Yes lol I know this is ridiculously specific and kinda dirty but any suggestions? The only one I’ve managed to find so far is Touch Me Like a Gangster by Jessie Murph. Fucking love this song and I’m looking for others like it. Genre doesn’t matter.
Currently listening to a police interrogation of a man who killed two women with a claw hammer. He said he hit the woman once and the hammer lodged in her skull. She was doing the death rattle and was actually trying to reach for the hammer. But he quickly pulled it out of her head and continued beating her. Is it possible that she knew exactly what was happening and was trying to pull the hammer out herself? Or is it more likely that it was just an involuntary reaction? I can’t imagine being able to process coherent thoughts or assessments after having the brain bashed in?
I (20F) was hanging out with my friend (20M) and we went to Jack in the Box around midnight and I ordered myself the little chocolate cake. He ordered his meal and we got back to my house and he asked for some of my cake and I said no. We argued about him getting some for about 10 minutes until I was about to leave. He proceeded to grab my cake and dig his finger into it, eat the cake off, and put the cake back into my purse. I was immediately upset so I took the cake out of my purse and he was trying to get me to take the cake by asking if I needed a fork or if I wanted some cake. I left after saying something like “wtf is wrong with you”. So am I the a hole for leaving and not taking the cake?
I (40s F) have a 17-year-old son who struggles with disordered eating. He sometimes restricts for days to the point where he can barely get out of bed. He’s been starting to improve, but we don’t have a great relationship and things escalate quickly.
The other day he came home while we were eating dinner and took only a very small portion. I told him if he wasn’t going to eat a proper portion, then he couldn’t eat the food in my house. He said “okay fine,” grabbed some ice for his drink, and I told him he couldn’t use my ice either. He then said “okay fine,” threw the ice on the ground, and walked away.
I told him that behavior was unacceptable and grounded him. I also took his keys and phone service and told him I wouldn’t drive him to his piano lessons out of town. I sent him an article about teens and conflict with parents and how kids like him end up in juvi and told him it feels like he doesn’t care about anyone, including his mom, his cousin he didn’t wish a happy birthday, or even his old piano teacher. (His father is in prison and there has been substance abuse in the family.)
For context, he practices piano 4–6 hours a day and is trying to make a good impression on a teacher he really respects. He’s even applying for a job to pay for lessons and gas since it’s out of town. I understand it’s important to him, but I don’t feel I should tolerate being disrespected in my home.
Afterward I texted him that he doesn’t have to care about me, but he does need to respect me and our home.
He responded with this:
“…With the intent to cause harm? I threw two ice cubes on the ground, not at you or to threaten you. If you want clarification, go talk to the police. I don’t have to care about my mom who abandoned me as a child for drugs and doesn’t accept me, and I definitely don’t need to care about you. Ground me, take my keys, take my phone service, find someone else for me to live with, I don’t even care dont talk to me about it just do it. I did actually wish Jesse happy birthday yesterday, but didn’t feel the need to tell you because I don’t need your approval. Nobody said I didn’t care about my teacher either, he’s probably the only adult in my life I can trust. You know as well as I do I’ve tried to ignore you practically my whole life. I’m doing what’s necessary for my future and if you can’t drive me then oh well I’ll find another way. I prefer not to rely on you for things anyway. I don’t value our relationship enough to resolve it and I’m just waiting until I turn 18 to leave. Sorry to waste 17 years of your life, but I won’t be around once I can leave.”
I feel like his reaction was extreme, but I also know this escalated quickly.
AITA?
My uncle texted me this morning, asking if I could watch his son (my cousin) today. All day, last minute. He was really urgent and panicked, so I agreed.
My cousin is an adult (24), but he's mentally disabled. He watches cartoons for preschoolers and can't spell his own name. BUT he's not physically disabled or anything. He can walk and use the bathroom alone and is mostly independent. He pretty much just watched cartoons all day.
I didn't have any groceries, and didn't know when my uncle would be able up pick him up or if I should cook for him, so I decided to go to the store. I asked him if he was fine to stay alone and he said yes.
Thirty minutes later, I get a call from my very pissed off Uncle. Apparently my cousin called 911 and told them I left him alone over an hour ago. I have time stamps from calls/texts that prove the time -- I left at 2:43 and got the call at 3:17.
He wasn't hurt or anything while he was alone. He rummaged through my shit and ate some crackers, but that's it, so there wasn't even any harm. I get that he's disabled, but the entire issue was caused by him lying for no reason. Even kids are fine being alone for less than an hour.
Tl;Dr I babysat my mentally disabled cousin all day, left him alone for 30 minutes, and he called 911 to say I left him alone for over an hour. AITA?
Edit: To answer some questions:
My uncle's emergency was a combination of things. A work thing plus the adult daycare being closed. He blasted our family group chat all morning and I was the only one to agree to watch him.
I didn't order food because I only have $12.
I didn't bring him because he's a lot in public. He drools and wipes his hands off on stuff and tries to touch people. He's also really obsessed with cops. If he sees one or a security guard or basically anyone in uniform, he'll just run straight at them. I'm not able to physically hold him back from doing all that.
Yesterday my husband and I were on the way to a very stressful appointment that I've been anxious about since the start of the year. For about 10 full minutes while I was driving he would NOT stop poking me in the boob.
The first couple times I gave a small laugh, then I started trying to block him and shrug him off but he wouldn't stop and I was clearly annoyed. It continued while I was trying to navigate streets I don't know, then while I was trying to pay for parking, just kept doing it. I was already stressed and anxious and now really annoyed so I told him politely but firmly four times in a row to stop it, he continued.
He did it again and I snapped at him because it was irritating as hell and he is always treating my body like his personal fidget toy. After I snapped at him HE got angry at ME. I told him I had a right to snap after he wouldn't stop touching my body after I told him to stop multiple times. Now he's giving me the silent treatment because he's "mad that I got annoyed at him" and he "has a right to be mad that I snapped at him," then told me I do the same thing to him all the time, which isn't remotely true.
Now he hasn't spoken to me in almost 24 hours. He's a grown man and does this all of the time, blaming his ADHD. AITA?
So basically, I had this huge argument with my 2 "friends" and it turned out they were racist, so I dropped them completely. I told my best friend all about what had happened and he stood by my side, but he's friends with 1 of the racists, and I told him that he had to choose. I didn't wanna be friends with someone who's actively supporting a rude person. So he chose to stay friends with the racist so I dropped him, but I feel really bad about it for some reason, like I made the wrong choice. AITAH?
EDIT: I guess I didn't mention it but the 2 "friends" had called me the N word
For context, I am completely blind and have been since 2016. I’m using a screen reader to type this before anyone asks lol.
My boyfriend is a fucking moron.
The other day, I sent him to CVS to grab me some baby wipes because toilet paper is an absolute disaster when you can’t see. I was genuinely excited to finally have wipes again, so the second he got home, I marched straight to the bathroom to handle business.
Afterward, I opened the pack and immediately noticed they smelled weird and felt different than the ones I usually use. But since my boyfriend has fully functioning eyeballs, I stupidly assumed he had managed to buy the correct thing and figured maybe they were just a different brand.
So I proceeded to wipe my ass and vulva with them.
For TWO DAYS.
Then suddenly, my labia started burning like satan himself had reached out to touch it.
And somehow, I still didn’t suspect the wipes.
Thankfully, my roommate walked into the bathroom the next day while I was peeing so she could brush her teeth. When I finished, I reached for another wipe and she practically lunged across the room to stop me.
Horrified, she snatched the pack out of my hand and informed me that I had been wiping my coochie with DISINFECTING WIPES.
CHEMICAL. FUCKING. WIPES.
I wanted to die.
Apparently my boyfriend saw “wipes” and said, “Yep, that’s probably close enough.”
I was shocked, furious, and utterly humiliated!!!
Thankfully, everything is fine now. My kitty cat is feeling much better and my roommate and I ended up having a good laugh about the entire situation. But I really think this man needs supervised shopping privileges from now on. 😭💀
TLDR: My blind ass trusted my boyfriend to buy baby wipes. He accidentally bought disinfecting wipes instead. I used them on my vulva for two days before my roommate caught me. My coochie briefly entered the gates of hell.
Edit: I swear some of y’all in the comments are seriously lacking in the common sense department. No, I did not read the package. Hard to do when you’re blind. No, I did not wipe my anus and then my vagina with the same white. Being blind doesn’t make you a fucking animal. No, my boyfriend did not buy disinfectant wipes on purpose because he thinks my vagina stinks. I shower every single day. Jesus Christ, people. Are we really that dense???