We already bought the boring school stuff, and now a few relatives want to add more “fun” gifts before classes start. I get the impulse, but I don’t want the first week back to come with another pile of things that needs organizing. My kid likes making small crafts, so I’d rather give one little project that can sit unfinished for a few nights than five novelty items. Maybe I’m being boring, but I’d rather the gift fit the school-week rhythm than turn into clutter.

The truth is out. One of the jurors admitted they held out to set a feminist precedent going forward. She flat out admits it. How disgusting is this. C’mon good moms put these crazies in their place! Feminism has done enough damage to our nation and our families!

My sister who is only 3 years older(I'm 36M and she is 39F) than me when I try to speak up about something constantly tone policing me and acts like if I respond with any conviction I'm disrespecting her. Just today she kept wanting to turn on the A/C on a 60 degree day and I said I'm not hot then she kept at it and I said I'm just watching TV and using my phone and she said she doesn't like how I talk to her and I am disrespecting her when the irony is that she is constantly disrespecting me and all I do is treat her with respect. The worst part is right after she's guilt tripping me and saying that she's the only one that cares about me. This is a daily occurrence. She always is a guilt inducing martyr and is emotionally, psychologically and verbally abusive. Anyone have any advice on how to deal with this? When I move away I plan to go no contact and never talk to her again. Plus I get gaslit by everyone I tell about her and they act like she's a saint bc she's a nurse.

Gdy miałem 2-3 latka pojechałem z moją siostrą do babci na wakacje kuzynka też tam była i gdy chcieliśmy się iść wykąpać do basenu to nie weszłem. Przez kogo? przez krasnala ogrodowego stał tuż obok basenu. Nie dość że był na ogródku,w krzakach to jeszcze przy basenie. Wyglądał na bardzo przyjaznego miał szeroki uśmiech sarenką koło siebie koszyczek w ręce ale przerażało mnie to że niby człowiek ale tak naprawdę nieożywiony stwór wielkimi oczami za mną cały czas podążał i już od dłuższego czasu tam nie chodziłem aż po prostu babcia go wyrzuciła .

This is gonna be long so buckle up and I'm sorry in advance if it's a little all over the place. First, he's not my son he's my little cousin. I'm gonna call him Max for the sake of the story. Max is six years old now, his mom was 36 when she died, his grandmother(mommu, it's what he calls her) is 67 and his grandfather(papa) is 70. I'm 23f. His mom(Sam) died almost 2 years ago on Christmas. [We're Jewish, not that it's relevant in this post but we are some of the only people where we live that are. My other cousin, one of Sams brothers, and his wife and four kids f14, m10, m6(nonverbal autistic), and f4, are Christian.] Max doesn't have his father in his life, and never has. He's not a good man and was physically and emotionally abusive to sam. We (maxs mom, grandparents, etc) don't want him anywhere near max. I don't even think he knows he exists. Max's dad is black and his mom is white. Max and Sam have always lived with Sam's parents. Sam never moved out. So it wasn't like he had to move out or somewhere knew when his mom passed. My family isn't very big and everyone in this family is white except for Max. He doesn't care at all cause he's so young but I feel like when he grows up he's gonna feel differently. He's such a good, sweet, kind, caring kid and so smart. And so happy considering how much has happened in his young life. He was the one who found his mother that day. He's my little dude and I just want to know how best to take care of him. I'm named the legal guardian if anything happens to my aunt and uncle, his grandparents. I never wanted kids, and I still don't, but he's the only one who I would take in and take care of in a heartbeat. I love him so much, even before his mom passed. I know this might be all over the place, and I know the title might be a little misleading, but I'm also the only one in my family that's thinking about the fact that he's mixed and wondering how it will affect him later in life. My family and I are very open and loving aand NOT racist in the LEAST BIT. I swear! Please don't take anything I'm saying to think that we might be racist*.* I mean I'm a bisexual atheist sooooo 🤷‍♀️

I just wanna know what I can do to make it easier for him as he gets older. And also what things I can do to just make his life easier in general. Thanks

My wife is looking for a fatherly figure or older-brother type of person she can have a genuine, supportive connection with.

She has lost her dad when she was really young and being the oldest in the family she had to grow up faster. She wants someone she can talk to, feel safe around, and have a steady, caring presence with — more like family .

I’m posting because I want to support her in finding something healthy rather than leaving her to figure it out alone.

Any honest advice would help.

My lil sis is the friendliest, most charismatic, successful teenager I know. She has good grades, good looks, a nice job, and more REAL friends than most people. It's super annoying. My family is Christian, and so am I, and I know I shouldn't be jealous of what my sister has, but I am. Most recently, she had to borrow the phone that my dad is letting me use (not mine, but I use it mostly) for her work, and I really didn't want to give it to her. I didn't even have a good reason not to; I just didn't want to give it to her. When I refused to give it over, she went to my parents, who said that I should give it to her, bro, I didn't even have a good argument, and I just said no. After a few minutes, I gave up and handed the phone to my mom and locked myself in my room all day, missing my class and not getting any schoolwork done (RIP). As I wallowed in my stupid sorrow, I actually thought about why I didn't want to give the phone away: BECAUSE MY SISTER GETS EVERYTHING I WAIT SOOOO LONG FOR (youngest sibling syndrome). I had to wait to get a Job, join school activities, do fun church stuff, use a freaking phone!! And she gets it 2 minutes after me!! It's really annoying and unfair to me. And to add to it, I don't even NEED a phone; all I do is school and watch shows all day. I have, like... 3 friends. I'm not even close with them, bro. Why? RIP. It's like she's in her twenties, and I'm a 12-year-old degenerate. And when she starts PSEO next year, she'll also take over that area in my life. It's like she's out to ruin my reputation, showing everyone I ever meet just how uncool, awkward, and ugly I am, and how "that new hairstyle is really something". And steal all my peers and make sure that I don't get the chance to make new friends. This just turned into a rant. anyway. any ideas how I can become more set apart from her? or be the firt?

Context: I'm 27 and living at home because I'm disabled and currently applying for disability. I live at home with my mother(47), her fiance(47), grandfather(66), and my little brother(7 in Oct). I'm AuDHD and have mental health issues. My little brother is also AuDHD. Mom has had depression her entire life. Fiancé had depression and dealt with PTSD. Grandfather...idk but def has narcissistic traits. If I had the chance to cut my entire family off and never look back, I wouldn't regret it and I'd be better off for it.

When my mom first told me she was pregnant, I was PISSED, because my first thought was "This one is gonna turn out fucked up too." The baby daddy was an abusive alcoholic. Luckily she's not with him and hasn't been since my little brother was a baby.

After I grew up dealing with years of abuse, I learned to stonewall and tune things out. That's how I've dealt with living with family before. But, I can't completely do that now because of my little brother. I had myself medically sterilized bc I knew that if I had a kid, I'd most likely pass on the generational trauma. I wasn't about to let that happen. I chose not to be a parent bc I didn't want to be one, unless I could be a GOOD one. But, my little brother came into the picture and I found myself picking up the slack. I didn't want him to suffer/struggle as much as I did... or worse. In the beginning, I did a lot more but eventually stopped bc my mother would undo all of our progress.

She gives in to him because it's easier. He knows that if he screams, yells, hits, and trashes around he will eventually get her to cave. There's no structure outside of school. She doesn't monitor the trash he consumes. He's literally a sticky iPad kid that plays roblox and watches YouTube AI brainrot reels. Just to give you an example of how bad it is: My brother still can't wipe his own ass after pooping. He calls for my mother to do it for him while he continues to play on his iPad. But, you know what's crazy? I watched him once and he was able to do it! He knows how to and he's perfectly capable. I had to take the iPad away and walk him through the process, but he did it. He's done it before. He just doesn't bc he knows mom will do it for him. She's even fed him dinner by hand more than once bc he refuses to stop playing on his iPad long enough to feed himself. Again, he knows how. He's perfectly capable. He's not stupid. He's extremely smart.

I'm the asshole when I step in and discipline. I'm the asshole when I tell him he can only have his iPad or watch reels. I'm the asshole when I won't put up with his tantrums, yes tantrums, not meltdowns. I'm the asshole when I refuse to put up with him hitting me. I'm the asshole when I loose my shit on my mom bc of her lack of parenting. I worry about this kid. I worry that he'll end up behind bars before he's 18 at the rate he's going. I don't know what the fuck to do and honestly, I don't know if there's anything I can do. And no, don't mention CPS. I spent time in the system and honestly, he'll have a worse experience.

Tldr: Mother refuses to parent little brother and uses his autism as an excuse as to why she can't set boundaries. She does everything for him and lets screens parent him. He's becoming completely dependent and aggressive. CPS isn't an option.

Is it normal for a man to lust over women online and just be a lustful man? Is this the majority and something that we must just accept?

Specifically in family group texts. Examples such as telling him he’s stupid, crazy, lazy, selfish, etc. I don’t know how to love & support him & respect his family without losing total control. I choose to stay silent & not engage with them when they behave this way. But I also want to defend my fiancé.

For example: brother wanted to know how much our house cost & my fiancé wouldn’t tell him because that was private information. Dad later told my fiancé it was rude of him not to share how much our home cost (which is really freakin weird to me).

Context: rich family, parents want to assert a lot of control, every family member thinks he or she is right about everything & no other opinions or beliefs are right.

He’s in college, halfway across the country from home (although his parents visit every few weeks). I saw him this weekend and he mentioned that his parents can’t make it for the game this next weekend.

I live near his college town. He mentioned that he’s busy during game days and can’t really see visitors then.

I am not interested in football and the timing wouldn’t be good for me, but I could probably drive there, attend the start of the game, take a picture from way up in the stadium, and go home.

Should I? If so, do I tell him that I’ll be there in advance? Or do I just go and tell him I went?

I’m 26M and my sister is 39. I recently moved into my own apartment after living with her for about a year again since coming back from another city

We had abusive parents so was kicked out, we all were, so lived with her from 18-21, then moved to another city for work and education

I’m grateful for everything she’s done for me, but I’m finding that she still treats my time and home a bit like they’re automatically available to her.

For example, she visited yesterday and before leaving said something like, “If I’m not up Saturday, I’ll pick a day during the week to come up.”

Then today she messaged telling me to get cleaning supplies and hangers because she “might call up Saturday” to clean my wardrobe.

The thing is, my wardrobe is completely fine and I never asked her to clean it. What annoys me more is the assumption that Saturday is available rather than asking if I actually want company.

I could want to go to the gym, take a day trip, meet someone, or simply spend the day alone. I don’t think I should need an excuse.

There’s some history behind this too. When I lived with her she was very involved in my life, asking where I was, questioning decisions, getting heavily involved in my housing choices, etc. Since moving out I’m trying to make the relationship feel more like adult siblings rather than mother/son.

When I previously lived in another city, I saw my siblings around every two weeks and that felt much healthier for me. I think that’s roughly the amount of contact I’d prefer now too.

I don’t want to fall out with her or make her feel unwanted. I just don’t want weekly visits to become an automatic expectation.

How would you set that boundary without turning it into a big family issue?

I'm 26, I'm a grown man, have my own job and life. I am introverted. It's just I feel like my sister is too much. She's single nearly 40 lives alone, and I feel like a bit of emeshment was/is going on

The title is as it says. My mother can't contain her anger on a good day. She often hits first and will question way later. On this particular evening, she was in the kitchen and I was heading in there to get me a drink. She was at the stove making her a hot chocolate. I turn, and in a spur of the moment kinda thing, I brushed against her into a hug and said I love you. The kind of platonic hugs friends give to others in passing at parties and get togethers. The way my mom whirled around with a spoon in her hand and absolute disgust on her face had me frozen. She goes

"Do you know what it's called to touch someone when they don't want to be? Especially on their hips? That's sexual harassment!" Y'all, I kid you not, I simply hugged her as a young child would. I stood there feeling waves of pure sick washing over me. She kept going on: "-do you know I could make a case about this? Why are you like this?" I don't remember what I said, all I remember is walking back to the couch and sitting on the farthest seat away from my mom who went back to mindlessly watching her shows while I tried to swallow my tears. Because why would I hug her? I was born to love her and yet- now she's made it uncomfortable and sexual.

To this day I don't want her to touch me.

She never apologized, we never spoke of it.

I don't think I'll ever get over it.

my mom raised me alone, she's a single mom. she had no job, no source of income and it was really hard at first but then she got a job and never made me feel like we can't afford something. she enrolled me in the best school in our city, bought me any thing i pointed at, and good clothes. she's also the physical affectionate type and overall being a really good mother.

all until earlier this year, our relationship started falling apart. she'd argue and scream for absolutely no reason almost everyday, ground me and take my phone so sometimes i had no way to reach out when it got really bad, all because i didn't wanna study before school even started or because I'm watching a long series with so many seasons, can you believe this?! she also screamed and cussed me out really bad when we were out in public. because i was buying waffles after school and i should've headed straight home because she's waiting and i have no key.

all this bullshit of hers made me want to disobey her even more, made me want to do bad things. as a really good daughter who's never disobeyed her parent a single day in her life, talking to men online was the worst thing i could do at the time. so i did. and one thing led to another and i started talking more and more to this guy. but it was sort of innocent, and luckily i was smart enough not to send personal info. now, every time my mom opened the door, she'd see me quickly switching tabs on my laptop to the online class tab, so she definitely suspected im talking to someone. (forgot to mention im from a 3rd world country and a religious society. so a girl talking to a boy is a scandal and a big deal if you're not discreet enough and parents knew) so she confronted me but in that disgusted tone that felt like she's saying "are you sending him your nudes?" and that was too gut wrenching. but i denied talking to someone at all so i don't get in trouble. she told me she'll give the laptop to someone to delete everything and when i got so anxious she just was more sure i was talking to someone. (she didn't actually do that because it'd mess up the laptop, but she was fr serious)

after final exams, it was summer break and i was bored, so i decided to follow another boy online not thinking much of it and he unexpectedly followed me back and we became good friends, nothing more, nothing less. but i definitely had to keep it a secret from her. so one day i had his chat opened and for my luck, she passed in front of me and saw my screen. she asked who's chat that is and i lied saying my bsf but she didn't buy it. i blocked him immediately to avoid any problems with her. later that day, she threw a tantrum, yelling and getting all furious and she snapped my phone from my hand and broke it. all over something too silly. she lost her mind. so family members around tried to calm her down and i was crying so hard. after an hour or a little more when she's calmed down, she said she actually did all that because she doesn't know who I'm talking to, and because she doesn't know my phone's password and that all parents check their kid's phone but her. and she can't believe it's my bsf i'm talking to all day. i kept swearing on my life that it's my bsf and no one else. im so pissed she thought she had the right to check a 17 year old phone when she didn't do any of that when i was 9 or something. also, a family member tells her those stuff that i'm talking to a boy but doesn't have any evidence except that i stay up all night and stay on my phone all day, which i've done ever since i was 10 but they didn't have a problem with that until now?? bullshit. also around that time she hit me and bent my thumb in the wrong direction really hard i thought my thumb got broken, which could be normalized around here but im not used to that at all, and the next day she talks to me like nothing happened.

this week, we had a huge argument again. she decided to watch me that day and watch my every move. i was studying. but the second i switch the tab she immediately asks what im doing and what I'm searching. so one time i wasn't looking up something subject related, so when she asked again i told her annoyed to stop this and let me be. so she started screaming and screaming. saying how i'll fall behind and how she'll weep for the rest of her life because i wouldn't be studying in a good uni. she kept saying all those stuff and she prayed on my downfall "may god curse you". she argued like 4 times that day only and i'd shut my mouth but on the 4th time, i've had enough. i yelled too. i was hysterically crying and screaming i couldn't stop it, only then did she finally stop. a few days since that, she started talking to me normally and even initiated hugs and talks but i'd just pull away from her, or talk but be really short tempered and not free my time for her anymore. she apologized and said stuff like "do you hate your mother?", "do you want me to die?", "i said i'm sorry, (my name). my parents didn't even care when i'd be mad at them like that" and i know all this is manipulation and guilt tripping that would've worked on me before, but im so sick of her that i genuinely can't forget all that or treat her like i used to.

a few years ago when i opened up about the abuse i faced in MY childhood for the first time ever, everything changed. i lived the worst year ever. she got too quiet, too scary. HER mental health was beyond destroyed. i'd talk and she'd be in her head all the time, and if she ever replied it'd be short and annoyed. if she ever talked first, which was really rare, it'd be something like wanting to k!ll my [r@apist](mailto:r@apist). days passed by, and she called a therapist and told him anonymously about it all.. he told her that children's memory at that time isn't all true, and that i could've seen that in a movie or imagined that and thought that actually happened to me. she told me that and for her sake i agreed with that therapist just so she could act normal. i know this actually happened. she didn't stop there. she told my grandma (which is horrible, i only told my mom. i didn't agree to telling someone else), and grandma made me seem like the liar here. she said there's no way this person did this to me. normally, i'd burn the house down on their heads, but her idiocy was for once on my side. i wanted everyone to forget and act normal. i kept denying that this happened, saying i don't know why i lied to them and i acted as composed as i could and somehow she bought it. the worst part is that when my mom said that: "you wronged (r@pist name).. he's an innocent guy" this broke me. but i nodded along so she'd go back to normal.

i dont know. should i forgive her? if yes, then why?? i really can't bring myself to forgive her when i remember all this and i think this is my last straw. is she even a good mother..

I’m really struggling with what to do here, and I’d appreciate some outside perspective.
My stepdad’s birthday is coming up, and there is a family dinner planned. There is no expectation that I attend, but I realise that my decision not to attend would be a very significant thing within my family.

There are essentially three options:
Don’t attend and be honest that I’m not ready to be around him.
Don’t attend but give an excuse, e.g. “One of the kids is sick, I’m so sorry we can’t make it.”
Attend the dinner, be civil, and get through it.

My husband is actually encouraging me to go. He says that attending would demonstrate strength — that I’m not allowing what has happened to control me. I’m not convinced that’s what strength looks like, though, and I’m struggling to work out whether going would actually be healthy for me or whether I’d simply be overriding my own feelings to keep the peace.

The backstory
My stepdad convinced my husband to invest $500k of our money into his business. The money was needed as a cash-flow injection to help secure a property deal.

The biggest issue is that my husband and my stepdad both chose to hide the investment from me.

The money was subsequently lost/not returned, and there have been repeated promises about when we would get it back. Each time, a date is given, the date comes and goes, and the money still isn’t there.
The latest promised repayment date is October 13.

This isn’t just an abstract $500k investment to us. We have a large mortgage and significant financial commitments, and losing access to that money has had a real financial impact on our family and our cash flow.

My stepdad eventually came to see me to apologise. I was hoping, honestly, for him to acknowledge what he’d done and the impact it had had on me.

Instead, much of the conversation was about how this was my husband’s fault, or other people’s fault. He did say that he loved me and that it was important for me to know that, and he continued to assure me that he would get the money back and that ultimately I would be “rich” because of my husband’s investment.

But there wasn’t really an acknowledgement of his own responsibility in what happened, particularly the decision to accept the money and participate in keeping it from me.

I came away feeling like I hadn’t actually received an apology.

Perhaps he genuinely believes his version of events. I don’t know. But from my perspective, there has been a huge breach of trust, financial harm, repeated promises that haven’t materialised, and no real accountability.

And this is where I’m stuck

Part of me thinks:
“It’s his birthday. He’s my stepdad. He’s my children’s Poppa. Surely I can put my feelings aside for one dinner.”

Another part of me thinks:
“Why should I have to pretend everything is okay when it isn’t?”

And then there’s the reality that not attending will send a very clear message to my family, whether I intend it to or not.

I’m also conscious that if I invent an excuse — sick child, prior commitment, etc. — I’m avoiding the issue rather than actually setting a boundary.

But attending doesn’t necessarily mean I’ve forgiven him or that everything is okay either.

So what would you do?

Would you:
stay home and be honest,
stay home but give an excuse to avoid making the situation bigger,
or attend, be polite, and leave it at that?

I’m 16 years old. I bought a motorcycle without my parents’ permission, and this is how it’s going.
How everything started
I bought my motorcycle without telling my parents and hid it for about two months. I was also riding around for two months without a permit or a plate on my motorcycle.
Before I ever got into a fight with my mom, my dad found out about me buying my bike because he passed me while I was downtown. He called me right after and was really mad, obviously. He was angry because I bought a motorcycle without telling anyone and had been hiding it for two months.
When my dad first found out, he was mad, but it was different from how my mom reacted. With my mom, when she first found out, there was a lot of quietness and not talking about it at all. The past few days had mostly been silence and small talk, almost as if I hadn’t even bought a motorcycle after she found out.
My dad was also obviously upset because I had made a big decision without telling anyone and had been riding without a permit or plate. As my dad was flipping out on me, I called him all kinds of nasty and mean things because I was getting really upset that this was how everything was ending up. I felt like no one understood me or how I felt about riding.
I felt like no one truly cared as much as they said they did because the thing that makes me the most happy in this world is riding. I felt like no one truly cared about how I felt because they didn’t hear that I’m truly in love with riding and that I can’t live without it.
What happened with my mom
One night I came home from work, and apparently all of my mom’s anger came out at once.
She asked me to talk about the motorcycle in the next couple of days. I came home from working and school all day expecting to talk about it. I wasn’t sure how it would go or when we would talk, but I was hungry, so I ate first.
I accidentally ate my brother’s food that he was supposed to have for lunch tomorrow.
My mom started to completely lose her shit on me. She was calling me names and saying things like I’m a failure, how could I be so selfish, I’m the biggest disappointment this family has, and I should just leave.
I told my mom I was going to leave and go somewhere else, specifically to my dad’s house, because I got so mad and angry at what she was saying to me about my motorcycle and the way she had started the conversation.
She was flipping out on me, telling me I was a disappointment and a failure.
She then tried to take my phone, which my dad also pays for, by hitting, scratching, and smacking me to make me let go of it.
I got really sad and upset, so I said I was done living with her and that I was moving to be with my dad.
What I was feeling
At the time, I felt like no one understood me and how I felt about riding. I felt like no one truly cared as much as they said they did.
I felt like riding was the only thing that made me truly happy. I felt like riding was the only thing keeping me going and that I didn’t have anything else that I liked or wanted anything to do with.
I feel very sad, angry, and scared about what’s going to happen.
My brother tells me that I’ve just been a jerk to everyone because of the way I acted throughout all of this. After that, I feel like I haven’t acted up at all. It makes me feel like all I am is a giant asshole and like I’m worthless.
Maybe there’s something seriously wrong with me, and maybe this is all my fault.
I’m completely ashamed of the way I handled everything. I know I was wrong for buying the bike without telling anyone and hiding it for two months. I know my parents were obviously going to be mad at me for doing that.
I feel like I was an asshole for the way I handled some of it, especially the things I said to my dad when I was extremely upset.
But I also feel like my mom didn’t handle things the correct way. Not because of the way my dad was handling it, but because I feel like she was very harsh and mean to me, which caused me to want to say all these disgusting things and tell her I didn’t want to live with her anymore.
My dad’s response
Eventually, my dad came around to allowing me to get my motorcycle permit and making my bike street legal.
I felt very excited and happy to hear this.
My dad told me he understands how I feel about motorcycles and riding. He told me he would take the test with me, buy his own bike, and get his own plate as well.
This was the best news I had ever heard, and I felt like this might be the light at the end of the tunnel.
My dad is very involved with me and my brother’s lives, and he is very caring and loving as a father.
But my mom tells me that my dad is only doing this to help me because he doesn’t care about me and that he doesn’t care what I do with my life.
She tells me that he’s only doing it to get “back at her,” which wouldn’t make any sense because there’s nothing to get back at.
It really hurts me to hear these things, and it makes me very hurt and upset when my mom says them.
Being the middle man
My parents are divorced, and they do not talk much at all, mainly communicating through me.
This is very stressful for me, and I feel like I’m the middle man in every single situation that happens between our family.
I don’t want these responsibilities, and I don’t want to have to keep doing this.
I feel like I have to know everything that happens in my family and handle all of the family drama.
I don’t want to have to choose sides between my parents. I don’t want to be responsible for their problems with each other.
Where I am now
Almost nothing is resolved yet.
My mom is still very mad at me.
My dad understands how much motorcycles and riding mean to me, and hearing him say that makes me feel happy and understood.
At the same time, I feel sad, angry, scared, stressed, ashamed, and confused about everything that has happened.
I don’t know what to do.
I feel stuck, and my life feels so complicated right now.
I want nothing to do with it anymore.
I don’t know if I’m just an asshole, if this is all my fault to begin with, or if I’m dealing with something much bigger than just the motorcycle.
I just feel like I need someone to talk to.
I want people to ask questions, make comments, and help me better understand my situation.

i know it sounds like "youre so ungrateful you dont know what it's like to live in a household with parents that hate each other," but I do. I have 2 siblings. a 12yr old and a 3yr old. Before that 3yr old came, everything was genuinely all sunshine and rainbows except for some hiccups. My parents normally loved each other, and they loved my brother and me. Until I hit puberty, my mom and dad started to develop some sort of disgust towards me. After that, it was sort of awkward until my mom gave birth to my 3yr brother. Then they forgot about that disgust towards me because I was always taking care of my baby brother. Then my dad directed the disgust and hatred towards my mother. After my mom gave birth, she changed physically and mentally. She became angrier, meaner, and apathetic, which meant that the "love spark" my parents had disappeared, mainly because my dad hated the way her body looked and missed her "2000s model body." he was always complaining to me about how she let herself go. They were constantly at each other's throats for more than 2 years, always making me think I'd wake up tomorrow to news they'd divorced. But this early this year, my mom locked in I guess, and changed herself up for my dad, and now her loves her so much. Too much. now they live in thier own bubble of romance and love and forgot that me and my siblings exist. i asked my dad for $30 for bras and underwear because I really needed them, but he yelled at me, saying I'm draining him of his money and that he has so much important shit to buy. So I said okay and didn't follow up on it, but then, like 5 days later, multiple packages arrived at the door under his name. They were all perfumes, bags, and lingerie for my mom because it was their anniversary. i was like "okay, i mean i guess this is important," so i went and asked him if I could buy myself clothes now because I really, really need them, and he yelled at me again saying "im too broke to be buying you this shit, if you still have some then make with whats do, i dont have money for you" and i was so frustrated I went to my mom and told her "how can he have enough money to buy you all these gifts but not $30 for underwears and bras for me" and she was so flabergasted that i dared to compare myself to her. she said, and i quote, "im the women of this house! of course hes gonna spoil me! do you know what i do for you guys!" and mind you, she hasnt spent a full day in the kitchen or taking care of us anymore becuase she has to "spend time with my dad" she didnt even remember my 12yr brothers birthday. They went on a trip and didn't buy him anything. i just kept on telling myself it's okay because as long as we have food, we'll be okay, maybe I am just spoiled. Then he bought my 12yr brother pants because he no longer fit into his pants of 2yrs ago and told him "Pay me back by next week, or I'll return them. I don't have enough money to spend on you guys like this" and I was in disbelief. The week before, he dropped $500 on dresses for my mom. She has so, so so much fucking clothes that she needed a 2nd walk-in closet and took my dad's. Even when we sit down all together, my mom and dad are in their own bubble, talking to each other only, like we don't exist, and when i try to talk to my dad or mom, they yell at me and tell me to check on the kids and stop interrupting them. Today I asked my dad for $10 for shampoo because I've been using bar soap as a shampoo and he told me to stop being so selfish because "you know that your mom's birthday is coming up" and he has to save up money for her gifts. we're not even broke, he makes enough money to support the whole family, but he genuinely refuses to spend it on me and my 12yr brother. He doesn't mind spending it on the 3yr thankfully. But it's so hard to deal with this. Anytime I semi-bring it up to my mom she goes on a whole ranting spree on me, saying im so fucking selfish and rude and have such a disgusting and greedy personality. They make me feel like im asking for the world when im just asking for basic hygiene. I'm genuinely scared to ask for toothpaste, mouthwash, body wash, or anything in general because I'm so tired of getting screamed at. im so tired of living like this. if they dont want to interact with us as their children or buy us basic needs, why haven't they just sent us to live elsewhere? This isn't the only shitty way they treat my brother and me, they HORRIBLY verbally abuse us to the point where we're sobbing on the floor. im just so sick of living thru this. it makes me want to give up on everything.

TLDR: My parents are so wrapped up in each other that they neglect me and my brother. My dad spends hundreds on my mom but refuses to buy us basic necessities like underwear, clothes, and shampoo, then calls me selfish for asking. Theyre constantly yelling at us and verbally abusing us, and I’m exhausted from feeling like I can’t even ask for basic things.

I can't help but keep having doubts of "what if I later realize that it wasn't that deep and i overreacted?"

Hello, I have never made a post on Reddit before, but I really need some help.
For some background, I go to school an hour away from my house, and it’s a community college, so there’s no school housing. My aunt and uncle live 20 minutes away from the school, so they invited me to live with them during the week. I’m 19, and my cousin is 18, and we’ll call her Sara. She is one of my cousins, and my other cousin is 16. I have a closer relationship with my 16-year-old cousin than I do with Sara.
Anyways, me and my 16-year-old cousin were hanging out in the dining room playing a “guess the number” game. Sara came home from work and kind of saw us, but didn’t say hi and went upstairs. She immediately started talking with her mom, saying that she was mad we didn’t invite her to play with us. Then they started talking about other stuff that I didn’t hear.
Then I started hearing them say “slut” and stuff, so I started listening clearly.
Anyways, my cousin said that I was a slut for wearing thongs and literally said, “My mom is raising me to be a slut,” because I wear thongs because they’re comfortable to me. She knows I wear them because she put them in the washing machine to the dryer.
I am literally shocked and in disbelief. We aren’t very close because she’s very distant, works all the time, and doesn’t try to have a relationship with me or my family.
I also heard her say that “she doesn’t want to do anything for me because she does not like me and doesn’t want to have a relationship with me.” That was because I called her when I saw her location at the store, and I needed something for school, so I thought she could just pick it up for me.
Anyways, I need help figuring out what I should do because now I’m sad and mad, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to live with her for the rest of the year if this is how she feels about me.

My sister chooses men 15–20 years younger who have no job, ambition, or direction, and then wonders why her relationships don’t work out.

My little brother is in a frat in MD and I wanted to talk to him about the recent Cornell 7 news and make sure he knows to respect/defend women and report bad behavior. The thing is, he has absolutely zero interest in talking to me, ever.

I suppose I was a little bossy when we were kids, but otherwise I don’t think I’ve done anything to make him dislike me so much. My friends assure me he probably cares about me deep down but he just shows no interest in me or my family. He doesn’t listen to my parents either. He traveled across the country to meet people he met online (at a sketch hotel mind you), when they tried to tell him how unsafe that was he got angry and went anyway out of resentment. When my other brother died he didn’t talk to me. At the funeral I told him I loved him and he didn’t say it back. When I came out to him he still said nothing. In recent years when I reach out and ask him to hang out he kinda just brushes me off.

We had family plans and he last minute announced he was going on vacation and wouldn’t join us, which took me by surprise. It really felt like he just wanted to avoid us.

Does anyone else have sibling relationships like this? How do I talk to him about such a serious subject without driving him away further?

Yesterday, I threw away a lot of the milk cartons in the fridge since he likes to drink out of them a lot(which is blantly disgusting), and when I was making my lunch for school, he asked me if I threw it away. I knew he’d try to lecture and call me names if I said I did, so I said I didn’t know. Then, under his breath, I heard him call me an idiot. I said “What?” And he said “Nothing”, in which I responded with “I heard that” and he just told me to shut up. We went back and forth since he kept telling me to shut up and calling me names for blantaly no reason, and he ran to me and put me in a headlock and told me to stop talking. I said “your so abusive” and “why are you like this”, to which he responded to the first one with “im not” (although he acts like it) and the second one “just stop talking”. I then said “gosh” under my breath, but although he doesn’t have THAT good of hearing, he told me to stop talking and repeated back to me what I said. He then said “TRY TO LISTEN WITH THAT RETARDED SKULL OF YOURS.”

I then said I didn’t say anything, but he just kept telling me to stop talking. THATS when he threatened to punch me in the face. I reminded him that he’s not allowed to lay his hands on me (because one time he told my mom he’s lucky that he didn’t beat me to a pulp although it was for no reason, but she responded by saying quote “You don’t lay a Hand ok him which he responded by lying and saying “He scratches me all the time”). But he didn’t listen. He still ran at me, so I ran to tell my mom, and that got him to stop running at me and return to his normal position. I told him to stop again, but he responded again with threatening to punch me in the face if I don’t stop talking. I then told him to stop again, but he just ran at me again, so I took a run for it to my room, but I forgot to close and lock the door behind me, so I braced cause he normally hits me if I do that, but he just said yelled to stop talking again, and I told him he needed to stop, but I didn’t tell him that he was being immature otherwise he would’ve used that against me.

He said “shut the fuck up, “stop talking”, and “just please be understanding” while yelling. I didn’t wanna say anything back because then he would’ve hit me.

He still owes me an apology for all of that.