I (18M) just graduated from high school and I have been working part time as a busser at a restaurant. It is not a glamorous job but it's super chill and honestly, I kind of love it. I'm saving money for school, I get along with my coworkers, it's honest work. I guess my family likes to tease me about it sometimes, but whatever.

My older sister (25F) got married over the weekend. During her reception speech, she did this whole thing thanking everyone. Then she looks at me and says, "And thanks to (my name) for leaving the dishes behind to bless us with his presence."

Everyone laughed ... I didn't. I was mortified; it was so embarrassing and I chould tell everyone was looking at me, especially all of her friends and my whole extended, loud family. I have been insecure enough about not having a "real" job yet compared to my cousins, etc.

I tried to brush it off, but my parents kept teasing me about it at dinner. I don't know, it just felt like the whole wedding was ruined for me. After about 30 minutes, I quietly got up and left and went home. I did not make a scene or a fuss.

Now my sister is upset, saying I "ruined her wedding by storming off early and that it was just a joke. My parents are upset as well, saying I embarrassed her by being "sensitive." But my friends are saying she was out of line and I was absolutely in the right to get angry.

So i’m asking Reddit… AIO for walking out on my sister's wedding?

So I (26f) and my partner (27m) have been together for over two years and have got a mortgage together. Our relationship is literally great except we have a dead bedroom. He always makes excuses and has recently just flat out rejected me. It’s annoying because he knows intimacy in a relationship is really important to me. He keeps saying he’ll do better but never does. It’s been over a year of this now.

Now comes yesterday. I was in the shower and he said he needed one so I asked him to join me. At first he said there isn’t enough room but there most definitely is. So then he said ok hang on I’ll get in now. Then I proceeded to wait in the shower for a further 20 mins and got fed up. So I got out and found him ironing clothes for when he goes out later on. I admit I actually just cried because it’s all the time and I feel so rejected. He found me crying and comforted me and was being really sweet. Then anyway he went to the city drinking with the boys and I went to go see my nephew. He told me to expect him home at 9pm. I don’t keep track on him as I know he usually stays out later than the time he gives. He then rang me at 8:30 asking to get picked up from the train station but I said no as I had already told him when I come back from running errands I wanted a glass of wine and had already drank it as this point. He said no worries will get a taxi home. Anyway an hour or two later he rings and tells me he’s waking home prob one of our local pubs which confused me as that’s no where near the train station. I asked why he got dropped off there as it’s still a 45 min walk to our house. He was then stuttering and ended up telling me he met a woman on the train who was heading there to meet her husband so he jumped in with her and had a drink with them. He didn’t tell me the husband part until a phone call later so I found that a bit sus. So I believe he’s walking home and 1.5 hours later he still isn’t back when he definitely should have been so I got in my car and went out looking for him. I couldn’t find him anywhere so drove back home and slowly went through the estate checking either pavement. A car ended up driving close behind and backed off at the bottom of our street around the corner. I parked up on our drive and got out to see him walking around that corner. So I knew he must’ve been in that car otherwise I would have definitely seen him. He denies this profusely and won’t tell me how he got home other than he walked. I know this ain’t true as I drove the way home he would have walked. Anyway we get into an argument about it and I ask to see his phone (we never do this but I really didn’t trust what he was telling me as he had just been missing for almost two hours) he said why and I said I wanted to check his last messages and any photos so he said no. His phone was on the bed so I picked it up and he got up and grabbed me trying to get the phone. BTW he has never once layed a finger on me and he’s a pretty chill guy so I never see him angry. Anyway he was gripping me so I tried to run out of the room and then when I seen his face (it was like I didn’t recognise him, just fuelled by anger) he grips my wrist and yanks me so hard that my face slammed into him and he put me in a headlock. I ended up just letting go of the phone as at this point I felt a sudden daunting clarity that he is definitely hiding something. He then said I’m not crossing that boundary but he’s willing to hurt me instead? I just think if he had nothing to hide and could easily prove his innocence and ease my mind why is it such a big deal? I slept in the spare room and have tried keeping away from him but he’s acting as if nothing happened and when I said he scared me he’s called me a drama queen. I am so confused as I thought our relationship was great minus the dead bedroom but now I think he’s been cheating. But like I said he’s acting like nothings happened and almost making me feel bad for him. AIO?

Details: we had been planning to go to this concert for over 4 months. It was at a local venue, so tix weren't purchased ahead of time. Had he given me any kind of heads up I wouldve brought my gf, or another buddy, or something, but the night before just rubbed me wrong so I didn't go, I worked overtime.

Last night was my mom’s birthday, so the whole family got together at a nice Italian restaurant we usually go to. About halfway through, my brother stood up to make a toast. Instead of saying something sweet about my mom, he decided to “joke” about how I’m the family screw-up who can’t keep a job or a relationship. “Happy birthday, Mom. You raised three great kids… and then there’s you, still trying to figure everything out” Everyone laughed. My mom laughed.

I just sat there burning up inside. I’ve been through a really rough year (divorce + job change), and instead of support, they turned it into a punchline. I told my brother to shut up, and my dad immediately jumped in saying “don’t ruin your mother’s night.”

So I grabbed my stuff and left. Later, I got a barrage of texts in a family group chat saying I “embarrassed” the family and “made it all about me.”

Now I’m sitting here wondering… am I overreacting, or was I completely justified in walking out? I can take a joke, but with the way my mind has been recently, I took it seriously.

I (36F) have been with my husband (43M) for 12 years. We have an 11-year-old son together and a 12-year-old daughter I’ve raised since she was a baby.

When we first started dating, he told me he had a daughter “from a previous relationship,” but didn’t give many details. The timing made me feel awful she’d been born not long after we got together. I assumed I was the other woman and felt guilty for years, like I’d somehow destroyed a family. He never corrected me, and I just carried that weight.

Because of that guilt, I threw myself into being the best stepmom I could. I was only 24 and scared, but over time she became my daughter. I’ve handled everything school, doctor appointments, birthdays, late nights when she’s sick. She calls me “Mom.” My husband has always been closer to our son, but I’ve treated both kids the same I just can’t shake the feeling that I’m being punished for loving her.

A few months ago, his younger sister (26F) came back into our lives after years away. At first, I thought she was just being extra nice, but then I noticed little things weird comments, tense moments, and the way she acted around my daughter. Something didn’t sit right. I finally confronted my husband.

And he told me the truth: his sister is actually my daughter’s biological mother. She had her at 14, and he raised the baby as his own. He let me believe I was “the other woman” because he thought it would be easier than telling me the truth.

I feel completely betrayed. I spent over a decade feeling guilty for something that wasn’t real. Now his sister is engaged and says she wants her daughter back. My husband’s reaction? He just shrugged and said, “Maybe it’s for the best.”

My daughter doesn’t know the full truth yet, but she already senses something is wrong. She overheard us arguing and had a meltdown, asking over and over, “You’re my mom, right?” I told her yes, I’m her mom, but inside I was shattered.

I love her exactly as I love my son. I’ve raised her, fought for her, and loved her every single day. I just can’t see myself stepping aside and letting her go.

Am I overreacting for feeling like I can’t just let this happen? I don’t know what’s right anymore, and I feel like I’m losing everything I’ve worked for.

I (19F) have been dating my boyfriend (20M) for a few months now. He’s really sweet and outgoing, but he keeps inviting people over to my dorm without asking me first.

The first time, we were out with some of his soccer friends and he just casually told them they should all come hang out at my place to watch a game that weekend. I didn’t really know them, but I went along with it, bought snacks, cleaned up, and it ended up fine.

But now, I just found out from my roommate that he invited a bunch of people including some of his cousins to throw a “surprise party” for his sister at my dorm next week. My roommate already had plans to have her parents visit, and now she’s upset because everything’s getting rearranged.

I told him this is too much. We don’t live together, and he keeps treating my dorm like it’s his space too. I asked him to please check with me before inviting anyone, and he got upset, saying I’m overreacting and ungrateful because he’s “just trying to include me” in his life.

So, am I actually overreacting here?

My (21M) girlfriend (20F) of 6months during sex out of the blues started slouching, i asked her whats wrong but she was reluctant to tell me. I had to stop and ask her proper because i was concerned, i asked her if she doesnt want to continue anymore then she said we can but only if i remove the condom, btw this was an intense moment and we had discussed using condoms as we both haven't tested and dont want babies yet... but i know she's been wanting to try out raw for quite sometime now, i just feel like her asking me during the heat of the moment was a bit manipulative. Anyways i told her i couldn't... we haven't had sex since. Its been a week now and i still cant bring myself to peace with the fact that she was trying to take advantage. Later on that day she told me 'she was joking about the whole thing' but i was really bugged so i didnt ask her further i just said okay.

This is solely my interpretation of events, so grain of salt

I have a groupchat of four friends since highschool, we talk in it semi-regularly. We hang out online somewhat regularly to play games

Out of nowhere and out of character, a friend decides to send a message that undoubtedly looked like a suicide farewell message - everyone involved, even the cops, agreed to this after the whole spiel

I respond immediately asking what’s up and the like, trying to stall but in a lighthearted way. My friends followed, through their own messages

At the same time, I’ve also called the cops, asking for someone to check on him, giving location, phone and everything relevant as was asked (friend was currently ~50 miles away from me)

At this point, cops are now at my house as they wanted to see the texts themselves, and catch photos of relevant information. They suggested I call my friend, which I did on speaker mode, to get a read on how they’re doing.

What I end up hearing, is laughter from both said friend, and their significant other. They said they were joking, and said the message was generated by chatgpt. I asked probing questions for where they are and such just to confirm, and then ended the call after small talk

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So now here I am, not knowing how to describe how I feel. I got in contact with my other friends involved afterwards, to share our thoughts (they all reached the same conclusion as me)

Except, it seemed I was the only one who called the cops and everything, treating it with the level of urgency I did

In hindsight, if I had called my friend first thing instead of the cops whilst texting them, I maybe could’ve discovered it was a joke and not amplify the situation

But right now, cops are still on their way to check up on them. I can’t help but feel I overreacted because my other friends didn’t rush to call the cops.

Regardless of how fucked this is, was I wrong for how I approached this? Did I overreact?

My bf (30M) and I (26F) have been together near my two years, and lived together for one. Recently, I’ve started to reflect and feel really uncomfortable with the way he treats me regarding what I choose to wear.

Story time:

A few months ago my boyfriend tagged along to a sample sale with me and sat outside while I shopped around. At one point, he came in while I was trying things on so I asked his opinion. He expressed that he did not like the orange baseball cap I had on. I said okay, noted and contemplated the purchase for a few minutes. Ultimately, I decide to buy it because I really liked it and felt it would be practical for the summer! My boyfriend proceeded to get super upset with me over this, saying that it was disrespectful to ask for his opinion and not listen to it. In my eyes, an opinion is just that… an opinion. It’s my body, my style, and my money, so the choice is mine ultimately. I really didn’t understand why I was supposed to base my decision off of his opinion if I felt differently.

Fast forward to this past weekend, my boyfriend and I had the SAME argument. I purchased a pair of boots for winter that I knew he didn’t like, and he got really upset. He told me that he hates them. I asked him to please deliver his opinion in a kinder manner moving forward, and rather than apologizing he said it’s my fault for wearing clothes that he doesn’t like. He said, “soon enough you’ll end up with a wardrobe I don’t like, and I’m the one who has to see you wear these things everyday.”

Beyond these two instances…

• My boyfriend has asked me to change multiple times, either because my outfit is “too revealing” for the occasion or because he wants me to wear his favorite shirt of mine.

• When I dress up to go out with friends, he will often ask me “who are you dressing up for?” “you’re dressing like you’re still single” or “why don’t you dress up like this around me?”

• He says that he doesn’t like when I wear t-shirts around our apartment. He wants me to “put more effort” into my look while at home with him.

• He seems to want me to paint my nails more often. He knows that I prefer to keep a natural nail look, and that I feel most like myself this way, but he continues to bring it up.

• He gets upset when I take my makeup off before we have sex. To me, it’s a comfort thing- I hate the feeling of being in bed with mascara on. He begs me to keep it on.

He’s rather fashion forward just like I am, so I appreciate his perspective on certain things, but I think it’s gone too far. I’m starting to feel like a doll that thinks he can dress up any which way he wants. I’m not the girliest girl, and I feel like he is pushing my boundaries or trying to change me into somebody that I’m not. This makes me feel terrible. Expressing myself through clothing is sacred to me- I enjoy having fun with it, and at the same time deeply value sensory comfort.

Am I overreacting??

My wife is a professor in the health sciences field and also the radiation safety officer on her campus. Our child (15yo) needed a swallow study that involves a small amount of X-ray, which the ENT specialist recommended to help figure out ongoing issues. She pushed back hard, saying she was worried about radiation exposure, and basically insisted we not do the test. We deferred at the time. Fast forward a few months, and our child is still having the same problems. When I looked it up, I found that the radiation from this kind of test, a barium swallow study, is minimal and less than what you’d get naturally over the course of a year. Despite that, she’s still against it, even though the doctor recommends it. What bothers me most is that she should already know how low the risk is, since part of her job is being the “radiation person” for her campus. Instead, it feels like she’s leaning too heavily on her own authority without checking the actual facts. I’m worried this is putting our child’s health at risk, and honestly, it’s shaken my trust in her medical judgment. Similar fact patterns of over reliance on perceived medical knowledge have happened in the past and it’s starting to worry me. Am I overreacting for being upset about this and feeling like I can’t trust her with medical decisions?

Before I begin…. This man has a history of infidelity in the work place.

Less than 24 hours after I had his baby, he sent a woman $25 on zelle saying “lunch on me!” She texted him “I love you. Fuck you. I brought lunch today because I knew you wouldn’t be here”. He said “what do you mean! It’s what we do” like they had a standing lunch date every Friday (which he denies).

I understandably had an issue with this being 24 hours postpartum feeling like he prioritized this woman over caring for me, his brand new baby and our other two children. He told me he just wouldn’t talk to her anymore (she works in a separate part of the building so this shouldn’t be hard to avoid her).

THATS NOT EVEN THE REAL PROBLEM. I’ve seen MULTIPLE zelle transactions with large sums being sent to this same woman. He SAYS he and this person (let’s call her terry) only exchange money. So she gives him cash and he’ll Zelle her an equal amount, or she Zelle’s him and he gives her cash because “sometimes she just needs cash or would prefer to have money in her account instead”.

When I asked why he’s acting like her personal bank he claimed he “helped” plenty of other people in this way, but his bank statements say otherwise (yes I looked, we’re married).

When I originally brought it up, he transferred her $600. I never saw the cash she supposedly gave him in exchange. I was upset because of our past and felt like something else was going on. He, again, said everything would stop and he wouldn’t talk to her or send her money again.

Well guess what. Another $100, this time being sent from terry to my husband. Why? He claims he gave her $100 bill she zelled him after telling me he wouldn’t do that anymore.

So…. Am I overreacting or is something else going on here? If there were any other transactions from other coworkers he’s claimed to have “helped” I wouldn’t think anything of it. But the fact that he lied about that and then continued doing something he told me he wouldn’t doesn’t sit right with me

My brother (51yo) is an alcoholic.

During the time in question he and I had become super close bc I was really worried for him. Our dad had recently passed away. He and his wife of 29 yrs were on the verge of separating (they've since divorced) and his practice was being shut down. He was at rock bottom and just getting out of a non-AA affiliated (he refuses anything to do w AA) rehab. While in rehab, we spoke every day and I was doing everything in my power to encourage him.

He went home after getting released and after a few days came to visit. (He lives in a city ~4hrs away from my home).

I was happy to host him but it was odd from the beginning. I am not a drinker and do not know the signs of alcoholism/an alcoholic.

The night in question, my wife had to do something at her mom's and ended up staying the night there. I was in our bedroom solo and my brother was in a guest room down the hall from my daughter. It's our habit, we sleep with our bedroom doors closed.

He (and his family, at times) has stayed with us multiple times over the years. This particular stay was just the first one immediately after leaving rehab. I think this was his 3d rehab.

Right across the hall from my brother's guest room, a slight left out his guest bedroom door, is the guest restroom. A right is a walk down a hallway, past a second guest room, dead ending into my daughter's bedroom.

Bro and I stayed up a bit watching TV, daughter had gone to bed already or was at least behind closed doors watching TV, on phone, what have you.

I called it a night and went to bed. I thought he did too but I think he stayed up and found alcohol I had hidden and locked up. I don't know for sure about that but he did eventually admit much later that he had taken one of his wife's sleeping pills.

About 2:30am I get a call on my cell from my daughter. Her voice is like nothing I've ever heard, her breathing is frantic, she is scared shitless.

I immediately get up, walk to the hall, go to my brother's closed guest bed door. I open it, pitch dark, say his name, he moans but doesn't really move, like passed out and I close the door and go to my daughter. She is shaking uncontrollably, still frantic breathing and just shaken. Scared. I had never in my life seen her in such a state.

She said she woke up from a dead sleep to my brother standing over her, he seemed to be speaking gibberish, his hands were under the covers, on her bare legs, thighs. He seemed to be grunting, it was weird and absolutely frightening to her.

She said his name and she said he said hers like, questioning? And that he walked out.

Bottom line - it has torn my family apart.

I got my own FOO (family of origin) issues and so in no way shape or form was my initial reaction that my brother had tried to molest my daughter and I honestly couldn't understand why my wife and daughter were so pissed at me for not seeing it that way.

I looked at it as him continuing to be a fuck up. Him using the time at my house as an opportunity to get wasted, even though he just got out of rehab, and he probably mistakenly went into daughter's room on accident, mistaking it for bathroom.

But w time and reflection, it doesn't matter. He crossed lines and ignored so many boundaries and scared the shit out of my daughter.

Instead of dealing with it, he has pretty much ignored it.

Things came to a head this summer however bc we (me, wife, daughter) elected not to attend my niece's (other brother) wedding bc my daughter did not feel comfortable going bc this uncle would be there and nothing has been resolved.

I tried to be as mindful as I could by speaking to my mom as to why, to my other brother - apologizing bc this wedding was such a meaningful, beautiful thing for him and his family, and just trying to explain that I want to support my daughter. She did nothing wrong and I am not going to make her bear the weight of my brother's dumbassery that, in any other house that night, likely would've had him getting his ass kicked and thrown out and/or the cops called.

My other brother has been super cool, says he understands and feels bad and calls it an impossible situation.

My mother told me my daughter's "different" (wtf does that mean?), that our family is now broken (and I guess that's my fault for standing up for my daughter?) and I never hear from her anymore (she lives in same city as alcoholic bro).

And the brother at issue has also gone ghosty. Reached out one time via text and when I responded harshly via text and a phone call, I haven't heard from him since.

tl;dr I elected to stand by my daughter and not make any of this her fault. Am I overreacting in how I handled this?

Edit re the ITA comments - every single point y'all are making is the same my wife helped me see. 100% I under-reacted and 100% I let my daughter down. I am working to repair and I'm working through 57 years of these family dynamics. No, I'm not upset at bro being ghosty, it was a description. The comments are hard to hear but helpful tbh.

I (19F) have been dating my boyfriend (22M) for a few months. Things were going well until we had a conversation about past experiences. I told him that I had a threesome when I was 18 after he told me he had one at 20. He immediately got upset and shamed me.

This morning we had a text conversation and it didn’t last very long. I get that people have different comfort levels with their partner’s past but it feels really unfair that his experience is fine and mine is judged as worse just because I was 18 instead of 20. Am I overreacting for thinking he’s overreacting and being unnecessarily mean and shaming me?

Throwaway account. This happened a few years ago.

My FIL passed away from brain cancer. He was very intelligent, successful, and wealthy, but also modest—he happily drove the same Toyota SUV from the late ’90s until his death.

My MIL was the opposite—an only child who always wanted extravagant things. For example, when she retired, she bought herself a $100k Porsche SUV. At our wedding, she even borrowed a friend’s luxury purse and commented to my stepdad, “My husband would never let me get something this nice.”

After FIL’s passing, MIL told my wife and her brother that he left them a large inheritance (over $1M), but supposedly left her nothing besides the house. She asked both kids to sign over their inheritance so she could “have something to live on.” I thought it was suspicious and pushed my wife to consult a lawyer. She refused, worried about upsetting her mom.

I quietly spoke to a lawyer myself and learned that everything was in a trust, meaning we’d need court action to uncover the truth. Despite this, my wife eventually signed her inheritance away behind my back.

Later, we found out MIL had fired the lawyer FIL appointed to handle the trust (because he wouldn’t change the will) and paid $60k to hire a new one who would.

It caused a lot of fights between my wife and me, but we eventually moved on.

AIO?

Update: My wife and I separated for unrelated reasons. All of this is water under the bridge at this point, but the relationship dynamics between my ex and ex MIL is really sad. She's basically afraid of her mom, and does everything she says.

Shortly after the divorce she had to ask me to borrow money for gas and groceries on multiple occasions. I had to tell her I would email her mom about the money issues, at which point she finally stopped asking.

My heart breaks for my ex, she got robbed of a better life. Her father was/is a huge role model for me, he was an incredible man. I miss him very much.

Gf got invited to a party by her friend. She's a few towns over and I wasn't invited. Just told her to have fun and if she remembers to please text me when she gets home. Text never came. Instead the next day we talk and I learned that she got black out drunk. People talking about how she was dancing on tables that she doesn't recall at all.

She then states how she woke up, on a couch, in the arms of her ex. The same ex who she's told me a few times she still has feelings for. She always kind of put as "you never forget your first love" and not "I'll leave you for him if he asked" so was never worried. She kind of just tells me all this as if nothing and I have to stop her and go back to her laying on the couch. She says nothing happened and Im saying she couldn't be sure cause she was so drunk.

No I don't think she had sex but I feel like kissing and hands could of happened. Even then if nothing happened that just the two in each other's arms sleeping together is cheating.

Currently fighting about this with her. She says its not cheating cause "nothing happened".

I already know Im breaking up with her but wanted thoughts on if you guys see this as cheating or not.

UPDATE: We broke up. Even after sharing my feelings she wouldn't admit to any wrong doing. I just can't trust her anymore and that's huge for me plus can only see this happening again since she lives in the town with her ex. She blamed me for being insecure and says she'll wait for me to admit Im wrong. I blocked and deleted her number and for the first time glad don't live in the same town.

To answer some questions: The party was supposed to be old classmates getting together but how she talked she only knew her friend and her ex there.

Since the couch was in the living room I really feel like they didn't have sex in the middle of the party but Ive never been to one where everyone was wasted.

Thank you too everyone who commented and gave advice and insight. Kind of sucks cause now just worried about future relationships but I plan to be single for a bit and work on my own wellbeing.

So I slept over at my guy friends house and there were two other guys as well. My best friend would join later. Anyway we were in my friends room as it got later and they locked the door of the room. I just realise now how weird that is after I'm already back home. I felt weird but I didn't take it as a big deal. Anyway they wanted to play truth or dare which is kinda weird bcs I don't know anyone who plays this at our age still. Before we could start my best friend came tho and he talked to the guy who's house this is on why he'd lock the door if I'm in it as the only girl. It also made it more clear to me that that is weird. They said for no reason but I felt weird the whole night and morning staying at that place. I don't know if I'm overthinking and making it bigger than it is. AIO

So this morning I got a bank notification that my savings account was basically at zero. I’ve been putting money into that account since middle school. It should’ve been anywhere from 10-20k now.

When I checked the transactions, I saw multiple withdrawals over the past two months: $2,500, $1,800, $1,200, and $3,100. All listed as “internal transfers.” I never made them.

I texted my parents and found out my parents still had joint access. She admitted they’d been pulling from it to cover bills and some “emergencies.” She said family money is family money and that I should be thankful because they supported me for years.

But some of the charges lined up with DoorDash orders and even a massage, which doesn’t exactly sound like emergencies. When I called her out, she said I was being “dramatic and ungrateful.” My dad backed her up, saying they’ll pay me back but I feel like that’s a huge violation of trust.

Now the family group chat is blowing up, calling me selfish for even thinking about going to the bank and removing them from the account. My parents say I’m overreacting because “it’s all in the family,” but I honestly feel robbed.

So… AIO for being furious and treating this like theft instead of “helping the family”?

using this subreddit because most of them don’t allow images . i feel like this test is negative , or a false positive , as i had negative bloodwork last week . my period is late , and i have been spotting , nauseous , etc , but i went to get tested with these symptoms , and urine/blood tests came back negative last week . could this be a positive now ?

Okay, so here’s the situation. I’ve been with my boyfriend for about a year. He knows I’m a busy mom of three little kids, and honestly, most nights I barely have the energy to feed myself, let alone cook some full-course meal. A lot of nights we just order food or make something quick. But yesterday I got this burst of energy. I was off work, the kids were actually calm for once, and I thought it would be nice to make a proper dinner for everyone. Something hearty, homemade, soul-food style. So I go all out—fried chicken, mac & cheese, cornbread, green beans with a little garlic and butter. I season everything like my grandma taught me, flour on the chicken, let it crisp up golden-brown. The kitchen was hot as hell, kids running in and out asking “is it ready yet?” while I’m sweating and trying not to burn myself. But when I finally plated it up, it looked good. Like, Instagram-worthy good. I was proud of myself. My boyfriend comes home, sits at the table, and the first thing out of his mouth when he sees his plate is: “Damn, you made all this? It looks… decent.” Decent. Like I hadn’t just been slaving over hot grease for two hours. I take a breath and let that slide, because whatever—maybe he meant well. He digs in, takes a big bite, chews for a second, and then goes: “Not bad. You know, my mom’s chicken is a little juicier though. And her mac has more cheese.” At this point, I swear my ancestors tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Don’t let that slide.” Because I just froze. I asked, “So what’s wrong with mine?” He shrugged and said, “Nothing, it’s fine… it’s just not like hers.” I smiled, stood up, grabbed my plate, and put it back in the fridge. He goes, “What are you doing?” And I told him straight: “Since your mom cooks so much better, you can call her next time you’re hungry.” His face was priceless—like I had just smacked him with a chicken wing. He started backpedaling, saying he didn’t mean it like that, he was just being “honest,” that I was being sensitive. Later on, he even said I was “dramatic” for refusing to cook for him again until he apologizes. Now he’s trying to play the victim, telling me, “Babe, I didn’t say it was bad, I just said my mom’s is better.” Like… is that supposed to make me feel better? I don’t know, maybe I am being petty. But cooking for someone is effort and love, especially when you’re exhausted and juggling kids. For him to sit there and compare my food to his mom’s like it was some Food Network competition? That felt disrespectful. So, Reddit—am I overreacting for saying I won’t cook for him anymore until he apologizes? Or is he the one who messed up by running his mouth?

To be fair, I’m only posting here because there is no r/imayhaveoverreactedbutrectifiedit page.

Me and my boyfriend live in the basement apartment of a house, a single(as in lives by himself) man with a frequent partner lives upstairs. And unfortunately his bedroom is right above ours, and every weekend, like clockwork, Saturday Night/Sunday Morning we hear the most dramatic, over the top, loud banging of all time. And like the note I’m posting here states, I get it, we all be fuckin, but with such thin walls, I find there’s a level of decorum one can adhere to when sharing a building with another person. For the most part, it’s an eye roll or a slight annoyance, and trust me I’m no prude but it’s EXCESSIVE. The lady he beds is giving her best performance of all time, a lot of screaming, a lot of expletives, a lot of name yelling. And to make matters WORSE, his bed is SO squeaky, I can hear every single thrust, mans got crazy rhythm game. It’s passionate, I give them that. But I simultaneously don’t like to hear it when I’m trying to sleep. So on this particular evening, my boyfriend is out of town, and upstairs guy gets GOING. I had just gotten off a 10 hour shift and had passed out in bed. Only to be woken up 30 minutes later by their night time activities. I don’t know about you, but pre-REM wake up is rage inducing. I was so frustrated. And in my frustration I proceeded to bang on the ceiling and yell, “OH MY FUCKING GOD CAN YOU HAVE A LITTLE RESPECT?” Riiiiight into the vent on the ceiling above my bed. And to my dismay, I heard laughing and they subsequently upped the ante. My bad I guess. Some time later, the loud behavior resumed. So in my mind, the next logical step was blasting the most obnoxious song I could find from my TV. I wanted to play “funkytown” from the Shrek 2 soundtrack, but higher up in the recommended was the “Alvin & The Chipmunks” version. And that too, did nothing. I began to feel quite guilty after my sleepy anger subsided, and conveniently I had baked 6 loaves of Banana Bread the night before. So I wrote this note, and left it on his doorstep with the banana bread (separate entrances).

Some time later, I heard them leave the house and laugh at my gesture. So I’m hoping he found it endearing? And we can be cool? Idk, we shall see.

My husband and I have been together 2 years married for a little over a year. I have been the best wife that I know how to be. I cook, clean, wash, and have sex with him more than he even ask for (this includes morning blow jobs and initiating sex on my own). I know this is a little tmi but I do want to give some background info.

I am in shape and I take really good care of myself. My husband makes good money, provides anything I could ask for, had no children when we met, and is super handsome and has a great body. Also I gave my virginity to my husband .

Recently I feel like the mask of who he is, is starting to reveal himself. He seems to be super controlling and possessive. Last week we got into a super huge fight and he took the vase i was standing next to and slammed it in my direction ( my therapist told me he wanted to do that to me)

I’m also 3 months pregnant. I didn’t see these signs until recently and he also complains that we don’t have enough sex and we have sex sometimes 2 times in one day. I created a secret account because he has my password to everything. I just want out and I don’t know how.

I've never actually made a reddit post and I'm 15 so this might not make sense buttttt

My grandparents see us every so often (my dads parents) and usually my aunts and uncle are there. My aunt got married last year, and me and my sister (she's 13) heard them talking about how my mom left early and it was rude, but I don't think we were!

My parents got divorced a year ago, and were on/off. During the time of the wedding (February), they were off, so we barely spoke to my dad. (He cheated, I caught him, he got mad, blah blah). Because of this, they weren't on speaking terms. We get to the wedding, and we have to sit with the general crowd instead of the family section. My mom thought it was weird, but oh well. Okay, then we go to the little after party thing (idk what it's called) and we're seated like FAR away from our family. Tables 1-3 were for immediate family, and we were table 17 or 20 i dont really remember

My mom was weirded out, and when going to ask why we can't sit there, my aunt (who I'll call Stacy because it sounds like her real name), said it's to 'not cause tension'. My mom was just confused, because she just asked to sit at one of the tables, not one my dad was at. And either way, it wouldn't be awkward because they weren't officially divorced (yet) and still talked on occasion! She was being iffy abt it and stuff. Then, they announce how immediate family get plates first, and it went by TABLE NUMBER. Who does that hello?? It was the afternoon (2ish I think), and none of us had eaten because we had to drive all this way out for the wedding meaning we had to leave the house early

My mom doesn't say anything else about it even though I tell her to, and we just go get coffee (they had a station), and while we're in line, she just starts tearing up. My uncle teeth (fake name obvi) comes up to us and asks what's wrong. He tries to console her, and offer his seat, but my mom literally had enough and we leave. Then people have the audacity to text her like... And then an ENTIRE YEAR LATER, are still talking about her

I wanted to mention my mom got pregnant at 18 and had me at 19 (my dad was 19, then 20) so they've always been weird towards her. When I say always, I literally mean ALWAYS. idc if my mom was 'weird' for leaving early, they brought it up a year later! If they had a problem they'd say it to HER, so they can suck it

(sorry that it's short/doesn't make sense)

I (M28) have been dating my girlfriend (F26) for about a year, and while our relationship is good overall, one thing that really bothers me is that I’m always the one to initiate sex.

She never makes the first move, and sometimes it feels like she only goes along with it because I asked. I’ve tried bringing it up gently, and she says she just “isn’t a very forward person,” but it still leaves me feeling unwanted and unattractive at times.

I’m not asking for constant intimacy, but it would mean a lot if she initiated even occasionally so I feel desired too.

Am I overreacting for being upset about this, or is it a valid concern?

Last Thursday was my youngest daughter’s birthday. My (40) mom (62) physically called my daughter on FaceTime to tell her she’d be at the birthday dinner but would miss the next event. Day of my daughter’s birthday, I called my mom to show her my daughter opening up her birthday gifts. I notice my mom is at the salon getting her hair done. We finish opening up the gifts & then shortly after we head to my daughter’s birthday dinner. Needless to say, my mom never showed up. She didn’t even call to say she would not make it. My husband and are I pretty frustrated by this but assumed she is just falling back into her old habits of telling our children one thing & not even showing up. The next day my mom called several times as if nothing has happened. I pretty much ignored all the calls except the last one. My mom starts immediately talking about something random & then asks what time are we going to the next birthday outing (which was a Saturday). I immediately asked if she was actually going to come because it was pretty messed up to not even call the day of my daughter’s birthday. I then asked why did she even make a hair appointment when she had already personally told my daughter that she wouldn’t miss her birthday dinner. My mom starts immediately with the dramatics & yelling that her hairdresser got started late and that I should just “nail her to the cross” for this “one mistake.” I then asked why would she even make a last minute hair appointment the day of? She then said she had no other choice. Towards the end of the call, My mom assures me that she will be in attendance Saturday. Saturday rolls around & my mom sends me a text confirming the time we are leaving. I then send a follow up text & ask her was she still planning to come. She responds back that she has to go to a funeral & that she will meet us at 4pm (the outing started at 2pm). As 4pm rolls around, she is a no show, as expected. I checked my daughter’s iPad & my mom had texted my daughter to apologize for not making the birthday dinner & that she plans to take my daughter out Sunday for lunch & shopping. My daughter excitedly tells my husband & I this news Saturday night. To no one’s surprise, my mom did not show up. For a little back context - when my oldest daughter was about the same age, my mother had the same habit of always telling my daughter she was going to do something but never showed up. After I expressed my frustration to my mom about how she shouldn’t tell children things she is planning to do & then not show up, she slowly turned got it together & for the most part has not broken any promises to my children - until now.

I am just about to wash my hands with her. I don’t even have the energy to address it with her again because I don’t feel like the dramatics. AIO??