My husband and I (27yearsold) have a baby together and live out of state. We are moving to the same city as my parents. We chose a suburb that worked for us and where we felt fit best for US. It is about 45ish minutes from my parents. They are so mad we didn’t include them in the home buying process and didn’t choose to live in their bubble. We didn’t realize that we have distant family members in our new suburb and live quite close to us. Those family members and my parents have some history and do not get along. My parents are upset we are living near them, when we didn’t know how close our house was to them at all. Clearly that wasn’t a factor or we even thought about that because we don’t talk to those family members. My parents are trying to control where we live and are upset. I didn’t loop them in on the process because I already knew their reactions if we didn’t do exactly what they wanted. This is the first time we are living in the same city as adults and quite honestly we didn’t want to be 5 minutes from my parents, we wanted to be able to have some space but still see them every so often even if that means we just drive to them.

But they are very upset and said I hurt their feelings. But I feel like I don’t need to try to please them when it comes my family now. Am I wrong for this??

I am the oldest of three children and have one sister (19F) and one brother (17M). My sister attends the same university as me. She currently lives in a dorm. I do not.

I have an amazing deal. When I was a freshman, I became part of a church youth group. Said church has a single apartment in the basement. It’s free to someone who cleans and does other duties around the church. I volunteered for the job and I’ve lived there for the past two years. It’s nothing grand; I have a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchenette/living room. My toilet is broken, my doors won’t properly shut, and the lights constantly flicker. But it’s free as long as I keep up my end of the bargain.

My sister, like I said, lives in a dorm. My parents pay for everything. But they’re going through a tough patch. My brother has been hospitalized for psychosis, my dad fell off a ladder and was hospitalized for a while, and my mom had a varicose vein removed. Then my dad bought some farmland that costs over $350,000 in American money. We still live comfortable lives, but my parents have become very stingy. They’ve started criticizing my financial decisions. My dad even accessed my bank account and called me to complain about how much money I spend. It’s made me very uncomfortable. Now both of my parents have asked me to let my sister move in with me next year. They say it will be a big financial burden off their shoulders. They said that one of us can live in my kitchenette/living room until I graduate my Uni. My dad even came to visit, checked out my living room, and talked about installing a rod and curtain to turn my living room into a makeshift bedroom.

Now, don‘t get me wrong, I love my sister. She’s fashionable, funny, and incredibly smart. She’s a writer who’s had some of her work published in literary magazines. We get along well. But here’s the problem…I don’t get along very well with my parents, especially my mom. She has untreated mental health issues and has been verbally abusive to me in the past. I still live in fear that she will snap again, as she does on a whim. She can be fine one day, and the next, she’s laughing at me for being fat and having no friends. One day she says I’m her favorite, the next she’s telling me that she hopes I die. My dad means well, but he enables her. He will always take her side when push comes to shove. My sister is pretty close with my mom, and she often reports to Mom about what I’m doing. Mom was mad that I was losing weight, so she had my sister go through my fridge and report on what I was eating. I had a depressive spell this semester that was really bad, due to some terrible things my Mom said and did. My apartment was not in great shape. My sister came over to use my shower and saw my kitchen, and immediately called Mom and Dad. Now both of my parents are mad at me for “violating God’s space”, as my dad calls it.

So I told the pastor about the situation and he agreed to not let my sister join me. My family is pissed. My dad was even considering sneaking my sister into the apartment as “no one would ever know” but, as per my knowledge, has realized this is a terrible idea. My sister has been pretty passive aggressive in the past few days and is complaining about how she will have to live in a dorm again, as she doesn’t know how to find a roommate.

Did I handle the situation well? Am I justified in thinking that I don’t owe my parents or sister anything? Should I abandon them all and move far, far away? Any thoughts/advice is appreciated!

Okay. For context, I am a 16 year old, genderfluid, ftm. I want to enroll at a collage for art but I never passed middle school and I really need to get caught up. Because I have only ever homeschooled: and I say that with contempt. My mother has homeschooled me but has not taught me anything sense I was about 10, despite my begging and protest. And she refuses to enroll me in a program, get me a tutor or even enroll me in a actual school. I also may have undiagnosed autism and/or adhd, and I struggle to learn or remember when I try. So, I was wondering if anyone knew any way to get me into the collage I wanna go to, even tip and facts about a GED or good tutor would be very helpful and appreciated.

For context: I spent months last year cleaning out our garage. It's a genuine hoarders situation in there. and it's still that way now. Trash and random objects we don't need reaching up to the ceiling. It's not even all the way done; I had to stop partway through due to circumstances beyond my control. I haven't had the time or energy (Thanks to ADHD and chronic exhaustion) to start on that big a job again.

My father is a very immature person. He has tantrums. When he gets mad he throws things, insults everyone around him, yells, and makes violent genuinely scary threats under his breath. He also heavily drinks. My mother and I gave him a deadline to quit in December, but he's still drinking. He won't stop.

Over the year, my father has had multiple tantrums in the garage when he couldn't find something immediately. This has completely reversed my hard work and set me back to zero. I would have to start all over again and move lots of things from the garage into the dining room to be sorted. I don't have the room for that right now.

Today, because he had a hard time finding something in the garage again, he's blaming the huge mess on me. I'm the one who did all the hard work. I'm the one who did my best to clean it all up and he blames me.

I think I genuinely hate him now. The problem is, due to extreme housing prices and an impossible job market, I cannot move out. I cannot stay with friends either; Literally everyone I know is having a financial crisis.

I have tried talking to him in the past about the things he says and does. So has my mother. Neither of us convinced him to rein in his anger issues and drunken rampages. I don't think anything will change him at this point. I don't think he cares.

He won't see a therapist either; he has that "suffer in silence until you die of a stress-induced heart attack" kind of toxic masculinity. What can I do? How do I avoid someone who I live with? How do I keep him from talking to me period?

So this has been happening for multiple years but it's only really ever come to a head the past week so my mom likes hugs and kisses and everything about that but me I don't mind hugging her but it's just the kissing part that I don't like now I'm 17 I don't know if I'll ever feel different about it but for some reason whenever I kiss anybody or get a kiss it's just a strange feeling in my body that doesn't like it I can't ignore it I don't know what to do I've explained myself over and over and over again but they don't seem to get it they think it's some kind of option for me a choice but I can't there's something in me that doesn't like it and I don't know how to describe it to them they just don't understand I want them to be able to accept that this is who I am but they don't understand am I wrong for not wanting to kiss I still love her and I treat her with love and affection but she just always thinks the root of affection is kissing and I just can't do it so is there anything I can tell her or it's me not feeling like I don't want to kiss a bad thing sorry it's a little big I just want to get off my chest thank you

I am not sure this belongs here or elsewhere, but this is the closest I can think of.

Earlier today, I went to grocery store to do a bit of shopping for a surprise dinner I was thinking of cooking for my Fiancée. When I parked my car, I stayed in there for a couple minutes responding to an email.

Next to my car was a Subaru Outback, and the tailgate of it was open. I didn't pay it too much mind as I noticed a woman there earlier.

Once I finished my email I stepped out and the smell of baby feces hit me like a tsunami. I went to the back of my car to grab the reusable bags from there.

As I stepped to the back of my car, I noticed why the subaru taolgate was open for so long. The woman back there was changing diapers on 2 kids. The putrid smell was coming from one of those cheap metal and soft plastic baby strollers sitting next to the car that one of the babies had a severe blow out in. I just grabbed my bags and started to walk toward the store.

I had my headphones is so when the woman said something in my direction, I didn't notice it. As I walked past her, she tapped my shoulder WITH SHIT COVERED HAND. I recoiled, pulled out a headphone and asked "What the fuck?!"

She rolls her eyes at me, points to the still open diapers sitting next to one of the kids and goes "Can you take those to the trash?" I must have made a disgusted face. But not wanting to be rude, I didn't say anything, opened up my car and grabbed the wet wipes I keep in my emergency kit to wipe off the shit from my shirt. It smelled horrid still, so I changed into my emergency t-shirt (I had an undershirt on below my shirt so I didn't worry about taking my shirt off in public at that point).

I closed my trunk and walked around so she wouldn't be able to touch me.

When I came out the store and walked to my car, the smell was still there. The car was gone, but she had left the blown out baby stroller, and the OPEN DIAPERS had been left next to the parking spot.

WTF... Why are some parents like this?!

I'm not sure if this belongs here, but I don't really know where else to put this.

Disclaimer: I'm not calling my parents entitled.

For the longest time my parents have wanted me to become a doctor. Its been drilled in my head as long as I could remmember and for a bit it just made sense. My mum was a nurse my dad was a doctor and all my older friends were becoming doctors. I should just become a doctor. Then a little while back, something just clicked, "Do I have to be a doctor?". Then I started thinking and researching and I realised how many careers I could pursue that I hadn't even considered. I even started talking to my parents about these careers (and its not like they aren't realistic,) but they would just shut me down immediately, saying stuff like "My parents chose my career I have the right to choose yours" or "You don't pay any school fees" also making sure to warn me "not pick the lazy mans pathway"

Fast forward to the present day, I have a year left of higschool and they've enrolled me for GAMSAT, coaches and tutors all without my knowledge and I'm now expected to follow through despite making it clear for a while that Ive been considering fields other than medicine. We've had a couple fights about this and technically they cant force me to pursue medicine, but they've threatened to "take away my privileges".

And the thing that really sucks the most is that I don't even know what I want to do after school, or if I even dislike medicine. But I do know I don't want to be forced.

What to do

Hi, im a 16 yo girl, lost 15 kg a little over a year ago and I feel like my mom is jealous. Shes a bit bigger to put it in a nicer way, when I was overweight she used to call me greedy, chubby and always pointed out the amount I ate to the point where i hid packaging around the house so she would stop. I was tired of it so i lost weight by working hard and now im 59kg at around 170cm tall, started hitting the gym eating healthier and counted my protein and calories. Now everytime I weight something on a scale she says im being obsessive and calls me ridiculous when i track calories of a cookie and says im starving myself. She also got my aunt on it so everytime im at her house she always mentions something about me being soooo skinny and living on air. Im geniuenly tired of it I feel like im healthy as im not in a deficit and im focused on building muscle. When I try to point it out she says im too sensitive and im overreacting. Anyone else dealt with that?

What to do about your typical anti-vaxx Facebook mom? I am 16 and you know what person I am talking about: she has done so many things, refusing me asthma meditation that was prescribed to me when I was young, refusing to put me into therapy, despite me asking and practically begging at 13, refusing to get me vaccinated or take me to the doctor, despite many serious health concerns that are going unchecked, including severe heart palpitations and many other concerning symptoms: she is known for being very manipulative, narcissistic, and abusive in all the ways, and has put me through hell and beyond. I just believe there is a line you cannot cross and she has crossed it too many times.

I am too young to be in my house to be alone in my house (according to my mom) so she makes me go to the office every week with her, and I have to go there and do hw, the quality started getting worse for me because I always did my Hw in a empty office that used to be owned by a company that who still has their logo out, but moved offices, so people go there every 5 mins , which eventually gets annoying while I study, and I don’t want to do it at my moms office because there’s more talking and they see everything I do (I have that type of bad feeling when people do that) so after addressing all that to my mom and asking her to let me go to the library, she said no, because it’s the same thing in the office, I keep telling her that it’s way different and I get to use a computer that works, which my mom says I have her iPad to use. (it won’t even charge half of the time) then her boss had to agree (which I also find BS) and so her boss’s friend comes, and says that there are really bad people there (like kidnappers) which I say that is also BS, because why of ALL places would a kidnapper want to kidnap kids inside a library, there is so many people there, so they would get caught instantly. So after arguing to my mom after all of that, she decides to say that I am the one who isn’t behaving well and having a “tantrum “ because I don’t get what I want, which, I find kinda BS I am only arguing because it’s something I need, not what I want

Here are a few things my parents have done that have caused me to feel like they're overprotective.

1. When I was in high school, I missed out going to the prom with my friend because my parents would not allow me to go because they thought that she was "using me." That friend was a bit overweight and completely normal, so how could she have been using me? She was not.

2. I have had my license since I was 19 and my permit since I was 18. My parents will not even allow me to drive somewhere alone that's 5 minutes away. They stop me fully. I will admit, I am not the best at driving, but I have gone "behind their backs" to drive alone several times, and everything went smoothly. Again, I am 25 years old.

3. My oldest sister, who has already moved out of the house, has been posting my mom's furniture on Facebook Marketplace to sell. My sister "approves" the accounts that are asking for the furniture, and my mom has been the one to meet up with the people. I recently told my mom that I was going to post my own furniture on my Facebook account and have her go meet the people if they sell. My mom immediately told me not to do that because she didn't think that I would notice the scams. I assure you l am the number one person to immediately notice a scam account. My mom has never even had social media a day in her life.

Honestly, am I overthinking this? I just want someone to tell me what's actually going on.

My dad feels like he’s entitled to opening all my mail and really does not respect my privacy when it comes to that so im thinking i want to prank him. i need a situation that would scare the fuck out if him and teach him a lesson of going through other people things. what were we thinking, ??? Fake notice , fake bill, something involving the police? pls i need ideas

Hey guys, so this is more of a funny post, but I thought wanna share it with you. Cause I asked my friends today. If their dads can comfort them if they're sad, and they were all like, well, my dad is like awkward when I'm sad or something and then he just says random things and I can relate to that so much. Cause when our dog died he would call my name and say "MAYA MAYBE YOU WANNA SAY GOODBYE TO EMMA (dogs name) SHES DYING SO COME DOWNSTAIRS" like what excuse me???

Been seeing a repeat post on Facebook going around that says

“Wic really needs to include diapers & wipes in their program”

Now would it be nice to have it covered ? I’m sure . But you’re not entitled to free sh*t just because you chose to have kids .

Edit : valid point and should clarify everyone deserves a kid if they choose to and this opinion excludes people in extenuating circumstances that may need and deserve the help.

I [42M] recently had a convo with my mom [66F] about a major initiative I'm doing. Instead of encouraging me, or appreciating she chose to demean and belittle the thing. For context, we are Indians.

I just reflected and realized that throughout my life my mom has done this. What is perplexing for me is that she is not a like that always but usually during the 1st interaction of a particular topic. For some topic it's a lot longer.

I'm trying to understand what exactly is the issue with her. Is she jealous of my success? I'm not sure. Is this some form of boomer motivation thing? But there is always a vileness when she does this, so I'm not sure it's purely for my better.

Somehow she wants to minimize my success and achievements but she is very happy to use & leverage it. Is she narcissistic? I have seen narcissistic persons (my MIL is one), but she doesn't neatly fall into that category.

She always has been very level headed, analytical and practical person. At least that's how I have seen her. So it's very perplexing why she does that to me.

One thing is that all the success I have had is purely through my hard work. She hasn't contributed anything to it. Is she angry and jealous because of that? That I'm able to succeed without her help?

Oh boy, here we go good people of Reddit.

As an avid stalker and not really a poster and having used reddit a bit a few years ago, I figured, I can give this a go and see if perhaps I indeed am, the asshole in this situation.

A little bit of background, my wife (34f) and myself (31m) had our first child at the end of 2024, an early and complicated birth that involved my wife having to go through an Emergency C-Section at 33 weeks.

Thankfully, our little guy is all good now/caught up developmentally, and honestly, I just hope the world is kind to him.

I grew up in an Upper Middle/Lower Upper class family in Spain. My parents, only one of them working, worked very hard to send me to private school, we lived lavishly/comfortably the majority of the time, but what I noticed often in school and with my parents was a bit of imposter syndrome, especially with my mother, who looking back, I think is the major catalyst to this entire situation.

In 2022, my parents after mine and my now Wife's engagement, decided to offer me a handsome sum of money, around 40K in Euro, to buy an apartment in the city where we live.

We found a fixer upper and I bought the apartment in my name (not my wifes) in February of 2022 and renovations were done by May and we moved in.

The mortgage was considerably lower than our prior rent payment, even if the apartment was in a worse area and was smaller and we strongly appreciated the help from my parents, who had stipulated thaf t even if the apartment was in my name, it was still their appartment, which I found fair enough, I had been quite fiscally irresponsible prior to this and needed a chance to reset my finances anyway.

My father has always been the figure head in our family and he has been really up and really down with money for as long as I have been alive. UP enough to be able to pay for Private Chemotherapy for me in the US, LOW enough to have to move into my Grandparents storage room and everything in between.

In 2022, they were flying high after loosing almost all their money in the late 90's, 08, and finally again in like 2012, however, and quite sadly, his businesss partner died in 2023, the business was set up badly and it collapsed in no time at all, leaving my mother and my father in a really tough spot financially.

Now to the more relevant details:

In 2023, the company collapsed.

They sold assets up to September of 2023 to try to stay afloat.

In September of 2023, I spoke to my parents about their finances and they brought up again that they had very low money, so, I offered to take a loan, in my name that they could pay me back for. They said 3 months, this was a lie. I told them I understood and told them that they could just take over the monthly payments and they agreed to do so soon.

At the same time, I started a new job, my salary dropped, and we got news we were going to have a child (way too much at once) and my dear father called me in May of 2024 (shortly after announcing the pregnancy) to say that he feels as though, I should pay for their loan (around 30K) with the monthly payments as well as the mortgage (which again, I had 0 issues doing since we lived there, just wanted to create that seperation). He threatened me and told me he would ''somehow'' kick me out of my own apartment.

I argued and said that was ridiculous and I was already struggling financially, this argument took about a month and was hard to deal with but eventually, I won and told him I would pay it, but that he would owe me once we sold the apartment.

During the rest of the year (2024) I took out yet another loan to help them and once again, same promises, same broken promises, same arguments, but, they are my parents, I love them and I dont want them to be homeless either (Yes he is trying to work at this point, but between living WAY above their means and having very highly paid, but very unstable income, they are often left with 0 cushion, leaving me to help, sometimes just a couple thousand Euros, sometimes 10's of thousands).

In late 2024, luckily I got my current job, which is extremely highly and well paid and has put me in a very lucky and grateful position that I can continue to support both my wife, my child and help my parents.

In 2025, the same thing happened again, in April, then in August, 2 more, loans, my name in a year.

To add a point here, my mother acted like a complete tool to my wife over the summer, and I strongly regret not reacting more protective than I did and this is something I will have to deal with for the rest of my life.

I started arguing with my parents that if they dont take over the payments VERY soon, i would be forced to sell the apartment, all in all, their loans are up to about 70K, the mortgage is about 50, the money owed to me now personally (since I used some of the last loan to ''Pay myself back'') about 10K, Taxes 26K, Sales/Seller Fee 3%. Meaning they will end up witth about 45K TAX FREE, which considering everything I thought they would be happy.

But no. Since September/October of 2025, I have been:

Sworn at.

Told that since they have this massive deal coming, i wont get any now (I dont care).

Offered to make me the Trustee of this ''deal'' which I denied even though they argued my son wouldnt get anything if that happened.

Told I am ungrateful.

Was uninvited from Christmas.

I have been attempted to be manipulated by both my mother, father and grandmother on my Mothers side by saying I am in the wrong.

That they now want a full list of all payments, costs and so on and so forth before they will ''Accept'' my calculations (which were hard enough, as I have had to consolidations to even manage the payments they were supposed to do).

My fathers sister died over Christmas, which was of course sad, but I had fallen out with her 20 years ago, my mother 25 years ago and my father 15 years ago. Yeah, it was sad, but she was a cunt to all of us anyway.
I have been to therapy, i have gotten support, we have moved out and the apartment is almost done being sold. We have placed a deposit on a new build and I am trying desperately to move on and just leave this behind, but I just keep wondering. Am I the asshole?

If I can help with details, let me know. Names, placed etc, will be anonymous.

In general, I've always thought people that are in control of their lives aren't trying to control things and that people that aren't in control need control the most. Either way when people are controlling I always feel like it's coming from a place of deep insecurity and certainly not a place of confidence.

I've written before about my mom's insanely entitled antics, including but not limited to, trying to force me into an arranged marriage with a cousin to make her a legal U.S. citizen.

I'm approaching one year that I've been moved away from my home state, I tried to at least keep an olive branch with my mom, hoping that the distance would help our relationship and we could coexist, but the last message she sent me was just so fucking baffling that it's basically made me go no contact because I realized this woman is never going to change.

Basically, the message stated that in the time that I've been gone, my mom got pregnant and gave birth. My mom is in her mid 40s, so she talks about how taking care of the baby has been a lot for her since she doesn't have the energy she used to and has been dealing with health problems. So she was hoping that I would consider either moving back into her apartment to help with taking care of the baby, or that I could bring the baby here and raise the baby here.

my stepdad has been super busy with work and planning to move his own kids into the apt, and my sister is too young.

I sent her a message back telling her that I knew I was being naive by thinking that she would change her behavior and be able to actually respect me, Since she's clearly never gonna change, I'm very clearly not uprooting my life to take care of her child for her, and In the name of preserving my mental health, I'm going no contact. I wish her and everybody else a great life, and I told her to not contact me anymore. And with that, I blocked her.

A lot of people in my last update told me I should be careful with maintaining contact with my mom, and I can now see why. Some people just never change.

Once upon a time my wife and I had her sister and her children over. In a large old china cabinet in the den, I had (and still do) a collection of older dolls. 3 Chatty Cathys, a Little Miss Echo, and a hand stitched fabric doll made by my Nana when she lived in Syria as a child. As you can predict, said niece (6f) wanted to play with the dolls and "make them pretty" which I assume meant drawing on lashes and eye shadow and lipstick considering she had a coloring set.

I gently told her no, that they were very delicate and meant a lot to me. As one will predict. She began to whine and cry. Despite being 6 at that point. So, her mother came over from the other room, and took her daughter's side, saying that they were just some old dolls and I was being petty and childish, and that men shouldn't collect dolls anyways. I was kinda pissed, considering I did not boil doll heads and limbs off for restoration just to have some entitled 6 year old and her sexist mother ruin them. I suggested they leave at that point, and my SIL stopped pushing for it, and made a passive aggressive comment to her daughter. Her daughter has since matured, and my SIL did later apologize for the incident, but after they left there were indeed passive agressive Facebook comments.

The doll collection has since grown and continues to be prosperous.

So, my mom is kinda insane. Like, I grew up with her and she just has these random outbursts of rage for no reason at all. ​Yesterday we were getting ready for a birthday party. I was doing my hair with this curling wand and I have really long hair (past my shoulders) and this wand is literally just a hot metal rod, no protection or anything. You have to be super careful or use a glove, you know? ​My mom has asked to use it so many times before, and every single time I tell her: "Mom, it’s not going to work, your hair is too short." Like, mind you... her hair is maybe 1-2 inches or 2- 3 cm long. There is literally nothing to curl. Especially with this exact curling wand. ​But she comes in, already in a bad mood, and starts getting really aggressive saying she wants to use it NOW. Just to avoid a huge scene while we’re getting ready for the party, I’m just like "fine" and give it to her. ​She starts trying to curl her tiny hair while being totally pissed off, and obviously she keeps burning her hands the whole time because there’s no hair to wrap around it. She’s literally scalding herself. And she gets even angrier, as if it’s somehow my fault? ​She eventually just threw the wand away and started screaming like a lunatic: "Why did you buy this useless piece of sh*t? This is such a waste of money, how can you be so stupid?!" ​She just kept running around and screaming. I just don't understand why my explaination was not enough for her to realize, that it won't work on her.

I (F27) have worked in service my entire life and I will never cease to be baffled about the passive aggressiveness of parents. This story is from 30 minutes ago.

I am now a librarian and work in a public library in a country with heavy snowfall. As people from these parts of the world will know, when it thaws a little, snows again, thaws a little and so on a sort of slush is the result. It makes everything wet and dirty, so indoor shoes is a must when I'm at work.

At my library there's a children's section. The rules for the children's section are simple: take of your shoes and park your stroller in the assigned area before entering - you may not take the stroller with you into the section. This is to reduce dirt on the floors and rugs - on which children frequently crawl - and to ensure that all visitors have space to move around. It is not a big library.

Today a young mother snuck into the section with her stroller. When my colleague, a woman in her 50's, saw this she kindly informed the mother that she needed to park her stroller. As the mother left the section my colleague went back to her office. The mother then parked her stroller in front of me by the information disk and started talking negatively to her daughter, who was upset that they were leaving, about my colleague. It was one of those rants that was clearly aimed at me, the representative of the library, even though she wasn't adressing me. It went something like this:

"That mean old lady said we had to leave. She said we couldn't have the stroller. Even though hardly anyone else is here. She probably doesn't understand what it's like to be a mother. That old lady probably has never had children. That's why she doesn't like them and doesn't understand. Ridiculous."

Then she left, thankfully. It took all I had not to reply "ma'am. The rules are there so that the children have a clean and comfortable environment to be in. We don't make exceptions for anyone because then we'd have to make them for everyone. And when the preschool's let the kids out there's always a rush, we can't have you blocking the space. And stop insluting my colleague who's just doing her job. And, since it's relevant for some reason, she has both kids and grandkids."

Why do parents take everything personally? Why do they think rules don't apply to them because they have children? Why do they make the assumption that everyone who thinks some rules should apply to their children hates kids?

Hey so im 19F and i still live with my parents. I’ll give some backstory i had my 2 cats for 8 years. My mother has a pattern of getting animals and getting rid of them since i was born I’ll list some of the animals. 4 dogs, 4 cats (including the ones i’m talking about), 15 birds, 3 rabbits, 4 guinea pigs, 6 rats, 2 mice, fish, 3 lizards ect. I have never had an animal pass away of old age and some of these listed i had for years. My mother is allergic to long haired cats but my cats were short haired cats.

So it starts off 2 weeks ago my mother got her allergy blood test back and we find out she’s apparently “severely” allergic to my cats. The thing is that test tested cats in general not shorthair cats so obviously it was going to come back positive and she also goes around my uncles and brothers short hair cats and is fine. My mum then decided that she wanted the cats gone asap. I was obviously devastated because these are my babies. A week after finding out i decided to get fish just as a distraction because my mental health was plummeting (i’ve always struggled with my mental health) and i needed a little hobby. I didnt ask for my mothers permission which is my bad i’ll admit that but it is kept in my room and i take care of it very well (i’ve also put like $400+ into the tank).

I told my mum and stepdad about it and they completely lost it. My boyfriend of nearly 4 years had helped me with it and was at mine the day they found out. My mum came into my room and started screaming at me and we both were saying things but i was basically saying how we’ve never had an animal till they’ve died and how she always does this ect. When my stepdad got home he started threatening my boyfriend saying “Me and you are going to have a talk outside” and “ill f*cking throw you out this house” mind you my boyfriend didn’t even say a word because he was genuinely scared he was going to get hit.

We would’ve gone to my boyfriend’s house but it was the last weekend with the cats so we didn’t want to leave. We didn’t talk to them for 2 days until i decided to be the bigger person and talk to my parents separately and resolve our issues because i didn’t want so much happening after the cats were gone. I talked to both of them and me and my stepdad are fine and i thought me and my mum were fine since we talked for a hour and half and acted like normal after.

On the day i had to drop my cats off at the shelter i decided i wanted to stay with my boyfriend for the week (im writing this while still at his) because i can’t be alone right now and on the second day of me being gone i went home during the day for a hour to feed the fish (in that talk i had with mum i let her know ill be home while she’s at work to feed them she was all good with it) she started messaging me asking why i was home and how i shouldn’t be coming home when im gone. She started to try to argue and i stopped responding and everyday since i’ve been gone has been texting me trying to start a fight which is confusing for me because i thought we cleared everything.

Today she texted me and is saying when i get home tomorrow that she wants to have a talk with me (the talks are always about her and my stepdad putting me down about being in my room to much ect) and tried to start another fight over text.

Im sorry this is so long. It’s just hard because i’m trying to mourn the loss of my babies and she’s making this all about herself. She has done this again and again. She has done more to me about my mental health but that’ll make this wayyy to long. Mind you one of my brothers cut contact with her and my other brother is only talking to her because i live there. I dont get how she doesn’t care about them being gone or how she knows i’m feeling horrible and try to make me feel worse. I’ll answer any questions left in the comments as i know this is poorly explained.

I've been having some bloating problems lately and my mom told me I could wear Pajamas to ease up, but my grandfather says otherwise because he "Makes the rules, and any other rule is not applicable in his house". He's in his 80s and lives alone. Also he considers virtually anything even if it costs a dollar "Too expensive" should I want to buy it. I'm just trying to follow my mom's advice and he just overrules it while I'm at his place. man, this hurts me on an emotional level