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I am married to my husband who has a 17 year old daughter from his first marriage. We have been married for 4 years.

To get things out of the way : my husband and I started dating well after he divorced his wife.

So we have her this month because her mother was diagnosed with the big C that is floating around while it was our week with step daughter.

TMI. She started her period last Thursday and it was bad. I am talking 3 days in bed, puking, cramps of hell. I had similar symptoms when I was her age and was diagnosed way to late with endo.

By day 3 I asked her if this was normal for her and she said that she always has very bad periods, but that her doctor told her it's normal because some women are just less pain resistant. I was alarmed and told her it was absolutely not like that and her pain was not normal and she needs to get a second opinion. She asked me if I trusted my doctor and I told her yes. And she asked me if I could take her. I said of course and made an appt.

We

Update: This is on AITA because I have had an intrinsic debate. Am I the Asshole for wanting the book thrown at him? For going after a reimbursement or some sort of punishment? Is he just a kid? Am I being petty? As someone who is empathetic to others, I have been unsure of my position. However, many of you have made me feel as I am NTA! So, thank you!

Police are dragging their feet and stating that meeting with the family at the behest of the hotel has basically voided our claim to a burglary. The state attorney’s office stated that it’s not true. Let us see if the police and state attorney get it together.

We had a staycation this weekend. We visited a local luxury resort and parked our car with the valet. Upon departure we found that items were missing. We reported it to the valet and after investigating with the police, they found that some teens were going through the parking lot removing items from cars the valet left unlocked

My (M16) brother (I'll call him Tom) passed away when I was 9, in an auto accident.

last week was his 32nd birthday.

Ever since Tom passed away, my parents started treating me differently, they'd force his old clothes on me to wear instead of donating them, mom would only cook me his favorite meals and hope that i like them, i never did.

She banned me from decorating his room when i moved in it and refused to move his things out. It looked like I was sharing the room with my brother.

My dad refused to let me learn to drive and get a DL, saying he feared that I'd end up with the same fate as Tom.

They'd host family members to celebrate his birthday every year and have me blow the candles every single time because I'm the only sibling.

Last week, at the night of his 32nd birthday, after i had been hugged and kissed and cried with like it was my birthday.

My mom, dad and I were talking, dad asked what plans i have for a career, which degree i was going to be persuing in the future

He replies: "She looks great! She is in good health! She will still live for many years! Next week she will be released from the hospital and will come and live with us, forever!"
"Wow that's amazing!" - says the wife - "But this is very strange, dear... yesterday she seemed to be on her deathbed, the doctors said she should have a few days to live!"
"Well, I don't know how she was yesterday" - he replied - "But today when I arrived at the hospital, the doctor told me that we should prepare for the worst"

Original post: https://www.reddit.com/r/AmItheAsshole/comments/h7k8dj/wibta_by_not_telling_a_guy_ive_been_dating_for_a/

A month ago I asked if I WBTA for not telling a guy I had only started dating that I had plans to become a single mother. I was scared I'd lose him but also felt I would be deceiving him by not telling him, thus making the investment in our relationship unfair. The comments were pretty much unanimous in that I'm an asshole, and I needed to tell him, and this validated my decision to go forth and be honest, as nervous as I was.

I explained my situation about taking 2 yrs to come to this decision, how my fertility clinic had shut due to Covid which was why I had gone back onto dating apps. I explained how my clinic had reopened after meeting him, and how important it was to me to continue in my journey to become a mother. I knew this was 'baggage' he h

We had an ultrasound last week. Our son measured over 8 pounds even though my wife was only 36 weeks. She was told that our baby could be a 10 pounder and was upset because her doctor advised her to mentally prep for a C-section if he ends up being that big. She is also worried about having to deliver him vaginally if a C-section isn't required because he will be so large.

She has been upset about it for days and I told her that I thought she was worrying way too much since my mother gave birth to me and my two brothers with no issue and we all weighed over 9 pounds. She even did it naturally.

That apparently was the wrong thing to say and she had a breakdown. I was told I was unsupportive for telling her that she shouldn't be worried instead of acknowledging her concerns, which I don't get.

Those scans from what I have read aren't even that accurate, so it's not worth getting upset over when they could be wrong and even if they aren't there's nothing that can be done about it. The

This happened in 2006. I was in the US Air Force and deployed individually to Iraq (not with a unit). At the end of my rotation I also took the rotator back by myself. It was a commercial 747 the military paid to take a bunch of us to the US. Back then, we'd typically wear our uniforms, even on commercial flights. The guy in the seat next to me was similarly redeploying and also in his uniform. This was usually never a problem because Americans were typically very kind to Servicemen in their uniforms in public. (I cant say how it is now because that was a long time ago.)

We had a layover in Rammstein, Germany and civilians began boarding. These were mostly wives, children, and other dependents of those deployed to Europe. It had to be obvious those of us already on the plane were coming back from deployment. We were in desert patterned camo, glassy-eyed from mental and physical fatigue, and generally stunk of burn pit.

Well, this woman with a baby comes right up to my seat and an

Disclaimer: My mom was a single mother for most of my life and I in no way am implying there is something wrong with or shameful about being a single mother.

I have this “friend” Olivia. We aren’t really close, but we belong to the same large social circle (so we have a lot of mutual friends). We were having a zoom “party” when she announced she was pregnant with her boyfriend of one year. No one in our friendship group has met this boyfriend but we all gave her our congratulations and told her we’d love to meet the father when lockdown ends. Olivia got a really coy smile on her face and told us we all knew him already, but she would officially introduce us when the pandemic was over.

A few days later a smaller group of us were chatting and my friend “Emma” mentioned that another couple (Tom and Sarah) in our group were most likely going to get a divorce soon. This small group consisted of all of my personally close friends (which would normally include Sarah). Emma told us, with Sar

Messy but I’ll make this as short as possible.

So one of my best friends had a kid 3 years ago. She said it was a one night stand and later the guy expressed no interest in being a dad so she raised her son herself. No one has ever seen this guy, not even me.

The issue is this: this kid looks EXTREMELY like my husband like to an insane degree. The hair color, eyes, face everything. He’s even been out with my friend and her son and people have mistaken him to be the dad before. Needless to say for three years now I’ve had my suspicions but I haven’t said anything. My husband is also close to my friend and the timeline works out. We were all living almost in the same neighborhood around the time she got pregnant.

Over the past year it’s really eaten at me. I see the resemblance growing more and more. It doesn’t help that my friend refuses to show me a picture of her son’s biological father no matter how much I asked. It kept spiraling until I had a meltdown and confronted both of them

Now I'm grounded... And can't play terraria anymore..

Edit: Rip inbox and thx for the internet points. I'm alllowed to play again

Throwaway to avoid anyone recognizing me. I have a now 3 year old son, who was living with my mom(his grandma) for a year while I was away getting myself together. For personal reasons I will not explain why I was away for so long, but I felt I needed to better myself for my son. My mother agreed to take care of him while I was away. (I facetimed with him whenever I could)

Fast forward to last month, I come to my mothers house to pick up my son. He's happy to see me and me and my mother are talking while hes playing with his dinosaurs. He suddenly looks up at my mother and says "Mommy, I'm thirsty". I was obviously confused, and asked my mother if she heard him call her mom. She laughed nervously and said that he had been calling her that for awhile. She basically explained that while I was away she told him that she was his mom and to call her that.

I laughed and told her that I wasnt comfortable with that, since she wasnt the one who birthed him. I told her he should know that shes

First story: HERE

Before I start my update, I just want to say thank you for everyone that offered advice with insurance help, to emotional support and more. I've spent all my life being afraid of trusting my own decisions, especially when it came to treating my health, due to my mom and having a "present" but absent father did not help as well.

So, after I went to this sub, I immediately contacted my insurance and explained my situation and they were extremely taken back and did everything in their power to make the surgery confidential and to also prevent my mom from accessing my hospital visits etc. I honestly knew nothing about insurance and confidentiality, violations, and more, so I was definitely reassured about contacting them and knew my privacy was in good hands. I also spoke with my primary care doctor and explained to her everything about how my mom was entitled a

I (22) live with my parents right now. My mother is horribly entitled and narcissistic, and absolutely loves Costco. Back in early June I made the mistake of going to Costco with her.

When we were there, I was horrified by her behaviour..constantly nitpicking every little thing to any nearby staff, complaining (during covid noless) that they don't have free samples, etc. The worst, however, was when we already paid and were in the line to get our bags checked to leave.

The line was a total of two minutes, but that was too much. Ten seconds into being there, she literally started screaming at an employee at the membership desk (from her place in line, mind you, across the way) about how that guy "works in customer service" and therefore needs to "fix it". She even demanded his an other nearby employee's names, threatening to call corporate and threatening to make the initial guy pay for her entire purchase, because "her frozens were melting".

I was so horrified/ashamed/embarrassed t

I am 22F, and my mother and her partner are both 50yo. For context, I am a bisexual woman who has dated men/women in the past.

For the past couple months, my mother's boyfriend has continued to make jokes/debates about gender, and sexuality. At first, I put up with it because the 'debates' were so silly. Whilst standing in line at the store, he was trying to debate with me about identifying as lesbian. Now, as someone who has experienced homophobia in the past, I gritted my teeth, and explained how language works. You are straight, because you are male, and are attracted to women. He replied, okay, now I identify as female. This tedious 'debate' lasted until I walked away. Him identifying as a lesbian came up a couple more times, before I finally lost it in the group chat between the three of us.

me: *sends a joke*
him: is that gay code for something
me: no, that’s how you’d respond if a mate send a pic of their lunch to the group chat
him: I am new to this whole les

So my uncle died a couple months ago, I was pretty upset, but I got over it. Earlier today I heard my mom trying to sell his van over the phone to her friend. Her friend asked how he died and she jokingly said "he threw himself in front of a train" and started laughing.

This is fucking disgusting. I cant believe I live with this woman. I had no idea it was a suicide so the fact that she has the audacity to joke about it is so fucked up.

Edit: My dad's yelling at me to go to bed I'll respond to your comments in the morning

Edit 2: wow holy fuck I did not expect that much support! Thank you so much guys, I appreciate every single one of you, and I cant back to all of your comments, but I see them all :)

Edit 3: the are some frequent questions/misconceptions than keep arising. I'm going to answer these when I get the chance in another update.

Edit 4: An FAQ of sorts

Some of you guys are skeptical about my moms reaction, which is completely justified. I'm glad you are, instead of bl

Throwaway, mobile.

I have a 6 year old daughter from an old relationship. My daughter’s birth dad hasn’t been in the picture since before she turned one. My husband of two years has taken up the mantle of “daddy” to her and he’s absolutely one of the best men I’ve ever met, and he loves her. We’ve been talking about beginning the process for him to legally adopt her.

My pregnancy and birth was awful. I had hyperemesis gravidarum, which is basically fuck all bad morning sickness that persisted basically until right before I delivered. Even after receiving pitocin I wouldn’t dilate enough, so after laboring for hours I had an emergency c-section. While recovering from surgery and being a single mom, my daughter was also colicky and difficult to soothe.

What I’m saying is it sucked ass and I have no interest or intention of having any more children the old fashioned way. My husband knows and respects this, and he knows I want tubal ligation eventually. (He’s also mentioned maybe gettin

My daughter has recently let me know me that my brother sexually abused her multiple times over the course of 3 years - she was 8 when it started. To say that I’m feeling sick, full of guilt and heartbroken is an understatement. I’ve always been so close with my brother and I never thought he would be capable of doing this.

I stand by my daughter 100%. I’m making sure she knows this. I no longer have a relationship with my brother, and it hurts, but I know it’s the right thing to do. My daughter doesn’t want to press charges. (Should I still encourage her to?)

After telling my parents about this, I come to find out my mom already knew about this years ago when my brother confided in her. According to her, my brother is remorseful and she has already forgiven him. It makes me so angry that she knew and did nothing. In my eyes, she failed me, my daughter, and her other grandchildren.

Here is the part where this gets confusing for me. I don’t know how to proceed with this. It breaks

TW/sexual abuse

I was in foster care until I was adopted at the age of 8. I was so happy to finally have a family and to be with my siblings who I was separated from in the system. My two eldest sisters and older brother in one home, my 3rd eldest sister in another and my younger 2 sisters and I were in a third home. We never met each other until being adopted and it was great to finally meet them and live together.

The first few years was great but it all started to change. As we got older they stopped taking us to the doctor and the dentist. We weren’t allowed to hang out with our friends. They stopped taking us out to do things like eat dinner or watch movies at the theatre. We weren’t allowed to stay after school to work on projects or attend clubs. Church was no longer attended. They started dealing out harsher punishments for the littlest of things like saying something was stupid. They no longer helped us take care of the farm animals or the 44 show dogs my mother insisted on

I have had bad periods ever since I was fourteen.

With bad, I mean vomiting, cramps that make me cry, diarrhea whenever I eat something. When I was thirteen, I begged my mother to see a gynecologist for this and she agreed. I told him that this surely wasn't normal and that I wanted him to take a closer look. He basically told me that some girls are in more pain than others and that I will get used to it eventually. My mother was present. After that, she didn't let me see another doctor about the issue and told me that he had gone to med school and knew best. I didn't question it from then on: My mum always said I had a low pain tolerance, my OBGYN said it was normal, so it was clearly my problem, right?

Still, the pain persisted and my mum wasn't any help.

She screamed at me when I was sent home from school because I cried so hard during class, she rolled her eyes when I asked for Ibuprofen (she believes in homeopathy which is fine but wasn't successful with me) and made fun of my

Edit: Just noticed the error in the title... **Grandchildren

I'm in my early thirties. I got my first period when I was nine years old and they've always been.. gruesome. More blood than anyone could ever imagine, cramping so bad that I had to miss school and couldn't eat or drink or do anything because the pain was so bad.

In my mother's eyes... I was a faker. Making things up for attention or to get out of tests. She refused to take me to see doctors or anything. I wasn't even allowed pain meds.

Well, when I moved in with my then boyfriend at 27, he convinced me to GO SEE A DOCTOR because that wasn't healthy. And I did. I later got diagnosed with a rare reproductive issue (vague for privacy) that essentially could have been fixed if caught earlier. But it wasn't. The issue had gone on for long enough that the damage was pretty almosy irreparable. In the end, I was basically given the choice of surgery A, which would leave me infertile, with less complications and a lower fatalit

I left my home town and moved as far away as I could from my violently and emotionally abusive mother. I found a good job, made friends, got married.

Then my mother became seriously ill. It was clear that she would proably not live for more than 10 years. She, for almost the first time ever, actually picked up the telephone and called me. She told me I would need to come home as she needed someone to look after her. I pointed out I was married and had a job and a mortgage, but she just kept insisting I return to live with her. I reminded her that I was married, and wasn't going to get a divorce, and she told me she would consider letting my husband visit me in her house.

In the end, I had to put the phone down on her.

Turns out identity theft is a crime

I saw a post on another subreddit that reminded me of this situation, and I'm curious to know what other people think. This happened nearly two years ago but my family still brings it up sometimes and says that I was in the wrong.

I was flying to visit my family and had an aisle seat, which I was very thankful for because I get kind of claustrophobic in middle or window seats. I was getting buckled up and everything, when a lady comes over with her two kids (maybe 4-5 years old. looked like twins). She sees me sitting there and asks if I would be willing to switch seats with her. I don't remember exactly where her seat was, I think it was a few rows behind mine and it was a window seat.

I didn't want to switch and I told her as much. She got very annoyed and asked me again, and again. The flight attendant told her we were going to take off soon, so the lady asked me to move yet again. When I said no, she said that it was fine, but I would have to watch her kids. I told her I wouldn't

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An edit for people who have been questioning how I'm a conservative if I dont support trump or an anti masker...: Right-wing authoritarianism (RWA) is an ideological variable studied in political, social and personality psychology. Right-wing authoritarians are people who have a high degree of willingness to submit to authorities they perceive as established and legitimate, who adhere to societal conventions and norms and who are hostile and punitive in their attitudes towards people who do not adhere to them. They value uniformity and are in favour of using group authority, including coercion, to achieve it.[1]

Directly from wikipedia folks. Peace out bitches.

For some context, I live in South Africa where Minimum wage is R20.76.

So this past week I got told that the child that I currently Au Pair is getting taken to school (nothing to do with me, he’s struggling with social interactions with kids his age and needs to get back to school after lockdown) so I have been looking for a new job.

I get a message from a mother about an hour ago asking my rates, my hours etc.

I give her the low down, I get paid R49/hour because I have a lot of experience, and I am studying towards an education degree. I had to bring my rates down when I moved here because it’s a smaller town, I was getting up to about R80/hour previously. I can also work full days within reason.

This woman immediately criticized my rate, saying I can’t charge that much here. She then says she has an offer I will not be getting anywhere else, and that I should take it.

She wants to pay me R2000 for working from 7am to 4pm, working with her 8 year old and 3 year old and I wou

Tw: Chronic condition.

My baby boy was diagnosed with type 1 (insulin-dependent) diabetes, our lives haven't been the same eversince, we've been struggling with accepting his condition as the new normal while trying to learn as much as we can and be able to provide our son with the best care and minimise the occurrence of hypoglycaemic events (We live with constant fear of hypoglycemia/hyperglycemia and we could not escape the reality that one small misstep could lead to fatal outcome ) and to prevent long-term complications.

He needs to get his blood suger checked 3 times a day before giving him his injections. We do this based on pediatrician instructions, we also avoid getting him exposed to large groups of people or taking him places to visit family and friends during the pandemic.

We're taking necessary precautions to ensure he doesn't get an infection due to his weak immune system.

My husband and I are on a limited income, my husband has PTSD, and stress related health issue

I was reading this TIFU post about a mother who told her 4 year old that her hero Bob Ross is dead. One part got me in a fit and naturally my girlfriend asked me what made me laugh, so i started explaining the story in short.

As soon as I told her the kid had to cry because she had just been told Bob was dead, all colour left her face. With tears in her eyes and a pouting lip she asked me if I was serious - I explained to her that Bob Ross had in fact died in 1995, showing her the Wikipedia page to corroborate it.

My girlfriend is up there on the cries-because-swans-can-be-gay spectrum, so surprising here with this fact was not a smart move. The weeping waned away, but the sad and defeated mood stayed and now I'm on my way to pick up a bottle of wine and a tub of ice cream,so we can enjoy that during a Bob Ross paint-along.

I guess it'll be a watercolour made with tears. Thanks, /u/garryoak

TL;DR Girlfriend didn't know Ross was dead. Now she does.

Sorry guys about the poor grammar and format. I'm just shaken up and I really need to vent.

(I am Asian and my bf's family is black)

(This is an extreme summarized version btw)

I have been living at my boyfriends house since quarantine and instead of cleaning or watching TV together we decided to play UNO. I placed a +4 card and he had to add four additional cards to his 20-something deck. I called him "loser-kun" (I don't watch a lot of anime but he is a big weeb. He calls me "apollo-chan" or "something-chan" and says things like "baka" or "nani." He did this since we have been dating in high school.) His dad looked surprised and his mom looked extremely angry. They thought I called him a "loser coon" (I didn't know what that word meant until I looked it up, but it is racist.) She got extremely angry at me and started screaming at me. I told her I didn't understand what I did wrong. She called me a "Ching Chong Yellow Bitch" (lol) and then told me to "Get the f*ck out!" I tried to

Small Update: I let my sister know some of the things that are going on and we have started collecting evidence. There's a lot of small things that CPS might care to know about, like mood swings and extreme punishments.

There's a lot to this and good God it's a mess. I go off to college in August. I turned 18 at the end of May.

When I was about 14, my mother asked me if I would be willing to help her have a baby one day. I said yes without understanding what it all entailed. She is still holding me to this even though I have since changed my mind.

My mom has been threatening to kick me out over my refusal. She is pressuring me to sign a contract that would bind me to one cycle sometime before I turn 30 and she has even discussed me carrying a baby for her once I'm done with school. I feel very nervous about this and I'm trying to stall/hold out until I am no longer under her roof. I can't afford to move out (Eta: until August). I'm not sure if I could eventually get out of this c

This is my spice collection my spices

Edit: This is cool! My very first awards! Thanks folks :)

I'll start with Frollo. I never watched the Hunchback of Notre Dame as a little kid, but watching it now, I can wholeheartedly say the movie is phenomenal and he's incredibly well written villain.

He's a parental figure for Quasimodo, calls him an abomination daily, and isolates him from society.

Since he's religious, he believes that he is a good man and the world is wrong, and that every action he makes in excusable. He uses his religion to hurt people, and although he's not normally what comes to mind when you think "evil Disney parent", he reminds me so, so much of my mom.

And he's a great commentary on religious corruption that I'm surprised Disney even made. He's the most human villain, Hellfire is an amazing song, and he was my favorite villain up until I rewatched Tangled.

I watched Tangled twice as a kid, but I didn't even remember it at all until I rewatched it again recently. Gothel acts exactly like my mom, and even kind of looks like her. It's heartbreaking, in the com