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Hi! We're about to be new and first time owners of an Aussie, got the news the litter was born this Thursday morning, we're sooooo excited! Can't wait to meet our pup! We're looking at our options for car rides : we've exchanged about road safety and at first we thought they'd have to be in a crate/cage in the trunk, but then we were told it's ok to have them on the back/front seat as long as they're securely attached with a harness and seat belt. The later is what we'd prefer because we'd like to enjoy as much time as we can closer to them, and we think it'd be nice to be able to pet them on our trips and easier to reassure them if need be. Also with the heat waves happening more and more, it's probably a better option as they won't be as hot on the back seats as they'd be in the trunk. Anyway, we're looking for the best option to travel in our car with our dog to be, and we'd like some advice. We've found posts about different options but they're dated from 2 years ago so maybe not up to date, or not adapted to Aussie sized dogs... What we've found so far turned out to be scams, or things that might be ok but once we start looking reviews we're not so sure anymore... The one that might be best so far seems to be from FirmPaw (here's the link : https://firmpaw.com/products/firmpaw%E2%84%A2-car-seat-cover ). It seems sturdy enough, it can be put aside if we have someone on the back seat with them, looks easy to clean... but some reviews have mentioned parts that loosen over time. Does anyone have this? We saw the lifetime warranty but we'd be reassured to read about someone who's needed it and their experience of it. If you have another system in place or tips, we'd love to read about them! Also saw that one which seems to have more reviews : https://apetsplanet.com/products/backseat-extender-for-dogs-black-with-door-covers-2 Then again, the pictures look the same so we don't know which one to trust... Thank you in advance for you help! submitted by /u/LostENFPT to r/AustralianShepherd [link] [comments]

I posted a bit ago about finding good fitting seat covers for my 26 rav4 hybrid. I didn’t want to spend a fortune, but wanted it to look nice and not cover the ev battery filter in the back. https://a.co/d/0fZ2c6g8 I ended up buying these and they look great and fit really nicely! Just wanted to share in case anyone was looking for reasonably priced seat covers that were decent quality. I also put a steering wheel cover to match. These covers didn’t require me to take any seats apart (I did have to take off the bottom felt seat covers on the bottom of the front seats to strap everything in tightly, but this was simple to put back on with the straps underneath to the yellow clips) EDIT: this wasn’t completely for style reasons. I work in HVAC as a chemical engineer and put a lot of dirty stuff in my car. I also have two 90 lb dogs. My seats are light gray. If you don’t like the style that’s fine, they have it in solid colors too. Please don’t be rude I’m just a girlie pop submitted by /u/TravelGirl-ZeldaLove to r/rav4club [link] [comments]

I am NOT OOP. OOP is u/bitchesbebonkers6 Originally posted to r/ComfortLevelPod My roommate is pregnant with my Ex’s Baby Trigger Warnings: possible grooming, incest, racism My Bf and roommate planned a "surprise” that turned out to be baby supplies: February 17, 2026 My sanity feels like it's spiraling and I have finally convinced myself to come to reddit for the first time. Comfort level pod has always been a channel I’ve adored and love listening to ,so I know y'all got the best advice and I'm ready to hear all of it. Okay, so as y'all know, this past weekend was Valentine's Day. For the past month, me (F24) and my roommate Jackie F25 have been arguing and butting heads because we live in a 2 bedroom apartment and she just found out she was pregnant and claims that she doesn't know who the father is. But she basically wants me to either move out or room in the living room until I can afford to move out. We have lived together for 3 years. She's best friends with my stepsister F26 We're not super close, we're not best friends, but we were close enough to move in together, if you get the idea. Okay, so this past Thursday I got home early from work around, and when I walked in I was just settling down, about to make something to eat, when I see my boyfriend walking toward the door like he's about to leave the apartment. And I say Jaden? M25 and I ask what he was doing here since I had just spoken to him and he said he was on his way to work. He works on the opposite side of town, so he would have no reason to be on this side of town unless he was seeing me, because he also lives on the opposite side of town. He quickly stops and goes, Oh hey babe," and tries to hug me. Well, he's my boyfriend, so obviously I hugged him. And I go What are you doing here? And that's when Jackie comes out she says, "Oh my God, we didn't ruin the surprise, did we?" I was completely dumbfounded. And said, "What do you mean?" And she says, Well, Jaden had a pretty big gift that he couldn't hide in his apartment, so he wanted to hide it here for you for V Day. that was fair because Jaden does live in a studio apartment where he has to share a bathroom and has a Husky, and his place is pretty occupied. So it was a good enough story for me to believe. I just laughed and said I couldn't wait to see it and made a joke about how now I have to up my game on gifts this year because usually we do simple stuff. For context, me and my boyfriend have been together for 2 1/2 years. He rushed out saying that he had to get to work. Everything was going by normal. comes Valentine's Day Me and my bf had planned on doing gift exchanges at my apartment and then going out for dinner and then a movie later on. So he comes over and immediately I'm like, "Me first, me first, because I'm always so excited to give him gifts. I give him a pair of Jordans that he had been constantly talking about, and a gaming headset and monitor. He starts talking about how happy he is and Then comes my turn. I get a bag with Pandora on it and I open it. It's a necklace. Now usually I'm not one for material things, but I will mention that later on after all this happened I did look up the necklace, and the total of this necklace was only 25 bucks and that was just for the pendant. He bought his own chain off Amazon, which was 10 bucks. So I smile and I say thank you, and there was just kind of an awkward silence because I was waiting. And he goes, “What? Why are you looking at me like that? And I laughed and said I know you still have that big gift in Jackie's room. I never saw you take it out, and I can still see it in her room. For context, there is a really big Amazon box in her room that was still taped up, never opened, in the corner of her room. So I assumed obviously that was my gift. He laughs and goes, Oh yeah, that they sent me the wrong thing, so I'll have to take it back. I said, What? What were you trying to get? What did they send? He says that he meant to get me a gaming chair, which is completely off topic considering I don't game. I've never been into gaming. What I actually asked for was a vanity or new acrylic paints. He got really weird. So I said What's in the box? because I can tell when he's lying and it just did not add up. He kept saying I don't know. It's supposed to be a gaming chair, but I have a feeling it's not a gaming chair. I got up and walked into Jackie's room, and I ask her, Do you know what's in that box? It was very clear she felt caught off guard and goes, Well, obviously it's your Valentine's Day gift. So I said, "Let's open it. I open it and low and behold, not a gaming chair. It's an Amazon box that had obviously been retaped over and had multiple smaller packages inside. As I'm opening these packages, it's baby clothes, bottles, diapers basically everything and anything that was baby related. hundreds of dollars’ worth of stuff. So I look at my boyfriend, who is now standing in Jackie's doorway, and I'm just like, What is this? What's going on? Why would you go out of your way to give her all this stuff? I'm so confused. Like when I tell you I was stuck, I was stuck. I had no idea what to do. I'm looking around and they're both looking so dumbfounded and guilty. I asked What is going on? And that's when Jaden just decides to go, "This isn't working. I think we need to end this." He grabs the gifts that I gave him and walks out the door. I start walking behind him. He quickly holds the headphones up in the air because I'm 5'2" and he's a little over 6 feet tall and says, No, it's a gift. No take backs, like we're fucking five. I said, Okay, snatch the box of shoes out of his other hand, and walk back to my apartment, close and lock the door. I walk into Jackie's room. I apologize for the outburst and I just say, Why was he here the other day? Why was he coming out of your room? What is going on? Just tell me the truth. I'm not going to lie, I had been thinking about that day in the back of my mind, but I just didn't put two and two together that they would have been cheating on me. He's never given me a reason to think he would cheat on me. I trusted him. And she goes, with the most blank expression, Jaden is my baby's father. I don't know what got into me. Usually I'm not someone to shut down or not express myself, but I literally had nothing to say to her. I just said, Hope it was worth it, went back to my room, closed the door, and locked it. I smoked myself into a coma. Woke up a few hours later. She was gone. I could tell she had packed up a lot of her clothes. When I get on my phone, the first thing I see is that I've been added to a group chat with Jackie, Jaden, my stepsister, and my stepmother all telling me that Jaden ended the relationship because he needed someone more secure like Jackie. Secure? I've been paying 70% of the rent for the past year. Jackie can't keep a job for the life of her, and I've been picking up all the pieces, putting food on the table. That's hilarious. Secure? More like a headache. I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. Not only was it the group chat, but it was also all of them privately messaging me about how we can work through this as a family and that Jaden and Jackie deserve to be happy and that my dad is going to help me find a new place of my own so Jaden can move into the apartment and they can start their family. I said, So my dad knows about this? My stepmom goes, No, but he knows that it's time you and Jackie split apart and you retain your independence as a woman. Long story short, I left the group. It is now Tuesday. I haven't seen or heard from Jackie, Jaden, or my stepmom since. Part of me wants to reach out to my dad because I know he probably doesn't know the full story, but I don't know where to go from this. Any advice? Relevant Comments Commenter 1: Tell your dad the truth. Your step mom and her daughter are shady as hell. Your ex is a loser who put your health at risk. Get tested. I’d tell everyone the truth. Those two should be ashamed of themselves. How pathetic is the other woman to accept such garbage treatment from him. Gross. OOP: Haven't been the closest to my Dad since the divorce but I did reach out to my mom and She has my back 100% and she currently lives a few hours from me And plans on coming down this weekend. And were gonna talk to my dad together, He has had a history of taking my stepsisters/moms Side so it'll be good to have my mom and her partner on my side. OOP responds to multiple comments about taking her roommate to the court for the rent she covered, and collect all documents to provide she covered the amounts and the lease OOP: I thought about this, but do you think I could actually fight it considering how long it’s been? + Collecting evidence as we speak + Yes I am on the lease we both are. Commenter 2: I would suggest you JUST pay your portion of the rent and everything else until you get out of there. Start looking for a new place and talk to your Dad. Tell him you need a father daughter lunch and then spill your guts on everything. Especially the part that your step monster and stepsister are in on the betrayal and siding with the traitors. OOP: Looking into it. Already Contacting landlord regarding Jackie dude to the fact she can’t afford her 1/2 of the bills and our manager as already scheduled an apartment walkthrough and New updated paystubs and Occupants (her baby). Hopefully we can get this All figured out but Jackie already tried reaching out a weeks ago apparently letting my landlord know I would be moving out at the end of our lease in May.....(which is NEVER was Informed my her) meaning she’s been planning all this be the whole fucking time Commenter 3: I'd laugh in his face make him doubt the paternity with all the guys I'd seen her take home. OOP: Which is hilarious considering She claims they've been Together for a year, But she just broke up with her Bf 4 months ago but 20 week pregnant. OOP on her stepmother and Jackie’s relationship OOP: Before my parents’ divorce Jackie and my step sister were best friends when my dad married my stepmom Jackie Soon became more like A 3rd sister....... Bad home life always With us, always Around. Apparently my stepmom sees Jackie more as a daughter than me. Commenter 5: The way your stepmom and stepsister is okay with this means YOUR STEPMOM MIGHT DID THE SAME THING TO YOUR MOM when she’s still with your dad. You know, mistresses can tell each other apart. Even if you’re not close to your dad, tell him the truth. Don’t let them twist the narrative by making themselves a victim of their own story. Ask a lawyer about your lease, ask about your options regarding their slandering (if they went to tell everyone lies about your relationship with your ex) and don’t let them walk into you like that. Go to therapy too because this is a massive betrayal, disrespect, and disappointment. OOP: Funny how you Got everything 100% correct. My Stepmom and dad very much did get married after a 2 year affair behind my mom’s back resulting in my stepmom getting pregnant with my Younger Half-sister (like history just repeating itself at this point.) Which is why I’m so blessed to have my Mother and her partner on my side. My Little brother (WHOLE brother) is even looking to move into the building with his Buddies For safety reasons.   Update #1 (small update): February 19, 2026 (two days later) Okay, I just want to thank everyone for the advice on my last post. I did want to add some context for those who were confused. Yes, my stepmom and my dad had an affair while he was married to my mom for two years. She found out she was pregnant, and that’s when my dad suddenly decided he wanted to “step up” and be a great dad just not to me and my brother. Only to my stepsister and Baby sister (26F and 7F). And yes, my mom is still very much in my life. She lives a few hours away with her partner. There’s distance, but she’s always been there for me. Through all of this, my little brother (22M) has really had my back. I’ve had to stop him from confronting Jaden a few times, but he’s been my support system and has been crashing on my couch for safety reasons. My mom is coming into town so we can talk to my dad and get this lease situation handled. My landlord is doing a room inspection and asking for updated pay stubs and employment verification, which I can provide. I know Jackie is going to struggle with that because she only works 15 hours a week. And Jaden’s only works 25. When I first found out she was pregnant a month ago, she told me she was 10 weeks. She’s super skinny like cheerleader skinny so I couldn’t even tell. I later found out she might actually be 20 weeks. My stepmom said 25. My boyfriend said 21. So clearly somebody is lying. After talking to my brother, even though I don’t want to, I think it might be best for me to move even if it’s just to another building. I don’t like them knowing exactly where I live. Now about the monitor and headset he took. I had one of my male friends reach out to meet up and get it back. He sent pictures both were clearly used, and very obviously looked like his dog chewed up the headset. At that point I said, you know what? You want to break $300 worth of gaming stuff? Fine. I went on Facebook, joined a local moms/selling group, and sold almost everything from that box. I made my $300 back. I told my friend to let Jackie and Jaden know they didn’t have to worry about the $300 anymore because I already got it back. Apparently they went crazy banging on my door while I wasn’t home. (Jackie didn’t take her keys). They were yelling that there was $800 worth of stuff in there. I price-checked it maybe $500 max. But I didn’t care about $500. I just wanted my $300 back, so I lowballed it and sold it. I kept the car seat (because I know it’s mandatory when leaving the hospital) and the pump supplies. Her baby shower is in a few weeks, and my friend joked about regifting it To her as a joke🤣. Yeah, I know Its petty. I’m mad. Call me bitter, I really don’t care anymore. She was also behind on her car payments. I had been helping her because she didn’t want her parents to know and said she’d be embarrassed. I didn’t pay it this month and I’m not helping next month either. They even tried to charge my card, and she requested it I blocked it immediately. Apparently she’s been telling my landlord I plan on moving out in May, which I never said. So that’s fun. I’m hoping to have another update Monday after we talk to the landlord, and my mom gets here so we can handle everything. This whole situation has put a dent in my life and I’m just ready to move on. I promise you that man ain’t cute enough to be tripping over. I’m good off him. Thanks again for the advice, Reddit. P.S. I’m not 100% sure about small claims court. I know how dramatic she is and how dragged out that could get. I don’t have the time or energy for that right now. As long as she agrees to move out, I’m good with how it ended. She can have him. She was never a sister to me, and evidently he was never my man. Relevant Comments Commenter 1: She is not paying her rent or car payment, so who does she expect to pay the bills? Have you talked to your Dad? OOP: Nope apparently my stepmom and stepsister had been helping her as well. Before she broke up with her bf he paid her car note. No I plan on talking to him This weekend. I've went no contact so far he has not attempted to reach out either. Commenter 2: The main question is: Is it really his child? Don't worry, Karma will be knocking soon OOP: No clue and I really don't care at this point it doesn't make a difference either way he cheated they both betrayed me and took advantage of my trust. But who knows because she jus broke up with her bf a few months ago. But considering she's claiming to be over 20 weeks....idk Commenter 3: Is roommate related to step mom? Like why is stepmother soooooo invested in taking this girl and ex boyfriends side? Something ain't right... OOP: Both Jackies mom and My stepmom were friends in Hs/also found out they were both pregnant around the same time so My stepsister and Jackie grew up Together After idk what all happened, but she has drugs problems and my stepmom felt obligated to look over her. Didn't wanna add that bit, but it feels necessary. Commenter 4: Good for you for moving in but why were you basically bankrolling her life? You were literally paying for everything. Grow a backbone next time. OOP: I do have a backbone if I may add. And she was considered "Family" I've known her for 10 years now and Ik her background. Ik She what was going through that's all I’m gonna say. Not here to blast all her problems but I really did Feel Obligated as a "friend" and roomie to help he, same as my stepsister. So u saying to grow a backbone is crazy. I immediately ended it and Moved on the moment I found out all this crazy shit. Ik it doesn't seem like it but at one point she was actually a good friend and he was a Good bf. keyword on WAS. I don't let things drag out u get 1 chance and it's a Wrap. So take it as you will 😊 Commenter 5: Great update. Get the locks changed, get her off the lease. Get a doorbell camera and a new credit card. Put her stuff in garbage bags and drop it at his studio apartment. They are both losers and they deserve each other. OOP: Already working on switching Banks. And yes I do have a ring camera that's how ik They were banging at my door while I wasn't home. I melted and documented that plus all the shit and insults they were yelling at door. And my Brother as a witness bc he was at my apartment when this Shit happened, and they tried kicking in my door till my brother opened the door.   Update #2: February 23, 2026 (four days later) Okay, I know a lot of you have been waiting for an update, so I’m just going to get straight to the point. Every since my last post I’ve been getting nonstop Insults thrown at me from my stepsister and Jackie They've also made multiple post About me And stepsister Said She was disowning me and that me and my brother "just didn't make the cut". Saturday, I invited my dad out to eat at a local place we used to go to when I was a kid. It was just supposed to be me and him, but my mom was there too. I didn’t tell him ahead of time that she would be there. I did, however, ask him not to bring my stepmom because I wanted us to really touch base and because I needed some life advice. At first, he tried to reschedule, but I pushed enough to get him to agree to come. This was a conversation that needed to happen, and it had to happen while my mom was in town. Well, when he showed up, he brought my stepmom anyway. As they were approaching the table, my stepmom was already making comments about how glad she came because I had “ambushed” him by having my mom there. I ignored her and told my dad I was glad he could make it and that we really needed to talk about my living situation with Jackie. Before I could even continue, he started onset how it’s not fair how I’ve been treating Jackie, that I’ve been mean to her, and a bunch of other off-the-wall comments that I’m assuming my stepmom and step sister fed him. So I told him everything from Valentine’s Day up until now. At first, he was quiet, like he was trying to take everything in. Meanwhile, my stepmom kept trying to jump in and tell her side of the story. Eventually, my dad said he needed to go to the bathroom. He was in there for about 30 minutes. During that time, my mom absolutely went in on my stepmom. She didn’t just bring up my situation , she brought up the divorce and how she let this woman ruin her marriage, but she wasn’t going to let her ruin my life too. My mom isn’t loud or dramatic, so I was surprised to see her this way even during the divorce I didn’t see her this angry. My stepmom, on the other hand, just doesn’t know when to shut up. She acts like because she has the marriage and the kids, she’s “won” someone sided battle or something. When my dad finally came out, his eyes were red like he’d been crying. I haven’t seen him like that since the divorce. He hugged me tightly and said he was sorry. That’s when my stepmom stood up and said, “Sorry for what? Your daughter has a lot of growing up to do.” And that’s when my mom told her to shut the fuck up. My dad then said he couldn’t believe all of this was happening under his nose and that he wished I had reached out sooner. But truthfully, even though I didn’t tell him the full story before, I had tried calling and texting him. I mentioned that in some of the comments. I didn’t really get anything back until I pressured him to meet and even then, he still brought my stepmom after I specifically asked him not to. Anyway, that was Saturday morning. I didn’t hear from my dad or stepmom after that. Saturday night, my mom came to my apartment. She’s always been good with finances, so we worked out my budget and started looking at apartments closer to my job. A lot of people asked why I don’t just move closer to my mom, but she lives in a pretty rural area with her partner. I still do online schooling, and my job is really beneficial, and I can’t afford to lose it rn. We got everything figured out. My mom boxed up the baby stuff I hadn’t sold the car seat, the breast pump, a few onesies, and a box of diapers and we dropped it off at Jaden’s apartment. I didn’t see him. I didn’t knock. My mom just left the box at the door, knocked, and walked away. Our landlord did the inspection, and everything came back good on my end. Jackie failed to provide pay stubs or paperwork and has completely ghosted the landlord I think she even blocked the number. They were in the process of evicting her. My mom’s partner was kind enough to offer to pay off the rest of my lease. Thank God. But then Monday morning happened. (this morning) It turns out my stepmom paid to have Jackie’s name removed from the lease before she could be evicted so she could “have a clean start” with her baby. He’s also planning to pay my first month’s rent and deposit for whichever apartment I choose.(or so he claims Doubt it'll happen) This wasn’t what I expected at all, but it’s what happened. On top of that, my dad THEN agreed to co-sign for a 2 bed apartment Jackie and Jaden can move in. My dad makes six times the rent, and Jaden only makes two times, so with my dad co-signing, it works out. I wasn’t thrilled about how all of this happened, but in my head all I heard was: I don’t have to pay for anything. So I signed the papers and went over everything with my landlord and my mom. My mom isn’t happy about it. She feels like this is just enabling them. I asked my dad why he’s being so nice to her and why he still calls Jaden his son. He kept referring to Jaden like he’s his responsibility and that he has to take care of him like tf? For WHAT reason? Jaden has parents. And his parents are well off. Fun fact: my mom actually reached out to Jaden’s parents over the weekend. Turns out they knew he was with Jackie, and apparently I’m “not wife material. and not "Dominican enough For their Family.... Jaden is Dominican My mother is black. My dad is Biracial white/black Stepmom/Stepsis/Jackie are Latina In a way, my dad seems numb to all of this. I haven’t really felt the support I need from him, but honestly, I kind of expected that. When it comes to Jackie and Jaden, they’re two peas in a pod and they deserve each other. Oh, and another fun fact: Jaden’s parents are gonna work on paying off Jackie’s car because his car is a piece of shit and they “need something reliable for the baby.” It’s wild how all this money suddenly appears when it benefits them. Where was all this help when I was the one struggling and helping her? When I was barely making it? It was my mom helping me. Advising me. Doing my budget. My dad was silent. And now suddenly everyone has money and support to throw around. No one’s checked on me or asked me how I feel like my boyfriend cheated on me my roommate ain't close friend got pregnant by him why am I the one being called crazy why is everyone just looking over the fact that he cheated she betrayed my trust this is fucking crazy. It’s all about Jackie and making sure she's not stressed out from her pregnancy. Crazy Mention, but I Hooked up with Tatis("Jackie") fine ass brother and It was a funny as hell Talking shit about you hoes after Cracking.🤣✌🏾 And no there were no souls tied But He was a muncher.🤣✌🏾 Shout out to Dearah and Tati since you wanna Stalk my Post😘 Edit just found out Her due date is Mid-April......so you can go ahead and do the math with that Relevant Comments Commenter: Why is your dad paying for Jackie and Jaden. Neither one are his children, and it seems he didn't really even know what going on. It seems to me the stepmother is making him do this just to spite you OOP: trust me he knows what’s going on, He’s a grown ass man if he’s gonna allow that bitch To control his life that on him.   Update #3: April 13, 2026 (over 1.5 months later) I’m gonna keep this brief because I’m honestly done with this situation and want nothing to do with this crazy, weird ass shit anymore. First off, thank y’all for all the advice. I even saw you guys covered it on the pod, and I really did take everything into consideration. I also had someone DM me saying Jackie made a post on here lying about the whole situation. The account was deleted by the time I saw it, so I have no way of knowing if it was actually her. These past couple of weeks have been the most peaceful my life has been in a while. I moved into my new apartment, and no one except my brother and my mom’s side knows where I live. And no, my dad didn’t give me a dime ,but my mom’s partner really showed up for me when I needed it most. Jaden and Jackie’s apartment didn’t get approved, even with my dad as a cosigner 🤣. They had to work things out with the current landlord, pay extra, and add themselves back onto the lease. So yeah… they’re now living in my old apartment. Also, when Jackie’s brother got his state refund, he gave me $1,000 for everything I dealt with because of his sister. We’ve gone on three dates since then, just taking things slow and enjoying the friendship. Now about the pregnancy Jackie had been lying about her dates this whole time. Over Easter weekend, she had an emergency C-section. The baby is healthy and so is she, and from what I’ve heard, she’s recovering well. Jaden broke up with her three hours after the baby was born. During the delivery, Jackie made Jaden wait in the hallway and had my stepsister in the room instead. Even after the baby was born, she still didn’t want Jaden in there. When his mom showed up and asked why he wasn’t in the room, it turned into an argument. Jackie finally let him come in, but he took one look at the baby and left the hospital. He ghosted her until it was time for her and the baby to go home. My stepsister ended up bringing her home, and Jaden has been MIA ever since. After all of this, my stepsister of all people called me apologizing and told me everything that happened. Jackie’s baby looks exactly like my dad. Edit: I am not in Contact with my dad/stepmom/Jackie for the past couple Weeks. Only reason my Stepsister was able to contact me is bc she was reaching out my bff About me Getting Contact with her asap and Thats When she told me what all went down. Relevant Comments Commenter 1: Oh. That was an unexpected twist. But if the baby is your dad’s that explains a lot of things on why he was behaving how he was. Guilt can be a big driving force. But also, can I just say: the cheater got cheated and I think it’s delicious karma and oh so funny. 😂 How is your step mom taking all this? OOP: Literally no idea😂I’m no Contact with her😂 I only know What my Stepsister and Circle tell me. But I do no My dad tried reaching out to my Mom for "advice" my Mom Didn’t Know what advice or what He needed but she quickly reminded him of where there Stood and hung up that phone😂. Damn That probably was the confession🤣. Commenter 2: And also his family that was ok with him cheating because she was Latina. Bet they loved this plot twist. OOP: Which is hilarious because my Stepsister Sent me a Pic of their baby and When I tell you that baby Took ALL my dad features, its hilarious. OOP on the baby looking like her dad's OOP: Bingo√ When you look at my dad He visually has more Black features then, Including his complexion. My dad has light Hazel eyes And 3c hair. Both Jackie and Jaden Have Brown eyes and Naturally Straight and 1C hair. The baby eyes aren’t exactly Hazel but they DEF aint Brown the baby has pretty bright eyes and When comparing the photo to my little Brother they Looked almost identical besides the complexion. And Curly head of dark Brown hair and complexion is darker than Both Jackie and Jaden who are both considered a lighter complexion. Commenter 3: So wait…how long has your step-sister been in your fathers’ realm? If it’s around nine years he could have been grooming Jackie? Your poor brother too! OOP: My moms and dad divorced When I was in middle school. Jackie and my Stepsister were Always together same bus route, Classes, Sports, Neighborhood ALWAYS around. Commenter 4: So she picked a fight with Jaden because she knew that he wasn’t the baby daddy?! Lawd jeezus OOP: Jaden’s Mom was basically calling Jaden a bad dad for not being In there with her and Jaden didn’t Like that comment and They went back and forth, that’s When Jackie Allowed Jaden to Come meet the baby to Stop the argument. Commenter 5: Would love to hear your stepmom left your dad and he had to leave the house and move in with Jackie to take care of their new child. He will live in shame while Jackie's parents will be fully disgusted in more ways than one. It will not surprise me if they completely abandon her after this. What a mess your dad and Jackie has made. Jaden is a pos too but at least he was able to get out of child support and ghost the whole thing.. maybe this chaos will teach him that being a cheater is never worth the drama/shame/hurting others. OOP: Her parents Have ALWAYS been in and out of Jackies life due to addiction problems in the past. Doubt they’ll step up but only time will tell.   DO NOT COMMENT IN LINKED POSTS OR MESSAGE OOPs – BoRU Rule #7 THIS IS A REPOST SUB - I AM NOT OOP submitted by /u/Choice_Evidence1983 to r/BestofRedditorUpdates [link] [comments]

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I test drove a CX50 and loved it, but am torn on whether it will be a comfy ride for my giant breed dog. He rides in the back seat with a hard bottom hammock/seat cover. I know he will fit, but am specifically looking for a car that will be super comfortable for him, easy for him to look out the window, easy to get in and out the side door, etc. Editing to add that my dog is 100 lbs, Great Pyrenees mix, shaped like a pyr/standard poodle. But very tall! When sitting with normal posture, his head height is ~34 inches. The specs say 37.5 inches of rear headroom, so he should be fine, but when I sat in the back seat (yes I measured my own seated height too before I went), I didn’t feel like there would be 3” extra for him. I checked the specs and it’s only a few inches smaller (headroom, width, etc) than my current compact SUV, but the back felt much smaller, especially in headroom. He also sometimes uses stairs or a ramp to get in the back seat, and while the Cx-50 door measurement is only 1inch less than my current suv, it appears more narrow and I worry the ramp won’t fit in the door. So I’m just looking for some visual inspiration or advice on whether this car worked for any other large breed dog owners who’s dog ride in the back seat. I did see lots of posts about riding in the trunk, but not the back seat. Advice, pics? Does your big dog like the car? submitted by /u/Ok_Ground455 to r/CX50 [link] [comments]

This is a repost. The original was posted in /r/AmIOverreacting by user Mmm_Dawg_In_Me. I'm not the original poster. Status: Concluded Original December 23, 2025 I should start by giving a background as to who I am. I'm 27 years old, I live about an hour from my home town, and I visit my folks pretty regularly, but especially for holidays. Now, I realize I've lost many of you with my age. I understand that in a large number of families only kids really get Christmas gifts. And you may be right. But in mine adults gift to adults, kids gift to kids, kids gift to adults, adults gift to kids, everybody gets something. Now, I hate telling people what I want for Christmas / Birthday stuff. Feels entitled (I know, irony of posting a complaint on reddit then saying I'm not entitled) to ask for stuff. Since I was 12 I didn't want people to get me birthday gifts or throw me a party, and largely my family respected that. But that still left Christmas. Now, when my grandpa was alive, I remember he'd always go to the local European Grocery (he was an ethnic Hungarian from Austria) and get a few of those chocolate oranges. The big ones you have to smack on the table before opening to get the pieces to seperate. He died back 2017 and I miss him terribly. And every year when my family asks "what do you want for Christmas" I tell them "You know... one of those chocolate oranges, like Bapa used to get" and... they never do it. Now, I know that sounds super silly. Why don't you just get your own damn orange? I don't know, it just isn't the same, somehow. It's a thing I associate with my family just having at home suddenly around Christmas, and I'm chasing that experience and I know it'll never be the same... but still. I just remember cracking them open with my cousins and walking around the room to all the aunts and uncles going "Hey over here I'll take a piece" etc... and I just miss that a whole lot. Every year "what do you want for Christmas?" "Chocolate orange" and every year no chocolate orange. Literally the only thing I ask for. And I know I shouldn't be upset about it. There are people who don't even get a decent meal on Christmas let alone presents, but somehow year after year I get a few Temu or 5 below things which will be thrown out pretty much as fast as they came in, and I question "well why the hell didn't they just get the damn orange?!?! It would have cost less, been more appreciated, and been consumed only marginally faster than the other junk" IT'S LITERALLY THE ONLY THING I ASK FOR! This year I've got my dad a new seat cover and slow moving vehicle triange for his tractor, I got my brother who just started college a used folding bike and replaced the tires, grips, greased the chain, etc... because he doesn't want to bring his bike from home up and have it stolen, got a few jigsaw puzzles for my stepmom, she likes to do them, and a set of lincoln logs for my cousin's kids... and I'm excited to watch them open the presents I got them, and I'm sure whatever they got me will be great. But I just get so disappointed every year when there is no damn orange. And this is 8 years since Bapa died, and... well... I don't know, there's nothing really significant about 8 years, but I'm just certain that come Christmas morning if there's no damn orange I'm gonna lose it. Consensus: People ultimately refrain from a valuation on who is overreacting. Commenters advise OOP to purchase chocolate oranges for their niblings going forward in order to keep the tradition alive. Update January 7, 2026, 15 days later Hello all. Hope everybody had a nice set of holidays and is enjoying the new year. Many many of you replied to my previous post regarding my frustration at not recieving a chocolate orange for christmas. If that sounds stupid it's because it kind of is, but you can read the original post here for context. Just wanted to update everybody on how it all shook out. Well - My dad and mom both really enjoyed the gifts I got them. My cousin's kids chose my Lincoln Logs gift as the one they wanted to open and play with at the family gathering (over and above a set of small trucks that look like dinosaurs, which all park on a larger dinosaur truck... high praise!) My brother... well he didn't like the bike much I guess. Mr. "Hey I want to explore the city more, I don't want to bring my bike up in case it gets stolen" suddenly wasn't so interested in a non-stealable bike he could explore the city on. Later had the gaul to say to us "I just wish I had gotten something practical" as though he hadn't just gotten the most practical thing any college student could have. Anyway, you can't win em all. A few days before Christmas my folks and I were in Target and I saw the chocolate oranges. I pointed them out and was met with a "Yuck... who likes those?" So that was about as fun as you'd imagine. Now, many many of you suggested, rightly, that I just become the relative who brings chocolate oranges for the kids... and so I did. It was really a very food-memories centric celebration this year. I gave the kids the oranges - just the way they were. Dark chocolate, orange flavor. Kind of gross to the kids but the sort of thing they came back for more of after a few minutes. Fond memories from the adults. My uncle brought relish sandwiches, following a discussion about having fed my dad those when tasked with watching him as a kid. Yep... just white bread with hot dog relish on it. We had a great time, and I've become the weird relative who brings candy that isn't that great but which you come to associate with Christmastime forever. As for me, doesn't really matter what I got. A few cans of rust reformer spray (on account of my nearly 26 year old car is a little rusty in places) a tube of twix bars, and a pizza pizzaz from the white elephant. I got to see some kids who are going through their parents divorce's eyes light up when they opened a box I gave them. Got to remember being that young. Got to remember my own grandfather for a little while. All in all you gave great advice, and I feel quite a bit more at peace with the whole thing. Thank you all for that. I'm not the original poster submitted by /u/Schattenspringer to r/BORUpdates [link] [comments]

Just dropped 65k € for a new A5 2.0 TDI. This is my first Audi btw, I switched from BMW G30. I'm not even sure where to start. I was willing to look over the poor interior quality thinking that the cosmetics aren't all that matters. 17 days into owning it, I'm sitting on the side of a slight uphill mountain road covered in maybe 2cm of snow and ice (it wasn't cleaned). With chains on my tyres watching as a 2009 Skoda Octavia 4x4 is dragging my A5 as it couldn't pull through. Skoda didn't even have chains lol. Software controlled steering, transmission and "quattro" is not Audi. I'm not sure what happened, I remember an older A5 Quattro running circles around my XDrive G30 in the snow. I jokingly said that the new Audis look like Toyotas, now I'm realising that a Toyota would've been a better purchase. 1) Manual transmission mode won't allow me to start in 2nd gear 2) Car turns off as soon as I leave the drivers seat. I'm unable to do anything about it - it doesn't care if the key is inside, didn't anyone over at Audi think about the following scenarios: a) I have passengers that would like to stay warm/cool while I'm doing a quick run into a store b) I'd like my car to warm up while I'm cleaning snow c) I'm running errands and I need my dog not to die due to a heat stroke in the summer while he's waiting for me 3) The car steering is horredous. Words can't even described how angry I am to see a company such as Audi completely forget their heritage 4) As the owner I don't feel like I own the car. I feel like I'm not in control of the car in the same way I felt while driving BMWs and Mercs. I unlock the car, it locks itself while I'm standing next to it - but it won't lock itself if I walk away from it. The list goes on. TL;DR - Don't buy an A5, its the worst car Audi had produced. UX is horrendous. I'll be trading it for an older model. EDIT: Guys I did inform myself. It's even worse than the reviews. Most of the reviews I saw focused on poor interior materials and the new MMI. It goes way deeper than that. EDIT 2: Guys I understand its easy to shame me for not being a car guy, a mechanic, or an engeneer. I bought a new Audi after hearing how amazing Audis are. I can't forsee issues like most of you here can. I like the design, I test drove 4 blocks on a dry road around town. I watched reviews and looked over pros and cons - but it goes deeper than that. I'm not a car guy, but if shaming someone for not being good at something as much as you are floats ur boat - cool 💁🏻‍♂️ submitted by /u/saintmarko to r/Audi [link] [comments]

Hello everyone! As always, thanks for all the votes and comments under my last post about Janaina Freire Goncalves- I hope that she will be found soon. Today I wanted to cover another disappearance. BACKGROUND Jared McColloch was 33 when he went missing from Vincennes, Indiana, USA. He was a construction worker. He had a teenage son named Chandler. At the time of Jared's disappearance, Chandler was in a youth detention center. Before the detention center, he was in a children's home in Mt. Vernon, where he was allegedly frequently bullied, and Jared took action as soon as he found out about it, which likely lead to Chandler being placed in the detention center. At the time of his disappearance, Jared was on probation for felony drug trafficking (with delivery on a school bus), and neglect of a dependent (both charges from 2013). He was charged for 10 years (15 with 5 suspended) for the drug charges and 8 years for neglect charges. Shortly before he went missing, he was about to finish his 5 year probation after 5 years spent in jail. His probation was revoked on the 26th of February 2024, because he missed a court date (he was already missing for about five months at the time). According to Chandler's mother, at some point Jared said he wanted to "get away from a while" and asked her to ask her dad if he has any job offers for him. Jared had a recent, pending domestic violence case; His ex-girlfriend was threatning to commit suicide, and Jared took away the knife she was holding, which involved physically restraining her. Jared's brother commited suicide, so he took her threats very seriously. He did everything to get the case moving/dismissed, and allegedly (according to his family) wasn't running away from the case. DISAPPEARANCE On the evening, around 6:30 PM, of the 4th of November, Jared set off on a 9,5 hour journey from his home in Marion, Louisiana, to visit Chandler in the detention center. Jared made it to a gas station in Salem, Illinois, around 1:39 AM, where he bought gas and a drink- he was caught on a security camera, and the clerk who saw him said nothing appeared out of the ordinary. He was supposed to meet up with the mother of his son to visit him together- she said that Jared "wasn't making sense" when they were talking on the phone. She gave him GPS coordinates to her house to come get her, but he hung up and never arrived. At 5:30 AM, he was seen at the Phillips 66 Gas Station in Central City, Illinois He was seen at a gas station in Carmi, Illinois, around 8:30 AM on the 5th. He was seen pulling in, walking into the station building, making a purchase with cash and leaving. He was seemingly driving towards Fairground Road. Jared was last seen in the area of South 6th Street Road, Vincennes, Indiana. There was an alleged sighting of him at Cannonball Bar and Grill at 12 PM in St. Francisville, Illinois on the 5th, but it was never officially confirmed to be Jared. His truck, a white 2020 Gmc sierra, was found on a gravel road near the Point, which is an area in the southernmost section of Knox County where the Wabash and White Rivers converge near the Indiana and Illinois border, nearly 600 miles (965,6 km) away from Marion. Jared's two dogs were inside, leashed, and both driver side doors were left open. The keys were in the ignition, and the car and turned on. The truck ran untill it was out of gas and turned off at around 6 PM on Sunday (5th of November). There is however a discrepancy in reports, as Knox County police, St. Francisville police and the driver of the tow truck that was hired give slightly different locations as to where the car was found. Jared had expensive tools in his car which were still inside when the car was recovered. A pack of cigarettes was found in the back seat, which was only occupied by his dogs. Pliers, a flashlight, vape and Jared's cell phone were missing from the car. Jared's phone last pinged near Mt. Carmel (around 26,8 miles/43 km away from Vincennes). A volunteer search took place, but no clues were found. CONCLUSION Jared's family believes that he was a victim of foul play and that his truck was planted at the spot it was found at by someone else. His dogs are apparently very friendly and loved going on truck rides, so they believe they wouldn't attack a strange driver unless they witnessed them harming Jared. On the 29th of July 2024, Chandler went missing from transitional center in East St. Louis after taking an uber. For the weeks leading to his disappearance, Tammie (Chandler's grandmother and Jared's mother) was working on getting custody over him. She said that she believes that Chandler hasn't fully come to terms with Jared's disappearance and that he loved his father no matter what. Chandler was treated as a runaway who went missing voluntarily. Thankfully, it appears that he has been found safe. Jared's dogs, Roxy May and Rusty, live with his parents. Jared Michael McColloch was 33 when he went missing, and would be about 35 now. He is a white male, 5'9" (175 cm) and around 179 pounds (81 kg). He has blond hair and several tattoos. He was last seen wearing jeans, a light blue shirt, dark blue Sketchers and a brown Carhartt jacket. If you have any info on Jared's wherabouts, contact the Knox County Sheriff’s Office at 309-344-0044. SOURCES: my1053wjlt.com tristatehomepage.com thevanishedpodcast.com 14news.com 14news.com newsnationnow.com solvethecase.com newsnationnow.com Jared's websleuths.com page submitted by /u/AlfredTheJones to r/UnresolvedMysteries [link] [comments]

I'm sure everyone has seen those yellow "baby on board" signs people put on the back of their windows. Well I have a green one that says "fur baby on board" because I have a dog. I just thought it was funny and most people laugh when they see it. But I've had several comments from parents stating it's "inappropriate" and "dogs don't classify as children" blah blah blah. Well today I'm out shopping and I'm walking to my car and there's 2 ladies standing with their babies taking pictures of my car. I get closer and they ask if this is my car when I say yes they ask do I think my sign is funny? I tell them most people do. These ladies proceed to tell me I'm "making a mockery of motherhood because caring for a dog is nowhere near the same as caring for children" and "those signs are for safety not entertainment." I couldn't hold in my laugh which seemed to upset them even more and especially after I told them I consider my self a dog mom and God forbid I'm in an accident I would want people to help my dog too. Then ofcourse one of their babies starts crying and I told them they should probably handle that instead of worrying about what I put on my car. Both of them give me the finger and start walking off as if that was some badass mom move or whatever lol. I hope yall find that as amusing as I did. Mind yall, I have a 7 foot skeleton wearing a bikini in my passenger seat, a smaller skeleton in the back window, and a freaking sock monkey car seat cover, yet that small sign is what really upsets people. I guess another perk of being childfree is putting whatever weird stuff in my car that I want to 🤷🏽‍♀️. submitted by /u/Responsible-Hotel758 to r/childfree [link] [comments]

**DO NOT COMMENT ON LINKED POSTS. I am NOT OP. Original post by u/charlie_z0usx in r/AITAH ** Trigger Warnings: Entitlement, Deadbeat parent Grammar corrected for readability. AITAH for taking away my dad’s girlfriend’s keys after she tried to send me to bed - June 6, 2025 For context, I, 21F, have four siblings, 26M, 23M, 12F and 10M. Our uncle has been our legal guardian since our mom passed, and my dad has been out of our lives. My 23yr old brother and I are home for the summer from college, my oldest brother lives in the city. Since we’ve come home my uncle’s been away on a work trip, so it’s just been me and my siblings around the house. Further context, my dad used to be a problem drinker and was basically estranged for half of my life, very limited contact, and growing up it’s always been my siblings and I taking care of each other. For the past year or so, my dad has been wanting to reconnect with us, mainly my younger siblings. He’s been getting better in his habits, he was clean for three years and managed keep his act together. Because of this, we’ve allowed a couple of visits from time to time. Four months ago he started seeing someone new, quite a bit younger than him, in her thirties, and she seems to have this strange obsession with playing mom. She visits way more frequently than he does and seems to be under the impression that she’s our new stepmom. I think it’s kind of weird, but we just let her do her thing since she’s not harming anyone. She does have this patronizing way of addressing us, it’s better with my oldest brothers but with me it gets a little ridiculous sometimes. Again, I kinda just ignore it and go about my own business. A few weeks before my brother and I came home, she was helping my uncle pick up our younger siblings from school and driving them home. Because of that, she was given a key to the house. since then, she’s around all the time and just playing parent to my younger siblings, but not really doing much because my older brothers and I take care of the responsibilities. In short, the situation started when we had her and my dad over for dinner, my brothers cooked a great meal, and it was all going good until my dad ended up making a very insensitive and inappropriate joke during dinner and she corroborated that joke by making a really ugly insinuation about our late mother. Not gonna get into that. We saw them out and that was that. We put the kids to bed and kinda talked about what happened and informed our uncle about the situation. we were all unsure of what to do. The next afternoon both my brothers were busy with work, and I picked up the kids from school and got home to my dad’s girlfriend in our kitchen. This was the first time she’s let herself in when nobody was home and it caught me kinda of guard. She had basically come to apologize on my dad’s behalf; she said that he felt so ashamed he couldn’t bear coming here. I sent the kids to their rooms and explained the situation to her, I also communicated to her that I found her comment to be extremely inappropriate and in poor taste. she started laughing it off, but I was clear with her that we wouldn’t tolerate anything like that again. and then she said something like, “aw, it’s so cute that you’re trying to be their mom / their adult.” I kinda just blinked at her. The remainder of that conversation she had that same attitude, just not taking me seriously and treating me patronizingly, naturally I got fed up and got started on dinner. IDK where she went for the next while, I think she went into the kid's rooms to help them with homework, but she stuck around for the rest of the night. Out of the kindness of my heart I cooked extra food for her even though she didn’t ask for permission to stay and low and behold, she stayed for dinner. Later on in the night she was fawning over the kids again and around ten, in her stepmom manner she was like “okay my dears! it’s time for bed.” My younger siblings were in the living room watching tv. They’re usually pretty disciplined at going to bed themselves. At this, they looked over to me, gave me the look like what is this lady doing, and I just shrugged, and they went off to their rooms because it was close to their usual bedtime anyway. Now wait for this. I’m in the kitchen cleaning up. Dad’s girlfriend is on her phone at the island. She looks up at me and says, “you too, hon.” it crosses my mind that she could’ve been joking but I devise after a moment that this was not a joke, and she was in fact sending me to bed. So, I naturally I say, “what?” she says, “It’s getting late, time for bed.” And kind of tuts at me. to remind you guys, I am 21 years old. I go to college and am working almost full time in the summer. I’ve been taking care of my family since I was twelve. this woman has been dating my estranged father for barely half a year. So, I give her the benefit of the doubt, that she clearly has some mental issues and is a little crazy. I tell her I think it’s time that she went home. She is insistent that I “go on to bed” still acting like she’s my mom. this gets me a little ticked off. I explain to her that i feel disrespected being talked to like that, and that I’m an adult. And as an extension to our previous conversation, I need her to take me seriously because I don’t joke around about my family or my siblings and she is on thin ice. She continues to laugh me off and goes on in the super patronizing tone. Again, she uses the phrase “it’s so cute when teenagers try to act like adults.” Throws in some stuff about me having a hissy fit and being rebellious. At this point I’m just so fed up by everything, I simply say, “you have five minutes to get your things and leave this house.” in response she scoffs and gets up and walks off to the bathroom, and on the way I hear her say something along the lines of, “no wonder Anatole (dad) says you’re a frigid little priss.” When she’s in the bathroom, I go over to her handbag and her keys on the couch. she has a gigantic keyring and a ton of keys so knowing she won’t notice, I remove our house key from the ring. Then I go back to my room. I hear her leave maybe 20 minutes later. The next day, I get a bunch of texts from her, panicking about the key. I told her I took it. She said some stuff, called me a brat, saying she was going to tell my uncle and brothers, and I was being childish. I told her I was at work and if she wanted to talk, she could call me at 4. Otherwise, she could go bother my brothers about it, but they were at work too so good luck with that. she went off again with the “stop pretending to be an adult” thing and said that my younger siblings were like her kids and she needed to take care of them, and this was “unsafe.” The last text I sent her was: “This is the last I’ll say this. You’ve been disrespectful of me and my brothers since we met and dismissed my attempts to communicate with you. I’m no longer investing energy into enduring your behavior. I’m going to be honest, there is very little chance that you are going to get that key back. This is not helping those chances. Like I said, 4pm, you can call.” She yapped some more then blew up my brothers’ phones and texted my uncle as well. I’m writing this as this is occurring. I told my brothers a bit about what happened when she came over, but they don’t know the full story. My uncle is also in the dark about this. but I’ll tell them what happened if i need to. Look, I don’t doubt that in her heart she does truly care for my younger siblings. I don’t think she’s a bad person or anything, plus my uncle trusted her enough to give her entry into his house. She just really pissed me off. Her whole stepmom act is also really facetious to me. I’d have no problem letting her help out around the house if she was respectful and communicated that’s what she wanted. Anyways. AITAH? GENTLE UPDATE: I had put this in the comments but for those who didn’t see, after dad’s girlfriend’s freakout my uncle called me and said, “What’s this she’s saying about you stole her keys and kicked her out?” And he was already laughing as he said this, because he knows and trusts me and he knows I’m a levelheaded person. and I told him, “Yeah she tried to put me to bed and called me a priss.” and that cracked him up hard. When I told my brothers too, they were like “wow I’m surprised you didn’t knock her out.” They both knew she could be a little weird but never had she been like that. I think it was because it was the first time she and I were alone. She is not coming back to the house. not picking up the kids again. only sees the kids when they hang out with dad and oldest brother is around. my uncle has full custody of kids. They are safe. There is more nutty stuff going on with her though. Will have another update prepared soon. It’s gonna be very interesting. ---------- UPDATE: The official update is posted in my profile. It was taken down for being too long. - June 9, 2025 This update is actually bonkers. On one hand I’m so tired of this shit, on the other, I’m happy to at least give you guys a good story. WARNING: this is a LONG STORY. If you don’t like HOW LONG IT IS, you may SKIP IT. You DON’T HAVE TO READ IT. The NEXT PERSON who comes into the comments to complain that it’s too long, or I need to learn concision, or I shouldn’t have passed elementary school, I swear to God I will find you. First of all, to all those who were concerned about the mental stability of my dad’s girlfriend and the safety of our family: do not worry. The children are safe and sound. As I said, I’ve informed the adults of the family about everything. The kids always have one of us around, and yes, my uncle has full legal custody of them. My dad is, in the nicest way possible, a spineless pathetic shit. Even if his girlfriend wanted to use him to do something, she wouldn’t be able to. My uncle has a stable career, is renowned in his field, loved in the neighborhood, so there is no possible legal battle that could be put up. Furthermore, we are keeping an eye on her, and she only sees the kids when my dad sees them. Since the beginning of summer she hasn’t picked them up. That was always going to be temporary. And no, she won’t be picking them up again. We took your guys’ advice and called the school. The kids are out for the summer already, but they know for next semester. We do have cameras around the house. We confirmed that the incident was the first time she was at the house alone. This isn’t meant to relieve myself of any responsibility, but I really didn’t see that incident coming. She was on good terms with my uncle, friends with my oldest brother, she loved the kids, the kids loved her—besides the occasional weirdness toward me and brother #2, it seemed fine. I see lots of “Why did she have the key in the first place??” Again, she was a trusted adult in my uncle’s eyes. She was his brother’s girlfriend and he thought he knew her well. She volunteered to help pick the kids up after school on days my uncle got a little busy. So, he gave her a key to the house so she could get the kids home safely. A lot of you expressed frustration for how I handled the situation, saying I should’ve been more proactive or been meaner to her. All fair. I’m sure some of you would’ve done much better than me. I am simply a low-energy person who’s not very reactionary. That’s all I can say. But those disappointed that I didn’t respond with violence don’t seem to understand that you can’t risk that with kids in the house. That’s not something I want them to see, and God forbid if it escalates, it could put them in danger. As it turns out, you guys were right! She was mistaken about my age—not that it excuses her behavior. She thought I was 18. My uncle cleared it up with her. Yes, I did get an apology after what happened. No, I really can’t give a shit. She apologized by saying she was “sooo so sorry” about what she said and she sensed disrespect from my end which made her defensive, and I just said “okay” and left it at that. She apologized to the rest of the family as well about her joke at dinner. And about the comment my dad supposedly made—I have it on good authority that she just fabricated it. You guys don’t have to believe me. But I know my father to the bone and he isn’t like that. Other than that, thank you all for the ceaseless support. I’m reading all of your comments even if I’m not responding. I appreciate all of your thoughts and advice. For the ease of the rest of this, my dad’s girlfriend will be called Sorrel, and my older brothers are Henri (eldest) and Teddy (2nd). Alright. Get some goddamn popcorn. Here we go. It’s my little brother’s elementary school graduation and the whole family’s there, and my uncle, via FaceTime. Henri’s girlfriend (who, after hearing this whole story, hates Sorrel) is there as well. Very happy occasion. Dad is banned. Boohoo. After photos are taken, we all go to the park (little brother loves watching the ducks and digging for snails) and I notice Henri is very distracted by his phone. I ask him what’s up. Turns out he was sending photos of the graduation to our dad, which is fine, but he’s now asking to come say hi to us at the park since he’s nearby. We decide okay, it’s a special day, we’re all in a good mood, kids wanna see their dad too, so Dad shows up with Sorrel. IMMEDIATELY as soon as they get out of the car and greet the kids, Sorrel looks to me, makes a snarky joke: “Oh hi everyone, hi, hey—oh and there’s mom (I’m mom, haha).” For the sake of the happy children I just exchange glances with my brothers and say nothing. Throughout the park time she mostly interacts with the kids and Henri. Teddy and Henri’s girlfriend get us hot dogs, we move to the picnic bench to eat, and I’m hungry as hell so I wipe up three dogs in a matter of five seconds. Here Sorrel says the second thing of the day to me: “You’re gonna have a lot of yakking to do after that.”And she gestures to her mouth with her fingers. Context: I’m healthy and slim. I have a high metabolism. So I naturally eat a lot. I take this as her saying that I’ll have to pull trig. So I just say “I don’t do that.” And I keep eating. Fast forward—Henri and his girlfriend have gone to the bathroom, we’re wrapping up, Sorrel turns to my dad and goes “Babe, if you’re tired, I can take the kids home.” Teddy snorts into his water cup and says something like “Lady you’re craazy.” I say “Nah we’re good.” She says “Are you sure? I don’t mind driving.” I tell her I drove. She says “You can drive?” This makes my younger siblings look at each other and giggle. At this point I am just sitting back sipping on my soda helping my little brother sort the rocks that he collected like I don’t care what comes out of this lady’s mouth anymore. Dad steps in (context here: I learned driving from my dad, he used to be a street racer) and he goes “Yeah she drives like a bat outta hell.” My car is sitting down the street in view. He points to it and says “That’s her ride, nice isn’t it?” (I spent years working on it). Sorrel goes to my dad “Ahh so that’s where all your money ends up.” Dad says “Oh. No. Her money.” Sorrel starts asking me a bunch of questions about how much the car was, how much money I make, etc. It was really weird. Henri and his girlfriend return. More small talk happens. We get on the topic of Henri’s work banquet. (Context: It’s a big gala event held at an opera house, there’s an earlier mingle for my brother and a +1, then the family comes for the banquet. My brother’s girlfriend has to get knee surgery the day before, so I’m supposed to go as the +1.) So he’s talking about the whole event. My brother asks our dad and Sorrel if they’d like to be there, but it’s very late notice so it’s okay if they can’t. They say of course they’ll come. Henri’s gf’s says “So sad I won’t be there!” So Sorrel goes “Who’re you walking in with then?” Henri says “I asked Charlie(me) by default after we found out [gf] couldn’t be there.” Sorrel’s like “Your sister? Isn’t that kind of weird?” and she does this face scrunch thing. Henri’s gf wasn’t putting up with it—she just said “Uh, no? Not weird at all.” Then Sorrel says to Henri, “Alright but we’ll get some photos together right?” and before he can say anything his gf goes like “Yeah there’s the family photo stuff at the end… I don’t know if they have it for extended family though.” And turns and walks off to throw away the trash. That kinda wraps up the park day. Two nights later. Henri is back at his apartment with his gf. I’m home with my other siblings. I get a FaceTime call from him. I pick up, he says “Get Teddy. Right now.” I get my other brother. Henri is apparently bewildered about something. I can hear his girlfriend in the background. He tells me he’s sending me screenshots, I say okay. Teddy and I read them. The screenshots are of Henri’s text conversation with Sorrel. He only had Sorrel’s contact in case of emergency, when she was picking up the kids from school last month. As we’re reading them, Henri explains that she initiated a light text conversation after the incident with me, just asking after our general wellbeing, making small talk. He held her at arm’s length but to be nice texted her back. The texts he sent me start off with Sorrel asking about the gala again and what she should wear. Henri politely texts back that he already communicated this with his dad, so she can just ask him. After a few more texts she goes back to the topic of his +1 for the carpet event. She says that it would be so good for her networking, blah blah (she works in a similar sector as my brother), that he should make sure to get photos of them together, and was he sure he wanted to go with me as his +1? And she said the brother-sister thing might be kinda weird, like people might mistake that we’re dating. He responded curtly that it’s very normal and he’s taking me. And THEN she starts asking about where he takes his lunch. (Context: it was mentioned at the park that my brother sometimes misses lunch because he sleeps in and doesn’t have time to pack it in the morning, especially on the days he has to drive the kids to school.) She then OFFERS to bring him lunch at his work. Her last text reads: “Wouldn’t want my baby boy to go hungry 😹” My jaw is on the floor. Teddy is cackling. I can hear Henri’s girlfriend in the background going that bitch, that bitch! None of us have any idea if she meant “baby boy” in her weird stepmother way or if it was a sexual innuendo. Because God knows with this woman at this point. We come to the decision that these screenshots are going straight to my dad. We consider maybe it was just a weird millennial thing, the way she texts, and we’re thinking we probably will have to have a conversation with her about her behavior, me and my brothers. Because as of right now we’re reckoning with the fact that this lady may be impregnated by our brick-headed father and be the future mother of our next sibling. Which would be a fucking nightmare. The same night Henri tries to talk to our dad about our concerns with Sorrel but gets brushed off. Gala day. I go to the mixer with Henri, and Teddy arrives later with the kids in tow. At the banquet she’s doing her weird mom thing again, telling the kids to go make their plates, lecturing them about vegetables, etc. I have to keep an eye on them because my little sister is allergic to almost everything on the planet and my little brother is autistic and has sensory issues that will cause him to throw up when he tries to eat something that he forgets he doesn’t like. I’d packed meds and sandwiches for the kids in lieu of the issues mentioned above. Little bro had stacked his plate upon Sorrel’s instruction but when he got back to the table, the food on the plate was touching, so he couldn’t eat it anymore. Sorrel starts tutting and tells him to eat but by god you could hold a gun to his head and that kid will not touch his plate (parents of kids with autism, you KNOW what I’m talking about). He says he’s lost his appetite and asks me if I have any food and I silently give him the sandwiches I’d packed because I knew this would happen. Sorrel tells me to stop babying him. Looks to dad for support. Dad puts his hands up (he knows he can’t step in about shit). Little sis comes back next with a greek salad on her plate. Henri and I automatically start picking the olives out (stone fruit allergy) and Sorrel starts again with the babying comment “These kids are gonna grow up to be picky eaters if you baby them like that.” Henri explains she’s allergic. Sorrel suggests that we can fix it with exposure therapy. I tell her that she will vomit if she eats olives. I then suggest that she go take some photos with Henri because I’m starting to grow irritated with her presence at the table. When Sorrel returns, I’m giving my little sis her mealtime meds (I’ve been administering my little siblings’ medication since I was 16). Sorrel slides into the seat next to us, puts her hands out, starts saying in a hushed voice “What are you doing what are you doing?? She can’t take that with food!” I gather that she’s mistaken it for my sister’s HT meds, which she’s seen us give her 2 hours before dinner usually because it can’t be mixed up with food. But I’m giving her diabetes mealtime meds. Funny enough it’s my little sister that speaks up first (she’s quick as a whip) and says “No, I need to take it now. It’s metformin. If I don’t have it I’ll poop myself.” This makes us laugh. Sorrel goes “Ohh oh. I thought it was her synthroid.” Teddy says “Nope I gave that to her in the car.” Sorrel goes “Ohh, you could’ve told me that.” Teddy says, “Why would I? Mais arrête (come on now).” After the dinner and speeches are over, we get in line for family photos. While we’re in line my little sister starts to feel sick from the soda she drank and I take her to the bathroom. She ends up vomiting but feels better immediately afterwards. Some of it ends up on my dress so I have her go get water and go back to the family while I clean up in the bathroom. As I’m cleaning up, Teddy starts texting me. Apparently, they had reached the head of the line and were waiting for me, but Sorrel kept insisting that they go on ahead and get photos taken. Clearly everyone found this incredulous and Henri had them step out of the line. Sorrel and dad ended up going ahead to take their photos and rejoins the family. When I get back to them, Teddy was holding onto my scarf and he puts it back around my neck, then Sorrel reaches over and tugs part of the scarf down to cover more of my chest I guess and she’s like “That’s better. More family friendly.” and winks at me. I readjust it and say “Please don’t presume to touch me ever again.” I didn’t mean it in a rude way, I said it very calmly, I literally just meant what I said. But this offends her greatly. She grabs Henri and says “Oh my god did you hear her?” but my dad pulls her away a little and he’s whispering to her to calm down and whatnot. We get to the carpet for the photo. Sorrel starts ushering and arranging us like “Dad over here, okay, brother here, little ones in front,” and she puts her and my dad in the center, like they’re the parents, with their hands on the shoulders of the kids in front, and my older brothers on either side. She put me off to the side, obviously. I can’t care anymore. I just want to get out of there and go home. After a few photos Henri kindly suggests we take some of just him and his siblings. And then he pulls me to the center and as we’re rearranging he whispers to me “Good job putting up with this, we’re almost done.” A few more photos, then Sorrel says, “How about just me and the boys?” and she has me and my little sister step off. Then she giggles “Wait, wait, carry me,” and proceeds to jump onto my dad and Henri, and has them lift her in front of them. We do a last full family one to finish it off, for which she arranges me behind her so she’s pretty much completely blocking me from the camera. Again, I’m tired and exasperated so I could not care less. As the banquet wraps up, we head on outside, getting ready to leave. Henri takes the kids for a bathroom trip before the drive. We’re making small talk. At some point the topic of dessert comes up and I make a comment about the crème brûlée they had, and I pronounce it in French. Because it’s a French word. And I’m French. And Sorrel interrupts and goes “Crème brûlée” in a really exaggerated mockery of how I said it and she laughs like it’s funny. Unfortunately, that was my last straw, and I say “Anatole, take your girlfriend and get in the car, right now.” Because I’m about to kick this woman in the head. She scoffs and looks at me like I’m acting out and says “Sweetie, that’s no way to talk to me or your dad.” I tell her that her glue on eyelash is falling off (it is) and I start walking to my car. I'm pretty sure I hear her calling me a bitch as I’m walking away. I get in my car, and I see (and distantly hear) her and my dad and Teddy arguing. Henri comes back out with the kids, and Teddy takes them back to the other car while Henri stays to hash it out. Sorrel is obviously having it out about me because I can see her angrily pointing at my car as she’s talking to Henri. I change out of my heels in the car and Teddy texts that he’s gonna start driving home with the kids. He said he basically told Sorrel to go fuck herself and my dad to dump her. After a while Henri comes back to the car and gets in looking very haggard, I asked him what happened, he just leans back and blows out air with a hand on his forehead and says “elle a pété un câble” (like she has gone crazy). So, I start the car and we’re about to get on our way when I hear a rap on my window, and Sorrel and my dad are standing there. So I open the car door. Sorrel is crying hysterically and blubbering something, her makeup is running, my dad’s supporting her by the elbows, and immediately I regret not just driving away but now it’s too late and they’re standing in the way of the door. I can barely understand what she’s saying but it’s something along the lines of “I don’t know what I did to deserve this treatment, I don’t know what I did to you, you don’t have to be so protective about everything,” whatever, so I tell her that I personally am done with her, but out of respect for her relation with my dad, she can have a conversation with Henri or my uncle tomorrow, but I think she should just go home for now. She’s stopped crying but she’s still talking hysterically, and says “No but like what is your problem with me, everything was fine until you came back, you’re starting all of this for no reason like you don’t want the kids to have a mom, like I raised them too,” and I say that yes, actually, I don’t want the kids to have a mom like her, nor do they, and I reach to close the car door but she steps in the way and keeps going, “Why are you so territorial, not everything’s a competition, I’m not here to steal your spot, just because you think you should be the only woman around, does not mean you should treat other women disrespectfully.” At this point I’m trying to budge her out of the way so I can close the door, my dad is in the background telling his girlfriend that they should go, Henri is chiming in saying “Dad get her out of here,” and she’s struggling to stay in front of the door. I go into the glovebox and I grab this key to our old storage unit that we don’t use anymore. I yell at her to shut up and this silences her momentarily. I hold up the key (looks close enough to our house key), I tell her to fetch and toss it behind her. She goes to get the key, I had accidentally grabbed a five dollar bill with it so before I close the door I stuff the five dollars into my dad’s dinner jacket and I don’t remember what I said because I was so mad but it was something like “go buy yourself a better side piece” and I ram the gas out of there. So, we’ve just gotten home. She blew up Henri’s phone on the drive back and kept trying to call him. I sincerely hope this is the end of the story and I won’t have to give another update. If I do, it will either be because my dad has left her, or he’s gotten her pregnant. Praying it won't be the latter. I’m turning in. I’ll answer questions in the comments. Thank you for bearing with the story. I hope I never have to hear or see this woman again but I’m guessing that’s not likely. — QUICK UPDATE because this is pissing me the fuck off. I really don’t give a shit if anyone thinks this story is fake, that’s fine, if I read it, I’d think it’s fake too. So that’s whatever. But I just had someone come into my comments to try to say that this story was Chat-GPT generated, because I used proper capitalization and em dashes, and my last story was written like a hot mess, so how could this one be written properly? I am going to blow my fucking fuse. Take a look in my last post at the amount of people who gave me shit about my capitalization, punctuation, and my rambling that made it “obnoxious to read.” I SPECIFICALLY wrote this one a bit nicer (with proper caps!) FOR YOU GUYS. I need to emphasize that both were typed out on my phone, the first quite harried, this one not much better BUT with more care, and I will not have you guys call me a shit writer in my first post just for me to put a bit more energy into this one and have it called a fucking AI production. This is the last I’ll entertain of this. Run some GPT checkers if you’re so insistent. God forgive me for not putting the brainwork of a Tolkien saga into these posts. May my reddit oeuvre be spared from the ignominy of AI allegation. — SECOND SMALL UPDATE to address some common questions: Why are you still letting her around? Why are you still tolerating her? Why didn’t you just get her out of your lives? After the dinner incident, we saw her on two more occasions, which were two days apart: at the park after the graduation and at the banquet. She was only at the park because she tagged along with my dad, who my little brother wanted to see. And she was at the banquet because my oldest brother was still optimistic that we could repair something with her. I, as well as Teddy and his girlfriend, advised him to rescind his invitation. This part was too long to include in the story, but that night when he spoke to his dad about Sorrel, his dad basically begged and begged him to give her another chance and said that they could all talk as a family after the banquet. He also said the texts, and Sorrel’s snarky jokes, were just a harmless part of her character. The banquet was already the next day, anyway, so my brother thought, they can come, and we can discuss things afterwards. Neither of those events involving her was it my call to say whether or not she should’ve been there. Plus, as I’d already mentioned, the only reason we considered maintaining our relationship with her is the possibility that she could be the mother of our next sibling. I want to reiterate that these events starting from the family dinner took course over the period of three days. It happened very quickly and for the majority of that time we were deliberating the right course of action. What about your dad, why are you treating him so good all of a sudden? First he’s a no-good deadbeat and now he’s allowed at all these events? We are not really treating him any differently. He was banned from the graduation, but my little brother wanted to see him afterwards. He was invited to the gala because Henri felt bad that he wasn’t allowed at the grad. He does not normally attend family events with us. The gala is the first thing he’s come to in many, many years. Regularly, he sees the kids every other week, for the past half a year now. He was absent and not a good dad for most of my life, thus I refer to him so harshly. I do recognize that people have the potential to change and I’m not going to so quickly squander a chance for my younger siblings to grow up with a dad better than the one I knew. So, I’m getting ready for work as I write this, this morning Henri was at this hospital with his girlfriend who’s recovering from knee surgery, but we had a family facetime with him and my uncle and kind of unpacked everything. My uncle is going to talk to dad about this whole thing. Our consensus is that we don’t really want to see her again, and she’s not allowed on visits or to contact the kids. We’ve also blocked her number. **Reminder - I am not the original original poster (OOP). I am the OP. DO NOT COMMENT ON LINKED POSTS.** submitted by /u/G1Gestalt to r/BestofRedditorUpdates [link] [comments]

I’m sorry in advance for the length of this post. Jump to the 🐕‍🦺 emoji for a shorter version. I was in a really bad head-on collision ~2 weeks ago. I had my youngest Mal with me. My cameras disabled upon impact and I was trapped in my seat with my legs pinned down and wasn’t able to turn around to check on her. I could only hear her panting to know she was alive. My watch called 911, I had no idea it could even detect an accident but I was grateful as the driver of the other vehicle got out and ran away. I was out of it and tried to refuse going with EMT’s despite being unable to walk at the time (that area under my wheel hit both of my shins something wicked). I kept telling them my dog would attack them if they touched me (she was in a crate, heh). They basically took me by force and put my dog in the pound knowing I’d have to leave her there as it was past their closing time. I can still smell the airbag stuff up my nose. I left the shelter a voicemail the same night. I was admitted to the hospital. I called the shelter again first thing the next morning saying I was in the hospital and needed to send someone to get my dog — they said I had to be the one to do it. That evening the hospital wanted to keep me another night because my blood pressure was super high and I told them it was high because I was THERE. I checked out AMA and went to get my dog as soon as the shelter opened the following day. (BP was mostly fine once I got home) 🐕‍🦺 This is when I was completely disgusted by what the cop did. He had my car towed first then had AC get my dog…..AS A STRAY. I’m grateful the shelter even admitted to this. When I told them we were in an accident, they literally gasped and said what happened. They said she was grossly under-treated, should’ve gotten X-rays and so forth. I’m lucky that my city has a great shelter/staff, they have tons of volunteer fosters and employees take dogs home, too. Most intake photos are in homes. They all loved her despite her hating all but one employee. My poor baby. She turned feral there she was so scared. Her foot is broken, she was in the shelter covered in her own waste for nearly 3 days with a broken foot. I’m crying typing this because it was so traumatizing for her. And she got an upper respiratory infection!! She’s been sleeping having to breathe with her mouth open, she sleeps on her back 90% of the time which makes it harder for her to breathe. She seems to enjoy when I wipe her nose, so there’s that. For the bad part that I can’t find help with. She’s been sleeping like an old house pet and it’s so hard to see a 10 month old have zero energy. But she’s been having nightmares where she’s yelping in her sleep and shaking violently. I’ve stopped crating her for the time being as she’s not behaving in a way she’ll hurt herself and has been posted up on the dog couch about 23 hours a day. She only gets up to eat, go potty or get her nose wiped. I’ve reached out to my vet, colleagues and so forth hoping someone can help me on dealing with dog nightmares without medicating her. The gabapentin alone is bad enough. I’m not working due to my legs being a little jacked up right now but I won’t be going back to work until she’s okay. Thankfully I have the freedom to do this. I haven’t even dealt with my totaled car yet. Has anyone ever heard of this? My vet, who’s also a personal friend, hasn’t heard of it in her 20ish years of practice and asked her colleagues to no avail. She said I could try CBD but I’m not sure. I feel so helpless and defeated. I hate myself because I took her with me to try and eliminate her stress in vehicles. 😭 submitted by /u/Azizam to r/BelgianMalinois [link] [comments]

I'm looking to upgrade the back seat cover for my two dogs from the flimsy kind to one with a solid "floor." But I can't seem to find any that also have a solid walls or side panels. Which one do you use and would you recommend? submitted by /u/I-Lika_Do-Da_Cha-Cha to r/dogs [link] [comments]

I've told this story a few times elsewhere, but always get comments about posting here. Background: My ex and I were 3 months in to separation, as I kept suggesting divorce agreements, trying to find what she would accept other than "take her back and return to bring a doormat for her." I have a good head for legal documents, and understood very early that as much as I would prefer to just burn everything down and disappear, legally it was very likely I was going to be paying alimony, and she was entitled to a fair share of everything. But in a no fault state with no gender preferences, it did mean a fair share. It was clear that legally I would not get an approval for an agreement heavily biased in her favor. So I kept re working and sending possible divisions. Every few days for months. She would object to anything that put any responsibility on her, anything that left something of value out of her hands. Any time I asked her what terms she would be ok with, she would just derail the conversation to something else. Not long into this I realized that I would need a paper trail, so everything went to email only. Through all of this, I had recognized too that a court would order spousal support, so there wasn't any point in just cutting her off financially. Not a total doormat at this point though. I had moved my direct deposit to a solo account and kept up her weekly cash flow, and kept paying the bills. But my final offer in this period was the heavily unbalanced offer of splitting the cars one to each, me taking all the debt including her student loans, paying her $3-4k a month for a year so she could get her feet under her, and she gets all the "stuff". I walk away with my car, my dogs, some tools, and some clothes. No go. "Not good enough for her". And so we get to the meat of the story for the MC. 3 months in, I finally get her to agree to a mediator, since I'm getting nowhere. She shows up to the initial meeting, the first time we have seen each other in a while, the 2nd time since splitting. She was staying with her sister. The mediator starts out with the rules of mediation, and the agreements to sign. I sign easily, She balks, but signs it finally. One of the relevant terms is that we agree to not file any other legal paperwork. We would come to an agreement and the mediator would file the final court papers on both of our behalf to get the divorce ordered. The mediator starts asking basic questions. And every question, to either of us, results in my ex launching into an irrelevant topic attempting emotional manipulation of me or him. I quickly resolve to grey rock her directly, and only direct my interactions to the mediator. I do my best to ignore her off topic ramblings, and reply to the mediator when she briefly crossed relevancy like someone falling from a tree and briefly being stopped by various branches on the way down. The peak was when she literally crawled on top of the big table to stick her face in mine to "force me" to see her and engage in her ranting. The mediator called it quits at that point. He reminded her of the rules she agreed to, gave us homework to fill out, and had us schedule the next meeting with his clerk, 2 weeks out. 3 days later I get served with a summons to court for a hearing over spousal support. The summons shows the claim my ex made that all I had received from her in 3 months was $130. Oh boy. Not true at all. Not to mention in violation of the mediator terms. I end up on a conference call with the ex and the mediator as he tells her that she needs to withdraw the complaint or mediation can't continue. She adamantly insists that she knows her rights. So the mediator ends his involvement, cuts us refund checks minus time worked so far, and exits stage left. I prepare for the hearing. I print out 3 months of bank statements, and highlight every transfer to her. Every bill paid on her behalf. Every atm withdraw by her card. Over 100 toll bills I received from her just driving through express lane tolls so I got the elevated license plate fee mailed to me. $13,000 and change. "You missed a couple zeros in your complaint" I thought. My final stack of paper was rather thick. So I made and printed an excel spreadsheet summary for the cover sheet. I also looked up the spousal support rules again. It is 40% of the difference between the income goes from the higher paid to the lower paid. Some little wiggle room, but that's it. Simple. She was currently getting up to 72% of my pay once you factored her bills in. This court hearing was a good thing. Not as good as a mediator and fast resolution, but I wasn't likely to end up screwed more here. Not to mention I had some daydreams of her finding out what lying on court documents might do. Court date rolls around. I show up to court, waiting in the hall outside the family law section. She shows up and plops herself next to me to start going off on me again. I try to ignore her. Then to keep from engaging, I start a written transcript of her ranting using the back cover of my paperwork folder. Finally she realized what I'm doing and ends the ranting with: "oh, I guess you are writing what I'm saying so you can make your friends hate me." (They needed no encouragement). She huffs a few seats away and is quiet the rest of the time we waited. The court officer (not a judge, just someone authorized to handle it since it is a simple and clear legal process) finally comes to get us, and we head in. The officer starts the legal speeches, yada yada, then asks my ex if she has anything to add to the complaint. She launches into a rollercoaster speech proclaiming all my bad faults (some of which were real), how mean I was to try to divorce her, and how I obviously didn't need any of the money I made "because he is just going to live somewhere simple and cheap anyway." Yeah, her words. The court officer returns to the present like someone climbing down from the kitchen table after seeing a rat run by. And she asks me if I have anything I'd like to say. She can see the stack of paper, and eyeballs it as she is talking. I hand over the stack, tell the officer that the summary sheet on top should help clear up the financial points in question, and just verbally start going through the items. At each one, my ex interrupts to give a reason why that item shouldn't count. Every. Single. One. The officer keeps asking her to stop interrupting, but to no avail. We finally finish the list. The officer is shaking her head slightly and says: "Mr Yen, this court process is to ensure that both parties are doing the right thing. So all of the" and gestures to encompass the stack of paper, "needs to stop right now. We will garnish your paychecks for the amount specified by law and send that to her instead." I know it's a win. I knew it was going to be. She didn't. She sat there all smug as we get into the calculations. I asked for a couple of adjustments, to keep the amount of her car payment since I cosigned and I wanted to be sure the bill was paid. I expected that she would refuse or overspend on other stuff and be unable to pay it. I didn't want to give her the power to trash my credit. The officer agreed. I then asked to keep the insurance payment amount too, for much the same reason. Also agreed by the officer. My ex continued to be smug. I know she was thrilled at the idea of getting a court check directly. It sure would show me! Everything wrapped up, we got the totals, signed papers, I handed over a check for the first payment, and the officer got up to make copies of everything. I asked the officer if I could wait in another room while she did, and got an agreement with a bit of side eye at my ex. I got my paperwork first, with the officer saying: "it might take a few minutes for her to get her paperwork, but you are free to go." I got the hint and left immediately. I had parked a few streets away anyway, another barrier if she couldn't park near me. I got in my car and immediately called my cell carrier and cancelled her phone. "Does she want to set up her own plan?" "I can't answer that. I am obeying a court order to remove her from my accounts." ,"Okay." And worked down the remaining subscriptions I was paying for that she used. I even had the bills in front of me from court with account numbers and customer service numbers right there. I was done and driving home when she started blowing up my phone with incoming emails demanding to know what I was doing. Then texts from her sister's phone. Then calls. I just grinned and didn't answer any of them. She stopped after an hour or so and gave me a few hours of silence. Then an all caps email with a screen shot of the Netflix inactive account message: "OMG! EVEN NETFLIX!" I admit I giggled. The fallout wasn't over though. A month later after she realized how much less she has from me after "winning" her case, she files an appeal. It is denied due to lack of reason. A month later, she files a complaint that "I wasn't paying her car payment". Just an excuse to get into court. I had been paying it, and I was also pretty confident that even if I hadn't she didn't know how to get into that loan's account (she legally could, just never had cared to learn how). I had a lawyer at this point, and we both go to court. She is going to join by phone. The officer paused before calling and tells my lawyer: "this lady is a piece of work". The validation of that statement will always remain with me. The call goes predictably. My ex makes irrelevant rants. The officer keeps shutting her down. Finally asks my ex for proof that I wasn't paying the car payment ... as she is holding statements and check images proving I had. My ex nearly screams: "I just know he isn't so he can hurt me!" The officer replies: "I am holding proof that he has paid it and is satisfying his legal obligation. The complaint is dismissed. Thank you." And hangs up on my ex. (Divorce took another 10 months, lots more crazy, teaches her newbie lawyer a hard lesson, and I walked away with even less alimony than the spousal support, and only about 60% of the debt. I lost my dogs to her though, my only regret in the outcome. One is certainly past old age limits now, the other is in that range. I still miss them.) submitted by /u/Yen1969 to r/MaliciousCompliance [link] [comments]

TL;DR at bottom This story harkens back to ye olden days when Blockbuster and Hollywood Video were the things to do on a family friendly Friday and cellphones were still something most people didn't really consider necessary aka the 90's. I took a job at a video store near my house. It was a small family owned store with three different branches in town. The job was wonderful! I loved movies and games. It was close to my residence and school. I even got free video rentals and a discount from the sub shop next door. The video store was located in a beautiful old building from the 1920's. It had marble stairs and a really amazing cage elevator that lead up to the storage and employee lounge. The job was perfect for me. The hours were flexible, the pay was decent but the one draw back to this was my supervisor, let's call her Amanda... because that was her name. Seriously, screw Amanda. Amanda was on the older side and seemed to not be content with how her life had turned out. As a result, she took all of her frustrations out on anyone she could... especially those people who she worked with who happened to be younger. If you were a college student like myself, you earned a special extra helping of disdain from her. I mean really, how dare you decide to actually have aspirations of making more than $7.50 an hour? While I'm generally fairly tolerant of people like Amanda, she really went the extra mile to annoy me as much as humanly possible. She was bitter, mean, petty, and did anything and everything she could to just be plain unpleasant. She wasn't even nice to customers. The only upside to this attitude was that she didn't let Karen customers get away with their Karen-ness. I might have been able to take more if she happened to be particularly knowledgable or good at her job. She was neither and only appeared to have the job because of good old nepotism. She was the daughter-in-law of the owner. She knew nothing about movies, or games, or gaming systems, or anything we rented or sold. When a customer had a question, she would pawn them off on another employee. When she had a problem with the computers, who did she call to fix it? Me. When there was a delivery that needed to be checked into the system, who did she call? Me. When stock needed to be dragged up to the stock room? That'd be me again. Any unpleasant task that came up, she would always try to give it to me. Generally, she hid in the back watching tv or talking on the phone (which did tie up the store's land line for literally hours), or doing anything and everything she could to avoid doing her actual job. When I brought up Amanda to Ken, the owner, he simply sighed and gave a pained look and asked me to just try to bare with it and stay out of her way if I could. I got the distinct impression that Ken didn't much care for her either but she was his daughter-in-law. He did his best to try to make sure I wasn't scheduled to work with her but at least once a week, I had to work with this paragon of kindness and light. One day, I was on the phone with a customer discussing the late fees on their account when Amanda wanted to make a call. This resulted in Amanda ripping me a new one in front of an entire store of people, it was a Saturday and we were packed to the rafters. She was yelling so loudly that the woman on the phone asked me if we were being robbed and whether she should call the police. Before I could answer, Amanda yanked the phone out of my hand and slammed it into the cradle, "You are never ever to be on that phone, you understand me?" While I was desperately aching to head butt her, I bit my tongue, took a deep breath, counted to ten. When that didn't work, I counted to twenty, then fifty. Instead of telling her I hoped that she'd be ravaged by rabid wolverines, I simply smiled and said, "Alright." This seemed to annoy her even more than if I'd gotten angry. She stormed back to the office and I took a stream of customers, all of whom asked me if I was okay and one offered suggestions on how to dispose of a body. I appreciated the suggestions but I had plenty of my own ideas and while evisceration with a pair of rusty safety scissor's might be a fulfilling immediate solution, it probably wasn't good for my lifetime goals, unless those goals involved a jail cell and becoming overly acquainted by a thick woman with one eye-brow named Big Betty. Instead, I checked it off in my big book of voodoo curses and hoped I would have a chance to pay Amanda back for her thoughtful gesture of embarrassing me in front of half of the metropolitan area. Still, there were a few more pieces to be laid out for my malicious compliance and Amanda wouldn't disappoint me. The next piece came, perhaps a month later. I had been at work for about seven hours of my nine hour shift and had only seen Amanda once and that had been when she left the store. Considering I only had two hours left of my shift and hadn't yet taken a break, I really needed to go to the bathroom. I told my co-worker I was heading to the restroom. This was however, apparently, not in keeping with Amanda's view for the universe. She actually began to bang and kick the bathroom door demanding I come out. I took my time, washed my hands, adjusted my hair, and calmly walked out of the bathroom. While she began to scream, I ignored her and walked up to the front of the store and took the cart of movies to be reshelved. She grabbed the front of the cart and swiped the movies off of the top. She then informed me of my questionable parentage, told me that I liked to passionately hug mothers, and that I was a female dog. Really, I had no idea about any of these things about myself. I thought all that time that I was just your regular everyday college student. I could have probably gotten on television if I had known how unique I was sooner. Amanda told me that under no uncertain terms was I to ever leave the floor while I was on the clock. Again, I summoned an inner calm that would have made Gandhi proud. I forced a smile and nodded, "Alright." While I seemed calm on the outside, I had made up my mind that I would have my chance. No matter how small, I would have my moment. That shining moment came on a lazy and blissfully quiet morning. As it was a morning, it would just be me and Amanda, hopefully she would stay in the office and I wouldn't have to deal with her at all. When I came in, there were workmen in the back working on the elevator. One of the guys came up and told me that he needed a part and he would be back tomorrow to finish up the work. Annoying as I would now have to schlep armfuls of heavy tapes up the stairs but it wasn't the end of the world. The light of my life arrived a few hours later without a word to anyone. I stood at the front putting 'BE KIND REWIND' stickers on a batch of new arrivals when I noticed Amanda through the back door getting into the elevator. After the man told me that he needed a part, it didn't even occur to me that the elevator had the power on and I had a moment of amusement at thinking that Amanda was going to have to take the hated stairs. She was, above all, lazy. However, it seemed the elevator did indeed have power and worked. At least it worked just enough to go half a floor and then stop. It was just close enough to the upper floor that climbing out onto that floor was impossible and just far enough from the lower floor that climbing out was impossible. I couldn't believe my eyes. Malicious Compliance Activated! I couldn't entirely see Amanda as she tried to open the door and get out but I could hear her. The sounds of frustration increased until I heard the most beautiful sound I ever heard. Amanda: OP! A slow smile, reminiscent of the Grinch, curved my lips. I walked to the very edge of the sales floor and called out. "Yes?" Amanda: The elevator is stuck, can you open the door from your side? Me: I don't know, I can't see it from here. Amanda huffed in annoyance. Amanda: Well get over here and try to open it. Me: I can't do that Amanda. Amanda: Why the not? Me: I'm not allowed to leave the floor while I'm on the clock under any circumstances. Amanda: Are you kidding me?! Me: You said it yourself. Since I value my job, I can't possibly go against orders. A stream of curses came from the locked and stuck elevator. I'm pretty sure I'm still not old enough for all of the things I heard that day. Amanda: Call maintenance, the number should be in the office. Trying to sound as innocent and sympathetic as I could possibly manage while also trying not to burst out laughing: I can't do that either, I'd have to leave the floor to go to the office. Amanda: You think you're real funny don't you? Me: I don't know what you mean. Amanda: Call Ken then. I know you know his number. Me: Well I would but I'm not allowed to use the phone, remember? Amazingly, there were no curses. There were no screams. There was not even one word telling me that my parents were never married. It was silent. I think for the first time she realized that she might actually be in a little trouble. She was stuck in a position entirely of her own making with no way out of it for the foreseeable future. Amanda: Op, please? Just get me out of here. Me: I'm sorry Amanda, I'm just following orders. All pretence of niceness was dropped as she proceeded to inform me of all of my imagined faults and those of my parents, friends, and any other relations I might have or think to have in the future. Then she sealed her fate, she yelled at me that I was fired. In truth, I really only planned on letting her stew for a few minutes but after that? Nah. Me: I'm fired? Okay, then I guess I'll head home. Oh, I should also let you know that Bill called and said he'd be in at seven instead of five. He has to pick up his brother from the airport. So... I guess you'll be in there for a while yet. I hope you've got a book or some thing. Amanda: What?!?! You ! How the do you think you can do this to me? When I get out of here, I'm going come you in your you !!! Me: Wow. Okay, yeah. Have fun with that, have a good one. I'll leave my name tag and shirt on the front desk. Amanda: WAIT! Me: Bye. Amanda: WAIT! Me: Don't worry, I'll lock up on my way out and I'll put up a sign so people will know we're closed. Amanda: OP WAIT! I DIDN'T MEAN IT! COME BACK! I walked up front, wrote out a sign that we were closed until seven pm due to unforeseen circumstances. The very last thing I heard from Amanda before I opened the door was, "BUT I HAVE TO PEE!" Still snickering to myself, I locked the door and drove the forty-five minutes out to Ken's house to let him know the shop was closed. Could I have gone the five minutes to my house and called? Sure I could. Did I? Nope. Ken seemed a bit surprised to see me there. Ken: I thought you were working today. Me: Oh, I was but Amanda fired me. Ken: She's not allowed to do that. All hiring and firing goes through me, she knows that. Don't worry, I'll call her. I think maybe it's time to talk to my son about her. I can't keep her on with her acting like this. Me: I don't think she'll be able to answer the phone. Ken gave me a long sharp look as I tried very hard not to smile. Then I gave up entirely and just smiled broadly back at him. Ken: Op? Me: Yes? Ken: What did you do? Me: Me? I didn't do a thing, I only followed her orders. Ken leaned down to meet me eye to eye. Ken: What happened? I gave him the full tale from her telling me that I couldn't use the phone under any circumstances to her telling me that I wasn't allowed to leave the sales floor when I was on the clock. Then I told him about her being stuck in the elevator. Ken: You didn't tell her the elevator was broken? Me: I didn't even realize it had power. Ken just stood there looking at me gobsmacked and then started laughing. "I should really go let her out." He paused for a minute and looked down at his dirty hands and clothes, then up at me. Ken: But I really shouldn't leave those flowers half planted and then I should probably take a shower. I don't want to make that drive covered in dirt. Me: Oh of course not. You've got a really nice car and it'd be a lot of work to get that much dirt out of your seats and carpet. Do you need some help with the planting? Ken nodded solemnly back at me and gave another chuckle. It took probably another hour to finish planting the flowers. Ken told me I'd be paid for the day and sent me home with assurances that I did indeed still have a job and that he would deal with Amanda. I fully enjoyed the rest of my half day off. I did hear from Bill that when he got there the elevator repair guy had just arrived and that Amanda ended up spending about five hours stuck in the elevator. After that day, I only ever saw her one more time. She glared daggers at me as I waved happily to her as she carried a bag of her things out to her car. Whenever I think about it, I still get a little smile on my face. Besides, I only did what she told me to. TL;DR Sucky manager suffered being trapped for five hours because of her poor life choices. ​ submitted by /u/QuixiQuirk to r/MaliciousCompliance [link] [comments]

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Hello. I purchased a relatively cheap dog seat cover from Amazon about two years ago, and my dog (who is rough on them) has all but destroyed it. This is the one I bought: https://smile.amazon.com/gp/product/B077TH7M65/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_search_asin_title?ie=UTF8&psc=1 I'd like to replace it with something similar but more durable. I've seen these recommended: https://ruffwear.com/products/dirtbag-dog-seat-cover and I've also seen the Duluth Trading fire hose seat covers recommended, but those won't work because I have a bench, not bucket seats. Does anyone have any suggestions that are particularly durable? I'm open to DIY solutions as well. submitted by /u/www_creedthoughts to r/BuyItForLife [link] [comments]

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My mom and my grandma have never really gotten along well. In fact, it might be appropriate to say that my grandma even hated my mom before I was born. All through the earliest years of my childhood, grandma spoiled me, but I didn’t know that she did it against my parents’ wishes. There has always been some kind of conflict between my mom and grandma, ever since she met my dad. Anyway, recently, my grandma has lost pretty much all control over her bathroom habits. She will shit herself at any moment, regardless of where we are (Christmas dinner, family trip to Orlando, at my middle school concert). We know it’s not her fault, but it makes us angry because she never tells anyone about it and leaves it for us to clean up. On the rare attempt she does clean it herself, she uses our HAND TOWELS and then hangs them back up. Either way, the bathroom is a mess for the next unsuspecting person who just really needs to pee. I’ve found human shit on the floor at least 90 percent of the times she’s visited over the past couple years. So here’s the conflict. My grandma is staying with us for 4 days while my dad is at camp with his friends. I know she’s going to leave our bathrooms a mess, it’s inevitable. But my mom recently purchased her dream truck. She loves that thing so much, and it makes her super happy. We have to drive my grandma an hour and a half away to our camp, and my mom is super worried about my grandma shitting in her truck. Seeing as my grandma doesn’t like my mom, she definitely wouldn’t try to stop it. So I want to cover the truck seats with something, maybe old towels (all of them so she doesn’t feel singled out) and then sneak dog potty pads underneath her seat. That way, if she shits in my mom’s truck, it’s contained. My dad is PISSED that we would do that to his mom, but he’s never the one to clean up her shit explosions when they happen, and he doesn’t even try to get her to at least tell us when she has an accident. I can see how it would be embarrassing for her, but my mom doesn’t deserve to have her truck shit all over. So WIBTA for putting a covering over her seat to catch any messes? EDIT: My mom is in support of some sort of cover- she doesn’t really want shit all over her truck seats either, and has been venting to me about having to drive her around. Sorry for the lack of clarity! submitted by /u/retrohobbit1 to r/AmItheAsshole [link] [comments]

My sister and her family have a couple dogs and last week they lost one. Their Golden retriever Cairo. He just disappeared one afternoon and they weren't sure what happened to him. Tried looking around the neighborhood but he was nowhere to be seen. Anyways, I was on my way back home from the gym yesterday when I saw a dog that looked like Cairo next to this bench with a guy. I got out and called for him and he came running almost immediately. A bit dirty but otherwise still his good ol' self. Asked the guy if it was his dog and he said he just found him here. Strange thing is that he didn't have his collar but it was definitely him. To make triple sure I took a picture of him and sent it to my sister who also confirmed that this was Cairo and asked me to take him to her house for her. The only problem with that is that I have a rather strict no dog policy in my car. I only got it last year and I had nothing at all to try cover the seats to avoid them getting dirty. So I told my sister I couldn't but said I'd wait for her or her husband there with Cairo till they came. She didn't really like that plan and kept asking me to just take him to their house since they're both at work. I said I didn't mind waiting a bit and the call ended. 5 minutes later she called again asking if I was still there or if I dropped him off. Said no and she hung up. Then after 15 minutes she came, picked him up and left without saying a single word to me. Late last night I guess she finally boiled over and called to complain about what a shitty guy I am for making her leave work to get Cairo when I could've just dropped him off causing a big inconvenience for no reason. I honestly didn't mind waiting for however long till either of them came but Cairo in my car was a definite no. AITA? submitted by /u/CompetitiveBrother92 to r/AmItheAsshole [link] [comments]

UPDATE: I just spoke to a very nice police woman, and as soon as I mentioned the window smasher’s name, she immediately knew who I was talking about. Apparently Smashy McWindows makes a habit of making big scenes in public and has called the police/had the police called on her many times in the last few months. This is the first time the officer was aware of her doing any serious damage during an outburst. She said I could press charges against Smashy for vandalism and breaking and entering into a vehicle. Apparently, it doesn’t matter what her intentions were if she was preparing to break into my car, it’s still a misdemeanor she can be charged with. Also, when I mentioned leaving the car idling, she laughed at me for even worrying about it. I guess it’s not something they enforce on the regular. Thank you for all the great advice and especially thank you to you guys who encouraged me to go to the police. I feel a thousand times better about the whole situation now that I know she’s just genuinely crazy and looking for attention. Well, she’s got it now! ——— This was about a week or so ago, right when it started getting really hot. I went into a craft store to pick up some clearance stuff I missed the day before, right next to the register and I could not have been away from my car more than 10 minutes. I left my dog with the car on and unlocked, ac on full blast, and water on the floor. Didn’t leave a note but I didn’t think I would have to since I left my car ON. Not just the battery, the engine was ON and it was blowing cold air. I wasn’t worried about anyone stealing him or the car because I know the area really well, besides my dog is quite intimidating and I was only gone a couple minutes. I walk outside and hear this young girl (early 20s?) saying “it’s too hot!! It’s dangerous!” to another older lady. And notice she’s talking about my dog, who is sitting in the front seat of my car barking like crazy. He’s clearly upset, scared and the back passenger window of my car is cracked. I realized this girl was in hysterics because she couldn’t break my window and free my (TOTALLY FINE) dog. I think I got outside just before she called the police. I confronted her about it and she went nuts on me about leaving my dog in the heat. Didn’t apologize or anything just lectured about the heat. I tried to explain that he was comfortable but she wasn’t having it, she said it was her responsibility to save him (I get it but try the door handle first next time? Or just let the police handle it) What are my options? I have her first and last name but that’s all I got before she got too mad and just left yelling. I didn’t get the other lady’s name. Should I get a lawyer to try and contact her? This happened in PA but my insurance is in IL. Edit: made a mistake, Insurance says they won’t cover it as my plan only covers liability and collision damage Edit 2: I now know it is illegal in Pennsylvania to leave the car idling, but I did a google search and from what I understand it‘s only illegal to keep a pet in a parked car in dangerous conditions i.e. extreme heat or cold. My dog was air conditioned and comfortable. Pennsylvania, however, does not have protections for good samaritans helping “abandoned” pets in parked cars, so from what I understand it was illegal for her to damage my window? It’s probably also cheaper to just get the window fixed, but I’m reasonably certain as to who this girl is and I would prefer to do something about it if only for the fact that my dog won’t get in the car anymore and I want some kind of retribution so she understands what she did was harmful and she doesn’t go around doing this kind of thing again, or thinking she did some great thing. She scared my dog to death smashing on the window and he doesn’t even want car rides anymore. I guess my main question is, who do I contact, police or lawyer? Edit 3: I am not asking about whether I should have left my dog in the car or not. I’m aware of the risks and I will never be doing it again, if I can even convince him to get in the car again in the first place. Please stop telling me I shouldn’t have left him in the car. I’m 100% aware of my dog’s temperature limitations and there will be no more car rides while I run errands. However, I now have a broken car window and a traumatized dog because a girl in a parking lot overreacted and didn’t try my door handle. Do I have any legal recourse? Final edit: I’m going to file a police report about the damage in the morning, just in case anything comes of it. Thank you for the advice! One more edit: I’m also a woman, not sure why that’s so important. submitted by /u/doofwars to r/legaladvice [link] [comments]

You know puke is imminent and when it comes you will be stuck marinating in it's stank in an enclosed area until you get home and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. All you can do is let it happen and hope they direct it towards an easily cleanable area. Sadly, my hopes were dashed and rather than barf on either of the weatherproof floor mats in the back, which could have easily just been hosed off in the yard, Rosie decided to go for maximum coverage and was kind enough to let it out right on the carpeted hump in the middle so it oozed down both sides, allowing the outside of said weatherproof floor mats to direct the flow under both front seats simultaneously. I mean I have to give her some credit, if there was a contest for covering the most square footage of a car interior with dog puke, she totally would have taken the trophy. Unfortunately that is not the case and now I have to light my car on fire in the driveway and burn it to the frame because that would be a hell of a lot easier than cleaning it at this point. But it's a fair trade. I can't be mad at this face. https://i.imgur.com/cPifMbL.jpg submitted by /u/ExCorporateZombie to r/dogs [link] [comments]