We are moving in together for the first time with another couple and moving expenses are… pricey in Brooklyn to say the least. My boyfriend is currently unemployed and has been for the last 8 months because he dropped out of his masters program to instead pursue a law degree starting this August. He studied for a month and had a strenuous application process that paid off because he will be getting a full ride.

Currently, I pay for (most) of our food expenses, gas, and apartment expenses such as furniture and other random things we need. His parents pay for his rent and assist in buying things for the new apartment at times as well.

Im getting frustrated because I thought he was going to get a small part time or minimum wage job while waiting for law school to start, but he’s shown no initiative to do this. He also got upset at me because I asked him to pick up something from the hardware store tomorrow while I’m at work so that we can have more time moving things and he was like “I’ll see if I have time”. This infuriated me because I work a full time job and still find time to do extracurriculars after work and help him with whatever he needs, but he can’t find time to pick up one thing to help me???? It just isn’t seeming fair. And then he gets upset any time I mention the disparity of how much more I pay for because I myself am finding that I am in financial strain.

I just feel stressed and overwhelmed and don’t know how to handle this situation. He is a great boyfriend overall and cares, but I’m starting to feel burdened by taking on most of the financial responsibility.

I (m24) fucked up woth my boyfriend today. He wNts me to pay taco bell now. I really messed up guys he is staring at me and i do not know what to do. I do not think i should have to pay taco bell.

I'm a 23-year-old woman, and I've been dating my boyfriend, Sam (23), for a while now. He's a genuinely good person—caring, loving, and always there for me. He listens to me, supports me, and treats me well.

About two months ago, I met his best friend (22). What drew me to him wasn't his looks, but his personality and intellect. I find him incredibly thoughtful and intelligent. It's not that my boyfriend isn't intelligent, but his best friend stands out to me in that way.

Recently, I found out that his best friend is still in contact with his exes, even though they cheated on him. When they came to him crying, he comforted and consoled them instead of being bitter. That made me admire him even more.

There was another incident too. One day, I casually told him that he should come meet us despite having a hectic schedule. He actually came, not just to see me but to spend time with both me and my boyfriend. He even said, "If you call me, how could I not come?" That gesture stayed with me.

Now I'm confused. Is it normal to feel this way? Am I just overthinking and admiring someone's personality, or is this becoming something more? Should I work on overcoming these feelings and stay emotionally devoted to my boyfriend? I really don't know what to make of all this.

was in vegas for the night on a family trip w my bf of 3 years - long story short we argued and i got drunk and started being super rude to him in front of his brother, i remember everything i just didn’t realize it had gotten so out of hand i guess. my bf isn’t a confrontational person so he never puts me in my place in situations when im angry or talking crap. we’ve argued like this before too but it’s never been in front of his fam. i feel really embarrassed for acting like such a bitch (,: just looking to see if anyone has ever been in similar situation 😭😭 (yes ik alcohol in excess is bad) i feel like alcohol is bringing the worst in me but even when im sober after an argument he just won’t communicate until i bring it up. im 26y/o latina and have only ever been in toxic relationships, this isn’t toxic just bad communication. def laying off the drinks, but is it me or him?!?!?!?!?! HELPPPP 😓

Im sorry for the wall of text, if you can please read it, there a TL;DR at the end aswell, thank you.

I'm a 21M, and my ex (23F) and I recently broke up after a relationship that, looking back, had become pretty toxic even though there was a lot of genuine love between us. For some background info throughout the relationship, we had a pattern of breaking up and getting back together. There were a lot of really amazing moments, like good moments that I've never had with my previous girlfriends. We had incredible chemistry, loved spending time together, had similar goals, and genuinely loved each other. Looking back, I never felt the love I did for this woman for anyone else. But there were also many unhealthy patterns.

Earlier in the relationship, she lied to me about continuing contact with her ex-fiancé, who had been abusive toward her. That damaged my trust, and I spent months dealing with anxiety because of it. We argued a lot about communication, trust, and feeling unheard. She has also been in multiple abusive relationships before me. Recently, we broke up again after the strain of my inability to trust her and the comments I made during that time. She said she just wanted to be friends.

A couple of days later, though, we spent an entire day together. She invited me to get tacos, called me "babe" multiple times, flirted with me, kissed me, invited me to sleep over, and we cuddled (she slept between my legs), and she even said things like, "Why do we play these games when we know we'll come back to each other?" That left me extremely confused because it felt like we were acting like a couple again, even though she had said she only wanted friendship the day prior.

That night, we disagreed because she wanted to cuddle in bed but asked me not to get an erection. I tried explaining that I wasn't horny and wasn't thinking of her sexually; I couldn't guarantee my body wouldn't react from physical contact. She responded by saying, "Can't you just not sexualize me?" She then said that other guys she'd been with had never had that problem, which made me feel embarrassed and as if I were being compared to other men. I respected her boundary and ended up sleeping on the couch.

I ended up bringing that up when we woke up. I told her all that and how it made me feel. She semi-apologized, but it was good enough for me to move on. Later in the morning, she was upset that I hadn't opened up enough about the breakup. I tried explaining that I didn't feel I could confide in her about how sad I was, especially since she was the one who ended things and said she wanted to be friends. We argued for about an hour. I eventually told her that I can't be here and cuddle with her and watch our show together if we're going to be friends. I think my brain meant it, but my heart didn't want to leave. She eventually told me that if I couldn't just be friends, I needed to stick to my word and leave.

Eventually, she threw my socks toward me (she was wearing them). I picked them up intending to throw them onto a nearby table out of frustration. They slipped out of my hand and accidentally hit her shoulder. It wasn't intentional. But intent doesn't change that it happened. She immediately started crying and became terrified. She told me I was just like the other men in her life. That completely broke me because I know what those men had done to her, and I never wanted to be anything like them. Her ex-fiancé strangled her, and she's had men sexually assault her. I wanted to show her that not all men are monsters, that some men are tender and caring, and it felt like I ruined everything I've tried to show her with that one action. She repeatedly told me to leave. I still didn't leave immediately, which I deeply regret. Eventually, we both started yelling "fuck you" at each other, and I slammed the door when I left.

Here's where I know I made mistakes. I should have left. Instead, I stayed because my belongings were still in the room, and I kept asking if I could grab them. She kept telling me to get out. My intentions were to try and calm her down and show her i wasn’t a threat (still not an excuse) At one point, she covered her ears, closed her eyes, and curled up on the couch while I was still trying to talk. I got frustrated and called her a toddler, which I regret.

She blocked my number and Instagram afterward. Now I'm sitting here trying to process everything. I know I handled parts of that morning terribly. I should have left the first time she asked. I should never have let myself get that angry. I regret yelling, calling her names, and staying when she wanted me gone. I think, reflecting I realized that in the multiple relationships I've had, I've never thrown anything, I've never yelled, I've never had a full-body anger that makes me want to pass out. This relationship brought something out of me that I never want to come out again. I've never done this to a partner, much less a woman.

At the same time, I also feel like the relationship has become unhealthy for both of us. Looking back, we constantly cycled between intimacy and breakups; both of us felt unheard, and we brought out sides in each other that I don't think either of us liked. I'm not looking for people to tell me she's evil or that I'm innocent. I'm trying to understand this honestly.

From an outside perspective: Was this relationship simply unhealthy for both of us? Does accidentally hitting someone with a sock during an argument, combined with not leaving when asked, make me abusive? Is it reasonable for me to feel both deep remorse for my actions and also recognize that this relationship wasn't healthy for either of us? If you were in my shoes, what lessons would you take from this without turning yourself into "the bad guy" forever? As I said, I never want this man to ever come out of me again. I want to be protective, I want to be tender, I don't want to be a man who yells, curses, or throws things out of anger.

TL;DR

I (21M) recently broke up with my ex (23F) after a long on-and-off relationship that had a lot of love but also became unhealthy. We tried being “just friends,” but ended up spending a day together acting like a couple again, which led to emotional confusion. The next morning, we argued about boundaries and communication, things escalated, and in a moment of frustration, I tried to throw something; it accidentally hit her. She became scared, said I was like the abusive men from her past, and told me to leave. I didn’t leave immediately; we both yelled, and I regret how I handled my anger and not leaving sooner. She blocked me, and now I’m trying to understand what happened, take responsibility, and figure out what lessons to learn without defining myself as a “bad person” forever.

So to start with, I'm 23, and I am a boy mom to two boys aged 1 year and 4 years old. Just this week, my husband and I bought the tickets to our second (anime) convention. We went to our first one in November of last year, and we took our two kids with us. It was fun! My husband and son dressed up in cosplay, and I didn't dress up because I waited way too late, like super last minute to attempt to look for a cosplay costume. My youngest was only 9 months old at the time of the 1st convention, so I couldn't dress him up either because there is no cosplay that small.

Now we are approaching our 2nd convention in August. My husband and I bought our cosplay, and we're both dressing up this time. I asked my best friend if she wouldn't mind watching our two boys while we're at the convention in the next town over for a day, and she agreed. I came up with a silly idea that made me laugh. I thought about if she wouldn't be able to watch them since she texted me that its not guaranteed. So I decided that if I had to take them with me and end up toting around a heavy wagon, then I should make it fun. I had the silly and ridiculous idea to dress up my 1 year old in a Strawberry Shortcake bow and tutu since its a convention, and no one dresses normal at a convention anyways. It's just harmless and silly dress up for a baby who doesn't know a circle from a triangle. My 4 year old however, will wear something like a Goku cosplay or some spiderman cosplay since there is something that can fit him, but there is still nothing that fits my little man. It's just for a couple hours anyways. It's harmless dress up. No one would even know he's a boy. He already gets mistaken for a little girl because of his long eyelashes, even when he's wearing all blue and very clearly has something like, "Baby brother" or "Momma's boy" on his clothes.

To clear up any confusion, I raise my little boys as boys all the time. They get dirty, play in dirt, fight with each other, etc. Today, my mom sent me a text. It was a bible verse saying something like I'm literally detesting God by putting my son in a dress. She then called me and lectured me that I'm cursing me/ my son's life by doing that, and I'm opening a door for the devil, and that it's demonic. She even went as far as saying that when he gets older, that he might develop a preference for wearing dresses because of this one little day that I put him in a bow and a tutu. Sheesh. That was so uncalled for and a bit extreme. He won't even remember any of this because he's only 1! I tried explaining to her many of times that it's a little harmless dress up, and cross dressing is extremely common in conventions and on top of that, that that's not how that works. My son won't suddenly decide at 12/13 that he wants to wear dresses because of ONE day he can't even remember! You think she listened? Nope! She even went as far as to say that God will curse me to never have a daughter of my own because I'm doing that. Like....ouch that really hurt my feelings. She knows how bad I want a little girl, and I think she's reaching and just trying to say anything to scare me from going through with this.

I know my mom is like this because she's a very devoted Christian woman, but that's just wrong and hurtful what she told me. Now me wanting a daughter has very little to do with the dress up because I absolutely love and adore my sons as they are. Everyone compliments my little family saying how I have such a beautiful family with my two boys, and I love that. One day though, I do hope for a daughter, but I never let that disrupt my bond I have with my two boys. It's simply a silly idea I thought of since literally no one dresses normal in conventions and there's literally no cosplay I could find sized 18-24 months. I've been to one convention already and I've seen two furries, and I personally love furries! Like there could be the manliest, most ripped, and buff guy there but he'll decide to cosplay as Strawberry Shortcake, but no one bats an eye or looks at him weird because it's a damn convention where people dress up and pretend to be their characters so no one would care about a baby wearing opposite gender clothing! Even if I did go up to people and tell them, they would probably just comment on how cute and adorable he looks in it.

Honestly, my mom can cry and lecture me about it until she's blue in the face. I'm a grown woman living in a whole different state away from her, so as long as I'm not abusing my kids, and I'm taking care of them, then it's not her business if that's what I choose to do with MY son. This isn't the first time I've put him in a bow and tutu! Last time I did, I didn't take him anywhere like that. I snapped a few pictures, my husband and I had a good laugh, then I took it off. I think she only thinks it's wrong because he's gonna be out in public like that, and I would be introducing him to people at the convention as a girl, using a fake girl name. I'm not giving people my real name either. I'm introducing myself with my fake name, Indigo, so what? I'm going to suffer in eternal damnation and suffering all because I had a little harmless fun at a convention? That's a messed up thing to tell anybody. Please tell me I'm not in the wrong for doing this, and is there anything I could tell her to get her to understand it better or at least not panic over it? I lied told her that I'm just gonna leave the boys with my best friend after all and that was the end of the conversation. Truth is, I already browsed Ebay and made a purchase for a matching bow and tutu. Obviously, I'm in a completely different state than her any she wouldn't know if I did or didn't take my sons with me. But I guess I'm just looking for advice on how to navigate this situation and reassurance that I'm not an awful mom for simply putting my child in opposite gender clothing. (One final thing to add, my husband feels the same as me and just thinks this is all a little harmless dress up, so he's on my side.)

Hi guys! I’ve never posted on reddit before so please be patient with me. My (18F) boyfriend (18M) and I went to a club for the first time with some friends a few months ago. It was both of our first time in the club and it was a gay club (we’re both bisexual please don’t come for us). We were especially careful of being safe, mainly focused on me as I’m a girl, which was a big mistake. He went to the bathroom and I told him to go (I hate public bathrooms because I’m a germaphobe) and we were both alone while he went. Big mistake I know!!! He came back and told me he had spilt his drink down his front (he was shirtless) and a girl he didn’t know had licked it off. We left immediately and he’s mostly gotten over it. Obviously I feel terrible for leaving him alone but this isn’t what the post is about. I returned to that club with my gay best friend last week and had an absolutely amazing time. I had asked my boyfriend before we went if he was okay with it and he said it was fine. He didn’t show any body language that said he wasn’t okay with it. I’m not posting this because he called me out for going back, I’m feeling guilty in my own mind. Is it wrong to go there even if he says it’s okay?? Any advice would be really appreciated.

to answer my question, i’m going to give some context.

before we met, my boyfriend (m19) used to smoke weed (eat edibles and all that stuff), i (f19) am not sure how to name them because i don't know much about drugs all the time, every day, every minute. even when we met, he used to do it, just not with me. when we started talking i made sure he knew that's not something i want in a relationship, i have nothing against people who smoke, i just wouldn't date someone who uses drugs. but he's not a loser addicted, he goes to the gym and is in shape, he has hobbies, he has his life together you could say.

we started dating three months after we met, and that same month we broke up because i found out he was smoking and doing weed while we were getting to know each other (when he was telling he wasn't doing it anymore because he wanted to be with me) we met may 2025 and starting dating july 2025, for clarification. i was clearly very upset, and crying really bad because i was very hurt. it's not even the weed, but the lie, he lied to me to my face all those months, it's hurts me to think he did not care about me.

we talked and he explained it to me, he's ashamed of his addiction and that it's hard for him to stop doing it completely, there's more to the conversation but that's pretty much it, he was aware of how much it hurt me that he lied to me yara vara. i forgave him, but we were trying again, we were not back together. he lied to me again, and again, and again, and again. there's no point in getting into those because it's the same, i find out he smoked, we argue really bad, and then we get back together.

so i told him you can smoke, just tell me because it hurts me that you lie to me. at that point, i thought i didn't care about the smoking, so he'd tell me every time he did it, but i cared so much, i couldn't not care, i just don't see myself with someone
who does weed or drugs. it didn't last two months, i was honest with him that i don't feel comfortable, i don't want to be with someone who smokes and that if he doesn't think about changing, we can't be together. he said he wanted to quit smoking for his own good, so he started to go to therapy. we were also having other problems, like pretty bad arguments and yelling and crying, the resentment between us was just crazy. it made us argue about so much dumb shit, but also serious shit.

but he started to go to therapy and it got better, honestly. he was really trying hard to quit. whenever he'd do it because he couldn't help it, he'd tell me, and how it made him feel. he was opening up to me about it, we were doing great.

he's been clean for a while now, a few months, last time was in december 2025. we were doing great, we talk about it sometimes, he knows how much it'd hurt another lie, because again i wouldn't be mad if he told me "hey i smoked, i fell for it" or whatever, it's the lie that kills me. especially because we spent so much time rebuilding this trust (just like we did in the past) before we'd rebuilt the trust and it'd be shattered again, it was terrible.
today, not long ago, his brother texted him asking if he took his edibles, and he said "no what the fuck" and i looked at his face because i know this man, i knew right away that he did, i just didn't want to believe it. but i asked him if he did, and he said no, and i told him to be honest and to tell me, and he told me the truth, that he just took one, it was just yesterday that he hasn't been doing it, he only did it because yesterday was his last day at work and he felt like he needed it to get through it. i don't know, to me it sounds like bullshit.

i didn't even want to hear his excuses, i told him he's a piece of shit, and he started to cry, we were at his house so i told him to drop me off at my house. he was trying to explain himself and i just told him to shut up. we didn't talk until we got to my house, i told him to not text me, and he was just crying and telling me that he's sorry, and explaining again. i didn't say anything and now i'm home thinking about this. we were planning on moving together next year, and we got a cat together in april.

he's a great man, he's not a bad person, he's a good son, and an amazing brother. he makes sure i am okay, and he always takes care of me, he listens, whenever i don't like something he does better, he makes me laugh, he makes sure i am happy, when i'm sad or crying he takes amazing care of me, he does his best to get along with my family and friends, he cares, he's loving, affectionate, he supports me no matter what. this is exactly why it hurts so much, because if you're this good, why do you keep doing this to me?

i'm so hurt honestly, i'm just wondering, is it normal for people who are trying to quit to act like this? i mean, he was doing really good until this, i don't even mind that he ate the edible but that he didn't tell me. am i being too controlling or is it valid?

So I have this friend (female) and have known her for multiple years and now have a boyfriend of one and a half years who I often bring to partys so he knows my friends and interacts with them regularly. In the past I often invited this girl to his house when he had like functions there so I'd have a friend of mine there too. Because she lives a little far away from his house she would often sleep there afterwards and I would too of course. I never had a problem with that but after some time she wouldn't even really announce it to me before .Then there was one weird evening were she said that she had to stay till 5 am because that is when the first train comes because she didn't want to sleep there this time but didn't really communicate that before and wasn't really excited to stay up for that long. After some time most of the other people were gone and I was tired too but he didn't want to leave her alone so they stayed in his living room together and I went to his room. Then at 5 am I texted him were he was because he still hadn't come to bed and he said that she would stay one more hour. Mind you before that she even counted down the hours because she wanted to go home so I was really confused because at this point they spend like 3 hours down there. After that I talked to both of them about how weird I found this incident but I would never think that either of them would betray me or anything because I trust both of them but I just didn't understood that situation. So after that there have been multiple functions were they would stay together really long on functions and I always told him that it made me uncomfortable but he says that he can't really talk to anyone else there (he's a really extrovert person who likes to get to know new people) so I still don't really understand it but am I the asshole here?

I have a best friend, I'll call her Sarah. We've been friends for quite a long time, almost 5 years, and I've always considered her my closest person. She's the only one I've been able to trust with everything I know. I told her all the secrets, the news, and even every little thing that happened in my life. Alas, I am the kind of person who, if he gets close to someone, wants to tell him all the details of his life. But Sarah is a little different. She was never very sociable and hyperactive like me, but she still told me a lot of things that were happening in her life. By the way, we're classmates, so we see each other every day at school.

I started to ruin everything at the beginning of this school year, when a new "Vika" came to our class. She was modest, but, as it turned out, only with strangers. Later, all the girls in the class and I became stronger friends. We began to communicate well and become friends. We have formed a narrower group of 5 people: Me, Sarah, Vika, Anna and Lisa. We had a good time together, we had fun. This school year was definitely the best of my life, thanks to my friends. For some reason, our whole class has become more cohesive in the last year of study together, but perhaps this is for the best. So.. After the new year, I noticed how Sarah began to get closer to Anna. Anna told Vika and Sarah her secrets and the like. She hid a lot from me and asked the girls not to tell me anything, I was hurt, but I later came to terms with it. The point is that Anna became another of Sarah's "best" friends, but I was still more important to her. But one day in May, when I was walking after classes at my music school, I saw Anna and Sarah walking, it was not surprising, because they often walked together, and in general they were going to go downtown together today to buy something. I was a little surprised why Sarah didn't ask me to go with her, but okay. But what really hurt me was that our FRIEND was walking with them. The dude is not from our class at all, we just saw each other sometimes for a physics consultation before the exam. As it turned out, the three of them were walking. Sarah didn't even think to call me because, as always, I can't. Agree, when your friends don't invite you for a walk because of the reason "we thought you'd be busy as always" it's a bit unpleasant.. As it turned out later, these three also have a closed group without me, Vicky and Lisa. I know it may sound silly, like I'm a jealous friend who doesn't allow her to go out with others, but I'm not like that. Sarah has a few friends she goes out with a lot, but I don't care. I'm just telling you my feelings and what scares me, that I started losing Sarah..

And now to the main point in this story. Neither Sarah nor I smoke, I would never even allow myself to try. Sarah tried it once, but she didn't like it, so I was sure she wouldn't smoke. But I've never interfered with other people's desires. Our friends Anna and Vika smoke, but I never made any comments to them, I never stopped communicating with him because of and the like. I'm comfortable with the fact that my friends smoke, I understand that it doesn't concern me and I don't care. The situation with alcohol is a bit different. One day we were at our mutual friend's birthday party, and all her friends and guests were drinking there, except for us. I didn't want to get fat, but I drank a little of what was poured for me. Sarah, in principle, did not drink that evening and did not want to. Since we had never drunk before, I thought it was normal, especially in the circle of those people. After that, Sarah took pictures of me with a bottle, and then she said at every opportunity that she had dirt on me and the like, that I was drinking and in general it was very bad. I knew it was a joke, and I wasn't offended by it. I'm basically not the kind of person who likes to be offended. Since childhood, I've been told that resentment won't solve anything and that it's stupid to be offended.

The first of July was our graduation. This is the day when we all wanted to have a blast. We all wanted to hang out and have fun. But that day I learned something... Back at the restaurant, when Sarah, Vika, and I went to the bathroom for a drink, I joked a little about Sarah, as usual, that she had never drunk and was sitting like a toddler who really wanted to try. And then I was told the truth that at a sleepover in October at Sarah's house, where Vika and Anna were, they drank 4 bottles. More than six months have passed since that, but they agreed not to tell me anything. Vika didn't understand why, but she didn't say it anyway. As Sarah explained, "it's because I was afraid of your reaction, that you'd judge me and all that," but even after that incident at the birthday party, she didn't want to tell. I was just shocked by what I heard, but somehow I got over it. By the way, I prepared gifts for Sarah and me on graduation day, because we had been friends all through high school, but as it turned out, she and Anna sat in another place, and Vika and I were left alone a few seats away from them. When we arrived at the sauna complex after the restaurant, where we rented a couple of houses for children and parents, the guys and I decided to play jenga. One guy who infuriated the whole class, and especially infuriated Sarah, asked her if she smoked because our friends were just passing emails to each other. And she even looked at him and said "YES." I, who was sitting between them, was in complete shock. After a minute, I ask her in her ear, "How long ago?" to which she turns around and says, "It's probably been a year." That's about the kind of dialogue we had.

—how long ago?"

"it's been a year, probably...

— WHAT?!?

— I was just afraid of your reaction, I thought you would judge me.

"Really?" And how did it happen?

— well, remember, I told you that I was walking with a girl and her friends, so that's when they made me try again, and I already liked it. And that's about the moment I started....

"I don't believe you."

I snatched a smoking bag out of someone's hands and forced her to do it in front of me, she sighed a couple of times without hesitation and looked at me like an innocent kitten.

After that, I abruptly stopped wanting to play fucking jenga, tears welled up in my eyes, I silently got up and left. At first, I sat down against one of the walls where the other guys were lying, but then when I couldn't hold back the tears, I went out. It wasn't the fact that she smokes that upset me, but the fact that she can easily tell the most stupid guy about it, but you have to hide it from me. Later, I sat down with Vika and asked if she knew. She said yes. Because of the loud music, we couldn't talk and decided to continue the conversation in correspondence.:

I-WHY DOES EVERYONE KNOW ABOUT THIS EXCEPT ME?

Vika, for fuck's sake.. Are you upset about this?

— of course, she's been hiding it from me for a year, and she hasn't said since October that you've been drinking. Even after that birthday. I don't understand why. Is that why I refused to be friends with you?

— in my opinion, communication is based on trust, but this, it turns out, is not.... I don't think you're capable of that, you won't give up on friends if they drink or smoke.

Then there was a long correspondence where I told her that I considered Sarah my best friend and trusted her with everything, and I thought that she trusted me, but I was so wrong, and Vika comforted me and said that her opinion was formed even when she was forbidden to tell me about it, and that I I have to decide if I need that kind of friendship, superficially friendship.

I couldn't get over it for a very long time, even though it was graduation and I wanted to have fun. Later, I finally came to my senses, had a few drinks, and started running around with the other guys. I tried to ignore Sarah that night. After graduation, I wanted to talk to her, but somehow I didn't dare. I knew that I couldn't just keep talking because she had hurt me too much. I stopped myself several times from writing her some bullshit as usual, or a meaningless video, or news about the World Cup. Then she asked me why I had been ignoring her for the second day, I just said that we needed to talk. She just replied, "It is necessary." I'm going to meet her somewhere today and discuss everything.

It really hurt me to find out that my only friend had been hiding something important for a year, but she calmly told a random person everything. I'm hurt that she's moving away from me, and I'm afraid she doesn't want to talk to me anymore, but she wants to out of a sense of duty and because she doesn't want to offend me. Maybe I should stop being friends after this, but I can't just erase five years of my life and all the memories with my best friend. As I said before, she's the only person I can trust. And she's basically my only friend. Besides, we have 2 more years of high school together. It might be more difficult because I, Sarah, Anna, and the guy they were hanging out with will be in the same class.

That seems to be it.. There are still some points that I omitted in order not to make the story too long, but it still turned out to be very long. Can you tell me how I feel about this situation, just forget about everything or continue to be friends as if nothing had happened? Am I stupid because I was offended by my friend because of this?

I don't wanna dox myself potentially, so if something feels off, that's why, but this is my real life rn and I'm feeling a little overwhelmed, but this is all true..

My mother has never put me or my siblings first in the choices in her life. (With the exception of giving us life, that is.) After she divorced my dad, she put us in a household with a drunk abusive man. For like, 8 years, and I swear to you it was almost daily I was watching violence done to my mom. When she was leaving him, we went back with my dad to live. He was verbally and emotionally abusive..I ran away a lot. I went into the foster care system.. My mother stayed having abusive relationships my young adult life and has lived with me several times throughout my adult life. Just since I've been married (26 years) she's been with the same man and he's broken her bones.. I've tried to get her away from him.. This last time, probably makes the third or fourth time I've tried to get her to come live with me and my husband.. She gets there and then leaves shortly after, I think the longest time it was two weeks.. We haven't seen each other in ten years because he keeps her on lock down pretty much.. In all kinds of ways. Technology wise she knows nothing and doesn't even have a smart phone. Idk if she's going to see doctors or not because her memory is so bad I think it might be early Alzheimer's.. And he pushed her down and she hit her head and called the police, and called me.. So I make a way for her to get here.. (I'm poor. I can pay my bills and that's it, I don't have extra money cause I haven't worked in months!) and she gets here, and she's all confused about really important stuff, like bank info and how long she's going to be staying (which we talked about her getting an appt etc, then she gets to my house and knows nothing?) She wants to "go back to her home" in less than 3 hours. I was beyond pissed! I've been trying to save this woman all my life..I don't know why I keep expecting her to choose herself and do the right thing and leave him .. So she goes home to her house with him and never let me know she was ok that day or the next.. When she called this morning I let it go to voicemail and listened to it about an hour later.. it was her (and him in the background) asking me if she can come and stay for a few weeks while his lawyer can get things together (there's a restraining order on him for beating her,) and he won't get in trouble.. HELL FING NO! Is my immediate feelings on this.. She doesn't give two shits about me, or even herself.. This would be for HIM! (And this is life disrupting stuff, things have to be provided for her.. I'll have to entertain etc.. I'm a pretty private person, and like my space..) I'm only as good as what I can do for her, so she won't have to stay/pay at a hotel. More using of me! Yay! I want to tell her no. She ran from my house like... Like she was scared or something. I'm just done. Am I a terrible daughter, neither of my siblings will do any of this for her. It's just me and my husband (who's an angel for real dealing with all this shit in my family.. There's more but different time) and her shitty abusive "boyfriend" (they're in their 70s!)

(Post originally got taken down. “Screaming” is not screaming, it should be obvious what I mean by context.)

Throwaway account, my husband has my main and would be furious if he found out I’d brought this to the internet. Also, I am Canadian, and he has lived in Canada for many years, since before meeting me. We recently took a trip to New Jersey, where he grew up and his family lives. This was our first time visiting his family together and my first time in the US.

Immediately upon arrival I noticed there were many things different than in Canada, especially in people’s behaviour. My husband (and his family when they came to visit us) have always been very bold and not caring about what other people think, which is a quality that drew me to him. However, I am starting to see this is not unique, and how most Americans act. I cannot tell you how many times in the four days I was there I was completely ignored by people, even my own server at a restaurant, and everyone acted like it was normal. I am starting to see my husband and his family are the more toned down ones here.

As a Canadian in the US, I wanted to spend time shopping at stores I can’t go to in Canada, and where I live there is no Ulta. It was the store besides Target I was most excited to go to because I love makeup and wanted to try products I couldn’t normally get. I went with my SIL who was excited to take me there. When we arrived she went off to buy her own stuff and I started looking around. However it was impossible to do so as there were so many children in the aisles. In Canada, this would never be a problem in Sephora.

I was excited to try Morphe as I haven’t been able to find it in Canadian stores, but of course this little girl was there making a mess of the samplers. I kindly asked her to move away and she completely ignored me, continuing to block the entire display and try on all the makeup. I once again asked her to move and she ignored me again. Personally I am against children wearing makeup, and my future daughter will not be wearing makeup until she turns 16. I love makeup but in my opinion you have to feel confident in yourself first before putting on makeup and going down a path of “needing it” which I have gone down before.

I do not control other people’s children, and they can parent how they see fit. However, this little girls parents were nowhere to be found and since I was a paying customer, it was ridiculous I couldn’t browse due to a child, who should not be wearing any sort of makeup (she looked about 9 years old) being in my way. I asked her once again to move as since she wasn’t a paying customer she should not be trying on makeup in the store, and this girl looks up at me and says “Can you move? I can barely see my shade match with your shadow blocking the mirror.” I will admit this struck a nerve with me as I have always been bigger, another reason why wearing makeup felt necessary for me as a young teen. It was the only way I felt I could be beautiful. I have managed to work past that in therapy and am now quite confident in my body, but after a weekend of being acted rudely towards,this really struck a nerve and I reached out and screamed at her. It wasn’t very hard, but she immediately started crying and jumped up from her spot to run away. I felt bad of course, because she was not my child to discipline, however I would like to say that if she were my child, she absolutely deserved it. No child of mine would say something to an adult, a stranger in a store and not be punished.

After she left, I didn’t know what to do, but since she had left the store I resumed shopping. I did feel bad though, and when our vacation was over the next day, I told my husband while we were in bed. I was hoping he would reassure me that while it maybe wasn’t the best decision, it was justified based on what she said and how she acted leading up to the slap. Instead he got extremely mad at me. He told me he would never condone “screaming” a child, even if they were being disrespectful, and left the bed to go sleep on the couch to “cool off”. He left for work this morning after pointedly not talking to me. I do understand I shouldn’t have done it to someone else’s child, but I believe the way she acted justified it somewhat. AITA?

I’ve been staying with my boyfriend and his family for the summer until we go back to college. Lately, I’ve noticed something that’s really been bothering me. I wake up early every morning for work, and when I come home around 12–2 p.m., he’s usually still in bed or sitting at his computer. Most days, he still hasn’t brushed his teeth, washed his face, or done anything hygiene related. He doesn’t have a summer job, so he’s usually just playing games with his cousin, watching TV, or staying in his room.
Yesterday, his family and I went to watch fireworks. We were outside in 95degree weather for hours, and when we got home, he still didn’t take a shower. I honestly thought that was kind of gross.
Then today, we ended up going to another fireworks show with my brothers. It was a last minute plan, but after being outside again, we got home and he still decided not to shower. That’s when I finally asked him about it.
I asked him what time did he gets ready today, and he said around 3 p.m., which honestly didn’t make much sense to me because he also told me he’s usually awake between 10 a.m. and 12 p.m. every day. To me, it seems like he spends hours awake before doing any basic hygiene, if he does it at all.
I told him that I didn’t understand why he waits so long to take care of himself and reminded him that he’s a grown man. He immediately called me rude for bringing it up.
The thing is, I’m a really clean person. Hygiene is important to me. I don’t enjoy trying to kiss my boyfriend at 5 p.m. when his breath smells like he still hasn’t brushed his teeth. I’m not trying to be mean or shame him,,,,,I just want him to take better care of himself. This isn’t just an occasional thing, it happens almost every day unless we have somewhere to be early in the morning. Every day I come home from work, he’s still in bed or on his computer and hasn’t done anything hygiene-wise. It’s becoming a real turnoff for me.

This is the full story from beginning to end from my last post I apologize it wasn’t the full story. From the tip top, of this story. My brother is not a tenant on the lease, he lives with us because we do not want him to be homeless. Me and my mother are the ONLY tenants on our lease, and she is fully disabled, he just started paying rent after 1.5 years of him supposed to be saving to move out with many issues in between after about 4-5 years, NOW today he comes home with a dog after work and says “i saved a dog and we have a new member for now” to our mother. She told me we can’t have another dog come in So after about 5-10 mins of him talking to his dog and this new dog I hear him say “oh you might be getting a new girl to his male dog” (all of our other dogs are female and rescues) so I’m like “yo you cannot keep the dog” ( he doesnt even make time to take care of his current dog. I feed, water, and take his dog outside more than he does)… he pops off “you’re not gonna tell me what do” rather than saying “the dog isn’t staying here the pound doesn’t open till tomorrow” a huge issue happens after about an hour past of me talking to him and trying to understand his perspective he said the problem came in when I didn’t ask if he was keeping the dog. I asked him why should your answer have changed depending the scenario you were put in and he said it shouldn’t have.

I need to know if I’m in the wrong it’s eating at me

For context, I (27 male) have been dating my girlfriend Reyna (22 female) for six months now and recently we have decided to take things to the next level by meeting each other’s family. Reyna came by my parent’s house for dinner last weekend and things went great. My family loved her and she had a good time. This weekend I went to meet Reyna’s family and I can’t say I things went so well.
Me and Reyna are very secure in our relationship, the type of secure where you can see an objectively attractive girl on the street and turn to her and say “damn she’s hot” and not make eachother feel threatened. Well when we first agreed to meet each others family Reyna was showing me family photos on her mothers Facebook account. I’m not trying to be a jerk when I say this but Reyna’s mom is smoking, like seriously a fire hazard. She looks more like she could be Reyna’s sister than her mom, and recently returned from a trip to Mexico for a sick boob job. So obviously I joke to Reyna “Holy crap your mom is such a MILF!” When I tell you Reyna might have passed out from laughing so hard I wouldn’t be exaggerating. It become a sort of inside joke between us like we went to get Reyna a new sports bra from Lululemon (or whatever overpriced store she dragged me to) and said “Wow I’d like to see your mom in that”, or when we went to watch a 18+ movie she suggested I would prefer to see her mother as the female lead. You get the picture. So anyway, I saw this ad on Instagram for funny graphic tee’s and when I saw a shirt for sale that said “I heart MILF’s”, well the purchase was guaranteed. This weekend, before we left, I put the shirt on and pulled a sweater over top before Reyna couldn’t see. Then when we arrived at the house as soon as she knocked on the door I pretended that I forgot something in the truck and ripped off my hoodie then run back just as her mom opened the door. See, Reyna’s mom is a fifty something year old woman, what person so old would know what that acronym meant, just a funny inside joke between me and my girl right? Wrong, because apparently this fifty something year olds husband knew what it ment and was livid. He started yelling at me, and this guy was a BIG guy, so I was too afraid to even remember the things he said all I knew was that I needed to get the hell out of there before Reyna’s dad beat the crap out of me. I sprinted to truck and called out for Reyna to fallow but she stayed put and even called me some seriously hurtful stuff. I really thought it would just be a funny joke we could laugh over later I never expected it to go so badly. I drove home without her and now she’s sleeping at her parents and I don’t know what to do. I honestly don’t think I’m in the wrong, she thought the joke was funny too, and I feel like it’s pretty dramatic to be jealous of the sexual attention your own mother receives. I thought I would take it Reddit to see if I should apologize because she did seem hella pissed. So Reddit am I the a-hole

Yo am I in the wrong? My brother came home with a dog, said “we have a new member for now” to my mother so she relayed that to me so I told him “yo you cannot keep the dog.” He proceeded to tell me “your not gonna tell me what to do” when his original plan was to take the dog to the pound when it was open (I didn’t know animal control wouldn’t come out) rather than saying “no the dog will not be staying he the pound is closed until tomorrow” a big ass issue started

psa supposedly I said it in some type of manner or way that he could tell I was irritated asf

I need to know if I’m in the wrong it’s fucking killing me

My girlfriend struggles with insecurity and low self-esteem, and we’ve been together for a while.
I have a lot more female friends than male friends. They’re all 100% platonic—I’ve never cheated, flirted with them, or given my girlfriend a reason not to trust me. Most of these friendships existed before my relationship.
My girlfriend says she’s uncomfortable with me hanging out with them one-on-one or even in small groups (like 2 girls and me) unless she’s there too. She says if I do hang out with them, she wants to be present.
The thing is, I feel like that’s unfair. I understand wanting healthy boundaries, but I also don’t think it’s reasonable to expect me to stop spending time with long-term friends just because they’re women.
At the same time, she hangs out with her own friends without me, and I don’t have an issue with it. I know those are all girls, so it’s not an identical situation, but it still feels like I don’t have the same freedom she does.
I’m not trying to choose my friends over my relationship, and I want her to feel secure. I just don’t know if this is a reasonable boundary or if it’s crossing into being controlling.
Am I in the wrong for wanting to hang out with my female friends without my girlfriend being there?