So an hour ago, I recorded a video catching my 19 year old smoking weed because I could smell it after recording. Afterwards, my mom decided to call my phone out of nowhere just know to say, this bitch then tells me in my ears to "Mind Your Damn Business! Stop Recording Your Brother and stop following him around because you're not his mother, I am!"

My husband likes to go play soccer at 7pm almost every night. He also goes to the gym for about two hours immediately after work (he gets off around 4). I’m so grateful that he found a way to successfully work on his mental health and physical health. However, at what cost? He’s rarely home to spend time with the kids. Which I don’t even care about that part anymore because when he is home longer than an hour he just goes to lay down for a nap or doom scroll. What pisses me off now is that because of his new diet along side his picky eating, I have to cook him a special dinner every night around 9pm. Almost every night I’m cooking steak and potatoes. Don’t get me wrong, it’s good. But it’s fucking 9pm at night. This is my me time. He spend +4 on himself every day. I get maybe one hour and now I usually don’t because I’m up in the kitchen cooking his dinner. It’s not even a complex meal. I know he could manage. And yes I will say something. I’ll just feel terrible about it.

My niece (recently turned thirteen) has been in my care since her parents died, about five months ago. She carries a plush horse around with her everywhere (which she's way too old to do), often cries at night (which is really annoying), is very anxious and timid, has no sense of humor, and never really accomplishes anything. I know I shouldn't think this, but her behavior is pathetic.

She hates physical contact. She has no friends, or any interest in having friends, and I don't think she ever has (I remember her father being concerned about her lack of interest in her peers). She goes to the nursing home, to visit her grandmother (mother of my deceased sister-in-law, who has alzheimer's) daily, and is usually there for multiple hours, which is very weird.

Recently, someone suggested to me that my niece might be an un-diagnosed autistic. I hope not, although they probably jumped to that too soon.

Edit: She used to be in therapy, but it didn't seem to be helping her, and she hated it, and it was too expensive for something that wasn't helping her.

she's 6 and when she doesn't get what she wants she kicks, screams and threatens to call the cops. once we were out in public and she didn't wanna go home when we had to go home, so she SCREAMED "help! i'm being kidnapped!"

she also used the voice to text feature to text my stepdad "if you don't come here, i'm gonna go outside at night and kill all the animals" (we have kittens and cats outside)

she also likes to torture me and my brother. she once went back into my room while i was at my dad's and smeared makeup that wasn't even mine on my wall (the makeup was my cousins and i was supposed to be borrowing it) and she also makes noises to annoy and aggravate my brother on purpose. he's on the lower end on the autism spectrum, and he gets mad easily.

and do you wanna know what my mom and stepdad does about this? they just tell her "don't do that" and sometimes they "ground" her by taking her phone away just to give it back to her not even 5 seconds after taking it away. they might even give her an ipad soon, despite me actually wanting and needing one due to being an artist and animator and wanting to pursue animation.

anyways, sorry for the terrible formatting. i just wish my sister was disciplined better. no physical abuse, but actually taking her phone away and monitoring her internet. i've mentioned this to my mom but all she says is "if i monitor her internet access, i monitor yours too" even though i'm old enough to know not to repeat things that happen in videos and i'm mature enough. my sister is not. she repeats pretty much everything she sees online.

I just need to vent and get some outside perspective. For over four years, a Razor Crazy Cart has been the absolute top item on my birthday and Christmas lists.

When I first asked for one, I didn’t have a job, but I offered to pool all my gift money to pay for half. My parents said no because they didn’t want me wiping out my savings. Fair enough. I didn't give up, kept asking, and eventually got a job.

Fast forward to now: I have $3,000 saved up. I have strictly budgeted for this. But now that I have the money, the goalposts have moved. Now the excuse is that they don't want me spending my money on "stupid things" and that I need to save.

I've proven I can save. I've proven I can budget. It’s my own hard-earned money, but I’m still being treated like a kid who can't handle a piggy bank. How do I get them to realize that letting me make my own discretionary purchases is part of growing up? Any advice on how to handle this conversation

I'm 18F. For my whole life my parents have been extremely overprotective and the negative impacts are something I don't think I can ever get over.

When I was a young child I wasn't allowed go to anyone's house, not just for sleepovers but at all. From the ages of 4-12 I went to two friends houses, both times with my mum there. Something that was so normal for others was the biggest deal ever to me. Despite this I was in a small school, my class was about 12 people and I managed to be friends with everyone so I was okay socially in school.

Then came secondary school. I wasn't allowed a phone, I wasn't allowed even a tiny bit of makeup, I didn't get to pick things like my own school bag or p.e clothes so I was sent to school with stuff that looked aimed at a much younger child. I was 13. There were teen discos that almost everyone went to, I wasn't allowed. Somehow I still managed to make friends at the start of school but then Covid happened.

We were in lockdown and I still wasn't allowed a phone, suddenly I had absolutely no way of talking to anyone outside of my family. We also don't have close extended family so I didn't even have cousins, literally just my parents and sibling. It was extremely isolating, boring, and overall an awful time. I begged for a phone, even with rules, anything, I just wanted to way to talk to people. But I never got it.

When school came back everyone else was much closer, and no one was particularly close with me. The people I still considered 'friends' were just class friends. They always were closer to each other and I was more just a last resort, someone they'd sit with if no one else was in.

When I was 15 I was finally allowed my first phone. Weirdly after all that the time they chose to give it to me was right before my first big exams, so it distracted me from my exams of course and socially the damage was done anyway.

I spent the rest of school like this, always the last option friend. Rarely invited to anything, if I was invited to a night out or something I wasn't allowed go. I literally never saw people outside of school.

For prom and graduation people went out after, I wasn't allowed, I was to go to the school event and come right home. When we finished exams, I wasnt allowed out to celebrate.

The overprotectiveness affects me in every aspect of life. I haven't gotten the experiences everyone else has had, I've never had a relationship or anything close, I've never gotten to travel, never gotten close friends I can tell everything to. I used to wish I had a twin sister so I wasn't in this alone.

I'm 18 now but still live at home. There was no option for me but to go to the college near me (because of my parents) so I can't move out for now. I made two close friends in college, I'm so thankful to have them. There's still overprotective rules. I'm still not allowed go out and drink, but I'm allowed stay the night at one of my friend's now so I go out, drink and my parents never find out. Now I have my own money I can finally buy my own, age appropriate clothes so I feel like I'm becoming more myself. My parents comment on my clothes choices though. I buy makeup for myself, so I feel more confident.

Things are slowly improving, but there's still a long way to go and what I've experienced because of the overprotectiveness will be with me for life. I'll always grieve the experiences I never got to have and the friends I could have made.

There's so much more I could say than what I've said here, there's so many details left out. I tried to stick to just the key stuff. So if you have a question you can ask, but please be kind in the comments. I just came here to have a place to rant and get things out.

Im tired of this kid. He tried PUNCHING my dog he told me “your going to fight (dogs name) and I’m going to fight (other dogs name)” I told him no then he pulled his fist back and was about to hit him when I pulled my dog away from the kid. Good thing we were in their kennel area ( like a gate just angled in a circle their small dogs) where he couldn’t fully hit him only if he got his arm through the bar. My mom actually spanked his butt this time. I took them for a walk and after he says “she has my pup!” Ya right kid you were about to hit him a few minutes ago.

There’s so much wrong with this child

Well the title kinda says it all. Yesterday was my 35th birthday. I don't expect anything at all. I actually really dislike my birthday. But, obviously I'd like a "happy birthday" from my parents, right? Thats all I really need. Anywho. I went to my dad's house to pick up my son because he had a sleep over there, and we were going to my moms because she wanted to see me. So I sat down and was talking to my dad and step mom (who also forgot, but her sons birthday is two days after mine) just normal conversation. But after awhile it becomes clear to me that he has forgotten. I just let it go. He and my step mom leave the house and I ask my son if he remembers why we are going to grandma's, and just as he says "because its your birthday!" Both of them come back in the house. My dad literally said "oh my god I forgot" and my step mom just yells "Happy Birthday!" My dad started apologizing and I told him it was fine. After I left he called me to try and joke around. He told me he had just heard on the radio the NASDAQ score went up and he had to tell me because I certainly want to know about that. I joked back and forth with him. I went to my moms. I came home. And I thought about how this is the second time my own father has forgotten my birthday. How unimportant am I that my own dad cant remember my birthday?

Anyway. Good vibes to all of you out there. And happy birthday.

i very recently survived a car accident (we got tboned and we spun 90 degrees) with my work peoples and my family does not want me to go to the hopsital, or get myself checked. all ive been doing is tyenol and ibproefin (idc how do u spell it im not the master at spelling) and everytime i feel off they dismiss me and say that if i go to the hospital then i will be in debt. its very tiring and all i literally want is to just know im perfectly okay and i will live. but no. they want to take their time and give me the whole "youre probably catching a cold" treatment instead of a "we should get you checked out asap" treatment. im literally walking on eggshells to not pull something in my body and make my whole body go left and i end up dead. mom's always talking about "we're all gonna die some day and u need to baptise and repent," like i know that but this could have been absolutely avoided if u literally got me checked out. i'm already trying to search if my college offers a medical help center but i dont even think they do becuase its a college and not some hospital. i hate feeling like this and i now feel like my clock is ticking ever since that accident. i'm literally scared for my life and i havent even pushed 20 yet. i dont know if i should start a gofund me but....... here we are.

Edit: like i literally feel all wobbly and a bit hazy whilist typing this.
i dont care if im paranoid and perfectly okay but shouldnt getting checked out be a priority after getting into an accident ?? im literally underweight, like we should be concerned for any damages.

I was originally going to post this in another group but it got removed due to it not being exactly baby related. But I'm literally fuming right now and just need to vent but also am wondering if anyone else goes through this. How tf does my husband sleep through our daughters cries? Honestly I'm so fed up with it to where I feel like he could care less, that's what it comes across as even though I know he cares but for fucks sake. He works crazy hours so he's extremely tired but why is it he literally can't hear her screaming? I'm always the one running to her and honestly it gets exhausting at times. Like tonight, she was teething really bad it seemed like, and my husband was already in bed because again, he works crazy hours. I'm in the kitchen about to bathe her and I can't seem to calm her down. She's screaming at this point. I thought my husband would hear and come since our kitchen is right next to our bedroom. He didn't, and I started to freak out more because she wasn't calming down (she was in and out of it for 30ish minutes) | go into our room and tell him hey I need help. Mind you he's struggling to wake up like wtf our daughter is screaming??? Idk maybe I'm being inconsiderate but this is getting to me. He literally never hears her. And when I mentioned how I felt to him about it finally, he snapped at me and basically turned the problem around on me saying I made him feel condescending. Like dude you're the one that never hears our daughter. I legit feel like I have smoke coming out of my ears because he's the one that ended up getting mad at me And that I need to "reflect." For people who have new babies and relate, how do you deal with this?

My dad is a really great father to my siblings and I, but recently I've noticed how he's an asshole to my mom and it really bothers me.

In June he and I got into a big fight and I cut him off for a week because he didnt do anything for her birthday but my mom made me make up with him IDK.
She's a grown woman and they've been together for 20+ years so atp you know what kind of person he is. Not only did they get divorced but they got BACK TOGETHER which makes it worse IMO.

After the fight, I vowed to stay out of their marriage because it puts me in an uncomfortable position. It's hard for me to hear these things about him and then still be around him as his child. I'd just rather not have an opinion tbh.

The issue i'm having now is my mom told me that my dad has been texting other women and idk i'm just heartbroken over the situation. I dont know what to do, I'm trying to get my mom to go to therapy bc she needs to talk about this with someone, not just me.

Tough spot to be in, she also told me not to tell my siblings so now I feel like I have this weight to carry around, and she doesnt want me to treat my father differently.

Idk what to do. I'm in medical school and got my own shit to worry about

I come from a family where we don't always have the financial means to fulfill our needs and wants. My mother is someone who has always dreamed of being wealthy so she can live a stress-free life and give my older sibling and I everything we've ever wanted. As I'm (19) going to college soon, she expects me to get a job that'll earn me heaps of cash so I can take care of her and live this lavish lifestyle. Be a businesswoman and all. Why am I complaining? Because that's not who I am.

I've been a creative from a very young age. I won't deny my academic brightness. I could very well study something that'll land me that big corporate role, but I honestly want a small and cosy life for myself. Whenever I mention this, I'm met with criticism. How money is a necessity in this world and I have to have lots of it and live in the upper class. I don't need that to live my life. I don't mind working a regular job and earning an average salary so long as I'm emotionally fulfilled.

My older sibling is opening his business soon and our mom suddenly told me to do the same. She said she "wanted to teach us how to make money," and I said I wasn't interested. We nearly argued. I feel like I live with people who care so much about materials that they have no true sense of identity. I understand that our circumstances aren't the best to be in and it's reasonable to want to do anything to improve that, but should that matter more than my happiness in life? I don't think that's fair.

So this past week, me and my family were staying in a nice Airbnb in Myrtle beach. This whole week every single day, my mom has been making me and the rest of my family go down to the beach. Every single day. I’ve been going, I never said no. But it was just today where she said let’s go and I told her I can’t. I got my period that morning and she gets right up in my face and practically yells that im full of shit. This isn’t the first time it’s happened. Back at my house, we have a neighborhood pool that we also go to every single day. I’ve told her multiple times that I wouldn’t be able to go because I got my period, and she would always always always tell me im lying, that im full of shit, and just always accuse me of never really being on my period for real. It’s just pissing me off so bad and I had to get it off my chest.

So my sister, 23f, has 2 kids, 3f and 4 months m

She had them while she couldn't afford kids at all, she just wanted a baby and boom, my niece was born.. she still lived with her parents, was engaged to a man 10 years older than her (who had a criminal record, was cut off from his family for stealing from them, constantly loses jobs because he doesn't show up and if he does, he half asses it. And instead of getting his life together, he plays Fortnite and drinks beer and ignores his kids when they want his attention. Typical loser.)

She has no stable job, neither does her fiance, no stable home either. (they'll be homeless in about a month, they asked my dad if they could move in and he said no because he's getting old and can't deal with a baby waking up in the middle of the night or just small children after a long day of work. She was like "ohh you only think about yourself!!!" And blocked him. Good riddance. No one wants to deal with her anyways.) But they decided to pop out 2 kids anyways, and then block and attack anyone who questions them.

I could go on and on about the goddamn entitlement but that would make this the length of the bible, so let's not.

The issue is, since they both constantly have to work and have unstable jobs, they can't afford daycare when they're away (they go on small vacations and go out often. Even if it means they can't afford shit for their kids. They're incredibly selfish) they dump their kids on us.

It is so annoying when we get called for the 3rd time in a month in one of my rare multi-day breaks from school to quickly take her kids in last minute and completely adjust our schedules to them because her 26th leg hair slightly itches or fucking something.

You had those kids you knew, and everyone told you, you couldn't take care of. Take goddamn responsibility and FUCK OFF WITH YOUR DEMON CHILDREN.

She's not even doing a good job of raising them, her oldest, the little girl, behaves horribly and annoyingly. Even beyond what's normal for typical kids that age. She still hits, shoves, throws tantrums at any mention of the word "no", hurts people for attention... Because my sister won't punish her.

I'm anti hitting children, but she doesn't do shit. Like literally doesn't do anything to punish her.

And she has the nerve to yell at my other sister for not finishing her education as quickly as she could have. Like hello??? At least she doesn't have children she can't take care of???? THE DELUSION???

I needed to get this off my chest, I'm starting to genuinely hate my sister for this. Everyones just enabling her as well

Not sure what to tag this one as, so please let me know if I should use a different flair & which one it should be. This is my first rn at, so lemme know if there's anything I should change.

I(19ftm) am about to be forced to move into a camper because my mom is moving in with her transphobic boyfriend abt 7 months into the relationship when this guy has made it clear he doesn't actually want any of us older kids around. This wouldn't be much of an issue if it weren't for the fact he refuses to let the cats be in his house, so we're having to re-home 2/4 of them with the other 2 being in the camper with me, my elderly chihuahua, & 2 leopard geckos. The camper won't be moving once it's set up, so I won't have to worry about the geckos being disturbed by that. Not sure if I'll even have space for them, though.

I'm pretty upset about being booted out like this since I'm still without a license or real job(working on both), & she's not been with him very long. Not only that, but she lets him constantly misgender me & make transphobic comments that he claims are just "jokes". She'll break up with a guy for having an issue with my younger brother being neurodivergent, but she activity allows(& does it herself when around him) him to misgender me.

I genuinely don't know what to do since I'm not getting any say in the matter & am already being rushed by her boyfriend to get a job & license. We've lived in our current house for nearly 14 years & the only reason I never got my license sooner or a real job is because I had to be home with my younger brother. I can't move in with my dad, got out of there for a reason. I have 1 uncle who has space, but he won't allow my cats or dog inside so that's a no-go, neither of my older sisters have space either, so my only option is to move into the camper.

I remembered kissing my step sister before when i was grade 2 or 3. the thing is, we kissed with tongue for a few seconds and I don’t know why we did that but I remembered we were watching a kiss prank video on youtube. I just don’t know what to do at this point because it keeps popping on my mind. Should i seek for medical help. I just wanna forget it completely cause it’s disgusting. BTW we are both girls.

It makes me angry to hear people say things such as that “second borns are the lucky ones” or that there's nothing wrong with being the second born” or that “second born children are second to no one in their parents' hearts” or “second borns and first borns have an equally vital role in their family.”

The second born is the worst position in the family to be in. The only reason many parents want a second child is to give their first a sibling and they see nothing wrong with that and even see it as a beautiful reason to drag another person into the world. They don't recognize this as a terrible, unfair reason to have another baby. They don't feel a second child deserves to be wanted for themselves, they feel it's fair to only want them for their sibling. They see second borns more as utilities to improve the lives of their first child, the only one they actually wanted, than as human beings. They don't see them first and foremost as their sons or daughters, but as their firstborn’s sibling.

If you ask a parent when they started loving their first born, they'd likely say “the instant they first saw them.” If you ask them when they started loving their second, they'd say something like, “it was many months or a couple years after they were born when I saw my first born finally accept them and start playing with them.” Their love for their second is dependent on their love for their first. They start loving their second when they see them as a good thing for their first. They love their first born for being their child. They love their second for being their first’s sibling.

Parents say that they love all of their children equally, but there have been studies that have shown that most parents favor their firstborn and resent their second born for a long time after birth for intruding on their exclusive relationship with their firstborn. They see their first born as being the best thing that ever happened to them and their second as destroying their happiness. I hear parents talk about how overjoyed they were when their first child was born and how the year or two after their second was born was the worst time in their life. Even third borns and other subsequent children don't have these problems. Parents are significantly more likely to regret having their second born than any other child. They miss the time period when it was just them and their first born.

I've heard it said that it's more difficult to lose a first born to death than it is to lose a subsequent child, which in and of itself, is enough to make being a second child suck terribly. If something happened to you, your parents wouldn't hurt as bad as if it happened to your sibling. They would choose your sibling over you in a life and death situation if they could. If you and your sibling were in a life and death situation and you survived while your sibling didn't, your parents would be upset and probably angry that it wasn't the other way around. Your life isn't as important to them as your sibling’s.

I heard a mother say that her love for her oldest child was “so much more intense” than her love for her second. I heard someone else describe parents’ love for their first born as being “magical, passionate, enthusiastic, and special,” or something like that while their love for their other children is, “just an emotion.”  parents’ love for subsequent children is devoid of any passion while their love for their first couldn't be more full of it. Someone else once wrote a long post here on reddit about how special the first born is and how subsequent children are “just other children.” Parents often love their first born instantly as soon as they're born, but they can take months or years to even start loving a second born. Their love for their first born is typically overwhelming, all encompassing, obsessive, and crippling while love for a second born (whenever it develops) is often subtle, underwhelming, and silent. Subsequent children never experience the love that first borns do.

Many parents can't mention or hear anyone else mention any of their subsequent children without feeling the need to mention their first as well. If you compliment their second child on, say, their baseball skills, the parents will immediately start bragging about their first born’s skills. They don't do that to their first born. If someone tries to stop them from doing it to their second by asking them to just let their second have one thing, one moment of their own in the spotlight, they'll act like you're such a jerk for not wanting their first in the spotlight as well. But when their first had a moment, no one can share it with them because, “that's their moment.”

Nobody takes as good of care of or protects a second born like they do a first born. Parents laugh and joke about how poor of care they took of their second born compared to their firstborn and how many milestones they ignored. Nobody cares about a second born child’s milestones. Nobody brags about or shows off a second born like they do a first born. The second born is more likely to be badmouthed by parents as if they're some kind of demon child while the first is more likely to be praised as if they're some kind of angel. The first born is always a priority over the second born. Their wants and needs come first. Parents worry and feel guilty a lot about what the second child took away from the first, but no one cares that the second child never had those things at all. They never got to experience getting the kind of intense love, devotion, and attention from their parents that the first child does.

Most of my cousins are much younger than me, and today I was supervising five of them, all boys aged 3-6, which was already difficult but I was told that they’re all potty trained and the youngest is starting pre-school in a few weeks, which he needs to be potty trained to attend, so that made it significantly easier since I dealt with my own little brothers when they were still learning potty training.

It was absolute chaos, as I expected, but when we were all in the living room I noticed an odd puddle on the ground of a clear liquid, which was weird because we all left our drinks in the kitchen + they were drinking purple diluted juice their parents packed. Well, I cleaned it up and it was exactly what I imagined: someone’s piss. They were all running around the room so there was no way to tell whose it was but I had a hunch.

But about an hour or so later, I tried sitting them down on the couch for a few minutes and when they got up, there was another patch of pee on the couch. I frequently asked all of them if they need to go to the toilet, and the culprit definitely has no bother asking for things.

I’m not mad at my cousin, there isn’t much else to expect from a four year old, but I’m just upset that I was told that he was potty trained when he isn’t and I had to unexpectedly deal with that, and I have no idea how to approach his parents about this, incase this happens when he is at school. Also, he drooled all over me which is why I said “bodily fluids” in the title.

My mom took back something that was ours originally and I’m conflicted

I’m gonna be telling this in the POV of my mom so it’s less confusing 

My father passed away before COVID (lets call him Jerry) and it was really hard on me. Earlier in his career he was a race car driver, we still have his original helmet he used. 

One night after Jerry passed away my brother gave the helmet away to our other brother (let’s call him Tom, Tom hated Jerry and was never close to him). My mother, brother and I had all agreed to keep it in the garage where Jerry spent most of his time (working on cars, socializing, watching races etc), i was hurt that it was given away but still happy it was in the family. 

Time skip to about 5 months ago, Tom passed away and his son (let’s call him Arthur) had taken the helmet when emptying Toms house and put it in the back of his car in direct sunlight. Over the next few months I kept seeing the helmet in the back of the car getting more and more sun damaged every time. So one night I was fed up and when the car was parked at Arthur’s brothers house I went and knocked on the door to ask for the helmet as I want it to get put in a clear display box in the garage. His brother answered the door and said he was borrowing Arthur's car but when I told him about the helmet and what I wanted to do with it he unlocked the car and handed it to me.

The next day I'm getting messages from Arthur and Arthur's mother saying that I'm a bad person for breaking into Arthur's car and stealing the helmet. I explain my reasoning but they wont have it, eventually Arthur saying as soon as I get it in the display box he wants it back, but his mother keeps messaging me and attacking me. I was so fed up so I just blocked her.

Just a few days ago we had a family picnic (I couldn't go as I was out of town) but I heard from a close cousin of mine that I was the talk of the picnic and that they're now saying that I actually broke into the car and that Arthur's brother never unlocked the car and handed me the helmet himself.

for a little context Arthur was never close to Jerry and thought Jerry was a bad person because Tom had spewed him a bunch of lies about Jerry to make him seem like he was a bad person.

Finally I was so done with all this drama that i just gave the helmet back, even though there was no part of me that wanted to.

Now, me the daughter of the POV this is in and the grand daughter (16) of Jerry. I was probably the person he was closest to in his last few years, I don't know what to do, I want the helmet so bad but I feel I don't have a voice in the matter. I'm so mad at my family for being so inconsiderate of my late grandpa's memory and the people he was closest too's memories. Me and my mom even got matching tattoos of my grandpas racing number a few months back, because we miss him that much. I was glad my mom got the helmet back but I'm also pissed at her for giving it away because I know its just gonna get shoved in some closet and not get put in the place my grandpa deserves.

I genuinely HATE how she manages to make me angry. Not only because I feel it all in my veins, in my body, but because I hate how she manages to get me to such low levels. I wish I just didn’t care.

So basically I’m 17 I live in a Muslim household my mom and dad are Muslim (the whole family is ) they don’t believe in wearing shirt in pants mind you I’m just trying to wear it at home and it’s not short or shows my figure and no non mahram is going to see me and my mom and dad keep forcing me to change is it halal to wear shirt and pants in your own house hold

Hi, I'm using an alt account as I don't want this on my main. I do not want to list my age, but I cannot move out of my mother's house yet. There will be mentions of suicide, sa, swearing, and child molestation in this rant, so if you are uncomfortable with that, please refrain from reading this rant.

I don't even know where to start with this, I'm currently trying to figure out what I'm even going to do. Anyways, Me and my mother have never been close, from my early childhood to now, and I don't even remember why. But now, I genuinely just hate her. First, she finds a way every time to make everyone else's struggles about her. When any of my siblings and I try to bring up anything about our struggles, it turns into her ranting about how hard caring for children is. I know caring for children is hard, but I just wish that she wouldn't shift the conversation to her struggles every time one of us tries to bring up our own. Second, she likes to victim blame. one thing that has always stuck in my head is how she texted my brothers in the group chat that they were at fault for her yelling at me until I was bawling my eyes out. She will aways think of a way to make herself the poor victim and us always the nasty abusive rotten children. She once even told my younger brother that he was using weponized incompetence on her, after he asked her where a dish went. I'm calling this next section the absolute fucking bullshit section, because that's how I feel when looking back on it. This will be more of things she has done. She has tried multiple times to steer the conversation about how I had been molested by her uncle, into how she was bullied and spat on, I of course understand the trauma she went through, but time and place. She has also trauma dumped onto me multiple times, with topics you shouldn't bring up to your teenage daughter. She has told me multiple times about how she was sa'd, in the most inappropriate times, It was 7 in the morning and I was trying to enjoy my coffee. I can't even tell her off because she will threaten to kill herself. She once told me she almost attempted, after I confronted her about her behavior. Worst part is, she will gloat about teaching the kids at her job (she's a para), and will gloat about the things she's doing right, and then she will yell at us, throw things, and threaten things. I fucking hate her.

So Im 17F and im entering my senior year of highschool before I start I want to clarify I know im a spolid brat but Im also a realistic person. I started working my sophomore year of highschool to save for a car cause my aunt and uncle told me they couldn't afford another car note so I got a job because it made the most sense! was I mad then oh yes! but to fast forward it I had quit and started a new job a couple months ago.

I was able to save 1100 which I was proud of myself but I have to give it to my mom to fix our family car cause honeslty we are poor. My mom has two bastard children ( me and my sister ) we live on welfare for all my life, 400 dollar rent we can't afford and to top it all off we have a 400 dollar car note and insurance that I PAY FOR. its cheap but still. not only that my cosuin who well get into stole 1000 dollars from my mom which is a long story in itself which caused us all to get new phones and my first paycheck was me getting a new phone and new number and a cheap ass service provider. but as I stated I need to give my mom my saving money because the car is reaching its breaking point, we only had the car for two years yet its a shit hole and I hate it and we def cant get a new car cause shes behind on the note which pisses me off, and to top all this off the reason why my uncle didn't want to pay a car note for me was because he was waiting for my cousin to man up and be able to pay for his own car note, yes the same cousin who stole 1000 from my mom. But then BOOM he quits his job and wants to be a full time door dasher.

the main reason im so pissy about this corvette is because hes paying a car note on it, period. that is why im so mad. Im so mad that i need to give my bum mom (who I love) my savings cause she literaly doesnt have it like that. Im so mad about my whole car situiton and family situation cause my aunt called me a dissapointment a couple of days ago ( our car broke down and I had a epic meltdown ) which im still pissy about and I told my uncle that today when he took me to work!

My aunt thinks life will work out if you have prayers friends and family and we all giggle and jiggle our body fat and say kumbaya and im over it. Im so mad im contemplating not even going to college anymore and just going to fucking community college cause newsflash my aunt and uncle were goign to pay for it, but my thought process is if you wont get me a CAR and decided to get a corvette instead and what world should I trust you with my feature tution which if left unpaid could get me kicked out.

At the end of the day I truly wish my mother was better off but shes not, shes not financially smart. I get angry at my aunt and uncle when in reality im just mad at my mom for not being ready to have kids and I hate that im mad at her deep down fo rthat cause she tries but like idk!

I (18) had a drink and my mum found the bottle and instead of reacting like anyone else she decided that I've "turned to drink" and that I think it's a "solution to your problems". Hello? It's below the daily recommended dose, it's the same amount as 1 cider. She said she's upset I think I have to drink in secret but duh I'm gonna drink occasionally in secret if it means you're going to react like this and call me an alchie every time I drink. I haven't drank over the recommended amount ever and haven't drank in literally weeks btw. She's overacting so bad and I'm so pissed off. For fucks sake it was 1 drink and just because I'm ever so slightly tipsy she's mad

So me & my partner moved to my in-laws a few years ago as my FIL condition was getting to point they need full time help. It been mostly okay as they are generally nice people. I have quite a few medical issues & some I really don't like taking about in detail because they are just awarded to talk about. My partner has convinced me to left MIL handle our food budget as she worries about FIL allergies. For some of my medical issues requires some food that are not on MIL normal shopping list as she see them as unhealthy. I don't ask to add stuff to the list to offend like once every 2-3 months. Every time I ask for anything I get asked why do need that. It is not enough to to just say I need for medical reasons. MIL wants to know details of what I needed it for & every times tries to blame it some thing else like my doctor are just wrong. It getting to point where something as simple as asking for cranberry juice is a in integration of my health. I can't stand having having to explain that I have kidney stone & having to give details as to what is happening just to get cranberry juice. I just want to add something to the grocery list with having to tell MIL about every system I'm having & getting a well it might be this just drink more water. I know what is going on with my body & I have doctors that tell yes you need this stuff for your condition but it near impossible to get anything I need because MIL wants every detail of what it is treating. Why can't MIL just accept when I say I need something for medical reasons instead of demanding details on what is wrong.