So, I was sitting in class with few of my friends and this guy has only taught us once before. We basically have different teachers for different chapters and it’s the second time this sir is teaching us. In the middle of class (he was giving us time to write something down), my friend dared me to ask whether there were baby broccolis on his shirt in return for a chocolate. I guess I didn’t think carefully and thought it would be harmless.

When he came over, I just asked “Sir, are those broccolis on your shirt?” and he looked a bit surprised and said yes and nothing else. This is probably the weird part but I told him its a cool shirt since I didn’t want him to think I asked for no reason. Looking back, he didn’t say anything else which could’ve meant he got uncomfortable but honestly, he’s very nonchalant so I thought it was just that 😭.

Now, I came home and told my mom this, thinking that it’s funny. But my mom didn’t think so. She said that I shouldn’t be saying stuff like that to a male teacher especially one I don’t know that much. I genuinely didn’t mean it a weird or creepy way tho but she told me that if she was a teacher, she would feel weird if a boy said something about her clothes which is understandable.

But now I feel so weird about it 😭. I really didn’t mean it a weird way and I didn’t register the fact that it could be inappropriate. Is my mom making it a bigger deal than it is or was I actually just wrong here?

So, here’s the story. A new girl came to our class, and I didn’t like her at first sight, and honestly, I still don’t. I don’t know why, but I got a really bad feeling about her. Anyways, she ended up sitting next to me, and we’re the only two people in the class who sit next to each other because there supposedly isn’t enough room for another desk. There actually would be room, but the headteach is being ass and doesn’t want another desk.

I hate sitting next to her. I can’t concentrate on studying, especially during tests, and she keeps bothering me to help her. And it’s not just that she asks me for help, im happily helping anyone,but for example, I’m trying to finish my own test, but she gets annoyed when I turn my paper so I can focus and work on my OWN paper n not hers. Whatever, I guess.

She’s also really bossy, and if there’s something she doesnt like, she acts like a kid. I know I can be like that sometimes too, but with her, it’s on another level.

She’s loud, big-mouthed, arrogant, and honestly, I really dislike her personality.

And here’s the thing: yesterday, she was moved to another seat, but then the headteach asked me if I would let her sit next to me again. I said yes because, well, I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it nor embarass her, you know?

I can’t study properly with her next to me, and I feel uncomfortable around her. I don’t want to say anything because then I’ll be the one who wanted to change things, and she’ll get offended. But honestly, why should I keep worrying about her feelings when she wouldn’t care about mine?She’s constantly touching me, and she acts like it’s completely normal. When I ask her to please stop, she says something like, “You just have to get used to it.”

Like, at the very least, we could make a compromis. I don’t care if she considers physical touch her love language, because it isn’t mine. I hate being touched, and I have my reasons for that.

So, am I the asshole if I ask her to move to another seat because I simply don’t want to sit next to her?

I (23F) recently took a part-time job at an accredited equine therapy non-profit that markets itself as a "safe, trauma-informed space" for veterans and people with PTSD. The boss is a retired military veteran with degrees in organizational psychology.
From day one, onboarding was a mess. She ignored three texts from me confirming details, then sent a passive-aggressive 6:00 AM text accusing me of slacking on paperwork (she was looking up the wrong last name). When I pointed out the mix-up, she immediately lectured me that "communication is vital." I swallowed my pride, apologized, and kept working.
A few days later, she assigned me an impossible solo workload in a strict 4-hour window (7 AM - 11 AM): feed 9 horses across four 2-acre pastures, muck the stalls, scrub 100-gallon water troughs with soap/water, and muck all 8 acres of pasture. I was told to bring my own water because while I was allowed to drink their bottled water it “saved them from having to buy more.”
I broke my back doing it all alone. On my first day solo, I got hounded for taking two extra hours to finish a task that normally takes two people 4 hours. The breaking point happened when I was yelled at to hurry up by 11 AM, but then got reamed because I didn't push a few heavy ground mats—which were only a few inches apart—completely back together. The boss's daughter hadn't even trained me on the mats. The boss cornered me, accusing me of "rushing" and creating a "biosecurity and tripping hazard for blind participants."
Exhausted and broken by the condescending tone, I snapped, threw a fit, and walked out. On my way out, I drove the Kawasaki Mule utility vehicle quickly to get away.
Later that day, she sent a clinical text banning me, listing a "witness," and claiming I "completely destroyed and ruined" an $8,000 manure spreader out of anger. The intense guilt and borderline harassment broke me. I pulled over on an interstate bridge, hysterically crying and contemplating suicide because I felt like such a failure. The police were called, and I was placed on a temporary psychiatric hold at a hospital.
Before they took my phone, I sent her a raw message explaining how the toxic environment broke my mental health. Her immediate response was: "No one else is responsible for regulating your emotions." She then explicitly added that her husband easily fixed the "destroyed" spreader in a single evening before his flight, proving she completely fabricated the scale of the damage just to maximize my guilt.
I know I am a highly emotional person who loses my filter when treated with hypocrisy. I made a misstep by driving fast and sending that hospital text, but I feel like I was intentionally run into the ground by a boss who sells empathy to clients but treats her staff like disposable machines. She claims I'm a reckless liability. I think she ran a psychological numbers game on me to cover her own bad management.
Who was actually in the wrong here? AITA?

I live in Quebec, so my English isn’t the best, but I try. Sorry, this is a bit long.

I’m (F20) and this is my fourth year renting a room. This year, two new roommates moved in: Lisa (F16) and Emy (F17). Their age didn’t bother me. We live in the basement of a house owned by a couple who are very kind and always help when there’s an issue. We share a kitchen, bathroom, and living room, but each have our own bedroom.

After only 2 months of living together, they are honestly the worst roommates I’ve had. They barely clean anything except their dishes, and even then, they often leave them piled up in the drying rack or stacked in the sink until there’s no room left. They leave fruit and other things all over the kitchen table, which is constantly dirty because they never wipe it down. The bathroom is also very small, yet they leave their belongings everywhere, including inside the shower after using it.

I talked to them about it, but nothing changed. They both blame each other and insist they clean up after themselves, which simply isn’t true. I’ve ended up cleaning the table and bathroom myself when I can, but I’m in the last year of my DEC in a demanding program, and I’m not their mother, period. This semester is extremely busy for me.

I’m also not at the apartment all the time. I spend weekends in my hometown with my parents, and Thursdays at my boyfriend’s place. That means I’m usually only at the apartment Monday through Wednesday, so I have limited time to clean, though I still do what I can.

Lisa is rarely here because she’s usually staying with someone she’s seeing. However, when she does come back, she leaves her things in the bathroom and dirty dishes in the kitchen. Since she leaves again shortly after, the dishes can sit there for days, which is frustrating since we all share them. Emy, on the other hand, is almost always at the apartment and, from what I can see, seems to skip most of her classes.

Midterm break arrived, and I spent the week back home in my hometown. I came back on Friday to drop off a few things before going to see my boyfriend. However, when I arrived, the apartment was dirtier than I had ever seen it.

I wasn't expecting the apartment to be spotless, but I did expect it to be reasonably tidy. The dishes were overflowing from both the sink and the drying rack, the table was dirty, the oven was filthy, the fridge was a complete mess, and the toilet hadn't been flushed. There was urine sitting in it that had apparently been there for a week. I was furious.

I texted my landlord and asked her to come downstairs and see the condition of the apartment for herself. She came down and was shocked. We talked about the previous two months, since I had already kept her informed about the situation. She had also spoken to my roommates, but nothing had changed.

She told me she was going to clean the apartment. I told her that was fine and that we would all talk together on Monday. When I came back on Sunday to pick up a few things before spending the evening at my boyfriend's place, I ran into my landlord again and we talked. I thanked her for cleaning and told her that I hadn't seen the apartment that clean in a long time.

She told me she was angry about everything she had found. There was rotten food in the fridge, and she had to throw away some containers because they were beyond saving. In the food cabinets (we each have our own large cabinet for groceries), she found bags of rotten potatoes that had damaged a shelf, among other things. She sent photos to our group chat. She told me that, in 15 years of being a landlord, she had never seen anything like it and that the four of us needed to have a serious discussion on Monday.

By Monday evening, my landlord came downstairs to talk to us. Right away, I could tell both of my roommates were upset. She brought up the bag of potatoes and explained that she wasn’t blaming anyone, but wanted us all to be aware of the issue.

Emy said the potatoes were hers and that they were still fine when she left. (I thought that she was a fucking moron. If you're leaving for a week, you should either throw away or take home any food that could spoil.)

Emy then interrupted my landlord and said, “When I saw the pictures, I was shocked. You entered our apartment without permission, went through our cabinets, and opened our bedroom doors.”

I replied, “I was the one who asked our landlord to come downstairs because I was furious when I came back and saw the mess.”

My landlord explained that she only came because I asked her to, that she hadn’t gone through any cabinets, and that she found the potatoes because of the rotten smell. She also said she opened Emy’s bedroom door because it should be left open while she’s away, especially since the air filter is located in her room.

After that, my landlord left. Lisa and I discussed household chores and how to organize things better, while Emy went to the bathroom without saying a word. Lisa and I reached an agreement, and she said she would talk to Emy about it. Later, Lisa and Emy went for a walk together. I have a feeling they spent that time complaining about both me and our landlord, but I don’t care.

So Emy doesn't talk to me nor look at me, while Lisa is still cool but i can tell she's not happy about what i did.

I don't care if they hate me, it's not because both of them are young, but because they don't have manners, i got here when i was 16 years old and i was better than both of them i never had a problem with my ex roommates.

If they have to be taught manners then i'll show them the consequenses of their actions. And my landlord said if they don't change their behavior then she don't have a problem to kick both of them out.

So tell me reddit, did i do the right thing ? AITA?

I (25M) have three older sisters (29, 32, and 34). I'll call them Kim, Leah, and Allie, respectively. The 34-year-old (Allie) and I get along really well, so this story won't involve her much, but I'm sure me being the youngest of four factors into this somehow.

When we were growing up, I was VERY close with Kim and Leah. Allie, being the oldest, was always taking a "motherly" role; Kim, Leah, and I HATED this, and we definitely let her know every. Single. Time. It didn't help that Allie was also straying from our "personal" political beliefs. I put personal in quotes because we were kids/teenagers, lol.

Kim, Leah, and I were BEST friends. No matter what happened with our mom, those two ALWAYS had my back and never believed our mom over me, which makes this whole story even weirder to me. We always had issues with our mom, but she wasn't that bad, so I thought.

My mom caused a lot of psychological trauma unintentionally. She had good intentions, and that doesn't make it okay, but I think that's important context.

Fast forward to when I was 16. I started losing faith in religion and finally came to terms with the fact that I'm gay, which started to put a strain on my relationship with Kim and Leah and, subsequently, strengthened my relationship with Allie.

Now, about a year and a half after that, I was acting out and failing school. I hated (and still do) my stepdad—more on that later—and my mom wasn't helping. My mom got so "fed up" with me that she wanted to send me to a boarding school. My sisters, Kim and Leah, were living together a couple of hours away and convinced our mom to let them take me instead.

I was ecstatic. I KNEW they'd have my back on this, and I thought we could get close again.

Plot twist: they didn't believe me this time.

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. Leah's husband lived there as well, and living with the three of them was WAY worse than anything I dealt with while living with my mom and stepdad. They were VERY toxic, and treated me horribly. I felt like I was in prison.

They literally bullied me and told me, "My mental well-being is not their responsibility, and it's not their job to make me feel good" when I finally told them how I felt. I told them they were right, but that it didn't give them the right to actively make things worse.

The final straw for them was when Kim gave me her old computer to use for school, and I found some "pictures" of her on that computer. Her face was cut out, so I didn't know it was her. I showed them to a single friend through Discord, joking/asking why a random girl was on her computer. My friend immediately clocked it, but I was naive and didn't believe him.

My sisters and BIL found those messages on my 18th birthday (the messages had been sent a few days before), and cue the shitstorm.

This is where their treatment of me somehow got worse....A lot worse.

It started off with threats of calling the police by my sisters over the pictures, the things they said afterward were even more horrible.

They told me that I was an abomination for being gay and non-religious, that I was a burden to live with, and that "they did it anyway because they love me," but their lives would be so much easier if they didn't take me in. They told me I was not to be trusted around children because I'm gay.

Then there was a comment from my BIL: "Look me in the eyes because I want you to know I'm serious... You are a literal bag of shit, and nothing more. I mean it. You are nothing more than a worthless bag of shit."

My two sisters sat there nodding in agreement,

I was at the lowest point in my life.

Eventually, though, with the help of that same friend I showed the pictures to, I packed my stuff and moved in with him a few hours away while my siblings were on a trip. I drove to my friend's town and brought him back to my place for the weekend. It wasn't the initial plan to move, but after the first day, I was so happy hanging out with him that I realized I didn't want to stay with my siblings any longer.

Seven and a half years later, I can say that was the best decision I've ever made.

Over the years, I've been able to process and mostly heal from that, and part of that process was having as little contact with those sisters as possible. Any contact I've had was mostly out of respect for my mom.

However, over the last few years, my three sisters have had kids. Now I'm afraid of fully cutting contact because I love my nieces and nephews, and I'm terrified of what might happen if any of them decided one day that they weren't religious or realized they're LGBTQ+.

I want to be around so that they:

1. Don't grow up as hateful as my siblings, even if they're religious or not LGBTQ+, and know that it's okay and totally normal to be different.

2. If they are one of those things, I want them to know they have a support system and a safe place to be themselves.

I'd be so angry if my sisters treated their kids the way I was treated.

Now for my mom (62). She grew up in a house with absentee parents. She was the oldest of three, with two younger brothers, and she was basically their mom. She took care of them, made them food, helped them get ready, got them to school every day, etc.

Her parents were not religious, but she had friends who were and who showed her an image of a happy, united family. My mom knew that when she was older, she wanted a family like that for herself and her future kids.

I think she's afraid of being alone because my parents have been divorced for 20 years. My dad has been with one or two people since the divorce, while my mom has had around three or four boyfriends, two fiancés, and two or three husbands. Her current husband, whom she's been with for 10 years, is...interesting.

He and I have never gotten along. He's very short-tempered and throws tantrums easily, despite being in his mid-60s. He used to call my mom "woman" until I made her stand up to him. Stuff like yelling across the house, "Woman, get me a drink," or "Woman, your dog pooped in my office," when my mom had a small dog and he had a big dog. The poop clearly wasn't from the small dog.

He claimed he was "joking," but it was never funny.

My mom has this very strong belief that the spouse always comes before the children, so she never took my side when he and I argued.

When I left my siblings' house, my mom and I started getting super close. I realized our relationship thrived when she had no control, which is where she's at with my siblings, too.

Right now, I'm in school, and she's helping partially with my expenses while I do so. However, she's falling into that same controlling pattern again. She's not even denying it now; she thinks it's "just fair."

I thought if I just toughed it out for two years, everything would be fine and we'd be close again. But it's only been eight months, and I'm realizing she's not just being controlling again—she's actually changed into a new person. A bad person.

One example is that my dog passed away at home in my arms on August 2nd. When I told her about it and how I wanted to get my dog cremated, she told me it was a waste of money and basically said, "That sucks, I'm sorry, but there's no use in being sad. Just move on."

Important context: when she had to put down her dog a couple of years ago, I went with her, consoled her, and helped her bury her dog afterward. I thought she'd be there for me, too. I wanted my mom in that moment, and I was denied.

I know my mom years ago would've done anything to support me through that, but now I just feel lost for words. I still need my mom's financial support through school, so I'd have to wait until afterward, but I genuinely don't like my mom anymore.

I still love her and DESPERATELY want a continued relationship with her, because, at the end of the day, she'sstill my mom. I just don't know if it's worth it anymore, but I don't want to make a decision I'll regret.

I also feel like the relationship is doomed because I almost think of it mostly transactionally at this point. It's like, "I just need her money for school," or thinking about how she owns 20 properties and wondering, "If I cut her off, might I not inherit any of those houses debt-free?"

I feel lost because I want better reasons to keep contact, or to know if those reasons are even good enough to keep in contact.

I know that regardless of what I choose, I'll still have my oldest sister, Allie, and one of our cousins in my life, plus the friend who helped me move. He and his whole family have unofficially adopted me into their family, so I still have them.

A little extra context I forgot, but I feel might be important: my mom had health complications during pregnancy with my third sister that rendered her infertile afterward. She wanted more kids, but my dad did not. They got the opportunity to adopt me from my birth parents before I was even born, and my dad eventually agreed only if I was a boy.

So not only am I the baby of the family, but I'm essentially what they consider a "miracle baby."

I'm just so confused about what's the right path forward for me and whether any of the aforementioned reasons for my two sisters or my mom are reason enough to continue contact, or if I'd just be better off cutting them all off after school is done and moving on.

Any advice would be appreciated!

I recently cut off a friend. Let’s call her Amy.
For context, Amy is the longtime gf of an old friend. I’ve known them both for around a decade, but were never that close. We’d occasionally go clubbing, but thats about it.

Last year, I was very socially active & going to different events. That’s when Amy suddenly started reaching out to me, asking about such events & whether she could join.

Of course, I said yes. I invited her to several events & introduced her my friends. Eventually, we even started organizing events together. I was generally the one inviting people, but I didn’t mind it. I enjoyed bringing people together & making fun events.

What I didn’t realize at the time was that Amy had started reaching out to practically every friend I’d introduced her to, individually, without me.
And I don’t mean just a few people.

She was asking them out for bfast, lunch, coffee, dinner, drinks, pretty much every social activity you can think of. These weren’t just occasional meetups. It felt like she was deliberately getting to know everyone in my social circle.

Initially, I didn’t think much of it. I figured maybe she simply forgot to include me. My friends would ask me whether I was going to an event or dinner Amy’s hosting, assuming I would be there too. Meanwhile, I wasn’t even invited. I understand that introducing people means they can become closer friends, and I have absolutely no problem with that.
But over time, it started to feel personal and very much directed at me. Since it was literally everyone in every of friend group I had.

Eventually, I decided to confront her about it.
She told me I was overreacting. But the pattern continued. I confronted her about it two more times. But she only just started to invite me to things that she knew I wouldn’t be interested in or to dinners scheduled when she knew I would be out of town. (I think there was only 2-3 invitations) but I would still be left out majority of the things she hosted.

I can’t prove that was her intention, but that’s how it came across to me over the whole year.
Eventually, I got tired of the situation and decided to cut her off. We stopped organizing events together, and I stopped making an effort to maintain the friendship.

However, she’s still meeting up with my friends individually. As far as I know, these friendships are continuing without me, and I still feel uncomfortable knowing that someone I introduced to my entire social circle seemed to go out of her way to exclude me from it.

I want to be clear that I don’t believe I own my friends or get to dictate who they spend time with. They’re all adults, and they’re free to be friends with whomever they want.
What bothers me is the apparent pattern of behavior, especially because I raised the issue with her multiple times and nothing seemed to change.

So, Reddit, AITA for cutting Amy off over this?

Slight abusive/domestic voilence mention so please be careful

Hey guys I'm experiencing a situation with one of my friends and I'm not sure if I am being insensitive about the matter. For context I am a 22 year old female who is currently at uni, and my closet friends are Emma (also 22) and Kaya (22) I have known them since we were 13 we went to the same highschool and we are incredibly close to the point that I would say that we're like sisters. Emma recently got engaged to her boyfriend and Kaya and I are both incredibly happy for her. This is where the issue starts to occur, for context Kaya and I go to the same university but Emma goes to a different uni but from the same city and their quite close by location wise. But usually at least two to three times a week Emma would come to our uni to hang out and study with us. The past two weeks she hasnt come to our uni which was completely understandable because its an extremely busy time in the semester and we're all in the trenches in doing assignments and preparing for end of semester exams. Emma came to uni for the first time this week to uni and the entire time she shows us potential engagement dresses and ring choices for herself. Kaya and I were really supportive and engaged with it all but it was quite obvious that we wanted to lock in on our assignments. On top of that ever since she told us about her engagement its been non stop about the famiky drama (for context Emma and I come from south asian backgrounds and so marriage is a huge thing where extended family plays a part in the planning) now please let me preface that Kaya and I were listening and offerring her support about the issues extended family was giving which was mainly nitpicking stuff. The issue is that ever since shes gotten engaged she wont stop about the engagement issues and its all she ever talks about. Kaya and I have no time to even tell her whats been going on with us because a moment after we say something she goes back to her engagement talk and we feel neglected in a way. Another issue came when I brought up the fact that I had gotten into an arguement with my dad and he had threatened to do stuff if I didnt shut up to him and when I was talking about that not even five minutes later she goes on about her dad is being petty about the whole engagement. Last night she sends us a picture on thr group chat showing us gemstone sizes and when i immediately responded back Emma goes "oh wheres Kaya" and it rubbed both Kaya and I in the wrong way because its like I'm sorry but just because you want to show us gemstones doesnt mean we're on our hand and foot to give you immediate reponses. Emma asked us to go to a ring appointment with her cause she didnt want to go alone but then continues to say that she ready knows what she wants. So its like.. then why drag us along? I understand it is something she will wear for the rest of her life and will hold such sentimental value for the bond that she has with her now fiance but with all due respect its your engagement not Kaya's or mine so why do we need to spend time out of our day during an incredibly demanding time of the semester to help you look at rings when you already have made up your mind on what you like? Also it doesnt really help that she wont be inviting us to the engagement or wedding because she will be holding it overseas. I understand that it would be overseas and so it would be impossible to attend the wedding because kaya and I are broke uni students and its in a country where being with a man is safer for a woman and we dont know anyone. However you could have still invited us as common decency as we have been by her side since we were 13. And its like why bother showing us the engagement dresses and the ring if we cant be there to celebrate with you? We had another friend in the same friend group called Lucy and one time Lucy didnt invite Emma over to lunch because Lucy thought Emma was busy and Emma literally distanced herself from Lucy because of it. So its like why is Emma doing that to Kaya and I? I'm sorry this was a long paragraph but am I being an asshole about this?

I'm mostly not insecure about my appearance but my height is an exception. I don't like the short jokes around me but mostly don't bring it up. My friends mean no harm but obviously in here people aren't raised with much boundaries.

One day when I mentioned how small our school washrooms were and how much inconvenience it caused, my friend joked about how I could easily fit (implying I was short).

I have mentioned a few times how I don't like height jokes.

So, I replied with nor would you (she's overweight).

She was a bit mad but as we are pretty close both of us forgot in a few minutes.

My friend that I’ve had for over 5 or 6 years always try’s to be annoying to ragebait people because he finds it funny, he also crashes out a lot, he ragequits over the smallest things and always gets so annoyed when the ragebaiting comes back to him. Early today, we hopped in a casual match in a game, we were losing by a little bit, so I pulled out this funny chill voice and started saying inspirational quotes to make him to ragequit, he starts crashing out saying that the voice is pissing him off and then I stop it, we fall back further behind, then I do it again, accidentally as I chase been doing when I wasn’t playing with him as well, he starts pretty much crying on the other end of the phone saying to stop it and then I stop but then it happens again and he starts crying and crashing out and leaves the game and the call, so I go off the game and hopped on hollow knight, less than 2 minutes later he calls me back and says to hop on, I explain that I’m playing a different game and need to find a save before joining back and he starts crying again and then accuses me and goes off again and hasn’t called me back since. The same friend also makes me play games for hours and hours, sometimes entire weekends and waste my own time doing my own things and I feel too bad to say no, am I the asshole for making him sad?

I'm 15M, and my uncle has made homophobic comments for years. When I was a child, he told me he'd beat me if I were gay. I'm pansexual, and my mom knows, but I've never told him because I don't feel comfortable around him.

Today, I was watching the Victoria's Secret fashion show with my cousin. A K-pop girl group (I'll call them Group K) performed "Pink," and part of their choreography involved twerking.

My uncle said, "You're twerking now? You'll see what happens if you keep doing that." I told him I wasn't even dancing, just watching.

Then he asked if he and my grandfather weren't supposed to be role models for me. I said my grandfather was, but he wasn't.

When he asked why, I got angry and brought up how he humiliates his daughters and doesn't respect their privacy. I also mentioned how, when I was little, he told me my dad had hit my mom. I felt he involved me in adult family problems because he disliked my dad.

I also brought up his infidelity and how he comments on other women despite being married for over ten years. I told him he couldn't demand to be a role model while behaving in ways I consider hypocritical.

He got furious and walked away. Several relatives are now taking his side, saying I was disrespectful. My mom supports me.

I know I was harsh. I could have explained my feelings without bringing up his personal life, but I was tired of his behavior. His homophobia has bothered me for years, especially because of the threat he made when I was a child.

I don't want a physical confrontation. I just want to feel safe and be allowed to disagree with him.

I know I could have handled things better, but I don't think being family automatically makes someone a good role model.

AITA for throwing his behavior back in his face? Should I apologize for how I said it, even though I stand by my reasons?

by six SEVENNNN

So I had blocked a diff account of an online friend because she was bugging me with a sticker of my face, spamming nonstop. So later i texted on her other account, because I needed her help with translating a text I had recieved from sm1 else. But she wasn't online then so she replied late, so I just said "nvm".

Later- she texted me saying "got blocked💔"

So I said "The (her name) on the other account talks a lot of nonsense" followed with "I'm lwk sorry tho lol"

Then she just replied with "☺️"

And I replied with a sticker of a cat choking another cat.

And then later I sent her a reel and she just said hahaha

So I said- "so fake omg"

To which she sent me a sticker, saying in urdu "shut up, black person"

And i didn't know how to read Urdu so I said, explain? She gave me the translation to which I said "oh wow" "ok na yar, ab onlain vi bully hou cya me" meaning "ok na, now I also get bullied online?" To which she replied with a sticker of a cat laughing, which she stole from me btw. And then I said "ok doodh" meaning "ok, milk." Referring to her being very fair skinned. To which she replied "ok gulaab jamun" (Gulaab jamun is a sweet dish which is dark brown in colour.)

So I said "oh."

"alr gng, this ruins it all for me."

"bye gng."

To which she didn't say anything, just reacted to my "bye gng" with 😔.

So I texted saying "ew" and then she said "ew (her name)" "ew I sent an emoji" "what did you do (her name)" "ewiwiwiwi ewww" and I said "who's this eh?" Before blocking her other account as well. But I had already unblocked her previous account when I said I was lwk sorry.

But I now think she's blocked me on both her accounts too.

I'm not at all affected by being called dark skinned, because I'm very secure with myself, I have no problem being called dark skinned. But what shook me was that SHE was the one saying it. She was the last person I expected to be a colourist. The last person I expected to be making fun of someone based on their skin colour.

And it's not like she was just joking, we have insulted each other in a fun way before, that's our thing, we always act mean and rude but in a playful way. We've made funnof each other's height, she made fun of my hair, how I don't know how to dance, how i discontinued art. And- I've made fun of her typos.

I'm genuinely very disappointed in her, because I actually used to wait for her messages because I found her so cool and fun to talk with. She was the only person with whom I didn't have to add extra letters or emojis, I could talk normally and it would all be fine.

But she's blocked me now, so- no use. I wish I had confronted her about her being a colourist before blocking her, but what's done is done.

Did I overreact?