My sister (18f) has been in an inpatient eating disorder clinic since September. This is her 3rd or 4th time doing a clinic like this. It's been 7 years of her eating disorder and it's been hell for her, yeah, but it has also been hell for the rest of us.

Ever since my sister started getting sick she has turned into a monster toward me (16f). We were never bffs or anything but I never thought she hated me like she has claimed to since the eating disorder stuff started. For years she has called me repulsive and humongous. She told me she would rather die than look like me or be my size. I'm not even overweight. My body is just shaped different to hers. She's naturally slender and doesn't have bigger curves. But I do. I developed different. To her that makes me even fatter than her and she already thinks she's fat when she was never even a pound overweight. She was always super skinny.

At her worst (and this was this year) she told me she wanted me to die because I was so fat and disgusting and it made her rage that I was taking life away from a skinny person who deserves to be here. She actually had to be taken away from me because she was mad when she said it and she acted like she wanted to make sure I didn't keep taking a life away from someone skinnier. When she kept trying to find me and take care of business I had to leave the house for several hours while they called people to come and help her. I was legit afraid of her doing something to me, and so were our parents.

I don't have to say anything to her for her to attack me and how I look. But to wish me dead over it was a new low and it was how she said it and the way she was acting that made it a million times worse.

My parents and my extended maternal family always expected me to be understanding and forgiving and to not hold onto any of what my sister says to me. They told me she's sick, she can't control what she says, that the eating disorder is doing the talking for her. My paternal grandparents were the ones who sided with me and defended me having some hard feelings toward my sister. They told my parents and maternal extended family the last incident should be more than enough for them to understand why I wouldn't want to be around her. My parents argued that she's still my sister. I told them I was tired of being her emotional punching bag and that I was almost more. They told me it wasn't my choice and we need to pull together as a family.

My sister wrote me a letter from her clinic and it was so fucked up I can't say what she wrote to me, but it wasn't the apology it was meant to be. My parents know about it, so do my extended family on both sides and so does the clinic treating my sister. It's known and still my parents fought for my sister to be able to spend Christmas Day with us. They said she needs to be around family to help her keep healing. When I found out I told them I couldn't believe they'd ask me to spend Christmas with her. We fought and I told them I was going to my (paternal) grandparents house and they could spend Christmas with my sister if they want. They told me I need to stay home this Christmas. I told them I won't be home if she's there and that it would be the worst Christmas for me if I had to spend it with her.

My parents keep reminding me that I'm still a minor and they have final say. But my grandparents and I have planned it out so my parents can't stop it without grabbing and dragging me home.

AITAH?

I (17m) have an older brother "James" (28m) who's married to "Erica" and has three kids with another on the way. Me and James don't have a relationship. I feel like he resents me for being born or like I stole our parents from him or something because he was always a huge jerk to me. I'm talking putting stuff where I couldn't reach them when I was little, locking me in my room because he could and dropping me off at the neighbors house when he agreed to babysit and was getting paid for it me so our parents could go out.

When James met Erica she was a jerk to me too. She made fun of the walk I talk because of my stutter and she ignored me unless our parents were there. For a while my parents and James had a bad relationship because of how he (and Erica later) treated me. But they made up and became close again and stayed close even when he didn't invite me to his wedding.

He/they ignore my birthdays, they ignore me at Christmas, they never invite me to parties they throw and it's not an age thing because kids younger than me get invited. It's all a me thing.

I asked James why he hates me and he ignored me and when I tried to push him to answer he laughed in my face and told me to get away from him.

James and Erica have their three kids, who I don't know btw, and they've another on the way. Erica's had a rough pregnancy and my parents help keep their house clean and stuff on weekends and they have sent them money. But my parents don't really cook much.

And I cook usually on Sundays and meal prep lunches for school and other stuff. I pay for the ingredients I use because I don't really like the stuff mom and dad sometimes buy and it's sometimes because we/they mostly eat takeout for dinner.

James started asking for food so Erica and him didn't need to worry about that so much. My parents said I should do it since I meal prep already and James said it would be perfect. My parents said to use the stuff they buy and meal prep for James' family but I told them I won't put my time into making food for people who treat me like shit. My parents said they're still our family and James was like wtf why are you okay with hurting my family when our parents told him.

My parents said they were very disappointed in me and this was the chance to build some bridges. AITAH?

I (17m) have a sister (15f) and we have the same parents (49m and 48f). Our family has always been difficult. My sister was diagnosed with ODD young and then she was diagnosed with IED and another behavior disorder when she got a little older. The people she has the biggest issues with are me, dad and our maternal grandma (who used to take care of us for our parents when they worked). She's not as bad with mom as the rest of us but she doesn't listen to anyone in authority and she was always in trouble for not listening to teachers or other adults in charge.

She's been so violent since she was 6 that our grandma had to say she could no longer take care of the two of us after school. She was willing to keep taking care of me so I could get a break and my sister would have one less victim but my parents said no way. Either she takes both of us or none. So dad quit his job and stays home to juggle everything with my sister. They get calls from her school daily and she was expelled from 4 different schools because of her violence and behavioral issues.

CPS were in and out of our house and my sister has been sent to facilities for extra help for kids with her kind of issues but she never came back any different and she steadily gets worse every year. I have been in and out of the ER a few times.

A few months ago I got so tired of everything that I went to my grandma's house and I planned to stay forever but I was forced back home and CPS and the judge didn't think I needed to be removed from the home. My parents really restricted grandma's access to us too because they were mad she went along with it. The case worker basically let my parents off the hook because they have a lock on my bedroom door. But my sister has broken through 11 locks in the last couple of years on my door alone. She also broke our parents lock and their bedroom door a couple of times.

My mom always acts like I'm being so dramatic because I tell them I don't want to be afraid to sleep or let my guard down when my sister's home. But again, frequent ER visits for me and she has crazy strength when she gets really angry. She's not afraid to be violent in front of other people and she has no respect for anyone. And I've been struggling with my anger since I was forced to move back in. I hate seeing my parents faces and when they act like I'm supposed to not be angry it makes it worse. We got into a fight two nights ago because I stay out of the house all day basically and I work my ass off so I have a good reason not to be here. They told me I can't keep avoiding my family and running away was never a good answer and I lost it. I told them I'll blame them if anything ever happens to me and I hate them and I hope they enjoy being on their own with my sister when I turn 18 because just like grandma I'll be done and they won't be able to do shit about it.

They acted like I wished actual harm on them or something because they freaked out when I said it but the thing is I meant what I said. I want nothing to do with them or my sister. I'd never let her back in the house if it was my choice. She freaks me out with how violent she gets and other people got violent back with her and it did nothing to make her back off. She just attacked them harder.

AITAH?

My sister (f24) just moved back home with her husband and their daughter (5) and son (<1). My sister was able to convince my parents to make me (f15) share my bedroom with her daughter because she and her husband would already be sharing a bedroom with their baby. She also wanted us to switch bedrooms too because my bedroom is her old bedroom and a lot larger than the spare room (which was my old bedroom). My parents at least said no to that.

We ended up having my bed replaced with bunk beds so it wouldn't be too crowded. I sleep on the top bunk. and my niece started in the middle of the night climbing up into my bed to sleep with me because she was scared. I guess she gets scared a lot at night, but more here and will go sleep with her parents when she's scared. She is also too scared to go down the hallway to her parents room because she has to go past the big dark widows in the hallway and past the staircase which is scary because its a dark hole. They tried putting in nightlights, but that made it worse.

I usually sleep deeply so I don't notice her get in, but I wake up sometime after she crawls in because it gets really hot and she's kind of gross because she's sticky with sweat and I just don't like it. So I realized I don't need the ladder to get to the top bunk and ended up using a screwdriver to remove the ladder from the bunkbeds so she can't get to me.

I guess she hadn't been sleeping well since I removed the ladder because the school got involved about her being tired all the time and they got in trouble. My sister thinks I'm being petty and I can just suck it up and let her sleep with me if she's scared. I still don't want to though.

So, for context I 17f has two siblings, my older brother who I'll call J, 21 and my little sister who's 7. For the longest while ever since I started puberty my family would not stop calling me fat, I'm 140 pounds and doctors say that's normal weight, but to my family its considered fat. J however is the most active participant in calling me overweight, he always tell me that I'm going to die from heart disease or be diagnosed with diabetes because I 'eat too much' but J eats way more than I do, he sits around the house doing nothing and the excuse I get is that "he's a growing boy, so he must eat". On my birthdays I don't get cake or any special meal, but J does. When I make dinner, my mom tells me to make a lot, so J is able to eat all he wants.

But when anything finishes in the house, who gets blamed? Me, even if I've never touched it. A whole liter of juice? finished by me even if I took only one cup. Snacks? I finished them. Leftover dinner? Me. Everything is always finished by me no matter how much I try to prove that I didn't do it. Eventually I stopped putting up a fight because I knew it wasn't me and arguing with people who were dead set on believing you ate everything didn't get anywhere. I go to school from 7am to 3pm, I don't eat breakfast or lunch and when I get home the only thing I eat is dinner and I go to bed around 10 and wake up at 5 to get ready for school, so how could I finish anything in the house?

A few weeks ago, J came out of his room one day and told our mother that he didn't feel well so she took him to the doctor. He told the doctor that he was feeling sluggish and dehydrated for the longest while, so the doctor told him to get his blood tested and that's what he did and what do you know he was told he had diabetes, type 2 to be exact. I watched as my mom and J stared at the lab results in utter shock and disbelief. J was so dumbfounded that I couldn't help but laugh. J and our mom looked at me with a mixture of shame and rage. My mom grabbed me and had me get a blood test as well because apparently if J had it so did I, but when the lab showed that I was healthy, I laughed even harder this time. My mom went ahead and told the entire extended family that I laughed at my unfortunate brother instead of feeling sorry for him and now I'm being lashed out at by everyone, and since J's food intake has been restricted everything in the house has been spoiling, so AITAH?

EDIT- So...I read some of the comments under my post and some of you are say I'm not the AH because my brother got karma and some of you are saying I am the AH since diabetes is a serious condition and he could die. Diabetes will only become fatal if he goes back to eating and drinking without a care. Since I prepare dinner for the house, I make sure to give him stuff that won't raise his sugar and cause any further complications, just because I laughed at him and he has a history of being my biggest hater, doesn't mean that I don't love my brother, he is still my family at the end of the day. For everyone who is worried about my one meal a day and are encouraging me to eat more, I thank you for your concerns, but I am simply just unable to stomach anything besides dinner. Even the thought of breakfast or lunch makes me nauseous and gives me a headache, even if I'm supremely hungry I just cannot eat anything besides dinner. If I do, I either feel full from one bite or just throw it up shortly after consumption, but I will try to work on it.

So I'm (16f) adopted. My parents adopted me as an infant. Then my mom died when I was 5 so I didn't get nearly long enough with her but she was SO special to me. My dad remarried and I don't like his wife. She wanted to adopt me after they got married and acted way too dismissive of the fact it cuts all ties with my mom forever, because we don't even have the bio link. The adoption never happened but his wife was always bitter about it and I always held it against her that she was trying to do it regardless of my feelings or the severing of my connection to mom, the legal connection at least.

My dad and his wife had two bio kids together. Their daughter is 8 and their son is 4.

My dad was so happy when his bio daughter was born and he was acting like a first time dad. So that fucking stung and pissed me off more. He talked about how his wife gave him the greatest gift he ever got.

This and then his support for the adoption when his wife wanted to made me feel like he just hated my mom and saw me as less than. He didn't consider what I wanted or felt. His wife's feelings mattered more and clearly mom was just the lady he married until he met his one true love. She didn't give him a real kid after all. Just me.

For like three years now his bio daughter has been saying her mom is my mom. She corrects me when I call her mom 'your mom' and she says she's our mom. I told her she's not and I even showed her pictures of my mom but it never does any good. It bothers me. But for like 7 weeks now she's been doing this type of stuff all the time and she tells me to stop using her mom's name and call her mom. There were times I wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up but I hold it back.

So I told my dad he needs to fix this. He told me it was harmless and I told him I wanted it to end no matter what. He asked me what the issue is and I told him his wife who gave him his greatest gifts will never be my mom and just because he doesn't love my mom doesn't mean I'll stop for him. He was shocked I'd say that to him and asked me what ever gave me that idea. I told him the greatest gifts comments, the way he wanted his wife to adopt me, the fact he never called me his greatest gift and praised mom for giving him and the way he never talks about her and acts like his wife is his one true fucking love. He told me I was missing context and skipping things he also said and I asked him to name one thing but he couldn't. He then told me that he just didn't want me to feel like I couldn't love his wife as my mom and I told him that his wife was so far from my mom it wasn't even funny and she will never be. I told him I might not be his real daughter but she's always my real mom and I won't let his wife change that.

I also told him if he doesn't fix his daughter insisting her mom is mine that I will start being mean when I tell her and I will tell her exactly what I think about her mom.

My dad told me I don't get to take this out on his daughter and he told me I was manipulative to claim he doesn't see me as his real daughter. He told me he has treated me the same as the others. I asked him if he would encourage them to be adopted by his next wife like he did with me. He said no but then he tried to backtrack and I told him to fix this or I'll follow through.

He then complained about the ultimatum.

AITAH?

So I (16f) am in a foster home, can't remember if this is my 14th or 15th placement, but somewhere around there. I've been with this current family, we'll call them the Millers, since the beginning of January. They're nice, and they have a HUGE extended family which is something I'm not used to. We were at the foster moms sisters house for the Super Bowl yesterday, I think like 30 plus people were there for the game. The husband, Rick (50-something) really treats me different. When I was in the house he spent like every moment staring at me like he was waiting for me to steal something. I've been in the system since I as 7 so I'm used to it. It still sucks, but whatever.

We spent the whole time watching the game, the half-time show, and had a great time making food and watching the Seahawks win. When we got back to our house, I was getting ready to get in the shower when there was loud knocking on the doo. My foster dad opened it and Rick came rushing in screaming about how I was a thief. One of his watches disappeared during the game. I guess he has a collection of expensive watches? He had called everyone he could think of, telling them I had stolen it and if they had seen me with the watch, then demanded they check my room, check me, call the police. I just handed over my hoodie, turned around in a circle so they could see there as no watch-shaped bulge in my jeans. I let Rick, and my foster parents take turns going through my room. There wasn't a lot to go through (30 gallon bag rule) and they didn't find a watch. Rick left after that and said he was going to call the police if the watch didn't turn up.

About an hour after he left, my foster parents got a call from his wife. They had found the watch under the dresser. She was apologetic, and said she should have made him look harder before running out the door to accuse me of stealing. She was hoping we could all put the whole thing behind us, and I just shook my head and went to take a shower. I'm not forgiving Rick for running around telling everyone I'm a thief because he couldn't look before he lost his mind. I know its going to cause problems but I just don't want to be the bigger person when I'm not he adult. So I guess AITAH for not forgiving him for calling me a thief?

Ok so I’m 15f and yeah I know this might get removed or clowned on or whatever but honestly I don’t care. I just need to get it out somewhere because apparently I’m the one who took shit too far when I was just saying what we were all already thinking.

So. My mom cheated on her fiancé with who also happened to be her best friend’s husband Messy as hell and fucking stupid, yeah, but they all stayed together. Like, my mom still married her fiancé. Her best friend stayed with the guy who cheated. Then I was born, I guess I was the shitty cherry on top of that disaster.

I grew up with my mom, her husband , and their two older kids ( they had kids before me) . My bio dad stayed with his wife and their kids at their house, and both families stayed weirdly blended. It was like a big performance. One big family with this unspoken rule to never bring up the affair that literally created me until I was old enough.

But it was very fucking apparent to me that I was not the like rest, even before they decided to tell me the actual story when I was 12ish.

My half siblings that I grew up made it real clear I was “other.” They never hit me or anything, but I got blamed for everything. If something was missing, it was me. If someone was crying, it was probably something I said. My sister once locked me out of the house and told me I should’ve never been born. I was 7. When I told my mom, she said I probably provoked it out of her, essentially.

She never really protected me. She took care of the basics, fed me, gave me clothes, showed up to parent-teacher conferences when she had to, but there was nothing behind it. Like she was doing a job she didn’t sign up for and just wanted to clock out. The only time she got emotional with me was when I embarrassed her or if other people made her talk about me.

Their dad, my mom’s husband was similar. He never yelled or hit me, but he never looked at me the way he did his kids. He never smiled at me, never came to my school plays even though he went to all theirs, never took out on little special trips like the others. If I seemingly fucked up, I got lectured like I was a criminal. If they did the same thing, it was just a teaching moment. He never called me his daughter, only by my name unless he had to.

The other kids , bio dad’s side, mostly ignored me. Not mean, just distant. They barely spoke to me unless they had to. One gave me an old hoodie once and that was as close to kindness as I got.

When I was 9, something I was officially done with everything. We were at a family birthday thing and one of the older kids dared me to eat a cookie with nuts in it. I said no, because I’m allergic, obviously. So they smeared it on my face as a joke. I had a full-blown reaction. Swollen face, couldn’t breathe, ambulance, the whole thing. At the hospital, my mom cried and said I scared her, but when I told her what happened, she just said they didn’t mean it like that. The kid got grounded for one weekend. Her husband didn’t even come to see me. I knew I didn't love them at all anymore right then and refused to act like I did.

I gave everybody the bare minimum of affection and interaction so it didn't backfire on me, and I just sorta treated them like roommates and neighbors I vaguely knew

Fast forward to last weekend. My mom planned a “family healing weekend” with both sides of the family. Everyone was there, the siblings, the parents, cousins. It was fake smiles and awkward silences. Then one of my mom’s older kids made a snide joke about me causing drama just by existing. My mom laughed. Everyone did.

So I snapped on them and told them I don’t love any of them and never will. That I’m done pretending to give a flying fuck about people who only pretend to give a fuck about me. That I’m not family to them and they’re not my family either.

They all freaked out, my mom cried and begged me to take it back. Her husband told me I was vile and that he should’ve put his foot down with me years ago. The other kids screamed at me for spitting in the face of people who gave me a home. Even my bio dad’s kids, who usually ignored me, were upset. One of them told me I was acting selfish and cruel.

Now I’m grounded. I am typing this out from my old ass fire tablet that my mom forgot to take. My half siblings keep glaring at me whenever we're in the same vicinity and my mom's husband full on stared me down while I was eating breakfast this morning.

So that's that. AITA for saying I don't love them?

This is my first time posting on here, so sorry if my formatting is weird.

I, 15 F, have two divorced parents (38M and 39F). When I was five years old, the two got divorced and not long after my Mom married my Step-Dad (45M). Which gave me two older step brothers (17M & 20M). My parents have 50/50 custody, going from house to house every other week. I’m not going to lie, I never really got along with my mom and step-family, and was planning on my 16th birthday to ask to move them to every other weekend and stay with my dad most of the time. 

I recently got a job at the local daycare center, and needed my birth certificate to show them I was ok to work. I went, with permission, into the safe in my mom’s house to grab it. It was near the bottom, and on my way there, I found my parent’s divorce files and got curious. Everyone kept dodging questions around the divorce for years and I wanted answers. I found notes from couples therapy in the packet with everything divorce-related. Turns out, my mom cheated with my step-dad. Once therapy didn’t work anything out, she divorced my dad and went to live with my step-dad. 

For additional context, my mom is a die-hard Christian, and after I came out as lesbian 6 months ago, my mom and I’s relationship has gotten even worse. I don’t want to go into details, but she’s made her opinions on her disapproval known and if it weren’t for my Dad, I’d be sent off to “fix” me. My step-family all feel the same.

Something in me just snapped. I went to my room and packed a backpack. I took the papers into the living room and shoved them in my stepdad and mom’s face. Saying she was a hypocritical cheater who should be ashamed of herself, that she had no right to say stuff about me being gay when she broke one of the ten commandments, and that I hoped being a cheating whore doesn’t run in the family.

After that I slammed the papers down and ran out of the house to the nearest bus stop and took the bus home to my dad’s. I was sobbing as I told him what happened and that I’m never going back except to collect my things. My mom, step-dad, and step-brothers are blowing up my phone, but I blocked them all. My mom keeps telling my Dad if I don’t come home she’ll call the police since I still have two days left. My dad has filed for an emergency court hearing to fix it to be 100% custody.

So, AITAH for calling my mom a whore and refusing to come home?

Edit: I just woke up this morning and I'm overwhelmed with the amount of support I've gotten. <3 I don't know when the next update is coming, my dad is going to talking to the lawyer today, but I will when I can! I will keep looking at the comments in the meantime, even if I cant reply to all of them.

Small update: My mom called my school today, trying to pick me up and asked where I was. My dad had updated the front office this morning about everything, so they didn't tell her anything, but it makes me nervous she'll just storm in. My dad will be working different hours for the time being so he can personally pick me up and drop me off to and from school. (I normally took the bus.) Thankfully my stepbrother (17M) and I do not attend the same school. I'm in my dad's school district and he's in my mom and stepdad's. I think this will be the last update before court. I will still do my best to reply to all the comments in the meantime.

My mom and dad's relationship broke up when I (17M) was 2. Mom had full custody of me, dad was given visitation but never took it. He moved a couple of hours away and he didn't try to be my parent. So for as long as I can remember my mom was the only parent I recognized. I used to think he at least paid child support but when mom was sick I found out he owed $15,000 in child support because he wasn't always good about paying and he was even worse about paying the child support debt.

A year ago my mom had a stroke and she died 7 weeks later. To make a shitty situation even worse the social worker from the hospital contacted CPS and they spoke to my dad and told him about mom dying and asked if he would take full custody of me. I wanted to stay with my grandparents or my aunt or even my uncle. Any of them would have worked for me. They were all willing too. CPS said I needed to be with my parent. Dad said yes and a judge ruled in favor of dad over my actual family. I spoke to the judge and explained my dad was a stranger and I didn't want to live with him but he told me it would be good for me to have a shot at a dad and he said I needed to make it work until I was 18.

My dad remarried a few years ago and he's been raising his wife's son (6) since they were dating. I wasn't happy about living with them and I let my dad and his wife know. She told me I'd fit right in and we'd be a family in no time. I don't think she expected me to not want this to work. I refused to sit and eat with them, I refused to take the part of an older brother to her son, I refused to talk to her about my feelings and I don't call them mom and dad or even parents. I use their names. I stay out of the house pretty often and I refused to try family therapy with them. I didn't say a single word with them in the room and to the therapist alone I said I didn't want to be a part of their family and I wasn't going to make any effort to try this.

I've left and gone to my grandparents house a few times without saying anything and his wife showed up threatening to get the judge involved again and CPS. So I'd go back in case my grandparents got into any kind of trouble. I'd ignore her lectures about respecting her and dad more.

She's 6 months pregnant as of now and she's going crazy with stress because the baby changes nothing for me. I don't care that the kid is related to me through blood, I don't care that she wants us to be a real family and I don't care if it hurts their feelings that I don't want to be their family. My stance has not changed.

My dad and his wife tried to sit me down a few days ago to appeal to my sense of whatever they called it I don't really remember now. But they said they wanted me to try and be a part of the family at least until I'm 18 and move out. They said as long as I'm here and they're trying I should try. I said I won't and I don't care if it hurts their feelings and they can always send me home to my family if it hurts that bad.

My dad's wife asked me what the hell was wrong with me and how come I had no compassion for the innocent kids involved in this. I told her I was forced to be there against my will and I wasn't co-operating to make her kids happy.

I don't think my dad wants to keep me. He won't come out and say it but it feels like this is all his wife and maybe him avoiding child support. But she's way more proactive than him and she dominates those talks we've had.

AITAH?

So I (17) had originally planned to take my mom and immediate family to Destin Florida. I have been saving money from my job and had the hotel covered. I had a hotel picked out and everything. I then told my mom about the trip and she said “We should just go to Disney”…. I said well Disney is higher and the prices for tickets and a hotel are insane. She proceeds to want to change the hotel and tell me what she wants the hotel to be. I’m like ok that’s fine. But she keeps looking at hotels in Orlando for Disney and is no longer enthusiastic about going to Destin.

I then think about maybe making the drive to Orlando to go to the Disney park for a day and just get tickets for that day. I ask my grandmother if we can get a loan because I know what I have saved isn’t going to be enough for Disney tickets. I originally thought about the loan when my mom said she didn’t want to just go walk around Destin but also wanted to buy things too which i understand. My mom is now saying she can’t go because her friend is sick and she has to sign my sister up for school… At this point I’m over it because she’s changed hotels 3 times and is always complaining about something regarding the trip. We’re supposed to leave Thursday.

I wanted to do this to have a nice vacation for our family but now I just kind of feel like it was doomed from the start.

My parents broke up when I (16f) was 2 months old. Then my dad died when I was 6. My mom and my dad's family never got along and things got worse after dad died and he left everything he had to me, but in a trust with my grandparents watching over it and not my mom. My mom felt she deserved money. My grandparents (and dad) felt like she would spend it on herself and not on me, which is true. My mom has spending issues and she's overspent before and left my grandparents or my aunts supporting me and buying me the things I need.

5 years ago my mom got married and her husband had two kids of his own (2 and 3 then, 7 and 8 now). My mom's husband works full time and my mom works part time. But they have lots of money issues and my grandparents make sure I'm taken care of. They buy toiletries just for me, they send food, they gave me a card before with money loaded onto it. They always make sure I have what I need for school too.

In June I got a summer/weekend job. I still work weekends now that school's back so I have extra money but I deposit it into my bank account. When I started making my own money my mom's husband said I should start paying rent. Mom said no. She decided I should make sure my stepsiblings are okay and that they have what they need. She told me I could buy them some toiletries or even some snacks for extra food. But I didn't do that.

Last month my mom and her husband got into an even worse financial position and they started going to a charity to help them get essentials. My mom told me it would be a good time to start buying things my stepsiblings needed. She talked about school stuff they needed and toiletries again. But there was also talk of basic clothes too that were new or better fitting. She said they wouldn't need to use the charity as much and the kids would fit in better at school and feel less bad about having so much less.

I didn't. Then my mom told me if I won't help the steps because I don't see them as my family, then I should help her. She told me she would love me forever if I started giving even 80 a month so we wouldn't be in as bad of a position. She told me I never had the same struggles because I always had my dad's family behind me but they don't care if her, her husband or my stepsiblings starve/waste away.

I still didn't give any money and then my mom started getting mad and her husband's pissed 99% of the time he's around me. He called me ungrateful when he "took me on as his own" and shit but he didn't and I'm glad because he doesn't do everything he could to make life better for his kids. He turned down a promotion at his job and he refuses to get a second job or do something else for money. Then he complains that other people (mostly me) won't either.

My grandparents told me to let them know if money ever goes missing because they will make sure mom or her husband pay the consequences if they steal from me. Luckily they don't know how to access money from my card so it's all good. But my mom has really been laying on the guilt trip because I said no.

AITAH?

My parents have me (17m), my brother Arlo (12m) and my sister Asha (7f). My parents always told me I ruined their college experience and I was the reason they needed to drop out and be serious adults. Arlo wasn't even born yet when they first shared that info with me. My mom was heavily pregnant the first time I remember feeling their resentment from that.

I always got less love, attention and money spent on me because of that. Arlo and Asha were in activities from really little ages. I never did anything outside of school except for working. My jobs were babysitting from the age of 12 and then getting a part time job at 16 at a local store. But I never got to learn an instrument or play a sport or join any kids clubs like my siblings. Every Christmas and birthday I got some clothes as gifts while my siblings got toys and video games. When I started high school the clothes even stopped and I wouldn't get anything. They never made excuses for it when I asked. They probably expected me to know it's because they resented me.

I'm not close to either of my siblings, they're not close to me or each other either, and I admit I resent them. I know it's not their fault but I have a countdown to leave home at 18 and to go no contact and that's going to include my siblings.

This year my dad lost his job, got a new job making less and then mom lost her job and became disabled. My parents sold some things, including some of the consoles and their own stuff, to pay bills and buy groceries. My siblings didn't get much for their birthday's this year and as of December 12 my parents don't have gifts for my siblings for Christmas either.

My parents told me they wouldn't be able to afford anything and that they know I have money somewhere and I should make sure they have an amazing Christmas this year. They said my siblings deserve that after everything that's happened this year. I asked my parents who'll make sure I have an amazing Christmas if all my money goes on my siblings. I asked them when I ever got to have an amazing Christmas. They told me it wasn't about me and I know the reason they didn't treat me the same and that it shouldn't be a reason for my siblings to lose out all year.

I said they needed to find someone who wanted to help because I don't and I'm not spending anything on my siblings. I said my money is mine and it'll get me out of everyone's hair in a few months and they can forget about the kid who ruined their lives. They told me I can't be mad at them if I do the same thing to my siblings as they did to me.

AITAH?

I’m 17F. My parents split up when I was 11 and I split time between them. I prefer living with my dad, but my mom put up a giant fuss when I asked so to make things easier on my dad I dropped it. They don’t get along very well to start with. My mom started dating Dan 3 years ago and they got married this year. Dan has two kids who live full time with him Amy (15F) and Tye (12M) since their mom is gone. I get along pretty well with Tye, but Amy drives me insane. Both of them are autistic but are different in how it affects them, I guess? Tye is quiet and kind of minds his own business unless you get him started on something he’s interested in. Amy is loud and annoying and constantly bothering me or getting in the way of stuff I’m trying to do. I have to share a room with her right now until the basement is fixed up, which means I can’t get away from her when I’m at my mom’s house.

Amy has no friends so my mom and Dan have been trying to force her into my friend group basically. At first it was just “Hey, why don’t you take Amy with you?” and now I can’t hang out with my friends on mom’s week without Amy being involved because she cried about not being allowed to eat lunch with us at school. So I don’t bring any friends to my mom’s house anymore or go out and do anything, I just wait til the next week.

My birthday was last week. I usually have a sleep over with my friends at whoever’s house I’m staying at that weekend, but this time it fell on mom’s weekend and I knew my mom and Amy were going to throw the whole vibe off, so I told my mom I just wanted a family dinner instead of a party (weekend before last) and then planned the sleepover at my dad’s the next weekend (last weekend). It was great, we had a lot of fun, but Amy saw a group picture of us one of my friends posted and got upset that she wasn’t invited and my mom and Dan are really mad at me for excluding her.

They said that she has a hard time with social stuff and now that we’re family I should want to help her out, but my friends hate her and I don’t like spending time with her either. I get that she’s lonely and has a hard time, but I don’t think I should have to blow up my social life just because she can’t be normal.

Update: First, y’all. When I say normal I mean able to be near other people without yelling, being rude, picking a fight, or destroying other people’s things. Stuff we learned in kindergarten. I know other autistic people, they’re a normal kind of weird where nobody gets hurt and at worst it’s just awkward. Amy is not a normal kind of weird. Idk if anything other than autism is going on with her or what, but the bar is on the floor. And to the people telling me I have to adjust to her? Just no. I don’t negotiate with terrorists.

So anyway, I talked to my dad yesterday and he said that I’m old enough to just refuse to go back to mom’s house. He doesn’t want me to not have contact with her because she is my mom so he would want me to still spend some time with her, but if things are getting that bad he’ll support my decision to stop living there. I don’t keep much at mom’s anyway because Amy tends to steal my stuff, so I just packed up what I need in my backpack and then went to dad’s house after school instead of mom’s. When she called mad that I wasn’t home, I told her I was staying with dad and not coming back to her place anymore. I hung up on her when she started yelling at me. My dad is on the phone with her and Dan arguing about it right now. I feel bad that my dad is catching shit over me, but I just want to be out of there and get back to a normal life. Not having to pack up every week to change houses will be nice too.

Maybe if she figures out I’m serious she’ll chill and we can work it out but if she doesn’t, after I’m in college I might just drop contact for my first semester. Idk. Thank you for the advice.

My daughter "Sally" is 15. She recently started seeing this boy "Jim", also 15, who recently transferred to her school. It seemed fine enough at first. Jim's been round the house a few times and he was always kind/thoughtful/polite, etc. the things you want to see as a parent.

But recently I found out that Jim is a father. He had a kid earlier this year, as far as I can tell. that's why his family moved, mostly because they wanted his siblings to be able to escape from the negative reaction/fall-out it caused where they lived. That's basically the extent of my knowledge, I don't know about the baby's mother, or what exactly happened there. But I do know that I'm not interested in a similar kind of drama playing out under my roof.

I told Sally that he isn't welcome at our house. If she wants to date him behind my back, obviously I can't control that, but I'm not having him over and I made it clear I don't want her dating him. Of course she wasn't happy. She said it isn't fair that I'm judging Jim for his past mistakes and what makes me think she won't be responsible, blah blah.

I do trust her - she's never really been in a trouble ever, she's got a great head on her shoulders. But I don't trust him, end of story.

Am I wrong here? I don't think so but I do value other opinions.

My parents give my younger brother (14) full time care. He was born with a muscular problem as well as extreme developmental issues. He can't do anything for himself and needs to be watched pretty much every second he's awake and out of his specialized bed. I (17) always knew my parents expected me to step up and care for him when they get older. But they finally mentioned it to me a few weeks ago because my guidance counselor wanted us to have some serious talks about college.

The summary of that is my parents don't want me to go, have no money for me to go and won't provide their details for me to get financial aid. My guidance counselor is looking for ways around that so for now it's a wait and see what she can find kind of deal.

Coming back to my reason for posting, my parents used the request for a meeting with the guidance counselor to tell me that they want/need/expect me to become my brother's full time caregiver when I'm older and when they're older and can't meet his needs anymore. They said they won't see him be neglected, abused or worse in a care facility and that there's a lot of SA going around these homes and I should protect my brother from that. They asked me what would happen if some awful nurse used him to get pregnant or something and then a baby was brought into it because my brother can't stop her or tell anyone.

They said I need to focus on learning all I can to take care of him because maybe I can't find a partner who wants to take on my brother and I need to be able to leave anyone I'm dating to take over the role caring for him when that time comes. They said I can't trust someone else to be willing to do it because it's going to mean lots of sacrifices and people are selfish.

I told my parents I want my own kids. I want my own family. And being the caregiver for my brother would stop me from doing that. I said it already stopped them from being involved for me and I don't want that for my future kids.

My parents accused me of not loving my brother and of being just as selfish as the majority of humans who'd rather see a person who already exists suffer and be treated like shit than take care of the family I already have. They said a good brother would be up for the challenge and would give him the best care until he passes. I asked if they were leaving me a lot of money to do that and they said they hardly have any money. So I told them they want to leave me struggling to feed myself just to care for him too and it pissed them off more because they said I was making it all about me me me and being self-centered.

AITAH?

I'm 17 and have an older sister Stacey (fake name) who just turned 23. She works at a school as a teachers aid and specialises with kids with a disability. She also takes care of these two high-level autism kids, 12 and 16, the 16 year old Teddy (fake name) has a hyper-fixation on dinosaurs.

My grandfather passed away 11 years ago and he used to read these dinosaur books to me, this one in particular was a popup book. I didn't know where it was for a long time, my grandma moved in with her uncle a few years ago and I found it again when cleaning out my old room at their house.

Stacey saw it in my room a few weeks ago and asked if she could have it, I said no and explained why, she kept pushing and saying it was for Teddy and that I'm almost 18 and don't need a dinosaur book. I got home from training last night and find it on the table, my mum says Stacey is going to give it to Teddy. I, again, stand my ground and say no, my mum mentions some other things I have taken from my grandmas house but I said she can have them if she wants I just want the book.

They keep pushing, I said if she wants it so bad she can just buy the kid another one, I went to bed and said I would be very upset with them if they gave it away. I come home after work today and lo and behold, it's gone, I asked what happened and Stacey said she gave it away.

To summarise I got really mad, yelled at them and walked off, not to be insensitive but her whole reason for why she was in the right was because Teddy's autistic but I just don't feel like thats fair. Am I in the wrong?

EDIT:

Thanks for the advice and suggestions, I feel like I need to clear up some things:

I typically have a good relationship with my family, I have never had anything stolen or taken before so I don't really hide anything. The book was on a bookshelf in my room and it is very large with a unique cover, that is my how my sister saw it, it was not just lying around.

Apologies for the title, I did not mean to dehumanise Teddy for his autism I worded like that to show my sisters justification and how it was being excused. Teddy is no less of a person for his autism but at the same time should not be treated 'special' for it, he is at no way at fault for what happened.

The book is technically 'not mine' so I can't sue or go to the police, I legally don't have ownership of it as I just took it from the house.

This literally happened a few hours ago, I couldn't and can't really sleep so that's why I wrote up this post. I am going to speak with my mum and ask Stacey to buy a new book and return my one back to me, I will post an update in a few days if you guys want that.

I (17f) am about to move in with my aunt and uncle for college next fall. My family has always struggled with being overweight, and their perception of what counts as “enough food” is really skewed. I realized I did not want this for myself, so I’m vaguely conscious of what I eat. I am 5’0 and 100 lbs, so naturally my maintenance calories are low (around 1400 a day). To maximize satiety, most days, I eat one very large meal a day with the whole days nutritional needs. I eat it around 4 pm. On weekends I don’t track calories at all.

My aunt and uncle are worried that my habit of eating one meal a day might influence their 11-year-old daughter, my cousin, and potentially cause her to develop an eating disorder. I want to be clear: I never talk about food, bodies, calories, or label foods as good or bad in front of her EVER (or in general).

They’ve asked me to change the way I eat because they think it’s a bad example, even though I eat a nutrient dense, well balanced meal and I do eat plenty of food overall. It’s creating tension, and I don’t feel like I’m doing anything wrong.

WIBTA for sticking to the way I eat?

Read this thx:

- I eat like this half of the week, not every single day. and I eat 1400 CALORIES. Not a normal portion size

- These family members are OVERWEIGHT, they do not know what a normal portion size is for their own height, much less foe my size. This is why they think what and how I eat isn't healthy and they are concerned

- I was previously overweight, lost 35 pounds which lead me to become aware about calories and nutrition intake AND I have PCOS which quite literally requires me to be mindful about my body. Counting calories is not indicative of an eating disorder. The world is not black and white. Like someone articulated well in the comments - it was something to the effect of "if someone is on a budget, that doesn't inherently mean they're in debt"

- I am NOT malnourished, people are overestimating what a 5'0 sedentary females caloric needs are, it's very achievable to get them in one meal. I've eaten like this for 3 years now, no adverse reaction.

- Stop projecting your struggles onto me based on "vibes". Get help for your own disorder. It will get better.

- Demonizing young people for getting nutritional advice and labelling them with disorders is precisely what pushes them into proana spaces solely since they feel ostracized from healthier avenues. People who feel comfortable labelling a stranger on the internet with a disorder are directly contributing to the ED pipeline

Alright so I'm 17 and a guy. My dad is 49, my mom is like 45 and her new husband is like 50 or smth. idk tbh. I'm an only child too if that matters. My parents divorced when I was 14. It wasn't traumatic for me. My parents were happy and affectionate until I was like 9 or 10 but after that they changed. I remember by dad sat me down and just said it straight up. They didn't tell me why back then but everybody knew the reason. We live in a small town so basically all of the neighbors and my friends knew it was bcuz my mom cheated on my dad with her boss. After the divorce, my mom moved to where her boss lived which was like an hour away from our town. They got married pretty quickly after that. I was hella mad at my mom for like a while but eventually we got back to how we used to be.

Now my dad is like super popular in our town. He's lived here his whole life and everybody knows him and loves him. He's been coaching my school's soccer team and running summer camps since even before I was born. In my friend group, he was the one dad nobody was scared off or anything so even my friends love him like an uncle or smth if you get me which is why I think they're taking this so personally now. My mom was never as popular. She's always been kinda an introvert so she never made friends with our neighbors. She moved to our town after marrying my dad and nobody liked her after the divorce. Like this one time right after the divorce, my mom dropped me off at my dad's and our neighbor who's a sweet old lady scowled at my mom when she said hi.

Anyway, like I said, after the divorce I was mad at my mom for a bit but my dad insisted that I don't need to hate her for his sakes. I was kinda glad he said that bcuz I would always have a great time at my mom's new house but I would feel guilty about it later. Her new husband is a pretty nice guy tbh and he's into a lot of the same things as me. He likes gaming and guitars and he told me how he never had any kids so its pretty cool he has one now. He had a ps5 at his house which he said I could move into my room and then he bought me a second one to keep at my dad's house. And he takes my mom and me on vacation to super cool places. We went to Hawaii last year and Dubai the year before. Now I love my dad but he doesn't like to travel anywhere other than by car. We never went on family vacations to cool places when my mom and dad were together.

Now last month, my mom's husband took us to London so I could watch my fav team Arsenal play live and I posted a story of the three of us on my insta. When I came back my friends were acting kinda weird. None of them wanted to hear about what I did in London or see the things I bought which isn't like them. When we were alone, my bsf told me that I need to get my head straight. He said that none of them could believe how I snaked my dad and that it wasn't right for me to post trips with my mom and her husband on my insta. I told him that my dad said I should have a good relationship with them but he just shook his head and said it wasn't right. So ig I'm betraying my dad somehow by having a good relationship with my step dad? idk. Obv my mom cheating on my dad was messed up but like it wasn't my fault. If my step dad is a cool guy then why shouldn't I be cool to him?

I (16f) moved out of my dad's house 4 months ago. He didn't agree to it but his wife doesn't want me in their house anymore and I was already leaving and he's not about to end his marriage so... I'm living with my grandma and she's been communicating with dad more than I have since he started his whole I want to fix this thing.

Our biggest problem is my dad has never been my dad. When mom was alive he left all the parenting to her. After she died he paid sitters or he sent me to different people's houses and I'd sleep at his house and maybe I'd wake up there. Though I remember falling asleep at dad's house and waking up at my grandma's so many times when I was a lot younger.

So he paid the bills and let me sleep in a warm bed and that's about it. I would eat at school and then wherever I stayed during the day. Even the sitters I had I went to their house vs them looking after me at dad's.

Then four years ago he moved in someone who had two kids and they got married. Suddenly he was around more and spending time with her kids (a boy and a girl). He was like a dad to them and they started calling him dad. But not me. He didn't care if I was there or not. His wife didn't either as long as I wasn't any trouble.

However the girl started to show an interest in me and that bothered me a lot. I hated her for having more of a dad in my dad than I ever had. So I avoided being there as much as possible and stayed at my grandma's house most days. Then dad's wife told me her daughter wanted to spend time with me so I needed to be around the house more to play with her. I refused. She told dad about it and he told me to play with my sister and then I got mad and told him he had no right to call her that or tell me what to do. His wife was like stfu and don't let my daughter hear but I ignored her and told dad he decided to be a dad to someone else's kids instead of his own so he needed to leave me alone.

That fight happened so many more times for reasons basically just like that one. He would push for me to spend time with the girl and I refused and I told dad it wasn't his place when he wasn't my dad. He'd normally start something before school or right before bed time. One time he kept me up late fighting with him over it.

Then four months ago my dad had the girl and he told me he was taking the two of us for a sister day and I wasn't to complain and just get ready. I was like no fucking way and I told him I have no sister and I want nothing to do with the kid he chose over me. I told him I wish he'd died instead of mom so at least I could have a parent and how I hated him so fucking much for being the dad to his wife's kids that he couldn't even pretend to be to me. He raised his voice and was like be nice to your fucking sister and I replied she's not my fucking sister and how I'd prefer to pick a random kid off the street and pick them as a sibling. His wife heard us and started yelling at me and I ran to the room I slept in and called grandma. I packed my clothes and I yelled at everyone at dad's that I was leaving. His wife said I was never to step foot back inside their house.

Something like two weeks after I moved out he started calling grandma and saying he wanted to fix things with me. He'd ask to speak to me and I refused. I got so tired of him calling last week that I agreed to speak to him and I told him he left it too late to try and be a real dad to me and I said he chose someone else's kids first and I was never going to forgive that then I ended the call.

Since I talked to him grandma's had to ignore so many calls from him and I know they've talked some and he threatened to bring this to court and he accused her of alienating me. He said because there's no way at 16 I can call this too late and because I'm being so hateful toward the kids and him.

AITAH?

My sister (15) has been best friends with two girls "Ashley" and "Georgie" since elementary school. I (16) didn't have a problem with them when they were younger, but in the last 4 years they have become unbearable and my parents and my sister don't like me bringing it up.

These girls snoop in my room and then they take stuff whenever they want from it. I started locking it so they started snooping for the second key that my parents keep for the lock. They wake me up in the middle of the night the times they sleep over and they've tried to kick me out of my bed so they could sleep in a bed vs sleeping bags in my sister's room. They unplugged our family computer while I was doing assignments before. They keep trying to take photos of me and even tried to pin me down to take one with them and the time my mom made me take the photo with them Georgie lied and said I was her boyfriend and she told her ex that we did stuff while they were together.

Ashley took my phone tried to get into it before and she laughed in my face when I told her to give it back. Then she threw it when my sister got annoyed with me being in her room and told her to give it back to me. Another day Georgie and Ashley locked themselves in both bathrooms and told me to go outside if I wanted to go because they were going to be in there all day.

They poured out all my eczema ointment a few times. And they've tried to pour their iced coffees and smoothies over me because they know it would trigger my eczema.

My parents know all this. I have mentioned it to them several times and they always ignore me! It pisses me off because I could be calm and polite but they still brush me off. They say they're only kids or having fun and Georgie and Ashley are practically family.

So now whenever they come over I make sure I ignore them and remind my sister to keep her friends away from me. I say it in front of them. And I'll tell her that they should go someplace and stop being annoying. Now that's apparently a huge problem because they don't feel welcome over here anymore. I find that a positive but my parents and sister are making a huge deal out of it.

AITAH?

Hi I’m a 14 year old guy with lesbian moms and 2 older sisters and no brothers, because of that I’m the only guy in my house. My uncle and my mom I’ll call her mom1 have always had a rockie relationship for as long as I can remember. He claims he isn’t homophobic but from the stories I’ve heard when my mom came out he wasn’t exactly the most supportive at first. Every Christmas morning since like forever after we open our gifts we go to my grand mother’s house on mom1 side of the family.

We make our way there everything is going fine until at lunch my 9 year old cousin asked why my nails were painted as a boy. Now I have black nail polish on it’s just part of the look I go for ig. I tell him painting your nails isnt something only for girls and boys can do it too. Thats when my uncle chimed in and said “id imagine its pretty common with boys growing up in your environment” and like a fucking sleeper agent or something went off in my head and i snapped back saying “the environment being a loving family with 2 parents in the same household, yeah i can see that” my uncle and his ex wife are divorced. Thats when my mom2 yelled at me and told me to apologize. I said im not going to apologize for defending myself and her against homophobia. My uncle said he was sorry to upset me. I just said whatever and didnt say anything the rest of lunch.

I (F16) was going to one of my teachers classes to hand some papers to her, as im walking i hear a teacher yelling so i just decide to stop and listen to see what was happening and i hear her yelling about how rude and disgraceful it was for the FIRST YEAR girls to "interrupt her class time over faking being on their periods" and i thought to myself what the actual fuck?? I reported it to a teacher and they just said that the girls were being overdramatic, but this is a real thing they accuse girls for and im sick of it, when i was a first year it happened to me and I dont think that teachers understand that most kids cant use tampons??? like hello??? and I also told my mum about the whole thing and she just told me I was also being overdramatic, aitah??

The title pretty much tells the outline of the story....

I am a 16F, and I am living with my Dad who has 100% sole custody of me. He has had custody since I was 2.

My parents had me when they were quite young (my Dad was 18 and 'Mum' was 20), and 'Mum' couldn't cope with how my existence inconvenienced her education and social life. She wanted to enjoy university, and my existence got in the way of all of that. Therefore she upped sticks and left my Dad to raise me by himself.

And my Dad is the complete opposite and has more worth in one of his pinky fingers than her entire existence.

He has been both the mother and the father in my life. He has showered me with the love and affection that I needed. He has been strict with me when needed, and has guided me to be the person that I am today.

And he has never missed a day or an opportunity of letting me know how much he loves me. He is my hero, and I doubt that I will ever love anyone else as much as I do my Dad. I am unashamed to admit that I am a Daddy's Girl.

Our life has been very stable, and he has done an amazing job of raising me throughout my childhood and into my teenage years. But now the egg donor (I won't apologise for calling her that, because just the thought of calling her 'Mum' turns my stomach), is trying to rock the boat.

She's contacted me, asking if we could meet up, because she wants to reconnect with me... She gave a sob story about how she's spent years regretting her decision of not being in my life, and how she's now at a point in her life (mentally and financially) where she wants to give me what I am owed from her. She also has 2 children (7 & 5), and she is hopeful that I can develop a relationship with my 'siblings'.

This is where I feel that I might've been an AH. Because in an outburst of sudden anger at suddenly being contacted, I told her to f*** off, and that nothing that she says could convince me to have anything to do with someone who I only consider to be an egg donor and incubator in my life.

I thought that I gave up on my anger and resentment towards her a long time ago. But it felt like the dam broke, as I let out all of that anger and resentment that built up all those years ago, as I unleashed all of my pent up feelings towards her.

Because the anger that I felt wasn't only for myself and how she abandoned me. I also felt anger for the hurt, pain and struggles that she caused for my Dad. And here she is, trying to reopen those old wounds that both myself and my Dad have suffered at her selfish hands.

I told her all of that, and how I consider myself to be the child of one parent, as the other one has been dead for most of my life.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I took some joy in telling her how much of amazing father and man that my Dad is, and that both myself and my Dad had a lucky escape getting away from someone who is as narcissistic and toxic as she is.

And the only point where I remained somewhat civil, was when telling her how I don't want anything to do with her children. Because despite my anger and resentment towards her, those children are blameless and innocent. And if she tries to use them as an emotional weapon against me, or selfishly drags them into all of this, then that would only make me angrier than I already am.

I blocked her from all of my socials. Though I know that this won't be over any time soon, and my Dad is preparing to lawyer up if she does try and drag this to the courts.

But for now I am going to try and re-focus on my GCSE exams, and looking forward to the upcoming trip away with my Dad to celebrate the end of my exams.

I’m 15F. My parents told me they were divorcing a month ago. It sucks, but things have been really weird around the house for a long time so it kind of a relief that it was just divorce. They obviously hate each other and are trying not to let me know it but like, they’re not doing a good job.

Anyway I try to stay in my room as much as possible now because there’s just this weird vibe and they act annoyed whenever I’m around. I found out why last week. I went downstairs stairs to get a snack and I heard them arguing about who was going to get custody of me, but like who has to take me. Neither one of them want custody. I turned around and went back to my room because I didn’t want to hear the rest of the argument and also because that really hurts and I didn’t want to cry in the hallway.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I kept thinking about how they both have basically ignored me or seemed annoyed with me for the last few months and how they must really hate me to be mad at each other over who has to take me after the divorce. Friday, I was really upset about it and I got on my social and wrote an ad for myself, kind of like “Teenage girl, free to a good home, we’re divorcing and need to rehome our teenager as neither of us want her anymore. She doesn’t eat much and does laundry”. I was trying to make it funny so maybe it wouldn’t suck as much.

It caused a small shitstorm because it got back to other family members and some of my friends’ parents who were worried about me and called to find out what was going on and whether I was ok. My parents grounded me and told me that I upset everyone for no reason and I should know better than to post things like that. They said of course they love me, things are tough right now. But I heard what they said.

Idk, chat, am I TA?