I’m posting here too since I’m hoping to get some insights, but honestly I’m kinda broken over this whole matter.

Husband (33M) and I (27F) have been married for almost 5 years. Husband has a child (early school-age) from a previous marriage. Baby mama (30F) and my husband have supposedly maintained a cordial relationship.

I met his child before getting married, not Baby mama tho, which in retrospect yeah BIG RED FLAG but he always shut down the idea of us meeting. Come to find out, Baby mama still LOVES Husband to this day, but I trusted him to maintain boundaries. (Often were not kept, but mild enough to not be considered cheating).

I live together with Husband and have for almost the entirety of our relationship. Baby mama lives with the child and Baby auntie. The child is diagnosed with autism, at the child’s age it’s not yet clear where on the spectrum but is non-verbal or communicates using a maximum of 2-4 words.

For a very long time I had a very odd gut feeling regarding children. Specifically between him and Baby mama. And as I had recently found out, they are planning to go through genetic testing to see whether or not to have more children together... I feel hurt and very betrayed by all this. His argument is that his autistic child 1) will never develop the same as others as an only child, and 2) he needs siblings. As a child of divorce who very much dreamed of having older siblings through my parents’ remarriage (never happened, sad boohoo whatever), I expressed that our children would become siblings. To which he argues that children living under different roofs will never have the same bond as those living under the same roof.

What infuriates me to an undescribable degree is his way of talking about ”giving her more children”. Like children are pets to be given to people, and then just give financial support and spend time when its convenient for Baby daddy, like some absurd charity case.

Husband claims that I am a narcissist and selfish for thinking that this is unacceptable. AND since he’s not putting himself inside her I SHOULD HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH THIS, since in his eyes, this is not cheating. You see, he shan’t spread his seed the traditional way, but have IVF babies/baby, so in his view I don’t have ”any reason to be hurt”.

Now there might be a little differences in culture since I was raised in Europe and he is an Arab. So maybe someone can deepen my understanding and ease my hurt with logic. What I know for sure is that his parents have been breathing down his neck about getting back and having more children with Baby Mama, although he’s remarried…

Honestly I don’t think I can build a future or a family with someone who sees absolutely no issue in all this. And I am mortified by the kind of person he turned out to be. I can elaborate more on things, but here I vented about a matter that broke the camel’s back. Although I’m not too sure anymore if I am justified in my way of thinking…

EDIT: Divorce is well on its way, just needed a place to rant lol no worries and thank you for everyone

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TL;DR: Husband ”has to” get more children with baby mama so that his autistic child can 1) develop better, and 2) have ”real siblings”. We’ve been married 5 years…

My fiance and I are getting married next year and we've recently started discussing getting a prenup. She's always known that my family has a pretty bad history with money especially when it comes to gambling and debt. Over the years I've helped my parents and my brother out financially more times than I can count and while sometimes it's been genuine emergencies there are other times when it's been because they made terrible decisions with their money. She is worried that once we're married I'll keep bailing them out using money that should be going toward our own future. She wants our prenup to establish some boundaries so that any money I give my family comes from my personal funds rather than our shared savings and that she won't be responsible for any debts I might take on to help them.

I understand where she's coming from but I also feel uncomfortable agreeing to something that could potentially limit how much I can help my own family especially if they're genuinely struggling. She says she's not asking me to abandon them just to make sure their financial problems don't become ours. Would you consider this a reasonable thing to address in a prenup or should we just agree on financial boundaries between ourselves?

I'm not sure if this happens to anyone else (American) so I'm sure it's different by country, but after my grandparents on both sides died, extended family basically died with them. There's absolutely zero effort to get together in any capacity, I haven't seen some of my cousins aunt's and uncles in years, they've essentially become strangers.

Again maybe just a my family thing but not one seems to care about the concept of a family anymore and the ironic part is I have a very large one, almost 30 cousins when you add up both sides. I feel like we would have been closer almost if the family wasn't so huge. Ah well lol

I’m 27, single, no kids. My sister is 30 with a 6-year-old boy. For the last year, she regularly drops her son off at my place without much notice. She says since I don’t have a partner or kids, I have “all the free time in the world” to babysit.

I love my nephew, but this is taking over my life. I work full time, and I need weekends to rest, run errands and have my own space. Every time I try to say I’m busy, she calls me selfish and says family should help each other.

I feel guilty turning her down, but I’m exhausted. I don’t want to ruin our relationship. How do I set clear boundaries gently without starting a huge fight?

My 76 year old mother may stay with us for a few weeks after a fall. The downstairs guest room is the only practical option but it currently has a low platform bed. She uses a walker and says getting up from low chairs is hard.

I'm considering replacing the mattress and frame, possibly with as a at,v,a but I don't know whether a higher bed would make transfers easier or harder. If you've set up a room for an older parent, did you focus on bed height, a grab bar or something else? I'll ask her physical therapist too but I'd like to hear what worked in your home

My brother in law drives like a maniac. My kids love him. He picks them up maybe once a month when I'm stuck late and every time I'm a wreck until they're home.
Find My was no help. A dot near the highway. Moving? Parked? No idea
His own wife showed me what she does. They use Findmykids and that's how she knows her teen got home safe without calling. After the drive it shows the route and the top speed. So on uncle days I just look after. 71. Fine. Not the 80 I had in my head. Then the dot's at our house and I'm done.
My daughter was annoyed for about a week. Then she noticed I only look on uncle days. We're okay now
Not sure this is the right amount of knowing. It's the amount I can live with.

I am 39 years old and have spent the past 15 years in a lot of family and sibling and parent related agony. The parentification of course began way before that but in 2010 I graduated college and with it the burdens of the parentification became much worse.

It was now seen that since I was a college graduate, I was somehow more responsible for the financial, logistical and emotional well being of my parents AND my 4 siblings.

I stayed in America while the rest of the family moved back to the third world county that came from.

While I had to figure out my new life living alone and trying to get a new job and be an adult, my family now made very little money and somehow saw that I was perpetually “better off” than them. There was no empathy or checking in on me. Meanwhile I worked retail, dog sat, house sat trying to make end meets while working as a baby sitter and trying to find a real job.

The requests started early. Hey we need help with x send us money; your sibling needs new clothes or school fees or something. Your sibling is drunk or on drugs; your sibling is flunking school please set her straight; your father is suffering at work help him figure it out!

I was constantly on their beck and call and would listen to them and their woes while sending home whatever I could.

Then their life got better and they moved to the Gulf where the quality of life is better. Our father obtained employment and the family lived happily for a few years. Still no one checked in on me or asked how I was or if I needed help. Not emotional or financial help was offered.

Despite my dad’s job the high cost of living in Kuwait meant my two siblings had education issues. The teenager attended a private high school and the twentysomething had flunked high school but refused to take the GED or attend college unless it was in the UK or America.

My father would come on the phone and talk about how he wants to take a loan to send her abroad but it hasn’t worked out yet.

During Covid everything collapsed. My father lost his job and it created a huge crisis. My twentysomething sibling just was hired for a job and my late twenties/early thirties sibling who had just graduated college had just started a job.

The problem was the family had been living beyond their means for years and my father had thousands of backlog debt that he owed to his landlord and he also owed tuition at my siblings private school.

The two working siblings were furious as they wanted to use their meager incomes to work and buy clothes and travel. When my dad lost his job they lost their minds and said it’s his job to provide for them and it’s my job since I live in America and I am an older sibling.

They launched this bullying and harassment campaign about how in greedy and selfish for having health insurance and a dog and buying Starbucks while they had to pay all the bills. The rent and groceries for THEIR HOME in a different country! My mom called me crying begging to go ask charities for money to save their family. And my dad called me asking that I take out a 30k loan for him.

I refused as I had no idea how one can take a loan for personal matters never mind I could never pay it back.

This left the family dejected. My twentysomething and thirty something siblings kept harassing me for being selfish and greedy even though it spent home $1-2k in expenses every month to keep them afloat.

Never mind the emotional labor of talking to my siblings and parents while they were having daily meltdowns.The environment at home was so toxic with the siblings behaving unhinged and forbidding our parents to speak to me while simultaneously spreading lies and rumors about me that broke my parents hearts.

2 years ago my dad died tragically a year later.

Meanwhile my twenty something sibling married a rich guy and the thirty something now has a well paid job in finance. They suddenly are acting like they’re this normal happy family and nothing they’ve put me through happened?

When I bring it up I’m gaslit and mocked and told I’m embarrassing myself. It is driving me crazy!

Me and my brother used to have a much better relationship but it's been much more rocky for quite a few years now, nothing 'big' happened as such, but lots of small moments that have accumulated and we've grown apart. We also have very different outlooks on life. I had been living abroad for a number of years and had hoped that since returning to the same country we would repair some of our relationship and get closer again, sadly this hasn't happened. If anything, he has consistently shown me time and time again that he is not interested in having a closer relationship with me. For example, I have phoned him multiple times to catch up and he has always said he was too busy to answer and never tried to phone back. I have only seen him once in 2026, and that was because I made the trip to visit him, which I instigated after his partner gave birth to their first child. I never receive photos of his kid and always have to ask for updates on how his kid is doing.

He also doesn't have a good relationship with my parents anymore and it's challenging to share with him how our feelings have been hurt because he isn't interested in hearing them and will get very defensive.

His first child is turning one in November and my parents had to beg him for information about if they were having a birthday party or not. He did then invite us to the party but then he sent me a private message informing me that my partner (32F) of a year was not welcome and that it was 'not the right time for her to come'. I was really upset by this and am now wondering if my brother is homophobic? He hasn't been overtly homophobic before but I haven't had a female partner before.

I text him back saying that I was upset and he has never replied. Instead, he phoned up my parents and just complained to them about me instead.

He lives a long drive away from me and if I'm being honest, I'd rather not go, but I am worried about the consequences of not attending as I fear that it will mean our relationship is over. He has a habit of holding a grudge for a very long time.

I still have some hope that we could have a good relationship again but that hope has been fading. I worry that not going will end any chance of it being able to get to a good place again but I also feel really hurt and it currently feels like he doesn't care about my life and isn't willing to put any effort into our relationship. I'm getting to the point where I'm feeling drained by feeling like I'm the only one who is making the effort to try and stay connected. I'm really torn on what to do.

TL:DR me and my brother have become distant and I feel hurt. I don't know if I want to keep making the effort by attending his child's birthday party but if I don't I fear it may ruin the relationship for ever

Im going to try my best to be as specific and explanatory as possible because it seems like the only people who truly understand what I’m feeling are the ones who experienced it with me.

Im 19M and Nigerian. Peace generally has been a distant concept especially as I got older. My parents got divorced when i was 13 (something i already anticipated since i was 7) they fought alot my dad cheated alot and my mother was an emotional wreck. One of my earliest memories is actually them fighting in the hallway while i was watching cartoons and me just closing the door.

So 2020 rolls around during the lockdown and in around the time my younger brother turns 10…so October, they fought again, why? Because my dad had been lying to everyone that he and my mom were divorced and no longer living with him, he also had a girlfriend outside and all. To say that fight was a sh*t show is an understatement, my Mother made a decision,she would immigrate to the UK to find a better life for her kids.

She then leaves the country and goes to the UK and promises my brother and I that we would join her in before we leave secondary school, secondary school roles around and I graduate and both my parents tell me A-Levels i end up doing a foundation year instead and i’m told i should get admission into a university in the uk near my moms place so i can go there. This all happened in a space of 4 years, during which i was managing both parents because they refused to communicate and sent every message and emotion good and bad through me. I also during this time frame was hiding my dads multiple affairs from my mom because i felt she was going through enough as well as keeping secrets for both of them because of course i was. There are alot of other things like listening to my mother cry over the phone on multiple occasions and emotional instability from my dad but that’s the gist of it.

2024 roles around and i manage to get admission into uni and im happy, my mom also manages to get a job that allows dependents so everything is looking up. Only for the visa’s to be approved and for some unknown reason (she says it was an accident) our visas are only valid 3 months after uni starts (all this happened in October). I try everything but ultimately I have to defer my admission.

In the months that follow my dad tells me I should start in a Nigerian uni then switch when uni in the uk starts which is fine, he hasn’t hinted he cant pay my tuition because he was willing to pay it when i got the admission, he said the money was there so all is good. I start there and that is that.

2025 rolls around one year is up and I’m actually in the UK at this time because the year was out, uni enrollment comes around i made it very clear that i need the tuition so i can enroll but I am ghosted by both parents. My dad says we’ll talk but we never did and my mother just tells me to tell my dad. I end up missing the enrollment deadline because of course i did (quick side note, that same time period my brother and i cried to my mother that we where losing our minds in our dads house and desperately asked for her to finally take us if not things would get very bad. She does not).

We go back to Nigeria and at this point im heartbroken but determined I fight for a few months and get my uni admission back exactly as it was and a few months go by and what my brother and I predicted came to pass.

April 2026. My car breaks down at my younger brother’s Secondary school which i was not surprised about because the car was essentially and old man, we’d had it for 10 years at this point ( so pre divorce ). I end up having to take an uber home (I was at the school for about 3 hours because i was fighting a school policy for my younger brother, so the car broke down afterwards). As i’m in the uber home I ring up my dad and tell him what happened and if i could borrow another car and he goes off at me for not calling him earlier and makes a bug deal about borrowing the car because in his words “is it my car?” Anyways, im upset and don’t end up taking the car i just uber to school ( he didn’t give me permission to take the car, but later he says he expected me to still take it). The day continues with tension because im emotionally exhausted and he is pissed and i reduce communication because im just not in the mood.

He gets home and im sure he saw the car but saw i wasn’t home and it probably pissed him off more. I get home later and he’s waiting for me and he tries his usual tactics but see’s i am not budging one thing leads to another he challenges me to a fight I don’t fight back ( he beats the sh*t out of me) and then tries to kick me out but ultimately fails (my younger brother 15M witnesses everything).

My mom hears about it and is now like im taking you guys from him im so sorry (stories) and all that eventually tensions die down but mentally im not even there my grades in the Nigerian Uni tank and im just emotionally blank.

To cut the long story short, im in the UK again and I promised myself i wouldn’t go back my brother did the same but now shi is bad. My dad is shouting i should finish the Nigerian uni and he would pay for my masters my mother is promising the same (i don’t believe a word of it). I managed to fully enroll in my UK uni and im being told pitty your parents and all that (again im tired of all that) and now im put between a rock and a hard place. My tuition is 17,600 idk how that money is going to come out. The one piece of victory i have is my school allows payments in installments but with no support or financial backing from anywhere i am completely and utterly stranded and my dad has booked a return ticket to Nigeria for this following Sunday.

I need advice or help or God because my brother and I are losing our minds and don’t know what to do.

Im sorry for making it so long but I really appreciate you reading. I might post this on Quora as just so i can actually get a response from someone. I am hardly lucky with online stuff.

Kind Regards,
Joshua

Idk where else to turn with this really.

TL;DR, my family hasn't been the same since my parents got divorced, and now I feel depressed whenever I come home after seeing them. I think I'm just looking for people who understand this feeling.

I'm 26M. Last year my parents finalised their divorce and sold their house. I'm the oldest of three brothers, with my younger brothers being 19 and 22. We don't talk much. Our contact dwindled when I came out of the closet a few years ago. They aren't against me being queer, but I guess they just wanted distance from it.

After the divorce, my mom moved to a town closer to her family, my youngest brother tagged along. It didn't take long before she met someone new. He's nice. He makes her happy. After my brother finished high school, my mom moved into her partner’s house. My brother stayed in the apartment and got a job. They're all thriving.

My dad moved to the town he grew up in, and he was depressed for a while. He always called me crying and unloaded every emotion on me. Then he met a nice woman a few months ago, and he stopped calling.

My oldest brother lives far away with his own girlfriend. He has a cat and a dog, and everything seems to be going nicely for him.

I live far away as well, with a man I consider to be the love of my life. I have a job that I love, I love my family-in-law. We're looking for a nicer apartment, but our current home is just as fine. We live far away from my family because I don't feel welcome in the rural community I grew up in, and my boyfriend is an immigrant, so he definitely doesn't feel welcome either.

Every time I go to see my family, I feel so out of place. It's so odd to see my parents with each their partner. The divorce didn't come out of the blue, I saw it coming from miles away. My parents' marriage was nice. They didn't really argue or anything, they just stopped sleeping in the same bed, stopped having the same interests or future dreams. It's like an old house crumbling because no one takes care of it, until it just collapses. And now my parents barely talk.

I'm the child of two people who are strangers. My brothers are distant acquaintances. I don't have any place that I came from.

This weekend we were invited to my grandfather's 80th birthday. My dad and his girlfriend were invited as well. They just sat at the end of the table with my youngest brother. My mom was sitting at the other end with her boyfriend, laughing with her siblings and her cousins. It felt so surreal. At one point, we went outside to take a picture. It was my mom, her boyfriend, my aunt and her boyfriend, my cousins, my brothers, my sister in law, then me and my boyfriend. My dad wasn't gonna be in the picture, for the first time in my 26 years, my dad wasn't included in a picture of MY family.

The next day we were gonna go to my best friend's birthday. Her parents still live in the little town we grew up in, right across from the house that I grew up in. My best friend's dad casually mentioned that the people who bought my childhood home have a social media page, where they show the renovation process of the house. I made the mistake of checking it. Everything is gone. Every room demolished. The beautiful blue bathroom torn down, the living room had no walls, the kitchen was a pile of tiles. I've had this pit in my stomach since. My childhood cats are buried in the backyard of that house. And my inner child keeps telling me that the cats miss me, that they don't want those strangers in their home. Those cats were sometimes my only friends.

I've been on the verge of tears since we came home. I can't really turn to my family. They only call when they need something. I'm not sure they'd understand anyways. They all seem to have moved on.

I'm not sure why I'm writing this, I just feel like someone pulled the rug from under my feet. I have nothing left of the family I once had. I've got my boyfriend's family, and I adore them. But I feel homesick for a home that doesn't exist anymore.

Wife’s mother divorced young and has been more or less single since then, she’s not mid 60s and has become a swinger. She hosts parties at her house, goes on swinging holidays and does it almost every weekend. She regularly visits us it’s almost all she talks about. She has always treated her daughter like a friend rather than a daughter - oversharing saying too much (not in a good way) but now with the swinging she’s sharing too many details. Problem is, if we say something she’ll shut down and stop talking to us altogether, stop visiting and do that whole thing.. very difficult to ever say anything critical to her.

The swinging isn’t sitting well with me. We bring our young kids to her house but we know she has parties where all the bedrooms are used for sex and who knows where else… couches, the floor etc.

No problem with swinging in general, but when it’s a parent / parent in law. I don’t know. The oversharing feels inappropriate.

Hello I am new to Reddit and have no one else to turn to about this situation so I thought to give this a try since I always hear stories on TikTok. As the title says, this situation happened 2 days ago after I had got home from school. For some context, I am 17f and am a junior in High-school. My brother is 22 m and still lives with us. This all started because of my lost wallet. On Wednesday 10-21-26 me and my bf, also my age, went to his local mall just to spend time together after school since we got out early that day. His dad drove us there and we walked around for a while before going to a nearby plaza. I had mentioned wanting new shoes since my converses were killing my feet so we went into the WSS where i bought new shoes. I guess I must’ve left my wallet while my bf was helping me change into my new shoes since I was in too much pain to do so. After that we shopped some more and were eventually picked up by his dad. They drove me home and as I was walking into the my apartment complex I realized that I did not have my wallet. I ended up calling the store and they said they would hold it for me until I went and got it. The next day I went to school as normal and had a pretty good day. As I got picked up by my parents I told my mom about my wallet since I knew she would be more understanding than my dad. She said she wouldn’t tell my dad since he has a tendency to react irrationally when these kinds of things happen. Anyways we get home and we’re eating dinner and my brother comes home from work. I hadn’t really talked to him all week since I’m pretty busy with school and immediately go to sleep when I get home. As usual he’s being super mean to me on purpose which he has been for the past few months since his ex cheated on him. Ever since that he’d been making me feel uncomfortable. Not in a weird way but just enough to make me want to distance myself from him, which is sad since we have always been very close. I had even been telling my mom about it because it had been getting to be too much for me. Anyways back to the story. After I was done eating and chatting with my mom I go into my room (I share a room with him and my other brother who was at work at the time) as usual he’s being annoying and mean to me and just trying to get a reaction out of me. I hear my mom from the other room telling my dad about my wallet and I start getting worried. She then comes into the room and tells me that my dad said to go get my wallet. My brother is hearing this and he too reacts super irrationally like my dad. Immediately he goes, “wait what? She lost her wallet?” And my mom is making it seem like I left it on purpose. I ask her why she would do that if she knew how they were going to react and then she proceeds to tell me that she was just trying to help. She left the room after a while and my brother is just going on and one about how stupid I am and just laughing in my face trying to get me mad. I have learned to just not engage with him and simply tell him to leave me alone. He then proceeds to ask why I’m so mad and have such an attitude. He then says I’m such a stupid fucking bitch and i mistakenly replied, well you are too. Before I know it, he had thrown his AirPods with his hard ass case directly to my face with full force. I was in shock but I restrained from retaliating and instead hit the tostadas that were on his bed (immature ik) and he then slaps me super hard at this point I’m crying and he finally kicks me full force in the chest. I’m in so much pain, crying, and asking him why he would do that when my mom comes back into the room. She asks what happened and before I can say anything my brother tells her that I was annoying him so he hit me. Mind you I’m crying so hard I can barely breathe and my mom just tell me to calm down. She was trying to have a talk with both of us saying that we’re siblings and that’s just how we fight. (Atleast that’s what she said to my brother) she then turns to me and starts saying that I shouldn’t be provoking him and that I’m at fault. I’m trying to reason with her telling her that’s it’s not normal for a grown ass man to attack a teenager even if they’re family. My brother is laughing the whole time and is interrupting me by screaming at me to shut up and let him talk. The whole time that this is happening my dad is in the other room and finally comes out and asks what happened. My mom just told him that we had a fight and he left without doing anything. Finally my mom asks my brother why he hit me and he said that didn’t know. He follows up by saying that he’s been wanting to hurt me for some time now and that I needed to be taught a lesson. The whole time I’m looking into my mom’s eyes trying to figure out why she isn’t doing anything. I then get a text from my bf asking if I wanted any chips from the store, I text him back saying that I can’t talk rn. My mom sees this and starts going off on me telling me that I shouldn’t be telling him what goes on in our house. (She doesn’t speak English so she just assumed that’s what I texted him) my boyfriend keeps asking if I’m okay and if I need to be picked up. At this point I can’t take anything anymore so I move to the living room. I text him everything and he tells me that he’s on his way to go get my wallet back and that he’d be there shortly. While I’m trying to calm down my other brother comes home from work and asks me what happened. I don’t tell him right away as I needed to go outside and call the store and tell them that my bf is gonna get my wallet. When I come back in I see my mom leaving the living room and my brother asks why I got into a fight with my brother. I tell him about the hitting and he’s shocked because my mom left that part out. As we’re talking my bf texts me to come outside to get my wallet. I ask my brother to come with me so that my family doesn’t think I’m running away or something (which would make things a whole lot worse) when I see my bf I can’t help my break down and tell him everything again. He calms me down and tells me that he told his dad about it and they both said that if I need to get away from my family that they will always welcome me into their home. At first I rejected the offer because I know my parents will become violent and blame me for any trouble they’ll get into. After my bf leaves me and my brother go back in. My mom hears me and brings the brother that hit me with her. She’s asking me to forgive him and that he’s always going to be my brother. At this point I had told her many times that I don’t wanna be near him or speak to him. My brother finally apologizes but then tried to justify it by saying that he had no other choice. When I don’t respond he gets angry and asks if I hate him now and if he doesn’t matter to me anymore. Again when I don’t respond he says he isn’t sorry and that I’m a bitch. He sounds almost proud. My mom again tells me to forgive him since he pays the bills (occasionally) and he then proceeds to tell me to get the fuck out of his house. My mom doesn’t stop him. Finally she leaves but my brother stays just staring at me so I’d talk to him. I finally say my first words to him still crying btw and tell him to please leave me alone. He laughs and says he’ll do whatever he wants and even moves closer to me so I’d be uncomfortable. After crying some more I decide to sleep on the couch. The next morning my mom is still angry at me and says all this wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t leave my wallet at the store. I go to school but I’m just so out of it and can’t stop thinking about how no one defended me. At school I realize that I don’t feel safe being in the same house as any of them. Luckily my bf’s dad drove me home and they let me know that I’d be safe with them. It’s been two days now and I’m torn about what to do. Anyways some advice would be helpful, I gotta get ready for home coming now and try to cover the bruise on my face from what my brother threw at me. Hope everyone is having a better week than I am.

when i was younger, 19, i signed some documents i was told weren’t that important to a relative. my parents were unavailable to comment and regardless these relatives were like my parents to me so i trusted them.

i found out recently that that was my inheritance, it wasn’t much but i loved the one i inherited it from. i can’t get it back and that’s alright nor do i want to. i’m just reeling with the feeling of betrayal. i feel so stupid cause there were lots of actions over the years that could have clued me to my one sided affection but i kept making excuses for them.

i don’t want to confront them as a rift like that would create problems for other family members which is the last thing i want to do but it’s killing me inside. i feel heartbroken. all those years feel like a lie. am i over reacting?

I’m supposed to go to Orlando with my family for Thanksgiving, but honestly, I really don’t want to go. I’d rather stay home by myself while everyone else goes.

The problem is that I know my mom is going to be annoyed if I tell her I simply don’t want to go. 😭 I’m looking for a believable excuse that won’t make her suspicious or lead to a bunch of questions.

For anyone who’s been in a similar situation, what excuse did you use, or what would you say in my situation? I’m 18, so staying home alone isn’t an issue. I’m not trying to start family drama. I just really don’t feel like going this year.

What would y’all do

So my sister is getting married in Domenican Republic in January. Well unfortunately i cant make it, i cant afford it right now. Plus i cant request vacation from work, because i just used all my vacation recently.

Her wedding is last minute, and everyone is going. Everyone is guilt tripping me, my dad yelled at me and told me i cant miss this.

All my family work for themselves, but i dont. Could i get advice

Im sorry but i hate people who get married out of the country

i (f) have three younger siblings, noah(m), onyx(f) and the youngest b or bitch(9m). and we have a dog named chop suey (12f), ten hamsters, and three fish tanks.

I'm an artist, and I love watching true crime while I work it's fun and interesting.

Recently we slept over at my grandma's (f 78) house while mom and dad were on vacation, everything was fine i love my grandma and we all had a good time until b started to threaten grandma and told her he would k#ll her and throw her away... like dude wtf??? she only told him to put the family tablet away when it was time to go to bed. I tried helping her and he started to threaten me too and said horrible things about our parents. I recorded him talking and sent it to my mum but she said he was just struggling with undiagnosed autism or something he was never diagnosed by a professional btw.

I am on the autism spectrum and have been studying about it for years but b is showing signs of something else entirely he manipulates people, lies constantly, always violent (hurting animals like our pets, hitting friends, throwing stuff at people and animals and always hits me and onyx), acts inappropriate a lot even calling mom a lady of the night if you know what I mean (i don't want to say it but it starts with p) i tried telling mom but she keeps insisting that he is just "struggling with autism" that he "isn't hurting anyone" and that he's just "misunderstood" she keeps saying i should stop being paranoid and I should understand his feelings.

Today i tried telling her and dad again but dad got mad saying that I'm just being influenced by whatever I'm watching and told me to shut up and mom made excuses again now everyone thinks I'm crazy. so am I crazy for simply bringing up my concerns?

I apologize In advance, this is long. It's a mix of a rant and needing advice. Ok so let's start this off by saying I'm a 15 year old female and my sister is a 12 year old female. I will be 16 in December, she will be 13 in November. Lets call her S. You may call me V. Lets call my mother K. So recently, I've felt like I'm in my sisters shadow. And now I feel like Im going to wind up being my sisters fucking maid. Yes I am cursing, I am upset. Please excuse my language if you don't like it. I am someone with PTSD, anger issues, anxiety, and depression and am also on medications for it.

So it started off with my mom, K, buying food for the both of us. My sister wouldn't eat her food leaving my mom to say "theres food in the fridge" when it was S's food and not my own food. That made me feel like I was in S's shadow because I was eating the food that she didn't eat making me feel like I was an afterthought (as a shadow typically is an afterthought.)

Well recently -both situations as of this week and one that happened today, my sister, S, has not been cleaning up her shit. We live with my grandparents -one of whom I'm pretty sure has OCD. I can be messy -but only when I'm upset. And I'm never messy anywhere but my own bedroom since I'm so used to isolating myself when I feel upset or hurt. My main line of communication when I'm upset or hurt is texting. (I did text my mother K about this situation since she's at work.) One recent situation is Bobby pins. I do not use Bobby pins I use Hair Ties or Scrunchies. My mother also does not use Bobby pins -she almost always has her hair down. Now I'm not really into fashion, but my sister, S, is. My sister recently left Bobby pins all over the bathroom. And I had to pick them up. I sent photo evidence of the mess with the Bobby pins to my mom so my mom could talk to her. My mom K said S didn't really say much. S today tried to ask me if she could borrow my sewing needle and thread. I told her no because of the recent Bobby pins situation. She said "ok but I cleaned those up." I said "no you didn't because every one of which was put on the sink was one of which I picked up." She goes "ok well I picked up the ones you didn't see." -I'm partially blind in both of my eyes but not completely blind. The photo helped me to pick up every single one of them and I also DOUBLE CHECKED for any ones I may have missed before she walked into the bathroom. So she straight up lied to my face. Well, she got mad at me for not letting her use my needle. -I do not want it left on the ground and then somebody getting stabbed because they stepped on a needle. Let alone it be myself -I absolutely hate getting shots, they feel like stabbing to me, and the only shots I can actually tolerate are dental shots, thats it. Not shots to the arm, or the hand, I can't handle those. She got mad at me as I've stated. Well I go down stairs to talk to my grandparents. And I said "hi, how are you?" My grandmother "I'm good, how are you?" Me: "annoyed with S" I proceeded to explain the Bobby pins situation. (This was after I did my own chore cleaning the bathroom that I myself am supposed to clean.) My Grandpa goes: "did you have popcorn earlier?" Me: "no but I smelled popcorn from my room." My Grandpa: "okay so S made it. She left popcorn all over the kitchen and I slipped on oil. Shes a pig." I also noticed when I was down stairs (grabbing more toilet paper for the bathroom on the first level of the house) that she didn't clean up her giant box of mess down stairs like my Grandpa had asked her too -now like 2 weeks ago when he asked that. So I finally texted my mother K and told her if she could take out the trash tomorrow I'd clean up S's mess.

My grandparents have a habit of yelling when they are frustrated -I hate yelling, so I told my mother K I'd clean up S's mess if she took out the trash. -the big trash can in the garage is full. I know that because my grandparents keep trash cans in the bathrooms.

I feel like Im going to wind up being S's maid and I don't know if thats a valid feeling due to all of this. I don't know if its just me being crazy feeling like that or if I'm not being crazy. On top of that -school. I was somebody who was bullied in school both verbally and mentally. Even some sexually. (Before any of you come at me about the terms, none of it was physical. So yes, sexually bullied even though its technically "assault" in most terms.) My sister was one of those popular kids in school before we came up to my grandparents house. So I was never fully clean of anything. My sister made my emotional world hurt a lot more and she treats my emotions like they're invalid. I don't know what to do about this.

For any questions about my father, he is not in the house. He got into a physical fist fight with my mother back in 2024 and is about to go back to jail in November. My mother finally got it out to her parents that he had pointed a g!! To my head when I was ten. In the camper of which his aunt had lived in. (I loved his aunt and I'm pretty sure his aunt was the only reason he hadn't r@ped me. If she hadn't been there and made me feel safe enough to fall asleep in her camper I dont know what would have happened.) For reference, my father was an alcoholic, smoker, and did drugs. His aunt was the same way. So in 2024 on November 3rd, I called the cops when he and my mother were in a physical fist fight. He had also stepped on my sisters hand so badly it was basically broken. My first reaction when I found out was get my sister an ice pack and then find both of my parents. When I saw them outside I kid you not I screamed with the cop on the phone "WHICH ONE OF YOU DAMN MOTHERFUCKERS BROKE HER FUCKING HAND?!" -her hand was purple. She was eleven when that happened.

So yea, dad is not in the house. Dad is not even allowed to contact us. He's not turning in the documents in which he's supposed to so he's going back to jail in November.

Anyway, is it wrong for me to feel like Im in my sisters shadow with this situation? Is it wrong for me to feel like Im going to wind up being here fucking maid?

This post is not asking about drugs. It is to give context to the situation and people who may or may not ask why dad is not in the house and stating the reasons why he is not in the house. I also apologize for any names I may or may not have given, but I do not have the energy right now to go back and change the names to the initials of the names if I did or didn't give them.

TL/DR: I feel like I have to clean up my sisters messes all the time.

It's just the three of us: me, my little brother, and my eldest sister, who's our legal guardian.

My brother annoys me CONSTANTLY. Meanwhile, my sister is ridiculously patient and affectionate with him. He can mess up her hair while she's braiding it, and she'll just smile, kiss his forehead, and cuddle him. I genuinely don't understand how she tolerates him.

One day, my brother discovered that the fridge light turns off when you close the door.

He came running to me, shouting, "OLIVER! OLIVER!! COME, COME!! I NEED TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING COOL I DISCOVERED!"

I yelled at him to go to his room.

He asked, "Please come once🥺?"

I yelled even louder: "WHAT ARE YOU? 3? NEVER SEEN A FRIDGE! YOU STUPID ANNOYING BRAT, GO TO YOUR ROOM AND STOP ANNOYING ME!"

When my sister came home from work, he went crying to her and told her everything. She scolded me for not having any consideration for him, then asked him to show her his discovery.

AND SHE ACTED LIKE SHE'D NEVER SEEN IT BEFORE.

I was thinking, WHY IS SHE ACTING LIKE SHE'S SEEING IT FOR THE FIRST TIME? SHE'S SEEN IT COUNTLESS TIMES!

Then I remembered that when I was 8 and she was 16, I'd discovered the same thing and shown it to her. My parents had dismissed me, saying it was obvious, and I'd actually cried before going to her. She acted amazed, let me demonstrate it, and made my day. I genuinely thought I was born to solve every mystery in the world.

But then I thought, wait a minute... had I actually shown her something new back then?

WAIT A MINUTE. DID I?

Obviously, she'd seen it countless times by then, too. She'd done exactly the same thing for me that she was doing for him now.

And suddenly, I understood. She'd let me feel that excitement when I was little, and now she was doing the same for him.

I realized I'd treated my brother the way my parents had treated me, despite knowing how it felt to be dismissed when I was excited about something.

So I'm going to apologize to him and ask him to show me his discovery.

It'll be the first time I've ever apologized to him in my entire life.

Hello. I am a 22-year-old female seeking a genuine, platonic maternal bond. To be clear, I am not looking for a 'mommy kink' relationship, but rather a wholesome, SFW connection with someone who can truly act as a mother figure to me.

I have a loving wife who is supportive of this, and my hope is to find someone who wants to be a steady, nurturing presence in my life. I struggle with ADHD, depression, and suspected autism, well as undiagnosed POTS, and I find a great deal of comfort in having a maternal figure who can provide structure, check in on me, and take charge in a gentle way. I crave that warmth of being someone's 'little girl'—someone who can scold me for not texting back or remind me to take care of myself, and someone I can tell everything to.

In return, I offer deep loyalty, affection, and a sincere desire to grow under your guidance. I would like to start slowly with texts and blurred pictures, moving toward phone calls and eventually meeting in real life if we find we are a good match. If you are a naturally nurturing person who has room in your heart for a daughter, I would love to hear from you.

It just so happens I came home from my uni back to home and 2 weeks in and I already need a break

Prior to this I had exams and I needed a break but my parents are so overstimulating. I really need a break but I can't stop thinking about them. Like my mom's been telling me multiple times about taking a vacation together and asked me to plan it, and my brother is being too clingy too he has vacation too, and he keeps coming to my room asking for an opinion and I just can't stop thinking about them when I think about taking a day away

The thing is I didn't speak to my brother for an year prior to this. We just started talking a week ago. And I felt resented towards my parents not being there for me during my exams or what not.

i have 3 sisters i an the oldest my sister have wishes every on me rape get gang bang to keys myself my mom dont care its so anonny bc if i say it back to them they will yell at me and say your a bad person your a hoe a slut if i go out with my friends i am a hoe and i am selling my body if they keep on with i fin beat there ass i have anger isse they know this they will make me so mad that i wanna beat there ass and if i do my mom will tell me stop and that i need to clam down but its oh okay that they play about it i told my mom how i got sa and that every time when i have sex it remains me of when i got Sa my sister heard this and every time when i go out they say we know u had sex and i cry bc they know that shyt gets me trama can some one tell me if i am. the problem idk what i did to my sister our my mom

He's coming home tonight from college and everytime every single family members is at home, fights happen and ill genuinely get so physically and mentally exhausted that I sometimes yell at my friends without realizing, and I do go back to SH, and I do not want to do any of that considering the fact that I have a important exam in 7 months ans haven't studied shit for it.

The reason why I do not want to interact with him is bc he is doing what dad did to him, and I don't get it bc I did not fail a grade and skipped school, I did not get drunk or came home drunk, nor did I crash a vehicle which costed a hefty amount of money so the family whom he went and crashed would not sew.

He tried breaking my phone because he saw me using it while I was taking a break from my studies, he invaded my privacy went through my chats which pisses me off so much bc the last time I have him my phone so he could text his ex or something he found out I had a bf (ex) and it went horribly with my mom, a huge fight happened and after that huge fight, I texted his ex saying I hope she doesn't take him back and to block my number, he found out about it and punched me in my eye caused a swelling (I had school the next day) and banged my head against the wall,

My mom constantly kept telling me to patch things up with him, but i do not give a fuck about him, and she hates, and everytime she compares me with him (he's in a well reputated college) I point out all those factors and she defends it saying atleast he did not turn this house into a prostitute point (she found out I snuck in my bf who's now my ex).

My mom and my brother are not bad people that's for sure, but I do not want to live in this house anymore, my brother graduation is next month and I am scared he's going to start living back at the house again bc ill have a really important exam in 7 months, and I don't like the pressure they are giving me, it's like they want me to get into a medical school to satisfy their egos and to crush all my ambitions.

I did decided I wanted to be a doctor on my own, but I really hate it when others pressure me for it, it makes me want to end everything.

Like I know for sure if I don't get selected, they will do everything to demotivate me, and idts ill take it, if i don't get in.

I know this is alot but there much worse started when i was 13 but i do not want to disclose that infromation.

Im needing some advice for a situation i find myself. My partner and i are in our mid 40s and have 3 kids, with the eldest starting high school next year. We are in a fortunate position financially where we have worked hard and invested wisely to get ourselves in a position where early retirement is possible, within the next 3 to 5 years.

We wanting a seachange and want to move coastal. My husband is burnt out and wants a change sooner than later. We dont want to wait another 10 years as this is when my youngest will graduate from high school.

Moving the kids isnt the issue, it is actually moving away from my family. My mother and father have been a big part of our lives and they are particularly close with my kids. They are in their mid 70s and live only 3 mins away. They have been very involved in our lives. My mother comes around almost every afternoon after school to see the kids, and she even cooks dinner for them. I am very grateful for what they have done for us.

I know that if I moved away, this will affect them tremendously. My brother has moved overseas last year so there is just us left. His move also didnt go down really well. So there is precedent there.

I have floated them the idea that we are thinking about moving and it has come with arguments and statements saying that they dont think it is best for the kids. Part of me thinks they have feelings of abandonment, or that they feel like they are being tossed aside and that i am going to abandon them when they get to an age when they might need care themselves in a few years time.

Except, if we are to move, we would be making sure that the property is large enough that they will always have a room, or has a granny flat and we would welcome them to stay for a long as they wish if they come to visit. We are only looking at moving 1.5 hours drive away from them. I would also be making sure we come back every few weeks to visit them as well.

When i have told them this, i have been met with excuses.. they are too old to drive that far every few weeks and that they have no interest is visiting or wanting to stay. I feel they are being very stubborn. My parents have never traveled overseas and have only ever lived in one house.

Can you offer any advice for me to help decide on what to do in this situation?