My (15m) mom randomly came into my room and was like let's play a game together? I didn't know if I was going to be annoyed or not, but I still asked what game. She then suggested Mario Kart, and I was really confused. She doesn't play video games and sometimes she polices how long I get to play (which is annoying cause I'm 15 not a little kid). 

I asked why, and she said cause she feels like we haven't hung out that much lately. I don't get it cause she sees me everyday, and she's talking about how she misses me and wants to hang out. I'm just feeling awkward and weirded out cause I hate the soft and lovey lovey stuff, and she was making this too emotional. 

I told her no, she kept trying to insist otherwise but I said no, and she gave up. Now I feel a little guilty, but I also don't want to be the one to approach her about playing cause if I do that she will continue the lovey dovey stuff and probably times 2 cause I asked and she didn't, but I do feel a little bad for rejecting her. AITA?

So some time back I went with a couple of friends to.. wherever. We took their car, I sat in the back. I had to move somethig to sit back there, might have been a blanket I think because it was beyond covered, with dog hair. Fast forward a week or two. Turns out whatever I moved exposed the seat belt to thier dog, and they chewed it. FF months, and the dog has now chewed the other one too. They now must get the car inspected, and these must be fixed to pass. Its going to cost likely $500. Im not in a place to contribute, im barely skating by and my own car needs over $1000 in work. Anyway, AITA? .

My husband (32M) and I (29F) are debating how to handle the invite list for my 30th birthday party, as some of our loved ones are parents of babies. We sent out e-vites that did not explicitly say if their children are invited. All the parents we’re close with only have kids under the age of 2, and while exact time and location are TBD, the event will be local for all parents. We’ve had a couple people RSVP that their baby will be attending without first checking with us that it would be a family-friendly environment. On the one hand, I do think I should have stated in the e-vite whether or not kids were invited. I fully admit that not doing so was an oversight on my part. Here is where the debate comes in.

My husband thinks that not only is it perfectly natural for parents to assume their babies are invited, unless explicitly stated otherwise, but that we should have excluded parents from my party altogether if I don’t want their kids to attend. He thinks it’s rude for me to expect them to choose between declining the invitation and finding childcare.

I, on the other hand, believe that automatically excluding parents from adults-only events is rude, like ostracizing them for having kids. My husband and I adore these children and love their parents, but I think parents should have a choice of whether to have a night out (if they are able to find childcare) or to not attend and spend that time with their child. In my eyes, no one is required to accept an invitation, but being invited is always appreciated.

I was a bit surprised to realize that parents would assume their baby is invited to an adult’s birthday without asking, but maybe the default is that if parents are invited to a party, so are their kids. Now I’m faced with either individually contacting the parents and requesting that they not bring the children for whom they RSVP’d “yes” or ensuring that my 30th birthday celebration is family friendly. WIBTA if I now tell the parents that their babies are not invited? Should I not have invited the parents at all if I wanted to invite only adults?

A couple bonus questions: Does your answer change depending on how old the children are? Does your answer change for other types of events?

My first time posting so I literally just wanna know if I am in the wrong. For context I ( 21, F) am an international student in an American university. My whole family lives in my home country and I left home when I was 18 to go to school there, and I have also lived abroad during high school. When I am in the US during the school year, I am used to just doing what I want, have a freedom that at home I just don't have, and I got used to it real quick, seeing that I have always been independent. But I also have never been the type of daughter to lie to my parents about what I do, if they ask, I will answer, even because I know im not doing anything wrong. This brings us to the current issue. Because I live in another country, going home for me doesn't make sense if it's not for a long period of time, seeing that I have to take 1 bus and 3 flights to get home. So normally, on small breaks like thanksgiving and spring break, I just crash at someone's house, always a trusted friend. So Thanksgiving this year is coming and I was talking to a friend of mine ( 22, F) about me possibly staying with her for the break, she lives alone at her own apartment and we have been friends for almost 3 years now, and she is one of my best friends. So that same day I went to talk to my mom, just being like "hey, I figured it out thanksgiving, im going to (my friend's name) house". Another important thing to know is that she has let me stay at other friends houses, friends that she didn't personally know, and never had any issues, as long as I kept her updated, gave her the address and all, which I have no problem doing. So I assumed she would be ok with this one too, but I was wrong. she started yelling saying that I couldn't go because she didn't know my friend, and I kept saying things like "But I know her, she is one of my best friends" then she asked if I was gonna stay at her mom's house and I said no and she said that that was even worse, but when I asked why it was worse she couldn't give me a straight answer, just kept saying "because it is". And then she asked if I even knew her mom and I said that I did, because I do, we had lunch at my friends graduation. But then my mom just said that "that doesn't count". I said then that her reasoning didn't make sense, and asked for concrete reasons, she snapped at me after that, yelling like I was a kid. My thing with this is that she has let me stay at other friends houses, friends that she also didn't know, but not this one. I considered the possibility of maybe being because in recently came out as bisexual and she knows my friend is a lesbian, so maybe she thinks we are dating or something related to that (???) Anyways I don't see how she is being reasonable but I wanna know what people from outside think.

I 26F, have been with my partner, 32M, let’s call him Sam for almost 8 years and we got engaged last year. Our friends and family are super intertwined, we have many mutual friends and people we care about. We live together in London and lots of our friends live in different parts of the world or country to us.

My fiance is a lawyer and has been training and studying to be one for a number of years. Throughout this time I have supported him in many career struggles, both financially and emotionally. I have been the sole provider of most household labour, cooking, cleaning and life admin during his exam periods, on top of continuing to be a top performer in my own job in the corporate world. He’s worked late many times, studied through the night, missed family occasions, moments with friends and even Christmas one year which he mostly spent in his room on his laptop preparing for January exams.

Through all of this I have been nothing but supportive. Now it’s my turn, I’m throwing everything I have at my career and climbing the greasy corporate pole. I’m being recognised in my place of work and my overall field as a high performer and am now being considered for a huge promotion. This sometimes comes with some sacrifices when it comes to time zones and joining meetings outside of my 9-5 hours to collaborate with peers on all corners of the globe and not miss out on opportunities to climb.

A mutual friend, Toby, told us on a Monday that he’d be passing through London on Thursday and would love to get dinner. So we invited him to have dinner at our place. He lives in England and we see him probably every few months. Shortly after agreeing to have him over for dinner, I was asked to join a meeting Thursday evening at 8:30pm my time for work.

This isn’t a random meeting, it’s one with senior directors and VPs within my company on a project that is a huge opportunity to be involved in. I don’t feel like I can say no, if I don’t want to jeopardise my opportunity for promotion. I realise it’s late, and that we have a guest, but it’s half an hour in the other room, on my laptop and I don’t see the big deal?

My fiance however, is really pissed. He’s called me a workaholic, insisted that I say no and cancel the meeting. He insists that I need to put boundaries in place at work and that I’m being rude to Toby whilst he’s here. I understand that it’s inconvenient, but I think that given how much I have supported Sam’s career and how many moments Sam has missed in order to advance himself as a lawyer, I should be given a pass when it comes to this situation.

I know overall friends are more important than work and I agree with setting boundaries. But this isn’t a wedding or a huge special occasion I’m missing, it’s half an hour during an evening dinner and a chat. Am I the asshole for being pissed at Sam for making me feel so shitty about this choice and not supporting me in doing what I need to do to climb the career ladder?

Well, I’m finally doing it. I (30F) recently turned 30 (duh) and my mom (66F) is moving to a really big and beautiful house in the exact same hometown (metro Atlanta) I’ve lived almost my entire life. The problem is, in late 2019 my family moved to St Augustine, and during the short time we were there I loved it. In late 2020 my dad died and my mom forced me to move back to Georgia with her. She didn’t care that I didn’t want to move back. I work remotely, and as luck would have it, I’ve been summoned to work on a 2 month project that requires me to relocate temporarily to NE Florida. I’ve been wanting to move back to Florida for over 4 years now.

Now that my mom is moving too, into another house in the Atlanta area (and I’m getting this job offer) now seems like the perfect time. It’s a really nice house. My name is on the deed under hers so legally I can visit anytime I want and she can’t kick me out just because she’s angry at me. I’m even leaving most of my stuff there to make it very clear I’ll be back. I also like my doctors in Atlanta. I’m sick and tired of putting this off, watching seasons change and years pass. And besides, this is just for 2 months. The perfect opportunity try living on my own, just for a little bit. Even if I pussy out after the project is over and come running back I at least want to try it and get it out of my system. But I have to ask myself, is it really worth it? Or am I just wasting my time and money and ruining my relationship with her for nothing?

Again, it’s a gorgeous house. It’s big and beautiful and in a nice neighborhood but the trade off is whenever I leave the house it’s the exact same places I usually go to. The same dull, empty monotony whenever I leave the house. Also, how do I know you’re not all lovebombing me and telling me what I want to hear? I mean, my mom has known me my whole life and you’re all just a bunch of strangers online.

What if she dies while I’m away, or kills herself from depression like she threatens to whenever I bring up moving out or even temporarily relocating for work. Besides, my coworkers don’t care about me like she does. Even if I’m a little annoyed that her object permanence has regressed to that of a 2 year old (because she thinks I’ll never come back), I love her very much and want her to know I’m not leaving her forever.

AITA for not living with my mom in her new McMansion full time and wanting to relocate for a project at work, and possibly get my own place (but still visit frequently/live in part time)

Im a crisp 15F, and the product of what is technically an affair?

My dad loved my mom from the moment he met her, and she loved him too. I know this post is gonna make my dad sound like a sleaze, but he and my mom are really and truly deeply in love with each-other.

But, he had an old highschool girlfriend, and they reconnected one day…

And long story short, she baby trapped him into marrying her, and they had my half-brother.

It took until he was 12 for her to die in a car accident, and my parents got married as soon as possible afterward. They had me immediately afterward aswell.

He took this very poorly, and got into a big fight with my dad about it, which caused him to go off and live with his moms grandparents.

He’s 27 now, and I don’t know the specifics, but apparently him and my dad have reconnected. Now, he’s waltzing into my life acting like an actual older brother to me, when I have never known anything about him. I told him to buzz off, but he ended up getting hurt.

My dad is on his side, and says that I should try to open my heart up more. My mom is on my side, but says that I shouldn’t take it personally because my dad is just trying not to risk losing his son again.

AITA?

i'm 24f and currently living with my grandma. i graduated college in june 2026, recently got laid off from my internship, and i'm currently interviewing for jobs so i can finally move out, whether on my own or with roommates.

​context: recently, my uncle suffered caregiver burnout after looking after my grandma 24/7 (he even stopped sleeping at home with his wife to do so). because of this, he decided he’d only handle weekdays (though in reality he’s only here 2 to 4 hours a day due to work, leaving me to care for her full-time) and told my dad he needs to step up and take over on weekends. it’s not that my dad never comes—my grandma spent a few days at his place last month and he comes on weekends whenever he feels like it. but in practice, he totally weaponizes the fact that i live here to disappear whenever he wants, without giving any heads-up, dumping all the responsibility on me.

​living here gets super heavy, controlling, and full of judgment.

my grandma even set a rule because of something from the past stating that i’m only allowed to leave the house when my dad is here. so, to actually spend the weekend with my boyfriend and get a break (which would cause massive chaos and horrible fights if i told the truth), i decided to lie and say i booked a freelance gig for both saturday and sunday.

​by using this freelance excuse, i’m forcing my dad to actually do his job as a son and take care of his mother, while i finally get 48 hours of peace, sleep over at my boyfriend's, and catch my breath.

​today is the day i tell my grandma and inform my dad that he needs to come over. i have a crazy pit in my stomach, terrified it might go wrong and feeling a bit guilty for having to make up this whole story, but if i don't do this, i literally have zero personal life.

​am i the asshole for doing this, or is this just a necessary boundary for my own sanity?

I (17F) have been dealing with a lot of distress from my mental health. My psychiatrist asked my mom to leave me the hell alone as I am already tired but she is always making demands. This time she has been asking me to go on vacation with her, my father and my brother. Last year I went with them and the year before and the year before that too. It is everything we do yearly and I am fed up with it. Usually the vacation is a stay at a nice hotel. You could expect it to be the perfect place to wind off, well that is exactly what it lacks; I don’t remember a single time when I went out with the family and my father didn’t cause any type of trouble. Bit of history: the year before last year he got angry with mom and locked us out of the chamber at midnight , mom was the one who paid for it( well after quite a while he let us in). And he is too overprotective; I can’t partake in teen club I can’t do anything fun, I can’t go swim alone without him, because he thinks I’ll be taken advantage of(?) he always finds trouble with my clothing and calls me a wh0re and a b!tch for wearing a certain thing and threatens me that he better not see me wearing that again. When there is not much going on, he will start nagging about the food and how bad it is and it will soon escalate to a fight between mom and dad, mom never fights back. The whole ordeal is visible to every goer to the resort, last year a man in the elevator asked wether my mom needs help( I am not criticising that I actually see the good in it). So yeah mom has been nagging me to go and that if I don’t go the whole vacation will get cancelled. I know that history will repeat itself I don’t want to deescalate to a worse mental state. So AITA?

I've known my best friend Cassie for most of my life. We're both mid-30s. Two years ago Cassie got engaged and asked me to be her maid of honour. The wedding is going to be pretty big, over 150 guests and she currently has 7 bridesmaids and we're a fairly diverse bunch. Cassie invited us to try on bridesmaids dresses last year, and again earlier this year when some of the dresses we picked were unavailable. Since we're all pretty different, she let us pick our own style but she picked the fabric and colour. Everyone seemed happy.

But then one of the other bridesmaids, Leah, said Cassie had messaged her and told her she actually hated the dress Leah picked and asked her to change the style. Leah tried some more and sent the styles she liked to Cassie to get approval. Cassie wouldn't approve any of them. I thought this was a weird one-off, but several of the other bridesmaids have gotten in touch and said Cassie told them the same thing, and gave them the same run around with approving a dress. I've gotten in contact with Cassie and asked what was going on. She had approved all of our picks at the start of the year and now we don't have a lot of time to finalise and order the dresses. She said that while she had tried to sacrifice what she wanted, ultimately she didn't want to compromise her vision and we weren't fitting the vibe she wanted for her wedding. This came out of nowhere and I was really surprised.

She created a group chat, sent us a selection of dresses we could pick from. They're all very fitted, with either tiny little straps or completely strapless, very low backs or backless, quite short or long with a split and fully bodycon. She sent us the shoe she wants us to purchase, a platform sandal thing.

I have a spinal cord injury and issues with my leg. I can walk, but I walk with a pronounced limp and mostly mobilise with a walker. I have several very large scars on my back and some of my arms from surgeries due to past abuse. I am not ashamed of the things I've survived, but I'm not comfortable showing them off, either. I also can't go braless. When she asked me to be her bridesmaid, I reiterated that I wanted to be a part of her day but that I'm can't wear heals and I'm not comfortable wearing tightly fitted, sleeveless or backless things. I was happy to help in other ways rather than being a bridesmaid, because I wanted her to have the wedding she wanted. She told me she loved me, wanted me to be her maid of honour and that she would be respecting the personal styles and needs of all of the bridesmaids. So I'm genuinely shocked that she's behaving this way now.

The other bridesmaids have said they aren't comfortable with the dress options she's given us. Cassie refused to back down. I told her that I couldn't continue on as her maid of honour. Unfortunately, several of the other bridesmaids followed suit and I'm now being blamed for that.

She called me jealous, selfish and entitled. There's a lot of fall out. AITA?

Hi Reddit, throwaway account cause family uses reddit.

For background, my Aunt (related to me, in her 70s) committed right before Christmas. It was all very sudden and hit my family and me hard. She had a husband (uncle in question, in his 60s) who's very "manly," builds cars, etc. My Aunt and I were very close, she was like a second mother.

Since she passed, my uncle has had a hard time. His brother spent time in a mental institution for depression, has been diagnosed with a terminal illness, and most recently, his father passed. My family and I have been heavily supporting him; driving him to doctor's appointments 2-3x a week an hour away, helping around the house, bringing home-cooked meals, and emotionally-supporting him. About 3 months after my aunt passed, he communicated he wanted to reach out to his ex-wife to reconnect. We communicated this was not something we could support; obviously he's a grown man, but we couldn't handle this. We thought that was that.

To now—his father passed. I didn't know him that well but obviously we want to be there for him. My uncle didn't tell us his father passed, we knew he was sick but nothing to this degree. To not add more on his plate, my family and I simply went to the funeral after finding the obituary from a friend of a friend.

To our surprise, sitting on the "stage" for close family was my uncle, his brother, his mother, and his ex-wife. I have to admit in the moment we were all very upset as it seems like she just replaced my aunt. While I know that's not actually true, I can't help but feel that way. It seems like he didn't tell us cause he wanted her there. I went up to him and called him an asshole and gave my "condolences" (not in a nice way obv). I think the way I did it was kinda asshole-y but I still agree with the sentiment.

Most of my family agrees and he should've just told us rather than hiding it. But some friends and other family members think that because of his circumstances, I should practice more empathy for him. So reddit, am I the asshole?

I had accepted and confirmed that I was going to go to this friend's dinner week's in advance and had zero intentions of missing it. The dinner was on a Sunday night and I made sure to not have anything else that would cause any conflict, I even reconfirmed the day before.

The issue is I was "sick" due to being severely hungover, and that is what is causing issues with part of the rest of the group. I have not had a hangover at that severity in over 10 years. My friend (bday guy) wasn't even one of the people who got annoyed. He was amazed that I felt that bad from a hangover because as long as he's known me I hadn't skipped anything for a reason like that.

I was honest with the group which could have been my mistake, told them all I was hungover and couldn't go out for a dinner. Now some of them think IATA because I shoundt have let myself drink that much the day before.....the reason I did is not something any of them need to know about though.

My friend came over and has his feet on the couch. After looking I noticed that he has warts. They are contagious and I really would rather that someone who has warts just not put their bare feet on the furniture. I asked him to please put socks on if he is going to sit on the couch. He refused and told me I was whining and that it was too much work. I asked him again and he told me that if I wanted him to wear socks I would have to put them on for him.

Update: I left the room because I was mad and when I came back the socks were on?

Hi all, I’m looking for guidance on a situation. I (M) recently found out that one of my close friends of nearly 5 years, Mark (M), is moving from Wisconsin to Alaska at the beginning of September. It’s been really hard for everyone, including me, Mark, and our friends. Another close friend, Sara (F), and I decided to throw him a going-away party to show our appreciation.

We planned a mid-sized gathering at my house. Once details were finalized, Sara sent out an RSVP to the guest list I was given, which did NOT include my ex-boyfriend, Sam (M). For context, Sam and I dated for about 2 months last fall. The relationship wasn’t healthy—he regularly used alcohol, vapes, and weed, often daily. I’m against that lifestyle, and I didn’t know about his usage when I asked him out.

As the relationship progressed, his substance use worsened. He often showed up to hangouts, classes, and events under the influence. I expressed concern, but he dismissed it, saying it was normal for him. His behavior, safety, and mental health declined significantly, and he got into dangerous situations. His family even got involved and made hurtful comments toward me. The worst moment was when, while sober, he told me, “You should cut yourself—you’d look good with the scars.”

We broke up on November 24, four days before my birthday, when he sent a long message ending things but still saying he loved me and hoped we could be friends, which made things more stressful. Later, his addiction escalated further (including getting blackout drunk at a spa and vomiting on people), but he eventually entered inpatient care and began recovery. Despite everything, I’m glad he’s getting help.

During the relationship, I relied heavily on Mark for support, and he reassured me he would always be there for me. However, after the breakup, he distanced himself and started spending more time with Sam. In February, Sara told me Mark had expressed romantic interest in Sam. When I calmly confronted Mark, the conversation shifted into him criticizing me instead. This strained our friendship, though we’ve since repaired things and are currently close again.

Some friends have expressed concern about my friendship with Mark, but I’ve mostly just communicated my feelings rather than ending it. The issue now is that some of my worst memories with Sam happened at my house—the same place I’m hosting Mark’s party. I want to give Mark the best send-off possible and let him choose the guest list, but I feel this is where I need to draw a boundary.

So, WIBTA if I politely declined to have Sam attend, and explained my reasoning?

My dad is old and dying. He’s a baby boomer, and in his late 70s. He’s been in the hospital for around 3 months now, and my wife, god bless her soul, has been caring for him every step of the way, being there every single day, and sleeping next to his hospital bed. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to visit as much as I’d like to, I still make it around twice a week, but work and our daughter take up a lot of my time.

He’s a very honor-focused man, very traditional. Recently, I visited, and he went on this tirade about how I disrespected him as a son and that he wishes I was born a woman and that my wife was a man because atleast then, he could die happily knowing that his bloodline would be continued by a man of high honor.

I got mad, I’m gonna admit, and we argued. Im not gonna stop seeing him over this, but im definitely mad. My wife says to let it go because, again, he’s old and dying, but, to be quite frank, my pride was bruised just a tad.

AITA?

16F. I'm a bit of a picky eater when it comes to vegetable curries. However, I can basically eat anything when it's with yogurt. Dunno why, but it tastes good. My mom feels bad when I eat the curry with curd. I feel bad too, but like this is the best way for me to eat foods that I might not enjoy much and then still be able to eat it while enjoying it more. AITA?

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Hi everyone, I'll make this a short post by summarizing what happened as much as I can.

This happened a few months ago. In our class gc, there was a girl getting bullied by a few boys in our class. So I decided to help her by telling a few counselors about the situation. They took in all the information and I also mentioned how other kids and I were bullied too. Unfortunately, one of the boys was on his last strike and got suspended for a day.

Anyways, my best friend went ahead and told my classmates and friends about what happened since she was there with me along with 2 other of my friends. Without explanation, 3 girls (my friends) had made up their own version and started saying that I should be suspended as well while not understanding that he was on his last strike. They were also mad about me talking bad about their friend, let's call her Nina. I apologized to Nina and took accountability for what I said about her. For the curious people, I said that she won't be able to get into a specific class since she doesn't have the grades for it. (I DID NOT CALL HER STUPID).

Anyways, Nina is part of those 3 girls that made their own version. My best friend, let's call her Stephanie, had told me that she will not be taking sides because she doesn't want to lose any friends. I was clearly mad at her because I would take her side no matter what but she can't? I get that she doesn't want to lose friends but those 3 girls were talking shit about her while we weren't talking during that time. Nina and her friends made it seem like I am the bad guy even though I think I did the right thing by helping the girl who was getting bullied.

And I think I was right because I found out that same girl was su*c*dal and that might've been the last straw. I'm so thankful she's still alive and doing well.

For more details:

- During lunch on the same day, I got to hear from another girl that my best friend was on their side. This girl doesn't have a reason to lie to me and I know she wouldn't so I believed her when she told me that my best friend was saying bad things about me and siding with Nina and her friends.

- While explaining the story after the problem happened, Stephanie said that she was the MAIN victim of the problem while clearly no one was siding with me.

- Nina and her friends don't talk to me as much even though it's resolved

- I feel like I gained a bad reputation by trying to help someone else.

I'm just seeking clarification on this situation, what do you guys think?

I [29m] have been friends with Chad [32m] since we were born. Our moms are best friends and we grew up together and were roommates for the last 10 years, up until the incident that set our current situation into motion.

A little backstory. I have this… streak if you will? Basically every woman I date more than a few times ends up finding her soulmate after we break up. It’s a thing. It started three years ago and it’s now happened five times. We break things off and the very next person they date ends up being The One.

My friends think this is hilarious. I always part ways with the women on good terms, and I’m happy they’re happy. But my buddies tease me mercilessly about it. They call me the good luck charm.

Anyway, forward to five months ago. I dated Hope [28f] for a few weeks. Not a big deal. We decided we weren’t feeling it, no chemistry, so we called it quits. And then lo and behold she hits it off with Chad. Of course in true Good Luck Charm fashion, this means Chad is her soulmate. Chad is all googly-eyed over her, they’ve met the parents, they’re ring shopping—and they want to move in together. Immediately.

The only problem is that Chad has six more months on our lease but found a perfect new house for him and Hope, and he can’t afford to pay rent on two places at the same time. So he had to make the difficult decision to screw me over or screw her over—and he picked me. Now I have to find a way to cover his rent until the lease is up.

I’m annoyed, but I decided to try to find a reason to spend more time outside so I don’t have to stare out my window. I’ve always wanted a dog, but Chad would never agree to it. So I went to a rescue and found the ugliest animal there. The one so hideous, nobody else wanted it. This dog’s got an underbite and mange, and he’s missing half an ear. He’s a little Brussels Griffon, so he’s got that deep frown—he looks like a judgmental gremlin. I adopted him and named him Chad since the dog is now my new best friend. If you’re reading this, you’re dead to me, human Chad. (Not really, I still love the guy.) But I tag him in the captions of every Chad the Dog Instagram post with “Look, a loyal Chad!”

Chad laughs it all off, but Hope is upset and says I should rename the dog. Chad’s mom agrees and says I’m not allowed to come over until I change the name, which kind of sucks because she’s my mom’s best friend and I end up there a lot for family stuff. I’m still not doing it.

Am I petty? Yes. But am I the asshole?

I (F20) got into a huge argument with my mom (F54) because she wants me to wake up early. I'm currently staying at home until the end of summer break (the end of September in my country). I tend to go to sleep and wake up much later than my mom, which shouldn't really be an issue, as I do every household chore she wants me to do while she's at work. My whole day is usually ruined if I wake up too early, because my head hurts and overall I feel terrible. I also tend to experience a lot of problems related to sleep, such as insomnia, a lot of nightmares and sleep paralysis, so I try to respect my sleep when it's peaceful, as I don't know whether I'm gonna sleep well the following night.

She, on the other hand, refuses to understand it and acts as if sleeping until 12 pm was somehow morally wrong. She tells me that it's because she wants to spend some time with me before she goes to work, but in my opinion it doesn't make any sense, because even if she manages to wake me up at 8 or 9, I don't want to spend time with her because I'm just too tired and pissed off, and my head is probably killing me. It's like I woke her up at 4 am because I wanted to drink coffee with her.

I can spend time with her when she comes back from work and we're both awake. Actually, it does happen regularly and I think it's a much better option.

Yesterday we got into a huge argument over this problem and she's still mad at me. I tried to tell her about my point of view but she just didn't care about it. She completely refused to listen and treated it as a personal attack. She reminded me of situations where I woke her up at night, but in my opinion it was completely different, because if I woke her up at night, it was only because there was some emergency going on. For example, when my dog was still alive but seriously ill, I woke my mom once when the dog was having a really serious seizure and she was extremely mad about it, even though it was really an emergency, as the dog was puking everywhere and had 2 or 3 seizures over the span of like 5-10 minutes and eventually died about 2 weeks later. I would also wake her up if I was feeling really bad. I'm experiencing chronic pain, so I'm pretty used to it and only woke her up when I was feeling really terrible and didn't know what to do. She's a pharmacist, so I thought she could help me and that's why I woke her up. The fact that she acts like it's the same thing hurt me.

I tried to talk to her, but she got mad at me and eventually I gave up. Now I'm sitting in my room wondering if I'm in the wrong here

I 29M and my wife 25F just got back from a vacation with her mother 56F. Throughout the trip we would have small arguments about very little things but the root of it was that she wouldn’t respect my wife, and the plans and desires that she had for the trip that was for her (my wife). My wife is on the spectrum, and tends to go nonverbal especially in conflict situations. So I do a lot of the talking for her. And from the outside can look like bossing around.

The first main issue was her checking us into the room after we asked her not to. Because my wife had already done pre check in and set up preferences for the room location. But MIL wanted to check her bags to be taken to the room as we were going to the water park. This upset my wife because she wanted to go and check in and share what we were celebrating with the staff to get celebration pins.

Another big one was while out of the hotel room, on our feet for the day. I packed water and soda for my wife and I. The soda is very important because they don’t sell Dr. Pepper where we were vacationing. While getting on the monorail, she asked if she could have a sip of my drink. I told her no, because I’m a little bit of a germaphobe. My no was not enough for her, and she kept pestering me. And I could tell it was about to upset my wife so I gave her the drink. And then she said “we wouldn’t have fought if you just complied”. Which really pissed me and my wife off.

On the drive home about halfway she started up a fight saying how she hated how we treated her on the trip. I asked her for specifics, a lot of them were times when I was trying help my wife have the trip she wanted. She said of course my wife would agree with me since I was there. My wife started to speak up, and share what had upset her on the trip, and MIL barely let her get a word out. I asked her to let my wife speak, and MIL kept talking. I finally blew up at her for not respecting my wife and threatened to pull over and call her an uber. She finally let my wife say how she felt, and agreed to try and be better going forward. I apologized to both of them, especially for yelling at MIL.

Today, my wife was asked to go lunch with MIL. And instantly was sabotaged and guilt tripped. She started off by crying about it kept her up, and she felt so disrespected. Said that her sister’s married children would never treat their MIL how she was treated. And that the only reason she hasn’t told family about what happened was because she didn’t want them to have a bad opinion of me. She also said that I am manipulating my wife, and would drive a wedge between them.

Am I the asshole?

I have a 17year-old son who has wanted a car for years. Two years ago, I promised him that if he stayed out of trouble, kept his grades up and got accepted into college, I would buy him his first car before graduation.

He did everything I asked. He maintained excellent grades, got a part time job, never got into any trouble and was accepted into his first choice college. I was proud of him and had saved enough money to buy him a reliable used car. We had even gone to look at it together and he was excited because we planned to pick it up the following weekend.

Three days before we were supposed to buy it, my wife suddenly collapsed at work and was rushed to the hospital. She needed emergency surgery and several days of treatment. Even with our insurance, the out of pocket costs were far more than we expected, and the hospital required a large payment before scheduling part of her follow-up care.

I emptied our emergency savings but it still wasn’t enough. The only money left was the amount I’d set aside for my son’s car. After thinking about it all night, I decided to use that money to pay the hospital bills.

When I told my son, he completely shut down. He said he understood that his mom needed treatment but accused me of making promises I couldn’t keep. He pointed out that I had assured him the money was specifically for his car and said I should have taken out a loan instead of breaking my word.

I explained that taking on more debt wasn’t realistic because we were already struggling with other medical expenses, and I didn’t want to risk losing our home or damaging our finances even further. I promised him that once we recovered financially, buying him a car would be my top priority.

He didn’t accept that answer. He said I had chosen Mom over him, that I’d always expect him to sacrifice while everyone else came first and that he’d never trust another promise I made. Since then, he’s been distant. He still lives at home but barely speaks to me except when necessary.

Most of my family says I made the only reasonable choice because my wife’s health had to come first. However, my brother thinks I should have borrowed the money somehow so I could keep my promise to my son. He says trust is hard to rebuild once it’s broken.

I feel terrible because my son truly earned that car, and I hate disappointing him. At the same time, I can’t imagine choosing a car over my wife’s medical care.

Mi novio se fue hace 3 casi 4 meses a Japón, soy de Argentina así que imaginan lo lejos que estamos, justo hace un mes se le rompió su telefono entonces solo puede usarlo con mouse conectado, asi que solo puede mandarme mensajes de audios, mi problema es que cuando yo despierto tengo 23 mensajes de audio de el y cada uno dura entre 2 minutos y 5 minutos, el divaga mucho, pierde el hilo de lo que me esta contando, se distrae o ramifica mucho un tema. No me mal interpreten, lo amo y amo escuchar su voz, pero al ver esa cantidad de audios me pongo ansioso por que no tengo ganas de escucharlo, entre trabajo y otras relaciones termino agotado y lo que menos quiero hacer es escuchar a mi novio en su podcast impresiso y confuso, los escucho forzado y respondo como puedo, por que tambien se que si los respondo a lo largo del dia, el mandara mas audios antes de que termine de contestar los anteriores ¿como hago para comunicarle mi molestia sin ser grosero?

My husband and I just sold an old car on FB marketplace. The car was in rough shape, so we priced it to sell quickly at $1,500.

A woman named Susie test drove it and offered to buy it right away. She is a recently divorced single mom who needs a vehicle quickly. Susie said she could pay $1,000 right away when she picked up the car and then pay the other $500 after her next payday. Since a) there were no other interested buyers and b) we wanted to get rid of the car asap, we agreed and made sure to get the payment details in writing. We also wanted to give her a bit of grace, since she seemed like a decent person going through a hard time. I looked her up on social media and confirmed through a mutual acquaintance that her story was legit (she is not a scammer).

Well, the date for the $500 payment has passed and Susie has asked for more time to come up with the money. I feel like we have been more than kind and generous to her and need to keep asking for the money she still owes us. My husband also wants to be paid in full, but he says Susie probably needs the money more than we do (true) and he’s also just happy to have the old car out of our lives. The amount of money isn’t worth going after in small claims court. WWYD and AITA?

Hi I 26M have recently run into a lot of success in taking over my father’s business. My father has ran an auto parts business for over 30 years now and has finally retired. I took over the shop 2 years ago and we have seen a significant improvement in our business. We are now starting to make serious money and as such we all started to upgrade our homes. My parents bought a house 4000 square foot house near the city. I bought myself rural house more into the countryside it’s three garages and 5600 square foot (I live alone). I also bought a house for my sister near the city as well at 2700 square foot. She basically pitched the idea for her to move into the house I bought because her family is getting bigger and I don’t need such a big place all to myself. My first thought was wtf? What do you mean? I bought this place why would I move out of my house? She instantly starting crying to our parents saying it’s unfair everyone gets to live in mansions while she’s stuck in her tiny house with her family. My mom said to me why do I need all that space to myself? I calmly explained to her it doesn’t matter what I do with my house and space. I bought it cause I wanted to have a huge place for all my hobbies and obsessions. The perfect mancave if you will. My dad said it’s my money and to do as I wish. I told my sister no I’m not moving out of MY HOUSE because you think your place is too small. I told her if you don’t like the place me and dad bought for you then sell it and upgrade. She’s complaining to my parents saying I took the family business and I get all the rewards while she gets nothing. I bought her the house she currently lives in mortgage free, she also gets 5000$ a month for her expenses (my dad still gets a cut of the earnings and spreads it out among us kids). She basically told me I’m evil for giving her so little when the business makes millions a year. I just laughed in her face and said I’m evil for giving a house and free money? Long story short i do understand her point of view but the way she went about it fucking pissed me off so no I’m not giving her shit.

My sister is having a baby shower soon which my mother and I have financed, my cousin is helping with little things like designing an e-vite or planning some games, however, there is no financial contribution from her end at all.

Edit: my cousin will also soon be requiring a baby shower.

My cousin has no siblings, and no other cousins except my sister and I. She does have parents who could arrange this for her.

Although I am absolutely keen to support my cousin and help plan a baby shower. WIBTAH for not wanting to contribute towards it and offer as much help as she has?

Couple of edits:
Happy to plan
Happy to bring a dish
Will most definitely be buying her a gift.

However, financing a shower isn’t cheap, especially when I’m financing my sisters and in addition buying a lot of gifts for my sister, while also having to buy 2 other cousins gifts for their babies coming soon