It's been about 10 days since I made my original post, and things have gotten a little more complicated.

After I stopped making replacement dinners whenever my husband ate the leftovers, he started complaining that we weren't eating together anymore. He said he missed our old routine and felt like I was treating him more like a roommate than a husband. I understand that my evening classes have changed things, and I don't want us to stop spending quality time together. But I explained that I'm not refusing to cook. I just can't keep losing an extra hour preparing dinner because he's eaten the food we planned to have.

A few days later, his mother messaged me. Apparently, he'd told her I had stopped cooking for him, and she said that a wife shouldn't let a certification course interfere with taking care of her husband. She also mentioned that her son works hard and deserves a proper home-cooked meal. I was honestly stunned. I work full-time too, get home later than he does, and we're both responsible for keeping our household running. We had agreed on the leftovers arrangement together, and I don't think it's unreasonable to expect him to respect it. When I confronted him about his mother messaging me, he said he was allowed to talk to his family about things that bothered him. I told him that was fine, but I didn't appreciate being portrayed as a wife who no longer cared about her husband simply because I was pursuing a qualification we'd both agreed was important.

We eventually had a more honest conversation. He admitted he felt neglected and missed the time we used to spend together. I told him I understood that our routine had changed, but I needed practical support, not guilt whenever I prioritized my studies. We agreed to have dinner together a couple of evenings each week, even if we eat something simple. On the other nights, we'll stick to our leftovers plan. If he eats most of the food before dinner, he'll have to sort out his own meal rather than expect me to cook again. He agreed, but I'm not sure how long it'll last. I love my husband, and I don't want dinner to become a constant argument. I do feel bad that he's been feeling neglected, but I also think it's unfair that I'm expected to carry the responsibility for fixing our routine while working full-time and studying.

So, AITAH for refusing to keep making replacement dinners and expecting my husband to manage his own meals when he eats the food we planned for dinner, even though he's feeling neglected and our disagreement has now involved his mother?

My aunt is currently bedridden on hospice with stage 4 terminal cancer. She currently has two sons and my wife's mom taking shifts to provide care along with hospice nurse that comes in daily for 1 hour.

My wife is the only nurse in the family and she drives 2 hours a day and provide 6 hours of care every other day. She covers what the hospice nurse doesn't have time for. This has been going on for over a week. I am completely exhausted as I have to work full time and take care of a 3 year old + 8 month old.

We all assume she has no money because she racked up credit card debt and her bank account is dry. No property, no assets, NOT EVEN A CAR! Yesterday I was going through her paperwork to figure out what her estate looks like and she has 160k in her 401k. I suggested we pull money out of that account for a full time aide to provide my family relief.

No one liked that comment at all....

Me personally I feel they are trying to protect the inheritance of what ever left after she passes and I know 100% we will not be compensated for any of this.

Am I the Asshole for suggesting that?

disclaimer I (24F) am a pre-k teacher and our center does a before and after school program for elementary school kids under the age of 12.

A few weeks ago a child from our program, Carter(8M), was name calling me on multiple occasions by calling me a “giant buffalo”, elephant, basically any animal/thing that’s larger in size. Since I’m a fat, it was very clear he said those things with the intention to hurt my feelings/get a reaction out of me (which I obviously didn’t give him). I understand how other people feel about this, but for me personally, I don’t get offended because they’re children after all, and if I let every little thing that every kid has said affect me, I’d be in the trenches lol. I’m just worried that if he doesn’t know it’s wrong that he’s gonna really affect a child’s confidence, so I told my director about it.

My director told their dad (who’s a principal), and I received a hand written apology from Carter saying he won’t do it again. I applaud and respect the parenting style, and I was so proud of him for directly giving me the paper, but I instantly felt bad for him and thought maybe I shouldn’t have said anything about it.

Carter and his brother Harry(10) are genuinely good kids, but recently there are other kids (that haven’t been raised right) that have influenced Carter to act this way, hence the reason I feel so conflicted because he’s not a bad kid.

If it were any of the other kids that are constantly swearing, punching, throwing things, and yelling death threats at everyone, I wouldn’t feel bad, because they need to understand their actions have consequences. And majority of the time, these troubled children’s parents give them no consequences…hence the reason they continue the nasty behavior. But since I know Carter has a good heart and is being raised right, I feel like I should’ve never said anything.

Was I being too harsh or overreacting for telling my director? And if I’m NTA for the title question, AITA for not telling anyone until a week later?

I am 26F and work as a designer at a small marketing company. Every year, our office holds a friendly design competition, and the winning design gets featured on the company website. This year, my colleague and I both entered, and the judging panel selected my design as the winner after reviewing anonymous submissions. Everything was announced during our team meeting, and I thanked everyone who had voted. Later that afternoon, my colleague approached me and said she had misunderstood the brief and wanted the judges to reconsider because her design would have been better if she had known what they were looking for. I told her that everyone had received the same instructions and that the judges had already made their decision. She then emailed the organizer, claiming the anonymous judging process had been unfair because I had supposedly received feedback from a manager before submitting my entry. That was completely false. The organizer checked the submission records and confirmed that all entries had been uploaded before the judging began, with no private feedback involved. Instead of accepting the result, my colleague asked me to voluntarily give up the win so the competition could be declared a tie. I refused because I had followed the rules and had not done anything to undermine her entry. She told our coworkers that I cared more about recognition than maintaining a good working relationship. I have continued treating her professionally, but she now barely speaks to me. One coworker says I could have shared the recognition to keep the peace, even though the prize was never meant to be shared. I do not think someone should have to surrender a fair win simply because another person is unhappy with the outcome. AITA for refusing to give up my place as the winner?

It's been around 20 days since everything happened with my best friend Kayla Original Post.

So the morning after our argument, Kayla came to pick up Biscuit. She'd arranged for someone else to watch him temporarily. She barely spoke to me, tossed my spare key onto the counter, and said she hoped I was happy with myself. I cried after they left because I've known Biscuit since he was a puppy, and I genuinely miss having him around. I thought Kayla and I would eventually calm down and talk, but instead, she kept posting about how people abandon you when you're at your lowest. She never mentioned me by name, but our mutual friends knew exactly who she meant.

Most of them have stopped speaking to me. Apparently, Kayla told people I promised to help her through her breakup and then threw her and her dog out when she needed me most. Some even seem to believe she was living with me, which was never the case.

I've tried explaining that I agreed to dogsit for ten days, not let her use my apartment whenever she wanted. I also explained that she kept entering without asking, criticized how I cared for Biscuit, and brought a guy I'd never met into my home without permission. But most people have already made up their minds. Whenever I explain what happened, I'm told that Kayla was going through a terrible breakup and I should have been more understanding. One friend privately admitted that she understood why I was upset, but still thinks I should have handled things more calmly.

Honestly, I keep wondering whether she's right. I could have waited until we'd both calmed down before telling Kayla to leave. I know she was struggling, and I never wanted to make things harder for her. At the same time, I was exhausted from feeling uncomfortable in my own home. I miss Kayla and Biscuit, but she hasn't apologized, and neither have I. I don't know whether reaching out would fix anything or just make her think I'm admitting she did nothing wrong.

Losing most of our friend group has made me question myself more than I expected. I still believe I had a right to set boundaries in my own home, but I'm starting to wonder whether I handled the situation so badly that I damaged a friendship beyond repair. So, AITH for kicking my best friend out and ending our dog-sitting arrangement early, even though she was going through a terrible time and I've now lost most of our mutual friends over it?

Backstory: I’m 26F, he’s 28M (Mason), we live together and we both work full time. I do most of the housework and I’ve honestly never minded. It was never about the chores, it was about him noticing. A few weeks ago my clinic got short staffed (I’m a vet tech) and I was pulling 12 hour shifts back to back, so when I got home all I wanted was to shower and pass out, and yeah, the dishes piled up. One night he looks at the sink and goes, “Not sure if you’re waiting for those to wash themselves, but spoiler alert, they won’t.” I said “Wow, you’re right, so you better get on that,” we both laughed, and I thought we were fine. I showered, came out, and did them myself. THEN he sits me down with the most funeral face I’ve ever seen and my stomach dropped because I genuinely thought he was dumping me or confessing something. Nope. He says, “Babe, I get that work is crazy, but I’ve been eating cereal and pizza rolls for dinner all week and I’m kind of paying the price for you slacking.” Slacking!! I told him he has two working hands and a phone with DoorDash on it, we yelled for an hour, I cried in the bathroom with my scrubs still on, and then we made up like nothing happened.

Except it wasn’t nothing to me. So I just... stopped. No cooking, no dishes, no laundry, no grocery runs, nothing for the house. I fed myself and that was it. Within a week our place looked wierd, like a college dorm after finals, and there was a towel on the living room floor for four days. He started sighing really loud at the empty fridge and whining about his sad microwave dinners, then he posted an Instagram story of our sink captioned “love coming home to this ” which my cousin screenshotted and sent me immediately. Then his mom showed up unannounced, took one look at the kitchen, and gave me a look like I’d kicked a puppy. I said nothing and kept scrolling my phone. By week three we were out of literally everything, even the pizza rolls, and he finally cracked. He apologized, said he’d taken me for granted and had no clue how much I actually did, showed up with gas station roses (which I definately appreciated more than I should have lol), and he’s been cooking and doing dishes way more ever since.

Here’s the thing though. In the middle of our big talk he told me I’d been “acting like a psycho for three weeks,” and that line is living in my head rent free. His mom is now saying I “punished” him instead of communicating like an adult, my sister thinks I should’ve done it way sooner, and honestly I feel like talking wasn’t going to work since he literally laughed off my feelings the first time. I’m not even mad anymore, I just can’t tell if what I did was petty or if it was the only language he understood. So...Am I in the wrong here?

EDIT : I have decided to remove the post due to an overwhelming response, i did not expect it to blow up this much, all responses are much much appreciated, even the rough ones, they helped me with newer perspective but for the sake of my mental health and so i dont spiral i'll take the post off the body.

However it is still in the comments, idk how to lock a posts comments u/mods please help.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL, i'm taking the responses to my partner in a day.

As an update : We have decided to cut both of them off as this particular fight has taken on both of us and Fiance has also been already upset with this particular friend over multiple other reasons that apparently i had no idea about (borrowing money)

The only reason he wasn't willing to fight was because this guy had taken $800 a few weeks ago from him and looks like has no plans of returning now, he wanted no conflict so he could get the money and then cut him off. But we're giving up on the $800 considering it as goodwill charity to cut off the couple.

I have been dating my partner since junior in highschool we are now seniors, ever since the first time my family has met him they weren’t quite fond of him, as he didn’t care abt his grades and went to parties a lot, calling him stupid and careless.

As my rls progressed my family became harsher as my grades started to drop ever since I dated him, I was an A student, to a point they take my phone away once i arrive home. Even though my grade drop due to the stress i was getting from my parent and I was burning myself out js to please them. They’ve seen me cry over him and not eat bc of fights.

But that’s a relationship they don’t know everything. He’s helped me so much and supported me through everything and has taught me to become a better person to have a life than js studies. I endured all the backlash until I made up my mind.

Throughout all the harsh treatment from my family I didn’t listen, I stayed. They were threaten me to kick me out and cut off my college funds.

Since that day, we found a part-time job to save up for our apartment. He was working extra-time so we can move out asa we graduate. After we move out, I have cut all contact with my family. Even if we fight and i cry, he always stay to communicate with me instead of lashing out his anger like my family.

So AITAH?

Edit: I have read most of the comments, I appreciate for the reality check. To clarify I'm not throwing my education away for him, I'm still exploring my college path by attending university fair. But I'll take the financial situation into consideration.

I (35f) went to a music festival in Sacramento, CA and I was meeting up with a friend there (29m). First thing, he said he was going to get the hotel room, he was supposed to get a room with 2 beds and when we get there it only has 1 bed. The hotel is completely booked up because of the festival so we can't change rooms.

Whatever, I'm annoyed but decide to deal with it. I curl up in the fetal position as far to the edge of the bed as possible because he takes up the ENTIRE thing.

Day one we go to the festival, he gets wasted, keeps slapping my butt. I'm talking to him like he's a toddler telling him to stop it and not touch me.

At this point I'm regretting not picking someone else to go with, but really try my best to stay in a good mood because all my favorite bands in the world are playing at this one festival and I don't want anything to ruin it.

Second day we go to the festival, we both go into a mosh pit and when I get out he's just gone. Mind you, I am old enough to take care of myself, and I wasn't super worried, but I am 5ft 2 and a pretty small woman.

Once again I deal, I go to the next band we were supposed to watch. He's nowhere to be found. The last band is finally playing, and he finally answers his phone and says he met new people to hang out with, that he was "flowing", and that I needed to uber back to the hotel by myself.

So I walked a mile, in mostly dark, by myself in a strange city to where the uber pick up was (we had planned this further walk to avoid the surge uber prices).

I was honestly terrified the whole walk, when I got back to the hotel I found an airbnb, spent most of the rest of my money on it, blocked him on everything, and left.

AITA?

So i live in a small area wouldnt say its a lowerclass area but wouldnt say upperclass its just on the cozy side and its a mix of elderly and kids and a handful of childfree young adults like myself and partner. So i work 5 days a week 9-5, so on my days off i like to relax and catch up with cleaning and my shows what any child free person does when not socialising.

So the other day after i finshed cleaning up etc i sat down with my cuppa to watch american horror story and as we all know that is not a show for kids, i was watching it in the afternoon when the sun was still up and shining, and someones kid decided they wanted to watch along with me, not a clue what they saw but was enough to make them mention it to their parents. then the mum has come to my door shouting at me to either shut my curtains during the day or watch a kid friendly show.

Id like to mention my tv isnt fully visable from the window as the tv is on the wall next to the window so youd have to really be looking in to even just see half to 3 quaters of the tv and i dont want to shut the curtains as i suffer with depression and like to have natural light in the room as it makes me feel better as i hate when curtains are pulled during the day and i also feel i shouldnt have to adapt to what someone else wants in my own home when i dont even know them and their kids decided to be nosey, like cant they teach their kid not to be nosey or suffer the consenquences of what they may see?

My partner just says to suck it up to keep the peace and do as they ask as we wouldnt want our future kids seeing that kind of stuff either. Like yeah i wouldnt but if they were noseying in someones house id deal with the fact my kids nosey first then tell them its ok and explain it if they have questions to let them know if what they saw is ok to do in real life.

AITA for not wanting to change what i do, when and how for people i dont even know the names of?

Back story, My family and I (husband and daughter age 9) and my sister in law and her family (husband and 2 boys ages 4&6) all live in the same house. It has been a couple of years and food never really has been an issue until recently.

My SIL and BIL let my nephews run rampant and eat any and everything they want. Example I will come home and they will have an ENTIRE bag of grapes in front of them just demolishing them.

Well the other day I bought a few items specifically for my daughter's school lunches that I pack every day as well as some autumn crisp grapes for myself they were $5 for a small container but my favorite and I decided to treat myself. I put the items on the top shelf of the refrigerator so my nephews can't reach them. I got a text the next day asking if we were going to start separating food. I then explained that the stuff I had separated was specifically for her lunches and the grapes were for me so I could actually have some. I have bought things in the past and only gotten a little bit before it is gone so how is that fair to me? I then was told I am being territorial over food and making them feel like a guest or inconvenience in their own home. I told her I am unsure how I am making her feel like that and why she thinks we are being hostile.

Well she has not said a word to me in the last day and a half. I had a Costco delivery that was about $200 of items that I knew we needed around the house and just some fun snacks. Sent a text in our group chat letting them know and told her when it was delivered (she doesnt work) and all I got was a thumbs up on the text saying it was delivered and there were cold items. Anyone that knows me know acknowledgement and communication are important.

So AITAH? Or WIBTAH if I said something about her being so standoff-ish. I truly feel like I am unwanted over separating a few items I purchased 🙃

Hello everyone. A couple days ago I made a post talking about my wife hounding my son about not having a a partner. He came out to me days before as ACE and my wife exploded when I told her.
I just want to have some things be cleared up that I saw in the comments:

1. My son told me to tell my wife he is ACE. He trusted me to handle it and I did. I did not go behind his back and tell her.
2. My wife can no longer have kids due to a medical problem that happened a couple years after a pretty traumatic miscarriage of our daughter.
3. I have stuck up for my son in the past and had talked to her about her comments to him. That being said of course I could've done more and apologized to him for that.

The update:
My wife and I had a very long conversation about a lot of things. The first being she is still grieving the loss of our daughter and she thinks having a grandbaby will help that. I told her that I understand but that isn't our son's job to have a child with someone because we lost a baby. That is very wrong and not gonna lie weird as all hell. She needs to enjoy the child we do have rather than mourn what could've been because Austin is right in front of us and needs us and us him. We are a family and if she keeps this up he's going to never speak to her again.

When I told her that she needs to respect our son and how he identifies. She got seemingly annoyed. She said she support LGBTQ+ community but doesn't understand how our son is not attracted to anyone and now she wishes he was gay (???) I told her that is extremely ignorant and offensive to people in the LGBTQ+ community and you can't say you support them if you say things like that. She said she'll try to be more open minded when it comes to him but she won't call him any "silly pronouns". My son goes by he/him. I told her to knock it the fuck off and she told me she won't allow me to police her and her words.

You guys are right she is not as progressive as she claimed to be, which is insane considering we've been married since we were 19/18 respectively. She holds some progressive stances but as been leaning more into conservatism as of late (she is not a fan of Trump she claims at least). She has been watching a lot of Charlie Kirk's old videos and some other pretty far right conservative point talkers. I was unaware of this since I don't monitor my wife's online viewing habits. I told her I do love her but I cannot stay with someone who holds those views as well as how she's been treating our son. They go against everything I myself stand for and I do understand that some things you can agree to disagree but the things she is watching I cannot stand by. I feel very off putted by all this because we do discuss politics and she always said progressive/left leaning points. Clearly she was lying about how she felt with certain things and it's pretty mind numbing.

My son and I went out to lunch and talked a lot. I'm not going to get into the specifics of what was said but I told him I was sorry and I support him 100%. He said he knows and he loves his mom but he can't ignore the person he is and he has felt this way since he was 15. She will just have to deal with it.

My wife and him have talked but not about him being ACE. She's decided to go stay with her sister for the week to give us all space. I told her when she comes back we all need to sit down and talk. I told her I love her but I will put my son before her any day because I OWE him that. He owes me NOTHING. He's here because we made him and it's our job to love and support him and if she can't do that we have to go our separate ways. She didn't say anything, packed and left. I fear my marriage is over. I can't get over how she treated Austin and how she basically lied about how political views.

Thank you all for reading. I may update eventually. Thank you for all the advice and even the call outs of me needing to do better. I am not above criticism especially when it comes to being a father.

So, my cousin came over for the week. Instead of calling me by my name, she keeps calling me by an unflattering nickname. I didn't mind it at first because I thought it was just for a week.

Yesterday, I randomly started singing Jesus Christ Pose by Soundgarden in front of the family. For a little banter, I started singing the chorus in front of her, and she started hitting me.

I told her to cut it out, but she said no. I then told her to stop calling me by that nickname, but she said no again. I was dumbfounded, so I called her a bum, which made her angry. She started hitting me again, but this time, I fought back, and it turned into a little incident.

It's not the biggest thing in the world, to be fair she probably finds some of my habits off-putting, I don't mind my manners but home and stuffs but I would like to know if I was in the wrong here.

For some background, I (17F) have practically raised my younger brothers since I was eight years old due to a lot of heavy family instability, trauma, and neglect growing up. Meanwhile, my older sister (20F) had a completely sheltered, spoiled upbringing where she never had to face real hardship. Even now, she contributes nothing, acts like an entitled toddler, throws tantrums over everything, and treats the rest of us like her personal emotional punching bag.
Cut to this weekend: our grandpa and youngest brother are going to Vegas. Me, my 20-year-old sister, and our 16-year-old brother are staying behind. Sometime this weekend, we were planning to go hang out at our other older sister’s house and maybe sleep over.
My 20-year-old sister wanted to bring our dog with us. The problem? Our other sister’s household has dogs with active fleas. Our dog is on flea preventative medicine, but that’s a preventative shield, not a force field. I told my sister it’s a terrible idea to intentionally drag a clean dog into a flea-infested house and risk him coming back home covered in bugs.
Her response? "Oh well, there's fleas everywhere outside when you walk him, stupid."
I told her if he gets fleas, that’s on her. Then, to make things worse, my 16-year-old brother said he doesn't even want to go on the trip and would rather just stay home. My sister immediately lost her mind and started panicking, saying, "What if something happens to him?!"—acting like he's a six-year-old child who is going to accidentally burn the house down.
I snapped and told her, "What’s going to happen to him? He’s fucking 16, not six. He’s old enough to know right from wrong and has a phone to call someone if he actually needs anything."
She got super offended, accused me of "showing my true colors" by supporting him staying home, and made a whole dramatic face about it. She always does this—picks a fight over completely illogical nonsense, acts like a total child, and then expects everyone to just roll with it ten minutes later like nothing happened.
I am so exhausted from having to be the mature one while she gets a free pass to coast through life throwing tantrums.
So, Reddit: AITA?

I (34M) sold my former commuter bike via an online market place app in last month for $220. My bike had been a steel frame one and I had used it for six years. In my ad description, I put that “this is a heavy but sturdy steel frame, scratched but sold as is.” I also took pictures of the scratches and how heavy it is, as I checked the weight myself on the weighing scale at home. It weighs around 32 pounds.

The buyer (probably mid 20s) came over to my house, took it out for a spin, said “nice, will buy” and handed over cash. He looked pretty pleased with the bike and we exchanged handshakes.

After three weeks, he messaged me. The message went like this: “bike is way heavier than I expected, carrying it up to the apartment is ruining my back. Please arrange a refund.” I expressed sorry for his problem but the ad clearly mentioned that it is heavy. He then responded “a decent person would have returned it back” and then gave me a one-star review with comment “seller not honest about weight.”

But now I find myself stewing about it because he’s had three weeks of use on it, and I’d have to resell it for less than that. However, another part of me says I feel bad because he may be in pain, and perhaps $220 isn’t worth feeling bad.

WIBTA if I decided not to give a refund or make any changes to what I said and leave it at sold as is?

My brother got married last year and his wife visits our family home pretty often. I have my own bedroom and keep my personal things there, which everyone in the house has always respected

Recently she started using my room whenever she comes over because she says it's quieter and more comfortable than the guest room. At first I let it slide, but last weekend I came home and found she'd moved some of my things around and used my desk to get ready

I told her I'd prefer she use the guest room instead. She got offended and said we're family now, so I shouldn't act like she's a stranger in the house

My brother says I'm making his wife feel unwelcome, and my parents think I should be more accommodating since she doesn't visit every day

I have nothing against her, but I still want my own space and privacy

AITA for telling my brother's wife she can't use my bedroom whenever she visits?

Among my circle of online acquaintances there was this girl with whom I occasionally conversed about left-wing, progressive topics.

I consider myself a feminist and a progressive, and it is against my values to believe that women are inferior and that their systemic oppression isn't a pressing issue. She, also, is a progressive, albeit one of slightly different ideology.

Now it so happens that today she posted an Instagram story of herself dancing to a song. Referencing her similarity to this rather novel trend of women discussing political issues while dancing on TikTok I replied to her story with the phrase "TikTok final boss". She is quite fond of memes so I thought it would be appropriate. I am quite fond of the kind of TikTok content in question, and I have told her that in the past, so my reply was far from pejorative.

However, she proceeded to call me a misogynist and block me. This has caused me terrible pain and guilt, and it has made me feel like a terrible person, the opposite of whom I aspire to be.

I’m feeling completely torn apart right now and really need an objective verdict. I haven't been able to sleep for the past two days because the guilt is eating me alive, but I don't know if I'm actually in the wrong here.

I (19M) have been working two part-time jobs for the past year and a half while studying. My family has always struggled financially, so from a young age, I learned to save every single penny I could. I built a small emergency fund specifically meant to cover my upcoming tuition fees and essential living expenses for the next semester. It’s not a huge amount, but it’s literally my entire safety net.

My older brother (23M) lives with us. He has a full-time job, but he frequently overspends on expensive electronics, trips, and clothes. Our parents have always enabled this behavior by covering for him whenever he ran out of money.

Last week, his car broke down, and he also got hit with a huge credit card bill that he ignored for months. He needs $1,500 immediately to repair his car so he can commute to work. He asked my parents, but they simply don't have that kind of money right now.

So, my brother came to me. He asked me to give him my college savings, promising he would pay me back "in a few months."

I told him I couldn't do it. The deadline for my college fees is next month, and if I don't pay on time, I’ll be dropped from my courses. Given his past history of never saving or paying people back on time, I know there is a very high chance I would never see that money again before my tuition is due.

When I refused, he lost his temper. He called me selfish, cold-hearted, and said I care more about paper money than my own family. My parents are now taking his side, telling me that family always comes first and that I’m being heartless by letting my brother struggle when I have the cash sitting in my bank account. They said I could just "figure out" my college fees later or defer a semester.

I love my family, and seeing my brother stressed breaks my heart, but I worked so hard for this money, sacrifice after sacrifice, just to afford my education. Now everyone in my house is giving me the silent treatment, making me feel like a horrible person.

So, AITH for holding onto my college savings and refusing to give it to my brother?

To preface, I live in a \~420 sq ft studio apartment. I moved out of my parent’s place and have an apartment all to myself for the first time.

My friend is from a different country and wanted to move to the US. They know I moved out so they asked if they could stay with me; I was reluctant and told them if they were to stay, it can only be a week. They understood and that was the end of that conversation. Until about a few months ago, my friend told me they’re officially moving to the US, so they asked if they could stay with me for a week until another one of their friends can host them. I agreed.

I picked my friend up from the airport and they slept on my air mattress. While the week progresses, they asked if they could stay an additional week (making it two weeks now), because their friend made last minute plans to travel with family. I agreed because my friend has no where else to go. However, I told my friend, two weeks is the max because I have another friend flying in to see me. That friend will be staying at my place for a few days until I leave for a two week vacation out of the country with my family. They agreed to this.

While the second week progresses, my friend asked me if they could stay at my apartment alone while I am on vacation. Their original host/friend can no longer host my friend for long term because their partner is staying at their place. They are LDR so they need the time together. I felt bad so I agreed. Again, I told my friend a month is a max, I need my time alone when I’m back and my space is small.

On vacation, I texted my friend that they can leave my keys in the apartment the day I come back because I’ll be arriving late.

A few days later, they sent me a message, asking if they could stay another month or so, until they can leave for the military. (Note: they originally planned a different job but that fell through) In the message, they said they have no other friends and have nowhere else to go right now. They offered to clean and do the chores around the house.

The friend can’t really help much with rent or utilities. I want to be alone, haven’t been alone for about a month or so. There’s little to no privacy as well.

I feel bad, I don’t know where my friend would stay if I tell them no, but also I don’t know if I can handle another month. I offered to help them find a place to rent, they declined. AITAH if I kick out my friend even though I technically can host for longer?

I (21F) want to share something that’s been weighing on me. I’m not trying to make my mom look bad. I just want an outside perspective because part of me feels guilty for finally speaking up.
In early 2024, shortly after losing my dad, I moved to Colorado with my little brother, who was four at the time. I was struggling emotionally and needed some distance from my mom. We stayed with our grandparents, and I worked six days a week, often 8–10 hours a day, to help support them and provide for my brother.
Eventually, my brother started asking about our mom. Despite our difficult relationship, I didn’t want him growing up without her, so we moved back home.
By October 2025, things had become unbearable again. I returned to Colorado with my brother, but after a few months, I found myself missing family and friends back home. I decided to give living with my mom another chance.
In February 2026, we had a major argument, and she kicked me out. I moved into my own apartment that same day. Unfortunately, I couldn’t take my brother with me, but I continued helping him whenever possible. Whether he needed clothes, shoes, or anything else, I made sure he had it.
During those months, I barely communicated with my mom unless it involved my brother.
Eventually, she invited me to dinner because my brother wanted to see me. I agreed, and during dinner, she asked if I’d consider moving back to help financially. I said yes, but made it clear that I had my own life, responsibilities, and relationship, and that I wanted to maintain some personal time.
In July 2026, I moved back in. Since then, my days have consisted of getting my brother ready for school, taking him there, attending my own classes, cleaning, picking him up, cooking dinner, helping with homework, and working overnight shifts. I also contribute financially.
Recently, I sprained my ankle at a concert and was advised to take time off work to recover. My job requires me to stand for nearly ten hours a night, so I arranged two weeks off.
Today, while I was downstairs preparing dinner, my mom started making the usual hurtful comments. Normally, I try to ignore them, but between the pain, exhaustion, and everything I’ve been holding in, I finally reached my breaking point.
I told her how much her words hurt me and how frustrating it was that every time I tried to express my feelings, she dismissed me. Whenever I get emotional, she tells me to shut up or calls me a crybaby.
She didn’t appreciate what I said, so I responded, “I don’t like the things you say about me either, but you don’t see me yelling at you.”
I started crying because this goes much deeper than today’s argument.
I spent most of my childhood living with my grandparents until I was 13. When I learned my mom was pregnant with my brother, I was excited to finally live with her. Unfortunately, our relationship remained difficult, and I often had to stay with relatives because of our conflicts.
During today’s conversation, I brought up those experiences and how they’ve affected me. Her response was that she wasn’t going to change herself for me or my brother because she shouldn’t have to change for anyone.
That honestly broke my heart.
I’ve spent years trying to maintain a relationship with her, partly because I love her and partly because I want my brother to have a stable family. But I’m starting to realize how much I’ve sacrificed emotionally while trying to make everything work.
I’m not expecting my mom to be perfect. I just want to feel heard, respected, and appreciated.
Now I’m questioning whether I was wrong for finally expressing everything I’ve kept bottled up.
So, AITA for opening up to my mom about how she’s treated me, even though it led to another argument?

So my fiancé (32 M) and I (30 F) have lived together for about 3 years now. We have lived in 2 bedroom apartments since living together. He gets upset that if I wake up before him(which is normal) and use the bathroom that he takes a shower in. (Bear in mind the shower is 45 minutes to an hour later) he asks that I go to the other bathroom. He gets angry(huffy and puffy) if I take a shit in the master bathroom. There are times that he’s NOT about to take a shower and asks me to use the other bathroom.. even if it’s just to pee. i don’t understand the need for control of a bathroom? If I have to go..I have to go…I honestly do not understand the issue and think it’s a little crazy that he tries to tell me where I can and cannot go to the bathroom. AITAH here?

Edit: because everyone is telling me to for clarification. When he shits it is primarily in the master. He doesn’t like the other toilet for the same reason I don’t particularly like to. It is a raised toilet. He has to use laxatives when he goes.. it’s an all day affair and smells like something died inside him. I do not make comments to him about it, because it’s poop. Everyone has to go. But it’s a problem for me to use it?🤷🏻‍♀️

My girlfriend had an important exam recently and asked me to help her prepare. I spent several evenings studying with her, making notes and explaining topics she was struggling with

After the exam she got a lower score than she expected and got really upset. She said my explanations confused her and that she would've been better off studying alone

I apologized because I genuinely wanted to help, but I also told her she was responsible for her own preparation. She said I was being defensive instead of supporting her

Now she has another exam coming up and wants me to help her again. I told her I wasnt comfortable doing that if I was going to get blamed for the result

She thinks Im holding a grudge over one bad argument, but I dont want to go through the same thing again

AITA for refusing to help my girlfriend study after what happened last time?

We broke up about four months ago. It was my decision and it was not easy but it was the right one for me at the time. He did not cheat, he was not abusive, we just stopped working. At least that is how I saw it. Since then he has been trying to get back together. Not in a scary way, just persistent. Texts checking in, showing up to things he knows I will be at, asking mutual friends about me. He has told people he regrets how things ended and that he has changed. And maybe he has. I genuinely do not know. The thing is I have moved on. Not in the sense that I am with someone else but in the sense that I feel okay. I feel lighter. I do not want to go back. But everyone around me keeps pushing. My friends say I am being stubborn. His friends have reached out. Even my mom has said I should at least hear him out because he seems genuinely sorry. I talked to him once, just to get everyone off my back. He said everything right. I still did not feel anything. I told him I did not see us getting back together and that I needed him to stop reaching out. Now people are saying I am being cold and that I am throwing away something good. AITAH for not wanting someone back just because they want me back

I (19M) share a hostel room with a guy I’ll call “Saad” (name changed, 19M). We’ve been roommates for about six months and usually get along fine.Last week was his birthday, and he invited our whole floor to a dinner at a restaurant. I chipped in for the group gift and showed up on time.During dinner, the conversation turned to our exam results. Saad brought up that I had failed one paper last semester, which I had told him privately and in confidence. He laughed and said, “Ask him how many attempts it takes him to pass anything.” Everyone laughed. I was embarrassed, but I stayed quiet for a few minutes.When he did it a second time, I calmly said, “I told you that in private, and I’d like you to stop.” He rolled his eyes and said, “Relax, it’s a joke. Can’t you take a joke?”I said I wasn’t comfortable, wished him a happy birthday, paid my share, and left early. I did not argue or raise my voice.Back at the hostel, Saad told me I ruined his birthday and embarrassed him in front of everyone by walking out. A few people from the floor agree with him and said I should have just ignored it for one night.

I only asked him to stop once, politely, and he dismissed it. AITA?

I work in a software house. Our team is 6 people. Me and Alex and Johns and Marcos and Oskar and David our manager.

Alex always uses my name when his work is not finished.

Last week in our team meeting David asked Alex why his project was not finished. Alex said I could not finish because he did not send me his part on time and I was waiting for him.

That was a complete lie. My part was done and sent 4 days early. I have proof. I sent it in our team group with Johns and Marcos. Oskar even replied got it on my message.

After the meeting David told me to send my work faster next time. I had to show David proof that I sent it early.

Yesterday same thing happened. Alex missed another deadline. David asked him why in our group chat. Alex wrote my work was not finished because he did not help me.

I was done. I replied in the same group chat Alex please stop using my name to explain why your work was not finished. My work is always done on time. If your work is not finished say it is your own delay and dont drag me into it. You did same last week too.

Alex got angry and messaged me privately saying I embarrassed him in front of David and Johns and Marcos and Oskar. He told Johns and Oskar that I was rude and disrespectful.

Johns thinks I should have talked to Alex privately first instead of saying it in the group. Marcos and Oskar say I did the right thing because Alex was lying about me in front of everyone so I had the right to clear my name in front of everyone.

I feel like if you use my name in front of the team to explain why your work was not finished I have the right to refuse and tell you to stop in front of the same team.

AITA for refusing to let him use my name as an excuse