Stories & Confessions

(Note: I’m not involving the police, suing anyone, etc. Please don't try to argue with me about this or "convince" me why I should.)

I have a perfume collection that I started when I was a teenager slinging burritos as my first job. I have over 400 bottles at this point, I take great pride in my collection, and I use it. I’m also happy to give people decants (samples) of most of my bottles, let them sample a spray or two, give some bottles as gifts, etc.

What I have a HUGE fucking issue with is my 17 year old niece coming into my home under the guise of walking my dog, decanting bottles on her own and SELLING THE SAMPLES to her little friends. She thinks that because I have so many bottles, I wouldn’t notice some missing or getting massive dents in them. Well little miss entrepreneur failed to realize that her “private” Instagram wasn’t “friends only” or whatever and I saw each and every fucking story with each price and sample she had.

I tallied that shit up and got a pretty good estimate based on cost per ounce. Thankfully she mostly picked the “Tiktok famous” perfumes like Bianco Latte and Escapade Gourmand and didn’t go for the most rare, niche perfumes. She did snatch an entire 2.5 oz bottle of Baccarat Rouge, though, which runs $300+ at most retailers, as well as full bottles of perfumes you can get at Sephora. Like Marc Jacobs Daisy, Burberry Her Elixir, Flowerbomb, etc.

Petty or not, I printed out the entire list of what she’d taken, price estimate, and handed it off to my sister (her mom). I said that I expect to be paid back, in full. And of course her fucking sneaky little ass is never allowed in my home again. My sister got super pissy with me going on about how my niece is just a kid, kids make mistakes, etc. I said yes, kids make mistakes, and this is a GREAT way for my niece to learn from hers.

Their argument is that now the money she was going to use for a car has to go towards paying me back. I don’t care. She is lucky that I have no interest in involving the police, small claims, or any of that. But AITA, because she IS a teenager?

So my sister went over to my aunts house to talk to my mom about what happened. My mom then came to my house to talk. She broke down saying how sorry she is for being distant and that it was wrong not to communicate with us about what was happening.

She said while the name did shock her at first, she knew how much Annabelle meant to my husband and that she'll never do anything to discredit the work she put into raising him.

I asked why she didn't tell us about the affair. She said because she knew that she was mentally too weak to leave and the last thing she wanted was to show us it's okay to stay with a man who cheated on you.

I asked if she planned on leaving dad, and she said she doesn't know. She admitted that she never got over the affair and is mad at herself for ruining the moment her granddaughter was born.

I told her is there a nickname that she wants to call hey by and she said no and that she wants to honor the memory of Annabelle's great grandmother. We hugged it out and talked. So I think everything is okay.

I've tried to write this out for days now but I keep getting too upset to concentrate so this might be a bit jumpy.

I don't have family in the sense many understand family to be. So I've been pretty much a loner with one exception: my best friend Tammy. We met in middle school and just became joined at the hip.

Things changed a bit in college. My parents forced me into a Christian out of state college - Tammy applied and got accepted to the orher college in the town, so we both went out there and were roommates for 2 of the years before I met my 1st ever boyfriend - I will call him Trent. I moved in with him the end of junior year and I don't know when it started happening but he went from charming and affectionate to controlling.

I don't wish to upset anyone so I will hit the pause button and warn you that below is some of the things he did for me to label him abusive...he would put me down and hint he could find someone better or that if he cheats, it will be my fault since I wasn't this or that enough. It started to get physical senior year. At first it was him pushing me out of the way if he was walking by and I was in the path for whatever reason, then he would slap me in arguments calling me worthless, a waste of his time and young years, a broken toy no one will love. I didn't have any real self esteem so I stayed, thinking I was the problem and when I called home about it, I was told that the problem was me. I started to make my exit plan the day after I graduated. He had proposed and I hesitated and he screamed at me to ask why, then her swung and punched the wall right next to my head. I fell to the floor in fear and he tried to comfort me and basically forced me into sex. When I woke up the next morning, the ring was on my finger and he forced me again and later called it make-up sex saying he forgave me for the way I treated him.

That is the extremely short explanation but there are so many stories of him forcing me into bed, hitting me or threatening to kill me and more. So I started to make a plan. I found a shelter in the city nearby, I started hiding things in the trunk of my car. I was in the service Industry then and so I would take more shifts whenever I could and hide my cash tips in a box of tampons in my purse. And I finally was ready and left him, left my phone (I had a new cheap one), and never went back.

Tammy knew him and lived near us but she didn't know about my plan. She messaged me on social media and I told her what happened. All of what happened. So she played dumb when he came around asking where I was, spinning the story that I was suicidal and he is calling the police to find me. He never found me.

That was years ago. I am now 36, and Tammy is too. Trent is 38.

Tammy became a bit religious but I told her as long as she is happy and safe, I don't care what she leans on in faith. She started to invite me out to her church 4 years ago and I kept saying no until I very firmly said if she brought it up again, I would just walked out or hang up. I'm not against anyone believing what they want, I just don't want or need to be sucked into it. I honestly do not mean any offense to anyone of any faith, I myself am just agnostic and if that ever will change, I will decide on my own but I doubt it will.

She got a job 2 years ago overseas. I acted excited for her and I was but I was also deeply devestated. Without her, I had no one else. By this time I wasn't on contact much with family, and I do have surface level friends, but no one that's knows me in the real sense. I worked it out with my counselor and just carried on.

We stayed in touch online and video chatted a lot. She would show me London and I would show her my transition to moving to Texas. We would chronicle our explorations of our new cities and then one day it started to slow down on her end right around the time she went to visit a friend in our old college town.

She then asked if she flew to Texas sometime this summer, could she stay with me a few days and I excitedly agreed. So early this month, just a few weeks ago, she came here. She was off the whole first day but I figured she was tired. Then the next day, we went out and got drunk. She started to cry and I got us an uber back to my place and asked her what was wrong.

That's when she asked me not to hate her and told me everything. She's with Trent. She's been with him almost a year. I was too stunned to even say anything and she went on and on about how it's not what I think and he has changed. She told me he found Jesus and turned his life around and deeply regrets the way he treated me. The more she talked, the more I just shut off. I didn't even have it in me to feel anger. I just stared at her frozen as she talked until she said "please just say something"

So I did. I told her to get the fuck out. She started to explain it all again - she hated him forever but they kept running into each other, he goes to church and showed he is changed blahdy blahdy blah. I didnt interrupt her, but when she stopped talking again, I just repeated myself.

She argued more, and I would just listen and repeat until she grabbed her stuff and left. It was silent between us for a week until my dad texted me that Tammy called my parents crying and told me to get over myself, after all, its not like I wanted to get back with him, right? And that's what I get for living with a man I wasnt married to. Then she texted the next week rehashing her argument and pretty much demanding I video chat with him to see for myself that he's changed and forgive him. She then blamed me that they can't take the next steps in their relationship because I don't have a forgiving heart and that I was malicious when I kicked her out.

I've spent all of this week trying to figure out if I am insane to think this is a huge betrayal. A deal breaker. I mean who even dates their friend's ex, for one, but this? I blocked her after she hinted that my version of things was exaggerated and malicious, but I don't have other friends to turn to about this. I don't think I am but my, and her family thinks I am TAH at least for kicking her out in a strange city alone when she was just being honest with me. Am I?

I’m a college student.

I was heading between classes today and got a call from my state’s unemployment office asking me to finish my claim. I didn’t file a claim. It turns out the claim was for someone else, so I took the name down and ended the call.

I live in one of the larger cities in my state, and we have a community Facebook group where we share questions about events, hours for businesses, and general memes and jokes about nonsense that happens in our city.

I decided to post an inquiry asking if anyone knew someone by that name who had applied for unemployment. I wanted them to get their claim finished so they could get paid as soon as possible, and with only their name, which was a really common name, Facebook search and the yellow pages did nothing for me.

Enter Karen.

Karen comments relatively quickly on my post, bragging that at her job she has access to tons of people’s personal information and she pasted some guy’s information in the comments. She ended her comment by bragging about being able to use their system outside of work and on personal time for personal reasons, and that she hadn’t been caught.

She posted this on a public Facebook group.

Right away people replied to her and said she shouldn’t be bragging about essentially misusing their system for personal use, and that information security breaches could be a huge problem if she does it on her home network.

As someone with an IT background, I sprang into action.

Cue petty revenge.

I screenshotted everything she said and my original post for safe keeping. I then looked up her name on LinkedIn. Turns out, she works for the most powerful law firm in my city as an office manager.

The American Bar Association has VERY strict rules regarding safeguarding client information. The entire firm could use its license to practice law if anyone in their office misuses their access to client information or shares client information publicly.

I gathered all my information and screenshots and even a screenshot from the Bar Association website and sent it through the contact form on their website. I also sent the same information to the head counsel and the president of the law firm.

Not ten minutes later I get a Facebook message from Karen with A SCREENSHOT OF MY CONTACT FORM, saying “nice try”. She then blocked me on Facebook.

But then.

The next day I get a message from a legal assistant at the law firm. She is very concerned and wants to find out what happened. I explain everything and that she was bragging about this publicly.

She thanked me for my time and said that an internal investigation would happen immediately and that they handle any information security complaints like this very seriously.

I never got an update from the law firm and it’s been about five days, but when I went to Google Karen’s LinkedIn page again…it was gone. I think it’s safe to say that Karen will no longer be using her access to client information for personal use anymore.

To the random guy who needed to finish his unemployment claim, I hope you got paid!

I'm (26F) due in a couple of weeks with my first baby, a boy. And I already know when he'll be born because I have a c-section scheduled for medical reasons so this is set in stone. We chose to name him after my husband's dad who died when he was a baby. This was something very important to him and therefore was important to me. This was decided early in my pregnancy but didn't get announced until my baby shower some weeks ago. We only let people know then because some wanted to personalize their gifts to us or add additional gifts with the name.

My oldest sister (36F) is due late December/early January. This is also her first child after 12 years of infertility and struggling to conceive. Our middle sister (34F) was the first to have kids and has five now. She's also done having kids. For my oldest sister, watching our middle sister have kids so easily really hurt her and I know their relationship struggled because my middle sister "joked" that she would carry a baby for my oldest sister and her husband and she didn't say it as a joke at first. It was really hurtful to her. So there's some family tension there. I was disgusted by what our middle sister did too. They were always closest since they were only 2 years apart. I was never very close to either because of the bigger age gap.

My oldest sister and I grew closer with our pregnancies and she had told me she had a boy name picked out but not a girl one yet because they had changed their mind about the girl name they'd chosen. She asked if she could tell me when they decided on a girl name. I said of course. They found out they were having a boy a few days before my shower but she decided to wait to tell me the name until after because she didn't want to take the focus off me. But then my son's name was announced... and it was the same name as the one they had chosen.

She asked me afterward if we could find another name. She said she really wants her son to have his own special name and they've had this name chosen for 10 years. I told her this is my late FILs name and means so much to my husband. She told me she really doesn't want the cousins sharing a name. I said it could be worse. She left in tears and she went quiet for a while. But after a couple of weeks she asked me again to please consider another name. I let my husband know what was going on and we worked out something to say together... and then I communicated that we would not change the name. When she pushed I pointed out my son would be born first so it wasn't me stealing the name. She made it very clear how hurt she is and how she feels like both me and our middle sister fail to understand all she's been through and lack compassion for her.

I feel awful. AITA?

I (29M) recently bought my first house. I'm settling in and like the neighborhood, and a few neighbors even came by to say hello. They included a woman (43F) and her 13 year old son.

Not long after, I was on my couch one afternoon and saw the son outside, mowing my front lawn. I was confused, since I'd never asked him to and he'd never offered. I went out and politely asked him why he was doing it - he said he did it for lots of neighbors, and quickly added they give him $5 for it. I found it really weird, so thanked him for the partial work he'd done, before explaining that since I hadn't asked or wanted him to do it, I wasn't going to be paying him. He said OK, and quietly left my lawn.

I figured that might be the end of it - just a kid trying to make some money, resolved with no harm done, end of story. But the next day his mom arrived on my doorstep and angrily asked me why I hadn't paid her son. I basically repeated what I'd said to her son, but she wouldn't accept it. She just kept saying that it was a kind gesture, and that he does it for all the other neighbors. She also said $5 isn't a lot of money and I could have just gave it to him. I kept trying to explain that an agreement like that needs to be set up ahead of time otherwise it's nothing more than a random demand for money, but she basically tuned me out and ended up walking away as I was talking. I was amazed the adult in the situation was handling it worse than the literal child was. I'm wondering how much longer this will go on for.

That was last week. Every time I've seen her since, she's stared daggers at me or made a show of crossing the street to avoid me. I'm not instigating anything further - I really have no desire to speak to her - but I'm thinking she might try to send her poor kid back to collect the money, or even mow the lawn again.

I've vented about this to family and friends, and while most seemed to agree with me, some said I should have been grateful and paid the boy, and just told them from then on not to mow the lawn. I can't tell if I've been an ass here, or if my reaction to the whole thing was entirely justified.

A couple of weeks ago, I (54f) dropped my to see my MIL (79f)for an hour and she 100% tried to go through my purse. I had smoked a bowl before I visited and I think she suspected I was altered. (I’m a grown up and can certainly smoke a little weed on a Saturday morning if I want to.) While we were visiting, she grabbed my purse from a chair and began to rifle through it, saying, “What brand is this? I’d like to look for one for myself.” I pulled the purse out of her hand, flipped the label so she could see it, and read it to her. She took it out of my hands and began to rummage again, “What kind of pockets does this have inside? I’ve always wondered.” At that point, I took the purse from her, slung it over my shoulder, and stepped away from her. Very awkward.

Unfortunately, I was stuck bc my jeans were in her dryer so I couldn’t leave. And I had to pee. A split-second analysis told me, a) if I take my purse into the bathroom, it’s going to look like I’m hiding something and 2) there’s nothing interesting in my purse. No pot paraphernalia etc. I chose to put down my purse and calmly walk to the bathroom, where I stayed long enough to have a good pee and assure her time enough to search my purse thoroughly.

Background: This is a second marriage for both my husband and me (3 years together,)and we’re very happy. His mom has boundary issues (clearly.) 10 minutes before the purse incident, she was trying to get me to provide her with all our account/investment/etc. logins and passwords, so she would have them “just in case anything ever happened to you.” As if. She is the person in town who runs everything, is used to having her own way, and feels entitled to know our business. We consistently set firm limits with her, but it’s exhausting.

My MIL did well for herself in her career, and often did public speaking spots. I’m sure she’s a fine public speaker, but when I say “public speaking,” I mean presenting awards, giving a little speech to thank the Historical Society for their fine work, and so on. Not writing her own persuasive content. Not TED talks or anything close. Still, she assumes no one else has the immense skill or experience that she has as a public speaker.

Here’s my plan: I’ve been a writer off and on:, although it’s not my primary career. In the last decade, I’ve had a few novels and some nonfiction published. I composed a letter to a fake publisher [I used the name and address of a well-known publishing house but made up a name.] The letter is from me, to the publisher, thanking him for his “effusive praise” of my recent “presentation to the xxx at the University.” (Completely made up.) I thanked him for his interest in my manuscript. I kept the wording vague but wrote that I wanted to negotiate a higher advance, thanked him for calling me “in demand” as a public speaker but said I’d be using a pen name for this book, due to the “sensitive nature” of the content.

The letter is now in an unsealed, addressed envelope marked “Confidential.” It will, of course, be clearly visible when I drop in to see her this weekend, then decide to go for a walk, leaving my purse behind for an hour.

My husband knows nothing about this. If she fishes for information, he will be clueless and I will play dumb. She won’t confess that she snooped, and it will drive her nits for the rest of her life. What did Blue Heron write under a pen name? What are the details of her secret writing and speaking career?”

When she probed for access to our financial information and tried to search my purse, I told my husband. He was disinterested. His attitude is that she’s not going to be around much longer, so we should just keep the peace. Truly though, what did I expect him to do? He can’t rage at her: she’ll just deny it all. That’s why I feel I need to take things into my own hands and teach her that when you fuck around, sometimes you find out.

Remembering that I’m a grown-ass woman who should be able to let things go, WIBTA for baiting my MIL to snoop through my purse again?

Edit: Several of you are concerned that I may have driven under the influence. I live about half an hour away from MIL, but my husband & I also have a camp next door to her house. I was in town for an event, and had time to wash the jeans I wanted to wear before I left home, but no time to dry them. I got to camp, shared a bowl w. my husband, and then popped over to say hi and use her dryer. No driving under the influence. I’ll add that it’s important to me to try to maintain a good relationship with my in-laws, as long as my boundaries are respected. We have a cordial relationship, but there is absolutely no talking, adult-to-adult about an issue like this with her. She goes into full-blown self-protection mode and is unable to hear me. I’ve tried.

Also, my husband would never considered giving her access to our accounts. He was just disinterested in my outrage because we can (and did) just say no to her. So he figured what’s the big deal? No, It’s the purse issue I’m interested in avenging.

This happened two months ago, but it's still causing major friction in my family, so I need some outside opinions.

I (29F) and my husband “Jake” (32M) have been together for six years, married for three. We were both ecstatic when we found out we were expecting our first child. Pregnancy was tough for me, though—I had severe morning sickness, gestational diabetes, and was generally miserable. But Jake was supportive and sweet the whole way through, which made it bearable.

As we got closer to my due date, we discussed birth plans. I was adamant that I wanted Jake in the delivery room. I needed his support, and he’d always agreed. However, a few weeks before my due date, Jake started acting strange. He was distant, distracted, and wouldn’t engage in any baby-related discussions. I thought he was just anxious about becoming a dad, so I didn’t press him too much.

The day I went into labor, Jake drove me to the hospital but seemed off. He was quiet and kept checking his phone. When we got there, he pulled the nurse aside and spoke to her privately. She came back and told me Jake wouldn’t be in the delivery room because he was “uncomfortable with blood and medical procedures.” I was stunned. He’d never mentioned this before. I begged him to stay, told him I needed him, but he just kept saying, “I can’t do this.”

I was heartbroken and furious, but I didn’t have much time to dwell on it as my contractions were getting stronger. Jake said he’d be in the waiting room and kissed me on the forehead before leaving. I was left alone, crying and feeling utterly abandoned.

Labor was long, painful, and traumatic. I was alone the entire time except for the medical staff. When our son was finally born, I was exhausted, emotionally and physically. The nurse handed me my son, and all I felt was a deep sadness that Jake wasn’t there to share this moment.

After I was taken to a recovery room, I asked the nurse to get Jake. She came back and said he’d left the hospital hours ago. I couldn’t believe it. I called him repeatedly, but he didn’t answer. Finally, I sent him a text saying I was done and he could find his own way home.

I didn’t see him until the next day. He showed up at the hospital with flowers and an apology, saying he’d panicked and needed some air. He claimed he’d gone home to shower and change and fell asleep, which i didn't buy for a second

I told him i didn’t believe him. I was overwhelmed with anger and hurt, and I told him he had let me down in the worst possible way. He kept apologizing, saying he knew he’d messed up and he’d do anything to make it right.

I didn’t want him near me or our son at that moment, so I asked him to leave. He tried to protest, but I told him I needed time to process everything. He left, and I spent the rest of my hospital stay alone with my baby, trying to grapple with the enormity of what had happened.

Since then, Jake has been trying to make amends. He’s been taking parenting classes, attending therapy, and is constantly trying to be present and supportive. But I can’t shake the feeling of betrayal. He abandoned me at one of the most vulnerable moments of my life. Every time I look at him, I remember being alone in that delivery room, terrified and in pain, wondering why the person who promised to be by my side wasn’t there.

My family is split. Some think I’m being too hard on Jake, that he made a mistake and is clearly remorseful. They say he’s a good father and partner otherwise, and I should focus on moving forward for the sake of our child. Others think what he did was unforgivable and I should leave him. They believe I’ll never truly trust him again, and that’s no foundation for a marriage.

I’m torn. I do still love him, and I know he loves me and our son. But part of me wonders if I’ll ever get over this. Was it just a moment of weakness on his part, or a sign of something deeper that I can’t overlook?

So, AITA for leaving him at the hospital and now considering leaving him for good?

So... I (F32) just got home from dinner with my best friend, she came over to my house (around 5:45pm) that I share with my partner (M37) and we each had 2 glasses of white wine before heading out to a local restaurant for dinner. We headed to dinner around 6:30pm... we shared a bottle of white wine, some tacos, arancini balls and a platter of bread with a trio of dips. I got home at about 8:15pm.

When I got home my partner stated that the wine glasses my friend grabbbed from the cupboard were RED wine glasses, not white wine glasses and that he's particular about this. Note, I've just started the process of moving in with him and we've already had a few tiffs that make me feel like this is his home and I'm just living in it. I said I didn't see what the big deal was, they're just wine glasses and given it's the first time she's been here if she'd grabbed coffee mugs and poured the wine in the coffee mugs what did it matter?!

(Another note, I had gotten a call from my property manager at my apartment that I was ending my lease at that there was water all over the floor and the floorboards were lifting and that my boxes of stuff was damaged because of the water... I had just been back there for the first time in 3 days to assess the damage and I was STRESSED, which is why she brought wine and made herself at home by immediately pouring us a glass of wine when we got in).

Anyway, after being told off about using the wrong wine glasses to which I said when I had brought MY wine glasses we wouldn't use his anymore, he asked me what was wrong and that I looked like I was about to cry! I was obviously annoyed because I felt like he was being irrational but I definitely wasn't emotional and I told him no I wasn't. So he said, "oh, so you're eyes are just that glazed over then?" This really annoyed me, because last weekend he went out with his mates for 6hrs and came home absolutely hammered and proceeded to be rude and belittling to me then... so I found it really offensive that he was making comments about "my eyes being glazed over".

Anyway, I took myself to bed because I think he's being absolutely ridiculous and he told me I was being a d*ckhead... so, tell me, AITA??

Update: I did not expect this to get so much traction… I’ve read most of your comments and I thank you for validating me.

We’ve discussed it this morning after a bit of an unrestful sleep for us both (fire alarm went off randomly in the middle of the night, my cat got out, my dachshund was barking at the wind… what’s a girl gotta do to sleep around here?)

So I’ll address a few things that were raised about this behaviour being a red flag… Yes, he was being ridiculous about the wine glasses… and this morning he acknowledged he understands it was irrational but it wasn’t meant to come across as though he was taking a dig at me, he said he was trying to simply let me know that is how he would like his stuff to be used. Which while I think it is silly, I will respect. I I am sensitive to feeling like I’m moving in to HIS home and he DOES try to make me feel like it is OURS but it’s the first time in 5yrs that I will be living with ANYONE let alone a SO so it’s quite daunting for me… I also addressed the glazed eyes comment which is really what got to me, and he admitted it was a poor choice of words, and that he didn’t mean for it to come across as though he was implying anything negative, he accepts that he could have said “oh your eyes just looked watery or it looked like you were tearing up” and that he doesn’t necessarily attach any negative connotation to the term, and also acknowledges that since I DO feel like it carries a negative implication he will make sure to choose his words more wisely.

To everyone saying I shouldn’t move in with him or should reassess the relationship, I absolutely appreciate and understand your concerns. But please bear in mind you’ve gotten a very small glimpse into our life together. We have been together a long time and we love and respect each other (even if this one instance looks like we don’t). We are continually learning how to improve our communication since we naturally have very different communication styles. He’s very direct and words don’t “mean” much to him. Whereas I’m quite sensitive and I find the words that you use are very important. So we are always navigating our relationship making sure we understand one another.

We are grown, mature people who have very different backgrounds and life experience, but I fully believe that discussing and approaching conflicts in a manner to try and understand each others perspectives and make sure we can build a healthy relationship together is super important. I respect everyone’s shared experiences and I’m so sorry to those of you who have had horrible relationships where you’ve been mistreated - I’ve definitely been there myself - and if I felt anything like that in this relationship I would cut and run like you’re all suggesting.

Anyway, thank you for all the comments and support xox

Hi All,

I've been a long time lurker on this thread but never had a story to tell until now. I'm on mobile so apologies for any errors, I've posted on reddit maybe twice so please forgive me if I do anything wrong here. Also, I live in the UK in case that matters.

It's Friday, 5.05pm and I'm just back from work after a long day. Our street is a private road where we all own our own sections of land and our driveways are opposite from our houses (on the other side of the road).

I pull on the the street and see a car parked on my driveway and a mother/son duo heading in to my next door neighbours house. I roll my window down and ask if its their car, it is, so I ask of they can move it. She tried pulling the "so sorry, I was only going to be 2 minutes" to which I replied, "that's great, but its my property and my actual driveway and Id like yo park my car."

I will admit I definitely had a bit of an attitude here, it's been a long week and I had stuff to do and really just wanted to get in the house. Also, who thinks it's OK to park on a strangers driveway!?

As she's pulling off my driveway, she has the audacity to call me pathetic and her son is stood at the door telling me to park and leave it... I would sir, but your mother is still blocking my path to do so.

I was so angry I was shaking by this point and just praying I wouldn't stall me car a look like a total tw*t, lol.

Anyway, that's my story, my first ever. Please don't be the kind of person that thinks it's OK to park on someone else's property, especially when there's enough room to park on the road.

So after the interview I cleaned up my house a bit and talked to my bf on the phone. I was really honest with him and he said to do what I needed to do and he was 100% behind me.

My friend has done nothing but sit on her ass all day and watch movies and mope. I had her come out and sit with me because I wanted to talk to her. I told her I love her but this isn't working. I explained that I don't have the money to keep fiancing her and myself. I also told her that this was interfering with my relationship with my bf and our relationship comes first. I explained I thought going back to NY was the best plan for her and I would even be willing to call her mom and explain the situation. I mentioned that she had a job back home and that they had said they would hold the job for her if she needed one when she comes back. She rolled her eyes and said they fired her yesterday. Which I don't believe because she told both me and my bf that they said they would hold the job down for her if she needed one.

I said that wasn't my problem and I think it would be best if she went back to NY. She gave me an attitude then went to her room. Later she came out and said she got a ticket from her mom to the bus station near my house and needs a ride there so she can go live with her aunt in NY. She then asked if I would buy food for dinner and I said a stern no because I already had food at home.

Thank you all for you advice. For those complaining that it was a long post I am sorry but I just needed to vent somewhere safe. I will take a lot of the advice I was given and start sticking up for myself.

My 12 year old sister has autism. The older she gets the more trouble she has interacting with people and calming herself. When she was younger she could self sooth and other things so much better than now. Her behavior is way worse than before too. She cries a lot more, screams a lot more and she breaks stuff more often. Not to mention she spits out food way more often than before too because food can be sensory overload for her. My parents have spent a lot of time and money trying to get her all the help she needs and trying to make life more comfortable and accessible for her. This comes at my expense a lot. I don't get to go out with friends very much unless a friend can pay for me, my stuff is all second hand including my school laptop (which I needed for high school) that can do so little because it's so old and slow and takes forever to use. I don't get new clothes. I don't get nice gifts from my parents for birthdays and Christmas. They try to still spend some time with me or their treat for me is occasionally letting me get a dessert somewhere because we don't buy those anymore since they see it as money that can be saved and put to helping my sister.

A few months ago my parents learned about this program for autistic tweens and teens. It's expensive to join and they don't offer any financial aid with it. But a lot of people swear it's a great resource for kids who could use help socializing, making new friends and even learning how to handle emotional control again. They have therapists, psychologists and adults with autism who have experience with this stuff to help kids. On top of activities and stuff. They started saving but it's such an expensive program. It happens after school and weekends and you can choose when your kid joins.

Three weeks ago I was given a gaming laptop by someone close to me. This laptop costs more than 1k and was the nicest thing anyone ever gave me and really blew me away. I asked someone to keep it safe for me, because I was worried my sister would break it. When my parents learned about it through another person they suggested it would be better sold and the money used for the program for my sister. I said no. They asked me why I need something so expensive when it could be put to way better use. I told them I want the laptop and I can look forward to using it in a couple of years. They said it's selfish to think of wants over needs. I told them it was a gift for me and not my sister. They said I already have a laptop and I brought up how it's basically a sloth. They said it still cost them $70 which is a lot for them. Then they told me I already have a job so I could save and buy a laptop in a few years. But to think of how much that money would benefit my sister. I kept saying no and my parent think I'm TA.

AITA?

Long story short, I was raised by a single mom in crushing poverty until I (now 44) was 13. My mom got remarried and I was eventually adopted by her husband. He and his family were like winning the step/adoptive family lottery. Literally changed my life.

As far as I knew dad's nephew and I were the only children in dad's family.

Years later I found out more details. Dad was married and had a daughter, Ashley (now early 50s). When Ashley was 14, her mom filed for divorce and moved in with her affair partner.

She told dad she had been cheating their entire relationship and he wasn't Ashley's biological father. Her AP had been married their entire relationship and when his wife died he wanted Ashley and her mom to move in. DNA testing was expensive and not common for paternity at that time but dad was excluded as Ashley's father by blood type. Ashley's mom had know since shortly after her birth that dad wasn't her biological father because of their blood types.

Ashley and her mom moved in with AP and his children in the home he had previously shared with his wife. They requested that dad neither pay child support nor have visitation. Ashley was 15 or 16 by then and she wrote dad a letter asking him to leave her alone and let her build relationships with her biological family. He did as she requested and they never reconnect as father and child after that. As far as I know they never spoke again.

Ashley's mom wanted a quick divorce and property settlement. Dad got the house and contents. Ashley's mom got cash.

I barely knew Ashley existed, until dad died.

Dad's will specifically mentioned her, denied her as his biological child (I'm pretty sure he was never removed from her birth certificate) and expressly stated that she was to get nothing from his estate.

When she got notice that she was disinherited, she contacted me. Initially she was very pleasant and asked if she could have some heirlooms that her mother had left behind in the divorce.

I wasn't necessarily opposed and asked her to send me a list of items. She never provided a list and wanted to come 'look around' and find stuff. I declined.

Over the past 5 years she has become increasingly more aggressive and volatile. Turns out AP wasn't her biological father either. His family had a bit of money and paid for DNA testing in the early 1990s, after Ashley was an adult. His parents and grandparents wouldn't pay for her college or include her as a grandchild in their wills without proof she was biologically related.

She wasn't included in AP's will because she wasn't his biological child. She's very angry. She feels cheated. She has no idea who her biological father is. Her mom swore to her deathbed that AP was her dad and the DNA test was wrong.

She leaves me alone for a while and then she starts showing up at my house and job. Ranting and carrying on about how I stole her life, her inheritance, her childhood home. She refers to me as 'the replacement'.

Eventually I involved the police and she's been charged with Remaining after forbidden and/or disturbing the peace 10 times. She escalated to property damage and I finally had grounds for a restraining order. She violated it multiple times and was charged with misdemeanor violation of a protective order a couple of times. The last time they charged her with a felony.

Now she's worried that a felony could impact her job. She wants me to drop the charges. AITAH for refusing to drop the charges against her?

This is hard to write, but here goes.

So I (34F) lost my mom about a year ago. She had cancer and watching her go through that was one of the hardest things I’ve ever dealt with. I loved her more than anything, and I still can’t wrap my head around the fact she’s gone. The grief has been unreal.

Growing up, it was just me and her until I was 13 when she married my stepdad, Frank. From the start, Frank made it clear he didn’t want anything to do with me. He wasn’t outright abusive, but the man made my life hell in other ways. He treated me like I was an unwanted guest in my own home. He didn’t want to hear me, see me, or be bothered by me in any way. He never spoke to me unless it was to give me orders.

Once I hit 14, he pretty much turned me into the household maid. I had to clean everything, do all the cooking, take care of the yard, run errands, you name it. He'd sit in his chair, watch TV, and treat me like his own personal servant. If I didn’t do things fast enough or to his liking, he'd criticize me, say things like, "You’re so useless, no wonder your dad left." (Yeah, real nice, right?)

My mom always defended him, saying he "worked hard" and was just "tired." I loved her, but I’ll never understand why she let him treat me like that. I moved out the second I turned 18 and barely looked back. Over the years, I’ve had next to no relationship with Frank. I only ever saw him because of my mom.

Fast forward to a year ago when my mom passed, and now Frank’s in serious financial trouble. Apparently, he didn’t plan for shit, and they were barely scraping by. Now he’s blowing up my phone, saying that since I’m doing well (I work in marketing and have done pretty well for myself), I should help him out with bills. He keeps talking about how I’m “family” and my mom would want me to take care of him.

Here’s where I might be TA. I flat out told him no. I don’t feel like I owe him anything. He made my life a nightmare, and he’s only talking to me now because he wants something. I was nothing but an inconvenience to him growing up, and now he suddenly expects me to be the dutiful daughter and bail him out? I don’t think so.

But now he’s calling me selfish and saying I’m dishonoring my mom’s memory by abandoning him like this. I feel like he’s trying to manipulate me, but then again, maybe I’m being too cold-hearted. He was married to my mom for 20 years, and I know she loved him. She would probably want me to help him, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. Every time I think about giving him money, I get this anger inside me thinking about how he treated me when I was a kid.

So, AITA for refusing to help out my stepdad financially even though I can afford to? Or am I being justified in cutting him off after everything he put me through?

Me, 27M, and my girlfriend, 26F, have been planning this trip in our minds for a while. It was supposed to be a getaway, just me and her, to chill and spend some quality time with each other. Both of us have really been overloaded at work, and this was our chance to take a step back from all that and actually spend time with each other outside of the times when we're exhausted. I've tried to make this as perfect a vacation for her as possible, even picking up extra shifts to cover the costs.

All was great until a few days ago when she casually mentioned she was bringing some friend from work, 25F, along. Well, sort of a shock to me since we never talked about bringing anyone along since I was thinking it would just be us. Her friend is really nice, but we don't have that much in common, and I can tell it definitely would change the tone of the vacation.

She told me that she knew her friend was having a tough time with the family, too, and she just needed a break. I can understand that; of course, I'd like to accommodate her as much as possible, but to me, it's really weird that she didn't tell me before just inviting her friend, as it'd mean we'd have to change some of our plans. I let her know that, then she got a little in my face about it.

So finally, I just said I think we should cancel our trip because, honestly, it's just not what we had planned.

It'd feel weird for me to spend what was supposed to be sort of a romantic getaway with a third wheel. She thinks I'm being selfish and that it's no big deal for her friend to join us. She also pulled that guilt trip of how I've gone out with my friends without checking up on her, but that's entirely different because, well, I wasn't on a supposedly-with-her trip, right?

I told her that by canceling the trip, we could stay behind and help her friend out with her family. I am trying to accommodate her in her wants and needs, but all she says is that I am trying to get out of a conversation-one which I never knew we needed.

I don't wanna be an asshole, but again, none of mine are being taken into account either. So, AITA for wanting to cancel this vacation because she invited this person without asking me first?

Saw a post here that reminded me of this situation, so I figured I'd share it here and give you guys a good laugh:

I used to work a customer service job at a dispensary. We had this one customer who was just a cranky, miserable woman. She'd come in acting all sweet, say hi to us all, ask for her product, and then the show would begin. Here's an example of how these transactions typically went:

"This isn't what I ordered, go get what I ordered!" Employee-"Ma'am, you specifically requested this 8th. You said you wanted 3.5 grams of brownie scout" "No, I said I wanted the pineapple gummies! Go get them now!" We would go get the thing she said she wanted, she'd complain about lazy employees, be all smiles again, and then she would pay and leave......

and be right back in the store a half hour later with any excuse she could think of. The package was opened when she got it, the edibles melted together. There was a hair in her jar, the packaging smelled like chlorine. Any stupid excuse she could pull from her ass looking for a refund or store credit, she would try and use it. Every single time she came in this is how it went.

But then one day, I went to a gas station to fill up my car while i was in the next town over, and wouldn't you be damned, she was a cashier at the gas station. So I of course asked for a pack of marlboro 100s. She grabbed the pack and I said "that's not what I asked for. I asked for the camels" she grabbed the camels. "Um, that's not what I wanted. I wanted the newports" she sighed and grabbed the Newports. "What are you doing? I'm just in here to pay for my gas" the long stare she gave me was almost enough to make me regret starting shit, but she knew as an employee she could get in real trouble if she snapped. So she forced a smile, put my cash in the register, and I went on my merry way.

But I wasn't done. I came right back in 5 minutes later. I looked at her and said "excuse me, I only spent x amount on gas, but you took all of my money. Where's my change??" She is obviously super pissed off at this point, but what was she gonna do about it? That's fucking right, absolutely nothing. So she tries very hard (and fails) to politely explain to me that the gas cost the amount I had given her, and she couldn't give me the difference. So, in a voice that almost sounded exactly like hers, I complained about lazy employees, smiled sweetly, said goodbye, and walked out. Just like she does.

She didn't learn her lesson for a while, came back in a few times with her same ole routine. Then I recruited a coworker, and we both went back to that gas station separately a few times and did our new routine. After trying and failing to file a complaint, she stopped coming in entirely and balance was finally restored. I don't work at the dispensary anymore, but traumatizing her the way she did my coworkers and I still makes me smile years later lol

My wife goes to 2-3 week long out-of-town conferences every year. I’ve noticed a pattern that my wife will do some very thorough grooming prior to out of town conferences. Prior to conferences is now pretty much the only time she’ll bother completely shaving down under. I know that at these conferences she generally meets up and goes to parties with friends and colleagues from current and past jobs. I’m not generally jealous, but I’m struggling to come up with an innocent explanation.

One of her conferences this year is in Vegas. I’m coming along for the first few days, and then I’m heading back to work early next week. I left her in the hotel room and went down to get food and she took a bath. Came back up to the room and sure enough, she’s completely shaved and is completely bald.

I mentioned it and she said she needed to clean up in case she goes swimming. She then kind of went into cuddle mode, which she sometimes does to assure herself that we’re ok. I’m now thinking back to all the other conferences. Most of them don’t have pools or swimming that I’m aware of.

Am I overreacting?

Edit: In a mildly humorous turn of events, this made the front page. Since my wife uses Reddit, the predictable thing happened and I woke up to a “omg you dumbass I’m glad I still make you jealous, but I’m not cheating on you” text. So thanks, I guess, for forcing the conversation. I’m confident I’m just being a touch paranoid. Appreciate all the ladies responding that this is pretty much normal behavior…fyi you are all weird for grooming your pubes for self-confidence. But you’re also all very kind for telling me that and letting me get some sleep last night.

Second edit: tomorrow I’m getting a Brazilian to see if it makes her equally jealous. Will report back.

Thanks to everyone who commented and offered support. It really meant a lot. I wanted to give an update on what’s happened since.

Two days ago my dad called and said he was going to visit but then changed his mind and asked if we could meet somewhere instead. When I showed up my mom was with him (not sure why he didn’t mention that) My dad actually tried to listen and understand me but my mom didn’t really let me get my point across. It was so hard to explain how I’ve been feeling recently and how it’s been like this for years. I was only 9 when my first sibling was born (he's 14 now) and I honestly can’t remember if I’ve been able to act like their daughter since then.

Every time I tried to explain how draining this has been. My mom would jump in with "It was just a brownie" I mean for God’s sake it’s not about the dessert. Eventually I just excused myself and went home. After that conversation I think I’ve made up my mind to go lo contact with my mom. It’s going to be incredibly hard. More than I can even explain. I’ve always said "yes" and put my family first but with my own little family on the way. I don’t want to bring these problems into everything. My fiancé has been really supportive and said he’s with me no matter what I decide.

To answer some of the comments. My fiancé and I don’t live with my parents. We have our own apartment and are working on building our first house. As for how I’m pregnant with my fiancé. The pregnancy wasn’t planned but we decided to go through with it and we’re hoping to be the best parents we can be.

My son is being bullied by a kid in their Jiu-jitsu class. He’s told the Professor before, but the class is so big, neither the Professor nor coaches can be everywhere all at once.

I’m tired of this kid mouthing off to my son and making my son feel like less than he’s worth.

So, I’ve taught my son to mouth off right back. I told him he doesn’t have to just stand there and take it. My son asked what could he possibly say, and I told him to latch onto this kid’s flaws and the literal biggest and easiest is that this kid is fat.

I told my son to NEVER start it. Treat everyday as a new day and try to get along, but if this kid isn’t having it and starts being mean, then I told him to fire right back. Call him tons of fun. Tell him there’s a cheeseburger waiting for him if he wins a roll. Tell him he’s not actually good at Jiu-jitsu, he’s just so fat that all he has to do is rollover his opponent to squish them. Interrupt his insult with “what was that fatty?” If he has to roll with him, tell him he’s feeling extra soggy today and ask if he’s hiding jelly donuts in his gi. That sort of thing.

Yesterday my son finally worked up the courage to fire back. His bully looked shook. I was so proud of him. His bully continued to try and call my son names, but my son kept his verbal assault going and I’d say he walked away the victor that day.

My son was explaining it to my wife and me at dinner. I fist bumped him and told him I was proud and the more opportunities this kid gives him by being mean, the more natural it will come to him. My wife inquired the bully’s name and we told her. She quickly checked her Facebook and showed us a picture to which we confirmed was him.

My wife got very upset citing she knows his mom and scolded my son to not fight back because the bully is autistic. I told my son that he does not have to take crap from anybody and he absolutely has permission to defend himself in all ways including verbally. My wife stressed to me that the bully is autistic and it’s not right for our son to call him fat. I told her I don’t care what this kid’s problem is and that being autistic isn’t a free pass to be an asshole to anyone. I stressed that he is making our son feel like crap and that if our son sends him home crying, so be it. It’ll be a valuable life lesson that what goes around, comes around.

So, I ask: AITA for continuing to encourage my son to stand up to his bully regardless if he’s autistic?

So let's get into it I guess. Almost a decade ago my dad found out that my mom cheated on him with another guy years ago through my mother's sister. Back then my mom and aunt weren't in good terms so she told dad everything.

My parents fought over this and dad filled for divorce. We all got dna tested and out of 3 children i was the only one who wasn't his. It felt so bad to know that your dad who raised you for almost 16 years wasn't really your dad. That didn't feel as bad as him kicking me out of his house when I was begging him not too.

I wished I could just kill myself when he disowned me. My mom went into a depressive state and would just spend all day in bed and would just get out to use the toilet. My grandparents lived in a different state but they did everything they could to make our lives better. I needed to come home from school do all the chores in the house and tend to my mom and check on her. I did everything that could possibly be done to make sure we lived. I would ask my mom who my real dad was but all I got was screaming or a hit. My siblings and grandparents from dad's side tried to make things right between me and dad but he wouldn't budge. Apparently I was just a reminder that mom cheated on him and nothing else.

I remember my 17th birthday when no one remembered that it was my birthday. I cried to the point where I didn't have any tears left even when I graduated from highschool only my grandmother came. Why didn't my feelings matter to anyone? Why was I supposed to endure this? After I returned from my graduation I told mom that I was leaving if she doesn't tell me who my real dad is and this time she did tell me who he was I met him after finding where he lived I discovered that I have a half brother and that my real father was a widower and a doctor. He didn't know that i existed or the fact that mom was married. it took us time but we built a bond and he helped to get through college and he walked me down the aisle. He even got mom some help and I am forever grateful to him.

Well present time me I (26 f) was married to my lovely fiancé last week and I didn't invite my ex dad to My wedding. He tried to contact me before the wedding but i don't want anything to do with him. My siblings and grandparents from ex dad's side say i am wrong and that he wanted to come and make things right but I don't want to make things right. He had the right to abandon me so I have a right to do the same. He isn't my father. He was once upon a time but not now I understand that he was hurt but I was hurt too. Everyone tells me to let go of the grudge but i just don't want him in my life and no i won't give him another chance. My husband understands but no one else seems to understand what I had to go through to get to where I am now. He cannot just come to my life 9 and a half fucking years later and expect things to be alright. AITAH?

A while back I started sleeping with this guy, and as most young adults in this day and age do, he lives with his parents, who are insanely wealthy. Anyway his mother was out of town so I head over to his place, say a brief hello to his younger brother, who leaves off to another part of the large house, and we proceed to order a pizza, hook up on his couch, and then smoke an absolutely absurd amount of weed and eat the entire pizza. We fell asleep watching a movie cuddled up on the couch. Next thing I know, I’m awoken to my hookup speaking to the cleaning lady, with nothing to preserve his dignity except for the corner of the blanket we were sharing during the night. I knew rich people were overly comfortable among their hired help, but goddamn that was a shock to me. As he’s chatting with the cleaning lady, I’m scrambling to retrieve my clothing and redress myself while trying to hide behind said shared blanket. Eventually I get my clothes on, check the time, and realize I have to be to work in like, 20 minutes, so I head over to my apartment, freshen myself up, and book it on over to work. As I’m getting to the register and getting my stuff settled behind the counter, my boss comes over and introduces me to our new hire, which unfortunately happens to be the younger brother of the guy I’ve been hooking up with. He looks uncomfortable, I’m sure I looked uncomfortable. This keeps me up at night because of how horrified I am about it. The new coworker is polite, and he is receptive of the instructions I’m giving him, but this poor dude had to have seen me passed out naked on his couch with his brother.

Just saw a post that was admittedly better than this but reminded me of it. About 10 years ago I was a welder. My best friend growing up went to school for it, started a business, hired me as a helper and eventually a welder. Anyway, we had a diesel truck and every morning had to go to this gas station to fill up. It was a huge gas station but only 2 diesel pumps. People would always park in front of it and just run inside, not even getting gas. One morning we pulled up and some douche in an old slammed Subaru WRX cut us off as we were turning into the gas station then parked in front of the diesel pump. The other pump was in use by another guy in construction, he was filling his truck and his bobcat on a trailer so he was gonna be there a while. As he gets out of his car we kindly asked him if he could park elsewhere. He gives us the finger and walks in the store. We sat for a few minutes behind him and nothing, idk what this guy was doing. So my buddy, who was always a big line crosser hops out of our truck runs up and sees the Subaru’s running and unlocked, he reaches in and locks the doors. We waited another ten minutes or so and the other truck left so we went to that pump. This guy is still not out of the store, it’d been like 15 minutes. Eventually while we’re filling up he comes out and realizes his car is locked with the engine running and starts to freak out about he’s gonna be late for work. Of course this a-hole decides since we have tools he’d ask us for help, we just told him to fuck off. No idea how he ever solved that as we left shortly after.

Edit: I should clarify it was a diesel only pump not one of the ones with one of each.

I am NOT the OOP. OOP is on .

TW: Infidelity

Status: Concluded as per OOP.

: September 26, 2024

: September 27, 2024 (1 day later)

Aita for refusing to change my baby’s name after I named her after my dad’s affair partner

I 26F just gave birth to my daughter Annabelle. I didn't announce it before hand because in the past one of my family members stole a baby name and it created a lot of drama. My mom wanted to know but I was adamant on keeping it a secret.

My mom and dad was in the room when I gave birth and when it was time for me to sign the birth certificate my mom asked for the name and I told her Annabelle. Her face went pale and my dad didn't look to happy but he said he loved the name.

My mom left a few minutes later claiming she didn't feel well. She said she'll come over in a few days to help with the baby.

Now I'm at home with the baby and my mom hasn't talked to me that much. We used to talk everyday so I was confused by this sudden behavior. My sister Emily lives with mom still so I called her over to talk. When she got to my house she explained how she overheard dad and mom arguing because about ten years ago dad had an affair with a coworker named Annabelle. Mom hasn't been talking to him and he's been trying to get her to talk. I guess Dad realizing that Emily had come over decided to come over himself.

He asked if there is anyway that I can change Annabelle's name. I asked him why to see if he'll tell me the truth. And he did, he admitted to the affair. He begged mom not to leave him and she stayed, but just hearing that name had always put her in a bad headspace.

I told him I can't, and that Annabelle was the name of my husband's grandmother who helped raise him. My dad begged and pleaded for me to change it, saying mom was in the middle of packing her bags and heading to her sisters house. I told him I won't change her name and that it means so much to me and my husband. He began to raise his voice and immediately my sister yelled back and told him to get the hell out.

She told him not to stress me out about a mess he created. He left immediately. I'm not changing my baby's name but I feel like this is tearing the family apart. What should I do?

Small Edit: Annabelle isn't her real name. Her real name only has 3 letters so a nickname based off her name wouldn't be possible. And a lot of you suggested to change her first name to her middle name, but her middle name is my mom's name, and I don't want to change that.

Relevant Comments (and OOP's response to them):

Relevant-Rhubarb-849: Yes change her name. It's the graceful thing to do and not really a problem for you

OOP: It really is though. My husband’s mom had him at a really young age so his grandma raised him. She recently passed away so this our way to honor her. And this is a baby we’ve been trying for so for the past 6 months we’ve been calling her Annabelle. In this case my husband’s feelings matter more than my mother’s because this is his child too.

My husband and I talked about it and as much as this hurts my mom, his grandma was superwoman. I can’t hurt my husband because my dad hurt my mom. My Dad needs to fix it not me

Mikel909: That’s very odd of you naming her that. You wouldn’t like that if you were in your mom’s position. That’s all I’m saying.

OOP: I didn’t know until 4 days later. Paperwork is already filed and now it will cost to change the name

Verdict: Mixed between NTA and YTA

Update:Aita for refusing to change my baby’s name after I named her after my dad’s affair partner

So my sister went over to my aunts house to talk to my mom about what happened. My mom then came to my house to talk. She broke down saying how sorry she is for being distant and that it was wrong not to communicate with us about what was happening.

She said while the name did shock her at first, she knew how much Annabelle meant to my husband and that she'll never do anything to discredit the work she put into raising him.

I asked why she didn't tell us about the affair. She said because she knew that she was mentally too weak to leave and the last thing she wanted was to show us it's okay to stay with a man who cheated on you.

I asked if she planned on leaving dad, and she said she doesn't know. She admitted that she never got over the affair and is mad at herself for ruining the moment her granddaughter was born.

I told her is there a nickname that she wants to call hey by and she said no and that she wants to honor the memory of Annabelle's great grandmother. We hugged it out and talked. So I think everything is okay.

More relevant comments (and OOP's response to them):

No-Accontant3744: Sounds like mum just needed time to mentally process hopefully can move forward positively

OOP: I agree. I thought when my dad came over that it was a condition that my mom had in order to heal their relationship. But she never said anything like that to him

Apart_Insect_8859: Yeah, this is not fixed. She's saying things, but not feeling them yet. And it's going to seriously hit the fan if she winds up divorced, or your sister starts harping on her to divorce, because she will 100% associate your kid with her life falling apart.

OOP: I get this is a possibility, but I’m pretty sure no one will blame my child. My father will 100% be responsible. Even my aunt told her that the baby is innocent, and that nobody is to blame but my Dad. My mom looks up to my aunt and usually listens to her advice. I’m pretty sure my Aunt was pushing for her to start a divorce so it’s most likely going to happen.

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A water main broke near my house and cut off my service. When this happens the town provides cases of bottled water to anyone who is affected. It’s a simple process, They stack cases of bottled water outside the town hall and residents can just stop by and take what they need. 

When I went by yesterday I saw a guy I know loading cases into his car. He doesn’t live in the affected so I asked him if his neighborhood was also impacted. He said it wasn’t, but as long as the town is giving away something free, he’s going to take it. 

Today my water is back but we are advised to boil it before using it for drinking or cooking. So I went to pick up another case. But standing next to it was a cop who asked for my ID and made a note of how much I took. When I asked why the cop said that people who were not affected just showed up and took as many cases as they could fit in their car. So now it it being rationed.

... In my opinion they move on fast because they never cared. They aren't affected, and they found you diposable. They're with someone else immediately not because they want to replace you. They don't care. It's simply because it's all about them, and a new person is always gonna be exciting, with all the benefits.

They aren't suffering or whining over you. They could care less. They found someone new and they're enjoying that. And if they "do" miss you it's brief because who they left you for wasn't anything special but that doesn't stop them from finding another "better" replacement.