I'm 17f, I have a heart condition that requires medication that isn't cheap. It's just me and my dad at home, and my dad earns well, the bills are always paid, I have what I need but he's got an expensive drug habit. Usually, he makes sure my meds are got first but I guess this month he forgot.
I asked him yesterday how he was going to get my medication after realising how overboard he went, and he said he didn't know and that it was time I figured it out. I reminded him I'm 17, with no job and this could turn into a life or death thing fast. He repeated that it's time for me to find a way.
This went back and forth for a while, eventually I could see the guilt in his face and I snapped "So why in the name of God do you think your drugs are more important than mine? Do you just not give a fuck weather I live or die at this point?".
I felt really bad about this, so I left to stay with a friend. My dad texted me rhis morning and apologised for the way he's acted and the problem he caused but he said I'm an asshole for the things I said to him last night. He thinks I should've been more considerate towards his issues and not think so selfishly. Am I the asshole ?
Edit: Thank you so much for the overwhelming response. Just a few things - the medication isn't fully approved yet, hence why we've to pay out of pocket.
No, I will not be accepting any form of help from anyone offering, but thank you so much for even offering in the first place.
I will not be calling protective services or the police on my dad. I'm slightly anti cop and this is the first slip up he's made to this extent, if it does happen again I will be looking for somewhere else to live.
I will definitely be taking a look into some of the resources people have mentioned in the comments, as well as ringing my doctors to see what can be done.
And lastly, if you want me to answer something directly, please drop a message or u/ me so it sticks out as I'm having trouble getting around to all the comments.
Edit 2: Please do not refer to my dad as a junkie. Also, a few people have asked when the issues that are here started. About 4 years ago after my mother died, he was always a weed smoker but her death sent him down a nasty spiral that he hasn't managed to pull himself out of
I decided I had enough of a few people trying to claim that "In God We Trust" was always on our money.
I'm guessing they will probably try to say it's fake when I show it to them.
I F26 lost my husband in an accident 2 months ago. It wasn't his fault he wasn't even driving. He was going with a friend to visit their sick friend and the journey was hours long. My husband's friend was driving late at night and it resulted in a horrific accident. My husband was in the hospital for a week severly injured and passed away on friday morning. I was an utter mess. I was and still am devastated and can not believe how fast days go by. My parents support me a lot. I was spending my days alone at my apartment. My parents told me they sent my sister F21 to stay with me and help around the apartment. I welcomed her and was glad she came. She'd occasionally invite her boyfriend to my apartment since she's there all the time. Her boyfriend started acting like it's there place by moving stuff, throwing away stuff. I talked to them about it. I also said I wouldn't let him stay the night anymore because I need some calm and quiet to be able to sleep. And he usually stays up til 5am making noise.
My sister didn't argue. However yesterday I went to see a friend for few hours and when I got back I didn't find my sister thinking she went out. Suddenly her boyfriend walks out of my bedroom and I freaked out asking why he was there. My sister showed up asking why I got home so early.. I loudly asked them why they were in mine and my husband's bedroom. Suddenly my sister said they borrowed it for an hour to get some privacy since I had a key and might've walked in and saw something (My apartment is a single bedroom apt) I was in shock. I checked the room and the bed looked like someone used it. I completely lost my temper yelling at her and her boyfriend. I kicked him out and me and my sister started arguing. She called me irrational acting out of grief and taking my frustration out on her. I told to leave if she wasn't willing to respect mine and my husband's private place and that she should've never walked in it. After that I kicked her out.
My mom came to see what was going on. She defended my sister and blamed her boyfriend saying I had every right to kick him out but my sister took the time and came to stay with me to support and help and I was wrong to treat her like this. Saying that's how kids are and didn't know that it'd upset me this much. My dad agreed I overreacted and wanted me to talk things out with her but I refused to do it.
I (23M) work at this small shop and I’ve known my friend Addy for almost 2 years. She likes to joke that we’re work spouses because we always work the same shifts and get along. Addy doesn’t say it all the time so it didn’t bother me before.
She got pregnant 5 months ago and I guess she’s planning on doing it on her own. But a couple months ago she started making jokes that I’m her baby’s daddy. First time she made a joke we were in the break room. Her feet were really tired and she wanted the good chair we have in there with the comfy cushion. I was already sitting there and she said something like “Bitch move your baby mama needs that seat.” Btw “bitch” isn’t a big deal since we talk to eachother like that sometimes. I looked at her because I was confused.
I took it as she was joking so I told her to shut up because that baby isn’t mine. Addy made a few more jokes like that or asking me to make myself useful to help her with stuff at work because she’s carrying my kid. She’s only made a few of these around me and I’ve told her to stop bullshitting. One time I was closing up with my coworker and she goes “hey so is it true then?” Then she says she thought we were just messing around but that Addy was saying we hooked up once and I’m definitely likely the daddy. Everyone was starting to wonder now because she’s said it a lot of times when I’m not around. And that’s just not even close to being true. Seriously, wtf. I have a girlfriend that I’ve been with 5 years.
Next time I saw Addy was before our shift was starting and I asked her wtf she’s been telling everyone. Like why would she even make shit up about us hooking up because she’s the last person I’d ever sleep with. Addy got super upset about it because to her she was just joking around and I don’t have to snap at her. But it just made me so mad that she was telling this behind my back. Our other coworkers around us saw so she got all emotional and went to the bathroom. We’re not talking to eachother but she has said I was such a dick for getting mad at her jokes when she wasn’t being serious and embarrassing her in front of everyone.
Now I don’t know if I was being an asshole or not.
First time post here, not a native English speaker and on a mobile phone. Sorry for possible mistakes. In 15 years or so of me having the condition lot of people gave me crap because of it. This woman takes the cake though - not only she called me names only for me to feel like crap, not only I felt like crap because of her several times, but most importantly - she's audacious bitch whose never going to stop.
The condition is vitiligo (if you don't know, white patches appear on your skin, most common places are hands, joints and face, sometimes hair). In the past I absolutely hated myself for it, but now I'm happy with it. Another thing she gave me crap about is my family. My mom and her side of family are immigrants to this country. EM thinks that they came here to steal jobs and similar. No EM, they didn't come here to steal your job or blow you up, they came here to save their lives (Yugoslav wars).
You might remember my BF's (u/WhoStoleMyCake, in this post Tom) posts. I read all the comments and they truly mean a LOT to me. I'll be honest, I even teared up reading some comments, seeing the nice stuff you wrote. Thank you so much!
Tom and I know each other for close to 7 years. He's one of the few people who didn't give me crap for how I look and supports me even when EM is being a bitch from the day one. We've been together for about 3 years and are happy together. Honestly, my parents wanted me to end the relationship when they found out what EM things of me and them, but now they are somehow supportive.
In the past few months, EM got vitiligo herself and similar to me when I first got it up until not that long ago, she still feels like shit about it. Good, now she knows what it is like, but only on fraction of body that I do. I want for hers to spread - atleast to her face and hair like mine did. I know it sounds bad, but I mean it.
Yesterday, Tom was away to do something around his family's farm. It was something known ahead. I had to stay home because we had my 2 little siblings for the weekend as a help to my parents. They don't have any larger role further in the post.
I was with siblings out in the front yard when the gate opened. At first I thought that Tom was done early, but instead of him, EM appeared. Great, Tom forgot to lock the gate. My first reaction was to tell siblings to get inside.
EM: ,,Where is Tom? I have to talk to him!"
Me: ,,Away. So should you!"
EM: ,,Anyway I want to-"
Me: ,,Well I don't give a fuck and I don'... keep reading on reddit ➡
I graduated high school 10 years ago, but thankfully I'm still pretty close to several people from those days. A lot of times when we meet up, we reminisce about our time in this one teacher's class. Our teacher was an exceptionally strange guy. He was very into science fiction, horror, the occult, heavy metal, etc. His classroom walls were covered in creepy decorations and memorabilia he had collected over his life. He was also very strict, but he wasn't mean at all. He was one of the only teachers I had in all of high school that I could tell truly cared about his job and his students.
The other day, one of my high school friends reached out to me to let me know that this teacher of ours died by suicide last week. He hadn't crossed my mind in years, so it was kind of a shock. I only had him as a teacher for one semester, but like I said he left a very lasting impact on me and my friends. He was a really upbeat guy, a great source of wisdom, and a great example of a what a leader should be. He was one of the last people I would expect to do something like this.
I wanted to see if there was an obituary or any information about a memorial service I could attend. I didn't find any information about that, sadly, but funny enough I found his Twitter.
To my surprise, he was a super active Twitter user but had virtually no following. I spent a long, long time scrolling through his tweets, just reading the various things he'd write to people. He'd just reply to seemingly random things he came across, saying whatever he thought. He had a great sense of humor, and it was really entertaining to get a glimpse into what he was thinking.
I learned that he retired a few years after I graduated. His more recent posts started getting more and more dark, despite remaining very witty. For example, he would off-handedly mention how dark current times were (thanks, COVID).
One of his final tweets was about how his health was failing and how he needed to get off Twitter because no one really cared about what he had to say. If you didn't know he was suicidal, you probably wouldn't think too much about it, but knowing he took his own life makes these tweets very difficult to read (especially seeing the flood of posts randomly stop the day he died).
Well, I didn't see the man for ten years, but despite this I really cared about his well being. Finding out he passed away, especially by his own hand, really messed me up. RIP, man.
EDIT: I woke... keep reading on reddit ➡