Hey, Hey Waffle gang. I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more

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maybe that notification bell too. Let's crack on with today's first story. Now I was sent this one and said oh you might be interested in this

story and I saw the title straight away and I got to give you a warning it is incredibly

it's just it's just so so sad this story. You'll see it from the title but it does contain talk of

domestic violence child death alcoholism attempted suicide and overdose as well.

To absolutely feel free to skip this story if you want to.

Time stamps are always down in the description and along the timeline below.

Thank you.

This one is from a deleted user from the off my chest subreddit.

Does come with an update and it's titled,

My husband poured our daughter's ashes into the toilet

and threw her earn at me.

I'm posting this on a throwaway

as my main account is very identifying

and I just need to vent.

I'm feeling sad, alone and terrified.

My head hurts, my heart hurts. I feel so alone and I don't know where to turn to.

I'd spend the night in my car last night. I couldn't sleep through crying, trying to stay warm enough and

thinking that somebody was going to suddenly appear at the windows. I've been trying to find a place to

park up so I can try to

sleep today and I found a place but I can't rest. I feel so empty and scared. I don't want to go

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