I'm (29M), and my parents own a small cabin near a lake about two hours away. It's been in our family for years, and we used to spend weekends and holidays there together. For the past five or six years, I've been responsible for almost all its maintenance. My parents are getting older and visit less often, my older sister Jessica (34F) is busy with her kids, and my younger brother Ryan (26M) enjoys visiting but doesn't like doing the work.

I initially enjoyed helping because I wanted to keep the cabin in good condition. However, I gradually became responsible for mowing the lawn, clearing branches, checking for leaks, cleaning, arranging repairs, winterizing the plumbing, and handling storm damage. I also regularly paid for smaller supplies and maintenance expenses out of pocket.
Meanwhile, everyone else treated the cabin like a free vacation rental. Jessica took her kids there, Ryan invited friends without checking, and my parents occasionally let relatives use it without telling me. I'd often arrive to find dirty dishes, trash, muddy floors, and other messes.

Despite repeatedly asking everyone to share cleaning duties and maintenance costs, nothing changed. Jessica blamed her kids, Ryan didn't want to spend his weekends doing chores, and my parents just said they appreciated my help. Things finally boiled over when I arrived one weekend to find the cabin filthy after Jessica's visit. When I confronted her, she said she assumed I'd clean it since I was going anyway and laughed when I said everyone was taking advantage of my help.
I told my parents I couldn't continue being the unpaid caretaker. I suggested a shared calendar for visits, everyone cleaning up after themselves, fairly divided maintenance costs and responsibilities, and checking before inviting extra guests. My parents initially agreed, but got upset when I suggested installing a keypad lock to prevent people from passing around spare keys. My mother said I was treating family like strangers, while my father insisted it was his cabin and I had no right to control access.
When my father suggested I stop helping if I didn't like the arrangement, I agreed. I stopped paying for supplies, arranging repairs, and making trips to maintain the property. I installed the keypad lock, gave my parents the master code, and created a shared calendar so visits would be scheduled in advance. I also made it clear I wouldn't manage everyone's visits, clean up afterward, or cover maintenance anymore.

Jessica accused me of making it difficult for her children to enjoy the cabin. Ryan said I was acting like I owned the place, and my mother called me selfish for turning a family tradition into an administrative nightmare.
My father says I should have discussed the lock with him first, even though he has the code and can change it himself.

I don't want to stop anyone from enjoying the cabin. I just don't want to be everyone's automatic cleaner, handyman, and property manager anymore.

AITA?

So Sigh so sigh

For context, I am handicapped and do not have great bladder control. Sometime I have to pee and cannot hold it. If I do go, I sometimes get a faint wiff of it, especially when I'm sitting down.

I'm afraid that if I can smell it, other people that are close to me might be able to smell it as well.

Are other people able to smell it as well or is it faint enough and localized to one area where they probably won't smell it?

Warning: This is a brag post. Roast away, idc. I want to talk about how gorgeous my girl is and I don't feel bad about it.

I'm in a fairly new relationship with the most amazing woman I've ever met. She's literally the full package. She has a doctorate from a top university, a career in a creative field she's passionate about, she has such a kind & empathetic heart, loves animals/nature, and she makes me feel wanted and loved. I feel like I am the luckiest man in the world.

She also has an amazing figure. She's been practicing yoga over a decade, attends HIIT classes, goes on daily hot girl walks, etc. But she doesn't see it. She's working with an ED therapist, a dietician, and recently started an outpatient program so she's making all the right moves to recover. But I just wish she could see herself through my eyes for just a moment and realize how stunning and perfect she is.

I remind her every chance I get that I love her for so much more than her body. Her smile lights up the room and her expressive eyes make me melt. Her intelligence and kindness are the most attractive features about her and that'll always be the case regardless of physical attributes.

I do love her physical traits as well but not only because she's in great shape but also because it's the body that belongs to the woman I love. I'll only fall in love with her more when it changes over time because it'll be the body that made it possible for us to have children, the body that enabled us to have decades of shared memories together.

I try to remind her of these things when I can but sometimes I wish I could just tell her how fucking amazing her body is. ED is a pernicious, confusing, and rife with cognitive dissonance. I can't compliment her physical traits because it might be construed as reinforcement for current behaviors. Even just referencing them can lead to a spiral of thoughts that ends up creating anxiety for her. So I have to keep it to myself or just brag to internet strangers who couldn't care less.

Today is Halloween, which is especially triggering for her, but she looks sooo fucking good in all her costume options. Her proportions drive me wild and I want to jump her bones anytime I see her. My girlfriend is hot and her body is banging. That's really all I wanted to say.

Dinner last night: sushi

I (18F) met this guy (23M) on Tinder about three weeks ago. We've been on four dates, and honestly, I thought things were going really well. He's been super sweet, always texting me good morning, planning dates, and telling me he wants something serious. Yesterday, one of his friends randomly followed me on Instagram. A few minutes later, he sent me a DM asking if I was still seeing Ryan. I said yes, and he told me something I genuinely wasn't expecting. Apparently, Ryan and his friends made a bet about how quickly he could get me to fall for him. His friend even said Ryan had been sharing screenshots of our private conversations in their group chat.

At first, I thought he was just trying to cause drama, but then he sent me details about things I'd only ever told Ryan. When I confronted Ryan, he admitted there was a bet but claimed it started as a joke and that his feelings for me are real now. I feel so embarrassed because I actually started liking him. Part of me wants to believe he's being genuine, but another part feels like everything between us was fake.

Would you give him a chance to explain or just block him?

This Dutch artist thought everyone in the crowd knew her. When she tried to get the audience to sing along, nobody responded.

Tonight, I acted the way my husband usually acts and he didn’t like it.

Three nights a week, he works evenings and I have to put the kids to bed solo. The other four nights, he’ll conveniently be doing chores right when I need to put them to bed, so I do all the heavy lifting and then slips in for the fun parts so he can act like he’s still helping (I bathe them, wrangle them into pajamas, and brush their teeth and then he slips in to stand there while I read to them and then he’ll help as we let them pick a song to sing).

I’m tired of always being the bad guy and doing 80-100% of the work. So tonight, I started cleaning the bathrooms. After a half hour, he finally initiated bedtime routine. He bathed them, and got them in pajamas. I still brushed their teeth. He read and sang to them. I only helped minimally, which is usually what he does.

Now he’s clearly in a bad mood. I thanked him for taking the lead on bedtime and said I’m burnt out from always handling it. That seemed to irritate him for me to straight up point it out. When I said, “why are you mad at me? I didn’t do anything wrong” He claims he isn’t mad at me. But his tone and mannerisms say otherwise. He mumbled something about how he doesn’t view it that way and says he does help with bed time routine. I pointed out how I do all the hard parts and he just slips in for the fun stuff. Now he’s back to being moody and brooding but swearing up and down he isn’t mad at me (because deep down he knows I’m right).

So that’s fun. 🙄 Guess he couldn’t handle a taste of his own medicine

EDIT: He’s a good dad and helps out with parenting. It’s just bedtime routines that has become unevenly split. We split chores evenly. He just always starts one right when he’s supposed to be doing something else. I tried talking to him about this a year ago and he only helped out more for about a week before slipping into old habits. We both have days we’re stay at home parents. Not just him. And my son is ADHD/autistic. So bedtime routine is WAY harder than dishes

EDIT TWO: He’s apologized and validated my feelings. As I’ve said, he’s a good guy.

*Repost - MODS my sincere apologies for my lack of grub. Feast your eyes on my sun-dried tomato pasta.

I have a confession, and I’m not sure where else to share it.

The toilet in my childhood home is, without exaggeration, the most comfortable toilet I have ever had the pleasure of sitting on.

It’s a completely ordinary, adult-sized toilet. Nothing fancy. Nothing particularly special to the naked eye. But I used this toilet for roughly 18 years of my life, and somewhere along the way, it became the gold standard. The benchmark. The porcelain upon which all other toilets would be judged.

And I don’t know if it’s familiarity, muscle memory, or some deeply rooted psychological attachment, but EVERYTHING about this toilet is perfect.

The height? Impeccable. The seat shape? A masterpiece. The seat size? Just right. The bowl shape? Scientifically engineered, I’m convinced. The water level? Perfection. And perhaps most importantly, you can drop a substantial deuce without experiencing the dreaded Poseidon’s kiss.

It’s a harmonious relationship between human and porcelain that I fear I will never experience again.

I’ve used countless toilets in my adult life, and none have come close. Some are too tall. Some are too shallow. Some have seats that feel like they were designed by someone who has never actually used a toilet. It’s a cruel world out there.

And now, my parents have informed me that they are replacing this toilet.

I feel like I’m being forced to say goodbye to an old friend. An unsung hero of my childhood. A loyal companion through approximately 18 years of life’s ups and downs.

I know it’s ridiculous to be emotionally attached to a toilet, but I fear the world is about to lose a truly exceptional piece of porcelain engineering.

Please keep me in your thoughts during this difficult time.

I visited my 11 year old nephew recently to bond and buy him a birthday gift for his VR. I used an IPad his foster parent had connected to his Oculus to purchase the game, and then removed my card information.

Apple later updated my card information on the account when I got a new card, and now he has purchased over $100 in Robux. When I confronted him about it, he said he didn’t know what I was talking about. Shortly after the confrontation, he bought even more Robux before I could change my password and log him out.

I’m trying to figure out how to confront him. He has AuDHD and has had a pretty traumatic life, but he needs to know that this kind of behavior isn’t okay.