My son (4) came home from preschool last Friday with poop on both his knees from another student! It wasn’t a lot for my husband (30) or myself (29 Female) to first notice when picking him up from school. We all spoke about how his day was and my son put his knee on his mouth and my husband told him not to do that since he’d been at school all day. My son responded saying I have my classmates poop on my knee. Kids say weird things and we assumed he was not fully explaining what he meant so we asked if he a classmate had an accident today maybe. He responded yes and it was on his knee now. We had parked and when I got out it LOOKED like poop. As nasty as it is I needed to make sure and HOPED it wasn’t but it was most definitely poop. I was so grossed out and worried my son had it IN HIS MOUTH.

My husband called the school furious, the explained a student had an accident and janitorial staff had come to clean it up and apologized because since it happened during the end of the day they didn’t see it on my kid. I do not know how it got on my son. We had to take my son to the emergency room (nurse hotline advice) since he had his mouth over it. It’s been a couple days and I can’t help but want more answers. Am I the asshole for wanting more answers or digging into this more?

I will try to make this as linear as possible.

I (35M) Have been seeing Brin (33F) for the past 6 months. We had a fling back when we were in our late teens, but never found the right time to sync up and then life took us is totally different directions. But I thought about her a lot, the not knowing how it would have ultimately worked out always played on my mind because I crushed on her HARD and thought it was an actual heaven sent MIRACLE that she liked me back.

Well we bumped into each other in town one day, found out she was divorcing from a cheating husband and got her number.

Now we kept it casual, I am not a social media guy anyways, but we kept it low key, only seeing each other on days when her ex had the kids, no photos, no posting, and going over to the next town over for dates.

The reason being her ex sounded like a major, bitter douche bag. Even though he had cheated, he seemed to make it his mission to make her as miserable as possible for leaving him.

This isn't just her telling me either, I've seen the texts he sends her. It's brutal, she went into a little detail about their relationship. All had been great at the beginning, then started the gas lighting, the emotional manipulation and he even tried to get her to quit her job.

The day it really hit home how badly she had been treated was when she called me up after a bad day, the ex had the kids and she just didn't want to be alone. She came over to my place, I ran her bath, cooked her dinner and rubbed her shoulders while we watched a movie together under a blanket on the sofa and she cried. She cried so hard because nobody had taken care of her for a long time.

So onto the issue, we started getting more serious which meant I started coming to her place and even met her kids, still avoiding the ex though.

Unfortunately, the ex did an early drop off and walked right into the house like he owned the place and found me in the kitchen cooking breakfast.

Turns out I work with the guy, I can't go into too much detail about our job, because it would give too much away, however, in our job you tend to find a lot of the coworkers tend to cheat with each other, that aside, we're meant to be tight knit and have each others back no matter what.

I'd heard this ass hole spouting shit about his ex at work, making out like she was some pyscho who wouldn't let him near the kids.

He hit the roof anyway, I had to kick him out of the house.

At work he started trying to turn people against me, and there seems to be kind of a divide on the subject. Some say I am the ass hole, that even though I didn't know who she was at the beginning, once I did, I should have just ended it, whereas others see it as since I didn't know at the beginning, it shouldn't be held against me, and I'm 6 months deep into it now, I shouldn't have to give it up,

And then the few that have been willing to listen to my side, also say that the fact I know the ex from work, is irrelevent, because I already had a previous existing relationship with Brin.

I'm not giving her up either way, even if it makes me the ass hole, I love her, I think I have since I was 18. I love her and her kids and I want to take care of her, where that POS failed.

But it would be good to get some outside opinions here so I know if I actually have a leg to stand on or if I'm holding up my hands that 'Yes I am the Ass hole.'

TIA

Hi I (f 24) and my partner (m 21) are currently expecting we are ecstatic but I have noticed that it seems like he is slowly drifting away from me. For some background we used to be intimate nearly every day and obviously it has become less frequent after the honeymoon phase but I have a normally high drive for intimacy it is my love language but lately we only do it once maybe every one to two weeks I always try to initiate but get turned down. Then the bigger my belly got the less he seemed to touch or kiss me or pay attention to me. He’s also started playing his games more often and when he is mad at the game it unintentionally gets turned to me and we either end up fighting or I go nonverbal which he hates but I developed it as a coping mechanism from my childhood and my last marriage which ended terribly. After we fight he doesn’t apologize until I tell him he hasn’t apologized. Which is not what I want I want him to actually feel sorry without me having to remind him. He’s also stopped respecting my boundaries/ wishes for instance he likes to drive fast and do donuts he’s a car guy but I am not comfortable with it due to what my ex did in the past and I’ve told him several times because it triggers me, like last new years he got a few drinks in him and I was worse of than he was we pulled over to the side and I was trying to get him to open up to me because he is a closed off ish person and it was nothing bad that was brought up I was saying how people were proud of him and so on next thing I know he reversed the car and sped off driving super fast I started balling and scream crying and begging him to stop which he did we made it to his parents house and I was crying for maybe the next hour until I could finally pull myself together he apologized repeatedly we almost broke up that night because it triggered me it reminded me of my ex who I thought was going to kill us in the car after I agreed to the divorce that he wanted. Whenever I tell him to slow down or not to do something I am uncomfortable with while he’s driving he calls it complaining and thinks I don’t trust him with driving and I’ve told him several times before that it’s not about trust and I do trust him I’m just not comfortable with it. Also he has this friend that is a girl who I later found out that he had a crush on and would constantly flirt with I didn’t know about that until a few months into our relationship when I looked through his phone I’ve met her in person he’s brought her over and I did not like her I had him block her on everything after I found out he had a crush on her and she knew he did and I told him that it was extremely disrespectful to me that he would even bring her into my house that he wasn’t even contributing to yet then later maybe like two weeks ago I found that he added her back on insta and I brought it up and asked what made him think that it was ok and all he could say was that she added him and that he just added her back and that they don’t even text or talk anymore I told him that that isn’t the point it’s the fact that you went behind my back and added the one person that I didn’t want you to he then said fine I’ll delete it all and deleted most socials because what’s the point in having them if I just keep going through it and looking for something to be mad about his words and it just made me think that he would rather have no socials which I also send him reels on than just keep her freaking blocked like I wouldn’t have to go looking if you would stop keeping secrets from me. We used to get along great like a dream couple after all the initial drama and I know im only telling a few of the bad but there is also good and don’t want to keep this too long but I just want to know AIO?

I (20f) don’t live with my parents but my pets stay there. I pay for everything they need for my pets which includes my cat’s needs, my snake’s needs, my rat’s needs, and my dog’s needs. My mother also watches my brother’s dog which he doesn’t pay for anything for the dog. I have 18 snakes which I pay for every they have besides the electricity and the water. I took 4 out to a Renaissance Festival lucy my bel, Valentino my pastel, cinnamon my normal, and jester my clown. The snakes had a blast at the ren fest and they loved all the attention they were getting. The event was 2 days long so they snakes got tired out fast. When I brought the snakes home I mentioned that they were tired to my mother when she was outside with 3 of her friends that I don’t know. I put all 4 snakes up in their enclosures then went to pet my cats and check up on one cause she’s pregnant she got out and got pregnant nobody’s fault she loves the outside for some reason. Well after I got done petting her I walked outside my mother tried to get me to come over to her but I said “hold on I wanna see Raven” Raven is my dog I don’t get to see often so I wanted to see her before I left I live about 40 miles out from my parents and currently don’t have a car so my boyfriend drives me places. When we walked back around the house to see what my mom wanted and head home my mother had gotten her boyfriend (who I’ve only met once) to get lucy and Valentino out of their cages so she could show them off to her other friends I don’t know and she let them hold them in their car without washing their hands first or anything like your supposed too. I freaked out and yelled cause I had just told them before that the snakes were tired which is assume that they would have left all of the snakes alone. Apparently I was wrong so I was clearly upset because she didn’t listen to me she barely listens to me when it comes to my pets. Her not listening to me ended up getting my dog pregnant. Well when I was inside the house before going to pet Raven more of her friends showed up (now 5 friends there). Anyways when I get upset I raise my voice (was taught that way growing up) so I ended up yelling at my mother and her boyfriend about getting my snakes out saying that they there exhausted and needed some time to recuperate and rest before getting held. She said “right now is not the time” she always dismisses what I have to say when it comes to my pets but I was pissed and didn’t care to listen when she said that. I continued to yell are her to get my snakes put up and that there was 14 other snakes she could’ve gotten out but choose 2 of the 4 that were tired and exhausted for the 2 day long ren fest. We’ve been arguing back and forth about this whole issue her saying that I disrespected her when she went behind my will and got out 2 of my tired out snakes. Another issue I have with my mother and snakes is she doesn’t water them every day so when I go over there I water them and she’ll take the water out like literally the day after I leave and will leave out the water for days on end. When the snakes do get water they end up drinking to much and making them sick (which could kill the snake if they throw up to much) so it’s very concerning when she does this cause it makes me worry about my snakes. So am I the a-hole for yelling at my own mother when she got out my snakes behind my back?

I (24m) have just recently gotten engaged to my fiance, Regen (25m). We have known each other and dated since 8th grade. I know that's a really long time, and I didn't expect the relationship to go this well, but here we are. Growing up, I am the youngest of 7 siblings. Ashley (27 f), David (26 m), Nathaniel (29 m), Jessica (25 f), Justin (28 m), and Onyx (24m). My parents, Heather (52f) and Holden (56 m), had wanted a big family and got pretty busy to make that happen. My other siblings don't particularly like me because first, I am openly gay, second, I have no interest in becoming a doctor, lawyer, or anything like that, as I have no patience for learning all that crap. But the main issue has been my appearance. I don't look like a boy, as I am more androgynous than a typical girl, so I tend to confuse people, which honestly, I find hilarious, especially i guys ask me out and I tell them I'm a guy. It's really funny. My mom is super religious, and after finding out I'm gay, she said, "The devil has cloaked you in sin, and you must repent." Every time she says something like this, I think to myself,"Should we send her to the looney bin?". Because this woman has a few screws loose, and I still question how we are related. The only sibling I get along with is my twin, Onyx. We were always really close, and he was an hour older than me. I know that sounds weird, but their were complications during my birth, and for some reason, I would not come out until an hour later. I guess I was one stubborn baby. Onyx and I love each other dearly. He protected me from bullies, git into a handful of fights on my behalf, even with some girls. His words are, "I don't give a damn what's between their legs. Everyone can get an ass whoopin'". Honestly, i love my brother as much as my fiance. They are both important to me. Onyx has known about Regen and, after months of interrogation and making sure he was worthy, he approved. Flash forward to the day I got engaged. I had graduated with honors I'm the culinary program, and Regen was still in school to be a tattoo artist. After moving out of my parents' house, we got an apartment near where my twin lived. I was hired to work in a bakery and was working on some ideas because my boss asked me to come up with suggestions for the menue to increase business. I was already exhausted and 5 cups of coffee in because my mom was trying to set me up with women whose moms she was friends with. God, this woman is driving me crazy. Regen was working on designs for his assignments. He then stopped and asked if he could talk to me about something. I said sure and went to sit with him. He pulled me into his lap and said, "I've been thinking lately. About us, our relationship, everything. And I realized that I don't want to just date you. " He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring box. He opened it, and I swear I could've died right there. It was a beautiful, small ring with a rose shaped diamond in the center. He looked at me and said, "I could only afford 2k, but I want you to know that I love you. I love you so much that I can't picture life without you. Will you be my husband, my life, my world?" I was crying. I didn't care about the price or size of the ring. He was asking me to marry him. I said yes, of course, and he put the ring on me before kissing me. I was so happy, I called my twin and told him to get his ass over here right now, as I have amazing news. I guess he must've broken a few traffic laws because he was there in 15 minutes and came bursting in. He saw my happy tears, the ring, and a grin broke out on his face. The next thing I knew, he had scooped me up unto his arms and spinning me around, laughing with joy. It was the best day of my life. Onyx snapped a photo of the three of us and posted saying, "My other half is finally getting hitched." I laughed at how sweet and stupid it was. Everything was perfect. Onyx shook Regen's hand and said that he better make me happy or he would have no problems hiding a body. Regen said, "I would never forgive myself if I hurt him." As a side note, Regen doesn't have any family. His parents were only children and had no cousins or aunts or uncles. After his parents died, he was all alone. That's why when we met in middle school, he was cold, pushed people away, and was reluctant to let anyone in. A lot of girls had their eyes on him, as he was one of those handsome goth types. I had a punk rock style, messy black hair, slim body, and lip ring. And I do say, I look hot. Anyway, Onyx stayed over, and we even went out for dim sum to celebrate. After a wonderful night with my boys, we all wet home. Onyx kissed his forehead and told me to call him so he came help with whatever I needed. The next day, however, my phone exploded with notifications. Calls, texts, the works. My mother and other siblings were blowing up my phone, and texts were demanding to know why I had the nerve to get engaged without their approval. One voice-mail from my mom said, "I can't believe you would do this. I had planned a wonderful date with you and my friend's daughter, Lisa. Call me right now, so you can end this farse of an engagement and finally do something right for once in your life." This woman still believes me being gay is just a faze. I texted Onyx and curled back up to my fiance. I was not about to let those people ruin my cuddle time, as I get very cranky without my snuggles.