Reddit Stories - RELATIVE who CONSISTENTLY disliked me resided in our HOUSEHOLD starting from junior high,

Episode Date: July 30, 2025

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #familydrama #relationships #conflictresolution #householdissues #personalboundariesSummary: A relative who consistently disliked me resided in our household starting from junior high, leading to ongoing tension and challenges in maintaining a peaceful living environment.Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, familyissues, relationshipproblems, conflictresolution, householdconflict, personalboundaries, familydrama, livingwithrelatives, challengingrelationships, difficultfamilymembers, dealingwithconflict, familytension, householddynamics, familydisputes, familychallenges, familyconflictresolutionBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6237355/support.

I hope you enjoy this story. Relative who consistently disliked me resided in our household starting from junior high, then became pregnant following me but experienced a pregnancy loss. Presently, she is spreading rumors that I appropriated the name she had chosen for her baby, and tried to ruin my baby shower. So, I, 18F, have always had weird drama with my cousin Casey, 23F. For some reason she's always had this bizarre obsession with being in competition with me, while loving my older sister, 24F, like she's God's favorite.

No idea why, I gave up trying to figure it out years ago. For context, she lived with us from middle school up to now because of family issues, and even then she treated me like a punching bag. Called me a worthless posse, ugly, and tried to make me feel like nothing. And unfortunately, it worked for a while. I hid under baggy clothes, avoided people, and had zero confidence. Fast forward to junior high, I started finding myself. Made some friends, got a little style, learned makeup from my sister, and got into my 90s

baggy clothes but cute era. Casey hated every second of it. Claimed I was copying her, she wore baggy hoodies and sweats with crocs every day. It got worse when I got a boyfriend he was 16, I was 15, and she dead as tried to steal him by telling him her body was better than mine and he would love seeing her up under her clothes. My mom had to intervene multiple times while my dad kept telling me to let it go, she's been through a lot.

Spoiler alert, she's been through a lot her entire life according to everyone. I graduated high school early at 16 with honors and college credits. She hated it and called me a dumb prick who wouldn't. get far. She didn't even come to my graduation. Meanwhile she dropped out of college twice. Projection? I think yes. What made it worse was I found out I was pregnant in November, and Casey immediately started telling family I didn't know who the father was, that it could be multiple men, and even told my dad the father was over 31. Mind you, I've been with my boyfriend for two years at this point. When no one believed her messy ass, she tried to take the attention. She tried to

take the attention off of me and got pregnant herself. She admitted to this, but sadly she miscarried in February. We were all there for her. I even wore baggy clothes so she wouldn't feel triggered seeing my bump. Still, every time I had a craving or talked about my pregnancy, she made it about her. Would literally cry at the dinner table because it should have been her. Dramatic, right? Then when I announced my baby's name, she went and got a cussie. blanket made with the same name, her due date, and the day she miscarried, claiming I stole it. When the name was my mom's mother name who she has no relation to, she's my dad-niece. I kept the name also, today's episode.

We're planning my baby shower, talking about decorations and food, when she loudly scoffs from the living room no one cares. We ignore her. We said the baby's name again, here she go. A name you stole from me. I rolled my eyes because why are you still on this? I'm showing my mom a pick of a custom car seat cover I ordered. She storms in with her own baby stuff she bought before the miscarriage,

mumbling hopefully I don't steal her ideas. Like, I have most of her things already I don't want your ideas. Once again I ignored her and my mom told her she loved them. Once she sees me not caring, she then went full on explode mode. accuses me of copying her, being jealous, needing to heal before I bring a baby into this world, and randomly brings up the hormonal hygiene struggles I've been having lately. That she overheard me talking about like WTF. We left to the backyard where my sister was and this woman followed US out screaming.

Saying we treat her worse than her own parents did, big lie, my parents have babied her for years while she treated me like dirt. My dad eventually came upstairs from the basement because she was so loud, asked what was going on, and for once, instead of coddling her. He went off. He straight up said, Casey, for God's sake I love you, but what is your problem? You pick fights constantly, you play victim, and you're not in middle school anymore. If you want to stay here, you need to get your act together I can't keep doing this with you or you picking with a teenager who has done nothing to you. She was shell-shocked. Stormed to her room, packed a bag, and left.

Later, she texted me this. You've won. I can't fight you anymore. You've always ruined my life even when I was with my parents. You were always the favorite and I always hated you. You ruin everything for me. And now, I feel kind of bad. I didn't respond and no one's heard from her since.

Edit Hey you guys I'm honestly overwhelmed by all the responses I didn't expect this to blow up like it did but thank you so much for the kindness, advice, and support. I wanted to answer some of the questions I've been seeing a lot in the comments. One, was she the youngest girl before me? Yes, she was the last girl born for five years before I came along. Our family is mostly boys with only a few girls here and there,

so I do think that may have played a part in how she felt about me. 2. About me being a teen mom I turned 19 in a couple weeks. I've been independent since I was able to work at 15, and I even have my own small business that's slowly growing. I still live with my parents for now, but I handle my own life for the most part. 3. Why didn't my parents get her into therapy? My mom has tried several times to convince my dad to get us all into therapy, but he's one of those people who doesn't believe in it. He's always told us to pray or write it down instead, which honestly did help me at times growing up, but she definitely needed professional help and still does. I've asked him recently to consider it, and he just rolled his eyes and ignored me.

4. My parents' ages. My mom is 46 and my dad is 57. They'd been able to be. They'd been in my parents' eyes. They'd been in. married since 1998, so about 26 years now. Five, what happened with her parents? Her dad was physically abusive to both her and her mom. Her mom helped her run away and sent her to live with us, while she stayed behind. We live on the East Coast, and they were all the way in Oakland, California. As for contact, no, we haven't spoken to them since they lost custody of her. Six, why was I so nice to her?

Because I genuinely looked up to her. My older sister was never really around much, and I thought she and I could be close like sisters. I really wanted that. Seven, was their favoritism? Not really, no. I feel like we were treated fairly for the most part. If anything, she got a little more attention and was doted on more,

probably because of what she'd been through. I only got extra toys when I was little because I was four years old and too small to do the stuff they did. Eight, where is she now? No one has heard from her since she left. She's blocked all of us, and as far as we know, she doesn't have a job or anywhere stable to go which honestly makes me nervous because it's likely she'll try to come back eventually.

So we're keeping our eyes open and being cautious. Update, Casey ended up coming back about two days later drunk and higher than ever. It was around 1 a.m. I was asleep, but apparently my parents were still up watching a movie when she came in. My dad, who's a recovering alcoholic and has been sober since I was 14, was furious and disappointed. They tried to sit her down to talk, but she just cried and said she was tired and wanted to lay down. So they let her go upstairs. A little while later, my parents stepped outside to the back patio for a smoke break, yes, both of them smoke occasionally.

And of course, while they were outside and out of earshot, Casey came to my room. I woke up to her trying to open my door, thankfully it was locked. She started whisper shouting for me to open it, calling me a pause and saying we needed to talk. When I told her to go away and that we could talk in the morning, she started banging on my door, kicking it, and was saying that I would never be prettier than her

and that I was the ugly black sheep in the family. This again. Get help, I told her to go to bed again, but she wasn't done. She threatened me, saying if she saw me tonight it wouldn't be good for me. At that point, I started recording and sent a video to my dad. He came rushing back inside and went off. He told her she wasn't staying another night in his house and she needed to start packing ASAP, that coming home drunk and bullying me again was unacceptable, and she needed to figure out where she was going in the morning. She broke down crying again, claiming we were all she had and she just wanted to talk. My dad didn't budge this time. He told her the only person she needed to talk to was a therapist

and until she got professional help, she wasn't welcome here. She was shocked, because like I've said before my dad's always been old school and kind of coddled her. But not this time. My mom came came inside mid-conversation, sat her down, and apparently had a heart to heart about how unacceptable it was for her to live in our home while treating me like garbage. I was watching the whole thing go down on the security cameras from my phone because yes, I'm that petty. But then my sister Monica starts texting me. Taking Casey's side. It goes something like this. Monica, Amaya for once will you stop making it so hard with her? She only wanted to talk. Me, it's one o'clock in the morning.

I'm barely able to get out of bed, what do you expect me to do? I don't want to talk, Monica, I'm tired of you playing the victim like you're so innocent in this. Get over yourself. You're exhausting and it's getting harder to deal with. Me, what have I done, Monica? I've cooked for y'all, cleaned up after y'all, always try to be nice, and neither of you do anything for me. If anything, you're exhausting. You're 24, you've got a degree you won't even use it.

Be real. Stop texting me good night, I cried. I always looked up to both of them, even after everything. But this was my breaking point. So here's where we're at now. Casey left the next morning to go stay with a friend. She's been texting and calling my parents, begging them to reconsider. But they're standing firm.

If she wants to be part of this family, she needs therapy first no exceptions. As for Monica, we haven't spoken since those texts. My mom noticed and asked what was going on. But I told her to ask her daughter because I had nothing to say. I've officially uninvited both Monica and Casey from my baby shower. Neither of them will be involved with my baby, and my mom said it's my decision. So no Aunt Monica, no cousin Casey. My dad's standing firm too.

No more excuses, no more drama. And me? I'm focusing on my pregnancy, my business, and reclaiming my peace. This is supposed to be a happy time for me, and I'm done letting them take that away. I deserve to be excited about this baby without guilt. Thank you to everyone who's been so kind, offered advice. and reminded me I don't have to tolerate this treatment. It means more than you know.

If anything else happens, I'll keep y'all updated. Next story, parents showed up late to my son's graduation and spent the whole time judging others. Then during their visit my mom told my husband that my step-sister was like the daughter she never had so I kicked them out. My son's high school graduation was earlier this week. I had invited my parents, both late 70s, at the be able to be. beginning of the year. They kept ceasing on coming or not coming. They eventually agreed to

come like three weeks before graduation, which okay, cool. They had to drive in from out of state, day of, schedule was pretty clear to them. Ceremony starts at X, doors open an hour beforehand. Be there 15 minutes before that because that is when parking opens up. Parking is going to fill up quickly because over 250 kids were graduating, and you know some of these kids had about seven generations of family showing up. I told them to meet me at the parking garage at the 15 minutes before doors open mark. So what do they do? Leave their hotel, located 25 minutes away, one minute before that. Got bitched at for not waiting for them. Even though, 15 minutes after the doors opened, it was turning into standing room only. When we read, we read it.

realized they weren't going to be here and parked by the time the doors opened, my husband, other kid, and I went to go wait in the line. Which, thank goodness we did because about five minutes later, the line was down the street to the next block over. They wanted us to come back out to get them, which was impossible because the sea of people were all pushing one way. Not about to battle an entire army of people to get back out, no other way out either. We were lucky to get in when we did, to get the seats we did, because by the time my parents

texted they arrived, it was turning into standing room being the only thing left. My mom then spent the entire first part of the ceremony people watching, with a super-judgy face on. Kept telling my other kid that the lady with all the piercings and tattoos probably doesn't have a job, going nowhere in life, etc., etc. I shushed her and got the look. which no longer affects me since I just spent the last 18 years improving the look. Also, for some reason, my son's full middle name didn't get read out, they just said his initial instead.

I don't know why or how it got missed, but I nearly missed getting pictures of my son getting his diploma on stage because she was bitching about it. Some pictures turned out blurry because she kept smacking my arm. Luckily my husband got some pictures, but like holy fuck. I would have cried if we didn't get some sort of decent picture. She snapped at my other kid because we did the whole woo. When his name was called. Compared to the other people in the arena, I doubt he even heard us because it was just me and other kid, husband couldn't because he was trying to line up shots around people walking in front of us

and his brain couldn't do two things at once, LOL. Well. One of the kids' speakers, class president, maybe, was talking about evolution and how we got to the point we were at today, and my mom complained about that. They should be thanking God. God got them here. Not even a Christian school, mother. She also complained because some of the young ladies were wearing head scarves, they let them in this school. Like Jesus H. Christ on a cracker, it's a fucking public school, mom. still people too, just like you, though probably less of a bitch bag. Also got comments from her about the kids with green hair, blue hair, purple hair, and one girl with clown clothes on. They are going nowhere in life. Like, they just graduated, their life is just starting. Girl with the clown clothes was wearing a bunch of the different graduation cords and had her name in the program with several scholarships listed. Pointedly told my other kid, and this is why we don't judge people based on their looks.

They have tried to talk my son out of going to his choice of college. They think it's going to be too far away from me. Once we drop him off, we have to move across the country because military orders, and that it is in a bad part of town. They are trying to paint some picture that my son is going to be stabbed, shot, mugged, and left for dead. City the school is and has some crime, obviously, but the college itself has released their safety reports and haven't had much issues or crime.

I used her favorite line when I voice a worry, it's all up to God. I'm not even religious or Christian anymore, managed to get the look again when I said that. They are here for the rest of the weekend. We have another promotion ceremony for other kid this weekend, 8th grade. So, send help. Think dealing with them have given me gray hairs. Update, June 11, 2025. I have gotten a few DMs from people wondering if I made it through my parents' visit.

I did make it through, but my relationship with my mother did not. We are currently not on speaking terms. Well, to be more specific, I am not on speaking terms with her, she has been refusing to accept that. The weekend after my post, we had made plans to meet at 10 a.m. They showed up at 8 a.m. Ready to go, with no place to go. They made plans to stay for so long, but made zero plans to fill that time, thinking I would magically come up with something to do. At 8 a.m. on a Saturday morning.

Like, I can't even think straight due to lack of coffee at this hour. I am not a morning person and have no idea where my bra is, but sure, I'll pull out something to do for my ass. They were just like Let's Just Do What You Normally Would Do on a weekend. Which? Number one, it'd be physically impossible for them to do, considering my mother probably needed a walker a decade ago, but refuses to use because it ages her. Two, they have no interest in video games or board games.

Already tried getting them to play a board game previously and my mom stuck her nose up at that. And three, lots to do here, but 95% of the things worth doing is outdoors. My mom cries her head off if it's over 71 degrees outside. It's always I'm melting. It's too hot. I'm melting. Like she is the wicked witch of the Midwest.

Also, my family and I don't really go out every weekend. We like being home, we like being alone. So there I was, scouring the internet for things to do with elderly people who can't walk in our area, and still getting hit with go hike here or there or over there, while wondering if parent daycare was thing. Mom was chatting with my husband, when she decided to start talking about her favorite subject, Emma, my step-sister slash her stepdaughter. The way she gushes about Emma makes you think Emma shits out gold nuggets and pukes up diamonds, emeralds, and rubies,

all while having the cure to cancer in her head. When our parents got married, she kept asking me why can't you be more like Emma? Like I'd mom, maybe because I'm still a teenager while Emma is pushing 30, at the time, naturally Emma was going to be more ahead in life. But from the day they married until now, I was constantly compared to Emma, told to be like Emma, and occasionally called Emma. When I had a mental breakdown in my early 20s and ended up in the psych ward, I was told to get over it or turned to God.

But when Emma had a similar situation, it was all she needs all the help she can get. Emma marries a shit stain of a man who abused her, and my mom is ready to scorch the world. But when I was dating a guy who turned abusive, it was my fault. You get the idea. I have no real issue with Emma. Though, it took me quite a bit in therapy to get to the point where I am no longer resenting her. These days we are mainly FB friends, liking each other's random photos. So she is gushing to my husband about Emma, I'm only having to be.

Half listening until I hear her say, clear as fucking day, Emma is like the daughter I never had. My husband and her husband went dear in headlights shocked. My son, 18, said WTF. Took my daughter, 14, a few seconds longer to process what she heard, but even she caught it, she's not a morning person either. I basically just said, well, guess that's that. You can get the fuck out now. Of course, I was hit with the way.

What did I do? It. My son repeated what she said, so she started her gaslighting bullshit. You took it the wrong way. That's not what I meant. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. I think with the help of those who commented on my last post, I shined up my backbone a little because I just told her to get the fuck out.

My husband says I told her if you don't have a daughter, then why the fuck do I have some crusty old farts in my house? and threatened to throw all her shit out the window. I don't remember saying any of that, but my son backs it up. I don't remember a lot in a few minutes it took to get her tossed out. After she finally left my house, I broke down crying and got sick. I don't do confrontation very well. She keeps trying to call, text, email me.

My husband managed to get her blocked on my phone, so at least I don't get bombarded with calls and texts anymore. First day, before I blocked her, I had over 50 missed calls and 40 text messages from her. She also managed to fill up my voicemail, not that I listened to any of it. Husband deleted all of them for me too. She only has my old email account, that I use for spam now, so not really seeing those either. The last I looked, over a week ago, there were around 20 emails just from her. Starting to get a few letters in the snail, mail from her too, so, oh joy. Guess she told some sob story to Emma too because she reached out to me. Luckily, she listened to my side and just told me, good for you.

She also told me she has never been a huge fan of my mom, for reasons like this, but only plays nice and stays civil for her dad's sake. Made me feel a little better knowing that St. Emma dislikes her too. I was a mess for about a week after everything happened. Still I'm a mess, but less so. Less so. My husband and kids have been working hard to distract me and I have been keeping up with my therapy sessions every week. She even got me in for an emergency session the next Monday. Luckily, my summer is about to get busy. Husband is taking a month off, having a garage sale, preparing to move to a new state, getting my son ready for college, so I will have plenty

to do to keep my mind off things. I did tell my kids they were allowed to have a relationship with either grandma or grandpa, but they were both like, nah, they made my mom cry. Then they proceeded to kick my ass in Mario Kart.