The Morning-After Nightmare: 30 People Describe What Happened After Waking Up From A One-Night Stand

The Morning-After Nightmare: 30 People Describe What Happened After Waking Up From A One-Night Stand
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1. Called an Uber. Turns out her dad was the driver.

“I woke up and went outside to call an Uber home after hooking up with this girl and going back to her house one night. Turns out her Dad is an Uber driver, and guess who was his first customer of the day?

Hands down the most awkward car ride I have ever experienced.”

sid_reed


2. Her teenaged son came in and said, ‘OMG mom, another one??’

“Went to an older lady’s house one night. Next morning her kid comes in, and he’s at least 16-17. He’s like, ‘omg mom, another one??’”

jenkinsonfire


3. I woke up to her wheelchair-bound husband pointing a gun to my face.

“I woke up to her wheelchair-bound husband pointing a gun to my face. Damn cougars. Had legs lol. But seriously, he just held me at gunpoint, made me get dressed, and made me leave. I GTFO’d there via taxi because she drove me to their house.”

TheLegendofMace


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Trace the scars life has left you. It will remind you that at one point, you fought for something. You believed.

“You are the only person who gets to decide if you are happy or not—do not put your happiness into the hands of other people. Do not make it contingent on their acceptance of you or their feelings for you. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter if someone dislikes you or if someone doesn’t want to be with you. All that matters is that you are happy with the person you are becoming. All that matters is that you like yourself, that you are proud of what you are putting out into the world. You are in charge of your joy, of your worth. You get to be your own validation. Please don’t ever forget that.” — Bianca Sparacino

Excerpted from The Strength In Our Scars by Bianca Sparacino.

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