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Now today's first story does come with an update from Measurement Even 1633 title.

Am I the arseol for telling a co-worker to mind her effing business?

Hello, new here and please know that English is not my first language.

So I'll give some background so people can try and understand why I had this outburst.

I am a first generation immigrant and have no family left in the States.

My favourite uncle was deported in 2009.

My mother was deported in 2011 and I lost both my grandparents in 2012 almost back to back.

I have no contact with some extended family and I moved to a different state where I only have my

partner. I work for a grocery store and I keep to myself most of the time but as of recently

I have become close with one of the

other store greeters. Let's call her Susie. She is a 72-year-old woman. I can say is a hard

worker and a kind person. During my breaks, she started to talk to me. Me and everyone at work

know a lot about her because she likes to talk a lot, but I think

it's because she's lonely.

Okay, I'll just move forward to the issues that happened.

Susie is a widower that due to fertility issues did not have any children, but she has cats.

Their names are Willie and Bill, and she refers to said cats as her boys. I myself have two cats and I

refer to them as my girls. Susie and I bonded over this and we talk a lot about our cats and

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