So, a lot my fiancé's family immigrated to the US from Mexico before she was born. I've been with her for a little over five and a half years. Although I've definitely picked up things here and there, my Spanish proficiency is inexcusably still pretty firmly at a "No hablo español" grade-level.
The first several years we were together her aunt and uncle and their children lived very closeby, and as a couple we probably saw them every few weeks over that time. A couple years ago they moved a little further away and now it's more like once a month or two. The uncle speaks English reasonably well, but Spanish is his native tongue, so every time we've seen their family, I would greet her uncle with an enthusiastic "Hola Gordo!" Obviously I'm usually saying this in front of his entire family.
A couple hours ago, I was getting dressed to take my fiancé to work, and she tells me (an overweight American) "hurry up gordo". Naturally, I ask her to explain why she's calling me by her uncle... keep reading on reddit ➡
My uncle (41) lives with my husband, my 3 year old twins and I. My uncle lives with us because he’s disabled (physically, he got in a car accident a few years ago and he fucked up his back and can’t really live by himself) and we had an extra bedroom in our house.
Anyway, he’s not the biggest fan of kids, and there’s been a few incidences where he’s lost his patience with my kids and I’ve warned him that it wasn’t going to slide, and that he was on thin ice
This morning my son woke up and went into the living room instead of waking us up and started playing on his little tablet. I can see the living room from our bedroom so I laid in bed and just kinda listened for him and for my daughter to get up.
Suddenly I hear a door slam open and my uncle scream “Turn the fucking volume down and the lights off you little fucker.”
I jumped up and ran into the living room and grabbed my son and told my uncle to go back into his room.
When the kids went down for their nap I knocked on his doo... keep reading on reddit ➡
My uncle's 56, and has it out for "SJWs", my generation, and women who aren't submissive. You can basically say, "Remember back in 1999 when" and he'll interrupt about how everybody born since then is an easily offended snowflake.
He came over, angry that his supervisor wrote him up. Basically, he told a racist joke to a black guy. I told him, "Most people don't like racists. Doesn't take that many brain cells to figure that one out." He said, "It's not my damn problem that your generation's a bunch of easily offended pansies." I told him, "Says the one that doesn't like to be told to lose weight." (He's 6'1 and 400 lb.)
He called me a disrespectful little bitch and left, and my roommates watching that exchange said I went too far. I told them I was proving a point to a guy who'd hate me for existing if I wasn't family, and they told me to be the bigger person. AITA? I genuinely don't see what's wrong with what I did.
To begin, I was informed by a police department chaplain last Saturday that my uncle had passed away in late January. I am the only surviving next of kin on his side of the family, and have been handling his cremation.
The house he lived in is held by my grandmother's trust estate, and I am the last surviving member named in the trust. It is stated in the document that in the event of his death, the property and it's contents are to come into my possession. I have not been able to find my uncle's will, and I have no knowledge that he has ever completed one.
My uncle, at the time of his death and presently housed two roommates. One is my late mother's old boyfriend, whom I have known most of my life, and cared for my mother until her passing. He moved in with my uncle shortly after my mother passed last year.
The other is a man, I'll call him M, who my uncle was close friends with, and has lived in the home for about two years.
The mortgage hasn't been paid since my un... keep reading on reddit ➡
My cousin wanted to join the Marines after my uncle (his father) enlisted there for 20 years. After his service, he was discharged honourably and worked as a football coach. My cousin was discouraged by my uncle because of the things he saw in Iraq.
Last week, my cousin posted a picture to Facebook and Instagram talking about how he enlisted in the Marines while wearing the uniform that my uncle owned. In the comment section, people were praising him and also sending small presents like gift cards to thank him for his service. I forgot to mention how my cousin thinks that he is better than everyone else and how he can do whatever he wants. The worst part is that our Grandfather was a Marine who fought in the Tet offensive and a quarter of his platoon died. He is basically pretending that he is like them.
I knew my uncle was going to be pissed off because he hates people who use stolen valor and so do I. Because of that, I called him up and spoke to him and told him what my cousin was... keep reading on reddit ➡
My father is a dick and so my uncle (my mother's brother) has always been one of my favorite male figures He's about 13 years older than me, so I saw him as a really cool older brother. He took me to school, played with me, helped me with my homework, went to the pool with me and everything else a little girl could want.
But when he was in the middle of the 20's and I was 12-13 he started to give me less and less attention, got a girlfriend, was starting to think about having children and I became really jealous.
I always spent a lot of time alone with him and started making small threats whenever he didn't give me any attention when he was "babysitting" me. I started by saying that if he didn't drop the phone to talk with me or anyother thing I woulf tell my mom that rubbed my butt or something "minor" as it. He seemed very uncomfortable to hear that and most of the time he paid attention to me.
It didn't take long for me to realize that this works very well and I started using it... keep reading on reddit ➡
So my uncle said he is getting married this summer to is girlfriend of 11 years. I was very happy for him I told him congratulations, he told me I could come but I had to cut my long hair. I asked him why and he told me that his GF is insecure about her hair being not that long and does not like guys with long hair. I told him sorry then I'm not going, He asked why and I told him I have a weird shaped head and it does not look good with short hair and I'm insecure about my head shape. I told him this and he told me man up men don't need to feel insecure, I told him I guess I won't go to your wedding. I got calls from my Parents and other family members to stop being a baby and cut your hair.
sorry for the bad format I don't type that great
AITA?Edit first off thanks for the Gold and silver secondly let me explain some things
So for some background, my grandpa died about 2 years ago. He and my Grandma have had a will since they were in their mid-50’s stating that when they pass, the house & land will be sold and all of their money will be spilt between all of the 5 kids. There was a part in the will that stated “if anyone tries to contest the will, they will get nothing.”
Since my grandma is still alive, everything now belongs to her. My uncle(55) and his wife(50) who I’ve always had a good relationship with have been living with her pretty much their whole lives. They have a child (7). Neither of them have jobs. My uncle doesn’t work because of a disability and his wife can only hold down a job for a couple weeks before she is fired or quits.
My grandma is not in her right mind. She’s getting dementia and she is easily manipulated and has had her identity stolen twice by scammers.
My uncle and aunt have somehow convinced her to change her will and leave everything to them instead of splitting it ev... keep reading on reddit ➡
My mom never told me about him, but it's nice to finally meet him!
This happened a few years ago. I had come home for the Christmas's break, along with a few family members that were visiting for the celebrations.
There were 12-14 of us, and we were all staying at my folks. I should tell that my family makes up for a pretty interesting and verbose crowd, all professionals with rather successful careers in different fields. There's a couple of MDs, lawyers, psychologists, engineers, and musicians. Eclectic, but fun.
We would spend our days and nights catching up, playing games and having these lavish meals where conversation, music and wine flowed in free form. I keep fond memories of the event, albeit for one micro-episode.
It was the smallest thing. Somebody bought a charades game one afternoon, and we proceeded to play. Teams were formed, game was on.
At first it was fun, then it got more competitive. Yelling and distraction techniques ensued, until the thing happened.
It was my turn to guess, and my uncle - the neurologist - was to try his be... keep reading on reddit ➡
The FBI and the Rexburg (Idaho) Police Department are asking that visitors to Yellowstone National Park on September 8, 2019, submit any photos and/or video that may assist in the investigation into the disappearance of 17-year-old Tylee Ryan and 7-year-old J.J. Vallow.
An ongoing investigation has determined that the children were in Yellowstone National Park on that date with their mother, Lori Vallow, and uncle, Alex Cox. The group was traveling in a 2017 silver Ford F-150 pickup, with Arizona license plate CPQUINT. Below are photos of the Tylee Ryan, J.J. Vallow, Lori Vallow, and Alex Cox, that were taken in the park on September 8, 2019, as well as pictures of the vehicle.
Law enforcement is seeking photos and/or video that may have captured images of these persons and the vehicle, or images of crowds and other park visitors where these individ... keep reading on reddit ➡
This happened when I was a 5-year old. My uncle was visiting us, sitting and talking to my dad in living room. I was playing around with different toys and then remembered the bb pistol my older brother had recently bought. I'd seen him arming it by pushing the front loading piston inside the barrel.
My brother was outside at the time so I went into his room and found the bb gun. Took it and immediately found it real heavy. I couldn't arm it with my tiny hands so I put the piston on the ground and sat on the handle to arm it up.
Came back to the room and went to my uncle side. He was still talking and didn't notice what I was about to pull. His head had blocked me so even my dad didn't see it when I raised the bb pistol up and shot the poor bastard in his ear from just an inch away. He went down screaming and holding his ear.
Ran away and hid in a kitchen cabinet. There was lots of noise and after several minutes I heard people calling my name. Obviously I didn't dare to come out of... keep reading on reddit ➡
I live 12 hours away from all of my family and finally was able to fly in to visit after being away for two years. On the day I was supposed to fly out, my husband got me to the airport too late and I missed my flight. When I spoke to the gate attendant, I was already a sobbing mess. Originally she wasn’t going to help me get another flight out, but she asked the purpose of my flight...and my dumbass says “funeral” and her demeanor changed immediately. So I get a ticket for a flight first thing the following morning (yesterday).
Upon landing, my mother is distraught. My great uncle suffered an unexpected heart attack on the golf course just two hours before. My flight had now been turned into one for a funeral. I haven’t told anyone because I feel absolutely overwhelmed with guilt over circumstance.
TLDR; I missed a flight and lied to a gate attendant about a family member dying and they actually died.
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As the title gives away, this didn't happen to me. But is the story of how my uncle avenged my parents.
My parents had me when they were plenty young. They were not teens anymore but had barely left that age bracket. My mom and dad met in college. That was also when they had me. So while my parents were in their courses, I mostly stayed with my grandparents. The whole family lives in the same area. And the college was not that far away.
My parents were still young and liked to go out with friends on occasion. When the following happened I was a few years old. On occasion, they frequented a bar. A drunk guy there groped my mom and did not take a no as a no. My dad intervened and stopped the guy. And half an hour later all seemed forgotten. The music was loud the bar crowded and then someone in the crowd hit my dad with an empty glass pitcher square in the face. He was bleeding profusely and collapsed. But in the press, semi-darkness and over the music no one knew who did it.
My dad g... keep reading on reddit ➡
Dude is out there supporting every level of wrestler and promoter, from bingo halls to Wrestlemania. He's helped out Impact, ROH, AEW, Chikara, and Lucha Underground. Puts over young talent, defends tradition, and happy to take a check where he can get it.
And now reports are he's at the hospital with Scott Steiner.
Good on ya, Tommy. Thanks for being awesome. Terry Funk chose well.
I have no memory of this event, however my mother relayed it to me a few years ago. So my uncle died in August of 1998 when I was 3 years old. On the night of his funeral my mother, myself, and a few of my great aunts and uncles stayed at my grandparents house.
My aunt woke up and she swears she saw my uncle walking down the hallway towards the room my mom was in.
Now what my mother told me is what chills me. She said she woke up in the middle of the night and heard me talking from my grandmother's room. So she got up and walked to the door and looked in to see me sitting up in a chair with my eyes closed saying things like, "Yes I'll be good for mommy." and, "I'll miss you too."
She's never told me anything beyond this. But my uncle and I were close when he was alive, just like I'm close with his younger brother now. So I guess it's only natural he would want to say goodbye to me.
This will be short and sweet my son is 13 years old and he just recently confided in me that he thinks he like boys more than girls. I’m totally accepting of that and told him I’m glad he told me and he should be proud. He’s still a little confused I think, he’s still working it out and dealing with his feelings and puberty but he just told me one day after I asked him if him and his female friend hanging out was a date he said “no it’s not a date mom. I don’t like her like that. I’m not sure I even like girls like that”
With that being said my brother is very homophobic, he and my son have a very close relationship they hangout and see movies together often he’s kind of a mentor to him I guess he looks up to him. But my brother is very homophobic like I said he casually uses the gay slur that starts with an f when referring to notable gay figures or celebrities. We’ve had many an argument about it but he is just so pigheaded and ignorant. Other than that he’s a very kind man and he’... keep reading on reddit ➡
So I'm in asia and it's common here to live with family even if you're an adult. I usually work at home during night time and I do my best to not get in the way of my family and focus on my owl hours. But it's been driving me mad on how I can't manage my sleep and work hours because he KEEPS MASTURBATING, AND LOUDLY AT THAT.
We only have one working shower at home (again common in my country) and we all share that. And he loudly masturbates in it. The bathroom too. Imagine my horror when a relative visited and he was groaning so loud that it reached the living room area. Thankfully our relative is a bit deaf and didn't notice it but what about next time. And when I work at night sometimes he's STILL DOING IT.
I have ADD and have a great difficulty in working for long hours without absolute silence. That's why I force my body to work at night and change my usual time, just so I could work. AND HE'S STILL DOING IT.
Jesus fucking christ. I'm about to get an ear infection from me, plug... keep reading on reddit ➡
21f here. This morning, I warned my uncle that my Nmother is a paedophile and that he shouldn't let her be alone with his children. He was really shocked, told me he was really sorry, and that he felt guilty for not knowing so he could have done something to "save me from evil".
He also asked me if my E/Nfather knew, and I spilled the beans on his similar abuses. (I'm NC with both of them, by the way).
He thanked me for telling him so he can protect his children. My uncle said I'm brave, and that's pretty cool.
This Monday, I will be spilling the beans about my parents to the police. I'm not looking to make a report right now, but the lady who answered my email (asking if there were time limits to reporting my parents' type of child abuse) got really concerned and wanted me to talk to either her on the phone, or to the local police station. I'm not a phone person - to put it mildly - so here we are. Still not looking to report until later, but we'll see what happens.
I've felt all... keep reading on reddit ➡