One day after work finally decided I had enough money to buy an Xbox Series X then I went home in my little Apartment right beside my parents' home. My mom found out and got kind of upset with me even though I bought it with my own money and still had Plenty of Money. Also, she got more upset with me because I use Rocket Money an App that allows me to keep track of my budget to Keep me from Overspending. But she thought it was not a good site to have so she made me cancel my account.

Then mom got super mad because my brother and his wife told her that I posted some “Disgusting Videos” on TikTok one of them had a sexy girl dressed like Spider-Man dancing and stretching her legs and other ones with some harsh language, but funny for example when COD WARZONE King Kong jumped in front the screen then it played Move Bitch get out of the way by Ludacris. I told her that the videos were Not that inappropriate but she said “That’s just an opinion”.

I got super pissed at my brother and I called him out for being an Overreactive Tattletale then he told my mom and She got mad at me some more and I went back home crying then I apologize to my brother.

What do you guys think?

So, I (18F) have a very fluffy, very adorable cat named Mochi. He’s basically my little buddy, and he’s got one of those Instagram accounts where I post his funny antics, so a lot of people in my neighborhood know about him. Including this one mom I’ll call EM, who has a 6-year-old daughter super into cats. No biggie, right?

One day, EM messages me on Instagram, saying her daughter is “absolutely OBSESSED” with Mochi and asking if I could bring him to her daughter’s birthday party the following weekend so the kids can “play with him.” I politely decline, explaining that Mochi doesn’t do well in new environments and would likely hide or freak out around loud kids.

EM’s response? “Well, can you loan him to us for the day?” Yes, she literally wanted me to just hand over my cat as if he were a library book or something. She promised they’d “take good care of him” and even offered to pay me $20 “for the inconvenience.”

I politely refuse again, saying that Mochi isn’t up for loan, and I don’t think it would be safe or comfortable for him. EM immediately switches tactics, calling me “selfish” and accusing me of “gatekeeping joy” from her daughter. She rants about how it’s “just one day,” and I “owe it to the community” because I “flaunt” Mochi’s photos online.

Now I’m getting irritated. I tell her that my cat isn’t an accessory, and he’s definitely not something I “owe” to the neighborhood. I assume that’s the end of it… until the day of the party.

I’m in my apartment when I hear a loud knock at my door. It’s EM and her daughter, with the girl holding a sparkly cat carrier. EM smiles and says, “Oh, we came to pick up Mochi!” She acts as if we had agreed on this and just expected me to hand him over on demand.

Completely stunned, I tell her, “I never agreed to this, and I’m not giving you my cat.” EM’s smile drops instantly, and she launches into this loud, dramatic rant about how I’m “ruining her daughter’s special day” and that I “shouldn’t show off my cat if I don’t want to share.” Her daughter starts tearing up, and EM gives me this accusing look, like I’ve just broken her kid’s heart on purpose.

My neighbor down the hall actually poked her head out to see what was going on, which was enough for EM to grab her daughter and storm off, yelling, “I’ll make sure everyone knows how selfish you are!”

Later, I found out from mutual friends that she spread a story around the neighborhood that I “baited” her daughter with Mochi, “only to withhold him out of spite.” No one really believed her, but she still gives me the dirtiest looks anytime I pass her.

Mochi? Completely oblivious and unbothered, living his best life as usual.

EDIT: the cat has passed away, sorry, dont ask for "cat tax" out of respect, i do love my late cat and i wanted to relive an old memory, so thats why im writing this.

so I’m a girl with a deep voice & my mom would occasionally complain abt my voice. She thinks I’m being too loud with it & she wants my old voice to be back or smth, she doesn’t rlly like my current voice that much. do y’all have any thoughts on this

My mom ALWAYS argues with me for no reason, I mean, I can't count how many irrelevant arguments we had, but it's always ending up my phone confiscated, and once broke my phone. She pushes me, verbally insults me, and physically, too. She grabs me, and she grabs me so hard. It scars, and my right hand is full of scars now. And when i show it to her, yknow what she said?? "Nah the cats did that," HUH!? Like she remembers ALL the small shit in the past and now she does not remember scarring me physically AND mentally!? What the fuck?? She even punched my nose, and it bled. So i was lowkey scared since i thought she broke it. She said, "I did that to your older brother. Stop overreacting."

Also, I once cvt myself, and she noticed. She was "caring" and first. Then the next day I pissed her off accidentally and she told me to cvt myself more and kms. And then after 3 hours she forgot! So yeah! Then she just rants to my dad like "Oh she's such an crazy child, something is wrong with her, yadayada," and that made me think something was wrong with me. So I asked to go to a psychologist. Yknow what she said? "No child of mine is mentally ill!"...HUH? I thought 2 hours ago she said I'm crazy? And all the time, she acts as if it's nothing. She may forget all the shouting and beatings she gave me, but it's all in my permanent memories now.

My ex mum used a new number to call me today, thankfully I was busy being a good house husband at the time and missed the call. She left an unpleasant msg on my phone.

While the new number is blocked now and there is no risk of my spine turning to jelly, I am experiencing some difficult to process emotions.

Any tips and tricks on how to deal with the emotional distress we suffer when they get around blocked numbers?

Kind regards Ben.

For some context, I am an 18F Muslim girl, my family is pretty conservative and it’s impossible to do anything without being questioned.

I will admit that my family (like my parents) aren’t the most conservative and I am allowed to go out and be my own person. Like I have a job and friends and go to school, etc. It’s the little things things that they are really conservative on that makes me feel like I’m trapped in a glass house. For example, I have been a hijabi since the 5th grade and I have been wanting to take it off since 6th grade. If I were to take it off, all hell would break lose especially with my ultra-religious and conservative extended family (specifically my uncles and grandma).

I am in community college right now as it was much cheaper but I plan to transfer to a four year. Originally, my plan was to go to the university in my city and commute there while living at home. The reason for this was because my father had a huge fight when my older sister tried to move out of state for college. Like she was miserable. The manipulation was crazy and he said he’d rather her be a college drop out and get married than move out of state. I hate confrontation so I was just going to push through for two years in uni, but recently, my mom has been talking about my grandma moving back in with us which i genuinely wouldn’t be able to live with. Like if she moves back in my life would be miserable, I wouldn’t be able to go out, I wouldn’t be able to have a life as my uncles would also be over 24/7. My life would suck. I just want to have the freedom to be my own person and live my own life. It’s hard to find friends as well because I’m expected to help with the family business at no compensation, and then also juggle school and another job. All in all, I’m at the point where I want to start making a plan to move out. I think the best way to go about it is to transfer to a university abroad and say it is just a study abroad program? I’m not even sure they’d let me go to a study abroad, but at this point, if I were to attempt to transfer to any out of state schools I’d be cooked. I will also start saving so I can prepare myself. If you were me, what would you do?

TL;DR I have conservative muslim parents who would rather me be a dropout than move out.

I knew it was going to be hard (and it was) but I didn’t think it would take so much time for them to respect my desicions and boundaries? I mean… Arabs don’t believe in such things anyway, so I don’t know why I’m surprised.

I went no contact for a while (because there was no other way, I tried everything… I’m not going to lie, part of me felt sad BUT part of me, felt no pressure at all for the first time in my life) I even started seeing things clearer and in a more peaceful way.

One of my siblings has been reaching out, to “make a mends”, but I feel like they have not let the appropiate time pass before that even happens… I need time for me to figure out what I like and what I dislike without having their voices in my head.

It’s like they still care about people’s opinion of me (and I get it, no one likes their daughter to be the topic of conversations, but I never have agreed with how things are done/handled and I actually find it to he quite ridiculous + it’s funny because my own family has been the most judgemental, and they are the ones who have made me feel the worst).

I feel like by me welcoming my sibling, they are still trying to control certain aspects… because of the things they still say to me and the narrative that is being spoken) and just like, no? I’m not ready yet and I don’t want to go down that rabbit hole again.

I have a few friends saying that it seems that they only want to help and they clearly have never been part of a toxic household dynamic.

Also, I have been seeing a non-muslim who is in the process of converting (my family is totally against it, which has made me doubt the relationship too), but I personally need to go out with him to see if we’re compatible and I see a life with him (I take marriage very seriously, only date to marry kind of thing, and I have to be sure because it’s a long term commitment for me).

But by having them in my life I feel so much presure to be and to perform a certain way, and what if the guy I’m dating is not the one? I’m so tired of all the pressure… all my life has been this way and it saddens me because all the people around me have always done whatever they have wanted to and I feel so behind… if that makes sense? Like there are so many things I still want to do but I have my family in the back of my mind.

I’ve also noticed that I have a HUGE over people pleasing issue (I have a really hard time communicating what I want and setting boundaries) and trust issues as well.

I’m not sure what to do, I’m not reaching out tbh, my sibling is… but I just can’t take it anymore and the “make me feel bad”, and the “have to sacrifice for the family”.

I was suppose to have dinner with my sibling but I don’t think right now is the time. I would like to post what I was told so that I could get some guidance because I’m just tired man.

“I'm glad you were honest, but at the same time I'm disappointed, confused and even hurt. You tell my parents that you need time to think, and whenever they don't answer me you tell me the same thing, but during the time you say you need to think it's to go to the beach, or to the forest and you leave us in the dark, and it's not fair. I hope you are genuinely thinking, and not using that as an excuse so that we just don't bother you, because it's been months since you have even said hello to my parents, but then I found out that for a man and your friends (I have to clarify that IT IS NOT for either, I got because I want to go… I spent so much time locked in my room) you do have time.”

So the thing about my mom is that she is a very traditional muslim woman.

last night before her flight back home, we went to my friends restaurant which she is the owner of. my friend regularly hosts drag nights, one of which was last night. I mean i also perform in drag sometimes so i find this quite fun.

anyways, my mom was there and she made comment after comment after comment. one of those comments was heard clearly by one particular queen who was in fact trans. She absolutely blew up onn my mother. calling her a homophobe, saying she is whats wrong with todays society. my mom then defended her words stating that all trans people should be lined up and beheaded for even thinking of switching their genders because "thats what god made them be and they should accept it".

this led to a verbal brawl between my mom and several other patrons calling my mom some words i can't say here. I just sat on the table as my mom was getting ripped apart. she turned to me asking for help and i said to her "i warned you this was gonna happen, this city/country is very open and i warned you that i will not come to your defence if you're caught saying insensitive things, you made this bed, now lie in it"

the nigh ended pretty sour and my mom wouldn;t speak to me until the airport. she involved the other members of the family and it was mixed to mainly my side. my mom just doesn't listen and we warned her that she will one day piss off the wrong person. and it happened.

The city i live in also has a high population of muslims but as far as i can see, there is not really much bad blood. muslims here just mind their business. adjusting and all that. So i really cannot understand my mom's blatant homphobic remarks when i warned her several times that this was gonna bite her in the ass some day.

tldr, my mom got her ass handed to her for out speaking her homophobic thoughts about lgbt people or trans people for the most part. I sat there making her aware of my warning but refused to help or defend her as i am lgbt and this needed to happen to her

edit: initially drag night was supposed to happen the next day. but a drag race queen became available last minute so they changed the schedule to that day. if i had known this, i wouldn;t bring my mum. i told my. mom of this change and she very convincingly told me she was ok with it. clearly i was mistaken

My parents were getting older and expressed their desire for continuing to live in their home. My brothers and I decided to pool money together and make elder friendly modifications to their home t o make that possible. During the planing and saving up my husbund took measurements of the bathroom to be able to make a better calculation of costs. And that's when my parents lost it. They accused him of trying to steal their house from them and said he is only wanting the measurements for an advertisement to sell their home. Had this been the first time my parents came up with some BS i would have been concerned. But it wasn't. So I simply said: "stop being ridiculous." They got up in flames and started insulting my husband. Calling him a thief, a lier, a burglar (somehow measuring the bathroom is the same as violent robbery) and so on. So I told them they can cut their crap or I am out and they are on their own. They told me that I am pathetic, useless, fat, stupid, a whore yada yada yada. Also not the first time. To be honest i did not get angry because it's just how they are. But I stopped calling them or helping them. When the birthdays of me and my family rolled around my parents didn't write a message and didn't gratulate. They told my brothers I am dead to them and that liar I married can drop dead, too. Then my middle child school started school. My daughter wrote and send them a card she made to invite them. They decided to not come and did not call her or send a card or anything like that. They ignored her and she was hurt by it. So when my fathers Bday rolled around we also did not call and did not send a gift. I asked my kids if they want to make a recording and sing happy bday or something and they declined. Telling me their grandparents never call or send anything and now they also do not want to call or send anything. Which is fine by me. But I do have some common curtesy so I wrote my dad: "Happy birthday. I hope you have a wonderful day and a delicious cake. Best regards."- My dad replied "funny! It was a horrible day. None of you ungrateful kids came by to visit, nobody called me, nobody send gifts. I am deeply ashamed of my so called kids and wished I never had any at all. From now on I will stop celebrating as my life is worthless to you and you bring me nothing but pain and shame." - I know this game. I am supposed to feel horrible and cheer him up and beg for forgiveness and so on. But somewhere along the way I lost my ability to care. I am simply unbothered by him. so I replied: "Hey dad, you should try out lavender tea or take a walk. This might help with your mood swings."

according to my brother he is on full mode rage - which made me giggle :D

Today, we're diving into the dark, twisted web spun by the one and only Hank Harrison and Courtney Love, whose combined dysfunction has left a lasting impact on the lives of their daughter, Frances Bean Cobain, and the world of rock 'n' roll.

Let's kick it off with Hank Harrison, the "father" of the infamous Courtney Love. This man had the audacity to feed a 7-year-old Courtney LSD, as if he was serving her a spoonful of sugar to make the medicine go down. What kind of sick, twisted logic did he have that led him to think that drugging a child was acceptable, let alone a good idea? The audacity, the absolute lack of care for her innocence and well-being! It's like watching a dumpster fire burn the fabric of human decency to ashes.

Fast forward to Courtney herself, the woman who thought that because she married a rock legend, she could do whatever the hell she wanted. Enter Kurt Cobain, the troubled soul who never stood a chance with someone like her. These two lovebirds didn't just dabble in drugs; they were the poster children for addiction and toxic relationships. They had a baby, Frances, and what did they do? They shot heroin together, as if welcoming a new life into the world wasn't already stressful enough. And when that poor child was just a year and a half old, her father decided to end his own life, leaving a legacy of pain and confusion in his wake.

But let's not forget Courtney's solo performance in the parental horror show. Oh no, she didn't just mourn; she descended into a cesspool of madness, accusing everyone under the sun of being involved in her husband's death. She bashed a fan's head with a mic stand because, apparently, her own personal tragedy gave her a free pass to inflict pain on others. And let's talk about her weight issues, shall we? She starved herself to the point of emaciation, all to fit into some fancy designer clothes. Her skeletal frame became a grim reminder of the dark underbelly of the fashion industry's beauty standards.

And when it came to her own flesh and blood, Courtney was about as motherly as a rabid raccoon. She lost custody of little Franny to her paternal aunt and grandmother because apparently, being a rock star and a junkie didn't equate to "Mom of the Year" material. Can you blame them? The poor kid had a better chance of growing up well-adjusted in a petri dish than in that toxic environment.

But wait, there's more! When Frances finally turned 17 and could legally tell Courtney to fuck off, she did. With a restraining order, no less. And who can blame her? After years of dealing with her mother's erratic behavior and neglect, she had the strength to stand up and say, "Enough." It's a miracle she didn't end up on a path of self-destructive behavior herself.

These two generations of fucked up are a testament to how entitlement can ruin lives. Hank Harrison, thinking he had the right to shape his daughter's reality with hallucinogens, and Courtney Love, thinking her fame allowed her to act with impunity, have both left a trail of chaos and heartbreak. It's a sad, twisted tale of how the cycle of dysfunction can repeat itself unless it's stopped in its tracks.

So here's to Hank Harrison and Courtney Love, two of the most entitled parents in history, whose selfishness and lack of empathy have left a permanent mark on their daughter's life. May their story serve as a cautionary tale to all those who think that their own needs and desires come before the well-being of their children. And may Frances Bean Cobain continue to rise above the ashes of their destructive love.

Hello, so recently I (21f) have moved out with my husband (19m) in another city 2h30 from my old place. My mom and stepdad bought a house few years ago that is 1h30 away from where we lived before (they bought a house for vacations but ended up living there most of the time).

I met the love of my life and I wanted and still want to live my life with him and now we live together, I told my mom and stepdad about him but they haven’t met him yet only saw a picture of our wedding (I didn’t invite my mom because I wanted to have a good time free with friends). It might be weird but I really don’t feel comfortable showing him to my mom because I don’t know how she will react and also that I simply don’t care.

My stepdad was the one who had the idea of me going to live with him and then my mom supported that it’s the best thing I could do to be with him and for my hair classes.

1 month into living together and it’s like my mom wants to control everything. Starting with jobs that she found for him close from her house that is 1h30 from my hometown, she send jobs offers for approximately 3 weeks for him and me. For 1 week straight she was sending me paragraphs about everything and nothing, also constantly asking random questions to have a conversation with me after I told her multiple times to leave me alone and stop invading me. I cannot live more than a full day without her texting me, I’m feeling watched, invaded and I feel that I cannot go to wherever I want without her “invading” my personal space. To me it’s very strange because she was already far from me 3 years ago in their new house and the day I move out she want me to come back and can’t let me go.

Now I want to move to Mexico with my husband because he already have a whole house there and since we could work few months here we could save lot of money to live even better there and also for the heat and fresh air. For both of us everything is so expensive here, I feel that our life is just living to pay the rent eat and barely have money to go to a restaurant and buying treats. For my part I would want to move to Mexico to live better there.

At the end I feel that I cannot do what I want and she doesn’t want me to go far from her and she’s just stuck in her when I was a baby phase and she cannot let me grow up and live my life with my husband. Yes it’s a far but my stepdad has enough money to buy almost any house he wants in Mexico, now it’s on them.

Short: I want to move to Mexico with my husband but my emotionally dependent mom would never let me and it’s making me hide lot of things from her.

Me: *sends my mom a photo of my spouse, two friends, and I dressed up in Halloween costume as the PacMan ghosts.

Mom: U cut ur HAIR

Me: Yesssss

Mom: 🤦‍♀️

Me: It’s gonna grow back. I cut it three weeks ago.

Mom: I know. Well I’m not too much into short hair but well u said it will grow.

Thanks mom. Didn’t realize my hair was meant to impress you. 🤷‍♀️

I’m a 31 year old who grew up in a Hispanic household. Hispanic parents be crayyyyyyy.

It's been nearly nine months since everything went down, but I'm still pissed off about it.

So, my great aunt (EA for Entitled Aunt) has never been the most pleasant person to be around. She's cunning, headstrong, and just flat out mean. That being said, she was a well-respected member of our family for several years, since she used to work at a successful law firm well before I was even born. She was fairly well off all things considered. Nice house, nice car, the works. Me and my family wouldn't see her often, but she was a decent person when we were around.

That is, until late 2022.

It was discovered that EA had been found guilty of professional misconduct the law firm, and as a result, she was disbarred. The life she had worked for came crumbling down on top of her, and she lost just about everything. So, she decided to move in with my great grandma, only a few blocks away from my house. Now, my great grandma was a lovely woman. She was the type of person that would give her last penny to a homeless person. However, she was 95 at the time, and her dementia was starting to worsen. So, when EA moved in, my family just assumed she was there to be a caretaker for my great grandma. And, to an extent, she was, albeit not a very good one. EA's true colors started to show after she started remodeling my great grandma's house.

My father's a carpenter, so he was asked to help with the remodeling. He begrudingly accepted since he didn't have a job and needed the money (we're by no means a poor family, but keeping the income steady isn't always easy). While helping with the house, my father would witness EA mistreating my great grandma on a constant basis. Only verbal abuse from what I can recall, since she still fed and bathed her. Still, seeing this made my dad very angry. To make matters worse, the remodeling was constantly stressing my great grandma out, though EA could not be bothered to give half of a fuck.

Towards the latter half of 2023, I tried my hardest to stay away from EA, only going around her if it meant visiting my great grandma. We knew that she'd pass on eventually, but when it would happen was a guessing game. We thought the funeral was all planned out; my great grandma told my mom on multiple occasions that when she did eventually pass away, she didn't want a big funeral. Just family and friends. And she wanted to be buried next to her husband (my great grandpa). Apparently, EA had different plans. Upon passing, she wanted to bury my great grandma straight away in a concrete box. No funeral. No visitation. No coffin. Just shoved in a box and put in the ground. My family was livid, to say the least. It's also worth noting that my great grandma made the mistake of making EA the power of attorney (which, in my homestate, trumps the deceased party's will) well before she passed. Essentially, EA had all this power, and my family could do nothing but try to bargain with her.

Here's where the shitstorm began.

After several lengthy discussions, my grandma eventually conviced EA to at least bury my great grandma in a coffin instead of a concrete box. Unfortunately, she couldn't convince her to arrange a proper funeral.

In late February earlier this year, my great grandma passed away at the age of 96. My mom and I were lucky enough to say our final goodbyes to her shortly before she passed (I was apparently the last person to say goodbye to her, as she passed away 15 minutes after I left). Unfortunately, some of my other family members didn't get to say goodbye. My grandparents and EA agreed to do the burial in early March at around 11am. That way, we could all say our goodbyes then immediately get some lunch afterwards.

EA buried my great grandma an hour and a half early. My grandpa never got to say goodbye to his own mother because my EA claimed that the buriers "wanted to get it out of the way" when in reality she just wanted to save money. My dad and grandpa didn't end up going to lunch afterwards, and honestly, I don't blame them. EA's basically dead to us now.

I am so fucking pissed off. I'm almost 99% sure EA altered my great grandma's will while she was still alive so she'd be able to keep as much of her money as possible after she died. Unfortunately, there's no way to prove that she actually did, and we can't make a case against her. To add a cherry on top of this heaping pile of shit, my mom paid one of the local funeral homes to publish cards to let everyone know about my great grandma's passing. She was fairly well-known in the community. But a few days after passing the cards out to local businesses, EA went around collecting the cards because "they go against grandma's will". I have no idea what she did with the cards, but my guess is that she threw them away. As I mentioned earlier, it's been nearly nine months since this all went down, but I will forever carry a deep resentment towards EA for how she treated my great grandma. Mistreating and manipulating an old woman with dementia is straight up evil, and I'm glad EA is no longer in my life.

a lot of friends around me (we're all 18-19yo) say that parents have threatened to kick them out, but they think it's a bluff. i'm now in that situation

how do you know of your parents are bluffing or are serious about kicking you out?

edit: for more details, my personal situation is that they disapprove of me having had sex with my partner

Context: I f15 am refusing to actively talk to my mom and I ignoring her when I'm forced to see her.

Two months ago, a Friday my mom f39 got arrested for assaulting her boyfriend m38 and his kid m12. The kid was bleeding all along his back there were scratch marks. My brother m12 called the cops and when they responded they automatically arrested my mom she actually knew the guy who was arresting her. She got fired from the jail, she originally worked for W jail in our town but got fire so she went to JC jail. She was in jail for less then 24 hrs she got bailed out by Gigi her adoptive mom. She then started texting me long ass paragraphs mostly guilt tripping lovebombing and gaslighting. She was staying at Aunt Angie's Gigi's sister who also works at the jail. The night it happened my dad m39 he is now 40. My mom hates Amber f36 my stepmom she is amazing she also a practicing pagan. They also have the same name Amber so. Amber is petty and blunt perfect for my dad who is soft spoken but very determined. They have been my rocks thru all of this including my bf m15 and my best friend f15. My brother went back with my mom and she deleted photos video of my camera I had took pictures or the kids injures and had gotten a very muffled recording of the whole thing. She asensually started to make fun of me for getting angry at her. She also brought up how I tried to kill myself a few night before it went down I had ate glass. I have hurt myself before but that was when I was 11 to 12 due to my parents divorce and I was dating my ex girlfriend who was encouraging me to hurt myself with her. My mom has also loss her job at Meridian she was a social worker. Idk know her job rn she is getting charged with four separate things including her hitting me and busting my lip. She has been acting crazy when I'm there if I say no my dad could go to jail.

Update I hate this year. So this year has yk sucked as above. But literally wtf life, this is the reason why I'm not a Christian because if God was real he would of helped. No hate against the Christians. My bf is a Christian. And I am a pagan / theistic satanist. So basically this year in a summary: A tornado went through our town destroying multiple homes and injuring a pastor which he later died due his injuries. A kid at my school killed himself. My mom got arrested. My teacher died, from colon cancer. My bf's cousin claimed his uncle SAd her and he was jailed, unknown if this is true because no idea if they actually did a rape kit. I have to see my mom. My bf's grandmothers house caught on fire, his grandmother and grandpa are in the hospital rn, his cousin Mika was unharmed, was the only one that could walk out fine.

Prepared with the knowledge you strangers have given me I will be facing my mom in two days time. So wish me the best wishes that I could ask for.

I fucking hate this year. Thank you strangers.

TLDR: Entitled mother linked to my medical history, delinking her = conflict/fight. Encouragement really needed.

So, being 21, my medical history and future history doesn't need to be shared to my mother anymore.

However, she has taken my phone prior and entitledly registered herself once I've turned 21.

I want to de-register her now because I'm just not comfortable with her being notified of everything new with my medical history.

De-registering would prompt a notification to her which can't be avoided. Which means there will be a fight.

I just, need support and encouragement to face the conflict. She can't do anything to me tbh and I have multiple safe supports etc. it's just the overwhelming anxiety.

Any words of support and encouragement from those who went through conflicts like such would be greatly appreciated.

Update: Ripped it, final straw, seems like they finally gave up on me.

Feels exactly like how while u fought in a war, when the victory horn sounds, you don't feel overjoyed, but sense of overwhelmness.

I(29f) am married to a Korean and living in South Korea. I've been here since 2019. Neither of my parents came to my wedding. My dad didn't want to quarentine because he's "an American and he won't let another country strip him of his rights." My mom didn't want to come because the flight was too long. On the same month of my wedding she, alone, drove 12 hrs to Florida to see a witch doctor and go clubbing. My mom is a Panamanian who's lived in the US for a little over 20 years. Yet she doesn't speak English well because she "hates the language, it's so ugly. And she doesn't need to learn it since her children can translate for her." Well, a few months ago my mom told me that she really misses me and she wants to see me. She asked me to come back and visit her. I said I couldn't because it wouldn't be fair to my husband. I go on vacation while he works and funds my vacation. My mom got upset and kept bring it up for weeks. I jokingly suggested if she really wanted to see me, she should fly out here. She said never. She doesn't want to "go to China."

A week after that conversation she said she will fly out to me. I was hesitant to believe her and sarcastically said sure. Come any time. You're always welcomed. Well, she followed through and got a ticket. It's non-refundable but she can reschedule it. Since buying the ticket, she's come up with so many demands. She's not even here yet and I'm going crazy.

Her first demand is that she must stay with my husband and I in our tiny 2 bedroom apartment. The 2nd "room" is more like a closet. She's afraid of getting SA'd in her hotel room? She truly believes that Korea is a very unsafe country, and that she's get attacked if she's alone. She declared that she'll sleep on the bed with me, and my husband can take the floor since "Chinese people like being on the floor anyway." I offered to stay with her in her hotel until she's comfortable. She blew up in a fit of rage spewing random things about SA and that she will do what she wants.

Her second demand is that we must immediately go to the nearest US base (2.5hrs away) so that she can go grocery shopping. Because she doesn't trust Korean grocery stores. She's afraid that they'll trick her in to buying dog meat. Or that they lable dog meat as pork/beef. She will be only eating her home cooked meals. And will not eat at restaurants because she's seen too many tictoks about "dirty Chinese restaurants." My husband has made is clear that the first week she is here, we will not be taking her to a base. She had a huge melt down. But convinced herself that she will be fine surviving on chicken eggs and white rice until then.

Her third demand is that I take her to "the penis park." My husband is willing to drive us out there (4hrs) to appease her but he's not happy about her demanding tone. She also asked that I take her clubbing but I, not only refused, told her most clubs have an age limit and she's way over it. She has several other demands, that I'll skip over.

Today we had a huge argument because my in-laws want to meet her. I've been trying to come up with different excuses but my in-laws keep insisting. My mom told me that she won't eat anything they cook if we go to their home. And if we go out to eat, she's only going to eat white rice. She's always made unnecessary comments about my husband's family, and she doesn't even know them. She's never even met my husband. She threw a temper tantrum when I said that I want her to he on her best behavior and asked her not to embarrass me. How dare I? I'm embarrassed of her? She's done nothing wrong! How could I make her out to be a bad person. She's going on this long and strenuous journey to see her daughter. And her daughter cannot appreciate this sacrifice she's making. She "threatened" to cancel her flight. I said that would be fine. She didn't like that I reacted that way so she threw another fit, called me a bad daughter. Said it was my duty to go see her, not the other way around. And said she a lot of out of pocket wild thing.

She arrives in exactly one week.

A new and rather upscale Chinese restaurant opened not far from us, and we agreed with Dad that we (Dad & 3 late-teens) should try it. Word was that you actually had to make reservations, this place was so popular, and Dad did that: reservation for four at seven o'clock. The day came and Dad suddenly gets the idea to invite his mom, who lives alone and doesn't even like Chinese food. But she eagerly agrees, and we eventually show up at seven. Dad gives our name, says we have reservations.
"You have reservation for four, not five."
"No, I said five," Dad lies as we cringe.
"I took reservation; you said four."
"No, I said five."
The host reluctantly decides to lead us to a booth clearly designed for four people, then finds a hard chair to put at the end of the table. I draw the short straw and get the chair. We decide on four dishes to share and place our order. Any Chinese place (in our city, anyway) will bring your choices out on big platters at the same time and everyone digs in, filling their plate. Only this time, one platter arrives. We eventually start picking at it out of desperation, and maybe 10 minutes later another dish arrives. Another 10, and number three arrives; number four shows up half an hour after the first.
How to get your payback on some lying guy who demands you produce seating for five! We did not enjoy the meal, and I think the staff didn't mind getting stiffed on the tip. I don't know if Dad got the message.

This is a short one without any dialogue, as it is a story relayed to me with none of the interactions detailed.

My family have been working as invigilators, exam supervisors, for the state's education department for years. My mum does it, my sister does it, my ex-wife did it. It only comes up for two and a half weeks per year as they are only needed for the end of year exams for those in their final year of school. This year I got roped into doing it as well due to a general shortage of supervisors.

I was at the today's exam when the chief supervisor, who happens to be my mother, comes up to me with an unbelievable story. My sister, working at a different high school, was approached by one of the "teachers" asking for a copy of the psychology exam booklet. here's the thing; teacher's aren't allowed to ask for them. A supervisor must drop a copy off at the school's reception desk. I should know because I've done it every exam I worked. Later, another teacher turns up. You may notice the lack of quotation marks with this second teacher. That's because it is the school's only psychology teacher, who knew better than to ask for a copy of the book. This legitimate teacher showed up only at the end of the exam to see how her students went, I think. Those details were omitted due to the nature of the following information.

It turns out the first "teacher" wasn't a teacher at all, but did work at the school. She was after a copy of the exam because her son was taking it and she wanted it for...reasons? Even if she did obtain a copy, it would have been too late as she wouldn't have been allowed into the exam hall to give her kids the answers. she had no way of contacting her son, as phones, smart watches and smart glasses were prohibited items not to be taken into the hall. Moreover, given the complex nature of some of the questions (I've a psychology degree and was confused by some), she would have spent more time researching the answers than the length of the exam, so even if she somehow mastered all the intricacies of psychology in mere hours, it wold have been pointless, particularly as there was no way she could have relayed the information, as previously mentioned.

Now, this woman's job is very much in jeopardy, and her son will likely receive an automatic fail, regardless of how well he performed. This blemish on his record will also likely follow him when he applies for any university (there are only four in our city), denying him the chance to do whatever it was he wanted. His mother's belief the rules didn't apply to her has effectively doomed her son, though she will likely never see it this way.

Sorry I couldn't go into more detail, that's as much information as I received. Also have to leave for work. Farewell.

Edited to add: re: to all those asking how punishing the child can be justified. I'm under the impression the proverbial sins of the mother will reflect on the son, but I will confirm tomorrow and update accordingly.

Edited to add: It's tomorrow now, though a bit later than expected thanks for a virus hitting hard and fast. I checked with my source but they could neither confirm nor deny repercussions for the son. The timing of the incident, ie once he had already entered the exam room, makes the chances of him getting a sneak peak seems to be minimal, so he has a chance, I just cannot say for certain one way or the other. I know they take cheating accusations seriously; kids aren't even allowed to have the covers for their calculators attached, labels on their water bottles or any form of writing on their person. I hope he gets off, but either was there's likely to be some awkward conversations with his mother.

For context: I (18f) work at a coffee shop in a very small/very popular beach tourist town. I’ve been working there since March. The way that we make our coffee is that are small and medium sizes gets two shots of espresso and the large has four shots. We do offer decaf espresso drinks. We have four stations when it comes to making the drinks: cashier, Cup prep/food runner, espresso, and mixer/server. Mixer/server was where I was working this day.

Story: i’m working my usual busy shift during Fourth of July week. As I was was finishing up the entitled mother (EM) drinks, she saw me poor four shots of espresso into one of her large drinks and this is the conversation that happened after.

(She had ordered 2 large iced caramel macchiato’s, 1 large latte with ice on the side, and one large hot Americano)

EM: “excuse me how much espresso did you just put in that drink?”

Me: “our large drinks come with four shots of espresso ma’am.”

EM: “all of the larges have four shots of espresso!? shouldn’t you advertise that shit somewhere!!? I’m a mother with two children and you expecting the drink basically 2 cups of coffee!!?”

Me: I look behind her and see two young girls probably aged 9-12, they had each ordered two large caramel macchiatos “I’m sorry ma’am do you want me to remake these and make these decaf so they don’t have any caffeine in it?”

EM: “I don’t know this is your job! Can you just mix one of them and put it in a smaller cup?!! I mean this is outrageous. How do you expect two little girls to finish two large coffees? I mean, this is completely insane!? Are you fucking crazy?”

At this point my shift lead (18f) who is standing next to me the whole time, and had heard the whole entire conversation, asked if everything was all right. I try to explain this situation, but the entitled mother, cut me off and rants for a bit about how incompetent I am. We decide to split one of the caramel macchiato’s just to appease her and get her moving because this commotion was making a line.

I’m making her final drink, she’s still staring at me like I’m the devil, and I say, in my very nice customer service voice:

Me: “have a nice day ma’am! :D”

EM: “I STILL HAVEN’T GOTTEN MY FINALLY DRINK!!” * she yells this directly in my face. as her final drink is halfway in between me and her, in my hand*

At this point, I’ve gotten a little behind on my station and I turned to finish that . She gathers her kids and her drinks and walked away. So in total she had gotten two medium caramel macchiato, her large latte, her Americano, and she took the other large caramel macchiato that she had originally ordered, which is why she was angry in the first place. so instead of walking away with her original four drinks, she got five instead.

I just found it funny and laughed with my shift lead while she was extremely pissed on my behalf lol. I just don’t understand why she didn’t ask for this when she was talking to the cashier! We have alternatives and smaller sizes 😭

First off let me start by saying this is an update to what I posted a couple of weeks ago about what was happening with me and my mom. I'm sorry if this is a long post but have to get a lot off my chest.

My mom is being annoying and doesn't want to communicate with me by not using her words and instead just texting me. This is what she said Need James to give you a ride to work at 4pm Monday(tomorrow) and 4pm Tuesday? You've been communicating with him haven't you? And then this is what I said Tuesday zander is picking me up and taking me to work. No I haven't been communicating with James

And then she said You'll have to give him $24 for those 2 days then lmk and let him know what other days you'll be working. Your going to be very broke all the time with paying people for rides because everything has to be your way. I'm sick of you thinking you're grown and mature. Your not. Start communicating better. I'm sick of you not telling me anything that's going on in your life, life were some horrible pieces of shit. We are not forcing you to live here and your disrespect is going to cost you a very nice place to live because it's going to be done by God, even if it's wrong, because you're a grown up now. That is not the way to look at this. We would have helped you find a nice place but now seeing and hearing you scream Fuck off, Fuck you, Fuck your chores? I'm thinking a therapist is a good idea and I'll start looking in Glen Carbon area so you can hurry off and get away from us because we're so horrible. Other kids would love to have your life but the two of you are SO mature that you still argue daily about nothing, just for the sake of being mature and arguing. I'll bet you've told your wonderful friends all about how terrible you are treated. I see now why you don't invite them in, they would know you're full of shit.

And then I said Zander is picking me up Tuesday and also knows that I have to work at 5 and will be taking me to work Tuesday.

And she said Now would be the time to use your words and When i find a place and pay the deposit, it will be too late to speak. Whoever told you that you were an adult and need your own place and need to drive, are not good people, they are not your friends and they know nothing about you or your situation and apparently don't care.

And then I said I'll be talking to zander on Tuesday when me and him hangout about an apartment and splitting rent until ben moves out of the dorm apartment that he is in now. Once I talk to zander about getting an apartment and splitting rent I will then look for an apartment and text zander the link. What do you guys think let me know if I am overthinking things or if my mom is actually entitled please just base this off of the two posts that I made this one and the one a couple of weeks ago.

As we get closer to the holidays, many of you will start getting into the Christmas spirit by going to see your local mall Santa Claus for pictures. This is simply a PSA for those who do decide to go. I have no idea if I’m allowed to do this here but on the off chance it stands I hope this will help someone out there. I’ve worked in my local Santa set for 6 seasons and have seen a lot. These are the easiest ways to avoid Karens, to avoid being a Karen yourself and to make the trip a good experience for you, your kids, and the employees helping you. This is based on a culmination of all my experiences with different types of customers, both good and bad.

Also for those that have also done these types of things, worked it, go get pics every year, etc., feel free to also share your experiences. I’m sure that there are places that do it differently than my mall set. Mine has been consistently top 3-4 in my state for profit so I think we do a good job despite all the issues we encounter yearly, but your experiences are still valid.

• Go Earlier in the Year

If you don’t want to wait in line or feel that your time is more important than others, go earlier in the seasons. Mine opens November 14th, others most likely will open around the same time. The closer you get to Christmas the busier it will become and longer you will wait. If it’s popular you could be waiting in line for hours, and they will be irritable hours.

• Check for Available Prepay Options

Check before you wait in line. Some Santa Sets will allow you to pay in advance like a fast pass and you’ll be able to wait in a much shorter line on the busier days. If you absolutely cannot get a day off before December hits, this will always be the best option, it can cut down the wait time by several hours depending on the day.

• Keep Kids Occupied While in Line

If you have kids of any age, make sure they are occupied. We all have seen kids acting out in public and have resented those parents for “allowing that type of behavior.” Just because your child is normally an “angel” does not mean they can bear to be unstimulated for hours in a slow moving line. Teenagers get away with having technology and an internal map of the mall to be left alone, but kids under that age range should not be expected to sit still on their own. They get curious, they get excited to see Santa, they get hungry, they get bored, and they get upset. The worse they feel, the worse you’ll be, and when you’re upset, your kids will absorb and reflect that, creating a negative feedback loop that may put you in the crosshairs of the hourly waged workers.

• Have More Than One Adult in the Group

Preferably don’t be the only adult in your group. BATHROOM BREAKS ARE THE WORST WHEN YOU ARE WAITING IN LINE FOR SEVERAL HOURS. None of the employees are obligated to save your spot in line, some may be nicer than others, sometimes you’ll get lucky and you’ll come back and the line is really short. You should have everyone in your group go before getting in line. But for those that have an emergency, babies, elderly people, weak bladders, kids who “didn’t have to go before,” or discovering the difference a coffee does after three hours of standing around, you should have someone else responsible with you to save your spot in line. Single parents should have a friend with them at least, or somehow make friends in line. You will regret having to leave a line after two hours, being five spots away from the front, because your child can’t hold it.

• Be a Responsible Pet Owner

Please check beforehand your Santa set’s rule on Pets. Most will allow you to bring them, but pet nights are better. I cannot speak for other malls but my Santa has a different suit that is worn on Pet Night. This is for the safety of other people who may have allergies to pets. We know that your animals may be like your children and you want to get that special moment with them and I don’t blame you, I have two beautiful dogs myself and have made sure to get them pictures whenever I can, but understand that we have to account for those that are unlucky enough to have pet allergies. This also goes for cats, reptiles, farm animals, birds, and fish as well. Yes, people have brought fish and paid real money for their pictures. Also, while waiting in line, all of the above should applies to your animals as well. Be responsible pet owners and treat them like they are children, they should behave in line, keep them mildly stimulated if you have to, and on pet nights understand that there are other animals as well, if they don’t do well with other animals, they probably won’t do well in line. Check if you can prepay and have someone who’s not standing in line hold the animals off to the side to avoid conflict with others in line.

• Understand How the Lines Work

If there is a way to prepay, both lines have things to understand. While the rules may be hard to understand, they are essentially Fast Passes like ones you would see at Disney. They do not guarantee you get in at the exact time you pay for, because others have paid for the same time. These are not appointments. If you prepay for 5:30, there might 3-5 other families who paid the same time, 3-5 other families who paid for the next 15 minute time slot. You are paying early to be in a faster line, not to get to skip the line. Please keep in mind that while your line moves faster, the standby line will still have some families go before yours based on how many were taken in a row, May be three Fastpass families to one, May be five to one. Don’t be that guy to complain about one family going before yours despite your line move five times as fast.

If you are in the standby line, understand that you forfeit the right to complain about the long waits no matter when you decide to go, especially closer to Christmas. People that paid will have priority. Your line will be slow. That’s just the nature of this business.

• Your Child Will Cry. Expect and Accept it

Rule of thumb: if you can’t get your own child to smile, don’t expect us to do it. We will try our best, but understand that Santa is still a strange old man that’s not mommy or daddy. Around the ages of 18 months to 4 years old, they are prime age to understand that the lap they are sitting on is foreign. You as the parent should be a part of trying to get them to smile if that is what you want, otherwise don’t expect us to do any better. This is a pop up store with mostly teenagers, none of us are trained professionals, and not every method we have will work, and if it does, it’s a blessing. Even with your help they may still cry and scream. Accept it and come back another time or just take the photos as is. It is very funny when you can show these embarrassing pictures to your teenagers later on. This is also another reason you should come earlier in the season, if you don’t like how they come out the first time you can come back and redo them later, while trying on Christmas Eve is a one and done endeavor.

• Choose Your People, Not Your Poses

The photographer has likely been doing it long enough to know how position everyone effectively to get the most out of your session and still conform to the time crunch. If you have multiple people, come to the set already knowing who is going in which pictures, whether that be mom, dad, baby, then just baby, or having a group of 10 and separating it into the three individual families, the large one, then the kids. Know who’s getting in the pictures, then let the photographer decide how everyone is placed, they will know better than you. You could come in with your own pose if you know what you want to do, notify them before you start, not during the session, they will have a rhythm they will want to stick to for efficiency sake.

• Don’t Worry About the Print Outs

The photographer is most likely the one sending the photos to be printed. 95% of the time they have already chosen the best photo. You may be able to ask to look at the rest of the file but most of the time you’ll just choose the same picture the photographer choose UNLESS you wanted a different pose printed out, for example wanting the one of the baby by themselves instead of all the kids, or taking the screaming baby photo over the one of the baby and Santa looking at each other. To save time and not be in the way, trust that the photographer has done this before.

• Warn the Workers of Special Needs

If you have a child with special needs, please tell the workers that beforehand so they can prepare as you work your way up. Most sets are flexible when it comes to anyone with a light or sound sensitivity or if you need more room for Wheelchair accessibility.

• Merry Christmas vs Happy Holidays

Some employees are going to say Merry Christmas, some are going to say Happy Holidays. Both are fine. Accept that. I personally have had issues with a Jewish family who got upset with me, on a Santa set, saying Merry Christmas. I have also had people get mad at me for saying Happy Holidays instead of Merry Christmas. If you have a problem with either, in a setting like that, you are a terrible person. Just because it is a Santa set does not mean we can’t acknowledge and let others celebrate their own holiday during the season for these special and magical holidays. On that same note, Santa is more famous as an icon of Christmas, even if celebrated by other cultures, it is not an insult to say Merry Christmas in a Christmas setting. Just say Thanks, you too, and move on if you really have a problem.

• Put Personal Cameras Away

Parents we see you sneaking pictures and videos on your phone. You aren’t sly about it, nor are you unique for thinking about it. While we hate it, remember that outside of the set is not property of the set, it’s the property of the mall and we cannot dictate what you do outside of the set. Inside the set, unless told so, assume that you will be told to put away any recording devices away or be forced off the set. I cannot stress enough that the same rules apply to Video as they do for Pictures. You cannot be charged for any pictures or video you take outside the set. Do what you will with that information.

• Treat Workers with Respect

This is a seasonal job, which means hourly workers. Basically minimum wage workers. Please treat them with the same respect you would want shown to you. Without them you don’t get the memories of your kids first Christmas with Santa or the massive group photo with your extended family. Kicking out one customer does not change how much they get paid, don’t be that one customer we all get to talk about for the rest of the season.

I’ll try to answer any questions you have or clarify anything I need to.

Hey F(21), so long story short I was going to the bathroom & I heard my parents talking about me but it was more of my dad than my mom, my dad is judge mental & kind of verbally abusive, so I felt a kind of way & told my mom how I felt about because judging me is crazy, I overheard my dad saying what am I doing with a 19 year old & I’m 21 my bf turns 20 in December, we’re only 1 year apart so I don’t see anything wrong with that, & then he turns around & say why don’t I get a college boyfriend like if that’s not what I want why are you worried about it???

So I went & talked to my mom I told her I wanted to move out next year after I graduate & after I get a job that’s in my field & she told me she don’t want me to move out because alot of stuff be happening & that I’m a girl and us women get it worser than men, which I understand but I’m a grown ass woman now that’s my decision to make not yours, I don’t know what’s with them trying to make this decision for me I will be 22 next year after I graduate college, you shouldn’t even be making decisions for me after that. She told me rent is high, & that I wouldn’t even want to be paying that much in rent plus a car notes & other small bills & the nerves of her to tell me that I’m not ready, if I wasn’t ready I wouldn’t even be considering moving out.

And then she had the nerves to guilt trip me asking me “so you want to leave me” like umm yes I do I’m ready to leave out of this depressing house, like am I wrong for wanting to move out? Can anyone give me tips, advice? I desperately want to move out.

I (22F) just got married on Friday. It was a gorgeous day and everything went perfectly except for my aunt. For context: we rarely get together as a family, they only get invited to larger milestones such as weddings. Her one son (25M) cycles through girlfriends, and my rule for the wedding was they had to be dating longer than a year in order to be invited as a plus 1. This is the. Same stipulation my sister had at her wedding a year prior and the same aunt caused issues about this so I should’ve seen this coming. Anyways two weeks before the wedding we saw each other at a family baptism. And found out my cousin had a new girlfriend! Shocker. She did seem super sweet, I have nothing against her. So I spoke with my aunt and told her final number were in for the venue for food, but since she lives in the same town as the reception she could come at 9 once all the formalities were finished. She seemed pleased with this and said she would pass along the message. Didn’t think anything of it until the wedding day. Cousins new gf was at the church. I thought okay that’s not a big deal whatever. But after the church we were doing extended family photos - she was there. With my cousin inviting her not any pic he’s in. At that point I was pissed but it was cold and I wanted to be done with pics so I let it slide. Once photos finished and were waiting for dinner cousins gf is still there! So I go to talk to my mom and ask what is up like did she know anything. And she’s like aunt talked to me today saying that cousins gf is coming and we’ll all just scoop food off our plate for her. Didn’t talk to me at all. And it’s not even about the food but like physical place settings. I had individualized cards for everyone and everything neatly laid out and she just pulled up a chair to cousins table. All my siblings who spoke to her all said she’s so sweet and likely did not know she wasn’t even invited and more likely my entitled aunt said she could come and that it was fine. My mom told me it’s okay and to not get worked up about it since my grandparents who came from overseas were here for the wedding too. I didn’t say anything to them and they never spoke to me the entire evening. Now I am wondering if I should message my aunt and say how incredibly disrespectful her behaviour is, or if I should just let it go. Most of my family is telling my to get over it and saying oh that’s just who she is but she shouldn’t be able to get away with that. So what should I do? If I should message her what should I even say??

TW: S*icide, self harm, and depression mentions (please take care of yourselves)

TLDR at bottom, in case it's too long :)

To start off, I (14) have been dealing with mental problems since 5th grade, and my parents know. They've gotten me help, like a psychiatric nurse practitioner and a therapist, as well as medication. I have two younger siblings, twins, both 13. My parents are 58 and 60.

So, I can't tell if my parents are just strict, or if they're more than that. I don't think they're abusive. They don't hit me or stop me from doing things. I also think it's probably normal (???) for them to take away electronics at night (phone, tablet, TV remote). However, they usually mock me and guilt trip me. My dad has called me and my siblings hermits before. They say I'm addicted to my phone and my siblings their iPads. It makes me really upset when they mock or guilt trip me, and I've talked to them about it. My dad says he calls us those things 'because they're true'.

My parents also make comments sometimes about how I'm out of shape, despite me being one of the most athletic kids in my P.E. class. I'm sure they're just saying that because I'm not skinny. On the other end, they scold my sibling for not eating enough and being too skinny. They (my sibling uses they/them, just putting this here not to confuse with parents) have a metabolism that works in a way where no matter how much they eat, they stay pretty skinny.

My parents also compare me and my sibling to our sister, who is rather quiet and conserved. She's also easily influenced by the guilt tripping my mom does. We've all talked about it together and feel the same way about our parents. I've talked to my therapist about it. She said that I should ignore them, unless they say something that makes me really upset, then I should confront them. I've done so, but they just shut me down and say I'm overreacting.

I have separate problems with both my mom and dad. I feel like my mom ignores me and my feelings, and I feel like my dad doesn't understand how me and my siblings feel (despite him saying he's been depressed in the past).

I won't go too far into details, but my mom constantly forgets things I tell her or important things relating to me. One example is birth control. I'm taking birth control at the moment to stop my period, as I get depressed due to hormonal changes when it starts (it also helps get rid of gender dysphoria when I don't have a period). My mom forgot important information that the doctor told her relating to the pills I take and gave me the wrong ones, which caused me to feel very depressed. After we got it fixed, I told my therapist about it with my mom in the room and she pretended that she didn't accidentally give me the wrong pills. I told her about it, and she still acted as if she didn't know.

My dad normally talks about how my siblings and I are lazy and unhealthy. He also says things like: "But you're still a girl" and "Uh oh, looks like you're reverting back to a girl" when talking about my gender. He acknowledges that I identify as non-binary, but get's kind of upset when I try to correct him to use the right pronouns or tell him I'm not a girl. He constantly mocks me and my siblings, which has caused all of us to be very self-conscious. My sibling has talked to me about them hating themselves, which I feel too. I've even gone so far as to self harm, which my parents just seem to get upset at me about.

I also feel nervous talking to them about mental things, as I've talked about wanting to kill myself in the past. When I talked about that, they only told me to stop being selfish and to 'think of the impact that would have on your siblings'. I even told them and a doctor about a suicide plan before. It involved jumping into a canal (the canals where I live are very dangerous and can easily drown a person). Their reaction: "Well the canals are dry this time of year, so good luck with that!"

I felt absolutely horrible. It felt like they weren't taking it seriously.

They've said they're worried about me, but I don't really feel like it. I'm feeling constantly oppressed and upset when I'm around them, but I feel guilty about it considering all that my parents have done for me. Any ideas on what I should do?

TLDR; Parents mock and ignore me and my siblings. I've talked to them about it, but they continue. Overall, they make us feel horrible and self-conscious.

My long-distance friend (m15) recently came out as trans (f to m) to his very conservative Christian parents. In response, they seized all of his devices and sent him to a private Christian school. I can no longer talk to him and I wish I could do something to help him. Does anybody have any advice on what to do?

I went out to dinner with my mom tonight, even though I don't see her often. I am in the process of growing a beard. When she saw my face as I arrived at her house to pick her up, she reacted negatively, questioning why I would show up with facial hair, knowing that she hates it. I had been shaving my head bald until I left for college, and I always shaved when I came home for the holidays.

This time, I stood my ground on my decision to keep my facial hair. She started throwing things at me and yelling about how I was disrespecting her and breaking my promise never to grow hair on my body, as she believes it is only for "losers and the uneducated." I ended up going back to my place and just finished dealing with a visit from the cops, who came to interview me. My mom has been calling me nonstop, threatening that I will be fired from my job because of my beard, and saying that she will call my company to complain.

Despite everything, I still feel like I failed as a son tonight because I wasn't clean-shaven and had facial hair.

I don't think I can hit rock bottom like this.

Hello 👋, I wanted to rant about why I have hit a rock bottom in my life right about now. Well the majority of the cause is my father. My dear old father being the ass he is had invested money in real estate lands in a third world country to settle down, that also happens to be our motherland.

I am a 20(f) have lived the entirety of my life in gulf and my father has crossed 27 years. I was born in gulf and I love gulf very much Honestly I feel like gulf is more of my homeland but because of the gulf treatment of expats and not giving citizenship where it is due, we are stuck in a place where we have to go back to our motherland since my father will be retiring. Here is the kicker, in our group of expats usually they have a house that they have build or brought a house where they can settle into immediately but my dear old ass of a father invested his money ( life times worth of money ) about 60 million in real estate where 40 million money was robbed. The money that sum was robbed by 2 people one is a Dr who used to be my mom classmate in medical school and his real estate agent. They lied the land prices to us and about other legal documentation in proccesing of that land and the registration proccess leaving us with many of the land is still in air because my father gave all that money in advance and the documentation has been not entirely solid or is not done in our name due to travel issue and being outside of the country leaving the lands not in our possession or in anyone's. Leaving it in air. Also this money was given to them in full cash so there is nothing we can do to get it back and there was no written legalisation as he trusted this doctor so much. Leaving us empty handed .

My father being the ass he is zero'ed his bank account despite me and my mom saying no multiple times and trying to reason with him into buying a house or building a house and not to mention saying him to give the money after the proccedings was done and the land in our hand but no he did not listen leaving us in a messy nest with the doctor filling a case ( which is false ) saying WE ROBBED HIS 40 MILLION , PLEASE HE DID NOT EVEN SEE THAT MUCH MONEY IN HIS ENTIRE LIFE !, i want to make you people focus on a fact that this case filling is happe ing now and the buying took place 4 years back now my father is retiring in comming 5 months. He wasted this money . NOT TO MENTION HE IS A ANDREW TATE OF A GUY SO he did not let my mom do her job either, so he is a sole earner. He wont let me do a job because he says I have to be married to do a job. Now we are stuck in a pandemonium. We have no where to go , no where to stay. We can't even build a house at this rate and nothing can be done. We can't even buy an apartment or a ready made house since we have zero money. We are living paycheck to paycheck and he won't even listen to us when we say we want to stay with our maternal grandma, he is not even agreeing to stay in the same town as her because his jackal of a father said the wife side is always bad.

I swear I wanna curse him and chew him out. This stupid man has no idea that he is a sole breadmaker of our family and understand that he ruined our lives and won't let others keep the money or property they have !. He sold all my mothers property and now we are here ... 40 million in others bank account. They have brought houses , cars and whatnot by my fathers money and here I am thinking of not buying a 20 dollar dish soap which is on discount. I hate my father.

He won't even let me do a job. I can't go anywhere else or live alone because I am Eastern Asian. Making my situation even worse because I have to depend on this moss head to pay for my studies, my marriage, even day to day things which is extremely annoying and embarrassing , i dont want to depend on him and since i am studying and non of my degrees are finished ( i am doining 3 degrees) i cant even do a job. He says its okay as it is the custom of my people and the thing is daughters have it much worse....he won't even let me get a part time job so I could save up some money. Hell he won't even let me learn to drive. As soon as I say I will be independent he will do something in my life that I have to depend on his ass. I hate this man.

So context: I was on the phone with my mom and talking to her about how I felt when she abused me when I was 15 (now 16 turning 17) and how her boyfriend was a pedophile and a creep, I was 8 when he tried to be a creep with my older sister (12) friends, she taken me out of the house and I didn’t know what went wrong, but recently she said that my moms boyfriend was trying to be flirty to her teenage friends and my mom was not home, she was doing collage at that time. Recently I moved out because of this and my mom abused me and my siblings and now we are living in my grandparents

So I tried to talk to my mom about this and how I don’t want to see him ever again.

She blows up on my face about it and blamed me for being a punk, saying that I abused her and he was not a pedophile and my sister was wrong, (she threw me in the wall ones and hit me a lot) and told me that I should of not hit her (i hit her ones because she slapped me and punched me for getting into trouble)

Did I do something wrong, I got autism and neurological disorders and I don’t got a good sense of writing so if you guys need explaining please dm me or comment

My mom sent this today after the call:

“For real stop contacting me I told you before if you feel that way about me stop contacting me!! If you say I am a fucking abusive pos than leave me alone! Enjoy your made up bullshit that gets you attention and wish you the best! Love your abusive pos mom!!”

Edit: Preditor not predito

So... First off, I'm 25 and currently staying with my mom. I'm currently unemployed after quitting McDonald's due to murnout and mental health issues and i can't get hired by any place I've applied to. They deny my applications since I graduated high school (which was in 2018). She's making me put all of my electronics in a box (phone,switch,laptop)...

But she wants me to look for jobs. I can't do that if she's making me lock my electronics up. Or contact people since my phone service is suspended since I dont have any money to pay it. She went to bed an hour ago but I've had to sneak and lie to use my own devices that I've paid for... I only have a limited time to use my phone before she comes down and forces me to put it up.

She says that I'm "too attached" and that I can't do anything without my devices. Which is kind of true. But she wants me to do job applying the "old-fashioned way" which is going out in person and applying but everything is online now.

She thinks that jobs grow on trees and that I can a job asap. It's not that simple... I just wish she understood that. I don't have any other place to go and barely any money to my name.