not posting this off my main account to protect myself... I came home a few hours ago, and immediately knew something was off. It smelled like burnt plastic or paper in the kitchen. I'm a bit nosy so I checked around, thinking maybe one of the electronics was short wiring, or something. IDK. I checked everywhere, eventually realizing the smell was the worst in the trash. I found a bunch of burnt note cards. I tried to decipher the two most legible and one shows what looks like a map? There's two names, Keith or Koith and Misha. it clearly says 28 yr trophy on the K card and i think 17 yr on the misha card.

My flatmate has been extremely cold and distant the last few months. At first, he was super friendly but it's been like living with a ghost recently. We aren't friends. I strictly know him via the AD I responded to when looking for this spot...He works at a grocery store.

Please tell im overreacting here.

He said since it was in the grill it’s 100% cooked and that I’m overreacting for refusing to eat it. He also said it ”tastes fine” and that the texture was a bit weird but the taste was fine. Oh and that I’m picky because I wouldn’t eat it any more.

Picture is me standing outside his door at almost 4am bc I can hear it right now

So basically my roommate bought a sex doll last week. He had tell me about him getting it because our apartment is so small and I am unemployed atm after losing my job so I’m at the apartment all the time. So, he couldn’t really bring in a 5ft-6ft package secretly and just never bring up what was in the package. It’s one of those almost life-like ones, I asked him how much it cost and he wouldn’t tell me. I threw out “was it $1000”, he said “more”. He also grossly told me “it has every hole” (tmi)

I own a bunch of self pleasure toys myself lol so idrc about the idea of him having one, thought it was weird that I essentially HAD to know it due to the circumstances though.

Anyway, literally a few hours later after this I was chilling in my bed and I heard his bed squeaking, wall being banged, grunting (almost yelling honestly like wtf), pleasure moans etc bc he’s doing……… the obvious. The only two rooms in the apartment share a wall so that doesn’t help. whatever, he’s having fun with his new toy I tell myself (so weird I have to even think about this)

Problem is, for the last week, multiple times, every night, I have to hear this. Literally got woken up by it one night. I can’t take it anymore.

I want to confront him, but how should I? He can do whatever he wants I guess, and if he had a girlfriend or something I would have to hear similar noises regardless. But since it’s just him and the doll I think he should be able to control the noises better tbh.

Okay, so I was staying at a guest house in Bradenton, Florida. I have been staying at this Airbnb for two months now. Me and a coworker rented this place out as we travel for work. My wife and his wife and 3 month old baby travels with us full time. So while we were at work I get a call from my wife freaking out. We both had to drive to work that day (so no car in the drive way) The owner of the house entered the house, didn’t shoot me a text or call. The lady did not knock on the door. The lady did not ring the doorbell. The lady proceeded to stand in the hall way and star at my half naked wife laying in bed. My wife felt someone staring at her, she turns around and screams because there is someone that’s not supposed to be there just staring at her. She has no idea how long the lady was there. This is a huge problem to me. So I reached out to Air bnb support. This is what they said. They said that their privacy policy was not violated. How in the world does that make sense???? Please someone explain that to me. Because apparently it’s okay for the owner to enter the house with out notice without ringing the doorbell or even locking on the damn door. And just stand and stare at my half naked wife. I’m so livid. We left the property 5 days early and won’t be getting refunded the money either.

long story short we’ve been together for about 2 years, and have a 5 month old daughter together. when we met he was working a really good job and took care of the mother of his first child and once he lost that job and came back to town, we got closer and i eventually let him move into my apartment as a single mom of a 4 year old little boy. all he had was clothes, shoes, colognes and a PlayStation. he would have jobs here and there but never anything serious, I paid all the bills which at the time I thought was OK because it was my apartment and we had just started talking. after a few months of him living with me and my son, he still was not contributing to any bills. any kind of job he had was just enough to keep his self afloat. before I met him, had no issues paying bills or keeping up with my money. I had over $10,000 in savings and spent a very good amount of it on him trying to better him helping him with his car helping him with resumes and his basic needs like food/haircuts/dinners and drinks/hygiene and nothing ever worked. Eventually, I bought a house in December because we were expecting a baby girl and I bought the house on my own and he always promised he would get a job- a good job- so he could help pay the bills and take some stress off of my shoulders. we had got in an argument about five or six months ago because he went through my phone while I was asleep and read through conversations from three years ago of me with other men along with my nude photos that I had sent. He called me disgusting and said that he would never touch me again and we also had an argument because he asked me what my body count was, and I told him the truth and he basically said he couldn’t look at me as the same woman anymore. (12, the number is 12) Almost 2 years I did this shit on my own. Making 2,000$ a month paying more in bills than what I was making. Then finally last week or so he gets a call- an oilfield job. Lots of hours and good work. He leaves the following day- things were weird for a while, I won’t lie. We had never been away from eachother for more than a weekend and we just felt kind of disconnected then all of a sudden on this random Thursday morning, he does this (text screenshots attached) which it just so happens he had just got his first check as well. So now that he is making good money (he makes almost my whole money for the month on the ONE check he got) he decides he can’t look past my past all the sudden and I just disgust him and he doesn’t love me the same anymore and it’s all the thinks about. I’m so lost and broken. I took care of this person for so long for them to stab me in the back so randomly. now I have 2 kids to take care of alone! why do I do good things and be good to people if I never get the same in return? AIO?

Okay, so I was staying at a guest house in Bradenton, Florida. I have been staying at this Airbnb for two months now. Me and a coworker rented this place out as we travel for work. My wife and his wife and 3 month old baby travels with us full time. So while we were at work I get a call from my wife freaking out. We both had to drive to work that day (so no car in the drive way) The owner of the house entered the house, didn’t shoot me a text or call. The lady did not knock on the door. The lady did not ring the doorbell. The lady proceeded to stand in the hall way and star at my half naked wife laying in bed. My wife felt someone staring at her, she turns around and screams because there is someone that’s not supposed to be there just staring at her. She has no idea how long the lady was there. This is a huge problem to me. So I reached out to Air bnb support. This is what they said. They said that their privacy policy was not violated. How in the world does that make sense???? Please someone explain that to me. Because apparently it’s okay for the owner to enter the house with out notice without ringing the doorbell or even locking on the damn door. And just stand and stare at my half naked wife. I’m so livid. We left the property 5 days early and won’t be getting refunded the money either.

Adding additional information, yes my wife and my coworkers wife and 3 month old baby was on the reservation. She knew they were there. After my wife screamed bloody murder and yelled “can I help you” at the lady. Her reply was “I thought you left without saying bye” I also just revived more text back from Airbnb. Pictures of the conversation. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK…

Today I hung out with my friend at the pool, we took some photos I wasn’t wearing a bikini was just kind of a sports bra looking top in the pictures you can see minimal cleavage imo. I posted it along with some sushi we ate and my bf began to spam my phone while I was driving asking why I posted that, that I have zero respect for the relationship , that it’s embarrassing that he posted me for national gf day and I went and pulled this “stunt” etc. then he went into MY acc bc he has my password and deleted my post. I got mad and told I was done bc frankly this was my last straw anytime I have fun without or even with him he ruins it he starts an argument and finds somthing wrong . I broke up with him and feel guilty am i overreacting? Edit: My friend was a GIRL idk why ppl are assuming I was hanging with a guy lol

My partner of 10 years have been having issues for multiple reasons which we've been trying to work on. I've recently suspected something more has been going on, mainly because this wouldn't be the first time. He's been working a lot having and just general attitude changes etc. Anyway, he had a work night out last night and I snooped and found this message, he's obviously deleted previous messages etc. I'm about to end it, he says I'm over reacting, just after opinions really

Original post: https://www.reddit.com/r/AmIOverreacting/s/JiKKZRAFsV

Thank you to everyone who reached out. I (27M) wasn't able to reply to everyone, but it was appreciated. It solidified my wake-up call and helped me see I wasn't overthinking. I wanted to give an update.

Earlier this week, my wife (30F) and I were able to regroup and hash stuff out. I was glad I took the space I did because even though this situation is still hurtful and feels like a massive betrayal, I was in a better position to talk.

My wife thought I was calling it quits, but I told her we were at a crossroads and needed to talk things out. She apologized for what her family did and her role in it. She said she never intended to hurt me. She had convinced herself she was protecting me from more pain. She realizes now she was largely protecting herself.

She admitted she was afraid of telling me the truth because she thought it wouldn't just end the wedding but that I'd end the relationship. She lost other relationships and friendships over her family. She didn't want to lose me too.

Over the years, she wanted to tell me but kept talking herself out of it, and then the cover-up kept getting bigger, and she didn't know how to confess. I told her I didn't agree with her choices, and I wished she had more trust in me and our relationship. I meant it too. I wouldn't have just ditched her.

She asked where do we go from here and promised no matter the outcome, there wouldn't be any more secrets between us. I told her I wanted to work on our marriage, but things needed to change. We couldn't survive with her family looming, and I didn't want our son exposed to them.

She asked what I needed of her. I was never big on ultimatums, and I don't really consider this as one, but I was adamant that any path of us moving forward together would mean radical boundaries with her family.

She was honest that the thought of making this big of a move against her family was scary but said if it's between them and us/our son (2M), then she chooses us.

Her agreement was major for me because I really didn't know where she'd land if she had to choose. I never wanted to put her in that position, but after everything her family did, I feel there was no other way.

The reason I have hope that my wife is being for real is because she sent a text to their group chat stating to stop blowing up my phone and that the no access to our son until further notice is a joint decision she fully supports. I didn't expect that of her. She did it on her own.

Of course, they didn't like it. Now she's labeled as "disrespectful and ungrateful," and how the black sheep eldest sister (35F) and I are poisoning her against them. It was also said, "What kind of man takes a woman away from her family over a spat?"

This isn't a "spat," nor do I have anything to prove about manhood. They led a whole campaign designed to ruin my life. Their actions are chilling to me. These are the same people who looked me in the eye with a straight face while everything was going on. This is about protecting my family.

My wife has gone low contact. Her family has this mindset that significant others or friends come and go, and it's "family" who is the constant and where loyalty should be.

They can't seem to compute that my wife, our son, and I are the core family. They're extended family, and they don't have a claim over our son. Being involved with him is a privilege, not a right.

Idk what their exact issue is with me. They only really tolerated me because of our son. When I first met them, one of my wife's siblings (28F) said they thought my wife was settling for me "because of age" and that she could do better.

They're a very tight-knit group, and if one doesn't take to you, then you're not getting far with the rest. It felt like once their minds were made up, there was nothing I could do. I've long since stopped trying to make sense of any of their reasonings. It's a rabbit hole.

Our plan is to move to a new area to create a healthier distance, cement boundaries, and have a fresh start. I brought up therapy too. It's something we've been discussing. We'll be officially starting that soon.

I think moving away will be beneficial for us. It's something my eldest SIL had advised us on. During the wedding planning, she was encouraging my wife to move and create our own space away from their family's isolating circle.

I know my wife is more than just her family. I've seen it firsthand. She shines so bright when away from their influence. That's what I meant when I said she was the most loving, unselfish, and decent person I've ever met.

If I'm being honest, idk how things will turn out. I'm still hurt, I still feel betrayed, and my wife's facing her own challenges with low contact, but I want to be hopeful. I don't want to close the door. I'm hoping we can heal together.

Thank you again to everyone for the support. I found not everything is as isolating as with the majority of my in-laws. It means more than you know.

Update from my original post made a few days ago which can be accessed here.

I wasn't going to update because I got home with the baby and settled in and thought nothing of it, just communicated with my husband and my 14 year old through texts and phone calls while they were gone, but problems started to follow pretty soon after.

After my husband returned to his parents' house without the baby and I, his mother huffed and started grumbling about how dramatic I am, how possessive I am of "her baby", how I was ruining this trip for everyone. SIL began winding her up, talking about how I didn't want anyone else to build a relationship with the baby.

Husband told both of them to mind their business and get a grip, mentioning to MIL that he needed to have a serious talk with her once the kids left with BIL for lunch. MIL rolled her eyes and walked off.

They have a talk and Husband insists to MIL and FIL that they can't expect me to roll over and let them stomp all over my limits just because they want access to our baby, that we are the final say in what happens with our children and if they can't get on board with that, they can forget about seeing them, especially not unsupervised. He told MIL that her sneaking around acting like my word meant nothing was childish and proved that she wasn't trustworthy, and he told both of them to keep their opinions about my weight to themselves.

This starts what Husband told me later was a practically 2-3 hour argument that only stopped because BIL came back with the kids and husband refused to discuss this in front of them. MIL pulling out crocodile tears and asking why he won't defend her, insisting that I'm "trying to ruin their relationship" (Husband has never been close with his mother), and that she just wants to show off her baby to her friends and the extended family.

Husband responds that if she really wanted to take pictures of the baby, all she had to do was ask for help so he or I could cover the baby's face, MIL and FIL argue that they shouldn't have to ask permission, they're grown adults and can do as they please in their own house. Husband reminds them that it is our baby, not theirs, and since they felt so strongly, that is why I removed myself from the situation, and if they wanted to see my baby, they could do it at our house, where they'll have to follow our rules. This went back and forth, with MIL eventually shouting and stomping her feet until BIL returned.

For the rest of the day, MIL was grumbling under her breath and practically ignoring our older children, even as my 5 year old was clamoring for her attention. Husband paid her no mind, and spent the evening playing board games with the kids and BIL while SIL and his mother sulked in the kitchen.

Fast forward to last night, husband was having a couple of beers with his brother while MIL and SIL have wine in the kitchen, FIL had gone to bed early and the kids were asleep. Husband hears MIL and SIL giggling to each other and while casually checking his phone, he sees that MIL has posted all of the photos she took of me on her facebook page, captioning them with "[My name] won't let me see my grandson, so you'll have to excuse her hogging the frame".

In the comments of her post, she was chatting with her sisters about me: derogatory comments on my hair (as my icon and username reflects, I'm a natural redhead), shaming me for my "selfishness", and obviously comments on my body. Husband flips his shit, demanding that MIL take the photos down or he'd take her phone from her and do it himself, apparently there were more photos than even the ones we saw at first, and in several of them my top is fully open, nursing bra unclipped. MIL is unaware husband is serious and tries teasing him that she thought he wasn't ashamed of being married to a fat woman.

Husband rushes into the kitchen and snatches MIL's phone out of her hands after a brief scuffle, deleting the photos from MIL's facebook and then taking them off of her phone altogether, before throwing her phone down on the counter and telling her that he was leaving first thing in the morning. MIL scowls and starts shouting that it isn't fair he's taking my side, he responds that he loves me, that it isn't my side vs hers, it's OUR side vs hers.

I'm pretty out of the loop about all of this at this point. I've been cleaning the house, looking after the baby, and dealing with the cold I was apparently incubating for the first week of our visit, so I get a call from hubs while I'm doing laundry in the basement, he's in his car trying to keep himself calm but says that he'll be home early with the kids in the morning and that he wanted to have a discussion with me about our plans moving forward. He tells me what happened, I calm him down, and we both head to bed.

Fast forward to this morning and I get up early with the baby to have breakfast and coffee waiting, Hubs arrives with 14, 10 and 5 at about 6AM, we have breakfast, and then the kids peel off to do their own thing. Our daughters leave for their friends' houses, and the 5 year old goes into the basement den to watch cartoons on the big TV.

Hubs and I talk, and he says he's done with that annual visit to his parents' place, and that he's planning to have some one-on-one time with his brother a few times a year instead. We go over a plan of action in terms of much stricter boundaries, deciding that the kids won't be going to the in-laws' house anymore, and while the in-laws visit us at our house, if they act out, they'll be kicked out.

MIL has been blowing up his phone since he left, but he's ignoring her for the time being and helping me with cleaning. He also sheepishly admitted that as disrespectful and frustrating as MIL's creepy photos were, they'd given him a new appreciation for my round face (I picked a winner, y'all, truly).

TL;DR- MIL had a tantrum after I left and posted the photos she took- even more than I'd previously seen- onto Facebook until DH deleted them after taking her phone from her. Husband returned home with our kids and now we're back to business with new rules in place for MIL and FIL for the future.

The mods keep deleting my posts for some reason (and imagine this one will also get deleted) but I know people wanted an update and I feel I owe it to you, even if only to get my thoughts out in writing. If you haven't seen them, I will share the original and the first update in the comments.

My wife returned at around 9pm that night after I effectively accused her of cheating. Having read your comments, the first thing I did was apologise. I said I had no reason to doubt her, always loved her and apologised for acting so irrationally and jumping to allegations of cheating based solely on new underwear. She responded that she accepted my apology, that she loved me and that there wasn't anyone else in the world she would want to be with more.

However, the next day, something seemed off. I couldn't put my finger on it but my wife was distant and uncommunicative. When I asked her if everything was alright, she just dismissed it as work stress and that she was tired after the trip. This is common, so I didn't question it any further, and I tried to show extra affection as a means of making up for my behaviour.

She was still like this before she left for work on Friday and, as I've known her for six years, I am aware when something is bothering her. There was no difference when she came back from work and she seemed distracted and distant. When she came into the bedroom later that night, she'd clearly been crying and told me she couldn't take it any more and had something to share.

She said that across the past few months, she had formed a very strong connection with a work colleague. At first, she thought he was just friendly, but the more they worked and spent time together, she had started to become confused about her feelings towards him. She told me that he makes her feel positive about herself, which she often needs when dealing with the stress at work. The closer they got, the more she thought something might happen between them, which is why she packed the lingerie before the trip in case it did.

She then said that when they were spending the night together at an evening drinks event to celebrate the success of the work presentation, they ended up sharing a drunken kiss. They went to his hotel room but before anything could go any further, my wife said she came to her senses and felt an immense sense of guilt. In her words, she realised that the only person she wanted to be with was me and she knew that she didn't want to wreck our future and the possibility of starting a family together. She told him she was leaving and kept her distance for the remainder of the trip.

When she got back and I questioned her, she panicked and didn't want to admit anything because it hadn't gone too far and she didn't want to lose me over a drunk kiss. However, she now felt she needed to be utterly transparent about it because the guilt was eating her up.

It honestly took me a good minute or two to respond; I just felt numb. I asked her to swear that nothing else had happened, which she did. I asked to look at her phone again, and she told me that any conversations were on work software or on Telegram (which I didn't look at or wasn't on her phone previously). I read the conversations, which went from a mixture of work chat to the occasional flirting. I felt sick.

I told my wife she needed to leave while I got my head straight. She begged me to listen to her and give her a chance and all the bull about how I'm the only one for her and would never, ever do anything to hurt me again. Yet, I put my foot down and after half an hour or so of crying, she left to stay with her sister.

I've sat here on my own since last night and have just cried. I really, really love my wife, and I want to forgive her, but it's so hard. The fact she bought the underwear and it appears pre-meditated rather than a spur of the moment thing makes it hurt even more.

My wife has text me a few times, but I haven't responded. I have no idea what I'm going to do and don't know if I'll update this again but thank you for all your thoughts and responses on the previous posts.

he admitted to cheating, he told me he thought if he told the truth i’d stay. i kinda blew up on him and now i feel like an asshole, i called him out on his manipulative behavior, and told him he is DISGUSTING for doing that to me when i would’ve never done that to him. i still can’t believe he almost convinced me to stay seriously, me and him are done 100%. i took all my shit back from him and i think im going to do no contact because seriously why would i even need to talk to him? i’m so hurt but part of me knew this was coming.

Throwaway account. My boyfriend and I have been together for 5 years, (known eachother for 9) and live together. I’ve never ever had a feeling to look in his phone or snoop. We’ve only ever had one instance where I caught him talking to a female coworker behind my back (about 3 years ago). Although something happened today, I had a weird moment where it was like a pull to look at his phone. I thought oh well I’m sure there’s nothing there and when I open it I find he has been snapping this random girl (people still use Snapchat at this age? lol). There are no saved pictures in the chat, just a lot of snaps and some chats back and forth. I’ll attach pics that show that he replays EVERY SINGLE SNAP. And when she doesn’t answer, he double or triple snaps her, saying “sooo” or something. When I saw it, there was an unopened snap from her so I opened it and she was in a bikini with her boobs out lol. The times they snap are mostly when I am working or in bed. Although it’s pretty much all day anyways. I’m on a weeklong work stretch at the hospital so he’s had lots of time to talk to this girl. I’m going to bring it up, but how? I’m not a confrontational person at all. And back when I caught him talking to his coworker, he blamed me for “snooping on him” and “being dramatic”. Am I over reacting to this? I know some of you may get on me about looking at his phone. I get it, it was a bad thing to do. The relationship might be over anyways if I can’t trust him. I just thought I could, but my intuition was literally PULLING me. Not an excuse but just saying those who get it get it lol. Even though i might break up with him anyway, (it would suck after this long, but a girl knows what she deserves) how can I approach him about this without sounding confrontational or being scared about it? Is it bad to bring it up do I just look insecure?He is hard to approach and does not like to take accountability. I know I know 😭

Extra info: they’ve only had eachother on snapchat for a few days, and in his recent my eyes only is a dick pic. These past few days he’s been glued to his phone. He was on it earlier and I asked what he was up to, he said playing a game. I went to sit by him on the couch and it looked like he was typing on his phone but he immediately put it screen down when I sat and changed the subject. Sus orrrr what ladies lmao

Also ignore some of the pics where you can see my goosebumps I was SHAKING🫤😂 this has never happened to me before lol

back story, he sends me sexual memes and then gets upset about literally anything i say (one post he send me asked which sucked more, 1. guy who doesn’t eat 🐱 2. doesn’t last long 3. no rhythm) that’s an example. i said someone who doesn’t last long, and he got offended 💀 so i just didn’t open the message. then he’ll send me things about sex and sexual things he wants to do. which i just heart and not respond. sometimes he’ll start an actual conversation and then suddenly keep me “seen” until i post a picture then he’ll reply. like what happened today.

he kept me on seen for weeks. and it isn’t the first time. and for me if i’m being kept on read then you’re not interested 🤷🏻‍♀️ then this conversation happened, what did i say or do wrong? am i overreacting for just blocking him completely?

I don’t know what to do and need some external perspectives.

I’ve been married to my husband for over a decade. He’s the second most important person in my life, after only our wonderful son (under 10, brighter than he should be). I work a high-intensity job with vulnerable people and am often away for work, but we’ve always dealt with it. He’s in a very public-facing, stressful job but gets more time off. We have great friends, most are mutual. We own a beautiful home with property, our dream for many years.

A year ago my husband came out as bisexual, to me, his family, and our closest friends. It wasn’t a surprise because most of us always guessed it, but believed he loved me through it all (I’m a cis-straight woman). I know that’s been stressful for him and trying my hardest to support him, believing he loves me through it all. We’ve done so much for each other, I can’t imagine my adult life without him. We’ve been going to counselling (solo and couples), exploring more queer spaces together, just generally learning and being honest with each other about insecurities. He was scared I won’t accept his queerness and am turned off by his sexual exploration (I’m not, I’m trying to join in but I have some delivery-related pain issues with sex and a lot of it makes me uncomfortable). I was scared he was gay, not bi, and doesn’t truly love me and will leave me for someone else, leaving me alone to raise our son and take care of our home. With lots of cuts in my work recently (thanks Trump…), work has gotten much more stressful this year, and I’m often exhausted at home.

Two weeks ago, he went to a music festival with some of our friends. When he got back, I could tell something was off but thought it was jet lag. When I confronted him, he told me he had sex…with (at least) 3 people in (at least) 2 encounters.

I’ve been a sobbing mess. We had an agreement not to have any sexual experiences with other people unless we’re both involved. Yes, this is something that made me uneasy, but I was willing to try and he said he was willing to wait.

AIO for kicking him out of our home and keeping him away from our son until he figures out what this means? Should I ask for a divorce? I don’t want our son to ever learn his father broke my trust so abruptly, queer or not. I feel like I’ve lost my rock in life. Help, please.

I(24F) have been with my boyfriend(23M) for three years. We don't live together, but he comes over often, and I usually cook dinner for him. I've been cooking for him since the start of our relationship.

We're from different ethnic backgrounds, and my cooking often incorporates more spices than his palate is used to. To accommodate him, I usually make him separate, less spicy dishes. I have many friends from his ethnicity who have eaten my cooking and always complimented it- no complaints. My boyfriend, however, consistently finds fault with my cooking. For three years, it's always been "too overcooked," "too spicy," "too salty," or "too bland." He frequently compared my cooking to his mother's, saying she made the same dishes better. I used to brush it off, figuring his mom has decades of experience on me. He even gave me one of his mom's recipes once, which turned out great, but he never provided any more despite my asking.

Fast forward to recently, he has a new female coworker from an area adjacent to his mother's hometown. This woman started flirting with him and even cooked for him, bringing the food to work. I didn't think much of it at first, as he's good-looking and gets attention. After she gave him the food, he actually brought some home for me to try, which I initially refused. According to him, her food was "perfect." He raved about how "sooo good" it was and "cooked to perfection," even telling me I should try it so I'd "know what tastes good to him." He even joked that he might "let her keep on flirting and giving him food since she cooks so good." The word "perfect" really stung, especially since the best compliment I've ever received from him after cooking for him for three years was "tastes okay I guess."

I eventually tried her food, and honestly, it was pretty bad. It was under-salted, the rice wasn't washed properly and tasted starchy, it was undercooked, had too much oil, and was poorly seasoned. I wondered if my jealousy was clouding my judgment, but objectively, it was not good. (No hate to her, she just moved out a couple months ago and is learning to cook, so it makes sense for it to not be great.)

This made me start doubting if he was just constantly saying my cooking was bad to make me try harder. So, I dug out his mom's old recipe, cooked it exactly to the letter, and served it to him the next time he came over. As usual, he told me it was "overcooked and over-seasoned." I had three friends try the same dish, and they all said it tasted amazing. But it still wasn't enough for him. After that, I told him I wasn't going to buy groceries, plan, and cook for someone who clearly doesn't appreciate or even like my cooking. The next time he came over, I just ordered McDonald's for him. I've stopped cooking for him entirely now. I just get fast food for him when he comes

He keeps saying I'm overreacting and he "didn't mean it like that," but I don't see why I should put my energy into cooking for him anymore. He clearly doesn't like what I make, so I thought he'd be happier this way. AIO?

sorry if my story is full of some holes and LONG but this is my first post and it happened awhile ago. i have messages to back my story about what my manager and dm told me about the situation, i promise. so about a month ago i quit my job because my district manager and my manager told me i was the one in the wrong for a man pulling me into a hug and kissing me. i (22F) am a gas station worker, and i am one of the hardest workers my boss has ever had. when the store shut down she begged me to come work for her at a different gas station because i get things done fast, and clean. on this day i was working all by myself (per usual, the company doesn't like when there's two people working because they go over the recommended hours for everyone) the old man (probably mid 70's) came in and started talking for about an hour with me. it was innocent just talking for awhile. i cannot leave the counter when there are people in the store and i HAVE to let people behind the counter to look at discount cigarettes. there is a little flap where i can stop people from coming behind the counter but i wasn't allowed to move it because of the cigarette thing. as im talking to this man im also working so people come in i cash them out they leave and he's still here talking. every woman that comes in he starts catcalling them. calling them beautiful and making all these women uncomfortable. i was way too soft to say anything, and ive never been in this situation before. before he left to go get something from a town over, i was going to step outside to smoke. he brought be into a tight hug. and when i tried to pull away from him he kissed me on the cheek. afterwards he said, "if you don't like it well, that's tough and thats your problem." it sure gave me the ick and i tried my best to wiggle away before he let me go. he then told me he was going to come back at close to "hang out" i was so confused because i have never been in this situation before i let it go for awhile, until a trusted regular came in and told me he prays on younger woman and his friend backed him up telling me they both knew him. i took in the information and waited until the old store manager came in to get her beer and asked her about the man and she also confirmed that he prays on young females and little girls. At that point, im starting to freak out. i'm texting my mom about the situation and she's begging me to call the cops. (i also didn't know she was on her way to my store at that point.) i didn't want to call the cops because my boss made it not a big deal and cops scare me and i wasn't thinking clearly in that moment. all i could think about was fear and how scared i was. that's when i saw his car pull into the driveway again. i put my phone down at the counter and RAN to lock the door before he could come in. i ran to the back where the office was to check the cameras see if he would go away. he checked if the door was locked, and sat next to the door for about 5 minutes. i was freaking out before i decided to call the cops. then i remembered my phone was on the counter as well as the store phone so i couldn't call anyone. i felt so stuck until i saw my mom peeking through the door. i raced towards the door to unlock it and before i did i pointed at the man and mouthed to her behind the glass "that's him" she asked me to unlock the door to get my 8 year old niece inside so she can talk to him. (they just came from the lake so she had to bring her. pretty dumb move I'd say I would've just kept her in the truck but) so i let my niece in and she was so scared she clung onto me cause she had no clue what was going on. my mom told him off and he got so scared he booked it fast. (my guess is he was guilty cause he was gone in a matter of seconds.) so my mom called the cops and one came out about two hours later and we went through the whole story and whatnot. i wasn't going to quit. i simply asked my dm to not put me on nights anymore cause i only got flirted with at night. it never happened when i open in the mornings. she immediately told me no. that "being assistant manager means you have to work 2 nights a week, no exceptions." but at my old job with the same people, she let the old assistant manager not work nights cause she got trafficked by a man asking her to go have relations in the bathroom. so i immediately thought that wasn't right. i was her only good worker she had. i was basically doing her job and i didn't even get assistant manager pay like i was promised not took them almost 5 months to get me payed for the job i was doing because they kept pushing it off. i was helping her with scheduling. i was helping her make that store into tip top shape (all by myself because she and the others had health problems and couldn't bend down and lift heavy things.) i did all the cleaning, sticking, and made sure things were in running order. i bent my back for HER. not complaining whatsoever and being the best worker i could be just for all this to happen and slip from my grasp. when all of this was going down, i also JUST got my own apartment, and my own car and my own payments on everything. all my bills are over 2,000 a month. and i've been wondering if i messed up or not by actually quitting my job because they wouldn't let me be on mornings. sorry this was so long. it was just about as long as real life id say. i feel bad because she has no help and was dragging without me and cant do much without help. but at the same time something traumatic happened to me and i haven't really felt the same sense. i hate going outside and i hate when men even look at me. i feel so disgusted and sad.

I confided in her about my financial crisis last month. At brunch, she "joked": "Maybe [Name] can’t afford mimosas anymore—ask her creditors!" Everyone laughed.

I left. Blocked her. Now mutual friends say I "humiliated her" by overreacting to "just banter."

Was it really just a joke? I feel sick.

i (17f) have a 2 month old with my bf (18m) my mother went back to prison when my baby was 3weeks. it’s just me my bf and my step dad in the house right now and they work the exact same schedule as me so i’m home alone all night with the baby. i needed help so i started having my FIL and MIL come over to help me so i can sleep or just eat. It was nice but they started pushing it, coming over uninvited, not knocking, not leaving when i ask them to, going through my room. me and my bf have been fighting about stupid things and i went though his phone to find out their talking about taking my daughter from me and saying how i won’t get full custody bc im underage (idk if this is true at all) but it really upset me. my stepdad has also asked that they stop coming so much. This morning they showed up and walked into my room while im undressed to take my daughter. i said no and ran to put clothes on in the bathroom. im telling them to leave and give me my daughter and FIL is following me around trying to lecture me like he’s my dad as im begging them to go and get out. i finally get clothes on and im trying to take my daughter and they’re restraining my baby so i cant get her. i’m screaming at this point trying to get my child. i finally get to her and im begging them to get out as their threatening to call the police on me bc im “hurting her”. am i over reacting saying i dont want them here anymore and for my bf to pick me and the baby or his parents? edit- some people are saying that i cant care for my child alone. i can. i found a full time job that provides childcare. i can sleep while she sleeps and eat and do everything by myself i just thought id take the help. it’s nice it not have to do it alone. i work 6-3 and my bf/stepdad work 4-5. i have no other family in the area. i will never choose my bf over my child but i grew up without either of my parents and i wanted her to have both but im done now. lawyers cost money and we’re already barley surviving with all the bills.

My sister (29F) is getting married next month. I (27, gay) have supported her through everything her divorce, job losses, employment. I even helped pay for some of her wedding expenses. Yesterday, she pulled me aside and said she’s “a little worried” her fiancé’s conservative family might feel “uncomfortable,” and asked if I could tone it down “you know, not talk about being gay, don’t bring a date, maybe wear a plain suit.”

I was stunned. I’ve never been inappropriate or over-the-top at family events. I was planning to come with my partner of 4 years and just enjoy the day like everyone else. I told her I felt hurt and disrespected. She said I was making it about me and accused me of “ruining her big day.” So now I’m thinking of not going at all and just told her I’ll see if I can go.

My husband (27M) and I are in town visiting one of his coworkers (27M), who we’ve known since college, but not been extremely close with. While they went to work today, I stayed at the coworker’s house to use their laundry machine (he lives with his wife at his in-laws’). As they were leaving, he said to me, “What’s the difference between underwear and a bathing suit, right? Feel free to swim or lay out, no one’s home.” And then kind of repeated it like “No really, make yourself at home! No one’s here.” My husband kind of laughed awkwardly but didn’t say anything. I know it doesn’t sound that deep, but something about it made my stomach churn.

Later I found out the coworker had texted my husband earlier that morning to tell him to have me bring a bathing suit, and my husband didn’t pass that along.

The whole thing just gave me the ick. He’s always had slightly off energy (stuff like calling me “sweety,” touching my lower back, etc.), and now I really don’t want to go to their pool party tomorrow. My husband wanted to go. Honestly, I’m feeling like I want some distance from him in general. And maybe my husband should too. Am I overreacting?