September 29, 2025 • 30 mins
In this episode, we explore some of the most discussed posts from the Am I the Bleep Hole subreddit. We'll read through seven standout stories that cover family conflicts, workplace challenges, relationship boundaries, and personal dilemmas. Each one includes the original poster's words, along with some thoughts on the situations and what the community had to say. These are the kinds of everyday issues that lead to big conversations online. If you enjoy hearing real people's stories and perspectives, this is for you. The episode runs about twenty minutes—settle in and join the discussion.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hello everyone, and welcome back to another episode of our
little corner of Reddit Drama, where we unpack those timeless
Joe dropping stories from suburdets like am I the Bleep
Whole that have sparked endless debates and had folks glued
to their screens for years. I'm your host, and to day,
we're going all out with a special dive into some
of the all time top posts from am I the
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Bleep Whole, the ones that racked up tens of thousands
of up votes and comments, turning every day conflicts into
legendary sagas of family feuds, awkward boundaries, and those moments
that make you rethink everything. These classics have been buzzing
since they dropped, pulling in heartaches, hilarity, and hard truths
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that still resonate today. We'll read them straight from the posters,
word for word where it counts, toss in some gentle
commentary along the way, and pique at what the community
ultimately decided. Whether you're here for the righteous rage or
the relatable mess ups, settle in with your tea or
coffe This is going to be a long one, packed
with seven unforgettable tales to keep us chatting the full ride.
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Let's kick things off with our first classic, a boundary
battle that's equal parts protective dad and family tension. Our
opening legend is titled, am I the bleep whole for
telling my wife the lock on my daughter's door does
not get removed till my brother in law and his
daughters are out of our house. Straight from the poster,
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a dad who's had it up to hear with uninvited
guests in more ways than one. Here's the full scoop.
My brother in law, Sammy, lost his home shortly after
his divorce ten months ago. He moved in with us
and brought his twin daughters, Olivia and Sloane, both eighteen,
with him. A couple of months ago. His sister, my
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wife and I have one daughter, Zoe, sixteen, and she
and her cousins aren't close, but get along fine. Olivia
and Sloane have no respect for Zoe's privacy none. They
used to walk into her room and take everything they
get their hands on, make up, phone, accessories, clothes, school, laptop,
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et cetera. Zoe complained a lot, and I've already asked
the girls to respect Zoe's privacy and stop taking things.
My wife and Sammy saw no issue with this, after
all their girls and this is typical teenage girl's behavior.
I completely disagreed. Last straw was when Zoe bought a
sixty dollar Ems make up kit that looks like a
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paint set that she saved up for over a month
and one of the girls, Sloane, took it without permission
and ruined it by mixing shades together while using it.
Don't know much about make up, but that's what Zoe
said when she found the kit on her bed and
was crying. I told my wife and she said she'd
ask Sloane to apologize. But I got Zoe a lock
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after I found she was moving valuable belongings out the
house because of this incidence. Sammy and his daughters saw
the lock and weren't happy. The girls were extremely upset.
Sammy asked about it and I straight up told him.
He said, my daughters aren't thieves. It's normal that girls
of the same age borrow each other's stuff. He said
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Zoe could easily get another make up kit for fifteen
bucks from Walmart and shouldn't even be buying expensive adult
make up in the first place, and suggested my wife
take care of this defect in Zoe's personality, trying to
appear older than she is. He accused me of being
overprotective and babying Zoe with this level of enablement. I
told him this is between me and my wife. But
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she shamed me for putting a lock on Zoe's door
for her cousins to see and preventing them from spending
time with her, saying I was supposed to treat them
like daughters. Then demanded I remove it, but I said
this lock does not get removed till her brother and
his daughters are out of our house. She got mad
I was implying we kick them out, and said her
family will hate me for this. So I reminded her
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that I let Sammy and his family move in, which
is something her own family refused to do, so she
should start with shaming and blaming them for not taking
their own son and nieces and granddaughters in. If it
wasn't for her family's unwillingness to help, we wouldn't be
dealing with this much disturbance at home. Everyone's been giving
me in Zoe's silent treatment, and my wife is very
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much upset over this. Oh boy, talk about a powder
keg in the family home. This one's a masterclass in
privacy gone wrong. The poster's heart is in the right place,
stepping up for his daughter when no one else would,
turning a ruined make up kit into a full on
boundary declaration with that locke, But oof the fallout, silent
treatments and family finger pointing that could fill a soap
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opera season. I mean, sammy calling it a defect in
Zoe's personality. That's the kind of comment that would have
me installing locks on every door too. And the wife's
torn between sibling loyalty and household harmony. Classic trap. The
community overwhelmingly sided with not the bleephole here, praising the
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dad for protecting his kid's space and calling out the
entitlement from the guests. Top comments urged him not to
back down, suggesting he redirect any make up sharing to
the wife's stash for a taste of her own medicine.
It's a reminder that generosity has limits, especially when it
invades personal turf. Solid parenting win, even if it ruffled
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every feather in sight. If you've ever housed relatives gone rogue,
this one's your anthem. Few. Shaking off that tension, let's
lighten up with our next timeless gem, A workplace Who
done it? That's more prank than plot twist shifting gears
to office oddities. This next all time fave is titled
am I the bleephole? For giving all of my coworkers
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a different reason for why I have missing fingers? The
poster lays it out with wit sharper than a plastic
knife buckle up. I have three fingers missing on my
dominant hand. It's fine. I can type and everything, and
even manage to tie my shoelaces most days. And on
the days I can't, that's the dyspraxia. However, I won't
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deny that it looks a bit odd to most people.
I only have my fourth and fifth fingers, so my
hand looks a bit like a child's drawing of a rabbit,
and not a good one. I'm used to people asking
about it, usually after staring for a good minute or two,
but I still find it annoying. I really don't get
why you'd think it would be an okay thing to
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ask someone about, but hey, I wasn't raised in a barn.
Usually I nip the questioning in the bud by just
explaining the truth from the get go and assuming that
enough people will gossip about it that the message will
spread by the end of the day. It always always does. Anyway.
I started a new job about a month ago, and
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I honestly could not face going through that same cycle again.
I felt like the time had come to not play
into it any more and make something out of it,
and I decided to make myself left. When the first
new coworker asked about it, I completely lied and told
her that I chewed them off as a baby. I
then decided to tell the next person who asked that
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I cut them off with a plastic knife at a picnic,
and the next person that I was born with six
fingers and they removed too many and so on, all
genuinely ridiculous reasons. But I'm a good actor, and they
actually believed my stupid lies. I didn't expect them to
a plastic knife through bone, but there you go. Maybe
they just thought there's no way I'd lie about how
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I lost my fingers. Within about three days, I learned
that my coworkers had been arguing about the actual reason,
and it seems like a lot of them now actively
dislike me for lying to them. I'm probably going to
have to make some cupcakes over the weekend with my
super cool three he printed adaptive whisk to get back
into their good books. Anyway, I told this story to
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my brother to day, and he told me that I
was a bleeb whole because I caused tension within the
off on my first day and made people feel stupid
for being gullible and believing my lies. My argument is
that I'm not the bleep whole because they were asking
a rude, albeit common question, and because I didn't do
it with the intention of deceiving them. I was just
honestly fed up of question and didn't think they'd think
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I actually severed three fingers with dental floss when I
was three. I'll accept my judgment, though update Ginna check
out here. I think not but coup I to ah
I've doesn't work that irk w why people why they
lost limbs or digits just because you want to say
to your morbid curiosity. A few reminders for people, I'm
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not a male. Don't know why everyone assumed that. Don't
ask people about something that could be traumatic, especially when
you don't actually know them, and when making cupcakes always
cream the butter ha This one's pure gold. The kind
of petty rebellion that starts as self defense and spirals
into office legend. The poster's tales of baby chewing and
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picnic mishaps, comedy timing on point, turning nosy stairs into
a gossip whirl when they never saw coming. But the
backlash with co workers feuding over the fiction, that's the
twist that bites back, proving curiosity killed more than the cat.
Here brother's got a point on the tension, but come on,
those questions cross a line every time, and a little
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fib to flip the script feels like fair play. After
years of the same old song. The crowd leaned no
bleep holes here or not the bleephole, cheering the humor
while schooling everyone on boundaries. If it's not your story,
it's not your business. Love the updates, Mike drop on
traumut Auk, Chef's kiss, and those adaptive cupcakes ultimate peace offering.
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If workplace weirdness is your jam, this posts the blueprint
for owning the awkward all right, catching our breath from
the laughs. Next up, a culinary conundrum that's got love
logic and a side of spice. Our third eternal entry
is date Night Dilemma for the ages. Am I the
bleep whole for very rarely almost never wanting to go
to restaurants because my girlfriend makes food that's just as good,
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if not better than restaurant food. The poster serves up
the savory details update here, but let's start with the
original tale. I've been with my wonderful girlfriend for a
few years now, and we usually get along great. Aside
from this current issue, you can skip to the Teel
Diar if the exposition is too long. She's a selfbrook
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claimed foody, which I honestly think is just selling herself short.
She's a food genius. She can taste and smell a
dish and then turn around and recreate it or even
make it better than the original. If you taste something
in wonder, what's that super subtle flavor, she'll tell you
it's anchovy paste, sumac, lavender, some other obscure spice that
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you would never think of. When someone is cooking something
and they go it's missing something, she can tell you
exactly what it needs. It doesn't stop there. She knew
I had touched a diesel truck. At work one morning
as soon as I walked into the house that night,
because she could somehow smell it on me, it's either
really cool or really creepy, depending on the day. That's
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not it either. She heard about a lost family recipe
and the next week, baam, I'm eating my grandmother's home
made sausage again for the first time in fifteen years.
It's gotten to the point where I don't see any
point in going out to eat pretty much ever, except
maybe her birthday. Even the most exotic ingredients aren't out
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of her reach either, And even though it's not about cost,
I've saved up more being with her than I ever
had in any other relationship. The only places we really
go for date night is Ramen. She can't figure out
how to make the noodles, but she still tries, so
it's just a matter of time and soush. Our anniversary
was recently and I had noticed that our local fish
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counter was selling Sushie gray fish along with the rolling
and nori, so I suggested that we have home made
sushi for our anniversary dinner before going out, and she
upset and said, I'm not learning how to make sushi
because then I'll never get a real date ever again,
we ended up going out instead. It kinda took me
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by surprise that she got so mad, though She's lightly
mentioned wanting to go out occasionally to places like Olive
Garden because she likes the red sauce or other places
because she likes the food, and now that I'm thinking
about it, she's gotten kinda gloomy because I've asked her
to cook on date nights instead of going out more often.
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She also brought up that food she cooks tastes better
to me because she's tasting and smelling it while it cooks,
so her senses are dulled by the time it's served.
But she has the most acute sense of smell and
taste I've ever seen. So I kind of think it's
just an excuse. I just don't think it's worth it
to go out and pay restaurant food prices when we
can stay home for home food prices and have food
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that's just as excellent t L d R. So Reddit,
am I the bleep whole for not wanting to pay
a restaurant to cook my meals because I practically have
a private chef of my very own. Edit, it's not
about the financial aspect of staying home versus going out.
I just thought that it was worth mentioning because it's
been more of a saving than expected. Edit too, I'm
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taking her out to night to grovel guys. I'm also
going to politely ask that if she finds this off
of Twitter, please don't smother me in my sleep for
being such a dick. Edit three, No, Twitter, I don't
buy her flowers, thanks for rubbing it in. I buy
her herbs and succulents. What flowers do I buy a
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woman who likes to preserve them afterward? Also, yes, I
wash the dishes. Final edit. OK, guys, this will probably
be my last edit. This post exploded unexpectedly, and I've
tried to respond to as many comments as I can,
but there's just too many of you. If you've asked
me a direct question and I haven't answered, I'm sorry.
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My inbox is a mess. I really took everything you
guys said to heart, and I can honestly say that
I've been an ass and it's really hurt my relationship
with my girl friend. It's honestly a surprise that she's
still my girl friend after everything. So her mom picked
up the girls and I took her out to a
really nice tapas restaurant. She was very excited and seemed
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to enjoy herself, and I apologized for being stupid after
we took a walk and everything seemed. This story's a
delicious reminder that the best compliments can curdle if you
lean too hard, like praising her kitchen wizardry so much
it traps her in apron duty forever. The poster's logic
tracks on the quality and savings, but missing the romance
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of a night out. That's the blind spot that turned
anniversary sushi into a standoff. Her quip about never getting
a real date again out but spot on call out.
The updates show growth from groveling tapas to herb Bouquase
proof that listening flips the script community verdict. Mostly you're
the bleephole, urging him to see dates as connection, not
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just calories. It's sweet how it ends on a high note,
walking off into the sunset, literally for anyone who's ever
taken a partner's talent for granted, this is your wake
up call. Talent shared is joy doubled, but so is
stepping out the door together. Yum, Now I'm hungry let's
pivot to a heavier hitter, one that's equal parts triumph
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and tragedy in Family Dynamics. Number four on our all
time hit list is an update that's as raw as
it gets. Update, am I the bleephole for despising my
mentally handicapped sister? The poster a teen spilling their soul
updates on a lie faltering weak. Here's the heartfelt run down.
I'm back, like I said I would be. My original
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post got a lot of attention, and seeing as you
guys seem interested, here's my update. Well, since that day
I made the post, I've been staying with my grandfather.
The week's been honestly a huge change for me, for
better and for worse. But I'll try to run it down.
I started by telling my grandpaw the story of why
I broke down the way I did, and to be honest,
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he seemed horrified. No one in my family knew my
parents were using me as essentially a free care service
for my sister. My grandpa told me some things that
I don't feel comfortable repeating here, but in essence, my
sister is supposed to be getting care from a professional,
and that my parents were ignoring that along with this,
I was not supposed to be caring for her at
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all with her mental state, as apparently she is a
danger to herself and others. With everything else I told him,
along with stuff like the movie Indecent Proposal, he was
really mad and told me to not contact my parents
without him there. He pretty much told me that he
would be meeting with my parents beforehand, and that he
was going to be there when I sat down with them.
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It didn't end here either. The rest of the week
consisted of other family checking in on me and telling
me things my parents hid from me. This included the
fact that my parents have been taking money from family
to fund a caretaker that doesn't exist. Suffice to say,
this week has been rough, but the upside is that
even through all this, my extended family has been giving
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me more love than I've felt in a while. My
grandfather spent this last week making up for the time
I've lost, encouraging me to spend time with friends and
do things I want to do. My aunts and uncles
have also been helping me through the week well. Saturday night,
I sat down with parents to talk. It went badly,
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to say the least, They came clean to me about everything.
They told me things I will not repeat here, but
they did not apologize. My parents still claim that I
somehow owed my sister my time, my father even saying
you were put here to be her caretaker. I won't
lie and say I was composed After everything I learned,
I confronted them on the fact that my sister needed
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a caretaker, the money my dad was taking from his sister,
and a few other things. They denied it or made excuses,
and in the end we ended off in a worse
place than before. To day will be my last time
talking to them for a while. After talking with my
grandfather and uncle last night, I'm not going back. Later today,
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I'm going there and picking up my stuff and moving
in with my grandfather. When I graduate high school, I'm
planning on leaving the state to go to school. My
aunt has told me that the money she was sending
my dad will be instead be coming to me from
now on. My parents have called me twice since Saturday.
Neither of them were to apologize, and only ask when
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I was coming home. I won't be going back to
them right now. I still feel pretty uneasy about everything,
but I feel like that will pass the rest of
my life. My family is showing their support to me,
and honestly it feel great, but in the end, I
lost my parents. Over all of this, I've learned something
that I wished I saw earlier. I don't hate my sister.
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In fact, I love her with all my heart. I
should never have never projected my hate onto her. That
was wrong, and some day I hope to make up
for it, but for now I need to leave. So
there's my update. Thanks again for the support my original
post got. I really appreciate everyone who took the time
to comment or show me support. Thanks you. Edit. Thank
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you all so much. I wish I could respond to
every single one of you, but my lunch only lasts
so long. I'll update to night how the move out went,
but until then, thank you all. I want to say
that your support has been amazing and your kindness means
more to me than any one could ever imagine. Late edit.
While I never imagined, this update hits like a gut punch,
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shifting from resentment to redemption in real time. The poster's
clarity on loving their sister despite the mess. That's the
silver lining in a storm of betrayal. Parents pocketing caretaker
cash while dumping the load on a kid unforgivable, and
the confrontations raw honesty screams for that clean break, Extended
families rally, turning isolation into a safety net, pure uplift
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amid the ache. The communities embrace in comments mirrored that
overwhelmingly not the bleep Whole, with folks horrified at the
neglect and cheering the escape plan. It's a testament to
how one vent can unlock a life line, reminding us
projection poisons, but truth heals. Heart goes out to the poster,
rebuilding stronger. May the state change bring fresh starts, deep breath.
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Our next classic flips to flatmate folly with a bare
old boundary lesson story five, a boundary busting bedroom blunder
that's iconic. Am I the bleep Whole for sleeping naked
on top of the covers to teach my flatmate's girl?
And a lesson The poster bears it all pun intended
new to read it, please bear with So I twenty
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one guy, live with my childhood best friend twenty two,
also a guy, and have done for two years now.
Up until last week, things were perfect between us However,
he recently got a new girl friend, twenty three lady,
and she honestly seems absolutely great except for one thing.
She seemingly has a complete aversion to knocking. She and
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I have quite a lot in common, and I actually
like spending time with her. However, it bugs the hell
out of me when she just barges into my room
without knocking first. Now, she's never walked in on me
doing anything untoward. I'm usually just chilling on my bed
or studying at my desk. However, on at least seven
separate occasions now she's done it first thing in the
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morning to ask if I want coffee. I sleep naked
every time prior to the last one, I've been under
the covers and she hasn't seen anything. I always point
out that she could have, and she just giggles and says,
but I didn't. When she stayed over last week, in
order to make my point, I intentionally slept on top
of the covers. Sure Enough, she barges in at seven
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a m. Begins to ask if I want coffee, and
seize my you know what. She immediately backed out of
the room and didn't speak to me for the rest
of the day. My mate later pulled me aside and
said I was bang out of order, accused me of
deliberately exposing myself and pointed out that I'd threatened to
do it before. I literally just said, o K, but
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what if I had no covers and you saw everything before.
They're now framing this to others that I'm some sick
creep who intentionally got naked and lay in wait of
her because that's how I get my rocks off, and
I'm kindes seeing how it came off that way? Am
I the bleep whole for doing this naked protest in
your own space? Bold move? And this poster's trap snaps
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shut with text book timing. Girl friends giggle off knocks,
turning into a full freeze out the framing as a creep.
That's the sting, twisting self defence into scandal. But hay
boundaries aren't optional, even for coffee runs. Rumi's loyalty flip hurts,
but the poster's warnings were neon signs ignored verdict from
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the hive, not the bleep hole. Across the board, with
top voices slamming the intruder and pitching door jammers as
the real hero It's a hilarious howl against entitlement, proving
sometimes you gotta bear the truth to make it stick.
Door stop diplomacy. Next time, maybe giggle worthy gold Onward
to a career cross roads that's brutally professional. Our sixth
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saga's a doozy of duty versus family. Am I the
bleephole for being proud of doing my job well but
causing my parents to be made redundant in the process.
The poster crunches the numbers cold. I work with the
consulting company that basically automates people out of jobs. In
the past financial year, were directly responsible for x thousands
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of people being made redundant and saving companies fat stacks
of money. Basically, people are fallible flesh bags, and where practical,
we try and replace it with predictable, repeatable solutions. This
came to awkward scenario. We did an audit of a
local industrial company that my parents work at. Throughout this audit,
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at times I had to interact with departments and areas
my parents were involved into illicit processes, requirements, et cetera.
After the review, we found we could cut over sixty
jobs and improve output with introduction of a particular off
the shelf solution that required some modification. We provided training
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an additionally audited aptitude and performance to note which workers
would be best to retain, retrain, or retrench. The result,
based on metrics in my work, was that my parents
were part of this mass redundancy. I was not allowed
to give my parents a heads up after the news.
My parents were and are livid at me. They're telling
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me I had no loyalty to them and should have
fudged numbers to keep them there because they're not going
to find new jobs at their age. They asked me
how I can sleep at night knowing I put them
out of work. I told them that I take my
job seriously, do my job well, and I'm proud of
doing a good job. But now my parents, siblings, extended family,
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and some family friends are pretty much angry at me.
I've gotten various messages that follow the theme that I
should be ashamed. I'm not sorry for what I did.
The job was an enjoyable, challenging experience, and we ended
up with a happy client. Ethics meets family ties in
a crunch. This poster's pride in precision clashes hard with
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parental Please turning audit into ambush, wading for family tempting,
but that slippery slope tanks trust everywhere. The no heads
up rule stings extra, amplifying the betrayal vibe yet owning
the outcome without apology. Steel spined if chilly comments split
the difference, No bleepholes or everyone's a bit urging conflict
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of interest flags upfront an empathy post cut. It's a
stark spotlight on automation's human cost, where job joy for
one means job loss for kin. Thought provoking stuff, loyalties
limits tested, wrapping our whirlwind with a parenting powerhouse on
prejudice final classic to cap our old time round up?
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Am I the bleephole for punishing my son after he
said something racist? The mom doesn't mince words on the
lesson learned About a week ago, my thirty nine female
family ordered Chinese food for delivery. When the delivery driver
came to the door, my daughter's sixteen female was taking
the cat upstairs to put in her room because he
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always tries to eat the food. My son, thirteen, mail
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 said and was upset by it. I
quickly apologized and took the food. I told my son
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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
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why 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
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son about multiple instances where he had faced racist comments
and 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
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much more embarrassing for the driver to have to face
that kind of racism and racist stereotypes, and that our
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
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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 with purpose. This mom's masterclass
turns a dinner door slip into a day of reckoning
papers and all son's refusal to own it red flag waving,
but the face to face follow through Flip's ignorance to
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insight with the driver's stories, sealing the deal, Husband's just
a joke defense that's the fuel keeping fires burning, and
her clap back on real embarrassment lands like truth serum.
A touch heavy handed may be, but impact over ease.
Every time the chorus chanted not the bleep whole, loud
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and clear, backing the teachable moment and sigh dying Dad's
downplay as part of the problem. Kudo's for modeling accountability.
It's the kind of rays that reshapes worlds and folks.
That's our epic trek through seven all time, am I.
The bleep Hole grates from locked doors to loaded lessons,
proving red its drama well runs deeper than we dream.
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These stories stick because there us flawed, fierce, and fumbling
toward better. If one echoed your life or spark to
what if? Sound off in the comments your takes, keep
this convo cooking. Thanks for riding along on this marathon.
Stay empathetic out there, because tomorrow's conflict could be any
one's post Until next time, keep those boundaries bold and
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your heart's open. By for now,
Hello everyone, and welcome back to another episode of our
little corner of Reddit Drama, where we unpack those timeless
Joe dropping stories from suburdets like am I the Bleep
Whole that have sparked endless debates and had folks glued
to their screens for years. I'm your host, and to day,
we're going all out with a special dive into some
of the all time top posts from am I the
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Bleep Whole, the ones that racked up tens of thousands
of up votes and comments, turning every day conflicts into
legendary sagas of family feuds, awkward boundaries, and those moments
that make you rethink everything. These classics have been buzzing
since they dropped, pulling in heartaches, hilarity, and hard truths
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that still resonate today. We'll read them straight from the posters,
word for word where it counts, toss in some gentle
commentary along the way, and pique at what the community
ultimately decided. Whether you're here for the righteous rage or
the relatable mess ups, settle in with your tea or
coffe This is going to be a long one, packed
with seven unforgettable tales to keep us chatting the full ride.
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Let's kick things off with our first classic, a boundary
battle that's equal parts protective dad and family tension. Our
opening legend is titled, am I the bleep whole for
telling my wife the lock on my daughter's door does
not get removed till my brother in law and his
daughters are out of our house. Straight from the poster,
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a dad who's had it up to hear with uninvited
guests in more ways than one. Here's the full scoop.
My brother in law, Sammy, lost his home shortly after
his divorce ten months ago. He moved in with us
and brought his twin daughters, Olivia and Sloane, both eighteen,
with him. A couple of months ago. His sister, my
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wife and I have one daughter, Zoe, sixteen, and she
and her cousins aren't close, but get along fine. Olivia
and Sloane have no respect for Zoe's privacy none. They
used to walk into her room and take everything they
get their hands on, make up, phone, accessories, clothes, school, laptop,
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et cetera. Zoe complained a lot, and I've already asked
the girls to respect Zoe's privacy and stop taking things.
My wife and Sammy saw no issue with this, after
all their girls and this is typical teenage girl's behavior.
I completely disagreed. Last straw was when Zoe bought a
sixty dollar Ems make up kit that looks like a
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paint set that she saved up for over a month
and one of the girls, Sloane, took it without permission
and ruined it by mixing shades together while using it.
Don't know much about make up, but that's what Zoe
said when she found the kit on her bed and
was crying. I told my wife and she said she'd
ask Sloane to apologize. But I got Zoe a lock
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after I found she was moving valuable belongings out the
house because of this incidence. Sammy and his daughters saw
the lock and weren't happy. The girls were extremely upset.
Sammy asked about it and I straight up told him.
He said, my daughters aren't thieves. It's normal that girls
of the same age borrow each other's stuff. He said
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Zoe could easily get another make up kit for fifteen
bucks from Walmart and shouldn't even be buying expensive adult
make up in the first place, and suggested my wife
take care of this defect in Zoe's personality, trying to
appear older than she is. He accused me of being
overprotective and babying Zoe with this level of enablement. I
told him this is between me and my wife. But
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she shamed me for putting a lock on Zoe's door
for her cousins to see and preventing them from spending
time with her, saying I was supposed to treat them
like daughters. Then demanded I remove it, but I said
this lock does not get removed till her brother and
his daughters are out of our house. She got mad
I was implying we kick them out, and said her
family will hate me for this. So I reminded her
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that I let Sammy and his family move in, which
is something her own family refused to do, so she
should start with shaming and blaming them for not taking
their own son and nieces and granddaughters in. If it
wasn't for her family's unwillingness to help, we wouldn't be
dealing with this much disturbance at home. Everyone's been giving
me in Zoe's silent treatment, and my wife is very
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much upset over this. Oh boy, talk about a powder
keg in the family home. This one's a masterclass in
privacy gone wrong. The poster's heart is in the right place,
stepping up for his daughter when no one else would,
turning a ruined make up kit into a full on
boundary declaration with that locke, But oof the fallout, silent
treatments and family finger pointing that could fill a soap
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opera season. I mean, sammy calling it a defect in
Zoe's personality. That's the kind of comment that would have
me installing locks on every door too. And the wife's
torn between sibling loyalty and household harmony. Classic trap. The
community overwhelmingly sided with not the bleephole here, praising the
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dad for protecting his kid's space and calling out the
entitlement from the guests. Top comments urged him not to
back down, suggesting he redirect any make up sharing to
the wife's stash for a taste of her own medicine.
It's a reminder that generosity has limits, especially when it
invades personal turf. Solid parenting win, even if it ruffled
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every feather in sight. If you've ever housed relatives gone rogue,
this one's your anthem. Few. Shaking off that tension, let's
lighten up with our next timeless gem, A workplace Who
done it? That's more prank than plot twist shifting gears
to office oddities. This next all time fave is titled
am I the bleephole? For giving all of my coworkers
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a different reason for why I have missing fingers? The
poster lays it out with wit sharper than a plastic
knife buckle up. I have three fingers missing on my
dominant hand. It's fine. I can type and everything, and
even manage to tie my shoelaces most days. And on
the days I can't, that's the dyspraxia. However, I won't
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deny that it looks a bit odd to most people.
I only have my fourth and fifth fingers, so my
hand looks a bit like a child's drawing of a rabbit,
and not a good one. I'm used to people asking
about it, usually after staring for a good minute or two,
but I still find it annoying. I really don't get
why you'd think it would be an okay thing to
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ask someone about, but hey, I wasn't raised in a barn.
Usually I nip the questioning in the bud by just
explaining the truth from the get go and assuming that
enough people will gossip about it that the message will
spread by the end of the day. It always always does. Anyway.
I started a new job about a month ago, and
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I honestly could not face going through that same cycle again.
I felt like the time had come to not play
into it any more and make something out of it,
and I decided to make myself left. When the first
new coworker asked about it, I completely lied and told
her that I chewed them off as a baby. I
then decided to tell the next person who asked that
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I cut them off with a plastic knife at a picnic,
and the next person that I was born with six
fingers and they removed too many and so on, all
genuinely ridiculous reasons. But I'm a good actor, and they
actually believed my stupid lies. I didn't expect them to
a plastic knife through bone, but there you go. Maybe
they just thought there's no way I'd lie about how
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I lost my fingers. Within about three days, I learned
that my coworkers had been arguing about the actual reason,
and it seems like a lot of them now actively
dislike me for lying to them. I'm probably going to
have to make some cupcakes over the weekend with my
super cool three he printed adaptive whisk to get back
into their good books. Anyway, I told this story to
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my brother to day, and he told me that I
was a bleeb whole because I caused tension within the
off on my first day and made people feel stupid
for being gullible and believing my lies. My argument is
that I'm not the bleep whole because they were asking
a rude, albeit common question, and because I didn't do
it with the intention of deceiving them. I was just
honestly fed up of question and didn't think they'd think
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I actually severed three fingers with dental floss when I
was three. I'll accept my judgment, though update Ginna check
out here. I think not but coup I to ah
I've doesn't work that irk w why people why they
lost limbs or digits just because you want to say
to your morbid curiosity. A few reminders for people, I'm
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not a male. Don't know why everyone assumed that. Don't
ask people about something that could be traumatic, especially when
you don't actually know them, and when making cupcakes always
cream the butter ha This one's pure gold. The kind
of petty rebellion that starts as self defense and spirals
into office legend. The poster's tales of baby chewing and
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picnic mishaps, comedy timing on point, turning nosy stairs into
a gossip whirl when they never saw coming. But the
backlash with co workers feuding over the fiction, that's the
twist that bites back, proving curiosity killed more than the cat.
Here brother's got a point on the tension, but come on,
those questions cross a line every time, and a little
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fib to flip the script feels like fair play. After
years of the same old song. The crowd leaned no
bleep holes here or not the bleephole, cheering the humor
while schooling everyone on boundaries. If it's not your story,
it's not your business. Love the updates, Mike drop on
traumut Auk, Chef's kiss, and those adaptive cupcakes ultimate peace offering.
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If workplace weirdness is your jam, this posts the blueprint
for owning the awkward all right, catching our breath from
the laughs. Next up, a culinary conundrum that's got love
logic and a side of spice. Our third eternal entry
is date Night Dilemma for the ages. Am I the
bleep whole for very rarely almost never wanting to go
to restaurants because my girlfriend makes food that's just as good,
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if not better than restaurant food. The poster serves up
the savory details update here, but let's start with the
original tale. I've been with my wonderful girlfriend for a
few years now, and we usually get along great. Aside
from this current issue, you can skip to the Teel
Diar if the exposition is too long. She's a selfbrook
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claimed foody, which I honestly think is just selling herself short.
She's a food genius. She can taste and smell a
dish and then turn around and recreate it or even
make it better than the original. If you taste something
in wonder, what's that super subtle flavor, she'll tell you
it's anchovy paste, sumac, lavender, some other obscure spice that
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you would never think of. When someone is cooking something
and they go it's missing something, she can tell you
exactly what it needs. It doesn't stop there. She knew
I had touched a diesel truck. At work one morning
as soon as I walked into the house that night,
because she could somehow smell it on me, it's either
really cool or really creepy, depending on the day. That's
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not it either. She heard about a lost family recipe
and the next week, baam, I'm eating my grandmother's home
made sausage again for the first time in fifteen years.
It's gotten to the point where I don't see any
point in going out to eat pretty much ever, except
maybe her birthday. Even the most exotic ingredients aren't out
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of her reach either, And even though it's not about cost,
I've saved up more being with her than I ever
had in any other relationship. The only places we really
go for date night is Ramen. She can't figure out
how to make the noodles, but she still tries, so
it's just a matter of time and soush. Our anniversary
was recently and I had noticed that our local fish
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counter was selling Sushie gray fish along with the rolling
and nori, so I suggested that we have home made
sushi for our anniversary dinner before going out, and she
upset and said, I'm not learning how to make sushi
because then I'll never get a real date ever again,
we ended up going out instead. It kinda took me
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by surprise that she got so mad, though She's lightly
mentioned wanting to go out occasionally to places like Olive
Garden because she likes the red sauce or other places
because she likes the food, and now that I'm thinking
about it, she's gotten kinda gloomy because I've asked her
to cook on date nights instead of going out more often.
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She also brought up that food she cooks tastes better
to me because she's tasting and smelling it while it cooks,
so her senses are dulled by the time it's served.
But she has the most acute sense of smell and
taste I've ever seen. So I kind of think it's
just an excuse. I just don't think it's worth it
to go out and pay restaurant food prices when we
can stay home for home food prices and have food
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that's just as excellent t L d R. So Reddit,
am I the bleep whole for not wanting to pay
a restaurant to cook my meals because I practically have
a private chef of my very own. Edit, it's not
about the financial aspect of staying home versus going out.
I just thought that it was worth mentioning because it's
been more of a saving than expected. Edit too, I'm
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taking her out to night to grovel guys. I'm also
going to politely ask that if she finds this off
of Twitter, please don't smother me in my sleep for
being such a dick. Edit three, No, Twitter, I don't
buy her flowers, thanks for rubbing it in. I buy
her herbs and succulents. What flowers do I buy a
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woman who likes to preserve them afterward? Also, yes, I
wash the dishes. Final edit. OK, guys, this will probably
be my last edit. This post exploded unexpectedly, and I've
tried to respond to as many comments as I can,
but there's just too many of you. If you've asked
me a direct question and I haven't answered, I'm sorry.
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My inbox is a mess. I really took everything you
guys said to heart, and I can honestly say that
I've been an ass and it's really hurt my relationship
with my girl friend. It's honestly a surprise that she's
still my girl friend after everything. So her mom picked
up the girls and I took her out to a
really nice tapas restaurant. She was very excited and seemed
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to enjoy herself, and I apologized for being stupid after
we took a walk and everything seemed. This story's a
delicious reminder that the best compliments can curdle if you
lean too hard, like praising her kitchen wizardry so much
it traps her in apron duty forever. The poster's logic
tracks on the quality and savings, but missing the romance
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of a night out. That's the blind spot that turned
anniversary sushi into a standoff. Her quip about never getting
a real date again out but spot on call out.
The updates show growth from groveling tapas to herb Bouquase
proof that listening flips the script community verdict. Mostly you're
the bleephole, urging him to see dates as connection, not
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just calories. It's sweet how it ends on a high note,
walking off into the sunset, literally for anyone who's ever
taken a partner's talent for granted, this is your wake
up call. Talent shared is joy doubled, but so is
stepping out the door together. Yum, Now I'm hungry let's
pivot to a heavier hitter, one that's equal parts triumph
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and tragedy in Family Dynamics. Number four on our all
time hit list is an update that's as raw as
it gets. Update, am I the bleephole for despising my
mentally handicapped sister? The poster a teen spilling their soul
updates on a lie faltering weak. Here's the heartfelt run down.
I'm back, like I said I would be. My original
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post got a lot of attention, and seeing as you
guys seem interested, here's my update. Well, since that day
I made the post, I've been staying with my grandfather.
The week's been honestly a huge change for me, for
better and for worse. But I'll try to run it down.
I started by telling my grandpaw the story of why
I broke down the way I did, and to be honest,
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he seemed horrified. No one in my family knew my
parents were using me as essentially a free care service
for my sister. My grandpa told me some things that
I don't feel comfortable repeating here, but in essence, my
sister is supposed to be getting care from a professional,
and that my parents were ignoring that along with this,
I was not supposed to be caring for her at
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all with her mental state, as apparently she is a
danger to herself and others. With everything else I told him,
along with stuff like the movie Indecent Proposal, he was
really mad and told me to not contact my parents
without him there. He pretty much told me that he
would be meeting with my parents beforehand, and that he
was going to be there when I sat down with them.
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It didn't end here either. The rest of the week
consisted of other family checking in on me and telling
me things my parents hid from me. This included the
fact that my parents have been taking money from family
to fund a caretaker that doesn't exist. Suffice to say,
this week has been rough, but the upside is that
even through all this, my extended family has been giving
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me more love than I've felt in a while. My
grandfather spent this last week making up for the time
I've lost, encouraging me to spend time with friends and
do things I want to do. My aunts and uncles
have also been helping me through the week well. Saturday night,
I sat down with parents to talk. It went badly,
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to say the least, They came clean to me about everything.
They told me things I will not repeat here, but
they did not apologize. My parents still claim that I
somehow owed my sister my time, my father even saying
you were put here to be her caretaker. I won't
lie and say I was composed After everything I learned,
I confronted them on the fact that my sister needed
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a caretaker, the money my dad was taking from his sister,
and a few other things. They denied it or made excuses,
and in the end we ended off in a worse
place than before. To day will be my last time
talking to them for a while. After talking with my
grandfather and uncle last night, I'm not going back. Later today,
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I'm going there and picking up my stuff and moving
in with my grandfather. When I graduate high school, I'm
planning on leaving the state to go to school. My
aunt has told me that the money she was sending
my dad will be instead be coming to me from
now on. My parents have called me twice since Saturday.
Neither of them were to apologize, and only ask when
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I was coming home. I won't be going back to
them right now. I still feel pretty uneasy about everything,
but I feel like that will pass the rest of
my life. My family is showing their support to me,
and honestly it feel great, but in the end, I
lost my parents. Over all of this, I've learned something
that I wished I saw earlier. I don't hate my sister.
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In fact, I love her with all my heart. I
should never have never projected my hate onto her. That
was wrong, and some day I hope to make up
for it, but for now I need to leave. So
there's my update. Thanks again for the support my original
post got. I really appreciate everyone who took the time
to comment or show me support. Thanks you. Edit. Thank
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you all so much. I wish I could respond to
every single one of you, but my lunch only lasts
so long. I'll update to night how the move out went,
but until then, thank you all. I want to say
that your support has been amazing and your kindness means
more to me than any one could ever imagine. Late edit.
While I never imagined, this update hits like a gut punch,
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shifting from resentment to redemption in real time. The poster's
clarity on loving their sister despite the mess. That's the
silver lining in a storm of betrayal. Parents pocketing caretaker
cash while dumping the load on a kid unforgivable, and
the confrontations raw honesty screams for that clean break, Extended
families rally, turning isolation into a safety net, pure uplift
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amid the ache. The communities embrace in comments mirrored that
overwhelmingly not the bleep Whole, with folks horrified at the
neglect and cheering the escape plan. It's a testament to
how one vent can unlock a life line, reminding us
projection poisons, but truth heals. Heart goes out to the poster,
rebuilding stronger. May the state change bring fresh starts, deep breath.
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Our next classic flips to flatmate folly with a bare
old boundary lesson story five, a boundary busting bedroom blunder
that's iconic. Am I the bleep Whole for sleeping naked
on top of the covers to teach my flatmate's girl?
And a lesson The poster bears it all pun intended
new to read it, please bear with So I twenty
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one guy, live with my childhood best friend twenty two,
also a guy, and have done for two years now.
Up until last week, things were perfect between us However,
he recently got a new girl friend, twenty three lady,
and she honestly seems absolutely great except for one thing.
She seemingly has a complete aversion to knocking. She and
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I have quite a lot in common, and I actually
like spending time with her. However, it bugs the hell
out of me when she just barges into my room
without knocking first. Now, she's never walked in on me
doing anything untoward. I'm usually just chilling on my bed
or studying at my desk. However, on at least seven
separate occasions now she's done it first thing in the
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morning to ask if I want coffee. I sleep naked
every time prior to the last one, I've been under
the covers and she hasn't seen anything. I always point
out that she could have, and she just giggles and says,
but I didn't. When she stayed over last week, in
order to make my point, I intentionally slept on top
of the covers. Sure Enough, she barges in at seven
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a m. Begins to ask if I want coffee, and
seize my you know what. She immediately backed out of
the room and didn't speak to me for the rest
of the day. My mate later pulled me aside and
said I was bang out of order, accused me of
deliberately exposing myself and pointed out that I'd threatened to
do it before. I literally just said, o K, but
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what if I had no covers and you saw everything before.
They're now framing this to others that I'm some sick
creep who intentionally got naked and lay in wait of
her because that's how I get my rocks off, and
I'm kindes seeing how it came off that way? Am
I the bleep whole for doing this naked protest in
your own space? Bold move? And this poster's trap snaps
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shut with text book timing. Girl friends giggle off knocks,
turning into a full freeze out the framing as a creep.
That's the sting, twisting self defence into scandal. But hay
boundaries aren't optional, even for coffee runs. Rumi's loyalty flip hurts,
but the poster's warnings were neon signs ignored verdict from
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the hive, not the bleep hole. Across the board, with
top voices slamming the intruder and pitching door jammers as
the real hero It's a hilarious howl against entitlement, proving
sometimes you gotta bear the truth to make it stick.
Door stop diplomacy. Next time, maybe giggle worthy gold Onward
to a career cross roads that's brutally professional. Our sixth
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saga's a doozy of duty versus family. Am I the
bleephole for being proud of doing my job well but
causing my parents to be made redundant in the process.
The poster crunches the numbers cold. I work with the
consulting company that basically automates people out of jobs. In
the past financial year, were directly responsible for x thousands
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of people being made redundant and saving companies fat stacks
of money. Basically, people are fallible flesh bags, and where practical,
we try and replace it with predictable, repeatable solutions. This
came to awkward scenario. We did an audit of a
local industrial company that my parents work at. Throughout this audit,
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at times I had to interact with departments and areas
my parents were involved into illicit processes, requirements, et cetera.
After the review, we found we could cut over sixty
jobs and improve output with introduction of a particular off
the shelf solution that required some modification. We provided training
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an additionally audited aptitude and performance to note which workers
would be best to retain, retrain, or retrench. The result,
based on metrics in my work, was that my parents
were part of this mass redundancy. I was not allowed
to give my parents a heads up after the news.
My parents were and are livid at me. They're telling
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me I had no loyalty to them and should have
fudged numbers to keep them there because they're not going
to find new jobs at their age. They asked me
how I can sleep at night knowing I put them
out of work. I told them that I take my
job seriously, do my job well, and I'm proud of
doing a good job. But now my parents, siblings, extended family,
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and some family friends are pretty much angry at me.
I've gotten various messages that follow the theme that I
should be ashamed. I'm not sorry for what I did.
The job was an enjoyable, challenging experience, and we ended
up with a happy client. Ethics meets family ties in
a crunch. This poster's pride in precision clashes hard with
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parental Please turning audit into ambush, wading for family tempting,
but that slippery slope tanks trust everywhere. The no heads
up rule stings extra, amplifying the betrayal vibe yet owning
the outcome without apology. Steel spined if chilly comments split
the difference, No bleepholes or everyone's a bit urging conflict
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of interest flags upfront an empathy post cut. It's a
stark spotlight on automation's human cost, where job joy for
one means job loss for kin. Thought provoking stuff, loyalties
limits tested, wrapping our whirlwind with a parenting powerhouse on
prejudice final classic to cap our old time round up?
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Am I the bleephole for punishing my son after he
said something racist? The mom doesn't mince words on the
lesson learned About a week ago, my thirty nine female
family ordered Chinese food for delivery. When the delivery driver
came to the door, my daughter's sixteen female was taking
the cat upstairs to put in her room because he
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always tries to eat the food. My son, thirteen, mail
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 said and was upset by it. I
quickly apologized and took the food. I told my son
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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
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why 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
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son about multiple instances where he had faced racist comments
and 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
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much more embarrassing for the driver to have to face
that kind of racism and racist stereotypes, and that our
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
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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 with purpose. This mom's masterclass
turns a dinner door slip into a day of reckoning
papers and all son's refusal to own it red flag waving,
but the face to face follow through Flip's ignorance to
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insight with the driver's stories, sealing the deal, Husband's just
a joke defense that's the fuel keeping fires burning, and
her clap back on real embarrassment lands like truth serum.
A touch heavy handed may be, but impact over ease.
Every time the chorus chanted not the bleep whole, loud
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and clear, backing the teachable moment and sigh dying Dad's
downplay as part of the problem. Kudo's for modeling accountability.
It's the kind of rays that reshapes worlds and folks.
That's our epic trek through seven all time, am I.
The bleep Hole grates from locked doors to loaded lessons,
proving red its drama well runs deeper than we dream.
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These stories stick because there us flawed, fierce, and fumbling
toward better. If one echoed your life or spark to
what if? Sound off in the comments your takes, keep
this convo cooking. Thanks for riding along on this marathon.
Stay empathetic out there, because tomorrow's conflict could be any
one's post Until next time, keep those boundaries bold and
(30:18):
your heart's open. By for now,
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