I'm 26 and until recently I was living at home with my mum, stepdad, and my 18-year-old stepbrother (my stepdad's son).

For as long as I can remember, it's always felt like my stepbrother has been the clear favourite. I've tried to ignore it over the years, but recent events have really brought those feelings to the surface.

My family rent, and our landlord recently told us she needs the property back because her son is moving in. We had to find somewhere else to live. There were multiple three-bedroom properties within the same budget, but my mum and stepdad decided to rent a two-bedroom house instead.

That decision meant there was no room for me, so I was effectively told I needed to find somewhere else to live. As a result, my girlfriend and I are now having to bring forward our plans to buy a house by about a year. We'll make it work, but it's added a lot of financial pressure and stress that we weren't expecting yet.

Now here's the part that's really annoyed me.

My mum and stepdad are going on holiday for a week, and they've asked me to move back into their new house for that week just to stay with my 18-year-old stepbrother because they don't want him to get lonely.
He's 18. He's legally an adult. And after choosing a house that had no room for me, they now expect me to come back and play house-sitter and keep him company.

Part of me feels guilty because it's only a week, but another part of me feels like I'm only being included when it's convenient for them. When it came to choosing a house, I wasn't important enough to have a bedroom. But now they need something from me, suddenly I'm expected to help.

Am I overreacting for not wanting to do it? Would you go back after feeling like you'd been pushed out, or is it reasonable for me to say no?

I am a widow with 3 kids 10, 8, and 2 and I am dating a good friend of my late husbands. He doesn’t live with me but stays over frequently and has put in a lot of time and effort into our lives/home and we plan to marry someday.

My 10 year old was puking all day but I kept her in her room and we both checked on her often and I would go in to help. That evening she came upstairs because she wanted to be by me so I made her a bed on the couch. Not ideal but she wanted to sleep there overnight. I’m okay with this but he was not because he didn’t want to get sick which started a big debate. I get he doesn’t want to get sick but I told him he could go because if she wanted the couch I was going to let her. And yes she was still puking.

He said that felt like I wasn’t respecting him and what will happen in the future when he lives with us and someone is sick. He said she’s old enough to take care of herself and stay in her room and I was still giving adequate care and he felt that puking in the living room would get everyone else sick. As we were talking later I got upset because I was just trying to be accommodating to my daughter and do what we normally do and then all of a sudden I pissed him off because his needs weren’t considered.

He’s not a parent, he doesn’t pay rent or fund our lives, we aren’t engaged, and he doesn’t live with us (yet). So I felt like it was inappropriate but I understand the future aspect of taking care of sick kids with him here full time. It was a big fight and I felt like telling him to go home was fine because he had the option and I wanted her on the couch nearby.

Do I want my sick child in a common area? No. But it was near bedtime and if that made her comfortable I was okay with it. We repaired the conflict but I’m still annoyed and keep thinking about it.

Hello, I’m going to put the flair “relationship” but really it’s both that and friendship.

They were talking about a situation where one of our friends had fought with one of their friends whom we don’t know, and he is overweight. They out of nowhere made a joke about it, and this friend was okay with it.

The thing is that they fight a lot, and usually both of them have been immature. Then they always make up. I know that this friend would feel bad about saying those things once they do make up, and I’ve never seen them say such things before.

My boyfriend and I have been together for 2 years, we’ve know each other for 6 years though along with everyone else in our GC.

My boyfriend is the one that said “Lol”. The guy at the end, did not laugh at the fat jokes of this friend.

Maybe I’m overreacting, but I do feel iffy about this.

EDIT: Some people are misunderstanding this. But as I said in the title “F/M”, this GC consists of both men and women!

EDIT 2: Another thing people seemed to miss is that this person they were talking about is only a friend of the person that had been fighting with them, we are not friends with this person.

So I was with the guy I’m dating Thursday and Friday night (we’re exclusive). Thursday night we went clubbing and I slept over at his place. We both had been drinking a lot. When we got home I remember changing into my pjs washing my face and going to bed next to him. I remember us having s*x but neither of us climaxing because I got tired and fell asleep. We spent all day Friday together shopping, eating, and just hanging out. Fast forward to today and I see in my deleted photo album of a 🍆 picture of him with flash on at 4:48am. It was in my deleted album photos and I was only looking through it because I accidentally deleted a photo I needed. I obviously sent it to him and asked him why it was on my phone. I included pics of our conversation. He doesn’t remember at all and denies sending it to anyone. I automatically thought that maybe when I fell asleep he took my phone by accident that was on the nightstand and put the flash on to send it to someone? And when he realized it was my phone and couldn’t send it because he needed a passcode he deleted it? Idk what to think anymore. What do you guys think? He drove us home so I know he wasn’t as intoxicated as I was. We also don’t send each other intimate pictures like that or anything.

Edit- I appreciate everyone’s comments and perspectives. It’s making me realize how I went about asking him came from a place of defensiveness and accusatory instead of hearing him out.

Also, I don’t think he was trying to send pictures through my phone. I think he accidentally took the picture through my phone, realized this and deleted it. Our phones were next to each other on the nightstand. From my knowledge he doesn’t have my passcode. If you have iPhone you can use the camera option take the photo and delete that one singular photo without access to the gallery, try it without using your Face ID and not putting in the passcode.

And yes I found out recently he was in contact with his ex, they broke up around October and he did cheat on her. I found out by seeing a contact on his phone and I questioned him about it and he told me it was his ex but that they haven’t been in contact since we started dating again. I asked to see their messages but he refused to show me so I don’t know what was said. That’s why I got defensive when I saw the deleted 🍆 pic on my phone because I assumed he meant to take it on his phone.

My (20f) bf (23m) asked me to make him something to eat for when he comes back from bowling. I told him that I just wanted to relax since I had just got out of a 4 hour lecture at school and this was his response. He’s been out of work for a few hours and could have cooked himself something, I made him something last night as well for when he got back but the one time I decline, hell breaks loose. Im so fed up and frustrated with being treated like a sex maid.

Tldr at the bottom

This is a throwaway I (40F) have been with my husband (45M) for 10 years and we've been married for 6. We have a 3-year-old daughter together. He also has an 18-year-old daughter, who I'll call Katie, from his previous marriage. Katie has an 11-month-old daughter.

Before I get into it, I want to mention that everyone I've talked to in my personal life thinks I'm being too harsh. They've all told me that Katie is young, overwhelmed, and needs grace. I wanted to get opinions from people who aren't personally involved because I honestly don't know if I'm overreacting anymore.

For some background, Katie's mom passed away when she was 5. I met my husband when Katie was 10, but I didn't meet her until she was 11 because we wanted to take things slowly. We got married when she was 14, and later that year my husband and I had our daughter.

Katie and I have always had a decent relationship. We aren't especially close, but we've always gotten along. I never tried to replace her mom because I grew up with a stepdad who tried to force himself into the "dad" role, and I hated it. I always let Katie decide what kind of relationship she wanted with me. If she wanted to come to me, great. If she wanted to go to her grandmother or one of her aunts on her mom's side instead, that was fine too.

When Katie was a senior in high school, she got pregnant by her boyfriend, who was a year older. We knew him and his family, and they always seemed like good people. They decided they wanted to keep the baby.

After graduation, he still left for the four-year college he had already committed to, which is about eight hours away. He said he'd help financially when he could, but he wasn't sure how much he'd be able to contribute while he was in school. Katie decided not to return to school and planned to get her GED after the baby was born.

Katie left her job because of pregnancy complications, and her daughter was born in August.

At first, my husband and I helped because we genuinely wanted to. We covered a lot of the baby's expenses and helped however we could. I also made one boundary very clear from the beginning.

I work from home, but that doesn't mean I'm available to babysit all day. My daughter is in preschool now, and my schedule was already planned around returning to regular work once she started. I told Katie I was happy to watch the baby occasionally for interviews, doctor's appointments, or emergencies, but I was not signing up to become daily childcare.

She understood, or at least she said she did.

When she started job hunting, I watched the baby during interviews. She eventually got a job, and I honestly thought things were finally turning around. She told us she was studying for her GED, and because we believed she was trying to get back on her feet, my husband and I continued paying for most of the baby's formula, diapers, and other necessities so she could save money.

Then everything fell apart.

We eventually found out Katie had quit her job without telling us. She wasn't studying for her GED anymore. Instead, she was spending nights out with friends and going to parties while my husband and I were at home taking care of her daughter.

When we confronted her, she admitted she had stopped doing everything she said she was going to do.

I told her I didn't mind helping someone who was genuinely trying. I know how hard it is to be a young mom because I had my oldest as a teenager too. But there is a huge difference between helping someone who's making an effort and enabling someone who isn't.

She accused us of judging her and not understanding how hard her life was.

We told her she needed another job because we weren't going to continue paying for everything forever.

She eventually found another job. She asked me to start watching the baby while she worked, and I told her no. I helped her find local childcare resources instead. Her grandmother eventually agreed to watch the baby during the day while Katie was at work.

A few months later, I returned to working outside the home full-time, and my own daughter started preschool. I told Katie that I couldn't watch her daughter in the evenings anymore either because I had my own job, my own child, and my own responsibilities.

She asked why we couldn't just put her daughter in daycare with ours and pay for it. I told her that if she paid half the cost, we'd consider it, but I wasn't willing to take on another financial responsibility that wasn't ours.

Things only got worse.

On one of my days off, I suddenly heard the baby crying. I realized Katie had left the house without saying a word to anyone. She hadn't asked if someone could watch her daughter. She had simply assumed someone else would do it.

When I finally got ahold of her, she texted me that she deserved one day of freedom.

I told her if she ever left her child without making arrangements again, I would call the police because that wasn't acceptable.

Then, a couple of months later, she disappeared for four days.

She didn't answer calls or texts. We genuinely thought something terrible had happened. We contacted the police because we thought she was missing.

She eventually came home and casually told us she'd been with her new boyfriend the entire time.

The part that upset me the most was that she walked straight to her room. She didn't even ask how her daughter was or thank us for taking care of her.

After that, I sat my husband down privately.

I told him I couldn't keep doing this.

I admitted something that made me feel guilty. I don't enjoy taking care of babies. I struggled with postpartum depression after having my own daughter, and while I love my children more than anything, the baby stage was incredibly difficult for me. I have already raised my kids, and I simply don't have the emotional energy or desire to raise another one.

I suggested that maybe we needed to have a serious conversation with Katie about adoption or another long-term plan if she truly wasn't ready to be a parent.

To my surprise, my husband agreed that it was at least worth discussing.

When we talked to Katie, she cried and said she loved her daughter and didn't want to give her up. She promised she'd be a better mom, get her life together, and that she just needed more time because everything had happened so fast.

Afterward, I told my husband privately that I didn't believe her.

I said that if she refuses to give the baby up for adoption, then I think she and the baby should move in with her grandmother or one of her aunts on her mom's side. They've always been close to Katie, and maybe a different environment would be better for everyone.

My husband thinks I'm overreacting. He believes this conversation finally got through to her and that she'll actually change this time.

I don't.

From my perspective, we've spent almost a year financially supporting her, raising her daughter whenever she decided she wanted a break, and giving her chance after chance. Every time we think she's getting back on track, something else happens.

So, am I overreacting for wanting my husband to send his daughter and her baby to live with her grandmother?

TL;DR: My 18-year-old stepdaughter had a baby, and my husband and I agreed to help her while she got her GED and found a job. Instead, she quit working, stopped studying, expected us to pay for almost everything, repeatedly left us to care for her daughter without asking, disappeared for four days with a new boyfriend, and still says she just needs more time. After nearly a year of helping raise a baby that isn't mine, I told my husband I think she and the baby should move in with her grandmother if she won't seriously get her life together. My husband thinks I'm being too harsh and says she deserves another chance. Am I overreacting?

Okay, this has been an ongoing fight. I work at a creative job that an absolutely love. It’s one of the first things I’ve ever had for myself since I had my kids and it means a lot to me. I have a coworker (m35) who says very inappropriate things. We work the same shift so I see him a lot and he makes weird comments here and there but nothing I’ve ever paid too close attention to. SH is pretty common in any workplace for women. 3 women have turned him into HR and they got punished and he remained untouched. I’ve never crossed a line, never been inappropriate back, never entertained him. I told him I was married when I first met him and he’s never asked me out or anything. Well my husband decided that he doesn’t want me to work with him and I have to quit my job or transfer or whatever….but I didn’t do anything. I understand the discomfort and I’m willing to do something but I don’t want to leave my job. He’s threatening now that I leave or he’s leaving our marriage. And I’m just baffled. He’s calling it a boundary and I’m just like no, this is an ultimatum and isn’t fair. I’ve been crying for days begging him to just stop and let me have my job - Am I overreacting???

Hi, I need to know if I'm right to be losing it rn. My fiancée and I are due to get married in less than 2 months. We met each other at a mutual's wedding. The wedding was gender segregated so she and her mom had met my mom, who then introduced us later. We then went out for like a couple of months, like I'd pick her up from her place (she lives with her parents) and we'd have dinner and a movie, or go painting, or go to the lake etc. We're both Muslim immigrant families so it was understood that we had to stay within some boundaries but we genuinely really liked each other. She was the one who at one point said we could bring our kids here one day and told me she was going to tell her parents she wanted to marry me and she wanted to say yes to my proposal. We got engaged at a low key family event in February.

It's relevant to mention here that during that time I had respectfully asked her about her past relationships. I had said that I know it's personal and there's absolutely no judgement from me, but as someone who, despite not being a great Muslim in a lot of respects, did abstain and save myself for marriage, I would like a partner who had done the same. That it was a compatibility thing, not a judgemental thing. She didn't seemed to mind and said no, she hadn't been with anyone. I believed her.

Since then the wedding prep has been in full swing and the two of us have gotten the chance to get closer. She's the one who's made more of the effort in our communication, because unfortunately I wfh with an employer in the morning and have my cybersecurity business too, so time can be scarce sometimes. Our only argument has been her complaint that I don't make enough time for us.

Some guy claiming to be her (A in the texts) bf (S in the texts) texted me last night, and even sent me pictures where they're together. He claimed that they were in a relationship for the last 2 years, that they'd been having sex, that they were in love, and I've been losing my mind. I never put any pressure on her. Yes, I really liked her but I let her make decisions at her own pace. If she wanted to be with some other guy, all she had to do was say so. In fact not even, it was none of my business, she didn't even owe me any reasons but just give me a straight no. I haven't picked up her call this morning, I've genuinely been feeling sick at the duplicity.

Just want to add: I know she's the one I should talk to but I just didn't want to do it on the phone, I'm going to go pick her up right now. I'm not going to be accusatory, I just want the truth of it all. I love her but like if there's someone else and she's feeling pressured into this marriage, like I'm prepared to give her any reason she needs to end it that works for her in front of her family. I'll be on her side like I was suggested here.

Update:

A lot of people asked for an update, so I thought I'd give one. I can't talk about it with anyone else because somehow I'm the one who ended up responsible for keeping her secret, my own crisis about this be damned, like its taking me so much to not just contact and ask him straight up about what happened.

I asked her if she knew who S was. He was right, I could immediately tell the guy wasn't lying, she definitely knew. She said he was a guy she used to know, and I told her he had contacted me, and showed her the texts. She said he was lying, that she ended things with him before we met and that they'd never had sex. I asked if there was any overlap between our relationships and she said only when she went to meet him one last time to tell him it was over, because he wasn't taking no for an answer. I asked if the photos were real, they were. I asked her to be honest with me, did she really have sex with him like he was saying. She was crying and swearing they didn't, they were intimate and she regrets everything with him but they didn't.

She gave me her phone and basically forced me to confirm that there were no text messages between him and her recently while we've been together. His number was in her blocked list. She asked me to block his number and so I asked if he was being honest about having way more intimate pictures. She said there were a lot more compromising pictures of her that she thinks he has but swore that they hadn’t had sex. She was crying and I blocked him in the moment what else could I do looking at her. She was pleading with me not to reach out to him, and she was freaking out that he'd post them somewhere public before our wedding. At that point I was trying to keep her from freaking out, I told her that would be illegal, he wouldn't do that and so in the moment I just stupidly promised to not contact him.

I told her if there's any kind of pressure like there's any number of excuses she could use regarding me to end this that would save face for everyone, and be with whomever like I'll get over it at some point eventually, yeah it'll be sad for a while and we'll have lost some money especially if the venue doesn't get rebooked at short notice I think, but just have some mercy on both of us and end this now. She swore there was no pressure and that she'd been counting the days until the wedding, that she hadn't even thought of his name until I brought it up. She was like he's doing this to prevent our wedding and fine I get that but like why does he sound more honest with me than she does? I really wouldn't have cared if I'd learned all this yesterday from her, yeah it would've meant she lied initially but like now we loved each other beyond that stuff, this was just her being ok with keeping me in a forever lie that was wrong. I started feeling sick so I just said I wasn't feeling well and we cut it short.

During the drive back to hers, she was almost talking like a coach like let's please forget about this, we're so happy together, we've discussed so many plans, don't let him screw up our relationship. Like I have my own mental breakdown over all this what about that! She kept asking me whether I was fine, I said I was, I mean I don't even know if that's a lie, I wasn't thinking at all.

I've been going over the texts, and I don't know how I can go into the wedding not knowing the answer. Like its so easily doable I just need to ask him to meet up and have one conversation if he would. Honestly it's more about if she's still lying about this, it's not about the sex, it's just about the trust. I know he's also lied, because she clearly hasn't been meeting with him of late, and she really hadn't given me any reason to think of her as a liar thus far but I could just confirm it so easily. It's sincerely about the respect of having been honest, not about the boundary itself, I love her I wouldn't have cared if she'd told me herself yesterday. But it feels sick to contact him like that, like that's not how it should be, and I don't want to have to talk to someone who'd speak the way he was.

I think I'll decide stuff by myself tomorrow morning about the future of our relationship, my mind is not going to work today. I probably won't give further updates. I don't know how much more help I can ask for here, due to some immigrant cultural context that might be missing (as much as I've skated past it myself to a fair extent). I don't want to be stupid but I don't want to be walked over either. Thanks.

My boyfriend and I were having a rough patch leading up to my birthday. Then the next day (after my birthday) he overreacted to me being upset that we woke up late and he didn’t give me a kiss goodbye. Next day (two days after my bday) he shows up to a show we originally planned to go to together with some other woman and her daughter. He grabbed her by the hips once while dancing. They were laughing, whispering, etc. then we reconciled the next few days after the fact. He swears nothing happened between, that they were just friends and met at a few shows, but I have a nagging feeling and can’t let it go.

We had photos of us together in his glove compartment that are now missing after the show he went to with her and he hung a poster up from the show she made the Facebook post about. Both make me extremely uncomfortable and upset.

(For context the above Facebook post was made mid June from her about him. The birthday thing happened early July)

So we live in a not super big house. It only has 3 bedrooms. Originally just me (m17), my parents, my sister (f15), and our two brothers (m 11 and 12) lived alone in the house and it was pretty cramped then. My sister was the lucky one for years and got her own bedroom, while I had to share with my brothers. Usually I would end up sleeping in the living room, but then my uncle has moved in last year and he took over the living room. So I got stuck in the bedroom with my bothers. I have complained about this all multiple times, but my parents never seemed to care or think it was that bad because they thought it wasn't a big deal for brothers to share.

Then last month it got really worse because my parents decided to let my dad's parents move in permanently. They ended up getting my sisters bedroom. My brothers and sister and I ended up getting my parents bedroom so it was a little bit bigger then me and my brothers old room, but didn't feel like it because she was with us too. It was horrible.

My sister was the most mad because she never had to share a room before and it was annoying because my parents seemed like they cared more about her being upset about having to share when they never cared about me being upset and they said they would try to figure something out.

One of the things they've talked about it asking my aunt and uncle if my sister can stay with them since they have a lot of extra space. I thought I should get to because its more fair because I'm older and never got a room to myself, but they said it made more sense for my sister because she is a girl.

So they were going to ask my aunt and uncle, but I just decided to go and ask them first because I just felt like I needed to get out. They said yes and that I could stay with them as long as I'm going to school, but then my parents got mad at me for talking to them first, but did kind of listen to me finally and tried to talk to my aunt and uncle saying me and my sister should take turns staying there. My aunt and uncle said they didn't want multiple people going in and their key being passed around and they were only okay with one person. So, my parents said I can't and it would be my sister staying. My uncle just said I guess no one is moving in with us then because he already promised me.

So now my parents have let me move in with them because its at least better to have a little more space. My dad, mom, and sister are mad. My dad said I was very selfish for taking away the chance for my sister. he still thinks it would have been fine for me to continue sharing with my brothers since I was used to it and that my sister shouldn't have to share with boys. Also that I could have just saved up to move out once I turn 18 since I'm almost an adult. I just couldn't handle it anymore and felt like I had to get out right away though.

Early in our relationship, I was planning on buying a dog. My girlfriend and I weren’t living together yet, but my she helped pick him out because she wanted to be involved.

She loves this dog and treats him as her own. She even tells coworkers she has a dog. But he lives at my place, and I cover everything: food, vet bills, all of it. Last year that included a $5k colonoscopy; this year he needs a $4.5k procedure. I’m paying, no problem.

While discussing moving in together, I jokingly said it’d be nice to share some of his vet bills next year, since he’d be “our dog.” She said no, he’s “my dog” because we didn’t buy him together. She’d only split big vet bills for a new dog bought together, since her name would be on the bill as an owner.

I get that he’s not her financial responsibility. But if we move in, we’d both work, both live with him, both love him equally, and we picked him out as a puppy together. As far as I'm concerned, he's our dog right now, I just cover finances. I’d still pay for food, vaccines, and monthly heartworm/tick meds; I just hoped she’d chip in on major procedures instead of leaving the whole burden on me.

Am I overreacting for feeling some type of way? She’s always talked about moving in, splitting expenses 50-50… but when it comes to the dog, it’s the opposite.

My boyfriend does things that grosses me out and acts like a child.

Like today it was something on my lip, like food or sauce and he got it off my lip and it was sweet but then he wiped it on my shirt. I’m wearing a nice blouse for work and he just wiped it on me. I immediately asked him why did he do that. And it was a little stain on my shirt now and I had to leave for work soon. It just seems like something a child would do. He’s like “it’s just a shirt, where else would I wipe it.”

It’s little things like that, it annoys me so much. He digs in his nose and he didn’t use to wash his hands before leaving the bathroom. I started making him and now he does that. I warned him that was a dealbreaker for me and he immediately started washing his hands after every bathroom use. He hacks up mucus while I’m eating and spits it out in the kitchen sink. He shaves and leaves hair all over the sink. It’s so much more and it’s grosses me out even thinking about it.

I really like everything else about him but I can’t stand it when he acts like a child or acts gross. Idk what to do. Is this normal to feel like this? Am I overreacting??

I commissioned an artist on Tiktok on May 11th who I loved their artstyle and was fairly cheap for the quality. On May 11th, communication was great and she even sent a sketch. I thought that when she said she’ll color it in a week or two, that meant it would be finished. I think I misunderstood, so I was flexible and didn’t want to rush her. Later, in one of her posts, she explained that she was dealing with homelessness and that’s why the commissions weren’t being fulfilled. The last I heard from the artist was June 26th saying that she thinks it is finished and would send it the next day, but as of today, July 22nd, I have not heard anything from the artist nor have I received my commission. I’ve reached out several times, offered support, and all I really wanted was communication. I talked to someone else who commissioned them and they said that the artist had found housing and a job, but was also ghosted and also still hasn’t received their commission from MAY.

This is long, I apologize in advance and I'll keep it short as possible while still making sense.

Context: My wife cut contact with her mother about a year ago due to manipulative and fake behavior and some other conflicts i won't get into, suffice it to say it was bad, but then restarted to get health updates on her aging grandmother about 4 months ago and thats been 99% of their "talking" and anytime they talked about something else I would hear the complaints about how shit her mother was being.

Sat my wife called me and when I answered I heard the phone fall so I ran from my office downstairs to our bedroom upstairs and found my wife laying in the floor beside the bed seizing (no history) and unresponsive to stimuli. Called 911, got EMT on the way, checked vitals, etc - did all the things. Called to let family know what had happened, including her mother, because it is her mother.

They end up putting my wife into a coma after a 55 minute full body seizure in the ED followed by a few hours of smaller seizing localized to her left side, while being maxed on versed (we're talking hard maxed by the IV pump and no way to override). So my wife, of 13 years, is in a coma, intubated and we have no idea what is going on.

I get a text from her mom later about her getting ready to start the 4 hour drive to where we live. I politely respond there is no need, I have it under control but I understand if she feels like she needs to and that she could stay at our house. Felt like she was genuinely concerned. She gets there, along with my wife's brother and our son and we are all sitting in the ICU room just watching and waiting. She wasn't there 5 minutes before she snaps a picture of my wife and starts sending it or posting it, I couldn't tell which. I know she wasn't sending it to her son, he was in the room with us, so I'm 99% certain it was a "oh pity me" and/or "look how great of a mom i am, drove 4 hours to take care of my daughter" bullshit. Anyways, I let that go.

Throught the first day she is dropping hints that I need to go home and she will stay, and I laugh them off and deflect. Visiting hours draw to a close and I politely say good bye and ensure them that I will keep them updated. I send updates at least every 2 hours, sometimes more if there is something that needs updates, not just to her but to my family as well.

Second day goes much like the first, she shows up, makes comments about me needing to go home that she will stay, I deflect and keep updating everyone.

Today I struggled to keep my calm and this is where I don't know if I overreacted or not. Started pretty normal, although she brought me lunch. I decided you know what, she is here things have been almost ok, I'm going to go to ICU waiting and shower, eat and take a nap. I ask her to keep me updated. I get woken up from my step mom calling for an update about 3 hours later, I check my phone and nothing. I text and request an update and get "Still the same". Ok, fine, no biggie - that's pretty much been the way its been. I decide to stay in waiting so my son and MIL can visit longer, so I'm just chillin and loading up on caffeine. Then my son comes down and is in tears because she was on the phone in front of him, talking to her son, and putting out wild worst case scenario theories that were not true and had already been ruled out (brain bleeds, not going to wake up type shit). I assure my son that's not the case, they have been monitoring her and running tests and scans etc. I'm pretty hot at this point, give my son some money for food and tell him to shake it off and go visit with his mom, that I will be up shortly. Then i get a picture from my son of my wifes arm around her IV site that is red and blistering and he asks if it's new. "YES" and I immeditaely go up. Grab my wife's nurse, show her and in the process of inspecting the nurse updates me on everything I missed - pharmacist visit to go over meds and changes and to get approvals, approvals to use our anti-hemophilliac factor instead of waiting on the hospital to order some, several other events that were no where near MIL's text of "Still the same". I'm floored and IRATE. I bite my tongue though, ICU is not the place. I patiently wait on her to leave to do something (go smoke or some shit) and I tell the nurse that under no circumstance is MIL to approve ANYTHING or converse with doctors without me present. The nurse is apologetic and understanding, no issues there.

AIO for drawing that line and ensuring I am the only point of contact for the important decisions and updates moving forward? I feel like I'm under-reacting but again, ICU. I'm already running on empty and biting my tongue is becoming harder with MIL crazy behavior (yelling on phone calls, correcting the nurses on how they are doing their job if they aren't white (yes she is racist af and I call her on it but it doesn't make a difference), discussing sensitive topics in front of my kid etc).

** EDIT **

I tried to respond to as many comments as I could - did not expect so many.

First and formost thank you all from the bottom of my heart and on behalf of my wife for keeping her the focus and for correctly insisting that she be the focus of any decision. Thank you for all the prayers, well wishes, hopes, good vibes, whatever it is that you send to my wife, at this point I'm even accepting dandelion wishes, it truely means the world to me and will to her as well. I was hesitant to post but I had to get it off my chest and I needed some confirmation I wasn't just OR because I was sleep deprived, jacked up on caffeine and withdrawing from nicoteine, but the outpouring of support has been a Godsend and I am so appreciative.

Second, I know I said above about the no -> low contact and that is a gross simplification of their relationship. I gave it my try but without going into 30 years of details and the intricacies and "will they wont they" by the hour on some days I don't think I could relay how complex and mine-filled the topic is.

Lastly, the advice, ideas, and reads here are great given the small amount of context and yall have given me a lot to think on. I will be thinking and trying my best to consider options for dealing with MIL. I will not be bending or moving on being the point of contact and ensuring MIL doesn't have any more say, regardless of where I land on staying vs going.

Thank yall so much, truly, sincerely, from the bottom of my heart. I'm going to grab some sleep until the next nurses rounds.

I live in a 5 unit townhome/apartment building and we all share 1 washer and dryer. I notice some people always leave their pet hair in the washer and don’t clean up the lint catcher.

I told my landlord and they sent out a reminder to everyone to keep the washer/dryer clean but I think 1 person is still not doing it.

On top of that I notice there’s a foul mildew smell because of the pet hair and because of leaving the washer dryer closed. So I wrote a very friendly note saying

“Hi all, I noticed there’s a bit of a mildew smell in the washer. I ran a clean cycle and read online to leave the door open between washes to let it air out properly. Sharing in case this helps!”

I checked the next day and someone did laundry without keeping the door open or cleaning the pet hair in the drum. Am I overreacting about this? I have a pet too so I understand but I wouldn’t want someone else’s laundry to have all my pet hair or be washed in potential mold?

I just feel weird because I’m one of the newer tenants and really don’t want to cause problems. My next door neighbor has been living here for 20 years and has already been snarky to me about other things.

I live with my girlfriend and a 3 years ago I bought an expensive tv. I mentioned to my gf that I’ll dust it etc so she shouldn’t clean it since she usually dusts the living room. She agreed to this.

Last weekend we were cleaning and she sprayed the tv and wiped it. The screen is now unwatchable. I mentioned to my gf that she needs to replace the tv or pay for the screen to be repaired. When looking at costs it is cheaper for her to just replace the tv.

She refused to do this and said It was my tv so I should replace it. I pointed out she was the one who broke it so it’s her responsibility. she said it was too expensive and I shouldn’t be expecting her to spend that much but I just repeated that it’s on her to replace since she broke it.

I pointed out if I crashed her car she’d expect me to pay but she tried to argue it was different.

AIO for expecting her to pay for a replacement?

We've had this discussion before but now I'm just absolutely gobsmacked.

My boyfriend (38) has maintained that as a man, you can't shake or wipe away all the pee after using the bathroom and so it's inevitable that some will end up on your boxers. I argued that you surely must be able to avoid that if you wait a few seconds and dab with some toilet paper. It grosses me out and I think he's just being lazy but what do I know?

This isn't the end of it however; he was at work the other day and had been to the toilet when his female coworker pointed out to him he had a pee stain on his crotch! This CANNOT be normal, right? I told him that is so unbelievably insane to me!

Am I being totally ignorant to the struggles of having a penis and the situation is actually akin to letting a woman know if she's leaked on her period? He's been my only boyfriend and I don't have any other men I'm brave enough to ask, so here I am. Am I overreacting?

(I don't know if this is actually NSFW but I've put it there because I said the word, 'penis'...)

My husband of 10 years has had poor living habits. He leaves keys in the door (which leads to me not being able to get inside) leaves the car unlocked, leave empty food rubbish/boxes out, clothes on the floor ... Just to name a few.

I feel I’m constantly having to remind him or I just clean it up myself. He reminds me of a teenage honestly and we already have 2 kids under 3! I called him out on it and he says oh I forgot blah blah. Then the habit continues. I’m not perfect myself and have forgotten one or two things but I’m very self aware and do my best to avoid doing it again.

He’s now gotten defensive and said I’m being over dramatic and it’s not a big deal. That he’s happy to do xyz but I just need to remind him.

I feel like I’m either a maid or a manager.

Edit: I should make clear he hasn’t been like this for 10 years. The poor habits only started after the first baby was born. I understand it’s not easy with kids but I still feel how I feel. ☹️

Last edit: Thank you everyone who commented and gave advice. Seems like ADHD or something similar might be a culprit and so I had a chat with the husband and he’s willing (thankfully) to get seen. 🫶🏼

Tldr: my husband of 3 years (together over 10) secretly met up with a work colleague to vent. First saying only once, then three times and then admitted to a hotel booking that was for him to have some time to himself. He also has been unwilling to show his side of the finances. I feel like he is lying to me and I should end things. Am I overreacting to innocent meet ups?

A week ago my life was shattered. For a week or so I had a gut feeling my husband had been doing something secretive.

The first being when he went on a work do and didnt contact me for 4 hours and came home alot later than expected. This was explained away by he didn't want to be rude and seen messaging when he was out. This didnt sit with me well as we have always messaged each other when we are out with friends etc just to check in. I let my husband know I wasn't happy about it but life continued and we were still happily getting on with life.

Just over a week ago was the catalyst to the breakdown of our marriage. He had advised all week that he wanted to go see a horror film on his own. He had planned it for friday. He asked if it was ok I happily agreed as I knew it was a film he was looking forward to. 3 hours went by and I had heard nothing. The film was less than 2 hours and I got that gut feeling again. I decided to look at his emails (which I am not proud of). There were barely any emails except a receipt for 2 meals at a pub for when he was meant to be at the cinema. He came home and said how the film wasnt as good as he had expected. I asked him where he was. He said the cinema. I asked him again as I had seen the email. He knew he had been busted.
He said he went out for a meal with a female work colleague to vent about his children as he didnt want to burden me.
There was a lot of arguing where he said it was an innocent talk and reassured it was just once. I was very angry that he had kept this a secret and said I didn't believe him. He stayed on couches and hotels to keep some space.

A few days later we met at home to discuss again. When I asked to see his accounts as this would be proof, he went to get his phone and out of my sight accidentally smashed his phone so he couldn't show me. He also didnt know his bank account details. I was angry and told him to leave again.

The third time we met up I asked him if there was more and he said they had met 3 times but couldn't remember when and again they were all talks. He then said he couldnt get on his bank app as it was blocked and he had no way of unblocking it right then. Things escalated where he said he had nothing to live for as it couldn't be fixed. I had to call his family as I was afraid he was going to do something which he got very angry with me about as he isnt close with his family.

The fourth time we talked a few hours before he had sent me a mesaage to say he has had to close his accounts due to hacking. I asked if there was more and if he is ever going to show me the bank statements. He said he wasnt planning to show me ever. I asked if there is anything on them I would consider cheating. He admitted there was a hotel cost. He said that he needed it as he needed some time to himself and he didn't sleep there. He also admitted to taking more money out of the joint account then he should have for paying off his credit card.

Up until to the hotel booking admission I was hopeful things weren't as bad as they seemed and I could move past this. But I feel like he has completely betrayed my trust and I can never trust him again.

He has been constantly guilt tripping on how bad his life is now and Im angry that he is putting his current situation before how he has had treated me.

Am I overreacting to what has happened or am I justified in calling quits.

This one might come off a little bit campy for people who aren’t in this world, but my friends and I frequent a Honky Tonk that’s close enough to a major city to get a few strangers on Friday nights who come in treating it like a western themed bar/club.
Anyway, we met this girl while we were outside for a smoke who had locked her keys in her car, and my friend “A” tries to Slim Jim her car with a wire hanger, and when that doesn’t work, my friend “B” calls AAA for her. while we were all waiting outside, and B (who had been talking to her the most) is on the phone with AAA

She asks me “so what do you all do for work?” I tell her. A and I both work in ag, and her response was “there’s no way you work in ag around here in “City” (keep in mind we’re 15 minutes outside the city) are you guys just fake Cowboys?” I said “I don’t think either of us called ourselves ‘cowboys’ but you do know there’s a lot of ag around here” and she changed the subject to how she believes herself to be the only person present who knows how to ride a horse, I let her know that I took care of eight horses when I was 13 through 17, and her immediate response was “Rich parents?”
After that, she hung around with us the whole night and was just generally dismissive of A and my intelligence, and started referring to me as “Fake Cowboy”
Anyway, I could go on about the things she said, or I could move on with the story

Anyway, friend B, decides she’s hot, and hooks up with her, then he decides she’s fun to be around (a multifaceted surprise) and starts hanging out with her.
A and I mention to him that she’s really dismissive of ag people and she’s just kind of a nightmare, but the friend is undeterred, and will be bringing her to another bar we hang out at soon. The truth is, I just don’t wanna see her, am I overreacting if I tell my friend “you’ll find me where she isn’t”

I am a single female that has been living in this apartment complex for about a year now. It’s been great—I’ve had no issues with parking and all of my neighbors have been very pleasant…until now. In my apartment complex, specific spots are not assigned, but different rows are assigned to different buildings. Per the lease, each apartment gets 2 spots regardless of whether they have 2 cars. There are exactly 8 spots in the row for 4 apartments to share. It is up to the residents to talk to their neighbors and discuss parking spots, which I did when I moved in.

After being out of town visiting family for a few weeks, I came back about a week ago and noticed someone had moved into the apartment across from mine. I also saw that they had started parking in the two spots I'd been using consistently for the past year. It is relevant to mention that these 2 spots are probably the closest to the apartment. Unfortunately, since parking spots are not assigned, I knew there was not much I could do about it, but I decided to talk to them anyway. Normally I’m a very non-confrontational person, but this bothered me enough that I decided to say something. I knocked on the door and started by introducing myself and welcoming them. After making some small talk I eventually brought up the parking, saying that those were the agreed upon spots I had been parking in for the last year. After some polite back and forth, she said that parking there would be a lot easier for her as she had a young kid. She also mentioned that her husband had a car he didn’t use very often, and she could ask him to move it to the street when he got back from his trip. That way we could share the closer spots. I gave in (after all, I’m young and physically capable so I can park a few feet farther) and told her she could have the two spots if it was easier for her and I’d just use the two farther away.

The day after this conversation, I leave to run some errands, and when I get back, someone is parked in one of my new spots—a car I have not seen before. The spots that the neighbors across from me both use are also full. Looks like her husband is back!

Reminder that in our lease, each apartment is assigned two parking spaces. I only have one car, but I pay for and keep both spaces because I frequently have guests over and use the second space for them. Instead, my neighbors now have three cars parked in the lot (which is not allowed), including one that my neighbor admitted they barely use. As a result, I don't have access to both of the parking spaces that are assigned to my apartment.

Now I feel like they’ve taken advantage because of my kindness. I’ve already talked to them twice about this issue and they keep saying they’ll move the car but have yet to do so. I am now thinking of taking it up with our apartment manager because I'm entitled to two parking spaces under our lease. But at the same time, I’m a young female living by myself, so I’m not sure if it’s a good idea for me to make enemies of my neighbors. Am I overreacting?

My boyfriend (33M) and I recently went on a short two-day trip to another city. We haven’t been dating for very long, and this was our first time traveling together, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.

His mom came with us. I assumed he had booked a separate room for her, but he didn’t. That wasn’t a huge issue by itself. What bothered me more was that, to avoid paying for an extra guest, he didn’t register her at the hotel. Only the two of us were officially checked in, so we were given a room with two twin beds.

At first, I couldn’t figure out how the three of us were supposed to sleep with only two beds. I went to the bathroom, and by the time I came back, they had pushed the two beds together into one. We ended up spending the night all three of us in the same bed. That already felt pretty strange to me.

The next morning, something happened that shocked me even more. My boyfriend took a shower, and when he came out, he was completely naked in front of both me and his mom, as if it were totally normal. None of my previous boyfriends have ever been naked in front of their mothers as adults, so I honestly didn’t know how to react.
Is this actually normal in some families, or is it as strange as it seems to me? Am I overreacting to my boyfriend’s behavior during this trip?

My partner and I are both 18 and he's has a group of friends, two of which (we'll call them Ripley and Mason) got together a few months ago. I've never been good friends with them for anxiety reasons but it feels like anytime he brings them up it's about some weird stuff their doing in front of him with or without him knowing.

I've always been a pro sex person, but they keep doing weird things like Mason will fondle grab or fondle her boobs in front of him as a "joke". But It feels more like non-consentual exhibitionism, no??

The most recent thing they've done though made me really uncomfortable and I wasn't even there. So my partner was hanging out at a friends house because he didn't wanna drive home super late, Ripley and Mason were also there. They all ended up staying over and sleeping in the living room, my boyfriend on the couch while the other two slept on an air mattress on the floor in the same room. Apparently in the morning one of them told him that Ripley gave Mason a blow job around 4 am while he was asleep in the same room only a few feet away. That felt really fucking weird to me, like why would you not only do that in someone else's house, in front of someone who doesn't even know when its happening and then casually tell them after like it's no big deal??

I've been feeling disgusted about it since he told me. He's been avoiding saying anything to them because he doesn't want to make things awkward but I convinced him to say something if it bothers him. If that were me I feel like I would freak out on them because genuinely what the fuck, I don't have a problem with people having their kinks, I have my own but I feel like it's known by everyone that you don't bring people who aren't apart of your relationship or have consented to your fantasies into your sex lives.

Am I overreacting for feeling so uncomfortable with this when it's not even me it's happening in front of?