October 4, 2025 • 34 mins
Dive into a collection of the year's most compelling AITA posts, exploring roommate antics, parenting pitfalls, generational conflicts, wedding woes, financial family feuds, trust issues in relationships, childhood traumas, and therapy breakdowns. We read the raw tales and offer thoughtful commentary on the drama that sparks debate about right and wrong in everyday life.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Welcome back to the podcast, where we dive into the
wild world of interpersonal drama from Reddit. We read through
stories from subreddits like am i the bleep Whole, sharing
the raw tales and tossing in some thoughts along the way.
To day, We've got an extended line up of some
of the top stories from the year that are sure
to spark some debate. These are the kinds of conflicts
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that make you question relationships, family dynamics, and personal boundaries.
With so many compelling posts out there, we're going for
a longer episode to really unpack them all and give
each one the attention it deserves. Let's jump right in.
Our first story kicks things off with a clever bit
of room mate revenge involving groceries and a dietary twist.
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The title is am I the Bleephole for switching to
regular milk to prove my lactose intolerant roommate keeps stealing
from me. Me and two other guys share an apartment
together and we split all the bills. The only thing
we don't split costs on is groceries. Every one's in
charge of buying their own food, and we don't touch
whatever doesn't belong to us in the fridge. We put
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our names on everything so no one gets mixed up.
This issue has been going on almost a year, and
I'm sick of it. One of my roommates are keep
stealing my food. I get home from work and containers
with my leftovers are sometimes missing, they have my name
written on it, or my stuff finishes too quick. My
gallon of milk, for example, I buy almond milk because
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I like the taste, but it seems to finish after
a week, even though I've only drank once or twice.
I confronted Are about this lots of times, and that's
caused a lot of arguments. He outright denies it and
tells me I'm crazy, even though it's so obvious. My
other roommate and I carpool together because we both work
the same early morning shifts around the same area, so
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I know it's not him. It's always after we get
back home and ours already left for work that I
notice my food's gone. My roommates also had a similar problem,
but not as often as I do. I'm guessing CAUs
Or doesn't like what he buys. The funny thing is
our buys a lot for himself and is even more
stingy about his food. He will literally point out what's
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his when he comes back from grocery shopping and tells
us not to touch it. Last week, my milk was
nearly empty again, and I got fed up. I went
to the liquor store and bought regular dairy milk. I
drank what was left of my almond milk and refilled
the gallon with the one I bought. This was to
catch slash proove Are is the one stealing, since he's
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lactose intolerant. The next day, Saturday, we get back from
work and Are is pissed. He yelled at me that
he was stuck in the bathroom for forty minutes with
diarrhea because of my milk. He was using it to
make a shake. I only responded with, so, then you're
the one who's been stealing. He freaking exploded. Yeah. He
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admitted he was sometimes drinking my milk and eating my food,
but he was more mad that I switched milks than
the fact that he was caught. I told him I
wouldn't have done that if he'd just stopped taking my
stuff from the fridge, or at least told the truth
instead of trying to make it seem like I was
making it up. My roommate backed me up and thought
it was kind of funny he got payback for stealing
from us. It's a little tense right now, and my
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roommate told me are is trying to convince him to
agree to kick me out. Little does he know we're
both looking to move somewhere else together cause we are
sick of his stuff. I told some buddies what happened,
And if you think I was a bleephole for that,
I feel like I'm not in the wrong here. He
was taking my food and not even owning up to it,
and I wanted to prove it. Does that make me
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the bleephole roommate? Drama like this is always entertaining, especially
when it involves a bit of petty revenge that backfires
in such a satisfying way. The original poster went to
some lengths to prove a point, and while swapping the
milk could have led to some uncomfortable consequences, it did
expose the thief. It's a reminder that living with others
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means respecting boundaries, and when someone keeps crossing them, sometimes
a creator of solution is the only way to get through.
But was it too far? Listeners? Would you have done
the same or is this crossing into dangerous territory with
someone's health? Food? Theft is frustrating, no doubt, but the
payback here has a certain poetic justice. Let's see what
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the next story brings. It's about parenting and addressing prejudice.
Head on. Next up, a family meal turns into a
teaching moment with lasting repercussions. Title Am I the bleep
whole for punishing my son after he said something racist?
About a week ago, my thirty nine female family ordered
Chinese food for delivery. When the delivery driver came to
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the door, my daughter, sixteen female was taking the cat
upstairs to put in her room because he always tries
to eat the food. My son, thirteen male, loudly says,
make sure to hide the cat from the Chinese guy.
As I am at the door getting the food from
the Chinese delivery driver, he very obviously heard what my
son say said and was upset by it. I quickly
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apologized and took the food. I told my son that
racist jokes were completely unacceptable and very wrong, and he
refused to admit that he was in the wrong. So
later that night I forced my son to write a
sincere apology to the delivery driver his name was on
the receipt, as well as write a one page paper
on Chinese culture and a one page paper on why
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racism is perpetuated by racist jokes and stereotypes. Then the
next day I took him to the restaurant and had
him read his apology aloud to the delivery driver, as
well as give him the papers he wrote. The driver
was very appreciative of the apology and thanked me for
making my son do it. He then told my son
about multiple instances where he had faced racist comments and
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attacks from people while he was a delivery driver. That night,
my husband, forty three mail and I got into an
argument about me making our son do this. He told
me that it was embarrassing for our son to have
to do the apology and that the punishment didn't fit
the crime. I told him that it was it was
much more embarrassing for the driver to have to face
that kind of racism and racist stereotypes, and that our
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son would get over the embarrassment. I do not condone
any kind of hateful thinking in my house, and the
fact that my son said that embarrassed me as well.
My husband told me that it was just a joke
and it wasn't that big of a deal. I feel
like I might have overreacted some, but I think it's
important to help my son understand how what he said
was wrong and hurtful. Parenting decisions like this can divide
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a household, especially when one parent sees it as a
necessary lesson and the other views it as overkill. The
original poster took a proactive approach to teach empathy and accountability,
making the son confront the impact of his words directly.
It's tough to balance discipline with understanding, but addressing racism
early on seems crucial in today's world. The husband's dismissal
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as just a joke misses the point that such comments
perpetuate harm. What do you think too harsh or spot
on for correcting harmful behavior? Emily Disagreements over values like
this highlight how important it is for parents to be
on the same page. Moving on, our next tale delves
into generational trauma and accountability in parenting. This one explores
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the long term effects of strict upbringing and a heated
confrontation title, Am I the bleep whole for telling my
daughter I couldn't have known my parenting style would cause
mental issues and say it's partly her personality. Me sixty
two and my oldest daughter, female twenty eight, always have
had a rough relationship. I had PTSD after fleeing my
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home country, and looking back, I might have also have
had postpartum depression after she was born. I admit I've
been very hard and strict with her, more than I
did with her younger sister, Slash, my youngest daughter twenty four.
I raised my daughter with outdated, non Western principles. I
see that now, but back then it seemed right because
I was raised the same way. My daughter has been
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struggling with depression, and in my attempt to understand why
we got into an argument, I've tried to talk about
it a few times, but she never wanted to. To day,
she was upset about her grades. She's a master's student.
She passed all her exams, but she gets very upset
and frustrated when she doesn't get the highest score. I
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was trying to calm her down and cheer her on.
At one point asked her, why are you like this.
She got furious and told me that me and her
dad were the reason why that her whole life she
had to earn our approval. She brought up the time
where she scored middle education instead of higher education. Our
country has a three school system depending on your degrees.
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Me and my husband were angry and disappointed. We did
not talk to her for two weeks, and she could
not eat with us at the dinner table. She ate
in the kitchen standing up, or would put her plate
in front of her door and knock. I'm very embarrassed
looking back at it, and when she brought it up,
I got tears, thinking that I did that to my child.
I told her that looking back, we see that negative
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reinforcement wasn't the right way. I told her that we
fled our home and started over elsewhere for her future,
so it was slash as really important to us that
she and her sister get high degrees, a good job,
and a good salary so they have a better life
than we had. It was frustrating to us to see
that she could do better than average or middle and
we handled it wrongly. I then said, but we could
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have never known it would have such effects on your
mental health when you got older. Your sister was raised
the same way and isn't so insecure, so you it's
also a little bit you as a person dash. The
conversation then escalated. She asked me where I got the
nerve to blame her personality while her whole life we
made her feel like she had to earn our love
and approval. She said this affected her life in every
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aspect and it's why she has a depression. She called
me a bleep whole and said that I was basically
saying she has a weak personality. I know we made
horrible mistakes, and I'm ashamed of some of the things
I've done, but I feel that it's true her sister
was pushed the same way and isn't so insecure to
the point it affects her mental health. She isn't insecure
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at all. My husband said there was no reason to
bring that up. I believe it's not completely our parenting
style that caused her depression. Am I the bleep whole
for saying that to her? Edit? I understand the confusion
about how strict we were with her little sister. I
admit that her sister was given more freedom when it
comes to social life, she was allowed to hang out
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with her friends outside of school more than her older sister.
When it comes to school and grades, we were as strict,
but my youngest did better in high school than her
older sister. That's also why my youngest was allowed to
go out more, and we would not let the oldest
go out, either as punishment or because we felt she
needed to study more. Generational differences in parenting can create
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deep rifts, and this story shows how good intentions can
lead to lasting pain. The original poster acknowledges past mistakes,
but shifts some blame to the daughter's personality, which feels
like avoiding full responsibility. It's tough to confront how our
actions affect others, especially when cultural norms play a role,
but owning up fully might have helped bridge the gap.
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The comparison to the sister adds salt to the wound.
Siblings often respond differently to the same environment. Thoughts on
this one is partial blamed fair or should the parent
take it all? Healing from this kind of dynamic takes
time and open dialog. Let's shift to a wedding drama
that's full of family tension. Here's a story about obligations, accidents,
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and tough choices around a wedding title. Am I the
bleep whole for canceling my daughter's flight when she wanted
to leave before my niece's wedding that she was a
bridesmaid for the daughter? Vienna, aged twenty seven, was a
bridesmaid in her cousin Taylor's wedding. The wedding had been
planned for over a year, and Vienna knew her role
in advance. Vienna's boyfriend, Matthew, had a car accident a
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couple of weeks before the wedding while on a business
trip in a different state. Vienna learned of the accident
and wanted to fly out immediately to be with him,
potentially staying for a while. The original poster viewed the
relationship as not serious, hanging around a guy for a
while now and don't think it serious, believed Vienna was
upset and not thinking straight and was unnecessarily worrying. The
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original poster explained to Vienna that even if she went,
she had to return before the wedding for last minute things,
but it would be better if she didn't go. Vienna
insisted on going and staying for a while. The original
poster canceled Vienna's flight, which she paid for herself without
her knowledge, to prevent her from leaving Taylor, the bride
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and her family. The original poster's brother and his wife
were upset and posted passive aggressive messages on Facebook about
family obligations and not wanting to see others happy, which
caused further conflict. Vienna was angry blew up at the family,
but still attended the wedding, fulfilled her duties as bridesmaid
without making a scene, and did not speak much to
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family members. The family thanked Vienna for her understanding. After
the wedding, a couple of days ago, Vienna flew out
to be with Matthew. The original poster notes that Vienna
is nearly thirty. The accident involved whiplash, some fractures, and
internal bleeding, and questions why Vienna is still mad since
she was able to go after the wedding. Weddings often
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bring out the best and worst in families, and this
one is no exception. The original poster took drastic measures
by canceling the flight, overriding the daughter's autonomy as an adult.
While family commitments are important, especially as a bridesmaid. The
boyfriend's accident sounds serious and prioritizing that doesn't seem unreasonable.
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The passive aggressive social media posts add unnecessary fuel to
the fire. It's a clash between duty and personal emergencies.
Whose call is it? Perhaps more communication could have avoided
the blow up, but canceling someone's ticket feels over the line.
What side are you on? On to a lighter but
still satisfying tale of family finances, this story involves a
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clever tactic to address a mooching relative at dinner. Title
Am I the bleephole for bringing my sister in law's
wallet to the restaurant after she conveniently keeps on forgetting it?
My female twenty eight sister in law Amy female twenty six,
always comes to visit from out of town. She stays
with us instead of a hotel, and always wants to
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go to expensive restaurants. She always conveniently forgets her wallet
or comes up with some excuses as to why she
can't pay her share. She has implied that since I
make much more money than her, should be the one
to pay. No, not my husband should pay, but me. Specifically,
I do make a fair amount of money, but not
so much that I can treat someone every time they
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come into town, none the less. In the past, I
have just paid the bill and asked her to pay
me back. She never has. She had made a reservation
at an extremely expensive restaurant last night, and before we left,
I made it clear that I wouldn't be paying her bill.
This is where I might be the bleephole, and I'll
admit I got this move straight from an episode of
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Two and a half Men. As we were leaving, her
and my husband went to the car. I pretended I
forgot something and went back inside. I found her wallet
sitting right on top of her suit case. I put
it in my purse and we went to the restaurant.
When we were done eating, I asked for separate bills.
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She said, no, we need one bill because she forgot
her wallet. Again. I reached in my purse and said
this wallet. She was extremely furious. She said that I
should not have touched or grabbed her wallet. So am
I the bleephole for taking her wallet and bringing it
to the restaurant. Family moucher's can test patience, and this
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original poster's inspired move from a TV show is both
bold and hilarious. Calling out the rep heated forgetfulness in
such a direct way forces accountability, but touching someone's wallet
without permission raises privacy concerns. Still, after multiple instances of
being taken advantage of, it's understandable to push back the
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implication that higher earners should always foot the bill adds
an entitled layer to it all. Clever or crossing a boundary,
This one has that satisfying reveal moment that makes you
cheer a bit. Let's keep the momentum with a protective
spouse story, shifting to in law tensions and trust issues
title Am I the bleep whole for insisting we go
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back immediately to get my wife's wedding ring from her
mom's house. So yesterday my wife, let's call her Ruby,
twenty one female, when to visit her mom like she
usually does on weekends. I, twenty two male, work weekends
outside the house, but weekdays I'm remote and her mom
works Monday through Friday, so it's the only time they
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really get to see each other. No issue there. Ruby's
currently on maternity leave and our baby is due next week,
so I totally get that she wants to spend time
with her mom while she still can. Here's where things
went off. Ruby came home in a taxi and told
me she accidentally left her wedding ring at her mom's place.
She took it off because it was hot and her
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fingers were swollen pregnancy stuff. I didn't get angry or anything,
just asked where she left it and said let's go
back and grab it. I offered to drive us since
I didn't want to wait. That's when it started getting tense.
She tried explaining over the phone that her mom would
keep it safe and we could pick it up tomorrow.
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I heard her out, but I wasn't comfortable with waiting.
I was polite, calm, didn't insult anyone, but I insisted
we go get it now. I even said I could
go alone after helping her go upstairs, but she didn't
want that either. By the time she got home, I
was already waiting in the car. She got out of
the taxi clearly upset and pushed me away. When I
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tried to help her with her bag. She gave me
the silent treatment while calling her mom to say we
were coming back for the ring. Then she finally asked,
why are you doing this? Why can't trust her, and
that's where I lost my cool a little, not yelling
or anything, but I stopped sugarcoating. I told her the truth. No,
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I don't trust her mom. She knows why. Her mom
once lost our engagement ring during a rough patch and
it magically showed up months later. This same thing happened
with many other sentimental items I gave her, and some
of them did not ever appear back. Ruby insists it
was just a mistake, but to me, there is not
a reason to blindly trust Amiel. That wasn't the only
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thing either. Her mom has insulted me, made racist comments
about my background, hit me once when I showed up
at their place after dark at their doorstep, and has
never apologized for any of it. I listed those things out,
not to throw them in her face, but because Ruby
kept asking why. I asked her why dos her mom
gets all this grace for doing things? She just wished
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me death? Yesterday? Just because Ruby was feeling sick while
I was picking up her meds. But I can't even
state the facts without her getting upset. She cried. I
comforted her, apologized for being harsh, and made it clear
that I wasn't trying to attack her or her mom.
I was just being honest. I told her, I don't
believe her mom would purposely throw away the ring, but
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based on history, I wasn't willing to risk it getting
misplaced again. If I ever wanted to test whether things
had improved, it wouldn't be with something as personal as
our wedding ring. We went back. Her mom gave me
the usual cold stare, but at this point I don't
care any more. Later Ruby and I talked. She said
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she understood and she forgave me, but she still felt
hurt about the way it all went down. I didn't yell,
I didn't insult anyone. I just acted quickly, maybe too quickly,
and didn't give her time to p assess it. I
agreed and apologize for that part, but I still feel
down about all this as well. In my defense, I
just panicked a bit. I value that ring a lot,
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and when something feels urgent, I move. Rubies actually thanked
me for being that way in past situations, But after
seeing my wife still so sad about this, I'm wondering
if I should have just let it go. So yeah,
I don't know. I feel like I did the right thing,
but maybe in the wrong way. How do I fix this?
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And am I the bleep Whole? In law, relationships can
be fraught with past grievances, and this original poster's insistent
stems from a history of mistrust that's hard to ignore.
Protecting sentimental items like a wedding ring makes sense, especially
with pregnancy emotions in the mix, but the quick action
might have overlooked the wife's feelings. The mother's past behavior,
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including racism and violence, justifies caution, but communicating more gently
could have softened the blow. It's a delicate balance between
protection and partnership, fair response or overreaction. Pregnancy adds extra
layers to these dynamics. Next, a heavy one about childhood
trauma resurfacing. This story is raw dealing with neglect and
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its fallout title. Am I the bleep Whole for accidentally
making my dad's fiance leave him after he disfigured me
as a child and refuses to address it new account
as some people and my family have connections to my
old one. Sorry if my writing is bad or disjointed,
I'm honestly shocked and in pieces right now. I seventeen
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female was recently staying at my dad's after school broke up.
He lives in the countryside and has a farm which
I grew up on. My parents divorced when I was
ten and we moved away. As a child. Six years oldish,
I was out with my dad as he worked. I
was running around and I tripped on something, causing me
to fall down and land chin first against a jagged
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concrete wall. Immediately, blood poured from my mouth and I
lost three baby teeth. The pain was immense. I can
still picture it clearly to this day. Although somehow my
chin was not split open, I remember feeling like my
chin bones were pulled apart and misaligned around my jaw oswell.
I was obviously screaming and crying, and my dad hears
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me and comes towards me, tells me to shut up,
and he stands behind me. He takes each hand on
either side of my jaw, yanking my jaw bones, causing
more and more pain until he looked and thought my
face looked normal again. He told me not to tell
my mum, who was abroad with an ill family member
for around a month at this time. It is a
miracle to me that my adult teeth grew in straight
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and I don't have an under bite or an overbite,
but cosmetically, the lack of medical attention had dire consequences.
My chin is disfigured. If I had been to hospital,
then maybe they would have X rayed me and made
sure I wouldn't grow up to be unsatisfied with my appearance.
Half of my chin is lopsided and jagged and half
as round, and I get constant jaw pain. My jaw
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has bruxism, and I am considering misceedar botox and even
cosmetic surgery to correct it, as it has become such
a problem for me as I grew older, causing teasing
insecurity and low confidence. I more recently told my mum
of my concerns, and she was horrified to learn of
what really happened as she never knew the story, and
yet more angry with my dad. She called him and
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I had to to escalate the situation. She was yelling
all the same old, same old about how he is
a bad father and even threw in words like abuse
and neglect. She demanded to him to pay for plastic
surgery for me, something I'm not even sure of yet,
and a whole load more of angry words. I was
angry at her reaction as him and her have been
divorced for many years, and I feel like this is
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something between me and my dad since I'm older now
and would rather not have them fight like they used to.
Life has moved on anyways. When I stayed down at
his lately, he brought it up and was under the
impression I wanted to get plastic surgery a sap. He
told me I was being vain. Only Bimbo's get plastic surgery,
and especially that he would not pay for it since
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it was in the past and he never did anything
to me. I protested and said I never wanted him
to pay for anything. I have a job and have savings,
which if I decided to, I could afford something to
be done in the future. He asked me if I
was angry at him. I said no, as as I've
grown up, I've learned to let sleeping dogs lie and
to move on with my life. He made many a
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mistake through my childhood, but he is still my dad
and does his best at the end of the day.
But secretly I do have some sort of resentment underneath.
On the last weekend of my week at my dad's
Around a month ago, my dad's fiancee, who is a
wonderful and caring woman by all regards, pulled me aside
and was asking me things about my childhood. She knows
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that things were a little rough sometimes and that my
dad was not an attentive father, but probably nothing in depth.
She told me that after my mum ca my dad
and the yelling argument happened, my dad told her what
happened when I was a child, and she was astounded
her words. She told me that that was disgusting and
neglectful of him, and since then she hasn't been able
to look at him the same since and she had
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been thinking of how he is as a person more
deeply and wanted to know more information about him before
he met her. I was taken aback, but since she
is lovely, warm and friendly, I sort of vented lots
of things and told her things that I even struggled
talking about. She was really kind and told me the
whole usual you didn't deserve that, which I know, and
I don't actively get bothered by my childhood experiences any
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more as I've grown up and moved on and like
to focus on the right now. The next morning, I
take the train back up country to my mum's house. Anyway,
last night I was completing coursework for my A levels,
as I'm going into year thirteen in September and am
aiming for a top university. I get a call from
my dad and he is livid. I have never heard
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such a combination of anger and absolute despond He yelled
at me that I had ruined his life, and me
and my mom were scheming bleep who ruined his life
here after year, that I couldn't be happy for him
and his life was ruined now. I asked him what
on earth was he talking about, and he told me
his fiancee had changed her mind and she wasn't going
to marry him any more, and she canceled the wedding
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scheduled for next year. I started crying genuinely because she
is a lovely woman, and I was happy that he
was with someone who fit him perfectly, and she was
seemingly happy with him too. They even talked of having
another child, which I was also very happy for them
for as an only child, a baby's sibling would be amazing.
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He yelled at me and argued at me, calling things
like attention seeking, vengeful bleep. He also told me he
was glad my face was messed up and I should
have just stopped crying over it and looking this way
is my punishment for being self absorbed. All I could
do was cry. I'm honestly in such a terrible state
right now. The relationship with my dad has been rowed.
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But for the past five or so years it had
been getting much better I feel, and now I feel
like everything has gone down the drain wasted. This year
will be tough on me A levels, university applications, my work,
and regardless, I just want a good relationship with him.
I never meant to make his fiance leave him. I
honestly didn't, but I put my foot in it clearly.
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I haven't got out of bed all day. I can't
stop crying over how badly I messed up, and I
don't even want to tell my mum about it. She
would make it worse by calling him and yelling at
him more. But yeah, that's my story. I guess. I'm
unsure if I'm the bleephole for bringing up old skeletons
from the closet, even unintentionally, or how I solve this situation.
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Am I the bleephole? Edit? I have been in therapy
from ages thirteen fifteen for sort of related, sort of
unrelated issues that stem from just life. I guess I
was in a hospital for severe eating disorder, but have
since got better and I am healthy now. Therapy helped
as I unpacked a lot and helped me see the
truth about my dad. But still I feel conflicted and terrible,
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as I know he put an effort more recently to
be a better father and person in general. I suppose
edit too slash update. I guess I've talked things over
with my amazing, beautiful boyfriend. I'm planning on calling my
dad's ex fiance tomorrow. I'm going to a shopping center
and on a dinner date with my b F tomorrow
evening to hopefully cheer me out of this dismal slump.
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I've thought things over, and kind commenters have helped me
realize and affirm to me that I haven't done anything wrong.
I'm going to continue with my life since I lived
two hundred fifty miles away from him anyway, and I
have things to focus on that I don't want him
to let effect. I'm also going on holiday to France
next week with my mom, step dad, and step siblings,
who are also amazing people. His outburst is just another
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example of him not changing, and as I'm growing up,
I really don't rely on him. I can respect him,
but still understand who he is and focus on what
truly matters. Childhood trauma like this doesn't just fade away,
and the original poster's honesty with the fiancee unintentionally unraveled
her father's relationship. The father's neglect and refusal to seek
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medical help for a serious injury is heartbreaking, and his
outburst blaming the daughter shows a lack of accountability. It's
not her fault for sharing her truth when asked. That's
on him for his actions. The updates shows resilience focusing
on the future, which is inspiring. Stories like this underscore
the importance of addressing past harms instead of burying them.
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Heavy stuff, but kudos to the original poster for moving forward. Finally,
one more about family therapy gone wrong, wrapping up with
a tale of neurodiversity, resentment, and failed attempts at healing. Title.
Am I the bleep whole for wanting out of family
therapy because my parents called me a burden to the therapist.
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Me seventeen male, and my parents, both forties, are in
family therapy. It was a jested by someone else in
the family, and my parents agreed, surprisingly, but I knew
it was a waste of time before we started. In
three sessions in and they proved it. I have inattentive
ADHD and dyspraxia. My ADHD is severe on the scale,
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and my concentration is awful, and things that require it
are near impossible for me. I had to write all
this out before posting, and it took a while because
I kept losing focus. My dyspraxia isn't as bad, but
it annoys my parents and my sisters nineteen female and
sixteen female, and my dyspraxia required a lot of therapy
to help me do better. I even did some therapy
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for ADHD, but my parents are antimed, so I'm always unmedicated,
and that means I have a harder time applying therapy suggestions.
My family always hated how quick I'd lose focus. They
used to lose me all the time when we went
anywhere because I would lose focus. Then if I fell
and hurt myself, it was like a double crap show,
and my parents would get so annoyed if they had
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to clean me up. I could never eat in a
fancy restaurant because I wouldn't finish my food due to
loss of focus, and my parents would get so mad
about the money they wasted, and they'd yell at me
for embarrassing them whenever I checked out of conversations. My
sisters were embarrassed to be near me. They were more
bothered by how clumsy I was. In more than once
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they said I should be locked away to save everyone
the shame of being related to me. My parents would
get mad at my teachers for suggesting I needed more help,
and they'd get mad at me for bad grades. They
pushed teachers to tell them exactly how distracted and mind
wandery I'd get in class. They even reported one of
my teachers for trying to tone down everything because the
teachers saw how annoyed they were at me and wanted
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to protect me, and my parents were pissed at being
lied to. They were reported to CPS twice, and CPS
never did anything, not even for them refusing to medicate,
because that's their right as my parents. We got suggested
some resources, but they were like, forget them. My parents
slowly gave me less freedom and to do, and then
got mad at me for being around more and them
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having to do so much for me. We're now at
the point where they yell at me every day. And
when I tried to get a job, they made the
boss fire me and they dragged me home with them,
saying I would not get fired for real and embarrass
the family that way, because knowing me, I'd ruin everything
there and get us sued. Other family keep away and
they won't do anything. But they did suggest therapy, so
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my parents signed us up and we started three weeks ago.
Then first week she asked questions and my parents held
back a lot and ignored questions about why I'm not medicated.
The second week they were still holding back. Then last
week they stopped holding back and told They went on
and on about the burden I am and how they
resent me for being like I am because they will
never be free of the burden of me. They can
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never let me move out or do anything because I'm
so bad at focusing, and how I get clumsy too,
and I'd probably die less than twenty four hours after
moving out, and they don't want to be doing any
of this or dealing with me. They kept talking even
when the therapist interjected and ignored her questions. She pushed
for them to answer, but they talked over her. Then
before the session was over, she told them they need
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to engage with her and nod at her. But I
was so done because if they can be that blunt
to her about me, then why even bother being here?
Because clearly they don't want to change how they see
me or want a better relationship. They even said they
just want me to be less of a burden until
they die. I said I was done with therapy, not
in front of the therapist, because I didn't get the
time to speak, and my parents told me I have
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no right And how dare I say that? With all
I put them through? Am I the bleep whole? Neurodiversity
in families can be challenging, but the parent's resentment and
refusal to support medication or independence is heart breaking. The
original poster's desire to quit therapy after hearing such harsh
words as understandable. It's supposed to be a safe space
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for healing, not venting frustrations, denying proper care and viewing
a child as a burden perpetuates the cycle of pain.
Hopefully the therapist can intervene, but the original poster deserves
better advocacy. Tough to hear, but it shines a light
on the need for understanding and resources. That's our packed
episode for today, folks. Roommate revenge, racist remarks, parenting regrets,
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wedding priorities, mooching in laws, trust issues, childhood neglect, and
therapy breakdowns. These stories cover a wide range of human experiences,
from petty paybacks to deep seated family wounds. If they
got you reflecting or debating, that's the point of diving
into this drama. Thanks for sticking with this longer exploration.
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Catch you next time for more Reddit tales. Stay kind
out there.
Welcome back to the podcast, where we dive into the
wild world of interpersonal drama from Reddit. We read through
stories from subreddits like am i the bleep Whole, sharing
the raw tales and tossing in some thoughts along the way.
To day, We've got an extended line up of some
of the top stories from the year that are sure
to spark some debate. These are the kinds of conflicts
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that make you question relationships, family dynamics, and personal boundaries.
With so many compelling posts out there, we're going for
a longer episode to really unpack them all and give
each one the attention it deserves. Let's jump right in.
Our first story kicks things off with a clever bit
of room mate revenge involving groceries and a dietary twist.
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The title is am I the Bleephole for switching to
regular milk to prove my lactose intolerant roommate keeps stealing
from me. Me and two other guys share an apartment
together and we split all the bills. The only thing
we don't split costs on is groceries. Every one's in
charge of buying their own food, and we don't touch
whatever doesn't belong to us in the fridge. We put
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our names on everything so no one gets mixed up.
This issue has been going on almost a year, and
I'm sick of it. One of my roommates are keep
stealing my food. I get home from work and containers
with my leftovers are sometimes missing, they have my name
written on it, or my stuff finishes too quick. My
gallon of milk, for example, I buy almond milk because
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I like the taste, but it seems to finish after
a week, even though I've only drank once or twice.
I confronted Are about this lots of times, and that's
caused a lot of arguments. He outright denies it and
tells me I'm crazy, even though it's so obvious. My
other roommate and I carpool together because we both work
the same early morning shifts around the same area, so
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I know it's not him. It's always after we get
back home and ours already left for work that I
notice my food's gone. My roommates also had a similar problem,
but not as often as I do. I'm guessing CAUs
Or doesn't like what he buys. The funny thing is
our buys a lot for himself and is even more
stingy about his food. He will literally point out what's
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his when he comes back from grocery shopping and tells
us not to touch it. Last week, my milk was
nearly empty again, and I got fed up. I went
to the liquor store and bought regular dairy milk. I
drank what was left of my almond milk and refilled
the gallon with the one I bought. This was to
catch slash proove Are is the one stealing, since he's
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lactose intolerant. The next day, Saturday, we get back from
work and Are is pissed. He yelled at me that
he was stuck in the bathroom for forty minutes with
diarrhea because of my milk. He was using it to
make a shake. I only responded with, so, then you're
the one who's been stealing. He freaking exploded. Yeah. He
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admitted he was sometimes drinking my milk and eating my food,
but he was more mad that I switched milks than
the fact that he was caught. I told him I
wouldn't have done that if he'd just stopped taking my
stuff from the fridge, or at least told the truth
instead of trying to make it seem like I was
making it up. My roommate backed me up and thought
it was kind of funny he got payback for stealing
from us. It's a little tense right now, and my
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roommate told me are is trying to convince him to
agree to kick me out. Little does he know we're
both looking to move somewhere else together cause we are
sick of his stuff. I told some buddies what happened,
And if you think I was a bleephole for that,
I feel like I'm not in the wrong here. He
was taking my food and not even owning up to it,
and I wanted to prove it. Does that make me
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the bleephole roommate? Drama like this is always entertaining, especially
when it involves a bit of petty revenge that backfires
in such a satisfying way. The original poster went to
some lengths to prove a point, and while swapping the
milk could have led to some uncomfortable consequences, it did
expose the thief. It's a reminder that living with others
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means respecting boundaries, and when someone keeps crossing them, sometimes
a creator of solution is the only way to get through.
But was it too far? Listeners? Would you have done
the same or is this crossing into dangerous territory with
someone's health? Food? Theft is frustrating, no doubt, but the
payback here has a certain poetic justice. Let's see what
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the next story brings. It's about parenting and addressing prejudice.
Head on. Next up, a family meal turns into a
teaching moment with lasting repercussions. Title Am I the bleep
whole for punishing my son after he said something racist?
About a week ago, my thirty nine female family ordered
Chinese food for delivery. When the delivery driver came to
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the door, my daughter, sixteen female was taking the cat
upstairs to put in her room because he always tries
to eat the food. My son, thirteen male, loudly says,
make sure to hide the cat from the Chinese guy.
As I am at the door getting the food from
the Chinese delivery driver, he very obviously heard what my
son say said and was upset by it. I quickly
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apologized and took the food. I told my son that
racist jokes were completely unacceptable and very wrong, and he
refused to admit that he was in the wrong. So
later that night I forced my son to write a
sincere apology to the delivery driver his name was on
the receipt, as well as write a one page paper
on Chinese culture and a one page paper on why
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racism is perpetuated by racist jokes and stereotypes. Then the
next day I took him to the restaurant and had
him read his apology aloud to the delivery driver, as
well as give him the papers he wrote. The driver
was very appreciative of the apology and thanked me for
making my son do it. He then told my son
about multiple instances where he had faced racist comments and
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attacks from people while he was a delivery driver. That night,
my husband, forty three mail and I got into an
argument about me making our son do this. He told
me that it was embarrassing for our son to have
to do the apology and that the punishment didn't fit
the crime. I told him that it was it was
much more embarrassing for the driver to have to face
that kind of racism and racist stereotypes, and that our
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son would get over the embarrassment. I do not condone
any kind of hateful thinking in my house, and the
fact that my son said that embarrassed me as well.
My husband told me that it was just a joke
and it wasn't that big of a deal. I feel
like I might have overreacted some, but I think it's
important to help my son understand how what he said
was wrong and hurtful. Parenting decisions like this can divide
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a household, especially when one parent sees it as a
necessary lesson and the other views it as overkill. The
original poster took a proactive approach to teach empathy and accountability,
making the son confront the impact of his words directly.
It's tough to balance discipline with understanding, but addressing racism
early on seems crucial in today's world. The husband's dismissal
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as just a joke misses the point that such comments
perpetuate harm. What do you think too harsh or spot
on for correcting harmful behavior? Emily Disagreements over values like
this highlight how important it is for parents to be
on the same page. Moving on, our next tale delves
into generational trauma and accountability in parenting. This one explores
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the long term effects of strict upbringing and a heated
confrontation title, Am I the bleep whole for telling my
daughter I couldn't have known my parenting style would cause
mental issues and say it's partly her personality. Me sixty
two and my oldest daughter, female twenty eight, always have
had a rough relationship. I had PTSD after fleeing my
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home country, and looking back, I might have also have
had postpartum depression after she was born. I admit I've
been very hard and strict with her, more than I
did with her younger sister, Slash, my youngest daughter twenty four.
I raised my daughter with outdated, non Western principles. I
see that now, but back then it seemed right because
I was raised the same way. My daughter has been
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struggling with depression, and in my attempt to understand why
we got into an argument, I've tried to talk about
it a few times, but she never wanted to. To day,
she was upset about her grades. She's a master's student.
She passed all her exams, but she gets very upset
and frustrated when she doesn't get the highest score. I
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was trying to calm her down and cheer her on.
At one point asked her, why are you like this.
She got furious and told me that me and her
dad were the reason why that her whole life she
had to earn our approval. She brought up the time
where she scored middle education instead of higher education. Our
country has a three school system depending on your degrees.
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Me and my husband were angry and disappointed. We did
not talk to her for two weeks, and she could
not eat with us at the dinner table. She ate
in the kitchen standing up, or would put her plate
in front of her door and knock. I'm very embarrassed
looking back at it, and when she brought it up,
I got tears, thinking that I did that to my child.
I told her that looking back, we see that negative
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reinforcement wasn't the right way. I told her that we
fled our home and started over elsewhere for her future,
so it was slash as really important to us that
she and her sister get high degrees, a good job,
and a good salary so they have a better life
than we had. It was frustrating to us to see
that she could do better than average or middle and
we handled it wrongly. I then said, but we could
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have never known it would have such effects on your
mental health when you got older. Your sister was raised
the same way and isn't so insecure, so you it's
also a little bit you as a person dash. The
conversation then escalated. She asked me where I got the
nerve to blame her personality while her whole life we
made her feel like she had to earn our love
and approval. She said this affected her life in every
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aspect and it's why she has a depression. She called
me a bleep whole and said that I was basically
saying she has a weak personality. I know we made
horrible mistakes, and I'm ashamed of some of the things
I've done, but I feel that it's true her sister
was pushed the same way and isn't so insecure to
the point it affects her mental health. She isn't insecure
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at all. My husband said there was no reason to
bring that up. I believe it's not completely our parenting
style that caused her depression. Am I the bleep whole
for saying that to her? Edit? I understand the confusion
about how strict we were with her little sister. I
admit that her sister was given more freedom when it
comes to social life, she was allowed to hang out
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with her friends outside of school more than her older sister.
When it comes to school and grades, we were as strict,
but my youngest did better in high school than her
older sister. That's also why my youngest was allowed to
go out more, and we would not let the oldest
go out, either as punishment or because we felt she
needed to study more. Generational differences in parenting can create
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deep rifts, and this story shows how good intentions can
lead to lasting pain. The original poster acknowledges past mistakes,
but shifts some blame to the daughter's personality, which feels
like avoiding full responsibility. It's tough to confront how our
actions affect others, especially when cultural norms play a role,
but owning up fully might have helped bridge the gap.
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The comparison to the sister adds salt to the wound.
Siblings often respond differently to the same environment. Thoughts on
this one is partial blamed fair or should the parent
take it all? Healing from this kind of dynamic takes
time and open dialog. Let's shift to a wedding drama
that's full of family tension. Here's a story about obligations, accidents,
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and tough choices around a wedding title. Am I the
bleep whole for canceling my daughter's flight when she wanted
to leave before my niece's wedding that she was a
bridesmaid for the daughter? Vienna, aged twenty seven, was a
bridesmaid in her cousin Taylor's wedding. The wedding had been
planned for over a year, and Vienna knew her role
in advance. Vienna's boyfriend, Matthew, had a car accident a
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couple of weeks before the wedding while on a business
trip in a different state. Vienna learned of the accident
and wanted to fly out immediately to be with him,
potentially staying for a while. The original poster viewed the
relationship as not serious, hanging around a guy for a
while now and don't think it serious, believed Vienna was
upset and not thinking straight and was unnecessarily worrying. The
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original poster explained to Vienna that even if she went,
she had to return before the wedding for last minute things,
but it would be better if she didn't go. Vienna
insisted on going and staying for a while. The original
poster canceled Vienna's flight, which she paid for herself without
her knowledge, to prevent her from leaving Taylor, the bride
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and her family. The original poster's brother and his wife
were upset and posted passive aggressive messages on Facebook about
family obligations and not wanting to see others happy, which
caused further conflict. Vienna was angry blew up at the family,
but still attended the wedding, fulfilled her duties as bridesmaid
without making a scene, and did not speak much to
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family members. The family thanked Vienna for her understanding. After
the wedding, a couple of days ago, Vienna flew out
to be with Matthew. The original poster notes that Vienna
is nearly thirty. The accident involved whiplash, some fractures, and
internal bleeding, and questions why Vienna is still mad since
she was able to go after the wedding. Weddings often
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bring out the best and worst in families, and this
one is no exception. The original poster took drastic measures
by canceling the flight, overriding the daughter's autonomy as an adult.
While family commitments are important, especially as a bridesmaid. The
boyfriend's accident sounds serious and prioritizing that doesn't seem unreasonable.
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The passive aggressive social media posts add unnecessary fuel to
the fire. It's a clash between duty and personal emergencies.
Whose call is it? Perhaps more communication could have avoided
the blow up, but canceling someone's ticket feels over the line.
What side are you on? On to a lighter but
still satisfying tale of family finances, this story involves a
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clever tactic to address a mooching relative at dinner. Title
Am I the bleephole for bringing my sister in law's
wallet to the restaurant after she conveniently keeps on forgetting it?
My female twenty eight sister in law Amy female twenty six,
always comes to visit from out of town. She stays
with us instead of a hotel, and always wants to
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go to expensive restaurants. She always conveniently forgets her wallet
or comes up with some excuses as to why she
can't pay her share. She has implied that since I
make much more money than her, should be the one
to pay. No, not my husband should pay, but me. Specifically,
I do make a fair amount of money, but not
so much that I can treat someone every time they
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come into town, none the less. In the past, I
have just paid the bill and asked her to pay
me back. She never has. She had made a reservation
at an extremely expensive restaurant last night, and before we left,
I made it clear that I wouldn't be paying her bill.
This is where I might be the bleephole, and I'll
admit I got this move straight from an episode of
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Two and a half Men. As we were leaving, her
and my husband went to the car. I pretended I
forgot something and went back inside. I found her wallet
sitting right on top of her suit case. I put
it in my purse and we went to the restaurant.
When we were done eating, I asked for separate bills.
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She said, no, we need one bill because she forgot
her wallet. Again. I reached in my purse and said
this wallet. She was extremely furious. She said that I
should not have touched or grabbed her wallet. So am
I the bleephole for taking her wallet and bringing it
to the restaurant. Family moucher's can test patience, and this
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original poster's inspired move from a TV show is both
bold and hilarious. Calling out the rep heated forgetfulness in
such a direct way forces accountability, but touching someone's wallet
without permission raises privacy concerns. Still, after multiple instances of
being taken advantage of, it's understandable to push back the
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implication that higher earners should always foot the bill adds
an entitled layer to it all. Clever or crossing a boundary,
This one has that satisfying reveal moment that makes you
cheer a bit. Let's keep the momentum with a protective
spouse story, shifting to in law tensions and trust issues
title Am I the bleep whole for insisting we go
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back immediately to get my wife's wedding ring from her
mom's house. So yesterday my wife, let's call her Ruby,
twenty one female, when to visit her mom like she
usually does on weekends. I, twenty two male, work weekends
outside the house, but weekdays I'm remote and her mom
works Monday through Friday, so it's the only time they
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really get to see each other. No issue there. Ruby's
currently on maternity leave and our baby is due next week,
so I totally get that she wants to spend time
with her mom while she still can. Here's where things
went off. Ruby came home in a taxi and told
me she accidentally left her wedding ring at her mom's place.
She took it off because it was hot and her
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fingers were swollen pregnancy stuff. I didn't get angry or anything,
just asked where she left it and said let's go
back and grab it. I offered to drive us since
I didn't want to wait. That's when it started getting tense.
She tried explaining over the phone that her mom would
keep it safe and we could pick it up tomorrow.
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I heard her out, but I wasn't comfortable with waiting.
I was polite, calm, didn't insult anyone, but I insisted
we go get it now. I even said I could
go alone after helping her go upstairs, but she didn't
want that either. By the time she got home, I
was already waiting in the car. She got out of
the taxi clearly upset and pushed me away. When I
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tried to help her with her bag. She gave me
the silent treatment while calling her mom to say we
were coming back for the ring. Then she finally asked,
why are you doing this? Why can't trust her, and
that's where I lost my cool a little, not yelling
or anything, but I stopped sugarcoating. I told her the truth. No,
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I don't trust her mom. She knows why. Her mom
once lost our engagement ring during a rough patch and
it magically showed up months later. This same thing happened
with many other sentimental items I gave her, and some
of them did not ever appear back. Ruby insists it
was just a mistake, but to me, there is not
a reason to blindly trust Amiel. That wasn't the only
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thing either. Her mom has insulted me, made racist comments
about my background, hit me once when I showed up
at their place after dark at their doorstep, and has
never apologized for any of it. I listed those things out,
not to throw them in her face, but because Ruby
kept asking why. I asked her why dos her mom
gets all this grace for doing things? She just wished
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me death? Yesterday? Just because Ruby was feeling sick while
I was picking up her meds. But I can't even
state the facts without her getting upset. She cried. I
comforted her, apologized for being harsh, and made it clear
that I wasn't trying to attack her or her mom.
I was just being honest. I told her, I don't
believe her mom would purposely throw away the ring, but
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based on history, I wasn't willing to risk it getting
misplaced again. If I ever wanted to test whether things
had improved, it wouldn't be with something as personal as
our wedding ring. We went back. Her mom gave me
the usual cold stare, but at this point I don't
care any more. Later Ruby and I talked. She said
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she understood and she forgave me, but she still felt
hurt about the way it all went down. I didn't yell,
I didn't insult anyone. I just acted quickly, maybe too quickly,
and didn't give her time to p assess it. I
agreed and apologize for that part, but I still feel
down about all this as well. In my defense, I
just panicked a bit. I value that ring a lot,
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and when something feels urgent, I move. Rubies actually thanked
me for being that way in past situations, But after
seeing my wife still so sad about this, I'm wondering
if I should have just let it go. So yeah,
I don't know. I feel like I did the right thing,
but maybe in the wrong way. How do I fix this?
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And am I the bleep Whole? In law, relationships can
be fraught with past grievances, and this original poster's insistent
stems from a history of mistrust that's hard to ignore.
Protecting sentimental items like a wedding ring makes sense, especially
with pregnancy emotions in the mix, but the quick action
might have overlooked the wife's feelings. The mother's past behavior,
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including racism and violence, justifies caution, but communicating more gently
could have softened the blow. It's a delicate balance between
protection and partnership, fair response or overreaction. Pregnancy adds extra
layers to these dynamics. Next, a heavy one about childhood
trauma resurfacing. This story is raw dealing with neglect and
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its fallout title. Am I the bleep Whole for accidentally
making my dad's fiance leave him after he disfigured me
as a child and refuses to address it new account
as some people and my family have connections to my
old one. Sorry if my writing is bad or disjointed,
I'm honestly shocked and in pieces right now. I seventeen
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female was recently staying at my dad's after school broke up.
He lives in the countryside and has a farm which
I grew up on. My parents divorced when I was
ten and we moved away. As a child. Six years oldish,
I was out with my dad as he worked. I
was running around and I tripped on something, causing me
to fall down and land chin first against a jagged
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concrete wall. Immediately, blood poured from my mouth and I
lost three baby teeth. The pain was immense. I can
still picture it clearly to this day. Although somehow my
chin was not split open, I remember feeling like my
chin bones were pulled apart and misaligned around my jaw oswell.
I was obviously screaming and crying, and my dad hears
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me and comes towards me, tells me to shut up,
and he stands behind me. He takes each hand on
either side of my jaw, yanking my jaw bones, causing
more and more pain until he looked and thought my
face looked normal again. He told me not to tell
my mum, who was abroad with an ill family member
for around a month at this time. It is a
miracle to me that my adult teeth grew in straight
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and I don't have an under bite or an overbite,
but cosmetically, the lack of medical attention had dire consequences.
My chin is disfigured. If I had been to hospital,
then maybe they would have X rayed me and made
sure I wouldn't grow up to be unsatisfied with my appearance.
Half of my chin is lopsided and jagged and half
as round, and I get constant jaw pain. My jaw
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has bruxism, and I am considering misceedar botox and even
cosmetic surgery to correct it, as it has become such
a problem for me as I grew older, causing teasing
insecurity and low confidence. I more recently told my mum
of my concerns, and she was horrified to learn of
what really happened as she never knew the story, and
yet more angry with my dad. She called him and
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I had to to escalate the situation. She was yelling
all the same old, same old about how he is
a bad father and even threw in words like abuse
and neglect. She demanded to him to pay for plastic
surgery for me, something I'm not even sure of yet,
and a whole load more of angry words. I was
angry at her reaction as him and her have been
divorced for many years, and I feel like this is
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something between me and my dad since I'm older now
and would rather not have them fight like they used to.
Life has moved on anyways. When I stayed down at
his lately, he brought it up and was under the
impression I wanted to get plastic surgery a sap. He
told me I was being vain. Only Bimbo's get plastic surgery,
and especially that he would not pay for it since
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it was in the past and he never did anything
to me. I protested and said I never wanted him
to pay for anything. I have a job and have savings,
which if I decided to, I could afford something to
be done in the future. He asked me if I
was angry at him. I said no, as as I've
grown up, I've learned to let sleeping dogs lie and
to move on with my life. He made many a
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mistake through my childhood, but he is still my dad
and does his best at the end of the day.
But secretly I do have some sort of resentment underneath.
On the last weekend of my week at my dad's
Around a month ago, my dad's fiancee, who is a
wonderful and caring woman by all regards, pulled me aside
and was asking me things about my childhood. She knows
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that things were a little rough sometimes and that my
dad was not an attentive father, but probably nothing in depth.
She told me that after my mum ca my dad
and the yelling argument happened, my dad told her what
happened when I was a child, and she was astounded
her words. She told me that that was disgusting and
neglectful of him, and since then she hasn't been able
to look at him the same since and she had
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been thinking of how he is as a person more
deeply and wanted to know more information about him before
he met her. I was taken aback, but since she
is lovely, warm and friendly, I sort of vented lots
of things and told her things that I even struggled
talking about. She was really kind and told me the
whole usual you didn't deserve that, which I know, and
I don't actively get bothered by my childhood experiences any
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more as I've grown up and moved on and like
to focus on the right now. The next morning, I
take the train back up country to my mum's house. Anyway,
last night I was completing coursework for my A levels,
as I'm going into year thirteen in September and am
aiming for a top university. I get a call from
my dad and he is livid. I have never heard
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such a combination of anger and absolute despond He yelled
at me that I had ruined his life, and me
and my mom were scheming bleep who ruined his life
here after year, that I couldn't be happy for him
and his life was ruined now. I asked him what
on earth was he talking about, and he told me
his fiancee had changed her mind and she wasn't going
to marry him any more, and she canceled the wedding
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scheduled for next year. I started crying genuinely because she
is a lovely woman, and I was happy that he
was with someone who fit him perfectly, and she was
seemingly happy with him too. They even talked of having
another child, which I was also very happy for them
for as an only child, a baby's sibling would be amazing.
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He yelled at me and argued at me, calling things
like attention seeking, vengeful bleep. He also told me he
was glad my face was messed up and I should
have just stopped crying over it and looking this way
is my punishment for being self absorbed. All I could
do was cry. I'm honestly in such a terrible state
right now. The relationship with my dad has been rowed.
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But for the past five or so years it had
been getting much better I feel, and now I feel
like everything has gone down the drain wasted. This year
will be tough on me A levels, university applications, my work,
and regardless, I just want a good relationship with him.
I never meant to make his fiance leave him. I
honestly didn't, but I put my foot in it clearly.
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I haven't got out of bed all day. I can't
stop crying over how badly I messed up, and I
don't even want to tell my mum about it. She
would make it worse by calling him and yelling at
him more. But yeah, that's my story. I guess. I'm
unsure if I'm the bleephole for bringing up old skeletons
from the closet, even unintentionally, or how I solve this situation.
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Am I the bleephole? Edit? I have been in therapy
from ages thirteen fifteen for sort of related, sort of
unrelated issues that stem from just life. I guess I
was in a hospital for severe eating disorder, but have
since got better and I am healthy now. Therapy helped
as I unpacked a lot and helped me see the
truth about my dad. But still I feel conflicted and terrible,
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as I know he put an effort more recently to
be a better father and person in general. I suppose
edit too slash update. I guess I've talked things over
with my amazing, beautiful boyfriend. I'm planning on calling my
dad's ex fiance tomorrow. I'm going to a shopping center
and on a dinner date with my b F tomorrow
evening to hopefully cheer me out of this dismal slump.
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I've thought things over, and kind commenters have helped me
realize and affirm to me that I haven't done anything wrong.
I'm going to continue with my life since I lived
two hundred fifty miles away from him anyway, and I
have things to focus on that I don't want him
to let effect. I'm also going on holiday to France
next week with my mom, step dad, and step siblings,
who are also amazing people. His outburst is just another
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example of him not changing, and as I'm growing up,
I really don't rely on him. I can respect him,
but still understand who he is and focus on what
truly matters. Childhood trauma like this doesn't just fade away,
and the original poster's honesty with the fiancee unintentionally unraveled
her father's relationship. The father's neglect and refusal to seek
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medical help for a serious injury is heartbreaking, and his
outburst blaming the daughter shows a lack of accountability. It's
not her fault for sharing her truth when asked. That's
on him for his actions. The updates shows resilience focusing
on the future, which is inspiring. Stories like this underscore
the importance of addressing past harms instead of burying them.
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Heavy stuff, but kudos to the original poster for moving forward. Finally,
one more about family therapy gone wrong, wrapping up with
a tale of neurodiversity, resentment, and failed attempts at healing. Title.
Am I the bleep whole for wanting out of family
therapy because my parents called me a burden to the therapist.
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Me seventeen male, and my parents, both forties, are in
family therapy. It was a jested by someone else in
the family, and my parents agreed, surprisingly, but I knew
it was a waste of time before we started. In
three sessions in and they proved it. I have inattentive
ADHD and dyspraxia. My ADHD is severe on the scale,
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and my concentration is awful, and things that require it
are near impossible for me. I had to write all
this out before posting, and it took a while because
I kept losing focus. My dyspraxia isn't as bad, but
it annoys my parents and my sisters nineteen female and
sixteen female, and my dyspraxia required a lot of therapy
to help me do better. I even did some therapy
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for ADHD, but my parents are antimed, so I'm always unmedicated,
and that means I have a harder time applying therapy suggestions.
My family always hated how quick I'd lose focus. They
used to lose me all the time when we went
anywhere because I would lose focus. Then if I fell
and hurt myself, it was like a double crap show,
and my parents would get so annoyed if they had
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to clean me up. I could never eat in a
fancy restaurant because I wouldn't finish my food due to
loss of focus, and my parents would get so mad
about the money they wasted, and they'd yell at me
for embarrassing them whenever I checked out of conversations. My
sisters were embarrassed to be near me. They were more
bothered by how clumsy I was. In more than once
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they said I should be locked away to save everyone
the shame of being related to me. My parents would
get mad at my teachers for suggesting I needed more help,
and they'd get mad at me for bad grades. They
pushed teachers to tell them exactly how distracted and mind
wandery I'd get in class. They even reported one of
my teachers for trying to tone down everything because the
teachers saw how annoyed they were at me and wanted
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to protect me, and my parents were pissed at being
lied to. They were reported to CPS twice, and CPS
never did anything, not even for them refusing to medicate,
because that's their right as my parents. We got suggested
some resources, but they were like, forget them. My parents
slowly gave me less freedom and to do, and then
got mad at me for being around more and them
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having to do so much for me. We're now at
the point where they yell at me every day. And
when I tried to get a job, they made the
boss fire me and they dragged me home with them,
saying I would not get fired for real and embarrass
the family that way, because knowing me, I'd ruin everything
there and get us sued. Other family keep away and
they won't do anything. But they did suggest therapy, so
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my parents signed us up and we started three weeks ago.
Then first week she asked questions and my parents held
back a lot and ignored questions about why I'm not medicated.
The second week they were still holding back. Then last
week they stopped holding back and told They went on
and on about the burden I am and how they
resent me for being like I am because they will
never be free of the burden of me. They can
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never let me move out or do anything because I'm
so bad at focusing, and how I get clumsy too,
and I'd probably die less than twenty four hours after
moving out, and they don't want to be doing any
of this or dealing with me. They kept talking even
when the therapist interjected and ignored her questions. She pushed
for them to answer, but they talked over her. Then
before the session was over, she told them they need
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to engage with her and nod at her. But I
was so done because if they can be that blunt
to her about me, then why even bother being here?
Because clearly they don't want to change how they see
me or want a better relationship. They even said they
just want me to be less of a burden until
they die. I said I was done with therapy, not
in front of the therapist, because I didn't get the
time to speak, and my parents told me I have
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no right And how dare I say that? With all
I put them through? Am I the bleep whole? Neurodiversity
in families can be challenging, but the parent's resentment and
refusal to support medication or independence is heart breaking. The
original poster's desire to quit therapy after hearing such harsh
words as understandable. It's supposed to be a safe space
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for healing, not venting frustrations, denying proper care and viewing
a child as a burden perpetuates the cycle of pain.
Hopefully the therapist can intervene, but the original poster deserves
better advocacy. Tough to hear, but it shines a light
on the need for understanding and resources. That's our packed
episode for today, folks. Roommate revenge, racist remarks, parenting regrets,
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wedding priorities, mooching in laws, trust issues, childhood neglect, and
therapy breakdowns. These stories cover a wide range of human experiences,
from petty paybacks to deep seated family wounds. If they
got you reflecting or debating, that's the point of diving
into this drama. Thanks for sticking with this longer exploration.
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Catch you next time for more Reddit tales. Stay kind
out there.
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