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I'm a mother of two children that at the time

of this story, I was raising alone. My husband is

in the army and during this time was on a

six-month tour. And that is basically an estimate and we

could only hope that we came home when he was told. Anyway,

I knew this going into my marriage and starting a

family that this was something possible. I have a son

and a daughter. My son is four years old and

my daughter is two years old. As you can imagine,

my life is pretty hectic, but my schedule needs to

be set for some kind of functionality. That is dropping

my kids off at daycare slash pre-K, going to work,

picking them up, coming back home, etc. And that's basically

what we do with the rest of the time being

spent at home. Now, I live on a dead end

street about three houses down from where the actual end is.

I also know that people seem to be really bad

at turning themselves around, so I avoid parking in the

street and almost exclusively use my garage. This makes my

house a prime target for a good place to turn around,

and I honestly don't mind that. Now, what I do

mind are the people that live next door to me,

one house closer to the dead end. That family is

made up of three characters who are important to my story.

An entitled mother, EM, father, EF, and an entitled daughter, ED.

These people only moved in about six months ago, but

already had made a bad impression on all of us

around them. Still, I grew up in the South with

a steady diet of good manners. When they moved in,

I introduced myself and told them that if they ever

needed anything to just come knock on my door. I

was having a pretty stressful day because my four-year-old had

been sent home from school sick. He said that his

tummy hurt and I took him right to his pediatrician.

They did testing and said that he seemed fine despite

a slight fever. At that point, he didn't seem to

even be in pain or discomfort anymore. The doctor concluded

that it was probably a small stomach virus and to

just take him home to rest. I'm not one of

those moms that goes crazy and freaks myself out when

my kid is sick. I was just gonna give him

light things to eat and have him rest a bunch.

And also hope that his sister didn't get whatever virus

he had. About an hour after I got home, there

was a knock on my door, and I opened it

to find EM standing there. Me, oh hello! EM, yeah, hi. So,

I don't know if you noticed, but my daughter just

got a new car to celebrate getting her license. I

did notice that they had gotten a new car, a

big SUV that she had clearly not yet mastered parking yet.

As I would see it, a little too far off

the curb. Not so much that it was a big deal, though.

Her driveway was already filled with two cars, which is

why she was parking in front of the house. Me. Yeah,

I did see that. Congratulations to her. EM. A little late,

but thanks. Now, I wanted to come over and ask

if she could park her car a little further up.

In front of your driveway, so that she doesn't need

to worry about hitting the curb. Me. I don't think

that would work. She cannot block a driveway. EM. Well,

it wouldn't be all the time. Just so many people

turning around and the car could get damaged. Me, I'm sorry,

but she cannot block my driveway. I need to be

able to get in and out of it. EM, wow,

so much for being a decent neighbor. Whatever happened to

knock on my door if you need anything? And with this,

my son, who I had just gotten to fall asleep,

woke up and was now yelling from the other room. Me,

I don't have time to discuss this right now, but

you cannot let her block my driveway. I'm sure the

car will be fine in the street and if you're worried,

then you can switch it with yours and let her

park in the driveway. I closed my door on her

and went to tend to the much more important matter,

which was my kid. He was crying and was feeling

warm again. He also was holding a hand to his stomach,

which made me think that he was starting to feel

pain again. So I gave him some medicine and stayed

up with him as I watched him more. Something was

just not feeling right in the pit of my stomach

and when I took his temperature it had gone up again.

Something was really wrong in the way that only a

mother can feel and I cannot really explain. It was

9pm and I wasn't going to be able to get

in contact with his doctor. So then I called 911

to get an ambulance to take him to the hospital.

And since I know people will ask why I did

that instead of driving and talking about the huge cost

of an ambulance ride in America, well, I had two reasons.

Number one, I didn't feel comfortable strapping my kid who

seemed to be in pain in a car seat and

I was worried it might actually cause more damage or

pain to him. Number two, I don't have great night

vision driving to begin with, let alone panicking with a

four-year-old crying and a two-year-old that doesn't know what's going

on who would start screaming as well. About ten minutes later,

sirens and lights were flashing outside and I was opening

my door and leading the EMTs to my son who

was lying in his bed. They checked him over and

while they couldn't give an actual diagnosis, they told me

his symptoms seemed consistent with appendicitis. The fever, nausea and

where the pain was in his stomach. All my ability

to be calm and cool was out the window as

my son was screaming in pain. He needed to get

to the hospital now and I was gonna follow behind

with the car since we couldn't all be in the ambulance.

Bad night vision be damned at that point. So then

they bundled him up and tried to carry him without

causing more pain as I was trying not to cry

and comfort him. While getting his sister up and carrying

her to the car and when we got outside I

was able to see more of the setup of the ambulance.

It was in my empty driveway which made sense because

the street is narrow and a dead end and they

would need to turn around and my driveway was perfect

for that. Only there was something there that must not

have been when they arrived about 15 minutes before we

all got outside. Two cars were now blocking my driveway

and I knew exactly who they belonged to. One was

EF's car and the other was ED's brand new SUV.

Parking in the exact spot I told them they couldn't,

not only that but knowingly blocking the ambulance into my

driveway with no way to get out. Nobody was in

the car so I ran to their door and started

banging on it like crazy with them not answering. There

was only one solution, since it was an emergency, and

let me tell you, it was not pretty. Now, while

both were blocking it, only one needed to be moved

technically to give the ambulance enough space to maneuver. And

the log dictates that what the ambulance driver did was

totally legal, because here you cannot block emergency vehicles from

doing their job. So they backed out of the driveway

anyway and just pushed ED's new car out of their way.

giving it a sizable dent in the process. Also, an

important thing that might not happen everywhere, is when you

call for an ambulance, you also get police here. I'm

not sure why exactly, but in this case, it was

extremely useful. I was able to tell an officer that

I knew who the cars belonged to, and even before

the ambulance backed out, they also tried to knock and

ring the bell to get somebody out to move these cars. Also,

the other way, blocking my driveway as well, I was

able to legally get both of the cars towed. One

for blocking me in and the other for now just

being in the middle of the street. I didn't care

about my dumb neighbors and just wanted to follow them

to the hospital and figure out what was going on

with my kid. It turned out that he did have

appendicitis and it went from minor to serious very quickly.

It actually had burst which was why he got really

bad and I was instantly glad I called 911. They

rushed him into surgery and I could only sit and

wait for any news. Now during the wait I was

getting text messages and while it was not a safe

number I knew exactly who it was from. Either EM

or EF because they were angry texting about the cars

being towed and one of them being destroyed. Threatening to

sue me and make sure that my car was gonna

end up in just as bad a condition. I ignored

them as the messages just kept coming in because I

was overwhelmed with doctors and police officers. Because of what

happened at the scene, they needed a statement from me

and the situation, the fact that I knew who the

cast belonged to, etc. I also decided to share with

them the colorful text messages I was getting, and they

seemed disgusted by them. I'd been crying on and off

the whole time, and this just sent another wave of

it through my body. The officer said, Ma'am, I promise

that they're gonna be taken care of. They knowingly blocked

the ambulance and refused to respond to commands to move

the car. Whoever in that house is found responsible is

gonna face criminal charges. All you need to do is

take care of your family and yourself. If you get

any more threats or if they do anything... Call the

number on this card, give them your name and the

number that is on your copy of the report. About

an hour later, the doctors came out and finally told

me that he was out of surgery and things went fine.

Any longer of a delay and things could have been worse,

I cannot believe that my neighbors were such a-holes that

they were willing to be spiteful to the point of

my kid almost dying. The doctor told me that kids

tend to bounce back fast and I really didn't believe

him at first, but by the next morning, he seemed

like his old self again. A little more tired and

weak but my little boy was now okay, he was

even asking about when he could go home and if

we could go to McDonalds. I did tell him that

for being brave he could have anything he wanted when

he was out of the hospital so of course as

soon as the doctor said he could eat anything we

would go. Luckily my mom was able to drive down

and take my daughter so I could just stay with

and focus on my son. Once I knew he was

fine it really started to sink in how horrible the

people were for what they did. I was told not

to respond to that text so instead I was just

saving them to see if they would threaten me again.

They didn't but still made nasty comments about the car

being ruined and me being the worst neighbor ever supposedly.

They did say that they would sue me but I

didn't care because I literally had police as my witness

to the events. I was not scared of them at

all and just wanted my life to get back to

something normal again. even if normal for me is chaotic.

We got home from the hospital and picking up my

daughter a few hours ago and my driveway was now

free and no sign of my neighbors in sight. Both

kids are currently down for a nap so I figured

it was a good time to sit down and tell

this story because I may or may not have been

reading about bad neighbors on here while my son was

sleeping and I had nothing else to do. I'm sure

that this will not be the end of everything but

for now it's all I have. I'm just glad that

my son is doing okay honestly and blasting my neighbors

on here is actually a little therapeutic. Update to the story,

wow I didn't expect this to get as many likes

and comments as it did I do have some more

news on what's going on, as well as I'm happy

to answer a few questions that people had for me

in the comments. The big one being that I was

able to find out more about the case using the

resources some of you sent me in the comments. It

turns out that they are pressing charges against EF for

obstructing an emergency vehicle. Also for making the threats via

text to me. That court date and everything is still

TBD so hopefully when I get more info on that

I can let you know. I've seen my neighbours in

the meantime and it's just a silent battle of looks. Well,

them giving me sneers and dirty looks with me not

really doing anything back takes too much energy on my

part and I need it all for my kids. Speaking

of my son, he is doing great and back to pre-k.

He had no complications with the surgery and since it

was an organ that doesn't do anything, he should be

fine in the future without any problems. Some of you

asked me about my husband and wanting to know his

reaction to me telling him. Well, I wish I could

say it was more exciting, but he just said that

they were jerks and was happy that his son was okay.

I'm sure if he sees them after coming home, he'll

be giving them dirty looks back. He might be in

the army, but he is a sweet and gentle soul. Finally,

for this update... I want to thank the numerous people

that answered my questions about the police. They come as

well as an ambulance because they can get there first

and help with first aid training. Also in case the

injury is due to a criminal activity and they need

to be there for that. It's always nice to learn

something new and I can carry that with me. And thankfully,

there's another update to the story and it reads like this.

Sorry for the long hiatus and people begging me for

an update. I just didn't have much time to give

until now because the court finally made a ruling on

the neighbor. He pled guilty to avoid a trial and

is being sent to prison. I can only imagine what

would have happened if my son had been seriously impacted

by the delay to the hospital because of him. Also

people wanted to know about their cars and I guess

they paid to get them back because they do have

them again and their SUV is fully repaired. None of

them have ever been parked in front of my driveway

again so I guess they got told to park illegally

or they were just gonna end up getting towed again.

The other update I have is in response to people

telling me to get some cameras for the property in

case something happens again. I did not have any before

and realized that if it wasn't for the police having

body cams, EF could have possibly gotten away with it

and not went to prison. I did not want to

go crazy so I got just one camera that is

above my garage door and one that is a doorbell camera.

So far I haven't had to use either one of

them seriously but they are really cool things. At least

now I can tell when my door rings that it's

a takeout I ordered and not somebody that wants to

break into my house. Finally it's maybe worth noting that

my husband is finally back home and we got a

very interesting look from the EM on that one. I

think they assumed that I was just a single mother

and now they realize that I'm married to somebody in

the services. I think that's the nail in the coffin

that nobody from that house is going to try and retaliate.

I don't think I'm going to need to update again,

so I want to just thank everybody who enjoyed reading

and commenting on this one. It was my first and

hopefully last post I will need to make here. And

the next one is an M.I.D.A. whole story. My fiance

and I live together near the ocean with many tourist attractions.

My family from all over the world regularly visit and

stay with us. In return, we stay with them when

we visit their cities for various reasons, for example, work, vacation, etc.

Last year, I had to travel to the city where

her brother lives, and she decided to come visit him

and his family. She asked if we could stay with

them and he declined because he is still protective of

his family due to the world events. I understood at

first and we stayed at a hotel but later got

annoyed because they had no problem going to dinner and

out with us in public. And by the way ripe

stars I suppose this story happened during the pandemic. Anyway

earlier this year I had to go back to his

city and again she came along to visit them. He

again declined her request to stay at their house. So

we stayed at a hotel. I understand some people just

don't like to have overnight guests. Anyway, the visit went

smoothly and everyone had a good time. Last week he

called to ask if he and his family could stay

at our place when they come here in a couple

of weeks for their vacation. I got really annoyed at

this because he didn't let us stay at his house

but wants to stay at ours. I told my fiance

that they can stay at a hotel but she argued

that they would need three rooms for seven days due

to their family size. She then pointed out that we

always let my family stay with us at which point

I countered that it is because we are always invited

to stay with my family whenever we visit their cities.

She argued family do things for each other without expecting

anything in return. We went back and forth until bed

last night. I'm sitting here having coffee while she is

sleeping and I am unsure if I'm wrong. On one hand,

I know I can be stubborn and petty. On the

other hand, he doesn't invite us to stay with him

while expecting us to house him and his family. What

do you think? Update to answer some questions. So we

got a four-bedroom house along with many air mattresses. Once

we hosted 10 of her college friends when they had

a get-together, people slept in the living room and dining room.

They also have a four-bedroom house and we would have

been happy to sleep in the living room. We have

slept on an air mattress many times at my family homes.

All of his kids are over 10 and his wife

is bringing her sister along and she needs a bedroom

of her own. No one in his family have any

disability or condition. Our house is near many of the

attractions they want to go to. Due to the popularity

of the attractions they want to go to, hotels and

house rentals close to those attractions are more expensive than normal. Also,

our house is close to shopping and restaurants. My fiancée

just told me whether they stay with us or not,

she is letting her brother borrow her car for the

week so that they will only have to rent one car.

That means for us that we'll have to carpool that week.

This is even more annoying as that would add about

an hour to my daily commute. My fiancée is a

better person than I am. I can be very petty

when I'm annoyed, which is why I usually take cues

from her and go with her decisions in certain situations.

In this case, though, I'm very annoyed, which is why

we are in an argument. When it was just me

traveling to her brother's city, my company was paying for

a hotel room. When my fiancé decided to tag along

to visit her brother, she asked him to stay so

she could spend more time with her nieces and nephews.

And yeah, ripe stars, let me know in the comments

what you think about this story. Is OP the a-hole

here or not? A comment on Reddit said, Not the a-hole.

I would die on this hill simply because I don't

want that many people in my home for a week.

And your brother-in-law should not have planned a vacation if

he cannot afford a hotel. Comment number two, not the a-hole.

She argued family do things for each other without expecting

anything in return. Then why didn't they do something for

you when you needed a place to sleep? Comment number three,

not the a-hole, my wife is like this too, always

goes on about why do you help your family and

not mine? It helps that my family helps each other

while her family only takes. And yeah, ripe stars, honestly,

I hate it when people always take from you but

never give something in return. That is one of the

things I really despise. And the next Reddit story starts

like this. It's probably the best to start this off

with some context. My son was born with a fractured spine,

which never healed properly. This means he cannot walk. Well, barely.

He can do a few steps. So he has had

to use a wheelchair since day one and will most

likely always have to. He is 11 now and gets

around fine. He's so used to it that it doesn't

really cause him any limitations. Me, my wife and son

moved a house a couple of months ago into a

new neighborhood. The area is nice, a certain improvement from

where we lived before, or so we thought. On our

first day, our neighbor came over and said... Hey, I'm Karen,

your next-door neighbor, she said with a smile as we

were hauling boxes into the house. Oh, hello, nice to

meet you, my wife replied, chuffed to be getting to

know people so quickly. It's a lovely neighborhood, as I'm

sure you can see. Karen continued making light conversations. Oh,

I know, right? It's just lovely. Don't worry, we'll keep

your lawn nice and tidy. Oh, excellent. We've had some

issues in the past with that. People trying to change

their path, etc. Karen rolled her eyes at the idea. Oh, well,

we'll be changing our path, my wife replied awkwardly. Excuse me? Why?

Karen's face had changed to one of anger. Well, it's

not wide enough for our son's wheelchair. Your son's what? Wheelchair? Yes,

I heard you. But why do you think this is

the place for such a person? Sorry? At this point,

I had walked over, hearing the strange nature of the conversation.

And who might you be? Karen asked, hands on hips. Um,

her husband. Now what's the issue with the path being changed?

It will look out of place. But more to the point,

your son will. Excuse me, what? What are you trying

to say here? This is not the area for someone

like your son. You would have realized that if you

had any brain. Look around. Nothing is accessible. Your house

has steps to the entrance and a small path, as

it should be. Yeah, exactly. No, we will just be

changing things as we are entitled to do it. You know,

because it's our house. Me and my wife shared a

look as we watched the cocks turn in Karen's mind.

She said nothing for a couple minutes before storming off

to her house and slamming the door. I did not

have a very good feeling about her, and I was right.

The next few weeks were awful. She kept coming out

and trying to disrupt the work we were having done

to the house to make it accessible for our son.

who was staying with my parents until the work was finished,

by the way. By the end of it, we just

ignored her, telling her to go away, and never worked

and arguing with her was draining. Once everything was finished,

we went and picked up my son. Karen must have

seen us getting the wheelchair out of the car to

bring over to where my son was set, as the

next thing we knew she was charging out of her house, saying, Ah,

so where's the charming boy? she asked. He'll be getting

out in a minute, I said, a little worried for

what fiasco she might be planning. Please don't let me

stop you. I walked around to his side of the

car and helped him out. My wife also got out

and shared a worried look with me. Hello there, I'm

your new neighbor. Karen exasperated, holding out her hand. Hi,

I'm Sam, my son replied, reaching out his hand. But

just as he was about to shake hers, she pulled

her hand away. Oh, sorry, force of habit. I don't

want to catch anything. What? I asked. You know, I

don't want to catch whatever your son has. You cannot

catch his inability to walk. What a disrespectful comment. Well,

I don't want to take my chances. What are you

still doing here? My wife asked. Well, I think you

guys should move, she said with a straight face. What?

We are not going to move, I replied with a laugh.

I think you will find you will. People like your

son cannot be in this neighborhood. I will fine you

if you don't. What on earth are you on about?

You cannot just demand stuff like this. You know very well.

Move out now. I will ensure the next owners revert

the disgusting changes you have made to your home. We

are not moving and please stop shouting like that in

front of my child and stop acting so discriminatory towards him.

I'm not discriminating. If anything, you are discriminating against me.

I laughed at this and said, there's no way you

could possibly think that. Move out now. Or tell your

stupid kid to not use that ugly thing. He needs it.

What is so hard to understand about this? What's your

problem with it? Like it's not obvious. It obscures the

neighborhood and devalues our property values. What? That's absurd. I've

never heard something so ridiculous in my life. Dad, what's

going on? My son asked with a shaky voice. Nothing, son.

Don't worry. Your stupid wheelchair is causing issues. That's what's

going on. You and your family need to leave from here.

Karen screamed at my son, bending down and getting way

too close. Back away from my son now. I demanded

putting my hand on her shoulder and shoving her away. Assault!

Oh shut up, stop discriminating against my son, leave me

and my family alone or we will go to the police.

Are you threatening me? She asked and I didn't like

the look that crossed over her eyes. In the next

few seconds Karen reached into her pocket and pulled out

a can of pepper spray. I thought she was going

to aim it at myself, but before I could stop her,

she had sprayed it all over my son. It got

into his eyes and mouth, and understandably, he began crying

in agony. There, it's what you deserve. Remember that feeling.

Karen stormed off with a smirk. Me and my wife

immediately began consoling my son, and another neighbor ran out

with milk and began pouring it over his eyes, which

seemed to help. She also said she would rung the police,

and they were on their way. We had never met

this woman before. but she seemed to know a lot

about Karen. The police arrived and a paramedic began helping

my son. The police took statements from us and a

little while later from my son too. This other neighbor

also gave a statement and better yet had footage from

her security cameras that showed everything that happened as we

happened to just be in the frame. There was sound too,

so all of Karen's discriminatory remarks were heard as well.

Most importantly, there was footage of her spraying pepper in

my son's eyes, Karen came running out. What's going on here?

Oh my god, is he okay? She had a fake

look of sympathy and shock in her eyes. I was

not proud of what happened next though. When she came

close enough I swung my fist and knocked her out cold.

I of course then got a scolding from the police

but given the circumstances that was all I got in punishment.

They hauled Karen into their car as she began regaining conscience.

My son was feeling better but understandably was distressed so

we all headed inside and waited for the cops to

come back. We had told them that we wanted to

press charges. The court date rolled around and the case

was almost comical. My son actually wanted to be there,

said it felt exciting and would be a good story

for school. Anyway, Karen made a few more outrageous comments

which did not help her case. It was also revealed

that there have been numerous complaints filed by ex-neighbors for

other discriminatory acts against their own disabilities, so she was

clearly a repeat offender of this type of thing. None

of these other complaints went as far as there was

little proof, but with the footage our neighbor provided of

the attack, our case was an easy win. Because of

the clearly premeditated nature of Karen's crime and the fact

that she was a repeat offender of discriminatory acts, she

was sentenced to five years in prison without the chance

of parole. They practically had to drag her out kicking

and screaming, and according to her, she was doing a

justice to the neighborhood. Speaking of the neighborhood, she had

also been banned by the council from living there anymore.

We have new neighbors now, a lovely family that are

becoming good friends of ours. And the next one is

titled Quitting a Job in Style. I was working a

second job at our local small grocery store and butcher

shop few nights a week to pay for my kids' activities.

I was hired as a cashier, the person that did

the end of day butcher shop clean up and sanitizing quit.

So instead of hiring someone for clean up, the owners

decided that the cashiers could just do it between customers.

The owners sat at their office watching TV and effing

around and when a customer came in, doorbell would ring,

they would bust the phone in the butcher area for

the cashier, to come check them out. When I came

in for my shift at 6pm and was told about

the new setup, I told them no. I was not

hired to clean up the butcher area. I was hired

to run the register and stock shelves. The owner then

said that I would clean the butcher shop or I

could consider myself fired and they walked away. I said fine,

I grabbed my things and left and apparently the owner

thought I had given in and was doing the cleaning.

So they buzzed the butcher area when customers came in

for about two hours before someone told them no one

was coming to check them out. The store's liquor area,

cigarettes and scratchers got emptied out. It was 7.30 and

I got a screaming phone call from the owner about

how he was calling the police and I was gonna

get arrested. Yeah, right. The owner did call the police

and the owner stated he wanted me arrested as an

accomplice to the thefts because I had left. The cops

asked me to come to the store, which I did,

and I explained that the owner had fired me, so

I went home and the CCTV would prove that fact.

The tape was reviewed and plain as day, The owner

said I was fired. I estimate they lost about $ 30, 000.

And the next one is another malicious compliance story. So

there was the perfect example of malicious compliance one evening

at the bus depot my brother and I used to

work at quite a long time ago. Some backstory, my

brother started out as a general laborer, cleaning the buses,

moving them to correct locations, don't need CDLs in shop

and other miscellaneous tasks throughout the night. The supervisor was

a stubborn jackass, always knows best. The supervisor was telling

my brother to perform a task that was a little risky.

Everyone in the area could hear the conversation pretty well

because we worked close together. One night, the supervisor said

to move a certain bus in between two other buses

that were parked a little too close together, the length

of the conversation went sort of like this. I'm sure

you can see where the malicious compliance is about to

come into play. The supervisor told him to stop making

excuses for not wanting to work. He assumed all the

workers were lazy because it's union. brother okay will do

boss as he backed in everyone in the shop started

staring because they knew it would be bad the whole

shop was taken over by the loud scraping noises the

sub ran over yelling what the hell are you doing

brother making it fit by this time the supervisor was

pissed and said now you have to write an accident

report well my brother was compliment on the end as

well As he wrote the accident report, he reads it

out loud. Supervisor told me to park a bus in

Lot C. I explained I didn't feel comfortable and it

wouldn't fit. And well, he told me to make it fit.

Before he could finish, the supervisor cut him off and said,

What are you doing? Brother, writing the incident report. Okay, okay,

don't worry about it. I'll take care of this. Brother, okay,

that's fine. Everyone watched as this happened and it was

to talk around the shop for quite a long time.

Management never brought this incident back up and the supervisor

must have brushed this under the rug as to not

get himself in trouble. About a year after that, my

brother was actually promoted to supervisor and then eventually to

the manager of the shop. And the next Reddit story

starts like this. So I consider stability to be very

important to raising children. In that way, I'm aware of

how fortunate I was to have my farmhouse growing up.

Family was always accessible and I learned so many skills,

one of the most important of which is the satisfaction

and pride that comes from putting everything into a day's work.

As I was coming up, the world was starting to change.

It was crucial to father that school be my priority.

The changes in the world showed with me and my

siblings and my cousins growing up. I was the only

member of my generation of the family that stayed and

devoted my adult life to the farm. Don't get me wrong,

I don't claim to be the only thing keeping this

farm running. My beautiful wife is skilled enough with finances

to have built a successful career working online while keeping

the farm successful as well. In any time when our

financial stability was threatened, my younger sister and one of

my cousins have always been willing to dip into the

savings and investments they built up through their own hard

work to keep us afloat. And that is not even

counting all the workers and contractors that keep the farm

running throughout the year when one pair of hands is

not enough. This farm is fundamental to my life and

I have raised my own children to learn to value

the farm and the lessons this land can teach while

also making sure they learn from school how to succeed

in the world beyond as well. At one time my

family knew many more of the details of the founding

of the farmland and how it fell to our family's hands.

We are still able to track the family back at

least 125 years and find its destiny tied to the farmland.

A large part of what makes the stability of this

farm so important to me is just how visible the

constant change is in the rest of the world. Year

after year the city creeps closer to me and developments

rise out of the ground like weeds. Now the encroachment

is visible at the edge of my property I've watched

a nearby housing development rise out of the ground in

an impossibly short amount of time. Then again, if each

house looks the same, then it must be pretty easy

to pump them out by the end of the process.

This was one of those developments that a few investors

had plans for from the very beginning. The investors who

bought the land organized an HOA for the development before

there were homes to own. They approached me often during

the construction and made some offers for my land. When

it was obvious that sale would happen, they offered to

allow me and my farmland into their HOA contract. I

politely turned them down no matter how rudely persistent they stayed.

Of course, a man who owns a farm and shows

a polite nature is generally considered to be a simpleton.

At least in their mind. I've learned that there's plenty

to be gained from being underestimated by people, though. My

wife was furious at some of the haughty interactions she

witnessed the HOA leaders have with me, but I just

kept my guard up and let them pump their houses

out of the cookie cutters and into the metaphorical oven.

When the development was complete, homeowners came flooding in. These

homes were brilliantly located at good prices and there was

even an HOA to keep all the facilities in the

housing development in tip-top shape. So all the working class

homeowners could forget about any of those concerns. Being their

simple redneck neighbor, I heard the grumbling start when a

new president to the HOA came pretty much out of nowhere.

They had worked with the investors that built this development

to begin with, but they had none of the same

priorities and mentality. Their focus in the past had been

business investment and the beginning and end of their concerns

were the returns they could get on their investments. At

this same time, I started to be bugged again. The

new HOA president had obviously been briefed on me because

he came to visit with a casserole to gift me,

absolutely horrific, thanks for asking, and a tone of voice

that made it clear he thought I would be shocked

that negative numbers were even a thing. He was obviously

bugged when me and my wife kindly turned down joining

the HOA and then firmly rebuffed letting him have a

stake in our land. I recognized the concealed pout from

when we didn't let my daughter go over to her

friend's house over the weekend because her schoolwork wasn't done.

A few months go by and I am shocked that

the HOA president let things sit where they had been left.

That is until I get the first letter from this HOA. Obviously,

the HOA president thought it would be too obvious for

someone simple-minded like me to figure out if he claimed

that I had only missed the last six months of

HOA dues while he was the president. So he decided

to claim that I had not only been a member

of the HOA for the last two years, but I

had yet to pay my dues a single time. The

first letter even kindly offered to let me off the

hook for late fees. How kind of him. Of course,

I tossed the letter to the site and went about

my life. However, the letters kept streaming in, all past

the first claim I had ignored their warnings and as

a result would have to pay hefty late fees to

make the total of what I owed them $ 15, 000. I

saw all the rest of the letters through a red

haze of anger. $ 15, 000 could completely ruin my ability to

keep the farm running on its own income. I'd already

tapped into my family's pockets at times, but never something

like this. Even thinking that they would never be able

to make me pay, I could not help but panic

at the thought of if this could force me to

give up my home or something. My wife advised me

not to act, but had some work to do in

the city and unfortunately couldn't stop me. I stormed over

to the HOA development after this letter claiming that I

owed them $ 15, 000 and went straight to the HOA president's

horribly unhumble abode. I did not stop to listen to

the secretary and so I walked in on an important

meeting that consisted of him sharing coffee with another man

who looked convinced that his crap did not stink. I

demanded to know the meaning of the letter. The HOA

president waved off the secretary from where she followed me

into the room, looking shocked. He told his friends with

the cotton candy farts to stay and that I would

not be there long. Then he stood up and got

up close to my face. He said, that OP is

a consequence. Those come when you refuse to honor agreements

and legal contracts. This one is large because you had

plenty of time to honor your agreements. I replied, agreements

I made before you even came to beg me to

join your HOA, and let you start whittling away at

my family's land. He said, That's a hefty accusation, my friend.

I would prefer if we don't get emotional about this.

You should understand that you may live on land that

has been around for a long time, but that doesn't

mean that you can follow rules that they followed back

in the day that an individual farmer was actually relevant.

Attacking me is not enough. Of course he belittles the

entire community of farmers that keep the nation's agriculture from

being monopolized by corporations. I said, I'm not paying anything.

I kept the letter in my hand. though I did

crumple it in my fist and stormed out of the room.

The letters then started to get more hotly worded and

a few threatened the safety of my livelihood and my family.

I started to get worried and considered sending my wife

and daughters away to live with my sister in the

city or something. My wonderful wife made it clear that

they would never dream of making me stand up for

my home alone and they could all take precautions to

keep everyone safe. I did not have to worry about

them sending Wild West bounty hunters to my home yet.

I certainly had plenty of lawyers who would have made

perfect scarecrows if they didn't already have massive sticks up

their butts. They tramped through my crops and even let

my animals out of their fences. I had an old

sheepdog that died during this period. And to this day,

I don't have proof, but I'm certain that they must

have poisoned him or something. One of these lawyers found

me working in the field one day, and I at

least enjoyed the look of disgust on his face when

his nice dress shoes got muddy. He came out to

me looking like he was wading through poop instead of mud,

and then he tossed out a few words that took

any sort of self-satisfied grin from my face. He offered

to explain any of the legal terms and any of

the words over two syllables since they all thought I

didn't make it past second grade, but the moment I

heard lean, I went running for my wife. We were

finally in agreement that this was escalating to a point

where we couldn't ignore them, so we hired a lawyer.

The lawyer heard us out and since he actually had

ears and half a brain, he was able to tell

that me and my wife actually knew a thing or two.

We were well aware of how much of the events

that had gone on and of the sketchy legal positioning

it all fit within. He asked if we had ever

received a contract and we said we hadn't. He told

us to get one from the HOA president under the

pretense of trying to understand the fines and to give

it to him along with every piece of correspondence they

had sent our way that we still had. We got

him these items and then he asked us if we

knew anything about dissatisfaction within the housing development with the HOA.

We mentioned some of the grumblings that we had been

hearing since the new HOA president came in, but they

had ultimately seemed to go nowhere, so we didn't think

they would be important. Our lawyer did some extra research

through his paralegals, and when he came to us and

told us we could bring them to court, his grin

convinced us that we could win. It was child's play

to prove that we were not part of the HOA.

If the longevity of our property was not enough, then

the proof that our home was still registered as farmland

in the state and the HOA's contract was specific about

overseeing residential land certainly was. The lawyer had found proof

that the HOA president had even filed for permits to

develop my farmland without yet having even ownership over it.

He had obviously been trying to force me and my

family out through his intimidation and fines. Fraud charges combined

with our fines and the potential lien being dissolved. But

our lawyer made it clear that to end it, it

would be unethical. The lawyer presented the letters and the

aggressive wording that came in, as well as mine, and

my wife's testimony of the unceasing disrespect at the hands

of the HOA president as signs of harassment and assault.

Then he presented testimonies from homeowners within the HOA development

that spoke of their dissatisfaction as many of the neighborhood's

amenities were falling into disrepair and their HOA dues were

not going down at times they even went up. This

and bank statements of the HOA that the judge requested

be presented before the court showed that the money from

people's dues were not going towards the projects that the

HOA president claimed. A large chunk of the funds seemed

to go towards personal accounts and separate investment projects the

HOA president was involved in. The judge ruled that the

HOA president was guilty of fraud, harassment and embezzlement. He

requested reparations for me and my wife, as well as

all those who had paid dues to the HOA during

the period of time when embezzlement had been happening. Due

to the thorough corruption of the HOA at the hands

of the president, the judge also ruled for it to

be disbanded and for the members to be released from

their contracts for free. Oh, and by the way, the

pretentious jerk had jail time on top of fines that

made my 15 grand look like monopoly money. My sister

paid for the legal fees during the case, but I've

met my lawyer and bought him a drink every week since.

He also gets some free products from my various farmer's

market stalls when he doesn't insist on paying and threatens

to make a scene if we don't let him. And here,

ripe stars, I'm glad that in the end everything turned

out well for OP. I hope in the future these

HOAs really stop messing with farmers. The next one is

titled My wife, female 32, recently had wine spilled on

her by my best friend, female 31, during our wedding.

Now she is demanding that I, male 33, cut ties.

So me and Ailey met through a mutual friend in

2012 during a pub quiz at university. I was quite

attracted to her and actually told her so at the

end of the evening, but she told me she had

a boyfriend even though she was flattered all the same.

Fast forward three years later, I met Eliza at the

Edinburgh Fringe, and we just clicked immediately. Politics, music, cinema,

whatever the subject approached, there was a spark that I'd

never felt with anyone else. Like, she just made sense

with me. Her personality was just vivid. It's hard to describe,

but I'll try. On first impression... She was so knowledgeable

and enthusiastic, I was taken aback by her intensity. From

that point onwards, we were inseparable, and I was dead

certain of our future together long before we got engaged.

Enter Ailey again. I started a new job at an

advertising firm with a position in web design, and she

was one of the only people I knew. At first,

it was a little awkward given our history, especially considering

that she was now married to the boyfriend she was

dating back then. But there was no one else I

knew at the firm and we both had partners at

this point, so it couldn't hurt to be friends, right?

And to be honest, I'm glad because I feel like

our chemistry as friends superseded any potential we might have

had as a couple. She is clever and has a

bit of a cheeky personality. I'm quite dry and sarcastic myself,

so I reckon we have a pretty fun dynamic. Eliza

does not seem to feel that way though, sometimes when

it's been the three of us she has expressed a

feeling of being left out or that Ailey has been

making fun of her. I don't see it, it's just

our dynamic but there have been a couple of nights

where Eliza has been in tears because of something that

Ailey has said. One time Eliza got out of her

seat and Ailey sat down where she was sitting to

show me a video on YouTube. When Eliza came back in,

she saw Ailey leaning next to me and was upset

for the rest of the night. Sometimes there have been

times when Ailey has said something that Eliza has read

as a come on. Like when I said I missed

swimming because I felt out of shape, Ailey said, the

two of us should go together with a playful punch.

Eliza didn't say anything at the time, but her discomfort

was visible. Things really came to a head though on

our wedding and I think the stress of it really

got to Eliza. During the reception, Ailey bumped into her

and red wine spilled all over her dress. She was

bawling the entire evening. We are now on our honeymoon

and Eliza has said she hopes for a fresh start,

but she feels like Ailey might have spilled her wine

on purpose. She is suggesting that I cut ties with

her and if I'm honest, I'm not sure I want to.

Where do I go from here? Comment number one, the

number of times I've bumped into someone and spilled my

drink on them is exactly once in my entire life

and I was a crap-faced teenager. You are either astoundingly

naive or Ailey is somehow the unluckiest woman in the

world to accidentally spill her red wine on the bride

on her wedding day. I think you know which one

is more likely. Your wife won't be staying your wife

for much longer unless you start actually listening to her.

and stop dismissing all of her fears as baseless insecurities.

Comment number two, I'll just say it to you straight,

take a step back and look at your post and

comments objectively. See a pattern? You are constantly defending Ailey

in regards to your wife. Why is that? Your wife

is upset because of the jokes Ailey makes. Why haven't

you asked Ailey to tone it down? To not make

them to Eliza? You seem to be under the impression

that Eliza should suck it up or not be so sensitive.

Just because you are not bothered by those jokes doesn't

mean that Eliza is not. Has Ailey apologized for spilling

the wine? If it came down to it and you

had to choose, who would you pick? This issue is

because of your lack of attention towards the whole thing.

You have known that your wife has had problems for

years now with Ailey and you have seriously done nothing.

I'm sorry, but do you even want to be married

to your wife? From your posts and your comments, it

sounds like you and Ailey are in denial. Your wife

is saying something to you and are you not listening

because you don't believe her or is it because you

don't want to lose Ailey? And now we got an

update to the story and it reads like this. You know,

I posted here recently looking for guidance on how to

deal with my wife's anxiety and hurt revolving around my

friend and it seems like I got read the riot act,

probably rightly so. So I've been completely inconsiderate of Eliza's

feelings and how she feels about these roastings and you

alerted me to the possibility that Ailey is doing this

just to be a little crap. I sat down with

Eliza and we had an in-depth conversation about the wedding incident.

I got her to describe the event step by step

in her own words. I was leaving the lobby into

the dining venue and Ailey was a little tipsy at

this point and already stumbling from the bar. She was

initially walking slower but seemed to speed up when she

saw me. We collided into each other and she pulled

an ashamed face and made a joke about me looking

like Rosamund Pike in Gone Girl before scurrying away. She

seemed embarrassed in the moment, but she didn't apologize to me.

I heard from other people that she was appalled about

what happened, but I never heard anything from her directly.

It just paints a picture of habitual microaggressions from her

that have festered into this ugly anxiety whenever she's around.

I pretty much predict whenever I'm in her vicinity, there

will be weird behavior or uncomfortable comments and I don't

want to continue being in a situation where my husband

brings someone into my home who resents me simply for existing.

That was a real gut punch to me. For me,

I always felt like it was just insecurity about me

fancying Ailey for 10 minutes years ago, but Eliza is

really torn up about this. She has said that the

honeymoon has been miserable because the memory has been swirling

around in her mind and she feels like I'm gonna

downplay or dismiss it. No one should feel like they

cannot just be themselves, especially not at home. I did

not realize what a craphead I'd been, and I apologized

profusely to Eliza and decided to phone up Ellie to

confront her about the wedding incident. So I did, and it...

it didn't go well. Basically, I told her that Eliza

was really hurt by the wedding dress incident, that she'd

been hurt by her behavior for a long time... and

that if she cannot bring herself to apologize to Eliza's

face at least, she could pay towards getting the stain removed.

And if she couldn't bring herself to even do that,

then our friendship had to stop. To say that Ailey

was taken aback would be an understatement. She was completely

blindsided asking what was wrong with their interactions that made

me want to go to such extremes. I mentioned the

leapfrog comment and she went, but even you call her that,

stating that Eliza called her Garfield because of her weight

and bright orange hair. When I mentioned that she ran

towards Eliza and didn't apologize for spilling wine on her,

she got really upset and started shouting that she was

not running at her to hurl wine at her dress.

She was running from her because she didn't want to

talk at that moment because she feels like Eliza hates

her and she doesn't know how to go about it.

She started pointing out times when Eliza had been funny

towards her and I basically said, right, but this is

not about when Eliza has hurt you. This is about

when you've hurt Eliza and it's got so bad that

it needs to be talked about. And she started laughing

and it was really uncomfortable. I know she does this

when she's anxious about something. Eliza asked me if things

were okay from the other room and Ailey demanded if

this was set up and when I tried to explain

myself she hung up. Her husband even phoned me insisting

that he would pay for the damage if it's less

stressful for me. I told Ewan, the husband, that I

appreciated that but I needed to know where Ailey stood

regarding what I just said. Ewan told me that Ailey

makes jokes whenever she's anxious or uncomfortable and that I've

wrote about it in the past but the wedding dress

incident is a major issue and that he wants to

smooth things over as much as I do. So him

and Ailey will pay towards dry cleaning, whilst the condolences

hamper is sent to Eliza. Finally, Eliza was relieved that

Iwan was so understanding, but she wasn't thrilled about Ailey's reaction.

Basically said that the Garfield comment was always about her

hair and never about her weight, and that she was

deliberately trying to make it seem like the bad behavior

went both ways. I don't think it's went both ways either,

because I've never noticed Eliza roasting Ailey in any real way.

Eliza has suggested we try marriage counselling. I was a

bit shocked at first because we've only been married a month. Anyway,

I decided maybe that's the way forward because if Eliza

reckons that we need counseling for it, then it's clearly

a problem. So yeah, me and Eliza are gonna try

marriage counseling and my future with Ailey is uncertain. And

the next Reddit story starts like this. I'm getting married

in seven days and I am beyond screwed. So I

need help because I'm pretty sure my life is falling apart.

I met Jessica around 2017. It started out as just

a mutual friendship until we grew to like each other's

company more and more. We never really expected it to

grow past this point, but maybe it's because most of

our interactions were still around other friends for most of

our early friendship. Then the pandemic struck. Of course, no

one knew what was going to come with the lockdown

in our modern era. In many ways, we are the

best suited the human race has ever been for such

a thing. In others, we certainly are not. So I

locked myself in my apartment and got lucky. that my

job was able to very quickly transition to an online environment.

It did not take me long to deeply hate this.

I was still in contact with many of my friends

and family, but I was struggling to communicate emotionally with them.

I didn't have as much to relate to with some

of them because we didn't occupy the same online space.

Many of those who were as comfortable as I am

in the online space, this is not my first time

on this site by the way, even if I don't

post often, were still thriving by the time I had

started to flounder. I kept feeling drawn to speak to

Jessica even though I was sure that she had far

worse things to be concerned about than silly old me.

And I would not be writing this post if I

hadn't reached out to her. We seem to have found

that we were exactly what the other needed. Simply put,

we bared our hearts to each other over the next

few months and she may have saved my life. It

didn't take long for us to find that the simplest

way to describe our relationship was dating. I did not

wait long to propose once we got a chance to

see each other after getting tested. She moved in with

me shortly after that and from that point on everything

seemed like it would be perfect. After a while, everything

seemed to return to normal in the world around us.

I thought I had worked a miracle and made it

out the other side of the pandemic better than I

had started it. I knew just how lucky this was

as I lost an uncle to the pandemic and one

of my lifelong friends lost his grandma, who had practically

raised him because of how irresponsible his parents were. Jessica

and I emerged from isolation all the better for the

reintroduction of our social life. We took things slow and

mostly just enjoyed staying in with groups of friends and

then we would go out with them and then we

would go out on the town together. All through it,

I made it clear that Jessica could choose the date

of the wedding since I'd sprung it on her quickly

after our relationship started. Eventually, the world finally seemed distance

enough from the depths of quarantine and Jessica decided that

she was ready for a wedding. At least that is

what I was hoping was going through her mind when

this all started. She started planning everything four and a

half months ago. She also started to act strange. I

figured it was just anxiety. We both trusted each other

with everything through much of our dual quarantine. And it

didn't seem like she was exactly hiding things, but she

started to get upset if I was somewhere behind her

while she was on her phone. She would really get

flustered if I ever entered a room without her realizing

at first. None of this seemed to line up even

with the Jessica I knew from before the pandemic, but

a blissful part of me was somehow willing and able

to imagine that it was just isolation changing her as

it had changed all of us. I've never been one

to invade my partner's privacy, by the way. If I've

built enough trust that we are living together and have

our possessions lying around everywhere, then I accept that as

a statement of integrity. After all, I don't have to

dig through my partner's messages if it's sitting on a

coffee table available for me to do it, or at

least that's how I view it. When I ended up

waiting for Jessica to finish her shower and her phone

started getting text notifications, I'll admit that the strange behavior

came to mind. I wasn't gonna dig any deeper, but

I'd see who she was receiving texts from. It turned

out I did not need to dig too deep. She

was receiving texts from a guy named Thomas. The text

seemed routine and tied to work until I scrolled a

little further up and saw the end of their last conversation.

They had established some sort of minor code to start

and end conversations, so if I just opened up their conversation,

it would look normal, but the real meat was in between. Sexting,

planning meetings, complaints about me, and how unfulfilling I am sexually.

It was making me legitimately sick to my stomach to

read these messages, but I had to know one other thing.

I scrolled to the top of the conversation and saw

that it had started about three months ago. Three months!

I hope none of you know just how much finding

something like this out can make you question everything good

you have in your life. My fiancé got out of

the shower and I gave her her phone. I felt

like an idiot when I said, someone named Thomas messaged you.

It looked like it was about work. I felt even

worse when she snatched a phone from me and was

instantly defensive about the fact that I opened up her phone.

She asked if I was snooping and I just raised

my hands in surrender and said no and apologized about

the invasion of privacy and all that jazz. It's been

a day or two now and I don't know what

to do. I have a feeling that I know what

90% of the comments are gonna read but maybe that's

what I need to make a tough decision. Thank you

all for reading this. I guess I needed to vent

as much as I needed help. Update to the story. Alright,

you guys have been blowing up the comments on here

and I finally feel like I can come in here

and update you guys. So I've been wanting to thank

you for nearly the whole week but at first things

were really tough and I didn't think I had it

in me to share this. So by the time things

were going to get better I decided that I wanted

to wait until I could tell the whole story. Now

that time has come. Also I want to clarify that

I did propose so early because my family has been

notably horrible to family members that have moved in with

partners before at least engagement. I made this clear to

Jessica when I proposed so she wouldn't feel pressured that

it meant we had to get married right away. Back

to the story though. I was pretty sure I knew

what I needed to do right away, but I needed

encouragement and I really found that here. So I knew

I had to confront her. Our days were really busy

with all the events that come with planning a wedding,

but I managed to find time where I could be

alone with her the day after my initial post. I

was brutally honest with her at just what I had

found and how emotionally destroyed I was. I told her

that we should at least delay the wedding and maybe

we would find that we needed to cancel it, but

I wanted to wait on that decision. until I was

less emotionally involved. She waited through everything I said, though

she did start crying and emotionally reacting in ways that

she claimed to be uncontrollable in the moment. According to her,

she had noticed that I hardly ate anything that day

and spent most of the day trying to find my

way out of any plans. She was not sure what

was wrong with her, but guilt had been building up

in her all day. When I brought her the phone

and she immediately felt fearful and defensive, she said that

guilt was building up in her and she realized what

a horrible mistake she was making. She wanted to break

it off with Thomas, but first she was concerned that

this exact confrontation would be coming. She blabbered and begged

that we don't cancel the wedding. She claimed that our

relationship was all that helped her to make it through

the quarantine and that I saved her and she didn't

want us to end like this. In the moment, I

was incredibly conflicted because the hurt was still deep down

inside of me, But the part of me that desperately

wanted to be wrong about everything jumped on the chance

and forgave her, as long as I could see definite

proof that she not only broke up with Thomas, but

did everything in her power to never be around him again. Apparently,

he did not work with her, which should have brought

up new questions, so this was not too difficult for her.

I still felt physically sick and I didn't tell my

best friends because I knew that they would not be

willing to forgive her and stand by me in the

ceremony if they didn't fully trust her. They had already

shown doubts early on when we got so close so quick.

I had to do something though or I was pretty

sure I wouldn't make it through the ceremony so I

got a prenup written up. I decided that it could

be proof of her honestly regretting her affair. It's not

like I have tons of money, but I am fortunate

with the career I am in, so this is by

no means unfounded even if I wasn't planning it before.

I brought it into her office to get her signature

away from where family and friends would see. Only, she

was working from home today. Sure as hell she wasn't

considering that I had dropped by the house before going

to her office. All the better for me, though, because

I went straight home and logged into her computer. She

had told me the password once a while back, and

I never really referenced it, so I was pretty confident

she wouldn't have changed it even after me catching her

with the texts. I scrolled through and this time I

dispensed with any semblance of courtesy. I went through all

her different social media DMs and even her texts because

she has Apple devices and the sync is oh so convenient.

I wasn't finding anything but I kept overlooking one conversation

for the same reason that I didn't dig through her

texts with her parents or siblings. I just figured that

I was well aware of her relationship with those people,

my mind was changed the moment I started scrolling through

some of her saved photos that she had hidden in

different folders. Not password protected or anything, just defended by

my own trust in her apparently. Don't I feel great

for that now? Nudes, pictures of dates, a couple of

amateur attempts at adult videos. One folder was all Thomas

and the other one sent me straight to her text

conversations with our wedding planner. So I mentioned we were

planning the wedding for four and a half months and

I won't make you all actually wait, but I want

you all to pause here and guess how long they

have been screwing each other. It was several months. That

was before she told me she wanted to finish the

wedding and before she suggested him as the wedding planner.

I guess that's one way to ensure that you will

have weddings to plan. Find fiancées that are feeling promiscuous

and cut the line of candidates for planning their wedding.

This was when I finally told my best friends and

when I finally felt good enough that I actually wanted

to update you guys. But it was also when the

ball started rolling and I wanted you guys to hear

about the final piece of art. Let's go back a bit.

It turns out Jessica really didn't like to delete anything.

All her pictures and messages with both Thomas and the

WP were recorded incredibly accurately, I sent it all to

my buddies and let them know what I was planning.

I did not even want the slightest chance of her

finding any of the files on my phone or computer,

so I had my buddies do a lot of the

actual planning. I did have to do one thing though,

me and Jessica met with the wedding planner and I

had one thing that I wanted to add to the ceremony.

I wanted there to be a slideshow of important moments

in our relationship during the vows. I figured we could

both contribute and they would play over our heads. Jessica

took this to mean that I had truly forgiven her

and WP assumed he was in the clear, I guess.

They jumped on the idea and he set everything up.

The day of the ceremony finally comes and my blood

is up. I was worried I would have to hide

my visual excitement, but then I remembered it was my

wedding day. I didn't want to blindside some of my

closest family and friends, so I told them, but not

a single person on her side of the aisle had

a clue. The procession is beautiful, the music is divine,

live piano, each bridesmaid is walked down the aisle by

a groomsman with a devilish grin. I gloat. My mother

cried and said that she couldn't wait for the day

that I looked that happy for the woman walking down

the aisle. I cannot help but agree, but for now,

I'm taking a break from serious dating. Anyway, the officiator

was a poor old man, and my one regret standing

there was that he wouldn't know what was coming. Jessica

had vows that she had apparently written with her mother

on her deathbed way back, Or at least that's what

she told me to make me convinced that she cared.

She started reciting them and the first few images of

the correct slideshow played. Then there was a selfie of

her and WP kissing. That started some whispers and some

shock through the crowd. It was a growing realization as

the next slide showed conversations with the names labeled clearly

on the text planning dates in between cake tastings and

dress fittings. I think most guys don't take their eyes

off their bride during the ceremony and that was one

thing I shared with a normal wedding. I watched as

she got enjoyment out of the reactions from the crowd.

When the first nude of WP came up, the gasps

were followed by her father bellowing, Stop this nonsense! That

finally got her to look up. Her brows were furrowed

as she looked out on the crowd. Her whole side

of the aisle with hands over their agape mouth. A

lot of them were starting to cry around her father

who was standing and bellowing nonsense. Meanwhile, my side of

the aisle was quiet. My mother was holding a program

up so she wouldn't have to see the explicit imagery,

but would still be able to watch the ruins of

the ceremony. She looked up and I swear, I've never

seen blood drain out of her face so fast. A

five-star hotel has sheets darker than her face at that moment.

Then the slide transitioned and we all got the full

glory of her moans as WP aka the wedding planner

drilled her for our viewing pleasure. Jessica's family demanded an

end to it shortly after that. Her bridesmaids dragged her

to a private room, WP was dragged back to me

like a puppy carried by the scruff of his neck.

I had a few cousins keep an eye on him

when the slideshow started so he couldn't run. I ended

up getting a full refund for his services. I accepted

the loss of paying for the venue and the catering

that I couldn't cancel in time. It was entirely worth

it to watch Jessica experience just a fraction of the

betrayal she handed my way on what most women hope

is the best day of their lives. The next one

is an M.I.D.A. whole story. I, 24 male, have been

in a relationship with my 24 male boyfriend Jay, for

two years now, and we are planning on moving into

my house next month, but things don't look that way anymore.

So I am an orphan, I lost my parents three

years ago, and me and my brother, Sam, 20 male,

inherited our parents' house and quite a lot of money.

I wouldn't call us rich, but we are definitely comfortable.

My parents were hit by a drunk driver and it

took me over a year in therapy to get over it.

My brother is still going and things have been getting better,

but he still grieves a lot. We both got the house,

but he wanted nothing to do with the house and

asked me to buy him out of it and I agreed.

The house is now in my name and we got

him an apartment 20 minutes from me, so we are

still close to each other. When I met my boyfriend,

I opened myself up again and fell in love, and

we have a wonderful relationship, but the only problem is

his cousin, Mike, 21 male, he hates me like a lot,

and I honestly have no clue why. He hated me

before I even met him. Jay defends him, but tries

to at least make him act nice in front of me.

Three days ago, I hosted a party at my house.

In my house, I have a lot of pics of

my parents, me, my brother and all of us together.

It makes me feel as though they are still with

us and we are still a happy family. At my party,

my friend Sam, Jay and his family were invited and

me and my boyfriend were planning to tell everyone that

we are planning on moving in together. I was so

excited and Sam seemed to be enjoying himself for the

first time in a long time, so I was pretty

damn happy. Before we got to tell everyone, Mike looks

at my brother and points to a picture of my

parents and says, Well, I told Jay to either remove

Mike from my home or I would. Jay got defensive

and said they were messing around and that my brother

needs to be able to joke about stuff like this.

I said, you have three minutes to throw him out

or I will. I set my timer and waited it out.

My boyfriend did not seem to think that I was

serious and when time was up I told everyone that

Mike is no longer welcome in my house and if

he didn't leave now, I would call the cops. His

family said if he goes, then they go. Here is

why I think I might be an a-hole, but still

think my actions were justified. I told them, I don't

give a damn about you all, when you cannot even

teach that guy manners, so get the f out. They

then left, and my friends helped me calm down. They

said they get that I was mad, but I was

out of line. Jay is threatening to break up with me,

and my brother just said to forgive them, but I cannot. So, Reddit,

am I the a-hole? for kicking my boyfriend's family out?

Edit just wanted to say that his family backed Mike

as well, and that's why I said what I said.

And yeah, ripe stars, let me know in the comments

what you think about this story. Is OP the a-hole

or not? I would say OP is certainly not the a-hole.

That is certainly a family of douchebags. Anyway, comment number one,

not the a-hole, break up with Jay and change the

locks on your house if he has a key. He

clearly doesn't respect you. Let his family insult you and

your dead parents in your home after you graciously hosted them.

You deserve better. I'm so sorry for the loss of

your parents. Comment number two, not the a-hole. That was

the most insensitive, rude, a-holish thing I've ever heard. Who

says stuff like that to someone who lost their parents?

Your phrasing may have been over the top, but I

don't feel like you overreacted at all. As a matter

of fact, I think Jay and his family underreacted. How

could they excuse a statement like that is beyond me.

Good for you, standing up for your brother and yourself

like that. Comment number three, not the a-hole. If they

cannot respect you, your family or your deceased parents in

your home, they know where the door is. Update to

the story. I had a long talk with my brother.

He says that if I want to forgive Jay, that

I should do that and that he will be in

my sight no matter what. but he won't ever be

in the same room as Mike again, and if I

ever host a party or anything like that and Mike

is there, he won't go. Jay and I had a

talk today at lunchtime, I took a sick day and

just wanted this to be over so I could go

on with my life. And then Jay came to my

house and the first thing he said was ready to

apologize to Mike, and I told him, that if he

didn't change his tone and cut the crap, that I

would throw the door in his face. He looked shocked

at my response and came in and sat down so

we could talk. I told him that what Mike said

is just evil and that I won't have him disrespect

my late parents and my brother. I told him that

I won't ever be in the same room as him again.

Jay stayed quiet, took his phone out, sent a text

and then he started to talk. He basically said that

it was meant as a joke and that me and

Sam took it way too personal which made me yell

at him. We argued about 10 minutes more and then

Mike showed up. I looked at Jay and he told

me to just hear him out being the idiot I

apparently am. I did. He said and I quote, I'm

sorry you and your brother cannot take a joke but

can we get past this now? I said to Mike,

get out, and he left. Jay started to yell, but

I just said, we are over, and told him to

get out. He started crying and told me he was sorry.

I just took my keys back and threw him out.

I'm not even sad, I'm just hurt and angry, but

thank you to all of you. Your comments helped, and

I'm grateful. This whole thing will probably sink in later

today or tomorrow, so once again, thanks to all of you.

By the way, I haven't blocked him yet, as I

still need to get some of the things I left

at his place, but after that, I will block him

and his family. And yeah guys, props to OP for

turning the situation around and I hope that OP will

find someone better in the very near future. And the

next Reddit story starts like this. My family for generations

has lived in Bulgaria and I was the first generation

to immigrate away. The thing is that the family farm

has been in my name and sat unused for a

good amount of time. I didn't want to run it

or move back to Bulgaria, so I've just been kind

of letting it sit while I figure out what the

heck I want to do with it. When I had

a break from work, I decided to travel back there

to at least see the land and try and make

some sort of plan for it. What I didn't expect

was to see the land that had been built over

and there was now a water park sitting on it.

The other farms in the area were long gone and

replaced with a small town. A town that was now

having the benefit of the water park being on my land.

The owner of the park was a guy named Ivan

who owned the piece of land next to mine. Now,

I had never given Ivan permission to use the land,

so I was rightfully angry that he turned my family

land into his amusement center. I found it extremely disrespectful

and when I found him, I was already angry. There

was no chance for me to get into this conversation,

not going extremely volatile. Me, what did you do to

my land? You ruined it. Ivan, whoa, whoa, I created

something wonderful for the town. And to probably fill his pockets,

I added in my mind. Me, I really don't care

about why you build it. All I know is that

it's on my property and I want it shut down now. Ivan,

actually you haven't been here, so the land is mine

through adverse possessions. For those that don't speak legal terms,

that means he was saying he was squatting on the

land and was allowed to take it because I had

left it. A law that I learned exists overseas, but

under this situation in Bulgaria didn't actually exist. He was

just throwing words around to try and scare me. He

was not gonna shut it down, so I decided that

I was just gonna have to make him. I filed

a complaint against Ivan with the local police about him

constructing the park illegally and that it shouldn't be in operation.

They said they would send inspectors to the park to

see what was going on. What they ended up finding

was several health and safety violations and issues notices for

Ivan to shut down the park. Warnings that Ivan flat

out ignored and instead continued to operate it and refused

to admit that I owned the land. Which for that

complaint would take forever to get settled unless I pursued

legal action more severe than a simple complaint. I not

only made sure that the government was charging him criminally

with stealing my land and illegal construction and refusal to

shut down the illegal park but also a civil case.

I wanted him evicted off of my land and to

gain the money that he profited for using it. It

gets a little complicated when a criminal and civil case

are kind of for the same thing so I will

try and break it down in a way That makes

the most sense. For the eviction, Ivan was given several

notices to leave the property and shut down his park.

When he kept ignoring and refusing these orders, the government

had to step in to shut the park down since

it was dangerous for people. He did not even bother

having insurance in the case of somebody getting hurt, it

was an accident waiting to happen. But Ivan just didn't

seem to care, until he was forced out of the

property and it was locked so he couldn't get himself

back in. He was also told that removal of the

park he built would be done and he would be

the one paying for it and all profits gained from

the park would be transferred to me. Luckily, he kept

actual books on the place, and they seemed legit, so

the money was easily trackable. It wasn't a ton of money,

but it was a nice amount that I didn't have before. Now, criminally,

he was being charged with illegal construction, illegal possession of land, trespassing,

and some other building thing that I forgot the name for.

basically building a knowingly unsafe structure with disregard for the

safety and well-being of others. Ivan was not just going

to go down without trying to weasel his way out

of this. First, he was arguing that he did own

the land, so he shouldn't have to pay me anything

or get in trouble. I had court documents and others

showing that I owned the land and was the legal

owner on file. Even if he did make a verbal

agreement with the previously deceased owner, my great uncle, it

wouldn't be valid. Plus we all know that it never

actually happened. He decided to try and maintain that the

entire thing was just one giant misunderstanding. Somehow still coming

off as arrogant instead of apologetic. Ivan, I had no

idea there was anybody left in the family to own

this property. He wasn't there and I assumed he knew

about my past agreement. This entire thing is being blown

out of proportion. I know that I did wrong and

want to give him the land back, even though I

technically did acquire it correctly using adverse possession. Which the

court is refusing to even acknowledge. Yeah, insult the court,

that's a smart idea. The judge then said, we are

well past it. You made zero attempts to gain a

deed for the land. You cannot acquire property under adverse

possession in this country. The thing you will and are

getting tried for is the theft of land. Plus I

have here your past criminal history. Just because you came

over the border doesn't mean that your past records just disappeared.

It turns out that he had a previous criminal history

in Romania and that he didn't think would follow him

down here. The history sounded very familiar, with acts of

swindling and lying to people in order to gain land.

Not a soul in that room was gonna believe his

story of it being an accident when he had a

clear history of doing that. this. He was found guilty

on all charges and being sent to prison for the

maximum of five years. The only reason for the maximum

sentence was because he had a previous history of the

behavior and also because he put lives in danger by

not having the park be safe. This was a perfect

example of a guy that just didn't care about the

law and did whatever he wanted. Thinking that nothing was

going to happen to him and when it did, he

would just move to a nearby country and start the

entire thing again. I guess back in the day, it

was harder for records to follow you and worked. Now,

in the modern day, it was not happening and Ivan

was getting what he had coming for probably years. I

got my land back without any issues and as the

court demanded, he paid for the park's destruction and I

got a nice sum of money. What I also got

was an idea about what I could do with the land.

I didn't want to open a park or anything because

I didn't want to move back to Bulgaria. I wanted

to do something where I could go back home and

stay there without worrying. I donated the land to the

government to be used as a park, not a water

park but just a normal park, green grass, a place

for kids to run and play, etc. Something the small

town could enjoy for free, while also ensuring that the

land didn't get stolen again. I didn't care about the

money being lost or anything. I just wanted the land

to be used for something good, and I think my

ancestors would agree I made the right choice. And the

next one is a pro-revenge story, and it is an

absolute XXL one, so please listen until the very end.

I have worked quite a few part-time jobs over the

years to help with the budget. Some in bigger cities,

some in smaller ones, but this story takes place in

a large city where each neighborhood is actually a small town.

The city is really a bunch of small towns that

grew until they touched. This job was almost 20 years ago,

so the dialogue is from memory. One part-time job was

evenings and weekends at a liquor store with a drive-thru beer,

soda and wine lane. We could only sell beer and

wine at the drive-thru. If a customer wanted liquor or

more than a set amount of wine, he had to

park and come inside. We could not carry liquor to

the car for you either. The state had a lot

of nitpicky rules like that and I had just completed

the mandatory training needed to sell alcohol, so the rules

were fresh in my mind. The store had been in

business for decades and the manager was the owner's slacker

of a son. He was happy to bend or flat

out break the laws regulating alcohol sales if it meant

money for him. He didn't care if the consequences would

be the problem of the person who rang them up.

That did not impact him directly, so it did not matter.

Manager had all sorts of special customers that were supposed

to be treated a certain way that broke the regulations.

I think the fine for selling liquor out of the

drive-thru was more than the store earned in a year.

I was a stickler for the rules, so if the

manager wanted to break or bend the rules, he could

do it. It wasn't like we got any reward for

breaking the rules for managers' special customers. They had a

hard time finding employees because the manager had a reputation

in the area and few people wanted to work for him. So,

refusing to bend over backwards for manager's special customers was

not gonna get me fired. No one told me that

we had an unusual customer several afternoons during the week

and twice on the weekends. This customer was abominable, rude, stinky,

very prejudiced and sexist. He told the crudest jokes to

the female employees and kept trying to insist that we

go find a park with him, like we were ladies

of the night or something. He was not just any cop,

but the chief of police in a nearby section of

the city. Most of the small cities within the larger

city had their own police, fire, etc. And the first

night I saw him, CC, the co-worker and manager's niece,

great person by the way, told me to just watch

and stay quiet. She sold him two cases of beer

and he went away. I noticed that his backseat area

was filled to the point where you had no place

to put your feet. She said to never say anything

negative to him and to sell him whatever he wanted,

no matter if he walked inside or not. She never

gave me a clue as to why. A few weeks later,

I was working alone on a Sunday at about noon.

Business was always slow at this time. The chief pulls

into the drive-thru. Me. Hi. How are you today? What

can I get for you? Chief. I'm fine. And so

are you. I need a bunch of stuff and it

needs to go into the trunk. Me. Let me grab

a pencil and pad so you don't need to repeat it.

Just a second. I grab them. What all do you need?

The chief lists various types of beer, wine, liquor, mixers

and some candy. Me, is that all? Am I allowed

to sell this to you through the drive-thru or do

you have to come in for the harder stuff? The

chief got out of his car while it was sitting

in the drive-thru lane. He walked up so close he

loomed over me. Me, is that all? Am I allowed

to sell this to you through the drive-thru or do

you have to come in for the harder stuff? Chief,

do you think I would break the law? That I

would never embarrass myself, my city or the Marines this way?

What the Marines had to do with anything, I still

have no idea. Me, of course, I don't think that.

I'm just asking because the state training was unclear about this.

I guess it must be fine. After all, you're an

officer of the law. Just promise me that if I

make a mistake, it will stay between you and me.

The training was not unclear, but I felt unsafe around

him and didn't want to argue with him or make

him even angrier. The chief said, it better be fine.

Stop backing up. He was walking forward towards me and

he was very tall and imposing, not in a good way.

I need to see if you're recording anything. Put your

arms out from your body, level with your shoulders. Well,

I see you're not wearing a wire or a bra.

Maybe I should open your shirt a little and have

some fun, huh? I ought to take you back into

that storeroom to have my fun with you. No one

would ever know. Me, I'm so sorry. I don't think

my father would approve. I'm only here on Sundays at

this time because I can go to mass earlier. If

I was single, I would be happy about it, but

it would mean breaking one of the Ten Commandments. The

chief had a rosary hanging from his rearview mirror and

Catholic decals on his official vehicle. By the way, RipeStars,

that dude does not sound very Catholic to me. Anyway,

it was a mostly Catholic area of the city and

this was not unusual. I was scared of him and

just saying anything to try to keep him away from me.

I cannot tell you how imposing and awful this man was.

I really thought he was going to take me back

to the storeroom and assault me. The chief said, well,

it might be worth it. Be quick about getting my

order and I will leave you alone this time. You

should wear a bra that pushes you up when you

know I'm coming by. I nodded at him and rushed

to get what he wanted and to ring him up.

I just wanted him gone at that point. I felt

very scared but knew that we needed the income. I

had to figure out a way not to be near

the guy again and still keep my job. Cece came

in to take over about two hours later. She could

see that I was a mess and she wanted to

know what happened. We had no customers so I told her.

The chief came in and wanted a ton of stuff.

Cases of beer, lots of wine and hard liquor, mixers,

all of it. He insisted on getting it through the drive-thru.

I asked if that was okay because the training wasn't clear.

He got out of his car and kept coming too close. Eventually,

he told me to stop moving after he backed me

up into the wall. He said he had to pat

me down to see if I was wearing a wire.

It sure felt more like feeling me up. I was

in tears and Cece was hugging me to help me

calm down. She asked if that was all. Me, he

said he should open my shirt for fun, that he

should take me into the storeroom and no one would

ever know. Cece said, this is why we give him

what he wants and we never question him. We don't

want him to get out of the car because he

tried this with everyone. He does not know that we

have cameras everywhere now. No sound but cameras. I'm not

sure what we can do about it, but I will

think on it. I did not see CC for over

a week, just how our schedules worked. I was really

nervous when I was alone in the store. I didn't

feel unsafe in the store until my experience with the

chief of police. I started thinking about how to get

rid of a chief of police. I did some research

and found out that the cops in any other jurisdiction

could pull him over and or arrest him. Our neighborhood

was announcing the summer festival season with lots of signs

about drunk driving. Summer is when every local Catholic church

has a big festival with games and rides and things.

It's the big fundraiser for the church. Of course, the

church festival would not be the same without tons of beer,

at least not in this area. I walked over to

the police station one day. It wasn't far. I asked

an officer if they would be interested in pulling over

a police officer from another district if the officer was

clearly drinking. The officer, good cop, wanted to know more,

but would definitely be interested in the situation. Me, I

work at the drive-thru and liquor store. I have a

customer that I'm afraid of and who breaks a number

of laws. He is high-ranking in a different part of

the city, not our neighborhood. I don't have warrants or

a criminal record. I'm not accusing him to get out

of trouble. Good cop, let's go in here and get

some coffee and talk this out. Me, a couple of

nights a week at a certain time and again during

our slowest period on Saturdays and Sundays, a high-ranking cop

drives through. He insists that he can buy as much

of anything that he wants and he doesn't have to

come inside for any reason. The first time I was

alone when he came through, I asked if he needed

to come inside to get the liquor and amount of

wine that he wanted. I was not rude or mean,

I even said that maybe I didn't understand the training

and the loopholes in the laws. Good Cop said, Do

you know that just being a cop doesn't mean the

laws change for him? Me, yes, but that isn't all

he did. When I questioned him, he got out of

the car and started backing me up against a wall.

He put his hands all over me supposedly to check

for a wire, then he said he should take me

into the back room for so-called fun. Good cop. What

do you mean by that? Usually he has a beer

in his hand when we get to him. I have

seen him go through up to three beers if he

has to wait for one or two other cars before

we get to him. He never buys under a case

of beer unless he buys whiskey with it. I named

the whiskey he usually bought, but I cannot remember it now.

His backseat area is filled with empties every time we

see him. The beer he buys is usually put on

the front seat next to him. He opens a can

before he leaves, saying he wants to make sure it's good.

The only time he has us put all of the

beer in the trunk or backseat is if he orders

a Coke. Then he orders whiskey and pours some of

the Coke out to make room for the whiskey. Good

Cop says, so I need to stop before it happens.

Good cop. What are you afraid we will find if

we investigate you? What secrets are you afraid of us finding? Me?

I'm a 30-something mother of three kids. I don't have

a wild life. I've been happily married for over a decade.

I haven't ever been in legal trouble. I don't drink,

do drugs, go to orgies or do any of those

types of things. I'm not against social drinking, but I

don't drink. I have some debt, but who doesn't? There

isn't anything I can think of that you could dig up.

Do what you have to do. Good cop. How can

you prove what he does? You're not in the car

with him. How do you think we can pull him

over and arrest him? Me. He has a routine. He

pulls in, drinks whatever beer he has with him, orders

what he wants and often asks me to throw away

his recently emptied cans. One to three, depending on how

long the line is. Why he wants me to throw

those cans away, I have no idea. His backseat is

usually filled with empties. We give him whatever he orders

because we don't want him to get out of the car.

I'm not the only employee he has said awful things to.

Once he pays, he turns right out of the parking lot.

Then he turns left about a mile down. I know

because I was headed the same way a few times.

His car says he's from Summerview and that it's the

chief's car. It even has his name painted on it.

I don't know how old the empties in his car are.

I do know, though, that I can set his beer

cans aside if you need them for fingerprints or something. Anyway,

good cop said, here's the chief of Summerview. Wait here,

I need to get our chief. Don't go anywhere. I

was expecting them to have to get the top officers involved.

I didn't expect the sort of excitement. About 30 minutes later,

the chief of police of my neighborhood came in. I

know who he is because he married some cousin of mine,

but I have never had any real relationship with him.

We said hi to each other and made the usual,

how's your family stuff. For a moment or two, I

had a lot of family in this area, way too

much some days. Chief of police, I hear you have

some info about the chief. Why are you coming to

us with this? I said, he makes me feel very

unsafe each time he comes through the drive-thru. He's also

drinking every time I see him come in. and leaves

with a drink in his hand. I have kids and

family in this neighborhood. He's gonna kill someone. He has

been inappropriate with every female employee at the store. I

feel threatened that if I don't sell whatever he wants

in whatever amounts to him through the drive-thru, then he

will get out of the car and at least threaten

to assault me. I want you to do something about

his drunk driving so that he won't have a reason

to come into our drive-through several times a week. Chief

of Police, if I look into you, am I gonna

find that you have a private relationship with him or

other things that would discredit you? Me, of course not.

I wouldn't go anywhere near the guy for any reason

except that I have to be polite at work. Also,

I'm married happily. Chief of Police, from what you have said,

this looks like an easy case of drunk driving. Especially

if we can catch him with a lot of booze

and empties on him. We would need to have someone

in store for you to hand the empty cans to

if we plan to use that as evidence. How comfortable

would you be with an officer inside the store? Me,

I would be fine with it as long as the

officer was out of sight and out of uniform. If

you're looking for empties, then Wednesday would be good. If

you want to catch him in the car with a

ton of alcohol, be there on Sunday about noon or

Saturday about 2 to 3. I went through security tapes

to find out when he usually comes by, you would

probably have to talk to the manager after the fact

to get those. Or talk to C. She is the

one who really runs things here. Why are you all

so excited over this? Chief of Police, his behavior has

caught the attention of quite a few people lately. I

can't go into it, but we are very interested in him.

I also don't like him. He hit on my wife

at a function we had to attend. I left after

writing and signing a statement. I didn't hear anything for

several weeks and I was getting frustrated. The chief was

still coming in, he was still drinking while driving, and

he kept making awful comments to me. One Sunday, about

two months after I made my statement, the chief came in,

and he ordered even more than his usual Sunday amount.

Less than a minute after he left our parking lot,

I heard sirens. A lot of them. I hoped they

were arresting the chief, but I didn't know for sure.

The next morning when I took the kids to school,

all the moms were buzzing. Apparently, the chief got himself

pulled over for driving while intoxicated. They found his beer,

wine and hard liquor. They also found drugs and this

led them to search his home, where they found unregistered

guns and information about other illegal things he was involved with. Corruption,

illegal child videos, to name just a couple of things.

I spoke to the chief of police a week or

two later. I would not need to testify. They had

plenty of other people who were willing to testify instead.

The chief had become a real liability for those who

backed him in his town, Many of his close friends

ended up testifying against him to save their own behinds.

The chief went to prison. I'm not sure where or

how long. I just know that it was an ugly situation.

The chief's wife also left him. The news made a

huge deal of the whole mess, and I'm still thankful

that my name was kept out of it. And yeah,

Ripe Stars, this sounds like a really small town, and honestly,

with such corrupt police, I would be really scared to

make such a statement as OP did. However, then again,

props to OP for bringing down this awful police chief.

I hope he rots in prison for the rest of

his life. And the next Reddit story starts like this.

So my farm has been in my family for generations.

That is not unusual though for the rural area where

I live. It's full of small farms and people. who

have not left the area for hundreds of years. As

time goes on, more things happened, and before I knew it,

farms were getting sold off due to the bad economy,

and the land was getting bought up by rich developers.

I'm not turned off by the mere concept of change

and houses being built where farms used to be, however,

it made me a little sad when I saw a

subdivision and HOA being formed on the land of families

that I had known my entire life. Other farmers nearby

had a bad feeling too and I heard them talking

about how HOAs just want to push farmers out and

just wait because they would come crawling with big money

offers for the land. Instead though, I started to get

directly harassed by the HOA president herself who assumed that

I was nothing but a hick she could manipulate and abuse.

Just because an area is rural does not mean that

we are not educated people and I really think it's

that small stereotype that let Karen think they can get

away with it. She came up to my farm to

talk to me. Karen, hey there. My name is Karen

and I'm the HOA president. I just wanted to come

by and talk to you about rules and your land. Me, oh,

I wasn't interested in joining the HOA. In fact, I

think my land is actually part of a different district

than where the subdivision is. So you don't need to

waste your time or breath asking me to join. Karen,

I was not gonna ask you to join. You live

in the neighborhood and that means you need to follow

the HOA rules. I know it might be a little

confusing for you, but I can explain it really simple. Me,

because you don't think I can understand what you're talking about, right? Karen, listen,

we have plans to buy some land and open local

stores that are easy for people to access. What they

really need is a nice parking lot and your land

is perfect for that. Me, I'm not interested in selling

my land. Karen, we are not buying anything. Let me

slow it down for you. She then starts to speak

to me like I'm a child or somebody with brain

damage that cannot understand what's going on around them. Karen,

the HOA owns the land now, and we are going

to use it to make a parking lot. You need

to go somewhere else with your family to live. I

slammed the door in her face, refusing to be insulted

like that. I couldn't believe she was trying to steal

my land and thought that she could get away with

it because I was a farmer and assumed that I

was dumb. As a southern guy, I was raised with

a certain mentality of how to act around women. If

that was a man, I would have punched him in

the face, but I settled for a door in her

face instead. Now, once a year, I go with my

family to visit my wife's side of the family for

the holidays. It's about a three-hour trip each way, but

we stay a few days. The kids get to see

their cousins, and I get a well-needed break from the farm.

And yes, the farm can survive a couple of days

with just my neighbor checking in on it. That turned

out to be a huge mistake, though, because I came

back to see a disaster. I guess Karen did not

understand the words no the first time because I came

back to my farm basically being a construction site. Concrete

had already been poured over my fields. They were destroyed

and I had my wife take the kids inside so

they didn't hear the kind of language I unleashed on

Karen who was there supervising the crew. Speaking of the crew,

they were confused when I told them this was my

house and to stop with their work. Karen had somehow

convinced them that it was abandoned property the HOA had

taken over. I told them and Karen to leave while

the crew was not going to continue with me saying no,

Karen was not going to stop. Even if she walked

away now, it was too late because my field was

ruined with the concrete and that doesn't extend to just

the crops. Concrete can easily damage the deep soil, making

future crops not grow as well. I spoke to a

lawyer and told him that I wanted to sue Karen

for destroying my property. He wrote a cease and desist

to the HOA and he also needed me to file

a police report since some of her actions were actually criminal.

All I could go after her for was money I

lost for my crop yield. A warning from a lawyer

was not enough for Karen though and she said the

land was gonna be a parking lot and would not

get the concrete removed. Meanwhile she now had a criminal

trying being set as well for trespassing and destruction of

my property. The construction crew leader even testified that she

claimed the land was not owned by anyone. It did

not even matter that I was not in the HOA

district because an HOA cannot just take over somebody's private

property anyway. It got worse for her because during all

the destruction, she had a few trees torn down too.

I figured nothing major, but it turned out that one

of the big oak trees she had cut down was

considered a local landmark. Native American tribes used it as

a waypoint for meetings or something like that. This added

a charge of cultural destruction against Karen. Things for her

just kept looking worse the more court continued. Karen was

found guilty in criminal court and liable in civil court too.

Being forced to pay massive fines to the county and myself.

Plus she had to pay for the land to be

restored to its previous state on her dime. Finally it

turned out that destroying or even damaging culturally sacred sites

is a felony charge. She had single-handedly caused the migration

of people into the area as being seen as a

horrible thing. That meant people from all sides were against her.

Her own HOA hung her out to dry, claiming she

worked alone and they had no idea what she was doing.

Also the judge wanting to set a precedent in case

more HOAs formed and tried to steal farmland. She got

sent to prison for a year and she couldn't even

believe it thinking she was in the right the entire time.

Since her stunt there has been a pretty big divide

where I still live. The farmers don't want anything to

do with the people that come from the city, not

wanting to know or just trust them because Karen ruined

it for everybody. This was well over a year ago,

which means if nothing went wrong, Karen would have gotten

out by now, but I never saw her again. My

guess is she went back to the city and had

enough sense to know that nobody around here would want

to see her. The next one is a relationship story,

and it is titled My Wife Abandoned Me Two Months

Ago to Find Herself, What Can I Do? So my

wife Mary's family has a history of dementia, developing memory

issues in their mid to late 50s. Her mom's grandma

and several other relatives on her mom's side have developed

dementia as well. Her mom lived with us for four

years until earlier this year. Father is dead and our

kids are independent and out of the house. The oldest

is in her last semester of college and the younger

is enlisted. The last four years were tough on us.

Our kids' daughter moved for college but moved back for

a bit during the pandemic and our marriage. Living with

someone with dementia is brutal. We had talked a lot

the last year about taking the remaining college funds or

our regular savings, sell or rent the house. We were

ready to downsize anyway. quit our jobs and travel for

a year or until the money runs out. We just

had to wait for her mom to move into her home.

I understand her anxiety about developing dementia and I was

burned out. You live through the pandemic working remote, a

wife working remote, a college and high school student taking

remote classes and a mother-in-law with dementia and see how

you hold up. Space finally opened back up and we

were able to move her mom into a care facility.

I finally thought I had a chance to breathe. However,

when we moved Mary's mom out, Mary's mental health took

a huge downward spiral. I went from caring for her

mom to caring for her. She felt guilty about putting

her mom in a home and had lots of anxiety

about developing dementia herself. Our plan was to start our

traveling summer in 2024. Two months ago, I get home,

and she has left a note. My friends call it

Exhibit A. Basically, she was going on our trip without me.

She had quit her job, took most of the savings,

and was not sure when she would be back. Maybe

a year, maybe sooner, she knew that I would understand.

Her location is turned off and my calls go directly

to voicemail. I texted the kids a picture of the note,

we have our own checking accounts for direct deposits of

our paychecks. but we would transfer most into a joint

account to pay the household bills and savings. We both

had access to main savings account, we have joint credit

cards we used for household expenses, the two cars and

mortgage are joint too. We both also have our own

small savings accounts, our own retirement accounts, equally funded, and

our own credit cards for gifts and fun things. I

closed all joint cards and accounts, I waited a month

to see if she would come back, hopefully before she

spent our savings. After receiving only one text the first month,

I went to a lawyer. She basically said there was

very little to do right now other than change the

beneficiaries of my retirement accounts and life insurance. Yay, my

wife gets nothing else if I die alone. while she

is having our adventures. It was only a month and

there was no way to serve her papers. My lawyer

advised me to keep paying the mortgage and the cars.

The cost of trying to get a judge to approve

the sale of joint assets was more than making payments.

I didn't want to ruin my credit by letting one

of our cars get repossessed, but I cannot sell it

because she is on the title. I get random texts

and she sporadically posts on Instagram. Of course, she has

comments turned off. I want to block her so bad,

but my lawyer advised me that it's better to maintain

a communication channel that's not through our kids. Her last

post was from Hawaii. She put in the comments how

great a husband I was for letting her take this trip.

I'm barely making it, paying two cars, a mortgage, household bills, insurance,

hoping there are no more emergencies because I have no savings,

and she is enjoying our trip. F her. I'm so

pissed at her. I helped take care of her mom

for four years and her when she fell apart after

her mom moved into a memory care home and she

returns the favor by abandoning me. I'll never get to

take this trip and have to put off retirement. My

only solace is the kids are pissed at her, but

they will probably forgive her eventually. So basically double F her.

I'm no fool. She's hooking up with guys. She looks good.

She will have zero problem getting men. Update to the story.

I texted her and asked if she was sleeping around.

A week later, she responded that she wasn't. Sure, I

totally believed her. So here I am, drinking alone on

a Friday night, and she is somewhere, probably on a beach,

enjoying life. Triple F her. Edit number two. My lawyer

has given me a bunch of advice and options. It

was just way more than I could possibly include in

this post. I could definitely push the issue harder, and

I might need to at some point, but all that

work is very expensive. Finding her, serving her, getting a

judge to sign off, that's not cheap. I'm following up

soon and I plan on talking about the savings and

my finances until I paid all the bills and realized

how little was left. It didn't hit me that I

had to worry about money. And yeah, ripe stars, let

me know what you think about this dumpster fire of

a situation so far. And after you have done that

in the comments, let's read an update to the story.

OP says, I'm feeling much more positive now that the

financial situation has become a little bit more manageable. Basically,

I'm running up debt that will get paid off when

I sell the house. Even with lawyer fees, I have

six to eight more months before I have to worry

about money, assuming there are no emergencies. My friend's wife

gave me some good advice. Don't go from being a

hero to a villain in your kid's eyes. Basically, how

I talk about and treat my wife will determine my

future relationship with my kids. I honestly don't give a

damn about my wife anymore, but I don't want to

make her a sympathetic figure or drive them away from

both of us. I followed up with the lawyer and

basically she said we are going to have her pay

back the savings she took through a reduction in her

share of the assets. Any division of assets will include

the savings she took and she will also have to

repay the money I spent maintaining the household while she

was gone. There's plenty of equity in her share of

the house and her retirement plans to cover that. She

said that our finances are so intertwined after nearly 25

years of marriage, my wife is gonna get some share

of the assets too. Best case is she agrees to

the terms of the divorce and it's relatively cheap and quick. Otherwise,

it gets complicated and expensive. She gave me a lot

of options and how much I can expect to spend,

so I decided to just mostly wait. I got a

couple of credit cards with promo rates for purchases and transfers.

That gives me breathing room and I can conserve cash.

I'll just pay them off when I sell the house,

now that my financial situation is less stressful. I'm actually

enjoying her being gone. I'm free to do whatever I

want whenever. I don't have to cook or clean or

take care of anyone. The house is quiet for the

first time I can remember. I love my wife, but

her mental health weighed down our marriage. On balance, it

was worth it until now. The first month or so,

I expected her to be there whenever I would get home.

When someone was at the door or if I heard noises,

I would think it was her. I check the doorbell

cam obsessively. I'm not looking forward to her returning, to

be honest. It has to happen, but when she comes back,

I'll have to deal with her, the divorce, getting the

house ready to sell, dividing all our stuff, finding a

new place to live, etc. I'm just hoping that she'll

stay away until after New Year's, but my daughter said

she thinks her mom will be home for Christmas either

to stay or visit. My lawyer will have papers ready

to serve her. Hopefully, she will just agree to the

terms and continue her travels. People had some great advice,

by the way. Renting or selling the house? That's not

really feasible right now, since I would have to fix

some stuff and get it ready to sell and rent.

Since I need a place to live, the amount I

net each month– rent, mortgage, rent on a new apartment,

storage unit– Not worth it. My kids' rooms are still

full of their stuff, and I don't want to spend

the time and effort to clear them out and put

them in storage. Getting a HELOC, this was great advice.

I didn't realize I didn't need both people to get

a loan. If I need more money, I can go

this way. By the way, ripe stars, if you're curious

what HELOC means, it's basically a home equity line of credit.

In the short term, the promo rates on the credit

cards were cheaper and easier than getting a HELOC. Serving

my wife divorce papers or getting divorce in absentia This

is something I might need to do eventually, but the

cost in lawyer fees goes up exponentially in cases like this.

I'm comfortable just waiting for now, look at the phone

bill to see where she's at and possibly going, I

did look at her usage and did notice that she

doesn't post on social media until after she leaves the place.

Like when she posted about Hawaii, she made a call

that date that originated in Los Angeles. She posted about

a cruise and I figured out the dates, trying to

surf her at the port possibly, but it ended a

couple of days before she posted. She tried adding international

calling to her line, But I blocked it so she

removed her phone from our account. Another update to the story.

So my wife texted me in the middle of December

that she would be home for Christmas. I told her

that we, our daughter and I, would be at my

brother's and she obviously wasn't welcome. I would leave her

car in the driveway and the fob in the backyard.

She was not allowed in the house unless I was there.

She also didn't have the keys to get in. She

spent Christmas with her sister. When we got back, I

met with her. I decided not to be overly confrontational

because I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of

thinking I cared enough to be mad. She was taken

aback about how detached I was. I could tell it

bothered her that I didn't show her much emotion, not

even anger. So I just wanted her to agree to

a divorce. This is a summary of several different meetings,

both with and without our daughter. She hasn't wanted to

meet with her mom alone yet. I also asked why

she left without telling anyone. She said she didn't want

to wait a year. She didn't want anyone talking her

out of it. She didn't want to work anymore. She

wanted to leave before her mental health got worse. I'm

sure it's mostly because she didn't want me to stop

her from taking the money. She knew I would take

care of everything with the kids and house when she left.

We had decided to go summer of 2024 for a

few reasons. Packing everything and getting the house ready to

sell was gonna be a lot of work. We wanted

to make sure our daughter graduated college, got a job

and was settled. We wanted to make sure we had

money when we got back. We wouldn't have a house,

cars or job, so we needed money because it could

take months to find work and a place to live.

We didn't want to have any worries or deal with

a mess back home. At some point in our planning,

she began questioning, to herself, not me, if she ever

wanted to go back to our old life. She didn't

want to work full time or buy a house and

stay in one place after we got back. She wasn't

sure what she wanted, but she didn't think she would

figure it out talking to me. I told her that's

the reason we were taking the trip to figure those

things out together, to see what we wanted for the

next part of our life. I asked her why she

didn't want to just get a divorce before she left

and then she wouldn't have had to do this behind

our backs and she would have had plenty of money

without stealing our joint savings. She claims that she didn't

want a divorce, that she wanted us to live whatever

life she figured out. I told her that's not how

marriages work, one person deciding for the other. In talking

and texting our daughter, her family, my texts and voicemails,

she realized I might not forgive her. She was right

about that, by the way, so she might have to

visualize a future without me. This is where I'd hoped

she would say some stupid stuff like she was gonna

squander all her money living in a van and make

travel vlogs or she met some guy that she needed

to wire money to so they could open an ice

cream shop in Alaska. Instead, though, she wants to be

a digital nomad, working part-time fully remote and living in

new places. She tried to convince me to go with her,

but I'll never be able to trust her, plus I

don't love her anymore. Travelling like that for a few

years doesn't sound bad, but she doesn't have a job

or any work lined up, she's not in her 20s anymore,

and that way of living will get old quick, no

close friends, no family. I want her to make it

work so she won't be here trying to get back

in our lives. If you're curious how the kids are doing, well,

our son wouldn't have seen us the entire time she

was gone anyway. He only responds to her with very

short texts, and he told me she wanted to see him,

but he said he was too busy and wouldn't be

able to get away. He lives in the barrack, so

it's an easy excuse to avoid her. My daughter stopped

talking and texting her. She's pretty upset. Her worry turned

to anger when she realized her mom... was not having

a mental breakdown, but was just being selfish. If her

mom was sticking around, they could probably work through it eventually.

I just care that my daughter is happy, so whatever

she decides, I will support. Number two, someone asked, did

she spend all the money? Well, she did about half.

I think she realized she needed to figure it out

before she completely ran out of money. In regards to,

did she sleep with anyone? Well, I didn't ask because

I didn't care. Asking would imply I wanted her back,

or it would matter to me. Even though I didn't ask,

she claims she didn't. Not sure if she's lying or not.

She might just be saying that because she doesn't want

the kids to have another reason to be mad at her.

Does she feel bad for what she put us through? Well,

she claims she does and she wishes she had it

handled differently. She said getting away and figuring herself out

was best for her. I told her she was just

being selfish. When she first left, we were worried something

would happen to her and we would never see her again. Well,

she's always been self-centered and I told her she is

taking the easier route and letting everyone else handle the

difficult parts. If she gets sick, the kids will take

care of her. She goes broke, live with family. abandon

everyone they will forgive her she thinks her siblings and

our children will let her live with them like we

let her mom live with us i'm sure when she

visualizes her future she sees our kids there there might

not be and definitely not in the same way they

were before despite how it might sound i'm actually really

happy with how it all turned out our divorce is

far from final but we've agreed on the big things

we will sell the house how to split the retirement

and profit from the house how to pay back the

money she took and what i spent maintaining the household

I got most of what I wanted from the settlement

and she will soon be, mostly, out of my life.

I won't have to pay alimony and because she is

choosing to make significantly less money than she was, I

won't be forced to support her. That would have been

a kick to the teeth, honestly. She is not my

responsibility anymore and I won't have to care for her

if she does get sick or goes broke. I figured

I would start dating again. I did not realize a

50-year-old man with children out of the house, a good

job and a decent shape would be a catch. I'm

not fighting women off with a stick, but I've had

a lot more interest than I expected. It's been kind

of nice meeting new women. I've worked out the numbers

and I'll be doing pretty well after everything is settled

and I only have to support myself. Not where I

wanted to be at 50, getting divorced and using Reddit

as free therapy sessions. Then again, though, I'm happier now

than I have been in a while. I'm even planning

a little vacation of my own. P.S. Thank you to

everyone that has responded and reached out. It meant a lot.

And yeah, ripe stars, I gotta say, I'm really happy

for OP that things took a little turn in the end.

And while I can't say that everything is better now...

Since still he is worse off financially than he was

before the wife left, he is probably emotionally in a

better place now that they are getting a divorce soon.

I really hope the best for OP and I hope

that he will have a happy life after this. And

the next Reddit story starts like this. Hey everyone out there,

I'm a long time reader and first time poster slash rambler.

I hope that you can bear with me because this

is gonna be a bit of a long story. First,

a cast of the story, me, hello, wife, the love

of my life who passed away, M.I.L., my evil mother-in-law

that I'm convinced does not have a soul. Even before

talking about the events that led to my wife dying,

I need to go back to give everybody an idea

of how the relationship between my wife and mother-in-law had

been during the time I had known both of them.

I think strained would be the best way to put

it because they were never exactly cutting each other off.

They were both just taking long breaks when my mother-in-law

would upset my wife to a breaking point. During the

planning stages of the wedding, my mother-in-law went from being

in the wedding party to not invited to a regular guest.

And this was only within a period of a few

months that all of this happened. It was a vicious

cycle that the two of them would go around in

and I hated seeing how much it was hurting my

wife and how emotionally abusive my mother-in-law was being. Essentially,

my mother-in-law would do or say something that caused my

wife to not want to speak to her anymore. Then,

after giving each other the cold shoulder, my mother-in-law would

apologize to her and sweet-talk her way back into her life.

And when I say apologize, I really mean gaslight. I'm sorry,

you think I hurt you. I think you're remembering it wrong.

And yes, this continued after we were married and I

told her my opinions on what her mother was doing

and how it was hurting her. At the end of

the day, I was not going to force anything since

their relationship was between the two of them. I could

only sit and support my wife when they would have problems,

as well as trying to get my wife to spend

a lot of holidays with my side of the family,

where I knew she wouldn't end up being in tears

by the end of the day. Because along with gaslighting,

mother-in-law somehow turned every compliment into an insult. Oh, I

didn't know they made cute dresses in a size that big. Oh,

those earrings would look so nice on you if they

were gold instead of silver. I just get fired up

thinking about the things she used to say to bring

my wife down and how angry it made me. Now,

to take a very dramatic turn, I need to talk

about how my wife died. We had only been married

for six years. She was an RN and with her

weird shifts, she would sometimes be coming home very late

or in the early hours of the morning. Either way,

somebody swerved into her lane and smashed into her car.

She swerved, but then another car behind her could not

brake in time, causing her to get hit again. She

had major injuries and did not make it. I was

devastated and found myself unable to even breathe without manually

thinking about it. We planned a whole life together and

were trying to get pregnant and start a family. Instead,

I now had to plan a funeral and I had

no idea what I was doing. As the emergency contact though,

I was stuck calling everybody else that needed to know.

that she had died. It was not a long list

since the only close living relative she had was her mother.

I'll be honest that I didn't want to call her

because I knew she would make planning the funeral a

million times harder than it had to be. but it

was her daughter and I believed and still do believe

that she had the right to know. She was not

a total monster and started getting upset and crying about

the fact, agreeing to meet me the next day to

talk about funeral arrangements and things like that. I did

not get any sleep after the news and just stayed

in bed crying until I had to drag myself out

and go meet my mother-in-law. She seemed to be doing

okay and wanted to get down to things like it

was business and not a life lost. Mother-in-law, first things first,

I think she should be buried in this cemetery since

it's where all of our family is buried. Me, okay,

we didn't have plots or anything so I'm open to anywhere. Mother-in-law,

you know that these things are not cheap and I

won't be the one to just flip the bill. Me, what?

I didn't ask you to. I have money, don't worry

about that. I just want her to have the best

and be able to rest in peace. Mother-in-law, I just

don't want people coming and thinking you are cheap and

putting her in a crappy casket. She was just so

nonchalant about the entire thing while I was just dying inside.

The world was crushing me. and she was just making

things worse. And that was not the end, because we

got into a fight on where she would be buried

without the preferred cemetery. Mother-in-law wanted her to be in

a plot that had none available around it, while I

planned to find one with another plot I could purchase

if I chose later to be buried there myself. It

got to the point that I just couldn't handle her,

and my own mother had to step in and take

over the planning. letting me make choices and she would

just make sure that it all happened. Hell, my own

mom was crying and seemed more upset about my wife

dying than my mother-in-law did. I'm not gonna lie and

say that I even remember the day of the funeral.

It was almost like a blur or an out-of-body experience.

I was physically there and talking to people and giving

a speech, but I felt like I was miles away

and just looking in from the outside. It was the

only time I ever had that happen and don't have

any words for it. What I do remember was after

the funeral, mother-in-law started asking me weird questions about my house.

The house that we had purchased together and had both

of our names on the deed. She was asking specifically

about me moving and selling the house. Me, I was

not planning on selling the house. Mother-in-law, well, you have

to sell it because otherwise I cannot get my half. Me,

half of what? Her stuff? You can come by and

have some of her things. I was out of it

and just not understanding what she was talking about. I

assumed she wanted stuff of her daughter. and I was

more than happy to share any items that held sentimental value. Mother-in-law? Ah, no.

Why would I want your stuff? I'm talking about half

of the house. I'm the beneficiary in her will. Me?

I have a copy of her will that we both

made a year ago. It says that the spouse gets

full ownership of everything. Mother-in-law? Nonsense. She made a will

when she turned 18 and left everything to me. You

cannot just have two wills. Okay, for this point, she

is not wrong, but not right either. You cannot have

two valid wills when you legally make a second one.

Your old one is invalidated. Any court in the country

will follow the newest version of the will unless there's

reason to believe it was signed under duress or when

the person was not in a sound state of mind.

Something like that. Mother-in-law refused to listen and demanded half

the home was hers and I either needed to sell

the house or move out and give it to her.

I was just done at this point. I was done

playing nice. I was done being polite to this horrible woman.

I told her to F off. She didn't listen and

this is kind of when the story gets into the

second part. When lawyers and legal action had to get involved,

I say had to, but really it was only because

she made it happen. She threatened to sue me if

I did not sell the house and give her half

the money or move out. I did not do anything

because I knew I was right, but I also just

did not have the mental energy to do anything. Mother-in-law

had been busy though the next couple days filing a

claim of inheritance with the county using what I assumed

was the old will somehow. I now got a lawyer

because I was a little worried at this point that

she was gonna get my house. He sent her a

cease and desist letter making it very public knowledge to

the county that the house was left to me in

a more recent will. Great so now the county knew

it was my house and everything was great right? Well, no,

because mother-in-law was too entitled of a person to just

let it go and instead decided to take things to

a very illegal level. She filed new documents with the

county that showed that she was the owner of the house.

The documents being two things in particular. Number one, her

old will that now suddenly and magically had a new

date on it. Number two, papers showing that my wife

signed over the property to mother-in-law before she died. Both

of these things being extremely fake and clearly forged to

anybody that knew her. Still, to deal with a case

of a document being forged, an actual case had to

be filed against her for it. With me claiming it

was fake and my lawyer pushing the DA to investigate

the matter, they did and agreed that the document seemed

tampered with. She was arrested on those charges and decided

that she wanted to go ahead and plead not guilty,

thinking that she could somehow still get away with just

whining and being able to take my house away from me. Which,

by the way, in the meantime of all this, she

was not just sitting and waiting, she was still calling

and texting me about leaving the house as well as

calling real estate agencies to come and get an estimate.

She was even hiring them in one case to sell

my house. I had these people coming over to try

and get in my house to look at it and

me needing to kick them out. With some not even

wanting to leave easily because mother-in-law claimed that I was

just a squatter living there and had no rights to

the home. It was so stressful and I was on edge,

worried about people showing up to my house and trying

to move in or something. I realize now that some

might think her getting arrested just for the suspicion was

not very strong and couldn't hold up. Well, what I

found out weeks later, but will tell you now, is

that she apparently had a criminal history. A history that

was directly related to a previous conviction for forgery in

order to attain property. She actually was a criminal this

entire time, and I never knew about it before. I

don't know if my wife was also unaware, or just

felt like it was not an important thing for me

to know. Since she pleaded not guilty, the entire thing

is going to trial, but I'm still a bit nervous

about everything. I've never been part of something like this,

and don't know how to act outside of TV shows.

I also left things vague, since this is still ongoing,

and I don't want to mess up the trial in

a few days by posting something and dropping names or

locations or anything. If people want, I can give an

update after the trial and what is going to end

up happening to my mother-in-law and my house. And now

we got an update to the story. It reads like this. Wow,

I did not expect people to actually read through that

entire thing and want more. Also, I want to thank

everybody for their condolences regarding my wife. It means a

lot to feel like people out there in the universe

care and understand what I'm going through. and for the

people who are more versed in psychology telling me that

the out-of-body thing I felt was normal after her loss. Okay,

so I'm updating because the trial and everything finished yesterday

and I have a lot of news regarding mother-in-law. First

thing being that going to court was not as scary

as I assumed it was going to be, mainly because

I got to see mother-in-law in a state where she

couldn't just talk as she wanted and insult people or

gaslight her way out of situations. They also brought in

a forensic expert that specialized in handwriting. They took the

documents mother-in-law had and my documents and compared them against

something else that was already confirmed to have been written

by my wife. Things she had written at the hospital

where only she could have actually done it. He was

asked a ton of questions and pointed out these very

specific things about handwriting that told him how he would

know if it was hers or not. The biggest thing

being something that I didn't even realize was a thing.

My wife was left-handed and it turns out that an

expert can tell just by looking at something if the

person was left or right-handed. The notes she had from work? Left-handed.

The signature on my copy of the will and deed? Left-handed.

The stuff that my mother-in-law was claiming to be legit? Right-handed.

It was not looking good for mother-in-law, but she was

still trying to claim that the house belonged to her. That,

as the mother, she had a right to a certain

percentage of her daughter's assets by default, which is just

not a law. And I don't think it has ever

been a law, at least in this county. Finally, what

I learned was that even within a certain crime, there

are severities. And forging a will and deed are pretty

high on that severity list when it comes to forgery.

She was found guilty by the jury, and because of

what she forged and her past conviction, clearly not giving

her enough of a message, she was given five years

in prison. That last part was during the sentencing hearing

about two days ago, and I've just been in so

much shock since then. I can now change the deed

to be solely in my name, to avoid anything else

she might want to start with once she gets out.

It just feels weird, like an entire family line just ended. Well,

I know she is still alive, but just in prison,

and it feels a little similar to me. Anyway, she

is gone. Update number two, I've been still getting a

lot of questions that I want to clear up. The

first being people asking why my wife even had a

will when she was 18 years old in the first place,

and that reason pretty much relates to her job. When

she got into being a nursing student, she learned the

hard way that people can die young with no warning.

She wanted to have a will in case she was

ever in an emergency like that, and then after being

married and having more assets, she wanted to get an

updated one as well as have me get one too.

It was that forward thinking that is one of the

big reasons I fell in love with her so hard.

The other big questions people are asking is why I

don't have a restraining order against mother-in-law. Well, that also

has a pretty simple answer in the fact that having

one right now would not be of any use. Those

things usually expire after a few years and she would

still be in prison. No judge would give me a

restraining order that has no purpose right now. So if

she tries to contact me after she gets out of prison,

then I would consider getting one. And here ripe stars

rest in peace. I'm so sorry for OP about what

happened to his wife, but I do hope that this

stupid mother-in-law will never bother him again. And the next

one is an M.I.D.A. whole story. I, 23 male, was

repeatedly stuck playing the part of helper and babysitter on

family outings. I had to move out of my parents'

house because I kept being forced to help watch my

three nephews. Last year we took a family vacation in

summer to the coast. I rode along with my parents

and they paid for my hotel room. Well, only I

had to share that room with three rowdy boys because

my sister and her husband wanted a room to themselves.

I was promised time to do my own things on

the vacation. But instead, I ended up having to help

with these kids. I complained to everyone about it and

was reminded that I was there for free. And then

we pretty much just did only one thing I wanted

to do, which was tour an art gallery. I like

doing this whenever I'm at the coast, but the kids

find it boring. This year, my parents have a beach

trip planned for June, and they assumed that I'd be

riding along the same way as last year, but I refused.

I said I'd be driving myself and paying for my

own hotel stay to have my own room. My parents

were shocked and tried to remind me of the cost.

I said it was no worry. I've got a good

job and decent running car. I can more than afford it.

That's when the buts started. I stated the previously listed

things as why I'll be driving myself and paying for myself.

I want to be able to enjoy this vacation as

an adult and not be treated like a child like

last year. My parents told my sister and she called

to blow up at me that I'll be ruining the

vacation if I'm off doing my own thing while she

has to wrangle her three boys. I ended up yelling

at her that last year all she did was rope

me into her mess. I did not really get to

do much of anything I wanted to do and I

was treated like the bad guy for wanting to just

go to an art gallery. I'm a grown man, I

deserve my own vacation too. Now my sister is not

speaking to me and my parents are still trying to

convince me to just ride with them to keep the peace.

I'm still refusing but the pressure is getting to me.

Am I the a-hole for not giving in? I know

they will have a pretty hard time when they won't

have another person there to help. Edit, it's barely been

an hour since I posted, but my sister is apparently

a Reddit lurker in the morning, and she saw my post.

Not only is she furious with me, she is also

upset that no one in the comments is siding with her.

To make it short, she went on a big rant

about how it's so hard to be a parent to triplets,

and the least I could do is help because I

am young and single, and she needs a break. I

stood my ground on my decision and now she is

calling our parents to get them involved. I'm expecting a

call from them any minute. And yeah, ripe stars, let

me know if you think OP is the a-hole or

not here. However, to be honest, I don't know any

universe where OP could be the a-hole. Comment number one said,

not the a-hole, your sister can pay a babysitter to

come on the vacation if she doesn't want to deal

with her three children. Personally, I would not even go

because even in a separate hotel room, they are not

gonna leave you alone about this. They feel very entitled

for your babysitting services. Comment number two, not the a-hole,

it is four persons for three boys, if they need

more help, they can hire a nanny. Plus, claps to

your sister, she trapped you in free babysitting by making

your parents pay your room. Wow, the entitlement is real. Update, well,

I'm off work now, so I can tell more of

what went down. I guess you could say it's over.

My sister got our parents involved, they looked at my post,

and were absolutely horrified by the continuous influx of commenters. Yes,

they are very angry with me that I posted here,

but I told them that if they had just listened

to me to begin with, I would have never needed

to do this. I'm sick of the whole keep the

peace mentality that sacrifices me to placate my sister. They

in turn went off on my sister, and to make

a long story short, the whole vacation has been cancelled.

The hotel was not booked yet anyway, but my parents

are arguing with my sister and my sister is blaming

me and my nephews are crying because they are not

going to the beach. My sister called me at lunch

and basically implied that I have no life, which is

why I have time to help. I recorded that and

told our parents and that's currently what they are fighting about.

Small update, I was not gonna update again, but here's

a little more. My parents said that they won't ever

push babysitting of my nephews on me again and have

agreed that what happened last year was unfair to me.

Right now, they are very angry with my sister for

telling me I should help her because she thinks I

have no life. My sister is playing the victim, and

my brother-in-law is basically saying nope to the whole mess

and spending most of his time at work. And yeah,

ripe stars, I would say that's a positive outcome for OP,

and the parents finally noticed what is going on. Props

to OP for standing up for himself and not letting

his sister exploit him. And yeah guys, thank you so

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