds a way around it. Tonight, she attacked my weight and called me desperate to fit in. She tried to taunt that my father had abused me. My dad just died, never abused me.

He adopted me after raising me most of his life. My bio father was abusive. She told me that my little one would hate me when she grows up. She told me I wasn't good enough for her brother's last name. these are all the things that I spoke about with my husband. We worked together for seven years, and I loved and trusted him.

I know I shouldn't allow myself to be hurt by him anymore. He already violated so much. My trust, our marriage, the safe environment I thought I had created for the children in my life, the promises he made to our child and other children, their trust, and the list goes on forever. Edit, my husband has recently entered some guilty pleas for the illegal. content involving minors. I have a protective order keeping them from our child and me, and then another update. She had her attorney contact the prosecutor and say I was harassing her. She sent the prosecutor one screenshot of a message. I sent her in response to 10 or so messages

from her. Last night, I sent the prosecutor the full text exchange. The prosecutor just messaged me and thanked me for filling her in on the entire conversation. The prosecutor said she would address sister-in-law's attorney and let sister-in-law know what consequences she may face if she continues and then the opi posts the final update titled j n s tbx was finally sentenced by i hope you like orange for the quick answer he received a 40-year sentence with 34 years suspended he will go to prison for six years, at least, then he will be on indefinite supervision after his release. After release, he cannot have any unsupervised contact with minors, including his own children. He can't drink.

I don't think he can't do without for the entire term of supervision, any violation of these rules or any new charges, and he has to serve the full 40. So, his side tried to pull some last-minute pity plays and came up with a diagnosis of autism, He is 35 years old and worked in management for many years. I know that autism can take many forms, and I'm not making light of it. I just think it's funny that it didn't affect him enough to prevent him from living an average life. But now that he is facing prison, he claims it's an issue. He just got a diagnosis.

This month and his family tried to say they thought he was diagnosed as a child, but had forgotten, slash, nobody ever said anything to me about it. A few days before court is crazy. long-lost sister messaged me on Instagram the only place I'd failed to block her I don't go on Instagram I set it up because last year was posting pics of my child on his Instagram

and I wanted to see she said STBX has autism and little one may have it too I've never blocked anyone so fast she's never even met my child he had a bunch of character reference statements but they were all from people he didn't interact with

during her marriage the prosecutor pointed out that everyone spoke of his nice boy or a good young man. We also got to hear the results of his psycho evaluation where he admitted to having an attraction to teenagers. He also admitted to jerking it to material of my niece. It was hard to hear. God, so fucking gross.

Overall, it is a huge amount of weight off my shoulders. There is some sadness. I had such higher hopes for my marriage. and I never imagine my child would lose her father. We are healing though, and I feel like we can finally move on with our lives. I want to thank all of you who continued to support through this 15-month ordeal.

Y'all have been my sounding board and cheered me on when I was ready to give up. Thank you, Reddit. I couldn't have done it without you. And just, wow, that was such a saga of posts and so sad. I mean, this truly just outlined a nightmare. Like, you can't get much worse than this. Your significant other being found it out as a complete and utter pervert and creep that was recording your niece. I mean, like, it can't

get more nightmares than that and dark. And the O.P. outlined the entire saga, and, I mean, her poor father died during all of this. Her ex-husband's family was attacking her through all of this. I mean, it was truly such a horrific thread. But luckily at the end, the O.P.'s ex-husband got arrested and got sentenced to many, many years in prison. So a good ending. But God, such a nightmarish, nightmarish story where her husband was found out to be a complete creep. And she had to find the material on his tablet. So utterly gross.

But at least this one had a relatively good ending with him being in jail. And I really hope the O.P. can move on from this. and hopefully, you know, yeah, just move on the best they can. And I hope that the O.P.'s little one can move on as well. But truly such a hard saga to read because, yeah, this is anyone's worst nightmare. Sink randomly full of warm, soapy water. Me and my husband were asleep. Originally posted to R.S. What do I do?

And R.S. Strange. And the post was posted on July 23rd. 2025 in the post reads as follows. Okay, as the title suggests, my husband who's 25 male and I who's 24 female, are asleep. It's currently 1255 as I write this. I wake up to get a drink of water and the washing up bowl is full of warm, soapy water. I wake up my husband and he is just as confused. The pots are from earlier and all dry. We live alone and I always leave my bowl slash sink empty due to flies, Spain. What the fuck?

I've never experienced this before. I've had weird experiences here, but nothing like this. And then she shares a picture of her sink with a bowl or a tub full of warm, soapy water. And then some of the top comments read as follows. Someone says, oh, oh, oh, I know this one. Get a carbon monoxide detector. And then the opier spawn saying, should have saw this one coming.

And the OP also gives us an update saying carbon monoxide checked. Not that. Thank God, but also, ah. And then another commenter leaves a more disturbing comment saying, if you have an attic or cross base, you might want to check them,

referring to maybe someone hiding out in the OP's house. And then the OP responds saying, we have no attic or basement and we live in a two-bedroom apartment. We have checked the rooms and nothing. Check the locks just to be sure. We do have a few crawl spaces, but too much furniture to check. And then the OP gives us an update.

And it was posted the same day as the original post, saying, Hi everyone, last night was rough. I didn't sleep much and was quiet. Trying to figure out if anyone breaking in or otherwise. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, no signs. New carbon monoxide detector has been ordered, new cameras too. I put a piece of paper in the bowl last night after emptying and drying it. Perhaps to see if there was a leak?

I even left the pots the same for context, LOL. Nothing. I appreciate the helpful comments just to clear up a few reoccurring comments. No, neither of us have a history of sleepwalking, and no, neither of us have a history of drug use or sleeping medication. Smiley face. And then the OP gives us a second update. In the post reads as follows. Carbon monoxide battery changed slash checked.

Still, all clear. We have also ordered a new detector just to be sure. We have checked our house and we cannot see any unlocked doors or windows that need attention. We don't own any attic or basement, but we do have a few crawl spaces. Husband is going to check this out with a buddy tomorrow and make sure it's all clear as well. as the attached house belonging to my in-laws. They are away for a while in the UK. The only people have access to our apartment with the key, etc.

Thanks guys. We'll update tomorrow. And then the OP gives us a third update, four days later, saying, Hi everyone, sorry I didn't update sooner. Had a lot of abusive messages,

which made me not want to post anymore, but I also know there are people here genuinely curious and supportive. To answer common questions, I have checked the monoxide detector twice and even replaced it. We are safe and that is not it. We also have no dishwasher. We don't take sleeping pills or any drugs. As I stated it a couple days ago, we searched our flat and my husband and parents adjoining house with some friends. Here's the weird part. Our area is clear as expected. We don't have a attic or basement. But we also searched the house connected while his parents are away in the UK for a while.

Turns out the upstairs loft had an old mattress, which looked used despite being left as a spare. Bottles of what looks like pee and some empty wrappers, etc. Nobody was up there, but we alerted police who came to check it out. They helped us call a locksmith and searched the house completely and our apartment to nothing. We hope whoever it was isn't able to come back. I think this will be my last update unless there's some more updates or if the person returns. So it ended up being that someone was living in the O.P.'s house or the connected house. How terrifying is that? And then there was some top comments. Someone says,

yeah, they were probably bathing in that hot, soapy water. That's what I commented on your other post. Them moving around is what woke you that night. How terrifying is that? Someone else says, oh my God, this is horrifying. Someone else says, I had a feeling. I had a feeling that was it, damn. Glad to hear you're safe and you've contacted police and locksmith. And I'm so sorry people are being mean. Thank you for leaving this update and not avoiding posting again because of other Reddit users poor social skills. Someone else says, this is genuinely horrifying. How are you feeling? And then the OP replies saying, pretty paranoid and shaken up, to be honest. We've changed all the locks and we're staying at a hotel for a couple nights just to be sure and

process everything. My main concern is if whoever it was, knew we were asleep only a couple doors away? What was the water used for? Where were they when I made my original post and sat up for hours reading comments slash advice? Chills. Oh my God, that is actually so scary. Yeah, that is a good question by the OP. Where was the person when OP came out?

Oh, my God, how scary is that if the guy or whatever was watching her scroll through comments and stuff like that? So scary. And then someone else replies to the OP saying, they were likely bathing or cleaning their clothes or bottles when they heard you wake in the middle of the night. Terrifying thought is, this is probably not the first time. Only the first time they've been caught. And yeah, this is genuinely horrifying.

This is like my worst nightmare ever. So, yeah, this was a very chilling pose to read for myself. And, yeah, that's just insane. How long was this guy doing it? And hopefully the OPs are right now. Hopefully this guy kind of learned his lesson and got the hell out of there. And hopefully he isn't in someone else's attic or whatever. Yeah, this is a good PSA.

Check your addicts. Check your crawl space. Check your basements. Who knows if somebody is living down there. I don't mean to make you guys paranoid. But yeah, I don't know. These stories are a good reminder to just be careful and, you know, aware of your home. And if anyone's lurking around.

Very scary post, but very interesting. on to the next one. Am I the asshole for believing my daughter over a grown man? Originally posted on November 30th, 2023. I don't know if I watch too many crime shows or if I'm just paranoid, so I've come here to ask. Last week, I made chicken noki soup. When it was almost done, I started helping my daughter with a school project. She got us both a bowl, and a few seconds later, my boyfriend runs into the room with a bowl

and tells me to eat the bowl he has. I told him it was all the same, and he insisted that he wanted mine because it had more chicken. Thinking back now, I don't know how he would know that considering my daughter dished it out. My daughter took the bowl he gave me

and said she would eat it. He yanked it out of her hand and said, No, it's for mom. I took the bowl and he went to the living room. I continued doing my daughter's project and told her not to eat the soup. 20-ish minutes later, I walked into the kitchen

to pour the soups out, and he was still eating his. He asked why we didn't eat any, and I said the cat got into it while we were waiting for it to cool down. He screamed, what? Was it your bowl? Cats can't eat that? I told him it was only a lick, but he has been stressed out watching the cat like a hawk, obsessive even. His reaction was very weird. These accidents all happened before the soup incident over the span of six months. It wasn't one after another in a short period. period of time. Since then, my emergency money has gone missing. I keep money hidden just in case.

I lost my older sister because she wasn't able to escape a dangerous situation, and I literally swore on her grave I would never be in that position. After the soup incident, I went to get my money and it was gone. It was hidden, and I changed the location every few months. I asked my daughter if maybe she found it and that if she took it, I wouldn't be mad because I knew she couldn't have spent it. She said no. A few hours later, she tells me she forgot, but the other day her and my boyfriend got pulled over and she saw my pink wallet in his glove box. I did not tell her which wallet was, or that it was in a wallet. I decided to ask him if he found it by accident. He asked me why I was hiding a large amount of money. You know, you could never leave me and laughed. He has

never said anything like that before. I told him it was my daughter's Christmas. He said, no, he didn't find the money, but could use his credit card for gifts. I didn't tell him about my daughter, seen my wallet in his car. Now, here are a few other things that have happened in the past few months that seemed random at the time, but now they don't. I have a severe allergy to latex. One day, we were about to have intimate time, and I glanced at the mirror we have by our bed and saw the condom wrapper was a different color. I stopped him because it wasn't latex free, and he said it was a mistake, and just an older one. one he had. We had been dating for over two years and he knows how serious my allergy is.

My epipen that I keep in my room is missing and I didn't realize it. I didn't realize it was missing until I was searching for my money. Another odd thing is one day he was following me down the stairs while I was carrying laundry and he kicked the back of my leg and I fell. He said he had slipped but the stairs are wood and he was wearing his steel toe boots. At the time I thought it was an accident. Am I overthinking this? My anxiety has been at an all-time high. Do I watch too much true crime?

Here is why I think I might be the asshole. We have a good relationship. He loves my daughter like she is his. We split all shared bills and we both pull our own weight around the apartment. We don't fight. He has never so much as raises his voice at me. We are paycheck to paycheck, but bills are paid. I thought about going to my mom's house for a few days and asking him when I can get there.

when I'm safe about the money, but I don't have any money to do that now. She is on a fixed income and can't help. I feel stupid for being scared. Last night, I decided to check his car for my wallet, and he caught me. I asked him for my money back, and he tried playing dumb. I told him my daughter sought there. He told me she was lying. I told him I never told her about the money or the wallet. He said he was a grown man and kids lie all the time. I asked him once more for for the money and he said, quote, I'm not giving you money to leave me. I waited until he was in the shower to grab my cat and my daughter and we left. I can't take my cat with us to the shelter and the DV shelters are full. I was able to get us a night at a cheap motel. This exact situation is why

I had money saved. I did everything right and now I'm screwed. I feel like I just blew up my entire life. Yes, I'm using a burner account and reading all the comments that I can. And now let's get into some of the top comments. Someone says, I would not be at all surprised if he took out a life insurance policy on you. And I agree because this is very concerning. I mean, it seems like he tried to do something extreme multiple times, kicking her leg while walking down the stairs, being super weird about the soup and also the latex thing. Very, very concerning. And also, the EpiPen being missing.

That is very concerning. Someone else says, run immediately. And luckily the OP did. Someone else says, once is an anomaly. Twice is a coincidence. Three times is a pattern. Document everything. Get your money and your papers and valuables to someone you trust

and get yourself and your daughter out safely. You are not being paranoid and you need to trust your instincts. Someone else says, not the asshole and oh God, run away. I mean, the red flags are so obvious here, it almost seems made up. like a television script. If this is real, run away from that murderer you live with. Someone else says, NTA, you were smart to trust your gun run.

Safe men are not concerned whether you have money to leave them. This almost sounds like he has a special interest in your daughter and is playing the part of the perfect boyfriend so that you do not start expressing your concerns or misgivings about him to your mom slash family who could block his adoption process of your daughter after your accidental passing. He's actively and flippantly risking your life,

often in the most sneaky slash black-handed ways, hiding the EpiPen and emergency fun, hoping you wouldn't notice until it was too late, and showing a considerable lack of concern for your own well-being. If my boyfriend had kicked me down the stairs, he would have either scrambled to catch me or flown down those damn stairs to make sure I was okay. Please take the time tonight to write out in bullet points

every questionable event slash close call you can remember, including the ones listed above, with approximate dates so you, A, have a retrospect timeline to share with your counselors slash therapists slash other professionals who may be helping you navigate the aftermath of this slash B can see yourself the list of reasons while you'll never go back and stop questioning your decision. And in my opinion, it's very clear that the OP is in a bad situation. in the OP post, an update four days later. Let's get into it. My post got a lot of attention

and my account was shadow banned for a few days. I was able to appeal and get my account back because I'm not a bot or some AI. Now, for the update. The day after we left, he sent me a picture of my ebby pen and tried telling me it was in my nightstand the whole time. I tore that room apart looking for it

so I know for 100% fact it was not there. He took it. He tried getting me to come back, telling me I scared myself stupid and watched too many true crime TV. Something didn't feel right, so I told him to put my money and EpiPen in the mailbox. He went back and forth and he denied having my money. He then said, quote, if we broke up, you and Maria, my daughter, are no longer allowed in my apartment and will be treated like trespassers and sent me a picture of his target

practice sheets. And holy shit, that is deeply concerning. And if you guys don't know, target practice sheets for shooting guns and that's how you, you know, practice shooting. And that is, you know, him alluding to shooting them, which is absolutely horrific. She continues saying, I went to the police about my money and was told it was a civil issue. I was upset but wanted the rest of my stuff. So I asked for an escort. Yesterday, I finally got an escort into the apartment with a cop and my landlord.

He destroyed everything of my daughters. And he ruined the laptop charger I used. for work. No EpiPen. My daughter's medication and backup medical supplies were ruined. Our landlord let me off the lease without having to pay an early termination fee, which is great considering I have no money. Motels are expensive. I don't want to get rid of our cat. All shelters are full, and this is scary as shit. I'm sorry this is a shitty update, but I know people wanted it. And I mean, that's great that the landlord let her off without having to pay the early termination fee. That's really awesome.

But geez, this is horrific. The boyfriend destroyed everything of theirs. And now the daughter doesn't have medication. The OP doesn't have their ebbie pen or their charger. And oh my God, this guy is a monster. The OP's ex-boyfriend, I assume. And let's get into some of the top comments on this. Someone says, I don't understand how the theft of cash is a civil matter.

You should be able to press charges for theft, and it looks like a decent amount. Property damage, vandalism, and maybe other things. Destroying medications might come under child endangerment. By sending pictures of your epipen, he's proven that he has it and is keeping it from you. That might count for something too. Don't know the laws where you are, but if they don't charge him with something, it's bullshit. Push the police to do something as he's obviously a danger. If your name was on the lease, then it wasn't his.

his apartment. He couldn't have made a clear threat than treated like trespassers, and you can't be a trespasser in your own home. I'm so glad you're out and safe. I was worried for you and your daughter. I hope you find somewhere safe to stay with your mom or a friend while you get things together. Maybe your mom or friend could look after the cat if you could get into a shelter, but above all, keep yourself safe. Don't let them know where you're staying if you can help it. This will get better. Someone else says, wow, he probably wanted to kill you. He is a psychopath. And then the OP post, an update six days later.

And let's get into it. My original post got a lot of attention, but then my account got shadow banned and was temporarily removed. I just updated five days ago, but this will be my final updates because there's nothing anyone can do. I was encouraged to go back to the police station after my last update. On Saturday, December 9th, I went back again. This time I printed out the threatening text messages that included the target practice sheets he sent. I explained in detail about the, quote,

accidents proving he was trying to hurt me. And I even had my landlord put in writing that he believed our lives were in danger after seeing everything I was showing the police and let me leave the lease early. I brought in the destroyed medical supplies and medications. The police said they had already talked to him, and said he didn't do any of it.

He told them my daughter probably destroyed her stuff because she is quote, special ed. She has very mild ass burgers, but doesn't destroy things. Since it was his word against mine, they believed him. I didn't have proof he stole the money or that it even existed in the first place.

I was told the EpiPen was my responsibility and they won't do anything if it's lost. I was told to, quote, let it go and acted like I was bothering the police with my quote, petty civil issues. I am so defeated and angry. My daughter isn't going to have gifts for Christmas

because I have to save for a new deposit on my apartment. We've been staying in motels while I was reaching out to DV resources. I can't get help without a restraining order slash police report. Every place is out of funds. He's getting away with everything, and I'm so glad we got out because there's no doubt in my mind he would have gotten away with my murder. I know this sounds like my last update, but that is what happened.

Nothing new. No justice, no repercussions for him. He gets to stay in the apartment. My landlord offered me another unit across town, but I can't afford to move in. This exact situation is why I had money stashed away because no one has ever cared about me slash us, and I knew that. There's nothing else I can do. And then the OP gives us an update 18 days later with, a chilling title, titled, I Thought We Are Safe, and the Update reads as follows.

A lot of people wanted an update, so here it is. On Christmas, he slashed my tires, knowing I'd have to pay out of pocket to replace them, which I don't have. Today, he threw a heavy patio chair through the window of the place we are staying at to let me know he knew where we were, and I was asked to leave for everyone's safety, except my daughter and I aren't safe. I walked in the sleet slash snow with my daughter and our cat and I felt vulnerable and like open prey. So he came back to the police station to sit in the lobby until morning. Shelters are still full and I now have to disclose that he is dangerous anywhere we go. Police can find him, but I know he has to be close.

I don't know what his end game is. And now let's get into some top comments. Someone says, hey, O.P. I'm a caseworker at a women's DV shelter. I understand all these shelters are at capacity right now, but you can also go to your local department of social services. They might be able to put you up somewhere. When a person enters shelter,

caseworkers like me notify the DSS from their county of origin because DSS are the ones paying for their shelter stay. When you go to them to explain, you're facing an imminent threat from your ex and have experienced a DV incident within the last 120 days but cannot find shelter, they can sometimes take the funding they'd have used to pay for the shelter stay and put it towards a hotel.

Hotels are more expensive than shelters, so they'll be reluctant to do it long term if they do agree, but it's worth exploring as an option. Someone else asked saying, Can police direct you to a DV shelter? And the OP said, The shelters here are full, so we are just sitting in the police station lobby.

We are at least safe and warm, so I'm grateful for that. And then someone asked on donations, and the OP says, Donations aren't allowed here, and my post could get removed because of it. I'm trying to stay awake and really just venting. I'm so frustrated that he keeps getting away with this shit. Someone else says, do you know how he keeps finding you?

Have you checked for trackers? The OP responded saying, I honestly have no idea. He's supposed to have a new girlfriend too, so I don't know why he's messing with me and destroying property. Someone else said, reset your phone to factory settings, and the OP says, I got a cheap burner after he left. He doesn't have my number, nor have I used to call anyone, so I don't know how he is still tracking me.

Someone else says, you said he sent you a photo of the EpiPen after you left. How did he communicate that with you? And the OP responded saying, he sent it through my email before I blocked it. And then the OP makes another update four days later, titled, I found the air tag in the cat carrier. Oh my God. And the post reads as follows. I checked everywhere I could think of and still couldn't figure out how he was tracking us. I blocked him on everything, including email, after he sent me pictures of his target practice sheets

among other things. I got a cheap burner phone. My daughter was out of school for winter break, so he didn't follow her or anything. I checked my car for a tracker. Still, nothing. I do not have an iPhone, so I couldn't check whatever app a air tag is attached to. My cat is harness trained and wears a collar, but. There was no tracker.

Until today, I decided to feel up. Sorry, the only way I could describe it. The carrier. I ran my fingers over every inch of it and felt a bump on the bottom soft side. There was no new stitching or obvious cut. He had to use a seam ripper along the stitching. It was undetectable and I almost missed it. He had to have had help because I've never seen him so anything.

Probably the same person who is letting him hide now. If his excuse for the air tag was to track my cat, he would have had to put it on his collar or harness because that is what he would wear when we go on walks slash car rides. My cat would never go in his carrier unless I was planning on leaving for more than a few days. I have no idea how long it has been there, nor do I know how far the tracker works,

but now we aren't safe where we are again. I feel disgusting and I feel like hunted prey. This is so unnerving, and I'm so uncomfortable. Who the fuck was I living with? And then one of the top comments on this update says, he had helped sewing that tracker into the cat carrier. Time to tick every piece of clothing, every jacket lining, every plush toy,

every stitch of everything you own, and utilize the digital tools other commenters have mentioned to ping any nearby trackers. The car has so many places to conceal a tracker, behind interior panels, in the headliner, under the center console, taped to the underside of the bumper, the cat carrier, may not be the only one. And then the OP Mix and Updates six days later titled, I finally got the restraining order.

I'm hoping this update will make everyone as happy as it makes me. I was finally granted the restraining order. And we get the keys to our new apartment on the 11th, a place I can afford monthly and comes partially furnished. It's in a super safe area. right by my daughter's school. There is security. We will spend our time living in our car until then,

and of course, it has to be snowing, but we are together and we have our kitty. This nightmare is almost over. And then the OP gives us an update one month later, titled, A restraining order didn't stop him. This morning, he found me. I've been sick as hell,

so after I dropped my daughter off at school, I went straight home. I didn't drive around to make sure no one is following me. I messed up. He broke my nose and shattered my orbital bone. He is in jail. Sorry for this update, y'all.

God, that is just so disheartening after the restraining order post because the OP seemed in very good spirits, and then they made this post. The ex-boyfriend found her, and like she said, broke her nose and shattered her orbital bone. So, so horrible. And then people under this say, you did not mess up.

He did. and someone else says this is not your fault it is in no way shape or form your fault it is entirely his fault because he is an abuser I hope he stays in jail but

you need to protect yourself in the likely event he is released can you get connected with DV resources in your or another community and the OP responded saying I'm sure his mom will bail him out why can't he just move on he took my money

and my peace what more can he take until he is satisfied and god you can just tell how you know drained the opi is they have nothing left and they have nothing left to give it's so so horrible and then the opi makes a comment saying staying in the hospital for the night i was pretty sick before this happened my daughter is with a friend for the night my landlord fixed the door as best he could and told me my cat wasn't in the apartment so i'm worried sick i thought this was over i'm so so so tired god That is just so horrible.

Another commenter says, please pull your daughter out of her school and leave the state ASAP. And the OP response saying, I so wish I could do this, but we just moved into her new place. I should have just stayed with my mom. She lives in another state,

but I didn't want to disrupt my daughter's life too much. I have $3 to my name, so I can't leave. And then the OP makes an update two days later, titled, not being able to move, even if my life depends on. it and the update reads as follows. I know the importance of having money saved and I live

within my means. How many of us is one disaster away from losing everything? A fire, job loss, a bank screw up, a late paycheck, illness, or someone stealing from you. I had money saved because I knew that any one of those things could happen and I wouldn't have anyone who could help me. And it did. Two months ago, my ex tried poisoning me and stole the money I had. I had saved. It's been hell since. I was able to break my lease and leave. I went to my mom's over Christmas break, but I came back because I didn't want to disrupt my daughter's schooling, and I underestimated my ex. I was able to get an apartment through DV services very quickly, which was a miracle. I know how hard it is to find housing and then try to come up with all the

deposits a new place needs. I did it. The cards fell in my favor, but then I fucked up. On Friday, I took my daughter to school and wasn't diligent. I will usually drive around to make sure I'm not being followed. To be honest, I started feeling crazy, paranoid, and angry. I was wasting gas. Plus, I have pneumonia and strep that I haven't been able to pay for the antibiotics, so I just went home to my bed. He found me and broke my nose,

shattered my orbital bone, and I have a concussion. I have a restraining order, and he was arrested. I shared this on another sub and everyone telling me to move, leave, run, except I can't do that. It's hard trying to explain that to people for the first time because it sounds like excuses. Like I like living in fear or something. I can't pull money out of thin air. My credit card is maxed.

I contacted DV services at the hospital and because I just got help, I can't get it again. The thing I didn't know about abuse of men is that they don't just move on or stop. There are DV shelters, but they are full. I wish people would understand that. I know how serious this is, but money doesn't grow on trees, even if a life depends on it. And then some people in the comments under this update say, Will your parents really not help you? In the OP response, saying, I only have my mom who lives out of state.

She is on fixed income so she can't help me. We would stay with her, but at this point, I'm out of luck and nothing worth a damn to sell. Someone else says, you need to disappear. and the OP respond saying, honestly, how? I'm not going to get anywhere on foot. And then the OP makes another update 11 days later, titled,

He was with me to get to my daughter. It all makes sense now. If you need more context, please read my past posts. In my first post, I said how we had a normal relationship and he was never abusive, controlling, never raised his voice.

The money that he ended up stealing was money I had hidden since before he even moved in. I was not hiding money to get away from him. I was not afraid of him. I lost my sister to DV and swore I'd never have that happen to me only to end up in that exact situation. We don't have this spectacular love that was filled of insane chemistry, nowhere near a quote, love of my life situation,

which is why I was so confused by how desperate he got. After he got arrested, his mom went on social media rant because, I, quote, got her baby locked up and knew we were sleeping in my car, so was telling her followers that if they find me to call her. Very bold and insane. One of my ex's friends saw this and commented, quote, I don't know if he should be sticking up for him. He needs serious help. I don't know how I caught it before it was deleted, but I reached out to him on my fake Facebook. Every time they were drinking, he would talk about her and then laugh it off.

It made his friends uncomfortable, but they chalked it up to the boo. Two weeks ago, when my daughter came to see me in the hospital, she was distraught. It made sense because I looked like hell, but she kept repeating over and over, asking me why he did this to me. I think there was more to this, and I'm frightened to my core. Remember he stole my EpiPen and money, but he also destroyed almost everything of hers, and I didn't understand it because she has nothing to do with the breakup? Why did he destroy her medicine? Why did he destroy her clothes? fucking why don't abusers threaten their victim into not saying anything or something is going to happen to someone slash something they love i'm sick to my stomach even riding this out i don't know where to go from here how do i even begin a conversation about this with her we are safe i'm not worried about him finding us because he is still in jail which is great because i'm out of money he wasn't desperate and crazy because he was losing me i think it was because of her

And then let's get into some top comments on this. Someone says he raged out because his plan to kill you and take your daughter didn't work out for him. He destroyed her possessions because he was so infatuated with her. And when he realized that wasn't happening, he lost control. Take care of yourself and I hope you never see him again. And then someone replies to that, commenter saying, Good Lord, I hope like hell he didn't do anything to her.

My heart breaks for you both. please stay safe and please keep checking in with us I know you have thousands of people out here rooting for you and your daughter if you live in Washington State you guys could stay with me I have a two bedroom I wish you both well bless you and then the OP makes an update five days later and it is a short and chilling post titled My ex is getting bailed out tomorrow

I'm so angry and scared I wish I had faith in the justice system and with cops because they are supposed to protect, right? Except that isn't always the case. I'm tired of being hurt and I'm tired of being scared. Anxiety is on 100. It's exhausting, fearing my daughter and I's life. And then the OP makes another update eight days later titled, How Can I Feel Saver at Home?

I know a lot of people are following my post and will be disappointed in hearing. that my ex was bailed out. And I'm still healing from when he broke my nose and shattered my orbital loan. I know a restraining order is just a piece of paper because he ignored it when I was attacked and the police aren't going to save me. For security, I only have a doorbar that slides under the knob. I don't have a ring camera and I can't buy a pew-pue until I have extra funds. He made me sell it a year ago because he was, quote, uncomfortable with it being in the house.

Another red flag I missed. My question is what I can do to feel safer that doesn't require money. Every night, my daughter and I push the couch in front of the door, but I'm worried that if there is a fire, we can't get out. I have myself worried sick to the point of painful stomach ulcers. I tried talking to my nearest neighbor, but when I started explaining my situation and how it would be great if she could let me know if she sees anyone around my apartment,

she got weirded out, which I get. Just looking for some peace of mind. Will that ever exist in my life again? And then someone makes a comment under this post saying, I volunteered most of my life in some way or another with women's shelters. This cost a little money. One thing we would recommend that is not commonly known or talked about is a life alert. I've fallen and can't get up.

If you get in a situation with your abuser, they will think to take a phone, but it takes time to get a call placed. Life alert gives you a pendant you can wear under your shirt. they'll contact someone immediately by touching a button that's hidden. I have set these accounts up before and told the company that if that button is pushed, they need to call police immediately because the reason it was pushed is that an abuser has shown up and the account holder is in extreme danger. They have your address and may now have GPS and can hear what's happening or free.

Talk to a few neighbors you trust that if they hear your car alarm go off to immediately call the police and let them know you need help right now. It's a bat signal, and you need help. Sleep with your car keys on the nightstand. Weapons that seem like normal items, hand weights, a decorative rock, a solid baseball bat, a cast iron pan. They live in a certain place strategically placed throughout your house, and you know exactly where they are, even in the dark. Vary your routine. It's inconvenient and tiring, but it helps.

Vary your lighting. borrow timer plugs or purchase a few. Switch it up often. Always park in front of a camera view. At work, the grocery store, etc. Meditation. Being able to think clearly and in the moment is super important. Practice calm in your mind, so if you have a problem,

you have the skill in place to stay calm and work your way out. It's also useful to heal. Ask neighbors with cameras to include your house in the line of sight of their cameras and really cheap. Dollar tree. Window and door alarms, they are loud and at least let you know something is happening. Also, bells like the Christmas ones that hand on doorknobs can be placed on the back of interior doors. Fake cameras are also available, have one pointed at any entrance point, windows and doors inside. It might make them think twice if you breaks the window and sees it. Motion activated singing toys can be useful around doors or in a hallway you would not go into at night.

only if you don't have pets. Please go talk to your local DV shelter. They may be able to get you a camera, give you personal alarms, and offer a multitude of advice and resources. And then the OP makes another update one week later titled, Am I the asshole?

Or was this just a mistake? I know this is all I post about, and if you want more context, you can read my past posts. I feel like I need to tell someone what is happening so that it makes me feel real, and that I'm not just upset and crazy for nothing. My ex got out on bail last week.

My daughter and I already left the new apartment we had moved into after he attacked me. My daughter's school knows about my situation and knows I have a restraining order. Today, my daughter got a call from the front office at school. The secretary told her that the pickup car had changed from mine to a new car. She was being told this so that when the school let out, she wouldn't get upset when she didn't see my car. The new car is the same one as my exes. It is a rare car slash color, and she told me she knew it was his car. She didn't say anything to the secretary or a teacher because she was instantly scared.

It breaks my heart that she was in fear because she thought he had got me and was going to get her. She was given the message hours before school let out, so she spent all that time worrying. The last 10 minutes of the day is when the kids can use the bathroom and clean up. She started crying in front of her whole class and when the bell rang, she refused to leave the classroom. I was in the carpool line when I got the call from the teacher.

I've never seen her so upset and that is saying a lot because she was so upset when she visited me in the hospital. Face beat red, hyperventilating, snot everywhere. She had cried so hard she got a nosebleed. After they told me what happened,

I was livid. It all sounded like bullshit because the secretary never, should have relayed the message without talking to me first, since she said it was a mail on the phone. As soon as the secretary looked my daughter up to find out which room to call, she should have seen the message I thought I was saying no one should ever pick her up at me. No information should ever be released. Quote, he was never in contact with her, so it's not that big of a deal. It was a mistake, is what they told me. All he had to give her was her full name and what grade

she was in to get a message to her. They said that to me with a straight face while the bruises he gave me were very visible proving he is a violent man. I'm so fucking angry. She told me she knew I didn't get a new car because as much as I tried to hide it from her,

she knows I'm broke. She thought she was going to have to go with him. She has been so traumatized and I don't know what to do. She wants to switch to e-learning but since it's not a medical reason and not a school-wide restriction, I would have to pay to rent the laptop,

which I obviously can't. The school is calling it an innocent mistake and didn't even apologize. I know I'm the only one responsible for my daughter and I safety, but damn, if people could stop jeopardizing it like it's nothing and then acting like I'm the asshole for being upset because it was a mistake.

He wasn't there after school, but he could have. And then the OP went silent for three and a half weeks straight. And everyone was very concerned and worried. This is the longest break the OPE has taken in a long, long time, although the OPE finally comes back with an update titled, Finally Safe. And the post reads as follows. I've had a few people asking, so I wanted to update.

I can now confidently say that my daughter, Kat and I are safe and will continue to be from here on out. I can start rebuilding without fear, and I'm not okay, but we are safe. And then the OP makes an update three weeks later titled, I've spent the last four months running for my life. I just want to say that if anyone is going through something similar to me, you can vent to me. This is something you have to experience to understand how hard it is.

I know there are DV resources, but they are extremely limited. I had someone on here checking in with me. and when I explained what was going on, I was asked, why aren't you stable yet? And it kind of took me off guard. Only a few people knew I was pregnant through this. I left my home with basically nothing and went to a hotel and he found me. I went to another hotel and he found me.

I went to a safe house for two nights where I was asked to leave because my ex was dangerous. Slept in my car with my daughter, went to my mom's out of state, came back to my home state because that is where DV resources helped with an apartment. He followed me back to my apartment from my daughter's school. I was hospitalized when he broke my nose, shattered my orbital bone, and gave me a concussion. I had to leave that apartment, back to hotels and sleeping in my car, and finally back to my mom's.

So much money feels wasted. I have the opportunity to be added on to her new lease, but it's a bigger unit and requires a first, slash last deposit. Impossible unless I rob a bank. The pet deposit is already paid. But I only have until the first, or we are back to living in the car

because we have exceeded our visitation days. A year lease where my rent would only be $500 a month. Utilities maybe $150? I'd be saving so much money and be able to rebuild my life. We would all have our own rooms, which means privacy. Even though we are all female,

privacy is precious. I haven't slept in a bed since the hotel beds, but even then it wasn't my bed. It's been my car, hotel bed, or the couch. Even when we are briefly in our new place, I still slept on the couch when it pushed against the front door. I know all my posts are about the same thing, one thing after another. And yes, it is exhausting and repetitive, but think about how I feel. I'm desperate for stability, and I can't get it because, he took so much for me.

It wasn't until I was out of our house and away from him for me to see how much power he had over my life. It's embarrassing. Even if I have to go back to living in my car, I'll still be around to talk and I'll still be optimistic because I deserve good things to happen to me

that aren't only in my dreams. And then the OP went silent for about a month, but then we finally got an update, although it was not good news, titled The Vet gave my abuser, my location. I want to say this was a genuine mistake and not done with malicious intent, but I still need to vent about it. Just like my daughter's school letting my abuser give her message.

This was an accident, but accidents put my life in danger, and I'm exhausted. I post about my situation a lot, and despite a few users thinking my ex would find my Reddit, I'm not worried about that. However, I am terrified of him knowing where I am. He has gone through a restraining order. Police don't scare him. And when he got slash gets arrested, he will just get bailed out. I knew the only way I could live a normal life was getting as far away from him as possible. So I took my daughter and my cat and moved in with my mom a few states away. I was 100% confident that he didn't know where I was because they never met. We were actually estranged for a few years before my ex and I even got together.

I started feeling safe. I stopped jumping when I heard loud trucks. I was starting to get comfortable, even though not a lot of time had passed. A few days ago, my cat's back legs stopped working, and he lost control of his bodily fluids. I was working, but my mom rushed him to the ER vet. There were questions she couldn't answer, so they asked if he was chipped. He is, but I changed my number a few times lately,

so one of the two numbers was out of service, so they called the second one. I forgot to remove his number. I know this is my fault. The vet called him to get information, and he didn't give any information and hung up on them. The receptionist said he called back about five minutes later and said, quote, I know she doesn't have money. Tell her, I'll save her cat if she comes home. Jesus.

He knows how much my cat means to me. He found me the first time I left because his mom helped him sew an air tag into the lining of the cat carrier. He knew if I was to ever leave him, I wouldn't leave my cat. One time, my ex threw him out of the house to hurt me while I was at work and he refused to leave the porch. My ex then tried squirting him with a water bottle, and when that didn't work, he sprayed him with the hose. He basically got waterboarded and still would not leave. He is my sole cat. When I got to the vet and they told me what happened, I had one of the worst panic attacks I've had in a while.

I've had my cat for 10 years and he has never gotten sick or injured. He has a UTI and a fractured foot from falling. The vet thinks he probably got his foot hurt first and that led to the UTI since he wasn't using the litter box. I noticed he was slightly limping a few days ago and I couldn't get him into the vet yet. The UTI developed quickly. I was naive in thinking the vet would save a pet's life, even if the owner can't pay up front, but it isn't like a human going into the ER. I've spent so much money in time trying to get away from my ex while also trying to live a normal, safe life for my daughter. Once again, something happens and he now knows the city we are in.

I'm not running again because I can't. I don't think he'll drive up here because, like I said, I'm a few. few states away, but man, did this bring back my paranoia and irrational fear? I changed the chip information, but the damage is done. I was a fucking idiot for not doing it sooner. This is my fault. I'm so damn tired. And then let's get into some comments.

Someone says, why did they use the microchip to get your number? Did your mom not have your most recent number to give them or something? Could you not be reached at work yet? That's just weird to me. And the OPE respond saying, My mom was flustered because she knew the ER vet was going to be expensive and knew I couldn't pay, but she couldn't answer any questions because she didn't know.

Didn't know how old he was or if he had his shots. I can't take my phone into my work building. And she didn't know the manager's phone number. I was able to pay partial with scratch pay, but not all, which is heartbreaking. A broken heart and frustrating anger is what I feel too. Someone else comments saying, I just don't understand why the vets would go through the trouble of scanning the chip

and calling the numbers on there instead of just asking your mom for your number. Seems like a lot of grief could have been avoided in the clinic had to do more work to call a company and get the phone numbers. And the OP responded saying, I've had to change my number over six times in a three-month time span. My mom didn't know it off the top of her head. Someone else comments saying, If you are communicating with your mom, it would be in her phone. If it changes so often, the last number in her phone would be more accurate than a microchip,

which is less likely to be updated. This is very strange. And the OP responds saying, I was at work. I cannot have my personal phone on me and my cat was having a medical emergency. My mom didn't know how old my cat was or if he had had his shots. They had a lot of questions. She had no answer to, so they scanned the chip to get information.

And then the OP makes an update. a few days later, titled, quote, I can't wait until she is 18. Today, my daughter Z told me that this summer was the worst summer of her life. I agreed with her. Every single day, she has walked to the library with me so I could work my full-time job until I can pay for home internet in the air condition is a huge plus. She keeps herself busy helping the librarian or she reads, but I know it isn't what she wants to be doing. Zee told me she misses her old life back home. She misses good meals and being able to get whatever snacks she wants at a grocery store. She misses making her bed. We are still sleeping on glorified dog beds on the floor. She misses riding her

bike. She misses our cat who recently passed and I do too. I miss it all too. She then says, Tim, my ex, didn't hurt you until after we left and that is why he got mad. If we go back and promise not to leave, can we? I never told her about the accidents that were happening that made me leave. I had to explain how he hid my epipen and started using the condoms I was allergic to. I told her about him poisoning my soup. I told her about the money he stole. I'm ashamed to admit that if he was just hurting me, I would go back. Everything is so fucking hard and it feels like it'll take years to rebuild and give my daughter the life she deserves. Except he wasn't just hurting me. He was after her. I had to tell her that after we left, one of his friends told me how he would talk about her,

how obsessed he was, and how he was waiting until she was 18. Having to answer her questions, quote, why would he like me like that? He is way too old. Quote, he knew me when I was a little girl. He was like my dad. Quote, I'm not a woman yet like you. It was so hard. It was a very mature and emotional conversation. No amount of money would ever make me go back. I'm sharing this as a frustrated event, but also in case there is someone who's being hurt but doesn't want to leave because it feels like you can't.

Your kids are going to be mad. It's going to be fucking hard. Impossible some days. There's nowhere near enough help that you will need. Losing everything is devastating. I won't say it gets better because I don't believe it will anytime soon, but I do know it won't get worse. There's nothing worse than living with someone who is hurting you or even worse. Hurting your kids.

And then the OP doesn't make a post for a few months and comes back with a devastating update titled, My Mom is Gone. I don't know why I'm posting this and I can't believe I'm typing this, but my mom died. My mom died. My mom died. My mom died. No matter how many times I say it, it doesn't look like real words. I don't know if I thought she was going to live forever or if I thought I was going to be first, but to say I'm shocked is an understatement. It feels illegal. She committed S-word late Friday slash early Saturday morning, but I didn't find her until Sunday night. I was working all weekend and I'm grateful my daughter wasn't home and that she wasn't with me when I found her. We lived together.

My mom was my best friend. My Z and I have been living in our car the past few days. I can't be inside until crime scene cleaners come. I never thought I'd ever say that in my entire life. I didn't know she was struggling and I just can't comprehend how not okay she must have. have been. I can't stop thinking about the bond we had and how in sync we were, but how can I say that now? I didn't see it. I failed. I begged the EMTs to tell me what hospital she was going to, even though I knew it was too late. In the past two years, I've lost my sister, my grandma, my aunt, two good friends, a miscarriage, my sole cat, and now my mom. I really hope it's not possible to die from a broken heart because I need to be here for Z.

I'm sorry this post is all over the place. I have so much more to say, but for now, everything feels heavy. I don't know if I believe in the afterlife or anything, but I can physically feel that there is less love for me on earth. How is she just gone? I keep looking at my phone, waiting for her to text me to come pick her up from the hospital. Just waiting. And, um, holy shit.

This is genuinely one of the most devastating Reddit threads I have ever read through. And, um, then the OP makes it an update. A few months later, titled Concluded, Am I the asshole for believing my daughter over a grown man? On November 23, 2023, I made a post questioning whether or not I was the asshole for believing my daughter. I was ignorant and naive for second-guessing myself. I've posted updates since my OG post, but here is a little TLDR of everything that has happened since I left. He hunted us like animals and he had helped doing so.

I had to break two different apartment leases after he found us. He went through restraining orders. I was hospitalized twice after he got violent. We slept in the car on and off for weeks after leaving, was asked to leave shelters for the safety of everyone else. I eventually had to flee the state after he started targeting my daughter at her school. My mom and cat died. In March of this year, my daughter got merced down to the bone in her left foot and had to amputate it.

She bravely testified against him, and some of the things that emerged were things she had. hit from me. He is a monster. She is probably going to have to do e-learning again this year, but this time it isn't because I'm scared he's going to find her. He stole my safety nets and I haven't been able to recover. On July 6th, our apartment flooded and is a total loss. We lost everything we had. He completely ruined me, but knowing he is going to sit in rotten prison in Indiana for the next 12 years brings me so much peace. Last month, he was sentenced and justice was actually served. I know my situation isn't unique, and I know firsthand how hard it is to leave and stay away.

I should not have made excuses for the red flags, and I should have left sooner. I still get messages from women saying they would never leave their partner for their kids, although no one in his real life believes he belongs there and thinks I'm the horrible one who, quote, ruined his life. I am not the asshole. and that is one of the final posts the OP has ever made regarding the original post and situation. But can you, I've never read a more depressing Reddit thread before. The OP just had nothing ever going right for her. The OP's ex-boyfriend or abuser chased her down everywhere she went.

And then when she finally got some steady time, something else happened with him. And then something else happened. Sure, her apartment got flooded. Her mom died. Her cat died. her daughter got Mersa and had to have her foot amputated. Truly so horrific. I guess if the O.P. is watching, please reach out.

I can hopefully maybe, you know, help you out a little bit if you're still in that situation and possibly give you a donation of some sort. And I hope the O.P. is in a better space now. And I hope they have continued to recover. I hope the O.P. and her daughter are in a better and safer environment now. and hopefully on the upward trajectory, because it seems like they were just going down and down and down forever. And I just hope that they finally have some good graces and good luck in their life.

But wow, that was about a two-year saga of just some of the most horrific posts I have ever read. Some of the most horrific posts and updates I've ever read. I mean, all throughout it, I'm just like, this is going to get better. And it never did. I hope the O.P.'s abuser wroughts in prison for the rest of his life. And I'm glad he finally got the justice he deserves. And I hope the O.P. and her daughter are doing much, much better now. But, God, that was truly one of the most disturbing threads I have ever read.

How's spoken into? Nothing taken? Just got off the phone with the police to file report. The dispatcher was really rude to me to make matters worse. This has been a really shocking and unnerving Friday afternoon for me. Got home an hour ago to see my front door wide open. I'm 100% sure I locked the deadbolt when I left to work this morning around 8 a.m. There's no damage to the door at all. It's almost like somebody unlocked it from the inside.

Or maybe pick the deadbolt lock somehow? Absolutely nothing was taken from my house. Everything is accounted for, including money, personal documents, documents, electronics, etc. I really can't find a single thing missing. There were three wet footprints in the kitchen, like somebody walked through a puddle and tracked it into the house. They look small, perhaps a child? The kitchen has a slight aroma of tobacco slash pond water, but I don't smoke and I live alone. I noticed that two of my light bulbs in the bedroom are burnt out. may just be a coincidence, but I thought it was weird since they're high-quality LED bulbs.

I found my cat hiding under my bed. She's really freaked out. I'm so thankful she didn't escape the house considering the front door was wide open. What do you guys suggest I do? Have any of you experienced this sort of break in before? How did it pan out? I'm planning on going to Home Depot tonight and buying new locks. Can you suggest any CCTV systems?

Is Lorex any good? Thanks for reading. And now let's get into some of the top comments on this post. Someone says, The fact that nothing was stolen could mean that someone startled the burglar slash burglar's. Might even have been you. Did you check your roof as that is also a possible entry path? And that's a good point.

Maybe the burglar got scared and just rushed out and didn't even have time to steal anything. That's definitely a possible theory. And the O.P. replies to this comment saying, still waiting for the cops to show up. They're taking their sweet old time. Admittedly, I'm sure there's more important things to tend to. This keeps getting more and more bizarre. I went over to my neighbor's house to tell him my house was broken into, and if he saw anything, he asked me, your house was broken into after your family was over? I had no idea what he was talking about. He said that he was in his backyard a few hours ago,

working on his old muscle car, and overheard a little girl screaming and crying from over my fence. He said it went on for at least 10 minutes until she went inside. There's no way for a little girl to get in my backyard. It's heavily gated and fenced off. I have no family here in California and definitely no children. I told him that and he suggested that maybe the intruder had their kid with him. I don't even want to be inside my house right now. I've never had something like this happen to me, and it makes me feel like my home is no longer safe.

And that adds a really creepy level to this. I mean, at least the neighbor gave some insight, but like why would there be a little girl in the backyard? And then she supposedly went inside. That's really creepy to me. And then someone else commented saying, bizarre to say the least, has any of your food or drinks gone missing? I have heard of cases where intruders spend hours in homes, eating and. and drinking, even taking naps before they take off of valuables. And the OP responded to this saying,

I have no food or drinks missing, even though there were strange wet barefoot prints in the kitchen. And the bed is exactly how I made it in the morning, trying to air this weird smell out as I write this. Yeah, that's very, very creepy. And then there was a few comments about people suggesting security systems and cameras, and the OP does agree and goes and buys a security system or a camera, And then the OP gives us an update, posted almost a year later.

And the post reads, my home security situation just got weirder. And the post reads as follows. So about a year ago, I had a really weird, for lack of better term, Friday afternoon that has confused everybody I talked about it to in real life. I posted in this sub and got great advice. For a few months after that post, things were fine.

After a few days, I shook the feeling of dread, probably just fear, but I'm not a psychoanalyst, and moved on with my life. Nothing else happened that I took note of. Until a few months ago, I'd say sometime in mid-August, that feeling of dread came back for no reason. Nothing happened to cause it.

I just felt that sinking feeling when being in my house. It felt like I was being watched sometimes. The hair would stand up on the back of my neck when I'd go to the kitchen in the middle of the night to get water from the fridge. Then shortly after, it progressed. I could swear things would move sometimes. Like recently, the toilet paper roll being placed neatly on the floor next to the toilet, instead of on the holder. I never, ever have put a roll of toilet paper on the floor. Food also seems to go missing mysteriously.

Two pairs of my girlfriend's underwear have also disappeared. I even tore apart my washing machine looking for them to no avail. My cat has also been increasingly stressed. She started pooping outside of her litter box and seems extra happy to see me when I get home. I'm not going to lie. As stupid as it sounds, there were a few times where paranormal thoughts crossed my mind. I mean, wouldn't you feel the same? I'm a hobbyist system administrator,

so I finally got around to installing a bunch of, I'm not even going to try to pronounce that, NVR security cameras, and I've been pretty happy with them. Even though it eased some of my weird negative feelings on the short term, the dread still persisted. Then this morning, at approximately 3.30 a.m., one of my cameras recorded something incredibly strange.

One individual rides a bicycle up to my first. front gate and half a minute later, an accomplice jumps from inside my locked gate with a bicycle and they both ride away. He has a backpack and what appears to be a toolbox I've never seen before. I can't quite make out the other audio other than Fiona and right now, because. And I will now play the video and in the video it's black and white, I guess nighttime. In the top left you can see it was 3.20 in the morning. so very, very late at night. And yes, this person rides up their driveway on a bicycle

and goes out of frame of the picture. And then we can't really see anything else for a while. And about 30 seconds later, two people ride out of frame. And then the O.P adds some extra video of the slow down footage. I mean, you really can't make out the face at all. So good luck trying to find this person. But yeah, very, very creepy. and yeah, I guess they have a toolbox of some sort.

I mean, it looks more like a briefcase to me, but sure, toolbox, briefcase, whatever. And, yeah, two people late at night going up to the OP's driveway. I mean, that's very, very creepy. And then the OP continues saying, so you think they just broke into the backyard to steal tools, right?

Well, here's the thing. Just like the last time, nothing was stolen. All of my tools, electronics in the garage, etc., are all accounted for. I even had an Amazon box sitting outside my garage in the open untouched. What thief would leave behind a sealed

free to take Amazon box? Also, the cameras which have a POV of my garage and backyard did not activate on motion and another thing that's incredibly unnerving. Here's a map of my camera setup and premises to give you an idea. I have four cameras.

cameras and only one was triggered, driveway one. That means that the second person, presumably mail from the video, came from the blind spot, pictured in the diagram. After looking at my map and checking out that area, I noticed that the crawl space under my house accessed via two-by-two gate-covered opening has been bent back and busted out. Uh-oh. I mean, someone has probably been living in the OPs. crawl space and the opi links a picture or a blueprint of their house and you can see that there's one

two three and four cameras and only the fourth or the only the driveway one camera view was activated and i guess this other guy went in through the blind spot and um was doing something in that blind spot i don't know what and i wonder why the cameras didn't get activated maybe the opi needs new cameras but that's very very creepy and the op continues saying so that means that this guy was under my house. For how long, I have no idea. The crawl space under the house has direct access to my home's interior via four panels in both of the bedroom's closets. I'm still trying to file a police report since 10 a.m. this morning, but haven't gotten a call back yet. The police did say to me almost a year ago. I'm incredibly disturbed. I'm afraid to go home and I'm a

grown dude with pistol training. I've been sleeping next to a loaded S&W shield 9mm, but now I'll be sleeping holding it under my pillow. What's to learn from this? Secure your cross-base access with heavy-duty latches from the interior? Reinforce any entrances to the underside of your house with welded plates or custom fabricated doors. I'll post any more updates as they come along. I hope this saga is done with. let's get into some of the comments although something interesting is the opi only responded to like one comment and uh yeah that's kind of weird to me because like the op i was very interactive with the first post but not interactive with this next post but anyways let's get into some comments someone

says sounds like they're enjoying the use of your house and also using the crawl space to stash stuff they've stolen elsewhere and then the commenter kind of links back to the main post when the The OP said secure your crawl space access with heavy duty latches from the interior, and the commenter replied to that saying, at a bare minimum. Better yet, tie the hatches into a monitored alarm system on their own zone, but handled the same way as any other exterior door. That is, armed when he set arm stay. So they are treated as intrusion if opened when you're home and asleep.

Someone else says, this is weird. I have looked at both posts. possibly theft related, stashing, possible drug-related. That looked more like one of those cheap metal briefcases than a toolbox to me. I'd say it's time you get professional help. You need to contact a physical security consultant for an audit slash assessment. And I agree. I do think it was a briefcase, not a toolbox.

And who knows what they had inside that briefcase? I mean, definitely could be storing drugs of some sort or stashing or smuggling something and just using the OPE's house as kind of a stash. Someone else says, holy shit, this post is really interesting. I think the person arriving on bike is a female. The person leaving with the backpack is a younger male. Could it be that they simply stay there for shelter and for having a place to sleep? It's really spooky that they could have access to your home using this space.

I don't think you should shrug those chilling feelings you had off as your mind playing you. But be careful not to encourage your brain. to get overly paranoid those feelings were probably there for a reason do you have inside cameras i would rig the whole place with sensors s ms alarms and p ir lighting if it was me holy shit and i can't agree more this is terrifying and the only comment the opi replied to was the comment saying out of curiosity why do you think they're entering your house and the opi replied to that saying your guess is as good as mine. And then that person replies to the O.P.

Saying, maybe swap the driveway and garage camera orientation. That way you have the blind spot covered. The driveway and garage covered still. It also enables you to monitor the entryway between your house and garden. Keep cameras within view of each other. It's also a good way to ensure no one can tamper with a camera without being caught on another one. And the O.P. replies that saying, my reasoning was the IR wouldn't be powerful enough at night to flood that distance. but you're right, I need to get some IR floodlights and reposition them all.

And that's the only comments the OP ever posted. And after going to the OP's account, he hasn't posted in seven years. And so we never got an update about this. I really do wonder what happened to the OP, what happened to the people around his house or possibly in his cross base. A very creepy story. And I mean, my biggest fear is someone living in my house without me knowing and this Reddit threat. perfectly encapsulates that.

I mean, who knows what those people are doing? Maybe they come up through the crawl space during the day and eat his food, sleep in his bed, drink his drinks or whatever. Who knows? Very, very creepy. And on to the next one. I think my sister's boyfriend,

male 44, is infatuated with my young son. Originally posted to R slash True off my chest in the post reads as follows. throwaway since my sister's boyfriend is an avid Reddit user. This might be a long one, so bear with me. I, female, 38, am a single mother living on a waitress salary. Times are tough right now.

And due to unforeseen circumstances, I've had to move in with my sister for the past couple of months. It's not an ideal situation, but I'm doing my best. I have an ex-husband who is male 40, who is emotionally abusive, hence the divorce. We share custody of my incredible son, let's call him Roman, he's a preteen, or just turn a teenager, who has been so understanding of our financial situation, even at his age. I love him more than I love myself. He is kind and intelligent. He stole my ex-husband's face, unfortunately, so he's beautiful.

Every mom will say their son is beautiful, but my kid really is stunningly gorgeous. The amount of adults my age and older who have given him the creepy and unwarranted, he's going to be a heartbreaker in a few years, comments would alarm you. He has ADHD but maintains decent grades. He plays a sport and is good at it. He's got lots of friends who visit often, and vice versa. Despite the changes in our living situation, he is thriving. and I'd do anything to keep that up.

My sister, let's call her Sarah 42, and her boyfriend, let's call him David, who's 44, are well off and live in a massive house. My sister was happy to take me in. But her boyfriend, David, not so much, which I completely understand. I offered to pay rent, but my sister won't have any of it, so I do chores around the house and cook as often as my work. schedule will let me. I never saw much of David anyway. He was often at the bar with his friends, or working, or locked in his room playing video games. When we did see each other, he acted like

I didn't exist. My son Roman was staying with his dad for a while, as I was figuring things out, and I was worried about David's attitude once my son moved in with us. I talked to David and promised him that Roman would be respectful and well-behaved, but he was weird about it and shrugged me off. Then David met Roman. David is absolutely fascinated with my kid. His disposition changed so quickly that it gave me whiplash. Suddenly, he stopped locking himself in his room and has decided to spend time with us. well, mostly my son. He helps Roman with his homework. He watches all of Roman's favorite shows

so that they can talk about them together. He buys him food and gifts. My sister Sarah is over the moon. She's been telling me about how us moving in has been the best thing for the relationship, because David is happier now. I thought it was sweet at first, but in the back of my head, I think something more nefarious could be going on. To paint a clear picture, I've noted some other changes I've noticed that I can't decide whether they're innocent or not. Number one, David texts my son often, which wouldn't be weird, except he does it while he's at school. The text themselves aren't weird at all, but David lightly scolds him for not replying sometimes. Number two. Before my son moved in, David was rarely ever home during the afternoon or evenings. He'd stay out after work and go drinking with his buddies until late in the night. A habit he's had for years. According to my sister, now he's home all the time. He gets home before Roman gets off the bus around 3.15 if he's not at practice and stays home all day, even offering to babysit while I'm working through the evening.

He still drinks just in the house. Number three, last Wednesday, I woke up to use the bathroom during the middle of the night. To get to the bathroom, you have to pass by my son's room. I was surprised to see that the door was closed all the way, since Roman always likes it, open because his room gets hot at night. Also, he's been staying up late texting his friends lately, which has caused him to stay. sleep through his alarm and missed the bus some days. So that night, I opened the door to let the air in and make sure he was still asleep. And there was David, standing by Roman's bed, in the dark.

He stated that he was looking for his cell phone. But I saw him jump with anxiety when I opened the door. He left quickly, muttering something about his cell phone. how it might be in the kitchen. Why would his phone be in my son's room? And why was the door closed? Number four, David offers to drive my son everywhere he needs to go. Only him. School, if he misses the bus, practice, his friend's house. This is the same man who wouldn't lift a finger for me until my son moved in. It's been incredibly helpful since I'm not home. home often, but a part of me wonders if he's doing it for the wrong reasons.

Number five, I caught David doing Roman's laundry, resulting in a few articles of clothing going missing. This one irritated me because I make my son do his own laundry. I asked him not to do this, but his excuse is that he is trying to save water. I don't know how to fight him on this, since it's his house. I'm terrified to bring this up to my sister. Am I reading into things too much? Am I silly for worrying that he might have ulterior motives? If I tell my sister and she gets angry and there's nothing going on,

she'll kick us out and we'll be homeless. And then the OP posting update the next day. And let's get into it. Hi, all. first, I want to thank you all for your responses and suggestions. I am so overwhelmed by the replies and was unable to read them all, but I'm glad and terrified to see I'm not going crazy, that there is something wrong.

I also want to thank those who shared their experiences with being manipulated and or essayed, as it opened my eyes to a lot of things. Second, I'd like to clarify if you, things. I did not let my child in David's car after the bedroom incident. I would never do that. After this occurrence, tied with the laundry situation, I began to take note of David's behavior, which was when I started putting the pieces together. I came to Reddit shortly after, and here we are, unfortunately. Third, I'd like to address a couple questions I've seen.

Number one, David is not on any S-O registry. Number two, by saving water, David meant that he combines loads of laundry, meaning that he'll do his laundry and Roman's laundry in the same load. The laundry that I've seen go missing are mostly socks, which is typical, even when Roman was doing his own laundry. But then Roman told me that he was missing a couple shirts and a pair of underwear. That alarmed me, since this only happened once David started doing his laundry. Massive red flag.

Number three, the text between really are innocent. David asking him what he wants for dinner, what time he should pick him up, discussing shows they've been watching, but based on his other behavior, it's clearly a manipulation tactic, and I'll be sure that it stops immediately. No way in hell should he be texting my kid at school. Number four. The bedroom situation. In clear detail. I peeked in to make sure that Roman was asleep, and David was at the foot of his bed. The room was, of course, pitch black, and I was groggy as hell. So I didn't even register that it was him until he pushed past me to leave. I checked on my

son afterwards. He was still asleep, and the blankets were fully over him. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But maybe I'd just intervened at the right moment. I made sure his door was open, and I left my door open as well so I could listen for any footsteps. I could not sleep after that happened. It wasn't sitting right with me. None of these are excuses. Like I said, eyes are wide open now. Fourth, I'll discuss everything with my son tonight once I get off work. A lot of you said it was a good idea, and I was always already planning on doing it. He has not been acting strange in any way and in his usual happy self, but that doesn't mean that David hasn't done anything yet. That reality is terrifying to me,

and I pray that's not the case. I pretty much have a clear idea on what to say to him, but I'm not sure if I should explicitly tell him that I found David in his room or that he might be stealing his clothing. Any suggestions on how to go about this conversation? are welcome. Fifth, I fully plan to confront David and talk to my sister Sarah about this. I am not a doormat, and I will do anything to keep my son safe. David is on a church retreat, and thankfully has not been home for a few days. I've decided to speak with my sister first, in case David twists my words or manipulates her to believing that nothing is wrong.

And once he returns, I'll confront him based on how my sister reacts. Any other suggestions on how to go about it are welcome as well. Sixth, I've read your suggestions about setting up cameras, checking for cameras, drug testing my son, and finding his missing articles of clothing. I plan on buying cameras and drug testing him once we have a conversation. I did look for cameras and found nothing, but I'll look again. I'm terrified of what I might see if I end up finding Romans missing clothing. but I know it's just a reality that I have to face. That people can be so disgustingly vile to a minor.

Lastly, I know I need to get out of this house. I know that. I'm working on it. If I could back everything up tonight and do it, I would. I'd send him to live with my ex-husband, but he's abusive toward my son and me. More so toward me, but still, I've considered your suggestions about looking into homeless shelters, and I'm leaning toward making arrangements for that after I confront David.

I'm a good mom, but I know I'm not the best mom. This past week has been hell. I should have intervened earlier. I regret that. Thank you for listening. I'll update once I follow through with my plans. And now let's get into some of the top comments. Someone says, good luck and stay safe.

Tell a friend you have a difficult conversation coming up and ask them to check on you afterwards. You don't have to tell them what it's about, just that you want them to make sure you're safe afterwards, just in case there are some bad reactions. Don't forget to check women's and crisis shelters too. They might have some resources beyond just a place to stay. They also have staff trained to help. I think unless your son asks for all the details, it might scare him to know everything. He deserves to know eventually, but it might cause complete panic if he knows and can't leave. Maybe get him one of those travel doorlocks or alarms. That way, it's not permanent, but will prevent anyone from going into his room undetected. Could also consider getting him

pepper spray to hide near his bed. Make sure he knows none of this is his fault and that he's safe to tell you anything, that you're not going to be mad at him and not going to hurt anyone. That can be a concern for a child who thinks their parents might go to jail, leaving them in an even worse situation. And the O.P. replies and says, Thank you so much for your advice. He has a lock on his door, and I'll be sure that he uses it from now on. And someone else says, all I can say is good luck.

I can't imagine being in that situation. When you confront him, it'd probably be better if your son was maybe out of sleepover. Does he have any friends with parents you trust? You could ask for the night. You said you already talked to your sister about once before, so you know if she may react better, but who knows how David will react. And the O.P replies saying,

I can think of a friend to have him stay with. That's a smart idea. Thank you so much. And then the O.P. Post an update four days later. And let's get into it. Hi, all. This is my second.

update. My first post got removed, but you can find it. But in the past four days, I spoke with my sister Sarah, her boyfriend David, and my son, Roman, all separately. One went well, two didn't. I have a lot to get off my chest, so this might be long. There's a TLDR at the bottom. My first conversation was with my son, which occurred the night I posted my first update. In fear of this post, getting removed like my first one, I'll have to censor myself, but I think you'll understand what I'm referring to when I say that I asked my son these serious questions. Roman adamantly denied that David ever did anything to him. He seemed surprised that I asked.

He said he would have told me if he had. I believe him. I know he could be lying, but I'm trying to take his word for it. My son and I have a very open and transparent relationship. The first time my ex-husband ever verbally abused him, he came straight to me and told him about it. My guard is up, but I have to give him the benefit of the doubt. Like you all advised me, I didn't bring up the bedroom or laundry situation. But I was honest with him, and I told him that David's behavior toward him was inappropriate.

We had to talk about boundaries, saying no, consent, etc. I drilled into him that David is not to drive him anywhere, text him anymore, and be around him alone under any circumstances. I also explained what manipulation is and that it's what David has been doing to him. He said he knew about it through a school assembly. Then he said something that broke my heart. He apologized for. letting David treat him that way, that he, quote, shouldn't have fell for it, his exact words.

I assured him that none of it was his fault. I want to make it clear that David is not praying on him because of how he looks or how he acts. He is doing it because he is a predator and they pray on the vulnerable. Honestly, I could tell that the conversation had left him a little shell-shocked. To know that the person you liked and trusted isn't who you thought he was, would leave any kid rattled. For the entire rest of the night, he followed me around like a lost puppy. It did break my heart a little to see him like that, but I don't want him to feel a false sense of security around David, so I have no regrets about it. Sarah was next.

I knew it would turn into an argument before the conversation even began. It's always been that way with her. My sister is nice, but not kind. She'll take you in off the street, but then throw it back in your face if you cross her. So I knew what I was getting into. But I had to do it not only for my kids' sake, but for hers. This is not a man I want her to be with, have children with, nor do I want him in our family. I told her that I was uncomfortable with the way David acts around Roman,

and I think it's a lot deeper than what. what he portrays it to be. I mentioned that I didn't like the gift giving and the constant texting, and I brought up the bedroom and laundry incidents. Like I predicted, she was more offended that I was accusing her boyfriend of manipulating my son. She didn't see how that was proof of anything. Quote, do you know how many socks and pairs of underwear I've lost while doing the laundry? It's probably stuck somewhere in the dryer.

The more I expressed my concerns, the more of the more. defensive she got. She thinks I'm manic, essentially. She said that as soon as things got good for me, roof over my head, food in the fridge, a steady job, I intentionally screw it up because deep down, I don't think I deserve happiness, that she tries to help me every time, but I end up stabbing her in the back, like I am right now. So she doesn't believe me. That's her. I told her that I won't be staying at her house much longer and that I don't want David around my kid anymore. That will be keeping to ourselves for the rest of my short time here. She's letting me stay, surprisingly, but she said she's glad to see me go.

She swore up and down that David would never hurt Roman and that she was sad to see the relationship ruined over an accusation with no real basis, that I shouldn't let my behavior. and my bipolar paranoia get in the way of other people's happiness, and that I better not accuse her boyfriend of being a predator anymore. Essentially, she kept shifting the blame onto me, so I ended it there. Oh, and she told me that she wants reimbursement for things like clothing and grocery shopping, because apparently we are draining her wallet with buying so much food. Yes, an eighth grader does go through a growth spurt and eats a lot, shocker. But I apologized and said I'd buy his and my groceries from now on. David came back from his church retreats Friday morning, which is when I confronted him.

I was very upset, so I didn't go easy on him. He was thrown off by my hostility, but once he understood what I was implying, his demeanor shifted. Sit down, sit down, let's talk about it, he kept saying, except he was the one who was nervous and looked like he was on the brink of a panic attack. I kept my composure. I asked him why he was in my son's room in the middle of the night with the door shut. He gave the same excuse that he was looking for his cell phone. I asked him why he couldn't have got it in the morning.

He said that he set the alarm to 5 a.m. for work and that he didn't want to go off with my son in the room and wake him up. I asked him why he was standing over my son's bed. He admitted that he was trying to wake him up and ask him if he'd seen his phone. Did he just not say that he didn't want the alarm to wake him up? I asked him what on earth would compel him to think it is okay to wake up my child in the middle of the night to help him look for a cell phone. He said he wasn't thinking straight and that he was sorry. I asked him about the missing laundry as well. He adamantly denied what I was implying.

He said that his and my sister's clothing get lost in the laundry all the time, that he would help me find my son's missing clothing, all while apologizing profusely. I'll admit I was thrown off by how apologetic he was, and it made me a little soft. I thanked him for letting me stay in his house, and I apologize for not setting boundaries earlier. But I told him that from now on, I didn't feel comfortable with him being around my son.

No more driving him places, buying him gifts, texting him, helping him with homework, doing his laundry, etc. I essentially told him that he is no longer allowed to be alone with my son or touches things under any circumstances. He broke down in tears. He was hysterical. The thought of me believing that he is praying on my son made him. miserable. That he'd never do that. He said, I love him like a father loves his son. When reading my original post, a lot of you believed the same thing at first. So did I, but I just don't like the way David looks at him. Yes, I see the kindness in his eyes toward my son as he helps him with

homework or watches a show with him, but there is a nuance of something covetous and sinister that I can't shake off. Anyway, I told him that it's unhealthy for him to be so fixated on a minor, and that he cannot depend on my kid for happiness. I told him that we'd be leaving very soon. More on that later. I didn't tell him where or when it was happening. He asked if there was anything he could do to rectify the situation.

He suggested that the four of us sit down and talk about it. I declined. I reiterated that he is not allowed near my son anymore and left it at that. A small part of me feels like I was too harsh on him overall. Maybe he was just looking for his phone. Maybe it's a coincidence that articles of clothing are missing. But he was on his knees, sobbing, like I just pulled the rug out from underneath him. For a child, he hasn't known that long.

I don't think he was devastated that I'd accused him of being a predator. He was devastated that I revoked his access to my son. I'm not stupid. I once witnessed this man argue with my sister. Brutal, verbal assaults from both sides, which ended in my sister crying. He didn't shed a tear. For my peace of mind and yours,

I've been watching Roman like a hawk. When I'm home, he's with me. When I'm not home, he's at a trusted friend's house, or again with me. I actually took him to work with me this morning, which he wasn't thrilled about, but whatever. I made him block David's number, of course. We haven't been in the house since Friday, but as some of you suggested, I will sleep in his room at night instead of making him sleep in my room. I'll be honest, I decided to hold off on drug testing him, because I really do not think. think David has been drugging him. My son is naturally a heavy sleeper and has always had issues

waking up for school. Even before, we moved into my sister's house. I checked his text messages, and from what I've seen, he's never texted David at night. He's usually up texting his friends in a group chat. Like you all suggested, I purchased a nanny cam, specifically the one where you can watch the footage on your smartphone. I wasn't expecting it to be so pricey. I ordered them on Wednesday, and they are due to arrive tonight or Monday morning. I'll put it in my son's room and review it every day. I'm really nervous because there's a possibility that I'll see something odious, and I don't know if I can handle that. Lots of you have voiced your concerns for my kid. From what I've seen and from what he's told me, he's doing fine. We've been standing. We've been standing.

at a motel for the weekend now that David has returned from his church retreat. I wasn't taking any chances. Fifty-six dollars a night and a little sketchy, but I don't want to complain. Again, despite the situation, his mood has been a lot better than mine has. He thinks a motel is the same as a hotel, so to him, it's like we're on a mini vacation. It's mind-blowing, how kids can be so resilient, even in the most unnerving situations. The majority of you have told me to go to a woman's shelter. I looked into this, and while it's an option, the closest one to where I live is more than an hour away. I don't have a car. I can take the bus, my usual mode of transportation, but that disrupts his commute to school

and my commute to work. It's still winter and freezing cold where I live, so I'd rather watch him like a hawk than live on the street and subject him to the cold weather. And I'm not taking him back to my ex-husband's house. There's a reason why he left and why I divorced him. Which brings me to some good news. I applied for public housing a long while back, and I am in the process of getting approved. They contacted me for documentation, which I submitted, and I got verified, so I think that's a good sign. I'm very fortunate, since I know wait list can be long sometimes. I can't believe I'm holding it together so well. I'm proud of myself.

I think I'm doing everything I can. Thank you for listening. I'll update again shortly with hopefully better news. Edit, this goes without saying, but I will, of course, talk to my son before putting a camera into his room. And now let's get into some of the top comments. Someone says,

Hey, I'm really proud of you for handling yourself with such grace and taking your son's safety so heavily into consideration. A lot of parents, wouldn't do as much as you are doing right now. You sound like a freaking super mom. Roman is very lucky to have you. As for your sister and her boyfriend,

if David likes boys, she'll find out sooner or later, and she's chosen the hard way. I understand that it can be hard to come to terms with someone you love being a predator, but if my family raises these concerns, then I would kick him to the curb and never look back. Family comes first.

I wish you all the luck and support the universe has to offer, and I pray you find somewhere comfortable for you and your son soon. And the OP replies saying, Thank you for your kind words. I'm really hoping that the housing opportunity works out for us. And then the OP posts an update a few days later, about a week later. And just a quick warning, it is very disturbing. Let's get into update number three.

Hi, all, so this is my third update. Another long one. I have both bad news and good, really good news. Due to the bad news, I'm not mentally doing the best right now, so I'm sorry if this is scrambled because I don't really know where to start. I'm angry, hurt, disgusted, and as all of my emotions, began to pile upon each other, I'm beginning to spiral a bit. And before anyone begins to worry, I'll put it out there that my son is doing okay. I guess I'll start off by saying that my son and I

weren't in the house much up until Friday of this week. We've been staying at a local motel that's decently close to a school and where I work. Don't you wish you could just hit skip on the worst parts of your life? You know the same way you can skip an ad? I get it. I'm Siaya and I live in Ice Cove. I've made some questionable decisions that didn't end up the way I planned. And today, I'm still figuring it out.

Somehow things usually get worse before they get better. Apparently, that's how I roll. So bundle up and come along for the bumpy ride. Stream a new episode of North of North Tuesdays on CBC Gem. I'm a waitress at a restaurant, and my manager knows I'm dealing with. with housing issues. So he's been a bit understanding with me

when I call out. But when you don't work, you don't get paid. And between the lifts, takeouts, and motel costs, my wallet isn't doing so great. But I'm 100% making it work and I have no regrets.

But since we weren't at the house, things sort of escalated a bit. David's number is blocked on Roman's phone. But he found him, on TikTok and Instagram on Monday night and messaged him there. Nothing explicit in the messages, just things like, did you block my number? I really miss talking to you. Is everything okay? Maybe in the future we can talk to each other again. I'm sorry if I upset you or your mom. Are you and your mom safe? Where are you staying? Respond to me when you get a moment.

moment, I have something important to tell you, and many more like that, just him begging my son for a conversation. I was livid when my son showed me. I think what set me off the most is that I know David messaged him because he thought my kid would respond without telling me. He thinks they have some sort of secret private relationship right under my nose that I'm interfering with. I'm pretty sure that's why he hasn't kicked me out of the house. He's not mad, just miserable and desperate for some sort of contact. I feel like no matter how hard I pull my son away, he's refusing to let go. We blocked the Instagram and TikTok accounts immediately, and I screenshot the messages. I'm trying to keep a record of everything. I asked Roman to deliver. I

lead a Snapchat account, just in case. But he didn't want to. I'm 99% sure he has a girl in there that he likes. I let that slide because he came straight to me about the other accounts, and he agreed not to add any new accounts on Snapchat or post anything that gave away our location for the time being. This entire ordeal upset my son. He broke down in tears when he came back from school the next day.

That hurt a lot to see. I don't know if I expressed this, but Roman genuinely like David, and they got along well. Maybe my kid saw him as a father figure, since he was shunned and neglected by my ex-husband. I think I underestimated the mental toll it would take on him from having to cut David off completely, and then block him when he reached out privately. Someone noted that I should get him into therapy soon. I plan on doing that once we are securely living on our own, and I find the money for it. It's definitely a priority. David's harassment spilled over to me, too. He called me multiple times and texting me things like,

let me know when you're back so we can resolve this. Am I allowed to attend Roman's baseball game on Thursday with you? I'd like to support him. Can you please answer? I'd really love to talk. Just us. I'm sorry if I gave you both the wrong impression. I didn't block his number on my phone. I figured that the more he talked, the more likely he'd continue to incriminate himself, and I could use his words against him. I didn't answer a single one of his questions, but I let him know that if he contacted my kid ever again,

or if he showed up to his school or any events, that I'd go straight to the police. And that's not an empty threat either. Unbeknownst to him, I'm getting the police involved because I now have solid evidence that this man has a sick obsession with my son. This is bad news, and I'll forewarning you that if you're easily triggered, please don't read any further or at least skip this in the next two paragraphs. I want to thank you all for confirming my suspicions in the first post because I found something heinous. I mentioned that I planned to set up a camera in Roman's room. I asked for his permission first, and he said,

that he didn't care since we're barely in the house anymore. The camera I chose is motion sensitive and links the footage to my phone so I can watch it anywhere. The camera was set up on Sunday night as soon as I received the package and I hit it above the door frame so that I overlooked the entire room. You can't see it unless you use a ladder. I didn't get anything for a couple of days. I was randomly notified of movement in the room, but saw nothing when I looked at the footage. But on Wednesday evening, at around six, David came into my son's room, stood there for a moment, and then left, no longer than a minute. In hourish later, he returned and started going through his drawers. He picked up a specific garment and left within a little.

less than two minutes. I wanted to throw up. I didn't sleep that entire night at the motel. The following day, I had someone cover my shift, which gave me the opportunity to do a deep search of David's room while he was at work and my son was at school. I found the article of clothing inside of his pillowcase. On top of the pillow,

right where you would lay his head to rest at night. I was so sick to my stomach that it took me almost two hours to confiscate that article of clothing and check it for evidence. I won't elaborate, but you can infer what I mean. I was nauseated the entire time. All I could do was put on gloves, throw it into a Ziploc bag, and shove it into my closet. it. I didn't want to look at it or even think about it. I still don't. That answers the question of why David was so incessant on doing my kids' laundry. Who knows how long this has been going on for? I've been ruminating on the next steps to take, besides my main priority, going to the police.

My other priority is telling my sister Sarah, we are obviously not on the best terms right now. She found out that I confronted her boyfriend last week, and she is livid. How dare I accuse him of manipulating my son? Apparently, he's not the same man he was after we left, and returned to his old habits. He was back to going to bars with his friends every evening. His drinking got worse. He had stopped coming home early from work and dragged himself through the door at almost midnight. If he even bothered coming home, that is.

and he was no longer affectionate towards her. Apparently, it's my fault he's depressed again. If those aren't red flags, I don't know what it is. I can't tell if she's in denial or if she can't actually see them. But what she's most concerned about is that David hasn't been home since Thursday. He went to work, came home briefly, then left again without telling her when he'd be back. In my head, that made sense.

He knows that either she or I took the garment that was inside of the pillowcase, and now he's afraid to come home. It confirms all of my suspicions. I will tell my sister everything, though probably tonight or tomorrow. I have no idea how to go about it, and I guess I'm nervous about her reaction. She's still convinced that I'm having a manic episode. I was diagnosed with bipolar one many years ago, and I take medication to manage it. If I go off of my meds, my mania will progressively get worse until I spiral into psychosis. So her concerns are valid.

I put her through a lot back when I wasn't stable. But that's not the current case for me right now. I have tangible proof and video proof of her boyfriend being a creep. I can bring up the camera footage, and then I have the issue of not getting either of their consent to put a camera in their house, and I don't know how well that would go over with her. even if it was for good reason. I just know that if I were in her shoes, I would be grateful that my boyfriend, potential fiancé,

was outed as a predator before I got engaged to him. She's pretty much past the age of having children, but has plans to adopt in the distant future, so I have to tell her. Somehow. My son and I have been back in the house since Friday night. My sister still isn't kicking. me out. But she doesn't want me here anymore. She's made that very clear. The only reason why I haven't

packed my things yet and left is because, again, David is gone. He won't tell anyone his whereabouts and has turned off his location on his phone, according to my sister. She thinks he might be crashing on a friend's couch, something he's done multiple times in the past. I think he knows I'm onto him, but his absence means that I can stay at the house for now. I'm still watching my son like a hawk and staying hypervigilant, still sleeping in his room, taking him to work with me, etc. I can live with the hostility from my sister as long as he is safe, especially since we won't be here for much longer,

which leads me to the good news. I got approved for public housing. I won't share too many details, but I will share the most important one. We'll get to move in in in a little over three weeks. There are a lot of logistics that I need to work out, the school bus system, a mode of transportation

to work, etc. But I'm glad that something is working out my favor after this week of hell. The constant vigilance is exhausting and I can't wait to be in a safer environment. I guess all I really have left to say is that I'm not sure how to go about

providing the evidence I have to the police. When I give them what I have, they'll start some kind of investigation, right? I'm just nervous that I could get into trouble for the camera and the messaging that counts as harassment, right? Do I tell my sister everything before I go to the police? Any advice you can give is welcome because I've never been in a situation like this before

and I don't want to mess it up. Just because I'm leaving does not mean that I'm letting David get away with what he's done. Thank you all for your unwavering support. I'm having a hard time right now, but I'll update as soon as I can. Thank you for listening. Edit, thank you all for the overwhelming advice.

I put the clothing into a paper bag. I had no idea how plastic could affect it. I will make copies of the text in the camera footage. I will not be telling my sister anything for the time being. And I am going to the police tomorrow. I am looking into getting a lawyer as well. Roman school has already been informed that I am the only guardian allowed to pick him up.

He will be staying with a friend tomorrow night, and once I save a little money, I will move us back to the motel. And now let's get into some of the top comments. Someone says, make multiple copies of the videos, and send them to yourself, and send it over email, text,

as many ways as possible to ensure you don't somehow accidentally delete the copy. Someone else says, show the videos, screenshots in the clothes he took to the police, and say you have a suspicion of David's intention towards your son and around people around his age. Do not tell your sister until you talked to the police. She'll most likely tell David, and he could try and do something to make things difficult, or he could blow up and do something to endanger you and your son. And the Opie says, I agree. I've made. I've made. made the decision not to tell my sister until I get a lawyer and talk to the police.

Thank you for your advice. And now let's get into the next update, which was posted a few days later. And the update reads as follows, Hi, all, this is my fourth update. It's a bit weird to be sharing the personal details of my life to thousands of people online, but I feel like I owe it to you all and it helps me keep track of everything, so I don't mind, not to mention how helpful your advice has been, as I've never experienced a situation like this, and I was terrified that I'd make the wrong move and mess everything up.

So thank you all so much for being so kind and helpful. There's a lot I have to talk about. I did go to the police, and an arrest will most likely be made in the near future. Before I get into that, I think I will start with the escalation in David's behavior and his whereabouts, and then circle back to what happened with the police. Hopefully the timeline still makes sense. In my last update, I left off with David's disappearance after I found out what he did with my son's clothing and confiscated it.

It turns out that David was not on the run, nor missing, nor crashing on a friend's house. He holed up at his parents' house and is still currently there. My sister informed me that due to my actions of him manipulating my son, son, David had a mental health crisis. She hopes I'm happy with myself, and she feels the need to stay with him for support. So, in other words, he's hiding at his parents' house because either the guilt is getting to him, or he's scared, or both. His entire family is infuriated with me. Whatever story he's feeding them is making me look insane in their eyes. Not once did they ask

me for my side of the story. After I went to the police, my sister made the decision to kick me out of her home. I saw it coming a mile away, so I'm not too upset by it. I just wish she didn't feel so much fierce loyalty to him and his family. I don't even know how to explain to my kid that his aunt doesn't support him. She does know I was approved for housing and that I have no other place for our belongings at the moment. So she at least has the decency to let us keep our stuff there until we can fully move out. I guess that counts for something. Not much, else to say about that. I've just been trying to keep my distance. David's behavior, though, got so much worse during this mental health crisis. The harassment escalated to stalking

under the guise of wanting to clear the air. He showed up to Roman baseball game that was held at a different school to try and speak with him. That means he found his schedule, the exact time he was playing, and the address of that school. Found the motel. He found the motel. He found the motel. we'd been staying at, we had to move to a different one after this incident, created three other Instagram profiles to message him about how this is all just a misunderstanding, how much he misses him, etc. Some of these messages were awful. Things like, don't let other people make decisions for you, and you're old enough to decide who should be in your life and who shouldn't. Paragraphs and paragraphs of him pouring his heart out to my son and begging him to not tell me that he's been

reaching out. This harassment has left my son completely disillusioned. After screenshoting everything, I asked him not to read the messages anymore and to just delete them. At that point, I wanted to take his phone away, but I knew he would resent me for that. Maybe I made the wrong decision. Maybe I didn't. I don't know. The day David found our motel, was one of the most traumatic moments of my life. I don't know how he found us. My sister knows I've been staying at a motel, but I never told her which one.

On that day, it was about 9 p.m., and I needed to go to the corner store to grab something. My son was taking a shower and getting ready for bed, as he had school the next day. The corner store was a minute's walk away. The room we were staying in was visible from the windows of the store. I'd make this quick trip countless times. In the moment, I didn't feel unsafe leaving my kid behind, but hindsight is always 20-20.

I already feel stupid. No need to tell me. David had parked at a lot across the street, and I didn't see his car. He waited until I was almost at the store, and my back was fully turned to go to our motel room door. It was obviously locked, so he started knocking. But by then, I'd already heard him and was running in his direction. I nearly blacked out from the fear and adrenaline, and it's hard to remember much. I recall that he didn't seem angry.

He just had this miserable, panicked look in his eyes. He really did look like someone who was going through a mental health crisis. I told him I was calling the police and that he needed to leave. He said that he was, quote, entitled to a conversation with me, but he ran off once he saw me dialing 911. To me, his reasoning is bullshit. He keeps saying that he wants a conversation and wants to clear the air with me. But if that were true, then why didn't he approach me?

He knew I wasn't in the room. Why did he essentially try to break in where he knew my son was alone? I, of course, documented this incident with the police, which I will get into right now. On Monday, March 27th, the day after my last update and days before, the aforementioned events occurred, I went to the police for the first time. The police officer I spoke with sat me down and gave me the opportunity to talk about everything, how David was very close with Roman, when I caught him doing with his clothes, the messages, etc. Thank God for these posts because I found myself referring back to them.

Memory can be unreliable. I presented the evidence that I had as well. I showed the video footage and gave her the article of clothing I confiscated, as well as well as the text messages and Instagram and TikTok messages. She then told me she would contact the district attorney, what she did soon after. I was shocked by how fast the process was moving, and she told me that since it involves the potential SA of a minor, they didn't want to waste any time. I was interviewed again by a detective, and a couple days later, they called David in for

an interview. By then, the stalking had begun. During my second interview, I showed him the new messages, David sent and told him about how David showed up to the school and the motel. I don't know what they asked David during this interview, but I can imagine that he denied everything and spun off a web of lies to try and make you look crazy. I'm not really concerned about him, though. With all of the evidence I have, David should be very, very nervous.

A detective interview to my son as well. This is what worried me the most. And I insisted that if they didn't have to do it, I'd rather they didn't question. him at all, but they said it would help build a stronger case, and I trust them. I was told I had to be there during his interview since he is a minor. Roman only knows about the stalking and harassment, but he has no idea about what David did with his clothes, and I want to keep it that way for as long as I can. I personally ask the detective not to bring it up. I'd just like to shield him from it all. Then ask my son about the messages in the stalking, as well as their relationship.

When asked about any physical contact they had, Roman brought something up that he didn't initially tell me about. He said there was one instance when he and David were in the living room watching a show called Stranger Things. David randomly placed his hand on my son's chest, left it there for a moment, then said, I'm glad you're alive. I don't really know what to make out of that.

Buck and bind with everything else he's done. it's very disturbing. I asked my son about it afterward, and he said that he didn't tell me because it didn't make him feel uncomfortable. As an isolated event, I guess it could seem like an innocent act, so I understand why he didn't bring it up, but I don't know. All I can do is take his word for it. In terms of the case, they are now requesting a warrant of arrest with the clerk of the court.

If this is granted, then David will be arrested and charged with a lawyer. lewd and lascivious behavior, harassment, and stalking. He could end up getting up to five years in prison, maybe even more. So that's where I'm at right now, waiting for the clerk's decision. The waiting game is stressful, but I'm trying to focus on the positives as much as I can. It's nice to see how fast the police and detectives are working and how serious they're taking my case. All I can do is trust that the outcome will be in my favor. After the interviews, all of David's harassment stopped.

Good thing, too, stalking and harassment of a minor is a felony, and I'm sure knowing that the police are onto him scared him. I'm not naive enough to feel safe, though. I filed a petition for a protective order after the motel incident. I've been feeling paranoid, not a good feeling for someone who's bipolar, and having a lot of anxiety lately. Always looking over my shoulder, flinching when I see a stranger who looks like, like him, et cetera. I'm entitled to have a conversation with you. He said when he tried to

break into my motel room, but I don't believe him. I think David believes he's entitled to unrestrained access to my son due to their prior relationship. The entitlement is what scares me the most, that someone can just take something because they feel like it belongs to them. I'm scared to go anywhere with my kid. Anytime he goes to school, I fear that it'll be the last time I see him. It hasn't sunk in yet that my situation has developed into this.

It's been difficult for me to wrap my head around where David's sudden attachment stemmed from. I was under the impression that predators are in general weird around minors, but he never acted this way around other minors, only mine. When he started dating my sister, she told me that David didn't want kids.

kids, and she was trying to convince him to change his mind. That's why she was so happy to see him and my son Bond. Someone previously commented that in David's mind, he might believe that there's a legitimate romantic connection between him and my son. I don't know if there's any validity to that. In the idea of looking into it makes me nauseous. I'd rather not speculate and just pray that he gets arrested soon. The biggest drawback is that all of this has significant. The biggest drawback, is that all of this, has significantly disturbed our quality of life. I know that my kid is putting on a brave face, but he's not doing well.

It's getting to him, and I knew it would. But actually seeing this siphon his happiness away is gut-wrenching. He's still doing fine at school, still eagerly partaking in sports and spending time with his friends, but every once in a while, he'll do the thousand-yard stare. His eyes, breathed of any sort of awareness. Disassociation maybe? He used to eat a ton, but he hasn't been finishing his food lately.

He constantly says he doesn't feel well. I can't afford therapy right now, but I spoke with his school's counselor, and they want to start weekly meetings with him to check in, which my son was not thrilled about, as he does not want to bring any of this up at school. He is very open with me about his feelings, and we do talk about everything that's been going on. but there's only so much I can do.

He needs a professional. I'm not doing well either. I am exhausted. I've never felt so overwhelmed in my entire life. My mental health is on a rapid decline. I'm not eating or sleeping normally. I can barely get through a shift at work without breaking down. Even my intrusive thoughts have been alarming and distressing.

You don't think you're capable of these things. until you're in the situation. There really is no going back once you find out something like that. I don't have a lot of people to talk about this. I think I need help. Hopefully, my next update is more positive. Thank you for listening. And that is the last update we have ever received from the O.P.

Because the O.P, soon after this post, deleted her account. And many people in the comments are speculating that she deleted her account because the police wanted her to because in a lot of these uh reddit threads especially when the police are involved the police don't want you posting an active legal case on the internet which makes sense and so maybe she deleted it because of that reason or hopefully no other darker reason because some people think that david made her delete her account which i think is far fetched i think most likely the police were like hey stop posting this on the internet but an extremely, extremely scary situation.

I mean, I hope that the O.P. and her son are doing better now, but I mean, it will take a long, long time to recover from this because what they experienced was just downright, horrifying, and disturbing. And I just hope that the O.P. and her son are doing better now. I believe my brother has been replaced. Originally posted to R slash RBI and originally posted on July 4th, 2025. The post reads as follows. I, male 30, want to perface by saying I am not mentally ill. And this is not the schizo post you are expecting.

I have no better way to articulate what I'm thinking right now. My brother, Mail 20, just came back from his gap year, traveling Asia in hopes that he'd find himself. We were never really close, so his lack of contact during this year, didn't strike me with too much alarm. But my parents have informed me of three separate incidences in which they needed to contact, consult authorities to ask about him. He's a mommy's boy, so this deed seemed very out of character for him.

We hosted a dinner for my brother's return to the country, but upon seeing him at the airport, it was like a stranger tried to draw my brother from memory and passed that as the real thing. He looked completely different. He was severely underwent. weight. He looked two to three inches shorter. He seemed bedragged and unkempt. Believe me, this was the opposite of my brother prior to this trip. He was always been a germaphobe,

someone who always washes his hands twice to make sure he eliminates all the bacteria, but this guy, he smelled horrendous, he didn't even talk to us, or properly acknowledge our existence, he begrudgingly gave our mom a hug and our dad a handshake. He did not say hello to me. It's been around two weeks, and what I've been hearing from my parents is horrifying. Apparently, he's been extremely active at night and sleeping during the day. They can only get faint murmurs out of him, and his speech is becoming increasingly nonsensical. He doesn't shower.

He doesn't seem to eat. He spends all his time locked away in his room, doing something, my parents don't know what, extremely loudly. They've already contacted a doctor, and he's on a waiting list to see a therapist. I suggest getting the police involved, but they are determined not to. My mom is afraid, and I do not know what to do. I volunteered to stay over and be the peacekeeper, as our parents are getting old, and I'm personally worried about the psycho doing something to them. However, my parents have too rejected this.

I was never too close with my brother, but this isn't him at all. Does anyone know what could have caused this? Or what can we do? It's like someone kidnapped my brother and replaced him with the dude from Castaway. Edit. I've seen a lot of people suggest theories, including drug use or underlying mental health issues. I had my mother over today primarily to talk about my brother's condition. My wife was against mentioning the DNA test I ordered, so they are still unaware of my suspicions.

My mom told me about the three incidents involving the... authorities in Vietnam. The first one was a wellness check. After my parents heard nothing from him for about a week, this might have been overzealous on my mom's part. The second and third instances were actually a part of the same correspondence, but turned out to be much more disturbing than I thought. Local authorities were worried my brother and two other female friends have been trafficked to Laos, as they failed to return to Vietnam on time. However, this was resolved after, about half a month. I have no idea the status of his friends, but I suspect they all return to Vietnam together. With regards to my brother at present, my parents have since agreed to my

suggestions of adding cameras to communal areas as well as installing a door to stop in their own room. They have also given me news that they will go private to seek psychiatric treatment for him, starting next week. We'll keep you all updated. And then some relevant comments under this post. One commenter says, A hard drug addiction is the most likely answer. DNA testing would clear this up real quick. If the result is a match, I suggest you seek counseling for both of you.

In that case, either he's done a lot of hard drugs and needs help, or you have some tendencies toward delusion. If the DNA is not a match, you've got your hard proof and you can probably get the help you need. The kind of resources needed to pull off the scheme you're describing would make it a very odd way to spend one's time. Finding someone similar looking enough to fool not only airport authorities, but also family, has got to be difficult and expensive.

If your family is not high profile, and I'm talking head of state, Fortune 500 C-suite, or otherwise ultra-wealthy, it would not make any sense to pull something like this off. Even then, it's such a crazy scheme I can't imagine anyone actually trying it into what end? An inheritance scheme or something? And then the OPR replies saying, my family are quite controversial, particularly for Vietnam, which is mainly why my parents were against my brother's gap year to begin with. I cannot elaborate further on that regard, unfortunately, but there's definitely reason for something like this to happen.

Another commenter said, I'm definitely on board with this. Please make sure you get help ASAP, lack of sleep, hygiene, social withdrawal, etc. It has a tendency to spiral quite fast. you should really push psychological-clinical help ASAP, not only for safety, but your parents. It is not something that will pass by itself or can be cured with love. Please keep in mind that voices slash visions usually start out quite friendly. What country did you go to? Regarding the height difference, you could easily shrink two inches just from terrible posture. Otherwise, it could indicate osteoporosis.

Please stay safe. The OP then said, I'm not quite sure of all the countries, but I think Vietnam and Laos were a part of it. Another commenter said, Do you mean that you literally think someone else is pretending to be your brother? Or are you speaking more figuratively and think your brother is just acting different? The OP then replies to this saying,

It was meant to be figuratively. But I would be lying if I said I was not genuinely concerned. And then the final comment on this thread that is worth note, reads as follows, Sorry, but he's in your house. Doing things in his room loudly, and you can't go and check on him? What the fuck?

Break down the door, what the fuck are you doing? Do your parents own the house, or does your brother? Remember that instance of that stupid mother who basically left her son to his own devices as he constructed a guillotine in his room to commit S-word, and the mom never saw the inside of the room because of privacy? Time to get a backbone and step up. He almost certainly is not making decisions behind that door that are good.

Do what you need to. Not what's comfortable. The OP then replied to this saying, My parents are in their 80s. And while they're very firmly against my interventions, they seem to give him a free pass. It's a sticky situation all around. Plus, I'm personally afraid for my parents in the event they stand up for themselves.

And then the commenter replies to this opi's comment saying, wait, they had your brother in their 60s, and the OP then said he was a surrogate baby. And then the OP, two days later on July 6th, 2025, made a chilling and horrifying post. The post was titled, Family Member Missing. Location France. Hey all, I'll keep this query as brief as possible. My brother has disappeared. My parents only noticed this morning.

But it is likely he fled sometime last night as we booked psychiatric treatment for him on Tuesday. He is seriously unwell. And on another thread, people have claimed his condition might have been exacerbated through drug use. We don't want the police involved. We don't want this to be a public affair, as our family can't afford it right now. We live in a semi-rural town near the Swiss border, so we are hoping to find him before he hurts himself. How can we go about finding him? Any help would be appreciated.

And then the top comments on this post read as follows. One commenter says, You do want the police involved. Trust me. Another commenter says, I understand not wanting to get the police involved, but there is no other choice. I've read your other post about him

and he might not only be a danger to himself, but also to other people. You shouldn't delay contacting the police any longer. Nothing good will come out of that. Best of luck, man. Another commenter said, based on your other post, you absolutely need police involved.

You are worried that this can become public, but it will be worse if he hurts himself or others. Once he has found, you need to commit him immediately. And then there's an update post. An update two, my brother has been replaced. Posted on July 10th, 2025, four days later.

The post reads as follows. Hey all, I think. I thought I'd share an update. This will also be my last post on this site and I want to say a quick thank you to everyone who commented. To those who provided genuine help and support, I could not be more thankful. My brother is dead. We found him in the early hours of this morning and I've spent the rest of the day finding the courage to make this post. Maybe it's shock, but I'd like to think he died over in Vietnam. And upon his return, his body was simply catching up rather than prolong his torment. you will all do a wonderful service here so please keep doing what you're doing all the best

and some relevant comments on this post read as follows commenter i'm so sorry for your loss take some time away from the internet take care of yourself and your parents the opi then response to this comment saying they are a lot more devastated than i am and i think it's because they view the past 20 years to be a waste i don't view it I don't view it this way. My brother lit up every room, and every moment I had with him was cherished. However, I do also believe this moment was inevitable since he returned. In a weird way, I'm glad he went out on his own terms rather than endure what could have been years of pain.

Then some other comments read as follows, I remember your other post. I'm so sorry for your loss. It sounds like, at the very least, you may have started to grieve him some after seeing the state, he was in a pond of return. I hope you find peace with what happened in whatever form that may be. My heart goes out to you

and your family. Another commenter said, In addition to being sincerely sorry for what grief you and your family are enduring, I also want to say that it's because of you, your brother, in the experience you shared about his return that I just called a couple of buddies

to set up visits with them this weekend. I've really been feeling like each of them have been receding and struggling quite a bit and are in need of a visit from a friend. And having just made those calls, I'm now terrified what might have happened if I hadn't come across your posts and been moved to action. No matter what may or may not have happened

if I didn't reach out to my buddies, just know that your candor and your brother's struggles have probably had some potentially life-saving effects for a couple strangers. In the final comment I will read, reads as follows. We wish you a lot of strength in these hard times. No idea what he went through over in Vietnam, but it must have been soul-wrecking. Take time for yourself and your family,

because this will leave a big scar. And the OP has since deleted his account. And wow, this was one of the most disturbing and depressing Reddit posts I've read in a long, long time. I mean, there's just so many questions. it seems like the OP has so many questions. I mean, number one, I just hope the OP is doing better now and can deal with this and just his entire family.

I mean, I can imagine. But I just have so many questions regarding what happened in Vietnam and when he was abroad? What happened? Was it drug use? Was he kidnapped and just traumatized to the nth degree? Or did something else happen that no one else is considering? I really don't know.

And I really hope that, you know, I don't know. his family finds some, you know, solace in these horrific times that they just went through. But yeah, that truly shook me. I mean, I couldn't believe that final post when he said his brother passed away. I mean, just, wow, that hit me so hard. And I just wonder what happened to him. I mean, that's so terrifying that his brother left and never came back the same. Do you guys have any ideas?

If you do, comment down below. I'm really, really curious as to if you guys have any decent. and ideas of what the fuck happened when he was abroad. Because this was truly a disturbing post. On to the next one. My 31 male girlfriend, whose 29F, has a locked room in her house. I don't know what is in it. Originally posted on April 12, 2017.

The post read as follows. My girlfriend, Amy, and I have been together for five years, and we are planning on moving it together into her home when my lease is up in two months. Our relationship is great. We have arguments, but no often, and we always resolve them like rational people. Amy owns a house, and she bought it about 10 years ago. The city we live in was depressed for a while, pictured Detroit, but not, where if you were so inclined, you could buy a big house and a bad neighborhood for a song and dance and then fix it up and hope the neighborhood would come around, which is luckily what happened to her. It's a big old Victorian house with

five bedrooms and three bathrooms. Usually we hung out at my apartment since it was near her work and I don't have a car to get out to her place. But some weekends here and there I would spend the night. When my job went removed five months ago, I started spending a lot more time at her place. It wasn't until after a month I realized the one room upstairs has a latch with a padlock on it. I thought it was really weird that it was a padlock and not just a door lock. I mentioned it to her. And she just said, yeah, I really don't go in that room or use it. What? I mean, I get that it's a big home and she lived in it alone for a long time so she didn't need the space, but to padlock it like that? I asked her what was in it, and she shrugged and said, stuff, like it was no big deal.

I asked if we could open it since maybe that would be a good space for my home office, and she said no. Now, I'm really curious and it's actually sort of eaten away at me. I don't care what it's in the room. I just honestly don't get why it is padlocked shut. That's weird, right? Am I being unreasonable since I'm moving in? I understand the right to privacy and I wouldn't snoop. It's on the second floor.

I've been sort of paying attention now, if she goes in there or not, and I don't think she ever does. I feel like since I'm moving in, I have a right to know, but do I? I don't want to make her open it, but she's so nonchalant about it and changes the subject that my mind keeps running away with me about what could be in there. I'm just wondering what other people think. What I should do and if I'm being unreasonable wanting to see slash know what it is,

this padlocked room, or if I don't have a right to. Our relationship is amazing and perfect except for this one really weird issue. And then some of the top comments were kind of joking around with the OP. Someone even made a joke post saying, number one, four children from her previous marriage that she doesn't want to know about. Number two, her mother's mummified body. Number three, she's secretly a slob, and that's where she throws all the unwashed dishes and hoarded cat poop.

Number four, 23 cats, no more, no less, and a lot of cat poop. Five, all of her previous boyfriends and two ex-husbands who mysteriously disappeared. six, her collection of fingers, they no longer fing, seven, a horse, that's why you hear those noises at night, the sound of distant nickeering, eight, marijuana farm, nine, Dracula, and then someone else comments, reply to that comment saying, 10, satanic altar, 11, freaky dungeon, 12, traffic to people. 13. Portal to another dimension. 14.

The T-A-R-D-I-S. And then someone comments, that room is huge on the inside. Plenty of room for all the bodies. And then the O-P replies to this thread saying, Katz sent me into an almost dying asthma attack, so I think if there was 23 of them, I would know. The marijuana farm is very unlikely.

She's in law enforcement, L.O.L. Someone else says, Maybe it's her clutter room, like Monica has from friends. Another commenter says, this is straight out of a horror movie. You've been together five years. Some ominous locked room in the house you plan to move into is a huge fucking no-no.

You do have a right to know since you're moving in. Weird, creepy secrets should not be a thing in relationships. Tell her it makes you uncomfortable and you'd like to know what's in that room before you move in. And then the OPE replies to that comment saying, That's a good way to phrase it about it making me uncomfortable. Hopefully she knows I mean it. I'm really big on privacy and respecting privacy boundaries,

but this really is just driving me up a wall. Another commenter says, And while I know you two are big on privacy, you have to come back with an update on what's in the room. We need to know, unless you end up getting murdered by the clown dolls from a burned-down children hospital that are locked inside. And then the OPE replies to that comment saying,

Oh God, I didn't even consider clowns. I will absolutely give an update either way. She's working in overnight tonight, so I will talk to her tomorrow. And then another commenter says, I'm enjoying this thread so much. On a serious note, though, has your girlfriend experienced any serious trauma that you're aware of? I ask because I also had a never go in that room room.

Last year, my daughter almost died in her bedroom. It was a CPR and defibrillator and ambulances and a world-class children's hospital-involved-level incident. She's okay now, but I couldn't stay in that house again. We moved out a week later, and every time we went back to pack, I had to have my husband deal with her room, with the door closed. Just too many horrifying memories. Like I said, I know it's a stretch, but is it possible that something like that could have happened?

And then the OPE replies to that comment saying, Wow, that must have been so scary. I'm glad your daughter is okay. As far as I know, there's been no trauma. But after five years, I would have thought I would have heard about it by now, unless she decided to not tell me, which I would respect if it was that traumatic. And then the OP posted an update on April 15th, 2017, which was three days later after the original post. The post read as follows.

Here is my update. I never did figure out how to post it. Hello, Reddit. I promised an update to my prior post in this sub. Sorry for no link. I'm on mobile, so not sure how to link it, but if you look in my post history, it's the only one on there.

I would have posted early, but I needed some time to digest things. I had a long talk with my girlfriend when she got home from work in the morning about the locked room. She tried to blow it off a few times and get out of the conversation. until I told her I couldn't move in until she told me what was in the room and I saw it for myself.

I told her I didn't care what was in there. After posting here, I was more and more convinced that it was probably guns or something related to her work and law enforcement, as that really did make a lot of sense. Eventually, she just broke down sobbing. Big, giant, ugly sobs like I've never seen before. It was pretty shocking. She's not really a cryer. It took a good 15 minutes before she could even start forming words that I could understand

between giant sobs. It was absolutely heartbreaking to see, and I knew as soon as she started crying that it wasn't a room full of guns or work stuff. Actually, the room is empty. There is nothing in there. Someone had surmised in the comments of the other posts that maybe there was some trauma. I forgot who it was, but unfortunately, they were correct. She was basically a kid at 19 when she bought the house.

Like I said, bad neighborhood, fix her up, or etc. And it was dirt cheap due to the city she lived in and those other factors. She had always been smart with her money, so she had a big down payment and was planning on taking the rest of her savings to fix it up. I don't want to get specific with details as it's pretty gruesome and also privacy. but in her third week living there, she had a home invasion while she was home in that room and she was assaulted.

She had no money to move and no family around, so she stayed in the home after buying a security system and locking the door up and planning to just never unlock it and basically never go in that room again. So there you have it. I seriously was not expecting that at all and has been a long week for her and I feel terrible.

I made her tell me, she says that she's glad I now know. She never told me before because she didn't want to, which I totally respect. Also, that is when she decided to start a career in law enforcement to help other people. F.YI, I have not actually seen in the room, and now I don't feel I ever need to. I found a hidden camera under my desk in my rented apartment. I called the police, but I'm not convinced by their conclusion. Long story short, I've been renting this apartment for four to five months now. I am here on and off.

My girlfriend lives abroad, so I stay here a month, then go back to my country, for a few weeks, etc. Recently, I tried to move the desk in my apartment as I wanted to make a DIY den for my rabbit, and I wasn't using the desk much. This is when I realized it was plugged to something behind my. wardrobe there next to each other there was this black wire and I followed it to a small compartment under the desk where a camera was very covertly installed and covered in black tape. The camera was basically positioned so that it perfectly records the groin area of someone sitting down on a chair in front of the desk. I guess it could also record the bed but it didn't

have a clear enough direction towards it and could only record maybe 25% of the lower part of the bed. The camera was fully covered in black tape, except for the small objective. So the light on it wouldn't be visible when turned on. The person who put it there had made sure of this by also covering the whole inside of the desk compartment with black tape and cutting a whole threat only for the objective. I can't explain it better, and it would be easier if this sub-allowed photos, but the setup was hardly noticeable at all. When I went to the police station, two officers drove me to my house and investigators who lived there before me. Apparently, it was an escort who people had filed similar complaints against, similar from what they said, but they didn't go into much

detail. I'm having a hard time figuring out why an escort would be used such a setup and I can't really stop overthinking it. If it was for blackmail, then why place the camera at such a low angle that it couldn't easily capture faces or identifiable features? Why exactly the perfect position to capture someone sitting at the desk? Why a Wi-Fi camera as opposed to a memory card one. The whole building has Wi-Fi, but why would an escort need remote access to a camera even while she's absent? Why I positioned it in such a place that you could barely capture the feet slash legs of someone laying on the bed and not the whole act. The wire was also taped to the back of my wardrobe with scotch, and it's clear from the setup that this desk

has always been in the same place. My apartment is also a very small studio. apartment, so not much room to fiddle with the bed's position. We're talking a matter of inches. I have so many questions about this, and I'd really appreciate some insight. A lot of students slash kids have lived in this apartment before me, as it's close to a school, and landlady's husband would often unlock the door, even if I wasn't home or didn't open when he's knocking just to showcase it to potential tenants before I had to ask him. him to stop and tell him that I'm staying here long term. One time he brought this 14 year old with her mother to show her the apartment. I'm a guy, so I couldn't really care less if he spied on me

as I got nothing to hide. But as I mentioned, kids lived here before me, which is why the officer's conclusion seemed kind of unthoughtful to me, given the possible threat here. And then the OP makes an edit to the post saying, here is the video I took before I called the cops. I hope the setup is somewhat clear. This is the compartment in the lower part of the desk, tape wrapped in the interior, and over cam likely to hide the red light coming from when it's plugged in. And then the OP links a video to what he found. And I'll play the video now. Yeah, that is very eerie. I mean, a perfect little compartment for the camera to fit in there. Obviously, it was hidden there. It's not like they accidentally had it. The camera was obviously not for secure.

I mean, that's obvious enough, but it's not like, oh, well, I just needed security for my apartment. No, that was malicious. I mean, underneath a desk, are kidding me? Like the OP said, pointed at the groin area, that is very, very creepy. And it's just the perfect hole to spy through. So odd. And let's get into some of the top comments and some people's theories. Someone says, check your smoke detectors and heating vents for more cameras.

Someone else says, agreed. This is a hack job by an amateur, but they knew enough to tape up the camera to disguise it, so there's always a chance that they figured out how to install one or two in the bathroom too. I checked the vent at least, very thoroughly, with a strong flashlight. Yeah, I mean, I didn't even think about that,

but if there's one camera, there definitely could be more. I mean, there could definitely be a camera in the bathroom or in your room, or the O.P. did say it's a studio apartment, so a much smaller one, bathroom, vents, some other sort of, you know, intimate areas. I mean, if it's underneath your desk pointed at that area, who knows where else there's cameras. I mean, that is very, very unsettling. Another commenter says, as a retired S worker, I've used a similar method to hide a camera in my bedroom so that I would have recourse if push came to shove. Using a streaming camera would allow me to

record the stream on HDD and not have to worry about SD cards getting full, not to mention placing the recording out of reach of clients potentially messing with it while my back was turned. That's definitely possible. And also, has anyone considered, I haven't seen anyone consider it being a cam girl of sorts? I mean, it wasn't escort, but does that mean they did stuff online and then they had the camera where it was? So it's an easier view. If that makes sense, I mean, I'm speculating, but that also kind of makes sense if they

just never took the camera out after they moved out if it was a potential cam worker if you know what i mean um very very odd and then someone else has a long theory and let's get into that someone says that's a security camera rather than a device intended for covert recording obviously it was being used for covert recording but the limited field of view is quite obvious from your video as is the fact that it is not a professional grade set up by any means. That is, without any doubt, I've done bug sweeping for almost 30 years in amateur gig. It's actually more likely that it has been used for the audio feed considering the positioning of the lens, which is wide angle, but would be so obscured that the field of vision would be severely limited. If you're tech savvy, you could

always plug it in and use a Wi-Fi snooper to figure out what the device name is. That camera, indoors can only be picked up within a 25 meter radius if even that assuming it was connected to Wi-Fi. So it is fair to assume that it was connected to the building's Wi-Fi. Unfortunately, there's no way to trace where it's going unless you know a $300 hour tracker or hacker and the perpetrator happens to be connected to the camera from their own network, which could be traced to a specific apartment using directional range, finding equipment to isolate the strongest Wi-Fi signal correlated with the connected website and that seems very complicated and then they continue saying what i do is leave the camera running

and print out a piece of paper with the words i already called the police you creep go fuck yourself or a similar message of your choice since these cameras are dirt cheap that one could be as low as forty dollars if even that i'd be very very concerned about there possibly being additional units in your apartment however the amateur nature of the person who who installed it makes me think that they lack the expertise and knowledge of how to install a covert camera effectively. So you're probably safe. My recommendation, download an app that snoops for Bluetooth and Wi-Fi signals, trace the manufacturer name and model of the camera. If it's a 2.4 GHZ non-Wi-Fi model, that would mean someone is an adjacent apartment would have to be the one

watching because those signals are essentially line of sight. If it's connected to a Bluetooth network, they'd have to be even closer. If it was in fact connected to Wi-Fi, the perpetrator could be watching from anywhere in the world. And then the commenter continues saying, check crevices in your room and bathroom especially, considering the odd positioning. It might be simple as someone installing a purve cam to see upskirt videos, but the light would be so limited that it's difficult to imagine someone getting in any quality video. And there are no information. red LEDs on the camera that would covertly increase the amount of light hitting the lens, so whoever is doing it did it fast and without any proper setup.

I hope this helps. They weren't able to see much of anything significant, but the audio feed would probably be decent enough to pick up conversations, although not very well and with a lot of noise. And then the OPE responds to that saying, that's super helpful, man, and I appreciate your input on this, it helps ease some paranoia in regards to potential looking in by, the landlord but unfortunately there's no more information i can provide you with as the police already took the camera as evidence all i can remember is that it was a tp link wi-fi one but can't recall the exact model and guess what the opi then posts an update yes i know wild i feel like we never

get updates for all of these posts but the op post an update and let's get into it the opi says i think i forgot to mention this in my last post, but when the cops called the couple about the camera, which the landlady denied even knowing about and said it was definitely not them, they were in a vacation at the beach. Well, they are apparently back, and today, when my girlfriend and I were in front of the building, we saw her husband working in the garage. He went up to us himself and started explaining the situation to my girlfriend in her language. Couldn't understand much, but she translated it to me later. Turns out that now, his explanation,

is that the camera was used by some ex-tenants and that it wasn't plugged in. He said the reason it was still in my room is because he refused to give it back to them because they owed him rent money. He also asked where the camera is now. She told him the cops confiscated it, and he said we shouldn't have called the police.

Hmm, this seems very suspicious by the old landlord. And then he continued saying, kept a $40 camera to break even with the ex-tenants and didn't even bother uninstalling the cassette up before, seems suspicious to me, especially since the wife denied even being aware of it when she spoke to the cops. Also, he mentioned nothing about the escort that lived there, which the police told us about. This explanation makes even less sense.

and yeah that is very very weird it's also weird that the guy brought himself up to them i mean most liars whenever they're lying or worried about something they'll kind of tell on themselves if that makes sense they're going to be like oh i see them i kind of have to make up something and talk to them and then they talked themselves into a trap if that makes sense but um that's very suspicious him saying that he took the $40 or the $40 camera as kind of a collateral as rent money, but then it was still installed. That just makes no sense. And him also being like, oh, well, you shouldn't have told the cops or called the cops.

The whole situation in that whole conversation was very, very suspicious. And the landlord seems like the, you know, the perpetrator. Can't allegedly. But let's get into some comments. Someone says, L.O.L. Quite the liar. Keep the camera for yourself and move when you can. Tell them, you threw away. the camera. You won't get the truth out of these two. And the OPE responded saying,

unfortunately, the camera was taken by the two cops who visited my apartment that day, and they said they'd send it to forensics. They sounded kind of discouraged though, because I didn't think much of it. Infiddled with it too much slash put it in my bag before I went to the station to report it so they likely won't be able to pick up any prints from it, besides my own probably. A shame, since it's also not a SD one, so likely nothing they can find at this point. And, uh, Yeah, that's a good point. I mean, they won't be able to really find much. Someone else says, I would update the cops on his strange reasoning.

I totally agree with that. Someone else says, sounds like we know who placed the camera now. And I don't think it was a previous tenant. Someone else says, he put it there to watch you. You should let his wife know of this resolution. And you should let the cops know your landlord hid this in your house. I would also assume there are more. I mean, that person kind of jumped to a lot of conclusions,

but I definitely would call the cops. And the OPE even responded to this saying, I don't really think it was there to watch me, but likely the other tenants that lived there. After all, typically students rent apartments in this building, since it's situated right next to a school, I have a feeling he might have forgotten to get rid of it before I sign the contract.

What I find creepiest is that from what my girlfriend told me before I decided to stay long term, is that some kids were supposed to stay during the summer. And yeah, that's very, very, very. creepy someone else says BS alert turned to 11 I don't know what the laws are there where you exist or what recourse you have however your landlords are full of shit I would agree the landlord really dug himself into a hole there I mean he was not innocent before but that conversation really was damning for him like that was a very

damning conversation he I mean like he just walked up and kind of threw all suspicion onto himself. Oh, well, why did you throw away the camera? Or why did you give the camera to the police? It was there, but like none of his, nothing he said made sense. Very suspicious. And sadly, we haven't gotten an update since.

But to be honest, I doubt there will be an update because, I mean, what can the police do? Even if you tell, tell the police that the landlord has been suspicious, they can't really do anything, sadly. And very weird post. I mean, what was he trying to do with that? I mean, was he just trying to be. creep possibly was it the landlord we don't know was it the previous tenant we don't know it seems

like there's a lot to speculate on here but this was a very interesting thread but also very creepy opi's husband tries to kill her and she seeks help from reddit my common law husband of four years struggles with his mental health he takes pills for depression but doesn't particularly like the way that they make him feel. Once every six months or so, he stops taking them. He becomes violent and emotionally abusive until he eases the withdrawals by taking them again. He apologizes, I chalk it up to it's not him. It's the withdrawals and we move on. Recently, he made the decision to stop entirely and the results were even worse than normal. I made the decision right then and there that we couldn't be together anymore until he sorted himself out, one way or another.

He made threats of S-word, but clearly hasn't done it. Financially, he needs a few weeks to sort things out. He claims that he loves me, but he also understands my position. I'm a little uncomfortable living with a man who threatened to beat the shit out of me, but again, withdrawals. Not him. I can handle it for a couple of of weeks. I just learned that he is talking to other women. He's downloaded some dating apps and quite happily pursuing other relationships. I don't want him as he is at this moment, but I was operating under the assumption that eventually we would sort it out and come back together. My question is this. Where do I go from here? I am so angry and feel hugely

disrespected. I'm allowing him to continue to stay here until he finds a place. I feel like he can hold off on finding a new girlfriend until he has at least sorted out the mess he has created in his own marriage, and I very much want to confront him and tell him to leave, but I'm also worried that if I don't cut him some slack, he will just commit S-word. At what point do I stop worrying about him and his well-being and start caring about my own. And this original post by the O.P. got little to no support or even attention with only one upvote and one comment which reads as follows. Mental illness is not an excuse for mistreating the people you love. The way he acts and whatever he does next is not your fault at all.

He has been abusive and cruel to you and he is not owed any slack. I would be. I would be minimize conversation with him unless you're asking him about how his move-out process is going. And then the OP doesn't post for another year. And the update post that the OP made is nothing short of heartbreaking. Let's get into it. My husband assaulted me yesterday. Not going to lie, it was bad. If I hadn't gotten away, I'm reasonably confident that he would have killed me. At least he said he was going to. He was arrested and charged with assault by choking, uttering threats to cause death, and mischief under $5,000. He was released without bond, and there is an order of protection in place. I don't believe that he will breach it. My question is this. What can I

anticipate being the end result of this? He has an otherwise clean record, and while he has a history of being volatile, he has never physically assaulted me before. Is he likely to receive jail time? Obviously, our relationship is over, but I do want him to get the help that he needs. Not sure that jail, especially a jail without programs, is going to be the best place for him. Thanks in advance. And then the OP makes a quick edit saying, thank you all so much for your input, shared experiences, and advice. I very much appreciate all of you taking the time. to comment. I think my question regarding jail time has been answered. I perhaps didn't make it clear in my original post. My husband suffers from mental illness. I liken it to a big earthquake.

The plates are shifting and there's the occasional release of pressure, but it's all building towards the big one. San Francisco sunk. The big one has passed. I will honor the no contact order and I'm confident that he will as well. He fucked up irrevocably. and I'm aware that without significant professional intervention, it could happen again. I just want to make sure that he receives that professional intervention and isn't just tossed in a cell. And then the OP makes a small update a few months later saying, Hello, a few months ago, my husband assaulted me, cops came, took pictures in my statement. We are in the process of reconciliation, and that would be easier if there was.

wasn't this looming over us. Is there any way that I can recant or otherwise mitigate the charges? And now let's get into some of the comments because people have a lot to say about this. Someone says, do not get back with him. Words mean nothing. And then the OP response saying, that's fair. I understand your position. Someone else says men that hit women don't deserve second chances to abuse.

Get as far away from this guy as you can. And then the OP posted an update a few months later or almost a year later saying, Hi, all, it's been a journey. And I thought after so many of you were so kind, I owed it to you to update, though it's still not quite over. Despite the urging that each and every commenter had, we reconciled. He was very sorry, you see. It was a difficult time for him, and I wasn't appropriately supportive slash appreciative of that. He was very sorry.

He cried, a lot. He didn't know what happened. He blacked out. It would never, ever happen again. He would spend the rest of his life making it up to me. I did leave out of my original post, mostly because I wasn't aware at the time that he'd been using a significant amount of booger sugar

in the months leading up to the assault. I found out he dabbled several months prior, made it clear that I was a deal breaker, and assumed that he had stopped. When we reconciled, there were conditions that I had laid out. He must attend therapy. He must take his antidepressants. He is absolutely forbidden from using illicit drugs.

I explained my reasoning. Deviation from any of those conditions would make me feel unsafe. He agreed. He came home substantially before the order of protection was lifted. We hit it, much as we hid his assault from our families, but we were both doing the work, and honestly, it felt like we were better than ever. Honeymoon stage. As soon as the order was lifted, all attempts to better himself, understand himself,

understand why he behaved the way that he did, stopped. Like, give you whiplash. It was so abrupt. We were still okay, but I started to get the old eggshells feeling I used to have. Fast forward a couple of months. I was doing laundry in the morning before I had to drive G-ma to her doctor's appointment. Checking pockets like any woman who's had a lag bolt go through the spin cycle does, and I come across a very tightly rolled $5 bill.

Nope, not doing it, not having it, how fucking dare you? I confronted him later. It was my fault for snooping. Um, no. Your jeans still got cleaned. They just arrived with a side of it. of helping of consequences. He said we were done.

I said, nope, you messed up, you got caught, and now you're going to make it better. You don't get to decide unilaterally for both of us. After all, we've been through that you're done now. Too bad, figure it out. He was pretty awful for a couple of days, and I got to rethink my knee-jerk reaction. My desire to hold on to a relationship

that apparently only existed in my mind, or if he felt like it, was weighed. and found lacking. He changed his tune on day three, but by then I'd made the decision to put myself first. He was a little surprised. Not going to lie, the time between me telling him we were done to when I moved out was the scariest time of my life. He would accuse me of not being scared because the bedroom door wasn't locked. Well, it was damn well locked the night when you tried to kill me. What's the point in locking in now? He would call me. He would call me a lot. horrible names, screaming me, advance on me, and I'd flee my home. He would use constantly

and then send the most horrible texts. I stayed with friends most of the time, as terrible as it sounds, I'd harbored some hope that he'd fall through on his threats of Sward, just so that it would stop. Ultimately, Crown and I worked out a plan for him for going forward. For the record, he and his family still think that I should drop the charges so he can move on. We've agreed on a guilty plea to a lesser assault. Wave the other charges, and in return, he will receive a conditional discharge. 18 months probation, three free programs that he'll be required to take. Apparently the reason he'd abandoned therapy is because he cannot afford it.

And he does those and keeps his nose clean for about 18 months. Then they wipe his record. This should theoretically happen next month, though it's been pushed and pushed and pushed. So the takeaway here, I'm a flaming idiot for ever trusting him again. Fun aside, he's refused to go to the bank with me to have my name removed from our joint accounts. Despite my explanation of the situation to a manager alone, but he has relentlessly bounced payments. Yesterday they took an awful lot of money out of my account to cover the payments past the overdraft and his. I truly believed that we could have worked it out if he had gotten the help that he needed and wasn't using drugs.

I thought I could force those things to happen. I'm smart and funny and pretty, plus I can cook, and I'm not too shabby in bed if I say so myself. The horror of what he'd done combined with the very real possibility of losing me, should keep him in line, yes? Well, no. As it turns out, there's no rhyme or reason to mental health issues, especially mixed with addiction. There's not coming back from you're going to die

when someone's hands are wrapped around your throat. I am infinitely sorry that I didn't listen to the advice given to me initially. I read your comments back then. I cried a little and then thought, they don't know him like I do. You were right. and I'm grateful to each and every one of you, much as I'm grateful for every breath that I get to breathe.

It took me longer than it should have had to get there, but here I am, breathing freely with peace in my heart, though a substantially lighter bank balance, fuckers. Been stocked for the past two months, going completely insane. Originally posted to R-slash-RBI and the post reads as follows. Around two months ago, my stalker broke into my apartment without destroying the lock and completely trashed for the place. This was followed by a series of unwanted visits throughout the day and the night,

always leaving behind a trail of vandalism and destruction on my belongings and property. The approximate damage of the property slash belongings is around $2,000 in the course of less than a week. I changed the lock and locked everything valuable in my suitcases. They managed to pick my locks. At this point, I was afraid to touch anything in the house. They contaminated everything from my food in the fridge, my dishware, to the bed sheets on my bed, and any sort of cleaning products.

If I leave my stuff unsupervised for a few minutes, I would find it trashed. They knew exactly when I would take a nap, shower, or used the restroom. I called the police. In spite of the damage to my property and the trash place, I didn't bother cleaning it because they would make it dirty again. The police somehow refused to take me seriously

and refused to investigate to see if there were any fingerprints. This was after waiting six fucking hours at 2 a.m. for them to show up, by the way. Out of desperation, I moved everything into a storage unit and decided to move. They followed me into my storage unit by using the card that they stole from my home while I went to use the washroom. They had the passcode and a storage unit. Once again, I went to the restroom while sorting my things in the storage unit one late evening. I put my notebook in the storage unit, locked the storage, and went to the washroom.

When I came back, I found the words high in their writing. They went through all of my personal documents, journals, and even my documentation of everything that I wrote. And would cross out random stuff slash write random comments using the exact same style slash color pink to confuse me. Anyhow, things have gotten progressively worse as I have fled my home, stayed at a shelter, moved to multiple Airbnbs, hotels, anything to get away from this motherfucker that follows me around all day. They pick my locks, gets into my lock facilities slash rooms,

while evading public surveillance. What the fuck am I supposed to do? The police won't take me seriously because there's no apparent damage. Things have escalated from the vandalism and destruction of my property, to me waking up to find red scars, torn skin, peeling skin, and scratch marks all over my body. It's never severe enough to be life-threatening because that would leave incriminating evidence behind. Instead, like with my belongings, that they damage slowly one by one,

scratched up all my electronics, dumped trash in my luggage, keep dipping my clothes in acid so that it's forever wet, cut my shoes and brand new clothing, cut up anything they can get their hands on, left disgusting stains on the clothes I was wearing while sleeping, etc, etc. They want to torture and torment me psychologically. And now let's get into some of the top comments.

Someone says, I think this person is you. Someone else says, investigation shows that the OP is a zero-day-old Reddit account with Six Karma. Only involved subreddit is this one. No further investigation required. O.P., please get some help from a mental health care professional. Someone else says,

I honestly don't know what to think here. I have no idea how someone could coincidentally break into your house every time you happen to be occupied without being caught even once and managed to elude public surveillance while breaking into your house. to your storage locker? And how could someone cause wounds to your body while you're asleep without waking you up? I know this possibility might be scary, but maybe you did all these things and you're not remembering that you did them due to an undiagnosed brain condition.

Please get in touch with a doctor as soon as you can just to make sure. And so it's pretty clear that the OP is suffering from some sort of delusion or mental health issues and it's just very sad to see because this is the last update the opi has ever posted on their reddit account so i hope that the opi got the help they needed because in all honesty i don't think it is a stalker i mean all the things she outlined it just it's impossible for that to be a person doing that to her and everyone else on the reddit page agrees so yeah i just really hope the opi gets the help that they need really weird noises in the cassava fields a night in fitz Santa Lock at night? Rabbit dog? Hey guys, I'm kind of freaked out and need some advice.

My wife and I just moved to the outskirts of Fitzanelok a few weeks ago, which is in Thailand. We're surrounded by cassava, corn, and rice fields. It's pretty quiet out here, which is nice, but lately, I've been hearing some weird shit at night. For the past few nights, around 2 or 3 a.m., I've been woken up by these super weird noises coming from the fields. At first, I thought I was just some dogs fighting or something, but it doesn't sound quite right. It's like this low, guttural, growling mixed with what sounds like, I don't know, wet shuffling. It's hard to describe, but it's creeping me out. It sounds like squelching, if that makes sense. Like wet. We have large sliding window doors from my bedroom that basically just step out into the yard and my bed is right next to them.

We close the curtains tonight, even though there's really nothing. around, but it's easy for me to peel back the curtain and look outside. We don't have any street lamps out here or anything, so it's basically pitch black, but I can see something moving around on the field across the street, which is now just dirt because they harvested the large cassava plants that were there. I mean, it looks like a big dog, but the way it moves is just off, like jerky and unnatural. Its eyes caught some light and reflected, and they were really bright and it scared the crap out of me. The eye shine the animals have, if you know what I'm talking about. But this was dimmer, like it was coming from inside the thing's head. Like if you were to

cover a flashlight with a blanket. I opened the sliding door to see if I could hear anything, and it smelled like a kind of rotting meat smell outside. And I heard almost like a wet sliding sound and grunting. The only thing I can think of is that there is a kind of dog with rabies out here, but it's scaring me because I have a 10-month-old. Is rabies common out in the countryside areas? I know there are a lot of dogs out here and people kind of just let them run around. I'm worried if there's a rabbit dog.

It could spread. Anyone else in Fitzsandah look experienced anything like this? Or am I just being paranoid? Any advice would be appreciated. And then let's get into some of the top comments. One commenter says, I'm also Team Wild Boar. I'm from North Germany,

and we have them a lot in the same. the woods. They are smelly and loud as hell. You can hear them from 100 meters clearly. Edit. Got curious and read about fitz sand look. And to my surprise, you guys also have moon bears, tigers, and leopards there. Good luck with a peaceful sleep. Another competitor said, there are vultures in Thailand. Believe it or not, especially around the national parks. Perhaps that's what you're seeing and hearing, and it would explain the rotting meat smell. The only other thing I can think of is a wild boar. I would look for tracks in the morning and see what you can see.

Another commenter said, Nah, brother, this is terrifying. I'd be out of there the next morning. From what I know, a rabbit dog should not have any smell at all. And everything else sounds equally terrifying. For your sake, I hope this is just some good storytelling. And then the Opie replies saying, I thought maybe it could just be a dirty or injured or have mange or something.

The smell is pretty strong, though. I can only really explain it as rotting meat. I'm not much of a storyteller, ha-ha. Just explaining what's going on. Hoping somebody might have some insight. We can't really leave since we essentially built a house here and have literally just moved in. And then a commenter says,

you're in Thailand, man. The past still lives there, like black magic, ghosts, demons, spirits, good and bad. I would say it's one of these. Thailand is a place of seared. and profits. And then another commenter says, 100% although this stuff exists elsewhere. In my opinion, Thailand, they have more power because of collective belief in spirits. Blame everyone for giving spirits, Fanta, as a substitute for blood,

L.O.L. I don't see it being a bore. It should be obvious with the tracks. And then another commenter asked, How close were you to it? I just couldn't ever imagine a smell that bad unless it was actually a dead animal. That's in combo with the noise. and it being at the same time is genuinely nightmare fuel. No actual insight but I hope you figure it out. Keep us posted. And then the OPEer applied to a few of the comments saying, so we have a small plot of land with about 20 meters between my bedroom window, which steps out into the yard and the road. The road is very small. You can barely fit two cars next to each other on it. And basically across the road is just fields as far as you can see. Right now flattened dirt. But before, it was really tall cassava plants when we first got here.

But it was strong enough for me to be able to smell it. And then another commenter says, it's probably just dogs. I am in Petchubun and all the weird noises that hear turn out to be dogs. They get up to some annoying shit in the middle of the night. Edit. I'd recommend getting a motion camera. And then that was the end of that thread. And then four days later, the OP gives us an update.

And then the post is titled, The Noises Are Still Going On at 3 a.m. every morning. I bought a bunch of CCTV cameras. And the post reads as follows. Figured I'd do a quick update to this original post. I'm really freaking out now. My wife is terrified as well. That weird creature keeps coming around at 3 a.m. or so in stocking the area around the house. Always just out of view in the fields.

Here is a picture of the area the next morning. I don't see any dirt disturbed, so I don't see how it's a wild boar. And then the OPE includes a picture of the field in the daytime. And we'll take a look at the picture now. It's just a simple dirt field. I guess, yeah, we can't really see any sort of tracks or anything, but, you know, open field. And I feel like it would be able to be easy to see with a CCTV camera, but I guess if it's out of the light or whatever, it'd be pretty hard to see any sort of creatures or, whatever the thing is.

And he says the area across the street where I hear the noises slash see the movement. Okay, cool. So this is the area where the noises are coming from. And then he continues saying, I just bought a bunch of CCTV cameras that can see at night. I'm getting them set up around the property now because we are really scared. Here's the kind I got. I don't know much about cameras, so I hope these are good.

Gotham off a Lazada. I don't know what Lazada is. I guess is a foreign Amazon. on or something, but he got a hell of a lot of cameras. He got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, six or seven or eight. Very interesting. Maybe he'll catch it. I don't know. Let's continue. The thing is, though, I actually walked outside this morning with my phone slash light on, trying to get it on camera. And it's like the closer I moved, the more it got further away. And I could see it vaguely with my naked eye, but I couldn't pick it up on the camera. But the

rotting smell got so bad I got this huge insane rush of fear that I basically ran back inside and closed the curtains like a baby. I was so scared. I don't know what this is. I don't think it's a bore. I will try to get something on camera. Any advice or similar experiences would be very helpful. I feel like I'm losing my mind. And then some top comments on the post. Some people say, I hope it's some local landowners trying to scare you away like Scoopy Doe. That'd be really funny. Someone else said, Skinwalker Ranch, Thai Edition. I'm glad this guy's getting help by the commenters when they're just joking.

Someone else said, I had an experience like you. I woke up a few times in the middle of the night. I heard movement outside the kitchen. I was convinced it was people. Like Buffalo are all in the stable at that time. It continued for a few nights and I casually mentioned it to my wife. It was water monitors. She had been throwing chicken skin over the wall.

They had smelt it and come to eat. And oh my God, a water monitor is crazy. I forgot like Thailand has all these animals, but a water monitor is this huge like alligator sort of thing. Not an alligator, but it's a huge ass lizard. Yeah, Thailand's got a lot of animals. I think it could be a lot of things OPEs dealing with. But anyways, another commenter said,

why don't you just ask your neighbor or someone that has lived there while. That's a good point. Another commenter said, just a ghost. There are thousands of them in rural Thailand. Go to a shrine with six Red Bull and a Mano soda. Another commenter says, 3 a.m. is around witching hour by local beliefs. You can all not believe it, but I have had enough experiences not to knock it. I would talk to locals and maybe get a monk to hold a house welcoming ritual. Another commenter said, several animals could fit this description. Someone said, a wild boar, common in Thailand. They're known for their growls, shuffling through vegetation, and musky odor. Another guess was Asian elephant, while less likely in a cassava field,

they're powerful, can make deep growls and have a strong smell. Large civet, these nocturnal mammals are known for their musky scent, grows, and varied diet, which canning. include crops. Retel, Honey Badger, though less common, they're known for their tenacity, growls, and foul odor when threatened. It's difficult to say definitively without more information. If you're convinced, consider contacting local wildlife authorities for advice. And then another commenter said, have you considered it could be something small like insects or frogs? They can make very outsized and unnatural sounds. This makes me think it is a lot of something small that makes a lot noise rather than a single larger creature. When you get close to the nearby one stop, but the

further away ones keep going, giving the impression that the sound is just out of reach all the time. That's actually a really good theory. A recording the sound and posting it might help more to get an ID. And then the OP didn't reply to a single one of those comments, which is a little weird, and then I go to his profile and look for any other updates, and he posts in R slash Ask, psychiatry. And he made a relatively disturbing post saying, is this collective hysteria? I hope this is the right place to ask this. I live in Thailand and my wife, Thai, just bought a house in the countryside. And I want to see if we are basically sharing some kind of hysteria or delusion. About two months in, we start hearing weird noises out in the fields.

Kasava fields, but now it's dirt because they've been harvested, so it's just flatland slash dirt for a long way. At first, I thought it was a rabid dog, then a wild boar, other people suggested other animals. The issue is that it starts at about 3 a.m. every morning. It's a squelching sound. The only way I can describe it is if you take a wet sponge and constantly keep squeezing it. That wet squelch sound. Following the sound is a stench that smells sort of like rotting meat. I can see the thing moving out in the field, but it's very unnatural, like jerky movements. almost as if it was under a strobe light, if that makes sense. I've seen its eyes.

They can reflect light, but that's about it. Kind of like a cat's eyes, I guess. Okay, so here's where I'm starting to think we're going crazy or something. I bought a ton of CCTV cameras that have night vision. I put them all over the house, some looking at the yard, some looking at the field slash road outside the house, just basically surrounding the house. I was like 100% sure I'm going to catch whatever this thing is on camera.

So after we get everything set up, 3am rolls around, and the thing is back out in the field. I turn on the app to see if I can see it on the night vision camera, we had mounted outside, and there is nothing there. I look out with my naked eye, and I can see the jerky movements. I look back at the camera, nothing. Not only that, but there is no recording of the sound I hear. either. After a few more nights of this, I finally got one of those really strong flashlights with the crazy bright beams and was determined to go out with my phone and basically shine a light on this thing. So the next morning, I wait. 3 a.m. rolls around on cue and I go out with the phone

slash flashlight. But every time my beam hit where it was, it changed locations. It would suddenly appear on the outside of the beam, just outside of it, or really far away. If I turned it off, it goes back to where it was. So it's at this point I'm starting to doubt my sanity. Like am I even seeing this? But here's the thing. My wife is seen it too and she's hearing it. At this point we're terrified so we started asking some of the neighbors. This is a sparsely populated area that's basically farmland and the houses are really far apart. But we went to our closest neighbor who is this guy who raises cows and stuff. We asked him about it and he basically refuse to talk to us and shoot us away. He pointed out his cows and said, basically, I don't want to

hurt my cows and clammed up. My wife and I have an 11-month-old, and we are not getting much sleep anymore. We're constantly scared about this thing that keeps coming around that we can't capture on camera. My question is, could we be experiencing some kind of collective delusion? How can we tell? Are there some tests we can take, or something to determine if this is a our heads. Thanks for the help and sorry for the long post. So that took a crazy turn. So maybe the OPE is dealing with some mental health issues. I mean, there's a myriad of reasons why he's seeing these things at 3 a.m. Number one, it could be an animal. Number two, it could be a person out there. Number three, it could be a supernatural ghost or something. And now number four,

mental health. So there's a lot of options he has to weigh. And, And a commenter says under this post saying, info, do you have any other reason to suspect mental illness besides this experience? What stops you from just ignoring it? And then the OP replies saying, I don't have any other reason to suspect it, no. As far as I know, we're both super healthy. I don't know how I can ignore it. It's pitch blackout here at night. Then this thing shows up smelling like rotting meat at the same time every morning, making these weird noises across the road, and now I can't catch it on camera, but I can hear slash see it with my own senses. To be honest, we are both terrified.

I don't know how you can ignore something like that. Like, oh, there's some weird thing crawling around 20 meters away again. Guess I'll just go back to sleep. And then someone replies to that saying, Sounds like a possibility that you guys have got so anxious about it that in the dark you are struggling to interpret your senses. That would be more of an anxiety thing. and is way more common than shared psychosis.

The timing not precisely on the hour makes me think of someone's farming machinery on a timer. Maybe belonging to the unhelpful neighbor? I would certainly ask other neighbors. And there's a few other comments, but nothing super notable. And that is the last update we've heard from the O.P.

And this was nine months ago. So I have no clue what happened to the OPE. I mean, it is weird that, I mean, he showed proof of buying the cameras, but then he said, I can't see this thing on the camera. And I mean, like, sure, this could be made up, but the way this is all framed just does not seem like a made-up story, especially with that second post, because that second post wasn't even in the quote-unquote viral original thread. This was kind of like a cry for help almost with a few upvotes. So it feels very eerie, unsettling, and odd. I don't know what's going on with the OPE.

I mean, like I said earlier, it could be so many different. different things. Could it be a ghost? Could it be an animal? Could it be bugs? Could it be his own mind playing tricks on him? I don't know, but it is creepy. And I just wonder what it is. And hopefully OP and his family get this figured out because, yeah, you can't deal with that every single night. Waking up at 3 a.m. I mean, not getting sleep, then it's going to probably worsen if it is mental health issues. So very interesting and creepy. And hopefully the O.P. is doing better now. but maybe we'll hear an update one day. Maybe we won't.

I don't know. Very interesting. On to the next one. A former co-worker is using burner numbers to harass my husband and acting obsessive. Originally posted to R-slash RBI in the post reads as follows. I know this is long, but I would really appreciate anyone who takes the time to read this. In late November of last year, my husband, Paul, was tasked, with training a new hire named Frank, who was brought in from outside the company.

Paul does not usually lead training. However, Frank's supervisor was overwhelmed during the last quarter. Frank worked at Paul's office for a little over a month. Frank seemed friendly at first. Albley, an excessive texter. Even Paul's boss, Frank's future boss's boss, complained that they received social messages from Frank during non-work hours. Sometimes Frank's messages would be incoherent and needier if he did not receive an immediate reply, followed by multiple question marks. My husband addresses this with Frank during his training, and for the most part, the messages became infrequent. After Frank was placed at his branch, the messages subsided. In early January, Paul's boss asked if he could discuss a work matter with Frank because whose direct

report was on vacation. Later that day, Frank sent Paul a message that said, babe, Paul thought perhaps Frank had accidentally texted the wrong person. Paul didn't respond. Frank sent more messages regarding work. And when Paul didn't immediately reply, Frank made a S word suggestive comment. And I can't say S word, but it's kind of intimate and freaky. He made a freaky suggestive comment. Paul responded, quote, stop making things weird.

Frank apologized, but then added, you're hot though. My husband told him, you need to stop. This is not a line. want to cross with you. Frank then said something along the lines of he was available if Paul wanted him. Paul said, quote, I'm a happily married man. To which Frank replied, that's what all men say. Paul again told Frank to stop. I had previously met Frank when I visited my husband's office. Paul has pictures of me on his desk. His orientation and marital status were not ambiguous when Frank sent those messages. Paul told me what happened as soon as he arrived home from work. I said he should

screenshot the messages and report them to HR. However, Paul felt so uncomfortable with the messages he deleted them. Paul assumed Frank was drunk and once of clear mind, he would be embarrassed and forget that it happened. Over the next few days, Paul received between two to three messages daily from Frank. They were about work. However, towards the end of the week, Frank became apologetic and told Paul he had hoped they could still be friends. Paul has only briefly known this person, has never hung out with him outside the office, nor has he engaged in social texts. Paul has not answered any of Frank's messages since the first time he told him to stop.

A couple of things occurred to me over the next week. A week after Frank was placed at his new branch, Paul received messages from an ICloud account. They said, hey sexy. and when Paul didn't reply, they were followed by question marks. Paul immediately blocked the account, assuming it was a scammer. In the last few months, Paul received frequent texts from unknown numbers with local area codes that addressed him by name. Paul thought they were all from roboscams.

I realized that this started to around the time Frank began his training. When I visited my husband's office, Frank barely acknowledged me when we were introduced. That night, I joked with my husband, that during my visit, Frank was like a shadow and seemed to appear every time I turned around. After a week of unanswered texts, Frank again apologized and asked if Paul could call him. He had called Paul's office earlier to see if he was there. Subsequently, Paul contacted his assistant managers slash coworkers and asked them not to share his schedule with anyone who calls. Frank messaged that he would stop texting and was sorry

if he bothered Paul. Later in the night, Paul started to share his schedule with anyone who calls. Frank messaged that he started to receive messages from an unknown number with a local area code. The first message said, Hey, remember me? I, star six seven, the number from my phone to see if it was a computer or actual phone line. When I called, it rang twice and then went to voicemail. The person never stated their name, and the texts were incoherent. The texter asked, are you trying to end my career?

They claimed to be a former employee. and then they said they previously dated Paul. We have been together for two decades, and I'm the only person Paul has ever dated. The messages continuously baited Paul to call the number to find out who is texting him. Finally, they said, quote, You used to be sweet.

Paul didn't block the number immediately because he wanted to see if the person would incriminate themselves. Paul received 20 plus messages throughout the night. He never responded to any of them, and the number is now blocked. He paid a small fee to look up the number and found that it belongs to Envoy. The person used a VOIP to text. Paul tried to look up a VOIP registry online.

Paul reported the anonymous number to the FTC with the text logs. He took screenshots of all the undelated messages between him and Paul and the anonymous number. Paul also called local law enforcement. He knew they wouldn't be able to do anything because no direct-to-rength. threat was made. They told him to keep the number blocked. Paul paid service to retrieve the text he deleted that came directly from Frank's number, but it was unsuccessful. ICloud backup was not activated. The next week at work, one of Paul's assistant managers approached him. They follow Frank on Facebook and were alarmed by his posts. The day after Paul received the text from an unknown

number, Frank made similar posts online and added, quote, with me, you're either ride or die or dead. Paul compiled all of the information he had and shared it with his boss and company HR. Over the next few weeks, Paul continued to receive text from Frank, sometimes one a week, or once every other week. After a month-long investigation, HR touched base that their legal department found several red flags. However, they can't disclose info because of confidential. nor were they going to fire Frank. Paul has been away on business for the past two weeks and I have been home alone. Paul told me he received texts from Frank that asked how his business trip was going. Just to reiterate, Paul hasn't responded to Frank's messages since he told him to stop,

which was over a month ago. Last time I saw I had several missed calls from Paul around midnight. When I called him back, I could tell he was worried. Same as before, he started to receive text from a different number with a local area code. They said, quote, I miss you. Why do you hate me? The number called him consecutively for an hour. Paul had to turn on the do not disturb option. The following text messages he received were explicit and some referenced me. For the most part, I feel safe at home. We have a PO box and an unlisted street address. There are exterior and interior cameras at all entry points around our home. Also, our neighborhood has 24-hour security.

However, I'm worried sick every time Paul leaves the house. We've wanted to start a family for a very long time now, but have struggled with infertility. Unfortunately, this past month, I suffered another miscarriage. This person has added unnecessary stress to our lives. Last night, I was shaking and could not sleep. Any advice on how to find out where these texts are coming from? or how to handle harassment would be much appreciated.

Paul and I already discussed going to the police once he returns home. And then the OP makes a quick edit saying more info. We were definitely frustrated with HR's response. My husband was told legal would review all of the information he shared. He spoke to them on the phone several times, hour-long conversations. They asked if he felt safe, and he said frankly, no. Things escalated in such a short period. They took certain precautions, i.e., he was never in the building alone.

He didn't work past sunset. He parked towards the front. And security made sure cameras are facing the parking lot. They seemed supportive at first. However, the investigation took a month and they told my husband there wasn't enough to fire Frank. The HR rep did say she was surprised by legal's resources. She didn't realize how much they have access to and that they have found several red flags. but they are unable to share what they found or when slash if Frank would be disciplined.

Everything was treated like it was supposed to go back to normal, even though it doesn't seem like it was discussed with Frank, nor did it stop. I used hyphens for Paul and Frank because I tried to leave out identifying info. I slipped up with typing out and at one point to use Frank's real name, which I corrected. I doubt to find this post, but this whole situation has me exercising precaution. And okay, before we move on to the top of the topic, comments, I just have to say it is beyond ridiculous that Frank is not fired. So the company knows that Frank is dangerous enough to Paul or weird enough to Paul that they have Paul park in the

front of the parking lot and they have them not working past sunset and never in the building alone. They have all these precautions, but they're just not firing the guy instead of just like, you know what I'm saying? Like that is just so ridiculous. The company is putting all of these precautions in place like you can't stay in the building alone he doesn't work past sunset he parks towards the front and security made sure the cameras are facing the parking lot like they did all those precautions but they're just not going to fire him like what like what are they waiting for something bad to happen i just think that is mind-blowing how the company realizes he's weird enough or dangerous enough to do all those precautions but also not fire him that is ridiculous that is actually crazy

like they didn't find enough uh they didn't find enough uh they didn't find enough info or whatever to fire him. What do you mean? I mean, they had all those precautions and they didn't fire him. That is just beyond mind-blowing. But let's get into some of the top comments. Someone says, it sounds like Paul and his boss need to go back to HR and let them know their lack of action is unacceptable and is creating a toxic work environment.

This is beyond just being not okay. And I absolutely agree. And the OPE response saying, he has been forwarding every message to HR, but has not heard back from them in over two weeks. To his knowledge, he does not think the company has addressed the situation with Frank after the first complaint was filed. And then someone else responds saying, you need to talk to a lawyer to see if you can get a restraining order and to push HR into taking action. They are there to protect the company, not the workers. You need to tip these scales to make having him there a liability or have it costs more to have him there than what it

cost to replace him now tell them that you believe their inaction in this case has caused an unsafe working environment toxic workplace and has encouraged the ongoing harassment that has taken place obviously depending where you are located will change how seriously they take it but it's another report you can log with your evidence and i mean like this is just insane how the hr is just like just being like yeah it is what it is uh another commenter says beyond getting HR to get their shit together, a restraining order might be a good idea. It might be a good idea to make a post in the legal advice subreddit for more detail on what sort of action to take since this is outright harassment and borderline stalking. Weirdly, my partner is also named Paul and we've had a similar

problem in the past, so reading parts of this feels a little surreal. I hope things get better for the both of you. And then the OP says, thank you so much for your suggestion. I'm sorry they experienced something similar. And then the OP makes an edit. saying I posted an update with more info. Thank you to everyone who took the time to read and answer. I received a lot of helpful information. And now let's get into that update. Thank you to everyone who took the time to read my original post

and offer suggestions and support. I have received a lot of helpful advice and I'm so appreciative. There were a few details I left out because of length, but I tried to answer them in the comments. My husband is still away on this business trip, but we'll be returning home tonight. Paul does plan to get a new phone number once he returns home. We discussed filing for an order of protection.

One source of comfort is that we have a PO box in our street address we rent is not available online. With a restraining order, we would have to disclose our address. We're weighing the pros and the cons. My husband and I spoke this morning, and he filled me in on a few new details. His boss called him last night after he sent screenshots of the other. the text from the VOIP. They have a great working relationship, and she disclosed a few things that she wasn't necessarily supposed to share. Legal was not able to link the VOIP texts and calls to Frank. There have been two separate numbers that we know of that have been used to harass my husband.

Paul used Spelgo to look up the information, and both numbers are owned by the company Envoy. My husband's boss suggested that the next time he receives a phone call, from the VOIP number to answer and record the conversation. I don't know if he should do that. If anyone knows how to search VOIP numbers so we can connect them to Frank, that would be a huge help. After Frank was placed at his new office last December, he has repeatedly asked to transfer back to my husband's branch.

Paul is well regarded within his company and next in line for a promotion. During Frank's training, he would often make comments about how alike they were. Paul thought Frank was referring to their similar background. in business. However, I searched online and Frank might have lied about some of his previous work experience. Physically, personality-wise, and familial background, they are very different. I don't think the harassment is just based on attraction. There have been several messages where Frank calls my husband, his friend and mentor, which is bizarre because they only work together for five weeks. There were a few comments about Paul deleting the initial text from Frank. I was also frustrated by his

decision, but I understand why. Paul had a rough childhood, and his first instinct is to avoid conflict. The text made him feel so uncomfortable he didn't want to open the messages and see them. He had hoped that they could forget and had happened. However, the situation escalated. To be clear, those were the only inappropriate text sent directly from Frank's number. His subsequent messages say things like, hey, haven't heard from you in a while. Hey, how's it going? The text from VOIP are explicit. There are similarities in verbiage and format from Frank's texts.

Facebook posts and the VOIP texts. I did do some research on Frank. I searched our state's court dockets and found that he was arrested for a DUI a month before he started working at the company. Paul's boss had previously complained that Frank was repeatedly messaging her about when his background check would be completed when he was hired. She thought it was suspicious, but nothing was flagged. At one point during training, Frank texted a coworker from a random number.

The coworker asked if it was an alternative contact, and Frank explained that it was his smartwatch. When everything happened, I tried to find as much info as possible. When I googled his primary number, nothing came up. However, the co-worker shared the smartwatch number, which is listed online as Frank's primary contact for the past two decades. It also shows several numbers attached to Frank's name, and it is noted next to one of the of them that it is VOIP. There were previous addresses linked to Frank's phone number. According to one address, a Frank L. Smith and a Frank L. Miller lived at the same residence with

the same people. I looked up both of those names and they have different birth dates within a few years of each other. I was curious because Frank had told my husband he was divorced and I thought perhaps he had changed his last name. Frank L. Smith had the same birth date as the court docket I found. The biggest thing my husband's boss told him was Frank recently. asked for an out-of-state transfer, which is currently being processed but not certain. Paul has mixed feelings about this. He first felt relieved, but then frustrated that the company's approach was to make Frank someone else's problem, and it doesn't guarantee that it will stop.

And unfortunately, that is the last update we have ever received from the O.P., but I just find it extremely, extremely upsetting that he's still working for the company. It's ridiculous that instead of firing him, which is deserved, they're just like, go to another state. Go to another branch that will deal with you. I mean, that's just crazy that he was like freaky and sending so many freaky texts and harassing him. And I just think it's ridiculous that they didn't fire him over that.

And instead, they just had to make their employee uncomfortable and have to fear for his safety. And same with his wife. his wife said he was shaking or she was shaking with fear at night because her husband would leave. I mean, that is so sad that this guy was able to just harass the OPE's husband and get no repercussions for it. I mean, I do really wonder what happened to him because, I mean, he's probably not going to stop this behavior. He's probably going to go do that to somebody else. I mean, it's very, very odd and very weird.

And I think it's ridiculous that the company did not fire him. But, yeah, we have not received an update since then. so I assume everything is good and fine, and I hope so because, you know, the Opie and her husband need a break. My spouse has been acting incredibly strange. Do I need to help him? Or do I need to escape? Posted on July 14th, 2024 in R-slash relationship advice. Sorry about formatting.

I'm on mobile and I'm really shaken up as I write this. My 30F spouse who is 35-M. has been experiencing behavior that has only become increasingly concerning. In the past two months now, he has been talking about things that he claims are happening, but he's never mentioned before. As some background info. When his behavior first started getting concerning, I managed to convince him to go to the hospital to get it checked out for his mental health.

He wasn't even seen by a doctor, and he was told he just needs to take a certain medicine and to help him sleep. The issue is he also smokes weed. so this medicine does not mix well with that. He won't quit smoking. We also have two very young kids. And now back to the weird recent behavior. He claims he had an old email with an inheritance that got hacked, and he needs access to it.

I tried helping him get on it, but he hasn't used it in literally the 12 years we've been together. I only knew of its existence previously when I helped him switch his Facebook login, and that was an email. Another example is that he believes everyone is talking about him to me and everyone else. I mean, literally everyone else. He thinks there's some sort of big thing planned to hurt him or do something horrible to him soon and that we're all in on it. And before I continue reading the rest of this post, that does sound very, very close to schizophrenia or some sort of psychosis. I'm not a doctor and I can't diagnose anyone, but after covering many, many posts and videos about schizophrenia, and gangstocking, this sounds very, very similar to symptoms exhibited by schizophrenics.

And anyways, let's continue. The op then says, on a few other separate occasions, he's asked about a show that we're on and asked how much money I'm being paid to keep his secret. He also thinks I'm having secret phone calls and that I've apparently left the room to accept these calls, which then results in me coming back, crying about something I've apparently discussed on the phone. Whenever I try to explain to him that none of this is happening, he fights back saying that I'm just lying to him, and to tell him the truth. Then I need to tell him the truth or something bad is going to happen.

It's gotten so bad he ended up getting fired from his job because he was barely showing up. He kept going to the cop station to make a report instead of going to work. After he got fired there was some sort of tense situation where they ended up calling a wellness check for him because they were afraid he's going to come back and hurt someone. The cop showed up while I was also home, and he said he wouldn't hurt someone. He only acts in defense. In the recent weeks, he's gone from screaming at me demanding answers to just not talking to me at all. At this point, I'd rather he just not interact with me.

The reason I'm writing this is because of what happened today. It was a nice day out, and it asked if he would come with me for a walk with our kids, to which he agreed to. He barely spoke a word to me or the kids. on this walk. And when we came across a playground, I asked if we should take the kids there for a few minutes of play. He then got upset at me for suggesting it and said I always control everything and I'm the queen of the decisions. I didn't even tell him we were doing that. I just asked. When I mentioned this, he just said, do whatever you want, like always. So I figured why not.

So I played with the kids at the playground and he did his own thing. Someone left a couple various balls there and he was throwing them around. He then picked up the football and threw it in my direction. It flew past me a couple feet for me. I asked him why he did that and he said, why are you upset? It didn't hit you. To which I responded, well, what if it did? He then said, if I wanted it to hit you in the head, I would have thrown it that way. Then he started on a rant about how he's going through the same thing with everyone lying to him, after which he sat down in the corner of the park and was doing literally nothing. I was getting upset, so I packed up the kids and started walking to leave the park. I said to him,

we're going home and started walking away. Apparently he tried to yell out to us but ended up taking a different way home than we did. He told me this when he met him on the street when we were almost home, saying that next time I want to be an idiot and walk away, maybe stop and listen for him calling out. I didn't hear him, but honestly, he could have easily caught up to us. I was getting more and more upset and said I wanted to go for a drive to get a coffee, and he said fine.

I said I wanted to take the kids and he asked why. Then I said, fine. You stay home with them and he said, no, they can go with you and started putting them in the car. I got in the car and he got in the passenger seat, to which I asked him if he was coming with. He said yes and to drive. I told him I didn't want him coming with me because he's being mean. And he said he could be a lot meaner. As I started driving away, he kept going off on the usual BS he's been talking about lately. And I told him I don't want to hear it. He started screaming at me to keep driving and shut the fuck up. I stopped the car and told him to get out and he made a motion like he was going to punch me but punched his hand in front of my face.

At this point I started crying and yelling at him to get out and he yelled back, no, just drive. I then said I should just drive him to the police station for that and he said he would choke me unconscious before we even got there. I was crying even more at this point and said, I don't want to be with him anymore and I want him out. He said no. He continues to be a dick for the rest of the. car ride, where I pleaded with him to not treat me this way, especially in front of our children.

It's not fair to them or to me. He said to not bring them into this. I said, how couldn't I? They were literally in the car. Anyway, after I drove us home, he asked how long I've been waiting to break up with him and who I'm replacing him with. I told him I have been and there's no one else, which of course he doesn't believe. When he got inside, he even taught to me saying, I should take you to the cop station in a girly voice. He's outside smoking and I'm inside with the kids writing this. Of course, I'm shook up currently, but I don't know what to do. We only have the one vehicle, which is in both our names. The place we rent is actually my mom so we don't have a lease, but we both have our dresses attached to this place on our licenses. He wasn't always

like this. Literally, only the past couple months his behavior has been this bad. I miss the person he used to be. I miss that he could spend time with me with the kids, but he spent all his time by himself now. I don't know if he's going through some sort of manic episode or what's triggering this changing behavior, but I really don't know what to do. Is there something differently I can do with him? Every time he talks to me about whatever situation, he doesn't accept any answer, I say, and also won't accept if I say nothing. Edit, I just wanted to update and let you all know we are safe. I'm sorry for not saying anything sooner. I'm a bit overwhelmed with how popular this post got and we'll give an actual update later. Thank you for the advice and

comments as well. I will mention a couple things. We are not in the United States. Where we are, marijuana is legal. So my spouse does get it from government-run dispensaries. I don't think there's a chance his stuff gets laced aside from the fact he makes his cigarettes with it. A lot of people mentioned the crystal. There's just no way. He doesn't go anywhere random. He doesn't talk to people outside of our household, aside from the few times he would go to the police station. I have had his location on his phone so I can see where he goes when he leaves. And I don't know how people aren't bringing this up, but this is just my comment, and I've commented this a lot, but marijuana can easily lead to psychosis and schizophrenia, especially if it runs in the family. And so I don't know why

people immediately went to Crystal because weed can easily make you kind of lose your mind or go into a manic episode or induce psychosis or schizophrenia in people. And I think this is a good PSA for everyone watching if you haven't smoked weed. Please do your research before you do and make sure your family doesn't have a history with any sort of psychosis, schizophrenia, or any other mental health condition because smoking weed can trigger it and that is a lifelong issue. And I don't think people talk about that enough with weed. Weed, you know, weed is good for some people, but it's also very, very harmful and potentially harmful for others. So please do your research on it. I think people think weed is kind of like a do no harm drug,

even though it definitely can't for certain people. And I think this person, I don't want to speculate too much, but I think this person may be exhibiting that because they keep smoking weed and you can enter kind of a paranoid or psychosis-like states if you keep smoking weed. And I think that might be the reason

this guy is kind of losing his mind. I don't know, but definitely keep that in mind everyone watching. If you haven't smoked weed, please do your research because they can be very, very destructive for some people. And also, I think this guy should get help instead of just leaving him. Please try to get him help because he obviously needs it. And anyways, let's get into some of the top comments.

Someone says, I just want to say, I was that terrified kid in that back seat, absolutely traumatizing. My mom always came up with an excuse as to why we couldn't leave the house or leave dad. Made me suffer for many years of my life. and I'm 28 years old trying to deal with the trauma has given me. Please stop making excuses and leave. Get out for the kids. My mom never did, and it truly has ruined my mental health.

Someone else says, wow, this is way more urgent than everyone seems to be acting. Are you able to sneak yourself and your kids out right now while he's smoking? You can start by going to the police station and telling them what's going on. They should hopefully be able to connect you to resources for your situation. If you have someone you can stay with, then that makes it easier, but either way, do not spend another night in that house with him and definitely don't let your kids around him, I'm supervised.

If you can't sneak out, I would call 911, tell them what just happened about his threats, and that you need to get out, but that you're afraid for you and your children's safety. They are not always the most helpful, but something needs to happen. At least, then if he comes back in and tries to do something to you, you'll be in the phone with them and they can send someone then. Might be a good strategy while you're leaving, too. if you're worried he might catch you. It sounds like he's having some sort of psychological break.

The paranoia and being convinced everyone is part of some conspiracy against him is not abnormal there. But he has clearly told you that he is a danger to you, so you need to worry about that first. Get yourself and your kids to safety and figure the rest out after that. Once it's time to deal with him in a situation, depending on where you are, getting him involuntarily detained for psychiatric treatment.

treatment requires proving he's a danger to himself or others. So at least you can show he's threatened to you. But worry about that after you and your kids are safely away from him. And I agree with that. And then someone says what I was just talking about saying, heavy cannabis use can trigger the onset of schizophrenia in people who are already susceptible. Your husband is right about the age where this tends to happen to men. I am not a doctor, but I really think this is a mental health emergency, either due to a drug interaction, drug use itself, or because he is rapidly developing a psychotic disorder. You need to see a mental health professional, not the ER, and describe all his behavior to them, including the frequency of his marijuana use.

In the opier pod, it's saying, that's the thing. He saw a crisis nurse in the hospital and a therapist slash social worker there, and I felt like the only thing they tried to do was get him to take a specific medication. I think it's called, I don't even want to try to pronounce it, or something. But anyway, I don't think he is regularly taking it. And if he is, he definitely should be mixing it with smoking weed. And so, I mean, the opi's husband is still smoking weed. I mean, that's not going to solve the problem, especially if it is cannabis related.

I mean, yeah. And then someone replies to the opi there saying, that's the generic for antipsychotic medication, you for schizophrenia and bipolar episodes. It makes way more sense to be prescribed than a sleeping pill. You're right, though. he needs to be taking something else. Bottles should have the dosing on it. I looked up the instructions and the ones listed are moderate

and mostly physical, although generally people with any side of psychotic disorder, I think are not supposed to use marijuana. And yeah, I would agree with that. Someone else says, just call the police for assistance to leave. If you have somewhere to go, it's that easy. I've done it. You'll put a good front on you, but you need to tell him you were in fear of your life because he threatened to strangle you.

You can't allow and be a scary baby. not in front of your kids he traumatized them enough you can also have him remove for the threats of your life and you can change locks do not let another day passing this and you know that last comment is good but i think this is much different than a kind of more generic um domestic situation because this guy is obviously has some sort of onset psychosis or schizophrenia i mean when he said he thinks everyone is in on him. I mean, like, you can't, you can't reason with someone like that, or at least easily. And so, like, telling him these things and even calling the police on him or, like, leaving him straight up might worsen the condition greatly. And he might come after you.

I mean, I can't really tell the O.P. what to do. But if I was in the O.P.'s position, I would definitely call a specialist. And, yeah, maybe get him call the police so he can get locked up and then maybe not have access to any sort of drug substances anymore. But he definitely needs to stop, smoking cannabis and go see a specialist because I think that is probably the reason for his worsening condition. But I don't think calling the police and immediately leaving him will make it any better. But anyways, let's see what the OP then updates us with. Also, before I get into it, I'm not a professional or anything. That's just kind of my take on it. But anyways, let's get into the OP's update posted on July 20th, 2024. And the OP says, hello, first of all, thank you all for your

comments, messages, etc. on my previous post. Obviously, it got a bit too much to keep up with responding, but I just want to say I really appreciate the help. A too long didn't read at the bottom to give an update. I left the house that night, I made the post, but went back home the following day. I wanted to be able to collect some sort of evidence I could use because my spouse has been really good at downplaying his symptoms to any authority figure. I want to mention that I have been present at most doctor in hospital visits prior. So I'm know what they did recommend for him. I felt at the time that they did not give him enough help for the crisis he was obviously going through. Anyway, continuing on, the couple days after the

Sunday post, he did not really engage in much conversation with me or our children. Every time he entered the room, I set my phone to record. I did not get anything until Thursday when he finally started talking to me again. He was questioning who I have been talking to about him and who I was trying to sabotage his life. Obviously, I denied everything because there's no one talking to me about him, aside from this Reddit post, which he didn't know anything about. They started to anger him, which included him yelling at me and saying if anyone is talking to me about him to bring him to the house so he can take care of them himself.

I tried to not engage anymore. This made him more upset as he was continuing to demand answers for me. He would then say, oh, I want to hit you or don't make me slap you when I was either were not answering or just saying I didn't know what he was talking about, I got this on recording. After he ended up walking away and leaving the room, I took the kids to bed, locked us in our room, and tried to sleep. The following morning, he insisted on driving me to work. I told him I wanted the car, to which he disagreed with me and said he needed it. After dropping off the kids, he started going off on me about how I am stupidly dumb, a bitch, etc. for keeping his inheritance,

Again, something he is clearly having delusions about. From him, I tried to disengage completely, keeping myself to the far side of the passenger seat, which caused him to grab me by the back of my neck and pull me closer to him, where he told me to listen to him. I obviously reacted to this and was super upset telling him to please focus on driving and not touch me again. After he drove me to work, the last thing I said to him, as he was still going off on me with the car window open, was you desperately need help.

Once I got in, I called my boss and let her know what happened. She came in, canceled her appointments for the day, and took me to the police station. We made a report, although the sergeant we initially spoke to seemed to be against us making a report. He kept saying he will be homeless if I report him, like he's the victim in this scenario. I told him my safety and the kid's safety should be more important, and he brought in a different officer to make the statement with me. Once I completed that statement, they let me know to stay away from the house, as they They are going to arrest him and will call once he's out of the house. About five hours later, he was arrested.

Apparently, he was very compliant, and with all the information I provided, they actually took him to the hospital, and he is currently on a 30-day psychiatric hold. He'll be going to court at some point for uttering threats and assault, but seeing how he doesn't have a criminal record, I'm sure it will just end up being a slap on the wrist. So as of now, I am home, safe with the children, and we are getting their locks changed. I will also most likely get a protection order, but in an ideal world, he gets better and that's not necessary. I guess we will see in the future. I want to again thank everyone for the comments and assistance.

A lot of you made some excellent points, and although I know some of my decisions probably seemed like dumb ones, I was trying to figure out the best solution logistically for us. Any other future updates will be on my profile. And then the OP actually gives us two updates after that original post. The first update is summarized as the opi then says the her husband gets treatment, starts acting a lot better, and he's kind of normal again in that all the previous symptoms were nothing like him. So she gave him a chance. And his husband or her husband thought he was like on the Truman show and everyone was out to get him. I mean, very kind of signature schizophrenic or psychosis like symptoms.

And after he stopped smoking and only started smoking cigarettes, regrets again, he's gotten better. So most likely it was the cannabis use. And then things looked good. And the OP literally said, I don't think I'll add another update. Things are going good. And then the OP gives us an update about a year later. And this one is unfortunate. The OP then says, hello all. It's been almost a year since my last update. To keep things short, shit hit the fan this year. He didn't take the medications he was supposed to reverted into another. another major psychosis episode, which ended in him attempting to strangle me after I disputed his delusions. He was removed from the home and there's a protective order against him for myself

and the kids. This happened earlier this year. My kids and I are safe and I haven't heard from him since. Don't be like me. Don't trust that someone will get better or attempt to work on their horrible mental health when they haven't proven to be reliable in other parts in their life. don't try to fix someone who can't be fixed or rather just don't try to fix people. Thanks everyone for their comments, whether they were good or bad. Shout out to the best of Reddit updates community that will eat me alive after reading my update. And I just feel so bad for the O.P. And in the O.P's first update that I read about the O.P.

She does mention that she doesn't want them to be in TikTok videos. and I wouldn't consider this is a TikTok video where it's an AI voice. I'm trying to be as respectful as possible. And I truly think this post is a great kind of lesson and a great reminder to people that you're not alone. If anyone is dealing with any sort of their partner going through something similar and yeah, be very, very careful with people who are going through a mental health break or a manic episode because, I mean, they are very unreliable. They can stop taking their medication.

And I'm not saying these people are like animals. or something. But you just have to be very respectful and careful with how you approach certain things because yeah, mental health is extremely important. And schizophrenia and psychosis are very unpredictable illnesses or bipolar. And so it's best to get professional help if you can. And so you're not alone in the OP. If you're watching this and you want this trimmed out or taken down, please email me. I'm not trying to be disrespectful at all, even though you said you didn't want it to be in a TikTok video. I'm not trying to be disrespectful at all. I'm not trying to be disrespectful at all. I just think this is a great post because it'll make people not feel alone. And I just wish you

the best. And hopefully we can an update soon that things are better again. I just really, really hope you get better. And I wish the best for you and your family. Anyways, on to the next one. I think my boyfriend is trying to push our relationship off onto his friend. And just a quick warning. This one is absolutely horrific and trigger warning for stalking, harassment, and R word. Just a quick warning because this one gets dark. But let's get into it. The OP originally posts on R-slash relationship advice and says, as the title suggests, I believe that my 24 female, boyfriend who is 26 male, is trying to actively move me to date his best friend. I've been dating my boyfriend. We'll call him Michael for about a year now.

We've known each other for years previous because we've always been in the same friends group since high school. His best friend, we'll call him John, has also been someone I've known for a long time because he's also in the group. John had asked me out years ago, but I turned him down because he's always been somewhat of a cocky guy who could never see he was ever wrong. Many people find him charming, but I think Smarme is a better word. He seemed offended, but brush it off and even told people that I'd asked him out and he rejected me, which was fine, because it didn't affect my life at all. After a few months, all was forgotten, and we just pretended the other one didn't exist, and that's how it's been for years, until Michael asked me out randomly, and I decided to give it a shot.

It turned out we had a lot of similar hobbies and really had a good time, so we started dating shortly after that. Now, about six months ago, Michael started to act strange, but in really subtle ways. I would talk about how much I loved animals, and he would interject that John just loved animals, which wouldn't be weird, but he did it with everything I talked about with even the slightest bit of. enthusiasm. If I loved it, John loved it just as much. He told me how compatible me and John were, and how he wished we meshed more. I eventually told Michael, I really didn't care what John liked because he was kind of pretentious, but we never got along. He seemed really offended, but quickly recovered, and by the next day, everything was good again. About a week after that

instance, Michael would talk up John randomly and was seemingly no reason. Hey, I talked to Brittany yesterday and man, John is apparently a god in bed, ha-ha. Maybe I should ask the guy for tips. John is volunteering at that shelter we went to a couple of weeks ago. What a guy. We should have John make us dinner. He's a great cook. It was every day to every other day I had to hear about John's greatness. And it was to the point I initially thought that Michael wanted to date John. Then three weeks ago, after we had some drinks, he asked me, If we ever broke up, would you date someone else in the group? I had no idea what to say because it was so random, but he quickly filled the void by saying,

I think I would if I were you, and John was single. Seriously? So three days ago, I confronted him in the kitchen and told him that if he had anything he wanted to tell me, I would listen to it no matter what and that I would always be there for him. He seemed confused and told me he had no idea what I meant by that. So I brought up all the times he talked about John and how he would date him and told him that if he really wanted to date John, I understood and would support them. After all, they're best friends, so obviously they have a good connection. When I say he blew up, I cannot stress how angry he got. He used a dozen slurs for gay people and said he was disgusted.

I saw him like that and that he would never do something like that. We ended up getting into a huge fight over it because I certainly don't support his language or attitude toward LGBTQ folks, and that it was just a vibe I got from him, and I didn't mean to mislabel him. We haven't really talked, but he's staying at his parents' house right now, and today John called me to tell me he doesn't support Michael's attitude toward me and invited me over to talk about it, even saying that Michael was 100% okay with it. Am I crazy? Am I making up some convoluted story in my head?

or is this bizarre? And now let's get into some of the top comments. Someone says, you should ask him why he is trying to set you up with John. You should also break up with Michael. And the O.P. Reply saying, I just didn't want to come out and say that because it's so presumptuous, I guess. I have no proof. Just that gut feeling that something is wrong.

I'm trying to think through my options because this is our right. first real fight, but once again, it's always about John. Another user says, or Michael is secretly in love with John and hasn't wanted to come out yet. That explains why he blew up when you called him out. And the OPEE replies saying, well, I've been thinking this over, and if that was the case, I really don't think he would have said the things he said when I asked. Another user says, I'd be more concerned with his disgusting homophobia and the opier pline saying I definitely called him out on it

I think it just took a backseat to me trying to figure out the whole situation in general but it is certainly not forgotten another user says so it sounds like maybe they want a three person intimacy or Michael is attracted to John in some way or here's the kicker

maybe Michael cheated on you and he thinks that if you hit it off with John and have intimacy, he wouldn't feel guilty about it. Maybe he's just trying to push a free pass on you without coming out and saying he cheated, or they are swingers? And the Opie replies saying, Oh my God.

All these theories are living in my head rent free right now, and I can't get straight answers from anyone. This is going to keep me up tonight. I can already tell. And then the Opie makes an edit to the post saying, so I called Michael when he got off work and the first thing he asked me was if I went to Venta John.

Naturally, I didn't because we're not close and told him as much. He didn't have much to say to that so I started on my questions that you guys suggested. Why are you pushing me toward John? Do you want to break up, etc.? He got out once again defensive and said he refused to talk about it over the phone

and suggested we meet that John's plow. place to talk it out. I asked why John had to be included at all, since it is really between the two of us, and he basically told me that it's really between the three of us. I refused meeting at John's for obvious reasons, and told him if it had to be the three of us, we could meet at a restaurant. He seemed fine with that, and we rescheduled meeting at a bar slash grill that's pretty close to all of us. I showed up early and got us a table that had some privacy. and not long after John walks through the door. He sat down immediately and started chatting about how we were both so timely

and that he liked when women showed up early because it showed they had good time management skills. 25 minutes after Michael was supposed to show up, he texts me and says he had car problems and couldn't make it but to get to know John since I was already there. I'm just beyond living at this point. John keeps trying to buy me drinks, and even tries to schedule another time to hang out.

I confront him about Michael pushing me toward him, and he acted like he didn't know what I was talking about. I kept mentioning how Michael was talking about him to me, and John just said that it made sense because bros have bros backs. I told him the bros can have each other and left fuming. Michael's tried calling me three times. John's tried seven. I want to cut them both off and say good riddance,

but to do that would be leaving the friend group as well, and I don't really have that many friends to begin with, and it makes me so mad that I even had to make that decision. Anyway, that's the update. Sorry if it doesn't resolve anything. It makes me angry too. And now let's get into the relevant comments. Someone says, I'm going to throw this out there

that you did the right thing by refusing to go to John's house. I'm not saying your boyfriend would set it up so that something bad would happen to you. But it looks like John has an unhealthy obsession with you that he somehow roped Michael into. And the OP replies saying, After Michael didn't show up to the bar, I was really glad I didn't go to John's.

If he wasn't planning on showing up the entire time, I can only assume they figured this whole thing out together. And then the OP posts an update and let's get into it. I went to Michael's house pretty early this morning. since I have work today and really needed this resolved. I had been up all night going back through the comments and trying to piece everything together and honestly it was driving me crazy. Michael was alone when I got there, which was a relief because I pictured John showing up like a movie villain. He initially didn't want to let me in, which was really weird, but I told him I wasn't going to leave

without talking to him about this. So he finally let me come in. We sat down to talk. I asked him about last night, which he said he had car trouble, but it was all fixed now. Convenient. I asked him a few more questions, but was met with vague answers, so I decided to just cut to the chase and said, Why do you want me to like John? Do you want me to date him? Do you want to have a three-person intimacy? What is it?

Once again, instead of answering, he just watched me from a stupid chair and then had the nerve to ask me, who I told my suspicions to. So I said I'd been running them through my head, but that my mom knew I was coming over to talk. She didn't, but he was starting to be really creepy. He got mad and said it wasn't like that, and I was making him out to be the bad guy because they were. Yes, they, looking for something long-term,

not just a one-time thing. And now that all my suspicions were 100% confirmed, I told him you can't make plans including someone else without their consent and that I would never be interested in anything with the two of them and that I was no longer interested in anything with just him either. I started leaving and told him to never contact me again. Same goes for John. And he could share the message when he blocked my way out

and said I had to hear him out and his side of the story. I told him I didn't want to nor care to and that he needed to let me leave because my mom was expecting me in the next half hour. He started getting frantic, saying if he could just get John over there to explain it, it would all make sense. So I ran out of the back door

and used the garden exit to get to my car and locked the doors immediately. He came outside and started pounding on my windows saying I was making, a huge mistake and that I would regret this. I was bawling in my car when I backed it up to the driveway. I'm pretty sure I drove over their mailbox by accident because the back of my car has a huge dent. My car was basically out of gas, so I had to stop even though all I wanted to do was put as much space between us as possible, which is when I saw the dent. Right when I was

about to leave, who else would call my name but his mom. She was on her way home from the grocery store and was worried because I looked like hell warmed over. I told her about everything that just happened and got more than a few stairs from other people, but oh well, I guess I'm just the crazy lady at Maverick. His mom looked horrified for me and told me to stay as far away from him as possible. She told me to come sit with her in her car where she proceeded to ask me, when I met Michael, which was high school. She figured as much and said that in middle school, him and John R-worded a girl together

and have a sealed record because they were minors and, quote, didn't mean to do it. She told me how sorry she was because she said it happened so long ago she thought he changed. She put him in therapy and thought he was better. She said, if she had any idea, there might have been a chance of this happening,

she would have told me immediately. I just gave her a quick buy, and I'm so scared of everything right now. I'm going to my moms since they both know where I live. I sent a mass text out to everyone in the group detailing everything, and so far, three people have said they support me, so that's good, I guess. What do I even do? I'm never talking to them again.

I've already blocked them both on everything I can think of, but I've been getting hidden number calls since. I'm considering going into the police station to file a harassment complaint so that it's at least documented. My mom said she's going to call my uncle who works at the court and see what the next best step is. Thank you guys so much. I don't know if I would have confronted Michael

without you guys confirming how weird this was. I'm terrified but glad that I at least know what's going on now. My mom's here's my support right now, and some of the girls are coming over later tonight just to make sure I'm okay. I'm sorry if this only makes some sense. The adrenaline still hasn't left me, and my hands are unsteady. I appreciate every single one of you who took the time to help me out because I think I got out just in time, honestly. Thank you guys. And God, that is a horrifying update, but let's get into some of the top.

comments. Someone says, do you think that this could have been the plan all along? John tries to get with you. When you say no, he told Mike to get with you and that works. After a while, John tells Mike to start hyping him up, telling you how great he is to see if you're interested. They seem to have a toxic Brothers for Life friendship where they share everything, even girls and don't really care if the girl wants it or not as long as it's what they want. You said in an early post, Michael was the more dominant one in their friendship. I don't believe that's the case. I don't think he does anything without John say so.

When Mike was getting frantic, trying to explain, saying it'll all make sense when John gets here, I imagine he thinks John can fix anything once John says everything is fine. I imagine it's been like this since middle school. Go to the police. Tell them what they did to you, what they did in middle school. If you have any text messages, voicemail, any evidence at all that this was what they were planning, you need to give it to the police. They've done it once. They tried with you.

If you stay silent, they will do it again. And the OPE replies and says, I'm going in about an hour with my mom and my friend Brittany. I have screenshots of the 70 plus phone calls from unknown numbers, and Brittany is kind of my witness to them trying to find me. I don't know, really what to do or say, I just really hope the police listen to what I've got to say because I wouldn't know what to do if they just dismiss it.

And then a commenter replies and says, Hey, how did that go to the police? You're not the only one predators have targeted. You're not alone, and you'll be safe. in the end. This kind of thing happens to anyone. I had a SA where I was the victim make the news because the guy was so creepy, so I hope you are okay. And then the OPEE replies saying, It went really well, I'd say. I told them what happened and even showed them this post since my writing is better than my speaking. It's all kind of a work in progress, but they were

going to talk to Michael and John before filing harassment, I guess. Fingers crossed, that cops showing up their houses scares them away. Another commenter says, you need to file a police report ASAP. Michael and John have a DOM-slash-sub relationship in where they lure women, and it is probably been going on for a very long time. In extreme cases, these become killing teams,

if not handled correctly. And the OP replies saying, I was planning to go in today to do that. I'm just nervous they won't believe me. I don't know if that's something TV is put into my head or having no evidence, but I'm scared they'll think I'm just overreacting. Another user says, this was the first post I ever saved on Reddit to check later

because I was so worried about you. I'm glad you're safe, but good God, you dodged a hail of bullets there. I can't imagine how you must be feeling, but just know there's a stranger out here thinking of you and sending you all the positive vibes. Oh, and as for his mom, I have no words for her that are allowed on here.

If your kid is messed up enough to R-word someone in middle school, there's no fixing them. Not ever. And she knows it. That's just magical thinking slash delusional. And that thinking puts you in an incredible amount of danger, especially as she has allowed him and John

to remain friends? And the OP replies and says, thank you. Seriously, though. She didn't find it worth telling me when they were still friends? Or when I told her how much Michael talking about John annoyed me weeks previous. I have a hard time

feeling anything but resentment toward her, to be honest. And I completely, absolutely agree with the O.P.'s comment here, like it's ridiculous that Michael's mom didn't say anything when literally the OP complained about Michael talking about John all the time and saying how great of a guy John was.

Like, how did they not set off every single red flag in his mom's brain? I mean, like, that is just crazy. And I do agree. The mom should be held liable at some point because she knows her son is a danger, a danger to women and just people in general. and when Michael and John get together, they do obscene things, and for her to not say anything about it is just insane. But then the OP posted another update a few weeks later.

And let's get into it. I'm so sorry it took me so long to update. Life has been crazy, and between everything in the state shutting down again, I've been a mess. I went and talked to the police about getting a restraining order, but the officer I talked to said it fell into domestic violence and had me file a DVOP, domestic violence orders of protection, and we have an unset court date to take it before a judge. Now, I'm nervous as hell about it, but at least something is going to happen.

With Michael anyway, because I didn't have a relationship with John, and he never technically harassed me. There's not much I could do with him. I'm still getting a ton of blocked calls, but I'm in the process of changing my number, so that should resolve itself soon enough. I'm back in my apartment, though. We've added some new safety features, cameras, and new locks, and currently, it's a waiting game.

I have to see Michael in court at some point to tell my story, and John's gone, MIA. When the police went to talk to him, he wasn't home and hasn't been as far as anyone I talked to. who knows. I get weird letters left at my door, but they've all been delivered by the post office, so not much I can do about that. It's mostly rambling about love, which gives me the creeps. I've stopped opening them at this point and keep them in the drawer for when I go to court. I have an interview for a new job, so wish me luck. My boss has let Michael in twice since I've been back, and I don't feel safe there anymore. My friends are split 80-20 now.

Minority, thankfully, is with Michael and John, but now I know who I can't trust. Anyone who listened to what I had to say and still think I'm being irrational because I led John on is an asshole, no way about it. So good riddance. Unfortunately, my mom wasn't left alone, and someone broke her front window,

so the police also had to show up for that one. It's been quiet for two days now, and I'm not sure whether to be relieved or nervous. Does looking over your shoulder ever go away? I hope so. This feels more like a diary now than a post. I'm okay, though, and my life is getting there, so once again, thanks to everyone who helped me or messaged me. And now let's get into some of the top comments. Someone says, love these are clear signs of some kind of

a psychotic dynamic. Use the knowledge you have. They s-a-a-a-girl in high school together. Now they're getting violence, such as banging on your car window, trying to stop you from leaving, etc. No matter what, keep going back to the police station and trying to get that restraining order. Every time they call you, police station.

Every time they show up at your place, police station. If you ever get something from them in the mail. Don't open it. Take it straight to the police station and have them open it there. Seriously, every time you get any kind of contact from them, take it to the police. Build a very clear and distinctive paper trail that they are harassing you. And the O.P replies saying, I've been writing down every time I get a call from an unknown number and I have screenshots of all of them.

There's like 70. I'm thinking of just changing my number, even though it would be a pain. I just wish they'd go away. Michael told Brittany that I stole money from him, so he just needed to know where it was to ask about it. She didn't tell him, but do you think if I brought her to verify how they're trying to find me, it would make my case stronger? And then a few weeks later, one commenter says,

Just saw your final updates after all of this. Any further updates with friends, etc.? Heard more from Michael? And the OPEe replies saying, Michael's tried to see me a few times, but every time he attempts to is just another thing I can write down for my court case.

He technically isn't allowed near me or my place of work while we wait, but he's tried because he can't take no for an answer. Most of my friends are still with me, though, and I didn't realize how much I hoped they would be until they all calmed down, and I still had them around to help me through everything. And then the O.P posted another update a few weeks later after someone said,

Hey, O.P, what happened? And the OPE responds saying, I got a new job and a new place to live after someone tried to break in when I was out of town. I finally got my day in court, and Michael can't be within 800 feet of me without me being able to call the police. He also can't go anywhere I typically go, which includes my new apartment building or job. The letters really helped with all of that because everything else was just my word against his situation. I asked his mom to come as a witness, but she refused to talk against her son, so whatever. But yeah, basically, I'm breathing new fresh air around here. I've seen John twice in passing, and it still gives me the creeps.

He's not barred from being around me, so he makes it a point to show up public places, when he can, and just hang around like the weasel he is. But the police gave him a very stern and impromptu talk when he showed up to support Michael at court. I think I'm in the clear, but they just want me to know they're still around, which sadly there isn't much I can do to stop John anyway. And that is, the last update the OP has ever posted,

but this is just truly one of the most horrifying threats I have ever read. And just the reason being, the OPE escaped by just a hair. I mean, literally, she was in Michael's house, and Michael tried to block the door, tried to block the door so she wouldn't get out.

And she had to run out the back gate, go around the side and into her car, and he was banging on her car door. And she, or even Michael said, hey, let's wait for John to come. Who knows what would have happened if John came. I mean, the worst could have happened easily.

I mean, these two have the past of doing or committing our word. And I mean, the O.P. just barely escaped. And also now it's horrible that they didn't really get any sort of legal repercussions. And so now Michael and John are still out there, following around the O.P., which is just horrible. Like the O.P said in the last update, John is just hanging around me. trying to make the O.P. Feel uncomfortable, and so the O.P.

can never feel relaxed in public, which is just so horrible. Like, the O.P. can now not relax when they're in public or even in their own apartment, because, like the O.P. also said, her apartment was broke into her apartment. But could have been John or Michael, for sure, which is terrifying. And, I mean, truly, like, this is just so scary because the O.P. just barely, barely escaped. And the worst could have happened, but luckily it didn't.

But it's also just so horrible that they didn't face any legal repercussions because now there's no knowing if they're going to go do this to another poor girl, which it seems like they've done that in the past and they've repeated it with the O.P. And so the O.P got out unscathed, but, you know, unfortunately, we don't know if these two are going to do it again. and it's been five years since this update. So we don't know if anything happened after or what happened to Michael or what happened to John,

but man, the O.P really is lucky, but I'm really glad that the O.P. is all right in the end, even though it was a horrific experience. But I just hope that the O.P. is doing better now, and man, that was disturbing. O.P. is certain her upstairs neighbor is stalking her through unknown means.

originally posted on R-slash RBI and originally posted on July 8th, 2021, and her original title reads as follows. Video proof. Upstairs neighbor stalks me. Yes, I know what you're thinking. I've had a psychological evaluation, can supply proof to mods,

10-minute compilation video, 90-plus pages of time-stamped incidents, and my carbon monoxide detector works fine. Before watching the video, please, be in a silent room. Use headphones. Turn volume to maximum. Person in the unit above. Background.

Me. Single, black, female from the U.S. Her. Single, white female from Ireland. I can't even begin to describe how unbelievable and frightening this situation is. It started shortly after I moved into my apartment on September 1, 2020. My therapist picked up on the fact I seemed uneasy and asked if I felt safe. At the time, I had not tuned into my surroundings much, but realized she was right and I hadn't been relaxing.

I'd soon learn why. Inexplicably, my neighbor above would follow me from room to room and hover over me. For example, if I'm in my bedroom, she will already be in the room above it. If I get up to go to my kitchen, she will tail behind seconds after. If I go back to my room, she will do the same, sometimes stomping. She's literally my shadow. For the first few months, she did this nearly every single time I got up to do something, even during more intimate moments, like taking a shower or using the bathroom.

Dumbfounded, I asked friends if they'd ever been able to hear their downstairs neighbors. I've never heard them in past places and can't hear those below me now. I took detailed notes for a week before, realizing things weren't a coincidence. The first person I told was my therapist. She encouraged me to seek out an evaluation, and I did. Not having any history of such illnesses. I never doubted my observations, but still wanted to rule out the onset of something like schizophrenia. I'm fine in that regard.

It sounds crazy, but for the longest time I've suspected there might be hidden cameras in my apartment, There have been too many things I've done that she's reacted to. That wouldn't be possible without seeing me. And honestly, hidden camera crimes will become more frequent once people realize how easy they are to get on sites like Amazon. There are already an issue in places like South Korea. Why I think there's more to this. She never, ever leaves her apartment and until May never appear to have any visitors. Those visitors were some of the tenants on my floor.

They moved out last weekish. When I complained to the landlord in October, kept it vague to not seem insane, he told me maintenance was never able to get into her unit. He also said two people lived there and that one was unemployed. Said he would talk to her in person, which I didn't get as we were still in lockdown.

Landlord then went MIA and hired property management. Her roommate secretly moved out last year. All the tenants on her floor moved out by June. All units in the building are on September leases with the exception of one. One of the tenants on her floor had a roommate who appeared to move out during the middle of the year. Someone left a bottle of bleach square on my doormat. And then there's an image. This has racist connotations and bleach slash acid attacks are not uncommon in Europe. I suspect she might have done it.

I cannot hear the tenants below me and I could barely hear the tenants below me and I could barely hear those next to me before they moved out. The only sounds I really hear from my upstairs neighbors are her stomping, smoke alarm, and when she first turns on her shower. This isn't an installation problem. Never got a signed copy of the lease. This has caused me a significant amount of fear and exaggerated my medical issues. I've lost months of work and have spent nearly a quarter of my lease living with friends. I live very much in fear this person could harm me as they are fixated on me 24-7 and never, ever leave their apartment. This is an extreme...

Don't you wish you could just hit skip on the worst parts of your life? You know, the same way you can skip an ad? I get it. I'm Siaiaia and I live in Ice Cove. I've made some questionable decisions that didn't end up the way I planned. And today, I'm still figuring it out. Somehow things usually get worse before they get better. Apparently, that's how I roll.

So bundle up and come along for the... bumpy ride. Stream a new episode of North of North Tuesdays on CBC Gem. A really strange situation, and given how folks in my periphery have behaved, I believe someone knows something. I can't keep quiet about this any longer in fear she might do this to someone else. I'm hoping that by sharing this story, the community might be able to help me with the following.

Identify places where cameras can hide slash detecting different types of cameras, Wi-Fi enabled, SD card-based, etc. Any help with this would be much appreciated. Thank you for your time. And now I'm going to play the video, and I'm just going to play bits and pieces of it because it's like 10 minutes long, so here it is. What are your thoughts on this?

You can faintly hear the footsteps in the background, but here, take a listen. And then the OPEA replies to some questions in the comments. The first question being, Does she still follow you from room to room if the lights are completely off and it's dark in your apartment? I find it odd that she follows from room to room if she's watching you with cameras. Maybe she has a tablet with a live feed that she walks around with. Try seeing if she follows you when she shouldn't be able to see you.

And then the OPEE replies saying, yes, she still follows me even when it's dark in my apartment. I only ever really have one light on because of this. I even shower in the dark. I've wondered why she follows me if she can remain stationary. But I suspect it's because she might be trying to prank me with this. Also, I assume there's a desk right above my bed. I hear her as she gets out of a rolling chair, and I'm in my room much of the time. So that could potentially be a viewing location.

That tip about the car is clever. Unfortunately, I don't have one. But thank you for your helpful comment. And apparently the OP took the upstairs neighbor to court, and someone in the thread said, What did you take her to court for? And what was the outcome? It sounds like there's some history between the two of you. Is she bitter or trying to get revenge?

The OP then replies saying, I took her to court to try to get her to stop stalking me. I didn't have video evidence at the time, just my logs. The judge denied the order for two reasons. Number one, he said I could not prove a motive. Number two, she tried to claim her roommate might be the one harassing me, as she, the stalker, works at a physical location. The truth was that her roommate secretly moved out months prior, and my stalker is always home. And then someone else comments asking,

Can you explain your interactions with the neighbor at all? And the OP replies to this comment saying, I only had one interaction face-to-face, and that was when I confronted her before taking her to court to see her face. If it's something I've done to her, I would be none the wiser. I've had two people witness some of it, but she toned it down quite a bit when they were here. Even if I whip out my phone to record, she'll stop following me. The police in my area are aware, but just not about the possibility of hidden cameras.

I didn't want them to think I was insane and have me committed against my will. I'd be happy if they could come take a look, but not sure if that's within their domain. And then she continues talking about some other stuff, and then back to some more relevant. She says, back in November, I went up to her floor asking why she'd been stopping deliberately all the time. I was going through a lot and just wanted this to stop, so I was bluntly asked. I only confronted her so that I could match her face with the one I saw on her social media profiles to make sure I had the right person. At first she denied it, but when I told her she'd be getting a letter in the mail, she immediately went quiet. When I went downstairs my unit,

she stomped above me once very loudly and didn't bug me for the right. rest of the day. The next day or so, she left her apartment and didn't seem to return until a few days after the hearing. And then the OP starts giving updates as to what she does after this original post. The first update reads as follows. Thank you so much to everyone who responded. Feeling supported and validated has been overwhelming in a good way these last few hours. It's been a long road dealing with this and I'm not sure what happens from here. At the very least, it might expose a new way people are able to stock others. On the surface, her actions seem comical, but her methods are worrisome. I also appreciate the skepticism from some posters, because even through all of this, I have to

maintain some as well, if only to preserve my sanity. I wasn't able to test for cameras last night as she stayed up as late as I did, so I ended up falling asleep. I will try again tonight, though. My friend has also just arrived this morning, and I'll keep this thread updated. Second update. Thank you all once again for commenting. I'll try to get through as many comments as possible to help provide more info. My friend has been working at my place since this morning. I have largely stayed in my bedroom while she has been in another room at her computer.

We've noticed the following. When my friend was setting up her computer in the morning, my neighbor came above us briefly before walking away. When I left my apartment for a little over an hour, my friend said she came above her. stomped for a bit, then stayed mostly silent. She did not follow my friend around, but my friend said she was mostly at her desk and didn't really walk around. When I returned to my apartment, I took a shower.

My friend and I heard my neighbor above, near my bathroom, as she stomped periodically throughout my shower. She is above me in my bedroom as I type this. Largely uneventful stuff, but we're keeping an eye on things. I've seen a few comments asking why I'm waiting. until nighttime. Given some of the advice about detecting IR light, I figure waiting until it's dark as possible would be ideal. It's also quieter, so I can listen for any sounds. I'll update later once my friend and I do a search. Thank you all once again for your help. In the third update, reads as follows. My friend and I spent the last two hours removing light fixtures, checking outlets, small crevices, little holes in the walls, etc. We did not find anything conclusive, but we will

search again after dinner. We'll be in the apartment. Fourth update, we searched again and did not find anything. Thank you all for your helpful comments regarding finding hidden cameras. I'll do one last check tomorrow, but still not sure what to make of the situation. Fifth update. A kind Redditor helped me get my cameras back online and check to make sure no unknown devices were connected to my Wi-Fi. To give more information on these searches we did this weekend, we, one, removed light fixtures and checked for anything out of place, inspected the many holes in the walls, crevices, etc. Checked the vents, outlets, fire alarm, etc. turned off all lights and used our phones to check for any infrared lights. We did not find anything, which I'll admit gave me

some piece of mind. I know that it's an unbelievable scenario, so maintaining some skepticism is definitely key. I have a few next steps in mind I'll be pursuing. Once again, thank you all so much for your help, comments, and skepticism. If anything of note happens, I'll create a new thread to update RBI. Have a great week. And then some relevant comments that the OP was replying to. One commenter said, looking at this logically, if there are cameras in your apartment, it means that either someone has come into your apartment and hardwired cameras into every room of your house, or that someone is regularly coming into your apartment to swap out batteries. Do either of those options sound likely to you? And the OP then replies, saying, your reasoning is very sound,

and I too have thought about how unlikely such a scenario might be. If there are cameras, I doubt they'd be battery powered as the harassment is so persistent. If they're hardwired, How could that happen? I don't see anything obvious, so this too becomes difficult to prove. Believe it or not, her following me around occurred nearly every time I got up to do something the first few months. I'd leave for a few hours daily, always around the same time, and come home around five or six. I assumed she did whatever in those time periods, but when I was home, she'd be fixated on me.

The part about her staying up is also true. I know it sounds crazy. I've tested this countenance. times, changing my sleeping schedule. Yesterday, I was up later than usual, replying to comments and looking for an opportunity to search, but she would stop every so often, which is how I knew she was still awake. I'm not sure what this person does in I being someone who is very introverted, even this perplexes me. I have no idea why someone might dedicate so much time to harass a perfect stranger. As your last question, there have been too many incidents.

to think this is all in my head. I understand your concerns because it's easy to make a mountain out of molehill. In some sick way, I hope they exist. Just to prove that this isn't all in my head. Thank you for your comments, and I'll make sure to keep some skepticism in mind. And then another comment reads, I don't know what to think, except you should trust your gut when something is off. And then someone else replies saying,

Nope. Believing you're being stocked is one of the most common delusions there is. It's so common. It contributes to the mishandling of cases by police when someone is actually being stocked. Stocking, especially by people you don't know, and strangers is even less common event. Entertaining this stuff is why actual targets end up being killed. O.P. has offered nothing to support their claim, but has posted many comments that show mental instability, like at the top of this post, implying that things got weird after posting and that there's a new way to stalk them.

This person isn't a crisis. And then the OPI replies to this comment saying, The weirdness I mentioned was a series of strange texts I got from an unknown number shortly after I made the post. I was also up until 3 a.m. and woke up around 6 a.m. to see that my thread was gone. I spoke to a mod who thankfully added it back. Turned out to be an auto mod. I was pretty nervous after posting the original thread since I'm doing this so publicly for the first time. So I was worried there was a connection.

and the OP has never been heard from again. So what do you think happened or what do you think was happening? Do you think the OP was mentally unstable? Do you think the upstairs neighbor was mentally unstable or just playing a weird prank? Or just like what do you think was happening? Because I have no clue what was going on with OP and what she was going through. In the video, you can hear it. You know, it's very weird.

You can definitely hear the footsteps. But why would the upstairs neighbor just follow directly above her downstairs neighbor of the OP. So, so weird, and please leave your thoughts down below, and let me know what you think, because I'm kind of stumped. I have no idea what the upstairs neighbor was doing. Very, very creepy. I, 21 male, found a folder on my girlfriends, who's 24 female laptop containing hundreds of candid photos of me. We've only been dating for five weeks. Originally posted to R-slash-relationship underscore advice, and the original post was posted on December 3rd, 2018. And the O.P. wrote,

Going to keep this short. Last night, I stayed over my girlfriend's apartment, which is about 15 minutes away from my college campus. She had to work this morning, and I didn't have any classes today, so I just stayed at her place while she went to work. A few hours after she left, I got bored, and decided to try to pull up Netflix on her laptop so I could stream it onto the TV. Whenever I unlocked the laptop, I saw that her photo gallery was pulled up, and in one of the albums, I saw a picture of myself. This album contained

literally hundreds of photos of me all over campus that I had no clue existed. A few of the photos were even of me while I was asleep, at her place a few weeks ago. What does this mean, and how do I go about bringing this up. She is still at work and gets home in about an hour. Edit, forgot to add that she doesn't even go to my school, so there's no reason for her to be there. In some of the top comments on this post read as follows, someone says, this sounds really creepy. Are the photos timestamped slash dated at all? Is it possible she was stalking you before you got together? And the OPEO responded saying, yeah, about 10 were before we saw. started dating, but we had already met by that point. Still very creepy. And then someone comments

underneath O.P.'s response there and says, wait, so you're saying it's 10 photo after you meet, but before was dating, are you sure she didn't have a crush on you after you meet and then took them randomly when seeing you? Was there a photo before you meet? Someone else says, if true, this could turn into a potentially dangerous situation. Stockers do not deal with rejection easily. Make copies of evidence as quickly as you can. Stalkers don't just do it as a phase, and she might need some serious psychological help. The OP responds saying, that's what I'm thinking too. I plan on breaking up. But should I even bring up the fact that I saw the photos? The crazy part is she doesn't seem like anything is off about her personality-wise.

And then someone comments, hey babe, I was thinking of making a several hundred photo collage of myself for my mom for Christmas. Now where I can find several hundred candid photos of me? And then someone says, get out. O.P. should run so hard and fast. He leaves a person-shaped hole in the goddamn wall. This is the beginning of a horror movie. And then someone else says,

Q the Kool-Aid man. Oh, yeah. And then the OPE leaves an update. I've been receiving a bunch of DMs asking if I was dead yet, L.O.L. I'm not dead yet. I'm fine. So I did what one of the comments suggested I'd do.

I took a photo and a few videos of the photo album in case I needed some time down the road. And I made sure that I left her apartment about 20 minutes before she got home from work. I drove over to the nearby park, texted her, and told her I was working out, and asked her if she could meet me there when she got home. Anyways, she showed up and I didn't waste any time. I told her that I found the album on her laptop, and she said, she just stared at me with an emotionless look for about 30 seconds. After telling her to say something, all she said was, well, this is awkward. I don't really know what to tell you. I asked her why she had

all of these weird photos of me, and she just said, I don't know. I never received a real answer. After trying to get something out of her for like 15 minutes, I told her that I didn't want to do this anymore, and that I thought it would be best if we separated. Again, she just stared at me and did not say anything. So I left and went back to my place. Since then, she has blocked me on all forms of social media, and I'm pretty sure she blocked my phone number two, so I haven't heard anything from her since leaving the park last night. And then some people say, if she blocked you, it doesn't seem like she wants to contact you again. Not sure a restraining order would work in the park. that situation. The OP then says, yeah, I know. At this point, I'm good, but I'm saying if in the

near future, if I notice weird stuff continues to happen. And then someone replies to OP saying, I don't know, man, her blocking you could be embarrassment. Or it could be a way of controlling your ability to block her. I think you should still keep an eye on her. Someone else comments saying, her lack of any emotion through this entire interaction is the disturbing piece of this, not even embarrassment or anger. Geez. Someone else says, that's straight up sociopathie, right there. That icy look was probably the glare of imminent revenge. I'm telling you, dude, see about getting a protective order. Then someone else says in that comment chain, especially because she blocked him, meaning she can unblock him at will. She purposely took that power out of his hands.

And then someone else says, prove that you're O.P. And you're not. not O.P.'s girlfriend typing this with his severed hand or something. They'll know it's me if I type it with my own hands. I need to type it with his hands to make sure his essence is in the post. And then that's the end of the thread. So hopefully O.P.'s okay, but a very weird situation. And I wonder what the Opie's girlfriend was doing with those photos and why she had them in what sort a situation they were in. Was she stalking him beforehand or was she just kind of weirdly obsessed with him? And why was she so kind of nonchalant about being caught? Like her not reacting at all is very, very weird, like the comment said. I really wonder what was going on, but hopefully

O.P's okay and she's not continuing to take photos of him because that's a really real possibility. But I don't know. And we have knock on the update. So I guess we'll have to see on to the next one. My best friend has crossed the point of no return. I VH. I am watching his life fall apart before my eyes and feel completely helpless to do anything about it. Posted April 15th, 2021. I'm no stranger to drugs. I've tried almost anything anyone has ever put in front of me,

and despite that, I've never struggled with substance abuse at any point in my entire life. Never let any substance become a daily thing, besides weed at certain points in my life. But I've always been able to cold turkey if necessary, and I'm talking stims, opiates, and everything in between. Never had cravings I couldn't just toss aside. Honestly, I feel like I'm too busy with my job, hobbies and personal relationships to ever have the time to be a drug addict. I just don't have enough time to get high and I'm not in love with it enough to make time. Substances are just something I do for fun sometimes. Throughout my life, most of my friends have been similar to me in this way.

I've done more substances than most of them, but only two of the friends who have tried as many different substances as I have. One of them was a polydrug user who finally got clean in 2017 after some ODs and is still clean to this day, genuinely living his best life. The other is my best friend, who for the sake of anonymity, we will call Rodney. We were roommates for a few years until I moved in with my girlfriend

in April of last year. We've been through a ton together and have been friends for 10 years as of this summer and extremely close for the past five. When we lost our townhouse due to my ex causing a ton of shit and eventually withholding rent,

my mom took the both of us in until we were able to get back on her feet. That's where the whole situation I'm asking for advice on today really begins. Before we lost our townhouse in May 2019, Rodney was in a pretty experimental phase of his substance use. He was doing a lot of hallucinogens and other pills, and because it was in front of me, so much I would indulge too, although not as frequently as him. I was personally doing

a lot of Coke at the time, which he wasn't really engaging with me, saying the hangovers do too much for him at the time, and he found the days after too depressing. The Zanz got pretty out of hand for him. He pretty much tratted in his average of smoking a half ounce of shatter every pay period to maybe one or two grams and just got fucked on benzos all day instead. Told me they helped him feel human as he suffered from pretty severe anxiety and I did too so I was sensitive to that. Once our supplier stock started getting inconsistent, he eventually drew back out of necessity because he could not handle the withdrawals. Shortly after this is where we moved in with my mom. My mom and her husband are extremely anti-substance.

They rarely drink, and have both never so much as been in the same room as they joint willingly. It shouldn't surprise anyone that are being welcome pivoted pretty directly on the understanding that we wouldn't be bringing any substances into the house. Rodney, who hasn't spent a day sober since we were 13 years old, actually acclimated shockingly quickly. He respected my parents' rules and kept any shatter he had in his toolbox at work. It's legal here in Canada, but rarely smoked it simply due to the inconvenience of it. Suddenly, substance use was something that he only really engaged in in social settings, even with weed.

Things were good for us. Come December of that year, though. That all changed. Rodney went to Christmas dinner at his family home and was surprised that his dad wasn't there. His parents had recently split up and moved into several departments, but were still close friends living in the same building inside each other frequently, so it didn't make sense for him to not be there. Rodney's twin brother arrived late to dinner and was a bit upset, informing everybody that their dad had called him that day with some news. Turns out their dad is gay.

But being an older dude stayed in the closet due to fear of discrimination for his whole life. He had made the decision to move back to Ontario because he had been in a secret relationship with his boyfriend for an undeclared period of time and couldn't really handle facing the family he raised. The dude literally told one of his three kids, Hey, I'm gay, I have a boyfriend, and I'm running away with him. If you could let your mom and siblings know for me, that'd be great.

And walked out of their lives completely. On fucking Christmas. Nobody in that room handled it particularly well. Understandably so. But Rodney took it really hard. Overnight, the guy shut me out emotionally. He wouldn't go into details about what was on his mind, like he usually did, and I didn't want to push him. I figured he just needed time to process what he was

facing. To this day, my idea of how he felt at the time is entirely based off of assumption and observation. He became severely depressed. He found a new dealer, my other clean buddy's old connect, who I regrettably introduced him to several years prior, and started buying them by the hundreds. For months, this dude just popped bar after bar until they barely did shit to him anymore. He ended up getting very close to an older man who runs a popular sandwich shop and deli in our town as one of our mutual friends would go there to smoke weird with him in the back room sometimes. They liked his stories. He led a very interesting life.

There is a Sundance Festival award-winning documentary about this particular deli owner. I'm not even shitting you. Well, after a bit, Rodney had been going there long enough for this deli owner to open up to him about the fact that he frequently smoked crystal meth. Rodney, being no stranger to try new substances, and in a particularly vulnerable state, asked if he could try it. Deli Guy wouldn't let him for a long while,

but eventually cracked after a few weeks of pestering. He smoked crystal every other day for two weeks after that, didn't sleep for most of it, and still went to work every single day through it all. He got reckless about substances in my parents' place. he'd be so fucked up, he'd pass out in random spots in the house, and would be so wired other times, he'd start cleaning the kitchen at 2 a.m. and wake everyone up. My parents aren't idiots. They knew something goes up. And it all came to a head when he started getting so fucked up

on the bars that he'd start sparking joints right there in his bedroom without being lucid enough to remember he wasn't allowed. My parents were aware of the situation with his dad, and were trying to be sensitive to it. But they gave him the ultimatum that if this shit didn't stop immediately, he wasn't going to be allowed to live there anymore. They didn't know what he was on. They just wanted it to stop and gave him another chance. I ended up coming clean to all of our other friends that Rodney was going off the rails during a mushroom trip I was on when he wasn't there. My entire life had become mitigating the tension between him and my parents and the stress of it all was too much for me. He wasn't himself. He wasn't open. He wasn't open. He wasn't open. He wasn't. He wasn't

opening up to me anymore, and I was losing my best friend. I need to help getting through to him. He refused to talk about the substance use with anyone, and kept telling people, we were all freaking out over nothing, and turning him into some kind of spectacle that we would judge for entertainment. It was never like that, but that didn't stop him from permanently cutting several of our close friends out of his life because they weren't supporting him. He just convinced himself that nobody actually cared, and they just wanted something to gossip about. He got kicked out of my parents last April and moved into a shitty motel in our town on a weekly rate for a bit. He was super fucked up on bars one day and came clean to me that he started having

relations with the deli guy during their meth sessions. I don't know if he even remembers telling me. Said he's not gay, but he likes to get off for some shit. It seemed to me like he was really questioning his identity after everything with his dad. and it was going off the rails trying to get his head in order, and it was doing a dangerously poor job at it. I started to withdraw from him after he got kicked out of my mom's. He wouldn't listen to me anymore, and it hurts me too much to force it. By this point, the pandemic was in full swing.

I'd seen him outside my house from time to time, and he told me he was cleaning up, not doing the bars anymore. He had a fair number of other drug stories. However, mostly Coke binges despite the fact that he used to hate blow, but was suddenly all for it. He would talk about hanging out with other people who'd I'd never met and doing substances with them. He'd always keep it vague, though.

And even when I'd call him out on it, he'd never go into detail about what he was doing with them. Aside from the mysteriousness, he seemed like he was pretty much back to his old self for a while. When we hung out, it finally felt normal. Sure, he had his substance stories, but they were much more in tune with the occasional fun-type stories they used to be for us,

than the constant it became for him at one point. I thought he was getting better. I was wrong. One plug started selling hydros. I don't fuck with opiates anymore. My girlfriend's dad is an addict who abandoned them when she was leaven, and I won't touch them out of respect for her. But Rodney picked a few up and took them to a test site.

They were clean. No offense at all. He flaunted that receipt like he just found the damn Ark of the Covenant or some shit. Suddenly he was doing high. hydros almost daily. He justified it in his head that, because they were clean, they were safe. Kept trying to do them with me, but I refused. At first, he was fine not bringing them around me. But as time went on and the pandemic restrictions relaxed to allow him in-home gatherings again, he started disappearing to the bathroom for a while, when he'd come out over and come out

nodding like a motherfucker. I didn't say much. Felt like the words would be wasted on him. I thought that maybe. If I was just there for him emotionally, while he worked through everything, it would all be okay. Then the safe supply came. During the pandemic, our government began prescribing opiates for recreational use to addicts because our street opiate supply was so overridden with Fent. He also has to take methadone with it to get the hydros, but he still gets six, four milligram hydros a day from the pharmacy. That was a problem, because he wasn't doing anywhere near that many hydros before, due to the cost, but with the safe supply, all he had to pay was a dispensing fee, around the cost of a single pill from the plug. His tolerance shot through the roof. Within less than a month of him

getting the safe supply, him and I had planned a Coke night with another buddy of ours. This was last weekend. We picked up the Coke, and he asked me to give him a ride to this random address in town. I pulled up outside, and it was junkies as far as the eye could see. A couple of cops posted up, and what looked like to be some kind of social service building. He ran inside for a minute and came back out with a paper bag. I asked him what it was, and he confessed to me that his tolerance had gotten too high to do the hydros nasally, so he's been going to the safe injection site to get supplies he can IV with. He also confessed to me that he had bought some age from one of the junkies outside, just for the come down, in case he ran out of hydros by the time the blow was gone.

He told me that he is just having his fun, and that I have nothing to worry about, that he's not some lazy junkie, he still has his shit together, etc. Then he admitted he's been banging it for a few weeks now. And last time he was at my place, the reason he was nodding out so harsh is because he was still nailing down the right IV dose. I pretended in the moment that I believed him, that it was no big deal. We went through that Coke night with him sticking a needle in his arm every time he wanted to dose.

Coke, Hydros, and H direct into his veins. I hated every second of it. But I didn't want him to feel judged, so I kept my mouth shut, told myself that if things got bad, I'd freak out then. And yet, every single day since that Coke night, I can barely sleep. I keep thinking about this dark-ass road he's decided to walk down and genuinely think he's lost his fucking mind. This dude is like my brother, and I feel like he has a disease and I'm watching him die.

He's so convincing when he talks, like it's all no big deal. But it is a big deal, right? Is there any such thing as a functional, recreational IVH user? Am I insane for even considering the fact that that could exist? I don't want to lose my brother, but I don't know what I can do to help him. I feel like if I push back on him about this, he will cut me out. I don't want him to feel alone. I want him to feel supported.

But it's so beyond time for him to get clean. He's suffering. He's hurting himself day by day and I don't know how to help him. Do I give him an ultimatum? Do I tell him that he's got to choose between me or the drugs? Do I tell his mom? I swear to God if I do nothing and something does happen to him, I will never forgive myself.

I just don't know what to do. I know that he's dealing with severe mental health struggles, but I feel like he's just running away. He won't talk to me or open up to me about any of it anymore. ever since his dad, he hasn't been the same. I just want my brother back. Any advice that you guys can give me, I would really appreciate. I just feel so lost.

Update. April 19th, 2021. Before I get into the update, I just want to quickly think everyone who reached out. Your advice was reaffirming, and although I wasn't necessarily comforted by a lot of it, I certainly felt a clearer head. Things got a lot worse after writing my mind. my last post. Rodney's 24th birthday is at the end of this month, and when we still live together, a massive hobby we all shared was record collecting. He got into it because I had a turntable

and stereo in our townhouse, and he wanted to be able to have records of his own to listen to on it. He was unable slash uninterested in getting his own after I moved in with my girlfriend, mostly because he was too preoccupied with his substance use. He'd still buy records with me, but he would only listen to them on my turntable at my house. I sold him my old stereo when I did some upgrading last summer and the only thing he needed was a turntable of his own to start listening to his records again. I had the idea that if I got him his own turntable,

maybe he would be able to start reconnecting with hobbies again and be able to get his mind right before the H use got out of hand. I got him a beautiful vintage deck and had it refurbished with a fresh cartridge installed. I decided to give it to him early, wrapped it and everything, and got him a few crates to store his records in since he could take them home now. I invited him over and didn't say anything about the gift. I wanted it to be a surprise.

But unfortunately, he never showed up. I spam called slash texted him, but got nothing. He eventually called me hours after he was supposed to come by, sounding absolutely high off his dome, said he fell asleep and just woke up. I told him he had to come through the following day to make it up to me. He agreed. The next day, he got sent home from work as his boss said he was visibly inebriated and was a safety concern for the shop. He lost it on his boss and threw everything away by quitting on the spot.

This was a new boss at his shop. His old boss, who he worked under for over half a decade, completed his entire apprenticeship with, got his certification with, recently moved up in the company, and isn't really there to advocate for him now. They tried to talk him out of it, but he walked out. Eventually, several hours late, he did make it to my house. He looked haggard, and his voice sounded all creaky and barely coherent. Before he would even talk to me, he said he needed to use the bathroom. Stayed in there for a half hour.

And he came out barely able to stand straight and called his regional manager while completely blasted to yell about how offended he was by what his direct supervisor had done. I tried to get him off the phone, but he essentially just did everything he could to burn that bridge right to the fucking ground. They won't take his calls now. He opened his turntable.

He cried when he saw it. thanked me up and down and told me how much it meant to him. Then nodded off halfway through expressing his gratitude. When he essentially came to, he didn't even remember the turntable interaction. Just kept yelling. yelling incoherently about how his boss only sent him home because he felt threatened, and he jealous that Rodney has the highest numbers in the shop.

He cycled through that for a few hours. It was excruciating. I mean, I guess I'm the idiot for thinking that buying him the one thing he needed to reconnect with his hobby would fix everything. It hurt my feelings a little bit, though. Admittedly, that he seemed to lose interest so fast. He was so far removed from logical thought, He didn't even seem like the same person.

I felt it in that moment the way I assume people do when dealing with belligerent alcoholic family members. From that moment, I knew that I was going to have to confront him and tell him that if he wasn't willing to get clean, I was going to have to take a step back until he was. I dropped him off at home that night and helped him bring his stuff up. I needed time to think before going ahead with this. Said goodbyes and just cried into my girlfriend's arms for hours. I was just so angry. He knew better. I was furious that he had taken shit this far,

and now I was going to lose one of the most important people in the world to me because of drugs. I felt so numb by the time I settled down. It was an awful night. I ended up telling our clean friend I mentioned in the last post. I'm just going to name him Jackson for simplicity. Everything. As he worked for a rehab center in our city

during his recovery for years and still had connections. there. He basically agreed that I had to stop enabling Rodney and agreed with my plan to take a step back. I took the weekends and spent some time with two of my other close friends, just long-boarding around a park in our town and enjoying the sunshine to clear my head. Yesterday, I went downtown and bought some records for myself and went to the beach with my girlfriend. It was all exactly what I needed just to feel human for a second. This morning, Jackson messaged me. Rodney had reached out to him and come clean about everything. The full story I told you guys, plus the fact that the only thing

he can think about is shooting up and he needs to inject his full daily allotment of hydros at once just to feel anything. That he's been doing tons of H slash fentanyl just to fight off withdrawals. And he admitted that he was in way too deep and was utterly terrified for his life. I messaged him immediately and just said good morning to him and that I hope this weekend went well. Reminded in him that I loved him. He told me right away about the conversation he was having with Jackson, and he told me he needed to go to rehab, how he needed help, how he just wanted to be happy with his life again, and doesn't want to lose everything. We talked all morning this morning. Rodney told me he made it all the way through yesterday without shooting any age, but he cracked this

morning, scraped all his tins for anything he could get. He told me he felt so out of control of himself, and he just needs support to get better. He's ready to get clean. He doesn't want to be just another junkie. We're still messaging back and forth for a little. I'm talking to Jackson in the back end. Jackson just told me he's pulled some strings to get Rodney in to the rehab that saved his life four years ago.

He's getting admitted tomorrow morning. Rodney can't afford it, but somehow Jackson has negotiated a reduced rate for Rodney to go and has taken care of his first month's cost. a few grand, not even joking. They're going to get them some income assistance, and they're going to accept whatever the government is willing to provide, even if it doesn't pay the cost in full. I cried at my desk.

I'm so damn proud of him for taking this step, and, in a way, I'm also relieved that I didn't need to force it. My boy is still in there. He still cares about himself. He still loves me, and now he's going to get better. And I'm back crying at my desk, ha-ha. Thank you again, all of you, for talking me through all of this on my last post. I appreciate every single one of you.

Update. October 12, 2022. The original post feels like a lifetime ago at this point. But I still get messages on this account from time to time asking about Rodney or for advice on how to help their own loved ones. And I figured now is as good a time as any to give everyone some closure. Jackson was able to make good on his promise and Rodney went to run. rehab, as planned. That next morning.

He had picked up his prescription hydros he was getting at the time and injected all six of them right before going into the building. According to Rodney, they barely hit him. Jackson said it is some kind of right of passage when addicts had into rehab, gives him closure. Evidently, it didn't do any more damage than it already had. The rehab Rodney went to was impatient and was able to give him a lot of resources that he previously hadn't had access to. Counseling helped him sort out some issues he had,

and a psychiatrist was able to prescribe him some medications to help level out his previously undiagnosed bipolar disorder. He was on some sort of medications for some time as well, but stopped at some point. He spent three months in first stage recovery, where he wasn't allowed out without a chaperone, but moved into a second stage house after the fact. Second stage functioned a lot like a halfway house, a sober living facility that they just had to be back at every night. He got a sponsor and took on his own sponsor after he got a six months chip. He continued living in second stage for over a year after that and became employed by the rehab facility he went to within a few months of being in second stage

as a house manager. He kept that job until he began pursuing a college education and social work at the beginning of this year. He even made Dean's List in his first semester. Although almost everybody at his center said there's no such thing as a one and done, Rodney was. I spoke at his one-year cake back in April the week of his 25th. Tears were shed, laughs were had. It was a huge maiden with a tons, and it was really heartwarming to see so many people all there to support each other.

It was also good for me as, because of Rodney's rehab being a decent distance from our old neighborhood, we don't get to spend nearly as much time together as we used to. That's fine by me. I'm just glad he's still here with a life to live. But I miss him. He moved out of his second stage house just under two weeks ago. He's staying with his mom while he finds his footing for his first stint outside the recovery world since he got clean. He's working hard on his studies.

He never relapsed. He's insanely committed to his sobriety as he should be. And most importantly, my boy is alive. And honestly, better off than he was to begin with. I'm glad that this is how it all ended up. Thank you to all the folks who reached out with supportive words when I first posted these. To anyone who reached out to me, who were in similar circumstances, I hope your story has an equally happy ending. Same goes for anyone that ever reads these threads again.

And if you ever need support, don't hesitate to reach out. There is hope. Thanks for reading, guys. Take care of yourself and your loved ones. keeps using my address. Why? I'm on mobile, so please bear with me on this. We bought this house five years ago. When we were looking at the house, the realtor made an offhand comment that there was a woman that was obsessed with the place. It's not any fancy or special or cool house. It's just a normal house. I didn't think much about this comment, and we moved on.

Next thing you know, our electrical account was changed. charged to her name. Then the deluge of mail started. Medical bills, catalogs, magazines, etc. I work in a medical office. I was walking her bills into the nearby offices and warning them that she was using our address and to make her verify her address before seeing her for her next appointment. One somehow let it slip that our ID does indeed have my address on it. That must have been why she changed the electrical account. to verify address with the state. I did flag it as fraud on the Ohio BMV website, but who knows what happened after that. We were getting more mail from her than for ourselves at one point.

I RTS a lot, personally called arrest. It finally stopped for maybe a year. Then it started back up. I found out that she registered to vote with my address. I had to call the board of elections. They flagged her again. She did vote in an election with this. address. Next thing you know, medical supplies got delivered for her. I happened to be home and I sent it back with the driver. Her only record on the court docket here was an eviction notice. She lived a few doors down. Same address but switched a one to a four. How do I get this to stop? I can't track her down. When I look her up, my address shows up. What's her motivation? It's weird. Add it to add. I think she's a bit crazy.

not necessarily dangerous. The only traits of her that I've found is an old Facebook account where she claims that she's a fashion designer and world traveler. Her posts are rather nonsensical. She is smart enough, however, to concoct this elaborate scheme

to establish residency here. I know she's in bad health due to mail from a nursing home in Medicare and a wound vac. So I don't think she can physically break in. So initially, you may think that it's creepy, sure, that some person is trying to receive mail for herself at Not Her House, right? But one of the top comments gets into something utterly terrifying

and very creepy how someone can even do this to you. In the comment reads as follows, She's trying to establish legal residency by receiving mail at your address. If she is successful, she can leverage your state squatters' rights and additional eviction. moratoriums, plus backlogged courts and additional protection from pandemic relief, acts varies by state municipality, in the legality, is iffy right now, to claim she has a right to the home. If she, for example, breaks in and you call the cops, good luck proving she doesn't live there, considering that she's got mail going there and has for over a year now.

I mean, that is just beyond crazy to me. And then the commenter continues saying, O.P., please take this very seriously. Contact your local postmaster and the FBI and put fraud alerts on everything with the credit bureaus. Call utility companies and set passwords on your accounts. Call the county recorder and assessor as well as your realtor who sold you the house.

And make sure you have clear title and she hasn't filed any claims. Finally, and I am not kidding here, contact the FBI. They should have an online portal that allows you to report mail fraud, which is what she's technically doing. Finally, contact your local PD and start filing reports. Let them know you feel like you're being stalked and that you're worried she's going to

try to break into squat. Let them know you have filed mail fraud with the FBI slash U.S. Postmaster. Finally, contact an attorney for a consult and have them outline any further steps you might need to take. If you have the extra few hundred bucks, shouldn't be more than three to five hundred dollars total, I would have an attorney draft a cease and desist order and hire a process server to find her and serve her. Again, O.P., please take this seriously. I'm absolutely positive. This woman will try to use the mail as a way to try and establish legal rights to interest in your home. There are so many insane stories of people losing their home.

to squatters. Please don't make the mistake of thinking you can't fall victim. Good luck. I mean, how terrifying is that? Someone can just fraud you out of your own house. Out of the house you've lived in, you've bought with, I mean, obviously your money, and some person can just completely take it from you. That is just terrifying to me. And then the commenter makes an edit, saying basically they're a real estate agent in California and in states. like California and New York in the United States, it's very, very hard to get rid of a squatter if they are inside your house.

And the squatters often make use of legal loopholes to go so far as take not just constructive, but legal possession, which is crazy. And also it takes a long, long time to get them out of your house if you even can. So it's a big headache. And they kind of give warnings saying, keep an eye on whom you allow to stay with you,

even as an overnight guest. Keep an eye on your mail. and if there is repeat mail for the same person, notify the post office and put a notes in your mailbox, saying that such and such doesn't live here and not to deliver mail to this address in their name. Don't give anyone your house key if you can help it. Get a lock with a combo keypad and change it often.

Better get, get a smart lock with remote access. Ashley, get both. And then the commenter links some terrifying stories of people who have literally lost their homes due to squatters and just a few of the titles. I'm not going to get into the articles, but the titles are scary enough. This guy causes about a dozen families

to lose their homes using arcane legal loopholes. This is another good cautionary tale with a fairly happy ending for those renting their place out in Airbnb. And yeah, it's just a squatter horror story where people take people's homes. And yeah, this is just such a crazy, like, thing that I've never really thought about.

And this lady should definitely, definitely keep this or take this seriously. And then some people reply to this comment they're saying, is there a reason you can think of that the woman hasn't tried squatting yet despite being obsessed with the house

for years and years now? And then someone says, bruh, maybe she is. O.P. Check the attic. I thought this exact same thing. You might have a human nest in your rafters. That is a terrifying thought. And then, unfortunately,

the O.P doesn't make any more posts on this matter so we don't know what happened i'm really kind of sad about that because it's i'm really interested to see what happened with this did the lady stop did the uh op then contact the fbi or the police and they did something or what i mean i'm really upset that we didn't get an update on this entire situation but this is kind of a good PSA for everybody if you start getting mail or repeat mail from someone who doesn't live at your house or apartment then maybe take that seriously because someone could be trying to take advantage of you or take advantage of your house or whatever and take your house from you, which is just crazy, but equally terrifying.

Someone keeps leaving random stuff all over my house and it's kind of freaking me out. Recently, I've been noticing random stuff around my dorm where it's not supposed to be. I live in a small one-person dorm room. I'm the only one who has a key. I set up a webcam recently to figure out who has been doing this. But before I could catch anything, my webcam was stolen, though it's the only things that have been stolen so far to my knowledge. But I have found random notes stuck to some of my stuff,

mostly reading something along the lines of no or not in here. I've also found a notebook with a description of my room and its layout. If anybody can help, please do. And before we get into the comments, the OP made an edit to this post adding some more context, saying to answer a few quick questions, I already have a carbon dioxide detector after I looked up what was happening on the internet and it's recommended to get one. Next, I'm seeing a therapist as I have ADHD and slight autism. I have also ordered a tiny camera in the webcam that I bought was storing the video on my computer. though it was not very good.

I'm kind of broke. I also did check out that Reddit post and it does sound a lot like this. Also, I will look into getting my lock replaced. I do not lose memory or chunks of time and I have also reached out to the Dean of Students. For those of you thinking this is fake, that's understandable.

It's the internet. People can make up all sorts of stuff, but I'm not. This was the first subreddit that came to mind for this so I don't know, maybe I should post this to a different subreddit. I'll keep you all posted. Edit 2. It's getting creepier.

I looked at the footage that the camera did get and it was just pure nothingness. Also, a few things have been disappearing from my room, including multiple of books, some of my Pokemon cards, and my clothes. I don't know what any of those have to do with each other, but those are being stolen. Also, I found more notes.

This time, they are directed, at me, mostly stuff like, where is it? Followed by a threat if I don't tell them where it is. I've left a note asking, what is it, but no response. Damn, that took a very crazy turn. Who is leaving these notes in, or what is leaving these notes? I don't know. Let's get into some of the top comments. Someone says, there is a large university in the city where I live. One of the dorms, there had several incidents like this. As it turns out, the built-in dressers did not have a wall between rooms. People from Room A would remove their dresser drawers,

then reach through and push out the drawers in Room B, climb through and steal things. They could just put the drawers of Room B back in place and walk out the door. That is terrifying. Someone even comments and replies to this saying, I cannot imagine the terror I would feel watching people climb out of my dresser. That's some real nightmare fuel. Yeah, that is very creepy.

Someone else says, honestly, I would reach out directly to the dean of students. If someone is getting into your room, this is a serious safety concern. And one that is way out of the RA's pay grade. It needs to be addressed ASAP. And then the OP responded saying, I have. Someone said, and? And then the OPE then said they said they would look into it. No response yet.

Oh boy. And then another commenter replies to the statement of, I live in a small one person dorm room. I'm the only one who has a key. And the commenter replies to that saying, if you're in a dorm, you aren't the only one with the key. Your RA has access to a master key, as does maintenance. And there's probably another master's. key that's accessible to front desk employees. It's also possible that somewhere along the line someone made a copy of your key before you became a resident. Universities don't change the locks

every year. And then another commenter says, do you have friends who are into pranking or an enemy? In the OP responded saying, no, not really. In reality, I have like three friends. No enemies either. Another commenter says, I just noticed your edit saying the webcam uploaded the video to your computer. So is there footage of the webcam being taken? Perhaps get a couple more webcams or old phones recording video and get a friend to place them somewhere without you knowing where in case you are removing them in your sleep or some other non-slaish

semi-conscious state or get a friend to stay awake overnight to keep an eye on you. And then the OPE responded saying the only footage is dark. And then a lot of the comments. suggest carbon monoxide and checking the detectors because carbon monoxide can lead you to blackout and do things you don't realize you're doing but um a lot of commenters just reply saying opi is in a dorm room he wouldn't be the only one in the entire resident hall experiencing the effects which i do agree with that and um i just don't know i don't know what's happening with the opi no one really had any other theories and i did go through the opi's post history he never made a

update post on this ever so i don't know if it figured itself out or it's still going on or who knows but the notes itself are very weird obviously i mean especially if they have threats on them that is very concerning but could it be the opi sleepwalking possibly i mean i don't know why the op doesn't get like other hidden cameras other than a webcam like why doesn't he put a hidden camera under his bed or in a closet or on top of his closet or on top of a wardrobe or on top of something. I don't know why. I mean, maybe he is going to do that. But very weird.

I mean, definitely, especially if you're in a dorm, a college dorm, a lot of people could have access to your dorm through some sort of master key or some sort of other weird way to get into through a door. I mean, it's not the safest or most secure room ever. But that's very weird. I don't really have any other theories. Could it be someone messing with them? For sure. It sounds like that. if they were trying to do something malicious.

Well, they are doing something malicious. They're stealing stuff. But I don't know. Very creepy. I mean, hopefully the OPEs all right because we haven't heard anything in a while. So I really have no clue. Do you guys have any theories?

I'd love to hear them. So comment down below your theories. And yeah, I'm interested to hear your guys' thoughts. Mysterious reoccurring blood splatter in our bathrooms is my husband lying to me? I originally posted to R-slash RBI and the, post reads as follows. Buckle up.

This one is a weird one. Since me, who is 24 female, and my husband who is 26 male, have moved into our apartment eight months ago, I have been finding random blood splattering on the walls, cabinets, and floors around our toilets, and once even on our bathroom mirror. They are usually tiny droplets, but sometimes they get smeared on the wall. walls or floor. I assume when they're fresh or wet. I know that the first suspect would be menstruation blood. However, I have not had a period in two years thanks to my birth control. I first noticed it around three or four months ago. I've asked my husband about it and the first

few times he'd tell me that he had no clue where it came from or how it got there. But after I'd clean it up, and new ones would appear, I kept would ask him again. Eventually, he told me that sometimes when he blows his nose, his nose bleeds, and it could be from that, I partially accepted that answer. However, I can't recall a single time where I've blown my nose and missed the tissue so much that my snot sprayed all around me. I also mentioned to him that your nose is not supposed to bleed when you blow it, And maybe he should see an E&T to see what's up, but he refuses and says it's fine. So the cycle continues.

I clean up blood droplets and they reappear around our toilets in a matter of days. When I mention them, he gets frustrated and sureth me and doesn't want to talk about it. He has doubled down on the it's from blowing my nose thing, but I still can't imagine how, number one, he blows his nose so terribly that it sprays snoddy blood in every direction, and two, his nose bleeds every day, and he's not concerned about it? I recently asked him if his nose has always done that. I previously dated somebody with a thin nose lining, and they once got a massive nose bleed from me doing the got your nose thing, so I know it's possible. But he said no. He doesn't think. It's always been like that and then he pressured me to stop the conversation. Also, I would never find

blood in our previous house's bathrooms and we lived there for four years. I will add that we have a regular intimate life and I've seen basically every inch of him and there's no sign of any cuts or trauma anywhere. I'm sick of cleaning up blood and I'm also repulsed by the idea that he doesn't know how to blow his nose without spraying bloody mucus everywhere. I'm also very concerned for him if he really has new nosebleeds every day. As a friend from high school had this happen and he ignored it and it ended up being cancer in his sinus cavities. So here I am asking Reddit, what the heck is going on? Is he lying to me? Is it really his nose? If so, why is he suddenly bleeding every day. Why is he so defensive about it? What is going on? Edit to answer some

FAQs or frequently asked questions. Yes, we have pets, but the blood shows up only bathrooms, including the guest end suite where the pets are not allowed ever. Those rooms are closed off. No blood anywhere where the pets are allowed. I am in control finances and there is no money missing ever. both our direct deposits go into our joint account. He has a credit card, but the only checking account he has is our joint one. He does have hemorrhoids, but so do I. And I've never gotten blood anywhere about the toilet. He gets medical anxiety, and this could be why he is defensive,

because he should probably see a doctor. He told me that when he goes to the bathroom at night, he doesn't turn any lights on, so he doesn't wake me. I'm a light sleeper. And when he blows his nose, he doesn't see the blood since it's dark. he does have pretty bad allergies. He has no behavioral challenges since it started. Also adding a comment I made.

For those suggesting drugs, I'm not dismissing you. I'm getting shamed for ignoring the comments suggesting it's drugs, but I'm still absorbing the possibility that it might be and I need time. I can't just willy-nilly accuse my husband of doing drugs without hard evidence. Because if I did and he isn't doing drugs, then that'll put a huge strain on a relationship. If my husband accused me of shooting up in my spare time without evidence, I would be pissed. Again, I'm not ignoring you or dismissing your theories.

I'm just taking my time because that's a shocking thing, and I need to process the possibility. So, if he were hiding drugs in our tiny apartment, where should I look? I checked inside the toilets. I pulled apart every drawer. Our ceilings are too high for either of us to reach. If you have experience with addiction or living with someone with addiction, please guide me to finding more evidence. And now let's get into some of the top comments on this post. Someone says, do you all have a dog that wags their tail a lot?

Definitely a chance that they have an injury that bleeds when they happily hit their tail all over the room or could be any other animal. And the opi replies saying, So we do have pets including a dog. However, I find the blood in both our master bathroom. as well as our guest in sweet bathroom and the pets aren't allowed in the guest area we keep them all shut off someone else says what sort of frequency does this occur

I'd ask to see how he blows his nose that way you know A if it's actually from his nose and B if it is his nose then you'll see how he's getting to everywhere and the OP replied saying I rage clean the blood at least once a week which means it all appears within a week also in these six years we've been together

I've never seen him blow his nose aside from the time he had a sinus infection, and it wasn't bloody, and it didn't spray everywhere. Someone else says, could he be cheating on you? Doesn't mean it is grim, but period intimacy can in fact cause blood splatter. And the Oophe says, oof, but if he's only cheating on me with girls on their periods? Because it's literally every week they reappear. Also, I really don't think he's cheating. And then someone else has a more alternative.

theory saying, are you certain that it's even blood? Forgive the potentially stupid question, please. Some fungi present as red spots or blotches. Some paint reacts poorly with water. And they also spot and blotch off colors, potentially red. Sometimes rust can seep out of your walls, floors, or ceilings. Think outside the box. Could it be mice? Bug Spore? Do you have geckos where you live? And then the O.P. Post and update a few days later, about two weeks later. And let's get into that update. An update some, probably very few, have been waiting for.

We solved the case of the bloody bathroom. Now I know that there will inevitably be some users who truly believe that my husband is discreetly hiding a drug problem despite this update and harass me about it. So I will no longer be using this account after it's posted. To per face, I received about 10 DMs that offered to send pictures of what their or a loved one's blood evidence of shooting up

or snorting looked like, and I was thankful that literally none of it looked like what I was finding. Those photos, the lack of gaps in our finances, no history of unexplainable personality changes, as well as the fact that I cleaned slash searched every inch of our 800 square foot apartment and found nothing suspicious, solidified my conclusion that it wasn't drugs. pleased to announce that my husband is just gross. Before I continue, I'd like to thank those who sent me photos and personal anecdotes of their or their loved ones at drug use. And I wish you all peace and good health in your lives. So obviously, it's been a few months since my post. In that time, I was harassed in my DMs

with people calling me ignorant, some suggesting that I divorced my husband based on this wild possibility, that he might be using hard drugs. Firstly, if my husband had to be. If my husband had a drug problem, I wouldn't leave him, L.O.L. I'd want to help him. I love him and addiction is a disease and he would need support. But alas, I found myself searching dark corners of cabinets and furniture crevices for secret drug hiding spots and found nothing. Now, I sat him down for yet another conversation after the blood, and he reassured me that he was having nighttime nosebleeds and promised that he would turn on the lights from then on to make sure he cleaned it up because I did not deserved the burden of doing so for him. He lived up to the promise, and after that conversation,

I noticed he was turning the light on when he went to blow his nose at night, and the blood drops stopped appearing. Fast forward two weeks ago, I was on Instagram and came across a reel that was titled, Signs You're Using Your Nasal Spray Wrong. The very first sign was new, unrelenting nosebleeds. The metaphorical light bulb over my head illuminated, as I remembered that since we moved into our new apartment, my husband's allergies have been worse than ever, and he started taking Flones to control it. The time of the blood appearing was about a week and a half after he started taking the nasal spray. I know this because he uses my prescription ever since the nose spray came out with a pill version that I like better. As soon as he came home, I showed him the video I saw, which also demonstrated how to properly use nasal spray.

You have to tilt it, not shoot it straight up. He took a week off of the nose spray to reset his sinuses and last week started using it again. The correct way. And holy cow, he stopped snoring, his voice sounds different, his nose stopped whistling, and thank the Lord, he stopped having midnight nose bleeds. No more blood, but also no more paranoia on my part and he can properly breathe out of his nose for the first time we moved here. You may be wondering why he didn't see a doctor when the nose. most bleed started, it's because we are poor and he has medical anxiety. But yeah, case solved. I 33 female read my husband's 37 male journal and in it he says that he hates me in hopes I die.

My husband has kept a semi-regular journal throughout our four-year relationship. He does not keep it hidden and up until now I've always respected his privacy. We had a heated. We had a heated a conversation and my gut told me to read it. So after he left for work, I did. He wrote several times that he hates me. And at one point, he said when I was sick, he hoped I would die. When I read those words, I packed up me and our baby and went to a friend where I'm staying now. I took pictures of all the pages. I told him I just need some space to cool off after our conversation and I will be home soon. I booked with my therapist and contacted a lawyer. We had a rough pack. We had a rough pack. recently that lasted about two weeks.

It was a dark time. But we pulled through. There was no violence, no moments where I was afraid of him, just sincere conversations about difficult feelings. The notes of hatred correspond with that rough patch.

The rest of the journal is tame and reflects the man I know and love. Mostly little self-pep talks about work and family stuff. Goals, habit-tracking. He has sent me several warm messages since I left. He says he's glad

I'm taking space for myself, that he looks forward to reconnecting when I come home. It's okay to have little hiccups that he loves me, etc. I was sure our relationship was over. The moment I read that he hates me, or even the moment I felt the need to violate his privacy. But the warm messages in the rest of the journal have me wavering a little. I understand the need to blow off steam when things are tense and journaling is a healthy way to do that. But never in even our darkest moments.

have I fantasized about his death. Splitting up maybe. But this feels so sinister. I don't know how I could ever feel safe around him again. Is this just healthy venting? And I'm overreacting here? Has anyone else had similar thoughts about a spouse that they got over? Or is this a man I need to protect myself and my baby from?

Edit to add context. The rough patch was about his feelings for another woman. He didn't cheat, but his friendship. with her makes me uncomfortable. The part of the journal where he says he hates me was written as a love letter to her. He says he thinks about me dying and being replaced. Damn, that's dark. Let's get into some comments.

Someone says, he wishes you dead? And no, you are not overreacting. That is how he feels about you. All the others enact. Girl, check if he has taken a life insurance on your name with him. him as beneficiary. And yeah, I mean, she is not overacting at all. That is insane for him to wish death upon her and also wished for her to be replaced.

Another commenter says, especially because they're fighting over the fact that he has feelings for another woman, not a good combination of factors. And then the O.P replies to that saying, yeah, I don't want to wind up on the wrong end of a podcast. I do think he is seriously in love with her. and it creeps me out that he feels that way considering what little contact they've had.

He barely knows her. Another commenter says, I'm married 17 years and I've never wished my spouse would die. Like what? Does he know you've seen this? He just left it out like he wanted me to see it? And are you the mother of his child?

And the O.P responds to this saying, he doesn't know I've seen this. He has always left it out. And then the OPE gives us an update about a day later. And the update reads as follows. I hope I'm doing this right. Thank you so much for all the advice and words of encouragement.

Some of it was tough to read, but still deeply appreciated. Wanted to do an update because a lot of people were concerned for my safety. I took a commenter's advice and sent the pictures to a trusted friend. She pointed out that a passage I initially read as, every day I think about telling her, actually very clearly says killing. her. Oh boy. I guess my brain couldn't comprehend that at first. I received a ton of helpful perspective and support, but that comment in particular might have saved my life. Wow. So this guy has wished

death upon her and also said every day I think about killing her. Yeah, I really hope the O.P runs away from this relationship. I mean, that is beyond ridiculous. And the post continues as follows. After I digested that. I called a crisis line, and they were quite helpful in talking me through the shock. They also put me in touch with a center that's helping me get more affordable legal help. Bought some more time for my husband. Told him I'm enjoying getting out of town and I'd like to stay an extra night or two. I have therapy tomorrow and an appointment with a social worker to make a safety plan. I feel like I have a good crew of family, friends, and professionals supporting me. Absolutely zero regrets now about reading this journal.

My gut told me something was off, but I couldn't have imagined a worst-case scenario as bad as this. I'm so glad the inner alarm bells were louder than my conscious this time. Nothing about this marriage is worth risking my life over to salvage. And, yeah, I feel so bad for the O.P. And, I mean, for him to write it down? I just feel like that's infinitely more insane because, I mean, it's crue. crazy to even think about death upon your significant other. But to think it so much that you have to get it out by writing it out is just crazy.

I mean, I really, really hope that the O.P is okay, but the O.P posted this on a throwaway account. So I really don't know if we will ever see an update from the OP. I really don't think we know what happened to her. but I really, really just wish of the best. And yeah, we never got an update after that. So hopefully she's all right and well. Hopefully her and her baby are all right. Hopefully the divorce, which I assume they got a divorce,

went well as well. But there was some comments on this post and the comments read as follows. He will temporarily be even more dangerous once he realizes you're leaving and especially once he realizes it will cost him a lot of money. Child support, divorce, attorney, no matter how sweet he acts, please don't be alone with him at all. Be very aware of your

surroundings. And that's a great comment. I mean, yeah, I mean, if he was dangerous before and thinking these things before, who knows what could happen once he realizes she wants to divorce. I mean, something horrible could happen. And another comment that says, you know, I have a journal myself. And while I get annoyed with my husband, I've never written it in there once that I wanted him to die. I know my husband would never do this, but if he felt curious, he could read mine, although it's a lot of cringy, boring junk. I'm glad you are out of the house right now and talk to an IRL friend about this. Take care of yourself and stay safe.

And yeah, like I said, I wish the best for O.P. And her baby, such a scary situation. And, yeah, I mean, after reading so many of these Reddit threads and such, just go with your gut feeling at all times. If you think you're a significant other or someone else you know, it's giving you a bad vibe and your gut feeling is telling them

they're a little bit off, then more times than not, something's off. I mean, it's kind of amazing what the human brain can pick up on subliminally and then kind of give you a bad gut feeling. But yeah, that's a good lesson. If you feel like you're in a bad situation,

then, you know, reassess your situation and make sure you're all right. Just stay safe out there. I don't think my boss knows that I know there's a camera in my office, originally posted to R slash True Off My Chest, and originally posted on June 1, 2023, in the post reasons of follows. I don't know where to start because I'm not even sure if this is weird or not.

I started at this new job not long ago, and since the first day, I've known there was a camera in my office. I don't think it's necessarily weird to have cameras in an office setting. There's cameras in all sorts of places for all kinds of reasons. But the camera in my office isn't any sort of built-in fixture. And my individual office room is the only office with a camera in it. On the first day of the job, I realized my boss was too aware of my actions. He said something to me that threw me off.

And I knew he wouldn't have brought it up unless he'd been watching me do something. It was just too coincidental. But it was casual at the same time, so it wasn't a direct allusion to the camera he has. But immediately after that incident, I scanned around the room, and I found a camera nestled into a cubby with a small wire that leads into his adjacent office. My other boss had also indirectly responded to my actions in the group chat. The few times I had spent an excessive amount of time on my phone were times at the Hey guys, let me know if you guys need anything to work on.

I know things are slow. Messages would trickle in. Anything that seemed to hint at me being watched was also said or done ambiguously enough that they weren't revealing anything about being able to see me and if I'm not supposed to know I'm being watched. And that's what is unsettling to me. The camera is pointed directly at me.

Not the door. not at the front of my desk, not anywhere else that would make sense for security. I've looked at everyone else's offices and did not see a single camera. The camera is pointed specifically at me, and I don't even deal with money or anything that could be stolen. I don't know if I should bring this up. I'm not entirely mad, and I guess I understand the reasoning. I'm making sure I'm on task or some shit. It just bothers me a little that I can be watched.

whenever and they never even disclose that I feel like someone being constantly monitored has the right to know that they are especially since I'm the only one being watched like this I at least use it in my advantage because I at least know not to be on my phone l.l and then the opi gave us an update and the update reasons follows I wasn't expecting so many responses I genuinely appreciate how concerned everyone is about whether or not I'm okay It makes me feel good knowing a lot of people care about a stranger's well-being. I've seen a lot of comments asking for an update, so this is really the most I have of one.

Nothing has changed yet. I haven't brought it up to them because part of me is wondering if they'll eventually remove it. I was curious to see if they would ever bring it up themselves, or if I could find a way to hint at the fact that I know. I sort of want them to stay unaware that I know so I can see how they act in response to my actions to potentially call it out in the future. The top comment is pretty funny about staring into the camera. There were a few times where something ridiculous had happened was something and I'd stare into the camera for a moment

as if I was breaking the fourth wall, LMAO. I don't think I'm going to bring it up just yet. I actually really like working here. I get along with my coworkers and they pay me decently for what I do. For everyone asking, yes, I am a woman. I don't think this is as much of a harassment case

as it is just a micromanaging thing. They haven't done or said anything to me to make me feel like they were hitting on me. Just genuine politeness. My guess for the camera is that there may be testing my integrity and seeing how much time I spent on my phone even out of view of other people, which I could understand, but wow.

I wish there was another way besides a camera on me. There's been a few other micromanaging things to happen like have irked me a little. but I still like my bosses in spite of that. If something changes, like if I start getting the vibe that it's becoming creepy, I'll keep you guys updated. Oh, and also a few things I wanted to mention that a lot of people had ideas about. You guys had good ideas, by the way. Due to where it's at, it would be really hard to cover the camera with anything.

I can't really reach it, so I'd have to find something that may be a wide shelf that would block view from underneath it. The wire runs into my boss's office. You can't see the wire from mine, so I'd have to take a picture of it from inside his office, so I don't know if I'm able to evidence collect too easily. I'm also trying to be a bit vague with details because I got a little paranoid about the idea of my boss somehow coming across this thread. Anyways, I appreciate you guys, and I'm sorry I don't have a more thrilling update. I'll let you guys know if anything changes.

And then some relevant comments under this post. And then someone says, any time you are finished with a task and waiting for another one, spend excessive amounts of time staring into the camera. Another person says, is this your office? Place a nice plant slash object in the way of the camera to decorate. If the decoration is moved, ask why.

Why are they so passive aggressive? How much time do they waste snooking off to whatever you're doing? This type of stuff is usually someone just stroking their ego, flexing their power, weirdos. And then a user replies that saying, from other comments in the thread, O.P is a 21-year-old woman, so definitely double sketch.

And I would agree. I mean, if no one else has a camera in their office, but she does, especially if she's one of the only young woman in the office. Yeah, that's a little bit, a little bit weird. Another commenter says, not to be weird, O.P., but I did look at your post history

because I needed more context on your age and gender, as I think it does matter. in the situation. Seeing that you're a 22 female confirmed my suspicions that your boss may be a creep. You mentioned that at least one of your bosses is a male, which makes me wonder what his intentions are. I'm also not sure how deep of a search you did of your office, but I would implore you to look under your desk, chair, and anywhere in the surrounding area where you typically sit. Nowadays, cameras are easily available online that can be as small as a button, or be disguised as something benign like a smoke detector.

It is possible that you are only one being spied on, but it is also possible that your employer has hidden cameras elsewhere in your workplace, such as bathrooms or breakrooms. That escalated quickly. You also did not mention what state you are from, but I am pretty sure any lawyer in any states could make a case for a young woman that was being filmed without her consent by her male employers. No matter which way you split it,

it looks very bad on their end, and I can't really think of any non-nefarious reason why they would need to record you. I know you're not asking for advice, but I would confront them directly or gather evidence to turn into the police and quit. No job is worth your privacy. And this person isn't completely wrong,

but I would disagree on there's not, they said there's a non-nefarious reason they would be doing this. And I think the OP has highlighted the non-nefarious reason why they might be doing this is to check on her productivity or if they are just checking if she's doing her job, I guess,

which isn't a great explanation, but there is a possible I guess alibi to the boss and be like, well, I was just trying to see if you're doing your job. And so there is a possible reason, but it is pretty creepy. And then the OP gives us an update.

And the update reads as follows. And this was also posted 24 days after the original post. And it reads as follows. There's no HR, but the camera was removed thanks to IT. So as previously stated, I still never said anything about the camera. I wasn't really comfortable with it, but I got used to being conscious of my actions so they weren't seen anything I didn't want them to.

There also isn't some sort of HR to talk to about this or anything like that. But our IT guy came in and he asked my boss about it. I wasn't in the room, so I didn't hear the conversation. But the first thing I heard was my boss saying that the camera was there before my office ever was. Something about using it to see the front door originally, I guess. That was a weird excuse to me, though, because I've been there for at least two months at this point, and there's no way they could have accidentally watched me as much as it felt like they had been. Hearing the conversation out loud also confirmed beyond a shadow of the doubt that it was a camera

and that I wasn't paranoid. The IT guy must have felt some type of way about it because I didn't hear what he said, but I heard my boss say something about, well, it's not like I was just watching her in her office in sort of a quieter, sheepishly defensive way. Nobody said anything to me while they were moving it. They took it from his side, not mine.

But they instead put it where it would be facing the front door. This happened just over a week ago. I haven't posted an update until now because I was waiting to see if the camera would be put back. I really wanted to see if they were going to put it back a few days after IT left, because that would have been wild. But it's been over a week now. The camera is still away from me. It'll take some time before I stopped feeling like I'm watched all the time, though. I'm really curious what the guy said to my boss, whether he said something about it not being allowed,

or if he called it flat out creepy, ha-ha. But I'm glad he did say something. as it got resolved without me ever having to say anything. I'd like to think he low-key had my back. I've still just been acting as if I've never known and haven't said anything about it. And work carries on. Also, it's so wild that the story got put in a Smosh video.

Holy shit. And now it's got put in a Snook video, so I know Snook is in as popular Smosh, but it's something. Anyways, I heard the news back to back. First time that Hey, Smosh brought their channel back at the same time as Hey,

your post is in a new Smosh video. I made this post mostly to vent because I couldn't tell if I had the right to feel so weird about this situation because everyone in my personal circle says it isn't that weird. So it's nice that so many strangers are validating how I feel. To hear people talk about my experience on a public platform was a little surreal. I won't lie. It's got so much more traction than I was ever expecting, but it makes me feel better. So thank you. Genuinely, my experience feels validated and it feels heard. And I, I feel better because of it. I'm still going to stay at this job because I still like everyone here and I enjoy my field. But now I'll be doing it under a little less surveillance,

I'll let you know. And then some relevant comments on this post. One comment reads, you're just way too kind, but if that's her decision, go for it. Hoping for the best. And I'd agree. She is being very chill about it. I mean, I personally would be like, hey, um, how about that camera that was in my staring at me and you'd sometimes like respond to the things I do so you're watching it and so I would definitely confront them but yeah she does have a good gig going it sounds like she likes her job which is great but still um it's a little bit creepy that the boss is doing that and if you know I'm sure he won't probably put the camera back because if he got caught once that's one thing but if he gets caught again that's another where he definitely looks like a creep so I don't know

maybe the creep learned his lesson maybe he is a creep maybe he isn't a creep I don't don't know. I'm interested to hear more about the story, but the O.P. really hasn't posted about it ever since, so we don't know. Another commenter says, I'm relieved that the camera was moved at the very least, but I'm still very worried for you in your situation. The details you heard them say definitely confirms things. They don't use the cameras for any work-related purpose, and they know it sounds creepy, and it also sounds like it's kept secret since other people like the IT guy didn't know about it and also got creeped out by it. I can only imagine how, how to be it. I can only imagine how you must feel by it all, but I'm sure it's scary and very uncertain.

From what I've read, it sounds like you really value this job, so downplaying things and hoping for the best might feel like the only safe solution to not provoke them and stay at the job. If I understood things right at the least, but please stay safe. Not taking action and relying on others to help you is not a safe or lasting solution to things. And I want to point out that who your bosses are publicly do not reflect who they are, or even so if they seem like nice people, then they don't mean they actually are. That's how it was written.

My bad for reading it like a idiot. I'm saying this because if someone is willing to do one bad thing, then they are probably willing to do one more. So if someone who holds power over you, see that you don't fight back or take precautions, then they are more likely to use it to their advantage. They might be nice now, but who knows if that will change. But if they leave you alone and things turn out well after this,

then that is ideal, I guess. But I want to advise you that look for more cameras just in case to be on the safe side, like how people look for hitting cameras when they stay at a hotel kind of thing. Small hidden cameras, hidden items like screws and stuff like that. I know there is a way to find them, like using your phone's flashlight or something, I think. Maybe look that up when you're at home so you can check your office and maybe bathrooms or something. But I hope things work out for you and that you stay safe. And I'd agree.

I mean, this kind of is another lesson. for y'all guys um yeah don't um be so i don't know what the word is submissive i guess not submissive but you know fight back if something weird like that happens because yeah people will take advantage of you if they can walk over you i mean this girl kind of showed that she won't fight back against something is the boss might be like okay cool she didn't really say anything about this so i might try to do another thing to spy on her something and so yeah just like if you see something say something interesting story and hopefully nothing else creepy happens but interesting story on to the next one my crazy neighbor poisoned my creek and still water i just created this account because my friend suggested

i post here and maybe get some advice too i don't know how to format for reddit but he said to make sure that i did i live on a large property with a small house in the front there are many small hot springs in the semi-rural mountain area that I live in, with many used by homeowners in their backyard. Many are piped indoors, but some have hot tubs built around them. I happen to have an active one in my backyard. Picture an in-ground hot tub being fed in from the hot spring near my left neighbor's house. I'll call her CN for Crazy Neighbor. A small stream runs through the far backyards of the neighborhood, and it's used for gardens

and little nature areas that everyone on the street enjoys. I have my small fruit slash pepper garden watered by this stream and take really good care of it. For some visualization, it has a good amount of water flowing down and everyone on the street uses it some way. My right neighbor, who's a really chill dude, who I'll call Jay, has small pools he made that are fed by the stream. And two neighbors down has a garden similar to mine. Now on to the actual story. When I bought the house, the previous owners were sued by C.M. Her claiming that the land was rightfully hers.

I don't know the details of our argument, but it was thrown out, as far as I know. The previous owners warned me of CN and not to engage with her family. When I moved in, CN's kids, I'd say probably 8, 9, and 10, brought over cookies and welcomed me to the neighborhood. I thought that the previous owner was exaggerating, as they seemed really sweet. I invited CN and her family to a small barbecue, and they accepted. The second that they got in the house, CN started to explain the rules of the neighborhood. I thought it was pretty normal, like to not play loud music after nine, keep your car in the driveway to keep the streets uncuttered, etc. Common sense rules.

Until she got to some rules regarding the stream in the hot springs. She said that kids were allowed in all parts of the stream, in private backyards, and that everyone could use each other's hot springs. I have the only hot spring on the street, so I was surprised by that. I interrupted her and told her that I wasn't comfortable with those, and she scoffed, saying that all neighbors were fine with it. I told her that I still wasn't comfortable with it. She ignored me, continuing with some questionable rules.

The rest of the night was fine, but I felt like I wouldn't want to do it again. I talked to some neighbors across the next couple days, who all told me to steer clear of CN and that her rules were BS. I went over to CN's house and told her that I talked to the other neighbors and that I wasn't comfortable with anyone being in my backyard without my permission. She scoffed and said okay. I had a lunch with Jay and he told me who CN was, a serial sewer with her lawyer on speed dial to get whatever she wants. CN had sued a small chain pizza place in town into debt for having peanut oil on her pizza when she was allergic to it. The pizza chain didn't even have peanut oil, and many people in the small community believed

that she put it on, but still lost everything. I decided not to talk to her or her family. A week later, I got home from the grocery store to see CN's kids, I'll call them EKs for entitled kids, splashing in my hot spring tub. It's outside and usually have to be. has a lid on that two small kids would definitely not be able to take off as it is heavy and large. I tell them that they're not allowed in it and to leave my yard immediately. And they stand their ground, telling me that their mom, CN, told them that it was theirs and that they could use it.

I told them that that's not true and to leave now. They finally do. Before you think I'm an asshole for that, to remember that pools slash hot tubs are dangerous and I don't want to be liable. I headed back out to buy locks for my gates. When I got back, CN was now there, demanding why I kicked her kids out. She reminded me of the rules, but I told her to leave immediately and that my security camera was recording. She cursed at me for a minute or two and then left. I was bluffing as I did not have security cameras, but I did order them on Amazon that night.

The next day was fine, replanting a lot of my plants from my apartment's balcony into the empty, the garden, the one that's watered by the stream. I noticed that CN kept looking over the fence. For the following weeks, CN complained about the trees in my yard, the color of the fence, what I'm doing with the stream, etc. J. occasionally came over and told her to F off. Three weeks ago, I left for a couple of days for a friend's wedding. I kept getting security alerts saying that there was motion in my backyard, often heard kids playing in my garden. trampling my dear Shoshito peppers. I texted Jay to tell them to get out. If you're wondering, why not call the police? They wouldn't do anything, as they're just some kids. I had a suspicion

that CN was telling them to do these things, but I didn't have much evidence. On the drive back, I got a security alert that there was motion in my backyard. I didn't check as I was driving, but when I stopped for gas, I checked and saw CN instructing a plumbing team installing piping from my hot spring into their yard. I had to save all the footage, and I sent messages to Jay about it. Jay told them that they weren't allowed to be doing that, but since it wasn't his house, they didn't listen to him. I called the police and they went, but they had already installed the piping.

The team was just leaving through the gate, with a broken lock on the ground when the police showed up. They said that they had been hired by the homeowner. The police waited for me to get there while talking to the team of workers. and I told them that I was the homeowner and that I hadn't paid them to do it. They looked confused. I went with the police into the backyard, and I started ripping the unsecured piping out with a crowbar.

CN starts shrieking from a yard and puts her head over the fence and starts yelling that I'm destroying private property and that she would sue me. CN then says that she has a contract with the owner of the house to have their my hot spring water. The police are now confused. She shows me a contract that read that she was paying me $2 per month in exchange for the water. CN won't give it to me so I could look at it besides waving it around in the air. The police eventually leave and warn me not to destroy the piping. I ripped up the small pipe that connects to the source as she's telling me that she'll see me in court.

I contacted my lawyer and she said that CN had no case as she didn't know my signature and it would be easy to prove if it was forged. I still haven't been served by CN's lawyer, but know that I will soon. In the meantime, I've been sitting in the hot tub for long baths while talking to myself loudly about how much I love it. Petty, but it made me feel good hearing the growls from across the fence. This is the final thing that made me post here. My garden wilting and dying at an unnatural rate. I heard a commotion out in CN's yard, and I peeked over and saw her slowly pouring a massive jug of chemicals

into the communal stream, which goes down to mine. I don't know if it's herbicides, plant killer, or something like bleach. It doesn't smell like bleach, so I don't think it's that. But it's rapidly killing my plants. I haven't eaten any of the fruit slash peppers since, as I'm worried, I might get sick. I think that, if I can get definitive proof of her doing it, I can maybe use it in court to prove how crazy she is. People swim in pools from the stream, so I warn Jay not to, for the time being.

and told them to tell others. I know one neighbor removed her garden from the soil and moved it away from the stream just in case it got down to hers. I'm unsure of what I should do next. I don't think I live in a two-party consent state for video recording as it doesn't list it as one of the PDF I found.

I might cross post this into legal advice just in case. I do already have a lawyer, but it might be useful hearing free opinions from the internet. Edit. I forgot to say, that I had water testing sticks arriving tomorrow. And then the OP makes an update post four hours later, titled Test Results and the Update Reads as follows.

Jay offered to use a large drum in his garage to temporarily remove the water from the stream in senior comments, I'm taking him up on his deal. All the neighbors down the street that I've talked to so far, two besides Jay agreed. One who has two sons said they might block off the start of the stream. It is a small outlet of a moderately sized creek. It will probably be blocked off not that hard.

Jay said that it can probably get the drum in place by tonight, as his dad can help. Jay also has a sweet dog and definitely wants to protect it. I'm going to remove my plants from the soil nearby the stream. Also, for reference, in size of the stream, it's about one to two feet across. Truly just a stream. There's lots of obstacles and things that would probably filter out, but we definitely still have to be safe. I'll update later tonight or tomorrow.

And then the Opie makes a quick update saying, big news. The nice neighbor's kids damned up the stream at where it starts. It's a couple pieces of wood, a branch or two, and a lot of small rocks. There's still a tiny bit of water flowing, but it's absorbed by the soil higher up before CN. Jay got the drum out, but we turned out not to need it.

There's water still in the pools in his backyard, and we plan to do a water test. Apparently, pH tests are sold in a store just 10 minutes away, so I will head there as soon as I finish this post. And then the OP makes another update to this post saying, Jay is getting the pH test and an oxygen level test, but I don't know how oxygen levels would play into it. I'll look at responses and figure out what to do next. I will call authorities soon. And then the OP makes another update saying the water test, pH, came lower than the creek water before CN's house.

A full 0.9 lower. Nitrates a bit higher, dissolved oxygen significantly lower. That's the only real changes in between the two tests. I wonder if you just poured a lot of vinegar. I think herbicides do change pH, but 0.9 is quite a bit, I think. And then the OPE makes an update post the next day, titled Cops Pick Up Crazy Neighbor.

And the update reads as follows. Big update. The makeshift dam broke and water has been. been flowing down, but it's been slow. Cien complained to a neighbor of the street that she's on speaking terms with about me being a major asshole for not letting her kids use my hot spring tub. She let it slip that she poured vinegar in the stream as justice. The neighbor was also shown the contract for the pipes, and she said that she didn't even

have it signed by me. She and her lawyer had signed it, but without any signature space for me. I thought that she forged my signature, but she didn't have any agreement. fraudulent or otherwise on my side whatsoever. The neighbor similarly dislikes her, but their kids are friends, so she has to talk to CN. I sent all the info to a local environmental charity that has contacts with an environmental protection agencies. They usually deal with lakes and dumping, so this was in what they deal with regularly.

The police were outside Cian's house a couple hours ago and took her to the station. Cian is back at her house. now yelling over the fence profanities while I'm having a coffee. I don't know if they arrested her and she paid bail or that she was taking in for questioning or something like that. I know her brother-in-law works at the police station, but I wouldn't doubt that her family members have a strained relationship with her. I hope that she's stuck with a giant fine and or jail time. C.N's lawyer still hasn't served me regarding the pipes, and my lawyer is saying that CN. has no case whatsoever. I'll update as soon as anything enterizing comes up.

And then the OP makes a quick update saying, my power just went out in most of my house. I think CN just flipped the breakers to annoy me, going outside ASAP. And then the OP makes another update saying, CN did indeed flip the breakers. As far as I know, the security camera has an internal battery

for some time after it's disconnected from the power. So I don't have to worry about her doing anything. And just, oh my God, this is, wild. I mean, this lady, this neighbor, is completely crazy. I mean, putting the pipes into the hot tub so she can have it inside her backyard, flipping the breakers, pouring vinegar into the stream. I'm very scared to see where this goes, but I do know this ramps up, so oh boy, buckle up. And then the O.P makes it update one hour later, titled Revenge Tactics. While the government does

this thing against my neighbor, I'd like to do the most legal, annoying things. to do. Currently, I'm thinking about removing the piping and separating the original cost. I think I will send every piece individually through a local copy slash print slash delivery shop. I know the owner and I think he would think it would be hilarious and agreed to it. The plan. Please help with it. Number one, remove the piping from the ground and separate every piece into small plastic baggies and boxes. Number two, bring to copy slash print slash delivery shop. Number three, planned deliveries of each package every period of time over a long time that requires signage. Number four, wait.

Number five, tip the copy slash print slash shop 100 bucks. What do you think? What else could I do? And then the OP makes an update three hours later titled The Beginning of Sweet Revenge. I called the owner of the copy slash print slash delivery shop and he agreed to what I said in the previous post. I removed all of the pipes from my yard and put them into bags. I didn't have as much plastic bags and boxes as I thought, so I'm paying extra for the owner of the shop to support.

Don't you wish you could just hit skip on the worst parts of your life? You know the same way you can skip an ad. I get it. I'm Siaya and I live in Ice Cove. I've made some questionable decisions that didn't end up the way I planned, and today I'm still figuring it out. Somehow things usually get worse before they get them. better. Apparently, that's how I roll. So bundle up and come along for the bumpy ride.

Stream a new episode of North of North Tuesdays on CBC Gem. Apply them. He just delivered the first one to CN. I watched from the street and CN's husband answered. He shouted for CN and she came up. I didn't hear any of the discussion, but she signed delivery sheet, took the package of a single small corner pipe piece and stormed into her house. up to the second story window and proceeded to glare at me since. Still glaring as I sit on my couch while riding this. Working from home will be so nice for watching this. And then the OP makes an update four hours later titled Crazy Neighbors Weak Jabs at me. Since my last post, there has been one more pipe delivery to CN and she is pissed. She stormed over to my house after signing the

delivery, which I thought she would stop doing. It banged on the door. I started recording my my front door and open the door. I'm not dumb enough to let her in. C.N starts shrieking about how I'm awful and that I had to keep the pipes installed as it was her property and that we had a contract. When I told her that the contract wasn't legal at all, she starts screaming at me. I stepped inside for a second and called the police with the door closed. CN continues banging on my door. I don't open until a police car comes down the street. I tell the police that I don't want her ever to be on my property and that she is trespassing. They relay that to her, and she takes up a hurt old lady act.

For reference, she is in her 40s. Sean tells them that my hot tub burned her youngest child and that I was luring kids into it. I showed the police, the camera footage, and they asked for her to come to the station with them. I'm assuming that she made some fake report, but I guess I'll be another charge of lying to a police officer. I think that the officer, not Cian's brother-in-law, believed me and saw that she was in fact a C.N. I saw Cian get back into her house and once again went up to the top window, staring.

I closed the blinds. I thought she would stop. Honestly, it doesn't bother me. But to my surprise, she crosses the street to the side of the hill. There's a slope on the other side of the street from the houses. There's more houses up on the slope and stares through my front window. I don't have blinds for that one and was about to head to a different room when I see her trip backwards. There's a small ditch for runoff and land on her butt.

C.N. lets out a ungodly shriek. It wasn't that loud, but I'd like to say it was, as she storms back into her house. I feel at this point with all of the stuff from my lawyer from Reddit and neighbors saying that I'm completely in the right and that C.N. is insane. has made this more into entertainment than a scary situation for me. I have multiple locks arriving in a couple days and a new security camera for the sign yard. If you have any legal suggestions, please tell me. If there's anything I should be aware of, please tell me.

And to be honest, I do understand why the OP is saying it's becoming more of entertainment than a scary situation, but I mean, I just feel like the OP should stay apprehensive. They should stay on edge because the neighbor is obviously off their rocker. They are a little bit psycho and with someone like this who's staring into the OPE's window all the time and doing some other crazy shit, like keep your defense up because someone like that can do something wild, but I'm interested to see where this goes. And then the OPE makes an update the next day titled Pulling Back and Going Fords Legally.

I've been told that messing with CN is probably not going to help out legally, especially with a restraining order, so I just told the copy shop owner just to deliver it all at once. I don't know if that's happened yet, but I'm fine not being looking when it happens. I will file a restraining order today. I don't know how it works,

but I hope I can complete it today. No new news from CN except Jay saying that she looked really mad. I know this isn't a big update, but it's an update on the situation. And then the OP makes an update the next day titled husband comes over to talk. This happened last night and I was too tired to update after it.

C.N's husband, I'll call him N.H for neighbor husband, knocked on my door last night, alone. Cian wasn't there. So I answered it. He then tells me that Cian is, quote, going through some things right now and some other stuff. He then asked me if I could, quote, let sleeping dogs lie. She did some stuff wrong, but she's a really great person. I told her. I told her. him that I would consider it. I'm not, but I don't want to be in that conversation. I honestly thought that he would apologize about it, but making excuses like that is so pathetic. According to many of my neighbors, CN's been like this for years. I think he's trying to cover himself from the bomb they just planted. That's all. New updates, probably coming soon. And then the O.P. makes an update

the next day titled Some Resolution, but not in the way you think. I was typing this out. earlier but it didn't save as a draft so I will paraphrase it instead of writing it out like I did earlier I went out to get my mail and I noticed CN rush out of her house onto her porch to watch me I take the mail and head inside through the endless sea of junk mail there was a wedding invitation nobody I know remotely nearby is getting married and I didn't recognize the names or the faces on the back was a handwritten letter thanking me for volunteering my house for bachelor's party and inviting me to the wedding at a local venue. Number one, definitely did not invite anyone to use my property for a party. Number two, my backyard isn't the biggest for a party. And

number three, I don't know who these people are. I took a picture of the front and the back and then went and made a copy of the invitation and cut it to the right size. I then took the copy and walked in front of CN's house in the street. She is looking from the door. I then light the copy on fire, safely. She runs out and starts yelling at me. I am not entirely listening as I had an earbud in my left ear listening to a podcast. I listened to podcasts while doing my routines and hadn't bothered to take it out. And at one point I heard the groom's name.

Clearly, she was behind it. I knew before this just solidified the fact. I called her husband and told him that I was not hosting the bachelor's party and to leave me alone. He asked which one. I told him the names of the bride and groom. He is audibly surprised. He then tells me that the groom is Cian's son from a teenage pregnancy, not with him. He then said that he would talk to Cian about it, calling it an accident.

I find the name of the dad of the groom and call him. He sounded super genuinely grateful when I told him who I was. I asked him about Cian, and he said that she had left the baby with him, and when he had sued for child support, the judge said that it was his poor choices that led to the baby and he was responsible for it, without child support. I told him the situation, and he sounded defeated. Apparently, the groom had been quick to forgive his absent mother,

C.N. And had invited her against the dad's wishes. He said that he would tell the groom and the bride about the situation. And geez, that was a lot of new information. Hopefully that made sense. But then she continued saying, I then had a thought that would be the absolute perfect revenge. I offered to host the party for free with two rules.

Number one, they don't damage anything and clean everything up. Number two, Cian is blocked at the door of the wedding despite her invitation. And number three, my invite to the wedding still stands. He then said he would discuss it with the bride and groom, even if he says no, it's worth a try. I just realized I typed it all up in detail, despite what I said at the beginning. I will probably get the news in the next couple days.

And then the O.B. Makes an update the next day titled, It Was Worth a Try. Groom's dad, G.D., Groom and Bride. I was looking over some comments just before posting this and realized I don't want to be screwed over, so I am staying back. Also, GD gave me a call extremely late last night and told me that Groom wanted to meet his mom, C.N. at the wedding. Bride was supportive, thinking to be an extremely wholesome, wedding. G.D. said that he would try to find another location for the party, but that it would be hard this late as bride had a large bridesmaid group. G.D. is going to help Cien with preparing for the wedding at his son's request, even though he thinks it might be a disaster. My plans

that are near the stream look scorched as if they were on fire. I'm thinking about the plants that are next and around the stream, not in my garden. I think the next steps are through legal means and not through petty actions. I will keep you all updated. And then the OP makes a post six hours later, titled Pacing Parts Together. Cian had been trying to gain access to the hot spring for as long as she's known of it.

She had tried lawsuits, land disputes, and other legal and legally dubious means to get it. When she heard of her son becoming married, she thought that she could have a good attempt at gaining access to the hot spring. Cian had initially offered to use her house for a price, for the bridesmaid party but since it didn't have anything good for a party bride had declined she couldn't find another place though but she still didn't want cian's house see ann had then had the bright idea

to tell the bride and groom that she had had a natural healing and amazing hot spring in her yard and the bride said yes this is when cn tries the whole pipe in the hot spring to her yard she obviously doesn't get far into that plan after I dismantle all the piping. She volunteers my house and backyard for the party. I think that the stream pollution was lashing out because she was mad before she volunteered my house. No updates besides what I've pieced together from assorted sources. And then the OPE makes a post seven hours after this titled, Revenge is Back in Action without me needing to Participate. GED called me about 10 minutes ago. I was going to post the update right away. I was going to post the update right away, but I was reading some of the comments. This is what he said and asked if my offer

about hosting the bridesmaid party was still standing. This is heavily paraphrased to be readable, but all the main points in offense are there. GD. met up with CN to talk to her about the wedding, mostly set in boundaries. He went to her house with his phone recording just in case anything happened, knowing the history of CN. GED is talking to CN very formally, as much straight facts as possible, when he glances through a cracked open door into her bedroom. I don't remember the word he used to describe it. It was a very good way to say it, but kind of out of the corner of your vision,

when you're avoiding eye contact, GD sees multiple white dresses laying on Cien's bed. They are fancy dresses. Not quite wedding dresses, but definitely close. GD. can't stop staring at it. He then asked Cien about what she's wearing to the wedding, and Cian says that she has a couple dresses picked out. He connects the dots and subtly leaves the conversation.

Calls bride and groom and tells them what he saw. He then gives groom some of Cian's history. Bride then asks if they can do the house with the hot spring then. G.D. tells me that he knows that I don't like Cien and that I wouldn't be at the wedding. But that the rest of the deal would stand. I told him, sure, but not to let Cia know about it. Just letting herself think that I got pushed around by him into hosting. I know that agencies I contacted about her pouring vinegar into the creek have been

investigating so even though it likely wouldn't i hope it falls out on the day of the wedding and then the op he makes an update two days later titled cn angry i've been asked for an update there has not been much crazy neighbor activity over time that i haven't updated i think she installed a step stool on her side of the fence as she's been looking evil eyeing me whenever i'm in the hot tub the wedding's coming up next week so i'm interested in what's going to happen not much has happened besides that And then the OPE makes another update three days later, titled Really Funny Mini Revenge. Okay, I've been told to Skinny Dip in the Hot Spring, but I'm not doing that. I'm not socially okay enough for my neighbor to see, even if it's revenge.

I do know some people who are. This happened yesterday around one, just for reference. I tell some friends who are comfortable in their own bodies that they could hang out in the hot tub, and I'm not going to be there, so they could do whatever. I more asked them to do it after I gave him a little bit of backstory to the neighbor. They happily agreed, and they came around one. I left for a nice long lunch when they came back. I told them to call me if anything happened.

I also turned off the back security camera just to not be weird. Not 30 minutes later, do the cops call me asking if I was okay with the people in my backyard. CN had called the cops for a trespassing, hypocrite, and they had arrived and talked to my friends. They had my number, and they called me. I told them that I invited them over, and the cops left. I didn't get a call this time, but the police were called again for my friends, exposing themselves to children. The police knew that they were in a private backyard, but still came and pretty much left almost immediately after. It was the same officers, I think.

That's all. I don't think I'm going to do anything until the wedding. Thank you for the astounding amounts of comments. It's absolutely insane. And then the OP makes another update three hours later titled Creek Modifications. My neighbor, two houses down, just came up. to me and asked if I would allow the stream to be changed in my yard. Jay already said yes. There's a landscaping company that's going to be installing limestone along the creek for acid neutralization or something like that. My neighbor two houses down, does have a garden similar

to mine, and I guess that's why. Not a big update. I said yes. I hope this can prevent future acid attacks. And then the OP makes a post five days later. The wedding. I haven't updated in a while, even though some stuff has happened, I just wanted to save it for this giant update. I'm so shocked by what happened, and I guess I should have listened to some advice about being safe. Also, I phrased the update about the card wrong as the bridesmaid party was last night,

and the wedding is today. The ceremony just finished a couple of minutes ago, and I got the news of what happened by a mutual friend who went to the wedding. I didn't know he was a mutual friend or going to the wedding. I told him about the situation a while ago, and he decided to let me know. Friday. C.N. kept looking over the fence.

I would have turned on sprinklers, but I don't have any because I don't really have grass in my backyard. Later in the day, a police car pulled into Cian's driveway and a bit after, it left. Cian's revenge of staring at me continued a lot more after that. I don't understand why she wastes her time doing it. It doesn't make me feel uncomfortable. Saturday. Some people knocked on my door midday asking if I could let them into the backyard.

to set up for the bridal party. I called GD, and he said it was the right people, just to be safe. They set up some surprisingly expensive and nice decorations and furniture in the yard, not in a destructive way. People come in and out while setting up in the backyard looks amazing. CN continuously peered over the fence for a good amount of time, but I didn't care. Around six, bride and all the bridesmaids, I'll do M for bridesmaids, also about 20 bridesmaids there.

I stayed inside mostly, but they occasionally asked me to do. come out and they drunkenly thanked me. I think the M's were very wealthy, as I received a little over $3,000 in tips from them as I occasionally brought out a carton of ice cream. Well worth it, I think. More to the event of the party. Cian had a campfire in her backyard around nine, but there wasn't really any wind, so the smoke just stayed in her yard. I think she tried to smoke us out, but maybe she was just having a little fire. I doubt it, though. She then gets her hose to put out the fire and accidentally sprays water over the fence. Eventually, once the party winds down and they're packing up, Bride hands a card signed by all of them thanking me for hosting with additional

tips inside, about $2,000. I was honestly stunned how nice they were. Around 11, a very drunk CN bangs on my front door as I'm about to go to sleep. I don't answer, but have the video on the doorbell camera. She leaves after a bit and I go to bed. This morning. This is a second-hand account, so I won't have all the details. CN comes to the wedding in a very white dress and demands to be let in, but the security denies her. She tries to push the security, but he isn't phased. People were watching, but my friend who was there had to go do something. I didn't ask what.

When he gets back, CN isn't there. What's happening on my side? This is my account that is right after, but before I got the news about what happened, Cian bangs on my door and tries the knob. Since I was getting groceries a bit before, I had accidentally left it unlocked. She comes into my house. I call the cops as soon as I see her open my door. I run upstairs while I give the info to the cops.

Cian screams at me and eventually slaps me in the face. I'm screaming at her to leave and she tries to slap me again. I grab her wrist and she screams. I basically drag her out the front door right as the police arrive. She is put in the back of the cop car and the police interviews me. I tell them and they leave. Then I get the news. CN is not back.

I honestly won't argue with people about if this is true or not, as what happened this morning doesn't feel real, even though I just live through it. And then the OP makes another update titled Final Update, F-A-F-O. This is probably the final update. As I doubt any new news will come. CN still hasn't come back from the police station, or she's been hiding in her house. If she hasn't come back, which I think, I think she might have not been able to pay bail,

but I have no legal knowledge really. She's apparently facing north of three years in jail, but there's a good chance she'll get less or not at all. I grilled some food Saturday and hosted a good amount of the neighborhood, as much as I would like to say I was cool and collected after the assault, I felt a bit shaky and not great. So having some people over seemed like a good idea. I think it's mostly worked. Last night, I went in the hot spring and it was really nice to hang out.

And then the OPE doesn't give us an update for a long time. But before we get into the next update, I just think it's insane. This entire saga, this crazy neighbor, poisoning in the water, turning off her breaker, breaking into her house and assaulting her neighbor, just wild. And then the OP gives us an update five and a half months later, titled,

an update on the Creek Poisoning Crazy Neighbor. I really didn't think I'll do an update as I thought that CN would finally stop after getting legal punishment. She so far has only with me. One of my very nice neighbors who has the kids who volunteered to help

her stop the creek earlier this year is well-liked throughout the neighborhood. I think I'll call her Donna because I don't want to put her name out there after someone found out what city I live in. So she often helps with babysitting kids for a couple hours for a simple IOU. It's Thanksgiving break for all the kids, so lots of people are going on vacation or visiting family. CN and her husband are currently in California. You may think, oh, where are her kids?

She left all three of her kids at the doorstep of Donna with an envelope that has $50 to pay for the two weeks that they're at the beach. The thing is, Donna and her whole family, is in the Midwest for the week visiting family for Thanksgiving. Cian's kids were out at the door for hours, presumably in the cold rain, before another neighbor noticed them and asked what they were doing. The kids said that Donna had agreed to have them

until their parents got back, but obviously Donna wasn't there. They didn't want to call the cops as they thought it was a misunderstanding, So they brought the kids around until a newer family agreed to watch them until it was all sorted out. CN isn't responding to any attempts to reach her, and nobody wants to bring the cops into it. Donna's pissed and said that she won't come back to babysit them and that there was no deal ahead of time. I'm just an observer in this so far. So this is more of a neighbor update, probably going to have another update or two.

Any recommendations? Nobody in this neighborhood wants anyone with the. government involved really and it's not really involving me so I doubt my voice will be heard or taken seriously I don't know thanks and then the op makes a quick update saying pretty big consensus I should call CPS I think I will but not tell anyone I did CN is not a good person if you want to know what the full situation is I'd look at the old posts it's archived so I think you can still see it and then the OPE makes another update saying it wasn't me but someone called the cops earlier, and by the time I called, they said that someone was at the house already.

Currently, they're trying to contact CN and her husband, but so far, no luck. And now let's get into some of the top comments. Someone says, CPS should be called. I don't know if you're counting that as government, but CN abandoned her kids for two weeks. It's child abandonment, plain and simple. She needs to come get her kids, and if you guys can't get her to do it, I bet CPS will. They are there for the kids and to ensure their safety. And the OPE responds saying,

I've said that, but the family that is having them now thinks that it's cruel to the kids and will break up the family. It's their choice in the end, I guess. Another commenter says, What's cruel to the kids is thinking you bumpkins know what's best for them and protecting a deadbeat. Kids need stability. If their parents can't provide that, then you were doing them a massive disservice by not calling CPS. No family leaves their kids. kids in another state without knowing their well-being or making sure they are safe.

And the OP response saying, I know CN is definitely not a good parent, but a lot of the people in the neighborhood haven't like directly seen stuff and I'm not really involved right now, so I don't really have a say. Calling the cops or anyone will just reflect really negatively on me because I think they just think it's a misunderstanding right now. And to me, that's wild. The OP cares more about their image in the neighborhood than the well-being of the kids.

She's like, oh, well, it would look bad on me. Okay, cool. But the kids are going to be in much better hands with CPS instead of these neighbors or not even having a stable place to live. I mean, that's kind of wild. Another commenter says, did she get any jail time based on the breaking and entering

she committed post-wedding? And the O.P responds saying, Not as far as I know. A giant fine and a giant amount of community service, I think. And then the OP has asked if CN got fined for pouring vinegar into the creek water and the OP responds saying she already got fined a giant amount due to my reporting of it to a local environmentalist group and then taking it to the authorities. And then the OP gives us an update four days later titled not good update on child abandoning neighbor. So yesterday,

CN actually responded to a call and when asked about everything, she sent screenshots from months ago where Donna said that she could possibly babysit them for the two weeks, but she was still making plans with her family about visiting them. Donna said that it would be $2,000 for the two weeks, but she wasn't sure if she could, and that she would let her know if she could do it and not to count on it. CN played it off as a big misunderstanding with Donna as the fault and pretty much everyone believed her.

So the kids are staying at the newer family's house for the remaining time in exchange for $1,000 from CN. I'd say $1,000 in exchange for not being arrested is a pretty good deal for CN that she does not deserve. Now, at least the kids look super happy, spending Thanksgiving with the family, and were playing with their family in the yard for much of yesterday. Now, I guess everyone forgot that the kids brought $50 instead of $2,000.

What should I do? And that is the last update we have ever got from the OP on the crazy neighbor poisoning her creek. And, I mean, I just find this, this saga so unsettling and creepy because this neighbor just kept doing shit that was so wild. I mean, just so intrusive, turning off the breaker, pouring vinegar into the creek, like staring into her windows. And then she broke into her house and punched her neighbor in the face or slapped her neighbor

in the face. Just a wild saga. And I thought it was very, very honestly scary. Even though the OP kind of played off a lot of it, I feel like this was a very extreme and scary saga. that hopefully the OP will make it out of because they're still neighbors and hopefully the crazy neighbor doesn't do anything else to that extremeness that she has previously. But who knows? And we have not received an update in about six months.

So who knows? Maybe we'll get an update in the future, but I don't know. What are your thoughts on this? Comment down below. My girlfriend has a secret room that I found. What do I do now? I've been with my girlfriend for five years. and we've been living together for three.

I pay rent. It's her house. Yesterday, I discovered something strange. We wanted to replace the floor. It scraped and uneven. With new hard wood flooring. And immediately my girlfriend was acting strange about it. She wanted me out of the house and insisted she'd call someone. Even though I knew a good contractor that could help us,

it was on the far side of the house in a neglected room. so I never really had a reason to go in there. My girlfriend had a carpet over everything and kept it clean regardless. Anyway, she told me we'd have someone come tomorrow and went out for a few hours to help her brother with his car. Me, wanted to be helpful, went to clear everything out of the room for the floor person. I removed the carpet and lo and behold, I see grooves in the floor along with a fold-out handle. At this point, I'm a little freaked out, as I knew nothing about this room. and wondered if my girlfriend even knew about it.

I pulled up the latch and looked in to see a ladder. It didn't look old, but went down at least 10 feet, I'm guessing. On the back of the door was a note written in my girlfriend's handwriting, a note about the last time it was checked about three years ago. So now I know for sure she knew about it, but why didn't she tell me? Why was she so secretive about it? I really want to go down there, but I don't know if I should.

She's going to be gone for a couple more hours, So I feel like now's the time. And then the OP links something really, really interesting. And she posts a picture. And in the picture, you can see how she's looking down and there's the ladder on the top of the picture going down. And yeah, very deep, like 10 feet at least, which is kind of crazy. And then goes down and then there's like a hatch over a bathroom.

I don't know if like they have a basement. Or like did she even know this bathroom was here? Or was this like a secret bathroom? And you can see there's a toilet, a sink, checkered tile on the floor. It's like an elevator shaft almost. But crazy. I mean, that is so, so weird. And under this post, some people say,

this is the sort of room trafficking victims are stashed in. And as though his existence isn't concerning enough, your girlfriend is aware of the room. The room has been accessed frequently enough to remain clean. And your girlfriend is now actively trying to prevent you from discovering it. Be very wary. If you do go inside, please consider recording the room as you enter and documenting everything you see in touch. In case you find anything that should be shared with police.

Yeah, this took a very dark turn. Someone else says, that's weird as fuck. The fact that it looks clean and not dusty is kind of sketchy. Why on earth would anyone have a secret toilet hidden under the floor? Someone else says, O.P., I survived human trafficking. I was kept many times in room. under floors like this, called the police immediately from a safe, unisclosed to her location. I was trafficked for five years before I got out.

Someone is down there keeping it clean. Don't leave them to potentially suffer the same fate I did. Someone said, reading this gave me the chills. I'm so sorry that happened to you, and I hope you're in a better place now. Yeah, this got dark quickly. Someone else says, I'd honestly leave it alone for today. Maybe ask your girlfriend about the floor slash carpet again, but don't let on that you know about the secret back.

bathroom. If she's still evasive or defensive, I'd wait until she's out of the house for a few hours again, call over a friend or two, and go down with them to see if there's anything else or just look around. I'd take photographs slash take a video of everything, though, just in case, because honestly, it's kind of concerning how clean it is, and the note is also very odd. Then if I are you, I'd go out with your girlfriend in a public place, show her the photo slash videos and ask her what's the deal with the bathroom because the fact that she's so determined to hide it from you is weird someone else says i feel like there's more than a bathroom down there beliefs do as others are saying and inform friends plus enable location sharing on your phone

slash devices with them and document your exploration of that space whether or not she's doing anything illegal or moral your girlfriend's behavior is not entirely healthy or responsible wishing you the best of luck. Keep us posted. And yeah, this is crazy. And then the OP gives us an update posted on February 24th, 2020, in the post reads as follows, saying, Hello, I'm alive. Thank you for everyone who worried about me and asked if I was okay.

I was worried my girlfriend would come home and see me down there, so I covered it up and left without going further down. In the picture, I stepped down onto the ladder for a better view in case you're wondering. My girlfriend was tired when she came home, but didn't really say much. I panicked a little when she went towards the room, but she thanked me for moving stuff. I don't think she suspects me, but it's hard to tell with her. I moved some stuff back into the room, so it would be a little less obvious. I texted my mom about the weird room, and she told me to not go down there because I could die or get stuck.

I insisted, however, and although she wasn't happy, she promised she'd call the cops if I didn't respond to her in two hours after I told her I'd be going. She'd also come to the house after me. You can never be too careful. I waited until my girlfriend was asleep and slipped out of the room. I really wanted to go earlier, but I wanted to be able to have a lot of time.

As my mom suggested, I tucked my phone in my phone purse and tied some rope around it. I lowered it down to the bottom and called it with the home phone in the kitchen. It rang, so I assumed service would work down there. I climbed down there, and big surprise,

bathroom. As some of you pointed out, it was clean, but not super clean. I didn't notice anything suspicious, the toilet flushed, and the electricity worked. It seemed maintained. I was curious about the door, however. I thought it may lead to storage, but it led to another room. The room was covered in survival bunker stuff, medical kits, books, a huge box filled with rations, gallons of water, and a cot. It looked newish, too. Some of this stuff seemed heavy. so I don't know how she could have carried it down a ladder, unless there's another entrance I don't know about. I guess she could have carried it in a backpack,

but it would have been difficult, considering how much stuff there was. When would she have the time? My girlfriend leaves really early in the morning, so I guess she could have gone in around then, but still. There was a small metal door in the wall, I looked inside. The interior was covered in cobwebs. It looked like a crawl space.

I decided to avoid going in there for now. Anyway, besides that, there was nothing suspicious. I turned off the lights and went back up. I told my mom I was alive and went to bed. The next day, my girlfriend canceled the flooring because the guy she called said it would be more expensive than expected. I don't know if this is true. Nothing else has really happened, but it has me thinking, did my girlfriend hide the room from me because she wanted to survive alone?

Should I confront her on it? I've kept all this a secret and it's been painful. I want there to be another reason for hiding it, but I can't think of any. I don't think I can update on here again, so tell me if there's a more appropriate subreddit. And now let's get into some of the top comments. Someone says, some people don't want to be outed as a survivalist, I think. Someone replied to this saying, when my husband and I were first house hunting, we went to a house that had this little Alice in Wonderland-style door in the back of the master closet.

I dropped to my knees, crawled through the door, and found the most luxurious home-up. office I've ever seen in a normal house. I still lament not buying that house and still talk about how that would have been my survival room when the in-laws come for long visits. When the kids have too many friends over, when the Yankees play the Red Sox. And so it seems like people have kind of come to two different speculations. Either one, they think it's a survivalist bunker of some sort. And two, some people think it's a human trafficking room.

Both very different and a possible thing. third option that I'm not considering or no one else is considering. Let's get into some of the other comments. Someone says, if she checked it three years ago, she may have quit the prep world and felt ashamed about it. I mean, if you're fully invested in, something to the point of creating a bunker, you may feel a sense of shame after quitting and not really be sure how to address the subject anymore. Someone else says, when I saw that picture of that bathroom, I thought this was going to be an extreme way to not poop around your partner. I wasn't thinking it had anything to do with a survival bunker. And then we haven't heard from the OP in three years. That last update is the

last update we ever got. So did the OP get murdered by the girlfriend for finding out a secret human trafficking room? We don't know. Did the OP just forget her password? That's another possible theory. But I don't know. A very interesting post, that picture is just so eerie to me. I mean, I don't know if I believe it's human trafficking. I mean, I feel like the OP would know if there was literal humans hiding in her house. And I don't know how the opi's girlfriend would kind of sneak that for three years or five years or whatever. I don't know. Possible. Or maybe she's ashamed of being a prepper. But still, why wouldn't she be like, hey, I have this cool bunker in my basement. I mean, if like I was a prepper or something, I'd be like, dude, I've got this badass bunker downstairs and we can go down here and

chill or something. I don't know. Make it a cool area to hang out. I don't know. It seems weird that she'd be ashamed to just not tell the girlfriend and also be very dismiss and be like, oh, you don't need to help me with the with the flooring. I've got it. And then she found that. I don't know. Very, very weird. I don't know. Yeah, very interesting though. Please comment your theories and thoughts down below. I'd love to see what you guys think. Something weird has been happening on my roof. Advice. Welcome. Okay, just a little bit of backstory. At my childhood home, I was certain there was someone who hung out on the roof of our audition at night and watched me through my bedroom window. It was too dark out

there to see for sure, and I was too afraid to shine a flashlight, but I could hear them sometimes, and would see flashes of light, almost like they were taking pictures. My mom thought I was nuts until one day she said that the furniture on the deck of the addition was moved in a way so that someone could climb up on the roof when she came downstairs in the morning. She still didn't do anything except put blinds on my windows because she's the type of person that never addresses issues and pretends like everything is always fine. Now, flash forward to now.

I am 28 years old and my sister and I own a house together. We bought it last year and we live in a kind of a shady area, but it's a nice house. We have a huge kitchen addition on our house, but it is the only one story tall and there's a flat, roof above it. The roof leads up to the windows of my sister's bedroom and a shared bathroom. The house has three people living in the house, my sister myself and my good friend. We are all girls in our 20s. One day we looked outside and on the roof. Visible from the bathroom window

was a piece of fried chicken. It was very odd and out of place and I made a mental note that we'd need to climb out the window and grab it so that animals did not migrate to the roof. We had recently had a party and chicken was served, so I figured some asshole through their piece on the roof, whatever. Next day, I go in and it's gone. Okay, weird, but maybe a bird took it. A few weeks later, I noticed there is another bone on the roof. This time, it is a hip bone of a larger animal. Maybe a deer.

It is very odd, but I made a mental note to grab it off. Didn't have time at the time, and the next day, when I went up to get it, it was gone. I found it in the yard when I went to rake up some leaves. that were left over after the winter. Weird again, but whatever. So it got really weird today. Today I went into the bathroom and there was a large jug of fruit punch

sitting on the roof of the addition. The weirdest part is it's not full of fruit punch, it appears to be pee. It is also open, so if it were thrown onto the roof, I would assume that physics would cause the pee to fall out. And the pee is very much still in it. I took a picture. I don't have a picture of the other things,

but I am being as truthful as I possibly can about them. And she links a picture. I will blur the picture of P because I don't know how YouTube feels about that. And yeah, there's a picture or just a jug of something on the roof. Very weird. Not sure if I should try to set up a camera to see if someone is hanging out on the roof. Not sure if I am just paranoid about it because of my former events in my life. Any advice would be welcome.

I have a small camera that I could possibly. possibly try to set up, but it is not waterproof, and I'm not sure how good the night vision works on it. It is a dash cam slash nanny cam, and I bought it to set up in my room because of the area we live in. And now let's get into some comments under this post. Someone says, number one, set up a camera or an old phone will do a trick. Number two, I'm thinking raccoons. If there's somebody chilling on your roof, eating meat and peeing in milk jugs, you definitely want to know. And the OP responses is saying

There are definitely raccoons in the area So that is a possibility It makes me feel a little bit better Thanks for the advice I want to try the camera And I don't want to do a dig at the O.P. Or the commenter, but how the fuck Would a raccoon pee in a pee jug?

You know, like that doesn't really add up Like it has to be a person Last time I checked Like raccoons don't carry around P jugs and pee in the pee jug Like, let's be serious. But anyways, I'm not trying to dig at them but that just seems kind of weird to me.

I'm like sure the meat could be from the raccoons, but there's a pee jug up there. And then the OP also comments saying a couple of things I should mention. The blue house you can see in the picture is the next store neighbors. The house was abandoned and supposed to be demolished, but people just moved into it a few weeks ago. After both of the chicken incidents, there is a neighbor on the other side,

but that house is currently empty and being remodeled. That chimney leads to nothing inside of the house. which is weird, but there are a few fireplaces in the house that are non-functioning and closed up. The house is 114 years old and was renovated seven years ago. I know that roof makes it look like a really shitty house, but it's not. We just have to fix that roof. The rest of the house has a normal roof. Someone else says, it's a drifter.

The leftover garbage is probably being moved by animals throughout the day. I'd call the cops and see if they'd swing by your house at night. And then the O.P responds to this saying, They're already in my neighborhood almost every night for something else. I'm thinking a camera system around the house in a motion light, and I agree. Someone else says, ah, probably just your run-of-the-mill crackhead. And then the OP gives us an update, saying, I found out who has been lurking on my roof, watching us bathe.

The OP then reads, Today my roommate was showering, and she heard something on the roof. She got out of the shower, and as she did, she saw a face staring directly at her, through the screen of the window. She looked and saw this little guy. And this little guy ended up being a raccoon. So they were right about the raccoon,

and you can see a raccoon's head peeking up through the window. And yeah, cute little raccoon. And then she continues saying, so she was just able to catch a pig before he scampered away. We just added extra lights to the bathroom, which I think was the reason we never saw him before. I guess my past had me thinking the worst. The container was probably just filled with gross garbage juice and not pee.

since raccoons sometimes get into the garbage around here. And then some comments. Someone says, to someone who is relieved, the culprit isn't human. And the OPE says, yeah, me too. I think I watched too many crime shows

and just immediately assume everything has to be an R-wordist slash murderer. Someone else says it was a raccoon with a human body. And then the OPE responds to that saying, or the creep was just holding a dead raccoon to the window because we figured we were on to him. And I don't know. That is a good theory.

that the raccoons brought up a jug, but still why? I still think it's very weird, especially if they're in a sketchy neighborhood. Someone could definitely be hanging out. It could be raccoons plus a dude or just raccoons. I don't know. That's a mystery. That's why this video is titled Mysterious Reddit threads. But that's a very interesting post. And what do you guys think? Do you think there is some sort of guy hanging up on the roof? Or do you think it's just raccoons hanging out on the roof? I just think the only thing that doesn't have me convinced. convinced it's fully raccoons is the jug. I just think it's very weird. And if somebody were to hang out on the roof and hang out there for a while, they'd probably bring a pea jug of some sort.

I don't know. It could be garbage juice, but who knows? Leave your theories down below. My best friend's fiancee is extremely inappropriate towards me. Throw away because one of the people involved knows my personal account. I am at a loss for how to go about handling the situation in an appropriate manner. Any kind of advice would be greatly appreciated at this point. To make this easier, let's call my friend Kate and her fiancé John. I met Kate during my sophomore year of high school through mutual acquaintances. We became very close, so naturally, I was devastated when she moved several states away

after graduating. Despite the distance, we kept contact and remained as good of friends as ever. About two years ago, my family happened to take a vacation in very close proximity to her new home. So, we excitedly planned to meet. It felt amazing to see her again. We both dashed out of our cars and hugged and squealed like stereotypical best friends. We hung out all evening and caught up with one another in person. Also, I had the chance to finally meet her fiancé of one year. I had heard only great things about this guy, and he seemed very pleasant. Shortly after returning home, I received a text message from an unknown number. John. He thanked me for stopping by to see Kate, saying that it really lifted her spirits, and he hadn't seen her so happy in a long time.

Understanding the personal issues that Kate had been struggling with lately, I told him I was glad to have helped. I assumed Kate had given him my number and didn't think much else about it. John would text me here and there about little, insignificant things. He'd mentioned a movie him and Kate were about to see and ask my opinion, or suggested me a fun new video game they'd bought. I would answer his questions or respond to suggestions, but never carry on a conversation,

beyond the original topic. John would attempt to keep me talking, but I always dropped off in part of me not being very big on texting. More than a year after seeing Kate, I received a very late night text from John saying, I miss you, assuming he had sent this to me by mistake. I ignored it.

Fast forward to a month or so ago, I took a weekend trip to visit Kate. We had been planning this get together for a while and I was super excited to spend some much-needed girl time with her. I had been anticipating a chill weekend with my best friend, but nothing could have prepared me for the Twilight Zone shit I was about to walk into. Kate and John picked me up from the airport, and I was made to feel uncomfortable almost immediately.

John had extended his arms for a hug upon my rival, which I thought nothing of and accepted. He held me a bit too tightly and a bit too long and then commented on how hot I looked. Not nice or even pretty, hot. I sort of just laughed awkwardly and looked towards Kate, who seemed to not be paying attention at the moment. I pushed this aside, chalking it up to a social fluke on his part and enjoyed the rest of my day with them.

The daylight hours went smoothly, save for John suggesting several times that we all get drunk that evening. Not being a drinker, I declined him only to have him get a little pushy with it. I politely reaffirmed my opinion, and he eventually dropped it. After returning to their home, the three of us hung out in the family room and watched a bit of television. We all began talking and somehow came to the topic of the topic of. a pregnancy scare, Kate had told me about a few months prior. John proceeded to tell me how stupid Kate was for way in when she was worried over a possible pregnancy.

He said that he had told her several times that it was hardly possible and to stop being such a stupid fucking spas over it. He went on to tell me that it was her own fault for forgetting her birth control and that it was bullshit for her to then expect him to use protection. I was entirely thrown off at the way he had raised his voice and talked so rudely about my friend. I defended her, saying that it was an entirely legitimate thing to worry over, and that if she prefers that he wears protection in order to be safe, that he should respect her wishes. He only laughed at me, and Kate stayed totally silent during the entire interaction.

John then asked if I wanted to sleep in bed with him and Kate rather than in the guest room, which I found totally strange. I declined the offer and went to bed. The following morning, Kate and I had made plans to go shopping. She mentioned John wouldn't be with us because he had to work, which I was very grateful for. Before leaving the house, however, John stopped me and said, you're a heavy sleeper.

Confused, I gave a weird look and asked what he meant. He went on to say, you're a heavy sleeper. You don't even wake up when people touch you. That is insane. That is the craziest thing for this. Like, I mean, he's already been crazy strange, this John guy. But imagine sleeping the night at your friends. house and their boyfriend or their significant other says you're a heavy sleeper you don't even wake up

when people touch you that is legitimately the creepiest statement you could ever wake up to um i have no clue how this is going to proceed but let's continue now normally i would have interrupted this as someone possibly trying to rouse me earlier by tapping my shoulder or something along those lines. But the way in which John was smirking at me, and the inflection and emphasis he had put on the word touch caused me to think otherwise. I asked John what the fuck he was talking about, and he only laughed, saying it was nothing. Now, I happen to take some relatively strong sleeping pills, which Kate is aware of. These knocked me out pretty hard, but I believe I would have woken up given the chance that someone entered the room or touched me inappropriately.

So I highly doubt anything actually happened. But the possibility of him touching me in my sleep makes me sick. Actually, the fact that he would say that to me just to cause anxiety makes me sick. I went on to try and enjoy my outing with Kate, which unfortunately didn't offer much solace. While stopped at a red light, Kate and I sat quietly as a group of pedestrians across the street. Kate made a comment on how beautiful one particular girl in the crowd happened to be. I agreed that she was a very pretty woman. Only for Kate to suddenly spout out, I'm not attracted to men.

She had said this as if the words had been dying to leave her lips for years. I was pretty dumbfounded and caught off guard by the first. the sudden confession, as I had never entertained the idea of Kate being a lesbian. She had mentioned once a short fling she shared with a girl in middle school, but claimed it to have been nothing more than a cry for attention. We joked about this here and there, but I never thought she could have been lying. I didn't answer due to lacking a decent response, so she followed up by blatantly telling me that she is a lesbian and that she doesn't love John.

I asked Kate's why on earth she would marry him then, and she only said, because I think it's what I should do. I tried to talk to her more about this, but she then told me she would prefer the subject be dropped. At this point, I was counting down the hours to my flight home the next morning, and after hearing John would be joining us for dinner, I was even more eager to get away. After meeting up with him, the three of us began walking into the restaurant only for me to catch John's hand veering dangerously close to my butt. I shifted away and he moved very quickly in an attempt to grab it. Luckily, I managed to jump to the side, leaving him with only his fingertips brushing my skirt. I told him to watch his fucking hands and he just laughed again and made some kind of comment on my appearance and the fact that he couldn't help it.

Dinner couldn't have gone by slower. I sat there hardly saying a word and wondering if I should just try and get a hotel room for the evening. However, my stupid itself decided that I could make it one more night and save the cash. I told Kate that I was very tired the moment we got back to her place. But she insisted that I watch our favorite movie together before I have to go home.

Unable to say no, the two of us head up to her room. Her roommate's bedroom is on the bottom floor next to the family room, so the television would have woken them up. About an hour into the movie, John comes in and asks to watch with us. Kate tells him, of course, and hardly 10 minutes passes before he's attempting to convince Kate and I to kiss. I say no repeatedly and just keep looking at the screen. Kate isn't saying a damn word about it

and John actually starts pleading with us to just kiss really quick so I tell him to shut up and that he's ruining the movie a couple more minutes of silence passed by until John outright asks if I'd like to sleep with him the way that he went about asking was as if he had deluded himself into thinking he was fucking irresistible to me I told him no and pointed out the fact that Kate was

sitting right next to me. I looked at her, expecting some kind of response, but it was obvious that she'd totally spaced out at this point. John informed me that Kate was fine with, quote, sharing him. He continued to badger me and insisted that I show him some appreciation for allowing me to stay in his home. I looked at Kate and asked her, how are you okay with this? She looked as if she was unable to hear me, staring straight ahead with dull eyes. I got up to leave, only for John to attempt to block the door. Mind you, I'm a five-foot-tall, 100-pound girl being physically blocked by a very large man. I tell John firmly to move, only for him to once again say that I owe him. I took my chances and shoulder my way past him.

Luckily, he didn't do much but attempted to grab me as I exited the room. I gathered my things quickly and got the hotel room. Kate never even acknowledged what happened. I think she may be suffering from either John's abuse or some kind of mental disorder, which makes me feel bad for being angry with her. But I am. I'm very angry that she sat by and did nothing while her fiancé was so aggressive with me.

Kate is aware that I was essayed in the recent past and therefore am sensitive to such pushy advances. I talk to Kate very sparsely, and she doesn't seem to understand why. By coincidence, I happen to have accepted a role in an internship program close to the city she lives in. Within a month, I will be living in very close proximity to both her and John, and I need to figure out what to do.

I want to help my friend. I'm afraid that she's experiencing abuse, living a lie by pretending to be heterosexual, and may possibly be suffering from some kind of mental illness. I've never been in a situation like this, and I'm at a complete loss. I don't want to see Kate after I move because that in turn means I'll see John. Any advice as to how I can help her and try to defuse the situation would be massively helpful. Edit, whoa, my gosh, I just woke up and I had no expectations of this post blowing up so much.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of the advice and support. Seriously, you guys have no idea how much it means to me. I've decided to talk with Kate. I'm nervous as hell because I have no clue how she'll react, but I need to reach out to her. She has been there for me during trying times in my life. I want to be there for her. I know for a fact that John works tonight and Kate will accompany him sometimes

and just sort of sit there and be idle all evening. I should have recognized this as weird earlier. But I don't know if she's going tonight. I asked if she'd like to Skype this evening and she responded with, quote, Why do you want to talk to me all of a sudden? I told her I'd like to just catch up

and apologize. for being so busy as of late. Haven't received an answer just yet, but I'll try my best to update tonight if we get the chance to talk. Once again, thank you everyone. I'll try to respond to as many comments as possible. I'm not receiving any good advice from those close to me,

so this is insanely beneficial. Edit 2. Skyping with Kate tonight. She agreed a lot more excitedly than I had anticipated, judging by her preceding texts. We chatted for just a bit afterward and oddly. She brought up the fact that she had recently watched Rush

and commented on how hot Chris Hemsworth is. I was a bit thrown off for obvious reasons, given that she had not only confessed to being lesbian, but verbatim told me she's not attracted to men.

Maybe I'm reading too far into it, so I just agreed that yes, Chris Hemsworth is indeed gifted and told her I couldn't wait to talk tonight. I'm still very nervous. And now let's get into some of the top comments. One commenter says, I do think it's possible that Kate is being abused. The way he berated and insulted her over the pregnancy scare was abusive. The fact that he was so comfortable making blatant grabs

at you in front of her makes me think she's been conditioned and or scared into not reacting. I am very worried for her. I think. I think. think when he's see her in person next, you should speak to her alone, and be very honest with how extremely messed up that visit was, and tell her, you are very worried about her. Ask her if there's any way you can help. Do you know her family? Would it be worth speaking to them about it? And then the OP responds and says, thank you so much for the advice. Everyone I've spoken to about this has told me to cut Kate out of my life, and that's not at all what I want to do. It will be extremely hard to get her alone and without John. I never took note of this before my visit,

but she would always tell me how adamant John was about going every single place with her. Kate disconnected with her family after moving due to her mother being abusive and her father ignoring that fact, so no. Unfortunately, I can't contact them. She has no one to turn to. Another user says this is way past inappropriate. I would even suggest connect to police to ask for advice on what you could do for your friend, or a local shelter, or counselor. And the OP responds and says, that's what I've been thinking about. I just have a feeling she will deny everything and refuse help. She feels some kind of obligation to marry him, which I think is due in part to her insanely

religious upbringing. And another user says, obviously there is no way to know what Kate was doing with without her telling you herself. From my opinion, it sounds like Kate is only attracted to girls. Maybe she promised him that she would do something with you in front of him. Hence, his asking you do to kiss and made him think that he had a shot with you too. Maybe she was embarrassed and too fearful of your reaction to say anything, or this could have all been his idea.

Nevertheless, it's creepy as hell. To tell a girl that she owes him for him allowing to be a guest there is so damn R-wordy that along with the whole mystery of the touching while sleeping thing solidifies that I would stay the hell away from them. And the OPEE responds and says, Others have suggested to me that she may have been trying to initiate three-person intimacy. She hadn't spaced out by the time John started asking us to kiss. She was just looking at me wordlessly.

No matter what, I'm never, ever going near them again unless it's to get Kate and take her somewhere away from him. And then we don't get an update for a very long time. About eight months, but eight months later, the OP comes back with a much-needed update. And the OP says, So, I know my original post is super old, but I received an invitation to Kate and John's wedding today.

It reminded me of this whole thing, and more importantly, the fact that I never really thanked anyone for all of your supportive comments and advice. Thank you very, very much. Plenty of people have been asking for an update, but honestly, I became so busy with prepping to move that Reddit was not on my list of priorities. So, on to the update. I went through with the Skype chat as planned. Luckily, I had successfully caught Kate alone. We small talked for hardly a minute because my nerves were buzzing, and I wanted to get this over with. I jumped right to it and explained to her why I've been distancing myself.

That John's behavior was seriously concerning. I listened to her the exact events that had made me feel uncomfortable, both for her safety and mine. She listened in dead silence, as I'm certain this had not been her expectation for our chat. After I'd finished, I asked why she would want to spend her life with this man, especially since she'd confined it in me with her intimate orientation. Kate broke down pretty quickly, and to sum it up, she's been in love with me since high school. I can't put into proper words how I feel about this part.

Yes, as some of you suggested, Kate and John had been trying to set up a three-person intimacy the entire weekend I was there. I asked her whose idea had been, and she said it was hers, but that John was incredibly excited at the suggestion. She admitted to having planned the entire thing out with John before even invited me to visit. She said they planned to see if the intimacy would come naturally and then try and initiate if that were not the case. I asked her why she was okay with John acting so coercive, and she said he'd promised to make it happen no matter what, after I hadn't caught the hint the past two nights. She said she felt desperate to be with me intimately

and would do anything for that to happen. I asked her even if it meant having to force me, and she said maybe, so, but I would enjoy eventually, then I'd probably have just given in, and she couldn't join if John had followed through? Not going to lie, this made me feel fucking sick. But I set those feelings aside and told her very gently that I don't reciprocate her romantic feelings,

but I still care for her as a friend. I told her that I feared for her safety and happiness and only wanted to help. Well, that completely flipped a switch. Honestly, I've never seen Kate angry. She's a passive person to a fault, but holy shit, did she lose it on me? Kate made a total 180 and began making accusations that didn't make sense. That I was trying to steal John away from her and that I can't have him.

That his aggression towards me, as well as my past SA, was directly my fault due to how I dress present myself, that all her insecurities are my fault because she has to put up with John talking about how I look and asking why she can't act more like me. I enjoy doing my makeup and hair, wearing dresses and heels when I go out, while Kate wears only baggy clothing and does nothing to her hair or face. It's always been this way. We just have different styles. Anyhow, she ended her tirade telling me to commit S word. So honestly, I, I don't know. I, just got off the call after that. I feel as though Kate is dealing with issues that are far out of my league to assist with, and I could not continue speaking to her. My internship is over now,

so I'm home and away from both of them. During my internship, they both attempted to contact me multiple times, but I always deleted the messages. Kate simply ignored what had transpired between us and asked why I wouldn't speak to her. Then John made a few jokes about kids, kidnapping me. I only saw both of them once during my entire internship. I had the chance to attend a large pop culture convention, and I was seriously so stoked about it despite having no friends to go with. Luckily, I found a couple girls on Facebook through my internship group page who were also looking for people to go with. I knew for a fact Kate and John would be going as they attend every year. Plus, the costume I chose to wear was near unmissible. So I was certainly. I was certainly

and they would notice me. But honestly, I was not about to let them spoil the event from me and went anyhow. I gave the girls a rundown of this situation, and they all assured me they had my back. Lo and behold, as I'm standing in an autograph line with my friend, who hugs me from behind, but John. I basically went into spasmod and flailed until he let go. He acted all confused. Kate was right behind him being quiet. I'd like to say that I'd like to say that I'd told them off like a champ, but I didn't. I was scared, honestly, so I just ran. I was wearing massive heels, so I had to do that weird crouch move where you're not really running, but more so fast walking like a werewolf. A couple of the girls followed me to make sure I was good. Never saw them again.

I know the general consensus was to not cut Kate out of my life, but I honestly do not believe either of them are safe to be around. I feel that Kate is dealing with something, beyond what I can assist with, and my personal safety needs to come first. Obviously, I'm not going to the wedding. Thank you all for the helpful advice and support that I received on my previous post. And now let's get into some of the top comment. Someone says, well, that was unbelievably terrifying. Christ, something's not right about this one. Someone replies to that saying, yeah, 100% would never go near them again. I would have contacted the girl's parents, however, and told them to help their daughter.

It was never a problem O.P. could solve without significant risk to herself. I would have asked the girl's parents to take that risk as they should. And someone else replies saying, this has serial killer couple vibes all over it. Also, what the fuck, O.P., your friend admits she wants to Rward you, and you still care for her as a friend? Someone else says, Jesus, what a nightmare. At first, it seemed like Kate was a victim, but now it looks like she was fine with S. A. and her friend, I'm glad O.P. got out of there. And someone else says, holy shit, that was an insane read. My husband killed someone and can't cope. Originally posted to R slash True Off My Chest, posted on July 28, 2023. The post reads as follows. Five months ago, a woman purposely walked in front of my husband's truck.

He struck her and was killed. Much like the people who killed their family before committing an S word. She was so selfish, basically taking him with her. He quit on the spot. His employer should have recognized that he was in distress and given him some time off instead of accepting his resignation, but they didn't. I'm eight months pregnant and before someone says, you shouldn't have kids if you can't afford them. I know. We are in a world of hurt right now, and it's only going to get worse. The accident brought up bad juju from an accident 10 years ago

where he lost his wife and son. He has anxiety that he didn't have before. He goes to therapy, but hasn't driven since the accident. He would rather walk in 100 degree heat than get behind the wheel. He has driven trucks for nearly 13 years. It's all he knows. I know mental health, is so important, but we are at a dead end. I won't insults him by acting like I know what he is going through or what he is feeling, but we can't afford for him to grieve any longer. I have been telling him for the last month that we are running out of money. We have less than $100 to our names, and our pantry is bare. Life can't wait for him to get ready. I don't know what ultimatum I can give to him that will snap him back to reality, but next week we are going to be living on the street.

We are on a month-to-month lease because we don't have the best credits, so if we don't pay, we are out. I've already pushed our car payment back as much as I could. We've used our get-out-of-free jail cards, used all generosity from our family and friends, and I've exhausted local resources. I work full-time in a salon and simply don't make enough to support us. I try finding odd-side jobs, but I'm limited until after I give birth. I don't want to come off as insensitive, but he needs to go back to work. We had a small savings that we have been using, but that money is gone. My husband insisted he help out the woman's family with final expenses, which I was against,

but he did it anyway. He feels guilty. And I feel like the worst bitch wife in the world saying all this, but I can't do this alone. And then she gives an update. Update number one posted on all. August 12, 2023. My husband committed S-word in front of me. This happened a few days ago, and it's a cruel, twisted irony that I made this Reddit

asking how hard I should push him to go back to work. My last post was about how we were going to lose our place because my husband could recover after a woman stepped in front of his semi seven-ish months ago. I said it was like she took him with her. Now he has actually gone. and it's not even the same. Before I get some assholes asking, why are you posting right now?

I don't know what to do. I notified his family. After my last post, I pushed him to try to get his job back, and they took him back with open arms, which was a huge blessing and surprise. When I called his boss yesterday to tell him my husband wouldn't be coming back,

he told me that the company would pay for his funeral. He had been with them for nearly 10 years before he abruptly quit the day of the accident. He needed therapy and time off, but thought the best thing, the easiest thing would be to quit and try and handle it alone. If you have people in your corner and if you have resources available to you, please use them. Did you know if someone unalives themselves in your house you are responsible for cleaning up? If you are renting and don't have renter's insurance, it's on you. I'm eight months pregnant and I'm being induced next week and I can't even go inside my house.

I contacted the church we had been to on and off where we got married and Sward is a sin so no help there. I think I was too hard on him in the last few weeks. I had the stress buildup and didn't tell him how bad things were until it was too late. He thought, oh, she can handle it like she always does. We have to stop thinking like that. and be we, I mean anyone who is reading this, because I'm sure you do it too. I brought up adoption because who would choose to bring a child into this world being poor. This is what a lot of comments told me and they were right.

I'm being induced next week and I don't even have a clean environment to bring a baby into. It's the last piece of my husband and I don't know if I deserve to raise him. I know I might have seemed like an asshole about my husband. I was slash am just stressed, but he was a good man who deserved to be a father and he deserved to be here. He just didn't see that and I think I'll have a broken heart

for the rest of my life. If anyone is in my area who wants to sit on the curb and drink lukewarm bottle water with a stranger, my DMs are open. If you're struggling, please get help. You are not weak or less than. Mental health is so important and serious. Please.

Update. Wow, I can't keep up with the comments. For privacy sake, I'll just say Illinois. I have a lot of places to call, so then you to every single kind, comment, and message. I won't say I'm okay, or that I will be anytime soon, but I'm safe. And then update number two. Posted on August 23, 2023, titled 8 pounds, 5 ounces, and 19.5 inches. This is an update to those of you who asked on my last post, so I hope it's okay that I do so.

I had my baby boy this past weekend, 8 pounds, 5 ounces, and 19 and 1⁄2 inches. I wanted to share the news because when I texted this family the day he arrived, I was told they wanted to know nothing about him and didn't want to see any pictures. Heart crushing is an understatement. Trying to sign up for survivor benefits and WIC while also filing out life insurance paperwork is surreal. I just hope it's approved ASAP. I'm keeping my baby no matter how hard it'll be. I never thought I'd be sending my husband to heaven and welcoming his boy within a week of each other. I want to believe they somehow cross paths up there because the thought of him not meeting or never

knowing his precious son is unfathitable. And I just hope that the OP is doing better now. I really hope they, yeah, the OP is doing better now and her. and her son are doing better now and I just, God, this one also hit me like a truck. God, this video has just been full of, yeah, depressing, depressing threads. Hopefully not too depressing for you guys, but yeah, this is some hard stuff. And just like the OPE said, if you or anyone else you know is going through anything, just it's better to talk to anybody than keep it within. Please just talk to somebody if you're going through something.

something. It can get better and it will get better. Um, yeah. That's all I have to say and on to the next one. Found an abandoned car in the woods and it looked like something bad may be happened. I originally posted to R-slash RBI. First posted on December 1st, 2023. I found an abandoned 1999 Honda Civic in a forest on the Nevada slash California border, California side. Normally, I wouldn't think much of an abandoned car, but this just looked like something bad happened. The trunk was popped and items still inside. These items were a box of diapers, a sunshade for a pram, an infant-sized winter jacket, a plush toy for an infant, and an open envelope for a paycheck from a business in Reno.

The envelope has a name, address, and employee ID number on it. There was a baby carrier in the back seat, which luckily only had. had some trash in it and not a baby. The other things in the car was just some food and drink trash and a sock that was baby-sized. All the baby stuff was pink slash girly, so I assume the baby was a little girl as well. The name on the envelope was female as well. The car had the license plate removed, the lights and radio removed, as well as the back tires removed. Outside the car was in the box of diapers, a high heel hanging from a tree with the soul torn up, and the match, and the match, across the clearing on the ground, and a mound of fresh dirt between the shoe tree and car.

I took photos of everything, and I wrote down the VIN in the name and address on the envelope. I wandered around the surrounding area of forest a bit more, and I found a pile of woman's clothes strewn about on the ground maybe 100 feet away into the tree line. These clothes were not winter appropriate, looked like it was underwear, a bra, and some shorts. Seeing the clothes started to give me some worry for what may be the situation with this car if it's connected. I ran the VIN number through an online search and the number doesn't come back as reported Stolen. The other things that unnerved me were that everything was dry and mostly clean compared to the surroundings. We've had consistent rainfall and the ground was muddy yet the diaper box on the ground was dry. The cardboard

didn't seem to have been rained on or anything or even absorbed much water from the mud. The contents of the trunk were also dry and fairly clean, which seemed wrong given the fresh mud and consistent rain. The exposed metal from where the tires were removed also has not rusted yet. The car also was neatly parked in the clearing and not on the road like it got stuck in the mud or snow. I called all this into the police, gave them photos and GPS location and Forest Service Road number, but I've heard nothing back. The county this fort sits in is pretty small, so I don't know if the police have the resources to even check the car out. Given that the car seemed to be freshly left there and a child is involved, I want to get some closure that whoever this belonged to is okay and this is just a stolen car left in the woods. Does anyone have advice on what I can do to get more information on what happened?

I will admit this forest has always given me unnerving vibes, so maybe I'm reading too deep into this, but I do want to make sure nothing worse happened to whoever owned that car and the baby. And then the OP gave us an update on December 2nd, 2023. The post reads as follows. I hope I'm doing this update correct. I have good news, y'all. This was luckily best case scenario, and my update is mundane. With the help of other users with far better detective skills than me,

were able to track down the individual's Facebook page. This has been confirmed to be the individual who owned the car. She is safe and her child is safe and well. She's active on Facebook and I contacted her with information on where her car is. She had posted about it getting stolen in early September and no one else had stumbled upon it and told her until I did. Thank you to everyone who helped guide me to find her and help her find her car. I'm very happy. This was just a creepy find and nothing more than theft.

A customer found my home. Rang my doorbell for half an hour and left when the car. left when the cops arrived. Originally posted to Retail Hell. Originally posted on August 4th, 2025. I. 27 female

work in the cannabis industry. And this man has been a customer of mine for four plus years. Our interactions have been very tame. He walks in, buys his pre-roll, and walks out. He is about three years younger than me. Doesn't have a job,

lives with his mom and doesn't have a car, so he walks everywhere. Last Thursday, which was July 31st, he came around to buy as usual. About five minutes later, he comes back and says, Do you mind if I sit down? It's just really hot out there. I didn't mind because the heat index was about 104 degrees and I was being polite. I gave him a drink and told him to rest until he was ready to leave. He was wearing a jacket in the middle of a heat wave.

He ended up staying for an hour just chatting about random things like the economy, Ozzy Osbourne's death, things going on in his life. It wasn't until he started talking about trying to find a girl to go to the fair with, take on hikes, etc. Did I find his being there suspicious? He seems like a really socially awkward guy, and in the four years he's been coming to the shop, I never felt threatened by him.

I made it pretty clear that I'm working on myself, that I'm going back to school, working out at the gym and focusing on myself. I told him if he was looking for a girl, he should try hinge or Tinder because I've had luck finding last minute states there. I basically kicked him out and said, well, it's been nice talking to you,

but I have to use the restroom. Before he left, he turned to me and asked if I was working on Saturday. I told him no, and then he asked me to the fair. I said, no, I'm sorry, I already have plans. Fast forward to around 9,000,

30 p.m. this evening. I was doing laundry, sitting on the couch when my doorbell rings. We live in condos, and normally people come to the back door where the parking lot is. The doorbell ringing is extremely abnormal. I didn't really think much of it. I thought maybe someone had ordered food, and I got delivered to the wrong house. I put a load of laundry in and got into the shower. While I was in the shower, I heard someone pounding on the front door. I basically ignored it because I'm not getting out of the shower to answer it. But when I finally got out of the shower, my doorbell was ringing incessantly. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, pound, pound, ding, ding. I call my mom because I'm freaking out, and I'm thinking there might be an emergency

in the neighborhood. But my neighbors know me, have my number, and would have come to the back door. She's on the phone with me, and she hears this racket too. My dog is raising hell, and there is someone very eager for me to open the door. I peeked through the blinds of my spare bedroom, and lo and behold, there is my customer, the customer who asked me out, and I rejected. He's been there about 20 minutes now trying to get me to open the door. I live really close to work, within walking distance. He must have followed me home after work or seen me walking my dog in the neighborhood. Who knows how long he's been tracking my movements, but he's at my house on a Sunday night banging on door and ringing the doorbell nonstop.

I text my neighbor who's basically like a mom to me, and she's at my house in seconds. We're at the back door. Still hearing the doorbell and the pounding on the door. I'm shaking from head to toe. I'm disoriented because I don't know what the hell is going on, and she calls the cops for me. The cops are there within five minutes. From the time the last knock slash ring sounded to the time the cops arrived was maybe three minutes.

He must have booked it as soon as he saw the patrol off. officer. I gave my statements of the police, tell them about Thursday, tell them that my customer has been banging on my door for over half an hour. They call more squad cars to patrol the other neighborhoods. But after four plus years of having this customer, I don't know his name. I have literally no idea who this guy is and what he wants from me. How long has he known where I live? How long has he been stalking me? What was his motive for reing my doorbell for half an hour? were so late at night. Did he want to hurt me? Did he want to kill me? I don't know. All I did was tell him I was busy and I couldn't go to the fair with him. Sorry. I ended up calling my friend

and she's letting me crash at her place tonight but I'm so uncomfortable about going home. I live alone with my dog and I don't want to move but if I can not figure out this guy's name, there's nothing I can do legally. It's 3 a.m. now and I'm combing through all security footage. Transaction history, literally anything that can give me a hint at who he is. He told me he got fired from JCPenney, but I'm not sure they will divulge his information to me. I'm trying to gather enough evidence that the cops can drag him down without his name, but I'm so terrified. I cannot sleep, cannot eat, cannot fathom going back to the house I call a home, knowing this man infiltrated my life with such demand.

How will I ever go back to work? What am I to do? I had plans. I had ambitions to leave this job, but now I'm faced with the choice of leaving now or potentially putting myself in danger. I'm so sick of people. I'm terrified of everyone now. Because no matter how long you've known someone, how many times you may have interacted with them, they are not to be trusted. They are a threat to you, your life and your personal space. I cannot stop crying and I'm nervous about everything now. I don't know what to do anymore. I just want to live a normal life where I'm not threat.

for declining a date. I just wanted to share my story. I'm going to do my best to file a restraining order, but I'm not sure that is enough. I fear I'll have to move. Leave my good paying job and watch my every move from here on out. I don't feel safe anymore. And then some comments on this post read as follows. Someone says, please tell your boss slash manager. He needs to be banned from the store because he has clearly crossed boundaries and he does not deserve to have any access to you at all. And the OPE responds to that saying, already on it, my boss is extremely kind and understanding. He is helping me look through the backlog security footage to try and find this guy's name. He is familiar with his customer, as he's been a longtime patron to our store.

Another commenter says, in what state did this happen? I only ask because every single dispensary I've ever been to in California, I've always had to show my ID. I can scan by a front end person on a computer before I can go to where the sales floor is. The computer database has all of my information and every dispenser I have ever been in has tons of security cameras everywhere. Seems like you should be able to cross-reference the last time he came in with the time code on the video footage to find out his name in the system. In the OPR spawn saying, Tennessee, it's a non-legal state so things are unregulated. I scan an item mark 21 plus and then I scan their ID. verifying their age. Unless they are a loyalty member, I don't have their name slash number,

but I'm pretty sure this individual is in our system. He pays with cash 95% of the time and never enters his loyalty number when he pays. I can only figure out the information I need if I can find security footage of him paying with card. It's been a bitch, still searching. And then the OP gives us an update, posted on September 3, 2025. She said, I'd first like to say, I wasn't expecting as much engagement as I had on my last post. Thank you to everyone who validated my feelings and gave me helpful advice. If you haven't read that post, I suggest you do because it gives you all the information about what happened to me the night my customer came to my house.

I'd like to clarify a few things from my last post that a lot of people had questions about. Although I work in the cannabis industry, I operate in a non-legal state, meaning I only had to scan IDs and not save the person's information each time they make a purchase. THC and Delta are regulated just like alcohol in my state, so I was unable to get the person's information solely from his ID. It's been a month, so I'd like to update everyone on how I'm doing, what has happened since and what I'm doing to legally protect myself. I won't go into much detail, but I was able to find the person's information through our

security camera and square business portal. I found a time where he used a credit card, and since he was a loyalty member with us, his name was attached to the account. I paid for a background check and was able to find a full name and address, which I gave to the police as well as all the security camera footage I had on the day he asked me out, and I refused. All the evidence was sent to the police and compiled into an evidence folder. The police officers visited at his home, asked some questions about that night that it came to my home and knocked on my door for half an hour. On body camera, he admitted to come into my house and its excuse was that she sold me gummies that made me high for five days. Like, that's not an excuse for coming to my home at 9.30 at night.

I assure you, if there was a THC gummy in a non-legal state that made you high for five days, no one would not be able to keep them on the shelf. This was enough for the cops to allow me to press charges of harassment against him. In order for him to make bail, he had to sign a bond condition stating that he would not come to my house or my place of business. If he broke the bond condition, he would be re-arrested and charged with aggregated stocking, which is exactly what happened today. After almost a month of not seeing this person, I saw him walking in front of my store. I didn't think much of it, although it did frighten me. I continued to help customers and did my job. He was not approaching the building, and there was no reason to lose my cool over just

seeing him. That is, until he walked by again. I ended up blocking the door and watching his movement from the window. He turned a corner and I figured, okay, he's leaving and something to worry about. I unlocked the door to resume business. I was sitting down at the computer when all of a sudden he enters the shop and sits down in one of our waiting chairs. I wasn't paying attention to the outside so we came out of nowhere and shocked me. I say to him calmly at first. You need to leave, or I am calling the cops. And he replies, why? I just kept repeating myself and he keeps saying, why, why, why. I finally reached for the phone and I'm now screaming at him to leave, get the fuck out of here, I'm calling the cops. What irked me the most is not that he had the audacity to violate his bond

condition and come to my store, but that he kept saying my first name. Like, please, blank, don't call the cops, blank. Blank, why, why? I didn't even know his name until I pressed charges against him, and he acted like we were friends. Like he had every right to be at my place of business, and that I wouldn't call the cops on him again because we had some sort of relationship.

It all happened so quickly, and when he finally left, I locked the door again and proceeded to have a full-blown panic attack. I don't know if anyone else has experienced a panic attack, but it felt like someone had dunked my head under water and I couldn't breathe. My entire body was shaking from head to toe and I was sobbing. I called the owner and he came shortly after. We phoned the police and they did exactly what they said they would do.

I had to pull the security camera footage from the event and handed over to the cops. They gathered another warrant out for his arrest and charged him with aggravated stalking, trespassing, and violation of a bond. He will have a GPS monitor attached to him if he makes bail a. again, and I will be notified if he comes anywhere near my place of work or home. They will also call me to notify me if he is bailed out. I will be filing an order of protection in the morning. I did not previously file one because I was under the assumption that he would not come back

after the bond condition. Lesson learned. I've installed security cameras at the front and back of my house. Have notified all my neighbors in the surrounding businesses by my work to be on the look at for him. I truly was getting better. I was focusing on my mental health, playing a whole bunch of animal crossing, working out daily, focusing on treating myself with kindness, but after today, it's like I've been transported

to day one all over again. I started a technical course on Monday, which will hopefully get me out of retail, but for now, I have to continue to work at my job and provide myself an income. I'd just like to say to all the men and women out there, dealing with a customer who is a bit too friendly, or has made advances towards you, to never take these things lightly. Please learn from my experience that no matter how long you've had a customer, how many times you've interacted with them, that they may have ulterior motives. I never thought he would come back, but he did. I genuinely thought the next time I would see him is at his court hearing

when I testified, but he threw away his life today by trusting me not to call the cops. I will not apologize for protecting myself. He had it coming to him. I'm more angry than anything, but I'm eternally grateful that the local police have made an effort to keep this individual away from me. Please take care of yourself and trust your gut when it comes to people that are being suspicious. No one should have to go through what I'm going through, and it's all because I refuse to go on a date with the customer. And then some of the comments on this thread read as follows. I've been through something similar. It has been a year, but when I see a car, that looks like his, I have a mini heart attack. These people who do this shit to us are so

unbelievably delusional. It is terrifying that they have such a romanticized interpretation of a situation that will literally haunt us for a long-ass time. And then the O.P responds to this comment saying, I'm seeking therapy at the moment because every time I hear a knock or doorbell, even in a TV show, I immediately start getting anxiety. I've woken up from dreams where I'm haunted by the sound of a doorbell. PTSD is real, and it's wild to me that anyone, especially customers, inflict this kind of torture on an individual. I hope you're staying safe and have been able to live life to the fullest regardless of your trauma.

And then the final comment on this post read, So sorry to hear what is going on. It's a scary world out there. Sending air hugs, panic attacks sucks. Updates in a month or so, if no other news. Just want to make sure you are still okay and still around. And then the OP commented, I'll be sure to update everyone about his trial,

and he has been sentenced. Thank you for the support. Us retail folks really need to look out for one another. It's like the Wild West out here. And luckily, O.P.'s okay for now, and hopefully the stalker gets, you know, rightfully sentenced for what he's doing. I mean, we've read a few threads about stalkers,

and you guys just, everyone watching, just be safe. If you have a weird feeling about someone, maybe trust your gut. Maybe they are doing something weird behind your back. And also for this post that we just read, it's so incredibly creepy that this guy could have been following her for who knows how long. I mean, he could have followed her home every single day for the past few years that he's been showing up at the shop. She just doesn't know.

He could have been looking through windows. He could have been staring at her when she walks home for, work, staring through the window. I mean, you don't know what these people do. And then maybe eventually he just gained the confidence to ring the doorbell. And who knows what would have happened if she opened the door for him. I mean, he could have rushed in, he could have heard her. He could have said something weird. He could have, who knows? Lured her out. I mean, you never know. So just trust your gut. Be safe, guys. And on to the next one. Someone tied my door shut from the outside. When my dad came home, it was gone. Everyone's acting like I'm overreacting and maybe I am, but I suffer with

PTSD from prior stocking and this is Red Flag Central. There is a door leading to my garage and it was tied shut while I was home. Someone tied it shut from inside the garage with a cordage rope we did not own. It is still there in a basket. I have never. never suspected frogging before. And if you don't know what frogging is, frogging basically means someone entering your house and living in your house when you don't know or coming into your house, eating your food, sleeping in your bed, really creepy stuff. But the OPE continues saying, but there was an incident across the street from me of a strange man sneaking into a woman's back door and potentially poisoning her dogs. What do I do? I'm scared. I feel unsafe in my home.

is this a frogging technique? I have other witnesses to this. I'm not hallucinating. But my father's acting like I'm being silly. And then the OPE gives us an edit, saying, it is confirmed not my dad. Did some eavesdropping. To be fair, I could hear him from my room.

And he was talking to my eldest sister about how he thinks it was my granddad. Probably did it just to fuck with her. To which, when my sister asked, why though, he just goes, dude, he's a dick. He fucks with her all the time. Yeah, that sounds about right. Nothing has happened since.

No mention of me. No more weird incidents. Also, sorry, I don't check Reddit much. I don't know why. I just don't feel the need. So I'm super late to replies. My bad. And now let's get into some of the comments.

Someone says, someone likely your dad, was doing something in the garage that they didn't want you to see. Now he's gaslighting you over it because he didn't want you to notice in the first place. From another comment you made here, I asked him, he's got this whole the fuck are you talking about thing

when I first told him, and he asked if I was sure I wasn't asleep. This sounds like classic gaslighting language to me. A simple, no, that is strange, would have sufficed. But he also had to insult you in the process and cop an attitude about it. These are not the actions of an innocent person. Unless he is habitually, this verbally abusive? This makes me suspect him.

100%. A door tied shut in your home is not going to keep you out forever, but it will at least give whoever is on the other side of the door enough warning to get out of there before you can go around to a different door to see what's up. This would work for someone frogging you too. The only reason I think it's your dad is because of his total lack of concern. If he didn't know why a door was inexplicably tied shut on his own house, he would have shown more concern. At least, I would care why this is happening if it were my house. No idea what he could have been doing in there, but I guess that was the whole point of the rope, which he probably bought without your knowledge. As you said, it was a rope you don't own. This is just my opinion, of course.

And then the O.P responds to this saying, I don't know if I'll call it verbal abuse, but he does do this sort of language in tone with me a lot. I assume because I'm ND. He just has this mentality that I don't know what's going on. Sometimes I don't, to be fair. He was at work, so I texted him. Why'd you tie the garage shut? I wanted a hot pocket, L.O.L. We have a freezer outside.

And when he came home, he pretty much immediately came barging in my room, asking, what the fuck are you talking about? Kind of chuckling. To be fair, I'd be weirded out too, though. And when he saw I was sitting in my bed, he asked if I was sure I wasn't dreaming. If I was sure, it wasn't the door settling again,

until he found the rope. Although one good point is him being the one to discover the rope, and also him immediately knowing what it was. He says it's meant for stringing fish? I wouldn't know, L.O.L. I just use a bucket for that. I asked him again, saying it wasn't funny. He got defensive again. Maybe if it was a prank, he felt bad once he noticed.

I was genuinely scared and decided he wasn't going to admit it. None of that really makes sense to me. none of that seems logical, but who knows? The OPE knows their dad better than me, but a very weird situation. I mean, like, could it be frogging? I doubt it. Could it be the dad doing something, probably?

And reading a lot of these comments, a lot of people suspect the dad for whatever reason. What he was doing in there? I don't know. No one really seems to know. But it seems like the dad just kind of had that set up for whatever reason. and then he kind of freaked out about it, got defensive about it, and denied all involvement.

But, yeah, I really don't have any more theories about this. I read through a lot of the other comments, and a lot of them aren't really not notable with kind of mundane theories. But this was a very weird thread and possibly terrifying, because if it was someone frogging and living in the O.P.'s house without them knowing, that is terrifying. But with the way the dad's acting, very weird. I just don't know. It seems like everyone's acting very weird in the situation and I don't

know who to believe. So what do you guys think? Help. Is my Airbnb haunted or am I being watched? I travel most months out of the year and I just landed last night in Lima, Peru for an extended stay. I got a pretty fancy Airbnb in a nice location on the ocean. It had really great reviews and I've already paid $750 for this month to stay here. It is an apartment with a main room with two tables in it on opposite sides of the room, a bedroom with a locking door and a bathroom which you can only access through the bedroom. It also has a balcony with a sliding door that leads into the main room that can be locked. I arrived last night and some weird things have started to happen since I got here.

When I came in the apartment after my run this morning, I locked the door and I set the keys on the counter. I 100% remember doing this. I then left my shoes in the main room and smoked a cigar in my kitchen. I lit my cigar with my personalized lighter that I carry with me everywhere. I then went and took a 20-minute shower.

Then, weird thing number one happened. When I came back to the main room, from my shower, I went to get my lighter and it was gone. I looked everywhere for it, but I was really confused because I know I left it on table one. After looking everywhere, I finally found it on the other side of the room on table number two, which I haven't even sat down at since coming to this apartment. I thought it was super weird, but I tried not to freak myself out over it. Then, weird thing number two happened. I then went to get my keys so that I could go get some food. I go to the kitchen counter and they are gone. This in conjunction with the moved

lighter starts to freak me out so I look literally everywhere. I turned the entire apartment upside down. I looked in the refrigerator. I took apart the bed. I went through every pair of clothing I had and I even looked under the trash bag in the trash can. I looked everywhere and nothing. I couldn't find them. Weird thing number three. I started to get a bit paranoid but I'm still hungry so I go to put my shoes on so I can get food and there is a razor blade in one of my shoes. I do not just own straight up razor blades. There are are no razor blades that I know of in this apartment. Where the F did this razor blade come from?

So now I start to freak out, and I call my friend and go on my balcony and talk to him for like 15 minutes and explain what's going on. He tells me to start looking through my apartment for cameras, etc. I start pulling the place apart, looking at all the wall decorations, etc. I'm doing this for about 10 minutes before I get to the kitchen and my fucking keys are back on the counter. What is going on? My friend thinks someone might be somehow watching me either by a camera or double-sided glass or something and is trying to mess with me or threaten me. I also am worried about that or wondering if my apartment is somehow haunted.

How do I figure out what's going on? I feel unsafe, but at the same time, I paid 750,000. I paid $750 for this apartment, and I doubt I will get it back if I leave now. How do I figure out if someone is watching me or breaking into my apartment? Any advice is appreciated. Thank you. And edit. For those asking if I'm high, I don't do drugs, so that's unlikely. As for the carbon monoxide theory, I sent a photo of the razor to my friend, and they can definitely see it so I don't think it's a hallucination. Edit 2. I'm in the process of contacting Airbnb to try and get my money back and in somewhere new. Thanks guys. And now let's get into some of the top comments. Someone says leave now. Your life is worth more than $750 and I'm sure that Airbnb will refund you

if you tell them there was a break in. I would agree with that. Your life is always worth more than any amount of money. Someone else says, yeah, I would get into another airman. Airbnb tonight and try to get your money back in the coming days. It's not worth risking your safety and or sanity over it. Someone and then the OP says, that's honestly what I'm leaning towards. And then someone else says, take a look at the reviews left by previous tenants. Also, definitely report it to the owners. I'm Peruvian and can't say what you're experiencing is a common occurrence. Someone else says, can you leave your laptop open with the camera on and facing your keys and or whatever else, have somebody watch it, then do something that seems like it would trigger the

weirdness, like taking a shower. The friend watching can let you know if anything moves or if anybody enters. And yeah, I agree with that. And then someone else says, question, the shoes that had the razor blade in them, were those the same shoes you went running in? Also, I have a theory. I was kind of thinking this sounds like someone may have been watching and waiting on your foot to get badly hurt by the razor blade so that you couldn't easily escape i'm truly glad you did decide to go somewhere else and are now safe someone else says holy shit that's a terrifying thought op please update someone else says somebody is there if you are by yourself be careful as a foreigner and a woman things are much less safe for you lima is a beautiful place but it has its issues and there's a lot um yeah very sketchy and uh

The OP then gives us an update saying, I spent the night at a different hotel and I'm currently trying to get my money back and find a new Airbnb. Thank you guys so much for all of your advice and concern. And that's the last we've ever heard from OP, which is honestly very upsetting because this is a perfect story to have an update for.

But yeah, we got no update on what happened to the OP or what was going on with the Airbnb. What do you guys think? Do you think it really was somebody, you know, messing with the O.P. Or coming in and out of the apartment. I mean, I don't think so because it's like, how could they, you know, how could somebody go into your apartment within five minutes, move your keys, go back out without being

detected? That seems very risky. And also, I mean, I just usually shy away from the paranormal theory. It seems impossible or impossible. But who knows? It's very creepy scenario. But luckily, the O.P got out of the Airbnb. into a hotel and is hopefully safe.

What are your guys' theories? Found a camera pointed into my bathroom window. What the fuck do I do? What are the chances of having two camera stories back to back? I know I put these scripts together, but still, that's a little bit weird. Anyways, it was posted on R slash two hot takes, and the post reads as follows.

Self-explanatory title and throw away account for reasons. Copy-pacing from legal advice just for more thoughts and added a little bit more information. Long-time follower of THT from my main account. Yesterday, while I was in my shower, I noticed what looked like a trail camera, pointed into my bathroom through the small window over the shower.

I usually have a pretty good situational awareness, so there's no way it had been there more than a few days. The more that I think about it, though, I typically shower at night, so I probably wouldn't have noticed it in the dark. I freaked out, called a friend to confirm that I wasn't going crazy, and that they saw what I saw, and then called the cops through the non-emergency number.

The detective came by within 20 minutes, took a look and said, yep, that's a trail camera. He took pictures of it, took it down, and took it in for evidence. He said it looked cellular enabled, but it didn't look like it was on, didn't have an SD card in it,

and that maybe the battery had died. And I feel so uncomfortable and unsafe in my own home now, which is so crazy to me because this is such a safe neighborhood. I've already made a trip to the store to get frosted window film and got more security cameras for the outside of my home. I checked the cameras I already had. And of course, this area of my yard is just out of view and nothing odd was caught on the camera within the last 30 days,

just my kids on the trampoline. The eye seen on the cake, the tree it was attached to is in my fence backyard. And to make it even better, read worse, I went to install the window film and clean the inside of the window. It was extra clear. And I looked closer. There were streaks on the outside of the window where whoever this was cleaned the window. I've lived here for a year and a half and I can guarantee I've never cleaned the window. the outside of my windows. I've been suggested to ask my neighbors if their cameras have picked up

anything suspicious, but I worry about causing a stir and messing up an investigation if it was one of them. Everyone around me knows that I'm a single mom of two kids. The whole thing feels very targeted and makes me so uncomfortable. So what the fuck do I do now? If they find out who did it, do I have any recourse? Can I sue? Restraining order? Shoot, what are the odds that? the cops even find out who did it. Also, I can't just move. I own it in this market would be upside down in my mortgage. And yeah, sounds like the OP is in a, obviously panicked because I would as well.

But let's get into some of the top comments. Someone says, also, check your neighborhood S offender records. It might be the first time he's done this, but I doubt. Another commenter said, follow up at the cops constantly in person, unless you're in. a one-horse town where nothing ever happens. They will have more serious cases to them. Someone is targeting you or your kids. You want them identified and stopped before they escalate further. Did the cops ask you if any neighbors had cameras or if you had any idea who might have targeted

you? Do not be the nice girl and dismiss people's weird behavior. This is the safety of you and your kids we're talking about. Tell the cops about any strange interactions you've had or that your kids might have mentioned. You know who they are. Trust yourself. If the cops didn't ask you about neighbors who have cameras, tell them. Tell the cops about anyone who did work in your house recently, even if it's the regular service person. You can buy window slash door sensors that send alerts and or alarms when the window slash doors opened. Check all your windows to make sure they lock securely, including the windows on upper floors. Get your own cameras. Interior and exterior.

If they find out who did it, you can help put them in jail. So the window is in your fence back yard. Is it easily visible from the ground? Did it take a ladder or stool to reach unless someone is really tall? Or is it something you'd only really know about from the inside of the house? Is it obvious it is a bathroom window from the outside? Look, unfortunately, what I'm getting at is it seems plausible that the person who did it knows the layout of the house.

You have babysitters for the kiddos? Do they ever invite guests over while they're there? How long have you lived there? Maybe someone who knew the previous owners? I do not own a gun. If you choose to, get whatever permits are required where you live. Make sure you know how to clean it, maintain it, and practice with it regularly. Including getting it out of the lockbox, hiding place, and loading it.

For my own self-defense at home, I keep my ice axe by my bed. Used it for hiking slash mountaineering. It's carbon fiber. I can wield it effectively with one hand. and it certainly takes chunks out of ice, and I like small CO2 fire extinguishers. You should have extinguishers in every room in your home, and because they're a common household item, most people pay them no mind. Spray them in the face, then swing it at their head. I also have gel pepper spray, but that's usually for when I'm out and about. You can take the girl

out of the Detroit, but you can't take the Detroit out of the girl. You totally don't need to answer the questions, just giving you some things to think about while you do your safety. planning and figure out what next steps you can take for your family safety. If the kids want a dog and you already have a fencing yard, heading to the local animal shelter could work in your favor if you can take on that responsibility. And then the OPE here applies this saying, this is phenomenal advice. Thank you. As a certified people pleaser, I was nice when talking to the detective and didn't dime out any neighbors, but there's definitely one, maybe two, that teet of the line between neighborly and

creepy that I should probably mention. The main one that I'm thinking of has never been inside my house, but he has helped with a bunch of external work when I've been outside fixing things or working on my lawn, etc. Nearly all of it has been done without me asking for help. And I've never been able to decide if he was doing it because he was just neighborly, or if he was doing it because he finds me attractive, but I also don't want to cause offense if he had nothing to do with it. I hate myself for that way of thinking. He definitely zeroed in on me the first. I moved in and introduced myself. But there were several neighbors that kind of did that, so I thought maybe that was some kind of small town type of deal. The window is visible from the ground, but in order

to see it, you'd have to be on a stepstool slash ladder and be squished in between this tree in my house. It's a pretty tight squeeze. And of course, it was the only window in my house without blinds or a covering. The detective needed to use my ladder to cut the camera down, and he was a pretty tall dude. Now that I think about it, though, my next-door neighbor recently replaced the stretch of shared fence. It was him and some buddies that worked on it. I was totally fine with it,

saved me several hundred dollars, but that did leave these people with unbridled access to my yard for a bit. My cameras didn't pick them up walking to where my window is, but also, for some reason, my camera was adjusted out of its normal viewing angle when I pulled it up for the police to look at, like someone had moved it. Could just be a coincidence, but I don't like it regardless.

I don't want to feel like I bother to the police and really only gave them a two-line statement, but I'll shoot this guy in email and give him more. He told me to send over any suspicious camera footage if I find any, so I'm sure extra details will be helpful. Man, this sucks. And then the OP gave us an update about a day later. in the post reads as follows. At the suggestion of many, I emailed the detective and provided the additional details about the neighbors,

the people working in the fence, the moved camera, and the wiped outside of the window, and anything else I could remember that might help. I also brought up my concerns about the kids being targeted because it is the main bathroom that we all share. He followed up with me really quickly. Thanked me for the info and said it's really common to be overwhelmed at first and not provide many details. Not sure if this was only said to make me feel better. He also let me know that he was working on a search warrant for the SIM card to the camera. He said it could take a couple days to get,

but I would be notified immediately if there was any pictures of me or the kids. Or if there's any other information he has to give me. He also gave me a few safety tips, similar to those that the sub-right has given me, and said to avoid putting anything on the HOA page for now. Incidentally, shortly after hearing back from the detective, my next door neighbor and the other, overly helpful neighbor, came through the side gate while the kids were splashing around in their blown-up pool. I about jumped out of my skin when the gate launched open. There was no heads up or anything before just coming in. Next door neighbor said, oh shit, sorry, didn't mean to scare you.

We knocked on your door and then assumed you guys were back here. They had an air compressor and a nail gun in tow and said, we just needed to fix a few loose boards from when we fix the fence. Should only take a few seconds. There really were a couple of boards that weren't fully attached and since my next door neighbor had fun in the entire shared fence repair, I let them fix it and they left. They were there for all the five minutes, tops,

and didn't do a single thing except for fixed defense boards. But still, the timing felt really weird. Could it have been legit? Possibly. Could it have been an excuse just to be my values? backyard? Also possibly. Before I get crucified for poor decisions, the gate now has a padlock. I looked up the offender registry and didn't find any nearby. My town has an ordinance that prohibits them from residing within a half mile radius of a school or a park, and we have a ton of

parks, which essentially leaves a very small pocket several miles away that someone with that kind of record could live. I did also look up arrest records for my neighbors, which was also uneventful. One neighbor has a super minor arrest from like 15 years ago, but guess which neighbor has several arrests to include a handful of DV charges. If you guessed overly helpful neighbor guy, you'd be right. I didn't see any convictions, but I'm newer to the state and also don't know where to look to find them, but the county has arrest records readily available. Thank you to everyone who talks some sensitive to me about not worrying about being a bother to the police and not be nice. My certified people pleasing ways don't fit a situation as serious as this.

I'm going to keep a pulse on the detective to make sure that they're still actively working on the case and be extra vigilant about our surroundings. My new cameras will be installed in the morning and I've already added a few things to the house that keep us more safe. Unless something really crazy happens, which I'm seriously hoping it doesn't, this will probably be my last update until we find out who did it. And then some relevant comments under this update. Someone said, I hope you updated the detective about all of this. You have a prime suspect and evidence is piling up. At some point, they might even be able to search his house. Stay strong. You've got this. Another person said, stay safe and stay alert. I'm glad that you informed the detective about the

info you remembered, even when you thought they were not significant or important, because every little detail is important. And to be honest, in the first moment, people do forget about previous possible important information. Hours later, once the adrenaline calms down, you have a lightning bolt of information rushing in. So the detective didn't just say it to the make you feel better. He knows this can happen and was hoping you remembered something a little later and would inform him. You do need to let the detective know about them just walking into the backyard like that. Big hugs. I hope the detective gets the warrant for the SIM card. Another person says, report both of them entering your yard without your permission.

The two of them might be involved in this entire situation, and the detective needs to know because maybe the sim or evidence is also with the other neighbor. I hope you will be safe. Another person said, Yes, they are both top suspects. The I will pay for the entire fence scenario screams of trying to cover up creepiness with, see what a good guy I am. And to be honest, that final one seems very speculative.

I mean, there are just good people out there. I don't like when people on the Reddit comments just kind of jump to the worst conclusion because, I mean, this guy could just be innocent. He could just be like a neighborly guy. And in kind of this whole situation, he kind of looks like a creep, but maybe he isn't a creep. Maybe he has some creep tendencies, but maybe he didn't set up the camera. I don't like to instantly just go to, oh, he's doing everything out of, you know, trying to cover up that he's a creek. I just don't think that's that's truthful.

But after this, the OP deleted their account and never gave us an update. So we don't know what happened. I would assume that like the police were like, hey, don't be posting this. Don't post an ongoing investigation on Reddit. I assume that's probably what they did and they deleted the account. But I don't know. Hopefully the OPs are right. And hopefully their family's all right.

And I wonder what they found on the camera. Because if they found pictures of the O.P. in the shower or something that is crazy creepy and I just wonder who set the camera up. I don't know, very creepy scenario. On to the next one. I have two weeks to get away from my husband. Originally posted to R slash off my chest,

originally posted on April 27th, 2024. Throwaway account as my husband and in-laws are following my main account. I, 29 female, have been married to my husband 30 male who I'll call Alex. Alex and I met in college during our freshman year. We started off as just friends and got married seven months ago. I've gone along with his family, but we aren't super close, but we're friendly enough. The problem is that Alex has begun to make me incredibly uncomfortable. Firstly, he's begun to ask me who I'm meeting with, where, what we plan on

doing, how long every single time I leave the house without him. At first, I just thought he was being protective and a good partner just in case something happened. But then he started checking my phone after the visits. Vetting and researching each of my friends as well. He also has been pursuing me to link my bank account to his, as he's in charge of the finances when he was perfectly fine with keeping them separate before. We fight about it almost every day. Finally, yesterday, when he was preparing to go on a work trip for two weeks in California,

He demanded I wear a tracker so he could keep an eye on me while he's gone. I can't do this anymore. I feel like I'm suffocating, and his family who I've spoken to about his worrying behavior, just said he's being careful and protective as a good husband should. I need to gather my things together and find a way to be gone before he gets home without tipping him over. He's always threatened that if he ever found me cheating on him, he'd turn in divorce papers the same day.

He keeps a filled out copying his. his desk, I'm going to submit those the day I leave, but there's so much to do. Begin finding a new place to live, seeing if my job has any transfers available, packing and moving in two weeks, his return flight, May 11th, so I need to move quickly. I'm posting here because I don't have any close family, and I can't risk dragging my friends into this as we share the same friends. I just needed a place event and ask if anyone has any advice on the easiest and safest way to do this.

Edit, oh my God, you guys are amazing. I never even thought to not use his divorce papers. I'll check for cameras before I start any packaging or prepping. I may also shred his divorce papers just in case and look into getting a lawyer for myself. I'm in no-fault divorce state. That much I so remember, which will help. I'll update again when I know more. The tracker he wants me to use is a small clip to put on my belt or waistband.

I'll wear it unless I'm going or doing something related to me leaving. No pets yet, thankfully. And then the OP gives us an update on April 28, 2024. The update reads as follows. So I've gotten a lot of support and helpful advice, along with questions I thought I should clarify before I proceed with the update. Some asked why I'd be hiding things from Alex regarding going out and who I'm meeting with. I don't, and I have nothing to hide.

However, when he begins to then double-check everything I tell him with the other people there, right down to each person I talked to and what I said. Did I send any text messages? Did I order food? How much did I eat? That's when it started to feel like I was slowly being pushed into a corner. It didn't start that bad, but gradually grew worse over time. All of the Reddit subs my in-laws families are a part of related gardening and DIY,

so I highly doubt they'll see this. If so, by the time they do, I'll hopefully be gone. I talked to my job and explain things to my manager, and they promised to look into openings in other states to see if they could get me into one. They'll have an update on that in three days. I trust that my bank account is secured, considering he's tried to get into it before and failed. I found one camera in the kitchen, another in the living room, and one in our bedroom. As such, I've left them in place for now and done all other planning, either in the bathroom

pretending I'm taking a bath. I'm honestly staying away from the domestic violence services, as my sister-in-law is unfortunately higher up in those considering she volunteers there, and I have a feeling if I did show up there, they wouldn't know in a heartbeat. I can't look for apartments until I get the update for my work, but either or I'm still going to be leaving the state. The day before I do, I will be changing my number carrier and wiping my laptop and all of his electronics before I do. I've met with two lawyers so far and had them look over the paperwork. My husband had repaired and both said that it did have some clauses in it. That could have caused me some trouble down the line. What alarmed all of us

closed the fact that several of the clauses dealt with future children and not as a hypothetical. Like several hair suggested, I have a feeling he fully intended on getting me pregnant to keep me trapped and tied to him. There are three other locations. My job could send me to and I have. As a precaution, begun looking into all three cities and housing in the areas, just in case one of those, this is the one they send me to. Even if they don't have an opening, then they can push me into, then I will just have to quit,

move, and figure things out on my own. I have enough money to live and survive for a few months until I can pick up another job. Unfortunately, all of my friends are mutuals and would likely be unaware of the consequences of saying or sharing anything I do or say with my husband. I don't have any surviving close family,

and obviously my in-laws are not a good resource to rely on. I am on my own, unfortunately. other than the wonderful bonds I've begun to make here, I will update again if I get more information or something else happens. Otherwise, I'll update when I work gets back to me. I do plan on leaving before he returns, though, just to make sure that I'm not anywhere near here at that time. Update 2. April 30, 2024. Good news. My work has an opening I qualify for that will not only shift me across the country, but also comes with a salary increase as well. I've started telling my in-laws and friends that I'm planning a surprise outing for when my husband gets back for

just the two of us. This way, people don't give me odd looks if they see me out and about. I've even gone as far as asking mother-in-law to show me his favorite recipes. Meanwhile, I found a moving company that, while small, is willing to work in a storm. The reason is in five days, we're supposed to get hit with a large stormfront. I plan to shut off the breaker and say we'll like, master power if he asks just as several people here suggested and even send him a short clip of the storm i will have all of my stuff moved that afternoon and i will be flying out once the weather has cleared enough to do so i have a lawyer who will push my divorce through and i filed out the necessary paperwork so that i don't have to be here for it i'm not suing for assets or alimony and i've shredded

his divorce papers as well i've set up a cheap pay phone plan through cricket until this is all said and done at which point I will find a new carrier, number, and phone. This one is being wiped and left behind. My laptop is provided by my work, and the IT department inspected it thoroughly, and it was clean, thankfully. No other electronic aside from my laptop, and new phone will be coming with me. If Alex needs to talk to me, he can do it through my lawyer. Not sure if anything else will happen, my fingers are crossed that he doesn't think anything's amiss

until after I leave. And I'm not turning the breaker back on when I do. He can when he gets home. My work is covering the plane ticket, so that at least is one expense I don't have to finangle in. Update 3. Posted on May 7, 2024. I have two weeks to get away from my husband. It's been a busy week, but I've gotten so much done. Firstly, I am now out of the house and am currently in a hotel while I look for an apartment. It's a big city. bustling with people no matter where you look. We had a pretty bad storm system hit back home that actually lasted two days. high winds, thunder, lightning, and even hail everywhere. I didn't take much from the house,

my documents, clothes, and important sentimental items. I left all the furniture and electronics behind. I cleaned the house top to bottom and took pictures on my phone so he couldn't claim I damaged anything when I left. My lawyer has already started divorced proceedings and my husband will be served on the 8th. His plane is due to land early morning and the sheriff will be there at the house waiting for him. He is very much about public appearances and reputation. My lawyer will be calling him out as well to inform him that I am more than willing to air out everything to the public about his actions if it means securing my freedom from him.

I will go to court as long as I must to get this pushed through. I haven't told our friends or his in-laws yet. I will do that while he was on the flight to prevent him from getting wind of it before he's handed the divorce papers. I'll be calling around and explaining why we're getting divorced to try and prevent him from twisting this into somehow being my fault. I don't want him trying to claim I had an affair or something, so I want to get the truth out before he can twist this.

I'm doing okay. I'm tired, but yet I feel almost jittery and off-kilter. I keep looking over my shoulder and monitoring what I say even when I don't really need to anymore. Hopefully that will fade soon. My work is covering the cost of the hotel, and I'm working on getting my other things in order. I also need to find a new GP as I want to get a full test just to make sure everything is okay.

I don't know when my next update will be, probably when the divorce papers are filed, or if we have to go to court to push them through. I'll try to keep my head up, but it feels like I'm in a whirlwind of something with so many things to do and think about. I kind of thought it would be easier once I got out of the house, but while the fear is smaller, somehow the number of tasks only seems to have grown. and then the OP makes a fourth update, and this is the final update. Posted on May 14th, 2024. Sorry, I haven't updated for a while.

Things got hectic and a bit chaotic, honestly. Firstly, I'm working on getting an apartment still and have applications in at three different places and we'll hopefully hear back from them soon. I'm still going into work here at the new location, so I don't have to worry about burning through my emergency savings completely. I've gotten a lot of emails from Alex, his family, and our old group of friends asking question after question. I have only sent one return email to Alex,

explaining that I don't believe we are truly compatible, and it is best we separate now. That as treatment of me when I'd done nothing to deserve as such was just as much of a deal breaker as cheating was for him. I ended the email with the statement that I would not be contacting him further, and anything else he needed to pass on to me or vice versa would be done through my lawyer. For his friends and family, I just typed up one email outlining everything that had happened

and why I left. I told him that I wished them no ill will, but that such treatment of his wife and partner was not acceptable. That should Alex get remarried in the future, I wish they would help support both partners and not just Alex. Alex, from what my lawyer told me, was livid when he was served. The sheriff actually ended up booking him for assault on an officer and menacing due to the threats he was shouting. His father bailed him out in a few hours, but with the testimony of the sheriff, my lawyer believes I have a very good chance at getting a restraining order. Alex, upon returning to the house, apparently lost his temper again, breaking the dining table into pieces, as well as the TV, and putting several holes in the walls. At least, that's what one of the emails

from one of our friends reported as Alex called him to help him clean up the mess. My lawyer already has pictures of the house I took with timestamps as evidence, nothing had been damaged by me. My friend reported that Alex tried to claim I'd been in the one to trash the house, but the holes in the wall were at head height. Alex's 6.3 and I'm 5'4, so he knew that was false. Either way, taking the pictures definitely will help me, so again thank you for everyone here for the advice because I never would have thought of that on my own. My work won't share details of where I am, as I do work with some higher-end clientele, who value security, and that information won't be gossiped about and no. I'm not some stripper

or escort. I deal with contracts, notary, and business management. As such, even if Alex tried to use my work to find me, he wouldn't succeed. And that was the final update from OP, and this is just a good lesson. If you are in a relationship where things are not going great or, you know, your partner is abusive in some sort of way, you can get out of it. You're not stuck in it, and you can't get out of it and improve your life. And yeah, it's scary. Luckily, the OP, you know, got out, all right. And hopefully the divorce went quick and they are now separated.

But yeah, scary stuff. On to the next one. I just heard a phone notification in the bathroom while showering alone. Originally posted to R-slash relationship advice. The post reads as follows. So my fiance and I have been together for four years. Engaged for one. I was taking a relaxing bath this evening to enjoy the silence and let the bathroom fan drown out all the outside noise. My phone was on silent. I wasn't wearing earbuds. I'm deep in a meditative state in the bath when I'm jarred by a phone text or email notification sound.

Clear as day coming from inside the bathroom. I got up immediately like, what the fuck? I checked my phone. even though I knew it was on silent and there were no notifications. So I'm kind of worried at this point and just feel a sinking in my stomach so I get dressed and look through every crevice, box, cabinet, drawer, and plumbing fixture in the bathroom to find nothing. I know for a fact I did not just hear it in my brain. It was a distinct android, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo, which we don't have any androids. Before anyone asks, yes, I checked my carbon monoxide levels, L.O.L. fine. I have no mental illnesses. My question is, what do I do? Do I even bring this up to my fiancee?

I sound crazy and don't want to be accusatory, but my first thought was a second phone hidden by him in the bathroom. Oh, I didn't expect it to take that turn. I couldn't imagine he could ever cheat, but you can never be too vigilant when something random and unexpected like this happens. Okay, interesting. Should I just wait and see if anything happens? I'm not going to lie, I'm a little paranoid, And I've been convincing myself I manifested the noise, but I know in my gut it was real. Where else would I even look, though? And then some top comments on this post read it as follows. Someone comments, I don't get it.

And then the OPE responds saying, okay, imagine you are alone. In the bath. And hear a notification very close by in the room when nobody has left their phone there. And it's not your phone making the noise. And you look to see where the noise came from and don't find anything. What do you do next? And hopefully that answers your guys' question. If you are saying the same thing, is that commenter saying, I don't get it.

I mean, imagine how creepy it would be if you don't know where a phone notification is coming from. I mean, could it be someone inside your house, like outside your door, like listening to you bathe or something? Or is it a hidden phone by the fiancé? There's a lot of theories. And I'd be freaked out as well. Another commenter said, I'd assume I imagined it. Just like when I feel a phantom vibration. pocket. And then the OPE replied saying, that's what I'm trying to play it off as. It was just

very distinct and not quiet. Also, not a notification sound I'm familiar with, so I really truly feel like I didn't randomly hear a notification that I've heard like two other times in my life. Another commenter said, did he hear it? And I guess the commenter is referring to her fiancee. And then the OPE replies saying, no, he wasn't home at the time. I just checked the vents and see nothing. I've never heard any neighbors through my bathroom before. And then someone else says, probably nothing. And the Opie says, I guess. And then we get an update three days later. And the post reads as follows. My first post didn't get a ton of activity, but I was made to feel like a crazy person by most people. And for some reason, some of my comments were either deleted

or just didn't appear on any post. Anyways, I did not talk to my fiancee about it because I found the phone before he got home. Yeah, I tore the bathroom apart again like a madman, but this time I checked behind the toilet tank between the wall. We have about a two inch gap. And mounted on the back of the tank was one of those $1 Timu holder things that you peel off and stick on something to hold items. The phone was placed inside of that sticky mounted thing. Definitely not my phone. And obviously was meticulously placed there. Well, my My fiance and I broke up. The password was the same as his computer that we share so I unlocked it while trying to

stifle an anxiety attack and found Snapchat conversations with at least three different women. Wow. The notification sound I heard lined up with a most recent snap sent to him of a woman's bare parts asking when he can come do stuff again. In a rage, I smashed the phone and texted my fiance. to come home immediately. He came home and already looked pale like he knew. I asked him how long this has been going on,

and he refused to answer anything. I told him to pack his crap and leave. As he walks out with his backpack, I hear a mutter. I knew I forgot to silence it. So yeah, I wasn't crazy. I actually heard a notification, and he was fucking cheating. Now, my whole world is upside down, and I don't know where to go from here.

I just can't believe that. this. I fell asleep, crying, and woke up in a daze, feeling like everything was normal until I remembered. So, not a very fun update. Sorry. And then let's get into some of the top comments on this. Someone says, A, get a full SCD panel done. B, look at the bright side. Found out before the wedding and children. True. C. You didn't marry this clown. It'll sting for a bit, but be a blessing in disguise. And yeah, I agree with that commenter. This was a total blessing in disguise because, yeah, imagine she got married and then found out when they were married and then have to go through a whole divorce. Like, that is much more messy than just breaking up.

Another commenter says, who goes through the trouble of cheating via an extra phone, but then leaves the sound on and uses the same password he shares with his partner? Another commenter said, an idiot or just a very confident man with a very inflated ego. Another one says, So he probably keeps it there because he used it when he was in the bathroom. Otherwise, there'd be a much better place to keep it hidden. Mm, true. And then the OPEs says, that's exactly what I think happened. He did take really long showers sometimes two to three times a day.

Oh my gosh, that is so heart-wrenching. I can't imagine. I feel so bad for the O.P. Another commenter says, okay, that was already very weird. so he wasted a lot of water that was just running while he texted chicks on Snap and then the OP replies saying

well apparently it was the perfect spot to hide a phone because stuff dated back almost a year fucking wish it was fake seriously and that's the last we heard from OP oh man that is a that is a heart-wrenching post I can't imagine finding out my fiance did that especially before

I mean fiancee I mean I don't know when they were going to get married but still, like, that is, that's crazy. I mean, at first, the OP thought they were going crazy, and then, like, what a turn of the events to find his phone hidden on a mount behind the toilet. That is a crazy-ass story. I just wish the best for OPE because that is truly horrifying and horrible. I feel so bad for her, and hopefully this guy gets what he deserves.

Carmel will get him. But, yeah, that is a horrible thing, but, yeah, I guess look on the bright side. he you know they didn't get married and have to go through a divorce and I do agree with getting an STD thing I mean who knows if he went and saw these girls or if he only was doing it online yeah I don't know

I wonder if the OPA ever talked to her fiance again I mean I assume they did but yeah crazy ass story I found a key and extra mat under my dormat that I didn't put there some context about a month ago I was supposed to go on a trip and I had a friend coming to feed my cat.

But they were busy, so I was just going to put the key under my mat until they got off of work. Not super smart, I know, but it wasn't a long time and I have a security system. In my complex, the front doors lead directly outside rather than into a hallway. When I pulled up my mat, I found a second door mat in what looks like a car key that both aren't mine underneath. There isn't a brand on it. It looks like a spare to me, but it's definitely a car key. Now, I want to add a detail that I think is relevant. I was robbed about six months ago.

While they have caught the guy, he also is facing a bunch of auto theft charges. I'm wondering if, A, this is connected and I should call the prosecutor. They send me info about hearings all the time, as his trial is an old. over yet, B, someone tagged me or C, something that I haven't thought of yet. Sorry, this was lengthy. I just felt that the robbery may have something to do with it. So I included it. And now let's get into some of the comments. Someone says, it definitely wouldn't hurt to call and provide the information. They can decide what to do with it. I was also a victim of theft. Sorry, it happened to you. The OP then responded saying,

I'm starting to hear that about you, and I plan on calling them after the weekend. Thank you. Someone else says, why a second door mat? That's odd. And the OPE said, that's what I thought too. It's just a plain black mat. Nothing special. Someone else says, Alco keys are blanks used to make new keys.

Doesn't matter that it has the black part, which looks like a car key. That's just the only blank the thief with locksmithing experience has. the extra mat is used to try and deter you from feeling the key and a reminder for the thief. Examine the key closely and look to see if the ridges and grooves are completed or have started but not been completed. Then compare those ridges to your house key. Key blanks come in different sizes and shapes even before they are cut. Even if the ridges and grooves don't exactly match your key, It could just mean the shaping is not complete, which would explain leaving it so a junkie won't forget which house it goes to.

Apartment complex keys will have different ridges and grooves, but use the same numbered blank for all the keys. If the width, length, and horizontal groove of the Aalco match your home key, then this is precisely why it's there underneath the secondary mat, which was used to deter you from filling the key as a reminder. for the thief. If you can change your own locks to use a key that does not match the dimensions of the standard of key for the rest of the units, that thief will know what blank to obtain. What you'd want is a longer, bigger key to reduce the chances of blanks being able to engage the pins. If the alcohol key is longer and thicker than your door key, but the horizontal ridgeline matches, it can still be used to open your door if shaped correctly. Damn, that was like a lock picking lawyer almost. he really was read up on lock picking, a little bit suspicious, but we're not pointing fingers here, but someone else says,

that's a real brain teaser. The only thing that I can think of doesn't really fit, but I'll say it anyway because it might give someone else an idea. On Better Call Saul, Mike once put a piece of carbon paper under his door mat so that when he got home from work, he could see if anyone had walked through his front door while he was away. And then the Opie responded saying,

that's actually insane now that I think about it. When I was robbed, I'd only be gone for 15 to 20 minutes. I figured they had been looking in from a broken blind, but this is really interesting to think about. And then the OP gives us an update four years later. Someone made a comment on the thread saying, Hey man, I'm so curious. Did you ever figure this out or get a better idea

of what was with the key and extra, door mat and sadly the OP said this. Not really. I personally think it was the guy who robbed me six months prior and it was never retrieved because he was arrested about three months prior to me finding the key. The complex I lived in at the time was very large and identical so it was easy to get lost in there if he weren't paying attention. I think he left it intending to come back and steal a car, maybe mine, but he got locked up and couldn't afford bail. He was eventually sentenced to five years and seems to be serving the full sentence per my victim notifications. He had a long history of theft slash car theft and drug charges as it was

and many comments told me this was a blank car key often used to do that very thing. So I moved out of there as soon as my lease was up. Thanks for asking. kind stranger. And so we never really got an answer, but that seems like a good assumption that the OP made. This guy was trying to steal his car, get access to his house,

got arrested, couldn't then get the blank key, and the OP then finds it. But very unsettling and honestly terrifying because what would have happened if the guy didn't get arrested? He could have easily came back, robbed the OP,

and who knows if it would have been an aggravated robbery, if the O.P.'s in the house and who knows. I mean, steal the car. That's all horrible, all scary. But luckily the guy got locked away and hopefully the OPE is in a better area now and safe and all that stuff. But very weird thread. Help deciphering a letter. Someone left this creepy doll in a coated letter on a bench in our area. Any idea what the letter says? If this is the wrong place to post this, I'm sure someone will let me know. Here's a link to the images.

And that is a scary paragraph, but let's get into the picture. So in the picture, we can see a doll. I mean, you can see like the foot and hand of the doll. That's creepy enough. And then we see this very cryptic and weird note. And it's to be to me, it's undecipherable. I mean, it's just a bunch of random letters and like kind of seems. And the structuring of.

sentence but not really it has a big letter there could this be a language that people speak sure but i don't recognize it but let's get into the thread and people made quick action to this and actually deciphered it which is pretty crazy someone posted this in the comment saying here is my translation for you dear emma never have i wanted to murder someone more than you right now And that's saying something. If the purge happened, you'd be the first to die by my hands. I'd love to shoot your face and tear your legs off and cook them and eat them. Then cut Charlie would be Sen.

I would eat him, though. He's too much of a dirty fat ass. You'd be good to eat, though. Not too fat, but not too skinny. Nice and clean, all good stuff. There are so many things to do with a dead animal. I actually have. And then the commenter says it's a simple substitution cipher.

And I'm frankly just amazed that the commenters did that. And they make a edit too, saying, I've received a couple of messages from users who say they're friends of O.P. With a second page of this document. And I'm posting my message in translation here. This is the translation of pages you sent me and I'm concerned that someone might be in serious need of psychological help. Page 2.

A whole plan. I want to break into your house. Kill your family. All while wearing gloves, of course, and bring their bodies home and cook them and eat them. And of course, if I got caught, I'd commit S word. And this is genuinely so terrifying. Like, just reading this and just gave me goosebumps.

because it's like, I mean, it's not just a note. It's a cryptic, it's a cryptic note handwritten, and it says that. That is terrifying. I want to break into your house, kill your family, and eat them. That is so terrifying. And it's, it's coded in this weird sort of cipher. I mean, I'm kind of at a loss of words because it's so, that is so disturbing to me and so terrifying. And people then say, good Lord, I hope O.P. calls the cops.

Prank or not, that's messed up. Good job on deciphering. And then someone says, even if it's a prank, the person who wrote it needs to throw that shit like this isn't funny. I agree. If this is a prank, that person needs help. And, yeah, God, that is just so scary. And then the OP makes a comment saying, Wow, thank you everyone.

I've been away from my phone, so seeing this translated is a bit disturbing. I guess I could report this so they have it on file. Most likely just a teen pulling a prank, but you never know. Thank you, RBI community. You have come through once again. And I mean, I feel like the OP is being very lax about this.

Like, they're just, oh, it could be a teen pulling a prank. if that happened to me and I post this on Reddit and post the note on Reddit and it says the things it said I'm going to kill you, I'm going to eat you, I'm going to kill your entire family. I would have just be like, oh, you know, teens, they do that. Ah, you know, kids these days.

I would be mortified and call the cops right away, leave my house, get my kids, get my significant other, whatever, get the fuck out of there. How is the O.P. so relaxed about, oh, yeah, I guess I should report this so the police have it on file. I guess I should get to it at some point. Like, what? I mean, that seems very crazy to me how the O.P. was so relaxed about this.

And that is just so scary. And then there's an update to the post saying O.P., who originally posted it on Next Door, has reported to the police. We have no idea on anything else or who Emma is. Thank you everyone for your quick work. The Reddit community is amazing. And we haven't heard anything else about this since. So I guess it could have been a teen pulling a prank,

but like I said, better be safe than sorry. All I know is if I got a cryptic letter with a bunch of ciphers on it and then once decoded said, I'm going to eat you. I'd be like, oh, okay, cool. I'm getting the fuck out of here and calling the police,

going to the police station. But very scary post, terrifying. I mean, I got goosebumps just reading that. I can't imagine getting that message on my phone, checking my phone and be like, oh my God, that's what it said. But I'm very crazy, crazy post, but very interesting. Things disappearing from house at an alarming rate. Hey, R-slash-RBI.

I'm not sure. if this is the appropriate subreddit for this content, but my wife and I are stumped and could use some help looking for logical answers to this problem. So it started about two months ago, when we noticed the number of utensils in our apartment had dwindled significantly and did so in a short amount of time. We can't pinpoint how long it took, but our best guess is that in the span of two weeks, we lost six forks, two knives, and four spoons. We bought in a few points. We bought in inexpensive flatware set when we moved in so we knew exactly how many we had. Fast forward to three weeks ago and I started a new job that required me to purchase work clothes.

I bought six plain white teas, six plain black teas and 12 pairs of socks. I finally got around to doing laundry over the weekend and noticed a significant amount of these clothes were also missing. I'm down to one white tea, three black teas, and and three pairs of socks. My keys also went missing last week. For context, our building is controlled access and requires a FOB to get inside

or a fob to get inside. My wife was out of the town when this happened, so I know for a fact that they went missing from the apartment as I used them to get inside or after work and they were gone the next day. So this weekend I decided to do turn the apartment upside down

in an effort to find these things. It was also time for a deep clean, so when I say upside down, the couches were moved and flipped, the fridge and stove removed and cleaned underneath and behind, literally every stationary item in the house was moved and searched. I found nothing and frustrated and would love thoughts toward a logical conclusion.

Things to consider, we live in a 700-square-foot one-bedroom apartment, so there isn't much room for things to hide. Our building is controlled access. My wife works from home, and we have two large dogs who bark like crazy at strangers, so the possibility of an intruder seems unlikely, especially two since no valuables have gone missing.

As for the clothes, we do have shared laundry machines on each floor, but I noticed mine were missing when I was separating them and before using the machines. Please help us try and make some more sense of this. Thanks. Edit number one, to address comment replies, I'm buying a standalone carbon monoxide detector first thing in the morning and just upgraded our pet cam to motion detection video recording.

Update number two. Sorry to those waiting for an update. I have nothing substantial to report, unfortunately. Carbon monoxide detectors in living and bedroom were functioning properly. Video camera hasn't caught any. anybody entering the apartment. Still stumped. And now let's get into the comments. Someone comments saying, I'm not sure if this is your answer, but it instantly reminded me of events in my past. Many years ago, I had an apartment manager who really got off on going

through his tenants' apartments. We noticed small insignificant things go missing, but like you, it was always little things like silverware, socks, etc. We chalked it up to us being young and absent-minded. That was until the woman downstairs came to our apartment to tell us that our manager had been going into our apartments when we were all at work and had a collection of trophies

he had taken from not only our apartment but from literally everybody in the buildings. Apparently he got drunk and decided to declare his underlying love to the woman downstairs and had made up a basket of his trophies to give to her as a gift. Wow, that's an insane.

That's an insane story. So we set up a simple webcam system, which did catch him coming into the apartment when we weren't home. But he saw the camera and immediately turned around and left the apartment. He showed up that day and told us there was a cockroach infestation in the apartment next to ours, and he was hoping to check our apartment but realized no one was home. He got fired shortly afterwards. And then the Opie response saying, that's very creepy. Our apartment manager is a lovely young.

younger lady who lives on our floor, so I doubt it's her, but who the hell knows? My wife also works from home, and I'm home at random times due to no set schedule, so it would be hard for someone to sneak in while nobody's home. I upgraded our pet camp to record and save videos moving forward anyway, just to be sure. Someone else says, do you or your wife take the utensils out of home for work meals, etc? Do either of y'all meal prep for anyone else? How positive are you? The clothes went missing prior to washing. Zero to 100%.

And then the OPEO responded saying, neither of us removed utensils for work or do any prep for others. I work at a restaurant, so eat there and don't take meals with me. We originally thought they were getting trapped somehow in the dishwasher, but I inspected the interior thoroughly and there is nowhere they could be stuck. The laundry, I am 100%

certain was missing before actually washing. The only reason I noticed is because I don't own any white clothes aside from those for work, so I was separating them for colors. My work socks are also white and I solely owned black socks beforehand. Okay, very, very interesting. And to be honest, I have no clue. I mean, I'm not the one to come up with an answer, but yeah, I'm something as well. It's like, where is this stuff going? Could one of the, could the OP's girlfriend be sleepwalking and then move stuff without knowing and putting in a weird place or could, I don't know. That's just very weird. It's like, where did the clothes go?

Where did silverware go? They're minor things that could easily be explained by a slip of the mind. But at the same time, it's very weird. And they had it down pat. They're like, there's this many forks missing, this many spoons missing, this many forks missing. so it doesn't seem like they're just like willy-nilly and they're just like throwing away forks somehow. Very weird, but what do you guys think? O.P.'s dad went missing and the police are being hostile to her attempts to get answers.

Dad missing since June 1st. And the post reads as follows. Yesterday I found messages in my spam folder on Facebook Messenger from one of my dad's friends concerned about him. She sent the first message on June 8th, then June 10th, she and her brother went with the police to do welfare check. Once I found these messages, I immediately tried to call the number she left but saw on her Facebook that she died on June 13th. Through my investigation, I found that she was found unresponsive by the same brother that visited my dad's with her. When she went with police on June 10th, they found that his car door was wide open. key in the ignition, battery dead.

His front door was unlocked and he and his dog were nowhere to be found inside. Police went again yesterday after I called. They had to cut the lock to his gate and they found the same scene. It's a remote property and he let it get really grown over. A search is happening today. This just seems weird to me, but maybe I'm trying to make sense of nothing. My dad has been missing since June 1st. I don't really know the kind of company he kept either.

Just hoping to get some more brainpower to help me churn on this. Edit. Yesterday, I went up and spent the day at my dad's property with search and rescue teams. They brought dogs out and searched for hours but came up with nothing. The lead investigator took his laptop and cell phone and is working on getting into his bank accounts. Last recorded activity for my dad is officially May 30th. They reported him as missing and if no leads come from what? they've got, then it'll be transferred to missing persons in a couple days. I'm not as concerned about

the brother anymore. I found out the woman and my dad met on a dating app. He was apparently very popular with the ladies on there, and they had a bit of a tumultuous relationship. As it goes, when dating several people at once, I imagine. She was in poor health, and I confirmed that from a voicemail I heard from her where she sounded terrible. She apparently died from pneumonia. My dad had some angry voicemails from his girlfriends. One in particular was super angry and followed up with another voicemail about how her new boyfriend didn't want her hanging around my dad. That's my new top interest. My dad is 58. Edit 2. The police are still scanning his laptop and cell phone, so no updates here. His latest bank account activity was May 27th. Apparently, the police didn't

even listen to his voicemails on his house phone, his main phone. So, I'm a little bit of his main phone. I went back to record those and to drop off a key to the investigator. I'm reaching out to a lawyer soon because I don't really know how I'm supposed to maintain his property. I did talk to the brother that went on the first welfare check with the now dead woman. He was very willing to talk with me. Someone wrote back to me from the deceased woman's account and warned me to be careful with him about the brother. I said I was sorry for her loss and she told me that the woman had a lot of people fooled. I got her number and need to follow up on that.

seems like a mess and I know my dad recently purchased vehicles from that family too currently I'm trying to figure out who I can trust in this shit town everybody keeps warning me that nobody can be trusted and it's left me feeling paranoid and alone so I'm trying to balance getting the word out and also protecting his property I really appreciate everyone's advice and support I'm surprised at how wonderful you all are at a three no real updates I've been frustrated about the county's lack of follow-up up on the two viable leads, his latest love interest and the guy who went on the welfare check number one. They also haven't gotten all of his bank accounts subpoena returned yet, so we still don't

have access to his large bank account. I blew them up about this Monday, and they hung up on me, and I called the supervisor back, who invited me down to come sit with them. They basically sat me down to say that based on his medical history, they think he probably just walked off and fainted. It's not illegal to just walk off. I continue to mention the mysteriousness around his car and home were left. They mentioned all the hogs and bears up near his land. They also mentioned how busy they are with the cases that actually have bodies. Very tasteful fellas.

They're also hypothesizing that when his dog died, that was his last straw. Still doesn't explain where the fuck his body is. Seems like they're trying to construct the depressed man walks off story. Not the man using dating naps disappeared. story. Still have yet to get an attorney or PI. It's on the list. Everyone is really good at telling me what I ought to do. Meanwhile, I'm just wishing I could call Dad and talk with him about how crazy his fucking town and his friends are. First update. Well, I just wanted to thank all of you for your support on my last post. Unfortunately, Dad and the dog are still missing. Technically, his last

activity was May 28th, where he was active on Facebook Messenger. The police still has to be have his phone, laptop, and wallet. In fact, they've been logging on to his Facebook account in really confusing his friends who then believed he was back online. The most interesting update has been with the owners of the neighboring land. Dad would have them brush hog his land, and he actually didn't have running water for a couple of weeks. Still doesn't. And his thinking was that they hit a water line when they were doing some work. Last myself and my uncle talked to him, he was trying to get them to repair it. But it didn't seem to be. be going too well. So he has several drugs of water in a shop and was showering at a friend's place

would be a miserable way to live. I reached out to them for more information on that. Also regarding the neighbors, the husband came by to meet me on July 2nd when they did the second welfare check and searched his land. He told me that he was friends with all the police if I needed any help getting information from them as he owns a lot of acreage in the county, red flag number one. He also told me that he had recently killed a bear that supposedly charged him. Yeah, right, and had apparently dug a grave with a backhoe to bury it. Red flag number two. The police know about this and have used it to try and convince me about the possibility that an animal harmed him. Most recently, however, the wife of his neighbor had reached out to me about renting one of the properties

on his land. Dad wasn't living there and it's a really beautiful home. They had wanted to buy from him for several months, but he always said he would move up there after his dog died. She was old and smelly. He also had another family interested in buying the home, but he was very protective of it and wanted to keep it for himself and for me. How fortuitous of them that now dad is out of the picture. Red flag number three. The wife has been corresponding with me on Facebook Messenger and has offered to get me in contact with her attorney. No thanks. And she also wants first tips on buying the land once that's an office. option. This was a huge shock when I originally received the message. On one hand, it's fortunate

that I could maybe have tenants keeping an eye on his land and living in that beautiful home. The rent income could be used to pay his property tax, among other things, and it does make sense that they would want to buy the neighboring land. On the other hand, that is a motive if I've ever seen one. Dad was stubborn and wouldn't give up the land to anyone, and now he's out of the picture. This family has been really helpful and kind, but it just feels sketchy. I've acquired an attorney from a different county because my relationship with the police has turned very tumultuous. I've been frustrated at the pace of everything, and I've been very vocal about my disappointment.

I've begged for access to his phone and laptops so I can follow up on the leads, but that's an absolute no. They've apparently met with the state police and FBI, but I haven't heard any updates. In fact, the county police asked my uncle, dad's half-brother, if he would be their contact person because I'm so difficult, to which he refused and insisted, I remain the contact person. Thanks, Unk. They're extremely dismissive and constantly talk over me, and every call I have with them is a conference call with at least four people on their side. Very frustrating to say the least. They printed me a flyer of his missing person's case, but I haven't been able to find it on any databases myself.

They said this is because I'm a civilian and it's a long process. Whatever. My attorney is thinking through the possibility of renting and also contacting the police about the bear grave. His angle is to see the bear's stomach contents. Smart, I thought, without being too accusatory. I've been getting a lot of questions about an update and thought it was time to post one. Let me know what you guys think. I so appreciate this community and found so much support here.

Thanks for letting me air this stuff out and get some educated options. Most of my friends have been avoiding the subject like it's the plague, and it's left me feeling a bit isolated. And now on to the final update. About a week ago, I got a Facebook message from the neighbor's wife that a work crew had just found some human remains doing some work about a mile from my dad's. The sheriff and investigators went to retrieve it and called me later that day to let me know they were sending it back to the lab,

to compare with my DNA. Honestly, I wasn't expecting quick results. But I just got the call that these remains match my DNA and are thus 99.99% my father. A complete testing report will be sent to me when it's done. I don't really know what to say. I just had a lot of support from the sub at the times I was feeling so overwhelmed,

confused and untrusting. So I owed you all an update. part of me is grateful that I won't have to maintain his 31 acres for another three years but part of me is just sad that my dad spent his final moments without me I guess this is closure in some ways not sure if my questions about what happened to him will ever be answered thanks for reading and caring about me and dad you folks really offered me some light during this time my wife's traumatic childhood is killing my marriage Originally posted to R slash marriage and originally posted on February 6th, 2025, and the post reads as follows.

This is long, but I want to share my story and hear your guys' thoughts. I've, 46 male, been married to my wife who's 45 female for 20 plus years. We have three teenage kids. Until recently, I would have said we had a wonderful marriage. But as I look back, I think out of pure love and obsession, I've been living. looking at things with rose colored glasses. We met in college. Her best friend went to the same college as me, and that's how we met. She had a tough upbringing. Her mom was very young when she was born, and her parents were never married. She didn't meet her biological dad until she was in her

30s, which is a story for another day. Her mom isn't really a good person, and they are no contact with one another. Until my wife was a teenager, she shared a bedroom with her mother and her parents' house. They were more like sisters. When she was a teenager, her mom got married to another awful person. She had an affair with a married guy. Eventually, he got divorced and married my mother-in-law. He had two kids, who were slightly older than my wife. Imagine what that was like. Merged two families with teenage kids, their dad cheated on their mother, and then shacked them all up in one house. I can't imagine. There are countless stories. of the horrors my wife went through as a child. Her mom told her she should have gotten rid of her,

tried to push her out of a moving car. There were smacks and slaps. My wife was never complimented growing up. I have never heard my mother-in-law compliment my wife. My wife, who was always smart, did well in school, didn't get in trouble, helped around the house, cooked for the family. She was and is very pretty. Her mother only criticized her and it was constant. She was. She was always criticized her, and it was constant. As if that wasn't bad enough, she was S-Aid in college by some friend of her stepbrother.

To say that this has taken a mental toll is the understatement of the century. I have loved her with every sense of my being. Have supported her, supported her in therapy. I am by no means a perfect husband, but I have tried my best to be supportive and loving. Anyways, fast forward to today. I've been married for over 20 years.

My wife obviously has a lot of issues stemming from the above. I love her more than anything in the world, but it hasn't been easy. I've borne the brunt of some pretty outlandish treatment, and I'm wondering if I have been blinded by love and if this is not a safe and healthy environment for me. I don't know if I could ever leave. I don't know if I could do that to her, or do that to my kids.

But I'm starting to feel like I am the only one here to serve the purpose of providing support. Financial, emotional, physical, parenting. Here are some of the things that have happened. About five years ago, we had gone to a beach location for a long weekend with a lifelong friend of mine in his family. It was an all-around great time. One night, while we were leaving an amusement park, we were walking with the kids for ice cream. We walked past a bar and a baseball game was ending. My friend and I say to the wives that we want to grab a drink and watch the end of the game

while they get ice cream next door. Everyone seemed fine with it. This is something I never do. My friend and I were gone 20 to 30 minutes. When we got home, my wife lost it. Couldn't believe I abandoned the family for half an hour tops while they ate ice cream. This was the first time she hit me. She punched me four times and threw a chair at me.

I was shocked. This pattern escalated over the next few months. She slammed the shower door on me, breaking it and effectively trapping me unclothed in the shower. If she hadn't brought me a screwdriver to remove the shower door, I'd still be in there. Right before the holidays in 2019, four months after this hitting started,

my wife had a disagreement with my daughter. My wife made a mistake and said something she shouldn't have. It should have been easily fit. fixable with a quick apology. But my wife turned it into World War III with my daughter, which I thought was unnecessary, but my wife and I put up a unified front with our kids and addressed things later. After my daughter went to a room punished, my wife and I went into our room. I tried to call my wife down, but apparently she wanted me to match her level of outrage and my wife unleashed the fury on me. She punched me countless times. I ended up with a bloody nose and cut beneath my

eye. I am over six feet tall and a pretty fit guy. My wife is almost a foot shorter than me and maybe 80 pounds lighter than me. I sat there and let her punch me countless times. I remember being frozen and also being afraid. I didn't even want to grab her hands out of fear. I would be blamed for the fight and rested. She was unhinged, screaming as she pumbled me. It was awful. It was really fun to, Coach my daughter's basketball game with a badly bruised and cut-up face the next day. After this, I freaked out. I realized the situation had gotten way out of hand. My wife apologized profusely.

I said I couldn't go on like this. Our kids heard the commotion, and we later had to talk to them about it. I told my wife, this wasn't safe for me. She had a near breakdown out of fear I'd leave her. She discussed it with her therapist. We went to couples therapy for the first time. it was a mess. I've come to realize that therapists,

or at least the ones we have seen, focus on the patient with the most needs. Given my wife's past, she has had the most mental health issues, and so that is where the focus was. It was really hard to be put on the back burner. The pandemic came and the couples therapy stopped. We tried again last year,

and that was worse for the same reasons. What else has this marriage been like? Well, we've always been very intimately actually. My wife is very beautiful. She gets attention anywhere she goes, although she usually seems oblivious to it. I sometimes feel infatuated with her,

but she grew up with a mother that hated her and constantly took her down. I have always complimented her, her beauty, her intellect, how wonderful of a mother she is, how incredible of a cook she is, how incredible of a hostess she is for holidays, she is amazing in so many ways.

I think I'm good looking, nothing special. I'm in good shape, but I'm going bald and I've aged. Most people would say the guy is punching above his weight. I was good with this for a long time. But I think as I started to feel somewhat insecure as I aged, I'm not particularly vain or anything, but I looked for reassurance from her about my physical appearance. For the first time in my life, I felt insecure. I almost felt embarrassed. She didn't come through for me. Quite the opposite. She had to be had never really complimented me about my parents, our whole relationship. Maybe she's just brutally honest.

I don't know. One night after we were intimate, she told me how small I was. This was a completely unsolicited comment after 15 plus years together. I think I'm average down there. I have measured myself and I'm just under six inches, although I thought she was always pleased, so hearing a complaint in that department was quite a blow. She later admitted she said it to hurt me out of some sort of anger,

She wasn't even sure what she was mad about. She's tried to walk that back, but it's been tough. Not long after that, I asked her what was physically attractive about me. I was just looking to feel better about myself. She told me there was nothing. Those were her words. And she was kind of shocked that I was taken aback by that and hurt by it. Hey, I asked, so I guess I deserve it.

She tried to walk that back a lot over the years as well. Around that time, we went to dinner. and I sort of said, hey, I'm over 40. And for the first time ever, I'm feeling anxiety and stress over work, the kids and life, etc. I asked if she could try to be more supportive and caring. She said no. That she was a good wife already and was providing support already. She couldn't do it anymore.

We actually talked through a lot of it. I expressed how it made me feel. She apologized for what she said. She's actually way more giving of compliments than she has ever been. She has improved there. but it feels forced. Only being said because I asked her to. Doesn't always feel sincere. I have discussed it at length in therapy, and I'm basically good with my parents and what I can slash cannot control. But I still think it was unnecessarily mean of her. My wife has a massive

fear of abandonment and has massive trust issues. She regularly accuses me of cheating. I've been nothing but faithful. I have to travel some for work, on average about three days a month, Some months more and months less, she regularly wakes me up in the middle of the night to FaceTime to see if anyone is in the room. There has obviously never been. One night last year, I had to travel to give an important, big presentation. Had to give it first thing in the a.m.

I prepared for weeks and it was stressful. I am presenting the work of my team, so pressure is on me to show the good work everyone has done. My wife and I spoke around 10, talked for about in half an hour and went to bed. At 2 a.m. I woke up to banging on the hotel door. She had somehow convinced the hotel manager, huge national hotel chain, so I'm not sure how this complaint with their policies

to check on me because of an emergency. I realized I had maybe 10 missed calls and maybe 30 text messages from her. I've been asleep. So we FaceTime, we confirm there's no one there in the room with me, She wasn't sorry or anything. She was mad that it took her so long to get a hold of me. I was now wide awake and had to give this presentation. Then had to work a full day.

Attend a day work dinner on basically three hours of sleep. My wife has always been insanely jealous of other women. My first boss after college was like four years older than me. Her husband worked at the same company. My wife hated her. I guess because I would talk about her. She was the person I worked closest with. I basically gave up any female friendships that I had,

not that I was particularly close with any women. One thing that was a particular issue for her was bachelor parties when all my friends were getting married. She hated the idea of me going to a strip club. Okay, fine. I don't particularly enjoy strip clubs. Nothing against the workers there, but I just see it as they want my money

and I don't need to pay to see a really attractive woman. So anyway, Either of us had strippers or anything like that at our bachelor slash bachelor at parties. I had a great time of mine. We played golf, went to an awesome dinner, and then gambled afterwards. Anyway, some friends of mine did go to the clubs for their bachelor parties. I always told my wife. And she wanted me to attend.

I offered to skip or to skip that part, but I don't think she wanted to be seen by my friends or the other wives as controlling or a stick in the mud. I really don't know. but she wanted me to stay in contact the entire time. It was a little over the top, but I did it. I would literally text her nearly the entire time I was there, describing the situation, just talking about the night.

Not sure why I even went to that part of the party. This happened three or four times. When I got home, I got the third degree. She examined me, smelled me, examined my body for evidence, examined my underwear. It was crazy. Before the last one, I said I don't want to do this. I don't even want to go, but she didn't want

that. She wanted to go and stay in touch. She promised to back off of me, but she didn't really. At one point, a bouncer came over and told me to put the phone away when I was texting, so I did. I guess he was worried I was taking pictures. No, I wasn't taking pictures. I was staying in touch. Typing this out makes me realize how ridiculous it was. All of this would have been no big deal. These bachelor parties all happened over 10 years ago. Recently, she was talking about her best friend's bachelor party, which was years ago. My wife was the maid of honor. She had always insisted that she never went to a strip club ever. Well, recently, my wife said something about the men pulling her friend up on stage and embarrassing her. I was like, where was this? Even in that

moment, I wouldn't have cared that they went to a club. I trust her. Or until all of this, I fully trusted her. She insisted this was a typical bachelor's party restaurant that wasn't a club. I don't know what it was. Does anyone know? I said that it felt like she wasn't being honest. She was offended. I said that I thought that the real issue was that she thought I may have put her through the same thing she put me through. I said I didn't like it, but it was so long ago. I don't really care, but she doubled and tripled down. So she goes to the other room and text her best friend and comes back and hands me the phone to show me the text. She asked the friend, did you go to a club for your bachelor party? Which seems like an odd question to ask someone out of the blue. And the

responses seemed odd. So I asked my wife, is this the full text exchange? It feels like something is missing. So I look in her deleted texts and sure enough, there are deleted texts. I restore it and the response from the friend is, oh, that is a definite yes. So I look at my wife shocked. I don't even know why she went down this path. She says her friend isn't the wrong. Now I'm annoyed and I'm asking what happened that you would lie about this. What did you do? Horror stories about Bachelet parties are running through my mind.

We have an argument over this where I am gaslit to hell. Doesn't remember. Her friend is wrong. That's why she deleted the text. She didn't cheat or do anything wrong. All the comments about our level of attraction to me come back to mind. No real resolution. but she promises me that she will figure out exactly what happened.

Fast forward about a month to a holiday we went to. We see her best friend for the first time in a few months. Of course, they talk a lot about amongst themselves, which is obviously fine. We leave and 20 minutes later. We are in the car driving home and she gets a text. It's from her best friend. It includes a screenshot from one of their other friends. And the best friend text says,

wife and I just cannot remember what we did for my bachelor party. Do you remember? And the response is this whole description of a comedy show that they went to. The entire thing is so contrived, it's almost comical. There's no way this is true. And it is so clear that they discussed this at the party we are just at. And they came up with this plan. I feel so manipulated.

My wife is in the passenger seat, and she is almost giddy reading the text and saying how they have now solved the mystery. I have no idea what happened at that bachelor's party. But the whole thing and the line was so unnecessary. She's still holding firm to her story, whatever it is. I wouldn't have even cared if they went to a club because I trusted my wife, but this story has made me lose trust. And now all the abuse over the years is coming back to me and making me see things differently.

Have I ever been loved? Is my wife capable of love? Did she cheat on me? Am I the world's biggest fool? I love her in the family we have, created. Obviously, there are so many positives to our relationship that I didn't list, but can all the positives in the world make up for all this? Edit, first, all comments in the DMs have been so caring and kind, even the ones trying to smack some sense into me. There is a lot of love

out there from some kind strangers, thank you, based on an exchange of my DMs, I'm sharing that the physical abuse did stop five years ago. She worked with her former therapist, who specialized in CBT, and she is more in control of herself. I'm not sure she full acknowledges the pain that this caused me and the kids, and all this other nonsense has continued. I'm not sure this changes anything for me, though. And now let's get into some of the top comments on this post. Someone says, dude, this is abusive AF.

Someone else says, you sound like a good and sweet man. She is very abusive and that is not okay. The minute she laid a hand on you, it was not okay. It is abuse. She had a very sad upbringing and you are extremely empathetic. And that may be an explanation of her trauma. It is not an excuse. There is no excuse of hurting you.

No excuse for the cruelty of her verbal harm. No excuse for the manipulation and jealousy. Our country does not recognize that men can be abused as women. Maybe worse, because they have little support or feeling they can reach out for help. You are caught in a cycle with her, but she is an abuser. I do worry for your kids, and the example or abuse she's doing there. When you are trapped in the cycle, you cannot see it clearly for what it is, especially when you love her and feel empathy for her. But you are being abused, and this is not okay. You deserve to feel safe and respected.

I hope you can reach out separate from her to get support and advice if the genders were reversed. First, people wouldn't hesitate to say leave her. Remember that you don't deserve this and her lack of healthy boundaries growing up should not be put on you. I hope you can find some safety. Good luck. My heart hurts for you. And then the OP posted an update six and a half months later. So let's get into it.

I posted several months ago about my 20 plus year marriage and how much nonsense I've been put up with. People mostly gave harsh but good advice. to me. I wanted to give an update and come back for more advice. This is long, so feel free to skip of the ramblings of a middle-aged dad of three aren't of interest to you. So back in February, I insisted on a two-month separation. We told the kids I was traveling for work, and when I was home, that my wife was traveling to meet friends. My wife hated every second of the separation. I had some conditions for returning. We tried marriage counseling again. Third counselor, this one was better, I guess.

But my requirement was that my wife take the lead. Find the therapist give all the backstory on the abuse, the insults, etc. She did all that. I further insisted that she told the complete truth on anything inappropriate that has ever happened with another guy, including at her friend's bachelor party. This took a while. At first, she held on to the same story. then she started saying things like she was working on it with a therapist, working on how to tell me.

She somehow didn't understand that a statement like that was awful for me to bear. Obviously, my wind went to all the worst places. I ended the separation in April with the idea she was making progress. We discussed her physical abuse of me, a lot in therapy. The abuse really peaked in late 2016 to 2018. She told me at the time that she became very resentful of me. I had gotten a promotion, and she overall felt everyone thought I was awesome, and she was jealous. At the same time, she got into excellent shape.

She's always been very attractive, but at that time, my youngest was like 6 to 8 years old, and she still had some baby weight. She shedded that baby weight and looked incredible. I guess I'd gained some weight around that time, and she thought she didn't get enough attention or credit relative. to me. I don't know. She says these things very matter-factly. She did a lot of CBT work and specific work for abusive partners. She owned it with the kids and we had several good conversations. I thought we were turning a corner. I have been frustrated by the lack of disclosure on her friend's

bachelor party, so in June I said I was leaving again. She actually handled this much more calmly and maturely. We still saw each other and even did date nights. We were even intimate, not sure what the separation was. So she said she would focus on what happened and was getting ready to share anything and everything with me. A couple of weeks ago, she asked me to join a session with her therapist. She wanted to do a therapeutic disclosure. I wanted to throw up. I go to the therapist's office and she proceeds to tell me how at her friend's actual bachelorette, they went to some show, no strippers, just drinking and silliness.

Then she says that her friend's work friends threw her a bachelorette at a hotel, and there were strippers there. In my wife's words, it was wild. Now, context for this is my prior post. I really don't care if she saw those strippers. I care more about the double standard she applied in the line. as she treated me like crap,

whenever her friend's mind went to clubs for their bachelor parties. She said she never even touched any stripper, even though multiple approached her many times, at first in very weird clothing and eventually fully unclothed. Lovely. But that's all that happened.

Who knows if it's true? I don't care anymore for reasons I'm about to get into. This is all in front of this therapist. So then she says that I asked if there was anything else with the guy that she hasn't told me. If this wasn't long enough, brace yourself. She had this other friend who was in the middle of a divorce in 2016. Friend was a fitness instructor at a gym. Friend met a retired professional athlete at the gym.

I remember the friend being obsessed with this guy, all while technically still married. Well, my wife and this friend would go out and meet up with the retired athlete and his entourage. My wife would effectively play wingman for her friend, and one of the entourage took an interest in my wife. My wife claims nothing ever happened other than flirting, but that when they were sent out, this guy always had his arm around my wife, constantly touched her butt, often tried to kiss her, sent intimate pictures of himself, bought her a thong bikini for her to send picks back to him. My wife said she never wanted it, but never fought it. liked the attention and mostly wanted to support her friend.

Friend eventually had a falling out with the retired athlete who moved away, so that whole thing sucks. So I'm completely stunned. Wife is crying. Therapist has spewed some nonsense about my wife's bravery, that had a requested disclosure of anything that might have been remotely inappropriate, and she has come through for me. I leave, wife follows, phone starts blowing up,

It's my wife's friend who calls nine times. She then starts texting me, swearing to me that what my wife is saying is true. There were strippers at Bachelor Party number two, but wife did nothing. Texts start pouring in from her other friend confirming this story. And then I get a text from her friend who paired up at the athlete, and she confirms that story. Wife was only doing her a solid, taking one for the team.

So great. Let's get a few more people involved in my life. My humiliation, the crumbling of my marriage. She could talk to all these other people about all this, but not me. She needed a therapist there to talk to me about it. It just feels like one big manipulation. So anyway, I feel completely done. I still love my wife because I'm just a simp.

We are separated. I have spoken to a lawyer. My kids know and are furious with me because I am the one leaving. Be kind to your partner's people. Love them and respect them. I adore my partner and still do, but it wasn't enough. And now let's get into some of the top comments. Someone says she took that long to cover her ass with getting the story straight with all her friends.

I don't understand why all her friends even know the day she told you, let alone within 10 minutes. That she was planned, staged, manipulated, and executed. Don't fall for it. She absolutely was screwing old boy with her friend with the other guy. You don't let anyone, especially if you're married that long, grab your ass in the public, act like you're together when it can get back to your husband easily, and let them buy you a thong bathing suit and take pictures for him, but oh, honey, I pushed him away each and every time.

Yeah, nope. Sorry, I know if most people had a intimate picture shoved in their face free for the taking. that she admitted she enjoyed the attention and kept going around multiple times you're going to hope on it or in it i wouldn't if i was married but a lot of people don't have great morals i'm telling you if he was doing all of that intimate stuff to her whether she liked the attention or not as a woman it would make you super uncomfortable you would not feel safe or want to keep being around him in person over and over unless they are being intimate she bold-faced lied to you and i'm so sorry to you and i'm so sorry to you sorry that she can't even man up and be a woman and admit it when she is caught red-handed.

You deserve a lot better. She sounds kind of narcissistic or full-blown, to be honest. Someone else says, at what point do you turn to the therapist and say, you know, goddamn well that what she says isn't the full truth and you're plotting her for finally disclosing after months or years that not only did she lie and project this all on me, but she actively abused me during the process. And even now, you are letting her skate with this trickle-truth nonsense about the athlete friend touching and sending intimate pictures

and gifting her launch ray without making her say outright that she has had at least a semi-physical, if not full-on affair, all while threatening me and my children's safety with verbal, emotional, and physical abuse. Your license should be revoked. I'm glad you finally have it figured out. But now you need to be very, very careful and methodical here. Separate your bank accounts. Begin the apartment hunt.

Get an attorney and begin cataloging everything because if she's as bad as these posts made her up to be, then you need to think about your actual safety and livelihood. You may even want to consider a preemptive restraining order while you separate, as she's already shown that she will use other people, her friends, hotel managers, etc., to try and get to you so there's no reason to believe she won't show up at your work one day or take the kids out of school early for a surprise weekend trip. You are not safe, and she will use every tool in the box to get at

or get back at you. Someone else says, I get the wife has been through a lot of shit, but Jesus Christ, she became a monster. It's enough to dry up any sympathy for her. You've just, know the kids have been messed up by having such an unstable mother and may even resent dad for not leaving her before. I hope this guy sticks with the separation. Someone else says this just might be the most depressing thing I've read on here in a while. He's been abused his entire relationship and absolutely no one in his life seems to care. Jesus Christ, man. Another commenter says, quoting the O.P. here, now my kids hate me because. I'm the one leaving. The commenter replies

this saying, holy hell, I thought it couldn't get any worse. And then the OP makes an update nearly two months from the last update and let's get into it. It has been a tough couple of months. I will try to answer several questions that I've gotten and then

give an update. This update will be a little bit of me venting. Timeline. Wife's best friend, I'll call her Sarah. Bachelor at Party was in 2009. So like I said in the posts, a long time ago. It just came up more recently what they did. Wife's personal trainer friend who hooked up with a retired athlete.

I'll name her Laura. Got with that guy in fall of 2016. This is around the time my wife started with insults of my physical appearance. In summer, 2018, she first hit me and she last hit me in January of 2019. All the rest of the abuse, like slamming the shower. door on me happened between those dates. The glass didn't shatter, but the door broke such that I couldn't get out. Kids are now 19, 16, and 14. Oldest is away at college, but was with us all summer. Why didn't I leave when she first hit me? I was just so shocked that I froze. My kids were younger at

that time, and I hated the idea of not being with them every day in splitting time with them. We started couples therapy, and I thought that was the answer. There were probably some other questions, but those were the repeat questions. So on to the update. In August, I was not doing well. My wife and I were trading off time in and out of the house. I had this feeling that my life was a joke, and my marriage was a farce. I was so upset and embarrassed about all of this,

I really had not discussed with a lot of people. I had to talk to my sister. I finally did, and she was, shocked about all of this, but was supportive. My sister has also become very close with my wife, as they have almost been like actual sisters for almost 25 years. My sister got me back into therapy, which has been good. I've really been focusing on the positive aspects of my life. Maybe my marriage will end, but I have three great kids who are all doing well. My life and my love store with my wife was real, even if she has massive flaws that have hurt me terribly. That's been helpful. That's been

helpful perspective for me. So on to the drama. Let me start with Sarah, wife's best friend forever. She has been my friend for longer than I have known my wife. We met up a few weeks after the therapy session. She apologized a lot, told me how much she loved me and how wrong she knows she was in all of this. She said the story of her bachelor's party was that her work friends were giving her grief for her bachelor's party being lame. So they threw her another party at a hotel, which had strippers at it. Sarah didn't want this, but gave in to the peer pressure. My wife didn't want to go. But Sarah begged her and another friend to join them to sort of help fend off any pressure to do anything with the strippers. My wife and the friend agreed. Sarah said her husband has always known about

this and never realized until this past year that my wife never told me. about it. She confirmed nothing happened. There were three strippers that ended up sleeping with three of the work friends, whatever. I said if this were true, I never would have had an issue with it. I might not have thought it was a good idea to go to a hotel room, but I would have trusted my wife. I said the manipulation and gaslighting were unforgivable, and I would never view her the same. She told the whole story and then went into advocate for my wife mode, how much my wife loves me, how wonderful we are together, our family, and all that. She laid it on thick that she and my wife's other friends always thought I was such a catch, so handsome, all that. She reaches out every so often

to see how I'm doing, apologize again, ask what she can do, I'm cordial, but I don't really engage with her. I got a lot of text from Laura, the personal trainer. Laura is not one of my wife's main friends. Most of my wife's friends are from high school or college, with a few moms mixed in. Those women are who she is closest to. Laura was someone she met at the gym in the like 2014-ish. She was a mom with similar-aged kids and then became friendly. Her husband seemed like a good guy at the time, and we hung out with them as a couple several times. Laura's husband cheated on her. Laura was devastated and the girl's night out picked up in frequency. Laura turns out to be completely insane.

This is what Laura told to me. In 2016, she met this retired athlete. I'll call him Joe. He had just retired and wanted a trainer to work with. Odd, but okay. She was obsessed with him and slept with him almost immediately. According to Laura, once she slept with Joe, he had no interest in her. But his friend, who I will call loser, wanted my wife desperately.

So Laura knew that if she suggested that they hang out as a group, Joe would agree. She pimped my wife out basically. Laura said my wife knew exactly what was happening and constantly expressed her discomfort. But Laura guilted her by talking about how low she felt after being cheated on and she needed the sky. Laura insists that my wife never did anything, was grossed out by a loser and that he was pathetic, that I was way hotter than him. Laura tried to get text messages from that time but only has them back to 2020 which she offered for me to see

not sure why so here is where the truly crazy part comes in mind you this is all according to Laura Laura reaches out to Joe last month and catches him up on everything Joe apparently laughed it off and referred to my wife as your hot friend that loser couldn't close

charming so Laura offers for me to speak with Joe and or loser saying they will confirm this story. This lunatic, even informed me that Joe said loser is doing well, got married and had a kid. How could I possibly care how his life is? I declined this offer to speak with them. Ever since this, all went down nine years ago, my wife and Laura haven't hung out a lot. They are friendly enough, but my wife distanced herself.

All of the above is from each of those two ladies' perspectives and really changes nothing for me at all. even if I buy all this current story, this was kept for me for so long with many lies and secrets along the way. And on to my wife, the love of my life. She's offered anything she can think of to me. She has written detailed timelines. She wanted me to go back to meet with her therapist again by her refused. She has been speaking with her therapist and with me when I make myself available. About 2.S.A. she had in college.

They feel this is all interconnected. Trigger warning for essay in this paragraph. The first was a very violent attack. I feel awful even describing this. A friend of her stepbrother held her down and forced some things while on top of her. She says she wished she bid it off and I think she should have. She said she just wanted to be over. Her brother and her parents did not support her after the attack.

And her stepdad even said that sometimes messages are misconstrued in this situation. Stepdad also said to her mother, something about the example that my mother-in-law had set up for my wife, a reference to my mother-in-law being a teen mom, essentially that my wife must have wanted it. The second time, she was cornered at a party and touched and kissed by some guy. She was very frightened and said she fought back at first, but she froze when she realized he was stronger than she was,

basically letting the guy touch her everywhere. Those were both before I met her. With the second one being only a few, months before I met her. My wife has been working through the trauma from these assaults with her therapist. She feels her reaction to loser and his advances were a form of trauma response, and that she would be much stronger today. Hearing her talk about this breaks my heart and infuriates me if I ever saw one of those guys. My wife insists on taking a polygraph. It was not the experience I was expecting. It was expensive, and it took a long time. I met with the guy and we came up with questions

beforehand. He asked her four questions. The test found her to be truthful that she didn't cheat on me with a stripper, with loser, or with anyone else, based on a broad definition of cheating. Test also found her truthful that loser essayed her, that loser's various advances were rebuffed and not consented to my wife. There was another question about my wife's attraction to me, which she was also truthful about, so she passed. The polygraph doesn't make me feel any different. First, the science is muddy. But more importantly, it doesn't really change the fact that this was hidden from me for years. I would not recommend this path to anyone going through anything like this.

I have been reflecting on everything she's been saying about her assault and her trauma response I've discussed with my sister. My sister says two things can be true at once and aren't necessarily related. My wife was S-Aid, abandoned by her family in dealing with it, but then also treated me poorly and disrespectful. Our separation has been rough. It is expensive to maintain a whole separate residence, so lately I've been staying in the basement, and I miss my kids when I am gone, as does my wife.

We are in sort of an in-house separation. My wife has never been a good sleeper, and often has nightmares. She will come downstairs to me in the middle of the night and snuggle up to me. I've also had a really hard time over the past few months with all of this. She is very aware of how I am doing in any moment and will come to me to comfort me. I've had a few panic attacks. My wife knows me best and knows how to soothe me and calm me down.

I will admit that I find comfort in her. This leads to confusing feelings and defeats the purpose of a separation for me. I'm trying lately to actually enforce an actual separation. I need other people to rely on and other ways to regulate my emotions. I'm struggling with a few things. First, my wife has had to deal with some horrors in her life. I don't want to be a monster and reject her when she is trying to heal. She is in a way better control of her emotions than she has ever had been.

This loser guy was nine years ago. The physical abuse was in 2018 and 2019. I should have stood up for myself back then. I didn't. If I had left then, what would have happened? She has done a lot of work in therapy, and now that she is better, I'm going to leave her. But I'm so hurt. mad about the abuse, the controlling behavior, the gaslighting, and the lies.

I still don't plan to make any decisions until next year, as I need to be in the right headspace. I have met with an attorney and have gotten some preliminary advice, but I'm on hold there. One last thing. A few people brigaded from the best of sub. There was a very strong desire to make me into some sort of monster, because I didn't mention my kids in my very long post. I was accused of ignoring them.

abandoning them, even abusing them. My wife has accused me of abusing them. Well, I sort of freaked out over that accusation. I had conversations with my wife, each of my kids, each of my kids' therapists, my sister. My sister even spoke to my kids. My kids each said either to me, my wife, my sister, or their therapist, that they have never felt abused or hurt by me or my wife. verbally or otherwise. My kids were originally mad at me

for being the one to initiate the separation, not because I was abandoning them. They are doing much better now. And my wife has really owed everything she has done and tried to make sure they are not upset with me at all since I did nothing wrong. They realize things are strained between their parents. They know the majority of the issues

and they feel loved. There are a lot of things they witnessed that they shouldn't have, but they are working through their feelings on that with us and with their therapists. This is a tough time for them too, as much as it is for me. So I'm trying to make sure they are okay, because I love them, and my wife loves them too. And now let's get into some of the top comments on this update. Someone says, I'm going to be honest. I don't believe your wife and a polygraph test does not prove anything other than she can remain common under pressure. All a polygraph does, is measure your heart rate, blood pressure, and respiration. If you can calmly lie, you can

easily pass a polygraph test. They are not admissible in court for this reason, nor should they be what you are basing your wife's honesty on. Your wife has been physically abusive to you and has spent months treating you like something she dragged in on the bottom of her shoe. There is zero evidence in either of your previous post that your wife loves or respects you. and while your wife may have abused you, that does not give her any excuse to go on and abuse others. As someone else who suffered intimate abuse in their life, my husband has become someone I trust to protect, love, and support me. And in return, he is someone I protect, love, and support. We mutually respect one another, fight fair, and act at all times, in our own best interest,

and in the best interest of the other. Your wife has a partnered history of a partner, history, of deceit and self-interest. I wish you the best of luck truly, but I gently urge you to get some serious individual therapy and do some soul-searching as to why you think a physically violent, deceitful, self-interested person is the best you can aspire to call your spouse.

And then someone else says, for the love of God, please get a divorce. And then someone else says, if your marriage turns to polygraph tests, it's over. The relationship has reached the point of no return. Maybe it can keep going on fumes, duct tape, and some emotional mascusism on both sides, but the life has gone out of it. Marriage's end.

Sometimes sadly. The happiest ending to this messy story would have been at the beginning of the latest update. And then the commenter quotes the OPE here. maybe my marriage will end, but I have three great kids who are all doing well. My life and love story with my wife was real, even if she has massive flaws that have hurt me terribly. That's been helpful perspective for me. And then the commenter continues saying, that's what he needs here and all he really needs.

Remember the good. Don't let it drown out the bad, even when there was bad, and then don't wallow in the pain of it. And that is the last update we have ever received from the OP. And so what do you think happened? Do you think the O.P ended up getting a divorce with his wife? We're trying to salvage their relationship that was obviously not going well. I mean, having to resort to a polygraph test is just insane. But yeah, we haven't received an update.

So what do you guys think? I don't know. It's just such a dark and depressing saga of the O.P. Just being abused for years on end. Super, super sad.