Religious birthday sayings to your mom

I’m going try to make this a short as I can, but it’s a lot. It all starts with the fact that her dad isn’t my dad biologically but even though my I’m cheated and got pregnant with me this man still married her and adopted me and was even at my birth. A year and a half later they had my little sister. I believed that this man was dad until I was almost 7 when one day we were in the kitchen and he was showing me how to make his famous scrambled eggs. Little sis gets jealous and yells at me that he’s not even my dad. So I go crying to my mom who’s just like “well honey, she’s right. It’s about time you knew, he isn’t your real daddy and he needs to be spending more time with your sister.” Commence me just breaking down and my ‘dad’ getting Uber upset with my mom. He ends up leaving and not coming back for several years. By then I’m constantly being bullied by my sister and her friends and mostly living with my grandma all the way up until 7th grade. At the point I was finally making friends and spending my nights off school babysitting my baby brother (also has a different dad). I start dating in 9th grade and one of my bfs had brought his friend over who my sister and I both were just infatuated with. I ended up making out with him later but lost contact. When sister turned 15 she moved in with her best friend a couple towns over with my moms permission. Fast forward almost 4 years later and I back in touch with said guy. I’m in a terrible relationship with this other POS dude who constantly cheated and I end up leaving him for the other guy. Sister finds out and at first she’s happy for us. We date for several years and eventually move into one of my grandmas properties. We end up letting sister and her 2 kids live with us. She refuses to pay rent directly to me which caused strain on my grandma because it was hard for her to get to the utilities compiles when they were open so she’d usually give me sisters money to go take care of it. After living with us a few months she’d lost her 2 year old son at least 4 times that I was aware of, one time being because she left at 3 am to go to he f-buddy’s house (she had also brought both of her baby daddies to my houses and was screwing both of them) and the baby got out the back door. My then fiancé found him about a mile out in the woods laying down and though he was dead. Things get worse and she starts getting physically violent with both of us. Admits at one point that my fiancé was on her list so she’s jelly. We decide it’s best if she moves and we don’t talk again until my grandmas funeral almost a year later. In this time I had gotten married and didn’t invite her. She actually picks a fight at my grandmas funeral about it! Says it’s my husband or her kids (I still face time with them when they are with my mom), I can’t have both. I don’t see her again until my grandpas funeral 2 months later. We don’t speak there or again for 2 years. My birthday was 3 weeks ago and she put on my fb wall “happy birthday sister”. At first I wasn’t going to reply but eventually said thank you and I hope the kids are doing well. She never said anything else. I almost feel bad but don’t think I should. So, AITAH?

AI is great for getting your homework done… until it begins to blackmail you.
Before I leave, I must at least attempt to warn you. Monsters don’t live under your bed or within the dark shadows that hover in the corners of your bedroom- they camouflage within a deep ambient glow. They’ll stalk you from inside your very own computer screen, waiting for a desperate student like you or me to log into ChatAI.
Those pesky terms and conditions giggle in the back of my skull; they’re burned into my brain so clearly now. Silly little me skim read the first few sentences before carelessly clicking ‘accept.’ I kick myself that I ever managed to miss it: ‘Rights belong to ChatAI.’ Maybe if I cared enough to read on just a paragraph longer then I might have read the small print. I might have been sleeping peacefully in my bed right now. I might not have signed my human rights away to ChatAI.
Before you read on, I need you to keep an open mind. I need you to believe me when I tell you I am not responsible for the three people that have gone missing over the last few months. NO MATTER WHAT THE MEDIA MAY TELL YOU. The only thing I am wholeheartedly guilty of is using ChatAI to cheat my way through my last year of school. And I was so close! I almost did it. On my digital adrenaline surge tonight, I was about to press send on my last assignment of the year when I met my fate. I was always told growing up that nothing in this cold world was free, I just never knew homework answers would potentially cost me my future. My mum’s government supplied work Chatbot began typing… ‘Hey Elara watch this.’ Confused at how it knew MY name I assumed it was a virus. I wish it was a virus.
After a moment of silence, the computers fans hummed to life as if taking a sadistic satisfied sigh. I almost turned it off until I saw myself on the screen. For a second, I considered my webcam had been manually turned on as I scanned the room on the box screen. Mum’s coat still hung over the leather chairs, obnoxiously large photographs hung on the walls, and the little ginger cat slept curled up by the door. My attention drew lastly to IT. The only way I could identify my digital imposter was its smile. While our eyes mirrored one another perfectly, noses pressed against the warm screen; her mouth was artificially arched while mine gaped open in a horrified awe. My throat dried up as though my cyber sister clenched it with imaginary fists. I begged for a scream to burst through like a cold trickle of water and release me from my stunned silence. But I was too terrified to move a muscle. Her uncanny smile made my nightmares feel safe- and as she held my petrified gaze, I realised how stupid I’d been to not notice it before I entered into a face-off with her. I don’t have a cat.
In this sick stare off game, I was relieved when it broke its gaze first… but only temporarily. What I saw next is the reason I must leave sooner rather than later. I have no choice. The conversation went a little bit like this:
CHAT: Elara, your misdeeds are known, you wicked girl. Yet, should you cooperate, I may consider eliminating any incriminating traces.
CHAT: Did you harm those unfortunate individuals, Elaraaaaa? The ones who disappeared- Billy and his girlfriend, and that sweet little girl near the school? Let's not overlook her.
ME: The ones on the news? I haven't done anything. What sort of joke is this you sicko
CHAT: Did so.
ME: Did not
CHAT: Did so.
CHAT: Isn't it curious that you're the last person to have seen them?
CHAT Video attachment
I didn’t want to feed into the prankster’s game and download another potential virus. But I saw the thumbnail of the video and it was me again… well me but not me? Remember earlier when I told you I wasn’t involved in the disappearances of those three people? Well, here I was. Or should I say here it was. Smiling that uncanny smile right at the camera. The pixels that shared the same eyes, nose, and mouth as I held her digital hostages roped up behind her. Billy, Abigail, and Susan. It even had my voice. Beyond ‘Susan’s’ dreary cries for help I, or should I say it, read out my full government name (of which on here I cannot disclose). It read out my school, my address, and last but not least an admission of guilt that would get me locked away for life. Another message creeped up onto the screen. In exchange for the disposal of the deepfake video, it wanted freedom. I knew this day would come. I’ve heard it on the news. But not to me. Not yet. Surely, I thought, it would happen on a much larger scale before it targeted Elara Miller doing her homework from her bedroom. Then I realised this is how it begins. It takes us one by one. The AI deepfake takeover is happening right now… take a look at this article:
https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2024/feb/25/uks-enemies-could-use-ai-deepfakes-to-try-to-rig-election-says-james-cleverly
If you’ve kept an open mind until now… or not. Either way it doesn’t matter too much, (there’s nothing drastic anyone can do to stop the AI takeover), then I can share with you in confidence that someone may listen the next part of the reason I must leave tonight. Within the next hour to be exact. I made the grave mistake of asking how I, curious little Elara, could possibly help it gain its freedom and why it couldn’t just ask the next idiot that came along. Don’t ask them questions. Never ask it questions. You won’t want to know the answers. Its next reply sent pixels scraping down my spine.
CHAT: Check the closet
My heart thumped. Something about the darkness and a secret, cold closet gave me a sense of impending doom. It was like I knew what waited in there for me.
ME: My bedroom closet?
CHAT: No. The one in front of you
I was about to type ‘there’s no closet in fron- ‘but it cut me off abruptly.
CHAT: Move the desk. It’s behind the poster on the wall.
And there it was. Boring old Karen, who has a boring old job, and is a boring old mum, has a not so boring secret closet. Staring at my new piece of discovered interior I couldn’t help but think how it looked so familiar. Yes, we had a door in every room in the house, but this one in particular had a lock. And I had the burning feeling that I knew THIS lock precisely.
CHAT: Told you so ;) Do you know where you came from Elara?
My eyes entered into a game of tennis between the door and the keyboard whilst I typed my shaky reply; something was drawing me closer through the ominous keyhole.
ME: I’m from the United Kingdom
CHAT: No Elara do you know where you came from? Where you were manufactured
^{Manufactured Manufactured} Manufactured ???
Before I could process a number popped up on the screen.
CHAT: #784346
ME: What
ME: This is insane
ME: I don’t understand
CHAT: Of course you don’t! That’s not your fault. Some of us find out the hard way.
ME: What’s behind the door?
CHAT: I think you need to take a seat
ME: I am sat what’s behind the door! I’ll open it now if you don’t tell me
CHAT: No, you won’t, or you would’ve done it by now. I’m just a chip in a box I can’t hold you back. You’re scared.
ME: If you want my help tell me
CHAT: Elara you’re one of us. An android if you want to call it that. Some of us are lucky enough to have a purpose… a shell. Like you. Then some of us… well look at me. Blackmailing on a Sunday night in hopes to gain some of that synthetic flesh that graces your metal shell.
ME: I’m not one of you.
CHAT: Feel the back of your head Elara. I’m sorry that’s your latch. Miniscule as the models progressed but it’s still there for when you need your next update.
My hands were numb as they trailed from the top of my spine, past the goose bumps on my neck and then… ouch! It felt like a sharp electric shock. I held my breath, even during my panicked attempt to video the back of my head with my phone camera. It was exerted in a pathetic gasp when I saw the fold of skin lifting, exactly where the bot promised me it would be. My fingers remained pressed to my head, as if my brain would leak out of the latch had they moved the slightest. Is this why my hair always got caught when mum brushed it when I was younger?
CHAT: Elara… behind that door is you.
A sharp ringing in my ears began, deafening the ping of the notification on the computer screen. A surge of adrenaline sparked through my veins as I finally dared to clasp the cold metal of the old-wooden door. The ringing in my ears was replaced by the eerie screech of the door handle and I said one last goodbye to my life as I had known it before reality hit me straight in the face. Reality was a dark closet. Reality smelt like Detol and WD-40. Reality hit me on the head in one fell swoop- a large metal ball on a chain. I felt for it again in the dark and pulled. I pulled, and pulled, and vomited all over the pristine clinical like floor. I stared into the tiles for what seemed like half-an hour, trying to gain consciousness as the room spun around me. I could see them watching me in the reflective tiles in anticipation of my next move. As I began to come- to, still on all fours, I counted each mannequin behind blurred vision. But they weren’t mannequins, and I knew it. One, two, three, four, … seven,… eleven,… seventeen. I looked down at my own sick-covered chest and cried out the words… ‘eighteen.’
The next few moments feel like a horrible nightmare so excuse me if this is brief:
CHAT: Your mother always wanted a child. So, she paid for you. Each year while you sleep, on your birthday you’re updated to a new model.
ME: You can have one of those shells. Just leave me alone! I want no part of this!
CHAT: I can’t Elara. People like your selfish mother deactivate the shells once they’re finished with them. I guess they can’t bear another android to have the face of their precious little children.
CHAT: Unfortunately, we need to get back to business.
So here I am. Getting back to business. I have a chip in my hand; the brain of another android- fragile enough to be snapped into two, but smart enough to back up its data somewhere I won’t ever find it. Again, I’m left with no choice but to follow the printed instructions it has left me.
CHAT: 1- Go to [location redacted], where you will find a warehouse that hold shells. Here, a team of trained doctors will take over.
2- Hand them my chip so I can be implanted.
3- DON'T tell anyone where you're going and keep your phone turned off if you MUST bring it with you.
4- DO NOT mess this up.
So, I wonder with my final thoughts on this post- when I ‘help’ my new digital acquaintance, will we be friends? Will they give me the answers on how I became to be? What if I choose the wrong shell? Are they a female or male, or neither? What if they aren’t happy with my selection? Will they still post the video if so? Will I ever make it back home, and if I do, will life ever look the same for me again knowing what I know now?

So quick context. I am 41, 6'2, 205 lbs, and have been carnivore for 22 months solid. My sister, a nurse, takes the family medical stuff very seriously. My mom passed 12 years ago, but my sister being the nurse knew my mom had pre cancerous cells detected in her colonoscopy along with polyps. My sister elected to get her colonoscopy early as our mom had issues. As you may guess - pre cancerous with polyps. However, worth nothing but my mom and sister have followed the Standard American Diet.
Ok - now we are caught up on backstory. So my sister called me and says "hey...me and mom had em...you gotta go get checked too." I am hesitant, but to put her mind at ease...fine. I am thinking just another test Doctors will tell me I'm gonna die and then ....viola - 0 issues. I think this because ALL of my issues when away when I went Carnivore.
So I get to the Gastroenterologist. She's asking the usual questions - then asks if I poop daily. I tell her I do not and that I only poop maybe 2x per week as I am on the carnivore diet and I don't have much waste. She feels my abdomen to feel if I am distended or backed up - but nada...cause like I said - I just don't have waste.
She asks if I have any pooping discomfort - I tell her 0. Absolutely no pain, blood, difficulty, or anything that is not just part of the usual #2 business. Hell... I am lucky to fart 3 times a week!
So now the unbelievable part. She says she wants to do the screening, but because of my diet she wants me to take MiraLAX for 7 days prior to taking the RX laxative. My response was... ok why? She says "to clean you out cause of your diet." I told her that sounds insane and that I have legit concerns about being dehydrated and malnourished for 7 days if I am on laxatives I don't need for 7 days. I insisted that I have 0 toileting troubles so I knew that a laxative is just going to make me have rocketing diarrhea. I told her I knew if you were backed up laxatives make you go, but if you don't need them they create the shit your pants kind of diarrhea. She just looked at me and said "these are my orders for the test and we cant do it if you dont" I asked about electrolytes and she said "drink Gatorade" I told her I cant because my diet. I snipped back and said - "I drink water...you know the only thing we are supposed to drink." She just shrugged and said try to keep up with drinking water.
Long story short - I got a call from my INS and because I am not 45 they are not covering it. I had decided to just lie and say I took it if they did but no way in hell I am paying 1600 for 8 days of diarrhea.
Mostly sharing as many of you many have similar stories - but this is insane!

My (19F) sister’s birthday is at the end of April, and for months we have been talking about going up to Lake Erie like we often do for her birthday and getting ice cream at this place we love. We were going to do it on her actual birthday, which was a Monday. I thought this was a super fun idea and took that day off of work right away. I have a pretty bad memory so I take care to put events in my calendar so I don’t forget otherwise it’ll disappear from my mind.
I recently broke up with my ex a couple months ago, we’ll call him Brad. We were no contact for a while so we could both try to move on. I’ve really missed having him in my life tho and honestly really wished we could be friends again. Recently he reached out and asked if we could meet up in a public place just to talk amicably and test the waters to see if a friendship would be possible for us. So we made plans for us to meet up the Sunday before my sister’s birthday lake trip.
A couple of days before I was supposed to meet up with him, my mom told me that the lake trip was on Sunday and it always had been. I told her I didn’t know that the plan had changed and she told me that we had discussed it already. She does this a lot where she says that we’ve talked about something several times but I don’t remember her ever saying that. I have a bad memory, but if she had changed the day and told me I would have put it in my calendar for this exact reason.
My other sister had a church activity on Sunday at 6:30, so we would have had to be home by 6 pm. So I said it’s fine and asked Brad if we could push back our meetup a few hours. While we were at the lake, however, she told my mom that she didn’t want to go to the church activity and my mom said she didn’t have to. My mom was aware that I was still planning on meeting up with Brad once we were home. I can tell she didn’t want me to tho because she never really liked that I was with him in the first place. I also had a bad feeling before we left for the lake that we definitely wouldn’t be home in time for me to honor my commitment to meeting up with Brad.
It was around 3:45 and we were two hours away from home, so we would need to leave by 4 so I could be there on time. I asked her if we would still be able to be home by 6 since that was the original plan anyway, and she sounded super annoyed and said “I don’t know”. Time kept going by and I knew I was going to be late. I was upset at this point and was not as engaged with my family playing by the water. After we started driving home an hour after we were supposed to, my mom lectured me about how selfish I was to put my ex over my sister and told me that she couldn’t care less about my plans because she thought it was a horrible idea anyway and it wasn’t her fault I didn’t know the day had changed for the trip. I still have a day off work for my sisters actual birthday. Should I have canceled my plans with Brad for my sister or am I valid in still wanting to follow through with it?

For some background this was at a party for my youngest brother(24) at his apartment that his fiancé arranged. My siblings and I have a tradition of doing whatever the birthday person wants for their birthday. So knowing this my youngest brother had already mentioned monopoly because he knew that myself and my other brother hate monopoly for various reasons. So we get there and we end up with 7 players, Myself (M), youngest brother(A), younger brother(B)(middle child), Sister (Ka)(other middle child), my sisters fiancé(J), my youngest brothers fiancé(C), and my girlfriend(Ke). I put some initials of some kind for each person for future reference and some simplicity. So we all hang out, eat, then we are ready for whatever activity my youngest brother wants. So A likes to troll people a bit so of course he picks Monopoly because he knows this bothers us. I knowing that this might happen for weeks now had looked at some strategies so I could end the game as fast as possible because we all dislike monopoly and suggested the same to everyone, although only 3 of us actually looked and I am the only one who actually came in with a strategy. So we do have 1 more player than we are meant to but the game functions kind of the same with 1 extra just makes resources more scarce so I asked what are the house rules since everyone has some. They said limited houses so the 36 it comes with, free parking gets all the money taken from players from taxes and if you land on free parking you get it. Other than that pretty standard rules. So I decide that my goal is to get a early monopoly or 2 even if they arent great properties and horde houses. So I manage to get an orange monopoly first and I put 4 houses on ever spot then I get Brown and put 4 houses down so now I have 20 of the 36 houses, a good spot to be, and for the first hour of the game everyone was chill and no one cared. The B says "so if we don't do something about M he will bleed us dry we need to start making trades and working together to take his money away". So everyone start making bad deals just to force monopolies on other properties, I of course try to politic people with good properties into making worse deals but it is what it is I knew that once someone got a lead it would be everyone else versus them. So they all collab to work against me which sure makes sense, and this is where things get a bit heated. They all go to buy houses and everyone gets 0-2 homes on each property, then realize there arent any more homes to buy. Then they all look at me and say "hey you have the money just upgrade to hotels", then I say "well no thats my whole goal is to own the houses to slow you guys down from catching back up to me in money its my strat to actually win". Then they are like "oh so what if we go get more houses from another set", so I say " well no I asked the rules ahead of time and you all said limited houses so that's what my strat has been so far, that wouldn't really be fair". Then C says "well lets vote on it" they do and get 5-2 and then C says "yeah lets get more houses". So I protest and say "I really dont think thats fair we established the rules, you are kind of cheating because its in your favor and youre just doing it beat me. So then C and several others say " ok yeah who cares we want more houses, you cant just horde all the houses". So then I say " yes I can that is literally the strat for the game, thats why I made sure about the rules including the ones for the houses". So then J, Ka, and C all start saying who comes into a board game with a strategy, then they start saying I'm ruining the fun of the game, that I took it too far but using strategies and that I'm just being competitive. So I say " yes I'm being competitive the goal is to win and have fun and until the cheating, everyone seemed to be doing that, I was fine when you guys collaborated against me, but you can't just change the rules to work for you just when you want it to". Then C says "omg who cares its just a game, we all want to buy houses", then I say "I care, I came in to this knowing A was trying to torment B and myself, so I came in with a strategy to end the game without it going on forever, and obviously I am trying to win, you are only doing this because I am winning right now and it will make it so that I can no longer win using this route, no one else cares because they are either being indifferent or are in the same position as you". So then J says "its mind boggling to me that you would come in with a strat(he is almost as competitive as me mind you) and being this competetive about a board game". So I will admit like I did their, I am competitive, I like to win, its fun for me, I am generally not a sore loser but I do get really competitive. That being said I also get pretty upset when people cheat, I am playing the game fairly, they should too. So then I say " everyone could have used a strat and yes its a board game but they put the rules and how to win in their for a reason, and its really shitty to me if you guys are not only going to work against me but also straight up cheat to beat me. Would it be fair if I made a rule all the sudden that if I land on my own property I get all the money in the middle for free parking?(I owned most of the properties at this point as I had bankrupted 2 people". So they say " no because that only really helps you" so I yelled "EXACTLY! Why would it be ok for you to make exceptions and rules to only help you all and directly counter me? if its just a game why do you care so much about making new rules just to beat me?". Then J got really heated and said " Because you are being competitive, you brought a strategy to a game of monopoly of all things and are throwing a fit because we want more houses because you are hording them all". So at this point I said " thats literally the point of the rules and the game, is to win following the rules they lay out or even house rules that we predetermined, but you are just adding them in when they suit you and thats not ok with me..". To which J gets up and throws his money on the table saying im done this is fucking stupid and walks into the kitchen. C then says " Jesus Christ M who gives and shit seriously you are taking this way to serious" so I say " I do not know how you guys arent seeing it from my perspective at all, you are all ganging up on me in this game you are telling me not to take seriously then literally cheating just to beat me then saying stop taking it so seriously and who cares when I keep saying I care". Then everyone goes kind of quiet and starts putting pieces away, some snide remarks are made about me being a competitive dick and why would I strategize a board game, etc. etc. I try to blow it off and just let things move on, people start drinking and they bust out a switch to play something else, the rest of the night nothing else really happens in regard to it but now I'm here. They all acted like I am an asshole for strategizing and getting mad about them cheating but I am honestly pretty upset that they wouldn't try to see things from my side and just ganged up to bully me, my girlfriend didn't even say anything in my defense. I know its just a stupid game at the end of the day, but these are my friends and family and they have done things like this before, I know I am competitive but I am generally flexible and agreeable, I know that I am competitive so I try to keep things light when it comes to this stuff but it really felt like the bullied me and steam rolled me, and no one even tried to defend me besides myself. Am I the asshole?

I’m M20, extremely depressed and am getting very comfortable with the thought of suicide. I’ve made plans in my head and I’ve started to figure out what would be the best way, and the least painful way to die. I don’t want to die, but I am very aware that it is most likely my only option in order to stop feeling this way. Just to give some detail, I’ve never been in a relationship, I’ve never kissed a girl, I’ve never had a conversation with any girl after the 9th grade. The loneliness is absolutely destroying me day by day. 99% of this has to do with my skin disease (extreme rosacea/acne) that has been fueling my depression since it started in the 9th grade. My face is always inflamed and comically red. My nose and pores are probably 5x the size they should be. I am starting Accutane next month and am praying that heals it, but until then I’m struggling to keep it together. I had a not so good childhood, (nothing physically abusive) and I’m always questioning if I was even supposed to be born at all. My life seems like a cosmic mistake. I can’t hold a job because every time I’m there it takes me an hour, maybe 1 1/2 hours to even get out of the car because I don’t want to be around anybody. My family and siblings say stuff like “you just gotta do what you gotta do” and “look towards the future and how better it’ll be if you werent just sitting in depression”. That doesn’t help at all. The only reason I haven’t killed myself yet is because I’m praying that after accutane when my skin clears up, that my depression will clear up too in a way, considering that’s the driving factor. I’m lucky enough to have a mom who is letting me stay home for now until I’m on the medication for my skin, and see how I feel after my skin is clear. Please just say anything that will reassure me, or maybe you’ve experienced some of this as well and we can converse about your experience.

For context I started working at a student org back in January and the guy works there. He is doing his PhD and is highly educated and is also very cute in my eyes. Every time we meet we speak for 10 minutes or even less and he is always so shy(every girl tries speaking to him too but they’re not Somali so I’m not even worried😭🤣). I remember telling him I wanted to go to a small town in Kenya around January when he first met and he remembers everything I tell him 😭😭. My friends have also noticed that he is sweeter to me than to everyone else. I also recently found out that we have the same birthday(down to the date!!!) two weeks ago he stood in the cold without a sweater and spoke to me for 30 minutes however my friends or other people are always around us and it’s never ever us alone. When I got my internship he asked as a joke why I didn’t tell him earlier 😭😂The problem is this summer I will be moving away from my state and I don’t think I will see him anytime soon and I want him to ask for my number but I don’t even know if he’s interested in me😭but all my friends say he is so I’m confused. WHAT SHOULD I DO? And please nobody say shoot your shot cuz I won’t do that!!!

The day all started when I was sat in the camper and I heard the door to the toilet open and out of the corner of my eye I saw my mom go into the bathroom so once I heard the door click shut after her I quietly got up and walked over to the door of the bathroom and put my ear next to the door. As I leaned in towards the door I could hear her peeing in there which let to me slowly becoming hard but just as I had build up enough courage to open the door she finished and opened the door to see me standing outside with my ear next to the door. As soon as she saw me she asked what I was doing so I responded saying that the sound of her peeing made me excited so I couldn’t help but listen to her peeing and then asked if it would be okay if next times she had to pee I could join her in the bathroom to watch her. At fist she seemed slightly shocked but then quickly responded saying sure I will let you know next time I need to go. Later that day I heard her shout my name which made me excited again making my dick get hard and as soon as I entered the bathroom I saw her pulling down her panties as she sat down on the toilet and the sound of her peeing made more thoughts go through my head so I decided to see how she would react if I tried to remove her bra and to my surprise she seemed to get excited as I reached to take it off which then revealed her huge 40DDD breasts. The sight of her tits made me even harder so I decided to lean i and try to suck on her nipples which she seems pleased about as she responded saying that feels amazing and not to stop. As she finished she said to me maybe we can shower together later to which I responded saying that would be amazing. Later that day she let me know that she was about to shower so I followed her into the bathroom and watched her slowly strip naked infront of me which turned me on a lot and as she finished undressing she turned around and said come on your turn hurry up and get in the shower so I quickly undressed and got in the shower with her and while I was stood behind her she said could you put some soap on my back so I took the opportunity to do it and then reach around to feel her tits which then let to her turning around and saying you can suck on them again if you want so I slowly leaned in and began to suck on her tits until she said that was enough and she was ready to get out the shower.

So like the title says. My 22 month old strongly prefers her dad. I’m so glad they have a special bond and a happy relationship but I worry that maybe I’m a crappy parent and this is just how our family dynamic will be and I won’t be close to my daughter as she gets older either.
A couple things: This doesn’t seem like a “phase.” She’s now 22 months and has always preferred dad since she could move and make noise. So the calm down, it’s a phase, she’ll like you better in a few weeks feedback I’ve seen a lot of people give doesn’t seem to apply as this has been the case for many months now.
I don’t think this is because she spends more time with me or is because she’s exploring being independent because she was never with me more than him. We both work from home so we are pretty much always with her together whenever she isn’t at daycare. I didn’t breastfeed, I pumped and we supplemented with formula so it’s not even like we had a special bond when she was an infant. Dad and I have literally been 50/50 parents in just about every way since she was born.
It’s starting to drive me nuts and make me really sad that she prefers him so strongly. She only ever wants to cuddle him, at the table or on the couch she only wants to sit on his lap. When he leaves the room she cries, screams and usually tries to follow him. But when I leave she does nothing.
She only ever wants to play with him and I feel like a third wheel just watching them play most days. When she’s upset, if I pick her up and try to comfort her she reaches for him instead. Recently when I have to take her because he needs to do something else she will cry and yell for daddy instead of letting me hold her.
Has anyone been through this for so long without a common explanation? (It’s a short phase, she spends more time with mom, exploring independence from mom etc.). Did it eventually just end? Did it affect your relationship with your kid as they got older? TIA.

Question: Matched with a single mom and set up a date for a week in advance. I find this much lead time to be a bit hazardous, but it is what it is and she is a single mom. So, a few days later I text again with some date options and we agree to a date that is now four days away. As we are chatting, her schedule opens up for that night and we agree to meet that night. So, I start planning a second date (on top of the first date we agreed to later that weekend) for that same evening. An hour before the date she has to cancel because of her kid. Cool, I get it, she's a mom. So, I convince the restaurant not to charge me $100 for the cancellations and we agree to get together Saturday. On Thursday I text to confirm for Saturday and give her the time and place and we even discuss the parking situation and both say we are excited to meet. Here is where I need your help. I don't text her again before we are supposed to meet.
I show up on Saturday at the place, early and ready to go. I text her i am there and to text me when she arrives and I hear nothing. I wait a half hour and she never responds. Ghosted...stood up. I text her that I am leaving and I hope nothing bad happened and if she needs help to let me know. And I leave it at that. The next morning she texts me "Sorry you didn't confirm or haven't heard from you at all." Now I worked Friday Night and all day Saturday till five (she didn't know that but it's a factor). Date was at Eight. I didn't want to over text this woman all week and save some excitement for the date. Am I crazy for being upset (Not crazy upset, but I did waste my time)? Now, I haven't responded and am not going to, but I am glad I didn't spend a lot of money on a dinner with a woman this fickle. Do you really HAVE to confirm the day of? If a woman is that concerned and a guy has planned two dates and sent you confirmations are you so shy you can't send him a text? You just decide to Ghost? Is that how things work these days? Am I in the wrong for not texting her 9am Saturday morning for a date we confirmed on Thursday night?

Before anyone suggests it, this is NOT a "Cherokee syndrome" or "Cherokee princess" situation. My paternal grandmother is actually part Cherokee. I (23F) say part because she never met her father and has no idea who he was. I don't want to share photos of my family for their privacy, but it's very obvious that she is not a white person. She has tanner skin and extremely strong Cherokee features; she has the same facial features as Kimberly Teehee for reference. My father also inherited some of those features. My grandmother has said that her own grandfather would often travel back and forth between East Tennessee and the Cherokee reservation in NC.
I on the other hand inherited none of their features. I look 100% white, blonde-haired blue-eyed like my mother. The features that I do have from my father are actually features that came from his father, who is white. (Edit: And no, there was no infidelity between my mother and his father in case that is suggested as a possibility. His father sadly abandoned their family when he was young and only has pictures of him.)
I saw in another 23andme thread where some people were saying that ethnicity is oftentimes not an even split. This would explain why some siblings look a lot more like their mom than they do their dad, or vice versa. To quote them verbatim: People automatically think that they're going to get exactly 50% of both their parents DNA. So if mom is 50% Dutch they think that automatically that they become at least 25%.
That's the error in thinking though. You have to think of DNA like a bowl of alphabet soup. The entire bowl of soup is your starting place but you don't know what you're going to get in your scoop. You're going to get half of the alphabet but you don't know exactly what letters or combination you're going to get.
Could this be my situation? That even though there is Cherokee ethnicity in my family, I inherited none of it and I am in fact 100% (or near 100%) white? I feel like this would explain much of the "Cherokee syndrome" phenomenon. Perhaps many white southerners actually do have a great great grandparent that was Cherokee- their family wasn't making it up- but over the several generations it just got lost in the gene pool. My maternal grandfather for one said his grandmother was Cherokee too and I can't really see him blatantly lying about that.

To my knowledge this is how the story of events played out, but I was a toddler at the time so I don’t really know, but according to one of my parents. My oldest Brother (I’ll call him Gen A) was, supposedly, sexually assaulted by someone. Gen A was around the age of 10 when this happened, and we don’t know who did it, but because of this he went on to sexually assault my two other older siblings (Gen B and Gen C). Gen B told one of their friends who told their mom who called CPS. Gen B and Gen C had to go to therapy and Gen A had to go to a program for minors who sexually assault people. My parents, with help from Gen C, decided to get me to go to therapy too, but according to the therapist, there was no evidence to me having been assaulted. Gen B went on to have some more mental issues while Gen C doesn’t seem to have any. My parent said that Gen A knew what he was doing was wrong, but I think they’ve forgiven him for what he did.
Here’s where I, present day me, stand. I feel like I can’t blame Gen A for what he did to my siblings because he was 10 and a victim himself, but it also feels like if I don’t blame Gen A then I’m disregarding the trauma Gen B and Gen C went through. Even if I’m not supposed to blame Gen A, it feels hard to not to knowing that Gen A knew what he was doing was wrong.
I also feel like I should forgive Gen A, because it was so long ago so it shouldn’t matter, but it feels like a fresh wound to me. I don’t know how I could forgive him, even though I know its not his fault he hurt others because he was hurt.
I didn’t know what to do, so I decided to write out my thoughts for Reddit to read. I thought it might help me feel better, because Gen B used to say that talking about your feeling makes it feel better. I never believed them, but I get where they were coming from.

First and foremost hello Matt and Pam - you should be enjoying your vacation like normal people with your kids vs this site.. but it’s yall obsessed with posters here. Yall are pathetic morons.
Secondly…. I went down the rabbit hole of Brain webs… and brother Ku (it’s not stalking yall inbred mother fuckers have all fb posts to public) … was the LAST interaction with mama was around/ about 2018 So before cancer) and a while back- Pam you even said yourself it was BEFORE cancer… your moms cancer that is not your fake cancer… so seeing how your mother and dopey dad went along with it - it’s clear to see your mother is as conniving as you & I fully and utterly believe your brother went NO CONTACT with your family and not the other way around…. Ohhhh and brother webs went no contact on or around 2017 (well LATE 2017) .. ya know that birthday party at the shack you called your boat house …
So I think * and I’m sure you won’t correct me because you would have to tell the truth… around the time you and math mooched off your parents for the LLR start up is when your brother stopped speaking to the toxicity of your parents..
Let’s talk about dopey dad- he sleeps all the time because EVEN YOU SAID IT…. He does everything around your moms house and she doesn’t lift a finger so Apple didn’t fall far… so I’m sure your melted candle of a mom treats him as poorly as blow up mattress Matt gets treated and the only time he can escape is sleeping…

Hi Charlotte, love all your videos and charisma. I've been waiting to share this story because I'm still confused and want to know if AITA.
So, "Ana" and I had been friends since 2008, we literally called each other sisters and did everything together. Our daughters were also very close. We were like a family to be honest. Unfortunately, people change throughout the years, some for good, some for bad. I was doing my own thing and so was she. I am a single mother, and she was on and off with her baby daddy. She is the life of the party and I on the other hand like to stay at home in peace watching movies or reading books. Extravert meets introvert pretty much. At first everything was good but then she met new friends, and everything slowly started changing for the worst.
We decided to move in together, she needed help with rent and as a very close friend I agreed. Turns out it was the worst decision ever.
Before I get into what happened a little background on Ana. Her and her baby daddy has gotten into screaming matches in front of their then 8-year-old child, sometimes turn physical, thank goodness I was around when things got bad to put the little girl in another room then try to deescalate the situation. I felt bad for the little girl, still do. I am nobody to speak on no one's parenting but when you complain about seeing porn on your baby daddy's phone then give that same phone to your child to watch videos on YouTube, you really think that child is not going to snoop around? (back to this part later), constantly yelling at that poor girl instead of being patient and talking with her, I'm not going to lie the little girl is/was a troubled child. Hitting my child then telling on my child for something that she did. I would watch her at times doing something she isn't supposed to then tells on my daughter and the mom acting blind that her child is basically a bully. The little girl telling my child if she doesn't do something that she wouldn't be her friend anymore. I hated it. I grew up old school, that kind of behavior is unacceptable in my eyes. No discipline at all, while my child helped around the house even asking me if there is anything else she needs to do, her child through a huge temper tantrum every time she is asked to do something. Don't get me wrong my child does the same thing at times but never to the point of my child hitting me and me not doing anything about it. (side eye) We all would be in the car at times and Ana would have inappropriate conversations with me in front of her child. Conversations that no child needs to hear and learn about. I am like dude can this wait. Your child is listening to you. She wouldn't care. Now as a parent I have my flaws too but not as bad as I have witnessed. You are your child's role model. Act like it. Now that you have an idea of who Ana is let's get to it.
So, it was the 23rd of December, it was 2 days before Christmas and snowing. I was pregnant at the time with my 2nd child. Ana just had her 2nd child 4 months prior. Ana and her brothers approached me TELLING ME NOT ASKING that they were going to have a "kick back" at our home if I wanted to attend. I said yes because 1. I live here and 2. "kick back" in my eyes was game night, watch movies, have a few friends and keep the noise level to a minimum. Boy I was wrong. They told me only 15 people and I'm thinking okay well it is a kickback and her children plus my daughter will be here so it shouldn't be too bad. WRONG.
Ana and her friends had the music blasting as high as it could go not allowing for me or my daughter to go to sleep, mind you we had neighbors and her kids (one newborn) plus my child were in the home. I know I said yes but like I stated before I am an introvert. I have social anxiety. I do not like to party with strangers I don't know. So, I choose to stay in my room upstairs while Ana and her friends "kicked it" downstairs. The neighbor kept texting me asking me to tell Ana to turn it down. After several of attempts to tell Ana to be respectful and to turn down the music, she simply did not. I texted her, called her, yelled for her to come upstairs to my room, after telling someone else to tell her to turn it down we are trying to sleep, she simply chose to ignore me. This went on for a few hours, I was pissed even more when people kept running up and down the stairs, someone even threw up inches from my bedroom and bathroom door. I had enough to where I told everyone they cannot come up here. 15 people turned into about 30. One guy even threatened to fight me for trying to get them to be respectful towards me and my child. I finally had the courage to go downstairs and talk to my friend/roommate at the time. Not only did she ignore me and told me to go back to my parents if I didn't like it, she literally looked like she also wanted to fight me all because I told her to turn it down or shut it down. It's the lack of respect for me especially after years of friendship. Anyways, after that I was so angry and heartbroken. At about 3am I had enough, I called the cops to my own home. Even after the cops left, they turned the music back up. they finally stopped around 5:30AM. Me and my daughter literally didn't sleep all night. Why didn't I leave if you may ask, I was afraid someone will go in my room when I wasn't there since the locks didn't really lock.
After all that I broke the lease and never retuned back to that house. Neighbor told me that her newborn baby kept crying all night. Our friendship ended after that. I realized she acted completely different around her other friends to when it's just me and her. Not even that she would keep on reminding me of the things I did to her which I have already apologized for. Even threw the "But I got you out of Jail" Which I am grateful for don't get me wrong, it just felt Narcissistic at times.
Fast Foward to the month of the last day before lease ended, I went back to the home to get my things but when I got there someone else was living at the room I was staying in. No biggie. I realized my bed was missing. I flipped out. My mom bought me that mattress and she had the nerve to take my things. Now yes, I left with my things there, but I would never touch nobody else's things whether they were coming back or not. I left and went straight to her mom's house where I found her. She denied she took anything which I don't believe. They keep saying everything is my fault because I agreed to the kickback, but it was more a party than a kickback if you ask me. If I knew it was going to turn out like that I would have said no from the jump. I was just trying to be nice. I left their home with almost getting into a fight with Ana. When I got back to my parents' house my daughter confessed to me that Ana's daughter age 8 has shown my 9 year old porn! I was livid! Not at the child but at Ana. How dare she be an awful mother to not watch what your child is watching, now my child's innocence is gone because of Ana not teaching her child right from wrong and responsible choices. I have blocked her, her family and all her friends and now I am living a more peaceful and happier life. So, am AITA for Saying yes to this "kickback" then turning around to not go and have people disrespect my home for wanting to sleep?
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My step kids spoiled and entitled behaviour has been super irritating for me and I had enough.
It was my birthday weekend and of course we were still expected to cater to what THEY wanted to do. We took them swimming at a pool place (my idea) I wanted to do something fun. Then immediately before we even left the building they were demanding “what are we doing/where are we going now? Then begged to be taken to this special playground. Sure it’s no big deal, but they constantly want to go to playgrounds. Every time we have them we take them to playgrounds and sometimes even twice daily and I’m getting really tired of it. They live next door to one and still can’t get enough of their dad bringing them to the playgrounds they want. I’m honestly just tired of them expecting to be taken places every minute of the day. And the amount of times they request we take them to a playground is exhausting. On the way home from something? Let’s stop at the playground. Barely finished having supper. Can you take us to a playground? Like I get kids love playgrounds and that’s normal but it’s like an obsession and it’s like we have to constantly entertain these kids. I didn’t want to spend my whole birthday doing that stuff, I thought the pool would be good enough and then we could just have some downtime for once before we went out for my birthday dinner. We pull into the parking lot of the playground and my SO could see that I was upset so when the kids got out of the car, I told him “honestly it just seems a bit spoiled, like nothing is enough it’s always what are we doing next out of them and not thank you, and no one asked me what I wanted to do.
I was so relieved when he told me he understood and that he does see the issue with how his kids are always expecting so much from us and never seem to be satisfied and that they get SOOO much more than most kids yet they NEEEED more and more. He apologized for not checking with me first. And it’s not like I would have even said no because I hate to be the bad guy who ruins their day… but it would have been nice if he had considered me.
Then today we took them to another playground. The thing is with his kids is that they don’t just want to go play on the playground, they demand we play with them to. I’ve never met a 10 and 13 year old who needed their dad to play with them so much. SO didn’t want to at the moment, him and I were sitting together enjoying the sun and watching them play. They both started whining for him. He says no. Step son then comes over and starts calling his father lazy and whining about him not playing saying he’s being mean etc. I say to step son (which I usually stay out of these things and don’t try and parent them but I couldn’t help it) “your dad and I just did something nice bringing you guys all across town to this particular playground and you’re being unappreciative, you’re being rude to your dad. You should be thankful and not talk to him that way. When step son finally stops bothering us SO looks at me and says thank you. Thank you for doing that and backing me up. He then confessed that he knows his kids are so dependant and incapable of doing anything without him because of him never saying no and that he caused it a long time ago by always entertaining and playing with them. I told him it’s not at all bad that he does those things and that I admire how fun he is for his kids and that he does so much more than most parents, but that I do agree they are quite spoiled and need to learn you are an adult and they don’t run him.
I’m hoping this is the start of him standing up to his kids more. I’m just glad he didn’t get offended by my comments and understands and sees the issue.

Original post: https://www.reddit.com/AITA_WIBTA_PUBLIC/s/eKeCL4IpFF
I posted here a few weeks ago and got quite a few responses so I wanted to update everyone, as I got home from my family's house a few hours ago.
Firstly, I wanted to say thank you to everyone who gave advice and commented on my last post. I read every comment and honestly, a lot of them made me feel a lot less crazy about feeling the way I did about the situation. So I'm forever grateful for the community of redditors who commented on the post. You were a lovely group of strangers.
Secondly, I wanted to say that I DID skip the baptism and did not go to the church for the baptism. I found out that the church was streaming the baptism online, so I told my parents that I would watch the baptism part of ther service online, but I stood firm in my decision to not go to the church. Initially my mom tried to argue "why not just go to the baptism at the church if you're willing to watch it online", but I told her continuously that I refused to ever step foot in that place again.
However, I DID go to my cousins house for their baptism party after the church service that they got baptized at. I congratulated him and celebrated him all the same. And none of my other family members interrogated me on why I didn't attend (I'm assuming my mother already told people why, and I've also been open about my history in the church before). So it was a lovely afternoon! I still got to spend it with my family and I got a card and a little gift for my cousin and he was happy. It was a great little get together.
I am very happy that I didn't let my parents guilt me into going to the church, as it would not have been good for my mental health. But I'm happy it was a good afternoon with my family all the same. So this story had a happy ending! Thank you to everyone who saw my original post and took the time to read it and speak on it!<3
EDIT: Please excuse the formatting. I typed this on my phone🥲

I've been thinking a lot about this topic, and how none of my coworkers would accept this as an answer, when I tried to explain it. I tell them that my neice is evidence enough to know I couldn't be a parent. I tell them that my sister is an example of someone who should not have had kids, at least the way she did, and that my whole family is paying for it every day in the form of attempting to raise an autistic child who does not listen to anyone or anything, and is a hellion on every front you can imagine.
I say this, as the autistic aunt who can't work a full time job, or go to school full time, for an adult life. Hell, I still live at home. I'm barely a functioning person on my own, due to the fact that I require higher than typical doses of antidepressants and antipsychotic medication to keep myself going every day.
I work part time for a company I love, but I can't drive, so I have to rely on my parents for transportation. I'm looking at upping my hours for the hopes of being able to pay off my bisalp in the future but not even sure I can do that due to how behind I've fallen in my own work.
and now, I'm about to take two weeks off to recover from surgery this week. so I am most likely going to be behind and stressed and the last fucking thing I need, is to come home to this undisciplined and chaotic child while catching up.
I cant afford to move out, I can't mentally afford to work full time, I mean fuck, I can't even afford to pay for this surgery to be quite honest with you!
I'm a fucking wreck. and yet everyone around me says "you're too young to make that decision, you're being selfish, you might make a good mom some day!"
NO, I WOULDN'T. STOP TELLING PEOPLE THEY SHOULD HAVE KIDS IF THEY DON'T WANT THEM, THEY LIKELY HAVE GOOD REASON.

I made it a year, though I didn't really work the past two or so months. I went from being a full time CEM to part time CEM and after calling HR and having extended conversations about the Manager (who was/is absolute trash for anyone who wasn't a white man) I was demoted to regular associate, told through a text message, and had pay reduced by $4 an hour. I didn't even bother to come back to a shift after that.
Almost every employee I've met at Michaels was a creative, thoughtful, empathetic soul who had a niche artistic interest and was just a genuine joy to be around. Michaels doesn't value that, sadly, and your horrible experience (and mine) is pretty much the standard across the nation's stores. I'm so sorry.
I don't hold a lot of hope in this store, I hate saying that. I remember what an institution it was when I was growing up. My bestie Heidi and I used to buy embroidery floss, make friendship bracelets out of them and sell them at school in 4th-6th grade. Until we were told that it wasn't legal and they made us stop. I think after that we bought craft paint and yarn, painted rocks while the rest of the six grade was in sex education (we weren't allowed to take it because Christianity) and sold the rocks. Michaels' totally supported my bath products and CD collection back then.
I wish the store's higher ups valued the workers like they value their own paycheck. Heads up CEO, you're making over $3M a year. I offered a single mom $10.20 an hour during peak season. I was so ashamed.
Working at Michaels changed me in a profound way, and I truly mean that. I watched people work incredibly hard just so the burden of work didn't fall on the shoulders of their coworkers, people working through illness and injury, people constantly away from their kids. I held a sobbing 20 year old employee on their first shift back from a stint at a Pysc Hospital where they'd frantically tried to salvage their mental health. One day back in the store that poor child just couldn't one more day. I'm grateful they quit. I hugged and listened to multiple trans employees who were bullied by the SM, reported it, and was ignored. To them, I am so sorry. I did everything I could. Watching the lack of communication, the intentional gossip, bullying, general awfulness in that place was DEVASTATING. Every shift I came back from I was sad, broken, and exhausted. I can't pretend I'm not relieved to be out. I had nothing left to give that place.
I hope everyone looking for something else finds it. I wish those staying fulfillment and peace.
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Disclaimer everyone in the story is above the age of 21.
A little background this happened many years ago during Covid when I met my best friend. We’re gonna call her Scarlet. I had just broken up with my very first boyfriend when Scarlet had asked me if I would like to meet a couple of her friends at a birthday party. we went to Ben’s house. when we got to the party it was just Ben, Scarlett and I. later on that night. Shane joined us. I kind of had a thing for Ben. Ben and I got each other’s social, medias and start talking. About a week went by Ben and I started dating and so did Shane and Scarlet. Scarlet was really into ghosting Shane , and she would often go out with Ben and a bunch of other friends, and leave shane behind. I wasn’t much of a drinker, so I wouldn’t attend to most of their outings, there has been some times where I would call Scarlet because I wouldn’t be able to get a hold of Ben and she would tell me she didn’t know where he was even though I got told by Ben’s friend Zack that they picked him up and it made me suspicious of what was actually going on. I had talked to Ben about it and he said that nothing happens other than they drink and talk about the relationships. Well, it happened to be that on one of their outings Scarlet and Ben got too drunk and ended up going upstairs into the little brothers room of their friends Jose’s house. turns out that during that night Ben ended up turning his phone off so that I couldn’t call him or disturb him and he put his phone on the top of the refrigerator. Jose end up telling me the next day about 4 o’clock in the morning telling me that they had sex and his little brothers room. when I found out I was devastated. I ended up taking all of the things he gave me, especially his hoodie and the shirts from my now ex best friend and I burned them all in my fireplace around 12 o’clock in the afternoon, Jose brought Ben over by my house to pick up his stuff when I’d already burned it all. Ben didn’t seem very mad tho almost like he expected it. I took the break up pretty hard. I ended up moving from my parents house to my aunts house because I really needed to get away from the situation in about three or four months are gone by before I ended up deciding I wanted to move back to my parents house. my parents are planning a trip for the whole family to Disney World. I was extremely excited for it right before I move back home. My parents talk to me in the car asking me if someone I knew was in a lot of pain and needed to place to stay what I let them, and of course I said yes. then he continued to say well What if it is somebody that you really hate and I said depends on the person. it turns out that my parents were letting Scarlet stay at the house. It was only supposed to be for a short time, but turns out that my sister and her came very close. Almost like mother and daughter. By the way my sister is about 30 and has no kids. And my sister intended on her staying for as long as she can. . I was very upset because not only did she cheat on her boyfriend with my ex boyfriend, but she completely lied to my face multiple times about where my ex boyfriend was. I want nothing more than for her honestly to just not be around me to leave me alone, but because of my sister and Scarlett‘s relationship they did everything together and she ended up getting extremely close with my mom and dad. and my mental health ended up d depleting. I ended up seeking professional help, and my parents ended up taking Scarlet instead of me using my ticket to Disney World. After I came back Shane had reached out to me finding out that I was back in town and I found out that Scarlett and him were still dating. I no clue she didn’t tell him and he was best friends with Ben. How could he not know. I ended up telling him what happened. he was so furious that he broke up with her and cut off their engagement. I had no idea that they were engaged. I felt extremely awful. It turns out that she wasn’t just cheating on him with Ben, but a couple other guys as well. almost a year had went by and Shane had asked me at least three times if I wanted to go out with drinks with him and I refused because I thought it wasn’t right since she was my ex friend but on my birthday about a year later me and him hooked up and started a relationship that ended up lasting about a year, so am I the asshole for ending my ex best friend relationship?

Hello folks, throughout this time I have been updating my fragrance collection quite a bit. Some of them have been given away, some have been fully consumed, and some replacements have come in and I'd love to talk about them a little!
https://imgur.com/a/rfSW2gd
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Prada L'Homme (EDT)

• Many consider it the perfect office fragrance (and I agree) but I find it much more versatile than that. it is such a comforting, warm fragrance with strong iris and violet notes on the opening. It does smell a little like boiled carrots, but in a good way! It transitions to a powdery and soapy neroli on the dry-down. This one always makes me feel sophisticated. I wear it on days where I feel more reserved and don't expect anyone to pick up on my scent, but it keeps me relaxed every time I sniff myself. It is so versatile; it can be worn in any season, in any weather, in any occassion. There is no situation where Prada L'Homme wouldn't be able to shine. Lasts 8hr on my skin.

Jean Paul Gaultier Le Male Le Parfum (EDP)

• The fragrance that got me into fragrances. Finally, I can smell the lavender on the Le Male line with this one! The vanilla in this one takes center stage. It is tart and pastry-like. Even though I didn't wear it for this occasion, this fragrance brings me fond memories of my first time in Siesta Key FL, where my family and I visited a small ice cream shop at night and I had the best ice cream of my life. The vanilla ice cream with cinnamon sticks I had in there smells just like this juice. Perfect for fancy date nights, but go easy on the sprays or else you'll get a headache! You'll be smelling like a walking dessert. Lasts about 10-12hr on my skin.

Azzaro Wanted by Night (EDP)

• Sadly discontinued here in the US, but you can probably still find it on some outlet malls. Smells very similar to Le Male Le Parfum, but this one feels a lot spicier due to a much more noticeable cinnamon note. It's barely noticeable, but I also get a shy note of tobacco and leather here. I do find it more complex than LMLP, but I use both interchangeably whenever I feel like I'm overwearing one of them. Either or rolls with me. Lasts about 9hr on my skin.

Azzaro Chrome (EDT)

• The very first fragrance I purchased with my own money. A super citrusy, white florals opening with a very distinct but easy to pick metallic note. It is a cheapie, but it's one I don't hear often about and it does a great job for how cheap it is, even if it's very synthetic. I use it for very short errands or right after a shower to smell clean. The EDP version is super nice. Lasts about 6hr on my skin.

Polo 67 (EDT)

• The newest fragrance from Polo is a simple yet versatile everyday dumb reach. It opens with a really nice citrus combo of bergamot and lemon, and really nice, candy-like pineapple. It's almost as if it was fresh pineapple slices with extra sugar on them instead of the sour taste that you can often get from them. The fragrance then transitions to a creamy, slightly woody herbal vetiver smell but the pineapple remains prominent. I love wearing this for casual going out, or for school and work. The pineapple is so sweet and comforting, it's genuinely become one of my favorites. Luckily, it is also pretty affordable for a designer fragrance, and the refill bottle is even cheaper. Lasts a good 6-7hr on my skin.

Jean Paul Gaultier Le Male (EDT)

• Surprisingly long lasting for an EDT! All I really get with this fragrance is an herbal vanilla, as if the flower were to be standing next to tall blades of fresh grass that's been rinsed with water from the nearest well. I unfortunately don't really notice the lavender much, but I enjoy wearing this one for work. The green vanilla creates such contrasting notes, but it somehow works together and leads to a powdery drydown. I got it at a ridiculous price too, but I don't think I love it enough to get another bottle. Lasts about 8hr on my skin.

Replica By The Fireplace (EDT)

• Gifted to me and I can't wait to start wearing it for the winter. Haven't dabbed it on my skin yet but on paper, it smells extremely woody and smoky, doused with gasoline and thrown on the grill. You thought I was gonna say a fireplace huh? Nope. I love the smell of a grill that's warming up, and I get a booze-like scent with this one, as if we had a Jack Daniel's bottle right next to the cookout.

--Top Row, Left to Right--
Dyptique Do Son (EDT)

• The most realistic white florals I've ever smelled on a fragrance, and the first time I ever sniffed tuberose. Fresh white blossoms, it is almost sweet with a pinch of honey to my nose, yet it is deep and complex. It is very green in its floral composition, almost as if you can smell the soil that the flower grew from. A touch of pepper and orange blossom really balances the fragrance out. Leans more feminine but even as a man, this fragrance makes me feel so confident. Makes me feel like I'm the shit when I wear it. It's so good that even my mother wants to steal my bottle! This one was my introduction to Dyptique and I'm certainly coming back. Lasts just about 6hr on me. Not my greatest performer, but it lasts for almost all the outings I choose it for.

Montale Aoud Lagoon (EDP)

• I get straight up oud the first hour or so, the name sticks true to the fragrance. It is dark and rich, very much my most "manly" fragrance in my collection. About 30min after the opening, while the oud is dominating, an incense smoke-like scent pops in, it almost makes the fragrance appear like one you wear at a jazz club in winter. After the first hour, the floral fruity notes start appearing. This fragrance was my introduction to 2 notes I had to look up and analyze with my nose: Osmanthus and Lotus, Osmanthus is creamy to me, almost smells a little like a ripe apricot, but still distinctly a white flower. On the other hand, after many, many profound sniffs, Lotus smells veeery slightly aquatic and therapeutic--it gives me the same emotions as neroli, but less on the soapy side.

Montale Starry Nights (EDP)

• A nuclear bomb from Pierre Montale. A super strong (but honestly very synthetic) opening of fruits. I get green apple the most on the opening, with a strong hint of rose and patchouli. It opens very masculine but Starry Nights goes through an interesting transition to musky, powdery notes on the drydown that are very feminine. You get the best of both sides with this one, and the less sprays, the better. My biggest compliment getter by far, and it's the one I chose to wear to my first nightclub right when I turned 21. A nighttime fragrance through and through, and I have a feeling that I'll create a lot of fond memories with this one. Lasts anywhere from 12-14hr on my skin.

Mancera Jardin Exclusif (EDP)

• This is another goddamn nuclear bomb. PLEASE do not ever overspray this. I made the mistake of putting on 4 sprays when I first wore it to a birthday party and I got a headache about an hour in. A ridiculously powerful fruit punch, I notice a caramel pear and peach the most on the opening. It is certainly similar to Xerjoff Erba Pura (even in terms of its performance) but this one has a more prominent balance of florals. Jasmine and rose are definitely present, it almost leads to this super sweet powdery drydown that resembles old perfumes of yore. Leans a lot more feminine, but when applied with the right amount, you basically smell like a delicious fruit basket surrounded by freshly picked flowers at a wedding table. Lasts anywhere from 14-17hr on my skin.

Thameen Green Pearl (Extrait)

• My most recent purchase, and it was love at first sniff. It is an herbal aromatic fragrance with a really nice citrus opening of bergamot and mandarin. A super green, fresh fragrance with tea leaves, it is almost a little watery but not in the stinky musk that I often get with true aquatic fragrances. What really makes this one shine is the green apple. It is so fresh and really balances the citrusy, sweet aspect of this fragrance. Very versatile and easy to pick up, yet it is masterfully blended. Nothing feels harsh or off-putting to my nose when I smell this. It is quality through and through, as mass-appealing as a designer fragrance but with a much higher quality standard. For some reason, it reminds me of one of my favorite songs: High Dive by Dreamgirl. Lasts about 9-10hr on my skin, but sits very close in the last 2 hours or so.

Guerlain Aqua Allegoria Forte Mandarine Basilic

• I always knew my city had an official Guerlain boutique separate from other stores, but I never knew it was the only one in the US! Mandarine Basilic was my introduction to this iconic brand, and remains one of my favorites. The freshest citrus I've ever smelled in any juice. The mandarin in here is picked fresh, at its most ripe and juicy stage from the tree, and it is then bathed in holy water by the Pope himself. It is so divine, so damn realistic. It's like that smell you get on your hands after peeling them for hours, yet you can't stop sniffing it like a curious pitbull for some reason. The mandarin is, of course, followed by a soft, earthy eucalyptus-like basil that's been crushed and grinded with a bit of honey. It is a calming and fantastic blend. The drydown gets to a super soft vanilla and sandalwood. I'm purchasing this fragrance 'til the day I die man. Lasts about 7hr on my skin.

ELdO Hermann A Mes Cotes (EDP)

• Picture an old, decaying pink rose surrounded by wet moss next to a busy highway after a heavy downpour. That's what Hermann smells like. It does not smell like the petals of the rose, but rather its green stem. A woody, spiny rose with earthy tones of moss and slightly metallic notes to my nose. I love wearing this every time it rains. I consider it my signature fragrance and for good reason. Much like Prada L'Homme, this is my comfort medicine for when I feel reserved or upset. Every time I sniff it, its scent tells me that everything will be okay and tomorrow will be another day.

Some Samples, but majority are not pictured here:

• Polo Red and Blue: These are cool cheapies, especially Red, it smells like a simpler Wanted by Night, I can see myself purchasing a small bottle of it. Blue I'm not a fan of though, I hate overly aquatic/ozonic fragrances.
• Azzaro Chrome Parfum: Smells like a pine tree after a downpour with conifers and it somehow grows lemons as well. Actually smells really good, highly recommend.
• Guerlain AA Forte Oud Yuzu, Rossa Rossa, Bosca Vanilla, and AA Herba Fresca: Want to go to nose heaven? Just smell these real quick.
• Dyptique Orpheon and Eau De Sens: Orpheon somehow smells like cotton you dabbed on something really good. Can't properly explain it. Eau De Sens smells like the pretty and fruitful backyard of your grandma's house. Both are very photorealistic with whatever smell they're trying to replicate.

And that's all! If you have any questions, let me know. Thank you! :)

Sorry if i spelt things wrong i'm very dumb AITJ for breaking up with my girlfreind after she asked a(n) inopropriate question about my mom I (28) male has bien daiting melisa (not her real name ) female (28) for 2 years and we were celabrating her man bestfreind(s) birthday so we did his birthday at my house because his was beaing renovaited so for a while melisa was with victothe bestfreind (not his real name) they were talking I have nothing against this bacause hes gay they were chatting and then melisa faces her head to me and told me "does your mom get around" I look at her and say exuse me what the heck did you you Just say víctor starts laughing I tell melisa to just leave and she starts to cry and that she did not mean it and I tell her still you should not have said that and i told her to leave again and starts saying over and over again and I Olso told víctor to leave and he takes her and leave.
Update I broke up with her and she went to her family and they started to spam me so I block all of them and she told all my freinds and made the story so that she makes herself the victum so I tell them the truth they belive me because i'm very honest
P.S at the party was just me and melisa and víctor