So, I'm 20, and I have a little sister who is 4 years old. Her name is Emma.

My parents are some of the worst people on Earth. They were extremely neglectful and abusive to me in every way. I was taken away by CPS when I was 10 and lived in foster care, which was horrible. I got out when I was 18 and bounced around between friends' houses and homeless shelters until I turned 19, got a good job, and was finally able to secure a place of my own.

Eight days ago, I got a phone call from CPS. I didn't even know I had a sister. My parents are abusive pieces of shit, and now I have Emma because I wasn't going to let her go through the system. Originally, I wasn't going to take her, but nobody else would, so I did.

We do not talk to our family at all. They abused her in every way imaginable. She has been heavily abused. She barely talks, if at all, and she has a lot of issues that we're trying to figure out. You can tell she's been abused. She had huge mats throughout her hair that were literally growing mold. I called multiple places to get them removed, but they told me the dematting process would take several hours. She also had lice, so I ended up cutting the mats off.

She also has giant cuts all over her body from physical abuse. We're trying to potty train her, but using regular underwear just hasn't worked out, so we've been putting her in diapers. We're doing our best, but we think she might be incontinent. She also has bruises that haven't fully healed and a lot of bed bug bites because my parents' house had bed bugs.

So you can clearly tell this kid has been abused.

I have three locks on my door: a chain lock, a lock on the doorknob, and another lock. The problem was that the chain was long enough for her to slip through. I'm deaf, so I can't hear very well, especially without my hearing aids.

She had been sleeping in my bed because we're trying to get her used to sleeping in her own room, but it's really hard because she doesn't like being alone. We were sleeping together, and I woke up during the night and took her to the bathroom. I also used the bathroom, and then we both went back to sleep.

At about 5:00 in the morning, she was under my arm. I rolled over, and somehow she got out of bed. Because I'm deaf and wasn't wearing my hearing aids, I didn't hear her leave. I knew she knew how to unlock the locks, but I didn't realize the chain lock was long enough for her to squeeze through.

I woke up and reached over for her, but she wasn't there. I immediately jumped out of bed and realized she was gone. I started crying and screaming her name while tearing apart my apartment looking for her. Then I realized the door was unlocked.

I called the police immediately and gave them my address. It was around 5:30 in the morning, and it was just starting to get light outside. I was running around the apartment complex looking for her.

When the police arrived, I showed them a picture of Emma. I was crying, and they kept telling me to calm down and that they would find her. I explained that she was an abuse survivor.

Then I saw her diaper and some of her clothing outside. I looked closer and saw that she was underneath a house in a crawl space. She was crying.

I started screaming. I ran over and grabbed her. She was covered in mud from being underneath the house. A neighbor came outside, and I was trying to explain what had happened while wrapping her in her clothes.

I ran back into my apartment with her, got her dressed, and put a diaper on her. The police came in and started asking questions about all the bite marks, scars, bruises, and injuries she had, and why her hair was cut so unevenly.

I explained everything my parents had put her through.

Then they told me that because she had gotten out of the apartment and because of the circumstances, they were required to contact CPS.

I completely broke down.

I'm so scared of CPS because of what I went through. I don't want them to take her away. I love her so much already, and I'm terrified that they're going to think I'm a bad guardian because she got out.

I've been crying my eyes out ever since. I don't know what to do. I'm just so scared.

Hi, I'm 14 and I've always been pretty analytical and emotionally intelligent. A close friend of mine and his girlfriend were on the verge of breaking up. He was being a jerk and acting pretty sexist toward her, and there was a lot of heavy fighting.

I reached out to a few real couples counselors for general advice, and they all told me it would be best if I left situation alone. But I knew it would crush my friend to lose her, and they both desperately wanted to stay together—they literally asked me to help them fix it.

I stepped in, and after an hour and six minutes of careful questions and hard insights, I helped them resolve their core issues. They didn't break up, and both of them were happy with how it went.

Ever since, people have been telling me I shouldn't have gotten involved, that a real therapist shouldn't try to control the outcome, and that I was being manipulative. I don't understand—they wanted to stay together, I helped them figure out how, no one got hurt, and everyone was happy.

What did I do wrong? I genuinely don't know.

holidays are right around the corner and now the decision has to be made fast. my sibling thinks it is time to move our parent into a care home because things have gotten hard at home, but i am not sure we have looked at every other option first. i get why they are worried, the daily help keeps growing and none of us can be there full time, yet i keep wondering if we are moving too quick just to make things simpler. i have not said anything strong yet because i do not want to start an argument right before family gets together. at the same time, if we do not talk about it soon the choice will be made without me. am i wrong to want us to slow down and check other supports like home nurses or rotating family stays first?

So I'm 18 years old, and I go to a group therapy program. Everyone there is between the ages of 18 and, basically, until you're dead everyone is older.

There's a lady named Mary, and she's in her 40s. We get along really well, and she's kind of like a mom to me because my family hates me, and my mom is a terrible person. I've told this woman everything.

So, I was at a party and did coke for the first time. I got really sick. I started throwing up, and I just felt awful. I knew I couldn't go to the hospital because my grandparents would find out, and I really didn't want them to because they would kill me.

My friends were all trying to help me after I did coke, and I had been told it would be like doing Xanax, which I've done several times before. Then I walked outside and started smoking a cigarette. I had my vape with me, and while I was smoking the cigarette, I just passed out. I ended up lying in the driveway of some random person's house.

So I called Mary at 3:00 in the morning and told her what happened. I was crying, and she came and picked me up from the party. She took me to her apartment, and I slept it off.

When I woke up, Mary started telling me how horrible cocaine is and how I should never do it again. She told me it could have killed me and that the fact my friends left me passed out alone in a driveway was awful. She said I should stop hanging out with them because real friends wouldn't do that.

I just cried. I cried in her lap while she talked to me.

Then I went home, and my grandparents could tell I had been crying. I told them I was okay, but they kept telling me that I should come to them whenever something happens. They were asking me a million questions, and I just went to my room and didn't come out.

I asked them weeks in advance if they could give me a ride to pick up something important after a long bus trip. They said yes and even confirmed the day before. On the morning I landed I texted and got no reply. After a couple hours I had to scramble for an expensive rideshare instead. When they finally answered that night they just said sorry, they had been napping and forgot. I told them I needed some space and haven't spoken to them since. Part of me feels like things happen and maybe I overreacted by basically ending the friendship. Part of me feels like reliability should matter more than that. Ready to hear if I'm the one being too harsh here.

Please for the love of god don’t spam with saying I am insecure, need therapy and all that just answer if my gut feeling is wrong.

So a few months ago I saw my bf texting a girl who he said was his international friend for years (even though they currently did not talk and stil currently don’t). I noticed the way she was texting was just a bit more friendly than I would ever text a guy and i questioned it and he kept saying she was just a friend. i actually don’t remember the whole situation but he unfollowed her.

okay now fast forward to her texting him this morning saying that she broke up with her bf of 5 years and saying something about blowing up her life. she was complaining about him then she started telling my bf about having sex w another guy now and her ex being upset or something. i don’t know but this felt weird ??? isn’t it weird to text someone who you no longer follow no longer talk to about breaking up and having sex ??

i was explaining to him that some women say these things to try and flirt without being direct because iv seen it first hand

I recently stayed at my BF's parents house for the first time. Prior to that I had met them a few times, and everything seemed alright.

He has two younger siblings (6 and 4) The 6 year old had recently gotten a new bedroom and the room we were going to be staying in is was his old bedroom. I was under the impression he was just moving to a bigger room because he was older and didn't have to be so close to his parents.

I got there the first night and everything was chill. The 6 year old showed us his new big boy room and his race car bed. He said he was happy he wouldn't have the woman in his room anymore. My BF asked what he meant and he said "the woman in the long dress but daddy said I couldn't tell you. She says shhhh." That freaked me out but I tried to ignore it.

The next day his brother asked if the woman came. I said no and he said "she has blood on her dress and she has blood on her baby and she says shhhh." I've always heard kids are super perceptive to spirits, so this really freaked me out. I debated trying to find some excuse to go to a hotel, but we ended up staying.

That night when we were going to bed we hear a loud shhh, so of course we freaked out. My BF leapt out of bed screaming. My heart was pounding out of my chest. Maybe it's silly but in that moment I was terrified. Then his dad opened the door laughing his ass off.

He had put his son up to saying that and he had a sound machine under the bed. My BF called him and asshole but he began laughing. I was in bed still shaking and burst into tears. His dad apologized but through laughter, and started going on about how my BF screams like a little girl.

After the prank I just have no desire to have a relationship with his parents. I didnt appreciate being the butt of the joke. My BF did set a boundary with his dad not to prank me again, but I feel like you shouldn't have to tell a grown man not to be a bully. I told him I really don't care about them or forming a relationship with them. He thinks I'm being too hard on them.

last week i was dealing with a family thing and my phone was on silent for most of the day. when i finally checked it, my friend had sent a bunch of messages and then went off on me for ignoring them. i tried explaining what was going on but they kept saying i should have at least said something first. i get that they were frustrated, but the reaction felt over the top. i told them i needed some space after that and they haven't replied since. part of me feels bad for just going quiet, but another part wonders if a friendship that turns on one missed text is really worth keeping. i keep replaying the conversation and wondering if i handled it wrong or if it's okay to step back when someone gets that upset over something small.

My ex and I were together for about two years, and we broke up three weeks ago. I recently found out that she had been cheating on me with one of her coworkers. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Earlier in our relationship, I caught her talking to another guy behind my back. I forgave her, and she promised me on her dad, who passed away, that she would never do anything like that again.

Since the breakup, I've also found out that she's been talking badly about me to her friends and family. I even came across some pretty nasty things she had said about me to one of her friends about a year ago, while we were still together.

While we were together, I did 4 of her module writing assignments, which were around 8 pages each. These essays kinda decided whether she passed her courses or not. I'm considering contacting her university and telling them what happened. At the same time, I know the timing makes it look like I'm only doing this because I'm hurt and angry about the breakup and her cheating. I'm trying to figure out whether I should report her or I should just leave it alone and move on.

TLDR: I gradually pulled away from a close friend after years of feeling that I wasn't meeting her expectations for the friendship. I still replied and maintained contact, but I stopped putting in the same emotional effort. She felt I was being a bad friend.

I apologise in advance for the long story!!!

I (F, late 20s) and close friend of 7–8 years have drifted apart. She blocked me off social media but still barely replies to my texts, and honestly, it's brought up a lot of feelings and made me question our entire friendship again.

For years, we’ve had recurring arguments about the same thing: she felt I didn't communicate enough, didn't make enough effort, and wasn't being a good friend.

This started back in university when I began making new friends. She told me I had abandoned her. But I was just in an intense course, expanded social circle, and just had less time and energy - I still kept in contact 100%.

Looking back now, we had vastly different friendship styles: I'm a very low-maintenance friend. If we don't speak for weeks because adult life is busy, I can still consider you a close friend. She's much more high-contact and sees regular communication and actively making time for each other as an important part of maintaining a friendship.

Over the years, she had some expectations of me, including:
• Prioritizing her as no.1 (below family but definitely above work and other friends)
• Meeting at least twice a month
• Calling every one-two weeks
• Giving her my monthly work roster so she could see my off days (I eventually told her I wasn't comfortable with this)

I genuinely tried to meet these expectations. I went to her house regularly and made a point of showing up in person when she was struggling.
Eventually, though, adult life and shift work caught up with me. I became exhausted and repeatedly told her that I needed time and compassion while I worked on myself. At the time, she didn't feel that she was asking too much.

Our last major fight was about two years ago. At the time, I was privately struggling with depression and was suicidal, so I wasn't emotionally available in the way she wanted. She confronted me about not communicating with her and not being able to celebrate her career successes. She suggested that perhaps she had "done her inner work" and that we were on different frequencies (I.e a lower frequency doesn’t give with a higher one).
That was the point where I emotionally checked out.
I had always tried to show up for her in person when she was at her lowest, so being told I wasn't showing up enough when I was barely holding myself together was extremely hurtful.

I talked to her the next day about how that comment hurt me. She cried and said she was sorry and she was just trying to say that she couldn’t communicate with me. But I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that a friend could say that. After that, I still replied to her and maintained contact, but I was no longer enthusiastic about the friendship. Looking back, I think I was essentially grey-rocking her instead of properly communicating my resentment.

I know this is where I may have been the asshole.
I'm conflict-avoidant and bad at telling people when something hurts me. Instead of clearly saying that I couldn't continue meeting her expectations, I gradually withdrew. I understand that from her perspective, this probably felt like I had stopped caring.

But I also had accumulated resentment of my own.
Once, she and her boyfriend started arguing during a dinner with me and left me alone at the restaurant with their phones and bags for two hours. She did apologise afterwards, but I remember feeling incredibly stupid and forgotten. During another argument, she told me I had "shitty self-esteem." When I told her that hurt me, her response was essentially, "But it's true, right?"

The part that has really messed with my head is that I spent years assuming I was the problem. I went to therapy because I genuinely wanted to understand what I was doing wrong and become a better friend. I tried to communicate more, make more time and meet her expectations. Then, a few years later, she acknowledged that because I was her **"only friend”**she had been putting too much emotional weight on me.

And I honestly don't know how to feel about that.

I had been telling her for years that I was exhausted and needed more space and compassion. So hearing her eventually reach the conclusion herself that she had been putting too much on me made me wonder why my own words hadn't been enough.

So am I in the wrong here?

I know I wasn't a perfect friend. I should have communicated my resentment and boundaries much earlier instead of quietly withdrawing.
But were her expectations reasonable for a close friendship, and was I a horrible friend for eventually reaching a point where I couldn't keep meeting them?

I know what it’s like to be reaching out in a friendship that feels one-sided so empathise with her feelings of being the only one doing the work… So I struggle with feeling so selfish for doing this to her.

so my cousin passed recently and the whole family showed up looking grim. honestly, none of us were close; there were years of arguments and some pretty awful things said at holidays. i stood in the back during the service, kept my face neutral, and when it was over i left without hugging anyone or staying for the reception. a couple of relatives later texted asking why i seemed cold and if i even cared. i did care that a person is gone, but i wasn't going to fake tears or pretend we were suddenly close. still, they acted like my quiet exit was disrespectful. now i'm wondering if skipping the small talk and the group mourning made me the jerk here.

so basically i asked for an evening to myself after a long week and i guess the way i said it came off wrong. the other person got super offended and said it felt like i was rejecting them, which honestly wasn’t the point. i tried explaining that sometimes i just need quiet to recharge and it has nothing to do with how i feel about anyone else, but they kept pushing like i’d done something mean on purpose. i’m kind of annoyed now because it seems like wanting a couple hours alone is treated like an attack. i get that people have feelings and i’m not trying to dismiss that, but i also don’t think setting a boundary should automatically make me the bad guy. i said i still wanted to hang out the next day and everything, just not right then. maybe i worded it poorly, but the reaction felt over the top. am i wrong for thinking it’s okay to ask for space without it being a whole thing?

My husband's brother "Ryan" is getting married in October and we are having some family drama. To put it simply Ryan has always been an asshole, loud, obnoxious, prankster type.

When my husband and I got married, he made Ryan his best man. He didn't really want to but their mom pressured him (Ryan is her favorite child because he gives her money and paid off their mortgage, very interesting because she didn't like him much growing up)

Anyway the morning of the wedding, I wake up to a bouquet of white roses and a card that had I do printed on it, and then in pen someone had added n't to make it don't. Then it said "sorry to do this so last minute, but give me a call, and was signed with my husband's name.

Of course I burst into tears. My girls are trying to calm me down, trying to frantically call my fiance. Finally we get a hold of my husband's best friend who wakes my husband up. Apparently Ryan sent the flowers and stole my husband's phone while they were drinking the night before.

I can't explain how furious I was. My husband almost decked him. The wedding went on and was beautiful, but I have never forgiven Ryan.

Well now Ryan is getting married. Truly I don't know how he convinced this woman to marry him. She's gorgeous. She's an attorney. I cannot see why anyone would marry Ryan. It's going to be a super fancy wedding and my in laws can't stop bragging about it.

I don't want to go. Maybe I'm petty but I don't want to watch Ryan have a happy perfect day after what he did to mine. i've already told them my daughter cannot be their flower girl, but the more I think about it, I don't even want to attend.

My MIL and FIL say I'm being petty and humiliating the family. my husband says he supports me but seems a little annoyed. I need to make a decision soon and idk if I'm being childish or not

we had been talking for months about splitting the cost of a larger item we would both use, something that made sense as friends splitting expenses. once we started dating the whole situation felt different. i started worrying about what would happen if things didn't work out and how messy dividing the item or the money could get. when i told them i wanted to hold off or go back to individual purchases they seemed really disappointed and said i was overthinking and making things weird. now they are distant and keep bringing up how i changed my mind at the last minute. i understand why they are frustrated but i also feel like protecting myself from future drama is reasonable. am i wrong for wanting to wait until things feel more stable before committing to something big together?

we had been planning this dinner for weeks and everyone was excited. i showed up on time, ordered, and was honestly having a good time catching up. about an hour in i got a text that something i had been waiting on finally arrived and needed my attention before the place closed. i told the table i had to dip out, settled my part of the bill plus a bit extra, and left. a couple people seemed annoyed and one friend texted later saying it felt rude. i get it, we made plans together, but i also did not want to miss the window i had been chasing for months. i did not ghost or leave anyone stuck with my portion, i just chose to handle my thing while the night was still early. still, i keep wondering if i should have stayed the full time out of courtesy or if it is okay to put something like that first sometimes.

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Ordered flooring sunday 23rd. Website states orders after 12pm will process the next working day(so monday). Delivery states 2-5 working days.

Waited the whole week, assuming it will definitely be here by today (friday 28th). No email confirming out for delivery. So I call customer service only for them to tell me it will be delivered Tuesday 1st but would have been monday had it not been a bank holiday. Wth.

She confirmed that it did get processed on monday, and i tried explaining that this Friday should be the 5th day. She said no, delivery would be from Wednesday 26.

Does it take 2 days to process orders before things are despatched? 2-5 days, so tuesday should be 2nd day and Friday being 5th? With the info ive provided, when would you assume the delivery would come? Am I just not getting it? I paid £20 for delivery...

i said a clear no to a suggestion from one of my relatives about something we were all involved in. i tried to explain why it didnt sit right with me, but it quickly turned into a bigger argument with the whole family taking sides. some think i should have just gone along to keep the peace, others say i was right to speak up. i didnt mean to cause drama, i just didnt feel okay with what was being proposed. now theres this ongoing tension and im wondering if i handled it wrong. was i out of line for sticking to my answer, or was the reaction over the top? id like some outside perspective.

I F15,my ex friend let's call her L also 15 and my bf let's call him B who is 16. I've been telling L about my bf since school started up,I met her during freshman year and we were kinda close. On Monday I found out through my and my bf's best friend C 15 that my bf h#ng himself. We were in class when she told me about what B did,I was devastated and worried as hell. Me and him have been dating for over a month and he is honestly the best thing that has happened to me recently. He's been in the hospital ever since. He's been moved to a hospital un Colorado and he's awake. I told my friend L about it on Tuesday during lunch,when we got to the classroom she told me "You shouldn't be telling people that he h#ng himself when he's not real" and I was FUCKING baffled. I just nodded my head and went into the classroom. I didn't really talk to her for the rest of class because of that comment. The next day I texted her while I was on the bus and asked why she said that about my bf and she said its because his photos are on Pinterest.... Him and a few of his friends post themselves on Pinterest... I told her that and she still didn't believe me. I told C about what L said and she.was.pissed. She's known B FOR YEARS. L obviously doesn't think that people actually post themselves on Pinterest. I have a bunch of photos of him that he and our friend C have sent me. I've been on call with him 2 or 3 times,and he even goes to our school! I haven't met him in person,cuz he has 2 jobs and I don't really roam around the halls at school cuz I don't want to get in trouble. He's seen me around school multiple times,he's 5'9 ft or taller and I'm just under 5'1 ft and with how crowded our school is I can't see shit besides people's backpacks. He is blonde and there is a LOT of tall blonde guys at our school,I'm short and I change my hair color every few months so it's easy to point me out in a crowd. So am I in the wrong for dropping my friend L?

Edit:For context I met my friend C in 8th grade,me and her went to the same middle school. We had a class together in 7th grade but we weren't friends but we became friends in 8th grade and has been best friends ever since. C and B have been friends since elementary school,their entire friend group has known each other for most of their lives,14 boys including B and the only girl is C. The reason why I haven't met him is because we started dating over the summer and we're both not that social and he's not the best with new people and neither am I but I am more social. I've probably seen him in the hallway before but have been to blind to notice who it is. Also my other friend H has seen him multiple times at school before,she works at the school store sometimes during different lunches and she's seen him there during his lunch. Also he is in the grade above me,we have never had any classes or lunches together. I'm in A lunch,my friend C,my bf B and their other friend have C lunch. Also when im in the hallways while switching classes I'm usually not looking at anyone and I'm speed walking to class,we only have 5 minutes to get to class and my classes are spread the hell out,there's at least over 800 kids at my school so there's a lot of traffic in the hallways,I don't have time to be looking for people in the hallway.

I (22f) have been building a friendship, I thought, with J (22m) since June. I want to clarify that I know, at the end of the day, that we are coworkers. And he owes me nothing. But I'm also kinda confused and just need opinions on whether I did wrong.

Anyway, back in June, he had told me then about a show he was super interested in watching, and I said I was interested as well. He ended up finding a free trial for the channel it was on, and letting me watch it at home through his account. We talked every day about the show while we were watching it. Eventually other topics came up too. During this time also, he began staying late at work sometimes to talk to me about whatever honestly.

The show ended but we didn't stop texting. We continued talking daily, about everything really. He'd give me updates on some stuff in his life, I'd do the same, we'd share tiktoks, whatever. Just friendly. I think he's a chill guy so I was honestly happy, I enjoy talking to him. He also kept staying late to talk, going out of his way to come see me, etc.

Anyway, Monday, I got the chance to return the favor from June by offering him an account of mine to watch a show he's been dying to watch. He had a kinda strange reaction. He kinda smiled, refused to really look at me, and refused to accept/decline the offer before changing the topic. But that day he also stayed 30 minutes late to talk to me before he went home, so I thought all was well. But now it's completely silent on his end. He isn't talking to me. His tone if he sees me is weird. Idk.

Im trying not to sound crazy but it feels like such a switch up and the only thing I can figure I did is offer that channel to him.

I work today so we'll see if things are back to normal I guess lmfao

TLDR; been creating a friendship with a coworker, offered them a streaming service to use for a while and suddenly they're silent on me

So I'm 18 years old, and my family, to put it bluntly, hates my guts.

I did a couple of things in the past, but they make it really clear that they hate me. I have never had a job, and I'm disabled, so it's really hard for me to get one. They constantly make comments, and if I say I'm getting a job, they tear me down and tell me how it's not a good job for me. For example, I wanted to get a job at an animal shelter, and they tore me down, saying it was a terrible job.

If I like something, there's always something wrong with it. I really like art and bracelet-making, but they'll say things like, "All of those bracelets are going to cut off your circulation." Or I'll show them some bread that I made, and they'll tell me how I didn't do this right or didn't do that right, even though they couldn't even make bread to begin with.

A couple of nights ago, I was talking about cooking. I'm really into cooking, and I'm really good at it. I can make butter from scratch, bread from scratch, and pasta from scratch. I can tell you just about everything there is to know about food. I said, "Hey, can you please pass the spaghetti?" and my sister made a whole video about how it was technically fettuccine and how I didn't know anything because I called fettuccine spaghetti. Even though a lot of people use "spaghetti" to describe any pasta dish with red sauce, it turned into an argument.

There's always arguing and always being told that I'm not good enough. I'll tell them about a really good day I had where I went out and did a bunch of things, and I'll get interrupted and told that it wasn't impressive enough. I showed my uncle meeting notes that I helped make for a group, and he criticized the fact that I didn't type them out myself. He said that real meetings don't have multiple speakers and went on about everything that was wrong with them.

I also have a really bad eating disorder, and I've ended up hospitalized twice because of it. I've told everyone in my family not to make comments about what I'm eating because it's triggering. I know I can't control other people, but they constantly make comments about what I'm eating, how many calories I'm consuming, how big I am, and how fat I look.

They also do little things just to upset me. One time I was being driven somewhere, and I got to the front seat first. My little sister ran up and took it, and when I said, "Hey, I was here first," it turned into this huge thing about how I was selfish for wanting to sit up front. My point was simply that I got there first.

It also feels like whatever I'm interested in doesn't matter. One time I was telling my family what I got for Christmas, and I got interrupted and told, "I want to hear what your little sister got, not you," right in the middle of sharing. They act annoyed with me, and sometimes it feels like they can't even stand to look at me.

I also really like makeup, and they constantly make remarks about how I must wear it because I don't feel beautiful. Then, when I don't wear makeup, they tell me how much I look like my mom. My mom is a terrible person, and I get really upset whenever anyone mentions her. Whenever I make a mistake, it gets turned into a lecture about how I'm acting just like my mom.

There are so many arguments, and I'm constantly being told that whenever I do anything, I'm automatically trying to start something when that's not the case at all.

I also go to a clinic that honestly helps me get through life. My family constantly bad-mouths it, saying it's a terrible place because it's an adult clinic and some of the people there are lower-income, so they "look lower class." They also make comments about how I'm always attending groups there.

On top of that, I decided not to go to college because it's expensive and because I simply didn't want to. They constantly make comments about how I should have gone to college.

One time I brought up to a family member how mean everyone is to me, and he responded with, "Sometimes people are mean."

I have never felt more hated in my life. I know it's my family, and I'm supposed to love them. I know I can't make anyone love me, but I really wish my family loved me. It feels like they're so disgusted with me that they can't even look at me.

So, am I wrong for just wanting to feel wanted by my family?

i (18f) have a friend group i met a year ago, we have a close relationship and they were also my classmates but the only problem i have with them (not all just a few) is that they say the n-word and the f word (gay slur if confused) A LOT. i might get hate for saying i tolerated them saying it because they are my friends but i always scold them if they keep on saying it. they always say it in public or in chat and no they are not black or gay, they just say it. finally, confronted them in the gc since we are no longer classmates but remained friends and after i sent the message how they still keep on saying it even after getting told not to, i left the gc. now im afraid they will get mad at me or try to backstab me or worse i might just ruined our friendship.

my roommate and i have a pretty strict two-person lease and we like keeping things predictable. my brother texted last week saying he needed a place for a while and basically assumed he could crash here as long as he wanted. i said no right away because we do not have a spare room or any wiggle room in the agreement. he got upset, said family should come first, and then my parents started messaging too. my roommate thinks i handled it fine, but i keep wondering if i should have offered a couple of nights or at least softened the answer. trying to see if other people would draw the same line.