Back before Christmas my (24 Non binary ) credit card went missing for a few hours. Come to find out, my cousin (14f) took it to buy a big order off the Pokemon center site. I was furious, told her mother she owed me and scolded my cousin who simply tried to blame her autism. Since then I've cancelled the card.
Here's the thing, I like Pokemon so I didn't cancel the order, but come to find out, the stuff she ordered was Limited Edition and they're sold out. It came in the mail today and I took a picture of the stuff and sent it to my aunt saying thanks for the gifts! XOXO!
Now my cousin is a crying mess because she really wanted that stuffed animals and figures but I won't budge. My aunt was the one who showed her the picture. Aunt is begging me to sell her the stuff now to keep my cousin from crying and throwing a tantrum. Telling me I'm a huge asshole.
Added info: No my aunt didn't pay me back when I told her about the theft, she said I would have kept a better eye on my wallet
Added: as to why it came to my address, when I found out she took my credit card I got her to confess what site she bought from and changed shipping to me. Since it was same day order the customer service was able to put my address in.
So i (F18) have 5 little siblings (2m) (4f) (5f) (7m) and (10m). I adore them to the max. My mom knows this, so it’s a normal thing for her to pawn them off to me while she works because she doesn’t “want distractions” and i won’t complain. I am basically their mother from monday to friday. I wake them, make them breakfast while i’m already in my class, i help the oldest 3 with school/homework, i bathe all except the two oldest, the whole works.
This is has been an everyday thing even before quarantine. Since forever, my aunt has been dropping her kids off to my mom so she can go out to party. Then i end up caring for them. My aunt has 4 kids (10 month old) (4m) (9f) (13f). My mom allows her to drop them off and she’s gone for sometimes weeks on end. It’s helpful with the 13 year old around sometimes but i hate putting a lot ofpressure on her all the time.
I’ve complained to my mom since October when i realized my grades were dropping and my mom never listened. December she started receiving calls from my school explaining i was doing poorly and she just yelled at me to “do better”. The end of the semester is next week, i’ve been under so much stress as my aunt dropped her kids off 2 weeks ago and has been on social media posting about partying in Vegas.
I am in danger of failing 3 classes and if i do, i’ll have to do the 12th grade over again. I snapped at my mom a few hours ago and said that if my aunt didn’t pick her kids up today, i will call CPS and report her. My mom immediately got angry and asked how i could be heartless and say such thing. My mom thinks i’m being insensitive to my aunt “wanting her life back from time to time” and i’d never understand being a parent. ironic.
I feel like i may be TA because i let the stress get the better of me and say that. I’d never want my aunt to lost custody so i feel like i might be the asshole for threatening her. AITA
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Someone asked for info but i lost the comment so i’ll edit it in My dad wants nothing to do with us. He said so himself. He left a year ago and has a new family. He blocked us on all social media and stuff so there’s no way i could even get in contact with him. Some people are saying CPS was a huge leap and others are saying to do it. I just wanted to scare my aunt so she can come back to care for then and i can focus the next few days on my classes and school work. But if CPS is necessary, ill do it if it’s my last option. I trust my guidance counselor and i’ll talk to her
A teen who reported her own family for attending the DC Capitol
protest insurrection/coup started a GoFundMe to get her through college. Just want to spread the word.
Not sure if this is the right place for this, if it's not please let me know and I'll remove it.
I’m currently single but for some reason my aunt has decided I need advice on ‘how to keep a man’, I’m not sure why she’s focused on my dating life but it’s her favourite topic of conversation. Regardless of how often she’s told to stop or change the subject she still insists on giving me ‘advice’.
Her advice is bad like I’m certain some of it borders on abuse, for example she’s told me to:
Not let my future boyfriend be friends with other women.
Not let him go out alone unless it’s too work.
Make him pay for everything.
Make a list of relationship rules for him to follow.
These are just the ones that stood out as awful too me and they must be wrong because my aunt has now been divorced 4 times, it’s always her ex’s who initiate the divorce but all she ever says about the divorce is that her ex’s are “weak men who don’t understand how to sustain a healthy relationship with a mature woman”.
She stopped by today and within 30 minutes started dishing out her advice to me again, she’d been asked to stop twice at this point but was still mid rant. I couldn’t take it anymore so I loudly said “why would I follow the relationship advice of someone who’s been divorced 4 times by the age of 50?”.
She stared at me and then went mental like crying while shouting about how I was rude/cruel/arrogant and that I should be grateful someone was willing to help me get a relationship after being single for so long. I’m 18, I’m happy being single right now.
She left shortly after this, mums telling me bringing up aunt’s divorces was an unnecessary low blow and I should have just ignored her because she had good intentions. Dad just said ‘she had it coming’ and hasn’t mentioned it again.
I’m starting to have second thoughts about how I handled it because she is sensitive about her divorces and being single again at her age but I couldn’t think of another way to get her to stop. So AITA?
My son Eric passed away 3 years ago when he was 7. My life basically fell apart after that and I was not in a good place. I (29,M) only started therapy over a year ago and it’s been helping me a lot. I’m able to talk about Eric a little more and even finally worked up to visiting his grave for the first time since his funeral.
Since July of last year my aunt has been calling me to see how I’m doing and I found out she became friends with this lady who happens to be a Medium. I’ve actually heard of this lady before because a few years back my grandma did a reading once and got some very accurate detailed info. I’m not a skeptic or a believer, I have respect for people who possess those gifts and absolute disdain for others who just scam people.
Anyways my aunt has been seeing her regularly and she says they’ve contacted Eric during their sessions. She always wants to tell me about their conversations in sessions but I’ve always shut her down.
Even if I’m in the middle between believing and not believing, I don’t want to talk about my son like if she just chatted with him the other day.
I can’t explain what it does to me but it just hurts too much. I’m okay with talking about him, but not listen to all the things she claims he’s told her from the afterlife. I’ve had this talk with my aunt almost everytime she tries to bring up their sessions.
She doesn’t understand why I wouldn’t want to know what my son has to say and this always lead to heated arguments. A few weeks ago she had another session and came to me right after.
Finally I told her if she keeps insisting on talking about this then I don’t want to speak with her at all and she’s not allowed to come to my place anymore. My aunt looked deeply hurt but she walked out of the house. I haven’t gotten any calls except from my uncle who was concerned why we’re not talking.
When I told him everything he says he understands my feelings but maybe I should learn to understand hers and this is her way of grieving too. That she probably thinks since it’s helping her that it can help me too to hear from my son. And he doesn’t think I’m being fair kicking her out of my life when she’s been the closest thing to a mom to me my whole life (which is true).
His death has been really hard on me and sometimes I get to overwhelmed with my emotions. That’s why I’m here asking if I was the asshole incase I was too hard on her by not allowing her to stop by anymore.
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So this happened 3 years ago, way before the pandemic had started, thus live-streaming at funerals was extremely weird back then.
My aunt (by marriage to my uncle) has always been quite entitled. It had always been very clear to my entire family from the start that she mainly married my uncle for his money and expected to always be treated like a princess by him (and everyone else around her) and always got a horrible attitude whenever things didn't go exactly as she wanted.
My mother had just passed away from cancer after only having been diagnosed a few months prior, and we were doing final preparations for her funeral that would take place the next day. Note, I was just 19 during this time, and with everything that had happened, I of course already was not in the best state of mind. I was very much grieving the loss of my mother who I was extremely close to and just wanted everything to go as smoothly as possible without any hassle of disturbances that could potentially make me even more stressed out and depressed. Thus, I decided that I did not want to have young children at the funeral. At least not during the reception and the speeches. Young children make lots of noise, especially when it's very quiet and they are in "negative" environments where there is a lot of sadness and when they aren't the center of their parent's attention. I didn't want anything to disturb the reception and the people who wanted to give a speech about my mother, and thus I did not want any young children to attend.
Everyone who got invited for the funeral with young children was very understanding and did not make any fuss about it. Everyone except for my aunt.
I first told my uncle that I didn't want any young children to attend the funeral a few days before, and thus asked him if he could make sure he got a babysitter for his 1 year old son. He appeared to not have any problem with it and said he'd tell my aunt about it. That night I got a text from him asking why I didn't want any young children to attend. I explained the above mentioned reasons to him, and then he asked if I couldn't make an exception for his son. I found this to be very odd and very annoying and said that I would not be making any exceptions for anyone. The following day in the evening, I received yet another text message from him, yet this time it had very emotionally manipulative undertones to it. He said something along the lines of "Please don't make this time harder on us than it already is... keep reading on reddit ➡
Today i (33f) told my beloved aunt (63) that i never wanted kids and plan to live my life without them. I am happy in my relationship so is she in her marriage of 42 years. With her husband they still tease each other like teenagers and they have a fortune to spend on travelling.
So she responded: "oh my dear you are like me, i always disliked kids, especially small children. It was rare if i found a child likeable. The most important is that with my husband we love each other. He told me he didnt marry me to reproduce himself but because he found that person he wanted to spend his life with."
They are a true role model for me.
Edit: woow, guys! Thank you! Im just happy if it gave a bit of hope. There are normal people out there without kids! :)
I (25f) am having my first child with my husband. Last year my brother got married. I don't like his wife (she was a mean girl I went to school with who apologized when she met back up with me after she started dating my brother but she turned around and went right back to the way she was before, making rude comments and mocking others and feeling like she was above everyone else) and so I didn't go to the wedding. I was disappointed in my brother. So was our cousin who also had bad experiences with her and also got an apology but had my brothers wife go back to treating her like old times anyway and she didn't go to the wedding either. I thought that would be it and my brother would be so mad that he wouldn't want anything more to do with me. He told me if I didn't go I would break our relationship forever (we actually discussed things at length many times).
Now that I'm pregnant his wife wants to be an aunt because I'm having a girl and she wants to play fun aunt. I said no. I said someone like her will not be my child's aunt. My brother thinks I'm being unfair and harsh and that I'm acting like an asshole because I'm not giving his wife a chance. I told him to look at the stuff she writes on Facebook even if she doesn't say anything bad to him because that shows the kinds of comments she makes to and about people.
My parents understand and support me but suggested I could give her a chance and do a one strike and she's out thing. They hate that my brother and I aren't close anymore and would love our relationship to take off.
TL;DR: After being forced to go to christmas dinner I got into an argument with my conservative aunt who (unknowingly) insulted me. After a few minutes I said that my homophobic aunt was the reason I didn't want to go to the dinner. Now my family is giving me silent treatment.
I (16F) have an aunt (let's call her A). She's in her middle 40s and she's extremely conservative, racist and stubborn, and every opinion that doesn't align with hers is invalid for her. Also, she seems like she has to argue with every idea of mine (Like: I wanna become a doctor? Doctors are scumbags who don't do anything and still make tons of money. I don't want to have a catholic wedding? I'm an awful sinner, and also non-catholic weddings are not actually weddings. I dye my hair red? I don't obey the decision of god, who made me blonde etc).
Because of that, I told my mom I absolutely don't want to attend the dinner. My mom said she knows of my deep hatred for that woman, but I certainly can cope with just a few hours of her presence. After arguing for about an hour, I finally gave in.
At the beginning of the dinner, nothing was happening. I was avoiding every "touchy" subject, because I was too mentally exhausted for arguing.
However, few hours in, my cousin (A's son) saud he thinks his girlfriend might be bisexual. Before he could even say why he thinks so, A started her lecture about how she can believe in the existance of gays, but bi people doesn't exist. She thinks they are gay or straight, and their attraction for both genders is just "confusion". That infuriated me, because I'm a closeted bisexual.
I started arguing with her. The argument was not very heated, I've had worse encounters with her, however it is christmas, and it really ruined the spirit.
After a few homophobic remarks from her, I've had enough. I turned to my mom and said:
"You see? This is exactly the reason I didn't want to come here in the first place. I can barely stand A and I don't want to spend my Christmas with someone who constantly insults me and my friends".
After saying that, I got up and left the room.
Well, now A feels insulted, the family is silent and mom yells at me for ruining Christmas. She demanded I apologize to A. I said not in a milion years and that she knew I can't stand A. I also said I didn't insult A in any way, I just said the truth.
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Read the title, but I'll go into detail here.
When I was young my aunt gave me a binder of her Pokemon cards. Since then there are quite a few that have gained significant monetary value. I'm still quite fond of them and still buy a pack here or there for the nostalgia. I keep a few of my favorites in tiny picture frames and have given them to friends or colleagues when they move away.
Recently my aunt came over to my house and asked if I still had the cards she gave me, and I told her happily that they were in my room and I was still taking good care of them. I wasn't expecting her to ask for them back. It hurt, and I asked her why she wanted them. She told me that they could help her out with house payments and other cash needs.
My mother says that I should give them to her because they were hers in the first place, and I've recently hidden all the cards away in fear of them taking the binders when I'm at work.
AITA for not giving them back? I figure she could use the money more than I could use the nostalgia, but I'm very attached to them and I'm pretty torn.
EDIT: Didn't expect this much attention! But thank you all for your words of advice, and thank you for the awards! I've tried to reply to everyone I could but for now I think I'll leave this thread as it is. I plan to talk with my aunt about her finances and see if she's in need of some financial help, which I may be able to provide. I'll also be leaving the binders with a trusted friend who knows far more about this stuff than me, to see if there's any cards worth anything. If he finds some, and they're cards I'd be willing to give up, I'll put them in a binder with some multiples and hand that over as well.
My aunt really is a good person, I don't think she meant to be rude, and we've always had a good relationship.
I'll be posting an update on this once it's all resolved - and thank you agai everyone!
My mother likes to gossip. She will gossip about anyone and anything, from her friends to my own especially. She’ll say things like ‘oh your friend XYZ has a lot of acne on her face nowadays... she looks really bad’ or something like ‘have you seen ABC? she’s really ugly...’
this gets me really pissed- i hate when people comment on things about other people, especially if the person in question can’t control it. when she does this i say smthn like ‘that’s really rude you can’t say that about someone!’ and my moms response is something like ‘oh well i’m just telling you it’s not like i’m telling it to them!!’
a couple of days ago, we had a barbecue at my house with just my parents and my aunt. we were all sitting outside and i had just come back home after i met my friend, let’s call her A. Admittedly, A is quite large, but i don’t really care because it literally does not affect me in anyway.
i’m sitting with my mom and aunt, and i was showing them a few photos i had taken with A when we hung out. i left the backyard to get something and when i came back my mom said ‘A really has put on a lot of weight hasn’t she?’ tbh i expected her to say this due to her gossip obsession, and as usual i was like ‘that’s really rude why would you say that’ and my mom looks at my aunt and says ‘see she always gets so mad at this stuff’ and they both laugh. my aunt then says ‘yeah she really has gained a ton since i last saw a photo of her’
this is when i got really mad, because i realized that they were saying this just to get a rise out of me, and they found it funny. my mother and aunt aren’t exactly size 00 victoria secret models themselves, so i said ‘well i’m not sure why you’re commenting on A’s weight, since the both of you seem to be having similar weight issues yourself’
they got really mad at me, and my mother and aunt both called me extremely rude. i told my sister, and she said that they deserved that. so AITA for what i said?
I viewed my aunt and uncle as potential saviors who could swoop in and fix our fucked up family situation. The fact that they didn't made me indifferent to them as if they were no more than people you pass through in life.
Flashforward, I'm an adult. The bane of my existence has been my sister who won't get her shit together. She just won't. No job, no sense of independence, no concern for how her lifestyle affects her kids, etc. She's a 15yo trapped in a 30-something adult's body. My sister was staying with baby daddy 2 and it was a toxic, fucked up relationship. I always tried to be Uncle Savior by doing grocery shopping and Xmas even when things were tight on my end. They ended up getting evicted and then my sister had a medical crisis that required months of bedrest. I allowed her to stay with me.
She seemed like she had a moment of clarity that her lifestyle can't continue or it will kill her. Last week she announced she was moving back into the house she, her kids and her baby daddy are being evicted from. She said she couldn't get her shit together at my place and could only do it at her place. I reminded her she was being evicted and she has never had her shit together. All she said was she was tired of people telling her what to do.
It just hit me she's a lost cause. I had a close call with my job and the first thing I thought about was my sister and not being able to help her with $400 a month. Then I realized that if she won the lottery then she probably wouldn't give me anything. So I have to cut the strings, emotionally and financially. I feel bad for my niece and nephew, but I can't do it anymore.
I no longer think my aunt and uncle are assholes because this is what they dealt with when dealing with my mother.
EDIT: Thanks for the support. I received some pricey holiday gifts including a $3,500 Saint Laurent jacket. I'm a simple hoodie guy so I thought about giving it to my sister. But then she'd either give it to her baby daddy or let her dogs use it as a bed.
EDIT: For people suggesting to invest the money into some educational fund - you don't get it. You clearly do not understand the breadth of the dysfunction.
My niece missed so many days of eighth-grade last year that she wasn't going to graduate. But the school decided to graduate everyone due to the pandemic even though her absences were due to just not wanting to go to school and not being forced to go by my sister. My niece got lucky. I was embarrassed for my niece yet I stil... keep reading on reddit ➡
My aunt was a kind, warm, amazing person. She went out of her way to help people and had a wild streak a mile long. She was the kind of person who brought out the best in everyone around her. She was supportive, kind, and was always happy to listen and give advice. She had this collection of fancy hair combs. One of my favorite memories was of us sitting in her living room and going through them. She’d tell me where the combs came from, what they were made of, how she got them, etc. They were from all over the world. She’d been everywhere. When she got sick, people came out of the woodwork to visit her. When she passed, the whole town came to the funeral; friends, family, even the town mayor. Seeing that crowd, you could tell she was known and loved. But not long after that, I noticed a shift in how my family talked about her. The other night, I was on zoom with one of my younger cousins and we were talking about sports cars. I mentioned how Auntie K drove a blue Jag. She looked confused and asked me who Auntie K was. It was understandable. My cousin was only six when she passed and she didn’t usually deal with younger kids (I didn’t really get to know her until I was like fifteen). But before I could say anything, her mom (another one of my aunts) pipes up and says something along the lines of “She’s what happens when you don’t have kids”. At this, my cousin looks a bit bummed and says “Oh, I didn’t know she was the sad one”. Over the past five years, I’ve been hearing my family members talk about her like she was this sad woman who’s life was empty because she didn’t have kids. Any time she comes up in conversation, someone mentions how sad it was that she was all alone. This type of talk only gets worse if a kid is in earshot. It’s like they’re trying to turn her life into this cautionary lesson about not having kids. She lived this full and vibrant life. I just don’t understand how they can ignore so much of her. She was their sister! You’d think they’d want to properly remember the woman who raised half of them. This whole thing has left me incredibly disheartened. I can’t help but wonder if they’ll do the same thing to my memory when my time comes.
Edit: I just want to clarify that I do speak up when I hear them talking like this. In fact, I’m pretty sure they avoid talking about her around me because I do clap back. On top of that, I have a bit of a “black sheep” reputation (Not chasing the white picket fence is enough to earn that tittle in my fa... keep reading on reddit ➡
I am 16F.
So my phone used to be really bad, it was an iPhone 5S that barely worked anymore. So I spent the past few months doing anything I could to make money nonstop until I had the $1100 I would need to get myself the iPhone 12 Pro Max.
I know I don’t need that, I could obviously just go with the Mini and be fine but I decided that if I was gonna buy myself a new phone then I wanted it to be as good as I could make it.
So I preordered it and I got it all set up, it was so much of an improvement over my old phone. I feel like I did get my money’s worth even though it was quite expensive.
Well when thanksgiving came around, my aunt decided to come over just for dinner and such. She brought my little cousin who is 4 years old.
Well when we all sat down for dinner guess who began begging for my phone? He saw that it was something new and wanted it.
I obviously was against this idea because it was brand new and it is a 4 year old, but she assured me it would be fine as she does this all the time.
So I reluctantly handed it over and we ate our dinner. After the hour and a half it took us, this child was nowhere to be seen.
Well after dinner I go look for him, and I find him in a guest bedroom smashing my phone on the corner of a nightstand.
I took it from him and lo and behold, the fucking thing is destroyed. Not just the screen is cracked, but it’s bent and won’t turn on.
Obviously I told her that she was going to buy me a replacement or get that one fixed, and she refused. And she did that for the next 24 hours before caving and doing it.
Then she told FaceBook and a few of my family are telling me I should have just accepted it and had my parents pay. Like no bitch, you broke it you fucking pay for it, the fuck?
I am being told this by a lot of adults though, so maybe I’m wrong. AITA?
The replies are insane. /r/Politics is the same as well. Orwell warned us...
I (F21) am very close with my younger cousin (M17), who we can call Joe. Despite our age difference, Joe and I get along very well. His father (my dad’s brother) passed away six years ago from cancer. Since then, Joe has spent a lot of time at my house with my parents. His mother works long hours so that she can put food on the table. She is also working to save up a college fund for him. Despite her efforts, Joe has struggled to afford going out with friends or buying the clothes he really wants.
At school, Joe is quite popular among both girls and guys. I’m really proud of how well he has improved since his father’s death. He is just like his dad-a social butterfly, and a natural born salesmen. Joe plays basketball and gets straight A’s. He is friends with students of all ages, backgrounds, and sexualities. Although he has not had a girlfriend yet, I suspect that he will soon in the future. He’s a real catch, and I’m proud to call him my cousin.
Personally, I am finishing up my last year of college taking classes from home. This has allowed me to work more and spend time with my family. I’ve been able to go to Joe’s basketball games and see him go to homecoming. As I mentioned, his mom works a lot and she can never attend his sports games unfortunately. I also often stop over to his place to make dinner. Overall, I really have just been trying to help the poor kid thrive despite life’s obstacles.
3 months ago, Joe approached me about buying a bulk amount of flavored electronic cigarettes products for him. At first I refused because I am a former Juul addict, so I have always warned him against picking up the habit. However, he reassured me that they were not for him. Instead, he had the brilliant idea of selling them at a higher price. His customers are a wide range of people and he ID’s every person. I’m not worried about any legal ramifications.
I agreed to supply Joe with these products as long as I was making a proportion of the profit. In order to really challenge him, I began measuring his performance with KPI’s such as customer volume, lead generation, etc. We would research new product options and conduct focus groups to determine which flavors to sell. We even expanded our offerings to CBD products like oils and lotions.
This business of ours has allowed Joe to make enough money to afford almost a semester’s worth of college tuition! However, his mom recently discovered what we have been doing after finding boxes of products under hi... keep reading on reddit ➡