#don't call me on snapchat i will tell you the stories my mother told me as a child

[cowardlycowboys]

MacKenzie didn't know what uterine prolapse was

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not believing my friends new boyfriends "backstory"

I 20(F) am very close friends with a girl (20F) who we will call Alex. Alex recently got out of a really bad relationship with someone our age, and jumped very quickly into a new relationship with a man 14 years older than her, who we will call Ben. Alex and Ben are in the same community college class, and have known each other for 2 years as friends.

I have never actually met Ben. I am at a college several hours away and Alex is one of those people who like to keep friends she's made in different parts of her life separate from each other, like school friends all know each other but don't mix with collage friends, who don't mix with work friends etc. She says it's an autism thing but idk. She doesn't do this this romantic partners tho, she introduces them to all her friends and she's keen for me and Ben to meet now.

Recently, Alex has been telling me more about Ben, all the normal relationship stuff you'll tell your friends. He seems to be a lot better than her previous partner, but the bar is in hell, so it's not difficult to be a better partner (or person) than the previous guy. But idk a lot of the stories about his life she's told sound very far fetched? Like not impossible but more likely to happen in a soap opera than real life, you know?

The story that pushed me over the edge into complete scepticism was that apparently Ben had been online dating someone for several years who died unexpectedly, and their mother took over their computer after their death and pretended to be them for over a year until the mother died and lawyers involved in her will contacted Ben, and the mothers plot was revealed.

Now... that might not be impossible, but I'm smelling bullshit. When i have online dated before, we've spoken on voice chats, and on facetime, via Snapchats etc - did none of that happen for over a year? No new photos in over a year? Was this mother faking to all their mutual friends - some of which were IRL apparently- too or were they all in on it? Also, who is this mother who can perfectly copy her child's texting style, so much so that their long term partner didn't see a change? I know my mother and I text very differently, and the evil mother in this story was have been in her late 50s at the time, so I highly doubt that she and her mid-twenties child just so happened to text exactly the same way. Alex says Ben is rly into memes and meme culture too, and I really really doubt that a late 50s mother - grieving mother no less - is just going to instantly understand meme culture to the point where he wouldn't notice that his "partner" was behaving differently. Also, a lawyer is not going to an Internet boyfriend first when dealing with wills. They just arent. The whole thing sounds either fake, extremely exaggerated.

Alex did not take it well when I (gently) tried to point out the weird bits in this story. She got very defensive and claimed I was judging Ben just based on his age and looking for something to be upset about, and that I'm disrespecting his trauma by being sceptical. She said that because I've never met him I'm projecting bad vibes towards him based on my own assumptions. Idk maybe she's right and I'm being unkind AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[mostlymalena]

June 14th 2024 6:12pm

Hello friends and fans and family and foe.

This will be an update about Ava so big ole post. I'll try my best to tell this in an entertaining way. I'll write it like I expereinced it.

I met Ava back in 2021 because her roommate and best friend at the time, Becca, had just begun dating Josh. Yes, Josh as in best friends and roommates AND bandmate of Hugh who was my boyfriend at the time. When I find out Hugh cheated on me I get told that him and Ava are snapchatting a lot and Ava tells me that Hugh wants her and wants to hookup but she rejected him bc she is on my side. Anyways when I was going through the court stuff with Hugh because I posted about what he put me through and he said "hey not fair!", she took their side (this comes back around later I promise) and posted about me on her social media calling me a liar and saying I was never abused blah blah. Good for her for being loyal.

Fast forward to 2023, she see's me at blue post bc of course you would and comes up to me and profusely apologizes for taking their side and that she believed me this whole time and I tell her its chill no big deal and she then post me on her story which ruffles some feathers but I don't really care bc when do I ever.

Anyways, she is dating this girl Paige at the time (still 2023) and Paige's father get's really really sick. When he is close to passing away Ava's father very suddenly dies and it's very very shocking for her and her family. So of course Ava is destroyed and a lot of her friends rally to support her. Now I'm not sure when but close to when her dad died Paige cheats on Ava so we all once again rally for Ava and it's fuck Paige. Paige's father dies during this as well. Lot's of emotions.

During this time me and Ava are getting closer - I bond with her over losing a parent as I have lost my mother. Also to note I never fully attach to Ava bc she is well, she was just always in some kind of tizzy with someone and it seems to never be her fault. I mean something was ALWAYS happening to her.

Near thanksgiving time she tells me and everyone that her mother has committed suicide. Now this is when her and I really bond because I lost Emma 6 months prior to just that and I also lost my mother. So! Her and I grow closer and start hanging out outside of just seeing each other at the bars. No one had any reason to not believe her bc who tf would lie about that!! She also reached out for support several times over her father passing. During thanksgiving she even went home and posted pics of her mom's house and captioned it with stuff like "it looks the exact same since she left". She also got support about the struggle of having to clean her parents house out and how she is avoiding it bc its too hard.

Fast forward to when Grace and I start talking again. Grace and Ava had already been friends before G and I reconnected and Ava had made it clear in more than one way that she was interested in more than friends with Grace. Obvi this was brought up when G and I reconnected but Ava had made SURE to make it clear with me that she knows me and G are together and she would never pursue. Grace also sent Ava a very brute and CLEAR text which I READ MYSELF that she ONLY sees ava as a friend and there will never be anything more than friendship between them. Ava was asking Grace to hang out so much that Grace got a weird feeling and didnt wanna lead ava one or make things unclear. Ava also says that Paige is always hitting her up and showing up to her house and it's just played off as ex girlfriend drama. Wait I have a screenshot I know it

Around this time Ava is also served with a FUCKING RESTRAINING ORDER from Paige. And makes a complete joke about it. Won't show anyone the papers. Now IVE BEEN THROUGH THIS!!! So I fucking tell her what to do, like go to court and provide evidence that you are not stalking her. She does not go to court. So if you don't show up to defend yourself.. the restraining order is automatically granted. Ava "not knowing this" texts Paige on the year anniversary of her father's death and Paige calls the cops on Ava for breaking the restraining order. Ava is ARRESTED and goes to JAIL. She calls Reese (her best friend) to bail her out and Reese gets a bondsman and pays for Ava to get out. We feel bad bc Ava is like "I don't have parents to bail me out"," I don't have parents to teach me how to be an adult". so like duh she is right.

Now court is set for a couple weeks later because Ava has to see if she is going to go to actual jail for a couple months for breaking the restringing order. She hires a lawyer and me, Reese, grace, and a couple other friends go to the court room with her to support her. This happens the DAY AFTER I GET HOME FROM A TEN DAY TRIP IN ITALY. Reminder Grace and I broke up for a solid 5 days before a couple days into my Italy trip. Well Ava helped her fucking self to try and get with Grace while I was in Italy (grace rejected her) but was texting me she missed me while I was gone and was hoping I had a good trip yada yada. So already my hackles were fucking raised. I mean all the while I had a sense that Ava wanted to fuck Grace which I have expressed to Grace before lmao.

Back to all of us sitting in court:

Paige signs a paper from Ava's lawyer dismissing the call and whatever so Ava does not have to go to jail. We all celebrate and Grace post something about Ava on her story. Some girl who is Paige's friend slides up and says "If you knew the whole story you would not be supporting Ava. Ask her about her dead mom".

Now Grace and I don't know what to do with that info but we kinda decide to keep Ava at arm's length for now. She also was just always chaotic and being crazy and what not. She gets fired for picking fights with some girl at her work two days after the court win and I tell her maybe me her and Reese should sit down and make a plan for her life to get her back on track. All she does is smoke weed and get fucked up on the weekends. May 26th 2024 I realize I have not heard from her since the night before. I check her local and it's off and call and text her. No answer. I start freaking out. THEN. I get this TEXT. From a number I dont know and it's green.

So I freak the fuck out. I call Reese and we decide to go to her apartment. The door is unlocked and she isnt home but her cat is. We call the local hospitals admission offices and check if she has been admitted. Nothing.

Ava finally calls Reese and tells us she had bad thoughts and checked herself into the hospital the night before. We are all relieved but also upset she didnt text anyone at all. We tell her about the random number and she loses it and gets so upset. Telling me she is so sorry. Here are some text from that convo:

This random number starts texting Gracie and Ava's other friends terrible things like I wish she had died and shit like that. So we are all reeling from that and worried and shit. Ava and Jo graduate college so we go downtown and celebrate. Ava wears her cap and gown and seems happy.

Fast forward to June 2nd 2024. I get a call from Reese 1 hour before I'm set to pick up Ava for a Pride event at Hi-Wire.

Reese tells me a couple days prior they went to Brunch (her and Ava) to a spot where Ava wanted to go bc she knew a waitress there. Well they eat and another waitress recognizes Ava bc they know or are friends with Paige and tells Ava's waitress that Ava lied about her mom killing herself. From what I remember this waitress straight up asked Ava why people are saying she lied about it and Ava blames it on Paige trying to cause drama and shit.

Well Reese being the smartest bitch on the planet looks into it. Cannot find an obituary for Ava's mom OR dad. What does she find: HER MOTHERS INSTAGRAM. Which has a RECENT POST. AS IN 3 DAYS RECENT. Her mother is very much alive and well and paints and sells antiques. Reese and I lose it. Ethan is with me when I get all this info and me and Ethan look into it bc Reese and now I don't believe her father is dead either. Time is up, so I pick up Ava and pretend all is well and we go to Pride. Ava tells me Reese is mad at her and she thinks it's bc of some drama at her old job blah blah. I keep quiet bc I know lmao.

That night I tell the jester's chat (all my friends) and Adam being a sleuth. FINDS AVA'S DAD. Ava's dad who is also alive and well is using his retirement to be the CEO of a non-profit that builds homes for unhoused people and gets them back on their feet. So I tell Reese all this and Reese and I decide that I'm going to call and confront Ava about it all. So I do. Ava does not answer and her local is off and she wont answer texts for a long time. I get nervous she offed herself again so I do a wellness check on her. She texts me after the cops leave her house and I told her we need to talk ASAP. She calls me. And I record the convo. You can listen below just wait about 20 seconds after you click play and you will hear me say hello.

Anyways. She admits her mother is alive but insist her father is dead. bc of this I decide to post publicly and here is why:

I know Ava very well and she manipulates situations and so I wanted to get ahead of this before she tried to tell people I was a liar and crazy

Ava lied to SO MANY PEOPLE SO MANY. I feel like lies to this degree that led to people giving her money, opening up about their trauma, giving her breaks, need to be exposed.

I have no idea how she would react to this so really I just wanted to make sure Reese and I's story was accurately portrayed which is why this blog post is needed for my sanity.

I posted it on my story and got a slew of DM's of course. I answered everyone's questions and sent my evidence to those who asked.

Reese and I don't want Ava to kill herself bc she goes ghost so I call Ava's mother whose phone number is attached to her insta and record that convo as well. I just tell her mother what has happened and that Ava will need a lot of support right now. She tells me her father is alive and they are still happily married. Ava's mother told me that Claire and Paige called her the day before and that it was not a good convo but thats all the details I got from that bc it was not my place to ask.

After posting I got a call from a girl, who legit 3 years ago copied my heart sleeve as a half sleeve and I told her that wasnt chill and that was legit it. I have not thought of her since then and never spoke about her lmao. Well she has been wanting to reach out to me and apologize for how she handled the situation and ava told her not to reach out to me.

I called her back and she told me more details and also told me about how she told her that she is just my friend bc of my "social status" in wilmy whatever the fuck that means and that she never believed me about the Freedrink/Hugh stuff. AND GET THIS LMAO. Also told me that Ava is OBSESSED WITH MY GIRLFRIEND and was constantly telling her that Grace always asks to hangout and that grace is obsseseedd with her and that Ava is just waiting for us to break up so Ava gets her chance and would constantly talk about me and Paige whenever they hung out. Me and this girl are super chill now.

I called and told Reese this and Reese confirmed that Ava also told her she never believed my Freedrinks stuff and that Ava was constantly talking about Grace and wanting her. Claiming all these people including my fucking girlfriend are obsessed with her (her as in Ava)

I got a bout 104723502358 dms about all the same stuff. Paige figured out Ava was lying and thats why she got a restraining order and so I do want to publicly apologize for being on the wrong side of the court room. That was fucked up and I was wrong. 

Ava's mother also told me that AVA DID NOT GRADUATE COLLEGE LMAO. That she has to take summer classes and maybe some more next semester. SO SHE FAKED GRADUATING COLLEGE.

Ava reactivated her insta recently, blocked me instantly, didnt block MY GIRLFRIEND and posted on her close friends that she added Grace to and said "wilmy is full of lying bitches". So now here it is all laid out. 

The End. 

[sillyrabbit81]

Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: swearing, mild smuttiness

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

Part 9 Part 11

Part 10

We eventually got up. We showered and dressed. I fed Perrin, and we ate breakfast. I asked Liam what his plans were for the day.

"Not much. I thought I would stay with you until you kick me out." He winked. "What are your plans?"

"Well, I have to kick this guy out..." I said with mock agitation. Liam feigned a look of hurt. "Not much until tonight. I'm going to Dave's house for dinner. I'll see my nephews and niece, which will be good. My Mum too, I suppose."

"Dave's your brother, right?" I nodded. "You haven't told me much about your mother. I think this is the first time you've mentioned her."

"We don't always get along. Mum's mellowed as she's gotten older, but she was a bit of a tyrant when I was growing up. She didn't like Andy. Well, she didn't like any of my boyfriends. She always judged them based on their jobs like she wanted me to end up with a doctor or lawyer or something like that. It's like she thought she'd wasted her money sending me to a private school because I found myself attracted to tradies."

"What's a tradie?

"A tradesman."

"Gotcha."

I laughed at a memory. "I used to tell my friends that if a guys hands weren't calloused enough to cause a run in my stockings, then he has no business touching my legs."

Liam burst out laughing. "Are you serious?"

"What can I say? I like a man who is good with his hands." I shrugged before continuing, "anyway, that's one reason why my mum and I didn't get along."

"What about your Dad?"

"He passed away three years ago."

"I'm sorry."

I didn't say anything for a while. I played with the crusts of my toast, breaking it into little crumbs. I think Liam sensed my mood and changed the subject. "You went to a private school?"

"Yeah," I said. "An all-girls, Catholic one at that."

"Well, that explains a lot." Liam quipped, his tone very serious, but his twitchy lip gave him away.

I narrowed my eyes and frowned. "I hate you."

Liam ignored me and cupped my face with his hands. "Kiss me." He ordered. And I did.

We spent most of the morning sitting together and talking. We spoke about the books we were reading. We found that we had similar taste in books when we talked before we met. Liam had recommended a book to me, and I had finished it a few days ago. I showed him my bookshelves, and we compared which ones we had read. He asked to borrow a couple.

Later we just sat on the lounge. We talked, held hands, cuddled, kissed, had coffee, and then some tea. We took turns patting Perrin, who had taken to Liam really well.

It got close to lunchtime, and it seemed like we were both trying to work out a way to avoid the inevitable parting. Neither of us had brought it up since breakfast. Eventually, Liam asked, "when can I see you again?"

Liam was sitting up, and I was laying on my back with my head in his lap. Liam was stroking my hair, sometimes taking a curl and twisting it around his finger. I smiled when I saw him do that since I had done the same to him earlier.

"As soon as possible," I replied. "I'm going to miss your pretty face." I reached up and patted his cheek patronisingly.

He gave me a small smile but didn't say anything. Then his god damned lip twitched.

"What are you thinking?" I asked. "I can tell when your lip twitches that you're thinking something naughty or you know something I don't know."

"My mother tells me the same thing." His lips stretched into a full grin, revealing his Hollywood white teeth.

"Well, I'm not your bloody mother, so tell me."

"I was just thinking about all the parts of you that I'm going to miss."

"You're very cheeky."

"Unfortunately for you, my mother tells me that too."

"You're a fuck knuckle," I said, smirking. "I'll bet your mother doesn't tell you that."

Liam's eyes went wide. "Bloody hell, Sweetheart. Anyone would think you didn't like me." He was smiling though.

"It's because I like you that I insult you. I'm very polite to people I don't like." I said, putting a sickly sweet smile on my face and batted my eyelashes at him.

"You're lucky you're cute." Liam leaned down and kissed me. "You haven't answered my question. When can I see you again?"

"Well, we both work all week. I guess that means we will have to wait until Friday night."

"Do you want to come to my place on Friday after work? Spend the weekend with me?"

"Ok. I'll ask Dave when I see him tonight if he will have Perrin for me. But it shouldn't be an issue."

Liam's face was unreadable for a moment. Then he smiled and kissed my forehead. "I'm already looking forward to it." He sat back and said, "well, I suppose I had better call an Uber."

I sat up and waited for Liam to book his ride. When he had finished, I said, "Call me tomorrow night. After work?"

Liam nodded. He scooped me up and sat me on his lap. "Don't worry, Sweetheart. You won't get rid of me easily." He smiled and caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers. "Now, kiss me."

I threw my hands around his neck and kissed him hard.

Liam kissed me back, his arms wrapped around my waist, and he crushed my body into his. Our kisses became ardent, and I squirmed on his lap. I didn't want to let him go. Not ever.

I wanted him again now, and I cursed myself for letting him call for an Uber. I felt like he was part of my life like I had already given let him into my heart when I let him in this house. This sacred place. Mine and Andy's place. It seemed as though he had just blended into my life and any thoughts of the future now included him.

But I also knew enough to hold back, to remember I didn't really know him. The weekend wasn't real life. It was an illusion. It wasn't the daily grind of work, come home, sleep, do it all again. To make it worse, Liam's life wasn't normal. Would I adjust? Could I adjust? Did I even want to try?

I knew I did want to try, at least. Liam seemed worth it. Worth the risk of another broken heart, another love snatched from my grasp. If I didn't try with Liam, then who would I try with? And if I never tried, then love would be gone from my life forever.

Liam pulled away. "I had better go now, or I think I'll never leave." We got up just as his phone alerted him the driver was less than a minute away. He grabbed his bag, and I walked him to the door, and he followed behind me up the hallway.

We got to the door, and before I could open it, he turned me around and pinned me to it with his whole body. His forehead pushed against mine. He kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He ground his body against me. "Lana," he breathed. "Lana, I..." He stopped talking, kissed me again softly then pulled away.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want Liam to stop. "I'll call you tonight," I said despite our plans to call tomorrow night. I knew I wouldn't be able to wait until then. I opened the door for him.

As he walked out the door, Liam put his hand on the back of my head. He brought me to his face, and he kissed the top of my head. "As you wish." He winked and pulled the door closed behind him.

The rest of my day felt lonely. I moped around for a bit. I threw Perrin the ball for a while. He was too old these days for more than a few runs, but he still loved it. I did some washing, cleaned my bathroom and put my Ben and Jerry's tub in the bin. I painted my nails.

When the afternoon wound down, I called Riza.

"Hey, Slut!" She said when she picked up.

"Piss off," I said back.

"Well, don't keep me in suspense. What the fuck happened?"

"I don't even know where to begin."

"Well, did you fuck him?" I shook my head. If Liam thought I was direct, he should talk to Riza. I didn't say anything. She knew me well enough to know what the answer was by my silence. "'Bout fucking time." She said, and I laughed. "So tell me about him. What's his name? What does he do for work? Where does he live? Boxers or briefs?"

"Uh, his name is Liam. Liam Cross."

"Like the actor? Man, that's weird. I knew a girl once whose name was Indiana Jones. I couldn't do it cause I kept thinking about Harrison Ford."

"No, Riz. Not like the actor, he is the actor."

Stunned silence. Then, "you're shitting me."

"Serious as a heart attack."

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I didn't know who he was," I told Riza about the Will/Liam thing.

"You're really not joking. Send me a pic."

"I didn't take any."

I swear I could hear Riza roll her eyes. "Of course, you didn't. You never do!" Then she shouted, "Hey Jen! Lana..."

"Riza! No, no, no!" I shouted.

"Fucked Liam Cross," she finished.

I hung my head. Fuck. I could trust Riza, but Jen, I wasn't sure of. She spent all day on Instagram and Snapchat. I didn't know if she could keep quiet.

"You there, Lansey?" I heard Jen talking in the background. "Hang on a sec, what's that, babe?" More Jen talking. "Oh shit, you looked good on Friday night Lans, no wonder you got fucked."

"How do you know what I wore Friday night?"

"Jen found pics."

"That quickly?"

"Yeah, they're everywhere. Some of you guys at a shop too. Hey, that's the shop near Mike the Butcher, right?"

This was news to me. I knew they took pictures, but I didn't think they were posted. I should have though. Why wouldn't they be? "Fuck."

"Did you just meet him? On Friday?"

"Yeah, why?"

"There's this one picture of you two, and he's touching your cheek. You two look like you're in love," she teased, making love sound like llllooooouuuuv. "Ha! There's Perrin!"

"Is my name mentioned? Do they know who I am?"

"Doesn't look like it. You two look perfect together."

"Tell Jen not to say anything. Please?"

"Yeah, yeah, no worries."

She kept talking, but I'd had enough. "I've gotta get going," I said.

"Lans, you ok?" She knows me too bloody well.

"Yeah," I bit my lip and took some deep breaths. "It's a lot to take in, you know. He's bloody famous, it's like, I don't want that shit in my life."

"Is he worth it?"

"I think so. I mean, he's a sweet, kinda daggy guy who happens to be built like Hercules and sexy as fuck. What's not to like?"

"I always thought he was gay."

Before I could stop myself, I said, "He's definitely not gay. I'd never believe a gay guy could growl a girl out like he does." I've got to learn to keep my mouth shut.

Riza yelled, "yas girl! You got a keeper!"

I laughed. "Fucking hell. Alright, Riz, I've really got to go. Say hi to Jen. Don't say anything!" Riz agreed, and we hung up.

Dinner at Dave and Lucy's was mostly uneventful. I jumped with the kids on the trampoline and played some wrestling on the PlayStation. My mum wasn't too much of a bitch. I forgot about the pictures and didn't think about Liam for a while. I needed that. I felt like the weekend was such a whirlwind and so much happened I needed some time to get back to normality, something familiar.

After dinner, Mum went home, and the kids wanted to watch a movie. I got on the lounge with the two older ones, Charlie and Harry and went through Netflix. Lucy had taken Lilly to bed. I saw Liam's face in one of the movies thumbnails, and I groaned. It was the one where he was a superhero. It was nearly ten years old. Though it didn't seem possible, he was even more handsome now. I quickly flicked past it.

"No, Aunty Lanny, I want to watch that one," Harry said.

"Isn't it too scary?"

Dave called out from the kitchen, "it's their new favourite. They've been watching it all week."

"Then we can watch something else," I said.

Both boys protested. I half relented. "Have you seen the sequel?" It had much less screen time for Liam since he had teamed up with a couple of other superheroes in that one.

"There's a sequel?" Charlie was excited.

So we watched the sequel. I'd seen it before, but it was weird watching it now. I actually enjoyed it more than I thought I would. Although it was obvious that Liam was the actor, it was surprisingly easy to forget him and believe he was really the character.

He looked different to the Liam I knew. His hair was lighter, he was clean-shaven, and even the way he held his face was different. The way he moved and mannerisms weren't Liam's either. His voice was different too. The most apparent change there was the accent. Those harsh American tones seemed so strange after hearing his soft Queens English ones. Although, scenes with his shirt off still made me think of Liam.

After the movie I said goodbye to the kids, and they went to bed. I asked Dave if he would watch Perrin next weekend. I tried to sound casual about it, but Dave knew me better than that.

"Girls weekend?" He asked. I tried to say yeah, but I blushed, and he knew it wasn't a girls weekend.

Dave was eight years older than me, the same as Liam. I adored Dave. I remember following him around as a kid, wanting to do everything he did. As we got older, I watched the same movies he did, read the same books he did and listened to the same music, which is probably why I prefer 90s music to 2000s music.

He was sweet about it for the most part. He even got me alcohol a few times when I was 17 and took me to the pub with his mates when I was 18. He was protective though. Not one of his mates was allowed to touch me. It had made me mad at the time, especially when I had the hots for his best mate Chris since I was 12. So when he worked out that I was probably going to be spending the weekend with a guy, I expected him to freak out. He didn't.

"Is he a good bloke?" Dave asked. "Treating you well?"

"Yeah, he is." I couldn't help but smile.

Dave grunted, "I can tell by the look on your face, you are smitten. Alright then, Perrin can stay."

"Thanks, Dave. Don't tell mum."

"Yeah, Nah. I'm not stupid."

I went home and got ready for bed straight away. I was mentally exhausted, but I still called Liam. Not only because I said I would. I did miss him in my bed already. I felt lonely again. Of all the things about being married I missed, sleeping with somebody else in the bed was high on the list.

When I went to call, I was confused for a minute because I couldn't find his number. Then I remembered he was in my contacts as Will. I changed the name and called him. I hoped I wasn't calling too late.

"Hello, Sweetheart." Liam's voice sent a ripple of excitement through me.

"Hey," I said. "How was the rest of your day?"

"Good. Do you want to FaceTime?"

"I'm in bed."

"Me too." He said, and I heard the ring of FaceTime come through the phone.

I answered. Liam's face appeared. So did his naked shoulders. Sweet Jesus, he couldn't fit in the frame.

"Much better," he said, smiling. "How was your day?"

"Ok, I just hung around at home then saw the fam. Dave said he would have Perrin next weekend," I got flustered thinking about it. I cleared my throat. "So yeah, that's sorted."

"Excellent. I'm really looking forward to it. How was the family? Was your mum ok?"

"Yeah, she was good. The kids are fans of yours, by the way."

He gave a short laugh at this. "Really? Did you tell your family about me?"

I said I didn't and told him about the kids and the movie. "They loved it. I liked it too." I told him about how it was strange to watch him act after actually knowing him, and for a lot of the time, I had forgotten it was him. I just believed the character and enjoyed the story.

"Thank you." Liam seemed genuinely pleased. "That is the aim of what I do."

"I did tell Riza about you. Her wife, Jen, found pictures of us almost immediately."

"Did you see the ones from yesterday?"

"She told me about them, but I've not seen them."

"You ok?"

I shrugged, "it is what it is. I asked them not to say anything about us."

Liam changed the subject and showed me he had started one of the books he had borrowed. Once again, I was grateful that he seemed to know my mood and not push me.

We talked for about ten minutes before I started yawning.

"I better let you go. You're tired, Sweetheart."

"Yeah," I said as a yawn overtook me. "I think you're right." I blinked several times, my eyes watering from the yawns. "Call me tomorrow night?"

"I definitely will. Goodnight, Sweetheart."

"Night, Liam." I fell straight asleep.

Part 11

[prorevenge]

Don't display your info and think you can bully

I have a really good one here. Before I begin I should inform you that for whatever reason our school has something the students like to call a stalker book. Containing the names addresses and phone numbers of the parents of the child.

B=Bully BM= Bully's mom D= My dad Me = Me

This story all begins at the beginning of 8th grade we had just been told where to sit because the teacher was strict so no free seating. I was sat next to a kid named B who was a total ass. I was a grade ahead because iamverysmart so naturally, I was smaller and weaker than all the other boys. B would shove books off my desk hit me and shove in the hallways and just be a total ass in general.

In the middle of the year, I decided I had enough of him. Now, this was a mainly black middle school so I could not go to the principle and tell because that would be the end of it so I did the socially acceptable thing and fought him. I fought him and it was broken up before I could get a good shot in but I took a tooth and he gave me a solid shiner. We were called to the office and since he had to catch a bus we were told to come in first thing in the morning. I came in and he did the same with his mom trailing behind him. We explained the situation and in the middle of me explaining all the taunting that had led to this his mom cut me off dismissing all that I said as lies. B chimed n saying that I had made fun of his parents' divorce and his stepdad

This took me by surprise and B and BM gave a twin smirk as I was suspended. I had to walk home crying as y mom was at work. My only solace was that she wasn't mad and to top it all off I had got a snapchat posted by none other than B that showed a picture of me crying saying " What a bitch"

That was the straw that broke the camels back. Now I was mad, no I was furious and my suspension was focused on destroying him and his mother's life because my mind put her at fault for just dismissing months of torment. After a day I had come up with a perfect plan.

Using the school's stalker book I found her name and address and went to work. A quick google search of her name brought me to her facebook and I downloaded some photos. I made a tinder account listed her as only looking for hookups and invited some guys over when I knew step hubby would be home. Keep in mind that B really loved this man and he was sending him to this prestigious school and they were a picturesque family.

Around a week after my plan, B moved and rumors started circulating around saying his stepdad divorced his mom and went to jail as it turned out he had a warrant for his arrest for not paying child support. I got rid of a bully put a felon in jail and ruined a woman's life

(source) story by (/u/robot14562)

[lie-to-me22]

Yeah, well I also have a story and man the whole "my house, my rules" mindset does a lot a damage. I have a phone that's actually my own and guess what, for a long time I had to give my mother my phone every day and let her look through everything which was so difficult and caused anxiety even though I had nothing to hide! Still she didn't trust me, then I got an app called 'Amino' which I loved so much and it was tons of fun. My mom decided in the middle of no where that she was gonna check my phone and she made me hand it to her. I was scared of she would say if she saw it and she did. She saw people message me and she saw my art and all of my aminos and she was pissed! Pissed at me because I had a form of social media. So she took my phone away and made me delete the app.

Then, when I eventually got it back I went on another website to read books called Wattpad because I didn't care anymore, I got the app and talked to people there and I hid the app extremely good and even took off the notifications so she wouldn't accidentally see. Then I made some friends there and we started a group chat on Snapchat and they were so sweet! But it was all fun and games until one day I decided to show here a picture of something, but she took advantage of that and took the phone to look through and she found the group chat and she got even more mad at me, and it hurt. The people on the group chat were the only people really there for me at the time, online friends or not they were some of the best people if ever talked to.

Lastly, not too long ago I watched a video on how to come out to people, because I wanted to tell my friends not her! And she wanted to use my phone to "take a picture" I told her "hold on" and she snatched my phone saying "what are you hiding??" and saw the video title and she figured it out and I felt absolutely awful about myself for not being careful enough. I cried and she looked confused and looked as if she did nothing and she told me how I should have told her earlier, but I didn't want to because I don't trust her. To this day, I'm very careful about what I do on my phone. I even use incognito for EVERY search I make even if it is ridiculous. It sucks and they are why I have trust issues.

So my dad took away my laptop because I wouldn’t give him the password. I wasn’t even allowed to type it in, he demanded to know the password to my personal computer because he thinks I’m “ doing things I’m not supposed to do. ” My sister is not, and never has been, held to the same standard when it came to passwords on her own phone etc. But my parents always suspect me of being “up to something” and will randomly ask to use my computer/ know the password, and when I say no, they get mad at me. In the past, they have taken away my devices and looked through them, which cased me a lot of anxiety and is part of the reason I don’t like it when people use my computer or go through the camera roll on my phone. Even as I type this, I’m being asked what I’m doing. If you think parents demanding to know the passwords to their child’s personal devices is a breach of privacy please reblog

[robinthestrange-blog]

Highway Don't Care part 4

This is slightly longer...

The cabinet opened with a creak, revealing its empty shelves. Taylor scrunched an eye brow, trying to search for anything in the corners. She looked below at Olivia and Meredith circling her, their fur brushing against her ankles. They meowed in sync. “Alright, wait.” She said to the cats, walking out of the kitchen, “I’ll get you food, just wait.” She plucked her denim jacket and beanie off the coat hanger and pushed her fingers inside a pocket in the jacket. “Where’s my phone?” She asked herself. Meredith, who had climbed on to the kitchen island meowed with her paws on Taylor’s phone. Taylor walked over to retrieve it.

“Right…no, don't scratch it-yes, thank you.” It was crucial to have her phone with her now or else she would be in a lot of trouble with her mother. ‘Going to Whole Foods.’ Taylor quickly sent a text to her mother, as she walked out of her apartment and got in to her new car. She mouthed ‘whole foods’ at the two body guards who were standing near the car and they nodded. ‘Don't you even dare buy wine.’ Taylor laughed as she read her mother’s text. Taylor had decided on her own that she would stay away from alcohol for a while, she hadn't been given a probation by the authorities but she had been given severe warnings, and the whole lecture that a chief police officer gave her made her feel as though she was the bad kid being told off by the school principal. She didn't want to be the bad kid, she was radical but she was always a goody two shoes at heart. She drove with the warm afternoon breeze fluttering through the rolled down windows. She stopped at a Whole Foods, staring at the building   for a second. From the exit, a young couple walked out, they were the sappy, happy-go-lucky kind of couple, dressed in the same colored outfit. They were the kind of couple, that as you saw them, you would instantly feel envious of their love yet also be happy for the beauty of their love . So easy. So beautiful. “They are like Adam and I used to be.” She said. The words came with sadness. She shook the thought out of her head and instead thought of her hungry cats that waited for her to come home.

Conner, I’m famished too but we’re really close to the hotel.” Adam said as he drove through a familiar street. Everything was familiar to him. Nashville was the most unlikely place for him to feel at home in. “I just want a soda or a beer.” Conner whined “Nashville has the best steaks, you just need to stop at any restaurant.” “We can eat in the hotel for today, lad.” “My insides are eating my outsides, damn I should've just stayed at home And let someone else take the bloody pictures.” “Yeah? Then why did you come?” Adam was loosing patience, he felt like he was taking care of a bratty little brother. He wondered momentarily if this was how his own older sibling felt with him, when they were younger. “Because of the steak!” Connor said throwing his hands up in exasperation “and also because everyone made me to, they feel sorry for you..you lonely workaholic, but mostly, I just want pure Tennessee grilled steak.” “Lonely workaholic?” Adam questioned. “Yeh man, look at you…” Connor said casually “you got money, a big house, nice car but your family lives away from you, you got no girlfriend…I mean, guys your age should be settled down and married or something…” “I’m not a lonely workaholic..” Adam retorted although he felt the sadness crawling within him because he knew that everything Conner said was true. “You sure?” Adam saw the Whole Foods building, on the side of the street. “Since you’re being such a bitch about food..” Adam drove into the parking lot and stopped “I’ll get you a snack.” “Oh thanks, man.” Connor smirked and turned on the car radio, “I’m gonna chill here.” Adam got out of the car and entered the building. He walked through the aisle, breathing in the scent of newly baked bread and lavender air freshener. The scent brought a very precise memory into his mind. The memory of pushing a trolley behind Taylor, who was picking out food items.An old memory. Adam sighed and took a bag of barbecue chips from a shelf, as he did so he heard a familiar voice speaking, in the other aisle. A female, silvery voice, like what stars would sound like if they could speak. Taylor’s voice. He could see her through a gap between the bags of chips in the shelf, she was on the phone. He had expected to run into her, this was where she lived, after all. He had even rehearsed what he would say to her. But in this moment he became unable to speak at all, so instead he listened.

Taylor was on the phone with a very worried Karlie Kloss. “Urgh dude…I’m fine, I’ve been telling everyone that I’m fine.” Taylor said, looking at the shelves of cat food. “It was just a small accident.” “I know that you’re fine.” Karlie said,”I just wonder if you ever were actually fine.” “That doesn't make sense, Klossy.” Taylor said as she read the names of the cat food brands “stop being philosophical on me, I’m the songwriter, not you.” “I’m talking about Martha’s Snapchat story.” Karlie said and Taylor cringed in embarrassment. “Oh god, don't remind me, I regret that more that crashing to the side of the cliff.” Taylor sighed. “All those things you said, Tay, that's evidence to the fact that you are not over Calvin or Adam,whatever you prefer.” Karlie spoke loudly, and even though the phone wasn't on speaker, Taylor was certain that anyone close by could hear Karlie yelling. “Look, I am over him. I really am, I was just drunk.” She lied. Maybe one day she would actually be over him, until then she could just lie. “What even happened with you and him?” Karlie asked “you never talk about it.” “Well, Adam lost interest in me,I guess and I was too stupid to realize that,” Taylor sighed “I just kept being in love with him and I don't know…” Karlie stayed silent. “I just realized one day, that he doesn't really care at all. He was just too nice to tell me to get lost.” Taylor voice shook “I felt like I was a teenager, like I was this stupid, blind and oblivious girl who thought she met the love of her life and all that shit. And I have been that teenager, Karlie but I’m not some heartbroken teenager anymore, I refuse to be that…I left him. He didn't care. I think he was pretty relieved.” “Tay…I really wish we weren't having this conversation on the phone, I wish you were here in New York.” Karlie said “why didn't we talk about this before?” “Because it doesn't matter anymore, Adam Wiles is a nice enough guy but he is cruel and incapable of loving anyone.” Taylor said a bit too loudly “and I really don't want to see him ever again, I’m glad my car went and hit a cliff, I’m glad that I didn't drive myself to his house.” “Don't say that, you could’ve died.” Karlie said “and you two did make a wonderful couple, you had a spark, you know?” “Yeah..” Taylor rolled her eyes “a spark that became a flame that became a fire that burned it all down.” “That sounds like a good line for a song.” “Heh.” Taylor nodded in agreement, smiling “look, I’ll talk to you later. I have to get home to feed my cats. Love you.” She hauled off a bag of cat food and walked over to the register. She stood at the cashier, behind an elderly woman who had a cart full of probably one of every item in the store. She reached in the pocket of her jacket, it was empty, her eyes widened. “Dammit, I forgot my wallet.” She muttered.

“Adam Wiles is a nice enough guy but he is cruel and incapable of loving anyone.” Adam’s chest tightened. He had heard that before, it was the last thing all his previous girlfriends had told him, before they left him. Sophie, Rita and now,Taylor. Somehow, hearing Taylor say that hurt him more. Because he did love her. He loved her since the very first day, he loved her when she left, he loved her when she was gone. And it angered him to hear her say that he didn't love her. He wanted walk up to her and yell at her about all the times he had sacrificed his time and energy on making her feel loved. How dare she say that he didn't love her. Adam took a can of soda from a shelf, muttering under his breathe. He had come to Nashville hoping for a chance to meet her, talk with her, but he no longer wanted to do such things. “I’m playing the show then I’m never coming pack here.” He muttered, “Fuck you, Taylor Alison Swift.” Adam groaned when he saw her at the cashier, the exact cashier that he was about to line up at. She was everywhere. Out of habit, he watched her, she looked skinnier, making the denim jacket she wore look too large. Her right hand was wrapped in stretch bandage, the other held a bag of cat food. He wanted to call her name, just so he could look at her face. But he didn't. He was about to leave the checkout and go to one far away from her- “Dammit I forgot my wallet.” He heard her mutter. “Hi Taylor, cash or card?”The cashier, a teenage girl asked her. “Uh…” Taylor hesitated. Adam sighed. “Cash.” He answered, placing his items next to Taylor’s in the belt of checkout. “Put all the stuff in one bill.” The cashier began to scan the barcodes of the items. Taylor whipped her head back and her eyes widened when she saw him. There was a small red scar on her cheek, a souvenir from her accident, he assumed. That also explained the bandage wrapping her wrist. “Calvin…what-what are you doing here?” She asked. “Work.” He answered, then looked at the cashier and said “could you put the chips and the soda in a different bag? Thanks.” The teenager did so. Taylor was standing in front of him, staring up at him in shock and blocking his way. He reached for the shopping bag with the soda and the chips, his arm brushing against her denim jacket. “Move please.” He said and she scurried out of his way. He walked out of the building without another word.

I combined two chapter cause I really don't want the series to be too long and yeah...well, I start school tomorrow so I might get late with the updates but i'll try to get over with this story soon. thank you for reading.

[mysecondstupidlife]

Someone I like....

I really like this one person I have been best friends with for about a year. The reason I haven't told anyone that I like them is because I'm afraid I'll lose them as my best friend of I say I like them. Also, they have said multiple times to almost everyone that she doesn't want to be in a relationship. I can't tell if that's true or not. Lately, I have felt like I did something wrong because they are sometimes not snapchatting (while they are snapchatting with other people), BUT they do respond about once a day. And I can't tell if they like me or we are just really best friends.... it's probably really best friends.... honestly I don't think or know of anyone we who would like me. Oh yall will love this. So I have a best friend group of people that are really close to each other and so we call each other's parents "father" or "mother " instead of Mr. _____ and Mrs. _____. So one day they (they as in the person I like) ask who is your favorite child? They have 3 other siblings. And me (not being a part of their family) is "father's" favorite child. I know that their (the person I like) parents "love me." And then my mom likes them as well. In fact, I was having dinner with my younger brothers friends (and my mom) and my mom said not even joking "they are adorable and I wouldn't mind if you were with them. In fact, they would be a great choice" and then my brothers friends bullied me about it. Oh, speaking of bullying me about who I like, every single person asked if we were dating or if we liked each other. I hate the bullying, but I do wish we liked each other like our other friends in our friend group. One last thing I should add, I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM. Well, I'm going to go be lonely for life so thanks for reading my depressed love story (kind of).