I’m the fourth oldest of ten kids. My mom is currently pregnant with her eleventh. Yup. Ever since I was twelve I wanted to move out. I’ve been saving up money. It’s been hard actually not spending but I’m now 21 and have saved 7 thousand dollars. My mom knows I work full time but I lied and told her it was unpaid internship otherwise she would have made me give her the money. Her boyfriends literally don’t have money so she has been my siblings and I’s checks since forever. I’m sick of living in this house with so many people, there’s nothing more I want than to move away and live by myself finally.
My friend and I always talked about moving to New York and her uncle is a super who offered us an apartment at a really good rate recently. The idea went from being just something we talked about to actually being a reality. Once I secured a job interview, I knew it was time to tell my mom I was moving out. Despite having four older siblings, none of them have moved out. I didn’t know how she’d react. She was extremely upset and asked me how I had the money to move to somewhere as expensive as New York and pay rent. I admitted to saving money and that’s when she lost her shit. She started screaming up how I know she’s struggling to pay rent and pay for her baby’s formula and diapers and one of her twin toddlers had to have surgery two years ago and I didn’t offer a dime and they’re my siblings.
Two weeks before my flight, my mom fainted at her job and was hospitalized. They said that the pregnancy was too high risk, she had problems with her other pregnancies before this one and almost died with her last pregnancy and they advised her to abort otherwise the baby could cost her life. She refused to abort saying she’s been getting pregnant since she was fourteen, it wasn’t gonna kill her now. She’s was in the hospital on bed rest and she called me begging to send her some of the money not even all to pay for a special procedure to help her baby. I literally can’t afford to waste a dime, my money isn’t gonna last long and even with a job lined up I didn’t want to risk potentially wasting all my money before I even got to New York so I told her I couldn’t. She went off calling me an asshole saying moving isn’t as important as her and her babies life. All of my siblings are saying I’m evil and that I can wait to move later and that I’m young and I’m a major asshole for not helping at all. Once I get more stable I do intend to send her money. I offered 500$ an... keep reading on reddit ➡
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I (24F) and my fiance (24M) have been together since our sophomore year of college, so around 5 years now.
For context, my mom (50F) had an affair with a coworker when I was 16, leading to my parents' divorce. She has been single ever since (going on dates but no serious relationships). I have a good relationship with my dad and his new wife. Sadly, my fiance's mom passed 2 years ago due to cancer and his dad (53M) has been single since.
My fiance proposed last year but our wedding was delayed due to COVID. Our families had never met up to this point because his family lives in South Carolina, whereas we're in North Carolina (where we went to college), around a 3 hour's drive away from his dad. 3 months ago, in January 2021, we decided that it was time to have our families meet for the first time to discuss our upcoming wedding in June 2021 (held in our backyard, COVID appropriate, immediate family only). My dad and his wife, my fiance's dad, and my mom all met at our place to meet and discuss the wedding. This went well, albeit there was some tension between my mom and my dad.
This morning, out of the blue, my mom called me and announced that she had eloped. I was shocked as she had not been dating anyone to my knowledge. Upon questioning, it turns out that she and my fiance's dad had been dating in secret since that meeting in January and had married in secret yesterday, making my fiance my "stepbrother" (I want to throw up just thinking about this). She said that I should now cancel my wedding because it would be inappropriate to marry my "stepbrother."
I'm absolutely horrified. I shouted at my mom, saying she "just loves ruining my life" and called her selfish - first she cheated on my dad, and now she went and married my fiance's dad, knowing full well I was about to marry my fiance.
My mom then said I was still young and I'd have the chance to meet someone new, but she's old and "has to take every opportunity she's got," and so I was an ungrateful b*tch for not approving of her "marriage". She then accused me of wanting her to die alone.
I don't think I'm the asshole, but I just wanted to make sure because ultimately I don't want her to have to be alone even though I think she did that to herself by hurting my dad. I think I should be allowed... keep reading on reddit ➡
Yesterday I (15F) went out with my friends who are also 15/16. We were just wearing crop tops and long jeans and I have never, ever been harassed as many times in my life as I was yesterday. We still looked underage.
There were old guys just rolling down their windows to stare at us, or to make 'come here' gestures. Or a group of them telling us how we looked hot. Now, I effing hate street harassment and I will not put up with it. So I flipped them off. I mean, who do they think they are? They piss me off.
I told my mom about it when I got home and she was like 'well you're going to get that sort of attention'.
I wear a crop top for me. I like it. I wear makeup for myself. Not for men. I like to look beautiful for me because it makes me feel confident. I don't do it so men can act like creeps on the street. It's the same for my friends, they like to look good for themselves. I should be able to wear what I want and not have to put up with adult creepy ass men who hit on teenage girls.
I don't get why its so hard for some men to just keep to themselves. You don't see me rolling down my windows to yell at random boys. So why can't they do the same?
My mom is really into gardening and sometimes people have come by and stole potted plants, yard statuettes, and even dug whole plant bulbs with plants out of the ground. Or cut all the roses off her bushes because they were too cheap to buy from the florist I guess.
Anyway my dash cam of my car which I park in the driveway near the garden bed caught most all of them close up and as a way to help my mom not have her plants stolen I printed all their pictures out and made a poster that said
"Oh Hay there! Don't be a Daffy-dil and steal, or else you might end up doing hard Thyme! We hope Thistle be a lesson to Yew!
And I put the pictures of everyone stealing from the garden around the border. Also gave each person a funny fake name : "mr potato head" "dill-a-tante" "pothead" "prick" 'Succ-er" " i peony in my pants" "frond-less" 'dirt-bag' 'in-fertile" and "root boy"
. I thought it was funny and cutesy, like how can you be offended with dumb plant puns... My mom thought it was hilarious and wanted me to hang it up because she was sick of seeing stuff stolen
But I got a couple complains, one neighbor said I needed to take it down because I had a picture of his son a minor who did something dumb yes but was just trying to bring his sick girlfriend flowers. And that is was disproportionate and rude to publicly shame him.
I told him that it wasn't that big of a deal and he told me that I was being petty. I called his kid a little Birch which pissed him off and honestly might of been petty.
Another guy came to the house and returned a cutting his wife apparently tookbto propogate thinking it would be no big deal... But yeah it damaged the plant because she cut like a quarter off. And he asked if we'd take down the sign because she was on the board of directors or something from the town and whatever. My mom had answered the door and told him to make like a bee and buzz off.
Anyway I guess they both know each other and now both these familys are annoyed.
AITA for making a petty sign about people stealing from my mom's garden? Hoping to get them to stop?
Well, everything in the title.
We just pay too much attention to what others have to say. As long as two of you are happy, your relationship is valid and important.
So my beloved dad and mom just passed away from covid in the hospital today. Im almost sleepless for almost a week. Uh those last moments i dont want to remember them ill literally faint. and im absolutely heart broken i was more of a family guy than a friend guy i just do not know what to do in life anymore i dont want to live anymore why would i live to suffer? I would just take my life and meet my parents back in the heaven. And i just have my uncle in delhi who also passed away from covid a few months ago. What will i do i cant pay or know how to pay rent or im just clueless this is the effect after rallying during a pandemic. Just sad any reccomendation on how to die in not a painful way?.
My parents should not have married but they did, and with my dad always travelling, Mom's eating got out of control. I'm unable to remember a the time before I turned 7 but she was at least 600 pounds by then. My job was to take care of my younger siblings, I washed them, sacrificed my food for them because Mom ate every crumb, and I was their parent. Meanwhile, dad was never home by that time because Mom had kicked him out after he gave her an ultimatum and threatened to take us.
So Dad leaves Mom for MH and my life just exploded. Plenty of food, no worries, MH took care of my siblings because she was the new mom, I had two active parents who were able and willing to fully participate, and I could do things for the first time in my life, wear new clothes that fit me correctly instead of mom's, and I had a home and I finally had a good life.
The moment we left, Mom cleaned her act up and decided to start working on herself.. She recreated herself, moved, and then immediately started trying to play the hot mama once she'd healed. She never really had the therapy she needed though and we all avoided her.
We had our family reunion and graduation parties last weekend and Mom finally had her chance to confront me after all this time with a diary I had written when I was younger, she read out a portion of it where I wished that she'd "just fucking die" so I could take care of my younger siblings because I was all they had, and then she asked me why I'd ever write something like that about my own mother and demanded to know if I hated her. She did it in public and everyone heard and saw what was happening and I just wanted to disappear.
I didn't want to say anything but everyone was looking at me and so I said "you don't know the deep sense of shame that comes from having to teach your 5 year old sister that a Code Elvis is when mommy is passed out on the toilet and unresponsive so that you can go call the EMTs and ask them to bring the big rig" and I tried not to cry but that how I felt. And so I said "I wished and prayed you'd just die every night because I wanted to be happy and I wanted better for my kids and myself. I wore your 7XL t-shirts to school as dresses and $1 flip flops I bought from change in the couch because you were too busy spending child support on your bingefests instead of caring for your fucking children. I depended on myself and I grew up before I even had the chance to be a child"
I left after that and I've been getting calls e... keep reading on reddit ➡
So. I (28 f) cannot have kids without death or serious injury and passionately do not want them. Nor does my husband. And no, before anyone assumes we're kid-hating monsters, we don't dislike kids. We have a combined total of 8 nieces and nephews. All of whom we love dearly... they just can't live in our house.
My mother, bless her heart, is currently infected with baby rabies. Her friends keep getting grandkids and the best I'm willing to do is dogs. Yesterday, I was talking on the phone with my mom and she "casually" brings up how nice it would be to have a baby around.
Now. I have a policy for people trying to pry about my reproductive affairs. And that policy is to make them as unfreakingcomfortable as I can so they never ask again. My mom has never been on the receiving end but she HAS seen me do it. The first time I'm like "Nah, too much work and they don't even get cute for like 3 years. Puppies are born cute and stay cute."
But she kept pressing saying things like "Dogs won't love you like kids do." And here's where I may be TA. I snapped and said "Well, if you want a baby that bad I can make sure to put it in my will that you can hold it through my funeral."
My mom just made a noise like a mouse being stepped on and hung up on me. She now is refusing to answer any of my text messages about anything. I might have over reacted, just a little. And she is my mom. So. AITA?
Edit: Yes, my mom knows about the health conditions. I was born with them and they've worsened over time.
Edit 2: I'm very transparent about not being able to have/ not wanting kids. But I do love the kids in my life.
Edit: So. Couple things here. 1. Thank you all so much for the awards and the kind feedback, I appreciate it. I did not expect this to blow up like it did. 2. My mom did message me back and apologized. She'd also like us to come around 12p to tidy up the yard and she's going to pay us with lunch and beer.
I was just driving around downtown Los Santos, then my mom walked in.
She thought that I was virtual touring Los Angeles (L.A.), and told me that she used a program just like it, while she was a real estate agent (15 years ago).
I told her that it's a video game, that takes place in a fictional town called "Los Santos" that looks like L.A. Then she told me the buildings and roads looks real, and didn't expect that it was a video game.
Then, while I was driving, I passed by an interstate ramp. My mom told me to go make a u-turn and told me to go to the highway and try visiting my uncle's house (20 miles way from downtown LA).
I told her that it's not a 1 to 1 copy of L.A., and I kept reminding her it's a video game.
If a video game can fool a person like that, then they surely did a great job with the graphics.
Has anyone had a similar encounter? Let me know, I'd love to hear it!
So stepsister (17F) and I (16F) live with her mom and my dad. We share a bedroom because this place is small af. My mom died when I was 9, dad married when I was 11. Stepsister's parents are divorced and her dad bailed once the divorce happened so she was a little more eager to have a sister and stepdad even though she was older than me. We have been able to get along okay although I miss having my own space and I really hate sleeping in the same room as someone who talks in their sleep and sleeps for only a few hours a night because then there's noise and I'm a light sleeper. But in general it's fine.
We've had this conflict for the past year about a necklace and a ring my mom left me when she died. The necklace was a gift from my grandparents that she had her entire life, the ring is a family engagement ring. My stepsister wanted to wear the necklace and I said no. She was obsessed with wearing it and when she wouldn't take no for an answer I had to tell my dad that her mom needed to step in and deal with it, and she tried, but girl is relentless and has never let up. She has tried offering me money to let her wear it, she has begged, tried to offer me her shit and she's brought it up in front of others in an effort to get me to "share". My answer is always the same. Then she wanted to wear the ring for her cousins wedding and asked her mom about it. Her mom told her it was up to me and I jumped in with a big fat no. She was crying for days because I wouldn't let her wear it and she kept pushing. That was two months ago. After the wedding she renewed her efforts to get to wear one or the other sometimes.
Then the other night she told me we're sisters and she deserves to have something from me and she thinks she's entitled to and deserves something from my mom that acknowledges her as my sister and that I NEED to give her the chance to wear it sometime. I lost it. I don't know why, maybe the build up of time or the fact she thinks my mom owes her shit but I told we did not owe her shit and we're not sisters and she needs to get over it because I am never going to let her wear something my mom left me, because I treasure them and I will not risk them getting broken.
I'm getting shit from my dad and his wife now (and stepsister) because I made her cry and she's hurt I was so harsh with her. But she never fucking listens and I am so fucking tired of dealing with her bullshit.
So this happened in third grade, but I still think about it more than any other childhood memory so I figured I would share.
I didn’t do my homework one day, like most days, and my teacher was understandably fed up with me. She wrote a letter to my mom to inform her that I hadn’t completed my homework, and I was to get it signed by the next day.
For some backstory, I spent a lot of my childhood “grounded;” I was quite a terrible brat. This time, though, I had a plan to not be grounded for ignoring my schoolwork. I was going to sign the letter from my teacher as my mom. She wouldn’t ever know I hadn’t done my homework, I wouldn’t be grounded, and my teacher would get the signature she wanted.
I went to school the next day and turned the letter in to my teacher. I was nervous, but after a few hours I hadn’t heard anything about it so I figured I got away with it. Man, was I wrong.
My teacher asked me to hang back with her during lunch so I obliged. This is how our conversation went:
Teacher: “I know your mom didn’t sign this letter.”
Me: “Yes she did.”
Teacher: “No, she did not.”
Me: “How would you know?”
Teacher: “I’m pretty sure your mom’s name isn’t ‘Mom’.”
Y’all. I had signed the letter “Mom”. Literally just wrote “Mom” at the bottom of the paper. I had never thought about my mom’s actual name, let alone signature.
My teacher then gave me another letter to take home to my mom that said 1. I didn’t do my homework and 2. I lied about getting the first letter signed.
Now, I may have been the biggest idiot in the world, but I didn’t want to get grounded. So I devised a master plan.
My mom would pack me a small lunch every day, and she would include a nice handwritten note on a napkin. I woke up at 4 am when I knew she would be packing my lunch (she worked really early until really late) and asked her to sign the lunch note for me. She signed it “Mom,” so I asked her to use her actual signature. Bless her heart, she did it.
When she left for work, I very carefully traced her signature on the damning letter from the school. It was the perfect plan, or so I thought. My mom has a weird signature that looks like scribbles.
I turned the letter in, waited, and again was called to stay behind during lunch. The conversation went much the same as the first. Instead of sending a letter home, though, my teacher decided to call my mom at work. This was a BIG no-no. My mom worked at a very busy hospital and could hardly spare time in her... keep reading on reddit ➡
I am 17 and a Female my birthday was 2 weeks ago and my mom got me 3 chinchillas. I had been saving up money through my job to buy my own supplies and chinchillas. I was surprised when my mom handed me the animals on my birthday. I was excited as they are a dream pet of mine. she gave them to me in a really small travel cage sorta thing. (think one of those really shitty hamster cages little kids keep their hamsters in)
with the money, I got for my Birthday including the money I had saved up I had enough to get a multi-level cage and all the supplies and toys I would need and still have around 100 or so dollars left over. I didn't want to keep the chinchillas in the small cage they came with for long so after checking over my budget one my time and clearing a space in my room. I told my mom I was heading to the pet store to grab a bigger cage and some supplies.
My mom stopped me dead in my tracks and said I wasn't allowed to go. this started an argument between us. my mom was going about how she thought chinchillas only live a few months and she didn't want a huge stinky cage in her house and how I was wasting my money on something that's probably not going to live that long. Since chinchillas are like a dream pet for me I've done a lot of research about chinchilla care and I kept telling her they live for around 10 years and need lots of room to play. but she kept saying "well in the pet store they said they'd be fine in that cage I got you" or "In the wild, they don't live that long I'm sure they get eaten anyway"
It got really frustrating for me since I want to be a responsible owner and care for the animals properly by my mom kept insisting I was being overdramatic. Since I wasn't allowed to get the stuff I need for the chinchillas I told my mom I was going to rehome them. she went off and called me dramatic, selfish, ungrateful, and rude.
my dad came home later that day and told me I should apologize to my mom and keep my pets that I was being unreasonable and acting like an asshole towards my mom. I refused to apologize to my mom and got into contact with a friend of mine who I know takes great care of her chinchillas and had an extra cage I offered her the animals and she took them and paid me. I went home and tried to give the money to my mom to pay her back and she got mad and called me an ass and said I was ungrateful and acting like a terrible daughter.
Am I the ass for hurting my mom's feelings?
Since last year I have gone through a lot of shit, I broke up with my girlfriend, I got the virus, my dog died and due to all this I went into depression and suffered from severe anxiety. I never told anyone because first I live in a different city away from my friends and family and I dont know anybody here second I dont want my parents to worry about me and due to all these reasons I just bottled up my feeling and kept living my life. I had mental breakdowns and even one time I considered to end myself. I used to talk to them but never showed what I was going through by keeping a fake smile on my face.
Yesterday was my birthday and I got the best surprise of my life, in the morning the door bell rang and when I opened it to my surprise my parents were stood there. They came all along here just for my birthday because I couldn't get a leave from my work. At night after the dinner was over I told my mom that I want to tell her something, so I asked her to come in the room with me and sat her down and told everything. When I was done she said that she knew something was wrong but didnt knew it was this bad and I asked how she knew and her response was "I am your mother, I have known you since you were born" after hearing those words I burst into tears and hug her. A grown ass man crying like a baby in his moms arms. I put my head on her lap and she rubbed her hand on my head to comfort me. I cried till I fell asleep. When I woke up it felt so great. In the morning she told me that she has booked appointment with the therapist for me so that I could recover. But right now I feel way better than I was feeling a day before.
Thanks if you read till here and if you going through same stuff please open up to your near and dear ones and seek professional help.
Edit: Thanks for the kind words and now I feel much better. I am reading all of them. Also thanks for the awards.
My daughter was born over a year and a half ago. A couple of months before I was due, my husband experienced something very traumatic that I’d rather not say here. Soon after he was experiencing some severe panic attacks that sometimes came out of nowhere but usually triggered by any sort of stress. He was so worried about how he’d be during our daughter’s birth and I decided maybe it was better if he wasn’t present. We were still waiting for him to get approval for a therapist and his panic attacks would get really bad. Being in the delivery room didn’t feel like the best choice. My husband agreed, he felt so awful about it but I knew this wasn’t his fault. My sister was there instead and he stayed in the waiting room with his family who helped him when his anxiety would spike.
The delivery went well and my husband finally got the help he desperately needed. My mom was the only one who seemed to have a problem with the fact that he wasn’t with me “doing his job as a husband/father” by supporting me. She knew about the anxiety problem, why it was happening and why he hadn’t been able to get help yet.
But she felt like he should’ve sucked it up and been there for me. I put my foot down a few times when she went directly to him and made him feel bad for failing his first task as a father. She’d apologize, my husband would forgive her and decide to give her another chance. We didn’t see much of anyone after because of covid. And then we were busy with my daughter so didn’t talk to her much either.
We found out months ago we’re pregnant with our second child and my husband is ecstatic,I am too. We were talking to my parents on zoom and my mom asked if he’s actually gonna be there this time or is he gonna “flip out again” and decide to miss the birth of his baby. My husband got silent afterwards and he was very serious.
That’s a sore subject for him because he still feels extremely guilty, despite being such a caring and devoted father to our girl. I got so mad at my mom, this time she doesn’t want to apologize because it was just a simple valid question but it’s the way that she said it. He manages his anxiety very well thanks to his lovely therapist and hasn’t suffered an episode like that in a long time even in very stressful situations, we’ve had a few of those last year. She knows all this so I know her question was just to make a jab at him.
I’ve been refusing all contact and said she’s not welcome to my baby shower until she sincerely apolog... keep reading on reddit ➡
She then immediately asked me to Edit a picture of her horse to be somewhere exotic or interesting
So then i slapped it next to the Eiffel tower and now she’s super happy about it lol