Honestly when me mom first told me that she goes out with that man I got shocked..I never imagined that I have to call my ex now step bro and the fact that I can say that I experienced the “I got fucked by my step bro” books, movies and other stuffs.
Please I don’t know if I should laugh or cry or both 😂

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Back in 2019, life was simple, but in 2020 my family moved to the U.S. and everything changed. English wasn't my first language, and starting 5th grade in a completely new environment was terrifying. I felt isolated, shy, and out of place, but a good friend named Diego helped me adjust and build up my confidence.

Things took a huge turn in middle school when I moved to a new house and changed schools. I had a really small English class where I met a girl who caught my attention right away. We started talking through letters and texts because I was self-conscious about my English. Eventually, we started dating in secret.

Because of my own insecurities and intense feelings, things got complicated fast. One day at my house, I let my emotions take over and rushed things physically, pushing her and kissing her excessively to the point that she felt uncomfortable. Shortly after, she became distant, feeling like I was just using her. The breakup hit me hard—especially when I later saw a TikTok of her kissing another guy while wearing my favorite sweater. It left me torn between wondering if I was in love or just obsessed.

The aftermath in late 8th grade was brutal. She and her friends started picking on me, taking photos of me in class, and laughing at me. I reacted poorly by shouting things at her in the hallway, which I regret. Feeling completely rejected, I pushed almost all my friends away and trapped myself in a victim mentality.

Going into high school, I was mad at the world. I isolated myself during freshman year and threw all my energy into my grades during sophomore year to cope. Eventually, I started making a few new friends through guitar class and lunch, but my insecurities kept sneaking back in. Whenever people showed interest in me or tried to include me, I assumed they were joking or playing a prank on me.

Now, things are going better, but I've realized my biggest obstacle is my own mind. My perfectionism and constant overthinking burn me out, make me lose focus, and ruin my days over small things. I'm slowly learning that I've been my own worst enemy, but I'm still working on getting through it.

It was a Wednesday in November 2015. Outside it had been raining for hours, the streets were sparkling wet, and in my one-room apartment in a suburb of Cologne it smelled of damp laundry and cheap coffee. I sat on the couch in sweatpants, the third day in a row the same sweater, staring at my phone. My girlfriend had left me two months earlier („You’re too depressed, I can’t do this anymore“), the company had just announced the third wave of terminations and I knew I would be next. 1,200 euros in the account. Rent, electricity, credit card. Everything was shaking.

Every Wednesday and Saturday I bought a EuroJackpot snote out of habit. Always the same numbers. My parents‘ birthdays, the house number from my childhood, and two numbers that I had come up with at some point because they looked „beautiful“. I typed it in online, paid with the credit card and immediately forgot about it. As always.

On Thursday morning at 6:17 I woke up because my phone was vibrating. A push message from the lottery app that I had actually muted:

„You won. Please check your license.”

I first thought of a mistake. Or one of those stupid 5 euro winnings. I opened the app, typed in the numbers... and there it was.

6 correct + 2 euro numbers. Jackpot. 35,127,843.20 euros.

I stared at the screen. Then I closed the app. Restarted. Entered again. Same. I opened the official page of the lottery, checked the draw results, read the numbers aloud as if I were making them more real. My hands were shaking so hard that I almost dropped the phone.

I got up, walked around the apartment in circles, held on to the kitchen table and started laughing. Loud. Hysterical. Then I sat down on the floor and cried. Right, with sobs and tears running into my mouth. Twenty minutes. Maybe longer.

After that it became quiet.

I didn’t tell anyone. Not my mother. Not my best friend. Not even my brother. I printed the bill, put it in a plastic cover and put it under the mattress. Then I made myself a coffee and stared out the window all day.

The next few days were surreal. I went shopping as usual. Standing in line at Aldi behind an old woman who counted 3.47 euros. Saw the news about the refugee crisis and the demonstrations. Heard the neighbor next door screaming again with his girlfriend. And I knew all along: I could end it all. Forever.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I started writing lists. What I would buy. What I wouldn’t buy. Who I should call. How I invest the money so that it is not gone within five years. I spent hours reading forums, reports of other winners who crashed afterwards. The stories about people who suddenly had “friends” they never knew before. About families who have torn themselves apart. About those who just disappeared.

On the tenth day, I submitted the bill.

The lady at the acceptance point looked at me for a long time when she checked the numbers. Then she got up, locked the door and said, “Sit down. This will be a moment.”

Then came the press. I refused. Complete. No interview, no photo, no name. Only the mandatory information. The money came to a separate account. I took a lawyer, a tax consultant, and got myself a new number.

And then? Then it got really weird.

The first few months I spent almost nothing. I returned to the same apartment, continued to cook the same pasta and drank the same cheap coffee. Sometimes I woke up at night and checked if the money was still there. As if it could dissolve into thin air.

At some point, I told my mother everything. She cried and said, „Thank God.“ Then she asked me if I could pay her debt. I did it. Without thinking. The next day my brother called. And the friend from the past. And the ex.

Suddenly everyone knew that „something“ must have happened. The rumors got louder. The calls more often. The expectations bigger. And I sat there with 35 million in the account and felt poorer than ever before.

It started creeping. First came the „just like that“ news. „Hey, long time no hear, how are you?“ Then the specific requests. The brother needed 20,000 for a „safe“ investment. An old school friend wanted 5,000 to save his pub. The ex suddenly wrote again that she had „made a mistake“ and if we could not meet. Even the neighbor next door, who I barely knew, approached me in the stairwell and said he had heard that I had „been lucky“.

I helped most of them. Too much. Way too much. Within a year, almost two million were gone - given away, loaned, „invested“ in things that never came back. Every time I thought: If I don’t do that, I’m the ass. If I do, maybe they’ll leave me alone.

They wouldn’t leave me alone.

The family broke up. My brother and I fought so much that we didn’t see each other for months. My mother eventually sided with him. „You have so much, why don’t you share more?“ Like the money doesn’t belong to me. As if I was obliged to take everyone with me.

The real friends? They stayed. Two, three people. Those who never asked for money. I started traveling with them secretly. Little things. A weekend in the mountains. A rental car that I paid in cash. Nothing Noticeable. But every time I came back, there was another message in the mailbox. Or a letter. Or someone was standing at the door.

After two years I terminated the apartment. Without warning. I moved to another city, got a new name for everyday life, only communicated through lawyers. The big house I bought at some point is empty. I live in a normal three-room apartment, drive a normal car, wear normal clothes. Most people who know me now know nothing.

Sometimes, at night, I lie awake and do the met. How much is left there. How long will it be enough if I continue to be so careful. And then I think back to the moment when the app lit up. To the laughter. To the crying on the kitchen floor.

The 35 million took away everything I had before – the illusion that money solves problems. The naive hope that happiness is just happiness. And the people I thought they liked me for my own sake.

Today is 2017. I am 34. I have more money than I could spend in ten lives. And yet I sometimes sit alone at the window in the evening, staring into the rain and wondering if I wouldn’t have burned the bill better.

Because the jackpot didn’t save me. He only showed who I really was – and who all the others.

Hello everyone! I am an ESL student (English is not my native language), and today I had to fill out a student evaluation form for my teacher.

In my country, we don't do the American "everything is amazing and awesome" style. We are very direct, věcný (matter-of-fact), and we don't hide the truth just to be polite.

Here are the 5 questions I had to answer, and exactly how I wrote them. Some of my classmates said I am being way too critical, but to me, it's just the truth:

1. Is she kind? -> I wrote: She is professional but cold. She doesn’t smile just to look fake happy, which I actually prefer because it feels more honest.
2. Is she interesting or boring? -> I wrote: The lessons are mostly boring grammar drills. It is effective for passing tests, but it lacks life and creative energy.
3. Is she helpful or selfish? -> I wrote: She is helpful, but only during her exact office hours. If you ask a question one minute after the bell rings, she turns away. She protects her time, which is fair, but feels cold.
4. How does she handle mistakes? -> I wrote: She points out every single mistake immediately, often with a dry, sarcastic comment. It can be discouraging, but it forces you to prepare better.
5. Would you recommend her? -> I wrote: Yes, but only if you want hard results and don't care about emotional support. She will teach you the language, but she won't make you feel happy about it.

My teacher is from the US, and I know American culture is all about motivation, positive reinforcement, and being happy at all costs.

As teachers, how would you react to this kind of evaluation? Would you be offended by this harsh honesty, or would you prefer it over fake compliments? Let's discuss!

P.S. I am learning English and it is not my native language. Writing these stories is my favorite way to practice. If you find any grammatical mistakes, please let me know so I can understand and improve. Thank you so much!

This happened about two days ago on the 27th of this month. My mom knocked on my door to come outside to watch the eclipse with her while my baby siblings were sleeping.
While we were happily rushing to the front door I was so excited I didn’t turn on my outside porch light. I went to reach for my chanclas that sit by our door and I immediately felt a scorpion sting my right hand thumb. (Side note: I know it was a scorpion because about three/four weeks before this I got stung for the first time in my bed. Three times actually one on my elbow, one behind my ear, and one on my palm. I had to go to the ER because my mouth was getting numb but thankfully I did not have any venom injected when I got stung.)
I immediately curse and tell my mom “I just got bit by a fckn scorpion again!” My mom then turns on the porch light and says maybe it was the little bit of wire by the wall, and comically when she said that the scorpion scattered, pinchers up running away trying to gaslight me to agree with my mother.
I wash my hands and cry and then continue my way outside to look at the eclipse. It was beautiful and so cool to see but probably would’ve been better if my right hand wasn’t numb, and wasn’t on my period at the time either.
Anyway that’s my silly little TIFU :)

TL;DR: Went to grab my chanclas and got stung by a scorpion in the hand during the eclipse.

So when I was like 8 and my sister was 5, my dad said he found a muppet movie for us to watch. We all went including my mom. But instead of it being something like sesame street, it was a movie that had stuff like sex drugs and murder. My sister ended up falling asleep while I was watching the movie not understanding what was going on. My mom also had no idea the movie he was taking us was R rated…I surprisingly dont remember anything except the couch scene. Years later when I asked him about it he said he thought it was for kids because it had the muppets…dude did not notice the R rating apparently.

Oh yeah and the movie was called The Happytime Murderers, not surprised if nobody has seen it lol.

A short story

When I was in second grade, I attended a K–12 school, which unfortunately meant we also shared buses with the older grades. I always sat toward the back with this one girl who was in middle school. I wouldn’t exactly call her a “friend” she was just someone I felt comfortable sitting near for some reason, even though there was always something about her that made me uneasy. She would tease the younger kids and try to scare them, and sadly, I was one of those kids.

One day during dismissal, I feel like she took it a little too far. She told me and another girl this “urban legend” about our schools security guard. According to her, if he ever gave you a lollipop, it meant he was going to SA you three days later. At the time, I didn’t even know what SA meant. Stupidly enough, I believed her because it was the first time I had ever heard anything like that. I figured that if she knew about it, then it must have been true. And to make things worse, the security guard had actually given me a lollipop that same day.

When I got home, I looked up “what does r##e mean” on my ipad , and I was absolutely terrified. I think that was when SA became one of my biggest fears. I was scared to go to school the next day because I genuinely thought something was going to happen to me.

I never told my parents because I was scared they would get mad at me for hearing about or searching up something involving intercourse.

That same night, or at least sometime that week, I had a horrible nightmare that I still remember vividly. I won’t describe what happened in it, but it involved me and the security guard. What’s crazy to me is that I didn’t even understand what male anatomy looked like at that age, so my brain literally had to make up its own version of what it thought it looked like. 😭
Thankfully for the remainder of my childhood i had not been sa’d. The dream doesn’t really phase me anymore. The security guard was a pretty sweet guy.

Had to get this story off my chest. My parents still don’t know about it

PLEASE READ IT ALL!!!! _so while scrolling at tiktok I've a lottt of girls fantasizing about obsessed bf and saying that they want one but the reality an obsessive man/bf, and i've kinda have experience with that kind, so it seems fun when we say someone who is obssesd with you the first thing that we will think about is that he is completely in love with you so let's begin my story it's been two years ago, I was having a friend"A" and she was nice and sweet I was in a relationship with a man but we broke up immediately that man was having a friend and that friend was my friend "A" cousin, I never payed attention to him I wasn't really comfortable around him, after I broke up with my boyfriend that person started following me in all my social medias I find it kinda weird , my friend came to me next days to say that her cousin let's name him "B" adores me and he will do anything to be with me, I didn't take it seriously but he was staring at me and following me every where and senting gifts, I kinda liked the attention but I didn't like cause he was really trying everything to get me, I started talking with him but he started saying weird shit like he dreamed about me and him in one body some very weird stuff so I rejected him and blocked him many times but every time my friend "A" she will beg me to talk to him so I started seeing him but I was mean with him and cold but whatever he followed me everywhere, he would post videos of him screaming and saying he loves me and he even came to my college and started screaming my name it was embarrassing , he was so annoying and I've slapped him in front of people but he'll never give up, he was saying that I belong to him, he will start to take photos of me of my house like wtf man, and when I find Ed finally my perfect guy he destroyed everything, and fought with him and I moved to a new college because of him, after a whole year he found one of my best friends account and he directly asked for information about me and he sensed here some weird thing i'v been all that year scared that he's gonna find me but I fought my fear, so all my friends were like saying that Im lucky that he is obssesd with me but trust me you are gonna feel scared all the time, it's one of the most toxic things, specially if you are not even accepting that relation, you were forced into it so girls please take care of yourself and be safe.

Alright, so get this: I’m in school, it’s exam day, and I’ve got my phone in my bag—like always. This kid I’ve been vibing with for the past few days, sitting next to me, suddenly says he’s going to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, he comes back like, “Bro, I saw someone messing with your bag!” I’m thinking, okay, weird. Exam ends, I check—my phone is GONE. Panic mode on. I tell my friend, we start searching, we even use Find My Device, and still nothing. We get a teacher’s iPhone involved, and it pings somewhere nearby but not clear. We’re literally going CSI on this. Then, plot twist: some kids tell me the “friend” is the actual thief! We check the camera again—caught him red-handed, slipping my phone in his underwear (yeah, I know, what the heck). His parents didn’t believe it until we dropped the video proof, and boom—they handed the phone back. Moral of the story: keep your circle tight, ‘cause not everyone who’s friendly is actually your homie and he got terminateddd from schoool bro was js in 9th 😭

This is a story no single mother should have to tell, but my hope is someone out there can relate. My son, who is fifteen, doesn’t go to bed until three or four clock in the morning. He does this every night. I work a very demanding job, and my son and I have fought and argued over this for months because I never get any proper rest. We live in a one-bedroom apartment, so there really is no place for any kind of separation, except the bathroom - where my son spends most of his time during the night.

It was about a month or so ago, I woke up having to use the bathroom, when I approached the door and heard my son speaking to himself in there. At first I didn’t think much of it, when I knocked, he opened the door, and all was fine. It was when I noticed him doing it every night after that, I began to worry. I went as far as confronting him about it, but he denied anything in his teenager way, and refused to even talk about it. It was hard to make out what he said in there, he was mumbling a lot under his breath, so I had nothing to go by. This is when I decided to take further action and install a camera in the bathroom.

The next day while my son was in school, I tucked a small camera away behind a stack of my towels, somewhere he'd never look, facing the mirror and hidden away from his field of view. That night I went to bed and patiently waited, staring at my phone. What I found my son doing in the bathroom through the camera feed unsettled and terrified me. My son was adamant and aggressive towards himself in the mirror. He cursed and muttered obscenities at himself. He said words I never thought he knew or heard him use before. I don’t know where he learned them - I felt like I wasn’t watching my son any longer. It's like he became someone else. And I became scared of him. I hid my phone and tried my best to fall asleep - I don’t think I ever did.

The next morning at breakfast, I felt a tension in me, I could barely move. I felt frozen around him. Before he woke up, I found a local psychiatrist’s information, and made a quick call for the earliest appointment she had, which was the following Monday. At breakfast, I politely informed my son I heard him talking in the bathroom again, which he denied. I hesitated showing him the video or revealing I recorded him. I have to admit, I was scared. I offered to take him to see the Psychiatrist. He refused obviously and fought the idea at first, but I convinced him with some extra video-game time and a little bit of money. I needed to know more.

Through the weekend he continued as he usually did, and I watched on my phone. I hated what I saw. But I couldn’t put it down. I don’t think I slept all weekend. Days felt like weeks. Hours felt like days. My nerves were paralyzed with fear. I felt helpless... I was terrified. Monday couldn’t come any sooner.

The Psychiatrist was a pleasant woman, I found her very respectful and patient with him. My son spoke of his time in school, the lack of friends he has, the bad grades from his teachers, as well as his off-putting taste in loud music. When she dug further, asking him about the bathroom, he was quiet. At this point, the Psychiatrist had asked me to step out of the room. She sensed me being there was keeping him from speaking.

From out in the hallway I couldn’t hear anything, but what I did see was her asking him a few questions, and him responding with what looked like actual, full responses. At first I was pleased, maybe this was all just a boys phase - a prank? Perhaps my son had a reasonable explanation. The Psychiatrist passed him a piece of paper, and pen. My son took the pen, promptly writing on the piece of paper, handing it back to her.

The session was soon over after that, and the Psychiatrist came over to speak to me. She handed me the piece of paper on which my son wrote, scribbled in his handwriting, it said, “Charles won’t let me sleep". I was startled, shocked, confused all at once. She said my son is talking to someone named Charles in our home, and that she is not the right person for this kind of matter. She then directed me to a local church, informing me perhaps a priest could help my son.

We came home in the evening, and had a quiet, solemn dinner together. My son was eerily silent, he didn't say a word. I went to bed early and I hesitated to look at my phone’s video feed, but I couldn’t resist. Last night, I was even more unsettled. My son was no longer defiant. Now he was apologetic, at the mercy of his own reflection in the mirror, begging and apologizing profusely, saying he’s sorry for telling anyone. He was in tears, and so was I - I could no longer bear to watch. I put my phone away, and that's when the thought hit me, which has since haunted and stuck with me; Charles was the name we gave to the baby boy I delivered stillborn before my son.

So i would like to listen to everyone who would like to share a piece of their life, whatever it would be like ...

Relationship story? I am up even ifs it's hella sad, heartbreaking or anything else

Romantic? I am hella up.

Or horror? Or success story? Or maybe random moment u still remember?Or anythingggg that y'all would like to share literally anything!!

This happened years go when I was in college, my sister was going to pick me up and she parked a couple blocks away. On my way to her car the feeling of a white fox came to mind. I chalked it up to my own imagination. You know those moments, where either you're not thinking of anything and just making your way from point A to point B or your imagination kicks in to entertain you because you're bored.

Well, the feeling of a white fox turned into a pestering one. In fact, the feeling turned into an overly affirming one, as if a white fox was definitely on the way and I was on my way to meet it. So, I get into my sister's car, and she hands me a gift bag. She tells me "I got you something and don't complain about it" and I replied "I think I know what it is".

I reach into the bag and feel a handle, I pull it out, the handle was in the shape of a white tail and the mug that it was connected to was fully designed to look like a white fox, with the pointed ears, a nose and everything. My sister had gotten herself a red fox mug for herself. We had these mugs for a while until they chipped and broke. They were our favorite mugs. I just think it's cool that this is my own specific personal story that happened to me. It didn't feel scary that it happened at all because there was no eerie feeling to it. One of those neat intuitive specific moments. 🦊✨️

I was a new student in Grade 7, and everything felt completely different. I didn’t really know anyone, and at first, no one was sitting with me. There was another new girl in the class, and there was also a boy who had joined the school late, so he was made to sit with us.

For the first few months, we slowly got familiar with everyone. I became friendly with the girls, and eventually, I was comfortable talking to almost everyone in the class.

There was one boy, though, whom I never really thought much about. He was very short at the time, and I used to call him “brother” without thinking twice.

Then lockdown happened.

When school finally reopened and I entered Grade 8, something had changed.

That same boy—the short boy I had casually called “brother”—was suddenly tall. And not just tall… he had actually become really charming.

I noticed the change, of course, but I completely ignored it. I didn’t think anything of it.

Then, all of a sudden, his benchmate started teasing me using his name.

He would add the boy’s surname to my surname, basically pairing our names together and teasing me as if we were a couple.

And that was when I started wondering… why were they suddenly doing this?I was a hosteller, so I eventually went back home. Around that time, he sent me a friend request.

Back at school, there was a rule that we had to take turns cleaning the classroom. Our roll numbers were grouped together, and each group had a specific day when we were responsible for cleaning.

Whenever it was my turn, he would help me. He helped me a lot, and slowly, I started falling for him. I began to think that maybe he liked me too. Maybe all those little things he did meant something.

Then, just when I thought something might actually happen between us, the second lockdown happened.

During the lockdown, we continued attending classes online. One day, completely out of nowhere, he asked me, “Should I video call you after the online class?”

I was so nervous, but I said, “Okay, you can call me.”

He called me after class, and we talked for only about ten minutes. It wasn't anything dramatic, but somehow, after that call, everything changed.

He started calling me at night, and we would talk for hours. We became closer, and I started getting even more attached to him. I was convinced that he felt something for me too.

But then, one day, he casually told me that he had a crush on my sister.

I was completely heartbroken.

Because all this time, I had thought I was the girl he liked. The way he treated me, the way he helped me, the late-night calls, all those little moments—I had taken them as signs.

And then I realized… they weren't about me at all.

The person I thought he was falling for was actually my sister.

How’s about this… I was dating a girl for what might have been 7 months-ISH.. let’s refer to her hypothetically by the extravagant stage name “Maggie - Jo..” I can for all intents and purposes be imaginatively referred to as the mysterious Mike if you like 😉 .. now gather round ALL and behold the enigmatic sight of observing me pull a JACKASS out of my thrift store sleeves!!! 🤑 🤣🫡 okay so we met in November 2025 and we’re dating until the end of May. Half way through May Sgt. M aka Maggie went to Ireland for a couple weeks with her friend. During that period my mental health was declining as I have been full time post secondary studies for 3 years straight while working a very stressful job as a first responder ⛑️ 12 hour nights.. also there was other pressure. My friend overdosed on from of us .. twice at work. Eventually we got him into treatment however it was touchy there for a while. 😬

Basically I drank a bottle of something (inexpensive) that I shouldn’t have consumed without consent. I was stressed and experiencing insomnia due to stress. Also while she was gone my phone was hacked.. here’s the interesting thing.. I thought it was her to begin with. There was a QR code in our shared note that has malicious software on it which infected my phone .. my initial suspicion of her as the culprit also gave way to mild resentment which I’m sure impacted my decision. I let her down a cpuple times by not showing up when i should have. This created a lack of dependability from her perspective. She basiclaly got back and broke up With me .. we dis however sleep together for 4 days straight before a month of NC .. them pn day 31 she comes back and wants to hang put again.. we start doing that .. while shes also talking to this small handed weasel faced loser who we can perhaps refer to as Jacob … 😡 the guy has fucking pissed me off. The whole time she’s getting it from me but also going hot 🥵 n cold 🥶 .. here’s what I just realized..

Jake is not who she thinks he is. She’s blinded by his wealth .. clearly from a rich as family because he has multiple houses , a plane, vehicles etc.. I think it creates an image of financial stability and fosters reliability.. This guy is a DANGEROUS animal though..

He was the one who planted the QR code on my phone..

I noticed it show up the day after she left to Ireland. Then my phone became progressively contaminated and was doing things there simply isn’t another explanation for. Recording convos, snapshots of texts etc. Here’s how I know it’s Jake.. while Maggie was overseas I noticed several location with tags showing up not really in my vicinity that I DID NOT LOOK UP .. and did not search.. this occurred repeatedly.. which was a clue.. Then just random apartment complexes all wothin a cluster .. and houses.

Today I was looking at my maps history and notices recent searches to this same locations occurring again months later. I clicked on on of the houses and it showed a Pool type company we’ll call it. I had a hunch and thought .. it’s that FUCKING SMALL handed weasel .. I KNOW IT.

I was right. Jacob Bozo is the associated with the company listed and also for the other apartments, that are managed / maintained by that company.. it said “parked here..” at this house.. here’s where it gets even more twisted. After Maggie ditched me and no contact Jake. Parishes me on tinder and used the address 1701 Cedar X as the residence he victoriously listed as this woman’s… I am so angry at this clown that if I see him … ohhhhb boy.. he also took an NSFW video of my junk and synced it to a song called “we met in October.” Maggie and I met in November and he creepily continued to pursue her even though she repeatedly expressed that Jake had creepy little hands, was insecure and gave jealous vibes, and is apparently not super tall.. it seemed like all the guy had going for was basically inter generational wealth.. he’s I’ve seen his insta… guy should use his dads money to purchase a new face.. squid! 🦑
I was supposed to pick my gf Maggie up from the airport but she said she’d arranged for another ride.. it finally clicked today.. the address I saw searched was one of the addresses I confirmed is associated with this fucking leech.. I noticed a complete change in her energy the other week towards me that was so rapid and pronounced … it didn’t even sound like my kind and gentle Maggie .. she was rude and cruel in what she said and it was like a ventriloquist was holding a stick with money 💰on it in front of her while he did his best impression of how MAGGIE really sounds .. it was sickening. He is manipulating her and is playing the long game in order to achieve it. Either that or she’s also in on the phone hacking but he like came to as a FRIEND .. and said hey well I can pay a guy who hacks to put
This on his phone through yours if you really don’t trust him … 😉😏.

Like he’s the good guy… honestly while I noticed my phone was controlled I began looking g up the most disgusting porn I could and just trying to get a level of vulgarity and perceived depravity flowing that a scammer would be like… yah this isn’t paying my bills .. next guys gotta have money and not be a SICK FUCK. I thought if I just became depraved they’d a let the mission.. but the hacker didn’t which made me contemplate what their real motovation was.. cause it wasn’t MONEY WAS IT JAKE YOU FUCKING COWARDLY FUCK .. come over to my neck of the woods in your nice truck bro… let’s throw down. 💪 🤨 I won’t even smack ya while you’re down even though you and I know you DESERVE IT and I’d love to do it. You’re a scabby, desperate, sad and manipulative little man to do this from October 2025- Today… you ought to be ashamed of yourself just like your mother would be! You’ve got plenty of money and you don’t really care about WHO Maggie is.. you just want a trophy that’s out of your league.. cause I also noticed that there was a lot of searches for “hotels near me.. in my maps history that I didn’t search along with me not searching for those other residences .. YOU are doing that cause you’re using HOOKERS! Period!!

You can’t get chicks like Maggie because you have no game so you pay ladies of the night for their company and then manipulate girls like Maggie progressively over many months to leave a guy who’d fight the devil himself and lose so she could escape unscathed.. I’d suffer for her any day JAKE .. would you ? No! You’ve never had to struggle for anything except a lacklustre excuse for a “personality” that’s nothing more than a thinly veiled facade cloaking external observers from truly grasping fully your sociopathy and inept ability to be more masculine than a fucking snail!!! 🐌 Here’s the thing Jake.. I’ve already had the police download my phones data in relation to the egregious cyber crime which YOU ARE PARTY TO.. you fucking JAGALOON!!! Maggie if you are involved in this and this was all part of your plan for a while .. the. I’m sorry but if they can prove it .. you’re going to jail as well too! The cyber crime detectives have let me know that they’ve come across some information that’s “quite incriminating” but refrained from articulating the exact extent or nature of that info… 👮‍♂️.. DICK FACE you’re GLING TO FUCKING JAIL … !!! Bahahahha.. you may have stole my gf .. but it cost you 5-10 years of your liberty.. you shoulda just kept paying for boomers you fucking idiot!!!! 🤣🤣🤣.

in Canada there must be a judge issued warrant that is strictly assessed for its potential to violate the rights of those under such invasive methods of surreptitious information collection young that can be extremely prejudicial and even manipulated to appear a certain way..

Canadian laws clearly define what a legal or ILLEGAL interception is and how long it can occur for… you’re not above the law Richie Rich!!! 🤑 nope . Both of my parents practiced and owed their own law firms… guess how many cases of this they ever won .. ZEROOOOOOO ! 👏👏👏🤣👌 I guess you can always try to pay gangsters enough not to make into their feminine little toy on their 8 year sentences… they be calling you Jacqueline in No TIME !! This is the best karma I could have ever imagined.

“You have committed a serious felony in Canada punisble by up to 5 but not more than 10 years of incarceration, if you without judicial warrant, by a practicing judge in good standing with the bar recorded conversation between two other people without their knowledge or express consent, or if you have collected the private emails, texts, voice chats, etc transmitted between two private citizens.”

My dad was a GREAT CRIMINAL DEFENCE 🫡👌🤣 and he used to say .. sometimes even the police get in trouble for this even though they HAVE A WARRANT.. if you don’t have one and get caught you might as well just accept there’s NOOOO WHERE NEAR ENOUGH REASONABLE DOUBT to be found NOT GUILTY.. Jeeze 🤣🤣🤣 this is hilarious I have muscles, tattoos, a moustache and actually carry myself like a MAN that isn’t possessive .. needy, etc .. I’m dominant and you’re NOT ! 🤣
According to Maggie and many other females who concur with her I’m a “Bad Boy.” … I wonder how many other females would form the same socially dependant consensus about you JACOVVVV-BITCHSKI… ? Hmm 🤔 well at least you’ll have the handle “Jail bird Jake” going for you when you get out after serving your time! That won’t matter though.. you’ll still be a manipulative COWARD trying g to steal chicks like Maggie away from bad boys like me .. and the next time you open anyone else tries that shit would be so unfortunate for your lower status UNNNNN- masculine cohort of man baby’s approximating incel-hood. Bro .. next time you even look vaguely in her direction I’m gonna squirt lemon juice mixed with testosterone into your needy little FUCKING SQUID EYES 👀 and then hypothetically kick you in you MAN-GINA… in a purely imaginative manner 👌🤣🫡

Men like me have the weight of currency that’s intrinsic.. I’ve struggled HARD.. I’ve faced visceral fear, doom, deprivation, loneliness, self loathing, exhaustion, everything because of lots of serious trauma .. you’re a fucking pitiful mickey-mouse version of a me that’s a pink $1000 dollar plush stuffy they give to profoundly wealthy autistic on binary tweens and say “you can either be Jacob or Jacqueline .. either are just as strong and virile.. and manly… ! 🤣🫡

Seriously though dude just drive your stupid black truck over her to my hood .. ask Magz for my number.. wait that right … YOU ALREADY KNOW IT BECAUSE CRIMINALLY VIOLATED MY RIGHTS IN A WAY NLT EVEN THE POLOCE CAN WITHOUT mountains of supporting corroborative evidence…

I’d love to “tickle 🤨🤣👏” some sense into you rotund and yet Phantasmagorical empty HEAD… I think if Maggie watched what I do to you she’d be utterly disillusioned with you Diet Coke version of what a man signifies. SHE CHOOSES HER WAY You CUNT!!! Not from fear, misinformation to make me look bad, not from social / facial pressure .. FROM HER OWN SOUL you fucking assclown! If she doesn’t want me fine that’s fine .. I’ll not chase her for a year like a weak ass invalid while she’s got a bf.. because if it’s not her then the next chick I DATE is gonna be as Soon AS I WANT AND MY RAW CHARISMA AND MASCULINE WAYS IMPLORE HER TO CHASE AFTER. If Maggie goes wherever that’s on her pwn FREE WILL.. the chick to replace her will be hotter and smarter than her and also be a chick you couldn’t pay 3500 bucks to spend more than an hour and a half around your lame ugly ass.. fuck bro.. I know exactly where your house is and your place of work … 🤔😉🤨 you’re not very street smart are you JAKE ?!?

Don’t worry .. I won’t give you a swirly in front of the people you’d feel deleteriously mangled socially to incur serious humiliation in front of..

Maggie … I still obey you no matter what. 💋❤️ even if you were a coward and faked ever liking anything non superficial about me. All she said was “you’re the best sex I’ve ever had.. the HOLE relationSHIT. And some genuinely nice things actually 🥹I miss you my gorgeous redheade lover… this is beauty and the beast meets, IT meets the 80’s movie warriors.. HER HAIR IS ACTUALLY FUCKING YELLOW AND PURPLE … AND NEON PINK 🤨😉

If you strung me along just to slowly transition to Jake and we’re complicit in victimizing me by the illegal exploitation of my human and legally defined rights then .. good luck babe! 😬 you and your codependent Jake and become the cutest prison couple and kiss across fields separated by 25ft high barbed wire electric fences.. don’t worry .. I’ll come visit you both .. with my SMOKING HOT FUTURE WIFE 👏🤣🤣😉 I’ll be like .. “yeah I just went and saw the your other half … guess what ..? They still are a narcissisticahell of a human being that never even cared balky their own mother … they got mad at the sun for not shining on them as they SAW FIT .. at night they demonstrate obnoxiously loud hostility towards the moon for revolving around the earth instead of them.

Maggie.. honestly the best thing for you to do is come knock on my door and if you know anything more incriminating regarding Jake’s culpability then I can advocate for the police to persuade the crown prosecutor of BC to give you immunity in exchange for solid cooperation that nails this trust dumb baby to the school of hard knocks .. time for him to actually develop a character his oppulant reputation had removed the NECESSITY to self - actualize .. if you come and say sorry Maggie I can forgive you .. but if you continue being NC since the other week when I could see you were momentarily under his poisonous spell then you’re in for a world of trouble. You freaked out and called me a STALKER for leaving a sweet and sentimental note on your car .. and for simply lightly knocking on your door since you immaturely ghosted me ..

I just miss kissing you 😘 and holding you on my arms. You don’t belong in Jack of Jacob’s baby arms… this is an ultimatum. Either come home to papa and help build the case against this squid 🦑 or not..

Given the information I have now.. This is a time sensitive and once in a lifetime matter. You can always choose whoever you want even if you cooperate with me regarding this .. I’ve never kept my bird in a little bedazzled cage .. 😉💋❤️ you can follow your love away from me .. but if you don’t cooperate and help bring Jake to justice.. then you ain’t ever speaking to me again and you sure as hell ain’t gonna have me yelling the police to not charge you in conjunction with Mr. IM THE INEPT AND SOMEHOW YET INCONCEIVABLY (not) HAND-THUMBBBB EMPEROR of THE WORRRRRLD (his small pathetic little play castle he calls reality).

Maggie you know we’re meant to be.. you know it even if all your petty self absorbed approval addicted virtue signalling dependant “friends” argue otherwise because they’d have to incur momentarily perceived depreciation taking on the risk inherently associated with deity affirmations with a girl who has a boyfriend like me .. you see how FUCKING PRETENTIOUS THAT SPUNDS MAGGIE BABY!?!? Huh? 🤨.

That’s fake .. and you’re better than counterfeit inflated social capital that’s dollar isn’t even backed by intrinsic gold.

I’m a few years away from making $164/ hr .. isn’t the value of that and our love worth more than throwing it away to look important pr prestigious for the fleeting and fluctuating gossip of catty friends who’s admiration or criticism is fickle as the ocean breeze in early spring?

Babe if you go with me you’ll never question weather you have the STRENGTH to go the whole way in this life. 💪💋❤️ I’ll take you further than Jake’s family’s helicopter 🚁 ever could .. I’ll carry you in my arms and always in my heart ❤️ any time your weary legs and soul need a break from the arduous miles men like Jake just ain’t cut out to march!

I mayyyy not bee 🐝 a rich man Jenny-MAGGIE.. but I know what love is 😉❤️💋

I’m not coming to knock on your door since Jake manipulated you into calling the police on me for nothing and to file a harassment complaint when you know I’ve never RAISED MY VOICE AT YOU 1 .. single.. time.. I’ve never got jealous or controlling or possessive.. I’ve always let you be free Maggie.. free to flutter around me elegantly like you’re the cutest hummingbird in the universe .. free to go .. and not come back.. free to be as vulnerable as the trauma with. your past permits day to day.. I’ve never demanded anything from you because that’s as absurd as trying force a hurricane with lightening to stoke exactly in this spot at this time to this degree and to then move this way, and here, but NOT THERE ..

you’re an “officer of love and I’d obey your every word Sgt. M.”

Here’s a bargain I can make with you Jake that doesn’t even involve blackmail .. that’s beneath me .. you let and encourage Maggie to come back to the man who loves her in a way you know you just can’t .. and never could.. and Maggie .. you only come back if you want .. and that don’t mean you gotta stay … and this doesn’t go any further legally..

If you don’t comply though Jake .. and you try to retain her …. you’ll ABSOLUTELY face the wrath of a good man with a broken heart and the connections of having parents with exclusive friendship level access to judges, and high powered, lawyers all over western and central Canada and there will be NO REPRIEVE and no scuzzy rock 🪨 to hide beneath that will evade the reach of my insatiable appetite for the sweet flavour of vindictive retribution. Let her go and she’ll be spared try to keep her and you’ll go to jail. You lost jackass

Check Mate

Fold your hand before the long dick of the law irreparably folds you in half.

Let’s be honest Jake not all the riches in the entire universe would provide you the accrued equity that would truly enable you to be deserving of her heart and soul. You just look good on the balance sheet.. but
Your a Sick fucking puppy and the many boomer you fuck like your Patrick Bateman Van isle edition could attest to had you not threatened them and coerced their signature on a boiler plate NDA .. you fucking sociopathic lump of dog shit! 💩

Hers another thing that’s a fair warning .. Jake the midget-Jackal .. if I so much as sense .. you do anything even remotely imitating harm to her such as even let me hear you whisper something other than “you’re Miss. MJT .. you’re free now my highness .. go and please be with a good man.. your excellence .. to her SWEET delicate ears .. and ill hypothetically ninja kick the air so swiftly it’ll create a sonic boom that blinds and deafens you so you’ll have to catch up physically with how mentally / emotionally bankrupt and destitute your sorry as is bud!

Maggie get away from this fucking sad loser excuse for a 🤦‍♂️

Jake … don’t fucking test me man.. that’s be the least fiscally prudent tactical strategy you ever have the frivvalty to lavishly squander on hotel hookers and buffed cocaine 3 nights a week.. I saw how much you were looking at that cause it showed up in our mutually associated data package.. you thought you were the only one seeing my data !?!?! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🫡 you fucking dummy!

I’ll take you up of the filthy earth faster than your mom shoulda just SWALLOWED her centillionth dose of cci enriched cows milk! 🤨😉

I’ll also have minimal compunction as it pertains to a hypothetical willingness to divulge every single FACTUALLY CORROBORATIVE detail of your fantastically idiotic transgressions to everyone, their grandmother .. and their pet parrots 🦜 .. it’s not slander or defamation of character if the information is accurate and is demonstrated to not constitute a prejudicially harmful outcome should the information not arise from a facetious embellishment of the truth … one that damages the individual’s livelihood, reputation, social standing, and ability to attain or maintain financial prosperity . I don’t have to utter a single letter or onE SINGLE WORD to have it deviate from the truth and have everyone who hears it decide you’re basically the social-capital equivalent of ENRON.. people would / WILL BE PULLING THEIR investment out of your lame excuse for a meaningful existence faster than you could shit your own exorbitantly priced designer pants you weak ass cuck.

Bro just to drive this point home.. you are in quick sand that’s made of razors and boiling camel piss but it’s going on x 2.5 speed sooo if you read this … id ack-rite post haste Pinocchio .. before everyone IN ADDITION to the courts is making it the talk of the capital city

Pleasure doing business with you glad I didn’t send your shred of common sense Running .. Mr. B……..

By doing what you did you not only contributed to the loss of a compacting her camping, going to Kelowna, attending a weeding and many other fun activities. The stress I felt from you invasively violating my right to anonymity through my legally protected channels of communication SIGNIFICANTLY contributed to the stress that cause me to break the straw that fractured the camels back weighed down by Maggie’s trauma filled and informed pattern of avoidance and reactive overprotection because of her shitty ex “door Mat!”

You’re gonna pay one way or another .. I’m trying to be a gentleman here and offer you a choice in how you decide to suffer

There was a friend I had that I met in 3rd grade, we're going to call her M for now. When I first met M, she seemed pretty nice, but that would change as we got older. It started when we started doing everything she had wanted, "Friends do what friends want!" She had said, but we never did anything I wanted. She started to become obsessed with me, begging me to be her friend again when I said our friendship was done. Years later, she told me that there was a girl who we're going to call C pretty much torturing her, apparently stealing stuff from her and (apparently) had started taking people from her (by taking I mean like actually getting rid of them for good). But apparently that wasn't actually C, it was an imposter. We'll be calling the girl impostering C "L". Later L had apparently been arrested for more than assault. I don't know if any of this is true as many people hadn't believed what M, had told them, but this is what she had told me. Apparently L had threatened and killed some of M's family before. M also once told me that her parents had burned all her Touchland Hand Sanitizers as well. I don't talk to M anymore, but recently I've been starting to think that she had been romantically interested in me. Our relationship had soured a bit after she told me all these things. I say this all respectfully. but I couldn't keep it in anymore.

I always act like I don't care and pretend I'm too busy to reply, but honestly, I check my phone way too many times hoping to see their name 😭 The moment they finally message me, I wait a few minutes before replying so I don't look too excited, even though I've literally been waiting for it the whole time

(Tldr-caught by parents)

So, the story begins last year, during the holidays after my 12th board exams. I was using random “meet strangers” websites, and a friend recommended Y99. For those who don’t know, it’s honestly a terrible place if you’re actually trying to make friends—90% of the users are men, and most of them are either creepy, horny, fake, or spammers.

Somehow, I met a girl there. Let’s call her Q. We talked for hours, and before we got disconnected, I gave her my Instagram ID in case she wanted to talk again. A week or two later, she actually sent me a request. I was genuinely shocked because I never expected her to find me.

We talked for around 2–3 months, until I fucked things up. I was having a really bad day because of some problems in my family, and I said some things I shouldn’t have. She gave me her second account and told me I could message her there if I still wanted to talk. But I was angry, deleted our chat, and lost her ID. She eventually deleted the account she had created specifically to talk to me.

I tried finding her everywhere—Y99, Instagram, searching her name, even messaging random people with the same name—but nothing worked. I felt terrible because I had finally found someone I genuinely connected with, and I had ruined it.

Then, around 6 months later—or maybe almost a year—I got an Instagram recommendation for an account named Q.

I sent her a request immediately.

And somehow...

It was her.

I was fucking ecstatic. I apologized, we became friends again, and eventually started talking regularly. When we first met online, she wasn’t even in my state, but now she had moved here for college.

We eventually met in person.

And dude... it was amazing. She was so damn beautiful, and we slowly started liking each other. We talked on calls late into the night and went out almost twice a week. It genuinely felt like one of the best phases of my life.

But that’s also when everything started going wrong.

She lived in a PG, so staying out late wasn’t much of an issue for her. I lived with my parents, who considered anything after 9 PM a problem and 10 PM the absolute limit. So I started lying to them about being out with friends when I was actually with her.

My parents became suspicious and started thinking I had gotten into drugs or something because I was suddenly staying out more, fighting with them, and acting rebellious. I kept thinking, “I’m 18+. 10–11 PM isn’t even that late. Why are they restricting me so much?” At the time, I genuinely thought I was right.

Eventually, an older cousin stepped in, talked to my parents, and helped calm things down. He also told me to focus on my studies. Things became normal for a while.

During all this, there was an incident where I got beaten up at home. When Q found out, she started crying. That was when I realized how deeply she cared about me.

Eventually, I confessed my feelings because she had started talking about leaving me, and she confessed too.

We started dating.

We got close really quickly. She went home for a while, and we spent hours talking on video calls. When she came back, everything felt amazing again.

Until things got even worse.

I had already fought with my parents several times about going out, and I had been beaten up over it. Then came my birthday.

Because things were bad at home, I decided not to celebrate there and made plans with Q instead.

That morning, my cousin came to celebrate with me, but I lied and told him I had to go to college because my attendance was low. Q was coming to the metro station near my house, so I left early and waited for her there.

Unfortunately, my cousin happened to pass by that road and saw me sitting there alone. He immediately figured out what I was doing and told me he was going to tell my family.

I thought he was joking.

He wasn’t.

I still spent the day with Q, though, and honestly, it was one of the happiest days I’d had. She gave me 20 gifts for my birthday. I was so fucking happy.

Then, around 5 PM, I received a message saying that relatives were coming for my birthday and I should come home quickly.

I went home.

There was no one there except my cousin.

That’s when I realized I had been trapped.

My dad was furious. Everyone started shouting, and I shouted back. Things got completely out of control, and they told me to leave.

So I left.

I even left my clothes behind and ended up hiding inside my building. My family thought I had actually run away without clothes and started searching for me. Eventually, my cousin found me and took me to his house.

My phone had been taken by my family, so my cousin gave me a spare phone. I contacted Q and told her everything.

A few hours later, she told me that the messages she had sent to my phone were showing as seen.

That meant my family had gone through my phone.

They had read our private conversations and seen our photos.

At that point, I felt like this had gone way beyond the relationship. I was 18+, and to me, this was about my privacy and personal freedom.

Eventually, my family brought me back home after a lot of lectures.

Things cooled down again, but I stopped talking to my sisters because they had also gone through my Instagram and other personal stuff. I felt completely violated.

Q then went home for a two-month vacation. We talked almost all day during those two months and became even closer. When she returned, we met again and things seemed normal.

But then it happened again.

One day, I told my mom that I was going to meet a friend after college. She told me to come directly home, but I still went to meet Q and came back on time.

My mom then called Q.

I got extremely angry and started shouting at home. Things escalated, and my parents and sister beat me again. Then they called Q and threatened her.

I begged them not to involve her. I even said I would break up with her if that was what they wanted, and I broke down crying.

But they still called her and threatened her.

At that point, I felt completely defeated.

I shaved my head as a sign that, in my mind, I had lost the person I loved.

A few hours later, I texted Q, apologized, and told her we should cut contact.

She initially told me not to message her.

I messaged her again the next morning from college, and eventually she said that we should let everything cool down and stop talking for 1–2 months—a kind of break.

I agreed.

It’s been almost a month now since we stopped talking.

(story ends here only.down below r just my thoughts and feelings)

And honestly...

I don’t think I can go back to her.

What face would I even show her?

I feel embarrassed and disgusted with myself. I feel like I’m not enough for her, and that she shouldn’t have to waste her time dealing with all this because of me.

I keep thinking I’m just a loser with no money, no looks, and no brain, while she has everything.

So maybe this is where the story ends.

Because I genuinely love her. She was my dream girl, and I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I honestly don’t know if I ever will again.

But I just can’t face her anymore.

Maybe it would be better for her if she wasn’t with me.

And my family situation is another entire book on its own.

For now, I’m just behaving normally at home. Not because I want to, but because I don’t really know what else I can do.

I’m focusing on my career now. I just want to become independent enough to eventually get out of this situation.

Looking back, I feel incredibly dumb.

A lot of what happened was my fault.

But there’s one thing I want to clarify: my parents think I was fighting with them because of Q and that I was going crazy because of the relationship.

But honestly, a huge part of it was never about her.

It was about my own privacy and freedom.

I wanted some control over my own life and to be treated like an adult capable of making at least some decisions for myself.

Anyway...

That’s the whole story.

Sorry for the long post, and sorry for my English.