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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/SympathyGold3578 on 2026-07-12 04:08:02+00:00.

I recently proposed to my girlfriend on her birthday during a rare opportunity for us to meet in person. We’ve been in a long-distance relationship for seven years, living in different countries. Both of our families have approved of our relationship and want us to get married. However, her parents are quite orthodox and didn’t want her traveling to meet me, so we decided to meet anyway and kept the proposal private for the time being. I only shared the proposal photos with my sister, but my parents accidentally saw them on her phone. They’re now deeply hurt and disappointed, saying I didn’t trust them enough to tell them about such an important milestone. I never intended to exclude them or hide anything permanently. I simply wanted to tell them myself at the right time, but now I understand why they feel betrayed and have lost trust in me.

TL;DR: I secretly proposed to my long-distance girlfriend during a rare visit, and my parents accidentally found out through photos on my sister’s phone. They’re deeply hurt that I didn’t tell them and feel I’ve broken their trust.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/seraa3 on 2026-07-11 16:51:16+00:00.

This happened just a couple hours ago, I (22F) went on a solo trip for the first time to an island 14 hours away from home. Today is actually my last day on this island and being in this hotel.

After a day long guided tour, I was extremely exhausted and wanted to go back to my hotel room to take a shower and rest.

I noticed that my window was open which was closed before, and my bed was made assumingely because of the housekeeper.

There was no vault to lock your expensive items in, so I hid my iPad under the covers and pillows. As I went to look for my iPad it was no longer where I assume I left it. I immediately looked at the find my app and didn’t see my iPad listed. After that, I thought for sure my iPad was stolen.

I’m stressed and I scurry downstairs to tell the front desk receptionists, I can’t even speak the language here so everything was done through translation. Told them I believe my iPad was stolen, after an hour of stressing everyone out, the cops eventually arrived at the hotel.

We did a whole police report, they took photos of my hotel room, and then one of them asked to look around the room. Which to my surprise they found the iPad under the covers just on the other side that I did not check.

I was and still am extremely embarrassed and feel terrible about the whole situation. Not only did I waste everyone’s time I also blamed an innocent housekeeper for absolutely no reason.

I went down to apologize to everyone, I bowed multiple times while crying. They barely even acknowledged me after that which is COMPLETELY fair but damn I fucked up real bad even if it was an honest mistake.

I think this is by far the most embarrassing situation I’ve ever been in and I still have to check out in a few hours and see the disappointment in their face. I have a flight at 8 am and I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight, because this is all I can think about.

If anyone has any embarrassing stories please feel free to tell them haha please!!! Or if anyone can relate?

TL;DR: Called police because I thought my iPad was stolen only for them to find it in my hotel room. Ended up wasting two hours of everyone’s time.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/MyDeerHart on 2026-07-11 20:18:43+00:00.

So I am very allergic to animals. I am allergic to dander, but I am far more allergic to something in animal saliva. I'm not scared of dogs per se, but I'm afraid of the horrible allergic reaction that comes with them. (Hives/breathing/eyes swelling shut kind of reaction. I wish they just made me sneeze). I usually just tell people I'm afraid of dogs, and they just leave it at that, I don't go into any detail on why. But I've been saying that for a very long time.

Last week, someone came into my workplace with a dog, and I started shaking. It kept barking at people too. I was lucky it was an overlap shift so my co-worker did the transaction. I told him about the shaking, joking that I might have conditioned myself to be afraid of dogs. Laughed and went on with my day.

Today, someone came in, barking dog again (I don't know if it was the same person or not). A customer that knew me well saw that I wasn't doing to hot, and I told her what was up. She kindly told the guy that I'm terrified of dogs. He starts saying how viscous and mean the dog is, and loves to bite people. Obviously he was joking, but that made it worse. I started to cry and freak out. I had to deal with 3 more customers before it was this guys turn, and I was crying and shaking through all of them. When he came up I felt like I was going to hurl. Once he left I just went into the back and burst into tears.

The no pets allowed sign goes up first thing Monday.

TLDR: Told people that I'm terrified of dogs even though I'm not, ended up Pavloving myself into actually crying when they are around.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/growtreesbreathelife on 2026-07-11 19:17:02+00:00.

It was the 4th of July, my sister invited me over to her house for some hotdogs. She has 4 kids, 3 boys and 1 girl, the boys are all gamers, hours every day...gaming. I'm helping prepare plates for the lazy boys when my youngest nephew stood up, massaged his lower back and groaned like an old man. He complained about his lower back being sore and that he needed a massage. I'm nearing my 40's so I have that millennial humor that sometimes goes over their heads so I threw some Half-Baked shit at him,

'What you probably need is a backiotomy.'

He had no clue what I said, just said 'What?'

'What...you...need...is...a backiotomy, I remember being your age and having lower back issues, doctor said I need a backiotomy'.

And that was that, saw the joke go over his head and nothing else was said about it that day.

Friday, at the end of the week, I had 2 missed calls from my sister. I call her back and boy, she sounds mad.

'WHAT THE HELL DID YOU TELL C?!'

'About what?'

'ABOUT HIS BACK?'

'Oh shit, I don't know, why? what's up?'

'He told me he had some problem with his back and that you had mentioned some condition that worried him so I scheduled an appointment. His appointment was this morning and when C mentioned what he thought was wrong with him to the doctor, the doctor looked at us like we were STUPID!'

'Oh shit, what was it that C told the doctor?'

'Some stupid backiotomy shit'

'WHAT THE FUCK! THAT WAS A JOKE, it's from Half-Baked...damn C'

'Yeah, I know. It's from your stupid stoner movies, the doctor made that damn clear.'

'So what's wrong with C?'

'NOTHING, he's got to exercise more'

We got a laugh out of it and will continue to laugh about it some more, no one was really mad, she was more upset at a 'wasted' copay for the doctor visit so I owe her lunch. My nephews, 15 & two 18 year olds, I love them but they can sometimes be naively dumb.

TL;DR: Nephew has back pain, tell him a late 90's stoner flick joke that he takes serious, schedules a doctor appointment and finds out the condition don't exist.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/CritlessWarlock on 2026-07-11 09:51:28+00:00.

This happened yesterday, although the consequences are very much still sitting on my face today.

I had a small skin tag just below my jawline for years. It was harmless, barely noticeable, and usually hidden by stubble. For some reason, the night before an important meeting with a potential client, I became convinced it looked enormous.

I kept checking it in the mirror from different angles until my brain decided everyone would stare directly at this 3 millimeter piece of skin instead of listening to anything I said.

A normal person would have shaved carefully, worn a collared shirt, and moved on. I searched online for “quick skin tag removal” at midnight.

I found several videos where people tied them off with thread, snipped them, froze them, or used various mystery liquids. I decided snipping it would be quickest.

I cleaned a pair of small scissors, pulled the tag away from my skin with tweezers, and cut.

At first, nothing happened. Then it started bleeding like I had opened a tiny emergency sprinkler system.

I pressed toilet paper against it, which immediately stuck. When I peeled that off, it started bleeding again. I tried a cotton pad, then another one, then held an ice cube wrapped in tissue against my neck while pacing around the bathroom.

Eventually it slowed down, but by then the area was red, swollen, and roughly five times more noticeable than the original tag.

I put a bandage over it and went to bed hoping my body would sort out my stupidity overnight.

It did not.

In the morning, the bandage was stuck, the swelling had spread, and the skin around it felt hot. I ended up going to urgent care instead of preparing for the meeting.

The doctor removed a small remaining piece, cleaned the area properly, and told me I was lucky I hadn’t cut deeper or caused a worse infection. Apparently, what I assumed was a basic skin tag should have been checked before I attacked it with bathroom scissors.

I joined the meeting online from my car afterward with a large dressing on my neck and told everyone I’d had a “minor medical procedure.”

Technically true.

The client didn’t mention it once, meaning I created an actual visible injury to solve a problem nobody would have noticed. I also paid $180 for the privilege.

TL;DR: Got insecure about a tiny skin tag before a meeting, cut it off myself, couldn’t stop the bleeding, ended up at urgent care, and made it 100 times more noticeable.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/phatbear_cocomonkey on 2026-07-10 06:20:40+00:00.

TIFU (Obligatory "this was actually 2 days ago") by writing a passive-aggressive message on our department whiteboard.

Backstory: For the last 4 months, I, 40F, have been doing little doodles on the department whiteboard to add a little whimsy and color to our area once a week. Usually, just 10 minutes of my downtime (I tend to have a fair amount of time on my hands when everything is running well) , sometimes a little more for more detailed doodles. Two goblins fishing, a gnome in a duck shaped pool floatie with a cocktail, a very pinchy crab, a girl in a sun hat flying a kite with her dog at her side...things that just made people smile. Over the course, I had several people come up and tell me how much they loved coming through each week to see what new thing I had drawn. I didn't do it for attention or to waste company time, I just needed a micro expression of my creative side.

Which brings me to this past monday. I didn't have a lot of time that day. We were missing a key person, so I settled on a simple happy pig wallowing in a mud puddle. Took me like 5 minutes. The person we were missing was the only one on our shift who was trained for a certain job... which piled up in his absence. Third shift rolls around, and of course, the job we couldn't do on our shift fell to them. Upset by the amount of work left to them, the supervisor sees my little doodle and decides it is somehow to blame. In an email to the department head, he said something along the lines of "They got time to draw but not do 'A-B-C'" blah blah blah...and thus the decree came down that no more doodles would be permitted on that whiteboard.

I WAS PISSED! Mostly, because the cluless knob essentially accused me of doing my doodles INSTEAD of doing work. I take great pride in my work ethic and made very deliberate decisions about when, what, and how long I doodled to avoid it being seen as a problem. Once a week, only in my down time and obviously safe for work imagery. With an equal amount of careful consideration, I crafted a message for the miserable man who squashed our little bit of sunshine. It went a little something like this: "The moldy, wet blanket that blames my little doodle for their problems can go suck lemons. May they all be as bitter as your joyless, shriveled soul!" It was the nicest way to say "eff you" I could think of. My direct supervisor saw it, laughed, and walked on. The next afternoon, however, the department head had seen it and flipped sh!t...on my direct supervisor. If I were writing a tale of fiction, this next part would have been too dumb to even consider. The head ASKED MY SUPER WHO WROTE IT! My super covered for me but told me after that the head claimed the handwriting didn't look like a girls so he wasn't sure it was me. Thank goodness for my sloppy calligraphy, I guess lol. The head wants to write me up for creating a hostile work environment but no one actually saw me write it so the rest of my shift co-workers have been repeating "wasn't me, don't know who did". I don't feel I created the hostility... I just reflected it. At this point, though, I have kicked the hornets' nest, and it seems they are more confused than anything, so I am content to leave it lie for the time being.

TL;DR Supervisor of different shift blamed my doodle for the amount of work HE had and got my weekly doodles shut down. I responded by leaving a message that referred to him as a moldy, wet blanket.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/My_cats_leg on 2026-07-11 05:03:41+00:00.

One late night, I saw an advertisement on Facebook to get a free Book of Mormon in the mail. I thought it would be funny to read it, so I gave a suspicious-looking website a bunch of my info. At the end, a screen popped up pretty much saying, "Screw you for doing all of that, we are just going to send someone to your door to talk to you instead." (That person never showed up, BTW.)

This got me thinking: what religions will actually send you a free book by mail? I intended to look up multiple religions, but it was late enough that I only ended up browsing Christian Bible sites. I finally found one that claimed I could request up to 800 Bibles. Out of curiosity, I chose a safer, more realistic number: 250.

Next, the site asked for all this info, like what church I was affiliated with and what my intentions were. Thinking they would be pretty strict with the application, I chose a ridiculous name for my "church" and told them I would distribute the books to my closest followers.

A month passes and I completely forget about it—until one morning, a FedEx truck stops at my door and delivers two giant, heavy boxes addressed to the "PEE-WEE HERMAN CHURCH of GOSPEL."

Blown away, I opened the first box and saw half of my 250 travel-sized "Bibles," complete with shipping paperwork and a printout of an email they had sent me. It turns out I had received an email telling me my order was approved, but it went straight to my spam folder.

Upon closer inspection, the 250 books I have aren't actually full Bibles; they are a vague rundown of the Bible and some generic Christian text. Jesus's birth is only one sentence long.

I’ve contemplated throwing all of them out. I’ve donated several to my local little neighborhood libraries, but I have barely made a dent with them. I'm writing all of this to ask: what on earth do I do with probably 235 travel-sized Bibles dedicated to the Pee-Wee Herman Church of Gospel?

Do I donate them to a local mission, put them out at our garage sale, or see if Paul Reubens' ghost wants them? I'm genuinely not sure.

TL:DR Browsed a free Bible website while bored late at night, jokingly requested 250 of them under the fake name "Pee-Wee Herman Church of Gospel," and forgot about it. A month later, FedEx delivered two massive, heavy boxes to my door addressed to the fake church, and now I have 235 tiny, bootleg Bibles I don't know how to get rid of.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Apprehensive-Tea2801 on 2026-07-11 02:04:43+00:00.

Today I royally fucked up. This happened just minutes ago and am currently basking in the afterglow. Please forgive my formatting and any typos, I’m typing this on my phone in the bathtub.

For some background, I have two small kids; a 4 year old and an 8 month old. It is very rare that I get time to myself so I have to seize the opportunity when it presents itself. I, also, usually have to do it quickly so critical thinking tends to take a back seat. Additionally, I have chronic back pain that had a flare up recently.

So onto the fuck up…

Well my husband offered to put the kids to sleep and suggested I take a bath to relax. I took him up on his offer and started my bath. I then had the epiphany that I should add some essential oils to my bath to really expand on this therapeutic session. We have lots of options, what should I choose? Rose? No, I’m not into that scent. Lavender? Nah, we use that too often. Lemon? No, that’s our laundry scent. Oh I know! Peppermint! I love that smell and I have therapeutic grade oil. How perfect.

Yall… peppermint oil should come with a warning label. Maybe it does and I missed it, I‘ll have to check later. As soon as I added it to my bath water, I regretted it immediately! I put my hands in the water and rubbed my face. My face started to get cool and my eyes were watering. I realize my fuck up and get out of the tub, wash my face with mild soap and think, “wow, crisis averted” I’ll just have to not touch my face until after I rinse off.

I GET BACK IN THE TUB. I realized shortly after, that even though my bath water is very warm, my legs are feeling a little cold. And then it spreads to the rest of my body. I am now FREEZING! I panic and pull the plug and turn on the shower. I am trying my best to wash this oil off of me using as warm of water that I can handle, but it’s not enough. I turn the temp up and now I am simultaneously burning and freezing! It’s literal torture.

I have to constantly turn the water up, and then back down as I am scrubbing this oil off my body. It also got in my hair and just would not get out. I washed my hair first thing but the oil was still dripping down my back, making me unbearably cold. I washed my hair and body probably about 5 times each just trying to get this stuff off of me. I also wipe down the tub to make sure none is left because now I am fully freezing and feeling like I am going to have hypothermia.

I plug the drain and sit under the warm faucet like it’s a lifeline. Well after filling up the tub once and then spending about 15 minutes scrubbing myself down… we’re out of hot water. I have to sit in the tub with about 3 inches of lukewarm water for maybe 10 minutes. Finally, I turn the hot water on full blast and fill it up the rest of the way, where I then decide to share my stupidity with yall.

Someone decided I was smart enough to obtain not one but TWO degrees… I feel like I’m obligated to give them back after tonight.

TL;DR I put peppermint oil in my bath water and almost got hypothermia.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Jaded_Spirit8650 on 2026-07-11 01:28:39+00:00.

A couple months ago, I was hacked on various platforms due to a trojan virus. I was so traumatized from the experience that after that I decided to get a few antiviruses. Now, I heard that Microsoft defender is already quite good, however, it failed to remove the virus from my laptop completely and it had kept coming back. So I go and search up "good antivirus free" I end up getting Malwarebytes, hitman pro, and Avast. In fact, Avast had several posts on reddit vouching for it, claiming that it was one of the best free antiviruses out there. I get everything set up and the first week of my little antivirus family was relatively peaceful.

By the end of the week, Malwarebytes and Hitman pro managed to root out every last bit of the trojan. Hurray. I keep everything anyway in case this happens again. Now, Avast didn't seem to do any heavy lifting, but it was fine. One extra layer of protection could never go wrong, right?

Wrong. For the next months leading up to today, every time I attempted to even breathe, this godforsaken program would pop up and tell me, "you have 14 critical errors on your pc!" "click here to scan." I oblige. It scans. It comes up with a bunch of general issues that come with a laptop that does not have an antivirus on steroids and or uses the internet (aka most laptops); this includes exposed ip address, data mining, etc. etc... When I ask avast to fix these for me? It's paywalled. I close the window in defeat. It also does not help that Avast comes with a shitty browser that looks straight out of 2005, which also opens on launch. Hitman pro has never bothered me a day in my life, malwarebytes pops up sometimes but the pop-up window is small and unintrusive. Avast takes up a 1/6th of my damn screen when it comes up from the right. 2/3s when it is the big pop-up. Sweet mother Mary of baby Jesus this is worse than McAfee.

The final straw came to me when I was playing Elden Ring. I am very early in the game, and I had just mustered up the courage and skill to fight the tree sentinel (for those who don't know, it is a very hard boss that can one-shot you located at the start of the game). I get this thing down to 2-3 hits, and what do you know? Hello Avast antivirus. Thank you for interrupting my gameplay in a high pressure moment and leading to my death. I've suffered enough at the hands of this wretched "antivirus." I head to my settings to uninstall it, and it takes a few tries (the first of warnings I would ignore out of sheer anger) but the thing opens up a window. "What would you like to do? -> uninstall Why? -> too many pop-ups Have you tried limited mode? -> uninstall" The hour of reckoning is finally upon us. I look at the progress bar in glee, thankful that I would never have to gaze upon this awful app ever again. And when it is finally done, my browser cannot open anything, citing the issue as either the firewall or an antivirus. No biggie, just restart the laptop like avast suggested. Same issue. Try again, same issue. I'm worried at this point. I search online on my phone for what could possibly the cause. Turns out, this fucking antivirus is so jank that it comes with its own official uninstaller tool because it is KNOWN to cause issues when uninstalled. I'm crying from frustration at this point. 2 hours of troubleshooting later, I end up just restoring my pc to a past version from 3 days ago. Avast is still on my laptop in this version. I wish I could tell you all that I had overcome my obstacles and completed my hero's journey in vanquishing Avast Antivirus, but no. Avast remains unharmed and I have just lost 2 hours of my life to it. Screw the 5 redditors recommending this Satan-spawn of an antivirus. Well played, Avast. See you in hell.

TL;DR: Installed Avast to combat virus, Avast somehow bricks my laptop worse than the virus did. Do not use this thing.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/MyLittleOso on 2026-07-10 16:16:27+00:00.

Obligatory this was two weeks ago. I was at a restaurant with my husband and as we were walking out, I felt dizzy. I passed out TWICE. It was honestly embarrassing. The restaurant called an ambulance and because I was so out of it, I went with them. It was low blood pressure. I left the hospital before they ran tests - again, no health insurance, so I don't know what the root cause was. But I'm staying up at night worried about the bill that's about to drop my way. I shouldn't have taken an ambulance and I know I'm going to regret doing that, but I didn't know what else to do in that situation.

More info: I had a long-term job caring for my disabled son. He passed away in December. I then lost my son, my job, and my health insurance. I've since applied to over 150 places and have only heard back from three, hired by none.

TL;DR Healthcare is expensive and I should have just powered through.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/goldenkoiifish on 2026-07-10 18:34:17+00:00.

it’s not exactly today, i hope that’s not against the rules, but i am certainly reaping what i sow today. TMI warning, its gross.

a few days ago i decided i was going to make some spinach alfredo. so of course i went to the store, and got some spinach. and throughout the day, i was snacking a bit on it… i don’t know why. i love spinach and somehow i had completely neglected the fact that i forgot to wash the spinach, like the only thing you have to do before preparing the spinach.

i put the spinach in the alfredo, had it as usual, and then shat my brains out. i simply thought maybe the alfredo was too rich, it’s understandable. the next morning, yesterday, i wake up about to shit my pants. and i’m like oh great, and my body’s all achy, i must’ve slept on everything wrong.

as the day goes on, i snack on the spinach again. it was a lapse of judgment, i suppose in my morning stupor i thought i had washed the spinach, because who doesn’t wash their spinach, right? well, then i spend yesterday feeling achy and gross and basically hotboxing my bathroom with noxious gas.

this morning i wake up with a low grade fever. my body aches and everything i eat (not that im very hungry) goes right through me and i’m really tired, too. it’s over. i know the end. i’m going to the doctor later before i end up pulling an Elvis. swing low, sweet chariot, please wash your spinach before eating it, especially during an outbreak of a fecal parasite prominent in my area. of course, perhaps it is just a stomach bug, but with my luck i’m just going to get tested

TL;DR: i ate unwashed spinach, and i’m now shitting my brains out. don’t be like me

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Bright_Feature8044 on 2026-07-10 16:46:55+00:00.

I've been at my current Medical Scribing job for about two weeks. The Physician I'm scribing for is actually a pretty nice person, but I still get that "don't say anything stupid" anxiety around her. And I want to make a good impression since I wanted her to eventually write my letter of Rec for Med School.

So anyways, last night I couldn't sleep, so like always I chose to doomscroll on Insta.

Eventually I decided I should find some similar topics to talk with my physician about so that she has a more favorable opinion about me, and so that we don't have any awkward silences in our conversations.

So I ended up looking at her profile because they'd mentioned a hiking trip during a meeting, and I was curious where they'd gone. It started innocently enough as I looked at a few recent hiking pictures and they turned into older posts, then somehow I was looking at photos from 2018.

Then I accidentally double tapped...

On a beach vacation photo from eight years ago...

I IMMEDIATELY unliked it, closed the app, and stared at my ceiling wondering if deleting my account would be enough or what the hell I should do.

Right now I am PANICING because I have a shift tonight, and I have no idea what the hell to expect. What do I even say?

Not sure if it's relevant, but she is single, so it probs looks like I'm flirting with her.

But if I admit it was an accident and that I was stalking her account for talking points, I feel like I look more like an idiot.

What do I do???

TL;DR: Couldn't sleep, accidentally liked my boss's 8 years-old Instagram bikini photo

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/ThrowRA70236800 on 2026-07-10 04:50:08+00:00.

To preface, this story is going to be about bathroom issues and being sick. If you dont want to read about that, maybe click away.

Ive always had a lot of issues with regular bowel movements. I drift toward having harder stool without any real reason behind it. It doesnt matter how I eat. Basically ive gotta keep up on my water intake, drink coffee regularly, and monitor if I need a fiber supplement or a softener. I recently had my third kid, so I havent been keeping up with taking care of myself. I work, take care of kids, clean house do laundry, and repeat. I squeeze in what I can, where I can.

Today, I went to get my kids ready for bed. I decided to use the bathroom in the midst of this while my two older kids were doing bathtime. Out of nowhere, I started getting violently ill on the toilet. Puking everywhere. I have my husband come get the kids because they dont need to be subjected to this. Im moaning and groaning, sweating, feeling horrible. And all of a sudden I passed out.

Im talking legs wont move, arms nothing. Blacked out vision. I come to slightly and call out to my husband. He asks me what happened and I tell him I passed out and that I need help. He asks if he should call an ambulance, I say yeah absolutely. I ask him if he can put some bottoms on me so Im not coming out of my house bush first. He said yeah, put underwear on me, and carried me to the bed for the time being.

The ambulance arrives. They help me walk out. They test my blood sugar and vitals while im on the way there. I puke twice in the ambulance. I can barely keep my eyes open because I feel so horrible. This all started at 9pm and im realizing its approaching 11, and it feels like its been maybe 20 minutes. The ER staff take me and do a ton of testing, CT scan everything. They give me pain and anti nausea meds, and hydrate me via IV.

At the end of it, do you know what it was??? My butthole nerves. My butthole nerves decided they had enough of me pushing hard stool through and dropped my heartrate and blood pressure way down, and I passed out! Constipation is also what probably caused my tummy pain and for me to throw up :) I was very mortified and my husband did a little point and laugh after telling me to drink more water and take better care of myself. FML.

TL;DR: I didnt drink enough water or eat enough fiber, and I pushed too hard when pooping and it made my arms and legs not work. How silly.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/bygayppl on 2026-07-09 19:15:39+00:00.

I (22M) totally messed up at my best friend's (23F) birthday party. So, for a little context: i met my best friend when we were 3 years old, we met at a ballet class and since then we've been inseparable. She's like my sister and i always try my best to support her and be there for her. But, there's a major problem between us: how we live completely different lives socially. I'm autistic so it's very difficult for me to communicate with others, many dislike some characteristics that they may find annoying like my info dumping about special interests or not making eye contact (not blaming others, everyone can hang out with whoever they want and I'm ok with that). It's specially difficult for me to bond with others and maintain a good friendship, so she's my only long relationship (aside from my family). I only have other two friends who i care about deeply, while she's a social butterfly and can befriend basically anyone (thing i adore about her).

Well, yesterday/today was her birthday party, where she invited all her friends from high-school, college, singing lessons, family friends, etc. As i said, i have a very difficult time with social stuff and can get very awkward in loud and crowded spaces. The thing is, the only way i can get more extroverted and outgoing is when i drink, but because i don't usually drink i just stay away and smile awkwardly.

Now here's where i totally fucked up: because i wanted to blend in with the rest of them and, to be honest, selfishly feel normal and not invisible, i started drinking. First it was a couple of beers from a keg she bought, then it was a little of wine. I was actually surprised at how well i was holding up since i'm usually smashed at that point. I started chatting, and laughing and people were actually listening to me, then i made the dumb move of getting shots of vodka. Like... 7 shots of vodka. I was fine, and suddenly i remember vomiting and people helping me up. Next thing i knew, i woke up at the ER, it was cold and i had no idea where i was. I got so scared i started panicking and asking the nurse where i was and what happened. Then my mom appeared and explained that apparently, they told her i drank so much i puked all over her bathroom and passed out. Her friends had to call an ambulance because i was unresponsive, and while they took me to the ambulance my mom arrived and left with me to the hospital. I feel so shitty, not only because i basically puked my organs out, but because i feel miserable knowing she probably freaked out during her own birthday party because i was stupid and reckless. I sent her a message apologizing again and again, and even though she says it's totally fine i still feel so horrible. I don't even know how I'm gonna face her friends next time she has another birthday party, i feel embarrassed and I'm definitely not drinking like that ever again.

So, TL;DR: Today i fucked up by getting super drunk at my BFFs birthday party and ending up at the ER because of it.

(Ps: sorry if there are any mistakes, spanish is my native language, and I'm also still kinda hangover even though it's been like 14hs)

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/eucher317 on 2026-07-09 00:03:10+00:00.

For some context, I play Far Cry 5. If you haven't played it, the basic premise is that you're fighting an insane cult to free the local community, with hunting and other side activities mixed in.

When my 4-year-old is watching me play, I try to avoid filling the screen with people getting shot in the face. So instead, I run around with a melee weapon and smack the local wildlife (mostly predators) on the rear end, then sprint away while they chase me. My daughter thinks it's the funniest thing she's ever seen and has affectionately dubbed it "the spanking game."

Fast forward to today.

We're sitting in a restaurant when our waiter comes over, introduces himself, and before I can say a word, my daughter looks him dead in the eyes and proudly announces:

"My dad plays the spanking game with me."

The poor guy froze. I froze. Time itself froze.

Now I'm desperately trying to explain that I'm not playing some bizarre game with my child and I'm playing a video game about fighting an evil cult, except instead of shooting cultists while she's watching, I spend my time running around smacking black bears on the butt with a shovel because my daughter thinks it's hilarious.

I don't think my explanation helped.

I'm pretty sure the waiter wrote down my license plate before I even got the check.

TL;DR: I tried to be a responsible parent by avoiding violent gameplay in front of my daughter. Instead, I accidentally taught her that we play "the spanking game," and she proudly informed a complete stranger that "my dad plays the spanking game with me

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/illustration_person on 2026-07-08 16:40:33+00:00.

I'm sharing this in the hopes that someone else can learn from my mistake and so I can laugh about it after the fact. For context, I 20 y/o (M) am an artist that sells my artwork in artist alleys at conventions. For those who don't know, at anime and comic conventions there will be a dedicated section for artists to sell their work at their own individual tables. I started doing this when I just turned 18 y/o and have done about 6 events since then. So, I'm not a complete newbie, but I'm still relatively new to tabling.

I'm still in the process of learning how to become an adult (as I only turned 20 earlier this year), so I had never booked a stay at a hotel or Airbnb before. For more context, I'm about 80% independent, so I do most things myself but still get a little extra help from my kind mother when I need it. So, since it's my artwork, it was just me at this convention and I was managing everything myself.

I had procrastinated finding a place to stay while doing this out of town convention and ended up booking an Airbnb last minute (the day before). I needed to stay 4 nights: 1 night for the set up day, 2 nights for the days in between the 3 day convention, and 1 night after the last day of the convention because I knew I would be exhausted after the last day.

For the first 3 nights everything was going smoothly. The hosts were super kind, the room I stayed in was comfortable, and I was having a good time and doing well at the convention I was at. By Sunday afternoon, during the last hour of the convention I was totally exhausted, as I had predicted. Like, actually nodding off while sitting up at my table.

I was excited to finally wrap up when I had checked my phone. I was busy working my table, so I hadn't been checking my notifications. I then saw maybe 2 or 3 missed calls and a voicemail left to me. For context, the check out time at this Airbnb was 12 PM. This is the following voicemail transcript:

"Hi [insert my name], uh this is [insert host's name], your Airbnb host. Um, I apologize we went into your room and it appears that your things are still in there. I just want to make sure you're okay that something didn't happen. Um it's 4 o'clock. And then check out with today uh just call us back to let us know you're okay. Okay thanks."

So I immediately had a rush of adrenaline go through me because it was now 6 PM at this point. I hurriedly called them back and profusely apologized. Thankfully, they were very kind and said it was okay, but they were more concerned that something horrible had happened to me since all of my stuff was still laid out like I had disappeared the night before 😭😭😭. In my horror, I had booked a night short and thankfully was able to book another night pretty easily.

After reflecting a bit, this is where I had gone wrong. In my head, I thought you booked Airbnbs by number of nights NOT number of days. WHOOPS! I thought it was like hotels where you book the number of nights and leave the following morning. I have now learned the hard way this is not the case.

Hopefully my mortification and embarrassment has taught you something you didn't know, even though it's probably well known information.

TL;DR: Young adult books an Airbnb incorrectly and the host thought something horrible had happened to me. I learn the hard way that Airbnb books by number of days and NOT number of nights.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Shieldine on 2026-07-08 20:28:19+00:00.

Obligatory didn't happen today.

So I was leaving my apartment for what I thought would be 4-5 days max due to a minor finger surgery (I was going to stay with my relatives because I knew I'd need support). Before going out, I looked at the trash bag ready for takeout in the main corridor, and decided I'll take that out when I'm back.

Well the surgery didn't go as routine as expected, and long story short, I was gone for almost three weeks. In the middle of a heatwave.

Cue to me coming back after three weeks, not expecting anything bad. It was already evening and dark. I came back, went straight to the living room, put down my bag...

And noticed a fly.

Okay, no biggie. I slapped that one.

Then I saw another.

At this point, I look closer at the glass door leading outside...

To see at least 5 more right in front of me. I thought it's weird, but it still didn't click. I notice that the door is somewhat a LOT more dirty than I remembered, which I also find weird.

Then I go to the main corridor and turn the light on... To see an army of flies going around EVERYWHERE, and that's when I notice the source (and my fuck up) - they bred in the trash.

Don't ask me how I missed them when I first went in. I have absolutely no idea. They didn't really do a lot of buzzing, and for some reason, I didn't even think to look around.

Completely pissed off and with a still not completely functional finger, I take out that damned trash and start killing left and right - I counted about 35 flies killed by me scattered around the apartment, plus shoutout to the brave spiders who caught and piled up about 20 more in multiple spots (I'm never killing a spider again). There were also a lot more trapped in the trash bag itself (taking that out was disgusting).

I drenched my whole apartment in chemicals the next day, still finding a single fly here or there to kill. Those little shits shat all over a) the walls (mostly right next to the bag), b) my kitchen, c) the doors and d) the glass door leading outside. And that's ignoring the splatters I caused by killing them.

On the bright side, I learned the baby flies are easy to catch with a vacuum cleaner. On the shitty side, my still-recovering finger did absolutely not like that action.

Overall, 0/10, would not recommend, and will never postpone taking the trash out again.

TL;DR: Decided I'll take the trash out "later" only to become a professional fly swatter and house cleaning specialist.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Mommabear753 on 2026-07-08 20:04:14+00:00.

I’ve been scared to go to the dentist for years. It’s not really a natural phobia, but I’ve been afraid since I was a teen. I finally got up the courage to go today and it was a shit show. I don’t know what I expected, but it was so much worse.

The hygienist came in and poked around and my gums were immediately bleeding. She asked how long it had been since I was to the dentist and I said “a while”. She smirked and agreed “yeah” that it had been a while. So embarrassing. Anyway, to get down to it, I have a mouth full of cavities. 14 to be exact. I’m absolutely devastated and don’t know where to go from here. I need substantial work and even a couple root canals to heal from my negligence.

TL;DR I didn’t go to the dentist for 11 years and have so many cavities. Go to the dentist.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/N1kilh on 2026-07-08 17:37:37+00:00.

It happened literally two hours ago. I'm still sitting in the office toilet, looking at my resignation letter and wondering if I should change my name and country of residence.

A little context: my cat (his name is Lucifer, and he fully justifies his name) has started having digestive problems. The vet told me over the phone: "Listen, if he can't go to the toilet again, you'll have to give him a light tummy massage and... um, check for any lumps on his back. If anything, take a picture and send it to me on Telegram, and I'll tell you if everything's okay."

Like a caring cat dad, I run home from work during my lunch break. Lucifer screams. I understand - it's time to act. I put my phone on the washing machine, turn on the flashlight, take the cat, and perform this procedure that is as humiliating for both of us as possible. I take a quick macro photo of the "problem area" under his tail to send to the doctor.

And here my brain decided to completely shut down.

At the same time, our HR director was sending me a private message on Telegram. We were just preparing to launch a new big project, and he wrote: “Hi! So what, are you ready? Drop what you have there, the team is already waiting in the general chat for the final update.”

I go to Telegram on full automatic. I see the top chat, where it says “(18 people)”. My brain reads this as a call to action. I click “attach photo”, select the LAST photo taken (yes, the same close-up) and proudly send it, adding the caption:

“Listen, it looks a little swollen and kind of creepy, but if necessary, I can massage it to make it better.”

30 seconds pass. I wash my hands. I get a notification. Then another one. Then my phone starts vibrating as if the world is ending.

I open the chat.

My photo. A work chat for 18 people. The entire top management is there, including the founder of the company. And my signature about the massage.

First comment from HR:

“Um... bro, we certainly appreciate your dedication and involvement in the project... but maybe that was for personal messages?”

Second comment from the founder:

“I’ll probably refrain from commenting on the design of this interface.”

Only at this point does it dawn on me that they thought I had dropped... well, you get the idea. My own. Because in a macro photo of a shaved cat’s butt against the background of my fingers, it’s practically impossible to make out that it’s a cat. It just looked like a very strange, abstract and extremely inappropriate anatomical photo.

I panicked and deleted the message for everyone. But as we know, if there are 18 people in the chat, at least 10 of them had already managed to hide it.

I wrote in caps lock: “THIS IS MY CAT’S ASS! HE’S CONSTIPATED! I SWEAR I MIXED UP THE CHAT!”

The chat is now dead silent. No one is typing anything. I returned to the office, walked past the desks with my head down. I think my colleagues are now looking at me with a mixture of horror, pity, and mild interest.

TL;DR: I was going to send a photo of my cat’s ass to the vet to get advice about constipation. I accidentally posted this in a work chat with management along with a suggestion to “massage it a little more to make it better.” I’m looking for a new job.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/pearllypie3 on 2026-07-08 16:06:50+00:00.

So I recently decided to purchase several pairs of slippers to let guests borrow when they visit my home so that they don't have to walk around with bare feet/socks. Growing up with a Chinese mother, it was super common for her friends and family to offer us slippers anytime we visited their homes, as in the culture it's common courtesy to never wear your shoes indoors.

I enforce the no-shoes rule very strongly in my home as I hate the idea of having outside dirt and germs spread all over my floors/carpet. So I bought a bunch of slippers to elevate the experience of guests in my home and make them feel more welcome and comfortable. I also did this because my partner's mom visited our home recently, and she absolutely refused to not wear shoes- with the rationale that it causes arthritis or something. Whatever makes her comfortable....but I was quite annoyed every time I saw her wearing her outdoor shoes in my kitchen. Hence, guest slippers were purchased.

Anyway, more recently we had a friend stop by for a few hours. Upon his arrival, my partner brought out a pair of slippers and offered them to our guest, saying something along the lines of "here these are for you to wear" as he was removing his shoes. Our guest said "oh, for me?" and my partner replied something like "yes, these are for wearing around in our home." Our guest thanked him and said he would leave them by the door. Which should have been our first hint.

Anyway, our guest stayed for a while and then eventually had to leave. Upon leaving he saw the slippers by the door and said to me "oh yeah, [my partner] said I could have these, right?" to which I replied "well, they are actually meant for guests to wear inside." And our guest said "yeah yeah, I really appreciate this, it's a sweet gift."

So I tried to re-explain it to him, saying "no no, these are meant to stay here" *while pointing at the ground in my home*. "We bought these slippers for guests to wear inside, here." My guest replied "Well yeah, I'm not going to wear them out running or anything like that, so thank you it's a really thoughtful gift! They are quite comfy." And so for the last time I tried to explain, saying something like "No but these are for our guests to wear inside, they are meant to stay here." But once again my guest seemed exasperated about how concerned I was about him wearing them outdoors and said "yeah yeah, don't worry I know how to decide which shoes to wear" or something along those lines, and he once again thanked me for the "thoughtful gift" and he reached out for a hug to say goodbye.

At this point I just gave up and said "you're welcome" and let him have the slippers. They were like $20 anyway. Lesson learned- not everyone grew up in slipper culture and it's harder to explain than I originally thought it would be.

TL;DR I purchased slippers for guests to have something to wear (that aren't their outdoor shoes) in my home, but a guest misunderstood my explanation 3 times and took them home as a supposed gift.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Wishbone1254 on 2026-07-08 14:46:17+00:00.

Four months ago, my dorm building was heavily pushing for residents to pre-register if they wanted to lock in a spot to have a dorm for the next semester after summer is done.

I went ahead, filled everything out, and submitted my pre-registration. Because the portal was a bit confusing, I assumed that was the entire process. Just to be absolutely sure, I even asked my roommate, and he said he did the exact same thing. I even went down to talk to the staff at the front desk to confirm. They explicitly told me to just continue the application path I was on and not to make a completely new one, so I trusted them and left it alone.

I just found out two days ago that the 13th of July is when the roommate matching portal closes. When I logged in to check on things, my stomach completely dropped. I found out I got waitlisted. When I called the housing office in a panic, they told me that all I had actually completed was the initial pre-registration step, and I never actually submitted the final official application.

My massive fuckup was blindly trusting the front desk staff and my roommate instead of obsessively double-checking the portal or calling the main management office to verify that my status said "submitted." Now, I am exactly one month away from school starting, the deadlines are locking down, and I am completely fucked with absolutely no dorm secured. Love my life.

TL;DR: Trusted my roommate and the dorm front desk staff when they said my housing pre-registration was all I needed to do. Found out months later that I never filed the actual application, got waitlisted, and now I'm homeless for the upcoming semester in a month.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Consistent_Big6524 on 2026-07-06 13:24:15+00:00.

I was scheduled to travel, about a two-hour flight, to visit a customer for a workshop with my supervisor. Last night, while checking in for my flight, I realized that my passport had expired. It was entirely my mistake, and it meant I couldn't travel.

As soon as I discovered it, I messaged my supervisor to let them know. After that, I barely slept. I spent the whole night worrying about the situation and feeling increasingly anxious.

By this morning, I still hadn't heard back from my supervisor. We were due to meet the customer in about 30 minutes, and I was panicking because I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Thinking it was the right thing to do, I messaged the customer, took responsibility, and explained that I couldn't attend because my passport had expired.

Shortly afterwards, my manager called me and was very unhappy about the situation said not to tell the customer the real reason i was not present. I had said on the call they i had already messaged them and had deleted the message, but that seems to have been misunderstood because my manager and supervisor then gave the customer a different explanation for why I wasn't there.

Now I'm in trouble with both my supervisor and my manager, and I have no idea what the customer thinks. To make matters worse, this is already a customer I've sometimes struggled to build a strong working relationship with. It's never been personal, we just haven't always seen eye to eye. This whole situation has left me feeling incredibly anxious and worried about the consequences.

TL;DR: I missed an important work trip because I didn't realize my passport had expired. I told the customer the truth before speaking with my manager, who wanted a different explanation given. Now I'm dealing with the fallout from both management and the client, and my anxiety is through the roof.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Still_crying_ on 2026-07-08 10:48:04+00:00.

So this is definitely embarrassing but thankfully nobody I know in real life knows about my reddit account, so I feel pretty safe sharing some of my more embarrassing moments.

Anyways, I've heard mixed things about what to do with pimples, but I just can't resist the urge to pop pimples when I spot them. Maybe it's related to my skin picking problems but I just can't seem to leave scabs and pimples alone. Today while in the bathroom getting ready for bed I noticed a weird pimple on my boob. It looked like one of those pimples that wasn't quite ready to pop, but the skin around it looked kind of bruised and it was raised quite a lot. For some reason instead of just leaving it be I became determined to pop this boob pimple.

So I start squeezing as hard as I can to pop it and eventually it bursts. Violently. Blood and whatever else was in that pimple shot out and hit my glasses. I clean up my glasses and finish getting ready for bed, thinking about how crazy that pimple pop was. As I'm brushing my teeth I notice some splatter got on the mirror and quickly cleaned it up. After finding splatter on the mirror I decided to more thoroughly check the bathroom for anymore blood to clean up.

I scan the bathroom and eventually look up. That's when I see it. The pimple burst so violently I got blood on the fucking ceiling. Now my short ass has to find a stool and somehow clean blood off the ceiling. Fuck my life.

TL;DR:

I popped a huge pimple on my boob and the splatter hit the ceiling.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Reverendbug on 2026-07-08 07:20:31+00:00.

Hopefully my mom doesn't see this, but I don't think she's following my account, and I need to vent a bit. Sorry if the thoughts are a bit disjointed, I'm still raw from the interaction.

Some backstory (TRIGGER WARNING, very traumatic memory). This is also a very long backstory, so get some popcorn and settle in:

When I(39F) was around 3yo I watched my baby brother(36M, and technically my half brother) get taken forcefully out of our mother's(57F) arms by his father, who then proceeded to lock himself, and my brother, in his bedroom and called the police to have our mom Baker Acted. For those who don't know, the Baker Act is a law in Florida that says any family member or spouse can call the police and claim another family member or spouse is a danger to themselves or others. The person in question is then kept INVOLENTARILY in a mental health facility for a minimum 72 hours for psychological evaluation, and stays for a maximum of 3 weeks if no danger can be found. Why did my brother's father do this? Because our mom wanted a divorce and was fighting for custody of my brother. He didn't want to have to pay child support, and he wanted full custody. The easiest way to show our mom wasn't a fit mother was to have her mental health come into question. She fought against the process the whole way, which lead her to be kept for the full 3 weeks. I've been in the hospital for suicidal thoughts before, but only for 3 days. I can only imagine the kind of terror and sadness she experienced for 3 weeks not knowing if her children were okay.

My other sibling(38NB and also my half sibling) and I went to stay with my siblings grandmother, not my mother's mother, making the whole situation even more fucked up. My maternal grama was there when all this happened, so I'm not sure why we went with the other grandparent. Nobody has ever told me the whole story of that day, so while I remember the most traumatic part for me and some of the aftermath, I've mostly had to pull the pieces together over the years from disjointed stories and context clues. I do remember that after my mom got out of the hospital, the grandparents we were with tried to pack us up and leave before my mom showed up. Thankfully she made it in time because lord knows what kind of life we would have had with that stuck up bitch (not a story for this sub, but maybe another day somewhere else).

Anyway, the ploy worked. His father got full custody with supervised visitation. As a final final "fuck you" to my mom, he moved across the country to NY with my brother. My mom still technically got supervised visitation, but a 27 hour cross-country trip once every two weeks in the early 90s just wasn't feasible, especially as my mom was living paycheck-to-paycheck with two young children. We went to visit him just once on his 3rd birthday and then lost contact. The days of the internet and social media were far off at that time, so it was easy for him to go dark.

Then, about 15 years ago, my mom found his Facebook account. She was too scared to contact him so I did. It took some convincing that we really didn't want to lose contact, but eventually we started talking on a regular basis. I made friends with some of his friends. I lived in FL at the time, but I have since moved to NY, not because of my brother, just reasons (another story for another time). I got up the courage recently to ask him to come to my wedding. It's at least a year or more off, but I really want him to be there and meet the family. We both decided our family should meet a few days ahead of time as to not distract much from the wedding.

Anyway, where I fucked up: I was telling my mom and her husband of 10+years about a reddit story I read recently and said that it reminded me of a story about me and my brother. It was a story about an ex-wife who got jealous of the groom's sister, which is basically happened between him and his ex-wife. My mom FREAKED and ended the call almost immediately. I texted her to tell her the story over text, and she called me when she got the first one. She talked in a hushed tone:

Mom: "Never talk about your brother in front of (husband) ever again!"

Me: "Why not? I don't understand?"

Mom: "I haven't told him about it!"

Me: "WHAT?? Why??"

Mom: "He doesn't need to know!"

Me: "Mom, you have to tell him. This is a conversation that needs to be had."

Mom: "No it isn't! I never have to talk about! It's too hard and I don't have the spoons for any of this!"

Me: "Mom, I've invited him to the wedding. He's going to be there. He wants to meet all of us!"

Mom: "No it's too traumatic! I don't need to ever talk about it if I don't want to!"

Me: "It was traumatic for me too! I was 3yo and I remember everything! There were some parts I didn't understand because I was too young, but I had to piece everything together myself because no one talked to me about it!"

Mom: "..."

Mom: "...how's he doing?"

I told her he was fine. He's working, has his own place, was married at least once. Nothing too exciting, just normal. I emphasized that she needs to talk to her therapist about this because she needs to process this trauma. She told me she loved me and hung up. I feel bad because I had no idea she thought she was dealing with this on her own, like she thought it was some secret that no one knew about except the "adults."

So yeah, I accidentally triggered a trauma response in my own mom because I had absolutely no idea she doesn't talk to anyone about it.

TL;DR: I accidentally forced a trauma response in my mom when I mentioned my brother because his father snatched him from her arms, had her committed, and got custody as a result. She thought she was suffering alone, and I didn't understand, until today, why no one openly talked with me about it.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/ivorella on 2026-07-07 19:13:03+00:00.

Man, they come out of those dispensers fast, eh?

My fiancee and I went to Winco yesterday and I have been craving jelly beans like nobody's business. I saw they had giant dispensers with all the flavors I wanted!! Watermelon, buttered popcorn, black licorice, cotton candy, I was in heaven!

But pulling the handle on the coffee-style dispensers allowed WAY more to come through than I anticipated. Which, is fine. I can eat a lot of jelly beans and we don't have a candy store near us so when will I have this chance again?

Well, I ended up with 3.27 pounds (or 1.36 kilo) of jelly beans 😬

I bought my groceries, paid $92 for it all.

$30 is just jelly beans.

So I'll be snacking on these for a while....

My best friend said they're going to write math problems about me. 🥴

TL;DR I spent $30 on jelly beans due to my ignorance and strength.