Story 1:
When I was a child, I received an invitation to a birthday party. It was handwritten and given to me by the kid whose birthday it was. When I got there, he pretended not to remember inviting me and asked to see the invitation. He denied writing it in front of many of my classmates and said I invited myself. I was so upset that I wanted to leave immediately, but my mom had already left. I had no choice but to tell him mom what happened so she could maybe drop me off.
His mom’s reaction caught me off guard. As she recognized his handwriting, she clearly got angry at her son for being unkind. She was super sweet, gave me some Lamingtons and a soda, and told me I could go play video games by myself until my mom picked me up. That was the day I discovered that none of my classmates were my friends.
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Story 2:
When I was in kindergarten, my mom thought it was pajama day and sent me to school in pajamas. It was not pajama day; it was picture day. So, in my picture with my classmates, everyone is dressed all nice, and I’m wearing pajamas. To this day, when there is something like a costume party or a casual day at work, I will literally check that it’s the right day every hour before going in, asking multiple people to clarify, and still bring a change of clothes in case, every single time I checked the date, I read it wrong or the universe suddenly skips a day.
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Story 4:
Over 10 years ago, my husband’s family accused me of stealing stuff at their house, and I still can’t get over it.
My husband and I moved away from our country. He left first, and I stayed in his family’s house until I could also go (about 2 years). A few months after I left, my brother-in-law and mother-in-law visited. They spent a few days with us like normal, but then one day his brother asked me to leave them alone as they had a private matter to discuss. I got mad at this but left. A few minutes later, my husband came to pick me up, very upset with them, and told me they accused me of stealing. They separated us, trying to give him “a way out.”
Despite therapy and all, I just can’t get past it. I haven’t been able to have a painless interaction with anyone in that family ever again. © Mmmmboop / Reddit
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Story 6:
When I was 7 or 8, I was snooping around my parents’ room, hoping to find Christmas presents they might have purchased well in advance. Instead, in my mother’s dresser, I found my parents’ preliminary separation agreement. I didn’t tell anyone at the time; I was afraid I’d get in trouble. She told me maybe a year later about the separation. I’ve never told her. I’ve shared it with my wife and a few close friends as an adult. It’s still a lot to carry. © NathObx / Reddit
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When I was three years old, my mom cheated on my dad, and I was the one who found out because the person stayed the night at our house. When I told my dad about Mom’s friend staying over, it all unraveled. To this day, I struggle to trust not only my closest friends but also new people in my life. © Competitive_Ad496 / Reddit
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Story 10:
It was in 9th grade. My best friend told me he was never my friend and that he was just hanging out with me because no one else would, and he felt sorry for me, but that he couldn’t stand me anymore.
That was 15 years ago, and I’ve had dozens of great friends since, but that moment is burned into my brain forever. I always wonder if anyone actually likes me or if they just pity me. It really marked me for life. © JBHUTT09 / Reddit
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Story 12:
My dad and I went to a pizza place, and they had an ice cream sundae dessert on their menu that was absolutely the best dessert I’ve ever had — warm brownie topped with creamy vanilla ice cream.
A few months later, we go back there to have it again, but I see it isn’t listed on the menu anymore. I ask the server what happened to it, and he says they’ve never had that as a dessert, and he’s been working there for years. My dad and I were so puzzled that we ended up talking to the manager, who also said he’d been there for 10 years and that was never a dessert.
I’d think I was crazy, but it wasn’t just me; my dad and I both will insist we had it. We literally have no explanation other than some multiverse mysteries. © z_Dax_z / Reddit
