October 2, 2025 • 16 mins
Explosive Family Boundaries and Co-Parenting Clashes - Reddit Stories
Join us for a gripping dive into yesterday's hottest Reddit confessions from Am I the Bleep Hole and similar drama hubs. We unpack five raw tales of unbreakable boundaries against exploitative parents, grandparent favoritism fallout, midnight custody crises, evening parenting isolation, and a triumphant mother-daughter dinner escape—complete with community reactions and host insights to keep you hooked for the full ride.
Join us for a gripping dive into yesterday's hottest Reddit confessions from Am I the Bleep Hole and similar drama hubs. We unpack five raw tales of unbreakable boundaries against exploitative parents, grandparent favoritism fallout, midnight custody crises, evening parenting isolation, and a triumphant mother-daughter dinner escape—complete with community reactions and host insights to keep you hooked for the full ride.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Welcome back, everyone to another episode of Reddit Drama Readings,
where we dive deep into the wild world of interpersonal
conflicts from subreddits like am i the Bleephole and other
spots full of family feuds, relationship roller coasters, and those
moments that make you wonder who really drop the ball.
I'm your host, and today we're focusing on some of
the top stories from yesterday, September thirtieth, twenty twenty five.
(00:25):
These posts had folks buzzing with thousands of up votes
and comments pouring in from all sides. We've pulled five
standout ones that capture the essence of why people turn
to these communities for a reality check. We'll read each
story straight from the original poster. Then I'll chime in
with a bit of commentary on what jumps out at
me and touch on how the community weighed in. If
(00:45):
you're new here, grab a snack, settle in, and remember
these are real people's lives we're peeking into. No judgments
from me, just honest reflections. Let's jump right in with
the first one, which racked up a ton of attention
for its raw take on family boundaries. Our first story
is titled am I the bleephole for moving to an
apartment building with the concierge where visitors have to be
(01:08):
rung up to come upstairs to visit, so I'm not
forced to babysit my half and step siblings. Here's what
the original poster had to say. I'm sorry, I'm being
really short with my explanation of what's happening. I'm on
my mobile phone. My dad just left the building and
he's blowing up my phone while I'm trying to type
this out. So I twenty three female, have spent the
(01:29):
last three years being forced to babysit my step and
half siblings because parents would just drop them off at
my place with no warning. It used to be when
I lived with them, I was forced to babysit and
they didn't care if I missed school or work, et cetera.
There were times when I was a minor, I would
miss so much school for having to go back and
forth to different parents' houses. My parents are divorced and
(01:49):
remarried to babysit. Child Protective Services got involved because of
my truancy from school. Then I was grounded for them
being put under investigation. They were to send me back
to school but then I had to come home to
whoever had custody of me that week and babysit, cook, clean,
et cetera, while keeping my grades up so they didn't
get in trouble. Fast forward, I moved into my own
(02:12):
place when I was nineteen. My friend's dad owned property
and knew my situation and gave me a good deal
on one of his apartment's way below market value. Then
my parents would drop my siblings off at my apartment
with no warning. I lost my last job because of it,
and all my parents said was good because now I
could babysit full time. I finally put my foot down
and my father attacked me and back slapped me, telling
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me he didn't care how old I was. I was
to do as he said. My boyfriend told me to
move in with him because his apartment building has a
concierge where you have to be introduced and the tenant
has to agree to let you up. So I sold
all my stuff and moved in with my boyfriend. He
had me put on the lease. After finding a job,
I was so lucky to get this one more pay
and benefits, and let my friend's dad know the situation.
(02:57):
He let me out of my least no problem. My
dad was just downstairs with my step and half siblings
from him, five kids ranging in ages three to ten,
trying to get up. I told the concierge they are
never allowed up and if they don't leave, to call
the cops. So that's what they did. Now my dad
and his wife are blowing up my phone saying I'm
an ungrateful bleephole for pulling this stunt and my backside
(03:19):
is grass when they see me. I'm currently waiting for
my boyfriend to come home so he can escort me
to the police station to make a report and possibly
see about getting a restraining order. My father is a
really big guy, so I'm really scared. I don't think
I'm the bleephole, but I just wanted to check and see.
My boyfriend and friends say I'm not, but I don't know.
Part of me feels like I am. I don't know why,
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So please am I the bleephole? If I left any
holes in what happened? You can ask in comments. I
have the cliff Notes version because of character count. Reddit
dot Com, Oh man, where do I even start with
this one? This post hit me right in the gut
because it's like watching someone finally draw a line in
the sand, and after years of being walked all over,
(04:02):
imagine being a teenager already juggling divorce parents and remarriages,
and then getting saddled with full time babysitting duties that
tank your school attendance to the point where Child Protective
Services steps in. That's not parenting, that's straight up exploitation.
And then, as an adult at nineteen, you think you've
escaped by getting that sweet below market apartment deal shout
(04:23):
out to the friend's dad for being a real hero there,
only for the pattern to continue costing you a job.
The part where the father physically attacks her for saying no,
that's not discipline, that's abuse, full stop. No one should
have to fear for their safety just for wanting a
peaceful life. Moving in with the boyfriend and using that
concierge as a shield sounds like the smartest move ever,
(04:47):
like installing a mode around your castle. But I get
why she's second guessing herself. That guilt from family conditioning
runs deep. The community's response overwhelmingly not the bleep whole,
with thousands saying she needs that restraining order yesterday, and
maybe some therapy to unpack the trauma. One top comment
even suggested reaching out to domestic violence hotlines, which is
(05:09):
spot on. Folks, if you're in a similar spot, know
you're worth and protect your peace. This story's a reminder
that boundaries aren't selfish their survival. All right, let's shake
off that heavy vibe and move to our second story,
which dives into some classic grandparent favoritism drama. This one's
titled am I the bleephole for buying a car for
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my daughter but not my grandson? Straight from the poster.
One of my sons has two kids, John male seventeen
and Zoe female sixteen. Zoe is the result of an
affair and lives with us because my son's wife refused
to let him take her in. A few days ago
was Zoe's sixteenth birthday, and I bought a car for her.
John sixteenth birthday was last year, and my son did
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ask me to help him buy a car, but I
told him I can't afford it. I was saving for
a car for Zoe. Now my son is upset and
thinks I'm favoring Zoe. Of course I am, she is
basically my daughter. He thinks I'm a bleephole Reddit dot Com.
Short and punchy, right, but oh boy, does it pack
a wallop. This grandparent isn't mincing words, admitting straight up
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to the favoritism because Zoe's essentially been raised as their
own after that messy affair fallout. I mean the son's
wife drawing that line and forcing Zoe into the grandparents home.
That's a whole other layer of family tension right there,
and saving specifically for her car while turning down the
sun for John's. It's honest, but it's also the kind
of thing that Light's family fuses. The poster owns it though,
(06:37):
no apologies, just facts. Makes you think about how affairs
ripple out, affecting the grand kits most. In my commentary,
I'd say this highlights how kids caught in adult messes
often pay the price, but the grandparents stepping up for
Zoe shows love and action, even if it's uneven. The
Reddit hive mind split down the middle, but leaning toward
not the bleep hole, because blood or not, Zoe's their
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daily reality. Lots of comments about communicating expectations earlier to
avoid the blow up. If this were my family, I'd
suggest a group sit down with neutral ground rules, but
hay easier said than done. Stories like this make you
appreciate straightforward parenting. Up next, we've got a co parenting
clash that's all about safety first, let's see it. Title
(07:24):
for number three. Am I the bleephole for refusing to
pick up my four year old from my ex? The
post goes, I know how the title sounds, but hear
me out. I have a four year old with my ex.
Him and his girlfriend were expecting a baby any day now.
It was around twelve am on Saturday when he called
me and asked me to pick up my son because
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his girlfriend was in labor. I had no problem watching
my son, but I had been drinking, so I told
him I wouldn't be able to pick him up and
he needed to be dropped off. They live a five
minute drive away from me. He argued with me and
told me I needed to come and pick him up
now and she was in labor. I explained I had
been drinking and would not be driving to come get
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him because I did not feel safe driving myself, let
alone with my four year old in the car. I
was perfectly capable of watching him, but he would need
to be dropped off. To me since I had had
a few drinks. He called me irresponsible and told me
I shouldn't have been drinking so close to her due date.
He never once told me her due date or that
I should be available during his parenting time to pick
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him up in case she goes into labor. I told
him that while my four year old is my responsibility
on my parenting time, his girlfriend and new baby were
not my responsibility. I also said it would be irresponsible
of me to drive after I'd had a few drinks.
I reiterated that I was willing to take him, but
he needed to drop him off because I would not
be driving since I'd had a few drinks. He started
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yelling at me over the phone to get your backside
over here now. So I just hung up and sent
him a text that I was home if he decided
to drop him off. He ended up dropping him off
and screaming at me in front of our four year old,
so I took my son inside and locked the door.
This whole argument took thirty minutes, while he could have
just drove the five minutes and dropped him off and
been on his way. I honestly feel sorry for the
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girl friend for having to wait even longer to go
to the hospital. But I was not about to put
my son or any one else in danger because he
wanted me to drive while I'd been drinking. So am
I the bleephole for refusing to pick up my son?
Reddit dot com This one's a nail bier in the
best way. Midnight labor call, a little drinking involved, and
a five minute drive that's somehow a battle ground. The
(09:34):
poster's stance on not driving impaired one hundred percent correct,
no debate there. Safety for the kit trumps everything, and
offering to watch if dropped off shows responsibility, not dodging duty.
But the ex's side, panic mode with a baby incoming
adds that frantic energy and yelling in front of the
four year old. That's the real low blow, scarring little ears,
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the due date not being shared beforehand, communication fail on
his end. My take this screams for a better co
parenting app or schedule that accounts for curveballs like this,
maybe even a backup plan for emergencies. The community solidly
not the bleephole, with tips on documenting the yelling for
custody notes, and empathy for the girlfriend's delay. It's a
(10:19):
classic ex drama, but it underscores how blended families need
ironclad plans. Poor kid, though, hope he's got stability amid
the chaos. Taking a breath. Now, let's shift to story
number four, which hits on that exhausting parent dynamic many
will relate to the title Here is a bit of
a mouthful, but it boils down to am I the
(10:40):
bleephole because I feel like a married single father at
night and my wife blames me. From the original post,
my wife goes to bed at six pm and wakes
up at six am, while my sleep schedule is about
eleven PM to seven am. My wife and I do
roughly the same amount of housework. She cooks dinner, I
bring our daughter to various activities, and in in general,
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that balance is not a problem. What is more of
an issue for me, though, is my wife's early bedtime.
Every day, without exception, she goes to bed at six
p m. And begins watching movies on her phone. I
do the evenings, I clean up the house, do the dishes,
help the kids when they need something. I am upset
because she's just not present. I feel like a single
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father in the evenings and I believe the children need
both parents present at night, not supervising, just present. I've
brought this up with my wife before, suggesting she watch
her movies in the living room instead. That's not just
because I feel like I'm on my own with our children.
I also need fifteen minutes of her time to connect
and not co parent as roommates. She refuses to budge
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and tells me it's because of my bad parenting style.
She apparently claims I'm hopeless and not structured enough to
take care of them on my own, which she reckons
is why I'm upset. Seea dot news dot Yahoo dot
com talk about the evening grind. This post captures that
quiet resentment building when you're flying solo after dinner. Even
in a marriage. The split schedules sound practical on paper
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her early Bird Hymn night owl, but when it leaves
one partner handling bedtime stories, homework meltdowns, and clean up solo,
it turns into emotional isolation and that jab about his
parenting style. Ouch, that's deflection city shifting blame instead of
compromising on those fifteen minutes of connection. We all need
that recharge time as couples, especially with kids in the
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mix commentary. For me, this feels like a plea for teamwork,
not a scorecard of chores. Maybe a trial run of
family movie night in the living room could bridge the gap,
or even couples counseling to unpack why she digs in
her heels. Reddit's verdict mostly not the bleep Whole, with
advice on framing it as a team win rather than criticism,
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and reminders that presence beats perfection. It's a subtle drama,
but so real for shift working parents. Makes you hug
your own evenings a little tighter. Finally, wrapping up with
our fifth story, a fun one about dinner dates and
family pushback titled am I the Bleephole? For taking my
daughter out for a nice dinner and leaving every one
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else to fend for themselves. The details My daughter sixteen
female and I forty three female, love eating at authentic
Asian restaurants. We had to pick my son twelve up
at a Korean barbecue about forty minutes from our house.
It was a party with another family. I suggested to
my husband forty four male of twenty five years that
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he and the two other kids can have whatever they
wanted for dinner, and my daughter and I would get
Korean barbecue at this restaurant. He said, no, we should
all go as a family. I reminded him that he
and the other kids aren't big fans of Korean barbecue
and it would be cheaper to eat separately. He insisted
on every one going. When we get to the restaurant
and he sees the menu, he complains he doesn't know
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what to order and complains about the price. The other
kids followed suit. I suggested they go eat in another
restaurant in the plaza and my daughter and I will
get the Korean food. It smelt so amazing by the way.
We waited twenty minutes for a table, and he continued
to make comments about the price, even told me you'd
better not order anything fancy. That was the last straw.
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I got up and went to the van. Everyone followed.
I said I was taking everyone home and my daughter
and I would go on our own to a local
Korean barbecue. We did exactly that. Everyone else had McDonald's
and played roeblocks. I get home and he is fuming,
saying that I owe everyone in apology. I refused. I
said I had zero remorse. It seemed like everyone was
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happy but him and went to bed. I slept perfectly fine.
He's still mad, so am I the bleephole for taking
my daughter out for a dinner and leaving everyone else
to do their own thing. Reddit dot com. This story
had me grinning because it's that rare wind where mom
and daughter snagged their dream meal and the rest well
they survived on nuggets. The husband's insistence on family unity
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despite the grumbles classic, but it backfired hard when the
price is hit and the vibes soured. That line about
not ordering anything fancy recipe for an eye roll exit.
I love how the poster just owned the pivot, turning
a tense night into a bonding memory for her and
her girl. Commentary wise, it sparks thoughts on compromise in families.
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Sometimes separate adventures keep the peace better than forced togetherness. Sure,
the kids might have felt left out, but McDonald's in
games not exactly suffering. The communities take not the bleephole.
Across the board, praising the self care and suggesting hubby
reflect on his role in the sour mood. One comment
joked about next time packing a picnic for the non
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fans relatable for anyone whose dragged feet to ameal that
flops few. What a line up from boundary battles to
bedtime blues. These yesterday's top picks remind us how family
ties can tangle in the best and worst ways. Thanks
for tuning in to Reddit drama readings. If these stories
spark thoughts, drop a comment, or share your own mild
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mannered mishaps. Until next time, keep those conversations flowing, set
those boundaries kindly, and remember we're all just navigating this
drama called life. See you soon.
Welcome back, everyone to another episode of Reddit Drama Readings,
where we dive deep into the wild world of interpersonal
conflicts from subreddits like am i the Bleephole and other
spots full of family feuds, relationship roller coasters, and those
moments that make you wonder who really drop the ball.
I'm your host, and today we're focusing on some of
the top stories from yesterday, September thirtieth, twenty twenty five.
(00:25):
These posts had folks buzzing with thousands of up votes
and comments pouring in from all sides. We've pulled five
standout ones that capture the essence of why people turn
to these communities for a reality check. We'll read each
story straight from the original poster. Then I'll chime in
with a bit of commentary on what jumps out at
me and touch on how the community weighed in. If
(00:45):
you're new here, grab a snack, settle in, and remember
these are real people's lives we're peeking into. No judgments
from me, just honest reflections. Let's jump right in with
the first one, which racked up a ton of attention
for its raw take on family boundaries. Our first story
is titled am I the bleephole for moving to an
apartment building with the concierge where visitors have to be
(01:08):
rung up to come upstairs to visit, so I'm not
forced to babysit my half and step siblings. Here's what
the original poster had to say. I'm sorry, I'm being
really short with my explanation of what's happening. I'm on
my mobile phone. My dad just left the building and
he's blowing up my phone while I'm trying to type
this out. So I twenty three female, have spent the
(01:29):
last three years being forced to babysit my step and
half siblings because parents would just drop them off at
my place with no warning. It used to be when
I lived with them, I was forced to babysit and
they didn't care if I missed school or work, et cetera.
There were times when I was a minor, I would
miss so much school for having to go back and
forth to different parents' houses. My parents are divorced and
(01:49):
remarried to babysit. Child Protective Services got involved because of
my truancy from school. Then I was grounded for them
being put under investigation. They were to send me back
to school but then I had to come home to
whoever had custody of me that week and babysit, cook, clean,
et cetera, while keeping my grades up so they didn't
get in trouble. Fast forward, I moved into my own
(02:12):
place when I was nineteen. My friend's dad owned property
and knew my situation and gave me a good deal
on one of his apartment's way below market value. Then
my parents would drop my siblings off at my apartment
with no warning. I lost my last job because of it,
and all my parents said was good because now I
could babysit full time. I finally put my foot down
and my father attacked me and back slapped me, telling
(02:35):
me he didn't care how old I was. I was
to do as he said. My boyfriend told me to
move in with him because his apartment building has a
concierge where you have to be introduced and the tenant
has to agree to let you up. So I sold
all my stuff and moved in with my boyfriend. He
had me put on the lease. After finding a job,
I was so lucky to get this one more pay
and benefits, and let my friend's dad know the situation.
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He let me out of my least no problem. My
dad was just downstairs with my step and half siblings
from him, five kids ranging in ages three to ten,
trying to get up. I told the concierge they are
never allowed up and if they don't leave, to call
the cops. So that's what they did. Now my dad
and his wife are blowing up my phone saying I'm
an ungrateful bleephole for pulling this stunt and my backside
(03:19):
is grass when they see me. I'm currently waiting for
my boyfriend to come home so he can escort me
to the police station to make a report and possibly
see about getting a restraining order. My father is a
really big guy, so I'm really scared. I don't think
I'm the bleephole, but I just wanted to check and see.
My boyfriend and friends say I'm not, but I don't know.
Part of me feels like I am. I don't know why,
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So please am I the bleephole? If I left any
holes in what happened? You can ask in comments. I
have the cliff Notes version because of character count. Reddit
dot Com, Oh man, where do I even start with
this one? This post hit me right in the gut
because it's like watching someone finally draw a line in
the sand, and after years of being walked all over,
(04:02):
imagine being a teenager already juggling divorce parents and remarriages,
and then getting saddled with full time babysitting duties that
tank your school attendance to the point where Child Protective
Services steps in. That's not parenting, that's straight up exploitation.
And then, as an adult at nineteen, you think you've
escaped by getting that sweet below market apartment deal shout
(04:23):
out to the friend's dad for being a real hero there,
only for the pattern to continue costing you a job.
The part where the father physically attacks her for saying no,
that's not discipline, that's abuse, full stop. No one should
have to fear for their safety just for wanting a
peaceful life. Moving in with the boyfriend and using that
concierge as a shield sounds like the smartest move ever,
(04:47):
like installing a mode around your castle. But I get
why she's second guessing herself. That guilt from family conditioning
runs deep. The community's response overwhelmingly not the bleep whole,
with thousands saying she needs that restraining order yesterday, and
maybe some therapy to unpack the trauma. One top comment
even suggested reaching out to domestic violence hotlines, which is
(05:09):
spot on. Folks, if you're in a similar spot, know
you're worth and protect your peace. This story's a reminder
that boundaries aren't selfish their survival. All right, let's shake
off that heavy vibe and move to our second story,
which dives into some classic grandparent favoritism drama. This one's
titled am I the bleephole for buying a car for
(05:30):
my daughter but not my grandson? Straight from the poster.
One of my sons has two kids, John male seventeen
and Zoe female sixteen. Zoe is the result of an
affair and lives with us because my son's wife refused
to let him take her in. A few days ago
was Zoe's sixteenth birthday, and I bought a car for her.
John sixteenth birthday was last year, and my son did
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ask me to help him buy a car, but I
told him I can't afford it. I was saving for
a car for Zoe. Now my son is upset and
thinks I'm favoring Zoe. Of course I am, she is
basically my daughter. He thinks I'm a bleephole Reddit dot Com.
Short and punchy, right, but oh boy, does it pack
a wallop. This grandparent isn't mincing words, admitting straight up
(06:15):
to the favoritism because Zoe's essentially been raised as their
own after that messy affair fallout. I mean the son's
wife drawing that line and forcing Zoe into the grandparents home.
That's a whole other layer of family tension right there,
and saving specifically for her car while turning down the
sun for John's. It's honest, but it's also the kind
of thing that Light's family fuses. The poster owns it though,
(06:37):
no apologies, just facts. Makes you think about how affairs
ripple out, affecting the grand kits most. In my commentary,
I'd say this highlights how kids caught in adult messes
often pay the price, but the grandparents stepping up for
Zoe shows love and action, even if it's uneven. The
Reddit hive mind split down the middle, but leaning toward
not the bleep hole, because blood or not, Zoe's their
(07:00):
daily reality. Lots of comments about communicating expectations earlier to
avoid the blow up. If this were my family, I'd
suggest a group sit down with neutral ground rules, but
hay easier said than done. Stories like this make you
appreciate straightforward parenting. Up next, we've got a co parenting
clash that's all about safety first, let's see it. Title
(07:24):
for number three. Am I the bleephole for refusing to
pick up my four year old from my ex? The
post goes, I know how the title sounds, but hear
me out. I have a four year old with my ex.
Him and his girlfriend were expecting a baby any day now.
It was around twelve am on Saturday when he called
me and asked me to pick up my son because
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his girlfriend was in labor. I had no problem watching
my son, but I had been drinking, so I told
him I wouldn't be able to pick him up and
he needed to be dropped off. They live a five
minute drive away from me. He argued with me and
told me I needed to come and pick him up
now and she was in labor. I explained I had
been drinking and would not be driving to come get
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him because I did not feel safe driving myself, let
alone with my four year old in the car. I
was perfectly capable of watching him, but he would need
to be dropped off. To me since I had had
a few drinks. He called me irresponsible and told me
I shouldn't have been drinking so close to her due date.
He never once told me her due date or that
I should be available during his parenting time to pick
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him up in case she goes into labor. I told
him that while my four year old is my responsibility
on my parenting time, his girlfriend and new baby were
not my responsibility. I also said it would be irresponsible
of me to drive after I'd had a few drinks.
I reiterated that I was willing to take him, but
he needed to drop him off because I would not
be driving since I'd had a few drinks. He started
(08:49):
yelling at me over the phone to get your backside
over here now. So I just hung up and sent
him a text that I was home if he decided
to drop him off. He ended up dropping him off
and screaming at me in front of our four year old,
so I took my son inside and locked the door.
This whole argument took thirty minutes, while he could have
just drove the five minutes and dropped him off and
been on his way. I honestly feel sorry for the
(09:11):
girl friend for having to wait even longer to go
to the hospital. But I was not about to put
my son or any one else in danger because he
wanted me to drive while I'd been drinking. So am
I the bleephole for refusing to pick up my son?
Reddit dot com This one's a nail bier in the
best way. Midnight labor call, a little drinking involved, and
a five minute drive that's somehow a battle ground. The
(09:34):
poster's stance on not driving impaired one hundred percent correct,
no debate there. Safety for the kit trumps everything, and
offering to watch if dropped off shows responsibility, not dodging duty.
But the ex's side, panic mode with a baby incoming
adds that frantic energy and yelling in front of the
four year old. That's the real low blow, scarring little ears,
(09:57):
the due date not being shared beforehand, communication fail on
his end. My take this screams for a better co
parenting app or schedule that accounts for curveballs like this,
maybe even a backup plan for emergencies. The community solidly
not the bleephole, with tips on documenting the yelling for
custody notes, and empathy for the girlfriend's delay. It's a
(10:19):
classic ex drama, but it underscores how blended families need
ironclad plans. Poor kid, though, hope he's got stability amid
the chaos. Taking a breath. Now, let's shift to story
number four, which hits on that exhausting parent dynamic many
will relate to the title Here is a bit of
a mouthful, but it boils down to am I the
(10:40):
bleephole because I feel like a married single father at
night and my wife blames me. From the original post,
my wife goes to bed at six pm and wakes
up at six am, while my sleep schedule is about
eleven PM to seven am. My wife and I do
roughly the same amount of housework. She cooks dinner, I
bring our daughter to various activities, and in in general,
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that balance is not a problem. What is more of
an issue for me, though, is my wife's early bedtime.
Every day, without exception, she goes to bed at six
p m. And begins watching movies on her phone. I
do the evenings, I clean up the house, do the dishes,
help the kids when they need something. I am upset
because she's just not present. I feel like a single
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father in the evenings and I believe the children need
both parents present at night, not supervising, just present. I've
brought this up with my wife before, suggesting she watch
her movies in the living room instead. That's not just
because I feel like I'm on my own with our children.
I also need fifteen minutes of her time to connect
and not co parent as roommates. She refuses to budge
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and tells me it's because of my bad parenting style.
She apparently claims I'm hopeless and not structured enough to
take care of them on my own, which she reckons
is why I'm upset. Seea dot news dot Yahoo dot
com talk about the evening grind. This post captures that
quiet resentment building when you're flying solo after dinner. Even
in a marriage. The split schedules sound practical on paper
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her early Bird Hymn night owl, but when it leaves
one partner handling bedtime stories, homework meltdowns, and clean up solo,
it turns into emotional isolation and that jab about his
parenting style. Ouch, that's deflection city shifting blame instead of
compromising on those fifteen minutes of connection. We all need
that recharge time as couples, especially with kids in the
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mix commentary. For me, this feels like a plea for teamwork,
not a scorecard of chores. Maybe a trial run of
family movie night in the living room could bridge the gap,
or even couples counseling to unpack why she digs in
her heels. Reddit's verdict mostly not the bleep Whole, with
advice on framing it as a team win rather than criticism,
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and reminders that presence beats perfection. It's a subtle drama,
but so real for shift working parents. Makes you hug
your own evenings a little tighter. Finally, wrapping up with
our fifth story, a fun one about dinner dates and
family pushback titled am I the Bleephole? For taking my
daughter out for a nice dinner and leaving every one
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else to fend for themselves. The details My daughter sixteen
female and I forty three female, love eating at authentic
Asian restaurants. We had to pick my son twelve up
at a Korean barbecue about forty minutes from our house.
It was a party with another family. I suggested to
my husband forty four male of twenty five years that
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he and the two other kids can have whatever they
wanted for dinner, and my daughter and I would get
Korean barbecue at this restaurant. He said, no, we should
all go as a family. I reminded him that he
and the other kids aren't big fans of Korean barbecue
and it would be cheaper to eat separately. He insisted
on every one going. When we get to the restaurant
and he sees the menu, he complains he doesn't know
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what to order and complains about the price. The other
kids followed suit. I suggested they go eat in another
restaurant in the plaza and my daughter and I will
get the Korean food. It smelt so amazing by the way.
We waited twenty minutes for a table, and he continued
to make comments about the price, even told me you'd
better not order anything fancy. That was the last straw.
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I got up and went to the van. Everyone followed.
I said I was taking everyone home and my daughter
and I would go on our own to a local
Korean barbecue. We did exactly that. Everyone else had McDonald's
and played roeblocks. I get home and he is fuming,
saying that I owe everyone in apology. I refused. I
said I had zero remorse. It seemed like everyone was
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happy but him and went to bed. I slept perfectly fine.
He's still mad, so am I the bleephole for taking
my daughter out for a dinner and leaving everyone else
to do their own thing. Reddit dot com. This story
had me grinning because it's that rare wind where mom
and daughter snagged their dream meal and the rest well
they survived on nuggets. The husband's insistence on family unity
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despite the grumbles classic, but it backfired hard when the
price is hit and the vibes soured. That line about
not ordering anything fancy recipe for an eye roll exit.
I love how the poster just owned the pivot, turning
a tense night into a bonding memory for her and
her girl. Commentary wise, it sparks thoughts on compromise in families.
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Sometimes separate adventures keep the peace better than forced togetherness. Sure,
the kids might have felt left out, but McDonald's in
games not exactly suffering. The communities take not the bleephole.
Across the board, praising the self care and suggesting hubby
reflect on his role in the sour mood. One comment
joked about next time packing a picnic for the non
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fans relatable for anyone whose dragged feet to ameal that
flops few. What a line up from boundary battles to
bedtime blues. These yesterday's top picks remind us how family
ties can tangle in the best and worst ways. Thanks
for tuning in to Reddit drama readings. If these stories
spark thoughts, drop a comment, or share your own mild
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mannered mishaps. Until next time, keep those conversations flowing, set
those boundaries kindly, and remember we're all just navigating this
drama called life. See you soon.
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