I won the lottery. $1,000 a day for life. I'm 58. My son is 19.

I went to him and told him that I wanted to make a deal. I would give him the ticket. In return he would give me half of the money until I die. Then he gets all the money. He said he needed to think about it.

He came back and said it wasn't really fair for me to want half. He said that I could live another 40 years. That he might need the money more and that I should take 20%.

I said I would think about it.

I signed the ticket and claimed the lump sum.

I m seeing a lawyer to set my son up for life. His education will be paid for, when he gets older he will be able to purchase a home for free basically, a trust fund will be set up so he gets a good amount of money for the rest of his life.

Now he is pissed that I went back on my offer.

I thought I was being smart but I didn't realize how greedy he was. He also told my ex about the money and she is pissed that I'm not giving her anything. We have been divorced for years. I owe her nothing.

No I won't give you anything if you ask. There is a reason I'm using a throwaway.

Whenever my sister Lynn goes to any family event, she never watches her own kids and expects everyone else to, including my own children, who have complained about it. She will leave the room with her toddler, that acts like a wild animal.

I told my children (10 and 13) not to be duped into watching that brat. My 13-year-old daughter left the room when my sister left her alone with her kid to gossip with my mom. My daughter got up and left.

Lynn’s toddlers pulled all the food off by the tablecloth and spilled red pasta sauce all over my mom’s carpet. The kid was screaming, and Lynn started to yell at my daughter when I told Lynn it was her responsibility to watch her own fucking kids.

Lynn said she thought my daughter was watching the “baby.” I asked her, “Did you ask my daughter to?” Lynn said she thought my daughter was smart enough to watch kids if they were alone with them. My daughter said maybe Lynn should be smarter next time she thinks of having kids that she can’t control or watch.

Yes, this was rude, and I laughed. My mom told my daughter to help pick up the mess because she helped cause it. My daughter refused, saying it was Lynn’s fault because she let her kids run around like animals.

My mom said we could all leave because we had no respect for her or her house. My daughter said she wouldn’t be back until her grandmother and aunt respected her. I took my kids home.

My mom thinks I should punish or talk to my daughter and make her apologize, but I won’t. I don’t think my daughter did anything wrong, and it’s Lynn’s fault for not watching her own brats.

I’m F16, my older sister Mia is 27 and her husband Hugh is 30.

Hugh is a bully, and I don’t like him. He always says something about my weight, every single time. Mind you, my weight is perfect for my height and I can run a marathon. I’m way fitter than he is, but he always somehow suggests I’m gaining weight.

While I’ve learned to not let it get to me, I don’t appreciate someone acting like this within the family. I’ve already spoken to Mia and she doesn’t do anything, and my parents tell me it’s be rude to tell him to not greet or show concern! And one time I confronted him and he said his concern is for my health, and I told him if he has any health concerns for me he should bring it up to Mia, who would speak to me as my sister rather than a grown ass man who I have no bond with acting like a bully.

Anyway, he keeps doing it so my brother (18) suggested I bring up his hair, as he’s obsessed with saving what remains of it, with little success.

So I did it last night. They visited us and he told me it looks like I’ve gained weight. I said it looks like you’ve lost a fair bit of hair since we last met and at this rate you’re going bald before 32. He got visibly upset, went to the bathroom to look at his hair, and then told Mia and my parents that he was greatly offended.

I just shrugged and said as long as he speaks about my weight, I’m gonna bring up him going bald. If he shuts up, I will too.

While Mia thinks this is fair game, my parents think I’m being an asshole and want me to apologise to Hugh and be the bigger person. My brother says I did well.

AITA?

My mother in law is turning 60 in a couple weeks. She has five kids including my husband who I have been married to for almost three years. None of her kids have organized anything to celebrate her, however I know she loves parties. My own parents just turned 60 and I as the eldest daughter helped organize a celebration for my own mother. I feel bad because I know that my mother in law loves parties, however I don't think it is my responsibility to throw her a party or organize anything, especially because her own kids aren't doing it however my husband thinks I should. Am I the asshole?

I (28M) have a gf (28F) that just recently decided to sign up for a half-marathon come December. The reason why she signed up is because she doesn’t want to go to an event that’s also happening that day so she has a built-in excuse (That’s pretty wild to me). She asked me beforehand and I told her I thought that was a bad idea. She doesn’t like running (nor does she runs) and she could find another excuse that isn’t running a half-marathon. She still signed up anyways. She then told me that she will follow a 12-week plan for running the half-marathon that was given to her with her inscription.

Here’s the thing, I’m a runner in an elite running club, I’ve run over a dozen half-marathons and countless 5ks and 10ks in my life. This summer I ran a 10k and a half-marathon. I finished 5th overall in the 10k, and 12th in my category for the half-marathon. I’m by no means a “good” runner (good as in make a living running) but I do know what I’m talking about.

She’s often talked about wanting to get “in shape” which I’ve always encouraged but never pushed for (it’s not my place). About a month ago she started to go to Barre classes and she’s enjoying them quite a bit (I’ve gone with her a couple times too), so I assumed that going to Barre classes was the final motivation she needed to sign up for the half-marathon.

Anyways, I advised her to start walking and jogging now before she starts the 12-weeks program. I told her that she needs to build a cardio-base before she takes on a half-marathon program that includes jogging, repetitions, intervals, long-distance, hills, etc. She doesn’t want to because she’s not willing to stop going to Barre classes and she gets tired doing two workouts a day. I told her that a half-marathon is a lot mileage and that she needed to get extra prepared so she doesn’t get injured in the race. She said she’s not interested in achieving a “good time” and just that she wants to finish, even if it’s walking. Also that she has a cardio base from playing basketball growing up (she stopped playing basketball 8 years ago). I told her that she made this commitment and that she should take it more seriously, 12-weeks for a half-marathon is a pretty standard program when you have been running and you want to hit your peak in the race, not when you’re about to start from scratch.

That was the last straw and she got really upset with me saying that I was trying to put her down, not being supportive of her, and that it’s not easy for her when her boyfriend is in great shape and she isn’t. At that point I apologized for making her feel that way and that I would drop it. I do feel that I need to find a better way to approach it but I want to know was I the Asshole?

I broke up with my gf 2 years ago, I always loved and supported her, but she left me, no matter how much I begged her she wouldn't listen to me, she just wanted to leave me.

4 months ago, she visited me and told me that I have a daughter, I loved my gf so much and I got angry and demanded a paternity test, we did the test and she's definitely my daughter, I did the test multiple times, I was extremely furious at her, for not just leaving me but for not even telling me about my own daughter, she was sorry and cried but I was angry and said that she's a bad human being, you left me when I loved you so much, I gave you my everything and you didn't tell me about my own daughter?

She cried and said I should give her full custody and I should pay her so she can support my daughter, I said no, never, you didn't tell me about my own daughter, and you want me to just pay for my daughter when she doesn't even know anything about her own father? I'm going to court.

Now my gf's parents are saying that I'm being an unrealistic ass, I should just support my daughter's mother, and in time I will get to see my daughter and get to be with my daughter

I know I'm not an asshole to be with my daughter and for doing whatever I need to be with her, but should I just give my daughter's mother some time to just get over everything that has happened?

Edit: I just have a question, can I just make an agreement or something that she gives me my daughter and I pay her in return? She gets her money and I get my daughter? I can ask my family members to help me with money and my father and uncles won't refuse, I just want my daughter

So here's what happened. I'm 32 (F) and I've got a 7 year old son, "Jake." My sister, "Anna," is 35 and has an 8 year old son, "Ben." We've always been pretty close, and our kids usually play together without any issues. But a few days ago things went sideways and now I'm feeling really confused about whether I did the right thing.

We were having a family BBQ at my place. The adults were inside talking, and the kids were in the backyard playing. Everything seemed fine, until suddenly I hear Jake screaming. I ran outside, and what do I see? Ben is on top of Jake, punching him in the face. Jake was crying, and Ben looked like he didn't even care.

I pulled Ben off Jake and tried to figure out what was going on. I asked Ben why he was hitting Jake, and he just shrugged and said "He was annoying me." That was it. No real reason, just that Jake was "annoying" him.

I was super angry. I told Ben, in a firm voice, that what he did was totally wrong and that he needed to apologize to Jake right away. I wasn't yelling but I was definitely serious I wanted to make sure Ben understood that hitting someone is never okay, no matter what.

Just as I'm finishing up talking to Ben, Anna comes outside and sees Ben looking upset. She immediately starts asking me what I said to him, so I explained the situation. I thought she would understand and back me up, but nope. Instead, she got mad at ME! She said I shouldn't have talked to Ben like that and that I was overreacting. She even pulled the "boys will be boys" card, saying it was just a little fight and that I was making a big deal out of nothing.

I couldn't believe it. I told her that Ben's actions were not just a "little fight" and that I have every right to protect my son when he's being hurt for no reason. Anna didn't want to hear it, and she ended up leaving with Ben, clearly pissed off at me.

Now, I'm feeling really conflicted. I stood up for my son because I believe what Ben did was wrong, but I also didn't mean to overstep with my nephew. I didn't think Anna would react the way she did, and now I'm wondering if I should've handled it differently.

So, AITA for telling off my nephew after he started beating up my son, even if it made my sister mad?

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Mood Spoiler: tentatively happy ending

Original : August 22, 2024

This situation has caused a lot of tension between my husband and me, and now I’m questioning whether I’m being unreasonable.

I (30F) gave birth to our first child, Olivia, two months ago. Being a first-time mom has been both beautiful and overwhelming. My husband, Jake (32M), was incredibly supportive during the pregnancy and promised that after Olivia was born, he would be there for me every step of the way, especially during those challenging first few months.

Before Olivia was born, Jake and his friends had been planning a "bro’s only" trip for this summer—a week-long vacation to a cabin in the mountains for hiking, fishing, and bonding. When the trip was being discussed, I reminded Jake that Olivia would only be a few months old, and we would be deep in the newborn phase. He reassured me that if things got too tough, he would cancel the trip to help me out, and I trusted him.

Now that Olivia is here, things have been harder than I anticipated. Between the sleepless nights, breastfeeding struggles, and just trying to adjust to motherhood, I’ve been feeling overwhelmed. Jake has been helpful, but I can tell he’s excited about this trip, which is coming up next month.

Last week, I asked Jake if he could consider canceling the trip, reminding him of his promise. I told him that I’m struggling and that having him gone for a whole week would be really tough on me. He seemed surprised and a bit hurt that I was asking him to cancel. He said he’s been looking forward to this trip for months, and that he needs a break, too. He also pointed out that his parents live nearby and could help if I needed support while he was away.

I understand that Jake needs a break and wants to spend time with his friends, but I can’t help feeling like this is a time when I really need him by my side. I tried to explain that while I appreciate his parents' help, it’s not the same as having him here. Jake said that I’m being unfair by asking him to cancel the trip after all the planning that went into it and that I need to trust him to make sure I’m supported even if he’s not physically there.

Now, we’re at a bit of a standoff. Some of my friends think I should let him go, saying that it’s important for him to have some time away, especially after all the stress of becoming a new dad. But others agree that it’s too soon for him to take off for a week, and that he should prioritize being home with me and Olivia.

So AITA for asking my husband to cancel his "bro’s only" trip to help me with our newborn after he promised he would?

Top Comments:

fancyandfab: You were uncomfortable for 9 months, you went through labor, you are now breastfeeding, what the f**k does he need a break from?? He was a giant AH when he even planned this trip. He was a bigger AH when he lied about canceling, and he's the giant gaping insanely awful AH now that he thinks it's unreasonable for you not to want him to be gone for an entire week when you're already overwhelmed. It doesn't seem like you'd want his parents to stay for that week while he's gone. This made me furious. I hope this is his only misstep, though I doubt it. NTA

bythebrook88: I assume Jake will be looking after Olivia for a week once you've stopped breastfeeding and can go away for a break? Let Jake know that if he uses his parents as free childcare it will result in a further week of rest being required.

Jake seems oblivious to the struggles you are facing with your child, and selfishly prioritises his own needs over you and Olivia.

God-Bless-Kitties: NTA. Part of being a parent is sacrificing your own wants and desires for your child. Part of being a good Husband is listening to your Wife when she says she needs you.

Frankly he should have considered canceling it when he knew the baby would be here by the time the trip came up.

OOP is voted NTA

edit (Same Day, Same Post)

Hey, everyone. I just wanted to give a quick update after reading through most of the replies. I was honestly overwhelmed by the amount of support and understanding I received—thank you so much to everyone who took the time to respond. Your kind words and thoughtful advice really helped me feel less alone in this situation.

A lot of you suggested that I should also take a week off, letting Jake stay with Olivia, to get a break for myself. I really appreciate the sentiment behind that suggestion, but there are a couple of reasons why it’s not realistic for me right now. First of all, I’m breastfeeding, so being away from Olivia for that long would be really difficult logistically. But beyond that, and this is something I know I need to work on, I just don’t feel comfortable being away from my baby yet. I know it’s not healthy to feel like I can’t have her out of my sight, but I can’t help it. I guess it’s just that new mom anxiety that’s really hard to shake.

I’ve been debating whether or not to show Jake this thread. I’m worried that reading it might hurt his feelings, but I’m definitely going to have another conversation with him about everything. I’m willing to compromise and let him go on the trip, but I think a whole week is just too much. I’m leaning towards suggesting that he limit the trip to a maximum of three nights, so he can still have some time away with his friends but not be gone for an entire week.

I’ll update again after we’ve talked. Thanks again for all the support, everyone. It really means a lot to me.

Also, I'm new to Reddit, not sure if I should be posting updates or just editing this post.

Update (Same Post): August 23, 2024 (Next Day)

UPDATE

Hey, everyone. I just wanted to share another update after having a very long and emotional talk with Jake. I won’t get into every detail of our conversation, but I’ll touch on the most important points.

After putting Olivia to bed, I went straight to bed myself, feeling utterly exhausted. Jake was already asleep, but for some reason, the weight of everything just hit me all at once, and I started crying uncontrollably. My sobbing woke Jake up, and he immediately asked me what was wrong. I told him that I was just tired, but then I opened up about how anxious I’d been feeling about his trip and being left alone with Olivia. I admitted something I’ve been reluctant to say out loud—that Jake hasn’t been as involved as I thought he would be. This was one of my biggest fears when we found out we were having a baby.

For context, Jake has a rocky relationship with his own dad. I won't go into detail about why his dad isn't the best but his mom (my mother-in-law) remarried when Jake was in middle school, and his dad wasn’t very present in his life. Jake has expressed to me before that becoming a father was scary for him because he’s afraid of being a bad one, just like his dad. When he first told me that, I thought it would make him into a great father, because it showed how much he cared about being a good dad long before we were even pregnant.

When I vented to him about all of this, at first, he tried to defend himself. He admitted that he’s been freaking out about having a baby for so long and just didn’t want to tell me. He said he didn’t want to stress me out while I was pregnant because he knows how much I’ve always wanted to be a mother. Hearing him say that made me feel guilty, like I hadn’t seen how much he’s been struggling internally. I had tried to convince him that he was going to be a great dad when we had this conversation long ago, and now it all felt more complicated.

I thought to myself, This can’t go on much longer. I realized that if he was going to keep pulling away like this, I didn’t know if I could handle it. So I asked him, “Is this what our life is going to look like from now on? Me with Olivia and you away? Because if it is, Jake, then I don’t think I can continue on like this.”

Jake told me to calm down and assured me that he wasn’t going anywhere. Then he got really emotional—he even started to tear up. He said he didn’t want to turn into his dad, and that he hadn’t realized that going on this trip could be a preliminary step toward becoming the absentee father he feared he might be. He apologized for not considering me and Olivia as much as he should have.

Long story short, Jake called his friends and told them he wouldn’t be able to make the trip. He’s even started planning a little family getaway for the three of us next year when Olivia is a bit older. It was a tough conversation, but I feel like we’re on the same page now, and I’m hopeful that things will get better from here.

Thanks again to everyone for your support and advice. It’s been an emotional rollercoaster, but I’m grateful for this community helping me navigate it.

Editor's note: Marked as concluded as OOP hasn't been active since and the question of whether or not her husband will go on the trip is decided.

This entire situation is kinda fucked and honestly I'm a bit heartbroken for my husband. Real names idc I'm Sean 37m my husband is Zack 36m and my son is 16 not saying his name. I divorced my ex wife after she cheated on me for the entirety of our marriage. That was over a decade ago idc anymore (son is mine already over and done). I met Zack when I was 28, my son was 7.

Me and Zack hit it off instantly. I was finally in a place to start dating again and thankfully he was the first person I was interested in. We connected on everything me and my ex wife did and a million more things. People say life has a plan for you and honestly I believe it. I'd go through a million more divorces and being cheated on over and over if I ended up with him every time. One of the big things was my son. Zack was hesitant at first just because of the situation but he wanted a family badly and I was excited for him to meet my son.

After dating for a year I talked to my ex and told her I'm introducing our son to a guy im seeing, told her it's serious and I see a future with him. She was happy for me we have a very good relationship now just told me to tell her when I was going to do it so she can be prepared if our son had any questions for her when he visited next.

Zack and my son were best friends. Did everything together. They loved playing minecraft together they spent hours sitting in front of the TV. I loved watching them I was so fucking happy the first person I found after my ex was this amazing. After about 6 months I asked Zack to move in and the rest is exactly as I've been describing. Amazing. My son started calling Zack his other dad when he was 10. Very sweet moment which makes this hurt worse.

Well, last weekend my son had 3 of his friends over. They were playing video games in his room and I just left to do grocery shoping for the week, so it was just them and Zack. I don't know how this topic came up but things got very homophobic. My husband was sitting on the couch and I guess my son and his friends thought me AND him left but it was just me. My sons room is connected to the living room so if you're sitting in the living room it's not super hard to hear what's going on in his room if he's being loud enough (4 teenage boys playing video games).

One of them said how's it feel having a "f slur" (idk if I can say it or not on here) as a father. My son laughed and said kinda shitty. They said my husband probably touched him when he was little and my son replied "he can try it now he'll get his ass beat" so not even being a dick to Zack but now also threatening him over something we all know he would never do. They kept saying shit like "which one do you think takes it in the ass" "probably the "f slur" at least your real dad still likes women" just a bunch of hateful shit. My husband sat there listening to it all silently crying. Also Zack has spent good 4 hours a day at the gym for the last 3 years so idk who's getting their ass beat but it ain't him.

I got home about 2 hours later to my husband sitting in his car with a bag packed waiting for me so he could leave but didn't wanna leave my son alone. I asked what's going on why are you leaving and he told me everything. I tried to understand as best I could. I insisted he wasn't serious hes just being a stupid kid acting tough with his friends but it didn't matter the damage was done.

Zack left and I went inside and went off on my son. His friends left and I spent a good 3 hours going back and forth with my son. At first he was very unapologetic and kind of agreed with his friends. I asked if he actually thought my husband sexually abused him when he was younger and he said "no but kids block those kinds of memories out so really who knows". I told him to pack his shit hes living with his mother. Info- his mom lives 3 hours away which means new school, new friends if at all, less private space as he'd have to share a room with his step brother etc. Just everything that you'd expect going from a single kid in a house to one of 4.

My son instantly changed his attitude he was crying begging me not to send him away he didn't mean it he was just lying to seem cool to his friends. I asked why did he double down when they left and he didn't have an answer. I told him to pack his shit hes leaving in the morning. Called my ex told her the situation and she agrees he needs something drastic what he did wasnt ok at all.

Fast forward to now and my husband is back but he cries every night. Honestly it feels like he's mourning which I don't want because when you mourn you dont get over someone you get as close to indifferent as possible to keep living your life without them. I don't want that. I want my husband and my son to have that strong bond I know they have and don't want them to throw it away over this. I don't agree with what my son did but those accusations at minimum can ruin someone's life and at most end it.

I'm disgusted with my son, he calls me everyday tells me he misses me and Zack and wants to come home. I stay strong on the phone but after I break down and my husband tries to consol me. Tells me my son can come back and he will leave but no I'm not doing that. I just don't know what to do. I miss my son I miss coming home and seeing them spending time together.

I've thought about therapy for him but he said no. You can't force therapy on someone they'll just sit there for an hour and piss away 400 bucks. I need advice.

My fiancé’s boss told him today that he’s expected to bring a dessert for a potluck they just decide that they’re having tomorrow. I happily offered to make a cheesecake, I’m no baker but I make excellent cheesecakes from scratch. I went to the store and got everything I needed to make it to save him the trip after work, I was happy, all was well until he called me as soon as I stepped out of the store to complain about how much I spent. I was like okay, what am I supposed to do? Groceries are expensive. I thought we let it go until he saw what ingredients I bought and then proceeded to tell me I screwed everything up, nothing I bought was any good and the cheesecake would be awful if I made it with the things I bought. I proceeded to cry and then told him I’m not making anything now. This is such a stupid argument and for some reason, it has my questioning my entire relationship. Why do I deserve to be treated poorly over cream cheese? I don’t know. Am I overreacting in thinking like this?

This happened many years ago. There's a park that I like to walk my dog in, with a creek and lots of trees, it's quite nice. The entry to the park is a little path that borders someone's backyard, which is separated by a wooden fence about 7 feet tall. I noticed over a period of weeks a disgusting habit that the dweller of the property had; there were dozens of cigarette butts strewn about on the grass; instead of properly disposing of the butts, the dweller's usual habit was to flick them over the fence into the park. One evening, I was going to through the path, a lit cigarette butt flew over the fence and almost hit me in the eye.

That was the last straw.

Next time I went through the path, I peeked through the boards of the fence and didn't see anyone in the backyard, then picked up all the dozens of butts and quickly chucked them over the fence into their yard.

I have never seen any more butts in the park again!

I 36m have been together with my fiancée 38f for 4 years, we are in the middle of planning our wedding and are just about to send out invites. However, I am not so sure I want to go through with the wedding anymore.

For some backstory, my sister 32f got pregnant at 18 and her boyfriend left, she had her baby at 19. Her daughter is now 13 years old and she is one of the smartest, most well behaved and one of the greatest kids I have ever met. My sister had a rough time, but with the help from our grandma, she managed to get through college and land a great job. She has done so much great things and her being a young single mother never made her a bad person.

My fiancée has always been quite distant with my sister since she found out this. A year into our relationship we were hanging out with my sister, drinking and talking. She, from nowhere, blurted out “Sooo, why did you just not abort her?”. It caused an argument but me and my sister forgave her for it because we chalked it up to her just being drunk. But she has always had these backhanded things to say to my sister, but my sister always assured me it did not matter.

Last Saturday, she was on the phone with her friend. She was in the living room and I was in the kitchen, I think that she either talked loud without noticing or just did not know I could hear her. She was talking about my sister being a failure, that if she ever had a daughter that did the same she would make sure that she was shunned and would make sure that the baby died. She said that it was sad that my sister was “such a stupid fucking bitch” and decided to ruin her life over a kid that it is not even all that. She went on and on, laughing and saying hurtful things about my sister.

I was disgusted with her. I talked with her about it on Monday and she went off on me invading her privacy, that I had no respect for her and that I had no right to listen to her conversation. I told her if that were her true feelings and she said that I was even more stupid than my sister if I didn’t realize that she has always felt that way. We ended the conversation there and she has been acting like if nothing happened.

Would I be a jerk if I cancel our wedding because of this? Is this even a valid reason. I love my sister and I know that she is not a failure, but hearing her talk about my family in that way hurts me and I did not think that about her. How can I spend the rest of my life with someone who thinks that way about my own family?

OP:

UPDATE

Thank you to everyone who commented and reassured me that I wasn't the asshole here. I honestly didn't think I was, but my "asshole radar" doesn't always work right. I did end up calling the police and speaking with a detective. He let me know that our state has laws protecting the anonymity of people who make calls into CPS for obvious reasons, but that I could still file a police report for defamation and a few other things against my sister just to have a paper trail. I went ahead and moved forward with that. I feel a little better now that I have the paper trail in case this happens again. You'll all be interested to know that the detective informed me that, while my state has strict laws protecting caller anonymity, the laws in the state my sister lives in are much more lax! I believe his exact words were, "That's a misdemeanor in her state. Do with that information what you will." So I did just that. I called the police department in my sister's town and spoke with a very nice officer who was VERY interested in my story. I filed a report with them as well. She told me that she would be sure that this matter was looked into. A few days ago, I got a call from my dad saying he had received a call from my sister and that she had been screaming and crying when he answered. Apparently, the police showed up at her job and arrested her for harassment, defamation, and knowingly submitting a false report to CPS. One of those charges is a civil matter, but the other 2 are misdemeanors in her state. When she didn't get any help from my dad, she called her husband. Apparently, he didn't know anything about any of this and he refused to bail her out! She was released after 72 hours and given a court date. I was informed that I would be allowed to testify if I wanted to. You can bet I'll be driving up to tell the judge the whole story and I'll be taking a mountain of evidence with me. The officer in my sister's town suggested I bring any doctors records, hospital records, drug test results, etc. to the judge to help my case, and I will be doing all of that. I will also be getting a copy of the report that CPS did when they came by to show that they ruled it a false report. Having my sister arrested was the last straw for my mother. She and I had it out again and I just threw up my hands and said I was done. If she wants to take my sister's side, then I don't want her around my family anymore. Thanks again to everyone for your advice. I hope my sister learns something from this, but it's honestly not my problem anymore. She and my mom have both been cut off and our lives are better for it. I guess the moral of this story really is FAFO.

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Aug 1st, 2024

I get matching tattoos, but each others names? I really can’t do it. A tattoo is permanent unless you want to pay more money to get it removed. so to me….it’s permanent.

Me and my boyfriend have been together for a year or so and he asked me if we should get each others name’s tattooed on each other and I immediately said “yea, no thank you”

He was like: “whyyyy” “what’s wrong with getting each others names?”

I’m sorry, but no. I told him how I refuse to put anyone’s name on me if it isn’t me or my twin sister. And ONLY my twin sister because she’s the only person who has been in my life full years of living. or my kids name…

He said stuff like : “this could actually show our love towards one another”

I told him we can still love each other very much without having each others name permanently on our skin. I just feel like it’s a stretch. And you never know what could happen in the future. It’s just a waste of money if we end up breaking up.

Then came : “my parents are still married and happy and they got each others names tattooed”

Like yea, I get that. But Im not doing it. It’s just too far. I respect anyone who chooses that path, but I can’t do it.

My boyfriend took it as I think that me and him will break up soon and I don’t love him like he loves me, but that isn’t true. I just don’t want something to be stuck on me when that person I thought I’d love forever turns out to be the one I no longer love.

AITAH ? Or is my reasons valid?

Edit: I’m 22 and he’s 25

Aug 18th, 2024

I posted this a while. A summary for the ones who don’t know.

My boyfriend asked me if I got his name tattooed on him which I said no because it’s just too much which he felt meant that I didn’t think we were going to last and I didn’t love him.

But anyways. We are now not together anymore. I broke up with him like three days ago.

He was showing lots of signs of toxicity which many warned me about. I’m sure he was talking to another woman…so yea. Had to call it quits.

Now I’m single and living great.

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Auto theft is out of control in my area (eastern Canada), and it's entirely enabled by electronic key fobs and pushbutton start vehicles. Thieves clone or spoof the signal from the fob, and drive away with the vehicle.

There was nothing wrong with needing to physically insert a mechanical key into the ignition and twist it to start the vehicle. Car manufacturers should go back to that model. It wasn't broken and didn't need fixing/improving.

I know a lot of people wanted an update to my last post, I can’t post a link so you can go to my profile to see it.

The trip happened and I did not end up taking her like I said I wasn’t. From the time that I posted that up until the time that I left, the household was very tense and awkward. I was not speaking to any of them. The only person I had to confide in and talk to my aunt and I’m so grateful for her.

My dad still thought that I was going to bring her on the trip and I kept telling him that I am not watching her and she is not coming with me. The morning of the trip we left at like six in the morning when he called me I was already about five hours out so he couldn’t do anything. When I got back it was a lot of yelling and crying from me and my dad and his wife. She said that I left them in a tough position and they had to stay home because they couldn’t get anyone to watch Lily. My dad and I had a serious talk for hours and he agreed that maybe we need to separate so we can work on our relationship. Which hurt me because I would have liked for him to tell me I can stay in my own home… while we do it. But I did end up going to my aunts house with no issues. My dad and I started family therapy with Just the two of us. His wife was pretty upset he was actually listening to me and was seeing where I was coming from.

Right when we were getting good and building a better relationship, I came over for dinner and he asked if we could integrate his wife and Lily into therapy and I told him that I had no interest in having a relationship with them. She called me a selfish c*** and that I need to be grateful that she let me stay with them after she moved in. I waited for my dad to correct her and he was silent pretty much so I left and I haven’t talked to him in almost a month. He keeps showing me that he will not be on my side.

So… to wrap things up, the cabin trip was so much fun. I have never felt so free from a burden. The trip was in June and we were there for almost a month. We extended it.

When I was packing for school, my dad came to visit and I guess his wife called and he had to lie about where he was because I guess she doesn’t want him to see me. So I told him, we don’t need to have contact right now or continue therapy because it’s clear which part of his family he cares more about. I don’t know what’s going to become of my dad and right now I don’t care, I’m focused on school and studying to become a nurse, I don’t want any negativity to ruin this experience but I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t hurt that I don’t have a parent to experience this with but my aunt says she is my surrogate mom and to share all my worries and success with her.

I am currently in my first week of college and the amount of freedom I feel here is also so… new. I am a little overwhelmed but I am in a honors club, I also am in a creative writing/book club and the friends I have made are so amazing. I am currently living on campus and I have never been better mentally. I am getting separate therapy to deal with my mom’s death because that was never offered to me by my dad. My aunt has truly become a mother figure to me. Being 2 states away from her is really hard but I can’t wait for weekend visits and holiday visits.

Also, another thing is that I’m going to be a godmother. My aunt was told at 22 that she would never be able to have kids and she is currently 4 months pregnant and I’m so excited because if anybody is going to be a good mother, I know it’s going be her. When she came to visit and tell me I think she saw I was a little worried. I told her I am so excited and happy for her and nothing will change that but she’s the only family I have right now and don’t want to get left behind like I did at home and we cried and she promised me that she was filling in for my mom and she will be there for the rest of my life, whether I like it or not. I am planning the baby shower and I can’t wait for the baby to be here.

But yeah… that’s it. Thank all for checking up on me and giving me encouraging words.

Before my parents had me (18m) they had my sister "Emily". Emily was 3 years older than me and she died when I was a few months old. My parents never recovered. My whole childhood I was in the shadows of the child they lost. I get that grief does things to people and that losing a child is the worst loss a parent can suffer, but it was like I didn't exist most of the time. They talked about Emily all the time. Sometimes they could acknowledge she was gone but more often than not she was talked about like she was still around. The most attention I got from my parents is when they force fed words about how much I loved Emily. It never came natural for me to say "I love Emily and I miss her so much". I didn't know Emily. But I did feel haunted by her. I had a big photo of Emily on the wall opposite my bed growing up. They wanted me to fall asleep to my sister looking over me. It always felt creepy. But they had photos of her in every room, even the bathroom. I remember trying to take the photo in my room down and my parents had a hugely explosive reaction. Like I'm talking they yelled so loud the neighbors came to check on us.

Emily's room was never touched after she died and sometimes my parents would sit in there for hours sometimes. I was also forced to sit with them in there sometimes. But I had to be very careful because I couldn't touch anything or make the room filthy.

Extended family were always so caught between being nicer to me to try and make up for my parents or coddling my parents and putting the weight of their grief and Emily's death on my shoulders. They would tell me not to be so harsh on my parents when they (my parents) would let me down. My parents could never celebrate anything I did. My extended family tried to fill that gap... but sometimes it felt like they came just to lecture me about compassion and understanding.

I did good through school despite getting no help or support from my parents and I got a full scholarship to college. Before I left my extended family came over to say goodbye and "celebrate" a little, because there could be no celebrating me at my parents house. My parents had these photos of Emily for me to take. They told me I'd need them for my dorm. But I left them behind. I didn't want to take photos of Emily. I wanted to get away from them and that might seem really unfair. My parents realized the next day and I got a text from my dad calling me all sorts of names for leaving them behind. Then my extended family said I could have taken one and should, because Emily is still my sister and I should still try to "remember" her for my parents sake if not mine.

AITA?

TIFU I 24M fucked up by telling my dad 67M that I Will take him to America before he dies. So about 6 months ago my dad got diagnosed with cancer and it didnt look good for him, So I told him that before he dies that I will take him to America so he will be able to think about something happily and not only about the cancer. So about a week ago he won on the cancer and thankfully survived, but now he can't wait for me to take him to America. Now comes the part where I fucked up. I never had the money to take him, especially even stay there for some time, So now I dont know what to do because I can't break my dads heart after all that happened.

TL;DR TIFU by telling my dad on his death bed that I will take him to America so he will have something to be happy about before he dies, but he survived and idk how to tell him I dont have enough money to take him to America without breaking his heart after all that happened.

Also everyone sorry if I typed something wrong I am not from english speaking country.

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Status: Concluded.

Mood: Happy

[Editor's Note: I added some paragraphs to make it easier to read.]

August 13, 2024

My mom's car was rear-ended so while she was waiting for her insurance to decide if they were going to cover the repair or not, I decided I'd let her use my car. We spoke on the phone and agreed that I would lend her my 2013 Toyota Corolla LE from the dates July 23rd to August 2nd which would be a Friday.

The reason I agreed was because she told me that on that Friday, she could start working from home and wouldn't need a car as desperately but I specifically told her I needed my car back on this specific date because I am in the middle of starting a small auto shop which is a good forty miles away from where I live. (Stupid of me, I know but I wanted to be a good son and help out my ma.) plus, at the time I didn't need a car. The paperwork wouldn't be done until the 5th or 6th of August anyway.

The problem is that it's now August 13th, and she still has not yet returned my car to me. I've called texted, left voicemails and the whole nine. I even ordered a Lyft ride to her house in an attempt to get my car only to find that she'd locked it up in her garage and refused to answer the door when I knocked. I called the police who showed up, knocked the door, and told me that because I allowed her to use my car this was a civil matter and I'd have to do a ten day letter of demand before I could report it stolen.

The problem is that I'm a 24 year old who's just sunk $7900 into my garage startup and I can't afford to sit waiting for ten days not in Katy making money. I have two trusted mechanics who left their jobs to come work with me who haven't been paid or given work yet because I can't get to my shop and get the server and shop manager system up and running. I literally only have $200 left so I can't afford taking Lyft rides, ripping and running around town searching for her.

I feel like the biggest fucking idiot for letting myself get put into this situation, and I just don't know what to do. I have my letter of demand drafted, but I'm worried that in that ten day window she'll damage my car or run it into the ground. I still owe $14,000 on and the oil change service interval was coming up at 58450 miles which I know she's not going to pay to have done. All that bs talk about blood being thicker than water is exactly that, a load of bs.

Relevant Comments:

• You got a couple of options

Option 1:

You can a write a letter of demand to your mother stating to return the car. In that letter you need to let her know she needs to return it the same condition as she picked it up and or dropped it off. Also putting in there if you don't return the car by this specific date (Example August 20th) than you will file a police report to report the car stolen. You can also put that in there if she destroys the car you can also report that to police.

With the letter of demand if you do have to go as far as going to the police the letter of demand is going to be worth more for them to go after. Make sure you send this letter by certified mail on top of sending it to her directly by electronic so that you have a paper trail going.

Option 2: (Quickest)

If you don't want to go this far, go to Houston and get a tow truck to pick up the car from her place or pick it up on your own if you have an extra key. I would suggest you do this if she is at work as she locked up car before in garage This takes planning but you have a right to pick up your car. This would probably be the quickest route. If you don't have extra key than you might be in a pickle but you can get a new key made at the dealer. It will be expensive but you be better off forking over 500-600 dollars than having her trash the car and pay 2k-5k or more and save a file insurance claim.

• I’d be sitting outside her garage all day and get in as soon as she opens it and refuse to leave without your car. Supposedly if she wants the car so badly she would have to leave/come back at some point right?

• NAL. Don’t ask the police for legal advice. They may or may not have it right. Call Attorney.

• Do you have spare keys? If so just have a buddy and you do a stake out and when she goes to work follow her wait till she parks and just take your car back. And ignore her txt and calls like she did to you.

Comments by OOP:

• I always figure out replatonship is good, but she's the kind of person who puts her wants and need above anybody else. I need my car back so I can go work and make money? Don't care! I have a doctors appointment next week and need your car. I knew that that's the kind of person she is yet I still chose to let her borrow my car. I should have know that I wouldn't get my car back on our agreed-upon date.

• Yeah. I both a spare key a lojack tracker but the issue is money. I only have $200 and some change. I know a repo job is going to cost more, plus because she knows that I want my car back she's not staying in one place for long periods of time and when home she puts it in the garage. Makes planning a grab difficult, plus she will still have my other key and knows where I live. I wouldn't put it past her to try and come take my car back smh but at least if she does that I can immediately report it stolen.

August 29, 2024, 16 days later

I followed your guy's advice to a t. Sent the demand letter and waited. The ten days ended yesterday but she still wouldn't return my car, so I went downtown to the HCPD HQ to report the vehicle as stolen.

Was able to get her on the phone with the Sergeant who told her that once I decide to press charges, it becomes felony possession of a stolen vehicle/Unauthorized use of a vehicle and if she's caught driving it, or caught with it at her house she will be arrested and charged, and I would not have a say in the matter. Once I sign that line, whatever happens next happens.

Long story short, that lit a fire under her ass and she left the car with my spare key in the glove box across the street. Of course, I requested an officer to meet me at the location just in case she tried to get belligerent or in fact had damaged my vehicle, which she didn't. She's officially had my car since the 23rd of LAST month, but it's back in my possession now.

She's put well over 2000 miles on it, and the maintenance light is on, but for now I'm glad to be done with this,and I want to thank all of you who either gave me good advice or gave me the metaphorical slap I needed. As for my shop and getting there, one of my mechanics leant me his old beater so I could get to and from, so the shop is up and running and we're already up to our neck in jobs. Got seven satisfied customers and five others waiting on parts. Glad to say that everything worked out once I took a step back and analyzed everything.

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Hello again, this one will be a bit of a short update. Again thank you for all the kind words, and some of the not so kind. This morning I went to the police station and filed for a restraining order, which will then be taken to court. I have taken photos of the mark of my cheek from him slapping me and video footage of him coming and leaving my house. Hopefully all goes well and I can leave him and his crazy mom behind me. I’m going to use the wedding venue to host my self an early birthday party! And going on the honeymoon with my sister. I took your advice and unblocked him and his mommy, which I then quickly had to mute as his mom blew up my phone. I texted my ex fiancé calling things off and that he is an asshole. He replied with saying he’s sorry ect and bombarding my phone with messages asking me to forgive him. Sorry for the short update, will probably be the last one for a while. Again thank you for the comments and support. Lots of love, OP

From previous posts, some of you already know that my workplace has a few characters. Well, here we go again. A few weeks ago, I noticed that it was getting harder and harder to find space for my lunch. The fridge was always crammed full, and I soon realized that one of my coworkers, Anna, was using it to store a bunch of homemade lunches she sells to other employees.

Anna is a great cook, and her lunches are popular. She brings in about 15 pre-made meals every day, storing them in the fridge until people pick them up throughout the day. At first, I didn’t think much of it, but it started to become a real problem when there was barely any room left for anyone else’s food.

I decided to talk to Anna, suggesting that she might consider using a cooler or finding another way to store her meals since the fridge was meant for everyone. She didn’t take it well. She got defensive, saying that her food was in high demand and that she had every right to use the fridge. She even hinted that if I wanted more space, I should start buying her lunches instead of bringing my own.

Things escalated when I couldn’t fit my lunch in the fridge for several days in a row. I finally decided to report the situation to HR. They spoke to Anna, and she was told to limit how much space she uses in the fridge. That’s when things took a turn.

Anna was furious with me and made it her mission to make my life at work miserable. She started spreading rumors about me, telling people that I was jealous of her success and trying to sabotage her business. Then she took it a step further. Anna went to HR and claimed that I was harassing her and creating a hostile work environment. She even got a couple of her friends in the office to back up her story, lying about things I supposedly said and did.

HR called me in for a meeting to address the complaints, and I was blindsided. I had no idea she was plotting to get me fired. Luckily, I had documented my interactions with Anna and was able to prove that her claims were false. HR ended up dismissing the complaints against me, but the damage was done. The whole situation has left me feeling isolated at work, and now a lot of my coworkers see me as the bad guy, thanks to Anna’s lies.

So, AITA for reporting her in the first place? Or did I just make things worse for myself by not handling it differently?

My stepsister turned 15 last Saturday. She wanted a family dinner to celebrate. My dad and her mom agreed and invited my dad's side of the family since none of her bio family are in her life. I (16f) was supposed to be there but the night before I slept at my grandparents and then my extended family decided to spend the day with me instead. They told my dad the morning of. They had a fight. Dad called me and told me I needed to get them all there, including me, that my stepsister would be crushed if none of us showed up for her. I told him I didn't care. He tried to make us go and make me leave my grandparents house but we'd left already and he called us a bunch that morning in panic mode.

For the background... My stepsister's bio father isn't in her life, neither are his family. Neither are her mom's family. It was just them until her mom met my dad 6 years ago. My mom died 2 years after she walked out on me and dad. I was close to her family and to my dad's family and most of all my dad. I had/have some issues with the whole mom leaves and then dies so no chance to find out why stuff. But I never really missed her. I just needed my dad and he did give me his time. Until he met his wife. His time went all to her and her daughter and when we all moved in together it went on her daughter. Sometimes I was included but it was mostly 1:1 them.

When I asked dad for time he'd tell me he needed to make up for her not having a dad, and how I could let his wife make up mom to me. I told him I needed him. I didn't need the woman who abandoned me or the woman he was now dating. I needed him. He told me not to be so greedy with him and I'd had him alone for years. I told him it didn't mean I stopped needing him and he said I had to grow up. I asked for years but always got brushed off. My dad's family would step in and my dad was like "you need to treat both girls the same" and he told them they couldn't be family for me and not her. He'd get mad if they got me more. But always got his stepdaughter more. One Christmas she got a Switch, 10 games and a TV for her room. I got two games I didn't like, even though I was told to make a list, and clothes. For my 16th birthday dad refused to join me and his family to celebrate at their house. He said my stepsister had a play she was in. Because I chose my birthday over her play, he didn't get me a gift either.

My grandparents found this out Friday night when I was at their house. This is what led to them deciding they were going to prioritize me. After all the crazy of dad finding out calmed down and my stepsister was a mess because we didn't show to her birthday dinner, dad told me to stay with my grandparents. I'm still here. But he showed up yesterday after school and he told me my behavior was disgusting and as her big sister I should have been there for her and saved her from feeling hurt. He said I was selfish to my core.

AITA?

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GLENBURN - Florence "Flo" Harrelson, 65, formerly of Chelsea, died on Feb. 22, 2024, without family by her side due to burnt bridges and a wake of destruction left in her path.

Florence did not want an obituary or anyone including family to know she died. That's because even in death, she wanted those she terrorized to still be living in fear looking over their shoulders. So, this isn't so much an obituary but more of a public service announcement.

I have been caretaking for my elderly father after my mom’s passing, he has some health needs and my mom passed away unexpectedly several years ago. I have put a lot of my own life aside to step in and help him, against my better judgment because he is ultimately a narcissist in a lot of ways. He can be very verbally abusive, and obviously I am to blame for continuing to help him even through him acting like this.

My birthday is next week, and he had mentioned he wants to schedule one of his appointments that day and also his haircut after we go to lunch. I told him that I would rather him pick a different day and then I really want to take that day to myself to not be taking him to appointments . The haircut is not urgent and that really can be done any day, then he started screaming at me saying why can’t you take a half an hour to take me that day, I had already told him because I might be making plans with my friend that afternoon and he started screaming at me “that is stupid you can’t take me”.

That is the one day a year that I really want to take to myself, I help him all the time, I am the primary one to take him to all appointments in general and I really don’t want to be taking him places that day, and he’s already making me feel bad for it. Like I said I know that I need to set boundaries for myself and I really need to actually enforce them and not always fall back into the tendency of helping him again even after he screams at me or is disrespectful.

The haircut itself might not seem like a big deal, but I just genuinely don’t want to. I want to leave that day open for things I want to do