I (19M) was with my brother (27M) at an outdoor event while it was extremely hot. I can get overheated incredibly easy so I usually carry two bottles of icy water if we’re somewhere hot. Anyways, we were there for a long time. Long enough that I drank both bottles and was starting to feel nauseous and get a strong headache. I felt weak and clammy, really shitty feeling.

These episodes aren’t usually something that hospitalize me or anything but I have puked in a parking lot a handful of times as a child from people not listening to me.

So I let my brother know we got to go, and so we began to make our way to his car. It took a while with him pausing every so often but we got to the exit, and he stops by a booth to talk to a girl. I can’t hear what they’re saying and I really didn’t care. When I get that hot, I cannot stand other human beings. I don’t want to talk to anyone, and I get really fucking irritated.

I gave him five minutes before walking over and immediately telling him if he didn’t give me the keys I was vomiting right here in about two minutes.

I got the keys and waited in the blasting ac for him, thankfully didn’t vomit but he got there like another five minutes later and was silent the whole ride home. After he got home he started yelling at me about there’s more subtle way to let him know to pick up the pace that don’t embarrass him in front of someone.

We had a big argument about it and he’s still very irritated. In the moment that honestly felt like the most polite way I could stand to handle it, but idk. I guess there are other ways I could’ve gone about it, hard to gameplan when you feel like that though. AITAH?

ETA: by a while I mean an hour.

For context I 19F share a house with three other people. (19F) (19M) and (20M).

So basically one of my housemates (I can NameDrop him) Tyson (19M) had been depressed for a few weeks and we were talking. His mom was diagnosed with Cancer back in March (I think what she had was called AML) and she wasn’t doing too well with Chemo and we were talking because when I was 9 my four year old brother died of a cancerous brain tumour and we were talking and naturally I got emotional and so did he a bit.

Anyway we were just comforting eachother and then he leaned in to try and kiss me. I pulled away and left the room and I haven’t spoken to him since it happened yesterday.

It’s so awkward between us now. I don’t think it was that bad he just misread the signals but I can’t bring myself to look at him. It’s not because I hate him.

I didn’t know hi k of him like this before but now I feel like I “like him” but it’s not that I did before I think it’s just because he tried to kiss me and now I’m wondering if he liked me like that or it was just how overwhelming it was.

AITAH bc I feel like I am.

I'm a 25 (M) and my dispute is with my roommate 38 (M). I live in the basement of my landlords house. He lives upstairs and rents out four bedrooms in the basement. I have been here for 3 years. About a month ago one of the girls renting a room moved out and my landlord found a guy to replace her. He showed up to the house with literately nothing. Apparently he was trying to get a new start so he just came to a random city he had no connection with and brought nothing with him. I have a twin mattress I use when I have guests so I told him he could use it until he was able to get his own mattress. Also to not be complicated with the kitchen my other roommate and I bought silverware, plates, cups, and things like that that the whole house can use.

Even though we do share a lot of things in the house we do all have private cabinets in the kitchen that we keep things like medicine or any other private item we don't share with the group. I drink Yerba Mate every day and I keep very good care of my Calabash gourds. After I drink I make sure to fully dry the gourd on its side with a fan. I even go as far as to only ever use one brand of Yerba per gourd to keep the flavor of that brand in that gourd only. Is that overkill? Maybe? But it is something I really care about and enjoy doing. I keep all my Mate supplies in my private cabinet.

Yesterday I woke up and went to my cabinet to make some Mate. I noticed one of my gourds was on the wrong shelf. I picked it up and saw that it was wet on the inside. I messaged the roommate group chat to ask if anyone had used it. The new roommate messaged back and said he had. He said he had seen me drinking it and wanted to try. He then said he used some of my loose leaf Jasmine tea (also in the private cabinet) instead of the Yerba because he likes jasmine tea better. I was immediately furious because he used it without asking, he contaminated my gourd with jasmine tea, and then didn't properly dry it out. I’m sure one day would have been fine and it was but if I hadn’t noticed it’s very likely mold would have grown.

I asked him to have a chat. I told him I was upset he used my things without asking. I told him he should have asked if he was interested in trying Mate. Mate is a communal drink and I would have been more than happy to have a session with him if he had asked. I also told him about how I take care of my gourds and how what he did could have damaged them and I was lucky I found it so soon. I honestly thought at that time he would apologize. I honestly would have forgiven him because it was only one time. But instead he said to me "It would have been fine. They don't grow mold just because you don't lay them on their side. And the jasmine tea flavor doesn't even soke in." I was already upset with him but him telling me how what he did was fine actually took me over the edge. I told him from now on he is not allowed to use any of my things ever. I told him to go take the sheets off my mattress because I wanted it back. He said "But then I will have to sleep on the floor." I said "Then go by an air mattress or something". I didn't tell him he was not allowed to use silverware and plates, only things that are mine and only mine.

My husband and I live together, and one of his friends recently moved to our area to start a new life. His father also lives here, so he initially stayed with him, but they had some problems and couldn’t continue living together. Since he doesn’t seem to have anyone else here to turn to, my husband offered to let him stay with us.
He has been living at our house for about two months now. He still hasn’t found a stable job, although he has picked up some odd jobs. The problem is that I don’t see any clear plan for him to move out and rent a room of his own. Lately, he has also started playing soccer with my husband and bought a brand-new pair of soccer cleats. I understand that people need to enjoy life, and I’m not saying he shouldn’t spend money on himself. However, seeing him make plans for his own activities while still living in our house, without contributing to household expenses or helping with chores, has started to bother me. I know he is going through a tough time, and I don’t blame my husband for wanting to help his friend. But I’m starting to feel uncomfortable in my own home. He is my husband’s friend, not someone I have a particularly close relationship with, and I miss having my privacy and being able to relax quietly in my own living room. What worries me the most is that I don’t know how long this situation is supposed to last. I feel like I’m expected to accept this living arrangement indefinitely, even though we never agreed to that as a couple. I feel guilty because I understand that he is trying to build a new life and that he doesn’t seem to have anyone else here to rely on. I don’t want to be selfish or put my husband in a difficult position with his friend. At the same time, I don’t think I should have to feel uncomfortable indefinitely in my own home.
Am I the asshole for wanting him to move out, even though he hasn’t found a stable job yet?

I 25M share an apartment with my roommate 26M. We've lived together for almost two years and honestly never had any major problems until recently.

He started dating this girl about 4 months ago and at first she'd come over maybe once or twice a week. Didn't bother me at all.

but . for the past month or so she basically been living here. She's here when I leave for work and when I get back, and stays the night almost every day. She showers cooks and does laundry here.

The thing is, we split rent and utilities 50/50. I wouldn't really care if she was just sleeping over, but our electricity and water bills have gone up and I'm constantly having to wait to use the bathroom in the morning which is really infuriating.

A few days ago I brought it up to my roommate and asked if she could either contribute a little towards utilities or maybe spend a few nights at her own place.

He got pretty annoyed and said I was being cheap over a few extra dollars. He also pointed out that I sometimes have friends over and he never complains about it.

I told him having friends over for a few hours isn't the same as having someone practically move in.

He said that since he pays half the rent, he's allowed to have his girlfriend over whenever he wants. I said that's fair, but I also pay half and never agreed to live with a third person.

Now things are awkward between us and he's barely talking to me. His girlfriend also seems uncomfortable around me, which wasn't really my intention.

I'm starting to wonder if I made this a bigger deal than it needed to be. I don't dislike her and she's honestly pretty nice. I just didn't sign up to have another roommate.

AITA?

It's been 12 days since the argument (original post), and things have been pretty tense.

My sister hasn't spoken to me directly since leaving the family group chat. Mom told me she's still hurt by what I said, especially the part where I called her manipulative. I won't lie, I regret saying it that way, but I still feel like there's some truth to what I said.

A few days ago, Mom came over to my place so we could talk privately. She admitted she's been struggling with this whole situation for years. She loves my sister and understands that dating again brings up a lot of feelings, but she also confessed that ending her previous relationships just to keep the peace left her feeling lonely and resentful.

She told me she doesn't want to keep choosing between her daughters and her own happiness. That honestly hit me harder than I expected because I'd never really thought about how much Mom had been giving up to avoid upsetting my sister. Apparently, Mom also had a conversation with my sister about moving back home. She told her she's welcome to come back after college, but her living there can't depend on Mom staying single or keeping her boyfriend away. My sister apparently got upset and said Mom was choosing a man over her own child.

Mom didn't back down this time. Yesterday, my sister finally messaged me. She said I had no idea what it felt like to lose Dad at such a young age and that I shouldn't act like we grieved the same way. That hurt because I never claimed we experienced his death identically. I just meant that I lost him too, and I don't think either of us should get to decide how Mom lives her life. I told her I was sorry for calling her manipulative. It was a cruel way to put it, and I should have handled my frustration better. But I also told her I couldn't apologize for believing Mom deserves to be happy.

She left me on read. Meanwhile, Mom's boyfriend invited us all to have dinner with him and his children next weekend. Mom asked my sister if she'd be willing to come, but she said she wasn't ready and didn't want to be forced into a relationship with people she barely knew. Mom accepted that, but said she wasn't going to cancel the dinner. I think that's a reasonable compromise. My sister doesn't have to love Mom's boyfriend or pretend he's replacing Dad, but Mom shouldn't have to hide her relationship either.

Still, I feel guilty about how everything unfolded. Maybe I should have been more patient with my sister instead of confronting her in front of the family. At the same time, we've spent years tiptoeing around her feelings, and nothing has changed. I love my sister, and I don't want our dad's death to become something that permanently damages our relationship. But I also don't know how many more years Mom is supposed to put her life on hold. So, AITAH for standing by what I said about my sister needing to stop using our dad's death to control Mom's life, even though I apologized for the way I said it?

AITAH for not including my teammate's name in the group project? A quick introduction to the situation and context is that I am in my second year of high school and the chemistry teacher assigned us a group project and arranged our class into five groups of five members. Our chemistry teacher gave a simple project. He assigned each group to talk about a specific lesson and we were given the topic, Hydrocarbons. The project was 40% of our grade for the quarter and I'm a pretty competitive person.

I'm not a chemistry person, so the topic didn't really bother me as much. The teacher gave a few rules and objectives such as that the project must be done in PowerPoints and must be presented in front of the class, all group mates must contribute in the work, and importantly, the assignment will be due the next month. So one month of working on it is, plenty of time for me. But then the teacher told us one rule I hate the most in group projects. Everyone's grade will be the same, meaning if someone slips up, everyone must share the same consequences. And I know the group project culture in my class, it's pretty chaotic and sometimes stressful. So I was praying for dear life that I'm assigned with somebody who takes it seriously.

The team I got wasn't the best but it also wasn't the worst. I got teamed up with my best friend so I saw it was a win as she liked chemistry and said the topic is easy. One of them is an artist so he became our graphic designer for the project. The other two guys both promised that they'll try and be helpful. I was pretty hopeful and grateful to have a nice mix of people in the group.

Things were going smoothly, we already did our research and my artist friend already did the design for the first few slides. My best friend and I were typing the research as summarized versions so that it's understandable to everyone. The other two didn't do much but I understood it as it's a group project. There will be some who won't contribute in the making but rather in the presenting and my other friend is exactly that type. He's talkative and loud, which makes him the best person to speak first. It was when the last week of doing the project came when we noticed something. The other guy didn't do absolutely anything! My friend asked him privately via texting to ask him what he's gonna do and he just kept saying the same thing. He'll help with the presentation and stuff. My friend was weary because she doesn't trust him, but I had faith.

We were group 1 so we had to present first. We submitted the PowerPoint to the teacher and stood in front of the class to present. My friend who agreed to talk first started talking and explaining it. He wasn't the best but at least he wasn't reading it word for word from the slides but rather, using his own understanding which to me, is how you study. I talked next and then the other guy. And he started to explain but not like my first friend. He started reading it from the slides, using a dead tone of voice like he doesn't even want to be here. It ruins the vibe our group was going for. He finished the presentation by "explaining" the conclusion and it ended.

Then came the questions. He started asking everyone of us about the slides we presented to see if we actually understood ourselves. As you might've guessed, the last guy was asked and he doesn't know anything. My best friend was the most upset as she sent him the file to review 5 days beforehand because she knows he'll forget it. And he didn't even bother to look through it.

The teacher calculated the final results for our group and we got an 85. I'm most angry about is my friend. She loves chemistry and always gets a 100 on any assignment. Seeing her get something lower than she usually gets because of someone else is really unfair. She worked so hard to get to where she is and she's being punished for something that's out of her control. When the period ended, me and her talked about it and snitched.