Spinning Reel

I need to buy another fishing reel. I figure since you guys know everything I'd check your advice. I have a 6'6" medium heavy Ugly Stick to put it on. I had a 5000 Sharky III on it and it was perfect, but I brought it out to Maryland on a plane and left it with my son. That reel only cost me $70. It was perfect on the Ugly Stick. That was the heaviest rig I owned. I might get another Shrky III. ...

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... Staal VS200BX2F Fast Bail-less Surf Spinning Reel $950 Place Offer *All offers...

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... Lady Luck (lights up, reel keeps spinning) 2 Bow and Arrow (1...

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Our speckled trout/red drum rods have Daiwa BG and our boat rods have Penn Spinfisher. Aways used in salt water and rinsed back at the house. Never had an issue.

... is a reel mower since it slices the grass like scissors instead of a spinning blade..../surgeon). He buys six new reel mowers from a hardware store ... a twig would stop one reel leaving a streak. Finally all ...

Amazon [amazon.com] has 32" 1-Pice Ugly Stik Carbon Ice Spinning Rod and Reel Combos (2-6 lb Line Rating) from for $29.80. Shipping is free w/ Prime or on $35+.

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... 36" Ugly Stik Dock Runner Spinning Reel and Fishing Rod Combo -... paired with a 30 size spinning reel that comes pre-spooled with 6... EVA grips with twist lock reel seats Ugly Tech construction with...

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I’m guessing tension on the line when spooling but thought I would seek advice from you fine folk. submitted by /u/DaddyO1701 to r/FishingForBeginners [link] [comments]

How long did everyone fish with a spinning reel before switching to a baitcaster? submitted by /u/ELJOHNLom to r/FishingForBeginners [link] [comments]

I am not The OOP, OOP is u/limberlovemuscle Me [26M] with my wife [25F] all together 5 years I saw what looks to be a picture of my wife on my friends phone, the picture was nude Originally posted to r/AdviceAnimals r/tifu & relationships Eidtors Note: OOP's original post was removed from tifu only because it wasnt OOP's fuck up TRIGGER WARNING: Stealing nude images, harassment and violent threats Original Post Jan 13, 2016 TIFU THREAD - TIFU: By looking at my friends phone RELATIONSHIPS THREAD We were sitting on the couch drinking a few beers watching DVR reruns of the twilight zone. Its my day off and my friend got kicked out of his house about a month ago by his girlfriend, as far as I know he did nothing wrong. He's been sleeping in a hotel and my wife and I offered to let him stay at our apartment for a few weeks until he can find a place of his own. Anyway we are sitting on the couch and he runs out of beer and gets up to go to my kitchen to get another. He puts his phone face down on the couch. I shouldn't have but I picked it up to look at it. He was looking at a picture of my wife... naked. I'm almost certain its her. I got really uncomfortable at the thought that he's browsing his phone looking at a pic of my naked wife right fucking next to me. I quickly put down the phone where he had it and I locked the screen to be safe. When he came back I went to my bedroom to type this. Guys what do I do. Tons of thoughts are swimming through my head. Please help I dont want to do anything I regret. TL;DR: Found a nude picture of my wife on my friends phone, who is currently living with us after getting kicked out by his girlfriend. EDIT: I have been advised to keep quiet until I know that without a doubt he has a nude picture of my wife on his phone. I need to see it again to be certain. I dont know how to do it though. STUFF TO KNOW: I told my wife that my friend, our mutual friend has been staying in a hotel for a few weeks after he got kicked out, we both decided to let him stay here for a few weeks until he gets a new place. I didnt get a long enough look at the picture, to say weather or not its my wife with 100% certainty. There was no face in the picture. I do not want to go around throwing out accusations. UPDATE: My wife will be home from work in an hour 45. My friend is currently working on something in the room he's staying in(not sure what). Im in my room, reading the comments. Im going to text my wife something mundane, and see if she responds. I am not going to bring anything up I just wana see if she'll say something back. Im thinking of a few excuses to see my friends phone, if you have a good one let me know. UPDATE 2: I was given the idea to tell him I cant find my phone and ask him to call it. He was reluctant about letting me use his phone, this is where Im worried, if he has nothing to hide why wont he let me see the phone, I dont know maybe hes really protective. He said "just walk around the apartment and and Ill keep calling it until you find it." I didnt want him to think I was suspicious so I agreed. I told him I found it and ended it there. He's going to work soon so i need to get to his phone soon. UPDATE 3: Friend has gone to work, Wife will be home in 15-20 mins. Still haven't been able to see the picture. Should I ask my wife anything when she gets home? She didnt respond to my mundane text I forgot to mention that. UPDATE 4: For those that were wondering, from what I remember the picture was a woman presumedly laying down with her shirt open, she had large breasts, which my wife also does, thats all I remember because after I picked it up I got a sick feeling in my stomach and locked it then put it down. If I could see it again I could pinpoint for sure if its her or not. Now onto the update, she left her phone at work.... Im worried. This has got my head spinning in all sorts of ways, I prodded just a bit and asked why she left it, she said she just forgot. Guys, holy shit im nervous. My friend is at work I cant check his phone my wife's phone is at work. FUCK. I dont know what to do. Im going to stay as calm as possible and not give anything away. Is this a sign she's hiding something. I really dont want to assume the worst, I just need to calm down for a bit. Goddammit am I craving some Vicodin again. I use to be addicted to it and the urge is back but I know I cant do it. Just to be safe I called her phone and it did ring the full 30 seconds or so. Im trying to slyly deduce whats going on. Ill update when I have more. UPDATE 5: My wife is going to the gym, she'll be back in an hour. I feel so bad, I feel like im going behind her back. I love this woman to death and dont know what I'd do with out her. I keep being told to confront my wife or to confront my friend, which should I do. I'm not going to accuse them at all that would be wrong, so I might just let this play out little by little. UPDATE 6: Final update for tonight, so far my post has been removed several times and I promised I would tell you guys what was going on. My wife hasn't come home from the gym yet still no phone. I am angry and very stressed Im going to bed guys. I hope I haven't failed you people. Please dont hate me. UPDATE 7: So last night I had a pretty mean headache, I'll get them when im really stressed, and I decided to call it a night. My wife got home soon after and walked into our room, when she turned the light on she saw me laying down, she apologized and turned the light back off, she asked me why I was laying down. I just told her I was stressed and she sat down on the bed next to me and asked me what was up. I just said 'you know work' and left it there she said ok then kissed me on the forehead and asked me if I needed anything I told her I was alright, and I fell asleep not too long after our conversation. I woke up in the middle of the night, I was having trouble sleeping, and I walked into the living room, on the balcony was my friend having a smoke, and I started feeling really angry and wanted to go out there and confront him, but I knew i needed to stay calm I walked out onto the balcony and we made small talk for a bit while he finished his cigarette. It was silent for a bit and I asked him why he was kicked out of his GF's house. "Like I told you before dude. Im really not sure, she just did, You know, I didnt do anything." It felt like such a lie, I just really wasn't thinking about it the first time. Im sure he's hiding something, he said it with such a disregard for the question, kinda like when your parents would catch you doing something and they would ask you what was going on and you would say, "Uhhhh, nothing." We said our goodbyes Exactly like that. I didn't question him any further for fear he might think I was trying to get something out of him, we talked for a bit longer about nothing important. I told him I was still pretty tired so I wanted to go back to sleep, he said goodnight and I went back to bed, I couldn't sleep though I was tossing and turning troubled by the thought of something being up. I got up a while later to go to the gym, from there I go to work, and I had an idea. I was going to sneak into his room and get his phone and look at it, the only problem being his door was locked. I went to the gym, but didn't do much because I felt so discouraged. I got to work, where I currently am now, and decided I would use the advice I was given and check the message history through our service provider, that was tough to do because I had trouble remembering our account info but I got it all sorted. When I looked at the message logs I felt like again Im betraying my wife. So I texted her. No answer. She must have not have gotten her phone yet.I waited a while until I felt my phone vibrate. Her: "Sorry babe got my phone back, whats up?" Me: "Just wanted to see how you were doing, sorry we didnt talk last night I was really stressed." Her: "Its ok, kissing emoji" Me: "I got a question though. Do you know why (enter name here) was kicked out of (enter name here) house?" No response. That was a few hours ago to. So Im still waiting hoping that she'll answer because im having a bit of an anxiety attack. I gave in and checked the phone logs. There were a bunch of messages back and fourth between her and myself, her and her mother, her and a few of her friends, and lastly her and the the guy who is staying with us. Nothing incriminating (I need to fix this because I messed up what I was saying) i assume this was the message because it was sent to me at the same time as my friend. only her asking him if he wanted her to pick up something for dinner, which she also sent me. Sorry for anyone one who read it the first time and was confused, thank you for the redditors who pointed it out. So honestly guys nothing major yet. Ill update if she texts back and if I have more to tell. I have a few more ideas of stuff I can do but like I said im not going to accuse until I have absolute proof, I still do not think my wife is cheating I just wana know whats going on. I get off work in about an hour. Final Update Jan 17, 2016 (4 days later) FINAL UPDATE: Let me start off by apologizing for taking so long to finally write this post, when shit hits the fan it gets everywhere and takes a while to clean up, so thank you all for your patience. Alright after my last update I headed home, I was finally going to man up and ask my friend about what I saw on his phone. When I walked in the front door, put my stuff down and headed towards his room. I walked past the bathroom and heard the shower so I figured he was in it so I'd wait for him, I went into his room and right fucking there on the bed next to his bag and jacket is his fucking phone! My stomach dropped again because I knew there was no going back I was going to pick up his phone and figure out what is going on once and for all. His phone had a passcode on it but that was really easy to guess, I tried the '1234' then the reverse and after about 4 or so guesses it turned out to be the year he was born, anyway I went to his photo reel and opened it. I scrolled through a few pics of different things and then I finally landed on it. FUCK. I recognized the shirt and the room it was taken in, she took it, that is a picture that she took, here in our apartment of her upper body. That was my wife, and my friend had the picture of her on his phone. I got really really angry, I couldnt hold it back and I walked over to the door of the bathroom and started banging on it like a mad man. Im yelling his name telling him to get out here. The water goes off and hes yelling out to me asking what I want and I kept saying over and over to open the damn door. He finally does and hes putting on his pants, "What the fuck do you want man, Im getting ready for work." Thats when I dropped the question. "Why the hell, do you have a naked picture of my fucking wife on your phone." His eyes were huge and he just started stammering, so I asked him again but with more force. "why the fuck do you have a naked picture of my wife on your phone (insert name here.)" He was trying to speak but kept stuttering and put up his hands to try and calm me down. I wasn't going to hit him but man I really wanted to. He just kept saying "wait" over and over. He gained his composure and I swear to god he says "I know your mad," I cut him off yelling "no shit" at the top of my lungs. "Did my wife send you this?" I asked over and over, I was just so incredibly angry. He finally tells me ''no'' and explains what happened. This scumbag piece of shit stole the fucking picture. From my goddamn phone! I dont even know how, but apparently icloud does bullshit like this where it stores your photos even after being deleted. (which reminds how do I disable that and get rid of the pictures.) Anyway he went to my phone and sent it to himself then deleted the message. I cant believe I fucking missed it when I read the phone thing, I didn't even think my texts would be relevant so I ignored them. I asked him if he had anymore and he swore to god he didnt he only had the one, and wanst going to do anything with it. (well not anymore I deleted it) He started apologizing over and over and well I didnt give a fuck. I told him to leave. To get all of his stuff and leave, and that I didnt want to see him again. If he came back he would regret it. different stuff like that. I texted my wife I needed to talk to her ASAP but she again didnt respond. Which is because her phone was dead, not because she was hiding something. My wife got home like 45 mins or so after the son of a bitch left and when she got in I calmly asked if I could talk to her, she said yes, and then asked if she could plug in her phone real quick since it died at work. She didnt take long and it gave me enough time to think of what I wanted to say clearly. She came in sat down and I started talking. Actually you know what fuck it his name is Hayden fuck that dude I dont care enough to keep his name safe. "Hayden had nude pictures of you on his phone." I wasnt going to accuse I just wanted to tell her and see how she would react. She had a very confused look on her face but the one where you say "WHAT." really sternly. I explained to her all that went down with Hayden and I. She was so angry almost as much as I was, she looked like she wanted to cry and that made me want to cry. She kept asking where he was and what happened, I told her I deleted the pic off his phone when I had it, and kicked him out, she was asking if he had any others, i told her what he told me she doesn't believe that to be truth though, also if there there were legal repercussions for what he did and I told her we would check it out. Secondly I wanted to be open and honest with her, I didnt wana hide anything. I explained what happened over the past day and a half about the first time seeing it and being worried because I recognized it but wasn't 100% it was her, and how I started getting really anxious worried that something went wrong in our marriage and that I drove her away and all these fears, she sat close to me and we held each other, I was in tears over this emotional rollercoaster, I was so stressed, worried, sad, and angry at the same time that it all started coming out. She held me really tight and told me I was a good husband and reassured me that I was good after a bunch of bad shit that went down in our past. She could tell I was so worried and hurt, and she just was there for me. We both just needed to cry I guess, its cathartic and really helped. I dont know what I would do with out that woman, I love her to death. I was really tired and after our breakdowns we didnt feel much like doing anything so we laid down most of the day talking about what we were guna do to fix our situation. I went over to Haydens ex's house and asked her why she kicked him out and explained the situation with him having a pic of my wife on his phone. Turns out the mother fucker cheated on her. I was disgusted, I never expected him to do that, but after what went on it didn't hit me as hard as I thought it would. She was pretty disgusted with Haydens behavior and told me a lot of stuff I never knew about him, it was really uncomfortable to hear but she needed to vent. I went to a law office close to us and asked around about the legal repercussions of stealing someones photos. They gave me a number of different options that im going to bring up to my wife, the biggest one that I see working is a law suit. When I got home my wife showed me a bunch of texts she received from Hayden,(he sent me a few that I ignored) he was more than likely drunk because the texts were so hard to understand, he kept apologizing and would send one every 10 minutes and it was getting annoying. So she turned off her phone the rest of the day was quiet until he came to our door and started begging us to forgive him, I felt really bad, this dude was sorry, drunk, probably didnt go to work, and tired. I told him he needed to leave us alone and we would get in touch with him later, he was ok with that. Im not sure where he went but im assuming it was a hotel or possibly another friends house. Before you ask he didnt drive to our apartment he took and uber thing. He started pestering us more and this time was getting a bit violent, with threats and different things, this guy was acting like such a fucking scumbag, I tried to be nice but now hes trying to play innocent while threatening us with some of his "I didnt do anything wrong, dont tell anyone or ill fuck you up." FUCK HAYDEN Seriously, He was really pissing me off, wouldn't stop calling us. My wife was worried that he would come over and try and make good on his threats so I stayed with her the entire day mildly worried myself. We both decided we are going to press charges now because of how immature he is being and even threatening us, I thought we could handle this like adults but, now he's bringing it on himself. I want this all to be over. Im tired and want things done, but it'll come in time. Thank you guys for being there for me on this crazy journey. It really means a lot that strangers on the internet want to help me with my problems. I needed a place to vent and validate my suspicions and just feel like people had my back if it all went down hill. Thank you so much you people mean a whole lot. Aside for the occasional death threats and just weird stuff, I appreciate the messages you would send me so I felt like I wasn't alone. Thank you reddit. -/u/limberlovemuscle Also one final thing. Fuck Hayden FINAL COMMENTS gfuller23 - Jan 28, 2016 (11 days later) How's the progress going on pressing charges? Is he still around and making threats? OOP He stopped and we have a lawyer working on our case THIS IS A REPOST SUB - I AM NOT THE OOP DO NOT CONTACT THE OOP's OR COMMENT ON LINKED POSTS, REMEMBER - RULE 7 submitted by /u/Direct-Caterpillar77 to r/BestofRedditorUpdates [link] [comments]

Hey all! Looking for a new spinning reel. Not ready to make the financial switch to casting. Save that for another season. Looking for recommendations in the under $140 range. General use, freshwater, braided line in the 15-20lb range. Bass and snakehead main appeal. More river fishing than lake. Unlike some friends I like to play with my drag settings. But I'm not knowledgeable enough to have a dedicated style reel nor do I understand how to consider retrieval rates when shopping. Bonus if you like a reel with a specific rod! submitted by /u/stinkeyemcguy to r/Fishing_Gear [link] [comments]

This is a Daiwa Regal 3000 that I bought new a few months ago. This issue started happening a few weeks ago. Most of the time the drag works perfectly fine, but every once in a while the drag will slip as shown in the video. Usually if I turn the drag down and pull some line it will start working again. Other times I have to completely unscrew the drag knob and then screw it all the way back on and it will work again. I don’t think the braided line is slipping on the spool. What else could cause this? The first time it happened it was cold outside (~40F). But in this video it wasn’t very cold out yet it still happened. Having trouble finding any pattern to the issue. Any advice/troubleshooting tips are appreciated! Alternatively, if it’s a defective reel, perhaps I’m better off asking Daiwa (or Cabelas) to repair or replace? submitted by /u/Farmer_Jones to r/Fishing_Gear [link] [comments]

Step 1: Hatching the silkworm eggs (unfortunately, I didn’t save any photos of this stage). Step 2: When they were tiny, I fed them fresh mulberry leaves once a day. Step 3: As they grew bigger, it became twice a day — always with new, fresh leaves. Step 4: By the time they were ready to spin their cocoons, the silkworms basically stopped eating. Step 5: Preparing all the materials for the silk fan. Step 6: As soon as they finished spinning, I had to boil the cocoons and reel the silk right away. If I waited too long, the moths would emerge and break the cocoons, making them unusable for the fan. Honestly… when the time came to boil the cocoons, it was really hard for me. Raising them from eggs with my own hands made it feel almost cruel. But in the end, I turned their silk into this beautiful handmade fan. The luster and shine of the silk is truly breathtaking. Every thread carries the whole journey. ❤️ submitted by /u/Fun_Negotiation6221 to r/crafting [link] [comments]

Been playing slots a long time. Was down (a lot) but randomly caught the three double diamonds on $25 double top dollar. Happened at TI. Thankful Edit: thank you all for the congratulations and questions. It was a fun trip. In no way was this meant to be about the money - straight up I’m a lifetime gambling loser- I just wanted to share the three double diamonds. I love old school slots and this was the first time I’ve seen that in person, let alone be the guy to hit it. Been doing this a long time. Gamble responsibly - I certainly didn’t this time and got super lucky but one day it’s really going to bite my ass. Thanks! Fred submitted by /u/NotWhoYouThink333 to r/vegas [link] [comments]

I'm in the market for a new 2500 size spinning reel after my first gen Shimano Nasci decided to jump off the kayak the other day. I thought about just picking up the latest iteration of the Nasci but the colors are good awful in my opinion. Normally reel color wouldn't be that much of an issue but I build and sell custom rods and often use my personal reels in promo pictures so I need something that looks good on almost anything. The last gen all silver Nasci is a good option but I can't find them in stock anywhere. submitted by /u/Traven-Whitburn to r/Fishing_Gear [link] [comments]

5 Beds · 2.5 Baths · 3,654 Sqft · Boulder, CO The concept came from the cones that spin cassette tape: two of them, joined together and made livable. Charles Haertling designed this home in 1976, four years before the Sony Walkman even existed. Haertling was a prolific Colorado architect, and a talented practitioner of an organic-modernist style of architecture. Though initially a regional architectural figure his reputation has grown with the passage of time. Cedar ceilings, curved cabinetry, and diamond skylights punched into the cone face - In this home structure is ornament and ornament is structure. Every room follows the curves and nothing is square. The lot’s not bad either: 9,074 square feet of prime Boulder real estate in the desirable Linden Park neighborhood, with views of both the Flatirons and the foothills. The $398/month HOA covers community amenities like the shared pool and tennis courts directly across the street, plus public spaces and walking trails. The form. The movement. The views. Could you make a life in a house that looks like it belongs on the cover of a coffee table book? 630 Northstar Ct, Boulder, CO $3,690,000 https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/630-Northstar-Ct-Boulder-CO-80304/13176332\_zpid/ submitted by /u/Radiant-Stranger-992 to r/zillowgonewild [link] [comments]

I fish for trout with a spinning reel in the Southeast and my typical setup is a St. Croix 6 ft ultra-light trout rod with a Shimano Ultegra 1000 reel and 4lb Fluorocarbon line. I am used to catching 10-14 inch fish, but I have recently discovered a section of river that is holding dozens of trophy size fish. Don’t waste your time asking me where it is. I found it this weekend and managed to land the above huge rainbow with the above-described set up. In the same weekend with the same set up though, I broke two other fish off. My line had been on the rod for a while and may have been frayed, but tough to tell. I’m struggling to decide whether to stick to my current setup, or step up to a 6 ft 4 inch light action rod with 6lb test. My concern is that size is overkill for smaller fish and I’ll get less bites. Any advice appreciated. submitted by /u/moogiemoogiefly to r/troutfishing [link] [comments]

I dont see the reason in investing in a very expensive spinning reel (other then looks, nice feel, durability) but rather getting a mid range reel like a shimano Sahara with a high end rod, as I find sensitivity more important in freshwater over drag and durability especially if your fishing for smaller fish species such as bass submitted by /u/Epic_QandA to r/Fishing_Gear [link] [comments]

Hey guys just got a new St.Croix spinning rod from Academy on sale for $70, what are some good recommendations for a good spinning reel to throw on it. Preferably under $150 or around there, just for bass fishing ponds and lakes. Thanks for the help! submitted by /u/Sad_Aardvark6109 to r/Fishing_Gear [link] [comments]

I’m looking for a spinning reel and I’ve heard the Pen Persuit IV is good from some people and it’s trash from others, I’m curious if anyone has one of what you would suggest I get instead? submitted by /u/SuccessfulCable6317 to r/FishingForBeginners [link] [comments]

I just got a light rod for my birthday so that I can fish and travel with ease but i’ve yet to get a reel for it. Since it did not cost me anything and it’s rated for 2-6lb I was just looking for the best possible reel in a budget. I know small reels can still get expensive with the multiple bearings and higher quality materials, but is it worth it for such a small combo if i’m just fishing on the weekends? Found this $30 example in Dicks and just wanted to see you guys opinion. Should increase the budget ? submitted by /u/cholysALV to r/Fishing_Gear [link] [comments]

This happened a few years back. I was doing long-haul, mostly cross-country routes, the kind that take you through vast stretches of nothing. You know the ones – where the radio turns to static for hours, and the only sign of life is the occasional pair of headlights going the other way, miles apart. I was young, eager for the miles, the money. Didn’t mind the solitude. Or so I thought. The route I was on took me across a long, desolate stretch of highway that ran between the borders of two large governmental territories. I don’t want to say exactly where, but think big, empty spaces, lots of trees, not much else. It was notorious among drivers for being a dead zone – no signal, no towns for a hundred miles either side, and prone to weird weather. Most guys tried to hit it during daylight, but schedules are schedules. Mine had me crossing it deep in the night. I remember the feeling. Utter blackness outside the sweep of my headlights. The kind of dark that feels like it’s pressing in on the cab. The only sounds were the drone of the diesel engine, the hiss of the air brakes now and then, and the rhythmic thrum of the tires on asphalt. Hypnotic. Too hypnotic. I’d been driving for about ten hours, with a short break a few states back. Coffee was wearing off. The dashboard lights were a dull green glow, comforting in a way, but also making the darkness outside seem even more absolute. My eyelids felt like they had lead weights attached. You fight it, you know? Slap your face, roll down the window for a blast of cold air, crank up whatever music you can find that hasn’t dissolved into static. I was doing all of that. It must have been around 2 or 3 AM. I was in that weird state where you’re not quite asleep, but not fully awake either. Like your brain is running on low power mode. The white lines on the road were starting to blur together, stretching and warping. Standard fatigue stuff. I remember blinking hard, trying to refocus. That’s when I saw it. Or thought I saw it. Just a flicker at the edge of my headlights, on the right shoulder of the road. Small. Low to the ground. For a split second, I registered a shape, vaguely human-like, and then it was gone, swallowed by the darkness as I passed. My first thought? Deer. Or a coyote. Common enough. But it hadn't moved like an animal. It had been upright. My brain, sluggish as it was, tried to process it. Too small for an adult. Too still for an animal startled by a rig. Then the logical part, the part that was still trying to keep me safe on the road, chimed in: You’re tired. Seeing things. Happens. And I almost accepted that. I really did. Shook my head, took a swig of lukewarm water from the bottle beside me. Kept my eyes glued to the road ahead. The image, though, it kind of stuck. A small, upright shape. Like a child. No way, I told myself. Out here? Middle of nowhere? Middle of the night? Impossible. Kids don’t just wander around on inter-territorial highways at 3 AM. It had to be a trick of the light, a bush, my eyes playing games. I’ve seen weirder things born of exhaustion. Shadows that dance, trees that look like figures. It’s part of the job when you’re pushing limits. I drove on for maybe another thirty seconds, the image fading, my rational mind starting to win. Just a figment. Then, I glanced at my passenger-side mirror. Habit. Always checking. And my blood went cold. Not just cold, it felt like it turned to slush. There, illuminated faintly by the red glow of my trailer lights receding into the distance, was the reflection of a small figure. Standing. On the shoulder of the road. Exactly where I’d thought I’d seen something. It wasn’t a bush. It wasn’t a shadow. It was small, and it was definitely standing there, unmoving, as my truck pulled further and further away. My heart started hammering against my ribs. This wasn’t fatigue. This was real. There was someone, something, back there. And it looked tiny. Every instinct screamed at me. Danger. Wrong. Keep going. But another voice, the one that makes us human, I suppose, whispered something else. A kid? Alone out here? What if they’re hurt? Lost? I fought with myself for a few seconds that stretched into an eternity. The image in the mirror was getting smaller, fainter. If I didn’t act now, they’d be lost to the darkness again. God, the thought of leaving a child out there, if that’s what it was… Against my better judgment, against that primal urge to just floor it, I made a decision. I slowed the rig, the air brakes hissing like angry snakes. Pulled over to the shoulder, the truck groaning in protest. Put on my hazards, their rhythmic flashing cutting into the oppressive blackness. Then, I did what you’re never supposed to do with a full trailer on a narrow shoulder. I started to reverse. Slowly. Carefully. My eyes flicking between the mirrors, trying to keep the trailer straight, trying to relocate that tiny figure. The crunch of gravel under the tires sounded unnaturally loud. It took a minute, maybe two, but it felt like an hour. The red glow of my tail lights eventually washed over the spot again. And there it was. A kid. I stopped the truck so my cab was roughly alongside them, maybe ten feet away. Switched on the high beams, hoping to get a better look, and also to make myself clearly visible as just a truck, not something else. The kid was… small. Really small. I’d guess maybe six, seven years old? Hard to tell in the glare. They were just standing there, on the very edge of the gravel shoulder, right where the trees began. The woods pressed in close on this stretch of road, tall, dark pines and dense undergrowth that looked like a solid black wall just beyond the reach of my lights. The kid wasn’t looking at me. They were facing sort of parallel to the road, just… walking. Slowly. Like they were on a stroll, completely oblivious to the massive eighteen-wheeler that had just pulled up beside them, engine rumbling, lights blazing. They were wearing what looked like pajamas. Thin, light-colored pajamas. In the chill of the night. No coat, no shoes that I could see. My mind reeled. This was wrong. So many levels of wrong. I killed the engine. The sudden silence was almost deafening, amplifying the crickets, the rustle of leaves in the woods from a breeze I couldn’t feel in the cab. My heart was still thumping, a weird mix of fear and adrenaline and a dawning sense of responsibility. I rolled down the window. The night air hit me, cold and damp, carrying the scent of pine and wet earth. “Hey!” I called out. My voice sounded hoarse, too loud in the quiet. “Hey, kid!” No response. They just kept walking, one small, bare foot in front of the other, at a pace that was taking them absolutely nowhere fast. Their head was down, slightly. I couldn’t see their face properly. “Kid! Are you okay?” I tried again, louder this time. Slowly, so slowly, the kid stopped. They didn’t turn their head fully, just sort of angled it a fraction, enough that I could see a pale sliver of cheek in the spill of my headlights. Still not looking at me. Still ignoring the multi-ton machine idling beside them. A prickle of unease ran down my spine. Not the normal kind of unease. This was deeper, colder. Animals act weird sometimes, but kids? A lost kid should be scared, relieved, something. This one was… nothing. “What are you doing out here all alone?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, friendly. Like you’re supposed to with a scared kid. Even though this one didn’t seem scared at all. “It’s the middle of the night.” Silence. Just the sound of their bare feet scuffing softly on the gravel as they took another step, then another. As if my presence was a minor inconvenience, a background noise they were choosing to ignore. This wasn’t right. My internal alarm bells were clanging louder now. My hand hovered near the gearstick. Part of me wanted to slam it into drive and get the hell out of there. But the image of this tiny child, alone, possibly in shock… I couldn’t just leave. Could I? “Where are your parents?” I pushed, my voice a bit sharper than I intended. “Are you lost?” Finally, the kid stopped walking completely. They turned their head, just a little more. Still not looking directly at my cab, more towards the front of my truck, into the glare of the headlights. I could see their face a bit better now. Pale. Featureless in the harsh light, like a porcelain doll. Small, dark smudges that might have been eyes. No expression. None. Not fear, not sadness, not relief. Just… blank. An unreadable slate. Then, a voice. Small. Thin. Like the rustle of dry leaves. “Lost.” Just that one word. It hung in the air between us. Relief washed over me, quickly followed by a fresh wave of concern. Okay, lost. That’s something I can deal with. “Okay, kid. Lost is okay. We can fix lost. Where do you live? Where were you going?” The kid finally, slowly, turned their head fully towards my cab. Towards me. I still couldn’t make out much detail in their face. The angle, the light, something was obscuring it, keeping it in a sort of shadowy vagueness despite the headlights. But I could feel their gaze. It wasn't like a normal kid's look. There was a weight to it, an intensity that was deeply unsettling for such a small form. “Home,” the kid said, that same thin, reedy voice. “Trying to get home.” “Right, home. Where is home?” I asked, leaning forward a bit, trying to project reassurance. “Is it near here? Did you wander off from a campsite? A car?” There were no campsites for miles. No broken-down cars on the shoulder. I knew that. The kid didn’t answer that question directly. Instead, they took a small step towards the truck. Then another. My hand tensed on the door handle, ready to open it, to offer… what? A ride? Shelter? I didn’t know. “It’s cold out here,” I said, stating the obvious. “You should get in. We can get you warm, and I can call for help when we get to a spot with a signal.” My CB was useless, just static. My phone had shown ‘No Service’ for the last hour. The kid stopped about five feet from my passenger door. Still in that pale, thin pajama-like outfit. Barefoot on the sharp gravel. They should be shivering, crying. They were doing neither. “Can you help me?” the kid asked. The voice was still small, but there was a different inflection to it now. Less flat. A hint of… something else. Pleading, maybe? “Yeah, of course, I can help you,” I said. “That’s why I stopped. Where are your parents? How did you get here?” The kid tilted their head. A jerky, unnatural little movement. “They’re waiting. At home.” “Okay… And where’s home? Which direction?” I gestured vaguely up and down the empty highway. The kid didn’t point down the road. They made a small, subtle gesture with their head, a little nod, towards the trees. Towards the impenetrable darkness of the woods lining the highway. “In there,” the kid said. My stomach clenched. “In the woods? Your home is in the woods?” “Lost,” the kid repeated, as if that explained everything. “Trying to find the path. It’s dark.” “Yeah, it’s… it’s very dark,” I agreed, my eyes scanning the treeline. It looked like a solid wall of black. No sign of any path, any habitation. Just dense, old-growth forest. The kind of place you could get lost in for days, even in daylight. “Can you… come out?” the kid asked. “Help me look? It’s not far. I just… I can’t see it from here.” Every rational thought in my head screamed NO. Get out of the truck? In the middle of nowhere, in the pitch dark, with this… strange child, who wanted me to go into those woods? No. Absolutely not. But the kid looked so small. So vulnerable. If there was even a tiny chance they were telling the truth, that their house was just a little way in, and they were genuinely lost… “I… I don’t think that’s a good idea, buddy,” I said, trying to sound gentle. “It’s dangerous in there at night. For both of us. Best thing is for you to hop in here with me. We’ll drive until we get a signal, and then we’ll call the police, or the rangers. They can help find your home properly.” The kid just stood there. That blank, unreadable face fixed on me. “But it’s right there,” they insisted, their voice a little more insistent now. “Just a little way. I can almost see it. If you just… step out… the light from your door would help.” My skin was crawling. There was something profoundly wrong with this scenario. The way they were trying to coax me out. The lack of normal emotional response. The pajamas. The bare feet. The woods. I looked closer at the kid, trying to pierce that strange vagueness around their features. My headlights were bright, but it was like they absorbed the light rather than reflected it. Their eyes… I still couldn’t really see their eyes. Just dark hollows. “I really think you should get in the truck,” I said, my voice firmer now. “It’s warmer in here. We can figure it out together.” The kid took another step closer. They were almost at my running board now. “Please?” they said. That reedy voice again. “My leg hurts. I can’t walk much further. If you could just… help me a little. Just to the path.” My internal conflict was raging. My trucker instincts, honed by years of seeing weird stuff and hearing weirder stories at truck stops, were blaring warnings. But the human part, the part that saw a child in distress, was still there, still arguing. I was tired. So damn tired. Maybe I wasn’t thinking straight. Maybe this was all some bizarre misunderstanding. I squinted, trying to see past the kid, towards the treeline they’d indicated. Was there a faint trail I was missing? A flicker of light deep in the woods? No. Nothing. Just blackness. Solid, unyielding blackness. And then I saw it. It wasn’t something I saw clearly at first. It was more like… an anomaly. A disturbance in the darkness behind the kid. The kid was standing with their back mostly to the woods, facing my truck. Behind them, the darkness of the forest was absolute. Or it should have been. But there was something… connected to them. Something that stretched from the small of their back, from under the thin pajama top, and disappeared into the deeper shadows of the trees. At first, I thought it was a trick of the light, a weird shadow cast by my headlights hitting them at an odd angle. Maybe a rope they were dragging? A piece of clothing snagged on a branch? I leaned forward, trying to get a clearer view. The kid was still talking, their voice a low, persistent murmur. “It’s not far… please… just help me… I’m so cold…” But I wasn’t really listening to the words anymore. I was focused on that… that thing behind them. It wasn’t a rope. It wasn’t a shadow. It was… a tube. A long, dark, thick tube. It seemed to emerge directly from the kid’s lower back, impossibly, seamlessly. It was dark matte, like a strip of the night itself given form, and it snaked away from the child, maybe ten, fifteen feet, before disappearing into the inky blackness between two thick pine trunks. It wasn’t rigid; it seemed to have a slight, almost imperceptible flexibility, like a massive, sluggish umbilical cord made of shadow. It didn’t reflect any light from my headlamps. It just… absorbed it. My breath hitched in my throat. My blood, which had been cold before, now felt like it had frozen solid. This wasn’t just wrong. This was… impossible. Unnatural. The kid was still trying to coax me. “Are you going to help me? It’s just there. You’re so close.” My voice, when I finally found it, was barely a whisper. I couldn’t take my eyes off that… appendage. “Kid… what… what is that? Behind you?” The kid flinched. Not a big movement, just a tiny, almost imperceptible tightening of their small frame. Their head, which had been tilted pleadingly, straightened. The blankness on their face seemed to… solidify. “What’s what?” they asked, their voice suddenly devoid of that pleading tone. It was flat again. Colder. “That… that thing,” I stammered, pointing with a shaking finger. “Coming out of your back. Going into the woods. What is that?” The kid didn’t turn to look. They didn’t need to. Their gaze, those dark, unseen eyes, bored into me. “It’s nothing,” they said. The voice was still small, but it had a new edge to it. A hardness. “You’re seeing things. You’re tired.” They were using my own earlier rationalization against me. “No,” I said, my voice gaining a tremor of conviction born of sheer terror. “No, I’m not. I see it. It’s right there. It’s… it’s connected to you.” The kid was silent for a long moment. The only sound was the thumping of my own heart, so loud I was sure they could hear it. The crickets had stopped. The wind seemed to die down. An unnatural stillness fell over the scene. Then, the kid’s face began to change. It wasn’t a dramatic, movie-monster transformation. It was far more subtle, and far more terrifying. The blankness didn’t leave, but it… sharpened. The pale skin seemed to tighten over the bones. The areas where the eyes were, those dark smudges, seemed to deepen, to become more shadowed, more intense. And a flicker of something ancient and utterly alien passed across their features. It wasn't human anger. It was something older, colder, and infinitely more patient, now strained to its limit. The air in my cab suddenly felt thick, heavy, hard to breathe. “Just come out of the truck,” the kid said, and the voice… oh god, the voice. It wasn’t the small, reedy voice of a child anymore. It was deeper. Resonant. With a strange, grating undertone, like stones grinding together. It was coming from that small frame, but it was impossibly large, impossibly old. It vibrated in my chest. “Come out. Now.” The command was absolute. My hand, which had been hovering near the gearstick, now gripped it like a lifeline. My other hand fumbled for the ignition key, which I’d stupidly left in. “What are you?” I choked out, staring at the monstrous thing playing dress-up in a child’s form, at the dark, pulsating tube that was its anchor to the shadows. The kid’s head tilted again, that jerky, unnatural movement. The expression on its face – if you could call it that – was one of pure, unadulterated annoyance. Contempt. Like I was a particularly stupid insect it had failed to swat. And then it spoke, in that same terrible, resonant, grinding voice. The words it said are burned into my memory, colder than any winter night. “Why,” it rasped, the sound seeming to scrape the inside of my skull, “the FUCK are humans smarter now?” That was it. That one sentence. The sheer, cosmic frustration in it. The implication of past encounters, of easier prey. The utter alien nature of it. I didn’t think. I didn’t plan. I reacted. Primal fear, the kind that bypasses all higher brain function, took over. My hand twisted the key. The diesel engine roared back to life, a sudden, violent explosion of sound in the horrifying stillness. The kid, the thing, actually recoiled. A small, jerky step back. The expression – that awful, tightened, ancient look – intensified. I slammed the gearstick into drive. My foot stomped on the accelerator. The truck lurched forward, tires spinning on the gravel for a terrifying second before they bit into the asphalt. I didn’t look at it. I couldn’t. I stared straight ahead, my knuckles white on the steering wheel, the whole cab vibrating around me. The truck surged forward, gaining speed with agonizing slowness. For a horrible moment, I imagined that tube-thing whipping out, trying to snag the trailer, to pull me back, to drag me into those woods. I imagined that small figure, with its ancient, terrible voice, somehow keeping pace. I risked a glance in my driver-side mirror. It was standing there. On the shoulder. Unmoving. The headlights of my departing truck cast its small silhouette into sharp relief. And behind it, the dark tube was still visible, a thick, obscene cord snaking back into the endless night of the forest. It didn't seem to be retracting or moving. It just was. The thing didn’t pursue. It just stood and watched me go. And that, somehow, was almost worse. The sheer confidence. The patience. Like it knew there would be others. Or maybe it was just annoyed that this particular attempt had failed. I drove. I don’t know for how long. I just drove. My foot was welded to the floor. The engine screamed. I watched the speedometer needle climb, far past any legal or safe limit for a rig that size, on a road that dark. I didn’t care. The image of that thing, that child-shape with its dark umbilical to the woods, and that voice, that awful, grinding voice asking its horrifying question, was burned onto the inside of my eyelids. I must have driven for an hour, maybe more, at speeds that should have gotten me killed or arrested, before the adrenaline started to fade, replaced by a bone-deep, shaking exhaustion that was more profound than any fatigue I’d ever known. My hands were trembling so violently I could barely keep the wheel straight. Tears were streaming down my face – not from sadness, but from sheer, unadulterated terror and relief. When the first hint of dawn started to grey the eastern sky, and my phone finally beeped, indicating a single bar of service, I pulled over at the first wide spot I could find. I practically fell out of the cab, vomiting onto the gravel until there was nothing left but dry heaves. I sat there on the cold ground, shaking, for a long time, watching the sun come up, trying to convince myself that it had been a dream, a hallucination brought on by exhaustion. But I knew it wasn’t. The detail of that tube. The voice. The question. You don’t hallucinate something that specific, that coherent, that utterly alien. I never reported it. Who would I report it to? What would I say? "Officer, I saw a little kid who was actually an ancient cosmic horror tethered to the woods by a nightmare umbilical cord, and it got mad because I didn't want to be its dinner?" They’d have locked me up. Breathalyzed me, drug tested me, sent me for a psych eval. I finished that run on autopilot. Dropped the load. Drove my rig back to the yard. And I quit. I told them I was burned out, needed a break. They tried to convince me to stay, offered me different routes, more pay. I just couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that kid, that tube, those woods. Every dark road felt like a trap. I found a local job, something that keeps me home at night. I don’t drive in remote areas anymore if I can help it. Especially not at night. I still have nightmares. Sometimes, when I’m very tired, driving home late from somewhere, I’ll see a flicker at the edge of my vision, on the side of the road, and my heart will try to beat its way out of my chest. I don’t know what that thing was. An alien? A demon? Something else, something that doesn’t fit into our neat little categories? All I know is that it’s out there. And it’s patient. And it seems to have learned that its old tricks aren't as effective as they used to be. "Why the fuck are humans smarter now?" That question haunts me. It implies they weren’t always. It implies that, once upon a time, we were easier. That maybe, just maybe, people like me, tired and alone on dark roads, used to just step out of the cab when asked. And were never seen again. So, if you’re ever driving one of those long, lonely stretches of road, deep in the night, and you see something you can’t explain… Maybe just keep driving. Maybe being “smarter now” means knowing when not to stop. Knowing when to ignore that little voice telling you to help, because what’s asking for help might not be what it seems. Stay safe out there. And for God’s sake, stay on the well-lit roads. submitted by /u/gamalfrank to r/stories [link] [comments]

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I am NOT OOP, OOP is u/the_mystic_rose Originally posted to r/offmychest I caught my fiance hooking up with my sister while I’m pregnant and tomorrow I’m exposing everything at our family gathering Thanks to u/soayherder & u/queenlegolas for suggesting this BoRU Trigger Warnings: infidelity, emotional manipulation, verbal abuse I found out I am pregnant and everything fell apart: January 6, 2025 I never expected life to look like this. Two years ago I was in a different mindset. I was focused on little things. Back then I felt so comfortable in the day to day routine that I overlooked how fragile my future really was. He and I met about three years ago. At first I was not ready for anything too serious. I already had my daughter and was juggling everything alone. But little by little I let my guard down. He seemed so patient and steady, helping me with my little one without having any children of his own . I fell for him slowly, then all at once, trusting that I was finally building the loving family I dreamed of. He encouraged me to stop using protection and birth control, which led to this pregnancy. For example, he would often say things like, "We should think about having a child someday," even saying he considers my daughter as his own and gradually we reduced our use of birth control methods. This pressure made me hopeful about expanding our family, but now I realize that he wasn't genuinely ready or honest about his intentions. His sudden withdrawal has left me feeling manipulated and unprepared for this situation. That was before last month. That was before the positive pregnancy test. When I saw the result I felt a wave of panic and excitement. I wanted to believe he would stand by me, even be happy about the chance to add another piece to our family. But he did not seem happy. He grew silent. He told me he was not actually ready for another child. He was worried about money and our future. He said maybe we should think about "other options." Hearing that felt like a punch in the chest. Now our entire routine is off balance. We barely talk. My daughter has noticed and keeps asking why he is suddenly so sad or quiet. I try to stay calm for her, but my mind is spinning. One moment I am crocheting while she colors, and I glance at him hoping for some sign of warmth, but nothing. He looks away or changes rooms, leaves the house without explaining. The next minute I feel tears spill out. I remember how alone I felt raising my daughter by myself until he came along. Am I back to that? Will I have to do it alone again, only this time with two children? I love him but his distance hurts me more than I can express. The shock of it is unreal. He was the one who used to laugh with me. He used to place a gentle hand on my daughters shoulder when she learned new things for the first time and teaching her. That sweet playful version of him seems to have vanished overnight. I am stuck not only fearing the practical details of a new baby but also grieving the deep sense of safety I once had with him. I keep replaying the moment he told me he did not want another child. I feel betrayed, embarrassed, lonely, and so sad. I do not know how to move forward. He rarely shares what is going on in his head. All I see is a giant wall between us, which might be permanent or might come down only if he decides he wants to let it. I do not have grand answers, just confusion and an endless swirl of questions. My daughter is the light of my life, and I feel guilty for letting my sadness leak into her world. But how do I pretend everything is fine when it is not? How do I plan for a new child when the father is suddenly distant? It is like the ground beneath me is crumbling, and I do not have a safe place to stand. It helps a little to write it all down. Maybe someone will understand. Maybe it will remind someone else they are not alone. Right now I am just hurting, missing a version of my life that I thought was guaranteed. If you made it here, thanks for reading. I hope that, one day, I can share a better update with you. Until then, I am just trying to get through the day without letting the heartbreak swallow me whole. Relevant Comments Commenter 1: Respectfully, if he's told you with his words and actions how he feels. He knows what it's like when they're here from his relationship with your daughter. I wouldn't waste anymore time waiting for him to magically change his attitude. OOP: I understand how it feels to look back and realize we never truly hashed out the details when it mattered, and now everything is up in the air. It hurts even more when the person you trusted decides to withdraw right at the moment you need them to speak and be honest. It is like Im walking on shaky ground without any clear sense of how to stand firm. I have tried so many times to read his cues, thinking he was coming around since he made comments about maybe someday having another child. But suddenly, once I saw that test result, his whole demeanor changed. Now he is cold. He barely acknowledges what is happening, and it leaves me wondering why he cannot just speak plainly. He never tells me, Yes I want this or No I do not. He leaves me guessing, waiting, and I feel like a fool for hoping. It is such a lonely place to be, stuck in this limbo where I cannot openly celebrate a baby or even properly mourn the loss of the relationship I thought we had. Deep down, I still keep a spark of hope that he might finally step up and realize we are in this together. But I cannot count on that. The hardest part is knowing I may have to do this alone. That realization has been hitting me every time I see him slip into another room, every time he turns away from any talk about our future. It makes me feel so isolated, like Im just a problem he wishes would vanish. OOP should consider about her fiance's priorities and needs. Did they have conversations about their future together on expanding the family? OOP: Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts. We did have a conversation about having more children, but it didn't lead to any clear decisions. Over the past year, his actions and comments gave me hope that we might consider expanding our family. However, he doesn't have a child of his own and never verbally expressed his true feelings about having a child, so i don't expect him to understand, and now it starts to feel like her behavior towards my child was just good at first to gain my trust and then it just changed. His sudden change in behavior left me feeling confused and hurt, and it's clear now that he wasn't honest about his intentions. Commenter 2: "over the past year, his actions and comments gave me hope that we might consider expanding our family," "never verbally expressed his true feelings about having a child," literally what did you talk about because this makes zero sense. dont have another kid unless you dont mind being a single mother. OOP: His behavior initially made me believe he was supportive, but now I see that he was misleading me all along. Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts. To clarify, he encouraged me to stop using birth control and he stopped using condoms, which led to this unexpected pregnancy. This pressure made me feel manipulated and unprepared for this situation. Over the past year, his actions and casual mentions gave me hope that he was considering a child with me. However, his sudden withdrawal and lack of honest communication revealed that he wasn't genuinely interested continuing our relationship in that capacity. Accepting that he won't be there to support us has been incredibly painful, but I'm focusing on what's best for my daughter and myself. I'm determined to stay strong and navigate this situation one day at a time, even though it means potentially an abortion.   Original Post: January 13, 2025 (one week later) I have reached the edge of what I can bear. I am 28, and have been with my fiance for just over three years. We live together with my four-year-old daughter from a previous relationship. Three weeks ago, I found out I am pregnant again. At first, I was overjoyed, naive enough to think we were finally creating the stable family I had always wanted. He grew distant the very next day. He ignored my excitement, started coming home late, and kept his phone glued to him at all times. I began noticing strange calls and those discreet social media notifications that vanish too quickly. My gut told me to investigate. I almost wish I had not. He has been secretly hooking up with my older sister behind my back. She was the one I always tolerated even though she drags drama wherever she goes. She would hug me when relatives were around, pretend to be the supportive older sibling, then turn around and badmouth me to her friends. I never imagined she would crawl into my life this deeply. It felt like a slap in the face to read their messages calling me clueless for not noticing. He told her about the pregnancy before he was honest with me about his doubts, and they joked about how stressed I would be raising another child. My sister bragged that our entire family thinks she is the more interesting and more popular sibling. Meanwhile, I am just the quiet one who apparently deserves this. I do not know if they are still meeting in secret or if they just get a kick out of hurting me. My fiancé denies everything whenever I confront him, says I am hormonal, that my imagination is running wild. My sister keeps messaging me, telling me I should keep my mouth shut and stop being dramatic. I am done hiding my anger. My mother wants me to talk it out calmly, but how do I fix something so broken I can barely breathe My fiancé thinks I will just accept this. He is counting on me being too shy or too pregnant to do anything. Tomorrow, I plan to blow this up in front of the entire family. We are supposed to have a casual get-together at our parents house, ironically to celebrate my pregnancy announcement. I will gather my phone logs, the screenshots, and all those humiliating texts they sent each other. Once all the relatives have settled in, I will put everything on display. No more secrets. I might burn everything in the process. I might lose any chance of a pleasant co-parenting scenario. But I feel like I have no other way to reclaim my dignity. I have been crying nonstop for days, my nerves are shot, and all I get from my fiancé is either silent treatment or insults. My sister taunts me and acts like I am worthless. I see no reason to protect them anymore. I do not know what happens next. Maybe they will run off together. Maybe they will lie or twist things around to make me look insane. My fiancé has not contributed much financially, so I worry about affording my daughter and this potential new baby on my own. Yet I cannot pretend everything is normal. I have to protect whatever self-respect I have left. I am going to set my entire world on fire tomorrow. Part of me feels terrified, the other part is numb. Regardless, I am done letting them tiptoe around my heart. If they want my silence, they should have kept their betrayal better hidden. Let everyone see exactly who they are. That is all I have left. Top Comments Commenter 1: Good luck. With a sister like that you don’t need any enemies Commenter 2: OMG please make a PowerPoint presentation or Google slides or whatever. You going to want everybody to get a real good view of all the information you've gathered! Commenter 3: Do you have any audio of them saying these things to you? Because I would definitely use that too. And have your whole family listen to the entire thing, ideally without your sister or fiancé present, so they can’t twist it around on you like that. I’m so sorry that you are going through this, but your sister and (hopefully soon) ex-fiancé are AHs and deserve everything that is coming to them.   Update: January 15, 2025 (two days later) I am still reeling from what happened. After writing my last post, I spent hours debating with myself about whether I should really go through with exposing them at our family gathering. A part of me was scared I would turn my whole life upside down forever. But I knew I couldn’t keep letting them walk all over me while pretending everything was fine. I called my mom beforehand to let her know I was breaking up with him and to prepare her. When I arrived at my parents' house, everyone was already there, including my ex-fiancé and my sister. My mother tried to pull me aside, whispering that we should talk first. I stayed calm, walked straight into the living room where everyone was sitting, and asked them to listen. They looked confused. My sister immediately rolled her eyes, and my fiancé mumbled something, probably hoping I would stay silent. I started reading the most shocking parts of the messages I found between the two of them. They mocked me, joked about me not noticing anything, and said I deserved this. I had timestamps proving he was sneaking around with my own sister while I was at home with my daughter. My sister stood up and accused me of lying, her voice defensive and low-pitched. But I just kept reading. The messages spoke for themselves. I revealed how he told her about my pregnancy before even discussing it with me and how they laughed about me being stressed raising another child. My fiancé tried to dismiss me, claiming I was overreacting and misinterpreting the situation because of my "emotional, pregnant" state. He even blamed my mental health. By then, he stormed out of the room, and my sister started crying. My dad stared at the floor, silent, while my mother looked horrified. Finally, my sister snapped and stormed out, yelling that I was a dramatic liar who blew everything out of proportion. Now the fallout begins. My fiancé, or rather, my ex-fiancé, has been texting me nonstop. One moment, he says he is sorry; the next, he blames me for humiliating him. He shows zero genuine remorse. He is just mad that I exposed him. My sister calls me horrendous names, says I ruined her image, and refuses to take responsibility. She insists I am making up drama. Honestly, I do not even know if they are still seeing each other or blaming each other for being caught. Either way, their secret is out, and that is all I wanted. I am now talking to a lawyer because this man barely contributed financially before. I have to protect my daughter and ensure I never have a child with him. Only the thought of raising two kids alone is terrifying. I feel numb and heartbroken at times, but I also feel a strange sense of relief. At least everyone knows the truth now. I exposed everything that day in the living room, but at least I am no longer being trampled on in silence. My sister and ex-fiancé can no longer laugh behind my back. Yes, things will probably get messy. They might lie to other relatives, people we mutually know, or twist the story. But I am glad I refused to keep quiet. All I can do now is focus on the positive, talk to my lawyer, and move forward. It will be painful, but I will do everything in my power to build a new future on my own terms, far away from these people. Top Comments Commenter 1: Good for you. The new journey ahead will be less toxic and the betrayers will have to deal with themselves. Best of luck to you!💕 Commenter 2: I’m proud of you for going through with it. They hurt you. Intentionally. You owe them absolutely nothing. Anyone in your friend or family group who doesn’t see it can fuck all the way off. Such an ultimate betrayal. You deserve peace and love and respect and safety. You’ll find it. Keep going, OP! Commenter 3: Are you still early enough/in a safe place to think about abortion? I only ask because you are already stressed at the idea of being a single mom of two, and that you'll be forever tied to the ex, who will more than likely take the kid around your sister/poison them against you. Not that it's an easy decision, but it might be the best one to take for your mental health and ability to cut ties quickly.   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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