I (17M) have known my special needs friend (17F) since the 6th grade and we’ve become great friends from there. She has a severe case of autism and she may be a little slow, she also has to have an aid person with her at school, and the only time I see her is during lunch and around the beginning and the end of school. Sometimes I’ll hang out with her outside of school and we’ll go do something together like ice cream, pizza, movies, and more.
When we spend time together, she's often joined by her older sister or one of her parents, if they're available. Her family has always been kind and inclusive towards me, inviting me to events and her birthday celebrations. I've noticed she sometimes struggles with communication and understanding, and I'm happy to help clarify things for her and offer support when needed.
When I first met her, she was introverted and reserved, but as she grew more comfortable around me, she blossomed into a vibrant and engaging conversationalist. We now share profound and meaningful discussions, which brings me great joy. Her kindness, sweetness, and beauty shine from within, making her a truly lovable and endearing person, especially once you get to know her. Lately, I've developed feelings for her, and every time we meet, I'm filled with excitement and nervous anticipation, like a flutter in my chest.
When I gaze into her eyes I see beauty, almost heavenly. I take time to make sure she feels comfortable and has a good time, I love to hang out with her more than my other friends. I enjoy every single thing about her, even her flaws.
I have a feeling for her that I can only describe as “Love”. I want to ask her out, but I don’t people to think that I’m trying to take advantage of her.
Is it okay to want to pursue her romantically?

I’m a mom of a traumatized and mentally ill 11 year old. I got her away from our abuser, won sole custody. But we left our home state and we don’t have any family or support to help here. Most days now I feel like I’m trapped in a prison. Her mental health is rarely if ever good enough to leave the house. A lot of her abuse was neglect so she can’t be left alone, even just being in a different room for too long can cause a screaming meltdown. It’s sometimes hard for me to even use the bathroom. There are no birthday parties. No trips to the park. No fun, no friends, no childhood. Nothing. Just screaming and nonsensical insanity and isolation between the occasional doctor’s visits. I’ve lost all my friends. No one talks to us or invites us to anything anymore and why would they? We’d just have to say no.
She has a psychiatrist and they’ve tried different medications but nothing seems to make it better. She just gets worse and worse and she’s probably never going to be able to support herself or live independently and contemplating spending the rest of my life like this is making me suicidal. It’s not a life, not for either one of us. I’m afraid that if she keeps getting worse she’ll have to be institutionalized and then that makes me feel relieved which makes me feel even more terrible and like a shitty mother.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how much longer I can keep getting out of bed knowing that nothing is waiting for me but more madness and isolation forever. What can I do?

So there is me and my 4 other siblings but I don’t talk to 3 of them! AITA FOR CUTTING MY SIBLINGS OFF? let me start from the beginning, on my birthday which was in march of 2024 we went out to celebrate I invited my friend, my boyfriend and it only seemed right to invite my siblings(aka only my younger siblings came) when we first got there it was fine but we were looking for my friend, keep in mind when we first approached her my siblings were not welcoming to her at all!! My friend she had a situation that had upset her but when I got there she told me she was gonna try to have a good time cause she doesn’t wanna ruin my birthday. After a lil while my boyfriend finally arrives and we make are way to food place to eat, while we are in there I notice my siblings are acting VERY DRY! I didn’t know what was wrong with them they were acting very rude to my friend when she was trying to have a conversation with them. One of my siblings also had an attitude because he tried to dig in my friend food, he had money but didn’t wanna spend it also my friend doesn’t know him! I’m a very emotional person so I go outside to cry cause I felt like my own siblings weren’t there to have a good time with me. My boyfriend and my friend walk outside to comfort me, mind you I start crying more because I notice that my siblings are still sitting there not checking up on me! I invited my sisters friend and as soon as she pops up she’s in a good mood. After that everything goes fine for the rest of the night yes my friend dd end up in a bad mood towards the end of the day but she apologized for that. THIS ISN’T WHY I CUT THEM OFF THIS WAS JUST THE ICING ON THE TOP! the next day I’m on instagram live with my other friend not the same friend that was with me that night, we’re talking and she asks how my birthday went I specifically said this words “ they got on my nerves but I still had fun” mind you I said it in a goofy way although it was true! Maybe 30 minutes goes by my sisters texts me, my youngest sister text me(she’s not that young btw) she texts me like she was tryna check me but I shut that down rq then she blocked me and my middle sister me like she was actually trying to talk and understand but I later on found out she was talking behind my back saying the opposite TWO FACED? My lil brother was in the live and idk what all he said but he told them that I was talking stuff about them in a bad way like I was being fake. I SHOWED THEM RECEIPTS KEEP THAT IN MIND. So I sent my receipts to them proving that I wasn’t talking sht about them then I blocked them including my brother. They think I cut them off for my friend but I didn’t I cut them up because it was built up stuff they were doing in the past and still proceeded to do. My middle sister I always put her boyfriend over me and always used me for advice or when she needed something but never checked up on me, I had a heart to heart talk with her before any of this happened but I guess it didn’t mean anything to her. I caught her texting my ex which blew are whole relationship, I haven’t seen the texts messages but I didn’t care how they were texting it was still suspicious because she told me she blocked him weeks before but he wasn’t blocked!(she never said sorry or even came to me about it to talk about it.) Their was a time in 2021 where I was doing stuff I wasn’t supposed but that’s not the point during that time me and my mom’s relationship was going down the toilet quick (not bc of me!) in 2021 in was a lil close to the end of the year, one day I overdosed thank god for keeping me here! But that day really opened my eyes I realized no one cared the only person who checked up on my was my dad but he eventually left after a few hours, my sisters acted like nothing happened my mom called me names and my brother made a joke about me trying to kms. I really should have cut them all off that day but my heart was strong enough to do that cause I still love my family and still do. Also both of my sister’s birthday was in march of 2024 and I didn’t say happy birthday, I caught one of them talking about me to her friend(I have reciepts /screenshot) she was calling me out of my name and talking about me like she had no loyalty for me. We did end up fighting that night and my other sister took her side and was saying stuff like we all talk sht about each other and that just blew me cause I showed proof that I wasn’t so she was just trying to justify the fact that she does talk stuff about me and wants to feel better about herself. They say they don’t have an issues with me but why do the do the things they do to me? I wrote them a letter telling them why I cut them off and that basically I still feel like I wanna die and I apologized for not saying happy birthday to show them that I know how to apologize!(aka if that was one of them writing that I would of dropped all beef to make sure they weren’t gonna try to overdoes again knowing I’ve done it before.) so AITA for cutting my siblings off?
Btw I’m 17 and very mature for my age but I still wanted an outsiders opinion about it.

Hey guys.
Im an Iranian international student and Ive been living in Canada for 6 years. Ever since 2018. Yesterday, I had a flight to Iran, and the transit city was Frankfurt, located in Germany. However, they didn’t let me get on the flight and I was stopped at the Canadian airport because I don’t have a visa. I wanted to go to my country for a month or so to see my parents. However, my visa is expired, and I only have a study permit which wouldn’t allow me to come back. I have an Iranian passport. Do I need to apply for a visitor visa, so I can come back? Am I gonna need an invitation letter? That wouldn’t make any sense since I’m already in Canada right?
Please someone guide me through this. Thanks

Hi everyone! I started writing an original story on the app Dreame, and I would love if any readers on the platform could check it out and give me some feedback if possible! :)
It's about a first born heir of the pack being female, and the council members reject having a female Alpha. In the attempt to kill her, her birth parents faked her death and sent her away from the pack to grow up safe. As she approaches her 18th birthday, she receives a package with letters from her now deceased father where she discovers she's a werewolf. During her transition to becoming a werewolf she goes back to the pack and looks for answers, and to discover the truth about who she is whilst also learning to become a werewolf.
There are a lot of twists and turns I've planned for this story which I'm quite excited to happen! Oh and there's also an a enemies to lovers trope within it too!
Also it's NSFW with some strong language and sexual elements.
Story here: https://www.dreame.com/story/1882348288-the-one-true-alpha
Any reads and love towards the story would be much appreciated! <3

For some context me and my now ex had been together for 5 years. Through out our relationship we had our ups and downs like everyone does. I will admit I was a major asshole at the beginning and even about 3 years in. These past 2 years I’ve worked on myself. I believe I was becoming better for her because of how much I love her. I would even tap into her love language more. One big thing I would do when we fought was shut down, but for the past 2 years I had really worked on it and would speak my mind and feelings. It seemed like we kinda switched spots. Now when we fought she would lash out at me when we would fight. More context of my is that I didn’t wanna go to school and went straight into working. My ex though was going to nursing school which in itself is very stressful. My previous job took an enormous mental toll on me so when I would get home I wouldn’t wanna do anything and would just want to decompress with my ex. So when she would invite me places or say let’s go out I wouldn’t want to because of the toll work took on my mind. While we were together I started a new job that I love so my mood definitely switched. Going out was something I wanted to do. Our weekends would start on Thursday and we would be out everyday until Sunday. So leading up to the break up I thought things were well because I would ask and she would say yes. Then the day of the break I was on my way home from work and called like I usually do and she said “can you come get Jasper (our dog) and I wanna talk” I had a feeling something was up just didn’t know what. When I got there she said “I’m not happy anymore I’m done” I immediately started packing my things that I had there and left without really talking. The next day I went back and we had our conversation. We talked about things and all the complaints she had with the our relationship. The major points were. She couldn’t let go of the past, I was overwhelming with the things I wanted so soon(I.e. wanting to get engaged, wanting kids, moving in together) , I was being co dependent with her. After hearing these things I told her I can change all of those things because I had been except the past. But she said no she needs her time and space. I have since accepted all of the statements she has given me and even started therapy. To work on myself and help me with those things for whoever that next person is. There is one thing I still want to be apart of in her life. It is her graduation and I believe she wants me there. So we both really haven’t been giving each other the space I think we deserve. I’ve also done some gestures to show her my love and appreciation for her. She says she appreciates them all and loves them. She even tells me she still loves and cares for me so much. But she still wants her space to heal herself and see what she wants. I’ve accepted this all I want to give her the space and time she wants because I love her. Her birthday is coming up before her graduation as well so I got her presents for both of the occasions them being more meaningful than expensive. I always would get expensive things and not really sentimental. These are my last gestures before I really do give her time and space, and go no contact. I’m thinking for the summer and then reaching out after to see how she’s doing just checking up. Is there any hope I get her back or is she done with me?

Two and a half years ago, I sent a final letter to my N-father to please leave us (myself, teen child, husband) alone. I'm in my 50s; the letter severing things was as compassionate as I could be and didn't go into past hurts in detail, only expressing that my dad and his wife (a bully) had negatively affected my mental--and due to serious anxiety attacks about them--physical health. There was also the issue of the blatant favoritism the folks have toward one of my half-sibs and their kids; myself being the black sheep and my family were only treated as an afterthought. Like, everyone else makes plans and then they tell us. Our teen would regularly receive birthday gifts that looked like they were dug out of the junk drawer, not particularly personal or even new. It took about a year or so after this letter to deal with the fallout of severing contact. One of my half-sibs (I have two, both quite a bit younger) was very angry with me for 'creating a broken family'. Our father left before I was even born, so I was born into one, nonetheless... over time, my anxiety levels subsided as well as physical symptoms (like TMJ from grinding/clenching, eczema flare ups, lousy lost sleep,stress-induced IBS and more) improving.
Things had been going pretty well until yesterday morning. Our teen's seventeenth birthday was a couple weeks ago, and my husband found a birthday card for kiddo in the mail. It was already open, no suprise due to postal service/crappy glue on envelope, but it was a card from my father with a gift card in it. Won't lie-- I felt sick, like I'd been suckerpunched. Teen was confused; we told teen we'd comp them the amount of the gift card, and that we were sending it all back. Teen was sweet and said they didn't need the money, but we felt that this was the right thing to do. I was furious and went to take a long walk.
One thing that I learned about my past a few years back was that when I was much younger( elementary school) and my mom didn't allow my father in my life, he and his current wife came to our neighborhood and took photos of me walking home from school. Essentially, stalking. He had signed away parental rights and my mom's second husband adopted me. My father is someone who gets indignant, he's always on about being 'disrespected' by everyone--- he's an exhausting misogynist fundamentalist, and they think our family is 'weird' and going to hell, so there's that. His wife is a covert narcissist and has bullied me most of the time I knew her. My concern is that they might do the same weird stalking thing to our teen. The fact that she stated that she used to have fantasies of 'rescuing' me from my also narc mom (yes, swimming in narcisssists!) is also concerning. She doesn't understand boundaries unless they're her own, LOL.
Part of the reason I want to protect our teen is that they are queer and I know how they treated one of my sibs gay kids (not well); and teen also has autism (I likely do as well). They are intolerant and bigoted, but my father also has a 'no one can tell me what to do' attitude. I sent the card/gift and a short letter stating that it was clear that he didn't care about my mental health and this 'gesture' only confirmed that he's selfish and doesn't care about us and what we need for peace.
I also sent my half-sibs a note asking them to please not share any further family photos, etc of us due to this safety concern, and that we are going to be sharing with the school that if my folks show up, call law enforcement.
I hate feeling like this. I slept like crap, eczema has flared up again and my anxiety is at a low droning constant hum. I feel flooded, just like I'm existing in life right now. I hate these people so much. My sibs haven't responded (I told them they didn't need to and that I'll continue with not discussing the folks with them further), so other than my husband, I don't really have an adult familial support. Plus, my therapist is out of town for the next couple weeks.
All I want is to be left alone and regain the peace we've had for the past 2.5 years. At this point, I'm considering getting a civil attorney if this keeps up, to sue for intentional infliction of emotional distress or something. If I'm going to have to go back to therapy more intensely, at least he can pay to play.
Anyone else deal with this sort of 'change back' move? The end run around me to get to our teen was just the shittiest thing I've dealt with in a long time: he forced me into a lose/lose position of either allowing the contact or taking a gift away from our kid-- he picked the wrong lady to mess with, because unlike his cowardly butt, I've had to fight for myself my entire life and have the anger of a thousand suns on my side.

So I’ll start this story off by saying I (28 M) my wife (25 F) are newly married, we got married in late December and it’s the happiest I’ve ever been. She’s genuinely the sweetest person and the perfect wife. We’ve never really had and issues or arguments that aren’t resolved the same day. We aren’t expecting or have any children, yet. This whole situation happened one week ago and so much has happened since then I just want to get it off my chest. It all started when my mom invited me and my wife to her 50th birthday party. I love my mom of course so I was very excited to go so I told my wife who wasn’t very excited. I should mention that ever since I’ve been with my wife her and my mom just don’t seem to click. I’ve have caught my mom making snide remarks a couple times while she thought I wasn’t nearby or listening. My wife has complained to me a couple times but I chalk it up to my mom just needing to get used to her, and my wife will agree.
So on this day we arrive to my mother house at 6:30 we walk in to people chatting and my mother sees us walk in and runs up and gives me a big hug, talking to me asking how my day was, she practically ignored my wife which I didn’t seem to notice but my wife mentioned it later. After some time of talking to everyone there we all sit down and listen to my mother talk because my father comes out to cut her cake. We all get a piece and we’re sitting at the table with about 3 other people besides my mom, my father, my wife and I, when my wife gets a piece of frosting on the dress she bought recently just a couple days ago. She quietly gasps and says “Oh no” before quickly excusing her self to go to the washroom and wipe it off, my mother follows to go “help her” which now I know her true intentions. After about 1 minute I hear a loud “F*CK U” from my wife followed by a slap and a thud. My father and I rush in to see my mother unconscious on the floor with my wife standing there crying. I ask what happened and she said that my mother had made a comment about her dress being “ugly” and calling her too fat for it. I yelled at my wife and told her that was so reason to knock her unconscious cause at her age that could be seriously harmful. I told her to “get the f*ck out” or I was going to call the police. She looked at me with the saddest eyes and said “Really.” I said “Yes” while pointing towards the door. She quickly wiped the look off her face and walked out quickly.
We took my mom to the hospital who had no serious injury’s besides a bruise on her head and just feeling dizzy. I texted my wife after I found out my mom had really no serious injuries and told her hat I was sorry for yelling but I was just scared and nervous because that’s my mom I would never want anything to happen to her. She didn’t reply to that message, or any that I sent for that matter. I just thought she needed some time. But now, the reason I’m writing this post is because today I heard a knock on my door while I was watching TV, I opened it and to my surprise I was being served with divorce papers. I took them and closed the door and immediately called her. And for the first time she answered, I started yelling at her saying she was being dramatic and making decisions too fast. After all she was the one who punched my mom for nothing but a snide remark about her dress and her weight. I should be the one mad at her, I told her to please rethink it and come over so we can talk. She said she has nothing to say to me and already made her mind up. She said she’s tired of dealing with my “narcissistic crazy a** mom” and hung up. I threw the remote ont he wall and started crying. I love this woman with my whole wife and the fact she’s divorcing me of something so small. I don’t know what to do and I need advice please, Am I in the wrong?

Hi Charlotte, I’m an avid fan and I’ve been watching for years, plus your vids are the only thing that has gotten me through the worst 18 years of my life, so without further ado here is a story full of fake names and bitches. So I (18F) am graduating in early June and to say I’m thrilled to be out of high school is an understatement. I’ve always been a bit of an ugly duckling nerdy kind of girl, especially within my immediate family such as my mom, Karmen, my aunt Noreen (her sister), my older cousin, Katelyn, my oldest sister and Karmen’s favorite first born golden baby, Jen. This opinion was made known by all of them when Katelyn would call me a “failed fix me baby” and terrorize me in every way you could imagine, constantly reminding me that my dad wanted three kids (im the youngest of four🤠) and that my mom only forced my dad into a fourth thinking he wouldn’t be able to leave her (he did anyway). My father has also confirmed this as did everyone else when they witnessed this themselves and said nothing. However, I am extremely extroverted by nature and love people (for the most part), and this is how I’ve met some of the best and worst people ever. Unfortunately, I moved going into my junior year to a new school, because Karmen couldn’t afford the rent in our old town and promised me a car if I agreed to moved as it was easier and cheaper (I also like didn’t actually have the option she just needed me to tell her family it was my choice so they would get off her ass).
To sum up a gruesome and horrible story, plus the other 17 years I lived with her (this about to be discussed event happened last June), an argument ensued about her not keeping up to her promises and once I accepted defeat, I begged her to leave my room, she didn’t leave, I threw my wallet, she then picked it up, brought it outside, and threw it across the street with all my money and my debit card in it, and then when I ran to get to it before she could, she grabbed me from behind and I ended up in the ER with a golf ball on my head, a concussion, and honestly, a little bit of a death wish. And even though I possess literal PHOTO EVIDENCE of the injuries and medical records, and an entire RESTRAINING ORDER, her entire family has listened to her and my grandma’s, Ellen, side of the story, who told my brother (also estranged) that after the event both of us were no longer welcome at her house, and she continued to ignore my existence every day and holiday afterward, even the annual Christmas Eve celebration. Because the petty potato queen herself taught me two important things, 1. Never stay anywhere you’re not wanted, and 2. The best way to seek petty revenge.
So, what did I do you ask? I sent the photos (printed out because it’s more personal that way) and a hand written, passive aggressive letter thanking Ellen for nothing and the monster she raised, and signed it with my new middle name, which used to be her, Ellen, but is no longer. After this, Jen called our dad (they have a very rocky relationship, plus she is just Karmen 2.0) and tore him a new one saying I threatened Ellen and was an insane bitch, told him I ruined Ellen’s Christmas by showing her those photos, AND the most important thing to them, and I quote “her name is ‘first Ellen’ not ‘first new middle name’”. First off, I did not threaten anyone, as I am only a little crazy, and I mostly move in the shadows like the wise judge Charlotte has taught me. BUT ALSO they were so pressed about the name changed because Ellen no longer had a name sake. After that, I have not spoken to Ellen or any other characters since, as I want to protect my peace and my sanity.
However, here is where the graduation party comes in. For my grad party, I invited my godmother, Judith (Ellen’s sister), and my Gruncle Danny (Ellen’s brother) whom I adored, and as far as I new at the time, were neutral. Yet, after sending my Evite link, as well as requesting not to tell Ellen the details of my grad party, I was greeted with a lecture on how the family was already broken enough and how Ellen was crushed by me cutting her off, and that I needed to invite Ellen, Jen, Karmen, Noreen, Katelyn, and the rest of my immediate family because they were family and it was wrong to pursue legal action against family. Followed by that bullshit, was either being ignored, left on read, or, if lucky, texted, that they were not attending because I was in the wrong. I truthfully only ask the wise Charlotte because my therapist told me not to let anger cloud my judgement, but I’m just starting to heal and I can’t handle seeing them there, and I couldn’t invite Karmen if someone held a gun to my head because she is,b and I stress this, ON TRIAL for CHIKD ABUSE, AND I have a RESTRAINING ORDER against her. This is also her second arrest for assault, and her twentieth run in with CPS.
Truthfully, I don’t want them there and I don’t think I’m wrong, but maybe I am making a mistake? Idk, truthfully, and this sounds cruel, after the crap they put me through I wouldn’t care if they all dropped dead tomorrow, and if that were to happen, then at least I wouldn’t be looking over my shoulder all the time. But maybe I’m wrong, so AITA?
I know this is pretty heavy, but whether yall think I’m a big butthole, I truly wouldn’t be on this earth if it weren’t for Charlotte, I quite literally live for her videos and she makes my day!

Hi everyone so this is a really petty story from middle school I’m in my 3 year of high school right now.
So anyway when I was in middle school I had this two girls that were my best friends we‘ll call them Abby and Martha and we would mostly walk around the campus talking or sit at the lunch tables drawing but starting 5th grade they would start to ignore me and not answer any of my questions. But is was fine cause naive me still thought we were all friends but one day in 6th grade a few weeks before my birth day they said they had a surprise for me for my birthday but there was also some bad news and I would have to wait for them to tell me that night on discord. So there I was 6th grade me waiting for the text when I get it they said “do you want the good news are the bad news first” I said bad news first cause how bad could it be. It was bad they sent a whole ass list on why they thought I was a ”fake friend” non of them were true. They said I was homophobic which is funny cause I’m gay, they said I was racist which I’m not that either I have plenty of friends that are black, they also said that don’t care about them and never helped them when they were sad which is also wrong because one of them, Martha she said to never say are you ok to her so she doesn’t cry more and I said ok, Another one was I could never remember there birthdays bitch I could hardy remember my own birthday, either way I could keep going but I don’t want to make this to long. So that happened and what was even worse is that they added my enemy to the chat she hated me cause she thought I was trying to steal her man! It took me a whole day to process what happened and that was my first break in this story as there are many more to come. Now fast forward to my birthday I invited Martha and Abby to my party cause why not, only Martha came and two friends from my karate class. Everything was fine until, Abby messaged martha asking were she was martha said at my house Abby freaked out and called Martha a fake bitch and did message Martha for the rest of my party.
Fast forward to my 7th grade year I was still friends with Martha and I made some new friends that I hanged out with but it didn’t last long as It all started during the elections for student council half of my friend group wanted person1 to win while the other half wanted person 2 to win I didn’t know who to pick so I became my own person. But you know who keep switching sides and spending false rumors it was non other then Martha she was causing drama on the second month of school like girl. That was the first crake the second one was when martha and two other people from my friend group but egg into person 2’s soup (one of the girls from the election drama) It didn’t end well and our little group split into two groups the gossip group and the non gossip group the one I’m in along with Martha and two other girls (minded that there were 7 of use). Then Martha and one girl we will call her Stanley girl, they moved over to the gossip group cause they got into a fight with another girl in my group. And of course Martha caused a lot of drama in the gossip group and he ended up only having one friend by the end of the year who was the Stanley girl. Of course Martha got some karma in 7th grade like getting in trouble for fat shaming a diabetic kid or when the girls did like a group therapy and when I was talking about the 6th grade incident she started to cry, fake tears to cause I was ranting and calling her out on it. She always cries when shes in trouble and tries to get out of the situations and get the attention on her which worked all the way up till our 8th graduation.
When you graduate from 8th grade at my middle school you would right a three or more paragraph speech talking about your time at the school this is were my pettiness comes in. The speeches are basically thanking the school and remembering the funny moments, so what I did was talk about good things and bad things of every year, my school was kindergarten all the way till 8th grade. So you can imagine the look on Martha’s face when I basically talked shit about her in front of the whole school. It was priceless and I was the last speech of the 8th graders so when everything was done Martha and her one friend got hit with a lot of questions and insult’s from the middle schoolers and it got to the point were she started crying and ran to her mom.
So there’s my story I hoped you in joyed, feel free to ask me anything in the comments and make sure to subscribe to Charlotte as he is are petty queen. Nyx out

I moved to the UK from Canada six years ago to be with my now wife. I'm a little ashamed of it, but I lived at home until I was 27 (combination of a number of things but I was contributing at least) in a house of six people (me, my mom, my dad, and my three younger siblings). When I was 21, my dad got sick and was out of work for a bit, and long story short, we lost the house and had to move to another house with one less room. My three younger siblings are closer in age, but I was made to share a room with my oldest-younger brother (four years apart), which didn't work for either of us, so from 21-27, I just slept on an old couch in the basement. I tried moving out but rents were steep, friends already had roommates/no space, and the two places I did try to move into ended up going with someone else. Not making excuses, I could've tried harder, but just wanted to add some context.
I ended up meeting a girl who was related to a friend of mine. We hit it off, kept in contact, and eventually decided we wanted to be together. Fortunately, I also had UK citizenship through my mom, so I spent 24 - 27 saving everything I could, visiting when I could spare the money, got my passport, packed up, and moved.
Since I moved to the UK, I've started a business and bought a house. In that time, only my two youngest siblings have visited me, and that was only in the last year. The sort of unspoken expectation that I'm the one to visit, and I usually go back every other year for Christmas. I've offered for my dad and mom to visit me, but my mom always insists she "couldn't do a 7 hour flight" and my dad always says he'll take the time but never follows through. Worth noting that in the last few years, my parents have become fairly well off. My dad's semi-retired, my mom's retired, and they have far more time and money than I do. My business is doing well, but it's basically just me - so if I take time off, I don't make money. I can plan for it, but it's hard to when no one meets me half way.
Every year I've invited my dad to visit, the conversation goes nowhere. I've suggested my dad and mom come visit for their anniversary and visit Scotland (where my mom's grew up before she moved to Canada as a kid) but that doesn't work work. I've suggested July or August, but that's a busy time for my dad's work. Last September I my wife and I took our dream trip, and while October to December are typically my busiest months, I made visiting for Christmas work. The conversation of visiting came up again when I asked my dad (as I do every year) if him and mom want to visit. All I get are non-committal "sure, let me know when". I ended up taking on a bunch of work recently that grew into something unexpected that's going to take me through the summer, so I said September or October would work best, but said it might be a better idea if my wife and I come back in October to surprise mom for her 60th birthday. He seemed elated by the idea and even offered to pay for it.
My sister called this morning to chat and we got to talking about her coming to stay with us for the summer since she's thinking of moving here next year. She then brought up that our dad - out of the blue - confided in her that he thinks I don't want him to visit me. I pressed for more details, and apparently he's upset that I keep putting it off and just offering to come visit back home instead. I got a little heated venting to my sister because I've lived here six years and if they really wanted to come, they could have just come. Or at least coordinated a time to visit with me better beyond "I'll let you know" or "let us know what works for you" when I communicate my schedule. I've made it clear they can visit whenever but I just need a heads up - I can't rearrange work and plan around it without some idea of when they're going to visit.
This type of communication (or lack thereof) isn't uncommon in our family, but it's frustrating, and until I moved away and separated myself from a lot of this kind of stuff, I didn't realize how frustrating it really is. If he's that hurt about me not wanting him to visit (despite being the only one to offer and try and coordinate it), I don't see why he doesn't just pick a date, ask if it works, and then just visit. I've lived here for 6 years and they've never visited. They've never seen our house. They haven't met my cats. They haven't checked out my business I started. They haven't seen the home I've built for myself. It's hard to feel like they actually care or want to visit when the complete lack of effort is there, along with the fact that my mom has, in a way, said she never would. My sister and one of my brothers thinks I'm overreacting, but I really don't think I am.
So AITAH for thinking my dad doesn't have much right to be upset when the ball's in his court and he makes little to no effort?
TL;DR: Moved from home to another country 6 years ago. Invite parents to visit often but they never follow through. Dad supposedly upset I put off inviting him when I invite him every year. Apparently overreacting for being 'this upset' by it. Need advice / a second opinion.

Technically this was a few days ago.
I was at a club with some friends and seen those private booths and seen an upper year from a different school I knew, he allowed me in, I got cake and invited to the afterparty. Looking back this was a red flag cause apart fromhim everyone in the booth were like 30 ir 40 years old and im only 18, but i was too drunk and was getting kinda bored. I'm already excited asl cause my mum never let me out so now that I'm in college the freedom felt good.
On the way one if the guys is telling me how I'm gonna be partying sith the big boys now etc. We get home and after awhile these guys start taking out crystal meth on the plate and after asking what it was the host, a woman who was celebrating her 40th birthday showed me how to do it and offered it to me. I did a few lines go back to hanging out with the guys and doing more shots in their room.
The woman was also pretty touchy and kept telling stories of guys she's been with and even pushed on the bed and started riding me to demonstrate how she did it and would also just come up to me and kiss me. I'd also see her and the other girl giving the guys lap dancing, and even asked me if I wanted to snort more meth on their tits or ass.
Some more time go by and they also bring out mdma, I see it, ask what it was, ask to try it and she teaches me how to do it. So now I'm absolutely plastered, high on alot of meth and now soon to high on mdma. It doesn't help that it seemed like they had an infinite supply of crystal cause they just kept doing more and more lines.
Some more time goes by and I start popping in and out of consciousness, I remember the woman giving me a lap dance and next thing I know being advised to leave. I had no clue what I did cause I was blacking so I remember asking why and if I did something wrong. One of the girls says that I basically took out my dick when she was dancing on me, I'm naturally shocked and embarrassed and start apologising profusely and cause I can tell I'm losing myself I agree to leave.
Next day I tell her I'm coming back to give them a gift and apologise alot again, they accept my apology, the other girl and one of the dudes tells me that since I'm young I should stop doing crystal and drugs cause they don't want to see me get addicted and say next time not to go overboard.
Naturally I feel horrible and I should cause that's not acceptable behaviour but at the same time, these are like 7 30-40 year olds teaching me how to do Crystal meth and mdma while cleary drunk and with the knowledge I'm 18. Like i never wouldve went mad if atleast one said no or did anything to stop me from doing any of the drugs. I'm not trying to completely pass blame cause I know I'm responsible as well for my own actions but I sort of feel like they're also partly to blame for giving me more alcohol, mdma and meth all while i was already drunk and clearly had no clue what i was getting into, it's not that surprising that it went bad.
In a way its good it went bad so i know to stay away from drugs and heavy drinking.
TL;DR: was offered a buttload of hard drugs for the first time and ruined a house party
Edit: for what it's worth, I didn't know they were going to do any drugs at the afterparty, more of a mix of curiosity and being drunk

My sister 34 Me 30 My niece just turned 3 a few days ago My son 3 1/2
So alittle back sorry of what happen last April 2023 .
My niece had a birthday party my son who was 3 1/2 at the time diagnosed with autism so at the time he was still learning to wait his turn for things as any normal toddler at that stage is.
Well when the time came for the piñata to come out. He was patiently waiting for his turn. So the birthday girl was taking hers first and he was next. Keep in mind this was a five mins turn and he was getting pretty anxious to take his so when she was just standing there holding the stick, he grabbed it out of her hand .. as any mother would do I grabbed the stick and his hand and told him gentle in a calm voice that he had to wait his turn and we had to give it back he was claim and was going to do so as I was getting the stick out of his had to hand it over back to my niece my sister decided to aggressively to yank it out of my hand and my sons causing chaos and him having a melt down. Soemthing I was trying to avoid. Than she procced to yell at my son telling him that he always ruins her daughter birthday and some other stuff along the way that was just hush and mean to say to someone.. especially a 3 1/2 year old who doesn’t fully understand and was just getting into ABA.
So this year April 2024 my sister and my brother in-law decided to take her else where on her birthday which was this Tuesday and never once mention to me about having family over for cake or nothing. So lastnight Saturday around 8pm my mom and sister were out and about and she came to drop my mom off at home and proceeds to tell me and my kids are invited to come over for cake and a bbq Sunday afternoon .. come to find out the rest of the family knew before hand during the week about it and I just found out last min last night. To me kinda like you didn’t want to invited us and our mom made her ..
So from what my son went through last year I sure don’t want him to go through it again so I texted her this morning me and my kids won’t be attending. Now my parents are calling me a child and selfish because i wasn’t attending .. telling me to keep the past in the past but when it happened they were on my side about it saying it was wrong of her to do so but not I’m a child and selfish for not attending something I was told last min or last year hearing my son has always ruined her daughters birthday party. Why would I want to attend if that’s how she feels ..
Also keep in mind my son nor me have yet to get an apology for what she said and acts like she has done nothing wrong. So AITA ?

To contextualize: my ex and I dated for 3 months, it was all super intense. He broke up with out of nowhere, impulsively. He had done it before, but this time he didn’t come after me and it’s been 2 weeks. What makes me most confused is that hours before the break up he was calling me his girlfriend and saying that he missed me. I’m so silly for wanting after 3 weeks to congratulate him and give him some letters for his birthday?? I don’t think it’s any shame to like someone and I think life is too short for us not to fight for those we like. Is it possible that he stopped liking me in 3 weeks? I really want to talk to him but since the day he broke up with me suddenly without explanation and gave me a ghost that I didn’t look for him either.

To contextualize: my ex and I dated for 3 months, it was all super intense. He broke up with out of nowhere, impulsively. He had done it before, but this time he didn’t come after me and it’s been 2 weeks. What makes me most confused is that hours before the break up he was calling me his girlfriend and saying that he missed me. I’m so silly for wanting after 3 weeks to congratulate him and give him some letters for his birthday?? I don’t think it’s any shame to like someone and I think life is too short for us not to fight for those we like. Is it possible that he stopped liking me in 3 weeks? I really want to talk to him but since the day he broke up with me suddenly without explanation and gave me a ghost that I didn’t look for him either.

Hello, For a birthday party where the theme is "character that starts with the first letter of your first name", I'm searching for ideas for my boyfriend and I as a duo. We already thought about "Rick and Morty" but as we never watched, I would like to know if someone has any other idea. Thank you !
(I forgot, R is M and M is F, but it's not really important)

TW: Sexual abuse, suicidal ideation, self harm,
This is long, so thanks for reading it if you choose to read it.
TL:DR I was sexually abused growing up. Entered a toxic relationship, discovered I was bi in the aftermath.
I binged this series yesterday and i'm glad I did. I am a person who was sexully abused growing up by my "friends". My parents had sent me to a rather small school and I was bullied severely by classmates. A year of my life was spent living in fear of a bully who would recruit some of my other friends to do things like hold me down and grab my balls with pliers, sodomize me with whatever they could find etc. My class was so small and the people who did this were the people I shared common interests in like music and skateboarding. I repressed the memories until I left my parents home for college. Only until later in life I learned that you cannot heal from something in the environment that hurt you. While the abuse was going on I was un able to explain it to my parents. A previous year my brother got a wedgie at a party and my dad who was a lawyer literally took a picture of his bare asshole to have proof of his assault and I remember thinking i'd never go through that exprience. Furthermore my parents would tell me things (not knowing of my abuse) like "you'd have it much worse in public school" when i'd beg them to move me elsewhere. They'd threaten to send me to military school when my grades slipped and I always felt like I was the problem.
I spent much of my early 20s in therapy and learning to cope with that experience. I really didn't feel comfortable going to public restrooms (the primary place of my abuse) until my late 20s. I actually thought I had moved on from this trauma until I entered a poly relationship with someone in my early 30s. I loved this person (and a part of me still does) but as the relationship moved on it was clear some things weren't ok. I was very open with her about my past and she wanted me to move in very early on in the relationship. This person also had her own baggage and crappy childhood. We just had very different ways of dealing with it. On paper this girl was shy and sweet, very quiet. However she loved the attention she received from posting nudes on the internet and engaging in risky sexual behavior. When the pandemic started she began doing sex work (without telling me) and of course I made it seem like no big deal, after all she did lose one of her two jobs and was just trying to survive. She eventually had a client stealth her and later that day she had unprotected sex with me.
She also had an older partner who was her "dom" they have a 15 year age gap and after the relationship ended I wondered if he was grooming her. In the 2 years we spent together I can only recall a handful of times she said positive things about him. This guy was a walking red flag really, the first time we hung out as the three of us he stole something, he was an unemployed "actor" and was a 40 year old dating a mid 20s girl. I think he was 38 and she was 24 when they started dating. She brought up things that made me question if he even got consent for some of the things they did. One time they went on a swingers cruise and he brought another couple back to their room without even telling her. He also would dom her in a way that was very physical. We are talking caining her boobs in a fashion that left them completely purple and scarred. I just would tell myself it was her relationship, and not my place to intervene. Both of them were pretty established in the community and I was a newbie. She invited me to a sex party, which I was already hesitant to attend because it was the pandemic, but I remember talking to her so I could gauge expectations and it was pretty clear she only invited me because her other partner had already found another date (unsurprisingly someone even younger then her). When talking to her about the party she went into great detail about what she would do with her other partner and when I asked her what we could do at the party she replied "I don't have to do shit with you". I was so taken a back by that statement and didn't want to start a fight so I simply found an excuse as to why I couldn't go to the party.
Theres other instances of this person just not being a good partner and pushing boundaries. She would limit who I dated by vetoing basically everyone else I tried to date while she started dating every night of the week we didn't spend together. She even went as far as to date someone with the same job as me and I work in a freelance industry. When I approached her to why I was uncomfortable with that and asked her to stop, she kept seeing him anyways. It was only after one of her friends pointed out that I was right she stopped seeing him.
Then I got in a car accident. Someone ran a light, I'm lucky I wasn't more hurt then I was, but the timing of the injuries I did sustain destroyed goals I was working on. Things she knew I deeply cared about and I worked on daily to achieve, things I would wake up everyday at 5am to work towards. The second time I tried to explain to her why I was so depressed after the accident I was met with "You already talked about that, why are you bringing this up again". Just a few weeks after this accident she broke up with me, a day before my birthday. I spent my birthday in my room devastated, and remember talking to her the day after asking to get back together. We ended up getting back together, she had just gotten a job she had to go through some pretty extensive interviewing for and I told her we should go somewhere nice to celebrate, and it would be nice if we could celebrate my birthday as well. She told me I didn't "deserve" a birthday.... 2 months later she had a birthday week.
Finally she broke up with me for the final time after she started dating someone particular pretty heavily. It became clearer that she was dating as hard as she was to replace me. I know I wasn't the best version of myself at the time, but I was understandably just going through some things I think most people would understand. I remember when I went to get my stuff from her place I called her out on everything. She snapped back "why would you bring up the stuff you don't like about me!" rather then acknowledge how she hurt me.
Weeks later she messaged me begging to get back together and I remember saying "i'm sorry but we aren't getting back together this time". I remember offering her closure but she told me I "didn't deserve closure". As I processed the relationship more it only seemed to me having more questions. I remember talking about the unprotected sex thing after getting raped thing on reddit, not thinking she was reading my posts but she messaged me the next day making me feel terrible about talking about it because I was making her rape "all about me". She then asked for no contact, which I gave to her until she matched with me on tinder. (I had swiped right on her before her asking for no contact).
This was months later and I saw my own faults in the relationship. I felt like we made it through the pandemic and there was still a nice future for us. I didn't think the few bad moments I listed so far weighed out some of the lovely times we had together. I think one of the funny things about no contact is you can miss the good things of relationship and bury the things that sucked. I offered her an apology and proposed we work things out. I offered to take her on a trip to Sedona where we could go on hikes and work on our relationship. I communicated this in a pile of anxiety and she basically ghosted out of the conversation and threatened me with a restraining order. Again I stopped contacting her, this time I blocked her everywhere, and I again asked questions on reddit. One day I realized she was probably still reading my reddit though, it is rather easy to make alt accounts after all. SO i deleted all my posts and comments with a bot. Sure enough the next morning I was at work and checked that account. I had a new follower, someone followed me about an hour after I deleted everything and I naively thought maybe it was someone I was talking to in those threads I was writing. Then I started reading the posts of this person. They sounded suicidal (posts like "i don't want to be alive anymore") they were self harming, and their dog was dying. Then I saw they had posted a picture. It was my exes account.
I wasn't really sure what she was trying to get out of contacting me like this. I remember thinking it could be a cry for help so rather then contact the police to do a wellness check I contacted her sister after I didn't hear back from my ex. I thought she was suicidal because her dog needed a surgery and she couldn't afford it, so I offered to pay for the surgery, ironically it would have been with the money I got from the car crash... I never heard back from her and her sister wasn't exactly welcoming me to contacting her despite the circumstances. I wasn't sure if I was out of line or not but it really seemed like my ex needed some help and her sister works at a crisis hotline. This is the last I ever heard from my ex. I did try to reach out a couple of times to understand why she did what she did, but i was simply met with "stop contacting me". This only made things worse, I have spent the last two years having a piece of me worried that she was going to kill herself. I mean thats what her words showed after all. In a way I became a Martha for a minute. While i didn't contact my ex (other then the two times I was seeking answers for why she did what she did) I went to great lengths to see if she was active on certain social medias because if she was active it meant she was alive. I just wanted to know she was ok, so I'd justify things like creating a burner fetlife to see if she was active, nevermind the damage seeing things like my ex getting gangbanged did to my mental health, if she was active it meant she was at least alive. I also wanted truth, I was looking for answers to what happened. I eventually got to a point where I stopped doing this (thank god) and acknowledge its no way to live.
I lost my sexual identity during this time as well. I discovered I was bi, I don't know if the experience with her left me so unnatracted to women, or the trauma felt so similar to what I had experienced in my early 20s. I lived that scene where the Gadd gets off to gay porn and thought "welp that was unexpected". I never went to the lengths of what he did as far as wanting his body to be used though.
This is where things come kind of full circle. In the months between the breakup and her contacting me like that, I started writing a record. It was oddly the most inspiring time of my life. It was about the only joy I was finding during this time frame and it was helping me process that relationship. As soon as she followed me on that account I lost all inspiration though. I felt by releasing the record it would hurt her and the story changed so it felt impossible to finish. My head was no longer in the same space to finish the project, or tell the stories as they were. I finally have finished that record 2 years later and it is what it is, writing the last 15% of it was infinitely more difficult then writing the first 85% because of my concern for her. From my point of view releasing this record could create it's own baby reindeer effect (allthough i'm not a good singer so it's not going to go anywhere like this show) I'm also afraid she will hear it and subsequently relapse into that suicidal state. I'm still on the fence about releasing it.
I guess thats my story, I will say this, Richard and myself were in these situations because we lack boundaries. Maybe not stating boundaries, but simply enforcing them. It's something I have worked on. On top of that there's a reason we stay with the abusers. I know in my case I loved simply spending time with this person. She dangled things in front of me that I wanted. I wanted to move in with her, I wanted to spend more time with her. I don't have a lot of family and being accepted by hers made me feel like I had a place. I viewed her as my best friend and partner. So while the show and this post may highlight the abuse, it also doesn't highlight all the times things were really good. In a way I became addicted to the roller coaster. My ex would push my boundaries further, and i'd subsequently blame myself and try harder. Unfortunately I lost myself in the process. In the case of my childhood abusers, they were the kids that did the things I also liked, I wanted to simply be accepted because I didn't feel accepted in my own home. Furthermore when you end up in one of these abusive relationships, the abuser always has something the abused wants. In my ex I saw someone that drew a bad straw and I wanted my ex to be happy, I loved making her happy, never mind my own needs.

Has anyone seen the news the Harkles are headed to Nigeria? https://people.com/meghan-markle-and-prince-harry-to-visit-nigeria-in-may-8640132
Remember when she met Harry how she went on a Malta heritage trip? What if she's trying to recreate Gabrielle Union type birthday documentary for Netflix? We know she is doing a cooking show for Netflix and needs content but she's also falling out of favour with the black community since Tyler, Michelle, Oprah & Beyonce shunned her. There's also the ongoing African park scandal engulfing Hazbeen.
So what if this trip is to:
A) Remind everyone she is black - 43% Nigerian (Can't wait to see how much bronzer she wears)
B) Mess with the algorithm so when you Google Harry & Africa the park scandal doesn't come up instead it's a military honour
C) Get good content for Netflix since their original Africa trips weren't recorded and get content that ties her to African ancestry.
The only good thing is the Harkles accepting a trip sponsored by a foreign government using their British titles may cause Parliament to act hastly and remove their titles and even the U.S. may get involved. The Nigerian Minister of Defense invited them using their titles. This is a big no-no for a private British & American citizen. Who is paying for their flight?
Also I saw someone commenting of if Roachel will make an appearance at InGriftUs and I think this trip is her way of getting attention, flying in quickly to get some pap pics and she can look like a humanitarian bc they will fly together to reduce carbon emissions.

I have been friends with this person since university days. Recently they started feeling lonely post breakup and they don't have many friends.
I have been inviting them over, going out a lot with them, sometimes cooking for them, or letting them use my flat when in need. I tried to be present as much as possible and they admitted that I was being very nice to them and they are happy I am their friend.
Recently I invited them to my partners' home for a few days. They said they will drive me to this place (2 hours drive total). I thought this was kind as I would've taken the train or the bus but it was obviously nicer to drive with a friend. I asked if they would want me to pay for the fuel on the way and they said it was fine. I provided food to thank them upon arrival. The next day, we went to a restaurant and while trying to sort the bills out, they made me cover their costs to cover for the fuel, which came out of nowhere given they already declined and I thanked them with food and cake. The next days they bought their own food and made themselves food, without offering anything to neither me or my partner. When I made food, they wanted to be included which of course I was fine with.
There have been few instances when they forgotten my birthday, didn't answer my phone calls when I was in need or just been straight rude to my face unknowingly. They are also the type of person to constantly talk about money, how much things cost even though they earn more than me and my partner combined.
I feel like I am being taken advantage of, is this a valid feeling or an overreaction? And what is the best way to communicate my feelings in either case?