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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/fmkaiba on 2026-06-13 21:34:36+00:00.

Some background: My wife is from Taiwan and understands basic Mandarin, my father in law has significantly more comfort with Mandarin.

We went out with our young infant son and my father in law for his birthday that was very nice! In teaching our son the names for his grandparents (The Mandarin words intended for the parents on the maternal side) we repeatedly were saying. "Say happy birthday to your 'gon gon'" and say thank you to "Gon Gon". Terms that we had learned from my mother-in-law, who of course is excellent skill in Mandarin. It definitely was getting some strange reactions from him, that we were surprised about considering he is very happy interacting with his grandson. He finally speaks up and says that word is the wrong word, and starts describing how emperor in China would have male servants around him that had certain surgeries performed so they would not go after the concubines.... We come to find out that we are using the word for eunuch, not the word for grandfather .... This word we learned from my mother-in-law, who is divorced with my father-in-law... Whether or not this was intentional or not.. hard to say. My wife was very short we were saying it correctly and we had to apologize quite a bit. He was very understanding once he understood why, and taught us the appropriate term. Definitely not the way to win over your father-in-law. He words were "when will people say this to you where I come from supposed to punch them".

TL;DR: my mother-in-law either on accident or on purpose taught that's the wrong term for grandfather, I'm calling my father-in-law.... And teaching my son to call him .... A eunuch. We've solved it now, but feel most embarrassed.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/caiol333 on 2026-06-13 13:54:18+00:00.

For context, yesterday was Valentine's Day in my country, and me (M27) and my GF (F25) spent it together for the first time. We were dating for one month while seeing each other for two more so we were still learning things about each other. Now onto the story.

We were hanging around in my room with my cousin and her spouse having fun and chatting when she suddenly wanted to throw away my mug. This mug was from my previous GF that I dated for almost two years, it was one of those university mugs and she made me buy it at the time. I was very confused on why she (current GF) wanted to throw away the mug, and we had a little argument on why that was nonsense and there would be no reason for me to throw it away since it had no sentimental value and it was in my room just for practicity (I lost my stanley cup because people kept using it and leaving it anywhere so I wanted to take care of this mug).

This instantly soured the mood. She was clearly bothered by it even though she caved in. Tried doing everything I could to cheer her up, even offered to throw away the mug myself if it mattered that much to her but nothing worked, drove her home and that was the night.

While talking to her today, she said that that mug kinda ruined her night, and that was her first Valentine's Day she spent dating someone so it was supposed to be very special for her. She said that since the mug was something my ex GF gave me it had to go because she didnt like that it reminded me of her and that I shouldnt keep nothing she gave me. If I knew that meant so much to her in the first place Id have thrown it away instantly.

TL;DR: Didnt want to throw away a mug I bought from my ex GF, ruined my GF's Valentine's Day night

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/DaniT0n on 2026-06-12 22:19:42+00:00.

I am 29, and I was feeling very energetic today. I often have in my past jumped on trampolines for fun. I have not in a few years, but there's a rather large trampoline in my backyard. It's very old, inherited from the previous owners, and the edge of it is all metal framed. But I stay active, so I figured I could try it a little again. And when I started jumping, it felt very stable. And it was, I was juts the problem.

Well, I attempted a flip, did the flip, and over shot it. Landed on the metal flat on my chest so hard I still hurt. I have talked to everyone I know, laughing about how old I am. No one saw this, but I literally felt my shoulders go forward. My chest go, "NOPE!", and just flopped back on my back for a bit. It's was arguably hilarious. Quite a shame it wasn't witnessed by anyone.

Anyway, here I am several hours later and I am incredibly sore. I am contemplating pain killers since I rarely take any. But it's bad. My back, my chest is super sore, my shoulders, and my neck. I am just fine physically. Just store. I kept saying I felt all 29 years in my joints in the moment. Nothing broken, nothing missing except some of my pride. Just sore and officially, I think, too old to do that.

TL;DR

I fell onto metal trying to do a flip on a trampoline, and now my chest and torso are sore. The only thing I can blame it on is my age hitting me like a brick.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Degenerecy on 2026-06-13 08:13:16+00:00.

So this is still developing but here it goes...

Every Friday my father has an, all about him night, drinking lots of alcohol and gummies(THC, legal here) and rarely he gets belligerent and starts breaking things and this time while he was breaking things, I stopped him, didn't push hard just held him back asking him to stop. Well that didn't go well, he started to get more angry, kicked the garbage can, pushed my mother out of the way and that's when I pushed him, mind you in the same spot so I didn't expect the outcome but he stumbled this time hitting his head against the microwave cracking the door glass, he was fine afterwards, no cuts or anything but that is when I fucked up royally. Now at that point me being in the vicinity was making him angrier so I went outside and contemplated what to do next. He came out trying to shove me but I'm larger but I didn't fight back.

Now he's calling me threatening that if I show back up he will call the cops and to look for a new home, etc.

Just for context he's an alcoholic and has recently gambled 5k away causing massive debt. He's done this before at his friend's house who now no longer invites him over. Also, I am disabled so my income is 600, 800 with food stamps per month. I can't easily find a place to live. My uncle has a room maybe. Cousin as well but I am going to have to file section 8, maybe. If my father remembers today, he's that drunk.

Tl;Dr: I pushed my drunk, high father too hard to stop him breaking stuff and now he's threatening to call the cops if I show up.

Edit: Too add, part of why I stay is for my mother. She can't drive, never has. I've been taking her to work for nearly 20 years, 4am-3pm. So without me, it will just add strain to them. I also do the dishes nearly everyday and cook dinner every night. As well as clean occasionally. No way I can keep up cleaning that house with 5 dogs and a dirt yard and field behind that.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Tmh887 on 2026-06-13 02:43:56+00:00.

Before I start...I am now totally aware I should not have done this and should have suggested an alternative.

I live in a neighborhood around Detroit that's all 1950's tract housing (tons of streets with small-ish houses and small lots). I was going for a walk and heard a phone ringing about 15 feet in front of me. It was a brand new iPhone that retails for around $1,000, just laying in the grass.

I answered it and told the person that was calling that I just found this phone laying in the grass and wanted to return it. The kid on the other end told me it's his friends phone. The kid knew his friends mom's number, so I gave the kid my number to pass along to her so we can arrange for her to get it back.

She calls my phone and I tell her what happened. I told her where I found it, and she says that's where his grandparents live and he was over there recently.

She gives me their address so I can knock on their door and turn the phone over to them. I stand there for 10 minutes knocking over and over but no one answers. I called the mom back and said no one is answering. So she says...

"My ex-husbands truck is parked in their driveway just behind the fence gate. It's always unlocked, so just go back there and set the phone on the driver's seat and I'll come get it". I say that this is going to make me look like a criminal. She told me that no one was home and it'll be fine.

But it wasn't. I opened the gate, opened the truck door, dropped the phone off, and got out of there ASAP. Before I make it out of the driveway I hear someone behind me yelling "EXCUSE ME. WHAT IN THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING???? I'M ON THE PHONE WITH THE POLICE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE YOUR DUMBASS THOUGHT YOU COULD JUST BREAK INTO OUR SHIT". It was the Grandma and another Aunt.

I start panicking and said "This isn't what it looks like. I can explain", which I thought people only said in movies . She says "Oh you better have a damn good reason for this". As I'm explaining the situation (poorly, I might add, since I was so nervous), they think it's total BS. I call the mom back from my phone and say "THEY WERE HOME. PLEASE EXPLAIN TO THEM WHAT IS HAPPENING". I hand my phone to the aunt, and the mom explains. The aunt ends the call and says "This guy found Josh's phone and Diane told him to put it in Mark's truck in the back since we weren't answering the door."

They start being cool about it and nice to me and I'm SO relieved and head home. 10 minutes later the mom calls me back and insists on buying me lunch because of what I did and what I had to go through in the process. I decline but was VERY thankful for her explaining to them what was happening.

TL:DR - Found a kids lost phone in the grass. Got in touch with his mom who asked me to drop it off in a truck at the kids Grandma's house since they didn't seem to be home. They were home, and thought I was breaking in and called the cops. I got the mom on the phone and she explained. Cops are called off and we all lived happily ever after.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/PersonalityCrazy1444 on 2026-06-12 21:19:58+00:00.

So my job for a trip to a seaside town in the UK to watch 4 days of cricket. It was to book the accommodation. Simplicity itself isn't it? Book 3 nights that sleeps 3 people.

No worries I get it all booked 3 months ago. Bit surprised at how cheap it was actually for an apartment that sleeps 4 and right near the train station.

The party is 2 of us tonight, then 3 for Saturday and Sunday.

All sorted now and we can get the train to the town.

This is where I should have started to get worried. I arrived at the platform, phone my mate.

"Where are you?"

"On the platform"

"I can't see you, where the fuck are you?"

I'm the opposite platform you spanner, it's 15 and you're on 16!"

No worries, I get to the correct platform and we head off.

Nice day in the sun watching cricket and get a bit sunburnt. I brandish Google maps like I'm some explorer and lead us off to the accommodation.

35 minutes later my mate takes over and gets us to the street.

Cue frantic messages because we haven't been given the apartment details and how to open the key safe. We get the address and key safe details. No key in there.

My mate phones the landlord and after some information swapping, I'd definitely booked it for 12th - 15th June.

In 2027!

We're in a grotty B&B now with no window in our room. My mate is adamant he gets to tell our other mate tomorrow when he turns up. I do not think this is the last I'll hear of this.

TLDR: Booked accommodation for a 3 night stay, got the right dates, the right town just was out by a year

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Ice94k on 2026-06-12 16:32:47+00:00.

So, I'm an ADHD dude. I've been diagnosed for the past 3 years, but I haven't always taken the same meds. I used Vyvanse for a while, but my doctors thought it wasn't necessary for the moment and that I should cut back to just Strattera.

And Strattera did work for a while; But recently, I started having to study again, for something that isn't my job and I'm not very interested in per-se. Since that's the case, my ADHD set off a perpetual "nah" on having tight, scheduled studying. I was having a lot of trouble even just getting up from bed to do it, and really couldn't focus on what I was doing.

So my doctors put me back on Vyvanse. I picked the old bottle and picked right up where I was, as it hadn't expired yet and I'm not about to waste expensive drugs. And it was weird; Some days, it worked great, sure, but some days... It felt like I didn't take anything at all. Barely got out the bed, didn't get any focus, it was weird.

So today, I opened the capsule I was about to take before taking it. And it was empty... Then it hit me.

Turns out, me from the past thought "You know, having some placebo pills might be useful in case I need to convince myself of something". And then proceeded to empty out some of the pills, mix the medicine in water (leaflet said it was ok), and store the pills right back at the bottle with all the other normal pills...

Tl;Dr: Autistically emptied pills for placebo effect, much to the surprise and chagrin of 2-years-later me.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/BigBenyamin86 on 2026-06-12 14:48:41+00:00.

Where to begin?

Well, my wife and I , we have a small farm. Nothing too fancy, a few dozen chickens, a dozen or so turkeys, another dozen ducks, some quail, rabbits, and a few goats. I never wanted a farm, I only wanted a few chickens for some fresh eggs. My wife, however.. hooo boy. (That's a story for another day, but the warning here is this; Guys, if you think you are getting off easy by marrying the "Low Maintenance" woman, you are in fact going to spend even more money on the inevitable farm she somehow winds up with.)

So, we have this farm. All of these birds. All.. the damn birds... Anyway, one of the things my wife enjoys doing is incubating eggs, and hatching chicks. We have 3 incubators, that are in my house. I would rather they be in the shed, but my wife would rather they be in the house where she can keep a closer eye on them. They live in our computer room, over on a desk set up next to her computer. It makes her happy, so I'm okay with it. Until today, the only issue was the constant peeping of babies once they hatched. But that never lasted long until they were moved out to a brooder box to grow a bit before being sold or introduced to the flock.

Well, on to the fuck up. Most of our birds, the incubation period is around 21 days, give or take. Every few days, you "candle" the eggs by shining light through them, to see what kind of development is happening. Anything with signs of death, we discard quickly, for the reasons I'm about to get in to. One incubator is in the corner, and a bit inconvenient to reach, but my wife normally checks is. So, I did not candle and check the turkey eggs that were in the corner. This brings us to the find out phase of my fuck up...

Last night, just after midnight, I was sitting at my computer, winding down for the day. My wife had just left the room to go check something outside (we have had a pesky racoon getting quail. We often live trap these little buggers and relocate them). As I'm sitting there, I hear a loud "Pop!". Startled, I jump and look around, wondering what this sound was. I don't see anything broken, and it really sounded like a plastic water bottle popping back out, after having been crumpled in. I shrugged, and went back to my game, unaware of the horrors that awaited me. Not even a minute later, a slight smell hits my nose. "Hmm, that's a strange smell, I wonder if one of the dogs let one rip." I thought, before sniffing once again. What hit my nostrils was a smell that brought a horrible realization to me.. an egg had exploded.

The smell was something out of a nightmare. It was like ten thousand pickle and beer farts had just been unleashed all at once. My olfactory senses were quickly being overloaded, and I did the only thing I could do. I abandoned the room, running out into the house, gagging and gasping for fresh air. But this was to be a short lived reprieve. I could smell the stench following me. Creeping it's way from the computer room like an evil spirit from a long forgotten crypt. I ran outside, into the back yard, calling to my wife. "An egg exploded!!" I yelled, still trying to get fresh, clean air into my nose. Confused, she approached the house, where I once again told her that an egg had exploded in one of the incubators. She gets a look of dread, because she knows we have to deal with this foul demon, and she knows it won't be pleasant. We know the best course of action will be to remove the entire incubator, but that means getting even closer to this newly summoned specter of rankness.

We prepare, we tie our shirts up over our faces the best we can, and steel ourselves. After one last clean breath of air we open the door and charge into our house. At least it used to be our house. It had been taken by the smell, and we would have to fight to reclaim it. We make our way back into the computer room, the smell growing even stronger, tears coming to our eyes making it harder to see. I grab the incubator while she unplugs it from the wall. I hoist it up and begin quickly moving towards the door, where she has already opened it for me to cast this demonic entity from our home. I take the chamber of damnation to the yard, and the wife follows with a trash bag, both of us fearing a hazmat team may show up at any moment because of the biological horrors we were unleashing upon the world. We check to see if any of the other eggs are still alive, separate the few that are, and dump everything else in the bag, seal it, and put it inside another bag. After dropping that in the trash can, we go and clean the incubator, to remove any goo left behind.

The demon was gone, but the aftermath was still very present in our house. Once we re-entered, he had to open windows and light candles. Copious amounts of air freshener was sprayed. We even debated on calling a priest to bless the house and exorcise anything that remained.

This morning, the smell has finally dissipated. I can breathe again. But now I will always be weary of anything in the incubator. This is an evil that I do not wish upon anyone. If it were used in war I'm sure it would violate the Geneva Conventions. I'll not forget to check the eggs ever again..

TL;DR: I didn't check the eggs in our incubator. One of them exploded and unleashed the foulest of stenches upon my house, causing much sorrow and grief.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/filemon56 on 2026-06-12 14:06:53+00:00.

For the past 3ish years I've had a slightly muffled right ear. It hasn't affected my day to day too badly so it hasn't been a big priority to visit the doctor and fix immediately. It feels like a slight clog in my ear that holds pressure. On occasion there is some discomfort and I feel slight pops in my jaw. Some mornings my jaw has felt locked up and I need to pop it to have full range of motion again.

I've brought it up with the doctor when I go for a yearly check up and they've assumed it was maybe a eustachian tube dysfunction. They've tested my hearing with tuning forks and have prescribed me antihistamines to hopefully clear or relieve pressure in my ear. Over the years none of this helped and I was referred to the ENT specialist.

I looked up how an ENT specialist could fix this and it sounded intimidating and possibly painful so I put it off. I also wasn't in the best financial spot to visit a specialist. This year in my check up the doctor reminded me about my referral and convinced me to go before it expired.

After various tests, my ears have no permanent hearing damage, they look healthy and the pressure in them reads as normal (so not a eustachian tube dysfunction). The doctor sat next to me and asked if I clenched my teeth in my sleep or in life. I wasn't sure how to know if I did since my dentist hasn't said anything.

Turns out I've been closing my mouth wrong all my life til it affected my hearing. I thought your teeth should fit neatly into each other, like a jigsaw puzzle, when resting. Apparently, there's supposed to be a gap between them and your sets of teeth aren't supposed to touch unless you're eating basically. During the night I also made sure my jaws were closed so that I wouldn't snore in my sleep like some relatives and this would lead to me clenching in my sleep.

Just slept with a mouthguard in for the first time last night and I have a heating gel pack to relax my jaw muscles before and after bed.

TL;DR I thought your teeth are supposed to touch when your mouth is closed and it hurt my ear.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/pandagidyne on 2026-06-12 05:24:31+00:00.

A while ago I found a cat outside a school at midnight I felt sorry for her so I took her home. My father-in-law named her Luli, but when we took her to the vet it wasn't a female but a neutered male.

Since we didn't have a male name, we named him Lalo (the nickname for those named Eduardo). One thing led to another and they ended up calling him Eduardo Andrés.

I have a computer science classmate named Eduardo, so I told him the story of how we ended up with that name, and I mentioned that on his pet ID card his official name is Eduardo Andrés, then everyone looked at me strangely because my classmate's name is Eduardo Andrés.

So now my new cat has the exact same name as my classmate, and I'm afraid people would think weird things about me.

TLDR:

My family named my cat exactly like a classmate and now I feel weird.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/crs379 on 2026-06-12 01:35:41+00:00.

for some context, i am incredibly emotional before starting my period. it gets so bad that sometimes i cry over very small things. well the night before my period, i had a pretty bad emotional breakdown. i won’t get into detail, but ultimately i decided that i was going to watch some seals swim on youtube to help me calm down. Instead of feeling calm, i started crying more because of how cute they are, and had to turn it off.

a couple days later, i had an appointment with my psychiatrist and told her about me crying over seals. looking back i thought it was funny… long story short, she didn’t. she had me do some surveys and informed me that it would be best to start an antipsychotic which is definitely something i wasn’t expecting. i just took my first one tonight and i’m already starting to feel much better, i’m hoping it will improve my mood not only before my period but in the time between as well. it’s crazy how something seemingly so small and insignificant can expose that there’s actually more beneath the surface. thank you for reading this and i hope this made you laugh.

TL;DR: it was the day before my period and had a mental breakdown, and then i cried watching seals swim because of how cute they are. told my psychiatrist about it as a funny anecdote and she made me start an antipsychotic.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/CRK_76 on 2026-06-11 21:05:04+00:00.

Original Post: https://www.reddit.com/r/tifu/s/djghyyq3TR

Hey everybody. Just a quick update. So last night was the first time my girlfriend and I went to her parents' house since the Tits incident. Nobody talked about it, so I was hoping that it would be forgotten. We all started eating dinner. My girlfriend excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she came back her Mom said, "Hey, it's Tits." They all started laughing at me. I wanted to cry. They all gave me a hug, but that didn't make me feel better. They just kept laughing. I just smiled and kept drinking wine to deal with this. I've realized that they will never let me forget this. But I am grateful they all have a sense of humor.

TL;DR My girlfriend's parents reminded me of the time I called my girlfriend Tits in front of them.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Living_Being700 on 2026-06-11 18:04:14+00:00.

my elderly neighbor has been living next to me for the 2 years i've been here, really nice guy, lives alone. last week i noticed his bins were still inside his front gate on collection day, truck was literally coming down the street and i knew he'd miss it. so i just opened his gate, wheeled them out to the pavement real quick and left them there for the truck.

didn't think anything of it and went back inside.

turns out he'd gone on a golf trip for a few days with his mates, one of those trips where they're out on the course all day and basically unreachable. his daughter had set up a ring camera at the front of the house a while back but the angle only really covers the front door, so what she saw on the alert was just someone opening the gate and walking into her dads property. no context, no bins, nothing.

i'm not in the local facebook group, didn't even know it existed. so when she posted the clip asking if anyone knew who i was i had absolutely no idea.

next morning at 7am two police officers knocked on my door. a neighbor had recognized my jacket and pointed them my way. i'm standing there half asleep trying to explain the bin situation while they're looking at me like i've lost the plot.

they were fine about it once i explained, one of them even laughed, but the whole street had already seen the post by then. my neighbor got back, knocked on my door completely mortified and wouldn't stop apologizing which somehow made the whole thing more uncomfortable.

TL;DR wheeled my neighbors bins out on collection day while he was away on a golf trip, his daughter's ring camera only caught me walking into the property, got posted to the local facebook group, had police knock on my door at 7am. i will never touch another persons bins again.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Demolitionlady on 2026-06-10 10:46:36+00:00.

I had a baby boy a couple months ago. He's the sweetest little nugget and the first few weeks he slept like a champ. So I would BF him and then do housework in the apartment. I had to be on sick leave my whole pregnancy and the lack of human contact made me a little overly reliant on YouTube channels reading Reddit stories. I will listen to Reddit stories throughout the day.

My baby is now nine weeks old and he just... Doesn't sleep. I had like four nights in a row where I slept about 40 minutes at most and you do get a little crazy. Same in the daytime.. the baby seems fussy and won't sleep. I called my mom sobbing telling her that he just won't sleep and I'm exhausted and like any boomer mom she told me to put him down and it's not dangerous for him to cry. I laid him down in the cot and tried to focus on something else for five minutes so I could regain my sanity.. so I put on one of the Reddit podcasts and...silence.

I almost ran over to the crib and thought he had stopped breathing or something, but no the little dude was just chilling. His eyes closed and he finally slept!

I listen to one Reddit story and turned of the podcast and then... WAAH WAAH WAAH! His eyes were wide open! Finally got him to sleep and it was .. ten minutes... Damn. I turned on the podcast again so I could listen to it while rocking him and... Silence again! Sound asleep.

Turns out listening to Reddit non -stop for the first weeks made it so my baby can't sleep without Reddit... So now it's.. Reddit podcasts all day.. all night... I think I have to delete this app and the YouTube app when he becomes a normal baby.. or will he just become a stereotypes of a Redditor? *Shudder* I hope not... Wish me luck

TL;DR constantly listening to Reddit will make your baby addicted and instead of being awake all night because of screaming you will instead be kept awake by Rslashs karen voices..

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/FAFMFTQ on 2026-06-10 17:53:50+00:00.

i had my own religious psychosis period, i was looking deeply into religion and being a devoted Muslim until i finally left. but I'm still friends with my Muslim friends.

i keep it a secret from everyone, i live in my own house in a Muslim country and being an ex Muslim is a BIG deal here.

my friend started to notice that i don't pray anymore, and how i started changing recently. but she thought I'm just having a tough time or whatever. so she spent months, checking on me every now and then, asking if I'm back to praying again, asking if I'm back to wear the khimar (a bigger hijab covers to the chest) instead of the normal hijab and so on..

but today as i was visiting her, i just wish we could've had a good day without bringing up religion LIKE ALWAYS. and i just had enough of pretending that i believe a word i say when i talk about Allah and faith and whatever.

i told her i no longer believe in it, obviously she didn't like it. but i didn't expect her to send me a message after i left, telling me that I'm no longer welcome into her house because I'm "kafir" now.

i haven't answered yet, i don't even know if there's anything that could be said.

TL;DR: i told my strictly religious friend that i left religion and became an atheist, now I'm no longer welcome into her house, and our friendship is over

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Lilith245245 on 2026-06-09 23:19:22+00:00.

So I live in a duplex and my next door neighbour is also my landlord. Older dude, Best landlord I’ve ever had, I’ve lived here for almost 4 years and he’s never raised the rent and anytime I’ve ever needed something fixed that I couldn’t do myself he’s on it.

I have a cat that I let outside into an enclosed catio. There is a little spot where she likes to go sleep and I can’t always see her because only the door part is wire, the rest has siding. So I was trying to get her attention by calling her name out the window. Out this window not only can I see my yard but also my landlords. But anyways I’m calling her name and saying “oh look at you you’re so sweet and cute” and “I love you so much” When I see movement out of the corner of my eye. MY LANDLORD WAS OUTSIDE SITTING IN A CHAIR WITH HIS SHIRT OFF SUNTANNING. ALSO MY CATS NAME??? It’s BABY. I am MORTIFIED. I just wanted to talk to my cat and lowkey harassed? Hit on???? my landlord so now I have to move because I can never show my face again (kidding… kinda) And like I did not say any gender specific things while talking to her. So yeah. 😭 he walked inside fastish but I was in full panic mode I ran outside and grabbed her even though she didn’t want in and closed all my windows.

TL;DR: was telling my cat named baby how sweet and cute she was when my landlord was shirtless outside and now I have to move from sheer mortification.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Akimovell on 2026-06-10 09:34:28+00:00.

This happened over the course of like two months so its not a single moment of stupidity, more like a slow build of me being an idiot.

I moved into my current apartment last winter. Its an older building, the walls and floors are not exactly soundproof. Within the first week i started hearing this loud rhythmic banging from the apartment above me, usually in the evening, sometimes after 11pm. Sounded like someone repeatedly dropping something heavy on the floor or dragging furniture. It would go on for 20-30 minutes and then stop. I was already stressed from the move and starting a new semester and this just made everything worse.

I told myself id say something but i kept putting it off because i hate conflict. Instead i just stewed about it. I started timing it on my phone. I complained to my friend about it constantly. At some point i convinced myself the guy up there was doing it deliberately to annoy me, like he had something against me personally even though we had never spoken. I worked myself into a genuine quiet hatred for this person i had never met. Two months of this.

Last week the hallway door was open when i was coming back home and my neighbor was in the doorway. We made eye contact and i thought okay, this is it, im gonna say something calm and adult about the noise. Before i could open my mouth he smiled and introduced himself and mentioned he does physical therapy exercises every evening because of a back injury he got at work two years ago. Just offered that information completely unprompted like he was used to explaining it to people.

I said "oh thats totally fine" and went inside and sat on my floor for a while.

Two months of low grade anger at a guy with a bad back doing his physical therapy. I never said anything to him but i feel like an idiot anyway.

TL;DR: Spent two months convinced my upstairs neighbor was banging on the floor to annoy me on purpose. Turns out he has a back injury and does physical therapy every evening. He told me this himself before i could even complain.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/nebulochaos on 2026-06-10 00:48:12+00:00.

I had Mexican for lunch. It was fucking delicious, but the onions and spice really started a storm brewing in my gut.

I take the bus home from work every day. Lately, the city I live in has been replacing a lot of their buses with these hybrid or electric models, which are not only environmentally friendly but posteriorally hostile since the seats in these models are all made of HARD plastic. More sanitary, I guess. Easier to clean. Oh, and the engine doesn't make noise when the bus is stopped.

Ten minutes into the ride home from work, I feel a little bubble in my gut. No biggie, I think, and I angle sideways slightly to let it slide out.

The bus was at a red light. The plastic seat betrayed me.

Hand to god, I have NEVER ripped a louder fart in my LIFE. Like, cheeks flapping BRRT, I heard it through noise-cancelling headphones playing music. I'm positive even the driver had to have heard it while I was sitting in the back of the bus.

"Oh, that's not so bad," you must be thinking. "If it was crowded, all you had to do was just act nonchalant and no one would know it was you." No, I have the sense of humor of a seven year old boy. And the sheer impact of the noise made me do one of those really stupid laughs, the one where you press your lips together and your WHOLE body starts shaking. Like, I held in so much laughter I turned red and teared up. I didn't look at anyone on the bus out of sheer shame, just stared at my phone screen and tried not to die.

I guess of all the things that could have followed farting on the bus, I should be grateful things didn't go worse.

TL;DR: farted on the bus and started laughing. Everyone knew I did it.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Silent-Profit6067 on 2026-06-08 21:52:15+00:00.

Hi I’m a 19 years old girl. I’m extremely short. And there’s a machine at the gym that people can adjust the height of, and the last person who used that machine put the handle very high so I tried to jump to reach it and I grabbed it but I slipped and fell and hit my arm very hard with the machine and then again against the floor and I was like ouchie ouchie so I stretched my leg in pain and I didn’t notice there was an elder lady behind me that had just arrived and I accidentally pushed her with my leg and she kind of tripped backwards but THANK GOD THANK GAWD she didn’t fall😭😭😭😭I was so embarrassed and she was so nice she kind of giggled about it. But imagine she actually fell and hit her head and died because of me omg

TL;DR I slipped while trying to reach something at the gym and accidentally shoved an old lady with my leg

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/SnooPets8873 on 2026-06-09 01:35:18+00:00.

My dad did me a huge favor by taking care of my pets/house while I was traveling. He actually came from another state on his own to do it and flew back the day before I returned. Apparently he felt bad that they help a sibling a lot but aren’t able to provide any practical assistance to me since I’m not close by. So I thank him, prep my house so all “contraband” is hidden (my parents are Muslim and I’m not interested in discussing some parts of my life with them), and things seem to be going smoothly overall.

But then I get back and while I’m on the phone with my mom a couple days later I notice something small is on my console table behind some candles/birthday cards. I grab it to take a look while chatting and it’s a Heineken bottle cap. At first I’m like oh shit did I miss some bottles when I stashed away my bar? But the hits me - I don’t drink Heineken. None of my friends drink Heineken. I’ve never bought any.

And I’m such a fucking idiot that I tell my mom that I just found something really weird and random and start speculating on how it could have gotten into my house because it definitely wasn’t there before I left. And while I’m sharing and discounting ridiculous theories which my mom is simultaneously running by my dad (“did you have any workers come to the house? Were you home when the cleaners came to Snoo’s? No, it couldn’t be her friends, she says they don’t drink this) I finally realize…It’s my dad’s. He must have bought some to try while he was here on his own and when trying to remove the cap, I bet it flew since he isn’t used to doing it and he didn’t realize where it went. And dumbass that I am, I’m not only telling my mom about how there is a beer bottle cap in the house that isn’t mine, I’m also ruling out each explanation that attributes it to anyone other than him. 🤦🏽‍♀️

I did my best to then disambiguate walk it all back and distract. But while my mom isn’t super analytical but she’s no dummy. I’m pretty sure she was just waiting to get off the phone with me to say something to him. I feel so bad. I wish I hadn’t said anything!!

TLDR: my dad who is Muslim was house sitting. I found a beer bottle cap that I now know has to be his but already told my mom about it and insisted it was new and couldn’t be mine or my friends.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/neymarolga on 2026-06-09 05:44:39+00:00.

This happened 2 years ago in my previous job. It was usually myself and my 2 other co workers (1 guy and 1 girl). It was April fools and I made a lame joke about being late because I needed blinker fluid to my guy co worker.

We both just ran with the joke and expanded on the flux capacitor, both of us obviously joking around….then my other girl co worker chimed in…

“What’s blinker fluid??? Does my car need it!?” She said it so concerned.

Me and my guy co worker looked at each other like…. Should we keep it going?

Then we kept talking about how we change it every month and it’s so hard to find.

So I sent a link to our work chat which is a fake website that has the blinker fluid.

She started freaking out and saying she’s never changed it….

She gets up and CALLS HER BROTHER (she’s the only girl in her family and usually her brothers take care of her care maintenance ) and starts bashing the brother like YELLING at him why he’s never changed it and he doesn’t care for her.. the brother was just like “hold up what are you talking about”

She leaves the room and keeps on yelling to her brother.

Me and my guy co worker just crack up so loud but felt so bad…..

When she returns she said her brother will do more research and take care of it…..

The next day she comes in I HATE YOU GUYS! and she didn’t talk to us the rest of the week…

I still bad

TL;DR: blinker fluid inside joke turned into mayhem on a poor innocent sibling

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/throwaway009090986 on 2026-06-09 00:13:09+00:00.

For context, I (24M) have been dating my girlfriend (22F) for about a year now, and in that entire time she has been absolutely amazing. She's kind, thoughtful, communicative, and just a walking green flag all around. I have no pets and neither does she, but I adore animals. The funny thing is, so does she. She loves animals and is very good with them, and even works at a zoo, but anytime I bring up getting a dog, a cat, even just a bunny or something, instantly it's "hell no, I'm not dealing with all that" "It's a waste of money" and other things

This is not necessarily a deal breaker for me because she doesn't hate animals. My only thing was I was so confused as to why, just WHY, she could possibly hate the idea of having animals this much since she grew up with lots of pets based on the pictures she's showed me from when she was a kid, but anytime I would ask, it was always "I don't wanna talk about it" "it's not a big deal" "Just drop it" and for awhile, I did.

Now, onto the actual story. Two days ago, I was finally meeting my girlfriends mom and heading to her childhood home. Her dad's not in the picture, it's always just been her, her mom, and her older brother, and their cats and dogs out in the countryside. The first red flag for me should have been when she brought two fresh lint rollers to our car, and when she told me not to wear my velvet shirt, but I thought she was just being dramatic so I didn't change clothes.

Then I walked through the door. What do I smell? Not the garlicky delight of a dish that her mother had cooked up. Not even the seasoning, or my girlfriend's wonderful perfume, or my own cologne. I walk through the front door, and all I smell and see is dog. There's dog hair in the air, on the rug, on the floor, on the couches, and I have three giant hairy dogs now all smelling me and trying to jump on me. And when I say hairy, I mean HAIRY. One is a lab, the other is a husky mix, and the third is a Great Pyrenees. They are all old dogs whom she grew up with, so they are the same dogs I've seen in her childhood pictures, just much older. I can't even sit on the couch in the living room because it smelled so bad, and I didn't want to say anything because my girlfriend already looked so embarrassed because there was so much dog hair literally all over my good shirt and pants.

She helps get the hair off of my back while I deal with the front, all the while me and her mom are conversing like her dogs didn't pretty much throw a bomb of hair at me, and then we go to the table to sit and eat. My girlfriend isn't the talkative type, especially when she's eating, so she's just noming down on the food while her mom and I are talking. Just basic things, like how we met, where I'm from, what I do for a living, and all that stuff.

And then I hear it. A low growl from underneath the table. Not a small growl either, I literally felt it in my feet BEFORE I heard it. You know those stories about Pyrenees food aggression? Yeah I got a public demonstration of that when this big ass dog literally hit right between my feet underneath the table at the husky. This, OBVIOUSLY, freaked me out so I jolted away from him because all I see is this giant mountain of a dog right beside me, teeth bared, looking like it's going to bite the other dog, and what does her mom do? Casually just taps his back and tells him to get back, which he doesn't even do, and then just continues on. If anything, she's acting like MY reaction is the problem, saying that I was "making it worse," to which my girlfriend blurted out "No, maybe if you actually took the time to train this out of him when he was a puppy, we wouldn't be here" and the conversation was kind of awkward and tense (at least I thought it was) and her mom was kind kind of acting like that didn't just happen, and then he did it again so my girlfriends mom put him out on the chain so he could just be outside.

Then this husky starts barking the most shrill bark I have ever heard in my life, it's like a bark and a howl mixed together, which makes the lab start barking in reply because I guess it's a competition now. As annoying as this was, I just felt like shit when I seen my girlfriends face.

I insisted that we go to her childhood home so I could get a feel of how she grew up, like we did with my families house, but all I seen on her face was that she looked so annoyed and disappointed and just sad, and disgusted. Why was she disgusted? Well, all that hair in the air is bound to go right onto the food because apparently dog hair just HAS to land right where your eating. I counted ELEVEN pieces of hair in my food alone, and those were just the big ones I picked out, who knows how many I probably missed and ate without looking. There was even some in my water bottle. My sealed, covered water bottle. How the hell does that even happen

When the dinner is over, I say goodbye to her mom, head outside, and I'm rolling all the hair off of me while my girlfriend is driving, and I ask her if she's alright and she goes "I'm fine" in a really snappy voice and she doesn't initiate a conversation for the whole ride.

Cut to the present day, the good news is my girlfriend is back to her regular happy self which I'm glad for. The bad news is that I'm pretty sure I have to get rid of my velvet shirt because I have hand washed this little shit about three times now and it still has dog hair in it when it dries and I'm just about to give up.

RIP shirty, you have gotten me through many job interviews

TL;DR: I kept pestering my girlfriend about why she never wanted pets. One visit to her childhood home full of shedding, barking, and poorly trained dogs later, I learned the answer and felt bad for making her revisit it. And ruined my favorite shirt in the process

Edit: A lot of comments are saying I “ignored my girlfriend when she explained the situation,” but she didn’t actually explain it to that level beforehand. I knew she wasn’t keen on pets and didn’t want to talk about it much, but I didn’t have the full context of what growing up there was like. If I had been told I was walking into what is basically a wall-of-hair, multi-dog chaos situation, I wouldn’t have pushed for the visit. Her mom also specifically wanted to meet me, and I thought visiting her childhood home would be a nice bonding thing

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/chuuchuutrain on 2026-06-08 17:05:31+00:00.

Now that we're back in the homeland I feel comfortable confessing to my crime.

Around a month ago we were in the Philippines for a wedding. The hotel we're staying at is nice albeit slightly confusing. For example our room number was 511 but it was on the second floor of the hotel. Also, for some reason connecting to room 512's wifi lead to faster internet than connecting to our own. No big deal, hearts to our unknowing homie room 512.

Anyway, the Philippines is gorgeous, hot, and humid. Unfortunately, this particular combination in nature often leads to bugs on steroids. Our room was pretty clean, no complaints, but my cousin explained that she had had to kill 2 cockroaches while she was in the shower.

Thankfully, we hadn't seen any. My partner thinks maybe it's a blessing from being on the second floor. I think we're probably just lucky.

Then, the morning we're supposed to check out, I see it. The big kahuna. The final boss. THE cockroach.

Internally, I'm already sighing because this is about to be my problem. I decide against killing it outright because I'm channeling my inner Florence Nightingale and want to show mercy. Also, this sucker would be a pain to clean off my shoe and I don't want to deal with that.

So I do the only reasonable thing. I catch it in a glass and decide I'll release it outside.

I slide a piece of plastic underneath the glass and make sure I look into its beady little eyes. I'm going to let you go so don't turn around and fly at me you mother trucker. DON'T DO IT. Also, I begrudgingly give it more respect points because this thing is huge. My Canadian spirit can acknowledge there's meat on this thing, not like the bugs back home that winter has carefully beaten into submission.

So, in this particular hotel, as soon as you step outside of our room door, you're outdoors. The hall to the right leads to the stairs and elevator, the hall to the left is a dead end where the corner column of the building is along with the isolated 512. A perfect release corner for my lazy butt.

I remind the cockroach of the accords, NO ATTACKING, and let it out by the column corner where it can f right off and live it's best cockroach life. Instead this gent immediately u-turns and skitters it's ungrateful ass under the door of room 512.

I stare at it in horror for all of 2 seconds before fleeing the site of the crime.

Sorry room 512.

TLDR: thoughts and prayers to room 512 for having to deal with the consequences of my actions (ie: a big ass cockroach) because I was too lazy to kill it. Signed, room 511, who definitely logged on to your room wifi.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/CheerySynopsis on 2026-06-08 15:32:34+00:00.

My friend's grandma passed a month ago. I always checked in with her because I know how close she was to her. I was talking with her on the phone and just out of the blue, asked her how her grandma was doing. She answered but almost immediately I thought "didn't her grandma pass?". A few days later it hit me, she absolutely did. I texted my friend and apologized profusely. She explained that she answered to not make me feel bad, which I appreciated so much but I now feel horrible knowing how much that probably hurt her!

Not making excuses but I am on anti seizure medication which has affected my memory extremely! This is the only reason I can come up with to forget such important information.

I have apologized again and again (probably annoyingly) but am afraid it messed up our relationship. Any advice?

TL;DR: I forgot my friend's gma passed and asked her about her health. Now idk if our friendship is ruined.

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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/Rainydaysonly on 2026-06-08 14:29:47+00:00.

To keep it simple I just got done working out and got home to make myself grilled turkey hash, I was cutting the jalapeños and bell peppers I like to put in it and forgot about the juice on my hand, I then got my spices ready and opened a new bottle of onion powder, since it was completely full and I opened it with a little too much force I got a little bit near my right eye and on my hand prompting me to rub it, almost instantly my eye literally felt like someone had just thrown a red hot spear into it. I rushed to the sink and did my best to flush it out but it literally did next to nothing to stop the burning, I ran to the bathroom and grabbed some tissues and doused them in milk and held them to my eye which helped a bit. It is currently 45 minutes later and I still actively want to kill myself.

Kill me.

TL:DR: Accidentally rubbed my eye with onion powder and jalapeño juice, do not make the same mistake