rSlash - r/Trueoff My Little Bro is Stealing My Lingerie

Episode Date: May 21, 2023

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So I'm an 18 year old female and I have two younger brothers, Jake who's 15 and Henry who's 7. My mom is a way in Berlin right now in a trip, so I'm babysitting the two for this week. It pretty much started this morning during the morning routine. I wake up at 5.30, have my breakfast and such, then I wake up the boys at 6 so they can have their breakfast before they go to school, and before I head off to college myself. However, this morning was different. I went into Jake's room to find my lacy bra next to his bed. Shocked, I obviously confronted him, saying,

Why the hell is my bra in your room? To which he meekly replied, Oh, it was in my clean clothes. But I know for a fact that it wasn't put in his clean clothes because one, I do the washing and two, I did not put this item in the wash because it's somewhat fragile. After he left for school, I did some more investigating, finding several pairs of my bras, underwear, and even some socks. I have no idea what to do. I messaged my mom to ask him what the hell

this was about and to tell him off, but all she had to say was something along the lines of, boys will be boys and how he's at that age if you know what I mean. And if I have a problem with it, then I should just buy him a dirty magazine. But what? I told her several times to consider how I feel in this scenario. That my younger brother is stealing my lingerie and such to do who knows what to it. She basically stuck up for him and even blamed me for it, and I don't think that I can convince her otherwise. I just don't know what to do or feel. Am I making this a bigger deal than it is? Am I overreacting? What the hell do I do? Well, step one is pretty obvious, Opie. Start looking for another place to live. Between your brother who's not respecting your boundaries and your mom who's not respecting you, it's definitely time to move out. But in this short term, I'm really fond of this

response from Rob Rover. Since you're technically the adult in this situation, I think you have to have the talk with your brother. Put all the things you found in his room on a table and confront him about it. Don't rant at him. Have the point you went covered in this talk prepared. You know that he's lying and give you reasons why you know. Say it's wrong to go through other people's belongings and it's wrong to take things that don't belong to you. And finally, incest is yucky. My daughter is so unlucky and it breaks my heart. I'm not sure what I'm looking for here. I guess I'm just trying to process the situation. For context, we're in Canada. My wonderful daughter, Vicki, is almost 23. She struggled through high school, but three years ago, she finally pulled up her socks and got herself into a nursing program. She also got a job at the hospital as an attendant, and she's been

doing nursing on the job training as well. I'm so unbelievably proud of her. Two years ago, she found a lump in her breast. It was diagnosed as precancerous, and she had surgery to remove a significant amount of mass. She was on sick leave for a while, but pushed herself to return to work early. This was a bad idea because she ended up tearing her internal stitches, causing her to miss even more work. Lesson learned, she moved on. Last year, she was ordered to move a corpulant patient without the lip that's typically used for such moves. As a result, the patient fell on top of her, injuring nerves and tendons in her lower back, hip, and leg.

Again, she's been on sick leave since. Her employer started initiating proceedings that I believe were meant to intimidate her into quitting. It was an investigation into the legitimacy of her claim, despite a full record of doctor visits and recommendations that she not work. The investigation was recently dropped, and Vicki returned to work last week on a progressive plan. I got a text last night. She was in a car accident? Oh my god! She was in the passenger seat, and her car got T-boneoned on her side by a driver running

a red light. Oh my God, this girl's unlucky! Both the driver and her boyfriend, who was in the back seat, are fine. Vicki also wasn't badly injured, thankfully, but the crash exacerbated her previous injury and knocked her neck around pretty good. She will, of course, recover, But her mental health is taking a beating. She's very worried about her employment. They've already showed a willingness to cause her grief, and I would hate for her to

get screwed because of another absence. There are no other hospitals inside of a 40-minute drive, and she's passionate about nursing. In the end, I'm gonna do my dad thing and stick by her through all of this. I'll try to advise her if something happens, but honestly, I just want my little girl to be happy and save. And it seems like forever since that's been the case.

She works so hard and deserves so much, but she keeps getting kicked in the teeth by life. Man, I don't wanna make a joke, because this is more sad than it is worthy of being mocked, but this feels like final destination, like the universe just has it out for her. I guess the best you can do is just power through it and hope for the best

because in your daughter's case, lightning has struck three times. Surely, it can't strike a fourth time, right? Right? Or next reddit post it from Lannitaka. My husband slapped me hard enough for my nose to bleed. Things have not been great lately. My husband is not in a good place. He works for his father and their personal and professional relationship is strained. His father recently promoted someone else over him and it's been

a nightmare. My husband is taking it out on us. He comes home drunk all the time. I can't stand it! I wish he could see how immature he seems. He breaks things in our house, and he's punched holes in the wall. He has no patience with our child, and basically ignores him. A couple of nights ago, our son accidentally spilled his drink on him. It was just water. He scolded our son as if he had done something really bad. He told me to get our son away from him. My son felt horrible. He was a wreck. I took him outside on a walk to calm him down. I told him that Dad's anger has

nothing to do with him. I don't even know how to describe our marriage. We don't argue because all I do is play Kate him, but he's cold. We haven't had a real conversation in weeks. It's just demands from him. I see the anger inside of him, and I walk on egg shells. There's no romance in bed. He just kind of approaches me and does it. It's robotic and painful for

me. I've been feeling so hopeless. After his freak out with our son, I thought that maybe we should give my husband some space and stay at my moms. I was so nervous to tell him my hands were shaking. I couldn't just disappear. My intent was never to strain our marriage. This morning, before he left for work, I brought him coffee and told him what I was thinking. Then he slapped me so effing hard that my nose bled. I guess just from the force alone, I was stunned at first. I couldn't believe that I was bleeding. Right now, my face is aching.

I swear, if he had hit me any harder, he would have cracked my bones. After, he grabbed me by my arms and said, Are you trying to humiliate me further? Did you like that? Is that what you want? I was crying so much I couldn't speak. I was trying to apologize, but I was hyperventilating. He told me, you're my wife, you're staying with me.

And don't ever think you're going to take my son away from me. I just nodded. His grip eased up and he let go. I was relieved that it ended there. I took our son to school, but I couldn't go to work like this. He texted me and told me to share my location. I don't know how to process this.

Things were bad before, but now it's all worse. How could he hit me that hard? I don't know what I did to deserve this mess. Wow, okay. I can understand why this guy's dad didn't promote him. Because he's a whiny, abusive loser. This guy is so wrapped up in his own self-importance that he can't get over someone else getting a promotion and he takes it down to his family.

Opie, this guy is spiraling. He's spiraling hard. Things are definitely going to get way, way worse before they get better. You should run, not walk out of that relationship and take your son with you. Be sure to take pictures of your face and the bruises he causes you because in the future, I have it feeling those are going to become very useful. So you think you know sports? Points vet is the sportsbook for you because we've got the features for true competitors like live same game parlates. Use your sportsmarts to make picks live on the players and teams you're watching and qualified bets can use our early cashout feature. So you could take your winnings to play live blackjack on the same points bet at.

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Come on, me. I'm gonna move out of here! Our next reddit poster from Soft Economist. I told my boyfriend that it was his fault that his son was in critical condition. My grandma died on April 26. She was my best friend. She's the first real loss that I've experienced, and I'm shattered about it. On April 29, my boyfriend's son was in a major car wreck.

He and his friends were drinking, and his friend got behind the wheel and drove. Thankfully they hurt nobody but themselves, but his son's best friend died, and his son is in critical condition. As any parent can imagine, my boyfriend is very stressed about it. In the middle of me grieving, I'm doing all I can to be there for my boyfriend. I spent the first two days at the hospital being supportive of my boyfriend. I went home on the third day to take care of our house, do laundry, clean up, and take care of our dogs so that my boyfriend didn't have to worry about it.

I came back to the hospital to deliver dinner to my boyfriend. I wasn't gonna stay because I had to do laundry before going to work the following day. I dropped off dinner and my boyfriend says, Oh, you didn't have to bring dinner. I already ate. I was slightly annoyed because I had just wasted gas and I wasn't planning on staying. Thoughtlessly I said, well I wouldn't have come if I'd known. I realized my mistake immediately and apologized, but my boyfriend yelled at me in front of his entire family to leave and called me a dumb beward. I left without argument because I knew that it was wrong of me to say that. So today I'm home finishing laundry and my boyfriend comes home to take a shower.

We got into a huge argument because I couldn't stand how he was talking to me. My grandma just died, and instead of me grieving, I'm trying to put that aside and be selfless and split time at the hospital and taking care of things at home so my boyfriend didn't have to worry. Apparently, that wasn't good enough for my boyfriend.

He insulted me and called me a dumb fat B word. Told me that I'm selfish. Told me, nobody cares about your grandma or your feelings. Nobody cares that she died. Obviously you're alone because you don't have a support system where are all your friends. Here I should point out that I moved from Alabama to Colorado and I've struggled with keeping friends. The majority of my support system is in Alabama. It's a point of pain for me.

Also, I struggle with my weight due to medical issues. I'm really not that big. I could stand to lose 40 pounds and be back in the healthy range. Anyways, at this point, I was seeing red and I shouted, you raised your son to think that drinking and driving was okay, and now his best friend killed himself and put himself in critical condition. You're dead of the year. I know that was messed up, but I can't take it back. I'm just so fed up with the insults. I'm fed up with how my boyfriend has acted since my grandma died before his son got into a wreck. And I'm sick of with how my boyfriend has acted since my grandma died before his

son got into a wreck. And I'm sick of him acting like my grieving is no big deal. Neither of our pains are comparable or invalid. Also, he's acting like I'm the bad guy for not staying at the hospital 24-7 like he does. I was trying to take care of normal adult chores so that he didn't have to, even though I would rather lay in bed for eternity. I'm the butthole, but I don't care. I'm fed up with my pain and sadness being ignored. I love this top comment from Del Monte. Send him a postcard from Alabama.

You could, OP, but why waste that money on a stamp? Our next reddit post is from side salty. I'm divorcing my wife because she's been late for 90% of everything we've ever done together. Everyone we know is shocked and confused, but I don't care. No, I'm not having an affair. No, I'm not having a midlife crisis. No, I'm not looking for a younger woman, and no, I'm not hiding anything. My wife and I have been together for 12 years. During this time, she hasn't made even the slightest amount of effort to be on time for anything we did.

When we were dating, average wait times were 15 minutes to an hour for her to finally effing show up. I waited because I loved her. After marriage, she somehow got worse, and after childbirth, she got even worse. She used to blame circumstances for being late every time, but now she just blames our son. I put up with it because I loved her. Example 1. We're currently looking at preschools. We're 15 to 30 minutes late for each meeting, because the thing we need most in our lives is for the teachers to believe our son is chronically

going to be late for school. It's always something with her. Example 2. I wanted to see a movie in theaters a while ago. She wanted to come soon. I had to leave her in a clothing shop because I was going to miss the start of the movie. And of course, she was livid. Example 3.

A few months ago, we went to see a concert of a group that she likes. We were one hour early because, of course, we were one hour early. It was something she wanted to do. I am so sick and tired of it. Dinner reservations are always a toss-up because restaurants in our area have no chill and will cancel your reservation if you're one minute late. Growing increasingly anxious as she stares at her f-ing phone and trying to ask her in the nicest way possible to hurry up is a horrible feeling. Especially since she will flip her lid the second that I try to tell her that we're going to be late,

meeting up with friends, going to a kids event with our son, for f's sake, even just trying to take a walk is always an ordeal of trying to get her to put the phone down and get ready so I don't have to stand around like an idiot. I think my boiling point was last week when I stood at the entrance of our house for 20 minutes with our son as he grew increasingly impatient and then seeing that she had abruptly decided to start vacuuming the house. I'm getting spammed with calls from mutual friends and family. She went and told everyone that we're getting divorced.

Everyone wants to talk me out of it, but I just broke after years of patience. I have no regrets. Wow, it seems like the only two things that your wife does quickly is going to something that she wants to do and trashing you. That was our slash true off my chest. And if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast

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