u/Fearless_Leopard2621

I read a lot of Reddit stories, but I haven’t posted before so If I’m doing something wrong formatting wise, I apologize.

This story is more on the stupider side, and I personally don’t think I’m in the wrong, but I guess I understand where he is coming from.

Last night, my mother had a few friends over, as did I, (I’m 16, F btw)

I get hungry, and see there’s a bag in my house full of potatoes. I pick out three of the smallest potatoes (mind you there is 18 large potatoes left in the bag) and I make baked potatoes for me and my friends.

My step father (40, M) comes in the kitchen (he had been drinking too) and said “who said you could eat these potatoes?”

I said “no one, I’m hungry.” And he stormed off

Context, my step father is a rude, stubborn, hypocritical man with anger issues and I’m 90% bipolar disorder. Ever since I was 9, he has been constantly yelling at me, calling me names, commenting about my body, and calling me stupid (2/3 of his kids are failing school and I’m at the top of almost all my classes) I think the only reason my mom stays with him is because he can be really nice at times. (Also she isn’t with him for money has he is months behind on bills, and spends all his money on beer) his yelling used to make me cry (still does sometimes) but now I do find joy in ragebaiting him and giving him as much attitude as possible.

When he stormed outside I thought that was the end of it. About 10 minutes later I hear shouting from outside about potatoes. Me and my friends were the only ones inside. Him, my mom, and all her friends were outside.

I hear my mom’s friends start shouting at him, calling him disrespectful and disgusting, saying it doesn’t matter how many potatoes are left, if their children were hungry they’d let them eat the potatoes.

Again, mind you, 18 LARGE potatoes left, and he wasn’t doing anything with them for meals!

So I scream out the window “If you’re mad about the potatoes I’ll buy you more” because a bag is 5-7 dollars and I have a job.

My mom realizes me and my friends are all listening and sends us upstairs. Me and my friends go to my room because we can still hear them from the window upstairs. We hear my stepdad say “why doesn’t anyone care about my feelings” (I don’t know maybe because you don’t care about ours!!) and then he storms off and sleeps in his van. One of my mom’s friends stormed off too and me and my mom’s best friend carried her up to her bed.

Next day now, everyone’s acting like nothing has happened but I want to know AITA for making 3 baked potatoes

Edit: my post keeps getting removed, I’m very confused. I don’t think I violated any guidelines and there are stories far worse than Mine on this subreddit

I read a lot of Reddit stories, but I haven’t posted before so If I’m doing something wrong formatting wise, I apologize.

This story is more on the stupider side, and I personally don’t think I’m in the wrong, but I guess I understand where he is coming from.

Last night, my mother had a few friends over, as did I, and we were all drinking. (I’m 16, F and we were doing it from the comfort of our home. my two friends had permission from their parents to indulge)

I get hungry, and see there’s a bag in my house full of potatoes. I pick out three of the smallest potatoes (mind you there is 18 large potatoes left in the bag) and I make baked potatoes for me and my friends.

My step father (40, M) comes in the kitchen (he had been drinking too) and said “who said you could eat these potatoes?”

I said “no one, I’m hungry.” And he stormed off

Context, my step father is a rude, stubborn, hypocritical man with anger issues and I’m 90% bipolar disorder. Ever since I was 9, he has been constantly yelling at me, calling me names, commenting about my body, and calling me stupid (2/3 of his kids are failing school and I’m at the top of almost all my classes) I think the only reason my mom stays with him is because he can be really nice at times. (Also she isn’t with him for money has he is months behind on bills, and spends all his money on beer) his yelling used to make me cry (still does sometimes) but now I do find joy in ragebaiting him and giving him as much attitude as possible.

When he stormed outside I thought that was the end of it. About 10 minutes later I hear shouting from outside about potatoes. Me and my friends were the only ones inside. Him, my mom, and all her friends were outside.

I hear my mom’s friends start shouting at him, calling him disrespectful and disgusting, saying it doesn’t matter how many potatoes are left, if their children were hungry they’d let them eat the potatoes.

Again, mind you, 18 LARGE potatoes left, and he wasn’t doing anything with them for meals!

So I scream out the window “If you’re mad about the potatoes I’ll buy you more” because a bag is 5-7 dollars and I have a job.

My mom realizes me and my friends are all listening and sends us upstairs. Me and my friends go to my room because we can still hear them from the window upstairs. We hear my stepdad say “why doesn’t anyone care about my feelings” (I don’t know maybe because you don’t care about ours!!) and then he storms off and sleeps in his van. One of my mom’s friends stormed off too and me and my mom’s best friend carried her up to her bed.

Next day now, everyone’s acting like nothing has happened but I want to know AITA for making 3 baked potatoes