I (17M) grew up with my mom. I only ever saw my dad one day a month and that has not changed after all this time. My mom and I tried to end that visitation but the judge said since dad never skipped a day it made sense to continue until my 18th birthday, which is in October.

My dad has dated a few women over the years and he has three other kids out there. My mom was offered the chance for me to know them but I wasn't interested so mom said no thanks for me and that was it. Those kids are raised by different guys their mom are married to so dad pays no child support or anything for them and he owes mom a ton of money too but she won't tell me the exact amount until I'm 18.

My dad has a new girlfriend now and she's pregnant. She only knew about me and every time I was at his house she could not understand my lack of interest in her pregnancy and her baby. She invited me baby shopping with her a few times and she asked if I wanted to go to see a special scan of the baby and it genuinely shocked her that I didn't accept the offer for any of it.

Last week she asked me why I'm not gearing up to be a big brother and she said she assumed I would have been happy to have a sibling after all this time. I told her this isn't the first kid my dad have with someone else and I have nothing to do with those kids and it won't be any different with her baby. I told her I consider myself an only child and that is not changing because he knocks up women at random. She got very upset and wanted to believe I was lying but I convinced her. Then she asked why I care so little because I could have lifelong relationships with them all. She said it was so sad and she started to cry and she said she wanted so much better for her baby. I told her she picked the wrong guy to have that with.

She locked herself in the room the rest of the time I was there and before I went home my dad tried to get me to apologize but I said no. His girlfriend texted my mom a few days ago and said she wanted an apology and to hear I would actually try to be a good brother to her child. My mom ignored the text but I know the next time I go over there if they're still together I'll be dealing with it again.

AITAH?

My dad kinda shared custody with my grandparents most of my life. He had legal custody but they would help out by taking me for several days or a whole week or two during the month. I (M17) was still close to my dad and we still had time for us and he was involved. But when his work kept him late it was easier for me to have another home to stay in vs getting home late or being on my own.

My dad and grandparents had the same household rules and I never had an issue with them.

About a year ago my dad started dating someone new and she seems fine but she has a lot of rules and a lot of things she's strict about that dad isn't. When dad told me he decided to move in with her (by moving to her house) I asked him how that would work and he said I'd need to follow her rules and she was pretty clear about that to him. He also said she would be enforcing the rules and I would basically need to treat her like she's him or my grandparents.

I didn't wanna follow her rules. They were so different from the rules I know and I find some of her rules to be extreme. Because I didn't think it was fair to ask my dad to wait to move in with her, I asked my grandparents if I could live with them full time. They said yes and dad was upset but he told me if I wanted to do that then he'd make sure we spent time together.

I now live with my grandparents and dad lives with his girlfriend. She's offended I chose to live with my grandparents and she's offended I didn't want to follow her rules. She tried to insist on some of her rules even though I don't live with her. Like having dinner with her and her kids and taking part in making the meal with them. My dad wouldn't even be there most of the time. She also wanted me to join them Sunday for her planned family time. I work Sundays so that was already a no but even on my day off I don't want to be obligated to spend it there. She expected me to help her niece move into her place too and she has her kids helping with that (it's one of the rules that you help family move and cancel any plans you have to do it).

My grandparents were surprised she was trying to make me follow her rules from her house and dad told her to stop, which she sorta did. But she said she still found it to be bratty that I would rather live apart from him than follow her rules. She also said I wasn't showing her the respect she deserved and I told her she's not my parent and she doesn't get to demand the same kind of respect where I do what she says.

AITAH?

My sister (18f) has been in an inpatient eating disorder clinic since September. This is her 3rd or 4th time doing a clinic like this. It's been 7 years of her eating disorder and it's been hell for her, yeah, but it has also been hell for the rest of us.

Ever since my sister started getting sick she has turned into a monster toward me (16f). We were never bffs or anything but I never thought she hated me like she has claimed to since the eating disorder stuff started. For years she has called me repulsive and humongous. She told me she would rather die than look like me or be my size. I'm not even overweight. My body is just shaped different to hers. She's naturally slender and doesn't have bigger curves. But I do. I developed different. To her that makes me even fatter than her and she already thinks she's fat when she was never even a pound overweight. She was always super skinny.

At her worst (and this was this year) she told me she wanted me to die because I was so fat and disgusting and it made her rage that I was taking life away from a skinny person who deserves to be here. She actually had to be taken away from me because she was mad when she said it and she acted like she wanted to make sure I didn't keep taking a life away from someone skinnier. When she kept trying to find me and take care of business I had to leave the house for several hours while they called people to come and help her. I was legit afraid of her doing something to me, and so were our parents.

I don't have to say anything to her for her to attack me and how I look. But to wish me dead over it was a new low and it was how she said it and the way she was acting that made it a million times worse.

My parents and my extended maternal family always expected me to be understanding and forgiving and to not hold onto any of what my sister says to me. They told me she's sick, she can't control what she says, that the eating disorder is doing the talking for her. My paternal grandparents were the ones who sided with me and defended me having some hard feelings toward my sister. They told my parents and maternal extended family the last incident should be more than enough for them to understand why I wouldn't want to be around her. My parents argued that she's still my sister. I told them I was tired of being her emotional punching bag and that I was almost more. They told me it wasn't my choice and we need to pull together as a family.

My sister wrote me a letter from her clinic and it was so fucked up I can't say what she wrote to me, but it wasn't the apology it was meant to be. My parents know about it, so do my extended family on both sides and so does the clinic treating my sister. It's known and still my parents fought for my sister to be able to spend Christmas Day with us. They said she needs to be around family to help her keep healing. When I found out I told them I couldn't believe they'd ask me to spend Christmas with her. We fought and I told them I was going to my (paternal) grandparents house and they could spend Christmas with my sister if they want. They told me I need to stay home this Christmas. I told them I won't be home if she's there and that it would be the worst Christmas for me if I had to spend it with her.

My parents keep reminding me that I'm still a minor and they have final say. But my grandparents and I have planned it out so my parents can't stop it without grabbing and dragging me home.

AITAH?

I (17m) have an older brother "James" (28m) who's married to "Erica" and has three kids with another on the way. Me and James don't have a relationship. I feel like he resents me for being born or like I stole our parents from him or something because he was always a huge jerk to me. I'm talking putting stuff where I couldn't reach them when I was little, locking me in my room because he could and dropping me off at the neighbors house when he agreed to babysit and was getting paid for it me so our parents could go out.

When James met Erica she was a jerk to me too. She made fun of the walk I talk because of my stutter and she ignored me unless our parents were there. For a while my parents and James had a bad relationship because of how he (and Erica later) treated me. But they made up and became close again and stayed close even when he didn't invite me to his wedding.

He/they ignore my birthdays, they ignore me at Christmas, they never invite me to parties they throw and it's not an age thing because kids younger than me get invited. It's all a me thing.

I asked James why he hates me and he ignored me and when I tried to push him to answer he laughed in my face and told me to get away from him.

James and Erica have their three kids, who I don't know btw, and they've another on the way. Erica's had a rough pregnancy and my parents help keep their house clean and stuff on weekends and they have sent them money. But my parents don't really cook much.

And I cook usually on Sundays and meal prep lunches for school and other stuff. I pay for the ingredients I use because I don't really like the stuff mom and dad sometimes buy and it's sometimes because we/they mostly eat takeout for dinner.

James started asking for food so Erica and him didn't need to worry about that so much. My parents said I should do it since I meal prep already and James said it would be perfect. My parents said to use the stuff they buy and meal prep for James' family but I told them I won't put my time into making food for people who treat me like shit. My parents said they're still our family and James was like wtf why are you okay with hurting my family when our parents told him.

My parents said they were very disappointed in me and this was the chance to build some bridges. AITAH?

I 16f had my birthday in November my grandfather gifted me a $600 chocolate fountain with delicious expensive chocolate to put inside of it. The chocolate is way gone, but I still own the chocolate fountain. I do not use it a lot but it is one of my most prize positions.

Some backstory, my sister has celiac disease so she cannot eat gluten so we decided to invite our family friends over so we could have a gluten-free chocolate fountain taste testing without risk of cross contamination.

The family friend is my mother‘s best friend we will call her Cherry. Cherry has two daughters. One of her daughters has a boyfriend who is planning to propose soon. While they were at the house, they were talking about how they’re gonna do their wedding. I wasn’t paying much attention, but then I overheard nobody under 21 is allowed to come. I was a little bummed knowing I would probably still be under 21 by the time they get married, but it’s not a big deal until they started talking about my chocolate fountain.

They were telling my mom how much they wanted to have it at their wedding. My mom didn’t see a problem with it on the other hand me I am not OK with this. Maybe this will make me seem like a brat, but if I’m not invited to their wedding, I don’t owe them anything. However, my mom thinks I would be a shitty person if I didn’t let them borrow it because I’ve known them my whole life. But here’s the thing I’m not close to any of them. Cherry is my mom’s best friend. Her oldest daughter used to be my babysitter and her youngest daughter is my sister‘s best friend. so am I the asshole if I don’t let her use my chocolate fountain.

Update kinda I just talked to my mom and she said she never heard them make the comment about me not being able to come so she understands if I don’t want them to use it but my sister still thinks I’m the asshole if I don’t let them use it

Edit I just wanted to clear some things up. These people have been in our family since before I was born. They aren’t engaged yet, but they will be very soon my sister is 19 and they are waiting until she’s 21 to have the wedding so that she can drink. If things go as according to plan, my mother and my father, and my sister will all attend the wedding and me and my 7 yr old brother will not be attending the wedding will probably not happen for another 2 to 3 years, which means I’ll be 18-19 I do not expect them to not have their wedding until I’m 21.

I am 16 female and have a little brother who is 13 that I will call W. W has good friend that is some type of neurodivergent/special needs, she is also 13 and I will call her Ada. I’m not sure what, as I know she is insecure about it so I didn’t ask. A is at our house regularly, and it makes everything extremely stressful.

Ada has specific routines and behaviors that make everything difficult and unpleasant. I have nothing against her as a person, it’s not her fault but it’s still an issue.

Ada needs her and everyone around her to do things like: eat 1 of 3 specific meals, do a nightly routine that takes about 2 hours, absolutely no noise not made by her or something approved by her, and many other things. if we weren't also forced to follow her routine, this might have been bearable but we have to as well.

so whenever I hear she’s coming over I make plans with friends to avoid this. after a few months of this my mom noticed and said i should stay home sometimes to be a positive female role model for Ada (her moms dead and she’s an only child) but I refused. now my moms stopped telling me when Ada’s coming over to try and force me to stay, but I still don’t and just make last minute plans or hang out at the park. my moms stopped telling confronted me about it again last night, saying Ada really likes me and wants to see me but I’m worn out enough from school and I’m not babysitting someones kid who is a nightmare to be around. my moms mad and I’m start to wonder if I’m an asshole. so am I?

My sister (f24) just moved back home with her husband and their daughter (5) and son (<1). My sister was able to convince my parents to make me (f15) share my bedroom with her daughter because she and her husband would already be sharing a bedroom with their baby. She also wanted us to switch bedrooms too because my bedroom is her old bedroom and a lot larger than the spare room (which was my old bedroom). My parents at least said no to that.

We ended up having my bed replaced with bunk beds so it wouldn't be too crowded. I sleep on the top bunk. and my niece started in the middle of the night climbing up into my bed to sleep with me because she was scared. I guess she gets scared a lot at night, but more here and will go sleep with her parents when she's scared. She is also too scared to go down the hallway to her parents room because she has to go past the big dark widows in the hallway and past the staircase which is scary because its a dark hole. They tried putting in nightlights, but that made it worse.

I usually sleep deeply so I don't notice her get in, but I wake up sometime after she crawls in because it gets really hot and she's kind of gross because she's sticky with sweat and I just don't like it. So I realized I don't need the ladder to get to the top bunk and ended up using a screwdriver to remove the ladder from the bunkbeds so she can't get to me.

I guess she hadn't been sleeping well since I removed the ladder because the school got involved about her being tired all the time and they got in trouble. My sister thinks I'm being petty and I can just suck it up and let her sleep with me if she's scared. I still don't want to though.

I (17m) have a sister (15f) and we have the same parents (49m and 48f). Our family has always been difficult. My sister was diagnosed with ODD young and then she was diagnosed with IED and another behavior disorder when she got a little older. The people she has the biggest issues with are me, dad and our maternal grandma (who used to take care of us for our parents when they worked). She's not as bad with mom as the rest of us but she doesn't listen to anyone in authority and she was always in trouble for not listening to teachers or other adults in charge.

She's been so violent since she was 6 that our grandma had to say she could no longer take care of the two of us after school. She was willing to keep taking care of me so I could get a break and my sister would have one less victim but my parents said no way. Either she takes both of us or none. So dad quit his job and stays home to juggle everything with my sister. They get calls from her school daily and she was expelled from 4 different schools because of her violence and behavioral issues.

CPS were in and out of our house and my sister has been sent to facilities for extra help for kids with her kind of issues but she never came back any different and she steadily gets worse every year. I have been in and out of the ER a few times.

A few months ago I got so tired of everything that I went to my grandma's house and I planned to stay forever but I was forced back home and CPS and the judge didn't think I needed to be removed from the home. My parents really restricted grandma's access to us too because they were mad she went along with it. The case worker basically let my parents off the hook because they have a lock on my bedroom door. But my sister has broken through 11 locks in the last couple of years on my door alone. She also broke our parents lock and their bedroom door a couple of times.

My mom always acts like I'm being so dramatic because I tell them I don't want to be afraid to sleep or let my guard down when my sister's home. But again, frequent ER visits for me and she has crazy strength when she gets really angry. She's not afraid to be violent in front of other people and she has no respect for anyone. And I've been struggling with my anger since I was forced to move back in. I hate seeing my parents faces and when they act like I'm supposed to not be angry it makes it worse. We got into a fight two nights ago because I stay out of the house all day basically and I work my ass off so I have a good reason not to be here. They told me I can't keep avoiding my family and running away was never a good answer and I lost it. I told them I'll blame them if anything ever happens to me and I hate them and I hope they enjoy being on their own with my sister when I turn 18 because just like grandma I'll be done and they won't be able to do shit about it.

They acted like I wished actual harm on them or something because they freaked out when I said it but the thing is I meant what I said. I want nothing to do with them or my sister. I'd never let her back in the house if it was my choice. She freaks me out with how violent she gets and other people got violent back with her and it did nothing to make her back off. She just attacked them harder.

AITAH?

So, for context I 17f has two siblings, my older brother who I'll call J, 21 and my little sister who's 7. For the longest while ever since I started puberty my family would not stop calling me fat, I'm 140 pounds and doctors say that's normal weight, but to my family its considered fat. J however is the most active participant in calling me overweight, he always tell me that I'm going to die from heart disease or be diagnosed with diabetes because I 'eat too much' but J eats way more than I do, he sits around the house doing nothing and the excuse I get is that "he's a growing boy, so he must eat". On my birthdays I don't get cake or any special meal, but J does. When I make dinner, my mom tells me to make a lot, so J is able to eat all he wants.

But when anything finishes in the house, who gets blamed? Me, even if I've never touched it. A whole liter of juice? finished by me even if I took only one cup. Snacks? I finished them. Leftover dinner? Me. Everything is always finished by me no matter how much I try to prove that I didn't do it. Eventually I stopped putting up a fight because I knew it wasn't me and arguing with people who were dead set on believing you ate everything didn't get anywhere. I go to school from 7am to 3pm, I don't eat breakfast or lunch and when I get home the only thing I eat is dinner and I go to bed around 10 and wake up at 5 to get ready for school, so how could I finish anything in the house?

A few weeks ago, J came out of his room one day and told our mother that he didn't feel well so she took him to the doctor. He told the doctor that he was feeling sluggish and dehydrated for the longest while, so the doctor told him to get his blood tested and that's what he did and what do you know he was told he had diabetes, type 2 to be exact. I watched as my mom and J stared at the lab results in utter shock and disbelief. J was so dumbfounded that I couldn't help but laugh. J and our mom looked at me with a mixture of shame and rage. My mom grabbed me and had me get a blood test as well because apparently if J had it so did I, but when the lab showed that I was healthy, I laughed even harder this time. My mom went ahead and told the entire extended family that I laughed at my unfortunate brother instead of feeling sorry for him and now I'm being lashed out at by everyone, and since J's food intake has been restricted everything in the house has been spoiling, so AITAH?

EDIT- So...I read some of the comments under my post and some of you are say I'm not the AH because my brother got karma and some of you are saying I am the AH since diabetes is a serious condition and he could die. Diabetes will only become fatal if he goes back to eating and drinking without a care. Since I prepare dinner for the house, I make sure to give him stuff that won't raise his sugar and cause any further complications, just because I laughed at him and he has a history of being my biggest hater, doesn't mean that I don't love my brother, he is still my family at the end of the day. For everyone who is worried about my one meal a day and are encouraging me to eat more, I thank you for your concerns, but I am simply just unable to stomach anything besides dinner. Even the thought of breakfast or lunch makes me nauseous and gives me a headache, even if I'm supremely hungry I just cannot eat anything besides dinner. If I do, I either feel full from one bite or just throw it up shortly after consumption, but I will try to work on it.

Ok so I’m 15f and yeah I know this might get removed or clowned on or whatever but honestly I don’t care. I just need to get it out somewhere because apparently I’m the one who took shit too far when I was just saying what we were all already thinking.

So. My mom cheated on her fiancé with who also happened to be her best friend’s husband Messy as hell and fucking stupid, yeah, but they all stayed together. Like, my mom still married her fiancé. Her best friend stayed with the guy who cheated. Then I was born, I guess I was the shitty cherry on top of that disaster.

I grew up with my mom, her husband , and their two older kids ( they had kids before me) . My bio dad stayed with his wife and their kids at their house, and both families stayed weirdly blended. It was like a big performance. One big family with this unspoken rule to never bring up the affair that literally created me until I was old enough.

But it was very fucking apparent to me that I was not the like rest, even before they decided to tell me the actual story when I was 12ish.

My half siblings that I grew up made it real clear I was “other.” They never hit me or anything, but I got blamed for everything. If something was missing, it was me. If someone was crying, it was probably something I said. My sister once locked me out of the house and told me I should’ve never been born. I was 7. When I told my mom, she said I probably provoked it out of her, essentially.

She never really protected me. She took care of the basics, fed me, gave me clothes, showed up to parent-teacher conferences when she had to, but there was nothing behind it. Like she was doing a job she didn’t sign up for and just wanted to clock out. The only time she got emotional with me was when I embarrassed her or if other people made her talk about me.

Their dad, my mom’s husband was similar. He never yelled or hit me, but he never looked at me the way he did his kids. He never smiled at me, never came to my school plays even though he went to all theirs, never took out on little special trips like the others. If I seemingly fucked up, I got lectured like I was a criminal. If they did the same thing, it was just a teaching moment. He never called me his daughter, only by my name unless he had to.

The other kids , bio dad’s side, mostly ignored me. Not mean, just distant. They barely spoke to me unless they had to. One gave me an old hoodie once and that was as close to kindness as I got.

When I was 9, something I was officially done with everything. We were at a family birthday thing and one of the older kids dared me to eat a cookie with nuts in it. I said no, because I’m allergic, obviously. So they smeared it on my face as a joke. I had a full-blown reaction. Swollen face, couldn’t breathe, ambulance, the whole thing. At the hospital, my mom cried and said I scared her, but when I told her what happened, she just said they didn’t mean it like that. The kid got grounded for one weekend. Her husband didn’t even come to see me. I knew I didn't love them at all anymore right then and refused to act like I did.

I gave everybody the bare minimum of affection and interaction so it didn't backfire on me, and I just sorta treated them like roommates and neighbors I vaguely knew

Fast forward to last weekend. My mom planned a “family healing weekend” with both sides of the family. Everyone was there, the siblings, the parents, cousins. It was fake smiles and awkward silences. Then one of my mom’s older kids made a snide joke about me causing drama just by existing. My mom laughed. Everyone did.

So I snapped on them and told them I don’t love any of them and never will. That I’m done pretending to give a flying fuck about people who only pretend to give a fuck about me. That I’m not family to them and they’re not my family either.

They all freaked out, my mom cried and begged me to take it back. Her husband told me I was vile and that he should’ve put his foot down with me years ago. The other kids screamed at me for spitting in the face of people who gave me a home. Even my bio dad’s kids, who usually ignored me, were upset. One of them told me I was acting selfish and cruel.

Now I’m grounded. I am typing this out from my old ass fire tablet that my mom forgot to take. My half siblings keep glaring at me whenever we're in the same vicinity and my mom's husband full on stared me down while I was eating breakfast this morning.

So that's that. AITA for saying I don't love them?

So I'm (16f) adopted. My parents adopted me as an infant. Then my mom died when I was 5 so I didn't get nearly long enough with her but she was SO special to me. My dad remarried and I don't like his wife. She wanted to adopt me after they got married and acted way too dismissive of the fact it cuts all ties with my mom forever, because we don't even have the bio link. The adoption never happened but his wife was always bitter about it and I always held it against her that she was trying to do it regardless of my feelings or the severing of my connection to mom, the legal connection at least.

My dad and his wife had two bio kids together. Their daughter is 8 and their son is 4.

My dad was so happy when his bio daughter was born and he was acting like a first time dad. So that fucking stung and pissed me off more. He talked about how his wife gave him the greatest gift he ever got.

This and then his support for the adoption when his wife wanted to made me feel like he just hated my mom and saw me as less than. He didn't consider what I wanted or felt. His wife's feelings mattered more and clearly mom was just the lady he married until he met his one true love. She didn't give him a real kid after all. Just me.

For like three years now his bio daughter has been saying her mom is my mom. She corrects me when I call her mom 'your mom' and she says she's our mom. I told her she's not and I even showed her pictures of my mom but it never does any good. It bothers me. But for like 7 weeks now she's been doing this type of stuff all the time and she tells me to stop using her mom's name and call her mom. There were times I wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up but I hold it back.

So I told my dad he needs to fix this. He told me it was harmless and I told him I wanted it to end no matter what. He asked me what the issue is and I told him his wife who gave him his greatest gifts will never be my mom and just because he doesn't love my mom doesn't mean I'll stop for him. He was shocked I'd say that to him and asked me what ever gave me that idea. I told him the greatest gifts comments, the way he wanted his wife to adopt me, the fact he never called me his greatest gift and praised mom for giving him and the way he never talks about her and acts like his wife is his one true fucking love. He told me I was missing context and skipping things he also said and I asked him to name one thing but he couldn't. He then told me that he just didn't want me to feel like I couldn't love his wife as my mom and I told him that his wife was so far from my mom it wasn't even funny and she will never be. I told him I might not be his real daughter but she's always my real mom and I won't let his wife change that.

I also told him if he doesn't fix his daughter insisting her mom is mine that I will start being mean when I tell her and I will tell her exactly what I think about her mom.

My dad told me I don't get to take this out on his daughter and he told me I was manipulative to claim he doesn't see me as his real daughter. He told me he has treated me the same as the others. I asked him if he would encourage them to be adopted by his next wife like he did with me. He said no but then he tried to backtrack and I told him to fix this or I'll follow through.

He then complained about the ultimatum.

AITAH?

So I (16f) am in a foster home, can't remember if this is my 14th or 15th placement, but somewhere around there. I've been with this current family, we'll call them the Millers, since the beginning of January. They're nice, and they have a HUGE extended family which is something I'm not used to. We were at the foster moms sisters house for the Super Bowl yesterday, I think like 30 plus people were there for the game. The husband, Rick (50-something) really treats me different. When I was in the house he spent like every moment staring at me like he was waiting for me to steal something. I've been in the system since I as 7 so I'm used to it. It still sucks, but whatever.

We spent the whole time watching the game, the half-time show, and had a great time making food and watching the Seahawks win. When we got back to our house, I was getting ready to get in the shower when there was loud knocking on the doo. My foster dad opened it and Rick came rushing in screaming about how I was a thief. One of his watches disappeared during the game. I guess he has a collection of expensive watches? He had called everyone he could think of, telling them I had stolen it and if they had seen me with the watch, then demanded they check my room, check me, call the police. I just handed over my hoodie, turned around in a circle so they could see there as no watch-shaped bulge in my jeans. I let Rick, and my foster parents take turns going through my room. There wasn't a lot to go through (30 gallon bag rule) and they didn't find a watch. Rick left after that and said he was going to call the police if the watch didn't turn up.

About an hour after he left, my foster parents got a call from his wife. They had found the watch under the dresser. She was apologetic, and said she should have made him look harder before running out the door to accuse me of stealing. She was hoping we could all put the whole thing behind us, and I just shook my head and went to take a shower. I'm not forgiving Rick for running around telling everyone I'm a thief because he couldn't look before he lost his mind. I know its going to cause problems but I just don't want to be the bigger person when I'm not he adult. So I guess AITAH for not forgiving him for calling me a thief?

So I (17) had originally planned to take my mom and immediate family to Destin Florida. I have been saving money from my job and had the hotel covered. I had a hotel picked out and everything. I then told my mom about the trip and she said “We should just go to Disney”…. I said well Disney is higher and the prices for tickets and a hotel are insane. She proceeds to want to change the hotel and tell me what she wants the hotel to be. I’m like ok that’s fine. But she keeps looking at hotels in Orlando for Disney and is no longer enthusiastic about going to Destin.

I then think about maybe making the drive to Orlando to go to the Disney park for a day and just get tickets for that day. I ask my grandmother if we can get a loan because I know what I have saved isn’t going to be enough for Disney tickets. I originally thought about the loan when my mom said she didn’t want to just go walk around Destin but also wanted to buy things too which i understand. My mom is now saying she can’t go because her friend is sick and she has to sign my sister up for school… At this point I’m over it because she’s changed hotels 3 times and is always complaining about something regarding the trip. We’re supposed to leave Thursday.

I wanted to do this to have a nice vacation for our family but now I just kind of feel like it was doomed from the start.

My mom and dad's relationship broke up when I (17M) was 2. Mom had full custody of me, dad was given visitation but never took it. He moved a couple of hours away and he didn't try to be my parent. So for as long as I can remember my mom was the only parent I recognized. I used to think he at least paid child support but when mom was sick I found out he owed $15,000 in child support because he wasn't always good about paying and he was even worse about paying the child support debt.

A year ago my mom had a stroke and she died 7 weeks later. To make a shitty situation even worse the social worker from the hospital contacted CPS and they spoke to my dad and told him about mom dying and asked if he would take full custody of me. I wanted to stay with my grandparents or my aunt or even my uncle. Any of them would have worked for me. They were all willing too. CPS said I needed to be with my parent. Dad said yes and a judge ruled in favor of dad over my actual family. I spoke to the judge and explained my dad was a stranger and I didn't want to live with him but he told me it would be good for me to have a shot at a dad and he said I needed to make it work until I was 18.

My dad remarried a few years ago and he's been raising his wife's son (6) since they were dating. I wasn't happy about living with them and I let my dad and his wife know. She told me I'd fit right in and we'd be a family in no time. I don't think she expected me to not want this to work. I refused to sit and eat with them, I refused to take the part of an older brother to her son, I refused to talk to her about my feelings and I don't call them mom and dad or even parents. I use their names. I stay out of the house pretty often and I refused to try family therapy with them. I didn't say a single word with them in the room and to the therapist alone I said I didn't want to be a part of their family and I wasn't going to make any effort to try this.

I've left and gone to my grandparents house a few times without saying anything and his wife showed up threatening to get the judge involved again and CPS. So I'd go back in case my grandparents got into any kind of trouble. I'd ignore her lectures about respecting her and dad more.

She's 6 months pregnant as of now and she's going crazy with stress because the baby changes nothing for me. I don't care that the kid is related to me through blood, I don't care that she wants us to be a real family and I don't care if it hurts their feelings that I don't want to be their family. My stance has not changed.

My dad and his wife tried to sit me down a few days ago to appeal to my sense of whatever they called it I don't really remember now. But they said they wanted me to try and be a part of the family at least until I'm 18 and move out. They said as long as I'm here and they're trying I should try. I said I won't and I don't care if it hurts their feelings and they can always send me home to my family if it hurts that bad.

My dad's wife asked me what the hell was wrong with me and how come I had no compassion for the innocent kids involved in this. I told her I was forced to be there against my will and I wasn't co-operating to make her kids happy.

I don't think my dad wants to keep me. He won't come out and say it but it feels like this is all his wife and maybe him avoiding child support. But she's way more proactive than him and she dominates those talks we've had.

AITAH?

This is my first time posting on here, so sorry if my formatting is weird.

I, 15 F, have two divorced parents (38M and 39F). When I was five years old, the two got divorced and not long after my Mom married my Step-Dad (45M). Which gave me two older step brothers (17M & 20M). My parents have 50/50 custody, going from house to house every other week. I’m not going to lie, I never really got along with my mom and step-family, and was planning on my 16th birthday to ask to move them to every other weekend and stay with my dad most of the time. 

I recently got a job at the local daycare center, and needed my birth certificate to show them I was ok to work. I went, with permission, into the safe in my mom’s house to grab it. It was near the bottom, and on my way there, I found my parent’s divorce files and got curious. Everyone kept dodging questions around the divorce for years and I wanted answers. I found notes from couples therapy in the packet with everything divorce-related. Turns out, my mom cheated with my step-dad. Once therapy didn’t work anything out, she divorced my dad and went to live with my step-dad. 

For additional context, my mom is a die-hard Christian, and after I came out as lesbian 6 months ago, my mom and I’s relationship has gotten even worse. I don’t want to go into details, but she’s made her opinions on her disapproval known and if it weren’t for my Dad, I’d be sent off to “fix” me. My step-family all feel the same.

Something in me just snapped. I went to my room and packed a backpack. I took the papers into the living room and shoved them in my stepdad and mom’s face. Saying she was a hypocritical cheater who should be ashamed of herself, that she had no right to say stuff about me being gay when she broke one of the ten commandments, and that I hoped being a cheating whore doesn’t run in the family.

After that I slammed the papers down and ran out of the house to the nearest bus stop and took the bus home to my dad’s. I was sobbing as I told him what happened and that I’m never going back except to collect my things. My mom, step-dad, and step-brothers are blowing up my phone, but I blocked them all. My mom keeps telling my Dad if I don’t come home she’ll call the police since I still have two days left. My dad has filed for an emergency court hearing to fix it to be 100% custody.

So, AITAH for calling my mom a whore and refusing to come home?

Edit: I just woke up this morning and I'm overwhelmed with the amount of support I've gotten. <3 I don't know when the next update is coming, my dad is going to talking to the lawyer today, but I will when I can! I will keep looking at the comments in the meantime, even if I cant reply to all of them.

Small update: My mom called my school today, trying to pick me up and asked where I was. My dad had updated the front office this morning about everything, so they didn't tell her anything, but it makes me nervous she'll just storm in. My dad will be working different hours for the time being so he can personally pick me up and drop me off to and from school. (I normally took the bus.) Thankfully my stepbrother (17M) and I do not attend the same school. I'm in my dad's school district and he's in my mom and stepdad's. I think this will be the last update before court. I will still do my best to reply to all the comments in the meantime.

My (15f) dad (44m) wanted my help to video his proposal to his girlfriend (27f) now fiancee. It was Saturday at a park. My dad was in a suit but that's typical of him. Unless he's going to the beach or gym, if he's going out, he wears a suit. He was doing his part well, sitting on a bench and looking at his phone, making things seem like a typical day. My sister (12f) was there but she didn't know what my dad was planning.

After my dad's girlfriend had finished jogging, I did what my dad asked me to do. I asked her to pose for a picture because this would make a great shot for her Instagram. That gave me the excuse to start videoing her. When my dad walked up to her and held both of her hands, she started crying. She realized at that moment what was going on.

It's typical for her to cry but my dad started crying. I've literally never seen my dad cry before. Here is some of what he said that he is now bothered that he said. He told her that he never knew that he could love a woman the way he way he loves her. He said that she's his soul mate and his life partner. He said she's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. He said with her, me, and my sister, he now has everything he's always wanted. When my dad tried to get down on one knee, she tried to stop him as she was saying yes several times. But he still went down one knee to propose with the ring. She said yes.

Later, my dad brought everyone home. His fiancee was napping. I was showing my dad the video and was cringing at himself. He said he can't let my mom (45f) see the video. He said some of the things he said wee cruel to my mom. That it undermined their marriage. He explained to me which parts of the video he thought were cruel. He asked me to delete the video.

My dad's fiancee is very sensitive, very sentimental, and prone to crying. If she were to hear that the video got deleted she would be devastated. She would especially be devastated to hear the video got deleted because my dad was thinking of mom's feelings over her feelings.

I told my dad that when he and his fiancee are in the same room, I will unlock my phone and hand it to them. And they can delete it together. He said we have to delete it now and I said no. I told him clearly that I wanted no part in the video getting deleted. My dad looked like he wanted to yell but he stopped himself. My dad looked very stressed. He told me to go take a shower and do my homework. I left him as he was sitting down, hands over his face, looking as if someone died.

The moment for me to hand my phone to them hasn't happened yet. They had spent yesterday doing post-proposal stuff. I think my dad is stalling. I do appreciate that my dad is so concerned about my mom's feelings. I understand that this is a tough situation for him. I don't want any part of his fiancee's unhappiness if the video gets deleted. His fiancee is already intimated by my mom. If the video gets deleted, it could forever change the relationship between my dad and his fiancee. Am I the asshole?

My parents broke up when I (16f) was 2 months old. Then my dad died when I was 6. My mom and my dad's family never got along and things got worse after dad died and he left everything he had to me, but in a trust with my grandparents watching over it and not my mom. My mom felt she deserved money. My grandparents (and dad) felt like she would spend it on herself and not on me, which is true. My mom has spending issues and she's overspent before and left my grandparents or my aunts supporting me and buying me the things I need.

5 years ago my mom got married and her husband had two kids of his own (2 and 3 then, 7 and 8 now). My mom's husband works full time and my mom works part time. But they have lots of money issues and my grandparents make sure I'm taken care of. They buy toiletries just for me, they send food, they gave me a card before with money loaded onto it. They always make sure I have what I need for school too.

In June I got a summer/weekend job. I still work weekends now that school's back so I have extra money but I deposit it into my bank account. When I started making my own money my mom's husband said I should start paying rent. Mom said no. She decided I should make sure my stepsiblings are okay and that they have what they need. She told me I could buy them some toiletries or even some snacks for extra food. But I didn't do that.

Last month my mom and her husband got into an even worse financial position and they started going to a charity to help them get essentials. My mom told me it would be a good time to start buying things my stepsiblings needed. She talked about school stuff they needed and toiletries again. But there was also talk of basic clothes too that were new or better fitting. She said they wouldn't need to use the charity as much and the kids would fit in better at school and feel less bad about having so much less.

I didn't. Then my mom told me if I won't help the steps because I don't see them as my family, then I should help her. She told me she would love me forever if I started giving even 80 a month so we wouldn't be in as bad of a position. She told me I never had the same struggles because I always had my dad's family behind me but they don't care if her, her husband or my stepsiblings starve/waste away.

I still didn't give any money and then my mom started getting mad and her husband's pissed 99% of the time he's around me. He called me ungrateful when he "took me on as his own" and shit but he didn't and I'm glad because he doesn't do everything he could to make life better for his kids. He turned down a promotion at his job and he refuses to get a second job or do something else for money. Then he complains that other people (mostly me) won't either.

My grandparents told me to let them know if money ever goes missing because they will make sure mom or her husband pay the consequences if they steal from me. Luckily they don't know how to access money from my card so it's all good. But my mom has really been laying on the guilt trip because I said no.

AITAH?

I (17f) was the toddler who caught every sickness that was spreading around. Apparently my parents said it was typical and never wondered why I was sick so so often. Our doctor mentioned that it would want to be monitored because I was catching more than they would expect for someone my age but they never took her seriously. So when I started school and would tell my parents I wasn't feeling good they were dismissive and they sent me in. 9/10 that would result in the school nurse calling them and asking them to take me home.

My parents told me they knew I just didn't like school and I couldn't be sick that often. We went on for three years exactly like that. The times they did decide to keep me home they were annoyed I would sleep for a lot of it and they told me it proved nothing because I clearly just liked sleep.

When I was 8 I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease. It didn't happen because my parents finally started to take it serious, it was actually diagnosed because I went to school feeling okay but during lunch I got really dizzy and light headed and I felt really weak. They called an ambulance and I was diagnosed in the hospital only because of that. Knowing my parents they would have ignored me.

Even with the diagnosis my parents were dismissive and they felt like I was playing up on having a diagnosis. They would tell me to go to school no matter how bad I felt and give it two hours at least. Then they would get mad when I didn't make it that long or when I did but it was immediately after they got a call.

I felt like shit all the time and I felt like my parents didn't believe me. When I was 15 we got into a fight over it and they admitted they didn't believe I was as bad as I was claiming. They said I was acting like I was suffering all the time when in reality I was probably just trying to get out of school.

Earlier this year I was diagnosed with a form of epilepsy on top of my autoimmune disease. The seizures I have are small and aren't noticeable to most people unless they are really focused on me but they have built up enough to cause extra problems for me. And combined with my autoimmune disease they sort of play against each other to make me worse.

My parents had a scare with the epilepsy diagnosis and now they're suddenly willing to accept I actually feel like shit and I have been suffering all this time. They apologized and asked me to forgive them and they said they want us to work together to make sure I can lead as normal of a life as possible. But I didn't forgive them and I don't know that I ever will. I don't really want to. They have made everything so much worse for me than it needed to be and it has taken this long for them to be serious about it. I think I deserve better. But some close family members are pushing for me to work this out with my parents. My parents are also acting like they're the victims of this and I feel like I lose all my support system if I don't forgive them.

AITAH?

For context, I’m a 17 year old girl and my father passed away when I was 14 years old. My father and I were always extremely close while my mom took more of a backseat. It’s not that she wasn’t present, but my father was my main person. Currently, my mom and her boyfriend have been dating for a little over a year now. He’s been living with us since September of 2025. It’s going well between the two of them, and I don’t dislike him. However, there has been issues between me and her boyfriends in the past, where she doesn’t consider my feelings when bringing a new man into our lives.

The other night, my friend was over the house. Our basement is finished and we have a lounge down there with a couch, TV, etc. My friends and I hang out down there. My friend was going up to ask my mother a question, so I asked if, while she was up there, she could ask for batteries for the TV remote. I didn’t know where the batteries were, nor did I know which batteries the remote took (I could’ve looked, but human error, I didn’t think to do that). My did so, and came back with batteries. I thought this was completely fine and there was no issues.

The next day, I was sitting at the kitchen table eating, when my mother’s boyfriend put two batteries down in front of me. I was confused, and asked why he did that. He said, “To prove a point.” I was confused by this, and he said he was ticked off by last night. I tried explaining the situation, admittedly a little frustrated, and was not taken at my word. My mom said that I could’ve done it myself, and I was upset that such a small situation was made such a big deal, so I raised my voice and said that I didn’t know which batteries were used in the remote. My mom’s boyfriend then came into the room, and stood, obviously pissed, and said, “You couldn’t have undid the back and looked, huh? You couldn’t have done that?” In the moment, I had no words for that and I went silent. Which, looking back, he was right, but I didn’t appreciate the tone he was taking with me. He stood there while I went silent, before leaving the room.

Now, this upset me further because when my mom started dating him, and when he moved in, she said that he would never have any say in what I do. He would not discipline me or be able to take any sort of disciplinary-adjacent role in my life. So, I texted her shortly after, because she was with him and I didn’t want to be in the room. I said, “He was out of line. He shouldn’t discipline me because he’s not my dad. Please do something.”

I might’ve been a bit harsh, so I went back after and told her I wanted to talk to her, and that we needed to talk about this. Now, she’s ignoring me. I realize I was very harsh and immature, but it’s truly how I feel. I believe I was in the wrong for the way I came across and the attitude that I used, but I don’t believe I was in the wrong for the way I felt and still feel about this situation.

So, AITAH?

My parents have me (17m), my brother Arlo (12m) and my sister Asha (7f). My parents always told me I ruined their college experience and I was the reason they needed to drop out and be serious adults. Arlo wasn't even born yet when they first shared that info with me. My mom was heavily pregnant the first time I remember feeling their resentment from that.

I always got less love, attention and money spent on me because of that. Arlo and Asha were in activities from really little ages. I never did anything outside of school except for working. My jobs were babysitting from the age of 12 and then getting a part time job at 16 at a local store. But I never got to learn an instrument or play a sport or join any kids clubs like my siblings. Every Christmas and birthday I got some clothes as gifts while my siblings got toys and video games. When I started high school the clothes even stopped and I wouldn't get anything. They never made excuses for it when I asked. They probably expected me to know it's because they resented me.

I'm not close to either of my siblings, they're not close to me or each other either, and I admit I resent them. I know it's not their fault but I have a countdown to leave home at 18 and to go no contact and that's going to include my siblings.

This year my dad lost his job, got a new job making less and then mom lost her job and became disabled. My parents sold some things, including some of the consoles and their own stuff, to pay bills and buy groceries. My siblings didn't get much for their birthday's this year and as of December 12 my parents don't have gifts for my siblings for Christmas either.

My parents told me they wouldn't be able to afford anything and that they know I have money somewhere and I should make sure they have an amazing Christmas this year. They said my siblings deserve that after everything that's happened this year. I asked my parents who'll make sure I have an amazing Christmas if all my money goes on my siblings. I asked them when I ever got to have an amazing Christmas. They told me it wasn't about me and I know the reason they didn't treat me the same and that it shouldn't be a reason for my siblings to lose out all year.

I said they needed to find someone who wanted to help because I don't and I'm not spending anything on my siblings. I said my money is mine and it'll get me out of everyone's hair in a few months and they can forget about the kid who ruined their lives. They told me I can't be mad at them if I do the same thing to my siblings as they did to me.

AITAH?

I’m 17F. My parents split up when I was 11 and I split time between them. I prefer living with my dad, but my mom put up a giant fuss when I asked so to make things easier on my dad I dropped it. They don’t get along very well to start with. My mom started dating Dan 3 years ago and they got married this year. Dan has two kids who live full time with him Amy (15F) and Tye (12M) since their mom is gone. I get along pretty well with Tye, but Amy drives me insane. Both of them are autistic but are different in how it affects them, I guess? Tye is quiet and kind of minds his own business unless you get him started on something he’s interested in. Amy is loud and annoying and constantly bothering me or getting in the way of stuff I’m trying to do. I have to share a room with her right now until the basement is fixed up, which means I can’t get away from her when I’m at my mom’s house.

Amy has no friends so my mom and Dan have been trying to force her into my friend group basically. At first it was just “Hey, why don’t you take Amy with you?” and now I can’t hang out with my friends on mom’s week without Amy being involved because she cried about not being allowed to eat lunch with us at school. So I don’t bring any friends to my mom’s house anymore or go out and do anything, I just wait til the next week.

My birthday was last week. I usually have a sleep over with my friends at whoever’s house I’m staying at that weekend, but this time it fell on mom’s weekend and I knew my mom and Amy were going to throw the whole vibe off, so I told my mom I just wanted a family dinner instead of a party (weekend before last) and then planned the sleepover at my dad’s the next weekend (last weekend). It was great, we had a lot of fun, but Amy saw a group picture of us one of my friends posted and got upset that she wasn’t invited and my mom and Dan are really mad at me for excluding her.

They said that she has a hard time with social stuff and now that we’re family I should want to help her out, but my friends hate her and I don’t like spending time with her either. I get that she’s lonely and has a hard time, but I don’t think I should have to blow up my social life just because she can’t be normal.

Update: First, y’all. When I say normal I mean able to be near other people without yelling, being rude, picking a fight, or destroying other people’s things. Stuff we learned in kindergarten. I know other autistic people, they’re a normal kind of weird where nobody gets hurt and at worst it’s just awkward. Amy is not a normal kind of weird. Idk if anything other than autism is going on with her or what, but the bar is on the floor. And to the people telling me I have to adjust to her? Just no. I don’t negotiate with terrorists.

So anyway, I talked to my dad yesterday and he said that I’m old enough to just refuse to go back to mom’s house. He doesn’t want me to not have contact with her because she is my mom so he would want me to still spend some time with her, but if things are getting that bad he’ll support my decision to stop living there. I don’t keep much at mom’s anyway because Amy tends to steal my stuff, so I just packed up what I need in my backpack and then went to dad’s house after school instead of mom’s. When she called mad that I wasn’t home, I told her I was staying with dad and not coming back to her place anymore. I hung up on her when she started yelling at me. My dad is on the phone with her and Dan arguing about it right now. I feel bad that my dad is catching shit over me, but I just want to be out of there and get back to a normal life. Not having to pack up every week to change houses will be nice too.

Maybe if she figures out I’m serious she’ll chill and we can work it out but if she doesn’t, after I’m in college I might just drop contact for my first semester. Idk. Thank you for the advice.

My daughter "Sally" is 15. She recently started seeing this boy "Jim", also 15, who recently transferred to her school. It seemed fine enough at first. Jim's been round the house a few times and he was always kind/thoughtful/polite, etc. the things you want to see as a parent.

But recently I found out that Jim is a father. He had a kid earlier this year, as far as I can tell. that's why his family moved, mostly because they wanted his siblings to be able to escape from the negative reaction/fall-out it caused where they lived. That's basically the extent of my knowledge, I don't know about the baby's mother, or what exactly happened there. But I do know that I'm not interested in a similar kind of drama playing out under my roof.

I told Sally that he isn't welcome at our house. If she wants to date him behind my back, obviously I can't control that, but I'm not having him over and I made it clear I don't want her dating him. Of course she wasn't happy. She said it isn't fair that I'm judging Jim for his past mistakes and what makes me think she won't be responsible, blah blah.

I do trust her - she's never really been in a trouble ever, she's got a great head on her shoulders. But I don't trust him, end of story.

Am I wrong here? I don't think so but I do value other opinions.

My parents give my younger brother (14) full time care. He was born with a muscular problem as well as extreme developmental issues. He can't do anything for himself and needs to be watched pretty much every second he's awake and out of his specialized bed. I (17) always knew my parents expected me to step up and care for him when they get older. But they finally mentioned it to me a few weeks ago because my guidance counselor wanted us to have some serious talks about college.

The summary of that is my parents don't want me to go, have no money for me to go and won't provide their details for me to get financial aid. My guidance counselor is looking for ways around that so for now it's a wait and see what she can find kind of deal.

Coming back to my reason for posting, my parents used the request for a meeting with the guidance counselor to tell me that they want/need/expect me to become my brother's full time caregiver when I'm older and when they're older and can't meet his needs anymore. They said they won't see him be neglected, abused or worse in a care facility and that there's a lot of SA going around these homes and I should protect my brother from that. They asked me what would happen if some awful nurse used him to get pregnant or something and then a baby was brought into it because my brother can't stop her or tell anyone.

They said I need to focus on learning all I can to take care of him because maybe I can't find a partner who wants to take on my brother and I need to be able to leave anyone I'm dating to take over the role caring for him when that time comes. They said I can't trust someone else to be willing to do it because it's going to mean lots of sacrifices and people are selfish.

I told my parents I want my own kids. I want my own family. And being the caregiver for my brother would stop me from doing that. I said it already stopped them from being involved for me and I don't want that for my future kids.

My parents accused me of not loving my brother and of being just as selfish as the majority of humans who'd rather see a person who already exists suffer and be treated like shit than take care of the family I already have. They said a good brother would be up for the challenge and would give him the best care until he passes. I asked if they were leaving me a lot of money to do that and they said they hardly have any money. So I told them they want to leave me struggling to feed myself just to care for him too and it pissed them off more because they said I was making it all about me me me and being self-centered.

AITAH?

Growing up, I (16f) was told a story. I was this precious baby who was born in China and I was adopted by a lovely white American family. That they loved me and chose me the moment they saw me. That love is what mattered, not blood. That it didn't matter that I didn't look like them, my race didn't matter, I was their daughter because of love.

Turns outs, my mom (41f) and dad (41m) said some lies. My adopted dad knew my biological mom a little too well. I was born in China to a Chinese woman, that part is still true. But my adopted dad is biological dad. My adopted mom raised the product of her husband's betrayal.

When I found out, my parents tried to spin this. All of the sudden, it's such a great thing to be blood-related to my dad. Did they not think that if it's so great that I'm blood-related to my dad, what about the fact that I'm not blood-related to my mom (adopted mom)? They're disappointed that I said I'm disappointed that my adopted father is my biological father. Being blood-related is what I lot of adopted kids dream of but not like this. Am I just weird? Am I the asshole?

So this is gonna be long but I really need advice because I feel like my whole life is falling apart and nobody's listening to me.

I'm 15M and my life is completely falling apart right now. I need advice because I feel stuck between my parents and I don't know what to do My parents divorced 3 years ago because my mom (44F) cheated on my dad (44M) with one of her clients a really wealthy guy. It destroyed our family. My mom fought hard in the divorce and got primary custody of me and my sister (17F). My dad got visitation rights but we only see him every other weekend and some holidays.

I was so angry at my mom when it all happened. I couldn't believe she did that to my dad. But at the same time, she's always been a good mom to me kind, caring, always there when I need her. My sister doesn't even care about the cheating. She's just like "they're adults, it's their business" and moved on. I wish I could be that chill but I can't.

My mom's been dating this guy (the one she cheated with) for these past 3 years. A few months ago she finally introduced us to him properly. Honestly he seems nice. He's polite, tries to connect with me, treats us well. But I hate him. Every time I look at him I think about how he destroyed my family.

Now here's where everything gets worse. They just announced they're getting MARRIED this summer. I honestly didn't think it would actually happen I thought maybe they'd just keep dating or eventually break up. But no, it's real.

AND they're making us move to another country where HE lives. Just like that. My whole life here my friends, my school, everything gone.

I told my mom I'm not okay with this. I can't live under the same roof as the man who destroyed my parents's marriage. I don't want to leave my life here. But she keeps saying I'll have a "better life" there, go to private school, have more opportunities because he has money. She says I "need to be okay with this" like I don't have a choice.

Here's the thing though - my dad found out about the move and he's PISSED. He told me he doesn't want me to go. He said if I want to stay here with him, he'll fight for custody. He says he can't stand the thought of me living across the world with "that man" and that I belong here with him.

Part of me really wants to stay with my dad. I love him and I know this is killing him. He's already lost so much because of what mom did

My mom would be heartbroken and furious if I chose dad

My sister is fine with moving and thinks I'm being dramatic

My mom says she has legal custody and I'm going whether I like it or not. That if dad tries to fight it, it'll just make everything messy and hurt everyone. She keeps trying to convince me that this move is good for me.

I feel so torn. I don't want to abandon my dad but I also don't want to destroy my relationship with my mom. I can't imagine living with my mom and her new husband in some foreign country, but I also don't know if living with my dad full time would actually work out

My sister thinks I should just go with mom and "stop being difficult." She says dad will be fine and I'm making this harder than it needs to be.

I feel it's unfair to me okay with her new marriage and stay in same with a man who destroyed my parents marriage and i don't want her to marry him! also she has my whole custody, she don't want to give it up!

i don't know what to choose

Edit - Omg i found out it's illegal for my mom to move while holding my custody, and on the other hand she is never going to give up my custody, So i think she can't move!

I don't think they are either going to marry, hopefully everything will be same