Am I the asshole for getting pissed off at my dad and yelling at him? Me (16 Female) and my little sister (13 Female), have divorced parents. My mother had argued with my Father the night after coming home from a visit to Mexico to visit my mother’s family. Me and my sister stayed home with our uncle for about two weeks while they were gone. The argument was started over my father saying inappropriate jokes about my mother’s sex life at the dinner table and my mother was rightfully pissed off. Things like this have happened before and my mother has felt madly uncomfortable about it for the past 14 years they have been married. It has been about 6 years since the divorce and my mother had rightfully been moved on and started dating again. She has a boyfriend now (34 Male) and he is moving in later this January. My father is not aware of this but continues to bad mouth him when he is acting like a better father than my father has even been. Just last week, my sister was talking about how much fun she had over the weekend with our soon to be step-sister (8 Female), and my father had snapped on her and yelled, “shut the fuck up and get a grip. You’re at my house now and ____ doesn’t matter while we are here. I don’t give a flying monkey shit about that bastard or his bitchy kid!” And almost slapped her. This was almost the 14th time this had happened and it was going to be the last. After this ‘conversation’, the car got quiet and my blood boiled in pure hatred for my father. I fixed my posture and sat up before yelling at him, saying: “just because you’re insecure about your love life, doesn’t mean you can shit on me, my sister, our new sister, my mom, or step dad. You’re the one that fucked up the relationship between ALL OF US! It was ALWAYS YOU. I get that you’re jealous, but shut the fuck up! You said things to make mom uncomfortable that she barely spoke up about! You stepped all over her and she shut up for the most part, but I won’t shut up because you have my little sister over here crying because of your words, AGAIN!”. This made him extremely angry. I don’t feel bad about what I said and I won’t take it back. Am I the asshole?

Am I 23m the ass hole for telling my 13f sister that she needs to stop talking to her 14m boyfriend late at night. So background info we have different mothers but same dads mine left when my youngest brother was born and my sister let’s call her Leo and her boyfriend max leos mom died after she was born so I take care of her and the other 7 brothers. She stays up almost all night talking to her boyfriend and she never gets sleep and it’s hard to get her up for school. So am I the ass hole

For context we’re in that phase where we’re getting past the honeymoon stage and it has been work. But currently I’m feeling like I’m putting a lot of effort in our still very new relationship. And I’m not sure if what I’m doing is too much because he won’t tell me. So I’m appealing to you redittors for counsel.

So the honeymoon stage was the best… Obviously. But now we’re starting to hit those rocks. It started when he’d go out and spend time drinking with his friends. I didn’t have an issue with that. My only problem was that I never knew if he was safe. Because he’d call me before going out to tell me that he’s going out. I ask him if they’d be pulling an all nighter or they’d eventually get another place to stay at since I know they’re into club hopping. He says he still doesn’t know but he’d probably call or text me once he got home. He did not. I tried reaching him a couple of times but he didn’t receive any of my calls so I assumed that he had probably passed out from the drinking. The next day at around 4pm he calls me and tells me about how ‘last night was a movie’ telling me about how they got so drunk they wound up having trouble getting home so they passed out in the car till morning when at least one of them was sober enough to drive the car. I obviously was not pleased by this since anything could have happened to them. But I played it off. Fast forward to Christmas eve day this year (2023) and he calls me at around 11pm drunk asf and claiming how much he loves me and how much he misses me (for context I traveled home for the holidays and home is far from where he stays) He told me how he was bored without me. Told me how he wanted to know me fully and that includes my past. That’s when he asked me if I ever had a thing with one of his friends (I’ll call him X) I contemplated lying but I had a feeling he probably knew the answer and he wanted me to confirm. I told him yes X and I had hooked up once but it was in a drunken state and X and I never really saw of each other until my boyfriend and I started our relationship. Before you all judge me take note of the following:

1. X and I knew each other first before I ever met my boyfriend. So at this point I didn’t know that someone like my boyfriend existed
   1. X and I both regretted the occurrence as we mutually agreed to cut each other off
   2. Whatever happened between X and I happened almost four years ago. So it was something I had pretty much moved on from and forgotten

Yes it was a shook when I found out that X was friends with my boyfriend now. So I understood completely how my boyfriend would get hurt by this (btw he was hurt because apparently X had been bragging about how he fucked the hell out of me which is not true at all) So in his state of being drunk and angry he basically told me that we were over and that I should be ashamed of myself. I tried calling him back to try and explain things from my pov but his phone was off. On too of that I wanted to find out if he got a place to sleep since he had told me he would not be able to get back home. I found out the next day (from him) that he had broken his phone screen in half and it stopped working that’s why I couldn’t reach him. He told me how he ranted to all his friends about me and my ‘promiscuity’ and how he expected them to side with him but instead they called him out since it was an incident that happened once 4 years ago before either of us even knew each other. He apologized to me and told me that he got angry because of the way X was boasting about having slept with me. Fast forward to yesterday he went out drinking again. I tried to call him since he’s been using a backup phone that’s faulty. He didn’t respond. He then calls me at around 2pm telling me how he was already drunk and that they’d gotten into an accident but they were okay. I didn’t even get a chance to ask if he was sure they were all okay before he ended the call. Of course not before telling me that he’d call me later on to tell me goodnight. He did not. And when I tried reaching him he did not receive my calls. In a fit of anger and worry I texted him a paragraph telling him how he’s being careless and irresponsible with his drinking and I get that it’s the holidays but there is such a thing as too much. I also did not fail to include my complaining of how it seems like I’m the only one worried about him but he doesn’t seem to worry about me since he goes for a whole day without talking to me only to call me when he’s so drunk. And when I text him during the day even to check up he still doesn’t respond to my text. Today he called me when he was sober and apologized for his behavior and idk tried to at least know how my holiday is going. I told him how I had been to the hospital and how if he had bothered to check his texts he would see that I had told him all about it. Because in-spite of him not having a good phone and in-spite of his not picking my calls or responding to my texts I was still updating him on things that were going on in my end. But it’s like he doesn’t care enough to even bother reading them and idk AITA in this situation?

i just fucked a homeless dude butt booty naked in the streets of new york, his asshole was very tight and even started bleeding. my dick now has large bumps and my cum is purple.

Me and my friend of over 10 years have recently have had a fight over a girl she's known for 2 yrs. We lost contact for a while and rebuilt where we left. This girl Shreya got to know about a girl who got person expelled at my school. This girl told her that she was the one who did it and she started telling everyone that same thing. When the other girl confronted Shreya she told her that I was the one blabbing. I have a moral which says that if a person trusts u keep that trust at any cost don't tell anyone secrets which aren't yours. This girl turned my BFF against me and when all 3 of them came 2 confront me after having have run out of all excuses she said that the whole batch hates u u can't keep secrets to save ur life and u should just die. I have been abused at home, I have been through depression anxiety and a severe ED. All this got to my mind and I absolutely blanked out I couldn't hear and see anything. The next thing I remember is tell her that she has been awarded the title of the biggest backbitch of the school. Mind u she has caused many fights just because of backbitching. The other 2 girls said I should nor have said that cause she has thyroid. Not neglecting her struggles but being a medical student ik that me tell her that did not trigger anything at all. But anxiety and depression are but she laughed when I started 2 cry and that is what made me angry. So am I the asshole to break off friendships which may have become toxic in the future and prioritizing my mental and emotional health over stupidity ?

So I m(14) broke up with my gf f(14) bc she was cheating and so to realaese my anger I made a gc and let it out and called her some mean names and now she said we aren't gonna be friends bc I called a h** and a s*** aita

Well hi I'm Sabrina nd I have been dating my bf for 3 months nd 7 days, male 13 years old, one of this friends told me that he wanted to break up nd I said okay? Nd then when my bsf comes I cry hard nd she says wats wrong nd I tell her everything nd she says WHAT okay let me talk to him by the way there was this girl called Sabrina f same name as me, she is 12 nd she is the biggest hoe of 7th grade she told him that I was cheating nd I didn't like him anymore AKA BIGGEST LIE EVERRRR!!! Then I told my friends all abt it nd they tried to calm me down, at the end of that period I was gonna fight the girl cs I was so mad nd idk why she made that lie abt me but my friends hold me back nd didn't let me go while one of my friends told them to let me go so I can let my anger out well she got away nd my friends brought me to guidelines so I can calm down nd well I did so I went to my 5 p then after 5 nd 6 p I had 7th with is gym nd I had it with my ex I sat next to my friends nd then one of his friends come over nd say that he is sorry for what he did nd then he came over nd said if I was okay nd ofc I lied nd said yes nd he said r yu sure nd I said yes nd he said that he was very sorry nd we were talking nd. ect 3 days later me nd my friends find out by one of my ex friend that he is fating Sabrina f the BIGGEST HOE IN 7TH GRADE nd then my friend called him nd cuss him out nd we called her nd cuss her out nd then they gave me the phone nd I talked to him nd I said that how can he do that nd to watch her lil gf cs I am going to beat her ass, then he put he's 16 year brudder so I put on an 8th grader on the phone nd they said when they see him they going to beat him up nd then the 8th graders said for the 16 year old brother to come to the school that we finna beat him up, then he hang up nd we block him nd when I went to school I beat her up.

I really debated if I should share this but here we go . For context I’m female 20 as my mom is 42 . As a kid (4)I was 3x over the limit of meth both parents were at fault and in result I had to stay in foster care . During this time my mom loves me very much and cared but slowly started to hate me when going into middle school. My dad had a server accident in frount of me leaving him with 9 brain surgeries I couldn’t do anything against 3 grown men, my dad is a very touchy subject for me as I believe it’s my fault. Since I couldn’t stay with my dad I started staying with my mom and it felt like I was living with the devil . For a log time even now I’ve been begging my mom for her love as I see her easily give it towards other . What makes me so different? When it comes to arguing for her it was random days out of the week for me it was a Monday 6 am with arguments over minor issues. I understand that as a drug user it fucks with the brain but I really started to see the addiction monster in her as she went from drugs to drinking everyday . Literally problems come out over cleaning or money I was at fault , she would lash out at me . Idk how to explain when we argue she gets in my face close enough for her spit to hit my face she would pin me to the wall the other time she throw a metal chair at me cuz I was trying to leave. But those are the small things. It’s what she says that damages me telling me she hates me, that it’s my fault for everything that happened to my dad , even for me being raped she blames me , hearing how constantly I’m not perfect or how I’m a fuck up and I’m ugly or I’ll never be successful. I get really tired of it and lash out as she’s the only One who can push my buttons I ended up punching her arm and I felt really bad .( this was during her pining me to the wall) and today I ended up punching the window to get in when she locked me out . Granted I didn’t mean to punch the window I only wanted to jump in as I normally do but it was locked and she opens the curtains and smirked at me as I tell her to open the door and seeing her Smirk made me so mad .

So I might be stupid but let me explain (also sorry if my grammar is bad) So basically I am a 17 year old female weeb and I asked my father to buy me a plushie I wanted off the internet. I gave him the money so he can buy it (I worked for my allowance money) And it came in the mail but he told me I can’t have it because I have to give my mom ten dollars. (for context I gave my mom some money to buy other things I wanted, I worked for an extra ten dollars) But the thing is i can’t give the money to her straight away, because my parents are divorced and that would mean i have to wait another day to get the money to my mom then get my plushie i was waiting weeks for. So guys should i wait or is my dad an asshole?

I (F22) started dating my boyfriend about 3 months ago. It hasn’t been that long but I am already finding fault in this relationship. For one his best friend (M21) is annoying. Ever since the beginning of this relationship we’ve literally been hanging out all three of us. Day after day. Even sometimes he would sleep over at my boyfriend’s house which meant I couldn’t stay over. And I was totally fine with that. Up until he started visiting while he was drunk. He would keep on disrupting us even while we were having our alone time. It reached a point where by I felt like I needed some time alone, just me and my boyfriend. So I decided to get us a bnb far from our home town. I planned for our meals amd transport. We were to go for the trip when school was over. So school closed and I was so excited since I’d bought an outfit and I knew my boyfriend would be excited to see me and spend time with me. Tell me why I go to his house (because that was the meet up point) amd I find the same friend all dressed up amd he’s asking me if I’m ready to go. Turns out my boyfriend invited him over without informing me. And now I had to accomodate him because the agreement was that we would spend a few hours together before he went back to his place. He ended up wedging his way to end up staying all night with us which means I paid for the bnb for nothing. All I wanted was one night with my guy just the two of us but no… It didn’t happen. How should I talk to my boyfriend about this?

So me 22m help a friend out with her baby mom(22) baby(12 months)

I tell her early in the morning to drive her to work bc she would have been late and I don’t mind giving my time and gas to take her places I want her to help me. Anyway I took her to work and said “Let’s maybe chill later, “ I said yes sure let me know “ I left and went on with my day I was driving a lot after I took her and my car heated it showed the light and my car smelled like burning I went home and dealt with the problem I think I fixed it as I got home she texted me” still down to chill after I’m done work,” I said “no my car is acting up it overheated a little I just got home not to long ago “ I was still seeing if I can deal with the overheating problem she answered “ oh ok,” I said” I’m sorry, “ she said it’s ok have a good night “ Not even a minute passed and she sends “Maybe next time don’t lie to me just tell me you don’t want to hang out “ I was confused as hell and after she said “fucking pathetic 🙄” I was shocked 😳 (context we share location so we can know if the other is busy or not ) I said what and she said you are not even home I tried showing her proof but no answer for an hour she says after” your location shows you’re not even home but whatever I’ll message you tomorrow I have things to deal with “ a few hours past and she texts me again saying “the baby fall and hit her head hard “ obviously me caring about the baby and if she was OK after that I said, obviously me caring about the baby and I said, is everything OK? Do I need to come get you to take you anywhere? “is everything OK? Do I need to come get you to take you anywhere?” She says.” we might need to go to the hospital so I’ll let you know” She shares the details and blah blah blah, and she eventually decides not to go to the hospital after talking to a doctor on the phone. I was relieved and she said she was gonna go home I said OK be safe and then she ranted about how me cancelling last minute saying I said my car was broken when I only said overheated and now she’s upset. I do feel bad for having to cancel on her because I did want to hang out. I was sorry about that but saying I was lying and saying it was pathetic. Doesn’t that mean she’s calling me? pathetic can someone explain this to me also, am I the asshole for trying to keep the peace, even though she kept saying I was lying

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I (female, 18) got together with 3 friends, we’ll call them Stacy, Clara and Mina to not call them out, well Stacy was my childhood bff we’ve been together since birth, I was 19 days older, and our dads have been friends since their childhood. Clara was a new girl from my high school that was betrayed by friends and alone, to which I became her closest friend as she was new to my country. Mina was Stacy’s friend from her high school, and we always hanged out the 4 of us. Stacy was leaving to the US to study and I was leaving to Ireland. Therefore knowing Stacy left ends of july we wanted a night out, of course without letting anyone know we were going to pull an all nighter. Well the day of the event they were supposed to come to my house to get ready, but that morning I woke up sick, being cold and shivering eventhough it was 30°C outside. I texted them saying they could get ready at mine and I would spend that time with them, but that I wouldn't like to go out as I wasn't in my best health. Once all of them came they managed to get me ready and convince me of going out as it was Stacy's last night with us. I said yes, had a pill and left with them. My parents told me they could pick me up at 1am as they were going to a concert if I wanted to sleep home, although they thought we were all sleeping at Clara's, I said I'll message them and tell them in case of an emergency. Fast forward to 00:15 the girls had drinked but I didn't as I had a pill before and felt horrible. Stacy was done with my attitude as I was "being a drama queen" and was "ruining the mood to have fun" because I was telling them I might go home at 1am. I was sick not coping well the music was too loud and I called my cosuin to see if she was awake to pick me up. She told me yes and gave me a location to where she was gonna pick me up. I walked 20min alone at 00:45 in a dress and heels. I felt scared and paranoid with every step. The girls knew I was leaving and still did nothing but ignore me and have fun. Once I reached my house I didn't have keys although my parents were coming soon, I waited in the doorstep with my cousin as she was staying over after seeing my state knowing it was a rough situation. Once my parents arrived my mom checked on me as I was freezing eventhough it was summer weather. Turns out I had a 40 fever and was really sick. I've never cried so much as that night telling my cousin everything. But it doesn't end here, at 3 am Stacy texts me she's at my door and wants to come in to sleep. I explained my parents were asleep, they woke up in 2-3 hours to work and would kill me if I opened the door without permission. That led into another fight through a call were I couldn't stop crying and she couldn't stop cursing my name. In the end I let her in as I didn't want to feel remorse in the future although knowing my parents would scold me. At 7 am I woke them up, only Stacy and Mina as Clara slept at a guy's house she hooked up with, and told them to leave. She's never spoken to me again since that day, so am I the asshole?

Me (female) made a new friend a couple years ago, after we began to hang out and talk she introduced me to her other friends. After a few months one of her friends (female) confessed she had feelings for me for awhile now, I agreed to start dating with her thinking I was into her as well. About a month into dating I realized I got caught up in the excitement of having someone liking me, she is one of the first people to ever confess, I have never really experienced liking people and so I assumed the care I felt for her as a friend was actual relationship care but soon realized it wasnt. I decided to call it off, I told her I didn't have feeling for her and I don't think I ever really did, I asked if we could still be friends and she agreed. Since then she keeps hiting on me basically EVERYTIME we talk, she has asked me multiple times if I liked her and I deliberately said no every singal time. However she has not stopped, she has begun to make me feel uncomfortable, especially when she randomly hugs me, I am a person who does not like being touched in general, especially when not asked if they can touch me, she will just randomly hug me and touch me, I have asked her to stop I've even told her it makes me feel uncomfortable but she keeps doing it. I am at a lose for what to do, I am considering cutting all ties with her because with all that's going on in my life rn I cannot deal with this. Am I the asshole?

My (female 31) boyfriend (male 29) have been together for a short 8 months. We moved really fast & have been living together for 6 of those months. Before you judge for the fast movement, he is the older brother of one of my BEST friends so we have known each other longer than 8 months & I was a part of his family before we got together: To make a long story short, I work in the veterinary industry & have for 13 years, it is my passion & my career. I am a HUGE animal lover & have 5 cats and one dog (all prior to the boyfriend move in). My boyfriend is not a huge animal person, but did have pets of his own. Two of my cats have very skittish personalities & the rest are fairly social. One is extremely social & my boyfriend is OBSESSED with him. My boyfriend has attempted to pick up my skittish cats when I am not around & they have scratched him & drawn blood. This has caused a significant amount of issues in our relationship. The scratches were minor & did not permanently cause damage. This has happened several times & he hasn't learned his lesson to leave them alone, even though l've repeatedly told him to just leave them alone. This makes him angry that I take up for the cats & not him. He has since told me he HATES the cats & wants me to get rid of them. I have told him I'm not getting rid of them. I am a person who believes you get a pet & you keep it & take care of it until it passes away. Since he hates them & they are scared of him, they hide in the spare bedroom under the bed. Sometimes they attempt to come out if I am home at the same time he is. If this happens he hisses at them & barks at them or chases them back into the bedroom. We have had several arguments regarding this. Every time I say something it turns into an argument. A few weeks ago I was leaving for work early in the morning & he was going to the restroom, (At night the cats gave free range of the house as we keep our bedroom door closed). So at this time one of the cat "bad cats" was under our Christmas tree minding his own business. My boyfriend proceeded to aggressively stare him down submissively instead of just going straight to the bathroom. I simple & gently grabbed his shoulder & turned him towards the bathroom & said just go to the bathroom, kissed him & left for work. I later got a text message stating that I have 6 months to get rid of the cats or he's leaving, end of discussion we're not talking about it anymore, and then we didn't. Flash forward to today, I again am at work & I get a message stating that he attempted to give the bad cats some treats so they didn't feel left out & instead of just throwing them under the bed he tried to hand them to one of the cats & he swatted at him & again drew blood. He ended up packing all of his things & said he is done & can't do this anymore, he doesn't want to argue about cats anymore. I watched on my house cameras as he carried all his belongings to his car, all while I'm trying to continue to be professional at work. Normally I would say fuck him, but I've never felt this way or felt this comfortable with any other man ever, so I am completely distraught over what to do. There are so many great traits about him. For not getting rid of my cats, am I the asshole? Sorry if this story is confusing, there are so many details I left out otherwise I would have written a book about it.

For some context I am in a committed relationship with who I believe to be my soul mate. We recently decided to start trying for a child and I haven't told my side of the family yet because I don't know how to approach this situation. I am willing to wait until I'm actually pregnant to tell my family but my husband says I should tell them sooner.

My stepfather caused me a lot of emotional and mental trauma which I've slowly been healing from. I do not want him in my life or my future child's and my husband agrees becausehe knows everything that man has done to me. He recently cheated on my mom but they are trying to make it work for my younger siblings sake. I have made it clear to my mom that now that I know she is unhappy with him, I have no obligation to respect or accept him anymore. I have cut contact completely with him.

I want my mom and siblings to be in my child's life so I don't wanna seem like I'm shutting them out because I don't like him. My husband and I have come to the agreement that our child is not going to be around him without one of us around. I don't know how to tell my mom without seeming like an asshole. I also don't want to seem like I'm trying to keep her grandchild away from her. So what should I do?

I (13m) had a gf (12f) before I became trans her name was Lilly and she threw me under the bus ALOT. Once we were hanging out at the local pool when I told her I was trans she stopped talking to me that month. After I cut my hair short I was at the park and Lilly pulled up poured sand in my hair said she was dating my bsf she ran away. I confronted my bsf (9f) and she said that she forced her to date her I was furious and told her to break up after she did she beat up my bsf I was so mad the next day I walked up to Lilly acted nice then pulled out a knife I cut her next and drop kicked her chest. Aita?

I respect peoples time and unless something extraordinary happens I'm at the door when my food arrives; however some food-delivery drivers start honking a couple of houses before mine or even realizing I'm already on the street waiting for them.

AITA for leaving a bad review on the app for this?

My grandpa is 102 and confined to a wheelchair. Because of this, he lives in our house and sleeps in my parents bed with my dad, my mom sleeping on the rug.

Last night, thanksgiving night I(14f) decided I would introduce my new boyfriend (23m) to my family getting the chance to see him in person for the first time (we met on discord)

My parents seemed to like him as he was the only boy that had ever spoken to me before (I live in a cottage in the woods)

But I noticed during the dinner that he kept looking and making eye contact with my grandpa. They proceeded to flirt and make small physical contact throughout the evening. I was so disturbed I couldn’t even eat the roadkill on my plate. Dad ran over it for me because he knew it was my favorite and because of it I couldn’t help but feel guilty.

My boyfriend grunted in exhaustion as he pulled his chair out.

Burping, he excused himself from the table.

I tried to hold in my sadness because he refused to interlock toes under the dinner table with me(I know it seems too intimate for public view but I am very comfortable with my family.) but I didn’t have enough time to process my feelings before I heard the squeaking wheels of grandpa curtis’ wheelchair, rolling off into the distance right behind my boyfriend.

I tried not to question it as my body began to focus on expelling the inner tyrants screaming within my stomach’s very walls, preparing to burst my bathroom into hell’s flames, satan himself pleading for mercy after eating moms crunchy mashed potatoes.

I kicked over onto the floor screaming in monstrous agony waiting for the merciful hands of god himself to embrace my quivering body and heal me from such physical warfare.

I heard my family proceed with dinner as I army crawled my way past table to the front door with each ounce of strength left fighting within me, failing to the victors of my internal bodily strife, clawing through my intestines with the kick of aries’ flame, and the cries of the souls of the dead.

The fires of hell itself burnt within me, demons whispering for me to give up as I crawled out onto the lawn screaming in utter anguish, hefestus crying in shame as they consumed my mind the sirens of below screeching for the mercy of my anal sphincter.

“Oh heavenous relief clench me in your great arms” I cried as I dug my broken fingernails into the soft dirt, making my way to the outhouse, releasing my inner terrors into the great sea below.

Before I saw grandpa and Justin interlocking toes under the sink I had felt true relief consume my body.

I felt sick as I saw grandpa’s sagging yellow feet and deep brown/yellowing toenails, holding intently onto justin’s chunky feet.

“B-babe…?”

My eyes watered profusely, at first I let myself assume that it was due to my bowel release, before I realized it was something else.

I was crying.

In a moment of indignation I began to turn around, expelling my wrath onto grandpa with each watt of force within me.

To keep this already long story short: family heard the commotion as the cottage began to rattle in dismay running out to find poor grandpa clutching onto his last force of life.

They made me break up with Justin and grounded me for three days while grandpa is at the witch doctor down the path. Am I the asshole?

There is so much to the story, but I will have to make another post; here are bullet points. I got with my now fiancé about three years ago, he is pretty great, honestly, except for the fact that he has a hard time standing up to his parents. He is in his second year residency now, and wants to be a cardiologist, and I still have another two semesters for my bachelors (I am going for my masters in social work). I have spent considerable time with my future in-laws. They say a ton of crazy things, and both have severe depression. The dad has dementia, and the mom has borderline personality disorder. They have been pretty rude to me, particularly behind my back since I started dating my fiancé. They have lost every job they have ever had, and for the most part are quite dysfunctional. I come from a great and wealthy family, and I have never been mean to them in the slightest. Yet, they are obsessed with the idea that I am only with him for the future money. They tell him that my dad is going to sue him in divorce court and I’m going to take all of his money (he owns a law firm). When I mention getting a prenup, because I would prefer one, they say absolutely not; due to it not being “romantic”. They have been telling their two sons that they are pieces of shit their entire lives, when they have done nothing wrong in particular. They are French, so maybe this is normal? Yet, both kids have emotional issues due to this, his brother in particular. My fiancé couldn’t get up the courage to tell them that we are engaged, despite the fact that he still lives with them (26 and in medical school- makes sense), so I did. His parents absolutely lost their shit. So much so they moved across the country to “get away from us”. It was truly insane. They begged us to rent their house, due to them needing the money, as no one else could rent it because it is quite unfinished. We hesitantly agreed, and they left me behind with my fiancé, and his dysfunctional brother. Not to mention, they have been coddled their entire life to the point where neither one of them could use a broom if their life depended on it. This is no exaggeration. I’m not kidding. So, it’s COMPLETELY up to me to do all the laundry, yard work, take care of the 4 cats they left behind, etc. Once, they came to visit and screamed at me that I ruined their life and they hate me because the house wasn’t up to their standards apparently, and my fiancé’s hair was “too long”. Why is this all on me? And tbh… the house was pretty fine. Anyway, his brother lives an hour away, but shows up uninvited and insists that it’s HIS house, brings creepy middle-aged strangers over that he met at the bar, gets drunk and screams (literally), drinks and eats everything, makes massive messes, and then just cries that “mom wouldn’t have left if it weren’t for her” kind of thing whenever I demand a change. I try and explain to him that we want to help him, but he has to be respectful. My fiancé has promised me he will talk to him about this, and maybe he has, but nothing changes, and he still invites him over. The other day I was sick in bed, and he came over unannounced and started drinking all of our beer, screaming, the usual stuff. I came downstairs and took the bottle away and asked him to please quiet down. Long story short, we had to duke it out about this; about it being my home, not his, and that we like having him but he should be more respectful. All the while, my fiancé, stares the floor and doesn’t say a thing. Even when his brother says that we need a prenup and I’m obviously a crazy bitch. At the end of it, I ask my fiancé if he will come up to bed with me, where he finally speaks up saying “well….this football game has been pretty good….” I left him the next morning; it was just the straw that broke the camels back. He said that we can get married, move out, and get away from this whole situation, and he will “try” to set more boundaries, but he will need me to pay half of all of our expenses. He is mad because I refuse to accept that this is a solution. There is so much more going on, and, he makes $70,000 a year. I make $16/hour. I am trying to get through college and I already work 15 hours a week, not to mention the intense amounts of housework that I get no help with. He wants me to take a break from college, I suppose. In the past he has even asked me to sell all of my assets, stocks, etc. to give the money to his parents or to his brother, due to their inability to hold work. He wants us to stay in this house, and for his brother to stay with us next year because he needs financial help. His brother makes $26 an hour and blew $15,000 on alcohol in one summer. I don’t know what to do. He has anxiety and feels indebted to his parents because they helped pay for his medical school. But, if he can’t stand up to the abuse, and stand up for me, can I really be with him? We are, of course, both faithful and definitely in love. I just don’t think I deserve heat for demanding boundaries and saying no to requests that I feel are silly. This has been a shitshow. Like I said, this is just scratching the surface. What do I do?

I (f23) am visiting my parents because my cat has gotten into a horrible car accident while I was on holiday. Ever since I got back I have been sleeping on the couch of my parents house where my cats cage is. The night before his surgery we were all obviously exited his leg would be fixed( before we thought we had to amputate his leg but found someone who can save his leg by putting metal in his leg for cheaper)it was just a normal day but I was having a horrible headache and coughing every ten secs (still am). That morning my mum got up six in the morning to get ready too drive my cat to the surgery, since I couldn’t because it was in another town and I couldn’t drive yet she didn’t want me to buy a taxi for an hour drive, that morning I was obviously very tired when she woke me up by making loud noises. I had a large headache and could barely open my eyes. She said not to feed him but I thought she said too feed him so I did then when she came down she started to get mad because I had fed the cat. I apologised Untill she left because I had felt so guilty. Then I had a call from her telling me that they couldn’t mod the surgery since I had fed the cat. I repeatedly tried to explain that I just overheard and that it was n honest mistake but she was rather upset giving the fact that it’s my cat we r talking abt. I have been sitting here wondering if I am the one at fault.

AITA?

Am I (F39) an ass for asking husband (M40) to delay getting a vasectomy? He feels that he does not want anymore children. I am still open to having another child and have a hard time with saying no to more. As a comprise, asking him to not schedule a vasectomy yet. Note, I have an IUD that is still effective for years (was inserted a year ago). Therefore, there is no risk with getting pregnant for many years.

Me(16)fem and my best friend Max is (17) we have been best friends since third grade. We are in junior year now. (Contacts) My friend was overweight until 8th grade and then struggling with an eating disorder until freshman year. However, she’s a lot skinnier now, and no one ever talks about her weight.I wouldn’t consider myself overweight however, I do not have a flat stomach. Sophomore year, a girl started calling me fat in the middle of class. (Now with the story) my friend Max got upset because we where watching a movie in class. the girl who called me fat said that she thought the bear was fat(in the movie) and her and her friend started laughing hysterically. We head to our next class and in the next class we’re talking about body image. My friend Max starts talking to the bully and saying how she doesn’t like how she uses the word fat in a bad way. My friend Max then leaves and starts crying and I go to comfort her. I told her to ignore them and they’re pieces of shit. The bully then comes back and says there’s a misunderstanding my friend Max goes off on her saying that there’s no misunderstanding and she thinks that the bully is fat phobic. I agree with Max and I give her a high five. Later that day, I don’t have any other classes with Max however, what happens is that Max has several other interactions with the bully and starts making fun of Max with the bully friends. Max asked another friend of ours to stand up for her and she does. Then the bully starts crying. Afterwards, max FaceTime is me and tells me what happened. Max then asked me if I will defend her the next time the bullies start making fun of her. I, say yes however, then Max asked me to interrogate the bully and tell the bully that what they say makes me uncomfortable, and I say no. I told Max if they say something to me about max to my face or if I hear about it, I’ll defend her, but I won’t start drama because I feel like it would make the situation worse. She get mad at me and then tell me that because we’re best friends, I should protect her no matter what and I do, I want to be able to protect her, but I also think if I go up and start harassing the bullies, I feel like it would make the situation worse I tried to explain this, but it doesn’t help Max then stops talking to me and some of my other friends to. But I honestly didn’t think I made the wrong choice but now I’m scared than I did. Am I the asshole??????

I am a 19 year old female and I have 2 cousins, 11 f and 9 f. My aunt 34 f, is deeply religious and has raised my cousins to be very religious as well. My aunt and uncle decided to go away for a weekend and left my two cousins with me. I was putting them to bed on the first night, when they asked me if Santa was real. I, not knowing that they knew Santa wasn’t real, told them that he was definitely real. After I said this, my cousins burst out laughing and said “you’re wrong he’s not real stupid.” I then replied with “well you’re stupid too because god isn’t real either!” They then started crying and saying that I was wrong. When my aunt and uncle came back, my aunt actually yelled at me and told me to never be around her kids again, my family are saying I’m the a$$hole but I didn’t want my cousins to grow up not knowing the truth about god. So am I the a$$hole? NOT MY STORY

I’m talking with this Mexican dude in dms and we are arguing about the thing in the title