I have a close relative (Later referred to as Caregiver) that moved from several states away, due to a disgruntled living situation. The arrangement was, this relative move up here to live with our grandfather, and she would help us take care of him in exchange for housing.

2 months into said arrangement, grandfather mysteriously “falls” and breaks his shoulder. From the location he had fallen, I asked Caregiver if they pushed him, or if he fell. They claimed he fell, to which he agreed. He ends up in the hospital for a couple weeks.

Caretaker spends a few months complaining about caring for grandfather, sending me several messages stating how they couldn’t handle the areabgement etc. and they were “going to run away”. Even expected me to drop my whole family to pick up what they weren’t able to handle.

Another family member (one of grandfathers children) who was grandfathers MPOA had a psychotic break due to the new arrangement, and ended up being committed for 6 months.

2 months after commitment, the Caregivers children were coming to visit for a couple weeks. All of a sudden, grandfather is “in the nursing home for physical therapy/Respit Care”.

I suspected wrongdoing, I notified all of the appropriate authoritative figures (to which I have extensive proof). Then, suddenly I was no longer to contact the nursing home he was in.

Fast forward to 12 months later, he passed away at a hospital, 12 months nearly to the date that he was ripped from his home - never to return again.

This Caregiver conspired with another family member for months to get my grandfather out of his home so that the Caregiver could finally have a place of their own with their bastard child.

This isn’t a jealousy post. This is a “I’ve told everyone before it happened, this could’ve been stopped, my grandfathers home and all of his belongings were taken & he was denied all of his final wishes”. My family is incredibly predictable and I saw this coming YEARS ago.

Grandfathers child, who was the listed MPOA, was left everything in the will. The other child of grandfathers refuses to believe the will is valid - even have proof of that to which was before he died.

I hope someone seees this and can help me. I’ve lived a whole ass nightmare for 3 years and watched my entire world crumble into millions of pieces. The judicial system could give a shit less.

I just came from an author’s book talk in a community hall.  The hall had several entrances, including at the front (where the presentation was), but it was completely available to enter unobtrusively.   The book was meticulously researched non-fiction and the author an expert in the field. Let’s say it was about “agony” and “agonizing” (it wasn’t).  Before the talk began, the moderator asked everyone to silence their phones and announced that there would be no questions during the talk, but rather a question and answer period after the talk.  At the beginning of the talk, the author explained the meaning of “agonizing” and the slides often had at their title the name of an important historical agonizer, e.g. John Doe, agonizer.

A few stragglers came in late, kept to the side of the room directly after the door and unobtrusively found a seat. About 10 minutes into the talk a woman walked in, walked directly behind the speaker in front of the projected slides, and then to the other side of the room, making her way into the center of the second row (again, there were other seating options that would have been less disruptive). She then took out a notebook and a pen and raised her hand and asked what an agonizer was. To the speaker’s credit the answer she received was that the speaker would take questions at the end of the talk and had already explained what an agonizer was—but then very briefly and graciously defined it.  The woman then took out her phone and started texting—in the middle of the second row in full view of the speaker.  I just can't wrap my head around the way some people think.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-me-recover-from-an-expensive-vacation?qid=1e29af1d0349730fe9954cf5ea7ff5d0&cp_src=m

“ I went on vacation to make memories… and apparently my bank account decided to stay there.
Between the flights, food, activities, transportation, and all those little “I’m on vacation, why not?” purchases, I came home with great memories and a checking account that needs its own GoFundMe.”

When I used to get a 6 figure salary. I feel I was treated differently compared to now when I'm jobless.

Many things have changed, one such situation happened just now, someone in the family gifted perfumes/electronics/watches to all my cousins & got me a tshirts.

I'm trying to convince myself, don't overthink, it's not about money, they got a gift, I must appreciate that.

But my other self says, I can see the difference in the price that they spend on me.

I believe I never show that to anyone anytime.

Not sure why I'm feeling low, maybe bcoz, I am overthinking?

A bit of a vent post because I’m pissed

So i live in nyc and recently there’s been a huge issue with bikers, they don’t follow traffic rules and can and have been dangerous for pedestrians and I’m so over it, especially the e-bikes.

So this event happened on 9th ave, if you arnt from the city ill explain the set up, 9th ave has the sidewalk, then a walk way for pedestrians on the street and next to that is a bike path, then the road. Its a great system that in theory should for so well.

The problem? The bikers think this new walk way is for them and the side walk is also for them. So what’s the point of a bike path if you still have idiots not using it?

Anyway here’s the incident, i was walking out of a store today and as soon as i had both feet on the sidewalk, had just let go of the door, i was hit by a man on the bike. On the sidewalk. Not even the new walkway on the street, but the tiny, uneven sidewalk. It was in the afternoon where there’s tons of foot traffic and this man’s riding his bike on the sidewalk.

Also bikers are supposed to follow traffic laws, ninth ave heads southbound, so maybe this moron decided that since he was heading northbound he’d just do it on the very crowded sidewalk.

Huh?

Anyway dude hits me and we both go down, he’s pissed, I’m pissed, the other people walking who had to move out of the way are pissed.

He had no helmet on, because of course he didn’t, and he honestly took a worse tumble than me. So this guy gets all up in my face and tells me to watch where I’m going.

To watch where IM going!?

I flip out on him, we go back and forth and then he pulls out his phone to start recording me.

He ended up getting spooked when everyone and their mother started screaming at him and rode of, this time not on the sidewalk, but the walkway, where people had to jump out of his way.

So yes, a man doing everything wrong on his bike hit me, and then tried to play victim. I just don’t understand the thought process of these morons.

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. This situation was bizarre and happened when I worked in attractions. It was a late fall evening and it was dark out. We stayed open for extended hours. Occasionally, the park stayed open a few extra hours for shareholders or Rat Planet hotel and affiliated hotel guests. On that particular night, it was for hotel guests. Regular guests left at the normal closing time while hotel guests used their room keys to access after hour attractions, stores and restaurants. The fast pass machines were even set to only recognize Rat Planet and affiliated hotel keys.

Due to it being really slow, I was placed alone as Line Greeter. The stand-by line was closed via chain and only the fast pass and single rider lines remained open. A family approached me consisting of a Dad, mom, a small child and a very young infant in a stroller. The woman looked frantic as she approached and asked about a rider swap. A rider swap was a fast pass ticket given to a parent waiting with a young child or disabled person while the rest of their party entered the attraction. The swap allowed them to bypass a long wait once it was their time to ride. Before answering her, I politely asked to see their room key.

We were instructed to ask this as ONLY Rat Planet hotel guests were allowed to access anything after hours. The woman became instantly irate demanding to know what I was talking about. I explained to her that only hotel guests could access the ride and that I needed to see a hotel room key to verify before entry. The woman then turned red, started shaking in anger and started yelling. This all happened in a minute's time. I was taken aback and couldn't respond. Her husband just stared at us apprehensively, clinching the baby stroller extremely tight with one hand while holding the young child's hand with the other.

The little kid looked scared as she screamed about not understanding what I was talking about? Why did I need to see anything and why she couldn't just be let in? She was so unreasonably hostile and angry. I felt that something was wrong with her as the situation didn't require all that extraness. I remained calm and polite which made her more hostile. She screamed that they had obtained a fast pass earlier and she threw it at me. It was a thin piece of thermal paper that didn't go far and just floated down. The pass landed on the ground and we both just stared at it for a few seconds before she started yelling again about speaking to a manager. I called over the walkie talkie and a coordinator came out.

The woman told her I had been rude and disrespectful. This was false and her husband just looked down and remained quiet even when she looked at him for backup. My coordinator asked what I had done? She screamed that I wouldn't let them in and kept asking for verification. My coordinator explained I did what I was supposed to do and that she would need to produce her hotel room key before entrance. The woman angrily unzipped her bag and shoved a Rat Planet hotel key at my coordinator. I looked at the woman briefly and she became hostile again screaming that I was looking at her crazy. My coordinator told her I was just standing there and asked if she wanted to enter or not.

She went over, whispered aggressively to her husband before snatching the little kid and storming past me through the line. My coordinator had walked away by that point leaving me alone with the woman and then her husband who stood to the side refusing to make eye contact. Listen, I have a degree in psychology and can recognize "signs" of instability. It would be extremely unethical to diagnose someone not under my care. However, one doesn't need to be a professional to understand that something was seriously wrong. I couldn't be angry with her because she seemed unstable. Her infant was very young, too young in my opinion to be at a park but that's not my business. I thought maybe she was dealing with after birth hormonal imbalance. Her husband seemed defeated and her young child frightened. It was such a weird and uncomfortable situation.

Bought an upright piano off marketplace back in March for around $340 and drove nearly two hours with a rented trailer to get it. The seller was a guy in his 60s clearing out his late wifes stuff. Almost a month later i get a message from a woman saying she's his daughter. Apparently the piano was "promised" to her and her dad had no right to sell it, so she needs me to bring it back. Not sell it back. Bring it back, for free, because its a family heirloom.

I offered to sell it back for what i paid plus the trailer rental and she lost it, called me a thief and said shes calling the police. Her dad texted yesterday apologizing, said she hasnt spoken to him in years. Still getting messages from new accounts tho, so idk, block everything or what.

Note: I'm obviously using fake names and ages mentioned were how old we were at the time.

Back in 2016, I [21F] was living in NYC, sharing an apartment with two roommates who I'll call Prudence [F25] and Sandra [F21].

Sandra was from Australia, here on a student visa and both Sandra and I were both studying at the NYFA.

Prudence was from Louisiana, she was home-schooled and her parents allowed her to go to college and study optometry here in NYC.

Prudence as mentioned was homeschooled, came from this very Evangelical family and only when she was 24 did her parents allow her to go to college. Prudence said she chose to go to college here in NYC because she did want to experience living somewhere "different" but I suspect it's also because she wanted to keep distance from herself and her controlling parents.

However as to why her parents allowed her to go to NYC is beyond me and I never asked.

For more context, Prudence's parents were again, very "traditional" Evangelicals and her parents raised her and her siblings on the writings of James Dobson. For those who don't know, Dobson was this guy who advocated for parents to beat their kids as a form of discipline and believed it was a parents right to "mold" their children in their own image.

I only know this because one time, when I had a pregnancy scare and was talking about it with Sandra and my sister in our living room, Prudence offered me some books by James Dobson and basically said that her parents raised her on his writings so to her that's what parenting is. Turns out I wasn't pregnant btw but yeah, if I were then I'm not taking those books and I would have raised my kid my own way.

Additionally, as a condition of allowing Prudence to move to NYC, her parents required her to give weekly updates of how she is and what she's been doing up in NY and she was expected to live by their house rules even though she was 1300 miles away.

For contrast, I am quite frankly a leftist, I am Jewish but I don't really adhere to religious laws. Case in point, despite it being against the Torah (and Christian Bible), not only do I have tattoos all over my body, I also now work as a tattoo artist. As for Sandra, she's a liberal, fan of Glee and Taylor Swift, Sandra and I both support LGBTQ rights, with Sandra having a pride flag in her room as she (like me) is bi, and unlike Prudence, both Sandra and I grew up with parents who actually did see us as individuals, with our own personalities, free to make our own decisions and independent off, hence not extensions of our respective parents.

Anyway, one day Prudence told Sandra and I that her parents were going to be visiting NYC for a couple of days (she actually meant 8 days but didn't specify that until after Sandra and I agreed) to meet with relatives and lawyers, and she asked if her parents can stay at our place as they didn't want to pay for a hotel.

Not thinking anything off it at the time, we agreed, and Prudence asked Sandra if she could borrow her sleeping bag as, Prudence's parents would be occupying her bed and she'd be sleeping on the floor. We were like w-tf but yeah, Sandra lent her the sleeping bag.

Anyway, so Thursday evening came along and Prudence's parents arrived. I was home, but Sandra was out with her friends. First night, I was cordial and friendly as Prudence introduced me to them but they seemed taken aback with the fact I have piercings on my face and tattoos on my arm and neck.

Sandra got home a couple hours later and for Sandra and I, the night was mostly uneventful but we could vaguely hear from Prudence's room, her parents lecturing her about influences, how much they invested in her and other words to that effect.

Later on Friday evening, my then boyfriend Eric [28M] and I were just in the living room watching TV and eating takeout, Sandra was in her room and Prudence's parents returned to the apartment.

Prudence's parents demanded to know why my boyfriend was in our apartment and I told them "because he's my boyfriend". They then asked me things like if it was normal for us to have boys over (I answered yes), they asked if my parents know about this (also yes as they've met Eric) and other stuff asking how Sandra and I behave around Prudence.

They then started asking about Prudence's personal life, asking if she has a boyfriend, who her friends are, what she does, etc. I just told them that Prudence's personal life is her business, not mine.

Anyway, the next couple days later, Sunday afternoon, Prudence was out with her grandparents who were also visiting NYC (but fortunately not staying with us), Sandra was also out and I was just in my room, laying in bed, eyes closed, headphones on and listening to music when I felt someone shake my shoulder.

I opened my eyes shocked to see Prudence's dad staring at me and both of them (Prudence's parents) in my room. I asked them WTF were they doing in my room and they told me they wanted to speak with me and Sandra about our behavior.

Turns out they don't bother knocking on doors in their house as... idk... they just don't.

I was annoyed and pissed but I put on my shirt to cover myself and agreed to listen to them. Fck I didn't even know they were home. I assumed they went out somewhere.

Prudence's mom then asked when Sandra would be home and I just responded "fuck if I know" which apparently pissed them off as Prudence's dad told me to watch my language, and I had to remind them I'm not their daughter and if my own parents can't tell me what to do, what makes them think I'll listen to them.

I then asked them what it was they wanted to talk about and they went on what seemed to be this pre-prepared speech saying things along the lines of "We spent years creating an environment where our kids are steeped in faith... raising them with our values... and you may not realize it but we worry that you and Sandra are setting bad examples and are undermining everything we've built up to this point".

They then cut to the chase and said that while Sandra and I left the apartment on Friday to go to class, they looked into our rooms. They didn't like how Sandra had Glee merch and a pride flag in her room, they didn't like that I had a mezuzah on the doorway and a menorah in the living room (I'm not really all that religious but my faith is still important to me at a personal level), they said they were concerned that I had a Bernie Sanders shirt (which definitely meant they went through my closet), they didn't like how I had boys over (meaning Eric), a pregnancy test in Sandra's trash can and basically, they reiterated that they felt that me and Sandra living the way we were was setting a bad influence on Prudence.

Prudence's dad then handed me a written list (which they apparently put copies off on our fridge and in Sandra's room) which he called house rules that Prudence and their other kids grew up with. He said that as long as Prudence is living with us, I needed to abide by their house rules so as to not set a bad example.

Rather than just snap at them, I took a deep breath and told them "Prudence is a long way away from Louisiana, she's nowhere near the Bible Belt, she's living here in NYC and she goes to college with far more liberal and open minded people". I then asked them how exactly to they intend to shield Prudence from what they just called "degeneracy" and "bad influences" while she lives here. It's not like they can control the behavior of the 9 million in NYC.

I then reminded them that, again, I wasn't their daughter, how I behave in my own apartment is none of their business and I just grabbed my pants and stuff and left the apartment to go for a walk because I just really needed to leave before I started cussing them out. I also called Sandra and told her of how Prudence's parents went through our stuff.

They tried having the same conversation with Sandra who basically told them what I just told them earlier as well. Sandra was mentally prepared for it as I did give her a heads up.

So Prudence's parents continued to stay with us until Friday, but during the rest of their stay, Sandra and I kept our doors locked. When Sandra found time to speak with Prudence alone, she did bring up to her what her parents did, Prudence apologized for their behavior but also wasn't in a position to just stand up to them herself and the next few days living with Prudence's parents was still mildly tense.

Prudence's parents then had her move out of our apartment a few months later, instead having her stay with a like-minded family friend in Queens. Generally, she was an okay person and yes, while she did share a lot of her parents beliefs, she knew and respected others enough not to try and impose it on them.

Prudence doesn't have social media as her parents won't allow her to have one (hence if ever we needed to contact her, it'd only be through email or phone). However despite this, Prudence's dad does have Instagram and that's kinda why I'm writing this now.

I didn't realize it earlier but turns out he has been following me on Instagram, liking my photos. However, I only realized it was him when he sent me a DM offering to Venmo me for videos of myself.

Only then did I actually look at his profile and realize it was Prudence's dad so I blocked him.

Yeah, I know a cliche, but this is just too good so bear with me.

We rented a house for ten years and the neighbor woman was just rude and mean. She called the cops she over stupid stuff for years (got this from neighbors and the landlord). Anyway, she hated us from the beginning. Not really sure why. Landlord said she hates everyone.

So, today is moving day. The movers are there loading away. The front of the truck was blocking her drive, but we didn't think anything of it because she works a lot and is rarely home. It was only a couple hours. Well, she turned the corner and didnt ask anyone to move. She just called the sheriff. Deputy comes out and neighbor demanded the mover leave, get smaller trucks and load the trailer elsewhere. Mind you, they are nearly done loading at this point. The deputy shut her down of course. Half the neighborhood was out there laughing at the woman and she kept making demands. I figured she would be cheering if she saw the movers. Nope!

I would have just parked down the street. We have all done it for movers or work trucks. 🤷

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. This situation was crazy and happened when I worked in attractions. One day, during a busy period I was Load 1, the person that placed wheelchair riders or the occasional celebrity on the ride. Everything was running smoothly when we all started smelling burning rubber and then the place started slowly filling with smoke. Obviously, we shutdown the ride, started our spiels, and started evacuating the guests. Two managers hurried down to assist.

The managers along with myself and a few others handed out "One Day Free Admission Cards" to the guests. The card allowed them to re-enter the parks for one day without pay. Most guests were satisfied but quite a few weren't. Some said that it was their last day or that it was the only day they could visit that particular park. Some said that they literally came just for our attraction. All we could do was apologize and direct them to Guest Services. The place continued to fill with smoke so the sliding doors were opened to help air the place out. Maintenance came in a hurry and pulled the offending ride. It's tire had gone bad and started burning.

A few people approached me angrily and started a barrage of stupid questions. The lead guy asked,

Man: Why are we being kicked out?!

Me looking around incredulously: Sir, don't you see and smell the smoke?

Man: Yeah, so?!

Me: Obviously there's an issue and it's no longer safe to be in here. The ride is down...😐

Man: Well how long will this take?! 😡

Before I could respond one of my managers sprinted over and told me to hand out passes to others. I don't know what he said to the people but they eventually left. My manager approached me and reprimanded me.

Manager: OP, you can't just say what you said how you said it...

Me: You mean the obvious truth?

Manager: You have to say there is a technical issue and not be so blunt.

Me: (Manager's name) the place is filled with smoke. It's obvious something wrong has happened.

My manager then reminded me it's our job to keep the magic even if it meant lying to guests and regardless if the place is on fire or not. To stay magical we were to gaslight the guests and ourselves. Everything is okay and normal, just magical special effects I guess... 😒 The guests questions were obtuse and the expectation that we should pretend nothing was happening and keep smiling was also ridiculous.

Just an observation and an opinion, and not defamation.

In a certain mall of the country named after being the mall of the country, there is a very dubious camaraderie among nationalities towards their people that is causing difficulties for everyone else. This may be a nation wide problem, or just within a region, not sure. I have only experienced this within this particular mall.

Weekends tend to get busy and that's when we used to go as well. Lunch and groceries.

Lunch 1st. Food court is packed.. you spend atleast 30 mins if not an hour to find a place to sit. To add to that people of a certain group, who are one of the top ethnic majority here, sit at the table long after they are done eating and wait. What are they waiting for? Other people of their nationality. They only give up their tables for their own. Then you are waiting and waiting and end up sharing your table with rest of the leftovers.

Then you head to the hypermarket for groceries. You get all your veg and you add yourself to a long queue of people waiting to get the veg weighed. In front of you is someone whose first language is a dialect of language of the country who proceeds to allow 3 other people to cut the line in front of them and no one dares question them because of them being perceived as a superior race. If you question them you are shut down. The attendant doesn't refuse service. Everyone complies.

It's getting on my nerve so I am posting this. It is just plain annoying and waste of my time.

A few years ago my neighbor decided that she was over moving her bins from the curb to her house so she would just constantly leave it at the curb. Rain, sleet, or snow it stayed at the curb whether it got knocked over by the wind or stuck in a snow bank. Her nextdoor neighbor brought it to her house for her once and I saw her ass get visibly pissed as she brought it back to the curb yelling "I wish people wouldn't touch my shit". I live in a neighborhood full of mainly rentals so as new people moved in they started copying her to so eventually our neighbor down the street called the city code enforcement and they starting issuing tickets.

I happened to be outside as the city code enforcement officer was placing a sticker on her garbage can and she ran outside screeching "please don't give me a ticket I'm just a single mom" and the lady who was writing the ticket said "and so am I" and just kept writing LMFAO.

I honestly don't even know where to begin because there's so much history behind this, and I feel like I need to explain the context for people to understand why something that might seem like a small argument has affected me so much.

I'm the elder sister, and my relationship with my younger sister has become incredibly difficult. I genuinely feel like she's one of the hardest people I've ever had to deal with.

She's someone who needs things her way, gets offended very easily, snaps at people, and struggles to accept criticism. Whenever I try to bring up something she's done that has hurt me, the conversation somehow turns into an argument about my behaviour, my attitude, or how disrespectful I'm being. Old arguments that we supposedly resolved get brought up again and again, and disagreements that should last a few minutes can turn into hours of fighting.

If I don't agree with her or give in, the argument just continues. Most of the time, I'm the one who ends up walking away or compromising because I'm exhausted and just want some peace.

Our relationship wasn't always this bad. I used to live in a hostel and would only come home occasionally, so maybe the distance made things easier. Currently, I'm back home waiting for my job onboarding to begin, and living together has made me realise just how difficult our relationship has become.

One thing that particularly hurts me is how one-sided our relationship feels.

I've helped her with college exam forms, payments, guidance, and decisions about colleges. When she wanted an honest review of a college, I personally searched for students on LinkedIn, contacted them, and asked about their experiences so she could make an informed decision.

I've done these things because she's my sister and I wanted to help her. I've never kept a record of my help or brought it up to make her feel indebted to me.

Whenever she benefits from something I've done, she's sweet, appreciative, and thankful. But whenever we have an argument, it feels like all of that disappears. Suddenly, I'm selfish, I have an attitude problem, and I don't deserve her respect. If I mention how much I've tried to help her, she dismisses it as the bare minimum.

I'm not saying she owes me anything for helping her. I just don't understand why someone can appreciate me when they need something from me but treat me so disrespectfully when we're having a disagreement.

She also uses the fact that I've graduated against me. Since I'm currently waiting for my onboarding, she says I have so much free time, as though I'm automatically available whenever she needs something. She doesn't seem to understand that I'm still working on my skills and preparing for my future. Yes, I take breaks and enjoy other things sometimes, but that doesn't mean my time is meaningless or that I'm obligated to do everything she wants.

Another thing she constantly accuses me of is being jealous of her.

I genuinely don't understand where this comes from. I'm not someone who constantly compares myself with other people or spends all my time criticising my appearance. I know I'm not perfect, but I'm generally comfortable being myself.

Yet she makes fun of my appearance and my face. When I told her that her comments were making me insecure and asked her to stop, she responded sarcastically with something along the lines of, "Aww, it triggered you? Sorry."

It was obvious she wasn't genuinely apologising. She was mocking me for being hurt.

The worst part is that she knows things about me that I don't share with everyone, and she uses them against me during arguments.

I've had periods in my life when I've felt like no matter how hard I work, something outside my control goes wrong. Opportunities seem to slip away even when I've done everything I possibly could. I've shared these feelings with her because I thought she would understand me or at least encourage me to keep going.

Instead, she has thrown those same experiences back in my face during arguments and told me that I deserve everything that's happening to me.

That really hurt because I trusted her with those feelings. I thought I could be vulnerable with my own sister without having that vulnerability used against me later.

There was also a time when I was going through an extremely difficult phase and said something along the lines of, "If I ever KMS, it'll be because of you."

I regret saying that. I know it was a very serious thing to say, and I wish neither of us had gone down that road. But instead of trying to understand why I was hurting so badly, she immediately said the same thing back to me. Since then, she has repeatedly brought up what I said during arguments as a way to hurt me.

I'm not proud of having said it, and I'm not trying to justify it. I just wish that, at the time, someone had asked me why I was feeling so broken instead of turning it into another weapon in an argument.

There have also been times when arguments between us have become physical, with her hitting me.

Now, about what happened today.

We were cleaning, and my leg accidentally touched hers. It wasn't intentional, and I immediately told her it was a mistake.

She responded by saying something along the lines of, "Okay, I'll kick you too and say it was a mistake."

I was initially willing to apologise for accidentally touching her. But she started insulting me, saying I had a dirty ego, bringing up my appearance, and making comments about my intelligence.

She said other people apparently thought I looked younger than her and had a small brain. When I pointed out that people hadn't actually said the small-brain part, she admitted that they hadn't said it but that she was saying it herself.

She also said she couldn't be grateful to me because of my attitude, that I didn't deserve her respect, and that even if I died for her, she wouldn't value me.

I got angry and said I wouldn't die for her either. That led to more insults and arguments.

I know I could have handled some parts of the situation better. I could have apologised for the accidental contact regardless of how she was behaving. But what frustrates me is how a tiny accident became an opportunity to attack my appearance, intelligence, personality, and our entire relationship.

We have never really had a relationship where we regularly say sorry or thank you to each other, so the whole situation also brought up a lot of resentment that has been building for a long time.

Eventually, my mother came into the room, and I complained to her that my sister wouldn't stop arguing.

My sister then told my mother that she couldn't apologise to me because apologising to me was "cringe." She also said that if she had to choose between dying for me or dying for waste, she would rather die for waste.

My mother started crying and begging us to stop fighting and leave the cleaning.

I felt terrible seeing my mother cry, but I also felt like I never got the chance to explain my side properly. My mother had argued with my sister earlier that same morning and had complained to me about how my sister never stops arguing. I thought she might understand why I was so frustrated, but when everything escalated, I felt like my own feelings got lost in the situation.

My mother shouted at me about the things I had said regarding dying, but I didn't really get an opportunity to explain the pain and frustration behind them.

I understand that my words were serious and that I shouldn't have said them. I just wish the conversation could have been about more than those words alone.

The situation with my parents makes everything more complicated.

My father is extremely strict. He has done a lot for my education and has sacrificed financially to provide for me. Whenever I genuinely need something, he usually gets it for me without complaining about the expense.

I'm grateful for those things, and I love him.

But he has also shouted at me and physically hit me in the past, including hitting us with a belt. He hasn't done that in about a year, but those experiences have stayed with me.

I have very mixed feelings about him because I recognise his sacrifices while also remembering the ways he has hurt me.

I'm particularly afraid of involving him in the situation with my sister because I don't want him to lose control and hit her. I don't want her to experience that, regardless of how angry I am with her.

So I feel stuck. My sister's behaviour is affecting my mental peace, but involving my parents could potentially make everything worse.

I also have an editing account that means a lot to me. Editing has become something I turn to when I'm upset because it helps me distract myself and gives me something enjoyable to do.

However, I'm afraid of my father's reaction if he finds out about it. I keep going back and forth between installing and uninstalling Instagram and hiding the video clips and other editing materials I use. It's exhausting to constantly hide something that helps me cope with everything else.

Sometimes I even wish I had never started editing because managing it secretly has become another source of stress. But it's also something I've grown attached to, and I don't want to give it up.

I'm currently waiting for my job onboarding, trying to improve my skills and prepare for my future, while also dealing with all this at home. I feel like I can't get a proper break from the conflict.

One thing that makes this especially painful is comparing my relationship with my sister to the relationships other people have with their siblings.

I've seen friends have terrible arguments with their siblings, but there's usually still some basic respect between them.

I don't feel like I have that.

Sometimes I wonder whether I've failed as an elder sister or whether I somehow failed to establish a healthy relationship with her. It's embarrassing to admit how bad things have become because I know people might find it hard to believe that my younger sister and I treat each other this way.

I don't expect her to worship me because I'm older. I don't expect her to repay everything I've done for her. I don't even expect us to agree on everything.

I just want to be able to live in the same house without every small disagreement turning into a personal attack. I want to be able to make a mistake without being insulted. I want to be able to share something vulnerable without having it used against me later.

And I want to stop feeling like I have to defend my entire character every time we fight.

I know I'm not perfect. I get angry too, and I've said things during arguments that I regret. I'm willing to acknowledge my own mistakes. But I also feel that the way she treats me goes beyond ordinary sibling disagreements.

This post is already extremely long, and honestly, everything I've described here is still only a small part of what's been happening. There are many more incidents and years of accumulated hurt that I haven't even included.

I'm not posting this because I want strangers to declare my sister a terrible person. I genuinely want advice from people who have experienced difficult sibling relationships or complicated family dynamics.

I'm still living at home, and I can't simply move out or cut off contact right now. I also don't want to escalate the situation by involving my father.

How do I deal with a sibling who turns almost every disagreement into a prolonged argument, brings up personal vulnerabilities to hurt me, and has crossed physical boundaries in the past?

How do I establish boundaries when walking away doesn't always resolve things and I still have to live with the person?

How do I stop letting these interactions affect my mental health so much?

And, realistically, is there a way to improve this relationship, or should I focus on accepting that we might never have the kind of sisterly bond I've always hoped for?

I'd really appreciate honest advice, especially from people who have been in similar situations.

At Tampa choose to enter the Wheelchair and family with children under 12 line. We have our young grandchild with us.

TSA agent asks who is with us in a Wheelchair I state no one we are in this line because it's the family line too. He tells us to get out of the line and go over to the regular line. I pointed to the sign right next to him, he says fine you can go through. But then he yells to everyone else in the line if they are not with a wheelchair get out of the line.

For the life of me I can't understand what his deal was. I can only guess he did it because he could. But what a jerk.

My husband & I are at New York comic con for the weekend to celebrate our sixteenth wedding anniversary with two of our friends while my parents hold down the fort at home. So far we’ve had amazing successes with our photo ops & so far everyone loves our cosplays. Today we had a photo op scheduled with Ariana Richards, Joseph Mazzello, BD Wong & Wayne Knight aka Lex, Tim, Wu & Nedry from Jurassic Park. I dressed as Sarah Harding, my husband as Ian Malcolm circa The Lost World, my friend as Ellie Sattler & my friends husband as Alan Grant.

Before our photo op we encountered a fellow con attendee who looked at us calling our costumes in bad taste saying they hope we didn’t buy the photo op with the Jurassic Cast because of Sam Neill’s passing this year. My friends husband asked what’s the big deal if he is dressed like Alan Grant it’s not hurting anyone. The entitled attendee asked did my friends husband even think of the feelings of Ariana, Joseph & BD because it might upset them. We have our turn in the photo op & we get told our cosplays looked amazing by Ariana, Joseph, BD & Wayne with BD telling us Sam would give his approval seeing the dedication my friends husband put into his costume. We didn’t run into the entitled attendee again but people in cosplays were saying what a rude jerk the guy is. One cosplayer approached us as we mentioned he insulted our cosplays too with the cosplayer saying they’ve informed security to look out for the guy.

Hello I am 19f my mum is like 45 my dad is also like 45 and my brother let’s call him Otto is 15.
A few months ago I was HoMee alone and I decided I wanted to buy some drinks so I did what evey normal teenager does and I went to my parents room to look for cash. I’ve snooped in my parents room a few times and somwhere in their walk in wardrobe is a fat envelope of cash. So I was snooping and snooping and I noticed it was gone from the normal spot (under my mums shoes) so I looked in the next logistic spot. Under wear draws. I opened my mums undie drawer and I saw a white envelope so I was like “yes success” I picked it up and noticed it was a birthday card so i decided to read it it said something like “to my beautiful (mums nickname my mums other nick name and I guess another nick name) -
I Cannot quite believe we have shared 12 amazing
months together already. In some ways it feels like no time at all, and in others it feels like you have been apart of my life forever.
This year with you has been one of the most exiting beautiful, funny, Comforting, and love filled chapters of my life. You love have become so much more then my girlfriend You are my best friend, mylover, My therapist, my fashion advisor my confidant, and One of the very best parts of my daily life - i mean we do chat for 10 hours a day
whenever , shop and think about us, l always smile and giggle about how it all started ...9 hrs of nonstop online back and Fourth, our first date at Grinners . Than hust a few days later, off to brisbane togather! it still feels so brave and bold and wondefully us . Right from the start there was something different about you... about us... Something so easy”

He goes in for a bit about how they have traveled together and how they have a big plan next together he thanks her for bringing love into his life for the past year.
“Happy anniversary, my gorgeous, beautiful, sexy lover Thankyou for this incredible first year and for clicking “like” on my profile hehe”

He signs the card a name let’s say “tez”

I’m in shock reading that because that didn’t sound real at all? It literally sounds like it was out of a movie because he wrote down eveyrhinggg I needed to know! I now know they met on tinder or something, they’ve been dating for at least a year, where their first date was and more. It literally felt fake?
Also that was all an exact quote because I took photos of the cards. Yes cards there was more.
One was just a birthday card and it was disgusting he wrote like “your amazing my light how beautiful wah Wah Wah” and how he’s sooo lucky to share this wild beautiful connection with my mum

My mum has been married for over 20 years since she was 22 to my dad. They met in a small Christian town in a small Christian school and moved away from their family because they lowkey suck.
Over the past year my mum had been weird, sketchy and suspicious. She would go on trips and I would ask my dad where she was and he said he didn’t know. My mum and I have always had a horrible relationship I think it’s because I’m AUSTSIC and she dosent like that at all. (She’s fucking shit her self if she found out I fuck girls)
One time I was talking to my teacher about how my mum goes on trips and noone knows where and she joked about how my mum might be having an afair… she was kinda right.

Back to when I found the letters. I was in shock and I took photos of them and put them back exactly where I found them. Then I tried calling my freinds. I got into contact with one of my freinds and he was very confused so I sent him the letters to explain better (this is important)
I’m very focused on the name “tez” cause it sounds familiar so I go on to my mums Facebook and I don’t fund tez but I find his wife lez with tezs face in her pfp. I then remember not even a month ago my town was having a big winter festival and I went out with my parents and their freinds tez and lez…. I went out with them in town and about 4 months before that tez and his wife and his 13 year old son came to my shack and spent like a week there. My brother got along great with the kid and my parents got along great with the couple.

From my understanding my mum worked with tez well she hired him. My mum does weekly markets and I thought tez just helped her out with that. My mum gets my brother to help her out somtimes so my brother got along with tez well and has now known him for a while. I think tez my brother my mum and tezs kid even hung out for some reason before all this.

One time also I few months ago I was finishing up yr 12 so my days where all weird at school and I came HoMee EXTREMLY early, I was basicly at school for like 2 hours. When I got home tez was there and he just looked at me and then my mum came out of her office and made some excuse for tez to leave. I found that weird but brushed it off. My mum also gets offended when I asked if she could turn her location on? I have Eveyones else’s locations but not hers? Now I know why!

Back to the letters. I find tezs wife on Facebook and I screen shot her pfp and send it to my freind cause she woukd recognise them from town and also the shack and she was almost as shocked as me. About 20 later my brother comes HoMee from school and I try to casually ask what he knows about tez cause he knows tez way more then me and I guess I was being suspicious cause he asks “what is mum cheating on dad”
Bruh I’m stupid and I was in shock cause I didn’t hide it well and all and he’s asking for proof and stuff so I show him a picture of the letters then he asks me to actually show him so I do. Then I tell him that there’s only like 3 possibilities of what’s happening
1 my mum is cheating on my dad and he dosent know
2 mum and dad are broken up and my mum now has a boyfriend
3 my mum and dad are together and my mum has a boyfriend.

We agreed that I guess the last one is the best option and Mabye the most logical because my dad knows tez? And how would he not know what was going on? Like why would my mum invite him to our family shack if they were secretly together? My brother went to sleep and I went to the movies with my freinds. Two of the freinds already knew cause I called one and texted the other and after the movie debrief one made a joke about it so I told the rest of my freinds and I showed them the letters.
Not the best in my part I know but I was in shock dude.

Apparently that night when my dad came HoMee my brother asked my dad smth LIEK “is there anything going on between you and mum”
Exactly like I told him not too cause I was going to ask! Our plan was that I was going to confront my mum.
The next day in the afternoon my mum was working from home my brother just came HoMee from school and then my dad just gets home from work he asks my mumtk chat in their room. They are chatting for LIEK half an hour and then my dad gets us all into the living room.
He says that Like “over the last year you might have noticed stuff between me and your mum have been weird” we decided that things weren’t working very well between us (tbh I was in shock and mad so I can’t really rember what he said very well) he said that my mum started to date somone else and that he did as well. And that something my brother said started this conversation.

It was actually a long conversation my dad was very mature and very calming and my mum was just silently crying. I found out that nobody knows that kit even their freinds know and I got told mutiple mutiple times that couldn’t tell anyone. That I couldn’t even tell my best freinds (to late) and my mum said nothing that whole time exept I couldn’t tell anyone!

We kinda just go back into our rooms and I here my mum go into my brother room to comfort him then she storms of to her room and brings my dad out and yells at me from the lounge room. I go to the lounge room and she’s almost in like angry tears and tells me that my brother said I had seen letters.

(At this point they both have no idea I had seen the letters. They told us this cause my brother asked.)

I said that yes I found letters and yes I have photos of them. She gets super mad and makes me delete the photos. It’s really embarrassing because she’s over my shoulder and can see the screen shot of the pfp and EVEYTHING. She makes me go into recently deleted and deleted them as well. Then she storms off to bed .

I don’t remember much after that but the decided to do a three days on three days off thing. Because that day onward they had broken up. It was super weird cause technically they were broken up from a hole year but they weren’t? And I wasent aloud to tell anyone.

I told my best freinds fucking obviously!!

Right now my mum is in the house from Wednesday morning to Sunday afternoon and I only see my dad Sunday afternoon and monday and Tuesday night because he’s working all day. My mum when she’s not at home drives to the shack apparently and lives there. I actually don’t know if she does, I thought maybe she stays at her boyfriend’s house but he has a wife and kid?
I also don’t know if they know?
And my dad when he’s not at Home sleeps on the couch at his work… in town.. away from the beach and the forest near our house wish he used to go to every morning.

I fucking hat when my mums here, she hates me and my brother hates me for finding the letters. My brother is also homophobic and he supports isreal and calls me retarted.
I am kind of slowly dieing being in a house with both of them. My mum and brother together is absolut hell.

My dad is one of the best people I know. He’s super kind and understanding to me and he’s gotten the absolute worst out of this and my mum still has the audacity to talk shit about him behind his back?

Anyway there’s like a lot more but I have already wrote a lot. My mother is an entitled cunt m

A short story, but I’m adding a bit of back story here.

My dad use to work for a family owned business in a small town for over a decade, and was considered a senior staff member. It was founded back in the 60s by a man I’ll call Dave who expanded the company into a multi million dollar company in the decades. Though when my dad worked there, the business was primarily run by Dave’s sons, while Dave still was considered the CEO.

Dave was quite something. In the community, he was both respected but also not respected at the same time. He was respected for things like the the money he put into the community, charity, donations, the jobs his company brought in, etc. but as a person, he was despised. He was rude, entitled, disrespectful and insulting. A few stories I heard from towns people were things like how he he was always known to carry a calculator. And if someone quoted him a price and after the work was done, he’d pull the calculator out, and would state he would only pay a 10 -15 percent less then the agreed upon price.

He was quoted as saying once “You can have money or friends. But not both.” He was known to love having fights. Not physical, but verbal ones. It apparently gave him a lot of satisfaction.

So for my dad, he had put in his two week notice to Dave’s sons. And on his last day, Dave wanted to talk to my dad about something happening the next week. So my dad realized Dave wasn’t aware of him quitting, and said simply to Dave “Just so you are aware, I put in my two weeks notice, so today is my last day.”

He said Dave got quiet for a moment then said to my dad “Well, if you ever need favours, don’t ever come here for them, because you won’t get them. And if you have trouble remembering that, feel free to talk to me and I’ll be happy to remind you.”

My dad knew Dave was just wanting a fight. That he was trying to get my dad to snap at him. But instead, my dad just replied “Well, I’m sorry to hear that. Thank you for all the years. All the best to you.” And he walked out.

In the next week that passed, my dads former coworkers were texting or calling my dad, asking him what he said to Dave. In their words “He’s been fuming mad every single day since you walked out of his office.”

Dave ended up passing away a few years later, and his sons sold the business.

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Whilst in the queue for security at Barcelona airport, a man shoved his way in front of me. Whatever. He moved, I moved. His wife had shoved herself apparently behind me, she called him (seems he didnt realise that she hadnt shoved ahead too) and he demanded that I stop and let his wife ahead of me. I put my arm out and was like "sir". He started shouting, I tried to move ahead and he got phsycial, insisting that I was in the wrong and his wife is entitled to go ahead of me because he had shoved his way there, whilst physically shoving me out of the way and look he had even made space for her. The wife started saying, "its not worth it" to the hushand, whilst he carried on shouting, shoving and demanding that she move ahead.

After a minute or so, she moves ahead to the space he'd "created" for her, as he refused to let the queue move forward, until she had also shoved her way forward too.

Of course, he thought I was absolutely in the wrong because I wouldnt let his wife ahead, forgetting that he had already shoved himself ahead. His behaviour suggested that he was even proud of himself, for shoving and shouting at a woman (me) out of the way, to "protect" his wife and get her next to him.

We were waiting to board a Shinkansen today—my partner, our toddler and me, when a group of around 15–16 tourists arrived. From their accents, they sounded American.

They were talking noticeably loudly compared with everyone else around us, but what happened when boarding started was more frustrating.

Their apparent group leader saw us waiting, then ushered the entire group ahead of us. I was holding our toddler and a package, while my partner had the stroller. There was nobody waiting behind us—just our family, then their group.

What bothered me wasn’t that nobody offered a family special treatment. It was that we were already waiting, yet suddenly found ourselves boarding after an entire group that had arrived later.

I’ve had a few similar experiences with American tourists, which probably added to my frustration. I realise those encounters don’t represent everyone, though.

Is there a practical reason a tour group would need to board together ahead of other people waiting, or was this simply inconsiderate? Curious whether others have experienced something similar.

Had an experience today with an entitled dude at the gym.

I was hitting legs and the last 2 exercises I had left were Leg Press and Leg Curls. I went to do Leg Curls first and saw a dude using it. No worries Leg Press was right next to it so I did that instead. Once I was done with Leg Press, I figured the dude had to almost be done with Leg Curls machine. I waited nearby the machine for a few mins and just noticed that this dude was practically just sitting on the machine. He would do maybe 2-3 reps and scroll on his phone right after.

I asked him “hey how many sets do you have left?” And in the most arrogant way he replied “Ima be a while bro” and just slid his headphones back on.

I was pretty annoyed at this point but said fuck it and went and did Core in the other room. After about 20 mins later I walk back to the machine and notice this dude is BARELY getting off! I saw him moving like a sloth to get a towel to wipe the machine and said fuck this. By the time he got the towel and was back to the machine to wipe it down I was already done with my first set lol

He shook his head at me and said “Learn to have some patience bro” and I replied back “Learn to move with a purpose”

Idk I get people taking their time with the machines and what not, but going 30+ mins where you spent more time scrolling your phone than lifting just irks the hell out of me!!

Time for another post, it's been a while, life has been busy but people have still been as entitled as ever. This time it's a guest story from the receptionist and hotel manager of the hotel we work with. Let's call her Tia.

This was during Tias first winter with us before she became the manager. The first guests involved in this story where a young couple with a rental car visiting our remote village. This was in the middle of the winter when there is a lot of snow and ice everywhere. When checking in to the hotel they where asking about viewing point for watching auroras. Tia told them about a spot about 5 minutes walk from a village and specifically told them to absolutely NOT drive their car to this spot because they would get stuck in deep snow.

Later that very same day the couple comes back to the reception looking sheepish asking if there is a tractor or tow truck in the village, because of course they figured they could totally drive on the road a local told them to not go on. Predictably they where stuck in the snow some 10m in to this road.

They left with a shovel, ice pick and a bag of sand to try and save their poor car from it's snowy grave.

Now is when Karen enters the story, a male Karen even. He has found this poor couple and promised to help them, which is nice, don't get me wrong, but hey no matter. He had a truck and was now in need of a rope, which is obviously something you go to a hotel to get so of to the reception he goes to find poor Kia. Kia, being new for the season told Karen that she had to call her manager to check if they had any suitable rope that she could borrow to Karen. Well this was not the answer Karen wanted and promptly started shouting that of course they have a rope and to just give it to him.

After a quick call to the manager it was concluded that they do in fact not have a rope, but they did have a couple of 2 ton ratchet straps that they use to strap down stuff in a trailer for transportation. And if you know anything about ratchet straps you know that you absolute can not tie knots on these things and pull on them because if you do that knot will never come undone and the strap is then scrap. When Tia told Karen that he could borrow the strap only if he promised he would not tie a knot on it but use it as a hook and loop system he absolutely lost it and started shouting that he absolutely had to tie a knot to save these poor people from loosing their car to what apparently was something akin to a proceeding glacier at this point. Que the expected screaming and insults and insinuations that Tia was stupid and did not know how anything works.

At this Tia simply starts putting the ratchet straps back, because if he is going to ruin them he can't have them. And this is when the absolute gem of an insult and threat comes flying: "I'll write a bad review for this place because you are only helpful if we pay you"....

Like obviously, it's a hotel, do you expect hotels to just give out free stuff and be some sort of charity organization. And they did not ask to get paid to borrow out the ratchet straps, simply that they would not be destroyed and returned afterward.

After a bit more of a back and forth Karen promises to not tie any knots on the straps and Tia lets him borrow one and of he goes in his truck.

A little while later Karen comes back, walks up to the reception door, throws the ratchet straps as the base of the door points at them and disappears of in to the snow never to be seen again.

He did not tie a knot on the straps.

Previous post: https://www.reddit.com/r/EntitledPeople/comments/1wncw3l/held_a_long_business_call_in_the_gym_sauna/

Today I went into the sauna and business guy was in there and instantly gave me a stern look and left. I considered that a win and enjoyed my time. Afterwards, my neighbor the manager pulls me over as I'm walking out the door to tell me that Business Call guy COMPLAINED ABOUT ME, saying that I embarrassed him on an important call. Manager told him that there's nothing preventing him from making calls, but also nothing against other people having conversations either. I look forward to many more sauna sessions with no business calls.

To start off, this person isn't my biological parent, thankfully. This person is a family member who got custody of me, which probably was the biggest and most regrettable mistake could've been done and I'm trying to find a way to get my mom back into custody since I was kidnapped without her knowledge and forced into accepting this unfortunate fate. This lore goes far too deep and I can give in more context if more people are interested but for now I'd like to stick one point and question.

I was assaulted, harassed, and basically pushed into the point of leaving the house (this has happened multiple times throughout my teens by this person) and I haven't gone back for 3 years. I've been living under my boyfriend's family house and I've begun the journey of moving back with my biological mother and step father that currently reside in a different country. Throughout the process, it seemed like my 'parent guardian"" tried to slow the process with any string and trick they could find and basically helping out with the least minimum to their ability.

This person and I quote said "you should leave your belongings and stuff here while you're away, so you always have a place to come back to." Haha...... this person has always threatened me with the fact the place belongs to her and it was never mine to begin with, since l didn't pay rent at the ripe age of 15... anywho. The house is a complete mess, there's food, garbage, cat poop, cat litter, her dirty 2 week old underwear out in the open, and a month old of food on the table and everywhere you can imagine. Every once awhile I make my way back to stay there in my room because at the end of the day I do prefer my own privacy and space better and also give the house a good scrub that takes me usually 8 to 10 hours at best (yes, it's very very very dirty. The sink literally turns black). How does she respond? "Wow it takes you so long to clean e is this your first day or something?" Always
something snarky and backhanded. Whatever, I don't really care about a persons opinion who barely showers to begin with.

I have kept my room tidy and clean and always make my bed before leaving the house to go off to my boyfriend's family home. I came back to pick up an item that I needed for the time being before I fully move out my things (keep in mind, she thinks I'm leaving my belongings here) and I came to find out someone had slept in my bed... strange.
The bed wasn't even made, the blankets were just curled up and left there with my satin pillows covered in someone else's hair... so NATURALLY like any human being, I was pissed. How dare I, I guess. I gave the person a call at work, also keep in mind, this person has been deliberately ignoring my texts because I forgot to answer to them for two whole days. I know, I'm a monster. I gave them a call at work and asked if anybody has been sleeping in my bed, fist before the question she answered the phone as if she was expecting it then her mood quickly switched and she angerly responded with "wow, is that what you're calling me for??? To find out who slept in your bed?? Well I did, also who cares if anybody else has as well? It's not like you ever sleep in it. You clearly hi moved out for a loooooooooong time."

I'm sorry, am I entitled for thinking my bed wouldn't be touched when I'm not home? Or I should say, when I'm not in my room since that was the singular space around their house I was allowed to feel comfortable. I feel most college kids who leave the house are given the respect with their personal space, let alone their bed. That's not even my issue, a simple "hey my room is too filthy and dirty and obviously I'm a dead beat who can't take care of myself nor my house, can I sleep in your bed?" Would've sufficed. Why am I being gaslighted into feeling crazy for asking a simple question with no attitude in my voice since I have to walk on eggshells around them to begin with? I'm also a bit worried because I didn't stay for too long and this person is kind of known to behave like a Neanderthal and break every single thing in the house when met with confrontation. Like, the worst hasn't even been said.

Was I being too selfish? I mean, how else am I supposed to really feel? Couldn't they just wait till I pack my stuff for them to barge into my room to dirty it up next?

After living in Germany for years, I finally encountered one in the wild. For the records, we're both foreigners.

I'm sitting on the train (it's 5.30) to go to Uni, minding my own business and reading on my phone. I'm holding it at a normal height because I don't particularly enjoy crouching over my screen. This guy and his gf sit two seats across from me when he starts shouting at me: SIE DÜRFEN MICH NICHT FILMEN! BITTE, STECKEN SIE IHR HANDY WEG!"

For the record, my phone case has a camera cover (it's the red robotic phone case on Shopee for like €3). I tried explaining this to him, but he kept interrupting me and wouldn't even let me finish a sentence. He was getting louder and louder and I just gave up and put my mobile phone away.

At first I felt guilty but then wtf. I have the same rights as him. So, after 2 minutes, I pulled back my phone and decided to continue reading, holding my phone in the same position. Yes, in his general direction.

What happened next? He went back to talking to his girlfriend. That's it.

It's been almost 17 days since my stepdad left, and he still hasn't come back. At this point, I'm starting to feel like maybe they actually broke up, which honestly makes me feel really weird.

I know from the outside it might sound like I won or that this is the ending I wanted, but that's really not how I feel. From the beginning, I've always said that I never wanted my mom and stepdad to break up or not get married. I was genuinely happy that my mom found someone she loved and that she was happy.

All I ever wanted was to be treated normally and included as part of the family. His family never really did that with me, and that was what hurt me the most.

So hopefully they're just taking some time apart and haven't actually ended things.

At the same time, I have to admit something that makes me feel guilty deep down, there's a small part of me that feels relieved at the possibility that they broke up. Because if they really did, it means I won't have to see his family anymore. I won't see him, his kids, or deal with that whole situation. People who were recently part of my life would basically become strangers again. And somehow that feels good.

Then I immediately feel guilty, especially because I know my mom deserves happiness. I don't want her to lose someone she loves just because of everything that happened. And just to clarify again, I don't blame my stepdad for everything. A lot of the problems came from his family and his kids, and the way I was treated and excluded. That's where most of my resentment comes from.

My mom is doing okay, at least from what I can see. We've been spending a lot of time together. She actually took me to a movie last weekend, and she seems fine in front of me. I obviously don't know what she's feeling privately, but I'm glad we're spending time together.

And honestly, I'm doing pretty well too. This new house is still ridiculously big for two people. It's literally three floors with a garden. I'm not trying to brag because I realize that sentence sounds exactly like bragging, but seriously, sometimes I wonder whether it's even worth having such a huge house when it's basically just me and my mom. Our old apartment was perfectly fine.

But there are definitely advantages. My mom lets me have friends over when she's away for work, and sometimes my best friend even stays over. There are three empty rooms on my floor, while my mom's room is on the second floor, so I basically have an entire floor to myself.

So despite everything that happened, I'm actually doing better than I was before. Life feels more normal again. It's almost strange because all of this happened right before things were starting to feel really good for me.

The biggest thing is that I still don't want my mom's relationship to end. If they decide to get married, I'm not against it. I just need to feel safe, respected, and secure in that family too. If I can feel that way, then I'm completely willing to accept their marriage.

I'm even still willing to talk to my step siblings, but only if my mom and stepdad are present. I'm not comfortable going back to the way things were before.

My mom has also acknowledged some of her mistakes and corrected some of the things that happened, and I genuinely believe people deserve another chance when they're willing to make things right.

So yeah, I guess I'm just dealing with a lot of conflicting emotions. I don't want them to break up. But part of me feels relieved if they already have. I love my mom and want her to be happy. But I also need to feel comfortable and respected myself. I guess all I can do now is wait and see what happens.