I 26F have been on and off with this guy 28M for almost 3 years. I really do love him but he’s just awful to me… spent 5 days with me, went home and suddenly got a text that’s in the first screenshot. I had no idea how to respond to it because these things have happened so many times in those three years. He gets pissed for some reason, tries to provoke me and absolutely wears me down with his words. I love him but I’m just so tired of the verbal beat-downs.

So I guess, AIO by blocking him?

Yesterday my boyfriend and I were about to leave for the gym together. I threw on a blue workout top with black shorts, something simple and comfortable that I've worn a bunch of times before with zero issues.

Right as we were walking out the door, he stopped and said the color of the top looked "kind of weird" and that people were gonna stare at me if I wore it. He asked me to go change into something more "normal" before we left.

I was kind of caught off guard honestly. It's just a blue top, nothing flashy, nothing revealing. I actually liked how it looked on me and felt comfortable in it, which is kind of the whole point of gym clothes.

I don't mind if he has opinions on my outfits every now and then, that's a normal couple thing. But this felt less like "hey I think this color doesn't suit you" and more like he was worried about how other people at the gym would perceive me, and wanted me to change based on that. It just didn't sit right with me.

I ended up just going along with it because I didn't want to start an argument right before working out, but I've been thinking about it since. Am I overreacting for being annoyed about this?

I’m 25f, bf (well now ex) is 23m. We were in the car and talking about some personal stuff. I didn’t realise and he hadn’t warned me that at some point his buddy called him and he picked up and put us on speaker. Keep in mind his buddy wasn’t by himself either, it sounded like there were several other of my exe’s friends in the room.

Well I was complaining that I’m horny as hell and that we hadn’t had sex in two days and that I’m ovulating etc…. I was literally whining “baaaabe it’s been like two days” and said some incredibly nsfw things that I wouldn’t say in front of anybody else.

Suddenly my bf/ ex said “See boys, I told you I won’t make it tonight. Girlfriend is in heat”

Suddenly I heard a bunch of dudes erupt in laughter and hooting and hollering and whistles.
I was so shocked I wanted the ground to swallow me. I covered my mouth and told my ex to end the call and he was just grinning stupid and ended it.

I felt so incredibly humiliated that he did this and it is genuinely the first time he pulled a stunt like this.

However he knows how private I am so it’s like he chose to do the most hurtful and embarrassing thing to me.

AIO for breaking up with him on the spot? He’s distraught and keeps apologising but in my heart I can’t get over how he belittled me.

All of my friends think I overreacted and that I should be flattered etc.

So I wanted some options on whether or not I'm going too far. My wife and I are expecting our first and we don't really want to announce it online. We're pretty private people and don't really want people coming out of the woodwork to talk to us. (If they haven't talked to us in years they can continue not talking to us) Here is the dilemma we're facing, I'm adamant on not letting my MIL put it on Facebook, my wife doesn't want the attention and I don't want my child to be a topic on there before they are born. My MIL says she "has to" because she has so many friends she doesn't see all the time so she can't tell them in person and the way she worded it is she's essentially jealous of all her friends showing off their grandchildren. My wife thinks we should fold because she doesn't want to make her mom feel bad but I want to stand my ground. Am I overreacting in this?

I should also include that we're not on Facebook so whatever is posted we aren't going to see anyways.

EDIT: I'm going to include this because there seems to be Alot of the same. We don't want it on Facebook as a public forum then people reaching out to us and things of that sort. Our family can tell people they see or know but we would rather it stay offline

I feel like im overreacting but i just want more input. My boyfriend has body dysmorphia and recently got a gym membership. I feel as if he doesn’t even need it, he’s about 5’9-5’10 and 200lbs, but most of it is already pure muscle due to the position he plays in sports. He used to weigh more back when we started dating, but has lost most of it due to playing many different sports and stuff. All he has is a little pudge on his stomach which I think is perfect, but he doesn’t and insists im lying. I digress though.

Every time I ask to hang out with him, he seems to never want to any more, unless he wants to do.. you know. I feel a little bit cast aside. I understand that he wants to use his membership and stuff, but we haven’t seen each other in a while. I just feel like im constantly getting blown off. AIO?

also sorry that the text on screen seems so childish and possibly confusing. I was cooking and im pretty sure he was driving. Thanks for your input in advance.

EDIT: thank you all for your input. I realized I left a lot of stuff out so I’ll put it all here.

He goes to the gym for 5 hours sometimes, and usually every day of the week. I don’t know how someone can entertain themselves for that long lol. I can’t go with him because I have a heart condition and am unable to lift weights. I have a membership that I got before he got his to do cardio with.

We are young, I’ll admit that and probably get clowned. We’ve been together for 2 years. Hes not a gym bro, he eats solely junk food when he’s with me unless i really push him to get something healthy, which he usually gets pissy at.

I am in no way unsupportive of him going. At all. That’s the least thing I want to give him. I am extremely happy that he has this and gets to be comfortable in his own skin. I’ll update more if I miss any more info.

Hello over-reactionaries. A bit of backstory to set the stage:

I went through a divorce about two years ago and it hit me like a brick in the face. The divorce went honestly about as well as it could have as we didn’t want to cause each other any unnecessary frustration through the process, but it still tore my heart out all the same. I truly loved her and honestly thought we had a solid relationship that would last forever.

We had met through music. She was a rocker girl, and at some point she came to a show that my band was opening (I play guitar). We hit it off and spent the next decade and a half together. I still pursued the touring musician life for a while, but that can be a starving gig and at some point it was putting too much financial strain and distance on our life together and I made the call to stop. I still did music as a hobby and would help bands out here or there as fill-in or studio help, but I developed a career outside of that world and basically hung up my dream. We were still actively going to concerts together as our common interest was still this amazing music. We moved a few times for each other’s career ambitions, and eventually made it to where we are now and began going to shows here too.

At some point we made friends with a locally, well-known band here. Great band, very talented, signed to a good label, but kind of a ‘bigger-over-there-and -not-here’ kind of situation with a real audience in Europe. But somehow we got really friendly with them to the point where we would hang out together, and not just at their gigs. We even invited them over for my (ex-)wife’s birthday party that year, and we all grew closer in a brief amount of time. When the divorce happened, there was a feeling nagging in me that she may have met someone else, and I couldn’t shake that I knew who it was. It was confirmed when three weeks into our separation (where we were still living together but in separate rooms), she told me she was spending the weekend at a “friend’s” house. I just knew. In my heart of hearts I knew she had feelings for that band’s drummer. To the point where on Monday even I even asked how - let’s call him John - was doing? She sheepishly asked how I knew, to which I replied that I didn’t until she just confirmed it. A complicated, 9-month co-habitation later, we sold our home we co-owned, they moved in together, and I moved to a different suburb. They got married a few months into getting their home, and we all tried to stay cordial and polite when we’d run into each other, but also because we still share custody of our two dogs. She swears she never cheated on me, but I can’t shake that everything seemed to move really damn quick to be coincidental.

Anyways…to today’s predicament.

She texts me today and for once it isn’t about the dogs, it’s her saying that John needs to meet with me. I found it odd, but I didn’t want to be impolite, so I agree and we find a bar close to her home and she and John both meet me there alongside the band’s singer, David. After two initial sips of my first beer, I ask what’s up? They tell me that the band is in a predicament. John says they have a small tour booked in about three weeks, but out of nowhere their guitarist informed them he was stepping back from the band to go back to college and finish his degree. An alert sounded in my brain suggesting I knew where this was going, but let’s hear the words come out of his mouth anyway. David says “we really need a fill-in guitarist for this run and we thought of you.” My jaw dropped a bit, as John and David start rattling off some logistics, and I have to confess I tuned out for a bit. I snapped back to John talking about how I’d really be helping them out were I to agree to do it. Then they both just look at me waiting for an answer.

I slowly lose it. I start seething, and all of a sudden my resentment for the way my marriage ended becomes tangible. I start raising my voice and begin asking John “wait, wait, WAITAminute!!! Are you seriously asking me to help out YOUR band?!” John and David get taken aback, and I continue. “Basically, becoming your FAN back in the day essentially led to my marriage imploding! And now you want me to play with you?!? You want me to ‘help you out’ like I’m NOT the guy your new wife bailed on to link up with you?!”

At this point David puts up his hands, and starts to be like “whoa dude, relax!” John says “hey, man…come on, we’ve been very cool with each other and we’ve been very mature up to this point. Why would you say that?” I reply that I knew he was with my ex-wife within three weeks of the start of our breakup, and that just seems very strange, to know she was moving on that quick with someone who was a shared friend at the time. He responded with “dude, I swear I never did anything with (my ex) while you were together. We had talked a bit before, at some point she said she had left you and wanted to hang out. One thing led to another and then to this!” David then chimes in with “Come on man don’t be like this! We’ve all moved on, right?”
“I may have moved on as much as two years can allow, but that doesn’t change that there are still suspicions and questions I can’t help but still wonder about. And you both are dense as fuck to not have considered that before asking me here today to offer me a gig! I’m sorry, but you didn’t stop to think how fucking awkward this might be? Or how awkward it could get if weird questions about your relationship or my past relationship with the same woman could be?”
They just looked dumbfounded. I felt in that moment I finally got something hard and deep off of my chest. I felt both sick, rage-fueled, and somehow cathartic at the same time. “I’m sorry, but fuck you!” And I left.
My ex-wife tried calling six times and then texted me a few times asking me to call her. I feel bad, but I feel like I finally let something out that had been eating at me for too long. The one time I picked up the phone she was crying! Screaming “I can’t believe you would ever think I would have cheated on you!” John was in the background, and all I heard him say to her was to try and tell me he was sorry if this came off weird and he wasn’t trying to upset me.

Did I overreact? I don’t know, but something in me just wanted to scream this out at some point and oddly I feel like a weight got lifted off. At the same time I feel all maturity I had about this situation up to this point just went straight out the window.

My husband and I have been married for four years. We have had our ups and downs, but I always believed we trusted each other. few weeks ago, I noticed he was always smiling at his phone and turning the screen away whenever I walked in. At first, I told myself I was just thinking too much, but something is not right. One evening, he left his phone on the kitchen table while he went to take a shower. I was not planning to look through it, but a message popped up with a woman’s name I had never heard before. I picked up the phone and opened the chat. My heart go spoiled when I realized it was his ex. They had been texting for weeks. Most of the messages were about work and old memories, but there were also a few messages where they joked about the time they dated.

When he came out of the bathroom, I asked him why he had been talking to her without telling me. He looked surprised that I knew and quickly said it was nothing. He said she reached out because she needed advice, and he did not tell me because he knew I would get upset. That answer only made me more angry. We started arguing, and I asked him if he still had feelings for her. He kept saying no, but I found it hard to believe.

The argument got worse. I told him I could not trust him anymore and even packed a small bag because I

wanted to leave for a few days. He begged me to stay and said he had never cheated on me. He admitted that hiding the messages was wrong and apologized for keeping it a secret. He even offered to block her and promised to be more open with me from then on. After calming down, I started thinking about everything again. I realized the messages were not romantic, but what hurt me the most was that he chose to hide them instead of being honest from the beginning. I know I let my emotions take over, and maybe threatening to leave was too much. At the same time, I feel like anyone would be hurt after finding out their husband had been secretly texting an ex. Now I keep asking myself, was I overreacting, or was my reaction normal after what happened?

Throw Away due to being very active in my main account.

My (35f) partner (35m) drove 5 hours north of our home with our 8m old and dog to dipnet for salmon. We were meeting his parents (60s) and some of their family friends(35f/50m) plus their employee and friend (20s?). We planned to arrive sometime Wednesday, fish all day Thursday and pack to leave Friday morning. The fishing spot is about 4 miles away from the camping spot only accessible by off road vehicles. Cell Service is not reliable/available after about 30 miles from where we live in that direction.

My partner left before 7 am to bring the key for the Side by Side that had been accidently left in partners truck to his dad where the side by side was because his dad was hauling it to the fishing spot. My partner was gone for 3 hours "dropping the key off" which turned into him helping with other things for them. While I was at home taking care of packing, getting myself, baby and dog ready. His parents were able to leave a few hours before us because my partner helping them over helping me. I was able to eat a quick slice of cold pizza but was too busy packing/tending to baby to get more food in me.

I had already prepared and packed 2 dinners/2+ breakfasts to be reheated on our camp oven but getting everything staged near our SUV to get loaded up was a lot of work. We left around noon to head to the spot, arriving a little before 5pm. When we got there, my partner and I started to set up camp: me unpacking the SUV/ setting up camp kitchen with baby on my back while he got the tent out.

His mom came over to "help" which was her just standing there asking if he was glad he went to higher education to which he sort of brushed off "oh, yeah mom"

(which felt like a dig at me because last time I took her and baby to lunch and she brought up college, I told her I was not going to force our daughter to go to college. In fact, I encourage trades school or working up in a trades field because not everything needs a college degree but it will be my daughters choice. Partner was forced to go by his mom and regrets it even though he would never tell her)

When I was at a stopping point of what I could do with a baby on my back without help, I turned to help my partner with the tent. It was a brand new canvas tent that is compatible for a wood stove that we are both really excited about for future trips but being brand new, there was a slight learning curve. When I asked him if the tent needed to be spun in a different direction (door might not have been in an ideal position) his mother told me to just leave it alone. I ignored her and continued to try to talk it out about with my partner about where out camp kitchen was going, where we thought the door should be, etc. When we got the main tent up and we were trying to figure out the awning his mother said "just leave it, it doesn't matter, it is just a tent" and I kindly told her that it was our tent and we needed to figure out the best way to have our home for the next few days and there was no rush to setting up then I went to go to sit the car way from the bugs to feed and change baby and when I got out his dad was helping and the awning was nearly finished.

As soon as he finished with the tent and I started to transfer out bedding into the tent and set up our daughter to a spot to play, safely away from the mosquitos while we finished setting up camp, I overheard his dad talking to my partner about them leaving for the fishing spot soon/needing multiple trips to get everyone over I got frustrated because our camp was not set up and it is really hard to do some of it with the needs of a baby alone. It was dinner time and I was ready to get the camp kitchen going to make dinner. I still needed my partners help to finish. He popped in to the tent and when I asked if what I heard was correct, if he was leaving me to finish setting up alone. He said "yes, everyone was waiting on him to get started" and he "was the only one who could drive the side by side and they did not want to wait any longer." I sort of shut down. I felt trapped in not being supported. I told him I was resentful his parents needs were a bigger priority then myself/our daughter. He stopped to help with bedding but left everything else to me.

As I was trying to unpack, his mom came and stood outside the tent looking in, saying nothing as I was getting our space set up and I was chatted with my daughter with what she was playing with. Her and I were having fun with a couple of toys while I was unpacking, getting gear tucked away. Finally his mom (had just been watching us silently) asked if something was wrong and I said "No, I am just getting unpacked" I know this was a lie but I do not feel comfortable with his mom and she does not need to know our relationship struggles. She told me she would be back in 20 minutes to play with baby. (although she never came back)

At this point, I am realizing that I am very hungry but getting the camp kitchen set up would be too difficult with baby on my back with the mosquito net plus I packed each meal specifically to be reheated and eaten for 2 people and then cleaned up as we were in bear country so I did not want to leave half of the meal out/ go through the labor of cleaning up the same meal twice. I played with baby for while till my hunger was too much, grabbed a snack stick and a drink of water and realized it was baby's bedtime. At this point, I had not eaten a real meal since that cold slice of pizza first thing in the morning.

I had just got baby to sleep when my partner popped back in and woke her up. Clearly (to me at least) he had been drinking and/or smoking and asked if our walkie talkies had been working. I said no, they weren't working. Then he told me we was heading back out to take the next batch of people to the spot. I told him I was planning on leaving first thing in the morning because I did not feel supported and that he needed to pick out what he needed as I was going to leave as early as possible and he likely would still be asleep. He told me planned on fishing as late and as early as possible.

After he left, baby was not going back to sleep and I was uncomfortable and just fed up. I was thinking about how our 8m has a hard time with long car rides, when I am on my own I have to pull over frequently unless baby is asleep. So I decided it would be in my best interest to pack baby, dog and all our stuff and leave then as to take advantage of her (typically longer) nighttime sleep. I tried to separate all my partner's basic necessities from the car and our gear for him to use but packed up everything else. (The camp kitchen is my set up from before we got together and he would not know how to fold it up what collapses.)

I left a note " went home so baby would sleep on the way"

I got home at 2 am. I am running on about 3 hours of sleep and am just fed. up. Am I overacting by leaving because my partner is making his parent's( and random other adults) needs a bigger priority then my and our babies needs?

edit: typos. this mama is dyslexic and tired.

second edit: to fix more typos/add context

SMALL UPDATE: Partner messaged me around 3 pm. They got "skunked" and he was on his way home. Looks like we are going to start having this conversation sooner then I thought (wasn't supposed to be home for one more day) I am feeling firm and confident and calm about how I feel about his actions on the fishing trip. We will see what he has to say.

My girlfriend (f22) has an online friend (m23) she’s known for a while. A few months ago they wanted to go on a trip to Europe together, just the two of them. I said no, that it’s not normal for a single guy to go on a vacation alone with a woman in a long-term relationship. She argued with me a lot but eventually dropped it.

Now this guy has flown to our city to see her in person. While here, he’s lent her his $3,500 gaming laptop with no return date mentioned at all, and took her to Best Buy to buy her a $530 gaming headset.

I told her this isn’t normal friend behavior and that the whole thing feels off to me. She and this friend both insist I’m overreacting, and she’s even suggested it might just be a “culture” thing on my end since I’m not from here.
We’ve been fighting about this for days. I don’t think I’m being controlling, I just think expensive gifts and no-return-date loans from a guy who wanted to take her on a solo international trip are pretty clear signals, regardless of what anyone’s calling it.

Am I overreacting here for pushing back??

Me(30 m) and my boyfriend (35 m). Long story shorty is that I used to work out religiously and then I stopped because my boyfriend told me that I shouldn’t be spending too much time away. That was about 6ish years ago. I know how it sounds and yes I know I look ridiculous. I have gained weight in these years and my boyfriend has even jokingly asked if I wanted to take ozempic. I decided to get back into the gym and make it a priority again. My boyfriend goes every morning without fail and I’ve never had a problem with it even though he leaves me to handle the household and our pets (we both work but he does work more hours on his feet). Anyways I asked him if I could use his hand chalk before I went to the gym this morning because I tend to sweat and I just like a firm grip. He told me that it’s ridiculous that I need the chalk and I’m not even doing any type of work outs that would require it. It bothered me all day and this evening when I brought it up he basically stated what he said again. I got up and went downstairs to the couch and when I got up to leave, he made a comment under his breath about me leaving and I asked him what he said and he said back “are you still here?”. Was I over reacting by being bothered enough to go sleep on the couch?

I (F23) have had a stalker for around 2 years, I met him online through gaming and only had him added for around 2 weeks before quickly realizing he was weird and dangerous and blocking him.

I have been with my boyfriend for almost 5 months now and last month I got new messages on a new account from my stalker, which my boyfriend saw. My boyfriend asked who it was and after I explained the situation he decided he wanted to mess with the guy from my phone. He started sending him messages like "I miss you" and "I keep fighting feelings for you" and was trying to get my stalker to call me so he could tell him it was actually him sending these messages and to leave me alone.

That did end up happening and I recieved messages the next morning from my stalkers friends calling me and my boyfriend names. Everyone was quickly blocked, but my boyfriend thought he needed to mess with him again and asked for his number to shoot him a text pretending to be a girl. I told my boyfriend that it wasnt a good idea and to just leave it alone but he did it anyways and immediately started receiving phone calls from 3 different numbers.

My boyfriend and I were on a call while this was happening and he eventually hung up to answer a call, after 5 minutes I started getting worried and shot him a message asking what was going on, 15 minutes later he called me back and said my stalker had made up lies about me and said I was the crazy one who wanted him and was talking shit about me the entire time and even threatened to show up at both mine and my boyfriends house. I immediately got irritated not only with what was being said about me but also because my boyfriend didn't defend me besides for saying "I dont think you're telling the truth".

I told my boyfriend I was irritated because he unnecessarily started more drama with someone I want nothing to do with and I had already said I was uncomfortable with it happening then answered the call and let me get talked down on and lied about for 15 minutes and did nothing. He said he had gotten scared after hearing that the guy might show up at his house and wanted to get on his good side but why even take the call or send the text in the first place if you weren't gonna do anything?

After I explained why I was upset with the situation, my boyfriend started crying and said he was going to bed. I dont think im wrong for being irritated, I understand being scared after that, but he knew what kind of person he was before sending the message and did it anyways because he wanted to "get back" at him. So am I overreacting?

My parents and I have a rocky relationship. In my early 20s, they were very controlling of my friends, my job, butter, my location at all times, my money, movies I saw, whenever I left the house. They would not take my "nos," so to speak. So I moved out without telling them until day of a year ago.

A close friend of mine died half a year ago. I refuse to talk about it with them because he didn't like them, and they viewed him as a bad influence. When they heard I was upset he died, they got onto me for the relationship first. I have told them repeatedly I won't talk about it. They asked how I was doing spiritually (religious background) considering it, and I gave a short but further "I don't want to talk about it" answer.

Last time we met up, they asked how I was doing spiritually again (we had been talking about nothing serious immediately before). I said I didn't want to talk about it as in my head, it's a backdoor to ask about my friend's death. They asked why. I said I don't want to talk about it. Multiple times. I wasn't rude or loud or angry. I just said no.

My dad got up upset and left my house without a word.

He came back after like 15 minutes when my mom was waiting in the car for him to give a "where's everybody" and a hug.

Now, they're saying that my words were a "knife to the heart" and his response was mature and a good coping mechanism considering I've shut them out of a lot of things and I just need to practice conversations and understanding their perspective so the relationship can improve.

AIO for refusing to meet with them one-on-one in person because of their response to me?

I had a friend who was very fortunate and inherited over $500,000 along with her spouse from their spouses grandparent. Together her and spouse outright bought a nice home in a very expensive Canadian city that we lived in. None of our other friends were remotely in the position to even buy a home so we saw them as extremely lucky.

Anyhow, I moved to Europe a couple years after this, and friend and her husband also decided to move to the same country I’m in. They couldn’t find any rental accommodation so they moved in to our rental with us. They had very little money at the time as they were not working, so I took her to the day spa one day to treat her and to relax a bit.

Were were chatting all day. While we were in the sauna she told me that her husband had an uncle he never met before in Sweden and she wanted to try and find him to visit him. The reason she wanted to visit him was just in case he had any money or property to give to them when he died. She said that, “once you get an inheritance you really want to chase more of those kind of opportunities“.

I was flabbergasted and immediately lost respect for her. I didn’t say anything at the time but just laid there with my mouth wide open. She lived with me for a while after that and did a few things that bugged me but it was mostly that comment that ended things for me. I just totally lost respect for her.

I kind of just kind of slowly emotionally door slammed her after that. Her comment just grossed me out so bad.

Was this an overreaction of my part?

Context: my sister planned to go on holiday to Italy with someone. That someone couldn't go anymore because of an emergency situation. She had initially asked me if I want to join and I declined because I had some issues going on in my life. Then when she told me that the other person can no longer go with her and asked again if I'm sure I don't want to. The hotel and flight couldn't be cancelled anymore. And I thought 'ah what the hell let me enjoy a little, my problems can be dealt with when I'm back'. So I decided to go on holiday with her. I asked how much I should pay for the flight and hotel and she said 'don't worry I'll cover it'. While she earns a lot more than me, I still didn't feel comfortable not paying but accepted this in the end. She said just bring €200 I'll cover the rest there too. I decided to take €600 instead. Used it all up there.

On the last day we ended up having an argument. It was about my boyfriend.

If you're interested in what the argument was about, I have posted about it here: https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoHotTakes/s/sDCrcJUmV6

After the argument she said she will send me a bill for every single thing she paid for. Mind you in Italy it wasn't like she was paying for everything. Sometimes I paid for dinner, sometimes she did. It was 50/50. I accepted the flight and hotel because she insisted. So in the end I transferred her the money for my share of the flight and hotel. She has a habit of 'punishing people' after an argument. And that hurts me so much. Even if I was the one in the wrong in that argument, would this be justified?

I felt extremely hurt. Am I too sensitive or is this actually hurtful?

It's been 2 months and we haven't spoken since. Is it an overreaction that I don't want to stay in contact with her anymore?

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Last Wednesday, our friend Jenna was visiting my husband and I from out of town. A mutual friend, Jason, came up in conversation. Jason has been what my husband has called a "ride or die" for about ten years now. He met him in the same hobby as he met Jenna, which is how his name came up. This man has helped us move more than once, spent time with my children, given them wonderful gifts, written us heartfelt cards, comes to every party or event we've ever thrown, and has spent multiple holidays with us.

Jenna says she actually doesn't associate with Jason anymore due to his presence online. She explained how she doesn't think he knows two of his social media accounts are linked. On one, he's a normal, friendly guy. On the other one, however, oh my god. I looked it up, and it three years of the most heinous, racist, misogynist, conservative hot takes you can imagine. Things like women shouldn't vote, other races smell, using slurs like fa* and re**** He goes on at length about how America is a white Christian nation and abiut White superiority. These posts go on about transphobic nonsense and anti-gay rhetoric, accusing them of grooming kids. Women apparently belong in the kitchen and never should have gotten the right to vote, a point he makes more than any other. Like I cannot stress how bad these posts are.

We had no idea. I knew he came from a conservative background, but he has never, ever said anything like this in our company. We come from a liberal city and our friends and family are more than half queer identities, including my husband and I, although he may not know about my husband who is pan but straight-passing. My own brother is a trans man, and they have spent plenty of time together, with Jason never misgendering him to my face.

My husband has been absolutely wrecked by this, crying and all. This was someone we trusted and allowed around our children.

The account is definitely him. The picture isn't, but it's linked to another account, is the same name he uses for everything, and mentions our city and his home state, as well as many of his hobbies and interests.

My husband met with him under the guise of board games in a public place a few days ago, but he actually confronted him about the situation. His seemed really surprised my husband was upset, and earnestly explained that it's just a troll account, and that he just enjoys getting a rise out of people. He said "they're just anonymous people on the internet", as if people aren't real and this is perfectly normal behavior. I can't help still feeling like this is atrocious behavior. He's being exist and racist at real people and using the fact that he "doesn't really believe those things" to make it seem okay. In addition, he is in his 40s and has been posting on this account for THREE YEARS. That seems like an awful lot of dedication for a joke in poor taste.

Am I overreacting at this? Is this acceptable behavior or is this reason to keep distance from this person?

A very close friend of mine of two years now canceled our dinner plans last minute, texting me that she had a terrible migraine and needed to rot in bed. At midnight, I saw a mutual friend’s Instagram story. She was fully dressed up, doing shots at a crowded bar, looking completely fine. I texted her-"glad your migraine cleared up lol".

When I texted her about it, she got defensive and said she was too tired for a heavy catch-up dinner with me but just wanted to mindlessly let loose at a party. She claims I'm being an exhausting, controlling friend for caring.
Am I overreacting?

For some context I respect other peoples choices, including their religion. Its just gotta to a point where they’re disrespecting me.
They’re VERY Christian. Like youth leaders. They weren’t so overbearing until their tres dias trip last year.. anyway, when they got back from their trip his mother kept trying to force me to go. Saying id benefit from it so much and trying to shove it down my throat. Ever since then she wont let it go. Even getting my partner Christian/Jesus related gifts for Christmas.. knowing we aren’t.
Shes always making jabs at me, talking with his brother’s girlfriend in front of me saying “we LOVE god dont we ___” Then literally pans over to look at my reaction. I never give her one because I know thats what she wants. But its really starting to get to me as ive been with her son for a long time and plan on staying with him.
At dinners she will constantly bring up church and god and what she thinks, however if I were to ever say my opinion it would be as if satan sat across from her.
The other day we’re talking and she assumes* my sibling isn’t Christian and says she would benefit from the church… I was like “she is Christian and she goes to church?” She goes on her spill (judging me passively) and I usually wouldn’t say anything but I said “I have my own personal connection with my spirituality that I feel comfortable practicing at home” she goes on being sanctimonious as always.
These are the type of “Christians” that make non religious people run as far as they can from the church!
She’s been so disrespectful its making me want to say something to put a stop to it. But then id be the bad guy! Just like she wants.
Its getting to the point I dont even want to interact with them anymore. I just wish I could have a good relationship with her but I feel like she wants a “good ole Christian girl” to come in and make her son be the way she wants.

I can’t tell if I’m overreacting, ’cause this might seem like no big deal to most people.

I’m 22 and my little brother’s 18. Growing up, my parents always drilled it into me that as the older sister, I had to be sensible and give way to him, so I’ve gotten used to backing down and accommodating him all the time.

I’ve tried my best to be understanding and cut my family slack, but every time I compromise, they never appreciate it. Instead, they just take my kindness for granted and always side with him no matter what.

A while back, my parents went out of town on a trip, so I was stuck with all the housework and looking after my brother. I’d come home from work every day, cook meals and clean the whole place, busting my butt without ever complaining. Meanwhile, my brother just glued himself to his phone and video games, refusing to lift a finger to help with any chores at all.

Later on, he spilled hot water and ruined a brand-new tablecloth. Scared of getting yelled at, he snuck off and hid from the mess. I felt bad for him and cleaned everything up myself to fix it. But once our folks got home, he straight-up twisted the truth and lied, saying I’d been lazy and careless and caused the mess.

I tried to explain what really happened, but my parents wouldn’t listen to a word. They immediately took his side and publicly chewed me out for not being forgiving enough and being too petty.

I’ve got nowhere to let out all this hurt and frustration—I’m furious and heartbroken all at once. I worked my tail off to take care of everything, got wrongfully blamed for something I didn’t do, and still end up getting scolded.

I’ve wanted to argue and let everything out so many times, but I’m terrified it’ll blow up into a huge fight and ruin the peace of the family.

Am I overreacting? What on earth should I do?

I (26F) have been with my boyfriend (29M) for more than a year now. We recently had our anniversary. He's a great person overall if you're his friend, but as a boyfriend, I don't think he's considerate enough for me to feel that he genuinely loves me.

The reason I feel this way is that whenever I ask him to bring me something when he visits, he never does. The things I ask for are very small, like a specific kind of juice that's available at a store near him or a specific type of bread that's only sold at a bakery near him.

Another thing is that on my birthday last year, he showed up empty-handed. No cake, no small gift, no flowers—nothing. I told him how much it hurt me because of the principle behind it. We talked it through, and he said he'd change.

But fast forward to this year, on our anniversary which was last month, he also came empty-handed, even though I specifically asked him for something just two days before our date.

After our date, I sent him a breakup paragraph. I'm bad with confrontation, and he knows that, but we were still able to talk in person. He begged me to take him back because he said he had plans to give me some things from his trip abroad, which was in two days. I said okay but now, I can't bring myself to talk to him, and I told him that. He said he'd give me space. But I didn't tell him that I still can't wrap my head around the fact that he came empty-handed that day. I'm tired of having to explain these things to him.

I’m thinking that maybe it’s just that gift giving isn’t his love language but isn’t weird that me, your girlfriend, specifically asked a simple thing from you and you can’t even give that to me? You can’t give me the juice or the bread I told you I want?

AIO?

For more context, I don't even know what his love language is because I feel like he treats everyone with the same level of thoughtfulness and effort that he gives me. I don't feel like I'm treated any differently from his friends or anyone else in his life.

Hello! I 16M decided to visit my grandmas house this past weekend and finally arrived home yesterday night. Tuesday morning I woke up and immediately was asked from my uncle to babysit his 3 kids (keep in mind I was never given a time frame of how long he would be gone NOR any food to feed the kids besides breakfast.)

I agreed and told him before he left that as long as you paid me in cash I would’ve been cool with doing it. (I never discussed an amount so that part is on me) He left the house clearly brushing off the fact I wanted cash however I was thinking that as his nephew he would’ve been fine with my request.

I fed the kids the cereal the father had prepped around 8 AM and eventually fed them lunch at 2 PM. Everything was nice and smooth and they had their dinner at 4. (So I fed them basically all 3 meals of the day)

Uncle arrives home at 5 PM notices everything was fine and told me come downstairs. I asked what was this about as I was concerned I did something wrong. He said “I owe you food for watching them for the day” I passed on his offer as we all finished dinner an hour before he arrived and kindly asked him for the payment of watching them. He says the food IS the payment and I reminded him about the cash I previously requested. Uncle makes a slick remark about how “you are your father’s son you will get hungry” (yes my father is a little chubby but he’s doing great managing his weight!)

I walked upstairs waited the night out as well as half of the next day for grandma to arrive home. She noticed my clearly upset mood and asked if I ever got the payment and I told her never got a single dime. She said that that’s incredibly wrong of him and gave me 50$ out of HER own wallet for his mistakes. She also told me rest assured he WILL pay me for those hours.

So. Was I overreacting about snitching to my grandma?

Edit 1: I just want to clarify something. I see people arguing about it. I had NO problem making them food I had to that’s my job.

Edit 2: I just wanted this to be clear there is a BIG age gap between me and these kids. All of them are in elementary so no way they could’ve been alone for 9 hours.

So my friend and I wanted to go grab some food and drinks from this Mexican spot we go to. When I brought it up that morning to her, she originally said she wouldn’t be able to because her funds were low then she texted me a few hours later saying she’s good and we can go.

We’re eating, laughing and talking, then the check comes. We usually put everything on the same tab and pay for what we bought since it’s just us to. I put my money on the check and we just continue talking waiting for hers, then she starts digging in her purse like she can’t find something. Of course she says she left her purse at home, mind you this has happened a few times before and I’ve cover her tab. She always says she’ll pay me back but I wouldn’t be writing this if that were true.

I’m irritated at this point and I tell her I’m not paying for her meal this time and she’s going to have to figure something out. She ended up calling her brother to give her the money but after I got home she texted me saying why would I embarrass her like that and if I were a real friend I would’ve just paid it and let her pay me back. I told her that this is a reoccurring thing and I never have gotten paid back for the previous times but I just never said anything because I am a real friend.

So now I’m kinda confused because the other people in our friend group is saying I’m wrong. They are calling me weird and saying I should’ve just helped her out this time. What do you all think? Am I overreacting or should I apologize.

I don’t know if I’m looking for advice or just trying to process this, but I finally ended my relationship with my younger sister.

We are 12 years apart. She’s 21 now, and because of our family dynamics, I was more of a parent than a sibling. Our older siblings were largely absent, our parents weren’t very hands-on, and I became the person who consistently showed up for her.

I helped her get into college when she wasn’t taking the application process seriously. I paid for SAT tutoring, hired someone to help with her college applications, and pushed her because I genuinely wanted her to have opportunities I didn’t have.

Before she was even 20, I helped her get multiple jobs, including a bakery job where she was making hundreds of dollars in tips every weekend because of the connections I had, a remote job, and later a medical office job where she eventually became a manager with PTO while still a teenager.

I took off work for her prom, took off work twice to do her makeup and photograph her senior pictures, celebrated every birthday, took her to New York, took her to Colombia twice, and tried to create experiences that made her feel loved because I knew our family wasn’t giving her that.

I never regretted doing any of those things.

Then my health collapsed.

Over the last two years, I’ve developed a severe neurological disorder. I have a constant headache every day, visual disturbances 24/7, fibromyalgia, repeated medication reactions, multiple ER visits, and I’ve been traveling to research hospitals across different states trying to find answers.

I still work full-time. I live alone. I pay my own bills. I don’t expect people to become my caregivers. I just expected my sister to show basic concern during the biggest crisis of my life.

Instead, she fell asleep less than ten minutes into a Johns Hopkins appointment I waited over a year to get.

After one ER visit, she refused to stay with me overnight because she wanted to sleep in her own bed.

She was supposed to drive me to Cleveland for a major neurological appointment. Instead, after disengaging while I was talking about my health, she never called back. I ended up traveling there alone and spending nearly $2,000 because I had no one else.

Before our Colombia trip, I had been hospitalized only two weeks earlier. I rearranged my work schedule around hers because I wanted us to celebrate her new job together. I explained that sleep deprivation makes my neurological symptoms dramatically worse and asked her to handle one responsibility: booking the hotel.

She didn’t.

I ended up traveling while medically unstable, exhausted, and figuring everything out alone.

Most recently, I spent five days hospitalized in Philadelphia for inpatient neurological treatment. I traveled there alone from Washington, D.C. I didn’t know when I would be discharged or how I would get home.

I called her so someone would at least know where I was.

She called once.

That same day I had a severe medication reaction and nearly passed out in the hospital. Even then, I kept the conversation light. We talked about pastries because we both love pastries. I wasn’t emotionally dumping on her.

After that, I received one text.

I ultimately relied on a complete stranger to help me get home.

Later, another family member contacted my sister because nobody had heard from me and wanted to make sure I was okay. Instead of immediately checking on me, she later admitted she relied on my Instagram activity to reassure herself I was alive.

She also later sent me a long email that focused almost entirely on her own feelings. She talked about being jealous after seeing someone in one of my Instagram posts, feeling annoyed, and not feeling “ready” to talk. Meanwhile, the reason I was even in Philadelphia was because I was seeing another specialist, and the person in the picture had simply helped me navigate the city and we grabbed lunch.

Throughout all of this, I repeatedly tried to save our relationship.

Every time something happened, I sat down with her and had detailed conversations explaining exactly what hurt me and why. I wrote pages trying to help her understand my perspective.

Nothing changed.

Every apology came after confrontation. Every acknowledgment had to be extracted. Every difficult conversation required me to corner her before she would take responsibility.

Then, after I finally reached my breaking point, she suddenly started calling me every day.

Instead of making me feel better, it felt performative.

At some point I realized I no longer trusted her—not because she’s imperfect, but because when I experienced the most medically vulnerable period of my life, I consistently felt alone.

I finally blocked her and removed her as my emergency contact.

I’m grieving because I genuinely believed I had a sister.

Instead, I realized I had spent years showing up for someone who, when I finally needed them, made me feel like I had to beg for basic concern.

Am I overeating ?

I'm not really sure if I'm overthinking/overreacting or if I'm valid cuz I don't really date much but I feel like this is going too fast.

Earlier today I ( 18 F) was getting dog food and the cashier(22 M) at the store gave me his number.I thought he was my age and he was cute and I was interested in getting to know him more (before he gave me his number I was actually going to give him mine but he beat me lol). After he got off work we started texting and at first it was okay but after a couple texts he just kept talking about My looks. Even while I was trying to start conversations and get to know him, he kept going on about how pretty I was and how my red hair was so pretty and that I was the only person he has seen that could pull off red hair (that made me uncomfortable the amount of times he brought that up And also sounded like he was trying to bombard me with compliments. It felt weird).

When I complimented him on his looks back (which was only twice at the start of our conversation)he would say he wasn't pretty and that he was average (even though he's not, he's conventionally very attractive).He kept wanting to call me pet names ( he kept calling me babygirl and baby and then finally resorted to Baby wolfie because I like Teen wolf and twilight ( I hate the nickname but he wouldn't stop even though I ignored it every time he tried to call me that and also never called him a pet name only by his name and I thought it was weird that he kept wanting to nickname me something with the word baby in it, which weirded me out since he's older than me, but maybe it's nothing.). He also wanted photos from me (a normal photo but it made me uncomfortable because of how pushy he was about it and asked me multiple times even after I ignored and said I didn't want to ).

I'm also aware that he's older than me I don't date much older than me usually. ( The highest I would go is about a year or two older .I've had a lot of bad experiences with guys older than me wanting to date me and being obsessive and weird even though we weren't in a relationship and I told them no and have seen other people have bad experiences too .) but he was respectful and I wanted to give him a chance because to some people the age Gap isn't that bad and maybe im overthinking it .Some of my friends have said that it's normal to date above your age and that it's not that bad at my age that some have also said that it can lead to a control thing which is what I think too ( that's the reason I don't date much older people )But he was nice at first and didn't see any red flags but now I think I do. I am thinking about blocking him and never talking to him again. Am I being too hasty or is he a red flag?

Sorry if this is written poorly ❤

Any advice or constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated ❤

It’s the weekend today, so I specially bought a limited-edition cake I’ve been craving, stashed it away carefully to enjoy for afternoon tea. I only stepped out for ten minutes to pick up a package, but when I got back, my husband had opened it without asking. He ate all the soft, creamy top layer completely, leaving nothing but plain cake base and leftover edges.

I’d already told him clearly this dessert was only for me and begged him not to touch it, but he just totally ignored my words.

I felt really hurt and mumbled a little complaint, only for him to fly off the handle right away. He called me way too petty, saying it’s just a piece of cake and I shouldn’t make a big fuss over nothing. He even pressed me sharply, asking if I never make room for him in my heart and refuse to share even a tiny bit of food, his tone full of impatience and blame.

He was the one who went through my stuff without permission and disrespected my wishes—he’s clearly in the wrong. Yet I ended up getting lectured and stuck in a nasty fight. I was upset and furious, argued back a little, and now we’re giving each other the silent treatment. The whole house feels icy and tense.

After calming down, I’ve been going back and forth inside my head. I know it sounds like such a tiny thing and I shouldn’t dwell on it, but that feeling of being disregarded and brushed off so casually stings so badly. I can’t stop overthinking: is he being unreasonable and holding a double standard, or am I just too narrow-minded and overreacting? I really want to ask everyone—am I out of line for getting upset and fighting with him over this?

I (21F) got hired for a key holder position at a store (I originally applied for a sales associate position), and the whole process has been a mess. It took them a bit longer than expected to get back to me after my first interview, but I brushed it off. When they finally responded, they offered the key holder position, but I didn’t mind since it had a higher pay. My onboarding information was sent in without doing the second interview I was told I had to do, and the onboarding link they sent didn’t even work. After some back and forth trying to figure out the issue, the store manager said I was showing up in the system as a rehire, even though I had never worked for this company or any related stores before. Without acknowledging that I had never worked with them before, the store manager said their regional manager had “confirmed” that I previously worked at one of their locations in Ohio, a state I have never worked/lived in or even been to. I’m pretty sure it was a name mix-up in the system (my name isn’t very common in the US, but there are still people that have the same exact first and last name as me), but I didn’t see the point in explaining that since they already decided that I had, in fact, worked there before.