October 3, 2025 • 29 mins
Group Chat Goodbyes - AITA Reddit Stories
Unpack today's rawest Reddit confessions from AITA and fellow drama hubs, featuring six unflinching tales of shattered family illusions, vengeful escapes from toxic homes, social media myth-busting gone viral, midnight co-parenting standoffs over safety, injury-fueled partnership reckonings, and grief-stricken group chat goodbyes—delivered with full reads, host insights, and community breakdowns for an emotional deep dive.
Unpack today's rawest Reddit confessions from AITA and fellow drama hubs, featuring six unflinching tales of shattered family illusions, vengeful escapes from toxic homes, social media myth-busting gone viral, midnight co-parenting standoffs over safety, injury-fueled partnership reckonings, and grief-stricken group chat goodbyes—delivered with full reads, host insights, and community breakdowns for an emotional deep dive.
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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 bleep Whole and
other spots full of family feuds, relationship roller coasters, and
those moments that make you wonder who really dropped the ball.
I'm your host, and today we're focusing on some of
the top stories from yesterday. These posts had folks buzzing
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with thousands of up votes and comments pouring in from
all sides. We've pulled six 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 you're new here, grab a snack,
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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 heartbreaking reveal about family
secrets and unequal love. Our first story is titled am
I the Bleephole? For refusing to tell my mom, who
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told me her husband isn't my dad. Here's what the
original poster had to say. Sixteen female. Always wondered why
my dad treated me different to my siblings fifteen female,
twelve male, and eleven male, even though me and my
sister are just over a year apart in age. He
would love on her and was super supportive of her
and her interests. He was her cheerleader when she needed one,
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and he made sure to be there for all her plays.
He's the same with my brothers, but he's never been
to any of my recitals. He never showed an interest
in the stuff I liked. Whenever I went to him
for cheering up, he brushed me off. And he spoiled
my siblings by buying them toys, candy, or whatever, but
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he never got that stuff for me. When Mom wasn't home,
I was either pushed to sleep at a friend's house
or a family member's house, or he'd do a movie
night or game night with my siblings and told me
to stay in my room. I cried to my mom
so many times about it, and she told me he
treated me that way because we were the most alike
and we butted heads, but I never fought him or
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disagreed with him. I never got the time with him
to do any of that. So when a relative told
me a couple of months ago that he's not my dad,
my mom was seeing him in my bio dad. Dad
knew about my bio dad and said he wasn't going
to keep sharing her. So Mom chose him, and then
when she found out about me, he said she could
keep me regardless, but if I wasn't his, he wanted
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a kid of his own. They DNA tested me, and
I'm not his. So my sister was born so close
to me because of the promise. After hearing the truth
and seeing proof, I confronted my parents. He told me
now that I knew, I could start calling him Drake
instead of Dad. My mom was not as yea as
she knows, though she has asked me every day, sometimes
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multiple times a day. Who told me she was pestered
by several family members to be honest, and she had
no idea which of them said something, and I refuse
to tell, even if it was disrespectful to do it
behind her back. I'm glad I found out now. It
also opened up the truth that I have no college
savings like my siblings, and Drake doesn't want me to
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stay a day after my eighteenth birthday. He said I
was never his, he never loved me, and he wants
at least one year of justice family. All my mom
cares about is finding out who She tried to ground me,
and she told me I needed to say because nobody
should tell a kid's stuff like this without a parent
knowing in being there, she said, hiding who they are
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also makes them shitty, because they are encouraging a miner
to keep stuff from a parent intentionally to avoid consequences
for the person. Am I the bleep whole reddit dot com?
This story is an absolute gutrencher, peeling back layers of
a childhood spent chasing affection that was never truly there,
all because of a secret that wasn't even hers to
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bear at sixteen. Piecing together the cold shoulders, the excluded
movie nights, and the blatant favoritism, it's enough to break
any one's heart. But then the bomb drops, He's not
your dad and he never signed up for the full package.
The way he flips from distant to outright rejecting her
name change in future plans. That's cruelty wrapped in honesty,
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and it stings Maum's obsession with the whistle blower over
her daughter's pain. It screams misplaced priorities like damage controlled
Trump's emotional support. I get the poster's fierce loyalty to
the relative who spilled the beans. Sometimes truth hurts less
than lies by omission. In my commentary, this one's a
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stark reminder of how parental choices echo into kids self worth.
She deserves a soft landing with real family bio or chosen,
and maybe some counseling to unpack the rejection holding that
boundary on the source smart self protection in a storm
of fallout. The community's response overwhelmingly not the bleep whole,
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with thousands rallying behind her right to silence and slamming
the parents for the unequal treatment. Top comments urged reaching
out to Bio dad if possible, in building that college
fund through scholarships, or mom's side, practical love in action.
One viral thread even shared resources for step family dynamics
gone wrong. If family favoritism has you questioning your place, no,
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you're not alone. This poster's strength at sixteen is inspiring.
Let's take a breath and move to our second story,
a tense stand off over promises made and broken that
drew heated debates on loyalty and leverage. This one's titled
Am I the bleep Whole? For how I convinced my
dad to let me live somewhere else when my step
Monster's dying? Straight from the poster. This is a throwaway account,
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just an f y to start with b G details.
Mom died when I was four in a really sudden way.
Dad had started dating again within a year and remarried
within a couple of years. When step Monster moved in,
she boxed up photos of my mom, her clothes, and
her keepsakes and tossed them out. They were saved by
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my aunt, who saw them outside our house. Dad supported
step Monster in her band of Mom being mentioned in
the house. We moved awhile after the wedding because step
Monster didn't want my mom's family in my life, and
my dad supported her wish. She didn't want them in
my life to connect me to Mom because she felt
it would keep me from calling her mom. My grandparents
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got grandparents visitation even though we lived in different states,
and I still saw them and my aunt's uncles and
other family on mom's side. It wasn't a lot, but
I saw them. My dad and step monster had some
kids together who are still really young now. I never
forgave my dad or step monster for everything that happened,
and I always had a bad relationship with them, even
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if she did try to be a good mom, and
I never respected or appreciate her or respected him. Moving
on to the post, my step monster got sick months
ago and was diagnosed with the kind of cancer they
can't cure. Her and my dad took the news badly,
and she was upset and worried about how she be
remembered and what their kids and would they really remember her.
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I told my dad I wanted to move out, and
he told me I was needed now more than ever,
and I'd regret if I moved. I told my dad
unless he wanted me to taunt step Monster about the
next wife, boxing her up and tossing her in the garbage,
he would let me go. This happened months ago b
t W. Dad acted like he was shocked. I'd think
about doing it, and I reminded him it's what they did.
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I said, I would gladly make her last weeks or
months miserable and fill her with the idea that she'll
be erased once she's gone and her kids won't be
allowed to remember her. I said, it's what she deserved.
My dad gave in and he let me move to
my grandparents. There were two times I thought he'd chicken out,
so I even had a draft text save where I
taunted step monster about what was to come. I only
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deleted it when I was finally living with my grandparents.
My dad thought i'd be back within a few weeks,
but I'm planning to stay. He even gave my grandparents
permission to register me for high school here, so I'm
settled and staying. I told him that he was like,
what the heck? Then he asked about saying good bye,
and I told him I wasn't interested. His wife texted
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and called too, but I ignore her. I know I
would say the awful stuff if I replied or spoke
to her. I really don't want to hear her cry
and say she loves me when she's just selfish and
maybe realizes now what a cruel person she was. A
few nights ago, my dad chewed me out over text
for how I went about all this, and he told
me I was cruel and to taunt a dying woman
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is a million times worse than what she did. I
don't feel bad about it, and I'm glad I'm not
around to hear all the sympathy and pity for her,
because I don't feel any or for my dad. But
even the fact I still have the urge to write
the stuff I threatened to makes me wonder if I'm
the bleephole for how I got what I wanted, Because
I know my dad is protecting his wife and doesn't
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like any of this, and I know I added stress
to an already stressful situation. Am I the bleep whole?
Reddit dot com? Whoa? This post packs a lifetime of
resentment into one explosive ultimatum, and it's hard not to
feel the raw edge of that long simmering grudge. Losing
Mom at four, only for stepmom to erase her memory
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like yesterday's trash. That's not just insensitive. It's a deliberate
rewrite of history, backed by a dad who chose silence
over solidarity. The isolation from Mom's family, the forced roll
as the outsider in her own home. It built a
wall brick. By unforgiving brick, then facing her terminal illness,
she flips the script with a threat mirroring their cruelty.
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It's dark poetry, a mirror held up to their past sins,
and while it worked, it leaves that lingering what if
of empathy's cost her urge to follow through even now
that's trauma talking loud and unfiltered commentary For me, revenge
feels good in a moment, but peace comes from distance,
not daggers. She's right to stay with grandparents and build
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her own roots, but unpacking that anger with a therapist
could free her from the cycle. Dad's chew out hypocritical,
much after enabling the original hurt. The reddit crowd split,
but leaning not the bleep whole, with up votes in
the thousands, praising her escape while cautioning against letting bitterness
defind her future. Top comments shared erasure stories of their own,
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urging no contact and legacy building. For mom one with
hundreds of up votes, quipped that step monsters facing her
own reflection. Ouch but true. If blended family wounds run
deep for you, this is a call to claim your space, unapologetically.
Shifting to story number three, a social media showdown that
lit up with outrage over fabricated family narratives. Title for
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number three, am I the bleephole for exposing my dad's
wife for her lies on social media about being the
primary parent for me and my siblings. The post goes.
A few months ago, I seventeen male, found out my
dad's wife has a social media account where she talks
about being a custodial stepmom who was poo pooed by
the kids she raised and their birth giver because all
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the kids ran to their birth giver as teens and
don't appreciate her for anything she did. She had a
whole story about raising us since we were toddlers, and
how dad was the custodial parent when she met him,
and she became a stay at home mom and treated
all her kids both bio and stepped the same. She claimed,
we never even knew what our birth giver looked like
until I was thirteen and found her online. She posted
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about how much that hurt her when she found out
I looked up the woman who gave birth to us
and abandoned us, which are her words, f yi. And
she'd post all these cue and as where she would
help other stepparents be the best custodial parents they could be.
She gave out some details about us, shared a photo
of my younger brother fourteen, without his face blurred. Then
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she told this really long winded and detailed story about
us running away one day and finding out we ran
away to our birthgiver's house and how we were brought back.
But it happened three more times until the courts became
involved and decided it would be easier to let us
live with our birth giver. This is all a load
of bull. Our parents shared custody of us our whole lives,
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and Mom had us more because Dad worked out of
town for like five days a month, so he had
to give Mom that time when he wasn't around. My
dad's wife has never ever been the primary parent for us,
even when Dad was at work and she was at home.
We didn't spend a lot of time with her, and
she was never responsible for doing everything like she claimed.
We never had a good relationship with her either, But
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after finding out about her page, I was more annoyed
by her than ever, for she always hated Mom and
liked trying to start stuff over bull stuff like the
fact Mom didn't just let us stay with dad's wife
when dad was out of town for five days, or
the fact she expected Mom to stop talking to her
man even through their co parenting app. I didn't do
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anything when I first found the page. I basically went
through a bunch of videos and saved them and showed
my mom. Then she did a live and I started
commenting in, calling her out for her lies and exposed
her for being a fraud about everything. I even made
my page public so people could see photos of me
and Mom throughout my childhood. It pissed my dad's wife
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off so bad that she threatened to harm my mom,
and so Mom called the police. My dad wanted to
know what was going on, and he defended the videos.
When I showed them to him. He said his wife
harmed nobody, and he said she talked about loving me
and my siblings, so what was the big deal. Ever
since the whole thing went down, me and my siblings
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have lived with Mom. But my dad's wife said I
had no right to intrude on her private space. It
was a public account and public humiliation is abusive, and
that's what I did to her, and she said it
was for spite and not for a good reason. I
didn't even waste my time trying to explain why she
was a hypocrite. But my dad's sister and brother in
law are taking Dad and his wife's side. They said
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I did it to hurt and humiliate her, and I
was childish in how I handled it. They said a
private talk would have been wiser. I think it's crazy,
but I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask him. I
the bleephole for what I did. Reddit dot com. This
one's a fireworks display of online fakery exploding in real
life consequences, where a stepmom's victim narrative crumbles under the
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weight of her own fiction, crafting tales of abandonment and
heroic parenting while shading the real mom. That's not just embellishing,
its emotional theft, stealing credit, and smearing legacies for likes
and sympathy. The un blurred photo of the brother a
privacy violation on top of the lies. Posters live comment
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take down complete with childhood proof bold messy justice that
escalated to threats yikes, but understandable fallout from poke hypocrisy,
Dad's defense of her love posts, blind spots, city ignoring
the harm in the fiction might take. Social media amplifies grudges,
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but truth telling isn't abuse when it's correcting public poison.
A private chat might have been cleaner, but after years
of tension, who could blame the eruption? She's thriving with
mom now win for boundaries the community firmly not the
bleep whole. Up votes soaring as folks roasted the stepmom's
grift and cheered the exposure. Top comments advised screenshot archives
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for legal if threats persist with one thread, diving into
custody wins. Post drama relatable rage if you've battled blended
family a b s online Up next a co parenting
crisis at midnight that had everyone nodding in solidarity over safety.
First title for number four, Am I the bleephole for
refusing to pick up my four year old for my ex?
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The details. 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 m on Saturday when he called
me and asked me to pick up my son because
his girlfriend was in labor. I had no problem watching
my son, but I had been drinking, so I told
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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 since she was in labor. I explained I had
been drinking and would not be driving to come get
him because I did not feel safe driving myself, let
alone with my four year old in the car. I
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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
him up in case she goes into labor. I told
him that while my four year old is my responsibility
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on my parenting time, his girlfriend and new baby were
not my responsibility. I also said it would be irresponsible
of me 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 yelling
at me over the phone to get your backside over
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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've been drinking. So am
I the bleephole for refusing to pick up my son?
Reddit dot com midnight labor drama with a side of
impaired driving demands. This post is a textbook co parenting
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nightmare where one parent's emergency collides with another's common sense
offering to watch the kid, but drawing the line at
driving buzzed. That's not dodging duty, that's prioritizing safety in
a five minute radius that somehow stretched to thirty minutes
of yelling X's entitlement, blaming her due date secrecy on
her while screaming in front of the four year old
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toxic overload, turning a tense handoff into trauma fodder, her
empathy for the girl friend amid the chaos, classy touch
in the storm. Commentary wise, this underscores why co parenting
plans need back cups for curveballs like this may be
a neutral pick up spot or app alurts for dates,
hanging up and texting de escalation. Gold reddits take unanimously
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not the bleep Whole, with comments flooding in on documenting
the outburst for court and tips for sober networks. One
topper with thousands of up votes called it a red
flag parade for excess control issues. If shared custody has
you walking eggshells, remember your judgment protects the little ones
most now. Story number five, a painful injury exposing cracks
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in partnership support that sparked endless empathy. Shares titled am
I the Bleephole for telling my boyfriend I'm thinking about
leaving the relationship after he told me I don't need him.
After I broke my ankle yesterday from the original post.
My boyfriend thirty four male whom we will call Tray,
and I twenty seven female, have been together not even
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a full year yet I love him and he is
a great guy. I am just starting to notice we
have two different outlooks and views on how relationships should be,
such as how men should treat women and vice versa.
Some context, he sees women should be independent with or
without a partner. I agree. However, I also feel your
partner should take some of the load off and help
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out my ideal of a partnership. He also would like
me to figure things out before I call him, which
is weird to me. So now the story. I bought
him some chips a couple days ago and kept forgetting
them in my car. It's five am. He got off
from working ten hours and called me and asked if
I could grab them out the car. No, biggie. We
had a regular convo. How was work, He'd tell me,
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and I would just see him once he got home.
Once we got off the phone, I got up and
went out to the car to get the chips. I
forgot to turn on the porch light and missed the
step out front and fell I heard a crack on
my left foot on my way down to the ground,
and immediately knew something was wrong. I picked myself up
after screaming in the front yard in pain, went back
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in the house and sat at the kitchen table, having
a panic attack until he got home. In the meantime,
I took off my socks and saw my left ankle
was swollen the size of a golf ball. The right
leg hurt the most. Once he got in, he heard
me hyperventilating, walked into the kitchen, seize me and goes,
what's wrong. I couldn't speak, so I pointed down to
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my ankles and could eventually tell him I fell going
out to my car. He panicked by seeing how big
my ankle was and goes, I don't know what to do.
He picked me up and took me to the couch.
He walked off and I was crying hysterically in pain.
He tells me he's going out to smoke. When he
comes back inside, I insist I need to go to
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the hospital. He goes, okay, but right now, I just worked.
I need to shower. I get so irritated I yell
go ahead. I got angry. I'm in pain, unbearable pain.
He says, ok, I will take a quick shower, which
led to thirty minutes later. All I could do was
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think of calling for an ambulance. I'm still crying at
this point. Once he finally gets out the shower, he
double checks and says, are you sure you want to go?
I screamed yes. He's panicking and goes okay. While he's
putting on clothes, I was wearing a moomoo free bawling,
so I told him to grab me some panties and shorts.
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Took him a few minutes to get it, but he did.
He helped me put on clothes and walked off to
do whatever. It felt like he was stalling, so I go,
you know what, It's fine, I'll call for an ambulance.
I felt he had no sense of urgency. He called
me crazy for mentioning the ambulance and said I wouldn't
put this on you if it were the other way around.
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That made me very upset, and I shouted are you
going to take me or not? He asked, as your
ankle heard or not? Fast forward. We are in the
car on our way to the emergency room. I tell him.
Once I get in and situated he can go home.
I understand he was tired and hungry. He said I
was crazy and he was staying. I let it go.
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Once I get into a room, the doctors asked if
he could step out while they did X rays. He
stepped out. X rays took all of five minutes. I
thought he went out into the hallway. An hour goes
by and he called me, saying, what are they saying?
I told him we were waiting on X rays. To
come back and ask where are you? He said in
the lobby he fell asleep and that he was coming
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back in the room. He comes back with food. He
got me a sandwich. He eats and falls asleep again,
but I noticed he couldn't get comfy. He starts complaining
about how long they are taking, how tired he is,
how long he's worked, and it got annoying very fast.
One PM rolled around and still nothing from the doctor's
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and Tray is huffing and puffing. So I told him
to go home because he isn't helping and I can't
do anything. He leaves, and about forty five minutes later,
doctor says, I sprained my left ankle and broke the
right one. No surgery needed, doctor gave me two boots.
Am I the bleep Whole? Reddit dot com boof this
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injury tale turns into a litmus test for partnership, where
a simple fall cracks open mismatched expectations on care and
urgency from the porch plunged to the emergency room weight.
Her pain is palpable, amplified by his shower, detour, lobby,
nap and complaints. It's like support showed up fashionably late
and left early. His independence ideal clashes hard with her
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teamwork vision, especially when vulnerability hits calling ambulance talk crazy.
That's dismissal, not partnership. The sandwich gesture sweet but sandwiched
between stalls commentary. Early relationships are trial runs for crises,
and this exposed empathy gap. Her threat to leave isn't rash,
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It's a wake up to needs. Unmapp therapy or talks
could bridge views, but if he can't step up in
sprains how in storms. Community verdict not the Bleep Whole,
with up votes pouring in for her boundaries and roasts
on his fatigue excuses. Top comments urged mobility, aids and
friend networks one with thousands sharing er abandonment horrors, a
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nod to healing that ankle and heart alike. Finally, our
sixth story, a grief milestone snub that culminated in a
group chat exit resonating with lost navigators everywhere, titled am
I the bleephole for leaving the family group chat after
they ignored my first birthday since my mom died? The details.
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I twenty eight female, lost my mom to brain cancer
last year. It's been the hardest thing I've ever gone through.
Before she passed, she asked my dad's two sisters, my aunts,
to look after my brother and me. This year has
been a fog of grief. My mom's birthday is in
early September, and as it approached, my dad, brother and
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I were deeply depressed. We've even started learning Portuguese to
feel closer to her heritage. The issues started on Mother's Day.
My dad's mom, my Grandma, invited us to celebrate. We went,
but it was too painful. My dad later texted my
aunt to explain that he would visit for Mother's Day.
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My brother and I weren't ready to celebrate yet. My
Grandma called me furious and told me I needed to
accept that my mom is gone. Things came to a
head around my grandma's birthday dinner in late August. We
were all in a low mood. I was dealing with
a health scare kidney stone, and my brother was stressed
about his job. We were quiet and withdrawn, though we
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still interacted. My dad eventually texted the family asking them
to please give us some space to grieve, especially with
my mom's birthday coming up. One of my aunts in
another country blew up, accusing us of cutting off family.
I tried to explain we just needed time, but she
kept blaming us. Then my birthday came. It was my
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first one without my mom. No one from my dad's
side of the family, not my grandma, not my aunt's
wished me a happy birthday in the family group chat.
The only one who did was my younger cousin, eighteen female,
who sent me a private message for context. I've always
been the good grandchild. I was the only one who
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accompanied my grandparents to all their doctor's appointments. My dad
is the only one who gives my grandma money and
pays for her medical procedures. Seeing the chat silent on
my birthday, while knowing they'd instantly post greetings for others
felt like a deliberate collective punishment for being sad. I
couldn't take it any more and left the group chat,
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as they never missed my birthday since I was born. Now,
my husband thinks quitting the group was a childish move
that gives them the reaction they want. My dad and brother,
while supportive, also think I shouldn't have left, as it
shows them they got to me. But I feel like
it was a necessary act of self preservation. So am
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I the bleep whole for leaving the family group chat
after they ignored my birthday while I'm grieving my mom
Reddit dot com griefs firsts are brutal enough without family
turning them into battle grounds, and this silent birthday snub
feels like salt in an open wound, punishment for morning
authentically in a group that demands performative cheer. Grandma's accepted
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dictate and cut off accusations. That's grief shaming, not support,
especially from folks who've leaned on her good will. The
Portuguese lessons touch beautiful tether to mom amid the fog.
Exiting the chat not childish. It's curating peace when toxicity
crowds in husband and bros. Worry about showing her to
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valid but self preservation Trump's optics, my thoughts, loss redefines family,
Cherish the cousin's quiet kindness, lean on therapy for the fog,
and let go of groups that grieve your grieving. Reddit
roared not the bleep whole up votes in droves validating
the exit as armor. Comments brimmed with similar snubs, burging
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custom circles and heritage dives, one top with thousands. Silence
is their loss, not us,
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 bleep Whole and
other spots full of family feuds, relationship roller coasters, and
those moments that make you wonder who really dropped the ball.
I'm your host, and today we're focusing on some of
the top stories from yesterday. These posts had folks buzzing
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with thousands of up votes and comments pouring in from
all sides. We've pulled six 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 you're new here, grab a snack,
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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 heartbreaking reveal about family
secrets and unequal love. Our first story is titled am
I the Bleephole? For refusing to tell my mom, who
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told me her husband isn't my dad. Here's what the
original poster had to say. Sixteen female. Always wondered why
my dad treated me different to my siblings fifteen female,
twelve male, and eleven male, even though me and my
sister are just over a year apart in age. He
would love on her and was super supportive of her
and her interests. He was her cheerleader when she needed one,
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and he made sure to be there for all her plays.
He's the same with my brothers, but he's never been
to any of my recitals. He never showed an interest
in the stuff I liked. Whenever I went to him
for cheering up, he brushed me off. And he spoiled
my siblings by buying them toys, candy, or whatever, but
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he never got that stuff for me. When Mom wasn't home,
I was either pushed to sleep at a friend's house
or a family member's house, or he'd do a movie
night or game night with my siblings and told me
to stay in my room. I cried to my mom
so many times about it, and she told me he
treated me that way because we were the most alike
and we butted heads, but I never fought him or
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disagreed with him. I never got the time with him
to do any of that. So when a relative told
me a couple of months ago that he's not my dad,
my mom was seeing him in my bio dad. Dad
knew about my bio dad and said he wasn't going
to keep sharing her. So Mom chose him, and then
when she found out about me, he said she could
keep me regardless, but if I wasn't his, he wanted
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a kid of his own. They DNA tested me, and
I'm not his. So my sister was born so close
to me because of the promise. After hearing the truth
and seeing proof, I confronted my parents. He told me
now that I knew, I could start calling him Drake
instead of Dad. My mom was not as yea as
she knows, though she has asked me every day, sometimes
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multiple times a day. Who told me she was pestered
by several family members to be honest, and she had
no idea which of them said something, and I refuse
to tell, even if it was disrespectful to do it
behind her back. I'm glad I found out now. It
also opened up the truth that I have no college
savings like my siblings, and Drake doesn't want me to
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stay a day after my eighteenth birthday. He said I
was never his, he never loved me, and he wants
at least one year of justice family. All my mom
cares about is finding out who She tried to ground me,
and she told me I needed to say because nobody
should tell a kid's stuff like this without a parent
knowing in being there, she said, hiding who they are
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also makes them shitty, because they are encouraging a miner
to keep stuff from a parent intentionally to avoid consequences
for the person. Am I the bleep whole reddit dot com?
This story is an absolute gutrencher, peeling back layers of
a childhood spent chasing affection that was never truly there,
all because of a secret that wasn't even hers to
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bear at sixteen. Piecing together the cold shoulders, the excluded
movie nights, and the blatant favoritism, it's enough to break
any one's heart. But then the bomb drops, He's not
your dad and he never signed up for the full package.
The way he flips from distant to outright rejecting her
name change in future plans. That's cruelty wrapped in honesty,
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and it stings Maum's obsession with the whistle blower over
her daughter's pain. It screams misplaced priorities like damage controlled
Trump's emotional support. I get the poster's fierce loyalty to
the relative who spilled the beans. Sometimes truth hurts less
than lies by omission. In my commentary, this one's a
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stark reminder of how parental choices echo into kids self worth.
She deserves a soft landing with real family bio or chosen,
and maybe some counseling to unpack the rejection holding that
boundary on the source smart self protection in a storm
of fallout. The community's response overwhelmingly not the bleep whole,
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with thousands rallying behind her right to silence and slamming
the parents for the unequal treatment. Top comments urged reaching
out to Bio dad if possible, in building that college
fund through scholarships, or mom's side, practical love in action.
One viral thread even shared resources for step family dynamics
gone wrong. If family favoritism has you questioning your place, no,
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you're not alone. This poster's strength at sixteen is inspiring.
Let's take a breath and move to our second story,
a tense stand off over promises made and broken that
drew heated debates on loyalty and leverage. This one's titled
Am I the bleep Whole? For how I convinced my
dad to let me live somewhere else when my step
Monster's dying? Straight from the poster. This is a throwaway account,
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just an f y to start with b G details.
Mom died when I was four in a really sudden way.
Dad had started dating again within a year and remarried
within a couple of years. When step Monster moved in,
she boxed up photos of my mom, her clothes, and
her keepsakes and tossed them out. They were saved by
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my aunt, who saw them outside our house. Dad supported
step Monster in her band of Mom being mentioned in
the house. We moved awhile after the wedding because step
Monster didn't want my mom's family in my life, and
my dad supported her wish. She didn't want them in
my life to connect me to Mom because she felt
it would keep me from calling her mom. My grandparents
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got grandparents visitation even though we lived in different states,
and I still saw them and my aunt's uncles and
other family on mom's side. It wasn't a lot, but
I saw them. My dad and step monster had some
kids together who are still really young now. I never
forgave my dad or step monster for everything that happened,
and I always had a bad relationship with them, even
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if she did try to be a good mom, and
I never respected or appreciate her or respected him. Moving
on to the post, my step monster got sick months
ago and was diagnosed with the kind of cancer they
can't cure. Her and my dad took the news badly,
and she was upset and worried about how she be
remembered and what their kids and would they really remember her.
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I told my dad I wanted to move out, and
he told me I was needed now more than ever,
and I'd regret if I moved. I told my dad
unless he wanted me to taunt step Monster about the
next wife, boxing her up and tossing her in the garbage,
he would let me go. This happened months ago b
t W. Dad acted like he was shocked. I'd think
about doing it, and I reminded him it's what they did.
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I said, I would gladly make her last weeks or
months miserable and fill her with the idea that she'll
be erased once she's gone and her kids won't be
allowed to remember her. I said, it's what she deserved.
My dad gave in and he let me move to
my grandparents. There were two times I thought he'd chicken out,
so I even had a draft text save where I
taunted step monster about what was to come. I only
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deleted it when I was finally living with my grandparents.
My dad thought i'd be back within a few weeks,
but I'm planning to stay. He even gave my grandparents
permission to register me for high school here, so I'm
settled and staying. I told him that he was like,
what the heck? Then he asked about saying good bye,
and I told him I wasn't interested. His wife texted
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and called too, but I ignore her. I know I
would say the awful stuff if I replied or spoke
to her. I really don't want to hear her cry
and say she loves me when she's just selfish and
maybe realizes now what a cruel person she was. A
few nights ago, my dad chewed me out over text
for how I went about all this, and he told
me I was cruel and to taunt a dying woman
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is a million times worse than what she did. I
don't feel bad about it, and I'm glad I'm not
around to hear all the sympathy and pity for her,
because I don't feel any or for my dad. But
even the fact I still have the urge to write
the stuff I threatened to makes me wonder if I'm
the bleephole for how I got what I wanted, Because
I know my dad is protecting his wife and doesn't
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like any of this, and I know I added stress
to an already stressful situation. Am I the bleep whole?
Reddit dot com? Whoa? This post packs a lifetime of
resentment into one explosive ultimatum, and it's hard not to
feel the raw edge of that long simmering grudge. Losing
Mom at four, only for stepmom to erase her memory
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like yesterday's trash. That's not just insensitive. It's a deliberate
rewrite of history, backed by a dad who chose silence
over solidarity. The isolation from Mom's family, the forced roll
as the outsider in her own home. It built a
wall brick. By unforgiving brick, then facing her terminal illness,
she flips the script with a threat mirroring their cruelty.
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It's dark poetry, a mirror held up to their past sins,
and while it worked, it leaves that lingering what if
of empathy's cost her urge to follow through even now
that's trauma talking loud and unfiltered commentary For me, revenge
feels good in a moment, but peace comes from distance,
not daggers. She's right to stay with grandparents and build
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her own roots, but unpacking that anger with a therapist
could free her from the cycle. Dad's chew out hypocritical,
much after enabling the original hurt. The reddit crowd split,
but leaning not the bleep whole, with up votes in
the thousands, praising her escape while cautioning against letting bitterness
defind her future. Top comments shared erasure stories of their own,
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urging no contact and legacy building. For mom one with
hundreds of up votes, quipped that step monsters facing her
own reflection. Ouch but true. If blended family wounds run
deep for you, this is a call to claim your space, unapologetically.
Shifting to story number three, a social media showdown that
lit up with outrage over fabricated family narratives. Title for
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number three, am I the bleephole for exposing my dad's
wife for her lies on social media about being the
primary parent for me and my siblings. The post goes.
A few months ago, I seventeen male, found out my
dad's wife has a social media account where she talks
about being a custodial stepmom who was poo pooed by
the kids she raised and their birth giver because all
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the kids ran to their birth giver as teens and
don't appreciate her for anything she did. She had a
whole story about raising us since we were toddlers, and
how dad was the custodial parent when she met him,
and she became a stay at home mom and treated
all her kids both bio and stepped the same. She claimed,
we never even knew what our birth giver looked like
until I was thirteen and found her online. She posted
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about how much that hurt her when she found out
I looked up the woman who gave birth to us
and abandoned us, which are her words, f yi. And
she'd post all these cue and as where she would
help other stepparents be the best custodial parents they could be.
She gave out some details about us, shared a photo
of my younger brother fourteen, without his face blurred. Then
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she told this really long winded and detailed story about
us running away one day and finding out we ran
away to our birthgiver's house and how we were brought back.
But it happened three more times until the courts became
involved and decided it would be easier to let us
live with our birth giver. This is all a load
of bull. Our parents shared custody of us our whole lives,
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and Mom had us more because Dad worked out of
town for like five days a month, so he had
to give Mom that time when he wasn't around. My
dad's wife has never ever been the primary parent for us,
even when Dad was at work and she was at home.
We didn't spend a lot of time with her, and
she was never responsible for doing everything like she claimed.
We never had a good relationship with her either, But
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after finding out about her page, I was more annoyed
by her than ever, for she always hated Mom and
liked trying to start stuff over bull stuff like the
fact Mom didn't just let us stay with dad's wife
when dad was out of town for five days, or
the fact she expected Mom to stop talking to her
man even through their co parenting app. I didn't do
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anything when I first found the page. I basically went
through a bunch of videos and saved them and showed
my mom. Then she did a live and I started
commenting in, calling her out for her lies and exposed
her for being a fraud about everything. I even made
my page public so people could see photos of me
and Mom throughout my childhood. It pissed my dad's wife
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off so bad that she threatened to harm my mom,
and so Mom called the police. My dad wanted to
know what was going on, and he defended the videos.
When I showed them to him. He said his wife
harmed nobody, and he said she talked about loving me
and my siblings, so what was the big deal. Ever
since the whole thing went down, me and my siblings
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have lived with Mom. But my dad's wife said I
had no right to intrude on her private space. It
was a public account and public humiliation is abusive, and
that's what I did to her, and she said it
was for spite and not for a good reason. I
didn't even waste my time trying to explain why she
was a hypocrite. But my dad's sister and brother in
law are taking Dad and his wife's side. They said
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I did it to hurt and humiliate her, and I
was childish in how I handled it. They said a
private talk would have been wiser. I think it's crazy,
but I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask him. I
the bleephole for what I did. Reddit dot com. This
one's a fireworks display of online fakery exploding in real
life consequences, where a stepmom's victim narrative crumbles under the
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weight of her own fiction, crafting tales of abandonment and
heroic parenting while shading the real mom. That's not just embellishing,
its emotional theft, stealing credit, and smearing legacies for likes
and sympathy. The un blurred photo of the brother a
privacy violation on top of the lies. Posters live comment
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take down complete with childhood proof bold messy justice that
escalated to threats yikes, but understandable fallout from poke hypocrisy,
Dad's defense of her love posts, blind spots, city ignoring
the harm in the fiction might take. Social media amplifies grudges,
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but truth telling isn't abuse when it's correcting public poison.
A private chat might have been cleaner, but after years
of tension, who could blame the eruption? She's thriving with
mom now win for boundaries the community firmly not the
bleep whole. Up votes soaring as folks roasted the stepmom's
grift and cheered the exposure. Top comments advised screenshot archives
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for legal if threats persist with one thread, diving into
custody wins. Post drama relatable rage if you've battled blended
family a b s online Up next a co parenting
crisis at midnight that had everyone nodding in solidarity over safety.
First title for number four, Am I the bleephole for
refusing to pick up my four year old for my ex?
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The details. 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 m on Saturday when he called
me and asked me to pick up my son because
his girlfriend was in labor. I had no problem watching
my son, but I had been drinking, so I told
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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 since she was in labor. I explained I had
been drinking and would not be driving to come get
him because I did not feel safe driving myself, let
alone with my four year old in the car. I
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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
him up in case she goes into labor. I told
him that while my four year old is my responsibility
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on my parenting time, his girlfriend and new baby were
not my responsibility. I also said it would be irresponsible
of me 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 yelling
at me over the phone to get your backside over
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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've been drinking. So am
I the bleephole for refusing to pick up my son?
Reddit dot com midnight labor drama with a side of
impaired driving demands. This post is a textbook co parenting
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nightmare where one parent's emergency collides with another's common sense
offering to watch the kid, but drawing the line at
driving buzzed. That's not dodging duty, that's prioritizing safety in
a five minute radius that somehow stretched to thirty minutes
of yelling X's entitlement, blaming her due date secrecy on
her while screaming in front of the four year old
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toxic overload, turning a tense handoff into trauma fodder, her
empathy for the girl friend amid the chaos, classy touch
in the storm. Commentary wise, this underscores why co parenting
plans need back cups for curveballs like this may be
a neutral pick up spot or app alurts for dates,
hanging up and texting de escalation. Gold reddits take unanimously
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not the bleep Whole, with comments flooding in on documenting
the outburst for court and tips for sober networks. One
topper with thousands of up votes called it a red
flag parade for excess control issues. If shared custody has
you walking eggshells, remember your judgment protects the little ones
most now. Story number five, a painful injury exposing cracks
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in partnership support that sparked endless empathy. Shares titled am
I the Bleephole for telling my boyfriend I'm thinking about
leaving the relationship after he told me I don't need him.
After I broke my ankle yesterday from the original post.
My boyfriend thirty four male whom we will call Tray,
and I twenty seven female, have been together not even
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a full year yet I love him and he is
a great guy. I am just starting to notice we
have two different outlooks and views on how relationships should be,
such as how men should treat women and vice versa.
Some context, he sees women should be independent with or
without a partner. I agree. However, I also feel your
partner should take some of the load off and help
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out my ideal of a partnership. He also would like
me to figure things out before I call him, which
is weird to me. So now the story. I bought
him some chips a couple days ago and kept forgetting
them in my car. It's five am. He got off
from working ten hours and called me and asked if
I could grab them out the car. No, biggie. We
had a regular convo. How was work, He'd tell me,
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and I would just see him once he got home.
Once we got off the phone, I got up and
went out to the car to get the chips. I
forgot to turn on the porch light and missed the
step out front and fell I heard a crack on
my left foot on my way down to the ground,
and immediately knew something was wrong. I picked myself up
after screaming in the front yard in pain, went back
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in the house and sat at the kitchen table, having
a panic attack until he got home. In the meantime,
I took off my socks and saw my left ankle
was swollen the size of a golf ball. The right
leg hurt the most. Once he got in, he heard
me hyperventilating, walked into the kitchen, seize me and goes,
what's wrong. I couldn't speak, so I pointed down to
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my ankles and could eventually tell him I fell going
out to my car. He panicked by seeing how big
my ankle was and goes, I don't know what to do.
He picked me up and took me to the couch.
He walked off and I was crying hysterically in pain.
He tells me he's going out to smoke. When he
comes back inside, I insist I need to go to
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the hospital. He goes, okay, but right now, I just worked.
I need to shower. I get so irritated I yell
go ahead. I got angry. I'm in pain, unbearable pain.
He says, ok, I will take a quick shower, which
led to thirty minutes later. All I could do was
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think of calling for an ambulance. I'm still crying at
this point. Once he finally gets out the shower, he
double checks and says, are you sure you want to go?
I screamed yes. He's panicking and goes okay. While he's
putting on clothes, I was wearing a moomoo free bawling,
so I told him to grab me some panties and shorts.
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Took him a few minutes to get it, but he did.
He helped me put on clothes and walked off to
do whatever. It felt like he was stalling, so I go,
you know what, It's fine, I'll call for an ambulance.
I felt he had no sense of urgency. He called
me crazy for mentioning the ambulance and said I wouldn't
put this on you if it were the other way around.
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That made me very upset, and I shouted are you
going to take me or not? He asked, as your
ankle heard or not? Fast forward. We are in the
car on our way to the emergency room. I tell him.
Once I get in and situated he can go home.
I understand he was tired and hungry. He said I
was crazy and he was staying. I let it go.
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Once I get into a room, the doctors asked if
he could step out while they did X rays. He
stepped out. X rays took all of five minutes. I
thought he went out into the hallway. An hour goes
by and he called me, saying, what are they saying?
I told him we were waiting on X rays. To
come back and ask where are you? He said in
the lobby he fell asleep and that he was coming
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back in the room. He comes back with food. He
got me a sandwich. He eats and falls asleep again,
but I noticed he couldn't get comfy. He starts complaining
about how long they are taking, how tired he is,
how long he's worked, and it got annoying very fast.
One PM rolled around and still nothing from the doctor's
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and Tray is huffing and puffing. So I told him
to go home because he isn't helping and I can't
do anything. He leaves, and about forty five minutes later,
doctor says, I sprained my left ankle and broke the
right one. No surgery needed, doctor gave me two boots.
Am I the bleep Whole? Reddit dot com boof this
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injury tale turns into a litmus test for partnership, where
a simple fall cracks open mismatched expectations on care and
urgency from the porch plunged to the emergency room weight.
Her pain is palpable, amplified by his shower, detour, lobby,
nap and complaints. It's like support showed up fashionably late
and left early. His independence ideal clashes hard with her
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teamwork vision, especially when vulnerability hits calling ambulance talk crazy.
That's dismissal, not partnership. The sandwich gesture sweet but sandwiched
between stalls commentary. Early relationships are trial runs for crises,
and this exposed empathy gap. Her threat to leave isn't rash,
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It's a wake up to needs. Unmapp therapy or talks
could bridge views, but if he can't step up in
sprains how in storms. Community verdict not the Bleep Whole,
with up votes pouring in for her boundaries and roasts
on his fatigue excuses. Top comments urged mobility, aids and
friend networks one with thousands sharing er abandonment horrors, a
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nod to healing that ankle and heart alike. Finally, our
sixth story, a grief milestone snub that culminated in a
group chat exit resonating with lost navigators everywhere, titled am
I the bleephole for leaving the family group chat after
they ignored my first birthday since my mom died? The details.
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I twenty eight female, lost my mom to brain cancer
last year. It's been the hardest thing I've ever gone through.
Before she passed, she asked my dad's two sisters, my aunts,
to look after my brother and me. This year has
been a fog of grief. My mom's birthday is in
early September, and as it approached, my dad, brother and
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I were deeply depressed. We've even started learning Portuguese to
feel closer to her heritage. The issues started on Mother's Day.
My dad's mom, my Grandma, invited us to celebrate. We went,
but it was too painful. My dad later texted my
aunt to explain that he would visit for Mother's Day.
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My brother and I weren't ready to celebrate yet. My
Grandma called me furious and told me I needed to
accept that my mom is gone. Things came to a
head around my grandma's birthday dinner in late August. We
were all in a low mood. I was dealing with
a health scare kidney stone, and my brother was stressed
about his job. We were quiet and withdrawn, though we
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still interacted. My dad eventually texted the family asking them
to please give us some space to grieve, especially with
my mom's birthday coming up. One of my aunts in
another country blew up, accusing us of cutting off family.
I tried to explain we just needed time, but she
kept blaming us. Then my birthday came. It was my
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first one without my mom. No one from my dad's
side of the family, not my grandma, not my aunt's
wished me a happy birthday in the family group chat.
The only one who did was my younger cousin, eighteen female,
who sent me a private message for context. I've always
been the good grandchild. I was the only one who
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accompanied my grandparents to all their doctor's appointments. My dad
is the only one who gives my grandma money and
pays for her medical procedures. Seeing the chat silent on
my birthday, while knowing they'd instantly post greetings for others
felt like a deliberate collective punishment for being sad. I
couldn't take it any more and left the group chat,
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as they never missed my birthday since I was born. Now,
my husband thinks quitting the group was a childish move
that gives them the reaction they want. My dad and brother,
while supportive, also think I shouldn't have left, as it
shows them they got to me. But I feel like
it was a necessary act of self preservation. So am
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I the bleep whole for leaving the family group chat
after they ignored my birthday while I'm grieving my mom
Reddit dot com griefs firsts are brutal enough without family
turning them into battle grounds, and this silent birthday snub
feels like salt in an open wound, punishment for morning
authentically in a group that demands performative cheer. Grandma's accepted
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dictate and cut off accusations. That's grief shaming, not support,
especially from folks who've leaned on her good will. The
Portuguese lessons touch beautiful tether to mom amid the fog.
Exiting the chat not childish. It's curating peace when toxicity
crowds in husband and bros. Worry about showing her to
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valid but self preservation Trump's optics, my thoughts, loss redefines family,
Cherish the cousin's quiet kindness, lean on therapy for the fog,
and let go of groups that grieve your grieving. Reddit
roared not the bleep whole up votes in droves validating
the exit as armor. Comments brimmed with similar snubs, burging
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custom circles and heritage dives, one top with thousands. Silence
is their loss, not us,
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If you've ever wanted to know about champagne, satanism, the Stonewall Uprising, chaos theory, LSD, El Nino, true crime and Rosa Parks, then look no further. Josh and Chuck have you covered.
Cardiac Cowboys
The heart was always off-limits to surgeons. Cutting into it spelled instant death for the patient. That is, until a ragtag group of doctors scattered across the Midwest and Texas decided to throw out the rule book. Working in makeshift laboratories and home garages, using medical devices made from scavenged machine parts and beer tubes, these men and women invented the field of open heart surgery. Odds are, someone you know is alive because of them. So why has history left them behind? Presented by Chris Pine, CARDIAC COWBOYS tells the gripping true story behind the birth of heart surgery, and the young, Greatest Generation doctors who made it happen. For years, they competed and feuded, racing to be the first, the best, and the most prolific. Some appeared on the cover of Time Magazine, operated on kings and advised presidents. Others ended up disgraced, penniless, and convicted of felonies. Together, they ignited a revolution in medicine, and changed the world.
The Joe Rogan Experience
The official podcast of comedian Joe Rogan.