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maybe that notification bell too. Let's crack on with today's first story. Now today's first story

comes from throwaway stupid woman, a Throwaway Shutdown Man.

Yes, two OPs.

We get the female side of the story and the male side of the story.

And people are always a little bit skeptical when we get both sides of the story.

But this story got pretty popular.

And the first part comes from the female side of the story,

or Hope, as she's called, which titled today I messed up by letting my co-worker move in with me as the title says

I effed up by letting my co-worker move in throw away because reasons I won't bore you with

details of how but I'm a widow aged 38. After losing my husband

10 years ago, I decided to transfer to a different state in my career. I sold our home for a tidy

profit, bought a good-sized four-bedroom house and started new. I've been in this area for

seven years and never really dated.

Went on some coffee dates but nothing that made me want to stop wearing my ring.

I know kind of sad, still wearing it even after my husband is long gone, but I never felt the need to remove it.

After losing my husband and having you try and cancer, soon after made me infertile.

I just decided to coast. Enter my co-worker Jason, fake name, who transferred in a year ago. He's in the middle of a nasty

divorce. His parents live close and they want to sell and move to a warmer climate, but not until

the end of the year. Rent and housing had obviously skyrocketed, so I

offered him a bedroom in my home. He mentions he can't because he has two little girls, six and seven,

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