Hi everyone,
We are currently having a record level of downloads for the Signal app around the world. Between WhatsApp announcing they would be sharing everything with the Facebook mothership and the Apple privacy labels that allowed people to compare us to other popular messengers, it seems like many people are interested in private communication.
Some quick facts about us: we are an open-sourced nonprofit organization whose mission is to bring private and secure communication to anyone and everyone. One of the reasons we opted for organizing as a nonprofit is that it aligned with our want to create a business model for a technology that wasn’t predicated on the need for personal data in any way.
As an organization we work very hard to not know anything about you all. There aren’t analytics in the app, we use end to end encryption for everything from your messages and calls/video as well as all your metadata so we have no idea who you talk to or what you talk about.
We are very excited for all the interest and support, but are even more excited to hear from you all.
We are online now and answering questions for at least the next 3 hours (in between a whole bunch of work stuff). If you are coming to this outside of the time-window don't worry please still leave a question, we will come back on Monday to answer more.
-Jun
Edit: Thank you to everyone for the questions and comments, we always learn a tremendous amount and value the feedback greatly. We are going to go back to work now but will continue to monitor and check in periodically and then will do another pass on Monday.
OP:
https://www.reddit.com/r/AmItheAsshole/comments/khjj96/aita_for_not_explicitly_telling_my_grandpa_im/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
I just want to thank everyone who commented, I read through them all and it really helped me process the situation.
I spoke with my mom a few hours the night after I posted, and she apologized for her comment about my wife and I “hanging all over each other”. I apologized for putting her in the situation she was in and that I genuinely thought that he had known. She basically said that it was ok, he knows now, and not to worry. She had talked to him and told him that we were together but didn’t tell him we were married, which she said needed to come from me. I agreed. I said I was going to give him some time to process and reflect on things, and that I didn’t want to reach out too soon before he was ready.
I waited a week to talk to him, in that time an aunt of mine said she spoke with him. They spoke for a while and his general sentiment was that he was worried that we could lead happy lives together, i.e. could we find a home? Could we have kids? Would we be able to keep our jobs? She said they had a really good talk and that she was able to reassure him on his worries. She told me I should talk to him and give him a chance to see how happy we are.
This weekend I went to visit him. My aunt and mom came with too.
After we chatted for a while I told my grandpa that I had some news. I told him that my wife and I had actually gotten married this summer. I made it clear that it was a very small ceremony, and that our parents couldn’t even attend. And that because of that we are planning on having a big wedding celebration in a year or two after covid is over so all of our family and friends could celebrate.
I explained that I was just nervous to tell him, and that I was worried what he would think. He said “well I’m 85! My opinion doesn’t matter!”
We talked a little bit more, I made sure to mention that we were very happy, and that our jobs knew and our neighbors knew when we bought our house. I also mentioned that my wife’s parents went to the same college my parents and all my mom’s siblings went to, and he thought that was pretty cool. I told him that I didn’t have a chance to tell grandma before she passed, and that I really miss her and had hoped she could see how happy we were together. We all had a little cry and talked about how much we miss her.
The next morning, a
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My family immigrated America in the 1880s and settled in Nebraska. We were farmers for the first 80 years or so, but back in the 1960s my Great Grandma decided she was going sell the entire farm before she died and simply give her sons 1/3 of money for inheritance when she passed (she had 3 sons)
In 1969 my Great Grandma passed, and her 3 sons inherited the money she had earned from selling the farm. My grandpa decided he would basically let that money sit until after he retired from the Military.
In 1971 he deployed to Vietnam for his 2nd and final deployment. At the end of his deployment he returned to Nebraska and retired after 22 years in the service. Now he had an old chevy truck at the time and was in the process of building a concrete business with the money he had gotten from his inheritance.
Well during this time, his truck engine blew up. My grandpa was busy at the time and he didn't want to fool with the truck cause he was busy. So he bought himself the engine he wanted to replace it with, which was an upgrade and he went down to the only garage in town and asked them if they'd be willing to put the engine in the truck. They agreed on a price, and told him to come back in a week or so.
A week later my Grandpa comes back and picks up the truck, he admits he felt like a fool for not double checking the work but assumed since this was the son of his friend that the son would do right by him. This was a small town.
Well my Grandpa opens up the concrete business, and he's busy, and it comes time for his first oil change. This is about 4 months after he got the truck back. He's doing the oil change and he notices that the engine he bought, isn't the engine in his truck. Its a smaller engine. This obviously pisses him off to high heaven as my Grandma liked to say.
So he storms on down to the garage and talks to shop, Earl was the owner. Earl comes out, and denies any wrong doing. Says he did as he was told, and it shouldn't have taken him 4 months to bring the issue up. My Grandpa tells Earl he needs to do whats right. Earl refuses.
Its important to note, this is a small town. Written contracts, and so forth really isn't a thing. Your worth is your word.
My Grandpa tells Earl he's going get him for this. Earl laughs and tells him to leave his shop.
My Grandpa goes down to the county and requests the record for who owns that gas station. Turns out its a old family friend named Harold.
My Grandpa stops by Harolds house and starts inquiring ab
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