Zzulu posted:

What about eflsblood? I hear if you inject some into your brain you get immortality

Even if you just coat your axe with it, it'll gain magical properties

Syncopated posted:

What's up with the thread title anyway? What happened to berth ell pup...

Pick posted:

I (24m) played a silly prank on my girlfriend's (20f) younger sister (8f) and she broke up with me, together 1 year, how can I fix this mess?Relationships
submitted 3 hours ago by Tstupidprank

My girlfriend's sister is a pretty imaginative kid so she's always about playing with toys or doing whatever. She also has a tendency to fall asleep anywhere so I've seen my girlfriend pick her up and carry her to bed lots of times. They have a large house so this happens quite a bit.

The other day I was in her basement and she, the younger sis, was sleeping in one of those huge cardboard boxes which she'd crawled into for whatever reason and there was some tape on a table nearby. I had the *INCREDIBLY STUPID idea to close it and tape it shut so that she'd freak out when her sister woke up. I thought she'd think it was funny for some reason and about an hour later we're sitting there watching TV and kissing when her sister wakes up freaks out from inside the box.

She opens it and her sister was crying but I ended up laughing thinking she'd have the same reaction and she just asked if I did it. I said yes and she flipped out and broke up with me on the spot, telling me to get the hell out of the house.

I've never done something so stupid in my life and I regret it every moment since (three days ago). Is there anything I can possibly do to get her back and earn her forgiveness?

Tl;Dr taped the box shut after I found my girlfriend's little sister sleeping in there, thinking it'd be super funny and we'd let him out after, she broke up with me

Grem posted:

I have a 9 year old and a 6 year old and try as I might I have found absolutely no pranks that are funny to pull on kids.

GRINDCORE MEGGIDO posted:

Is it bad to give them sugar free haribo at Halloween?

Asking for a friend.

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Me [23F] with my cousin [20F] is making my life miserable over taxidermy, how do I fix this?

u/NeedSomeAdvice2015

Throwaway account because some family members know my reddit account.

I love taxidermy, always have, always will. I know this is something a lot of people don't understand, but I would equate it with those who collect figurines, or vases, or whatever... there is no real rhyme or reason for it, it's just something that gives you joy.

Anyways, I am a huge animal lover, share my home with many pets, and volunteer at local animal shelters. With money being an issue at first, I only collected animal bones and skulls. Due to my love of animals, I am very careful about where I purchase my collection, and make sure that the animal is either roadkill or a natural death.

With my recent raise, I purchased my first piece of real taxidermy. Not bones, not skulls, but an actual stuffed animal. He's a coyote. This coyote came from a facility that rescues these animals, he died of old age, but his fur was still beautiful. The facility sold his body to a taxidermist, and he was stuffed as a plush mount (the head is a traditional hard form, but the body is filled with the same material as pillows, which make the taxidermy like a plush toy). I purchased him, and he lives on my bed.

I live with my parents, and although they were apprehensive at first, they absolutely love him. They find him super cute, and very cool.

During Thanksgiving dinner with my family, my coyote came up in conversation. My mom brought him up, because she thought he was an interesting thing to mention. My relatives all found him fascinating, except for my cousin.

My vegan, PETA-loving cousin.

She threw an absolute fit, screaming that I am an animal abuser and feeding money into an industry that tortures. I tried to inform her the truth about taxidermy, that many animals are actually not killed for the purpose of taxidermy, and that I carefully vetted where my coyote came from. She was having none of it, and stormed off in a rage.

I don't really have a relationship with my cousin, I only see her a handful of times a year, but I do have her on my social medias. Which I know is dumb, but I didn't have the chance to remove her before things escalated. Not only did she go around posting statuses about me, she began contacting my friends in angry private messages.

I told her mom, and I told my parents, and they are all telling me that I'm over reacting, no one will take her seriously, and she should have the right and freedom to voice her opinion, even if I dislike it. They don't seem to grasp the gravity of the situation.

Yesterday, my boss came in and told me some woman has been calling the office and saying that I kill animals and keep them as trophies, and that she will tell everyone that they hired an animal abuser. My boss didn't take the threat seriously and chuckled it off, but I'm getting seriously concerned.

If she's calling my place of work, that's taking it too far. My folks don't believe that she's the one doing it, they think I may have slipped to someone at the office that I have taxidermy and they're the ones doing this. I haven't told anyone, I think it is my cousin.

What do I do, and how do I stop this?

tl;dr: My new piece of taxidermy was brought up during Thanksgiving dinner, and although my relatives thought this was cool, my PETA-worshiping cousin flipped out and I think she is now calling my place of work and telling them I kill animals

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u/pos_tv
*EDIT Thank you everyone who has responded to this thread thus far. I didn't expect this post to absolutely explode with some amazing advice, some harsh realizations, and great support. I've tried to respond to everything I could, and I have read every single comment that's been made so far. You guys are amazing! I think I've gotten everything I need from this thread, but I will continue to read and comment to anything new if I can. I can't say that there will be an update, but should I find out anything of worth I'll be sure to post that in the future. *

Throwaway for obvious reasons. I don't want this associated with my main account at all.

Fair warning: this is a VERY long story. You need to know everything there is to know to better understand how lovely this situation is for me.

Several years ago, when I was 21, I met this "fantastic" British boy on an online game. He was in the process of finalizing his divorce to his then wife. I was super respectful when I found out the details of his relationship, even though it was coming to an end. It wasn't until after they were officially divorced and they had moved on that we began talking a bit more seriously about there being an "us".

After several months of video chatting, texting, e-mails at work, etc, we decided to meet up. I drove to Florida to meet him, and everything felt like a fairy tale from then on. I honestly believed he was everything to me. We moved in together after we started dating, and after a few months of living together he expressed wanting to go "home", which meant the UK. We worked things out financially, and we zipped off to England where we lived with his parents for a year. During that time, he proposed. I was over the moon. I said yes, and then we had to have a come to Jesus talk about our situation. In the end, we moved back to The U.S. to complete his permanent residency, while living with my parents since he couldn't work at the time.

However, during all of this I was very blind to what was actually happening. In the beginning, his ex-wife had contacted me about how he cheated on her, etc. Being the typical girl in a new relationship high I figured she was just bitter and angry, and he perpetuated that lie with stories about how she was crazy. You know, the usual. During the course of our relationship there were a few red flags that he was quick to have stories for. "Oh this girl I'm chatting with? Old friend! We're just catching up!" Of course, this was a lie, among -many- others that I found out about after the fact.

The biggest lie he told me was near the end of our relationship. I had a best friend named Cynthia, who he had gotten close to. Just a few days before my birthday he told me they were heading out to the mall to buy me a gift. You know, just a few hours, and then he'd be back. He didn't come home until 5 AM, when I was waking up to get ready for work. He claimed the car broke down on their way home from the mall, and that they had to call our mutual friend Kim to jump start the engine. Well, the mall closed at 10 PM, and when I spoke to Kim about it she said she met up with them just past 11 PM to help out, and that they were very drunk and touchy-feely, and they she felt awkward the entire time and asked why I wasn't there. She said they both claimed that they had asked me to hang out, but I said no.

Lo and behold, on my birthday, neither of them had a gift for me. At that point, it was pretty obvious that something had happened, and with previous evidence I was finally done with his bullshit. I gave him back the ring and informed my parents that our relationship was over. Keep in mind, I confided in my mother a lot. Growing up, we were very close, and I always went to her when I had an issue or was frustrated. She knew about everything, and I mean everything.

I told my mother that I was contacting his parents, and I was arranging to buy his plane ticket back home to the UK. With my own money. As I saw it, he had cheated on me, and it was time to have him move out so we both could move on with our lives. At this time, I was 22 nearing 23.

WRONG. My mother, and my father, decided to put their feet down and told me that I brought him back to America, so we needed to sort poo poo out. They also refused to let him move into the guest bedroom. For the next 6 months, I lived in Hell. He was verbally and emotionally abusive, didn't respect ANY of my boundaries. I worked 6 AM - 4 PM, and he was constantly up until 4-5 AM on Skype with new girls and gaming buddies being loud as hell, etc. The list goes on and on. It was awful, just take my word for it. On top of it all, I was constantly arguing with my parents about it. They saw absolutely NOTHING wrong with what was happening, and that we needed to be adults and work it out.

Nothing changed until I finally had a nervous breakdown and told them that if he didn't go, I would move out and take my $500 in rent and utilities elsewhere. They promptly agreed to let him move into the guest bedroom.

However, he refused to move into the other bedroom! For the next week and a half I had to argue with him about moving his things. I finally got sick of it and moved his poo poo myself when he was out on a date with Cynthia. (We weren't friends anymore at this point, obviously).

Once he moved into the guest bedroom, things were okay. I was able to lock myself away in my room when I wasn't at work, and I really just poured myself into my job and doing art on the side for additional income. It was a lovely situation to be in, but I was trying to make it work. Unfortunately, it only got worse. It became clear that my parents were choosing his side over mine. He said a lot of nasty things about me to them, and I got to hear about them through them in a "I can't believe you did this!" way. My mother started leaving me nasty written letters under my door, and whenever I would confront her she would say everything she'd written was true- because my ex-fiance had told her. I reminded her that all of this "information" she was getting was coming from the mouth of a lying cheater, and she was going to take his word over mine, her own daughter? Well, she did.

When I had managed to save up enough money I peaced out and moved out without a drat word to anyone. I had a friend several states away who was kind enough to let me rent out their spare bedroom, and that's what I rocked for a solid year before I met my current boyfriend and moved in with him. I'm in a happy, solid place in my life, and I'm almost 27.

My ex-fiance still lives with my parents. In the time after we broke up until I moved out he didn't have a job, and thus didn't pay rent or anything else. However, he did complete his permanent residency and is allowed to work. After I moved out, I didn't speak to my parents unless it was absolutely required. I called on Christmas, New Year's, Mother's day, etc. I didn't give my parents an address, either. I was fine with cutting all ties with my family since it was clear they were going to support my jackass of a lazy ex-fiance.

So, that was just over 3 years ago. Yes, he still lives with them. Over time, my relationship with my mother got a bit better, but she's never apologized for what happened. That's okay. I don't expect one from her, but I won't make her a priority in my life.

The other day, I got a random Facebook message from my ex-fiance's mother asking me to message him because he had a question for me. I was hesitant at first, but unblocked him on Facebook. I asked what was up, and he asked me about my TV and papasan chair. When we were living with my parents I bought both of these things, and when I moved out I left them behind because I didn't have room in my car, and I refused to make a second trip out of fear of dealing with him or my family. He said since he had been using them since I left, he just wanted to ask if he could take them, since he was moving out of my parent's house and into his own place. I said I didn't care. Honestly, I wasn't going to be getting those things back, and I really did not give two shits if he took them without my permission. That was the extent of our conversation.

A few hours later, I get an angry phone call from my mother as to "why in the hell would I give him permission to take the TV and chair". I said, to be honest, I didn't give a drat. I hadn't seen either of those things in over three years, and I wasn't that god damned attached to them. If he was going to use them, so what? It's not like I was getting any use out of them. So then she went on a tirade about how he hasn't been paying rent since May, that he's knocked up Cynthia but left her for another girl (surprising), his room is an episode of hoarders gone wrong, etc. Also, while my mother was in the nursing home (she has failing health) and my dad was visiting he threw a huge party my uncle came home to. My uncle comes over to make sure the house is okay while my mother is in the hospital or the nursing home when she has really bad episodes. I spoke to him and he said it was close to 40-50 people who trashed the house, etc. The list goes on and on.

My mother then told me I had to deal with my ex-fiance, since it was originally my idea to bring him around. Apparently, she and my father had been trying to get him out for months but he either wasn't listening or said he would move out by a certain date then never would. I told her to call the police and have him forcibly removed since it's their house and if they're kicking him out they can escort him out and watch as he takes his things. She said no, that wouldn't do, and that I needed to handle this situation.

This is when I absolutely lost it. I reminded her of all of the bullshit I had to go through with him and her, and how, in the end, both she and my father supported him and his words over me. They paid for everything he needed such as close and cigarettes (and those aren't cheap!), catered to every need, yet if I was a day late on my rent (because I was waiting for payday) all hell would break loose. I reminded her that he had cheated on me, and when I made it clear our relationship was over they refused to let him move out of the house, much less my room until I finally snapped and threatened to move out. I reminded her every letter she slipped under my door, of every nasty insult she flung my way because he had lied to her, etc. I said no, she made her decision when she chose him over me, and she needed to stick to her guns and get him out of the house if that's what she truly wanted now.

It sucked getting that rude with my mother, but she had to know where I stood and the position she was trying to place me in. However, it's not as easy as that. My mother is very sick. She is constantly in and out of the hospital with heart/lung issues. She lives on an oxygen tank now, and any amount of stress can trigger a whole slew of issues. Her doctor's have warned her multiple times that stress can give her a stroke, etc. I've already lost my grandmother to a stroke, so I don't want my mother to go the same way. A part of me feels responsible for the situation, since I don't want my mother to have to put up with him.

After my conversation with my mother, I sent my ex-fiance another message. I told him that after speaking to my mother I wasn't comfortable with him taking anything, including the TV or chair. I said those things were to remain where they are, and he is not allowed to take them. I said this was my first and last message to him regarding the issue, and to resolve this as peacefully as possible with my parents. They deserve that much. To be safe, I screenshotted the message and sent it to my mother, as well. I then blocked him on Facebook again.

So, my question is, did I handle this the right way? I feel incredibly bad that I don't want to do anything more for my parents, but at the same time I also feel that they made their bed and have to lie in it now. If anyone else has gone through something similar, what would you do? Should I call the police for them? Should I make a visit? I'm at a loss since I feel like I've done enough, but not "enough", if that makes any sense whatsoever. :/ Any help or advice is much appreciated. Thank you so much.

TL;DR: Met a guy when I younger, got engaged and moved in with my parents. After he clearly cheated on me they picked his side over mine, my life was hell. I moved away and he still lives with them over 3 years later, and now my mom's expecting me to deal with him since they're trying to kick him out.

EDIT: Fixed a few spelling mistakes. Sorry!

Pick posted:

I guarantee you there will be a rise in incestuous rape in this country, and in fact I don't doubt it's already started.

Bubblyblubber posted:

My [26/F] mother [67/F] wants me to deal with my ex-fiance [27/M] who still lives with her- 3+ years after the fact.

GRINDCORE MEGGIDO posted:

Taxidermy

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So my parents have been always super affectionable with eachother and it constantly puts me into emberassing situations

At home i can manage it but i still find it annoying that they are making out once every 20 minutes and when i tell them i dont want to see it they just look a bit disappointed and tell me they will keep it down but an hour later they are gonna be doing it again 90% of the time

now this wouldnt even be that huge of an issue but it becomes really annoying when we are out in public like in Tesco (uk walmart) they just start going it at and it makes me feel like the whole place is watching us in disgust

another thing is when we are out in a group they sometimes make super inappropiate comments like "i cant wait for (dads name) to destroy me tonight" and "im totally destroying ((mums name)) tonight" and she just responds with "cant wait" in front of 10 people and they just both laugh about it like its totally fine
at nights i also hear them doing what i mentioned in the previous paragraph sometimes extremely loudly but i already learned to put on my headsets and ignore it so thats not that much of an issue

when i tried to sit them down my father just said that my mum is just too damm hot and he cant resist her and my mother gave me a similar answer and they just brushed it off and totally disregarded what i just said

how do i tell them that it really bothers me and how inappropiate they are in public and that they should keep it down? they seem to not be able to contain themself even if i tell them it bothers me

tl;dr : my parents wont stop making out and it pisses me off

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My employer is currently in the midst of some lawsuits with state government organizations. They have organized a rally and march on the Statehouse in a few weeks. I have many issues with these cases both professionally and morally, and for those reasons did not plan to attend the event.

We received an email from the top of the company stating that this event is " mandatory" for all employees and that " attendance will be taken."

I won't be attending the rally. My fear is that I will lose my job ( which I really cannot afford right now, even though I am actively looking for employment elsewhere ). Can they legally fire me for not attending a political rally? Can they even legally tell us that we are required to go to a protest? If it helps, this company has nothing at all to do with politics outside of this lawsuit. (OH)

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Dress like a furry, or in leather assless chaps, or in full drag. IANAL (obviously)

YeahTubaMike posted:

your lovely parents

Whorelord posted:

Me [14 F] with my parents [37 M/ 35 F] , won't stop being inappropiate


lmao

Pick posted:

Game of Thrones is dumb YA garbage.

Whorelord posted:

Me [14 F] with my parents [37 M/ 35 F] , won't stop being inappropiate


lmao

Whorelord posted:

Me [14 F] with my parents [37 M/ 35 F] , won't stop being inappropiate

Whorelord posted:

Me [14 F] with my parents [37 M/ 35 F] , won't stop being inappropiate


lmao

WoodrowSkillson posted:

lol yeah kid gonna get a lot of sympathy because your parents love each other and are apparently spectacularly happy

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TL;DR Our 5-person team keeps all our work boots together in our shared office/lunchroom. Mine were stolen. This might be a stupid question but is there anything I should be saying/doing?

I know that there's no legal recourse or anything - people keep telling me "if you didn't want your boots to get stolen, you should have taken them home." And they're right, so I'm not trying to find a way to get reimbursed or anything. (Though it sure leaves a bad taste in my mouth since everyone else has been leaving their boots at work for years and they haven't been stolen... Also one of my co-workers keeps insisting that I deserve to be reimbursed, at first I thought he was full of crap but he's said it so many times I'm almost starting to wonder if I'm the one who's wrong?) I know it's a lost cause and I have no hope of getting any kind of compensation so I'm going to have to buy new work boots out of pocket (the ones that were stolen were $200, FML).

But still... It's a 5-person team including myself. We're all really close. It's not like some huge faceless company. I'm going to be spending 30-some hours per week working two feet away from someone who stole my $200 shoes. Is there something I should say to these guys? Two guys had the day off when my boots went missing so there's only two "suspects". Should I be confronting them, or is there anything I can say to them that might help me get my shoes back (for example I could ask one guy if he knows if the other guy did anything? Not sure how this would help but I just keep thinking that there must be something I can do about this.) It's weird too because I'm the only girl in the building so nobody else is even close to my shoe size...?! Is this some kind of weird prank? Did the thief give them to a family member?

FWIW I spoke to my boss about the situation and he told me that he doesn't think that anyone on the team did it, and that a homeless person must have broken into the (locked) building, snuck past all of us while we were working in that room and the room next to it, broke into our locked office, knew which closed cupboard would contain boots and didn't touch anything else including our expensive tools, stole only my boots, and then snuck back out the same way without being seen by any of us (or the security cameras).

I uhh... I don't think I really need to explain why I think this is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. But my boss also told me that he wants me to keep the situation confidential and not tell anyone that my boots were stolen.

Does anyone know why he would want it to be confidential?? I originally thought his intention was to question people about it and "catch them by surprise" - he ordered someone to watch the entire day's security cam footage so it seems like he was very interested in catching whoever did this. (Like I said, I know I shouldn't expect to ever see my boots again, but it would be pretty great if we could find them.) But now suddenly he's insisting that we should give up because he thinks it's more likely that we were robbed by someone who has Artemis Fowl-level security camera dodging abilities. The whole thing seems really fishy to me. Does anyone have a guess as to what might be going on? Is there anything I can/should do about this? My boss got upset with me when I tried to point out that it's unlikely that a thief would walk past all the valuables in the building and steal only my stuff, so, yeah, he's not really open to discussion here.

Clark Nova posted:

Boss is a goddamn foot fetishist​

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I have lived with him for 2 years, since I graduated college, and been together for 3. Over the course of our relationship I've gained a lot of weight, to the point it's physically really difficult for me to be active. I recently went to the doctor who gave me a come to jesus talk about how I've got to lose weight as I'm pre diabetic and have developed some breathing problems at night, among other things. I just generally feel like poo poo.

So the past month I have been trying my best to change how I eat and gradually be more active. The problem is my boyfriend isn't doing much to support this.

Ever since I moved in he's treated me very well and is incredibly sweet and indulging. He's rather well off and has been able to afford to "spoil" me, buying me clothes I like and cooking my favorite meals. He buys and makes me a lot of sweets and that's why I ended up gaining so much weight, I didn't have enough self control and I liked the attention. He pays all the expenses and this includes shopping and food, so whatever he gets is what I end up eating, and he's still buying the same stuff.

His way of showing love is by giving gifts and doing nice things for me, so he feels rejected when I say now that I can't keep eating so unhealthily and such huge amounts of food whenever I want a treat or he feels like making me something. He's been despondent and passive aggressive to outright snappy and mean sometimes lately, which is not like him at all. I try to keep telling him I love him and that I know he loves me even if he doesn't bake me cakes or waffles.

He has always been so accepting of my physical appearance and that's also why I didn't fully realize how bad it was until now, because he's never expressed dislike of my body. We have a frequent sex life (or did, until the past couple weeks when he's been moodier) and I was just grateful he didn't get disgusted and distant like a lot of guys do when a girl gains weight.

But I know now that I can't afford to keep indulging myself and ignoring health consequences. I need him on board with that as I'm trying to lose weight. But he keeps making the same foods for me as always. He has also started alternating between telling me I'm beautiful just as I am like he always has, and telling me I could try to diet but "I'd still be too fat for any other man to be attracted to me", so I should appreciate that he is and be comfortable with myself.

But I DO appreciate it! It means the world to me that I can be literally twice the weight I should be and he's stayed with me. He's also done other selfless things for me like helping to pay off my student loans, and buying a bigger and more supportive bed for us a few months ago without being resentful of my size. It's not a "rejection" of his love that I need to make a lifestyle change. I don't know how to help him understand this.

If I don't change things soon I could become diabetic, or needing an oxygen tank, or even bedridden if I just keep gaining weight. Obviously that's not what he'd want so I don't understand why he can't be supportive of my diet attempt and we can still do other things that show we love each other besides him making sweets for me.

Has anyone dealt with something like this? I'd appreciate any advice on how I can make him feel less rejected while also getting him to support my weight loss, or at least stop doing the things that make it hard.

TL;DR I'm dangerously overweight and my boyfriend likes to make me food I like, but those foods are unhealthy and I need to change my diet. My boyfriend feels I'm not letting him show he cares about me.

But Rocks Hurt Head posted:

Hahahaha, talk about a series of bigger and bigger red flags, jesus

Danaru posted:

My boyfriend (35M) of 3 years isn't letting me (24F) change my diet


loving RUN

GRINDCORE MEGGIDO posted:

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Im extremely angry and heartbroken right now, and I'm sorry if this gets disjointed.

So my fiancé, call him Jeff. We've been together 18 months and engaged for six. Jeff was laid off from his previous job a few months ago. He was really broken up about it, leading to a lot of fights, and we came close to calling off the wedding.

We got a lucky break, though, and my brother-in-law happened to have an opening in the office he works at, and offered to get Jeff an interview. Everything worked out and Jeff started working there two months ago. The pay is (well, was) a lot better than what we are used to and it was really nice for a brief period. Jeff even brought up the idea of me staying at home, though I turned that down for a lot of reasons.

The first sign of trouble was his payday a couple weeks ago. I was trying to buy groceries and my card got declined. I'm terrible about checking the account, but I figured that since it was payday there should be nothing to worry about.

After leaving the store in total humiliation, I checked my bank app on my phone and saw that Jeffs paycheck hadn't been deposited. I called him right away and asked him what happened, and he told me that there must have been an issue with the payrole system at work, and he promised to get it worked out. It seemed odd to me at the time, since the first couple checks went in fine, but not odd enough for me to dig further.

Life carried on, we'd wake up, have coffee, Jeff would always put on his business suit and we'd leave together. I kept bugging him about the lost check, because we have rent coming up on the first and we need any kinks in his pay worked out or we're going to be in trouble. Jeff kept telling me he was working on it but the payroll people were dragging their feet.

Then his last payday came and went. I was watching the account like a hawk, and the money was never deposited. I called him again and told him he seriously needs to figure out what is going on, because my check is not enough to cover both of our expenses. He acted really mad and said he was going to go bust into the pay office's door and get it sorted out.

Well, five days later, payroll is still "dragging their feet". I have today off from work and decided I'd try and help Jeff out a little bit, so I went by my sister's today to talk to my brother-in-law. I told him that there was something wrong with Jeff's pay and I really needed to know who he could talk to to get it fixed ASAP. My BIL gave me a weird look and then told me that Jeff had been fired last month. Apparently, he did okay-ish for a week, and then started coming in late and had a couple no-shows. He has been fired for over a month now.

I was absolutely shocked at first, and then absolutely humiliated that I didn't see the signs way sooner. I texted Jeff "YOU WERE FIRED?? WTF?!?!"

He called me right away. At first he denied everything, but then when I told him that I was with my BIL, he finally admitted that it was true.

I asked what the hell he had been doing for the last month, and he told me he was just circling the block a couple times when I left, then coming home and playing games on the computer.

He continued that he had been really stressed about the job, and wound up not being able to perform due to anxiety and depression, and he couldn't bring himself to tell me.

It's probably a good thing I wasn't home right then, otherwise I probably would have strangled him. We have rent due in a few days, and we already blew through savings trying to take care of expenses when payroll was "dragging their feet".

We have a car payment due not long after that. We have to go to the grocery store soon. My job is not enough to cover all of this poo poo!

I hung up on Jeff after that, and I've been at my sisters crying into her shoulder about the whole thing. She told me that she is plenty willing to set me up on the couch for a while, and I'm going to accept for at least a few days. At some point though, I need to go confront Jeff.

He's been calling and texting non-stop this morning. His texts have been trying to "fix" the situation by mentioning selling my engagement ring, some of our furniture, and he promises he will find another job. I'm so angry by his suggestions that I haven't bothered responding out of fear of what I'll say.

The logical part of my brain says to cancel the wedding and drop him, but there is another part that does still love him. He is a sweet guy when he wants to be, and I hate the thought of giving that up. At the same time, I'm mad enough to kill that sweet guy, so nothing productive is happening to today probably anyway.

What should I do?

tl;dr: My fiancé was fired from his job and actively hid it for a month, instead of being honest and allowing me to seek out better solutions while we still had some time. Continued to lie until the last possible moment, now wants to sell our stuff to "fix" everything.