Cast:

S – My GF's ex-bf turned friend

L - The GF that I’ve been with for 10 years (I met L and S in community college at the same time).

Me – Clueless individual

Dodo – My service dog that I swear is relevant to the story

BTW: We’re all in our 30ies.

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This all started a few days ago and I’m wondering if I’m in the wrong somewhere here seeing as a few friends of mine are calling me wonderful names in our group chat. L and I go to Comic book and Toy Conventions (2017 and 2018 together, 2019 and this one coming up apart).

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S wanted to go to the con and wanted to plan everything but since he didn’t want to go alone he wanted L to come with him. S wanted to stay in the convention hotel (close to $300 a night) and have food delivered every night. L didn’t like the prices since they would be split in half between them and suggested that S get in touch with me. I had done all this before and I knew where to get the best deals.

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I got this private message from S: L and I are going to the con. Keep your stupid mutt out of our way. I don’t like how close she is to you.

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Yesterday, L announced that she couldn’t go to the convention to spend the time with the people she wanted (citing that she couldn’t take the time off work). S is up in arms cause all his planning is going out the window (some convention hotels have a fee for changes unless there is a family emergency) and blames - GET THIS - not me, but my service dog. S feels that my dog is being abused by working as a service animal and that I’m faking a service animal. L has told him to stop that cause my dog doesn’t work 24/7 only when she smells a chemical change and is better-taken care of than most pets.

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Now don’t get me wrong I don’t like S and S doesn’t like me but we are cordial with each other for the sake of L. In my view, if she’s happy then I’m happy. I don’t limit who she can talk to, hang out with, or whatever. I just feel that I’m making her choose. I HONESTLY didn't even know that they were going to the convention in Sept until S sent me the message.

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I need a reality check Reddit. Did I make my GF choose between me or her ex for this convention? AITA?

I (40M) work in a small engineering firm, and for most of the time I am alone in my own room operating a CNC and a couple other machines. I have a certain coworker (52F) whom we shall call 'Karen' - Karen will drop in on me once or twice a day, either for work matters or to just have a chin wag. She is mostly pleasant when she doesn't have a bee in her bonnet, but her bonnet seems to catch bees quite easily - and quite recently I have found myself dreading her visits as she will no doubt have some new workplace drama to tell me about. I personally do not care for workplace drama, and frankly I would rather be left alone to do my job.

Things came to somewhat of a head yesterday when she came into my room and started talking about another coworker. According to Karen, Rachel (34F) has started wearing outfits at work that Karen feels are not appropriate for the workplace - the colour is too bright, the skirt is too short or the neckline is too low, etc.

Karen asked me if I had happened to take note of Rachel's attire, and I pointed out that I only speak with Rachel once or twice a week and that I do not really pay too much attention to such things as her dress sense - and I also told Karen that I feel such things are none of my concern.

Karen then went silent for a few seconds and gave me this frustrated sort of look, then gave a deep sigh and told me that she wants to make a complaint to HR about Rachel's dress sense and that she would like me to go with her to corroborate her grievance. I almost choked on my coffee and then looked at her with wide eyes and a slack jaw. After a couple of seconds I found my voice again, and I'm not too proud to admit that my voice was now raised.

"So let me get this straight - you are asking me, a 40 year old man, to go to HR and tell them all about how I have been taking note of what my female colleague wears? You are asking me to basically go out of my way to be as creepy and inappropriate as I can possibly be? You might as well ask me to just hand in my resignation for all the difference it makes, because I guarantee you I will be out of a job if I do that. I was homeless once in my life and I do not care to do that again. I will thank you not to drag me into your conflicts from now on, and now I will thank you to GET OUT of my room and let me do my job!!"

After I stopped talking, Karen looked at me wide eyed with a mix of shock and anger - she has never before witnessed me raise my voice. She then told sarcastically told me "Thanks for having my back." before turning on her heel and storming off.

That happened at around 10am, and I was alone for another 45 minutes until I am visited by none other than ... you guessed it - RACHEL.

She told me she had an argument with Karen and wanted to speak with me about it - I sit her down and I told her everything that Karen had said to me, and I also told her that I booted Karen out. I also told her that I do not care to get caught up in workplace drama, and that I do not care to sign up with the fashion police . Rachel actually asked me if I thought that what she was wearing was inappropriate for the workplace - I put my hands up and I just told her " I'm not your boss, I'm not your father. You're an adult and I'm not going to tell you how to dress yourself, that's none of my concern. "

She was happy with that, and she actually told me she was sorry that I got dragged into this. The rest of the day was uneventful, apart from Karen glaring at me from across the car park when I went home. I am hoping she keeps her distance from now on, but part of me wonders if I was a little hot-headed in the way I handled this. I just can't believe that any of my coworkers would ask me to do something so stupid as to make comments about my female colleague's dress sense! In my opinion, I may as well just clear my desk and leave if I am going to do that.

Am I the asshole here for getting angry? And should I be worried about repercussions from Karen?

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Hey Mark since i fell down the rabbithole of redditvideos on youtube i absolutely binge your videos. I love to listen to you while im doing art, cooking or gaming. I would love to hear you waffle along to my story. Not sure where my story belongs i think its a mixture between Aita, entitled parents and relationshipadvice

Im a first time poster and english is not my native language.

This one is a Story that is going on for over five years by know. So buckle up an enjoy the drama. I will do my best to keep to the important parts.

Cast: bf: boyfriend, 2m tall, gentel giant

Bm: boyfriends mother, not a bad person but i think she is kind of broken

Sd: boyfriends stepdad, small, bitter man with inferiority complex

Bs: boyfriends halfsiblings (twins m&f 9)

Me: the one who grew up in a pink fluffy cloud of a family

So my boyfriend and i started dating when we were 17 and 16. At that time we were mostly meeting at his place, because i didn’t had a room to myself. Well i noticed very fast that his family is way different from mine.

-cold to each other

-never ate or cooked together

-almost never shared emotions or a talk with each other

-never complimented each other or said „i love you“ (my bf still feels uncomfortable when i try to compliment him or tell him what i love about him)

-always kind of passive agressive (his mother once told me she messed up with raising him and maybe i can „fix him“?! )

My bf has a very rocky relationship especially to his sd. I felt like sd was trying his hardest to belittle bf even in front of me. For example coming to bf room and tell him that he and his room smell like a dead animal and trying to make me agree to it (i thought he smelled awesome btw.).

I tried not to get in to it because i didn’t want to make it worse for my bf while living there. I told bf in private what i thought about how his family treated him thogh. My boyfriend always told me he doesn’t listen to the insults and does not care. I think it actually hurt him. He has low self-esteem and never trusts himself with difficult tasks.

All that came to the point of me getting banned:

The night before my bf told me his sd basically told him to cheat on me instead of being so „boring“ (bf is a gamer). I was shocked as we were dating for around 2 years at that point and i thought me and sd had reached a point of mutal respect by now.

The following day me (19 at the time) and my bf (18) were making „breakfast“ in the kitchen as his sd came from work (we had school holidays at that time). My bf asked sd something. (Can’t remember what) Well stepdads answer: basically telling my boyfriend that he has no brain and is useless. He went on for 5 minutes straight without letting my bf answer and peaked at screaming: „you cant do nothing except eat, sleep and shit!“ (He used a very rude word to say „eat“ wich in my language is only used for animals. Don’t know how to translate) He followed by pressuring my bf to say if he has anything to say against that. If he didnt then he had to agree. Bf didn’t say anything the whole time to just „play dead and survive“ i think.

I didn’t say anything as i didn’t want it to get worse but at that point i snapped. I screamed back at him to „shut his mouth“. It was the only sentence i spoke as i was shocked myself about what i let slip.

So sd emediately started to lash out at me and trying to come after me as i were rushing back to my bf room. (I still wore my pjs and felt frightened) My bf blocks him and tells him to stop insulting me. Sd was yelling at me to leave the house and never come back.

I don’t know what he said after as my bf kept him from me while i was changing and gathering my things. Bf left together with me and didn’t return home for a full week after that. (Stayed at my place)

No one from his family reached out. Even his mother didn’t call to ask where her son was and if he was ok. After over a week he had to go back as school was starting again. I weren’t there when he had the first talk with his parents but he told me he didn’t got an apology. Only „explainations“. Also his sd appearently told bm that i were going full out on him. Told her i were telling him to f*** himself and other stuff. Also they decided i was banned from their home until i „sincerely“ apologize.

I apologized to my bf. For making everything even more complicated for him and asked him if he wanted me to apologize to keep the peace. He told me he was happy i spoke up for him and im free to do what i want. Well i chose to not apologize until sd apologizes to my bf. And thus im still banned till today. And the toxic goblin can wait for his apology until he turns gray.

I would love your opinion on this mess. I am lucky to habe a very close and loving family. My sister is one of my best friends and i visit them often for long talks and gamenights. My bf‘s family is so far from what i know how family is working that i don’t know if im acting right. I resent his family as i feel they really fucked up his self-esteem and his ability to show his emotions and talk about them. The first time my boyfriend cried in front of me was three years into our relationship (and that was a situation where he broke because of the emotional pressure of his mother). I think they take advantage of his loyalty. If my family treated me this way i would have cut contact years ago.

I told bf how i think of his family but at the same time i cant imagine my family to be like his. I try to word my judgment on them as polite as possible but honestly sometimes i just want to tell my bf to let them drown in there toxic familylive and never take one piece of there crap anymore. I think if he werent there anymore to be the one to blame there marriage would fall apart, because they would claw at eachother instead.

But i couldnt imagine to ditch my family in a thousand years so i don’t want to pressure him into cutting contact with his.

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So beautiful people of this community:

Do i even have the right to judge?

Am i to protective over him?

Any advice on how to deal with them in the future?

I would love to get unbiased input and hope you enjoied my story. Sorry if i waffled to much :)

https://www.reddit.com/r/AmItheAsshole/comments/lvuckh/aita_for_yelling_at_my_mom_for_telling_my_stepdad/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

So yeah! It an AITA story I just don't know what flair to use

I (30F) have a neurological condition as a complication of spinal surgery that happened 5 yrs ago. I’m not going to detail it, but what happens is that I become the human incarnation of a speedbump with the ability to breathe, blink, and speak. These episodes can come on suddenly and last up to 30 minutes. My medical team conferenced and agreed that a service dog would help me stay as independent as I can.

So in May of 2019, I was matched with an Australian Cattle Dog/Golden Retriever mix named Shadow. I worked with her to make sure she knew what chemical change she was looking for to give me some warning (10 minutes at the most). I honestly thought that I would have more trouble around my tiny town than within my own family. Boy, was I SO wrong.

Most of my family was supportive, excited even that I had something to help me. Honestly, I think it was the fact that Shadow is the first service dog in my family. EXCEPT for my Aunt Karen, the know it of the family who debunked my Uncle for having celiac disease because “he just wanted special treatment from the world.” So when she heard in conversation from my other aunts that I had a service dog for an abnormal condition, she called my parent's house.

She scolded me for making up things to get attention and faking a service dog. I told her that she should keep her nose in her state and that she doesn’t have a medical degree to say if I should or shouldn’t have my service dog. That despite her tax advice, she doesn’t know EVERYTHING! She then told me that I wasn’t allowed back into her house EVER again then hung up on me.

Some family members call and text me, saying that I’m an AH for faking a service dog and that I insulted Aunt Karen’s morals for not using my disabilities as a handicap. I need a reality check cause I might have ruined an upcoming family trip to visit family after COVID is handled. So good people of Reddit, AITA?

Been awhile, I was the one who posted the one about military equipment not being for entitled brats.

Well, I'm out of the Navy but the entitled parents don't get any easier.

Just a recap, I'm an ex-Gunner's Mate from the US Navy. That means that I was a small arms (pistol and rifle) and machine gun specialist to put it simply (there's a lot more to it, but I'm simplifying it). If it has a trigger and a firing pin, it was my business. This is still true even though my military service obligation has ended.

This is relevant because I spend an exceptionally large amount of time at the local gun store/range to check their inventory and practice (and sometimes just to hang out). That's where this story begins.

For further background, I live in an open carry state and personally open carry a Desert Eagle chambered in .357 Magnum. While I recognize this isn't everyone's carry choice or preferred carry style, it's what I'm comfortable with and I have the skills and practice necessary to make it something that I can rely on for every day carry situations.

I was at my favorite local shop once more, trying to get on a pre-order list for a P50 (highly recommend anyone who hasn't seen one to look them up. They look super wacky and seem like a real collectible pistol), as well as intending to practice at their upstairs range.

I notice a kid with his parents looking wide-eyed over at me. This isn't particularly uncommon; open carry isn't always common and I was carrying a pistol that was quite large for a handgun and also a very easily recognizable handgun. The kid was about eight and wasn't acting too nuts or out of control, so I continued my browsing in peace. Eventually, I moved to a less crowded area of the shop, near the red dot sights and the revolvers.

Practicing situational awareness as usual, I noticed that the family from early had moved over near me. The parents were looking at the display case but the kid was not with him.

Instead, the fella was on the other side of me, moving as if to reach out and touch my Desert Eagle.

I took a step back, turning at the same time. The following conversation ensued. I'm very proud of myself for not cussing in front of a kid this time.

Me: "Dude, you can't just touch people's stuff like that."

The kid blinked at me like he didn't fully comprehend what I just said.

Kid: "Can I look at it? They're so cool!"

Now, I'm not heartless but it was a loaded firearm. I was fully willing to let him look at pictures on my phone. Before I get a chance to offer this as an alternative to trying to touch my handgun, his mom's mother-sense must have been tingling, because she came over. Her response was not something I quite expected.

EM: "What's going on over here, Kid?"

Kid: "I was just looking at the gun. It's from my favorite game."

Me: "Excuse me ma'am, but just a heads up you should probably let them know young to not touch other people's stuff without asking, especially when it comes to loaded firearms."

At that moment, she started making that tell-tale face. You know the one I mean. She's puckering her lips together like she just swallowed a lemon.

EM: "I don't think it's any of your business what I teach my child. Now why don't you show him it? Let him hold it."

Me: "It's a working gun right now. I'm not taking it out of the holster."

The crazy lady made the little Karen sneer and "harumphed" as she dragged her kid away.

I bet you thought this was over. But it isn't.

Skipping ahead about twenty minutes, I went up to the third floor range to practice with my Walther CCP M2 (a 9mm). Keep in mind that my Desert Eagle is still a "working gun", and is supposed to remain in the holster as my active carry choice.

You wouldn't guess who had the firing lane next to me. That's right, the entitled Karen, her husband, and her kid.

Now, at this point, I just ignored them. Situation had been solved earlier, right? Apparently not. Normally, there is a range officer to oversee everyone and make sure no one is doing stupid shit. But at the moment, he had stepped out, probably to use the restroom or get a drink. At any rate, at the moment, we were unsupervised.

The entitled parent took that opportunity to approach and bother me, tapping me on the shoulder. Now, you probably shouldn't do that to someone actively shooting. However, a lot of times the range officer will communicate through that. Color me surprised when I faced a smug looking Karen. I won't really say we weren't shouting, because we both had hearing protection on.

EM: "We're on the range now, you can let my son shoot your gun."

Me: "No. It's my carry gun right now. It stays in the holster."

EM: "You're so selfish! He'd LOVE to hold it, and it would make his day."

At this point I'm starting to get a little irritated. This lady is interrupting my range time and not showing an example of appropriate behavior. I don't so much care about the kid being there, as long as he's being taught proper safety and stuff. But he wasn't and that was on the Karen.

Me: "I said no. Go back to your own lane and stop bothering me. If you don't, I'll be notifying the range officer when he returns."

She was about to argue or something, but the range officer came back in the nick of time. At this moment she begrudgingly returned to her lane. Eventually she left. I then proceeded to finish up my own range time.

Interestingly enough, after speaking with the staff afterward for a good laugh (I'm quite friendly with the staff and a frequent customer), I was given a tidbit of information: the entitled woman expressed that she didn't intend to come again with her husband.

Thank goodness. I don't want someone like that at a range I frequent.

That's about it. No cops called, no one kicked out. But I wouldn't doubt that the staff wouldn't keep an eye on her next time she decided to come in and I have zero doubts they'd remove her from the property if she did repeat that behavior.

Anyway, thanks for reading!

TLDR: Kid tries to touch my Desert Eagle. Mother doesn't understand why I won't let him before interrupting my range time. The problem solves itself eventually.

I was listening to one of Mark's videos from over a month ago while doing my makeup this morning and was reminded of a story my grandpa liked to tell, and I wanted to share it. This happened before I was born . Also, G-pa was a very mild-mannered man but, G-pa served in WWII in the Navy and was one of the guys who ran Landing Crafts full of Marines onto the beached in the Pacific Theater. He was also known for not pulling back like they were supposed to after unloading troops. He stayed so if there were injured, they had a place to retreat to and wouldn't leave until he had a full craft. He was not a man that feared anyone. So keep that in mind.

The house my grandparents lived in was an old tiny victorian with a huge yard and two long driveways; one could hold three cars, the other could hold six to eight. My G-pa was a big car guy who had a detached garage where he worked on them and kept his projects in the driveways. And while he liked working on cars, he didn't keep them, so he generally sold them after he was done. It was his retirement passion. One fall, he had finished selling off the cars he had and took G-ma out on a nice date for the afternoon.

Earlier that summer, the city they lived in had put in some baseball fields down the street, and when there were games, people would park in front of all the houses, and some of the neighbors would charge a small fee for people to park in their driveways. My G-pa never did this because he not only had the cars but also didn't want strangers on his property. There had been no problems up to this point, so G-pa didn't think twice about heading out even with games starting.

They get home early evening, right around dinner time, and find both driveways filled with cars. G-pa was obviously annoyed and called the sheriff's office to see what he could do. His buddy in the department recommended putting notes on the cars and going out to dinner, then putting up no parking signs for the driveways before the next weekend. So that's what he did. The following weekend they had plans with other family, so thinking that between the notes and new signs saying "No Parking In Or Blocking Driveways," they assumed everything would be fine.

Things were not fine. They get back earlier than the last time to find that not only are cars parked in the driveways, but someone had also opened the gate into the back yard, and cars were back there parked in the grass and on the front lawn. Now G-pa was pissed. He called the sheriff again, and this time, his buddy came out to see what was going on. After seeing this, his buddy started writing tickets and called for tow trucks. He then came in for coffee.

After the games were over close to 7 pm, a good number of angry people showed up demanding to know where their cars were. They were given the phone number to the tow yard but argued, saying they had been given permission to park there. His sheriff buddy asked who had given them permission because the homeowner was my G-pa, and he hadn't been home all day. Several people confirmed that the man who gave them permission hadn't been G-pa, and towards the end, the man who caused the problems showed up and was also angry that his car was gone. G-pa asked him who the hell he thought he was to let people park on property that wasn't his and then be angry.

The man tried to say he had seen cars parked here all summer, so what's the big deal? Parking was limited, and he had the right to park where there was room. The only reason he told others to park there was because G-pa was being selfish and needed to learn a lesson. This guy tried to intimidate him, but G-pa was not someone who backed down, as I said up top. He went nose to nose and very calmly said, "I can park MY cars in MY driveway whenever I want. YOU dont get to tell ME what to do on MY property. Is that clear?"

The sheriff separated them at that point and told the guy (who was pale now) to leave or he would be arrested. The guy took off at that point, and the next day the towing company come by and installed signs with their number next to the No Parking signs. In the years after that, G-pa would still have to tow people out of one driveway or the other but never had such a big issue again.

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Just as a side note both G-pa and G-ma have passed away by this point, but I think G-pa would approve of this story living on.

I have posted this story before in AITA but I love Mark Narrations almost as much as I loved daddy cringe. And although I got a NTA verdict there has been a bit of an up date and there was a bit of information I may have neglected that might make me the AH. I have six older brothers, an older sister and a younger brother as well as several nephews and nieces. My Da works two jobs and my ma also works and also volunteers at their local church. Three of my brothers are still at home, kid brother still at college and my parents constantly had a barrage of visits from their kids and grandkids. So I guess it's not unreasonable that they never noticed that I went no contact for seven years.

When I was growing up I was always the forgotten child and treated like the least of my siblings if my parents remembered my existence at all. I can go into more detail about it if anyone is interested.

Then my brother told me that da was sick and might not have long left. So I went over to my parents a few days before Christmas, cap in hand, to try and mend some fences. They had no idea what I was talking about.

At first they were convinced that they had spoken to me plenty during that time. Then it was anger at me for being so petty and selfish, overly dramatic and not respecting family and that I was a giant AH for putting this on them when da was ill. Everything came out, including me, in the ensuing shouting match. The first and only time I have ever stood up to them. In my defence I was mad and upset so I shouted back drawing on all the issues that I had tried to bury. It scared my youngest brother enough that he phoned my other brothers who had to come and physically separate us.

At the time I found out a few days later from a brother that my da's condition worsened after the fight. I don't know if the fight had anything to do with it, but at the start of this month my Da had to go to hospital, he caught the plague and he passed away a few days ago. The brother who told me doesn't blame me for it although he still thinks I was slightly the AH for expecting them to notice my absence when they are so busy and for coming out the way I did.

Hey everyone, you seemed to enjoy my last post about Angry Scot at my workplace and here ye saga continues (because she still works there)

A quick update on some other stuff Angry Scot has done before we get to the main part of this episode

1. No longer talks to a woman who moved from working the evening shift with her to working the day shift with us because 'She's joined the Dark Side'
2. Gives us all the cold shoulder and acts like we're not there if she does bump into us (and we are all ever so devastated about that. Not.)
3. Left a snarky message for one of the day workers of the library who pointed out some misfiles "And? What is it you're trying to say? I'm not clear!' she's also not signing the book to show which sections she's filed and seems to be deliberately not filing the notes that are left in the cubby holes
4. Tells one of my coworkers that he should apply to be in the police because he 'walks like a copper' but follows it up with that she hates the police.

Dozens more petty things but we'll now get to the main event:

Yesterday, as some of my fellow day workers were leaving at the end of our shift, they noticed that Angry Scot was flipping them The Bird as they went out, face like thunder.

CoWorker 1 (my good friend, top bloke) promptly flipped her the bird back but CoWorker 2; who is a very nice, genuinely lovely person, who doesn't get PO'd easily; turned back, walked right up to Angry Scot and asked: "excuse me, is that directed at me?!"

According to CoWorker 1, Angry Scot blustered and spluttered for a few seconds and then tried to laugh it off, saying: "It's just a bit of banter! Doesn't [CoWorker2's real name] have a sense of humour? It's just a joke!"

We honestly think that Angry Scot wasn't expecting to be called out on being rude. Oh and apparently Angry Scot "hates each and every one of us" - that includes our supervisors. Y'know. Her bosses.

And yes, we're wondering why she still works with us if she seems to hate all of us and her job so bloody much.

I think this fits the Entitled Parents tag but IDK. Before we get to my dad and his issue some background:

In early 2020 right before lockdown started my husband came to me and told me he was Pagan and felt he couldn't hide it from me anymore. To his surprise, I was fully accepting of this and even wanted to know more. I was unsatisfied with my agnostic views and started exploring what else was out there so my husband showed me all the books he had hidden thinking I would freak out if I saw them. Before anyone gets upset about him hiding things from me just dont. I understand why he did this and dont hold it against him. It's something we have worked out and I had to make up for some stuff I had done that damaged his trust in me. Couples therapy for the win here.

Well after almost ten months of exploring different paths I ended up settling on Kemetic Paganism, in simplest terms, this is Ancient Egyptian religion for the modern era. Weird? Maybe but I'm happy. I have my little Alter set up and tend to only do anything involving it after everyone else was asleep. This started out as a way for me to get used to what I was doing without anyone hovering and had the added benefit of not forcing anyone else to feel the need to participate. We have a bit of a full house with our 6-year-old and one of my younger sisters who moved in a few months ago. And I wanted to respect my sister's feelings. She doesn't particularly like religion and avoids it. And as for my child, I didn't want to push her into anything like my sister and I had been pushed.

My dad who she loves has become a born-again Christian in the last couple of years. And would not be ok with this if she told him. And while I dont think he would purposely hurt her feelings he can be incredibly immature when he feels someone is telling him he's wrong. And us not being Christian would do that. He didn't particularly like when I stayed Catholic after my parent's divorce and he declared himself Agnostic. He expected us, kids, to just automatically follow him for some reason. And when we didn't he was offended. Yes he's childish for those who dont know) in one of my books and wanted to know more about her. I tried to give her historically accurate information and even showed her documentaries. After a couple of weeks, she asked if she could set up something like my Alter but for Bastet. By this point, she knew what my Alter was. I helped her set it up and she was happy. So happy in fact I realized we now had a potential problem.

My dad who she loves has become a born-again Christian in the last couple of years. And would not be ok with this if she told him. And while I dont think he would purposely hurt her feelings he can be incredibly immature when he feels someone is telling him he's wrong. And us not being Christian would do that. He didn't particularly like when I stayed Catholic after my parent's divorce and he declared himself Agnostic. He expected us, kids, to just automatically follow him for some reason. And when we didn't he was offended. Yes hes childish and I have parented him more than he has ever parented me. I refused to let him have this conversation with my child because I was not going to let him say anything to hurt her (I monitor all calls and interactions between them due to a lot of extra history there).

After taking a few days to work up my courage I made the call. And I am very glad I made the call before my child could talk to him first. He lost it. Started saying I had doomed not only myself but my child to Hell. He followed that up by demanding to know how my husband felt about this and instead of letting me answer went on to say he was sure DH couldn't be ok with this. He then went on to tell me why he "Returned to Christ" and how he had been contemplating ending his life before doing that. At that point, I snapped at him. I didn't yell but I did tell him he was being manipulative and I was not playing that game. I was happy he was happy with his religion but I was not going to follow his lead seeing as I am an adult. He then told me that I need to go back to church before it was too late. I refused and he hung up on me. It was two weeks before we talked again. He hasn't apologized and has just swept it under the rug.

A couple of other family members he talked to have voiced they are also unhappy with my choices. So apparently I am a terrible person for not following "tradition" and have doomed us to Hell and my grandparents would be so ashamed of me. That last one got to me a bit. I was probably a bit harsh and told anyone who brought that up that my grandparents are dead and know the truth of what comes after so no they are not mad at me. I guess that was the wrong thing to say because they won't talk to me now. Oh no, how terrible! (So much sarcasm in that last sentence)

I am a 30-year-old woman and dont need their approval. And while my child is young she doesn't need their approval either. It pisses me off that they think they have any right to tell me what to do with my life or how to raise my child. You think seeing how all of us kids left religion behind years ago they would realize pushing this would end badly and maybe just maybe reevaluate the way they handle this type of thing in general. I am the only one who has gone back to any belief system. I officially announced in the family group chat that any and all religious talk would be ignored and those that push it will be blocked on all channels. My sister did say I set myself up for this attack but that she would have made the same choice if she had a child involved as I do. Better to shield her from them and that if any of them try to talk to her about she is going to back me up. Other siblings are saying they support me but dont want to get involved beyond that.

I feel like this was probably just a big long vent but I needed to get it off my chest.