u/Frosty-Builder-9326

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I am a 28 female I have been married for 7 years to my husband 34 male. Every other week my husband goes and hangs out with his friends and it's not like they're drinking or going to the bars they're literally hanging out at one of their houses playing D&D or Magic the gathering. I have no interest in D&D or magic so I'm happy that he has a group of friends that he can hang out with. He hangs out with friends from 6:00 p.m. to 1:00 a.m. every other Saturday I don't really say anything to him about it because he does deserve to have time to himself even though It can sometimes be an inconvenience but telling him to cancel a night due to life events for a fun activity I would like to do can cause him to complain and get upset that he never gets to hang out with his friends. We currently share a car after his became unrepairable. I also help take care of my younger special needs brother so during the weekends I like to take him out and do something fun for him since he doesn't get to leave the house much during the weekdays.

My husband asked me today if it was okay for him to hang out with his friends this Saturday. I didn't really have anything planned so I told them that's fine he told me okay well I'll be gone from noon to 10:00 p.m. Saturday. That caught me off guard because usually he never takes a full day to hang out with his friends. I asked if he could possibly carpool with a friend so I could have the car but he said that he would need the car. I let him know that I didn't think he needed 10 hours to hang out with his friends and that we could possibly compromise with it may be being just 5 hours he told me that his friends were going to a game store for pre-release and then playing D&D after so they would need the full 10 hours. I let him know that he needs to be realistic and understand that it's not fair to take our only form of transportation to go hang out with his friends for 10 hours while I'm here with my special needs brother it's not fair to either of us. He ended up getting upset telling me that he didn't go out the last two Saturdays so he deserves time to spend with his friends even though I had nothing to do with him not going the last two Saturdays it was due to the fact that one of his friends was out of state visiting family.

I'm irritated we've been married for 7 years and when he argues with me on this I feel like a mom telling her kid that he can't hang out with his friends and it really shouldn't be that way in a marriage. Am I being a b!tch for wanting him to be realistic about how much time he spends with his friends?.

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I am a Utah native born and raised and I had the privilege of being able to know my great grandma. She was the sweetest lady and loved her grandkids. Being young I remember going to my great grandma's quite often with my cousins/siblings.

There were only two girls on that side of the family me and my cousin and my cousin would rarely be at my great grandmother's house so I was stuck with all the boys and I remember them telling a story on how great grandma's house was haunted but there were two stories I was told one of them was that a little boy got hit in the road in front of my great grandma's house. The road that my great grandma lived on was commonly used for drag racing or people speeding back and forth I remember it was a 25 road and people were usually doing 45 or 50 down the road. kids getting hit or hurt in the road was very common even when the neighborhood was new in the 1950s. We were never allowed to cross the street or even play on the sidewalk near the street we had to stay right on the lawn or get in big trouble if you didn't listen.

The second story I was told was when my great-grandfather purchased the home in the early 1960s the original owners who built the home sold it because one of their children had a fallen off the top of a bunk bed in one of the rooms and split his head open and died. These were the two stories I remember being told by my cousins and interestingly enough my great uncle would tell us that there was a ghost of a little boy that haunts the house and that he had seen him on multiple occasions. My great grandma would get upset if he started talking about the house being haunted she didn't want him to scare us and told him not to talk about it. My first real experience in the house I was about 7 years old it was Thanksgiving and I was dropped off at my great grandma's while my mom was helping with the cooking at my grandma's. It was always a thing being a kid that you would have take a nap in the middle of the day and my great grandma was no exception to that I remember she put me in the room that originally was my grandma's room which everybody referred to as the cold room it could be 100° in July in that room would probably stay in the mid-60s. And the house was too old to have any type of AC built into it for some reason the room was always cold.

In the middle of my nap I woke up it felt like somebody sitting on the end of the bed it didn't feel like the weight of an adult but somebody smaller. I didn't see anyone the curtains were drawn the door was closed so I closed my eyes and tried to nap but It still felt like somebody was sitting at the bottom of the bed. A few minutes later the bottom of the bed started bouncing as if somebody was sitting on the bed and bouncing up and down. I immediately open my eyes but I didn't see anything I can see the bottom of the bed bouncing up and down it was shaking the whole bed and I was terrified immediately I throw the blankets off jump out of the bed open the door and run across the hall into the bathroom. I sat there for a few minutes trying to understand what happened and then I came out my great grandma was at the kitchen table having coffee I was scared that she was going to make me go back in to finish my nap but luckily I was able to tell her I wasn't tired anymore and if I could just play with my dolls and she let me I was relieved that I didn't have to go back into that room. I would have another encounter only a few months later it was me my youngest uncle who is only about 6 years older than me and my older brother. We were playing with mega blocks and the cold room was basically used as a playroom because my grandma stored any toys in the closet of that room. While we were playing we started to hear a little bell go off almost like a little bells that you would have on your bike and it kept ringing and then you heard this weird clicking sound and we realized that that sound was coming from the cold room. My Great grandma came in to the room saw that all three of us were in the front room playing with the blocks and had the most confused look on her face. My great-uncle got up and said I'll go get it walked into that room and pulled out an old Fisher-Price activity center toy that had to have been from the '60s he placed it on the coffee table he then told my great grandma he sure likes to play with this one while he chuckled.

I wouldn't understand until I was a lot older when my mom told me about her experiences in that house as a child and one of them was with that Fisher Price activity center would constantly ring the little bell you would hear in the little flaps and trinkets would move on it constantly when nobody was playing with it. She said that one time while she was in my great grandma's room she saw her jewelry box levitate in the air as if somebody was holding it and immediately drop when her mom walked in the room it also happened when great grandma who wore wigs in the 60s to 70s saw her wig head levitating in the air and suddenly drop when she went into her room to grab something. But it was my late great grandpa and great uncle who seemed to interact with the spirit most my great uncle would tell us that he would see the little boy peeking out from the cold room or my great grandma's room down the hall sometimes his records would be pulled off the shelf in his room. My great grandpa who loved his garage no one was allowed to go in there complained to my great grandma that while he was working on his car he saw little feet walking around the garage he thought it was one of his kids but then realized the feet were way too little to be any of his children at the time. This has been going on for years since my grandmother was a tween and my mom was a little girl and they all experienced things going on in this house. My great grandmother passed away when I was 9 and my great-uncle lived in that house until he passed away in 2022 eventually my other great uncle ( his older brother) decided to sell the house I came over with my husband to help clean and pack up things in the house I remember telling my other great uncle on how the older cousins would tease us that the house was haunted as kids. He was very honest and said well a little boy died here before my dad bought house. I asked him how he knew that and he said it was on the property records. I asked my uncle how the little boy died he said according to the records he fell and hit his head climbing out of his bed. I got chills realizing it wasn't just scary stories my cousins would tell me but something very real even going into the house is an adult for the last time I still stayed clear of the cold room.

I am a Utah native born and raised and I had the privilege of being able to know my great grandma. She was the sweetest lady and loved her grandkids. Being young I remember going to my great grandma's quite often with my cousins/siblings.

There were only two girls on that side of the family me and my cousin and my cousin would rarely be at my great grandmother's house so I was stuck with all the boys and I remember them telling a story on how great grandma's house was haunted but there were two stories I was told one of them was that a little boy got hit in the road in front of my great grandma's house. The road that my great grandma lived on was commonly used for drag racing or people speeding back and forth I remember it was a 25 road and people were usually doing 45 or 50 down the road. kids getting hit or hurt in the road was very common even when the neighborhood was new in the 1950s. We were never allowed to cross the street or even play on the sidewalk near the street we had to stay right on the lawn or get in big trouble if you didn't listen.

The second story I was told was when my great-grandfather purchased the home in the early 1960s the original owners who built the home sold it because one of their children had a fallen off the top of a bunk bed in one of the rooms and split his head open and died. These were the two stories I remember being told by my cousins and interestingly enough my great uncle would tell us that there was a ghost of a little boy that haunts the house and that he had seen him on multiple occasions. My great grandma would get upset if he started talking about the house being haunted she didn't want him to scare us and told him not to talk about it. My first real experience in the house I was about 7 years old it was Thanksgiving and I was dropped off at my great grandma's while my mom was helping with the cooking at my grandma's. It was always a thing being a kid that you would have to take a nap in the middle of the day and my great grandma was no exception to that I remember she put me in the room that originally was my grandma's room which everybody referred to as the cold room it could be 100° in July in that room would probably stay in the mid-60s. And the house was too old to have any type of AC built into it for some reason the room was always cold.

I remember falling asleep and a little while later I woke up to what felt like somebody sitting on the end of the bed it didn't feel like the weight of an adult but somebody smaller. I remember opening my eyes a little bit and I didn't see anybody curtains were drawn the door was closed so I close my eyes and tried to go back to sleep but It still felt like somebody was sitting at the bottom of the bed. A few minutes later the bottom of the bed started bouncing as if somebody was sitting on the bed and bouncing up and down. I immediately open my eyes but I didn't see anything I can see the bottom of the bed bouncing up and down it was shaking the whole bed and I was terrified immediately I throw the blankets off jump out of the bed open the door and run across the hall into the bathroom. I sat there for a few minutes trying to understand what happened and then I came out my great grandma was at the kitchen table having coffee I was scared that she was going to make me go back in to finish my nap but luckily I was able to tell her I wasn't tired anymore and if I could just play with my dolls and she let me I was relieved that I didn't have to go back into that room. I would have another encounter only a few months later it was me my youngest uncle who is only about 6 years older than me and my older brother. We were playing with mega blocks and the cold room was basically used as a playroom because my grandma stored any toys in the closet of that room. While we were playing we started to hear a little bell go off almost like a little bells that you would have on your bike and it kept ringing and then you heard this weird clicking sound and we realized that that sound was coming from the cold room. My Great grandma came in to the room saw that all three of us were in the front room playing with the blocks and had the most confused look on her face. My great-uncle got up and said I'll go get it walked into that room and pulled out an old Fisher-Price activity center toy that had to have been from the '60s he placed it on the coffee table he then told my great grandma he sure likes to play with this one while he chuckled.

I wouldn't realize until I was a lot older when my mom told me about her experiences in that house as a child and one of them was with that Fisher Price activity center would constantly ring the little bell you would hear in the little flaps and trinkets would move on it constantly when nobody was playing with it. She said that one time while she was in my great grandma's room she saw her jewelry box levitate in the air as if somebody was holding it and immediately drop when her mom walked in the room it also happened when great grandma who wore wigs in the 60s to 70s saw her wig head levitating in the air and suddenly drop when she went into her room to grab something. But it was my late great grandpa and great uncle who seemed to interact with the spirit most my great uncle would tell us that he would see the little boy peeking out from the cold room or my great grandma's room down the hall sometimes his records would be pulled off the shelf in his room. My great grandpa who loved his garage no one was allowed to go in there complained to my great grandma that while he was working on his car he saw little feet walking around the garage he thought it was one of his kids but then realized the feet were way too little to be any of his children at the time. This has been going on for years since my grandmother was a tween and my mom was a little girl and they all experienced things going on in this house. My great grandmother passed away when I was 9 and my great-uncle lived in that house until he passed away in 2022 eventually my other great uncle ( his older brother) decided to sell the house I came over with my husband to help clean and pack up things in the house I remember telling my other great uncle on how the older cousins would tease us that the house was haunted as kids. He was very honest and said well a little boy died here before my dad bought house. I asked him how he knew that and he said it was on the property records. I asked my uncle how the little boy died he said according to the records he fell and hit his head climbing out of his bed. I got chills realizing it wasn't just scary stories my cousins would tell me but something very real even going into the house is an adult for the last time I still stayed clear of the cold room.