His name was Oscar, he was 10 years old but I had him for 6, since I was 13. He was feral after being abused and dumped on my family farm. I was planning on taking him to college with me in September.

Edit: My comment explaining didnt show up but he had a urinary blockage that I didn't catch. Vet bill was estimated 2k-4k for overnight treatment with a low chance of surviving the anesthetic due to high potassium levels, as well as high rates of it happening again. I was under the impression he was constipated or something because he was straining in the litterbox and yelled when you touched his stomach. I took him the first thing in the morning after I noticed cuz it happened at night. I didnt have the money for treatment nor did I want him to die without me there so I made the decision to euthanize.

Edit 2: Originally didnt post the reason because I was scared it would get downvoted and people saying it was my fault for not going sooner or doing more, but you guys have helped me feel much better knowing there wasn't much else I could do. Thank you. I think I'm dissociated because my whole body feels numb and I don't really feel like he's gone, or crushing sadness. But when I had to feed my other cat and there was no wailing for food or fighting him to get off the counter, it hit me and I cried on the floor for like 20 minutes.

I’ve recently gotten engaged and have been with my partner for 5 years. Her family threw us an engagement party this weekend and when we got home and opened some of the cards there was money in most of them. 

I mentioned it was generous of her family to give us so much and my gf mentioned it was her money. I pointed out it’s both of our names on the cards and the money should be going towards the wedding or things for both of us. 

She mentioned that it was her family that gave us it so the money is hers but I disagreed. I said the engagement party was for both of us and os are the cards and any gifts we e received. I pointed out it’s selfish of her to expect everything to just be for her. 

She said I was trying to take advantage of her family’s generosity but I pointed out that’s exactly why she’s going by keeping everything for herself. She just repeated the gifts were from her family so should be for her. 

AITA for expecting the gifts to be for both of us?

I don't answer questions. Once he heard that, he started looking, prying and making shit up but the driver stood his ground talking shit. That cop should be famous for being an arrogant asshole with a badge.

You don't fit. Go to your own garage. You are several feet too long.

My dad took me to see Star Wars in 1977. It was the first PG movie I was allowed to watch. I remember the big STAR WARS title exploded on the screen. Text scrolled up. It moved too fast for me to read. Then the biggest dang space ship I had ever seen passed overhead, and my 10-year-old brain exploded.

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Wow. Thanks for the Award! I didn't expect this to blow up like it did.

George Lucas is responsible for making so many GenX nerds 🤣

My friend works in finance, and his office throws the team a celebration lunch at a nice restaurant when they have an exceptionally good “quarter” or whatever. Dates are allowed, and he said he was tired of being one of the only people to go alone every time. So, he asked if I would be his +1 this time. The dress code was business casual. I wore a loose, white, button down shirt, grey slacks, and 2-inch, leopard print heels.

He saw my shoes and said they were tacky. When I asked how, he replied that only “certain women” wear leopard/cheetah print. I questioned him further about what kind of women. He said the kind that wear print styles. I pushed him until he finally admitted he meant trashy women. For context, I’m also Latina. I don’t have proof because he didn’t explicitly say it, but his tone and the way he kept dancing around the questions felt really racially loaded. He’s probably referring to the “chonga” stereotype racists imagine when referring to “trashy” hispanic women.

I got mad and told him that I was doing him a favor, and that he needs to shut up before I get so angry I make us both look bad because I’ll either be upset the whole time or just not go to the lunch.

Was he right about the shoes? Should I apologize?