Random Life Stories and Unpredictable Moments

As long as I can remember my parents were big drinkers and were almost always high on drugs. Thi sled them to having a bad tempe. If I were to do something as a kid, they would get pissed off and start throwing thingsand yelling. I remember one night, I believe I was 9 when I was playing with my cup that I finished drinking the water out of. My parents had just came back from the bar, around 3:00 am. They were drunk and I remembered they’re eyes being bloodshot red. I was using my cup to set on my head for fun but it made them mad. They told me to, “shut the hell up, you mistake.” I quote.

Hi, to everyone reading this!

I have been in a relationship for the past few years, right now I'm thinking do I know my man well enough! Idk something is off maybe with me of him. So this thing has been happening for quite a while, I'm a hopelessly romantic type of person, I just love too deep from caring to taking responsibility for the person I love. I'm a very shy kind and I don't like going outside often and I definitely don't like to go anywhere alone. So at the start of the relationship my man also accompanies me wherever I go shopping and do my normal errands, but now he just doesn't like to do it I guess. When I ask him to take me to buy something he just refuses or if I go alone he doesn't like it either, and if he somehow magically come with me he just gets irritated with every little thing I do or say. I just can't figure him out! If we go into more deep I have been doing everything for him like cooking his fav meal, making him laugh, solving his money problems and even solving his family issues. I never said NO to any of his requests I'm always there for him. I love him, but when I need him he is just not there for me. Today I asked him why are you not here when I need emotional support and he said "I just can't" that he is not that emotional type of person.

Now I'm stuck here don't know what to do or think. I would appreciate any suggestions to tackle this type of situation. Feel free to scold me :)

During my early years at a university known for its diverse student body, I had the fortune of being assigned a dorm room with a variety of international students. At 25 years old, the experience was eye-opening and educational in more ways than one. In our freshman dorm, the university's apparent pattern was to room one Caucasian, one American person of color, and one international student together in a triple setup. I ended up in such a trio, sharing my space with a girl from Ivory Coast. We weren't initially close, but as time went by, we bonded over common interests and shared courses, eventually deciding to room together until I moved into an apartment in my junior year.

Her beautiful hair and radiant skin always caught my eye. It wasn't just a superficial admiration; I was genuinely curious about her care regimen. She revealed that she primarily used natural ingredients such as aloe vera and shea butter. Intrigued, I took her advice and started incorporating these into my own routine. My hair and skin health improved remarkably, all thanks to her. After college, she returned to Ivory Coast, but we remained in contact, sharing stories and updates about our lives.

With the growth of my YouTube channel, which currently has around 5,000 subscribers, I began receiving numerous comments inquiring about my hair and skin care products. Inspired, I decided to create a video detailing my routines, crediting my friend from Ivory Coast for her invaluable advice. However, when I discussed this plan with my current roommate, who is Afro-Latinx, she accused me of cultural appropriation. She argued that by making the video, I would overshadow numerous beauty channels run by people of color, potentially lead to increased demand and prices for the natural products, making them inaccessible for some communities. Her words, labeling me a "colonizer," strained our relationship significantly.

If this situation unfolded in a reality TV show setting, the dynamics and reactions would likely be amplified. The cameras and audience could potentially skew perceptions, heightening drama around the accusations of cultural appropriation. Viewers might be divided, with some sympathizing with my intention to share helpful beauty tips, while others might side with my roommate, viewing my actions as insensitive to cultural origins and implications.

My husband cheated with his ex wife before we got married. I found out about a month before the wedding. I went ahead with the marriage because I was blindly in love. They have to talk all the time because they have a young child. I'm ok most of the time but when I have to be around his ex at sports, birthday parties, ect. It weighs on my mind. I start to scrutinize their every interaction.Last week, I was at their daughter's ball game and when she got a runner out, he looked toward his ex to share that moment with her. I've decided to quit going to going to games and this has made him mad. I also compare myself to her. She's taller, thinner, and younger. They have a friendly relationship and it eats me up. He says it's just for their daughters sake. His daughter is 8 and still sucks her thumb. We argue about this too. I want her to stop but it g do odd t bother him. I said it was embarrassing to be with her in public. He says I have mental problems and I'm being immature. What are your thoughts and or suggestions.

After ending a failed marriage, I found love again and remarried. My new husband, Mark, came with four grown children from his previous union, and I too brought along four children of my own. From the moment I met Mark's children, their behavior was nothing short of shocking. All over eighteen, they were rudely self-centered and greedy, only reaching out to their father when they needed financial assistance or wanted him to purchase something for them.

Our family home, where I've poured my heart and soul, is solely in my name. It's a splendid estate spreading across 3000 square feet, complete with a horse stable, hay barn, tack shed, a detached garage featuring a workshop and tool room, along with a garden shed. My affection for this property runs deep.

A couple of years ago, I decided to host a Christmas dinner for both sides of our extended family. I spent the morning preparing two lasagnas, chicken Alfredo, a variety of veggies, appetizers, and garlic bread. As everyone gathered, I laid out the appetizers while wrapping up the main courses. However, the first thing I overhear from Mark’s children is, "We already ate at Mom’s." This was frustrating to hear as they had been informed of the feast I was preparing.

The evening progressed to gift exchanges which went smoothly. However, the conversation soon shifted to our home. Mark’s children unanimously expressed their dislike for our home and discussed amongst themselves how, in the event of our passing, selling the home would be beneficial for them financially. Deeply hurt by this conversation, I excused myself and retreated to my room to devise a plan.

My youngest daughter, Emily, who is 18, shares my affection for our home and has grown up here. The following business day, I took her to the municipal office and executed a quit claim deed, transferring the property solely to her name. This move was strategic, snatching any opportunity for Mark's ungrateful children to claim the property in the future, and eliminating potential estate taxes.

Was I unjust in ensuring that these disrespectful individuals couldn't lay their hands on our family home?

Imagine if this scenario were to unfold on a reality television show. The dramatic reveal of transferring the home to Emily's name would certainly draw attention. Viewers would likely be split; some might applaud the decisive action to protect family assets from entitled hands, while others might criticize it for potentially stirring more discord within the blended family. The episode would likely end on a cliffhanger, leaving audiences eager to see the fallout from such a bold move.

For the past several years, my wife, Anna, and I frequently discussed the possibility of me launching my own venture. I had always assumed that Anna would be part of this venture, almost like a joint entrepreneurial endeavor. However, this scenario changed dramatically when it came down to formalizing documents, where I desperately required her signatures.

Anna made her stance crystal clear, stating vehemently, “I want nothing to do with this business. It is entirely your project.” She expressed her disapproval emphatically, which took me by surprise. Consequently, I had to look for other partners to bring on board because she outright refused to be involved.

Fast forward to today, my business has taken off and is seeing significant success. Now, Anna has begun making plans on how to utilize the profits as equally as if she had been involved from the start. When I gently reminded her that the business finances were solely mine, as the accounts were in my name only and she had expressed disinterest at the beginning, she was notably upset.

Things escalated when she discovered that I had modified my will. I've decided that my share of the business and the related accounts should go to my business partners, should anything unfortunate happen to me. Anna was furious upon learning this because it meant that all she might inherit would be our prior joint assets and her own earnings, completely excluding my business assets. I reiterated her previous statements to emphasize why I made such decisions, but it only angered her more.

Although I sympathize with the challenging position this might leave Anna in if I were to pass away prematurely, I struggle with feelings of unfairness on my part. The reality that she opted out from day one, and the business success was achieved without her involvement creates a complex emotional and moral scenario. Nonetheless, am I being unreasonable here?

Imagine this situation unraveling on a reality TV show, where every nuanced emotion and financial disagreement is magnified under the public eye. The viewers would likely be split. Some might argue that marriage is a partnership, regardless of individual contributions to projects, while others might strongly side with the private arrangement and agreements made between spouses. The drama, the clear communication mishaps, and the handling of financial success would all make for compelling television, drawing in audiences eager to see how such a personal conflict is navigated in the spotlight.

Last week, I impulsively decided to run a marathon with only a week's notice after learning I needed surgery on my rotator cuff. Since I couldn't engage in my favorite hobby, climbing, I've been supplementing with some casual running. Previously, I'd participated in a handful of races, including a marathon which I hadn't really trained for, so I figured why not try again? It seemed like a good way to stay active and feel accomplished as I geared up for my procedure.

A buddy of mine had also planned to run this marathon. Interestingly, she hadn't trained until it was almost time for the event. I thought it would be fun if we took on the challenge at a leisurely pace together. Throughout the week as I was hunting down a race bib, I kept updating her about my plans to join. She seemed okay with it until I finally secured a bib and shared my last-minute participation news on Facebook. That’s when things took a turn for the worse. She lashed out, claiming that the marathon was "her thing” and that by joining and posting about it, I was overshadowing her own efforts. She accused me of trying to steal her thunder, which was never my intention; I genuinely thought it would be nice to support each other.

On race day, we lost touch after just the first mile. I tried reaching out several times via text and calls but got no response. Hours later, she called back, way behind me, demanding I wait for her. Choosing to continue at my own pace, I politely declined, which she took as further evidence of me being a self-centered friend.

She didn't take it well that I was ahead, and, in an upset state, she quit at mile 16, taking a shortcut to finish with a better time than mine. I ended up finishing in 6 hours and 15 minutes, feeling proud of my achievement despite the circumstances.

Post-race, she remained adamant that I had intruded on her territory by running and has even withdrawn her offer to assist me post-surgery, claiming she felt betrayed. Her insistence that she "owns" running seems unreasonable to me, but perhaps I overlooked something in my approach.

If this whole situation unfolded in a reality show, I wonder how the audience would react. Would they sympathize with my desire to stay active and accomplish personal goals, or would they see me as the villain for stepping into what my friend considered her special domain? Reality shows thrive on conflict and resolution, so this drama could potentially be a pivotal storyline, drawing viewers to take sides and speculate on our motives and actions.

Am I wrong to have run the marathon, despite my friend’s claim on it as her own?

I'll try to express my feelings as clear as possible (my mind usually goes blank when I go and try to type stuff), and I'm sorry if I might come of as rude or inconsiderate, it really isn't my intention. Trigger warning of dark thoughts mentioned, if that's appropiate.

I'm particularly a young person, at the end of my teenage years, and I feel that life hasn't been going so well. I do well academically, even have that fame of people expecting good stuff about me, yet it has been a long time I have felt any proud for this. Thing is that I am lonely, and have been this way pretty much since the start of my social life. I am not in the position of being bullied, which I am grateful to be. Actually, people are usually nice to me, but that's the limit. Nobody has been interested in becoming friends with me. I was fine with it before, but it has been hurting more and more as time passes. I have tried many times to make social interactions, which is a huge step for me—it takes a lot of courage for me to go out and expose myself, because I tend to be socially anxious. These just end up as simple, friendly conversations, and sometimes even embarrassing. After I try to keep contact with them, they just seem like they aren't that interested in forming a friendship. I know it IS a process, but it is hard to keep it up if you sense the other person not wanting to get into it.

Life in my school has been very simple, I just try to be a good student and be cool with everyone. However, people only get to acknowledge me when they need something, and sometimes I feel like I'm the last choice for that. Hell, I sometimes even feel like a robot following commands. If I am honest, all my school life just feels like a cycle. I wake up, prepare and go to school, receive classes (that's just it), and head back home to sleep and start a new loop. This cycle has gotten me tired lately, and it is hard to try to break it, since I can't make it any more interesting. Unlike other schools, mine doesn't have any clubs, and I can't really talk to any of my classmates, because they have grown up with this picture of me being quiet and unapproachable, and it hurts to be seen that way.

My life at home isn't that good also. I try to finish my homework rapidly, and then try to see what to do with my free time. Most of my free time has been spent learning about math and coding, which I love, so they have been my main time wasters. There's not much I do after that. I have online friends, but I feel severely disconnected from them. About my family, I love them, but I don't think I can talk to them about this, and I have reasons for that. My father is my closest familiar, but he doesn't like me expressing vulnerability, and let's not even mention my mother. She says she loves me, but I have felt that she just gives me what I need to live, and doesn't teach me about how to do stuff myself, like cooking or washing properly. She is a real angry person when (easily) provoked, and uses everything given to her against others, honestly I have felt like a burden to her.

Sometimes the whole idea of feeling lonely brings me to dark places. I start to question if people would miss me if I was gone. I have no intentions to do anything against myself, but I sometimes do wonder. I feel like a ghost in this world. No matter how hard I try to form bonds, these break apart. There aren't many options for me, either. My parents restrict me doing a lot of stuff that is usually advised in these cases. Sometimes it feels that I have no one in this world, that I am unlovable. I have to keep all my hardships within myself because I don't have anyone. And about the idea that forming connections as an adult is harder, brings less hope for me. It is all just so confusing, and so hurtful. You feel that you cannot connect with anyone, and don't know why. I sometimes wonder if I wasn't supposed to be in this world, that I don't fit here. It feels that you are the odd one out, in an ocean of perfectly aligned pieces of a whole jigsaw puzzle. I just stand here and wish I was "normal."

I sincerely don't know, I feel like it would be nice to have someone who can do stuff and talk with me from time to time, and not by obligation. I just hope someday I get to meet someone, and for it to actually work, for a first time in years. Hopefully my life in college will be better if I place effort on it. It would be nice to hear if someone here can relate to these feelings, and if you want to talk about it, I'm all ears. Even though I am an introvert, being alone all of my time sometimes gets to me. Any advice to my situation is welcomed. I hope you have a nice Christmas Eve, I'll try to have one.

I've never felt this way before

I'm going through broken heart syndrome

I said some mean things to my closest friend who I have feelings for

Basically accused her for lying about something

We discussed about my feelings for her and she told me she doesn't have feelings for me although she kinda misled me into believing that she did

But she values our friendship

I couldn't sleep knowing that she doesn't like me even though I felt optimistic that she did

After I said those hurtful things, she is seeing me in a different light, and saying that she can't even imagine being friends with me

We're co-workers and we're part of a friends circle

I can imagine things being different but it physically hurts me to think that we can't stay friends

My mother, who is 75 years old, recently discovered she requires a knee replacement operation that isn't fully covered by her insurance. The total out-of-pocket costs add up to $15,000. My elder brother, Jake, rang me up to see if I could cover half of these expenses. Financially, I've been on shaky ground for the last few years. I had to secure a loan just to cover my car payments and am barely keeping my head above water with my regular bills. Jake, conversely, holds a well-paying position, resides in a large home, and frequently vacations.

I made it clear to him that I'm not in a position to fork out such an amount at the moment, but he persisted. He accused me of being uncaring toward our mother’s health and labeled me selfish. He argued that he is already paying more than his share, considering he cares for her daily. It’s true—I live miles away, so he does handle most of her care.

I deeply care about our mom and wouldn't want her to suffer, yet it seems Jake can't grasp the depth of my financial troubles. He suggested I take out another loan, but the idea of sinking further into debt is just plain frightening. Currently, Jake and I aren't speaking, and this rift makes me feel incredibly guilty every time I speak to mom. She's aware that she needs financial assistance for the operation. However, she doesn’t know about the conflict it’s sparked between us.

The situation worsened when I proposed that Jake could perhaps shoulder a greater share of the cost, given his financial stability. That suggestion infuriated him. He accused me of exploiting his financial success and shirking my duties when needed most. He keeps reminding me of the personal sacrifices he makes in caring for our mom, suggesting the least I could do was support financially. While I acknowledge his stress and sacrifices, my financial bandwidth is stretched too thin.

Our discussions have grown tense and fraught with misunderstandings. Jake even mentioned severing ties if I fail to contribute. This leaves me trapped between my financial limitations and my responsibilities. Suppose all of this were unfolding on a reality TV show. Viewers might be divided, with some sympathizing with my financial plight, while others might agree with Jake about stepping up financially in times of family need. Reality TV thrives on conflicts like ours, possibly escalating emotions and tensions to boost audience engagement.

How would people react if this conflict aired on a reality show?

I feel like today was a day of hell. Everything was so disorganized. I felt like I was skipping work since I only showed up two out of three days this week. I don't want to show up on other days, but I feel a very uncomfortable level of responsibility, especially when it comes to birthday celebrations and other things. I don't want to attend celebrations; I'm there to do a great job, not to integrate in such a friendly way. I like my solitude.

I feel like I regained my solitude today. I don't know, I felt like I was getting my life back after a long time. I don't like the country I live in; there are difficulties and so on, but I feel like everything is bearable. I had to manage the psychiatrist in detail; she was influenced by my father, as I thought. She took it seriously, thank goodness, that I didn't stop the treatment; I feel good because she's attentive and also, she admits, the effect of my routine on the healing of the issue. I feel very valued by the psychiatrist, but it's difficult for her; nevertheless, we're on the journey together. It's not the best I ever hoped for.

For some reason, I feel like I've returned to normal because I feel like I can tolerate the world as it is, imperfect from my perspective and like everyone else's. I feel like I can tolerate everything now, and I'm happy about it. I was also happy to see my stepmother and her father. I don't know, all in all, I had a normal day and I was able to tolerate it well; I didn't expect that. Maybe it's because I was also able to get away from the psychiatrist and her influence. Seeing that we were able to handle ourselves, I feel like everything is fine now. It was always my life's goal to be able to manage with a psychologist, or a psychiatrist. I felt welcomed back into the world, into society itself.

I have to confess, out of all this adventure I went through, I feel like I finally got what I wanted. To be able to deal with a therapist, to work as a team in some way, not just one person on one side and me on the other. That's why, I confess, my dental treatment didn't work, in any way, that was it. Since I left my therapist, I felt like the world had turned its back on me because there was no way out of my environment; that's how I understood it. Feeling like I've finally entered, entered the world, is simply fantastic, sensational. I feel like I can walk the streets again completely normally, tolerate the day, write many things, many ideas, but always with the feeling that my efforts in mental health, if they're welcomed by anyone, well, actually by everyone now, but mainly by those who consist of the mental health aspect. That support, that verification, makes me feel like I'm on the right track, or at least, seen by someone beyond myself, and I like that, I have to confess.

I have to confess it. I feel like that was the cure for my entire illness. Just that. I feel like I'm finally believed, taken seriously, that I see beyond, that I can handle the treatment. That I can finally handle treatment, that I'm taken into account within it, that I, as a patient, deserve respect for myself and my processes—I finally achieved that. I have to confess: The only cure was having someone check on me with my mental health, working as a team. That was it. I can't do that with anyone in my circle, because no one takes care of their mental health, that's the pure truth. So, it's feeling an immense burden.

I feel that the cure, moreover, was always returning to a mental health professional, but one that truly exists. That they don't abandon you, that they're not a scam, that they don't leave you stranded, that they don't act on behalf of others but on behalf of you, that there is a therapy given for me, given by another, that you can be supported by another. Not help, I didn't want help, support, support to keep me going. That was all I needed to get back to life, to go back to my life as before. That was it. Not someone coming and doing my job. The fact that I can't do it, that was the worst part. That's why dental treatment became pure hell for me. I understand everything now.

How difficult was this for those around me? A little support, so I could do my thing my way, without changing my routine unless it was for support. This, I insist, and I think it sums it all up, was the cure. A feeling that my life could be accepted by others based on my well-being and not theirs, and even so, it produces well-being for them, perhaps not giving them what they want, but by setting an example of being in context and not unconsciously destroying a world in unrecognizable ways. How difficult was it for everyone to see that? It was too simple. How hard was it to find a psychiatrist? Too hard. In the end, he was the only savior of everything because he was the only one around me who could do that. Does that make sense? That he's the only one? The problem with the psychiatrist is that everyone had the blessed humility to say they didn't know how to treat me. But was there any? Barely one and a half people, although my mental health was pushed aside during treatment. How difficult was it for others to see that? Honestly, the dental treatment was the least of my worries, from every point of view. Rightfully so, and I understand wholeheartedly, I ended up exploding at everyone.

Ironically, right now, the psychiatrist is the one putting the pieces together. She barely does six minutes of treatment, and she does so much more than the others. In addition to one person, whose example lifts heaven and earth and changes my life. From the smallest details, I categorically say, these people saved my life. In the dental service too, listening to me for a while, playing for a while, caring for me, being present, making the effort. That also did something very meaningful for me, and I'm not going to just give up. I can't do it. Also, damn, another doctor who supported me with the psychological aspect took it seriously, and in a way that I didn't get carried away with illusions. That one also deserves my award. These people, who did something, because those who operated didn't do a thing, except move some teeth with sophisticated and useless methods because they didn't attack anything, I can't let them be left aside in any way.

At the age of 24, I found myself in an awkward position with my brother's then-girlfried, whom I initially embraced like a sister. She joined us on family vacations and integrated seamlessly into our circle. When my brother, who was 30 at the time, asked her to marry him, I was excited to be chosen as a bridesmaid. At 21, I shared a place with a roommate and didn’t have much financial leeway. My mom had graciously offered to cover any of my expenses for the wedding. Initially, my sister-in-law had promised to pay for the bridesmaids' dresses, but as wedding plans progressed, she unexpectedly sent over details which included the costs for us to cover, along with an expensive bachelorette party plan.

After sharing these details with my mom, she confronted my sister-in-law since we had proof of her initial offer to pay for the dresses, which she denied. Given the financial strain, I made the tough decision to step down as bridesmaid, and I wasn’t alone; all but her sister made the same choice eventually.

My relationship with my sister-in-law grew tense following the incident. Her interactions became blunt and uncomfortable during her visits. Recently, when my mom, who’s been battling menopause symptoms, prepared a lavish meal during one of their visits, my sister-in-law found reasons to complain yet again. Upon their departure, she expressed her annoyance over not being included in our family photo frame – even though I hadn’t even included myself. After some heated words, relationships cooled significantly.

This incident led to a brief period where no one communicated until my mom reached out to mend fences. Despite her efforts, my sister-in-law's demeanor remained cold and dismissive. I’ve since decided to limit my interaction to sending gifts to my niece, relying on my mother for any updates. It’s painful missing out on family moments, but the emotional toll was too heavy.

Honestly, if this drama unfolded on a reality TV show, I wonder how people would react to seeing it all play out on screen. Would they see the situation from my perspective, or judge me for pulling back from family ties? I can imagine the intense discussions and polarized opinions amongst viewers, dissecting every look and decision.

Hey guys, I've got something to get off my chest. I'm 17, a dude, and somehow managed to have zero friends at school. Like, it seriously sucks, ya know? I was hoping to find a squad to hang out with, but here I am ranting here on a website I didn''t know before; thank God I found it... Anyway, I thought I'd share my thoughts and see if anyone else has been in the same boat or has some advice.

So, here's the deal. Every day it's the same old story. I walk into class, do my thing, and then it's goodbye till tomorrow. It's boring and sometimes I feel like a ghost in the hallways. No one notices me and I don't know how to change that. I tried to join a club or two, but it was awkward, and I just ended up standing around feeling even more out of place. It's hard, you know? Everyone has their groups, and it's like trying to break into a secret society or something.

Feeling this way gets me thinking – maybe it's just me. When I do get the courage to speak, usually, words come out all wrong. Man, it's frustrating! I bet someone out there gets what I'm trying to say, right? Sometimes I wonder if I'm too picky or if I have some kind of "this guy is a misfit" vibe. It's not like I'm asking for much. I'd be happy to find just one guy or girl who shares an interest or two. Just someone to laugh at dumb jokes with or hang out at the mall. No drama, no big fanfare; just simple friendship, ya know?

I've decided not to give up, though. I mean, being 17 and having no friends isn't a life sentence. There's gotta be a way out of this solo game. Maybe I'll try some new stuff, like helping out with an event or revitalizing the library's comic section. I've heard stories of people finding mates by doing those random things, so why not? Plus, I could use some good karma; might as well put myself out there and see what happens. "You'll reap what you sow," they say. I'm clinging to that wisdom right now.

Anyway, at the end of the day, I've realized I'm definitely not alone in feeling like this. And truthfully, that makes it a bit easier to bear. I'm sticking with an open mind and being hopeful. If this has taught me anything, it's patience. Oh, and to those out there who feel the same; just hang in there, don’t let it get you down. Your future friends might be right around the corner, just waiting for you to notice them. The world’s big and there's someone out there who's looking for a friend like you too. So yeah, keep your head up, and maybe throw a smile to someone next time – could be the start of something.

I've been spending quite a bit of time at my girlfriend Caroline's place, and her younger sister, Emily, who is 12, seems to have taken a peculiar interest in my belongings. She has repeatedly taken items like my phone, keys, and watch, only to hide them and leave me hints to their whereabouts. Caroline's family finds Emily's antics rather charming and funny; however, I'm left feeling quite frustrated, especially when I'm crawling behind furniture to retrieve my phone.

Emily excuses her actions by claiming she deserves my belongings more than I do, and that I should play along to win them back. It's odd to me that her parents haven’t intervened more decisively.

I brought this up with Caroline, expressing that I found her sister's behavior irritating and disrespectful, rather than amusing. I also mentioned my discomfort with how her parents were handling the situation.

Caroline was quick to defend her sister, suggesting that she’s just being a typical kid and couldn't be faulted for it. She argued that kids often act out and shouldn't be held to adult standards of behavior.

This is hard for me to accept, since I was raised in a strict Asian household where respect for others' belongings was emphasized, particularly in the presence of guests. In my family, such behavior would have been corrected immediately.

Despite this, I reiterated to Caroline that this issue isn’t about her sister’s age but about respect for other people's property. Caroline claimed it was unreasonable for me to expect her sister to behave like an adult, but agreed to discuss it with her parents, albeit reluctantly.

The entire situation is making me wonder if I’m being too harsh, or if my expectations are indeed justified. Imagine if this were playing out on a reality TV show, capturing every hidden cellphone and whispered argument. How would viewers react to seeing someone’s personal items repeatedly hidden for laughs? It could potentially swing public opinion, painting me either as a villain intolerant of a child’s play or as a victim of unchecked mischief.

What do you think, would this kind of family drama fly on a reality show?

for context im man, now, i remember used to going out with my friend to places alot, and he would often bring his mother, to me something was clear she liked me for my presence, i was never a spare money or a thing for using out there, nothing like that, i didnt even speak too much, but still very inviting and would pay for me watch movies with them both, i tried give back and was told no dont worry u keep money, i have not even a real known personality or anything interesting, infact i should seriously get my shit together and not think about girls, but still, very accomodating, as if its for no reason, and i found that super hot (i never disclosed that to anyone, cuz friends mom its weird, and this time im doing it anonymous), what type is this, i surely wont encounter another one of these types, too rare, im surprised this was her behavior, atleast not for no reason, what was going on there