u/DementedPimento

Location: Denver, CO, USA

So this is a doozy. I’m in Denver Colorado first off, and so is everyone in this story.

My daughter moved out and in with her boyfriend and his mother a little over a year ago. I didn’t see her for a few months and when I did she’s obviously pregnant. Obviously. I say, omg sweetie and we get a test and she’s genuinely shocked. She’s 36 weeks and genuinely shocked because “I trusted his mom because she’s a nurse”

Because her boyfriend and her NURSE boyfriends mother had been convincing her for months she was just getting fat and “acting bipolar”

Then the boyfriend tells me “I should have just bought a test for her when mom first thought”

Now here’s the kicker. When they decided to raise the baby this woman went holy nuts. She called CPS about “neglect concerns” while my granddaughter was still in the NICU. She harassed the nurses in the floor to the point they came into the room and asked the boyfriend to call off his mom.

Come to find out-the mom’s just gotten engaged. And has made comments that lead me to believe she knew that my kid was pregnancy and did and said nothing, even when asked. With all that and the freaking out over not getting the baby-to the point I am worried she will show up here.

Today I found a card in a baby book that came from that house. Addressed to the mom. Congratulations on the adoption. Dated before she gave birth.

Now I might be a little mom headed here but I genuinely believe this woman and possibly her son knew she was pregnant and played on her naïveté and vulnerability (I only adopted her at 17 she’s had it rough) so the mom and new boyfriend can have a baby.

They also are holding all the things they purchased for her hostage because “she’s supposed to be mine”

Is this ok? Can they just do that? Would it even be worth speaking to a lawyer about?

I’m so angry and scared and it just seems so WRONG.

Thank you for any input

I have two friends, one I have been friends with for about 10 years (Friend A), the other is her boyfriend (Friend B) and we've co-befriended him due to the relationship.

A has always been very sweet, she used to be shy and withdrawn, low self-image due to medical and weight issues. When we first met her she was painfully timid and just wanted people to like her. We looked out for her and gave her a loving and supportive environment, she never complained and was always grateful for everything we did for her. She eventually gained enough confidence to ask B on a date, they hit it off and everything was great! We met him and approved of how he looked out for her wellbeing and constantly worked to help improve her self-confidence and self-image.

Fast forward to 4 years later, we bought a $3000 murphy bed for A to sleep on when she came down to visit (about an hours drive) prior to the two of them getting together. On a visit about two years after they had been together B told us that the murphy bed hurt A's back and they wouldn't be sleeping on it anymore. They bought an air mattress and set it up on the living room floor. OK, whatever. I asked if they could set it up in the guest room and was told that there wasn't enough room for it and them. Then B started unplugging our nightlights that we had to help guide us through the house at night because he couldn't sleep with lights on. B also put a hole in the air mattress and tried to say it was our fault and wanted us to replace the air mattress. We refused and they started sleeping on our living room furniture. Friend A, as I already stated, is overweight--about 400 lbs. B is also overweight and weighs about 300. The combined weight on either end of our reclining sofa caused the center to buckle to the point that the recliners no longer worked and we had to replace the 2 year old sofa. Luckily I bought insurance and the replacement sofa was partially covered.

We decided to go with a leather sofa and I bought my husband a matching leather recliner, totalling about $8000. A and B were very excited when they came down and began sleeping on them. I asked them not to several times, but have been disregarded and they say where are we supposed to sleep. B takes over the recliner when he is here both to sleep in and in general and hubby has to sit on the small love seat, even after we've repeatedly told him that it belongs to hubby. B also spilt sweet tea on the recliner then gotten upset that he lost his tea and didn't clean it up--we didn't realize it until after they left and the recliner made a sticky ripping noise when hubby sat in it.

A got violently ill night and threw up all over our sofa. They cleaned the seat (my spot that she claims when they come down) but not where it had gotten between the cushion and the arm, which once again we found out after they'd left.

I love A dearly but have reached a breaking point and don't want them to come down anymore. I've tried talking to them and they apologize but nothing seems to change.

AITAH for wanting to ban them from coming to my house anymore? I don't want to lose them as friends but at the same time I can't afford to keep replacing furniture.

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edit: you guys are amazing! I don't know why I never thought about having them stay in a hotel or airbnb, we consider A family and don't want to hurt her feelings. I think this is the perfect solution ❤️

Rerun Harg Nallin’ Scopio Peepio

My mom made a cake for mother's day. I was going to order a brownie-cake (her favourite), but she surprised me baking one herself. She loves cooking, and loves being praised for it (which I find endearing, because she really tries her best and the outcome it's usually amazing). She kept me away from the kitchen while she was "experimenting", and the result really smelled great (I even tried one, and it was de-li-cious!). I was praising her creation, while helping her cleaning, and then I noticed there was a broken glass container with a bit of melted chocolate in the trash. Concerned, I asked if she was allright or if she hurt herself, since she gets anxious in the kitchen trying to do too much and sometimes hurts herself without paying attention.

She said "oh, it's fine, it broke in the microwave, I didn't cut myself, and I scrapped everything so nothing was to waste". That shocked me. "You scrapped everything from the shattered glass?", I asked again. She got startled, as if she got caught saying something she didn't intend to say. "Oh, no...", she tried to minimize and change the subject, but after a little push, she went "well, yes, but don't worry, I checked carefully, I doubt there is any in there". She said so like it was a matter of fact that she could know without doubt if there was any bit of broken glass in a big blob of melted chocolate... Now, I didn't want to make her feel bad after all her hard work, so I just said "could you explain me how you did it, just to be certain it is safe?". This made her go defensive mode, and she just started complaining why I didn't trust her, refused to elaborate how she managed to "scrap it all safely", and threatened me with throwing it all away. I kept trying to talk to her (she sometimes gets really defensive when she believes someone is blaming her, so I try to be patient), trying to find middle ground between "either trust me or throw it all away", but I must admit the more she kept blaming me for not trusting her instead of actually talking to be certain of the risks involved, I lost my patience and told her "do wathever you want, throw it all away if you want!" and just left her.

Now I feel bad, because I didn't want to have an argument with her the day before mother's day, but I also feel like my trust was violated in the sense she was willing to risk her family's life out of pride, and the more I thought about it the angrier and sadder I got, because I had a piece and I could have hurt myself, like how could she hide that risk from me, from her family? Would she even have told me if I didn't find out? So now I'm crying, while trying to organize my mind and think clearly, looking for a way to talk to her on Monday, because she is the type of person that would go "either you are with me or against me", never middle ground. I love her, I don't want to ruin her day, but she is adamant she wants to serve this on Mother's day. Would I be the AH if I asked her please just to remove the filling? Would that even be safe enough for everyone or is there still risk a bit of glass remains? I don't know how to address this without hurting her feelings that doesn't involve me risking swallowing shards of glass.

Saw my spine doc today to discuss where the epidural should go. Her job, as a doctor, is to poke the painful spots until I scream and then have me do Office Twister.

First, she said it was pretty obvious I have HSD from how flexible I am, especially at my advanced age and where my injuries are. So even though I am old enough to remember when fire was fire, my flexibility is astonishing. Yay!!

Second, because of my HSD, I won’t need to be sedated for the epidural bc why; it seems my pain tolerance is legendary.

Third: I’m getting epidurals!