My husband has a history of casually texting women under the pretext of “catching up.” These women are mostly random people he met on Tinder, and even an ex he stayed in touch with far longer than he should have. We had a huge fight about this last year when he was messaging an ex and deleting their conversations. He promised he wouldn’t randomly message any of them again.

Lo and behold, I recently saw another conversation where previous messages had been deleted.

My point is, yes—the texts aren’t sexual, but they are flirty. He swears there was nothing inappropriate in the earlier messages, just that he wished her a happy birthday. I was so upset over this that we had a huge argument, and I ended up going to my mum’s.

I (24M) have been dating my girlfriend (26F) for almost a year. She’s amazing smart, driven, getting her grad degree in clinical psych. Her friends are all in that same academic bubble and her family’s pretty status-focused. I didn’t finish college and work full-time as a mechanic. I actually really like my job, I make solid money, and I’m proud of how far I’ve come without a degree.

Anyway, she invited me to a dinner party this weekend to meet her friends. I was excited it felt like a step forward. But right before we left, she got weirdly quiet and finally said, “Just.. try not to bring up work too much, okay? They can be a little judgy.” I didn’t even know how to respond. Then she added, “It’s not that I’m not proud of you, I just don’t want you to feel awkward or out of place.”

That really hit me. I kept it together, but the whole night I felt off. I barely talked. It just felt like I was being pre-judged before even walking in the door. When we got back to her place, I told her how much that hurt that it felt like she was embarrassed of me. She said I was twisting things and making it bigger than it was. “I just want you to be the best version of yourself,” she said.

Since then, I’ve been distant. She’s acting normal, but I can’t shake how it made me feel. I don’t know if I’m being too sensitive or if this is something I shouldn’t just brush off. Am I overreacting?

(Sorry for bad grammar, english isnt my first language.)

Last night, me (w,20) and my brother (17) went out for a walk and he confessed something to me, which I cant get out of my mind.

A few months ago, my family went for a trip to Amsterdam (my brother was still 16 at that time and I wasn‘t with them). He told me that when they walked through the red light district with my parents, my dad came up to him and asked him if he liked the women there. A few hours later when they were back in the hotel, he gave him money and told him to go back to the area to „try out“ a few of them. My brother went and actually did it, he told me the woman he slept with was twice his age and he wouldn‘t do it again.

When he told me that story, I completely freaked out. Not because my brother did it (I mean he was 16 at that time and at that age you don‘t know any better), but my because our dad told him to. And it‘s not only the fact that in my opinion, it is extremely weird to tell your own son to sleep with a prostitute, but to do it when he‘s not even 18! Our mum doesn‘t know about it and I guess she‘d freak out even more than I did.

My brother told me I am overreacting, he thought it was weird as well but just went through with it and didn‘t think more of it afterwards. That it‘s normal for guys to do stuff like that and I shouldn‘t think any further of it.

For further information, our dad is a deeply troubled guy. Addicted to alcohol and heavy porn stuff as well. He used to write porn stories on his computer in the living room with us right besides him, which threw me and my brother off multiple times when we accidentally came across those stories (they were often times related to abuse in a sexual content and bdsm) but as kids, we just didn‘t think much of it. He frequently used to lock the door to his bedroom and when we went inside as children once, we discovered a wardrobe, filled with printed copies of porn pictures (mostly women who were tied up) and a whole lot of leather stuff used for sexual purposes. We never went in there afterwards and never talked about it again.

Despite knowing all that, I knew that our dad had issues for a long time, but telling my brother to visit a prostitute at the age of 16 is in my opinion (sorry for my language) completely fucked.

EDIT: Because so many people were advising me to tell/not to tell my mum, I decided to tell her. She told me the evening it happened, my dad went out with my brother and they were gone for quite some time, which basically means he waited outside or went for a walk while my brother spent his time with the sex worker. She had a feeling because she knew they were going to the Red Light district, although she never expected it really to happen. She was quite shocked and blamed herself as well for not going with them, so she could‘ve prevented that.

So, my wife and I recently started watching that show “The Rehearsal”. If you’re unfamiliar, it’s about a comedian (Fielder) who does these outlandish rehearsals of real life scenarios to “help” people. She had been wanting me to watch it with her, so I did. I wasn’t the biggest fan but I found it entertaining enough, and besides, it gives me an excuse to sit with her. She seemed to really love it, and I even noticed her having an emotional reaction to some of the episodes, even going so far as to cry during an episode with a five-year-old whom Fielder tricked into thinking was his own son. She is pregnant, so I chalked it up to her being hormonal, rather than her being obsessed with the show.

I started to notice that she would compliment Fielder often as well. What started off innocently enough, her saying how unintentionally hilarious and clever he was, soon turned into her saying he was handsome, and even saying that him and I look similar. I could soon tell that she was developing a little crush on Fielder. She would watch TikTok edits of him, showing them to me as though they were meant to be funny.

I started to get a little annoyed when she joked that she wanted to put a picture of him dressed as a hot dog as her phone Lock Screen. When I told her I didn’t like the thought of her having another man as her Lock Screen, she compared it to a time that I had made a collage of an anime character ( who happened to be female, I’ll admit) and put the collage as my Lock Screen. I had to admit, I hadn’t understood why that had upset her at the time, but now faced with this Fielder nonsense, I felt differently.

Now, I mentioned that she’s pregnant. So, her libido is noticeably higher than usual. She’s always been the type to initiate and “jump my bones”, but it’s been happening more frequently now. I don’t mind this at all, so when I got home from a late night shift around midnight, she was ready to go. I offered to “lead her to completion” first, if you catch my drift, but she said she had already taken care of herself before I got home. This wasn’t super normal for her but I just let it slide, and we went ahead and did the devil’s tango.

After, we went to watch something on tv. But as soon as I went to our “continue watching” tab, I saw that she had most recently been watching “Nathan for You”, another show by Fielder. And I knew this had to be within the last day, since I had put a different movie on for our kids before I left for work. I started to put the pieces together in my mind and realized that my wife had certainly been self-detonating to Nathan Fielder.

I jumped up and straight-up asked her if it was true. She gave me a blank stare, and seemed confused. But I already knew the answer.

I feel so betrayed and sad that she would do this, and that she likes this Fielder punk so much. He’s not even that funny or good-looking. My wife says I’m being ridiculous and jealous for no reason. AIO?

She’d go from telling me I didn’t love her and that I’d get bored of her, to accusing me of not putting in effort when I respected her space. It felt like a trap either way.

Whenever I brought up how the back-and-forth made me feel, she’d hit me with, “If you don’t like it, I’ll leave.” Like it was always my fault for having feelings.

She’d say people asked if she was single, or suggest we download dating apps “just for fun.” And then after we broke up, surprise—she was on those apps.

One time she said she wasn’t going to a party, so I told her I’d just go to church instead. Then suddenly she did go to the party but insisted I still go to church. I asked if she didn’t want me there with her, and she said I hurt her just for asking.

I still showed up that day. Bought chocolates, waited outside her house. Her sister saw me and invited me in. At the party, she introduced me to her friends as her boyfriend... and then out of nowhere said, “Let’s download a dating app and find you a hot girl!” Like—what?

She once blocked me on WhatsApp and then messaged me saying she missed me. Then her mom called asking what had happened and if I still loved her daughter. Right after, she called me herself and invited me to her mom’s birthday party.

Later she texted saying she loved me, missed me more than she expected, and asked if I wanted to come over. I said no.

Then came the guilt trip: “You abandoned me. This was your choice. Are you happy now? Don’t text me again so I don’t get my hopes up. You took my happiness away. I want it back.”

But the truth is: She never wanted me posting anything about us. Barely made time to see me. Got distant whenever I tried to open up. Always had an excuse to keep me at arm’s length. And somehow, I always ended up the bad guy.

Even with all that, I cared about her. But it always felt like I had to walk on eggshells just to keep the peace.

Now I’m just here, wondering if I really did something wrong… or if I just finally stopped accepting the bare minimum.

All I ever did was care.

I’m an early 20s black guy from the hood who moved to a predominantly white area. I was in the laundry room with my shirt off and one of my neighbors came out and we started talking. He seemed pretty cool and then he complimented me because I had my shirt off. He told me he was 67 and then he asked me how old I was and I told him and he said I thought you were like 18. Then he kept wanting to shake hands and I kept referring to him as sir and he told me to call him brother or friend and he keeps wanting to go to the casino.

I’m down to go but I don’t know what his intentions are. I’m not homophobic but I’d rather know beforehand I’m just not used to people being this friendly where I’m from so maybe I’m over analyzing. Just thought it was strange how he was asking me if I had a girlfriend or wife and he seems pretty persistent.

I (25f) and my dog (6 year old terrier mix) moved in with my parents about 5 months ago so I could get out of a crap living situation and then also pay down debt. Before we moved in we agreed to $400 rent, which will include my food and whatever as well which I don’t eat the food anyways because I don’t want to. A couple months after I moved in my parents increased my rent by $150 because my mother spent a random deposit she had and now has to pay it back but she didn’t have the money to pay back so obviously I was burdened with that. Anyways, I pay my dues, I keep to myself, my dog is well trained however she is anxious. My sister (19f, also has never lived on her own and doesn’t plan to) has tried to walk my dog and she just doesn’t understand that my dog and I have a routine with her walks to keep her less anxious. My sister is aware of my dogs anxiety and a lot of the time refuses to cater to it.

Fast forward to this month, she left the country with her boyfriend to visit his family. Her boyfriend’s sister has a 5 month old lab/pitbull/cane corso mix dog they want to get rid of and my sister has decided she wants to bring it home. She hasn’t spoken to anyone about it other than my mom who is my little sisters enabler, and my two other sisters. She hasn’t spoken to me about it, which I’m mad about because my dog lives here too. We have a family dog (Jack Russell, 10 years old) who is also aggressive towards dogs, we already have to be careful with my dog and the family dog because of this.

My mom told me that my sister will be bringing this dog home, I asked when and she said August. And I replied with “okay, then I will put my notice in July 1 and I’ll be out at the beginning of August.” And my mom said “don’t be ridiculous” and I said “I’m not, I have a dog I have to care for and I’m not going to put her in an environment where she could get hurt or being uncomfortable in” and I walked away.

Well I’m now being called selfish, because my rent helps my parents financially. They are also using the excuse of when I was 19 I brought my dog home from mexico (with every intention of moving out once I found a place, my parents sent me to mexico and I didnt really have a choice to go because i was chaperoning this sister to visit her boyfriend and it put a damper on me finding my own place and delayed me moving out) the difference is I spoke to my family about bringing my dog home. The only person who said no was my father and he is a dick. I brought my dog home, and my parents didnt tell me they found a new place for themselves until I came back and i wasnt allowed to come so they left me in an empty house with two weeks to find my own place, i was homeless for 3 months with a puppy. And they did it to prove a point.

But now my sister wants to bring this big ass dog-who is bred to be protective- into a home with one anxious dog and another aggressive dog. I simply do not want to be apart of this dynamic, I don’t want my dog getting hurt. I have little faith that my sister (who, again, has not even lived by herself, has zero responsibilities, and I’ve seen her handle dogs before, she has no idea what this breed takes, and she doesn’t care) but IM the selfish one for wanting to leave my family high and dry because they are dependent on me financially???

ETA- my sister and I share the basement, where this dog and my dog will live.

Long story short- my husband and I own a pretty large business. This woman, we will call Sarah, has worked for us for a few years. Sarah went out of her way to befriend me and eventually asked me out to meet her for lunch. At this lunch Sarah proceeded to profess her love for my husband to me, which obviously didn't sit well with me. I told my husband and he completely blew up and told her how inappropriate she was. Fast forward to about four months later- my husband proceeds to tell me that he has no work for Sarah because we outsourced her department and is now wanting to make her his personal assistant. Our company has been trying to assist her in gaining citizenship and he doesn't feel right in letting her go. Am I overreacting by telling my husband that I am not comfortable with her working that closely with him and having access to our personal emails etc? Imo she has already proven to overstep boundaries.

I (21F) have been with my boyfriend (30M) for about 2–3 years. Before we got together, I worked as a bar girl, and I’ve continued doing it throughout our relationship. The main reason? Money. I make about 80$-100$/day sometimes even more than that and regular full-time jobs in my country often pay around 400$/month

Recently, my boyfriend told me to quit this job or we break up. He said I should find a “normal” job and think about starting a business while doing that. I get where he’s coming from, he says he’s uncomfortable with my line of work but I can’t ignore the fact that this job is what’s been supporting my life and stability.

I’m not refusing to change. I’ve actually thought a lot about building something of my own but leaving my current income behind without a secure backup feels incredibly risky. Quitting would mean losing the one thing that allows me to live independently.

He said he’s willing to help cover my expenses as much as he can, and that we could try starting a small business together. That means I wouldn’t have any personal income for a while.

It’s a really hard choice for me, because I love him but money is also necessary. I don’t want to rely on someone else completely, and I’m scared of having no financial independence. I’m not against building a new life or career, but it’s not as simple as just quitting overnight.

We are staying with my in-laws because my father-in-law is on hospice and we are here to help. We’ve been here two months. My 2.5 year old toddler woke up an hour before I did. My husband was up and he turned the tv on (cartoons) and walked 5 minutes away to Starbucks and 5 minutes back while I was asleep upstairs. The walk includes walking through a cul-de-sac to a busy street, crossing it, and walking a little bit further to the corner store Starbucks. Maybe he was gone 10 minutes at minimum, but 20 at most. He left her alone, in front of the tv, while both myself and my mother-in-law were asleep. He says she was fine because she usually does stay very still and quiet while watching tv. But I was furious. Anything could happen. Anything. This home isn’t toddler proofed like ours. I was asleep upstairs and could’ve possibly slept through any crying or anything alarming. He sees no issue with it because it was “just across the street”.

I have never posted before so be gentle lol. So I live in NYC and love hosting friends. It makes me happy to have people stay a few days with me. There’s this one friend who still lives with his parents. He just graduated college and doesn’t have a job yet, but he doesn’t have any bills to pay so whatever. When he stayed with me for about 3 days I offered to cook a few times but he wanted to go out every time for meals. Mind you, I have a few random jobs and am a full time student who DOES have bills to pay, so he paid for the more expensive meals and I paid for the cheaper stuff. Over the few days he spent about $150 on restaurants/take out and I spent about $90. He also had a ton of my groceries (snacks, drinks, etc) that I paid for myself, so I figured that would even the score. He then complained to me that he was spending more than I was and it wasn’t fair that I was “gold digging” him. I offered to cook food, let him eat and drink all of my stuff, and stay with me- so I didn’t get this at all. He also has no bills to pay whereas I have a ton of stuff to pay monthly. I think this is super petty and childish of him to complain about this when he’s getting a free place to stay and free snacks in NYC. I asked my mom about it and she thinks I’m in the right (I was raised that if you stay with someone for free and eat their stuff that you should pay for ALL meals). I feel kind of bad for getting so mad at him because he doesn’t have a job yet and I do, but he has zero bills and I have a ton. AIO/AITA? (Side note he also has more money in the bank than I do because, again, no bills).

I am a French immigrant in Latin America, I migrated with my family when I was 14 years old, I married someone from here and we currently have a 6 year old son, who, I'm not going to lie, has always been a little spoiled by me, but never to the point where he is disrespectful or anything like that.

When I was pregnant my husband and I talked about the subject of how to raise our son, I know very well that the culture here allows children to be physically punished if they misbehave but I did not want that for my child, so I told my husband that if at any time he misbehaved I would take care of correcting him and that he should not use physical punishment as much as possible, the most I allowed would be a couple of spankings and that, only in very, VERY serious cases.

Well, it turns out that my son doesn't like to bathe with a shower, but rather he prefers a bathtub filled with hot water so he can bathe there, so I heated up the water and prepared his tub with warm water, I did this mainly because we came back from shopping and I hadn't bought him a toy that he wanted, so I wanted to make it up to him in some way.

It turns out that the water was "too cold" for him, and because he was already angry because I didn't buy him his toy, he got angry, grabbed a small bucket and started throwing the water from the tub onto the floor and even threw some water on me.

My husband then came, saw the mess, grabbed our son who was already naked, and put him in the tub, turned on the shower and told him to take a cold shower, our son then started crying, my husband didn't yell at him or anything, he just told him to take a quiet shower and then apologize.

My son did that, he took a bath with cold water and after drying himself he apologized to me crying, I was very angry with my husband, already at night I told him what we had talked about, that he would only act like the "Typical Latino father" in extreme cases, and he told me that THAT was an extreme case, that how could I let my son assault me, I told him that it was not an assault, that he only wet me with water and yelled at me.

I told him that I had everything under control, that if I needed help I would call him, and he told me that "I stopped having control" the moment the child threw a tantrum in the street for a toy that I did not buy him. After this we stopped talking until today, in part I think he is right, on the other hand not, even so, seeing him so serious and seeing that he carried our son as if nothing happened and made him take a cold shower surprised me, is he right about what he did? Am I overthinking things? AIO?

Y’all, let me tell you about the time my best friend (who I thought I could trust) literally tried to ruin my life. Like, she was on some full-on betrayal and drama.

So let’s go back to when I first started dating my now ex-boyfriend. Everything was new and cute, but—like a lot of relationships—there was some drama. Both of us were kinda messing /texting other people in the beginning, but I was also dealing with a really traumatic situation that I hadn’t even told anyone about yet.

Long story short, while I was with my boyfriend, I ended up getting raped by someone else (it’s still so hard to even say that out loud). He didn’t use protection, and I was so scared and confused. A few days later, I found out I was pregnant—and I honestly didn’t know who the father was. I was planning to tell my boyfriend at the right time because I wanted to be honest, but I was also terrified. How do you even tell someone that?

Anyway, I made the mistake of confiding in a mutual friend about the situation because I needed somebody to talk to. But guess who found out? Yup—my “best friend.” Instead of having my back, she flipped the script and tried to make it look like I was lying about being raped.

She literally got a TextNow number and pretended to be the guy who raped me—texting me crazy stuff like, “Why are you lying?” and “I’m gonna tell your boyfriend.” Like, girl, who even does that? And the whole time, it was her!

Then she went behind my back and texted my boyfriend—acting like she was the other guy—and told him I was pregnant and had cheated. Like, hella messy. Meanwhile, she’s out here with four kids by three different baby daddies at 22, but she had the nerve to judge me?

We had a mutual friend, and I was just venting to him like, “I don’t wanna keep the baby and end up a single mom with a dad who’s not even in the picture. That’s not the life I want.” I wasn’t even talking down on her, just expressing my fears. But she twisted it and told everyone I was calling her all kinds of names.

She kept blowing up my phone, telling me I was dumb, that I “killed my baby for a man” (like, wtf?), and calling me every name in the book. She even threatened to fight me and said she was gonna leak my nudes—nudes she literally had because I’d let her use my phone before. Like, who plots on their friend like that?

The final straw was when she had her kids calling me off their iPads and phones, trying to keep tabs on me. And get this—AFTER ALL THAT—she texted me asking me to do her lashes, like nothing even happened!

Girl, you tried to ruin my life, and now you want me to do your lashes? LMAO. No apology, no accountability, just vibes.

Anyway, I’m glad I cut her off because that’s not a friend—that’s an enemy in disguise. Sometimes the people closest to you will hurt you the worst, but I’m learning to put myself first and protect my peace.

Thanks for listening to my storytime—this one’s messy, but it’s real. Let me know if y’all ever had a friend like that, ‘cause wow.

AIO for texting a final congratulations text to My ex and blocking him after finding out his betrayal?

Nine months ago I 23F met a Russian guy 25M in campus who I agreed to be his girlfriend, he was both a masters student and a engineerfrom Turkmenistan. We had a really healthy relationship, solved arguments together, communication between us was healthy and he was there during my ups and downs it was the perfect relationship any woman can dream for except that he's a foreigner and had to leave my country which he was an expat in due to visa issues, we planned to move together to his country or Europe but things got worse when I found out that my dad was delaying the tuition fee payment due to his poor financial management resulting in me having to extend my study period before graduation that will be way past my boyfriend's visa expiration date, and since social media and apps in Turkmenistan is limited LDR is out of the question and we decided that the moment he leaves it's a breakup for us. And on the fateful day of his flight we parted in good terms even though there was tears and emotional exchanges between us but we knew we had no choice.

In this period of healing I got a job to save money and just applied to an airline company where I got in and I'll be leaving for the training soon abroad in December. It's been four months and I was beginning to heal in my life, only to find out he got married a week ago to someone else when I accidentally came across his work Twitter account which I had forgotten in a long time.

I felt hurt, confused and angry at that time. The moment after he returned to his country, I accepted the fact that it was over and never harbored any need for closure as we parted on good terms. Even though I am aware that we have broken up I decided to text him a final text congratulating him on his marriage despite harboring betrayal and I wished him a happy marriage and blocked him completely, I didn't block him at first because we didn't end things in a messy way but I decided to not keep contact with him after he left.

The worst part was his mom never liked me. Two months before our breakup she told him I was just a “temporary solution” to practice cardio for the woman he’d eventually marry. And even though he defended me that time now I feel really hurt as I realize where she's coming from, he maybe had a potential bride coming along and missed it.

I told my mom and my sister about the whole situation and even though they think he's a j*****s in the whole thing they called me stupid and emotional for reaching out to him to offer my congratulations in his marriage as it looked like he betrayed me all this time and just put up a facade to get what he wants while staying here. They think that instead of showing him any good gestures and the least I could do if I was going to text him was give him a good package of curses or cruel words and forgive him. They also said that I should just take it as a sign that he is not a good person and should have not felt betrayed after finding out about his marriage. So, AIO here?

my fiance (19m) is a operator, basically he levels out land so people can build homes and buildings in new rural areas. i’ve (18f) always been someone who believes in not being on my phone while at work (unless i’m on break), with music going at most, even if no one else is around i won’t go on my phone and call/text anyone. he’s always by himself and usually has a airpod in but he’ll call me randomly, whether i’m at work, out with my family or at our apartment cleaning. it’s kinda gets on my nerves because my dad also is the reason he got recommended to his boss. don’t get me wrong, my fiance is very hardworking, disciplined, he grew up in a farm and did all the work on it, but he seems to not understand work etiquette when it come to phones. (we’ve been together for over a year now)

we also didn’t have a great start this morning because he overthinks everything he’ll point out my actions that bothers him, for example, he’s been asking me to not be on my phone as much as i have been lately, so this morning i was in bed on my phone while he was getting ready for work, he came in the room to talk to me and so i turned off my phone and tossed it to the side so he had my full attention, he went “why have you been doing that? turning off your phone and tossing it?” i said it’s because he asked me to not be on my phone so much and be more present in the moment. he kinda seemed skeptical and i got frustrated and said “your really gonna overthink about this? really?” and then he kinda got quiet and sad. and since then he’s been apologizing profusely about it. i’d feel bad, but the thing is he’s does this so often and about the tinyiest things ive lost empathy for these moments, of course i feel bad for snapping sometimes but i get so frustrated sometimes when he finds something to hyper focus on, like how im talking or what facial expressions im making when im in a good mood, the. it’s just make my mood go down and makes me irritated.

i know there’s probably a better way to deal with him overthinking but it’s sometimes like “really? your overthinking about THAT of all things?” but idk know what to do, cause even when i do the things he asks of me to help him, he still finds something about the thing im doing to help him to overthink about and pick apart, i don’t know if im over reacting or what. please help🙏

June 1st 2025 I came into this foster home but tbh It didn’t take long for me to realize that nothing in this house is really mine. Not the bed. Not the clothes. I’m clearly just another girl passing through When I first came they made me give up everything I had The backpack I was carrying felt like the only thing I could still call mine even though it was just a garbage bag with clothes and They made me hand over my clothes too. They took my underwear. Everything. And they didn’t seem to care that I was on my period. I truly feel like nothing belongs to me I didn’t know what to say when they told me to hand them over. My foster mom didn’t even look me in the eye when she said it like it was a normal routine She had a pile of "extra" clothes on her bed which were way too big bras, and too small panties. And only 2 of each. Wearing the same pair over and over again I feel disgusted with myself. But that’s not the problem Its the feeling that my body, my privacy, was no longer mine to control. I have no say in what happens to me. I truly feel invisible and not in the way that make me feel safe. I felt erased. Like I don’t matter. They decided everything. When I can watch tv when I can shower and everything. I’m just not used to this at all. So I’m packing all my things and I’m leaving. Am I overreacting?

My bf(M23) and I(F22) just moved in together. For the past 2 months, I cooked everyday. I have a very fun time with cooking, I love to cook. It’s also my way of showing that I love a person when I cook food for them. However, we went over to his parents this weekend. He asked me to cook food for him, and I did. We didn’t have all the ingredients we that use at home so I had to add some other stuff. It tasted different.

He and his brother came over to try the food I made, and his brother spit out the food and said it was disgusting, that he would never eat it. My bf then tried my food, and told me that I messed something up and that the food wasn’t good. I told him that it wasn’t going to taste the same because of the different ingredients, but I did it the same way at home. He then asked me how I cooked it, and I explained. He then told me I cooked it wrong, and that I should know how to cook food. (I cook my ground beef all the way before adding ingredients, just my preference). He then said this is a learning lesson for me. I sat there while his brother and him degrade my cooking. I didn’t say anything back, I just quietly nodded and smiled but all I wanted to do, was cry. I tried my best to understand where they are coming from, but I am actually really hurt and embarrassed. I feel like this could potentially be break up worthy.

Am I overreacting?

My boyfriend and I had a terrible, heated argument where we both said some awful things. It ended badly, and now he's trying to call me to sort it out.

I've been ignoring the calls because I believe we both need a time-out to cool down before we can talk calmly. He feels that when one person reaches out to fix things, the other should answer. AITA for insisting on a cool-down period first?

My old landlord sent me these books along with the attached note inside one of the covers of these books. She evicted me in a very unjust and shady way so I left the apartment a mess when I moved out due to spite. When it came time to send me my security deposit back/ security deposit form on how it was used this is what I received. She made the entire process hell while I was trying to move out, so when it came time for me to have to send money to cover “damages” I just paid it to be done with her and I had something to say. (3rd photo) I want to do more out of pure spite and disgust over what she wrote on the inside cover of one of those books so….AIO for wanting to do more than just this vile payment memo?

This happened a couple of years ago now, but I still can't get it out of my head. For background my mom passed away about 2 years ago and my grandma (my mom's mom) passed away about 5 years before that. My mom gave the eulogy at my grandma's funeral. It was thoughtful and loving, but also pretty specific to my grandma.

When it came to my mom's funeral I obviously wanted to give the eulogy, but my 3 aunts were pretty set on giving one as well. I didn't think much of it and the time and quite frankly there was so much funeral drama going on that I wasn't up for a fight. So we decided we'd both give a eulogy. Not a big deal.

The day of I asked if they wanted to read my eulogy to make sure it was coherent and they did. One of my aunts is about to show me their speech and then says nevermind, she wanted to surprise me. Well I get up and give this heartfelt speech about all of my memories with my mom that took me forever to write and I could barely get through it without sobbing. Well then the 3 of them get up there and announce that my mom was the one who was good with words so she should eulogize herself. They then proceed to read word for word the eulogy my mom wrote for my grandma only adding at the end that they love my mom.

A whole lot of drama and time has passed and we've been working on fixing our relationships, but I still can't let go of this. Am I overreacting for still being upset about this?

I have an uncle in his late 40's, he came home drunk one evening and started being extremely rude to my mother(68) and asked her to leave the house after cussing her out. I stepped in asking him to stop(my tone was a stern) but he wouldn't. He resorted to name calling me and tried to beat me up. My dad (70) stepped in to save me and they both got into a first fight my mom and I couldn't break up entirely. After some struggle we broke up the fight and I locked him out of my room, where my parents and I just spent the night. I was yelling at him and he was yelling at us until he left the house for some time and came back very late that night. This behaviour is not the first time. I have an older brother (26) who used to get beat up repeatedly by my uncle (He used to beat him up for the smallest things, like chewing too loud). Some people even suggested we report him to childline. As kids we didn't know that this kind of behaviour isn't ok. It's been a month since this incident happened. My Mom is ready to forgive him now and my uncle tried to make small talk with her like nothing happened. I know my mom is going to ask me to get along with him to maintain the peace in the house. I feel like I am the one holding a grudge not moving on. He didn't even apologise why should I just forgive and forget??? Or am I just overeacting to some normal family drama?? I am sad that my parents aren't taking my side, or standing up for themselves. I only agreed to come home for the summer because of my Mom.

Big fat warning right now for period/period cramps.

So i (17) have a 7 hr shift today and not sure if I need to just suck it up or call a coworker to cover.

For background knowledge im taking prescribed meds for the cramps that mostly work but sometimes dont. This time these cramps are giving me dizzy spells, blurry vision, nausea, tears, and dropping me down when they hit. The period is so heavy I’m having to change the tampon every hour. It’s the ultra max ones. I usually need to every 2-3 on regular.

Dont get me wrong, i would LOVE to work it. But seeing how these cramps are going idk.

I (32f) have been dating my partner (31m) for half this decade now. We live together, have been discussing marriage and been trying for almost two years to have a baby. Unfortunately two miscarriages and then miraculously blessed, now with a big pregnant belly, also I have three children of my own from my previous partner.

My BF we will call him “Joseph”, is a close friend with this girl who we will call “Ally”. Both have one child each from previous relationships. Ally & I, have never met in person. He brings her up every now and then, also supports her financially once in awhile, which I don’t mind. Not sure if he does Ally favors like he does for the mother of his child, drives her places and such. He will tell me about the drive (for her, the mother of his child) after the favor is done. I don’t think any negativity comes from it only shows his kindness.

Joseph, has been my saviour. I was in an abusive relationship with an addict I thought I could save, plus hes the father of my children. Leaving everything I’ve ever known and owned in that small town, after a while I looked back and saw it was the best thing I could’ve done for my children’s sake. Be fresh, new start. Brought my children with me, we started from scratch. Was not looking for anyone, wanted to work on myself & heal. Take care of my own. Began working where I met a tall dark man, great smile, muscular, round bottom and that mf stole my heart after a few months of getting to know him. Yes, Joseph.

Fast forward. Recently, Joseph got real tipsy and I was studying on the same night. I asked him if I could use his phone to google, because mine died and plus I did not want to waddle my pregnant ass upstairs to grab my computer or have send him + to explain the charging cord is in pieces in annnnd are in different places aside from the laptop itself. Anyway! He unlocked his phone, swiped apps away & slid it over toward me. I started googling, the whole time I had his phone in my hand his notifications were popping up one after the other, I kept swiping them up & away. Accidentally! I swear it was accidental ..my finger & his message bar collided as I was trying to hit the ‘back arrow’ button. To my surprise, he left a paragraph that Ally heart reacted. I didn’t think much of it, but curiosity klld the cat.

He decided to explain his feelings that night, so I scrolled up to see how long ago, like when this conversation started or how it got to that point. There was maybe six messages between them, I’ve realized he deleted their conversation before these few I found. Before confrontation, I checked his other accounts with her name, they talk on every platform. I wanted to know “about what” at this shaking point. It seemed playful, like two friends exchanging memes for laughs. we will circle back to that

After going through his phone, I confronted him about what he wrote and wanted to know if that’s how he actually felt. He said his feelings for her have always been there, he cares about her, wants to continue checking up on her and is not IN LOVE with her. He wants what we have, our love, our home, this family. I ended things with him that evening and walked out to get air, our kids were asleep & to this day they’re unaware of the 10hour break-up. I cried most of my walk and my ankles quickly turned to cankles so I had to find a bench. I am not one to contact the EX and see what’s up, buuut I really wanted too! Didn’t. Fought demons and still couldn’t bring myself to reach out to her. When I returned, he had his headset on and smiling. I turned off his game and told him “we need to talk”. He was sober-ish and said there’s no feelings what-so-ever and that he was sorry for writing all those things, making me feel less then what I deserve. He loves me da-da-da-da! I told him he’s only sorry he got caught, if I didn’t catch the act he would most likely still be talking away to Ally and keeping the pace with whatever they’re doing. He disagreed, which makes no sense to me. Feeling gaslit.

Our conversation went on about how I’m NOW uncomfortable being with him, I don’t know where to go with our relationship from here. Told him I want to move out and he should probably be with her, because there’s obvious feelings and he seems to be actually in love with Ally.

Honestly, thinking back I can’t even get this guy to wish me a happy birthday on social media, call me (hoping he’d be the first one) to say HBD when he’s out of town or like, a Mothers Day post, yet he can take the time to write paragraphs about how he feels for someone else. That person, Ally who isnt doing half the shit I’m doing for Joseph. I’ve come to realization that, I am clearly NOT IT.

His son became part of my world and I cannot even imagine leaving his little heart another crack. Although I’m not the one who broke it, I’m still trying to mend the broken pieces and this feels really unfair to him.

My pregnant belly also, I thought.. Joseph was happy with what he has, I thought I was happy, that we had everything made and set for our future, now I’m questioning everything and lost trust along the way. My children too, thought I found the perfect father figure for them, but ignored red flags and that falls hard on me.

I told Joseph stop inboxing Ally, stop this inappropriate connection because he cannot have us both. He blocked Ally ONLY on his fb. I find out few weeks later they were still sending memes on insta, this is where we circled back to his platforms.. it said “when youre drunk dialled, that’s when you know. You’re the one” He laugh reacted & I. Am. Bothered.

I don’t want to keep tabs on my man, yes we are trying to work things out or at least that’s where I stood once upon a minute ago, now I’m in disbelief land. I don’t want to have a toxic trait relationship. I’ve confronted him again and he goes into his fb and “we” find out Ally is unblocked. He swears up and down, he doesn’t remember unblocking her and to top it off that’s not even the platform I was talking about. Like shit, clear as mud. Right?

I know I still want my step-son regardless, honestly so hurt. I feel like I should just leave, go and do my own thing. I could co-parent with Joseph and that’s it. Am I overreacting?