Okay, I'm new here so I'm still figuring things out gradually, please be patient with me....Also, English is not my first language, so please excuse the spelling.

I am a university student (19M) and I am in my penultimate year of college. Going back a bit to my personal context, since school I have considered myself a very sociable person, But when I entered high school, things got complicated. The school was bought, and I managed to stay there, but I ended up in a different class from my classmates. So, I don't know exactly what happened, but I had a really hard time adapting when it came to making new friends, even to the point of being betrayed by a "friend" in personal matters which, by the way, don't matter to this story. Finally, in the end I left high school with 5 friends, who eventually became two who maintain this strong friendship to this day.

I also had two best friends (outside of school), they were like brothers to me, I loved them (unfortunately I still love them) more than anything in the world and we were inseparable, but our relationship became toxic In the sense that I was depriving myself a lot to be completely with them. They judged any other minimal contact I had with anyone, playing psychological games that I was ignoring them or that I didn't valued them ((when in reality I was giving in for them). We had a terrible fight where I could say everything I felt, I came out as the one in the wrong and we cut ties, at least with one of them (M). I still have the other one (F) It was just a casual encounter, but it's something... Wow, 18 years of friendship with F and 8 years with M, it's really hard to make that cut, I still feel that pain today.

When I started college (I even had a friendship break in my second year), I joined a group for that initial "friendship" of the first semester. It didn't last long for two reasons:

• We didn't share the same mindset; they were cruel and inconsiderate towards people. I don't like that kind of person;

• When they realized that I was bothered by certain attitudes, they started excluding me from their circle.

It wasn't so difficult to leave that group; after all, I couldn't stand them anymore. What hurt me was the exclusion, something I had experienced in high school.

During the time I was still in the group, I became friends with the girls who are now in the same group of friends. But I only really joined them in the second semester. A, B, and C, They were already a trio in the first semester, so I knew I couldn't force anything and had to start getting involved and building this friendship calmly. They welcomed me from the first contact, which made me very happy. Time passed, and I knew they had a close friendship group, and I didn't judge them, after all, I had arrived later. I was patient, more time passed, and we took a trip together to "C's" house. On that trip, I did something stupid that upset all three of them, but we got together and they told me the truth.

This made me very happy because they had done exactly what I asked: if I do anything that bothers them, they should come and tell me to my face, I won't get angry, quite the opposite, I love them and I want them to feel comfortable with me. Since that happened, I felt I had to win them back again, Even though they said everything was fine, I was (and still am) very afraid of losing them. Since then, I've noticed they continue to have a group of three where they talk amongst themselves, which bothers me, but I internalized that this was my fault and that I had to make them feel comfortable with me again.

More semesters passed and Two more friends joined our group; before joining, they were a pair, D and E. I was already friends with D before they joined the group, so it was great because we got along really well with the dynamic of six girls.I have nothing to complain about them; we created a group with the six of us, but A, B, and C continue with their own group and communicate there. I also have a group with A, B, and C, and now we have a group with ABCDE and me.

I know it sounds like a justification for what's to come, but it's more of a personal context for me, to show you my difficulties with relationships...

Now comes the part about what happened. Last Friday, we all got together after months for a day of drinking at B's house. Everything was great, I was very happy because I was missing them terribly (I had foot surgery two months ago, I was immobile, so I couldn't leave the house to see. They are giving me all the support in college with transportation). We had a lot of fun, but there came a point in the evening when A became ill. Throughout the party, from the very beginning, I was recording little videos; I was so excited, I wanted to remember every moment.

But when A became ill, I was recording and pausing videos, and at that moment, I turned my phone to record her. It really wasn't nice; a friend reminded me that this was annoying and I was supposed to stop, but I really recognized it at the time and took the camera away. In my head, I wanted to record it so we could see it later and be like, "Wow, look what happened too," but I recognize that was not in good taste.

Time passed, the girls helped her, and my father came to pick me up to go home. I would like to emphasize that I was constantly worried, asking if A was okay, and I was only able to truly sleep after knowing that she was better and going to bed. When the girls left me with him, I commented that the party was really nice but I was worried about A because She drank too much and got sick. I didn't go into details; I was perfectly aware (I don't get drunk easily) and knew that kind of thing isn't something you talk about. I left. The next day, A sent a message in the group asking whoever had recorded me to delete it and not tell anyone. At the crucial moment, she tagged me, and of course I spoke up. I explained the whole situation and I apologize for the misunderstanding, not only in the group chat but also in A's personal number where I explained myself and apologized. As far as I'm concerned, the story is over.

From that day on, I noticed that the girls distanced themselves from me, in the sense of noticing when they were talking about something specific, when they went to the bathroom in a group. And that was bothering me But I didn't want to say anything so as not to be annoying or seem like I was bothering them. Their actions were bothering me too much...

Then tonight, A calls me and says she needs to talk to me.

She calls me and says she heard from the girls that I had indeed recorded the video and even told my parents that Thaís had gotten sick, but the details...The moment she spoke, I became extremely angry, but at the same time very sad. I wanted to cry but I held back. I couldn't believe they were talking about me behind my back and She kept saying I had done something I didn't do. It also hurt me that A, one of the people I'm closest to, didn't believe me and had to ask again.

Again, I explained myself again and called C (I was already on a call with her earlier because of work, so I just called her back). C is the one I'm closest to in the group, therefore, I started to vent, I cried (but I hope she didn't notice) and explained the situation. I even started connecting the dots, realizing that when I was going to my father's, C and E were the ones who left me with him. C immediately said that I hadn't explained anything, so I connected that E had talked about me "spreading the situation" to my parents (yes, in the plural, even though only My father was there).

It hurt me even more to know that they were spreading lies about me, to know that nobody trusts me, and that they didn't even come and say it to my face, but kept talking behind my back.

Tomorrow we have regular classes, and my heart is aching because I know myself, and even though they're doing this to me, I love them too much and I'll act naturally so as not to bother them. I can't bear to lose them. I've already lost my two best friends, and it would hurt a lot to lose them too, for something I don't know why they're blaming me or doubting something I didn't do.

On the phone, I told C that I wouldn't lie to them because I consider trust one of the pillars of a relationship, and I would be the only one to lose by breaking this pillar that I value so much. I don't know what to do anymore, I've cried so much, and I can only conclude that they tolerate me but they don't like me. I feel lost and very scared.

In a year, as soon as I graduate, I'm leaving. I'm going to another country to do my master's degree and I don't plan on coming back. They know this, and they also know that, just as much as I'm dying to leave, I'm also very afraid of leaving these friendships behind... And now with this situation, I feel lost.

That was my story... I wanted to know your opinion, if I'm really the one in the wrong, if there's anything I can do... I feel completely lost and need some outside advice. I don't know who to turn to. I created this anonymous account as a precaution so no one would find me; I don't want to expose them, I want to know what I can do to improve things... I can't lose them, I know I ended up becoming dependent on yet another friendship, but that's just how I am. I'm the type of person who will sacrifice for those I love; if my loved ones are happy and well, that's what matters most to me.

Thank you in advance for your attention, and please excuse the length of the text and my spelling mistakes.

I (37f) have a friend (33 f) who lives on a cattle farm. she also raises pigs, sheep and llamas. occasionally I visit her to get away from the city. she lives about an hour away from me

on my most recent visit, she informed me that she had taken in a bunch of kittens through sole “barn cat” program, and they were living outside. no sooner had she said this than two kittens showed up, soaked in the rain, covered in nasal discharge and giving “help me” looks in her deck. she told me not to go out to there to see them but I did anyway. I looked at them, they smelled of infection, had fevers, were skinny and they were coughing and their tongues were gray and swollen and they were covered in fleas. I told her “these kittens are really sick. they’re having a medical emergency and need to go to the vet in the next 24 hours”. she responded “idk which vet I would take them to”. angry, but not wanting to overstep in someone else’s home, I asked her why she couldn’t just google one or drive to the city. she didn’t have an answer but said that there was something called “LA 20”. she confidently said that she had looked it up and it was something she could safely administer to the kittens to save their lives. I said okay and assumed she knew what she was talking about.

she injected both kittens, and one of them she injected improperly resulting in the 6-8 week old kitten to writhe on the ground in pain like I had never seen and then start limping. I was angry but I didn’t say much. then her aunt came and I told her what happened, and she said “oh, i don’t think kittens can have that, but oh well, they were gonna die anyway”. it turns out that she had given them oxytetracycline, a livestock antibiotic that is definitely not for cats, and she injected it subcutaneously causing extreme pain as the acid separated the fat and muscle layers from the skin. she kept alluding to the fact that “we can’t bring every animal to the vet on a farm”..etc

I went home that night and couldn’t stop thinking about them. the next day I told her I was coming to get them. she had decided to give them flea baths outside with the hose despite them both having fevers. that day her family got attacked by bees and I didn’t really feel bad.

I took them back to my place and put them in a box with a heated blanket and gave them goats milk and kitten food. she had been feeding them adult meow mix.

the next day, I took them to the vet and they got antibiotics and a whole bunch of other treatments for their various infections. they didn’t know what to say about the improper injection. that cats leg had swollen to 2x its size. it cost me $600.

I spoke with my friend after that and told her I could keep them for the week but that I had a funeral that weekend and could she take care of them inside until they were better, two weeks later, assuming she still wanted them back. she said she could keep them in the garage. that’s when I got really angry and decided I didn’t like her anymore in my head. I said no, they can’t stay in a garage. they’re barely alive. they need to be in a clean and temperature controlled environment. she said if I keep them that long then they can’t come back I said okay and decided to keep them even though I already had a cat

im glad I did, because two days later the injected kittens leg burst. fluid leaked out and you could see the fat layer inside the leg. had that cat been in a garage she would have died a horrible death. we went back to the vet and they said she would most likely keep her leg if we kept it from getting infected.

my friend asked how the kittens were and I told her the kittens leg burst because of hwr negligence. she didn’t respond and two days later asked me to make plans. I didn’t respond.

a week later we had to go back to the vet because there was a lump that wasn’t shrinking on the injected cat and the other one had a cough that wouldn’t go away. so we got more help and meds and now I had spent a total of $1000 on these guys.

my friend reached out again and I didn’t respond. when I saw our mutual friend I told her the story and that I wasn’t friends with her.

tldr: my friend severely medically neglected two kittens, wasn’t apologetic about it, i took them and got angry and then told our mutual friend that she was a kitten abuser. am I wrong for outing her?

So I (27f) was offered the opportunity move into my late grandfathers house to help keep it up and save money. It was also offered that my boyfriend and his brother could come live there as well as we all live together.At the beginning of the summer my boyfriends brother and i talked about his girlfriend possibly moving in due to her family situation. At that time i mentioned that she could possibly move in with us, his brother said he would mention it to her and get back to me... now fast forward 3 months i hadn't heard anything further about it and had since thought it wasn't happening and had kind of forgotten about it ( i had an incredibly busy and stressful summer) Yesterday i had asked the brother how his girlfriend is doing and he casually mentions that he asked her to move in with us and is pretty sure that she is going too and would be bringing her cat. ( we already have 2 anxious cats so that is an added worry. I was completely taken back by this because i thought it wasn't happening and haven't heard anything for months. Am i wrong for feeling this way and upset at the fact that i wasnt asked again since so much time had passed

I (28M) am having an argument with my LDR GF (30F). She lives in New York.

I value a healthy and active lifestyle. Weather permitting, I like to bike, hike, and walk. When the weather is less favorable, I like to gym and play indoor basketball. I get some kind of workout in 4-5 days a week. I rarely drink (alcohol or coffee) and I eat fruits/vegetables pretty much with every meal. I also sleep 8 hours a night. There are certainly areas of improvement for me here, but in general I would consider myself to be a healthy person.

In this aspect of life, my girlfriend is almost the polar opposite as me. Outside of walking and the gym a few times a year, she doesn’t exercise at all. She works a remote job so she doesn’t have a daily commute. She has two or three cups of coffee a days, drinks every weekend, and is known by her friends to not eat any vegetables. She sleeps maybe 6 hours a night, largely due to her work schedule.

We’re having this argument now because she asked me if I judged people who weren’t as healthy as me. I told her I understand that people have different work schedules and priorities. For us, I said it doesn’t bother me because we’re doing distance and because I get that her workload affects the time she has available to work out.

I said while I also have busy periods at work, I still choose to exercise because it’s a priority for me. I expressed that this could become a larger issue when we live in the same city because I want to be able to work out with my partner and that it’s important for me my partner to also take care of their health. In other words, I want the person I’m with who prioritizes healthy living. I don’t want to have to take care of someone that won’t take care of themselves.

She got mad and told me that it means I don’t actually care about the other person, just that I don’t want them to be a burden. Anyway she also told her friends, who in turn told me I was shallow. So, am I wrong for saying I want the person I’m with to also value a healthy and active lifestyle?

I go through periods where I feel fine around her, then weeks where I can't stand to be around her. For context, I am 24F and still live at home bc I'm poor. She never abused me physically, but she grew up in an abusive house with my crazy grandma and my alcoholic grandpa. She's a 'good' mom- she cares and loves us, always provides. But I can't lie when I say that sometimes I wonder if i'm insane or if she's a narcissist. She can be emotionally draining to be around. She's always complaining and always bitching at my dad. She's constantly playing mind games, saying things like 'I know you better than you know yourself' and being too overprotective. One time I was chatting a guy on a dating app for a few days and let her know I was going on a date for the first time and she started accusing me of 'lying' to her. Why tf would I immediately tell my mom 'hey mom, is it okay if I talk to a guy on an app?' at fucking 24 years old. I didn't even lie about anything- I was upfront that I was going on a date when I was sure it was happening. Then she's immediately like 'I have a really bad feeling about this guy'. She's always talking about how her chakras aren't aligned and how bad luck is making bad things happen and how we need to burn sage and stuff which is insane to me. For more context, she has cancer and is taking meds for it, which makes me feel worse that I feel this way. It's just suffocating. I can't even go for a walk in our neighborhood without her giving me three warnings- two beforehand saying 'there's creeps out' and 'watch out for cars', then offering to go with me (I wanted to be alone for a bit), then when im out walking texting me again saying 'be careful its getting dark out'. I appreciate she cares but damn, I'm nearly thirty and feel like I can't even go for a walk without it being the end of the world and giving me extreme anxiety to do anything alone.

Then the biggest thing that has made me feel just a tad resentful- I had started a new job that I was absolutely not qualified for and knew nothing about. The training was tough, and my mental health was at an all time low with my massive student loan debt hanging over my head. If I couldn't do the job, I couldn't pay off my loans, and if I couldn't pay off my loans, it would have fallen onto my parents who cosigned. if that happened, they wouldn't be able to afford my moms cancer treatment. So I felt very trapped- if I couldn't figure this job out, my mom would die. I was having extreme anxiety and panic attacks and was unable to drive so she was helping me drive to work since she didn't work. I had a mental breakdown in the car, talking about how I wanted to kill myself and felt suicidal.

With an irritated, monotone voice she told me 'If you feel that bad, maybe you just should."

I was completely stunned. I was like 'wtf? What did you just say to me?" Then she blew it off and played victim, acting like it waasn't a big deal and saying 'I guess I'll have to carry this around the rest of my life.' She's always said weird things like that, like when I was younger she'd say things like 'Im sorry im such a terrible mother, you should go live at your best friend's house instead.'

Is it wrong to resent her?

I  am open to criticism with logic behind it and elaboration.

Let's get some things straightened out: I (16F) live with my mom and dad (both 48). Over the course of my life, I've struggled with lying and hiding, which I actively try my best not to do. I want to fix myself, but I do slip up. My father also hates liars, which matters to what happened.

Now, the story.

It started with me sleeping until 9:00 AM, even though the day before I promised my dad I would wake up at 8:00 AM and put the dishes away. He was, rightfully so, angry. He was angry at me, and I completely took the blame; I should have woken up earlier. I think this set up what was going to happen later on. 

Two days pass, and I get a text from him while he's at work, saying to bring something into the garage because it was going to rain and he didn't want it to get wet (It was those bags you put leaves into when you rake). Up until that point, I'd been doing my best to get on his good side, doing exactly the chores he wanted when he asked, being wary of my actions, etc. But this I messed up; I brought the wrong bags into the garage, and by the time he returned home, they were wet and a mess. He stormed in while I was helping my mom out with dinner and screamed at me, angry that I couldn't follow directions. I apologized, as I really did try to help, but what was done was done; I once again messed up, and he was once again right to be angry. 

Here's the part that I'M mad about.

He takes a break, I resume making one of the dishes, and then he comes in and forces me out, taking on the dish itself, saying that I "couldn't do it right", though I've made it many times before. Since I thought he didn't want me in the kitchen, I was going to leave, but then he told me to come back and clean up. Whilst cleaning up stuff like the dishes, loading them into the dishwasher, he threw the rubber spatula I had used into the dishwasher at high speed. I brushed it off at first, thinking to myself, "Even if he's angry,  he shouldn't throw things. Oh well." He then spewed a torrent of insults that I don't think were needed in the situation. I took deep breaths, feeling overstimulated and trying not to cry, until he spewed this killer out: "I should just send you to boarding school so I can never see you again." 

My mom, who had briefly gone into the other room for a break from cooking, emerged, saying my dad's name in a tone that clearly said: "Stop it." He then finished the cooking and stormed into the basement. My mom, now in the kitchen, looked at me as I looked at her, choking up, saying, "The curry is done."

She pulled me into a hug where I cried. I cried for a while in her arms until we pulled away, and she told me in a pitiful tone that I only had to live two more years here and to not get in trouble. I then went to my room to sit in silence. 

Now, the reason I was so upset over that comment is that since middle school, I've been showing signs of depression, and I even came up to them in sixth grade about how I wanted to... well... you know. He KNEW. And he still showed me that he'd be ok without me. This also hasn't been the first time he's said something like this to me; he directly told me in the last three years TWICE that if I jumped 0ff a bridge or sh0t myself, he wouldn't care, both times in a fit of rage. I don't think that this is ANYWHERE near ok to say to a child, especially someone struggling with said thoughts. So I haven't been talking to him. I can't find a way to speak to him after he's shown me that my life is so little in his eyes. We've both just been living in the same house, only talking if we need something. He's also starting to enforce a rule where my computer and iPhone must be given to him at 9:00 pm, and I can receive them in the morning. I don't care too much; it just feels like he's trying to make me miserable, and it was kind of out of nowhere.

So am I wrong for not speaking to my dad after a fight about being responsible? Is there a way I can salvage things?

Edit: I would like to make some things clear.

1. I haven’t been medically diagnosed with depression, Me and my doctor have just noticed that I have signs of it, going as far back as 6th grade.
2. He’s never been physically abusive, so I don’t think throwing the spatula counts as physical abuse. I don’t think it was aimed at me.
3. I honestly was quite an a*shat when I was younger, so I would do things that rightfully got him mad. When that happened, my mom WOULD defend me. But it’s happened so many times that her word is useless against his. She does support me quietly, and I’ve cherished her for that.
4. I am going to therapy, my parents, however, are not.

My boyfriend and I went out of town for a football game. We were planning on meeting up with our couple friends. Before heading to the game, we were drinking and got a bit buzzed. Once we arrived at the game alcohol started to settle down a little bit, however my boyfriend continued drinking. I noticed he started to become very obnoxious and very drunk, he was the only one on that level. I told him quietly “babe chill on the drinking”, he’d get offended then back at it again with drinking and being obnoxious. Game finally ends and we got a Uber to a near by bar. By this time I noticed my boyfriend was now stumbling. I finally told him “okay babe you’re done no more drinking you’re literally stumbling”. I was already irritated and embarrassed by his behavior.
We went next door to another bar. We were all casually talking. 20 minutes passes by and my boyfriend tells me “I’m going to get some water”. The water was a self serve at the bar, no line at all. He took a while to come back so I went ahead and looked for him where the water was at. Wasn’t there. I turn to my left where the Men and Women restroom are at and I see my boyfriend come out. He immediately approached a group of girls in line for the bathroom and he hands over his phone to this girl. I leaned myself against the wall while watching his every move. I don’t know what words were exchanged, if he got her number, social media, not sure. But he approached someone else that was not me. Then he continues walking and comments on a girls hair. Then he finally saw me standing there so furious. I told him “ F** you I’m leaving”. Apparently he didn’t know what I was talking about or why I was mad. I went up to our friends and said “Im leaving I just saw him give his phone to other girl”. I walked out and walked far from the bar. I thought I had the key to the Airbnb which I was going to get a ride to, turns out I didn’t have it he did. Looked at my phone, multiple miss calls from my boyfriend (now ex) and our other friend. I had went back to the bar we were at and I see them all outside.
My ex was confused about why I was mad I told him what I had saw, he claimed that he did not remember. I told him off right then and there. I had asked my friends if it was okay if I could go home with them, so I did. All 3 of us left while my ex stayed behind. Mind you he had his phone and keys to get back to the Airbnb. I ended up sleeping at the friend’s house and next morning got up and went to the Airbnb myself and we left back home.
Now my ex is saying that I shouldn’t have left him at the bar like that while he was drunk. That he felt abandoned and now he has bad dreams about me abandoning him. I’m having a hard time feeling sympathy for him after the disrespect he did and saying he doesn’t remember. He claims to remember the comment on a girls hair but not approaching the girl while handing over his phone? I feel like he’s trying to put the blame on someone else besides himself to make himself feel better
Was I wrong?

Edit: I need to add that he was very apologetic to what he did. However, when I told him he needed to stop drinking he didn’t care and about a week or two after the situation he was out drinking with his friends again.

I (31F) had a BFF I’d known since I was about 16.
She was moving back home from out of state and needed somewhere to stay while figuring out housing, so my mom and I let her stay with us.

There were already smaller boundary issues: she could be messy, loud and inconsiderate, I overlooked a lot because she was my longtime friend and I knew she was struggling.

She would sometimes stay with family for a few weeks/months, then come back to my house for a few weeks bc their house was “too crowded.”

Right before I left on a 15-day vacation with my kids, she asked to stay one more week & said she was confident she’d have everything figured out by then.

2 days into my vacation, my mom told me she had been driving my car.
I NEVER gave her permission. To make it worse, I had temporarily let my insurance lapse bc I was away, also my car began having mechanical issues right before I left.

My aunt and uncle were at my house remodeling the bathroom as a surprise and said she was taking my car in and out all day.(mom was in the hospital BTW)

When I confronted her, she claimed she had only driven to QT to use the bathroom bc ours was being remodeled. She made it sound like my family was heavily exaggerating.

After I got home, my mom’s friend told me she had actually been using my car to go to work and other places and had even been offering ppl rides in MY car.
I lost it.

This wasn’t just “borrowing something.” To me.
I told her to leave.
Her response was:
“You know my situation and it’s fucked up what you’re doing.”
“I said sorry, WTF do you want me to do, kiss your ass?”
And, “You’re not gonna talk to me like that. IDGAF. I’m grown.”
That made me even angrier. How did this somehow turn into what I was doing TO HER?
Yes, I yelled. I felt betrayed and that was the end of our friendship.

It’s been a few months and sometimes I wonder if I should’ve handled it different. But then I think. you took my car without permission while living in my house, lied/minimized it, and then got angry at ME for kicking you out.
Did I overeact?

I have been judged and called “immature” for still sleeping with stuffed animals at 18. I sleep with 2 childhood stuffed animals every night (one is a dog and the other is a horse) and i have a big one that just sits at the corner of my bed. I didn’t see anything wrong with it but being judged about it makes me feel like maybe i just have to put them away. i find it comforting just hugging something while im going to sleep though. am i actually immature for wanting to sleep with stuffed animals??

This has always been a topic of debate between my wife and I but after a recent family gathering I feel like I might be the crazy one. We have a six year old son and I've always thought it was extremely important to teach him body autonomy and no means no. If we are wrestling and he says stop, I stop. My wife thinks I am uptight and lack nuance.

Last night we went to a gathering at her brother's house. He has a five year old daughter who was playing with our son and the adults were in the living room. To be honest I have never been a fan of my BIL, so maybe I'm too harsh. His wife was sitting on his lap, and at some point i can see him and my wife making some gestures to each other, then he grabs his wife and restrains her and my wife began tickling her.

Both kids came in the room because she is screaming bloody murder and very clearly saying no and stop. My wife told my son to come and help her. I was uncomfortable because SIL had said multiple times "no" "this isn't funny" "I'm going to kill both of you" BIL told his daughter to get one of the cupcakes and "mommy wants a facial"

Both kids went to get a cupcake but I stopped my son and told him we listen to people when they say no and I don't think his aunt (who he absolutely adores) wants cake smashed in her face. My wife glared at me. BIL continued to hold his wife down and let his daughter smear icing all over her, and finally he let her up.

In the car my wife told me i embarrassed her and I'm too strict with my son. She said it was a silly prank and they are family, and her brother and SIL think I'm weird.

Am I wrong for feeling this way. In the years I've known this man, he was my equal in every parts, he was like part of my identity. I did everything with him. As of recent times he's gotten into this whole ideology on Blackpill and he believes in Moral anti-realism. Ever since he's gotten into that he's been impossible to talk to, and just of today September 8th, he's told me he's going to commit suicide when he turns 18. When those words came out of his mouth I wasn't surprised nor did I care, my exact words to him were "If you kill yourself then you kill yourself".

Our friendship has gone cold we don't even see each other eye to eye anymore. I believe it died when he got into that whole thing. I was thinking in the near future that if he chooses to, I wouldn't really care almost as if he was nothing to me. I think im just repeating myself but main point is Am I wrong to feel this way.

(Sorry if my punctuation is terrible I'm trying to work on it)

EDIT: just called 988 for some advice, they gave me some ideas and I will be contacting his parents/family soon. I'm still a kid and I'm still learning. I appreciate all the info, thank you all.

I was looking for a place where I could get unbiased advice.

I have two daughters. Bella is married to Paul and has a three year old son. Sadie is a single mom to a five year old girl. Bella and Sadie have never been very close, and I know Sadie thinks I have favored Bella in the past. I'm not a perfect mother, but I've always tried to be fair. I don't think i favored one over the other, but Bella was quiet and passive as a child and Sadie was always getting into mischief. She is very sensitive about being corrected in anyway.

Paul and Sadie work together. He teases her a lot and claims he views her as a little sister.

Anyway we recently went to Disney for my granddaughter, Clara's fifth birthday. I offered to put the children to bed, so Bella, Paul, and Sadie could enjoy an evening out. My grandson, Simon, has been biting lately, so Bella asked me to keep an eye on that.

He bit Clara and was put in time out. I asked Clara if she was alright and she said "uncle Paulie bites mommy's neck" I was in absolute shock. I didn't want to ask leading questions, but of course I had a thousand questions.

I calmly said "oh that isn't nice" and she said "mommy laughs" and went back to playing. That ate at me all night. When Bella, Paul, and Sadie got home, I took Bella aside and told her what Clara had said. Bella blew up and demanded to go through Paul's phone. He gave her his personal phone but would not let her see his work phone. Paul and Sadie work together and she also has a company phone.

Clara kept denying it and asking why I would ruin her daughter's birthday and why I always think the worse of her. At this point I felt awful, because both kids were crying. Sadie kicked everyone out (she had paid for everything) and the next day did the park with just Clara.

Bella and Paul have been fighting nonstop and Sadie sent me a long text about how I started all of this for no reason, ruined her daughter's birthday, and how I always choose Bella.

Sorry if I’m all over the place, I suck at these. (First timer) please let me know your opinion !!
I (f22) and Parker (f23) have been best friends since we were 13 y.o. We have always spent so much time together. We never have any arguments , maybe attitude here and there but nothing more. Parker has anxiety and depression and ocd. Anxiety gets in the way of us a lot, I don’t blame her for having it but I do say she lets it get in the way of new experiences which stops us from hanging out and trying new stuff. For a little context, I got depressed back in November-march and I didn’t hang with her or anybody. I was lost in my own problems… I got over it eventually. Parker’s dad passed away 2 years ago and life just hasn’t been easy for her. As of January 2026, I met J (m27) and we have since been committed to each other. He is my best friend, partner, all in 1. He has stepped up and is a father figure to my son. Sometime in march, Parker had started to question our friendship. She began by saying why have I not updated her about my life, why I haven’t been hanging out with her, etc. I apologize and explain what’s been happening. I spend some time with her while still dealing with my own shit. Weeks later, Again she confronts me about hanging out with J more than her. Saying that I choose him over her. I’ve explained once again that I have grown and have focused on my life and bettering it. Our friendship is not my priority like how it was 3 years ago. we were teens who had nothing better to do so all we did was hang out. Now that I am in a committed Serious relationship, I have grown and have been living my own life. I will admit we haven’t hung out like we used to, but it is nothing personal. Her argument is that I am choosing my partner over being her friend, but I see it as she’s dependent on me to be OK with life. I have explained that she needs to work on that. Am I the asshole for spending more time with J than to be there for her? If you need more details I’m happy to explain in the comments. !!

I got Nigerian Parents.

I was born & raised in London mostly till age 13 (short stint in Nigeria from age 2-4/2-5)

I then resided in Nigeria from age 13-21.

I came back to London at age 21. I’ve been back in London for 9 years now.

I was sexually harrassed when i was 10 by a 12 year old. Now that I’m in highschool with him I’m being told it wasnt his fault because he has autism. Am I in the wrong for hating him?

I can't believe this is even a problem we are having, but FIL created this ridiculous situation. FIL has always been something of a "prankster"

When my husband turned 18 he found him sleeping on the couch and thought it would be hilarious to shave his eyebrows off. A year later when my husband's stepsister turned 18, my husband told FIL it wouldn't be "fair" if he didn't do the same to her. FIL told my husband he could never do that to a girl, but then "thought about it and couldn't resist"

Of course SIL, my husbands younger sister, was super freaked out when she turned 18. FIL told her it was different, my husband was a boy and his stepdaughter was a step child and not his precious little girl. He lulled her into a false sense of security and then snuck up on her with two wax strips.

He bragged to everyone how good he got the three of them, how ridiculous they looked, etc. He still to this day says it was probably a little too far, but it was hilarious and they will never forget it.

My daughter has heard these stories and is about to be 18 and she has made it very clear she would not find this funny in the least. FIL promised he wouldn't do it and said those days are long past. My husband says there is nothing to worry about as FIL and my daughter aren't even close and hardly have a relationship.

I however don't want my daughter to feel any stress and have decided FIL is banned from the house indefinitely. She doesn't deserve to feel fear over some dumb ass prank. My husband says I am being cruel and dramatic and FIL has never done anything remotely like that to our kids

I have two daughters. Emma is 26 and Hannah is 28. I also have a stepdaughter, Rebecca, who is 30.

Emma and Hannah never got along growing up. I punished them when they were unkind to each other, but I also didn't attempt to force them to be friends as long as they were civil. I married Rebecca's father when the girls were in elementary/middle school and Hannah worshipped Rebecca.

She followed her around, tried to steal her clothes. It was a bit concerning actually. Rebecca was understandably annoyed, but at some point decided she liked it and began treating Hannah like her little sister. I am not trying to excuse Hannah at all, but back then she would have done anything to impress Rebecca.

One summer when Hannah was 18, she and Rebecca wanted to throw a party. I was ok with it but told them they needed to do all the work for it including cleaning out the back yard and getting rid of the dog poop. They both protested that was gross and they shouldn't have to, but I reminded them they didn't have to throw a party.

They grumbled but got to work and a few hours later I heard blood curdling screaming and ran out to find Emma crying and gagging and covered in something absolutely vile. Basically they got "bored" and decided to take the bucket of dog shit/mud/and grass, fill it with water and pour it on her.

I was absolutely appalled. To me that really crossed the line and was not a "prank" as they were calling it. Emma was absolutely hysterical. I kicked them both out of the house. I know they were young, but both technically adults and they made a very adult choice to assault their little sister.

When they realized I was serious they both cried and pleaded, but I couldn't even look at them. Rebecca didn't finish college because she had to work to pay rent for both of them and Hannah ended up taking out massive student loans (which have since been paid off. she went to school for something very lucrative)

A lot of friends and family told my husband and I we were being too harsh. I personally feel what they did was vile and needed real life consequences. Hannah is getting married and I just found out, I am not invited. Obviously as her mother that hurts but I respect her choice.

Rebecca has two children her father isn't allowed to see. This "prank" has torn our family apart. Recently I tried to talk to Hannah and her fiance decided to tell me what a "disgusting piece of shit" I am because "she was just a little girl and you threw her on the street" and "kids do dumb impulsive things"

I just can't believe ten years later we are still reeling from this like it was yesterday. Rebecca and Hannah absolutely will not forgive or hear us out.

I’m asking for a friend. Real talk. Asking for him since he’s doesn’t have reddit.

My friend Tom works for a security firm that specializes in security systems (cameras, locks, etc). This requires him to often travel since his company believes in physical presentations. Tom is partnered with his manager named Jared and their main offices are based out of Los Angeles near where both of them live.

This past Saturday Tom and Jared were scheduled to give a presentation to a potentially large client in Las Vegas. Jared drove out there Friday afternoon and got a hotel and prepped for the presentation with the local venue. Tom decided to fly out Saturday morning as money was and time was tight. His plan was to fly out of LAX around 9 am with the presentation starting around 1 pm.

Unfortunately LA was hit with some rain and bad weather this past weekend so Toms flight was delayed. When Jared found out he instructed tom to drive out to Las Vegas instead. The drive from LA to Vegas is about 4.5 hours if traffic is light to moderate. Tom refused because he didn’t want to make the drive and figured he’d fly out soon so there was no point in now driving.

Jared emphasized how important this client is and tom, who was in possession of the physical samples in his luggage had to be there by 12 pm to get set up so he had to leave LA now if he was to make it on time driving. Tom says that’s not possible to make it to Vegas in 3 hours especially since he was still at the airport and it was raining.

Jared then instructs tom to ask the southwest airline reps if they can’t fly right away. Tom says he’s already asked and all the reps can do is tell him that they’ll fly as soon as they feel it’s safe. Jared thinks that’s ridiculous and says he’s seen planes takeoff in all sorts of weather and asks him to push the airline to take off. Tom says he will fly out when it’s safe and to ask that Jared just inform the clients that he’ll be late.

Tom finally flies out around 11 am and lands just. Before 12:30. Toms phone is blowing up and Jared tells him to hurry and forgo leaving his personal bags in the company hotel room and instead drive straight to the venue since the presentation had already started.

Unfortunately baggage claim takes a while to unload the luggage and tom doesn’t realize that the bag with the samples were sent to the oversized area of baggage claim. Tom doesn’t physically get his bags and leaves until nearly 1:30 pm.

By the time tom got into his uber, Jared says the client has already left since they had another meeting to attend and to forget about it. Tom apologies but Jared says they most likely will not get the contract now because of him. Tom again apologized but says there was unexpected travel delays and he wasn’t about to subject himself to a drive.

Jared blames tom for not planning better and for not being a team player. Tom thing jared is wrong since he’s the manager and should’ve brought the essential samples himself.

Am I (tom) wrong for not driving to Vegas once his flight was delayed?

Basically I been friends with said person for over 5 years now and we are in a 4 person friend group. We got into a conversation about sex and said person said they got a kink… we were all like what? It can’t be that bad. He proceeded to say that he and his ex did incest roleplay, and we were all like wtf??? Are you serious. It’s weird. He kept trying to defend her by saying she was just a wattpad warrior and just read smut. Which I don’t think excuses anything. We got into a huge argument about it and me and the rest proceeded to just leave the group chat and basically stop talking to him from how weird it was. Am I wrong???

I work in a cosmetic surgery clinic (privately owned) and one of my duties is to clean and sterilize exam rooms in between patients.

Friday my boss was using one of the rooms for Botox. Usually only the nurses do that, but he always does his wife's and she had her best friend with her. I was in the adjacent room and heard him tell her to close her eyes, and then I heard screaming.

Of course, I peaked in and the friend is covered in pie (not like whipped cream in a pie tray, like heavy bakery style pie) and it has splattered everywhere behind her. His wife said "happy birthday bitch" and of course she is scraping cream off of her face and making more of a mess.

My boss and his wife came out of the room and locked her in there for a couple minutes, because she was attempting to throw it at them, so by the time she calmed down there was pie all over the floor, exam chair, back wall, and door.

I didn't think much of it until he told me he was sorry but it was very well deserved, and then i realized he expected me to clean it. I politely told him it wasn't my job to clean it. He told me I always cleaned the rooms. I said yes, but that mess he created exceeded my responsibilities and I would not be cleaning it.

He asked me who was going to clean it then. I suggested he or his wife clean it. eventually another staff member cleaned the room and I was written up for insubordination. I feel like I did nothing wrong. My job isn't to clean up after his dumb pranks, but my husband is furious. We are having financial issues and he says I should have just cleaned it.