People Dive Into Everyday Problems And Question What Makes One The Jerk

I (29 F) and my partner, Logan (31 M), finally moved in together last summer after being together for almost a decade. Yeah, I know, that’s a long time to wait, but there’s a reason. My relationship with food has always been… complicated. When I get stressed, I have to eat alone. No exceptions.

Back in high school, I went through a rough patch where eating around people felt impossible. I got some therapy, but nobody ever slapped an official diagnosis on it. These days, I’m way better—most of the time.

But when life gets overwhelming, the old habits creep back. I can eat, I want to eat, but it has to be by myself. At work, I’ll literally hide in the supply closet just to avoid the break room.

Logan’s decided that this is the hill he wants to die on. He’s been relentless about not letting me eat alone, like he’s my personal food coach or something. Except instead of helping, I’m just stressed, hangry, and guilty because I can’t eat with him hovering. The past few days? A sad can of soup at my desk. That’s it.

Last night, we had a massive blowout. I told him to get out, he fired back, and this morning? Gone. Just a text saying he needed space.

Part of me is relieved. I woke up, made a full breakfast, and actually enjoyed it without feeling like I was under surveillance. But now the guilt’s hitting. Was I too harsh? Maybe. But also… he wasn’t listening. He thought he was helping, but he was just making it worse. AITJ?

Another User Comments:

NTJ. Look, I get that Logan’s coming from a place of concern, but good intentions don’t magically erase bad results.

Forcing someone to confront a deeply personal struggle in the exact way you think is best? That’s not support—that’s control.

You’ve been dealing with this for years. You know what works for you, at least right now. If eating alone keeps you fed and functional, then that’s what matters. Logan’s approach isn’t just unhelpful; it’s actively harmful. You weren’t starving yourself—you were coping in the way that lets you actually eat. His refusal to respect that isn’t love; it’s stubbornness.

That said, if he’s usually a decent partner, maybe this is a communication issue.

Have you two tried therapy together? Sometimes an outside voice can help bridge the gap between “I’m trying to help” and “this isn’t working.” But until then, hold your ground. Your health isn’t negotiable.

Another User Comments:

Y’know, I’m gonna go against the grain here and say soft YTJ. Not for needing to eat alone—that’s totally valid. But for snapping and threatening to kick him out instead of finding a better way to communicate.

Logan’s being clueless, sure, but it sounds like he genuinely believes he’s helping. Have you sat him down and explained why his method backfires?

Like, really explained, not just “stop it, it’s stressing me out”? Sometimes people need the full picture to get it.

Also, have you considered that maybe he’s struggling too? Watching someone you love battle something like this is hard. He might be panicking, thinking if he doesn’t “fix” it, you’ll spiral. Not an excuse, but a possible explanation.

That said, he needs to back off. Maybe compromise—like, he gives you space at mealtimes, but you agree to check in with a therapist together. Fighting won’t solve this.

Another User Comments:

NTJ. Logan’s behavior is giving major “I know what’s best for you” vibes, and that’s never okay.

You’re not a project for him to fix. You’re a person with a system that works for you, even if it’s not conventional.

The fact that you’ve managed to mostly overcome this without a formal diagnosis is huge. You should be proud of that! And yeah, stress triggers old habits—welcome to being human. But forcing you to eat in a way that doesn’t work isn’t progress; it’s sabotage.

The fight sucks, but honestly? Maybe the space will do him good. Let him realize that his “help” was doing the opposite. And if he comes back with a real apology and a plan to respect your needs?

Great. If not… well, you’ve survived worse.

Another User Comments:

I’m torn. On one hand, Logan’s approach is about as subtle as a sledgehammer. On the other, I wonder if he’s just terrified of seeing you struggle and doesn’t know how to handle it.

You’re definitely NTJ for needing space to eat. That’s non-negotiable. But the “get out” ultimatum? Harsh. Unless this is part of a bigger pattern of him ignoring your boundaries, it might’ve been better to table the argument and revisit it when you weren’t both running on empty.

That said, his text this morning is… weird.

“Going out for the day” after a fight like that feels passive-aggressive. If he’s giving you the silent treatment instead of working through it, that’s a red flag.

Bottom line: You deserve to eat in peace. But if this relationship matters to you, maybe try couples counseling. This isn’t just about food—it’s about how you both handle conflict.

Another User Comments:

NTJ, but Logan isn’t entirely the villain here either. Hear me out.

Disordered eating is messy. It doesn’t follow logic, and from the outside, it’s hard to understand why “just eat with me” feels impossible.

He’s probably thinking, “If I push her through this, she’ll see it’s okay!” Classic misguided hero complex.

But here’s the thing: You told him it wasn’t working. Repeatedly. At that point, his “help” becomes selfish. It’s not about you anymore—it’s about him feeling like he’s “doing something.”

The fight was inevitable. You were hungry, stressed, and pushed to your limit. Could you have handled it better? Maybe. But so could he. If he’s worth keeping, he’ll come back ready to listen. If not… well, at least you got a good breakfast out of it.

I’m Alice (f30), and my husband, Mark (m41), and I have a four-year-old daughter named Chloe. Mark was previously married to Laura (f37), and they have a twelve-year-old daughter together, Olivia.

Recently, Chloe has been obsessed with dance. It started when my mom showed her old videos of me dancing as a kid, and now she’s constantly twirling around the house, demanding to wear tutus, and begging for lessons. Honestly, I love that she’s into it—dance was a huge part of my life growing up, and I’d love for her to have that same joy.

When I brought it up with Mark, he immediately suggested enrolling her at Olivia’s dance studio.

Here’s the thing — I don’t love that idea. First, Olivia’s studio is insanely competitive. We’re talking about little kids being drilled like they’re training for the Olympics. Chloe’s four. I want her to have fun, not stress over winning trophies. Second, the costumes? Not a fan. Tiny kids in leotards without tights or skirts? Nah, not my vibe. Third, there’s another studio in town where I used to dance and teach. The vibe there is way more about creativity and enjoyment, which is exactly what I want for Chloe.

Mark’s argument is that if the girls are at different studios, it’ll create rivalry.

He’s worried about competition days clashing and says it’ll pit them against each other. But here’s the reality — Olivia is twelve. By the time Chloe’s old enough to compete (which isn’t even a thing at my preferred studio until she’s eight), Olivia will be sixteen and probably driving herself to events. Plus, Chloe adores her big sister. The idea that she’d suddenly turn into some cutthroat rival over ballet slippers feels ridiculous.

Now Laura’s texting me, saying I’m “damaging their sisterly bond” and should “think about the family.” Really?

Because last I checked, Chloe is my kid, and I’m the one who gets to decide what’s best for her. Am I crazy for pushing back on this?

Another User Comments:

Okay, let’s break this down. First, your husband and his ex are acting like you’re signing Chloe up for some kind of dance war. She’s four. At that age, dance should be about twirling in a sparkly tutu and maybe learning to point your toes, not getting screamed at by some coach who thinks five-year-olds need to be “elite.”

Second, the costume thing? Big yikes. If you’re not comfortable with it, that’s more than enough reason to say no.

You’re not overreacting—you’re being a parent. And the fact that Laura’s jumping in like she gets a vote? Nope. She doesn’t. This isn’t about “family unity,” it’s about control.

Lastly, the rivalry argument is weak. If Olivia’s gonna resent a four-year-old for dancing at a different studio, then Mark and Laura have bigger problems. Siblings don’t need to do everything the same way to get along. If anything, forcing them into the same hyper-competitive environment sounds like a great way to make Olivia feel like Chloe’s invading her space.

Stick to your guns.

Chloe’s your kid, and you know what’s best for her.

Another User Comments:

I’m gonna be blunt—your husband’s being ridiculous. The idea that a teenager would care that much about where her toddler sister takes dance lessons is laughable. If anything, Olivia’s probably relieved she won’t have to share the spotlight with a little kid.

Also, the fact that Laura’s butting in is wild. She doesn’t get a say in how you raise Chloe. At all. If Mark’s so worried about “family harmony,” maybe he should focus on keeping his ex out of your parenting decisions.

And can we talk about the studio you prefer?

You taught there. You know the environment, the teachers, the values. That’s a huge advantage. Why would you pass that up just to keep the peace with people who are making up problems that don’t exist?

Another User Comments:

Nah, you’re not wrong here. Mark’s acting like this is some high-stakes decision that’ll ruin the girls’ relationship forever, but… it’s dance class. For a preschooler. If Olivia’s studio is as intense as you say, putting Chloe there would be setting her up to hate dancing by age six.

And the costume thing? Hard pass.

If Mark and Laura are fine with it, cool, but you don’t have to be. Your kid, your rules.

Also, the “different studios will make them compete” argument is… weird. By the time Chloe’s old enough to compete, Olivia will be in high school. They’re not gonna be rivals. If anything, Olivia might think it’s cute her little sis is following in her (very distant) footsteps.

Another User Comments:

I’m gonna play devil’s advocate for a sec. Maybe Mark’s coming from a place of wanting the girls to share an activity. Blended families can be tricky, and he might see this as a way to bond them.

But… he’s going about it all wrong.

Forcing Chloe into a studio that doesn’t align with your values isn’t the answer. And involving Laura? Big mistake. This should’ve stayed between you and Mark.

That said, could there be a compromise? Maybe Chloe starts at your preferred studio, and if she’s still into dance in a few years, you revisit the idea? But right now, she’s four. Let her have fun without the pressure.

Another User Comments:

Mark and Laura are way overthinking this. Siblings don’t need to do the same activities to get along. If anything, having their own things can make their relationship stronger—they’ll have something unique to share with each other.

And let’s be real: if Olivia’s studio is as competitive as you say, Chloe would hate it.

Little kids don’t need that stress. They need to play, explore, and enjoy themselves.

Stand your ground. You’re not causing drama—you’re making a totally reasonable choice for your kid. If Mark and Laura can’t see that, that’s their problem.

I (28f) was at the mall with my friends, just hanging out, when nature called. I ducked into the restroom, found an empty stall, and was doing my thing when suddenly—bam—a tiny hand appears under the door, pushing at it like some kind of bathroom intruder. My first thought was, Oh heck no. I said, “Someone’s in here,” but the little gremlin didn’t care. The door starts shaking like we’re in a horror movie, and I repeat myself louder. Finally, someone yells, “Zara, stop!” and the shaking stops.

But nope, it wasn’t over.

Before I could even process what was happening, this kid—Zara, I guess—starts crawling under the stall door like she’s on a secret mission. She pops up grinning at me like this is totally normal. I’m sitting there, pants around my ankles, thinking, What in the actual—?

I yanked my pants up so fast I almost tripped, flushed, and bolted out. The kid was still just standing there, smiling. I asked her where her mom was, and she points to the stall next to mine. Out comes this woman, Nina, looking annoyed like I’m the one causing problems. I said, “Hey, your kid just crawled into my stall while I was using it.

Maybe keep a better eye on her?”

Nina rolls her eyes and goes, “She’s autistic. You wouldn’t understand.” Oh, that set me off. I snapped back, “Yeah, and that’s more reason to watch her! I’m not mad at her, I’m mad at you for acting like this is no big deal. Don’t use her autism as an excuse to be a lazy parent.” Then I washed my hands and walked out before I said something worse.

My friends asked why I took so long, so I told them. They all think I was too harsh and should’ve been more understanding.

But come on—since when is it okay for a kid to invade someone’s privacy like that? AITJ?

Another User Comments:

NTJ at all. Look, I get that parenting a kid with autism is hard, but that doesn’t mean the rest of the world has to just accept being uncomfortable or violated because of it. If Nina knows her daughter has a habit of crawling under stalls, she should’ve taken her into the stall with her. End of story. It’s not ableist to expect basic boundaries, especially in a place as private as a bathroom.

And the whole “you wouldn’t understand” thing?

That’s such a cop-out. Yeah, maybe you don’t understand the daily struggles, but that doesn’t mean you have to tolerate inappropriate behavior. Nina’s reaction was defensive instead of apologetic, and that’s what makes her the jerk here. She could’ve used it as a teaching moment but chose to act like you were the problem.

Also, your friends are kinda being pushovers. Empathy doesn’t mean letting people walk all over you. You weren’t cruel to the kid—you were rightfully annoyed at the parent’s negligence. That’s not being a jerk; that’s having self-respect.

Another User Comments:

YTJ, but only a little.

Hear me out—yes, the mom should’ve been watching her kid better, and yeah, crawling under stalls isn’t okay. But you escalated it unnecessarily. The kid wasn’t trying to be malicious; she probably didn’t even realize it was wrong. And the mom was probably exhausted. Parenting a neurodivergent kid is relentless, and sometimes you just snap when you feel judged.

Instead of coming out guns blazing, you could’ve said, “Hey, your daughter just crawled into my stall. Could you keep an eye on her?” No need to accuse her of being a bad parent right off the bat.

The way you phrased it put her on the defensive immediately.

I get why you were frustrated, but a little kindness goes a long way. Not everyone is out to make your life harder—sometimes people are just doing their best, even if their best isn’t great in the moment.

Another User Comments:

NTJ, and I’m tired of parents using disabilities as a free pass for bad behavior. Autism doesn’t mean a kid gets to ignore basic social rules, especially when it involves other people’s privacy. If Zara doesn’t understand boundaries yet, that’s on Nina to teach her or prevent her from crossing them.

And the mom’s attitude?

Gross. Instead of saying “so what?” she should’ve apologized and explained to her daughter why that’s not okay. But no, she went straight to playing the victim. Newsflash: the world doesn’t revolve around your kid, even if they have special needs.

Your friends are wrong, too. Empathy doesn’t mean letting people disrespect you. You weren’t mean to the kid—you called out the parent’s negligence. That’s not being a jerk; that’s having self-respect.

Another User Comments:

ESH. The mom should’ve been more attentive, but you also overreacted. Yeah, it’s weird and uncomfortable to have a kid crawl into your stall, but was it really worth a confrontation?

You could’ve just left and rolled your eyes about it later.

The mom’s “you wouldn’t understand” comment was dismissive, but you firing back about her being a bad parent wasn’t helpful either. Neither of you handled it well. Sometimes, it’s better to just walk away without turning it into a thing.

Also, your friends are kinda right—you could’ve shown a little more patience. Not because the mom deserved it, but because picking battles is a life skill. Was this really the hill to die on?

Another User Comments:

NTJ, and I’m baffled by the YTJ votes.

Since when is it okay to let kids invade strangers’ privacy? Autism or not, boundaries matter. If the kid can’t control that behavior, the parent needs to step up. Period.

Nina’s response was lazy parenting. Instead of teaching her daughter, she made excuses. And your friends are enabling that mindset by acting like you should’ve just shrugged it off. No. You have every right to be annoyed.

I’m 29, and my two brothers, Ethan (27) and Noah (24), lost our mom back in January. It was totally out of the blue, especially since our dad passed just a couple years before. The whole thing’s been a mess, honestly.

Noah’s got some disabilities—autism, mostly—and while he’s doing better than anyone expected, he’s never gonna be fully independent. He’s not working, and realistically, he probably never will. The system’s got nothing for him, and he’d fight it anyway because he hates feeling like he’s being “handled.”

Before she died, our parents sat us all down and made it clear they were leaving everything to me to split up however I thought was fair.

The idea was that Noah would get more since he’s gonna need it—rent for his council flat, groceries, all that. Ethan and I were cool with it because, yeah, obviously. Noah’s making progress, but it’s slow. Maybe one day he’ll land a part-time job or something, but that day wasn’t here before Mom died.

Now, though? Ethan’s pushing hard for a straight three-way split. I suggested we each take 10% now and leave the rest for Noah, with the understanding that if he doesn’t need it later, Ethan gets his full share. But nope. Ethan’s calling me every name under the sun, ignoring my calls, and his buddies are blowing up my phone like I’m some kinda villain.

I get where he’s coming from—money’s money, and it’s not like any of us are rolling in it.

But I also don’t wanna screw Noah over. Part of me’s tempted to just give Ethan his third and wash my hands of it, even if it means I walk away with nothing. But that feels like betraying what our parents wanted. Am I being unreasonable here?

Another User Comments:

Dude, you’re NTJ at all. Your parents trusted you to handle this because they knew you’d actually think about what’s best for Noah, not just what’s easiest. Ethan’s being a selfish jerk, sorry not sorry. Yeah, it sucks to wait for money, but Noah’s the one who’s gonna struggle if that safety net disappears.

Here’s the thing—if you cave and give Ethan his third now, what happens when Noah needs help down the line?

You think Ethan’s gonna step up? Doubt it. He’s showing his true colors already. Stick to your guns. Maybe set up a trust for Noah so the money’s locked in for his needs. And honestly? Block Ethan’s friends. They’ve got no business inserting themselves into this.

Another User Comments:

Okay, unpopular opinion maybe, but soft YTJ. Hear me out. You’re not wrong for wanting to protect Noah, but you’re also not considering how this looks to Ethan. From his POV, you’re holding all the cards and deciding what’s “fair” without actually compromising.

A 10% share feels like crumbs, and I get why he’s irritated.

Maybe meet him halfway? Give him 20% now, keep the rest for Noah, and reassess in a year. If Noah’s doing okay, maybe release more to Ethan. But if you dig in too hard, you’re gonna torch your relationship with Ethan forever. And yeah, he’s acting like a brat, but grief makes people irrational. Cut him some slack.

Another User Comments:

NTJ, but you’re in a no-win situation. Your parents dumped this on you because they didn’t want to make the hard call themselves, and now you’re stuck being the bad guy.

Ethan’s entitlement is gross, but it’s also not surprising—money brings out the worst in people.

Personally? I’d give Ethan his third and walk away. Not because he deserves it, but because fighting over this will eat you alive. Noah’s gonna need you emotionally way more than financially, and if you’re burned out from dealing with Ethan’s tantrums, you won’t be any good to him. Sometimes peace is worth the price.

Another User Comments:

Y’all are wild for calling Ethan selfish. Dude just lost both parents and now his brother’s gatekeeping their inheritance.

Yeah, Noah needs help, but Ethan’s allowed to want his share too. The 10% thing is patronizing as heck.

OP, you’re not a jerk, but you’re not being realistic either. Split it 40/40/20—Noah gets a bigger chunk, but Ethan doesn’t feel like he’s getting screwed. And for the love of God, stop letting his friends get to you. Mute the group chat and deal with this brother-to-brother.

Another User Comments:

NTJ, but Marcus’s behavior is a huge red flag. The fact that he’s siccing his friends on you? That’s some middle-school bully crap. Your parents left you in charge because they knew you’d prioritize Noah’s wellbeing over drama.

Stand your ground.

Put the money in a trust for Noah, give Ethan his 10%, and let him throw his tantrum. If he can’t see why Noah’s needs come first, that’s on him. And if his friends keep harassing you, tell them to kick rocks. This isn’t their family, and it’s not their business.

I’m a 46-year-old single dad to my 17-year-old daughter, Riley. Riley came out as transgender about two years ago, and while most of the family has been supportive, it’s been a bit of a struggle for the older generation—especially my grandma, who’s in her 90s and has mild dementia.

Recently, Riley turned 17. She already had plans to celebrate with her friends, but my sister, Tina (who lives with and takes care of Grandma), suggested we also do a small family party at Grandma’s place. Riley thought it was a sweet idea, so we went for it.

Everything was going fine—good food, decent conversation, no major awkwardness—until the cake came out.

Now, Grandma has always been an amazing baker. Even now, she still makes these elaborate, homemade cakes for every family event. It’s her thing. So when Tina brought out the cake, I expected something nice.

Then I saw it. Written in big, loopy frosting letters: Happy Birthday, (Deadname)!

Riley froze. Then she just started crying. I didn’t even think—I just grabbed our stuff, apologized quickly, and got us out of there. We ended up back at my place with a boxed cake mix and ice cream, watching her favorite comfort movie until she calmed down.

Meanwhile, my phone was blowing up with texts from Tina.

I ignored them until Riley was feeling better and went to her room to game. When I finally checked, the messages started off normal (Is she okay? Are you coming back?) but then turned into this whole rant about Riley being “ungrateful” and “overly sensitive.” She said Grandma worked hard on the cake and Riley should’ve just smiled through it because “Grandma’s old, it’s not her fault.”

I told Tina that was a horrible thing to say and that Riley didn’t owe anyone a performance. All I got back was a cold K.

Most of the family is on my side, but Tina and Grandma are giving me the silent treatment now.

AITJ?

Another User Comments

NTJ. Look, dementia is rough, and yeah, Grandma might not have remembered Riley’s name. But here’s the thing—your sister 100% knew what was on that cake before she brought it out. She could’ve scraped off the name, covered it with sprinkles, or just… not brought it out at all. Instead, she decided to make it Riley’s problem.

And then to call her ungrateful? That’s some next-level audacity. Your sister had every chance to fix this before it became a scene, but she didn’t. Now she’s mad because she got called out for her laziness (or maybe some low-key transphobia, who knows).

Either way, she’s the one who messed up, not Riley.

Also, major props to you for getting Riley out of there fast. A lot of parents would’ve tried to keep the peace and made their kid suffer through it. You did the right thing.

Another User Comments

Y’know, I’m gonna go against the grain here and say soft YTJ—not for leaving, but for not preparing Riley better. If Grandma has dementia, this was always a possibility. You could’ve warned Riley, ‘Hey, Grandma might slip up, it’s not intentional,’ and given her the choice to skip the party if she wasn’t up for that risk.

That said, your sister is way out of line for how she reacted.

Even if it was an honest mistake, doubling down and calling Riley unstable is just cruel. She should’ve apologized and moved on, not made it into some weird loyalty test.

But going forward, maybe have a chat with Riley about setting boundaries with Grandma. Dementia is a beast, and it’s gonna keep happening. Doesn’t mean Riley has to tolerate it, but she should know it’s not personal.

Another User Comments

NTJ, but your sister is a piece of work. Let’s be real—this wasn’t just about Grandma forgetting. Your sister saw the cake. She chose to bring it out.

And then she had the nerve to act like Riley was the problem? Nah.

Trans kids deal with enough crap without their own family deliberately deadnaming them in front of everyone. Even if Grandma didn’t mean it, your sister had a responsibility to protect Riley from that moment. Instead, she set her up for humiliation and then blamed her for being hurt.

You did great by getting Riley out of there and standing up for her. Your sister needs to do some serious reflecting—and apologizing—before she gets any more time with your kid.

Another User Comments

Honestly, ESH except Riley and Grandma. Your sister for obvious reasons, but also you for not stepping in sooner.

If you knew Grandma was baking the cake, why didn’t you check with Tina ahead of time to make sure she’d remind Grandma about the name?

Dementia means Grandma isn’t responsible, but the rest of you are. This was preventable. Riley shouldn’t have been blindsided like that.

That said, your sister’s reaction is disgusting. Even if it was an accident, her job was to apologize, not attack a teenager for having feelings. She owes Riley a massive apology—and so do you, for not anticipating this.

Another User Comments

NTJ. At all.

I’m so tired of people using ‘but they’re old!’ as an excuse to disrespect trans folks.

Yeah, dementia is hard, but that doesn’t mean Riley has to suck it up and pretend it doesn’t hurt. Your sister could’ve fixed this so easily—cover the name, swap the cake, something. Instead, she went full damage control mode and made it worse.

Also, the silent treatment? Classic guilt-tripping. Don’t fall for it. You stood up for your kid when it mattered, and that’s what good parents do. Keep protecting Riley, and tell your sister to grow up.

I’m a doctor, right? Just got home after a long shift at the hospital—like, long long. My feet were killing me, and all I wanted was to collapse on the couch and maybe stare at the ceiling for a solid ten minutes. But nope, life had other plans.

As soon as I walked in, my phone rang. It was my nurse practitioner, Jordan. We’re friends outside work too, so it wasn’t just a professional call—we were chatting about a patient but also catching up a little.

Mid-convo, my wife, Avery, starts waving at me from the hallway like she’s trying to flag down a taxi in a rainstorm. I figured it was something about Jordan, since they’re close, so I just nodded and kept talking.

Turns out? Nope. Avery just wanted help folding this massive quilt she’d just washed. That’s it. No emergency, no crisis—just a quilt. But when I finished the call and went to see what was up, she was upset. Like, full-on cold shoulder, silent treatment, the whole nine yards. Her argument was that I should’ve put Jordan on hold to deal with the quilt situation immediately.

My argument? Uh, no? It was a work call, even if it was with a friend, and folding laundry isn’t exactly a code blue.

Now it’s been a full day, and she’s still giving me the frostier-than-a-yeti’s-backside treatment. So, Reddit, am I the jerk here for not dropping everything to fold a quilt?

Another User Comments:

NTJ, my dude. You had zero way of knowing whether Avery was signaling about a legit emergency or just, like, the location of the last Pop-Tart in the box. And honestly? A quilt can wait. It’s not like it was gonna unravel itself if you took five more minutes to finish your call.

That said, Avery’s reaction—while over the top—might be about something deeper.

Maybe she’s feeling neglected because your job eats up so much time, and this was her weird way of snapping. The silent treatment isn’t cool, though. Instead of stewing, she should’ve just said, “Hey, I miss you, can we carve out some time?” My advice? Sit her down, feed her some takeout, and ask what’s really bugging her. And maybe schedule a date night before she starts communicating entirely in passive-aggressive Post-its.

Another User Comments:

YTJ, but softly. Look, I get it—you were in work mode, and folding a quilt isn’t life-or-death. But marriage is about reading the room, and Avery was clearly trying to get your attention.

A simple “Hey, one sec” to Jordan and a quick “What’s up?” to your wife would’ve taken two seconds and avoided this whole mess.

Yeah, the silent treatment is immature, but so is acting like your wife’s feelings are an inconvenience. She’s not a coworker; she’s your partner. Next time, just pause for a second to check in. It’s not about the quilt—it’s about feeling like you prioritize her sometimes.

Another User Comments:

NTJ, and I’m side-eyeing Avery hard here. If my partner interrupted a work call—especially in medicine—to demand I fold laundry, I’d lose it.

You’re not a mind reader, and her expectation that you drop everything for non-urgent stuff is unfair.

That said, the silent treatment is a red flag. Healthy relationships don’t run on guilt trips. She’s allowed to be annoyed, but shutting down for a full day over a quilt? Nah. You two need to talk this out, because if she’s holding onto resentment, it’ll just keep bubbling up over dumb stuff.

Another User Comments:

ESH. You for not at least acknowledging Avery with a “Give me a minute” gesture, and her for expecting you to psychically know the quilt was her top priority.

Communication goes both ways. She could’ve texted you or waited until you were off the phone. You could’ve signaled that you’d be right there.

The silent treatment is childish, but so is pretending like your wife’s signals were irrelevant. Marriage is teamwork, and you both kinda dropped the ball here.

Another User Comments:

NTJ, but hear me out: this isn’t about the quilt. It’s about attention. Avery probably feels like she’s competing with your job for your time, and this was her breaking point. Doesn’t make her reaction okay, but it explains it.

Instead of arguing over who was right, try asking, “Hey, do you feel like I’m not present when I’m home?” Because I’d bet money this quilt drama is just the tip of the iceberg.

Fix that, and the laundry battles will vanish.

Today was one of those days where everything went sideways. I was in Mr. Solomon’s class—this guy’s known for being a total grump, like the human version of a Monday morning. We weren’t even doing anything important, just some filler worksheet, so I raised my hand and asked to go to the restroom.

For context, I’d just gotten my period, and it was not playing nice. But Solomon? He just gave me this look like I’d asked to borrow his car. “Oh, so you HAVE to go?” he said, all sarcastic, loud enough for the whole class to hear.

Cue the snickering. I tried to stay calm and said, “Yeah, it’s kind of urgent,” but he just waved me off with a “No, sit down.”

At this point, the room was dead silent, and I could feel my face burning. So, yeah, I snapped. “Well, would you rather I bled all over your white chair?” The class gasped, Solomon turned red, and finally he let me go. When I got back, he was still glaring at me like I’d kicked his dog. Now I’m wondering if I overreacted. AITJ?

Another User Comments:

NTJ, not even a little.

The fact that a grown man teaching teenagers doesn’t grasp basic biology is embarrassing—for him, not you. Periods aren’t some mysterious female curse; they’re a normal bodily function, and sometimes they’re messy. What if you’d been bleeding through your clothes? Would he have preferred that spectacle instead?

And let’s talk about power trips. Teachers who refuse bathroom breaks are on one. It’s not like you were asking to leave for fun—you had a legitimate need. What’s next, denying kids water because “they should’ve drank it earlier”?

Report him.

Seriously. Not every girl would’ve stood up for herself like you did, and that’s exactly why this needs to be addressed. If he’s comfortable humiliating a student over something this basic, who knows what else he’d pull?

Another User Comments:

Okay, hot take: ESH. Yeah, the teacher was a jerk, no question. But was the chair comment necessary? I get you were stressed, but there’s a line between standing up for yourself and being outright rude. You could’ve just said, “It’s a medical emergency,” and left it at that.

That said, Solomon is absolutely in the wrong for denying you in the first place.

Schools need better policies for this stuff. Maybe if teachers weren’t allowed to play bathroom dictators, kids wouldn’t feel backed into a corner. Still, escalating to sarcasm in front of the whole class? Not the best move.

Another User Comments:

NTJ, and anyone saying otherwise is missing the point. Since when do teachers get to veto basic bodily functions? You weren’t asking to go smoke in the bathroom—you were handling a health issue.

And let’s be real: if a male teacher can’t handle the word “period” without mocking a student, he shouldn’t be teaching teens.

This is why we need more education about menstruation in schools, for everyone.

Side note: your comeback was iconic. Don’t let anyone make you feel bad for it.

Another User Comments:

Y’all are wild for acting like this is no big deal. YTJ, sorry. There’s a way to handle things without being disrespectful. You could’ve asked to speak to him privately, gone to the nurse, or even written a note. Instead, you chose to make a scene.

Yeah, Solomon sounds like a nightmare, but two wrongs don’t make a right. Now you’ve got a target on your back, and for what?

A moment of satisfaction? Not worth it.

Another User Comments:

NTJ, and I’m baffled by anyone defending the teacher. Since when is “no bathroom breaks” part of the curriculum? Schools act like kids are inmates sometimes.

Also, the double standard is insane. If a guy had to run to the bathroom for any reason, no one would blink. But a girl mentions her period, and suddenly it’s “inappropriate” or “dramatic.” Newsflash: it’s not.

Report Solomon. And if the school does nothing, go higher. This is discrimination, plain and simple.

Last November, my kid, Aiden (6), and I moved in with my partner, Dylan, and his three teenagers—Zane (17), Sierra (16), and Milo (14). Dylan also has three older kids who are either in college or living on their own. Things have been pretty smooth so far, and I get along really well with his kids, especially Sierra. Dylan has had full custody for a while now since their mom moved across the country with her new husband.

Sierra adores Aiden, and they’ve got this awesome sibling-like bond. She’s always happy to watch him for me when I need a hand, usually for like 20 minutes to a couple hours.

If it’s going to be longer and neither Dylan nor I are around, I take him to my mom’s place. Whenever Sierra babysits, I make sure to show my appreciation—sometimes with a coffee, sometimes with a little treat, just to say thanks.

Last weekend, Dylan and I had a day trip planned, but my mom couldn’t take Aiden. Sierra offered to watch him, and Dylan said it was fine. We left around 10 AM and didn’t get back until around 2 AM—way longer than usual.

The next day, I brought up giving Sierra $150 for watching Aiden all day. Dylan shut it down immediately.

His argument? “You wouldn’t pay your mom, so why pay her?” He also said her older siblings never got paid for watching her when they were younger, and that “looking after family is just what you do.” He didn’t want her expecting payment every time and was worried it would cause drama with the boys. After some back-and-forth, he reluctantly said I could give her $20 if I really wanted to.

I ended up giving Sierra the full $150 anyway but told her not to flash it around where Dylan would notice. She’s got a job, so it’s not like he’d question her having extra cash.

But yeah, I caved last night and told him what I did. Now he’s upset, saying I undermined him as a parent and made him look bad since she now knows he didn’t want her to get paid. Was I wrong for going behind his back? I feel like she earned it—it was a full day of babysitting, and it’s not like Aiden is her actual brother.

Another User Comments:

Honestly? Dylan is being ridiculous. Just because his older kids didn’t get paid doesn’t mean Sierra shouldn’t. Times change, and so do expectations. She’s not a built-in babysitter—she’s a teenager with her own life, job, and responsibilities.

Sixteen hours is a huge chunk of time, and $150 is more than fair.

That said, telling her to hide it from him was a bad move. You’re teaching her that it’s okay to keep secrets from her dad, which isn’t a great dynamic. You should have stood your ground and paid her openly. If Dylan has a problem with it, that’s on him—not you.

Also, side note: just because your mom watches Aiden for free doesn’t mean Sierra has to. Grandparents often want to help out, but a teenager? She’s got better things to do than unpaid labor.

Another User Comments:

Nah, you’re not the jerk here.

Dylan is being cheap and controlling. Babysitting for 16 hours is a job, not a favor. If Sierra had spent that time working an actual shift, she would have made way more than $150.

The whole “family helps family” thing only goes so far. Yeah, siblings pitch in, but this wasn’t a quick errand—it was an entire day. And the fact that Dylan is more worried about his sons being “jealous” than his daughter being fairly compensated says a lot.

The only misstep was the secrecy. You should have just handed her the cash and told Dylan to deal with it. Now it’s turned into this weird power struggle.

Another User Comments:

I’m torn.

On one hand, Dylan is way out of line expecting Sierra to babysit for free. On the other, going behind his back wasn’t cool.

Here’s the thing: Sierra chose to help. She wasn’t forced. But that doesn’t mean she shouldn’t be rewarded. Dylan needs to understand that fairness isn’t about treating everyone the same—it’s about recognizing effort.

Also, the jealousy argument is weak. If the boys want to earn money, they can babysit too. Problem solved.

Another User Comments:

Dylan is being a total hypocrite. If he’s so big on “family helping family,” why isn’t he paying Sierra himself?

Oh, right—because it’s your kid, not his. Convenient.

You were right to pay her, but the secretive part was messy. Next time, just be upfront: “This is what I’m paying her. If you disagree, you can reimburse me.”

Another User Comments:

ESH except Sierra and Aiden. Dylan for acting like his daughter’s time is free labor, and you for handling it sneakily.

Paying her was the right call, but the way you did it created unnecessary drama. Now Dylan is digging his heels in, and Sierra’s stuck in the middle.

Pro tip: Sit down with Dylan and set clear expectations.

If he still refuses to budge, maybe reconsider how much unpaid labor you’re okay with his kids providing.

I (34F) have a brother, Brian (29M), and his daughter, Katie (12F), who has ADHD. The plan was for them to stay with me for a few days to celebrate Katie’s birthday.

Brian gave me a heads-up that Katie would bring some fidget toys since they help her focus. I was cool with that—I just asked that she not leave them scattered everywhere. I’m pretty particular about keeping my place clean because, growing up, my house was always a disaster, and I hated it.

When they showed up, I realized one of Katie’s “fidget toys” was that gross slime stuff.

She was already squishing it in her hands when she walked in. Look, I hate slime. It gets everywhere, it’s sticky, and it’s a nightmare to clean. I asked if she had anything else to use, but she said she forgot her other fidget stuff at home.

I didn’t want her to feel bad, and since I’m autistic, I totally get the need for stimming tools. I offered her some of mine, but she said no—she only likes her own stuff. Fair enough. I told her the slime was fine, but it had to stay in her room (which has hardwood floors, thank god).

Cut to day two.

Katie comes up to me, crying, saying she got slime on the floor. I figured it was in her room—annoying, but manageable. Nope. She leads me to my bedroom, and there’s a glob of neon green slime smushed into my carpet.

I didn’t yell, but I was irate. Not just about the mess, but because she knows my room is off-limits. I told her to leave, cleaned it up myself, but the dye left a stain.

I told Brian they’d have to stay in a hotel for the rest of the trip. I offered to split the cost, but he refused. The rest of the visit was fine—Katie had a great birthday—but Brian is still mad at me for “overreacting” over a “simple mistake.”

AITJ?

Another User Comments:

YTJ, no question.

Look, I get it—you like things clean, and slime is disgusting. But she’s twelve and has ADHD. Impulse control isn’t exactly her strong suit. She didn’t do it on purpose, and she told you about it instead of hiding it. That’s a kid who’s trying.

Kicking them out over a stain is extreme. You could’ve just banned slime for the rest of the trip and moved on. Instead, you made a kid feel like she ruined everything over an accident. And your brother? He’s probably hurt because it sends the message that your house is more important than your family.

Kids mess up.

Neurodivergent kids especially mess up. If you can’t handle that, don’t invite them over. But don’t act like she committed some unforgivable crime.”

Another User Comments:

“NTJ. Your house, your rules. You set a very clear boundary—slime stays in her room. She ignored it, and it resulted in damage. That’s not a ‘whoopsie,’ that’s a consequence.

And let’s be real, Brian should’ve double-checked her bag. If your kid relies on specific tools, you make sure they’re packed. He dropped the ball, not you.

Also, you didn’t ruin the trip.

You still did birthday stuff, you just moved the sleeping arrangements. That’s a reasonable compromise. If Brian is salty, that’s on him.

Another User Comments:

Soft YTJ. I have ADHD, and at 12, I was a walking disaster. Rules? What rules? My brain was too busy short-circuiting over random thoughts.

You’re not wrong for being upset, but kicking them out was too much. A better move would’ve been to sit Katie down and explain why the rule existed. ‘Hey, slime stains are hard to clean, and my room is my space—that’s why it’s off-limits.’ Kids understand cause and effect way better when it’s explained, not just enforced.

Also, your brother’s reaction is weird.

Why’s he acting like hotels are a punishment? They’re just… beds that aren’t yours.

Another User Comments:

NTJ. As someone with autism, I completely get the need for controlled environments. Your home is your safe space, and having it violated—even accidentally—is stressful as heck.

Katie’s ADHD isn’t her fault, but it’s also not an excuse for Brian to shrug off responsibility. He should’ve prepped better, and he should’ve backed you up when the rule was broken.

You handled it maturely—no yelling, still made sure she had a good birthday.

The hotel thing wasn’t a punishment; it was a practical solution.

Another User Comments:

YTJ, but not a huge one. Yeah, the slime thing sucks, but you escalated way too fast. A stain isn’t the end of the world, and you could’ve just said, ‘No more slime in the house, period.’

Instead, you made a kid feel like she wasn’t welcome. That’s gonna stick with her way longer than the stain sticks to your carpet.

Also, side note: if you’re gonna host neurodivergent kids, maybe invest in some washable rugs. Saves everyone the headache.

I’m Alice (21F), an international student who’s been grinding in England for the past four years. Graduation’s in two months, and I’m stoked—except for one tiny, massively annoying hiccup. My uni’s got this rule where each grad only gets two tickets for the actual ceremony hall (usually for mom and dad). Any extra guests get parked outside in a tent with a livestream. Not ideal, but hey, rules are rules.

I’ve got an older brother, Ben, and my dad, Malik, initially offered to give his ticket to him since we’re super close.

But I shut that down fast—I want both my parents inside. Ben’s cool with hanging outside with my partner, Ethan (23M), making it four guests total.

Then, three days ago, Ethan drops this bomb: his mom, Sophia, wants to come. And not just come—she wants to be in the main hall. Now, Sophia and I get along great, so I was pumped she wanted to be there. But when I explained the ticket situation, she hit me with, “Oh, but Ethan said your dad was giving up his spot?” Yeah, no. I told her Malik was only willing to give his ticket to Ben, not to someone outside the family.

She got all huffy and said if she couldn’t be inside, she wouldn’t come at all.

Honestly, that stung. Like, you’d rather skip the whole thing than just be there for me? My parents are Nigerian, and graduations are a HUGE deal for us—I’m the first in my family to get a degree. I tried explaining that, but she’d already made up her mind.

I called Ethan to see if he could talk sense into her, but nope. He actually had the nerve to say, “Well, if your dad was willing to give up his ticket, he must not care that much.” EXCUSE ME?

I told him that was ridiculous and, in the heat of the moment, rescinded Sophia’s invite. Now Ethan’s refusing to come altogether, saying I “disrespected” his mom.

Look, I get that uninviting her might’ve been harsh, but was I wrong to stand my ground? I don’t want to burn bridges with Sophia—she’s been awesome to us—but this feels like a weird power play. Ethan’s acting like I’m the villain here. Am I?

Another User Comments:

Nah, you’re not the jerk here. Sophia basically uninvited herself when she pulled the whole “if I can’t be in the main hall, I’m not coming” thing.

That’s some next-level entitlement. And Ethan? Dude’s being ridiculous. Your dad offering his ticket to your brother is COMPLETELY different than handing it over to your partner’s mom. Like, come on.

Also, why did Ethan even tell her your dad might give up his spot? That’s just setting her up for disappointment. You didn’t do anything wrong—of course you want your parents there! This is your moment, and if they can’t respect that, that’s on them. Don’t let them guilt-trip you.

And congrats on graduating! Don’t let this drama ruin what should be an amazing day.

Another User Comments:

Okay, let’s break this down.

Sophia’s acting like she’s entitled to a ticket over your actual parents? That’s wild. And Ethan’s reaction is a major red flag. If he’s this quick to side with his mom over something this trivial, imagine what happens when you’re dealing with bigger stuff—like, say, wedding planning or buying a house.

You were right to prioritize your parents. Full stop. If Sophia wants to throw a tantrum instead of just being there to support you, that’s her loss. And honestly, Ethan should be backing you up, not adding fuel to the fire.

Think long and hard about whether this is the kind of dynamic you want in your life.

You deserve someone who’s got your back, not someone who’s gonna bail because mommy’s feelings got hurt.

Another User Comments:

Soft YTJ for uninviting her, but only because it escalated things unnecessarily. You could’ve just stuck to “sorry, the tickets are for my parents” and left it at that. But Sophia’s definitely the bigger jerk here for making this about her.

That said, Ethan’s being a total tool. His mom’s disappointment doesn’t trump your right to have YOUR family at YOUR graduation. And his logic about your dad “not caring” is just… wow.

No.

Maybe try reaching out to Sophia one more time—not to apologize, but to say you’d love her there if she’s willing to come. If she still refuses, then you know where you stand with her.

Another User Comments:

This whole thing is so frustrating. Graduation tickets are like gold dust, and everyone acts like they’re owed one. You’re not the jerk for wanting your parents there. That’s literally the default.

Sophia’s being manipulative, and Ethan’s enabling her. The fact that he’s now refusing to come? That’s emotional blackmail. You might wanna ask yourself if this is the kind of guy you want by your side when life gets messy.

And hey, congrats on graduating!

Don’t let their nonsense dim your shine.

Another User Comments:

Honestly, ESH (but you only a tiny bit). Sophia for obvious reasons, Ethan for being a mama’s boy, and you for snapping and uninviting her. But I get why you did it—this whole thing is exhausting.

At the end of the day, it’s your graduation. Your rules. If they can’t handle that, they can stay home. But maybe cool off and see if there’s a way to smooth things over before the big day. Life’s too short for pointless drama.

I’m (M32) one of three siblings—my older brother, Calvin (M38), and my younger sister, Sienna (F24). We’ve always been tight, but Sienna and I are especially close. We share the same mom but have different dads. Calvin and I know our fathers, but Sienna’s dad dipped when she was five, and she’s never heard from him since. Our mom passed away from breast cancer six years ago, and it hit Sienna the hardest. She used to joke about being an orphan, but honestly, she struggled with depression for a long time after.

These days, though, she’s doing way better.

I work as a senior manager at a major airline, and one of the perks is flight benefits. I added Sienna to my list, so she flies for free. She’s been traveling nonstop, soaking up her twenties, and honestly? It makes me so happy. She’s visiting all the places our mom never got to see because she had us young and never had the chance.

Now, here’s the thing—I’m engaged to my partner, Aria (F30), and she’s got a son, Leo (M7). Leo’s dad isn’t really in the picture, so I’ve stepped up as a father figure, no problem.

When I told Aria she’d be added to my flight benefits after we’re married, she immediately asked, “What about Leo?” I explained that my account maxes out at four people—my dad, Calvin, Sienna, and now her. No room left. She wasn’t thrilled.

Then she suggested I take Sienna off the benefits because “she doesn’t even work” and “should start paying her own way.” Yeah, that rubbed me the wrong way. Sure, Sienna doesn’t have a job right now, but she’s in grad school and lives off the inheritance Mom left us.

She’s not some freeloader. I told Aria that was ridiculous because I get eight buddy passes a year—if we want to take Leo somewhere, we can just use one of those, and his ticket would cost, like, $70 max. She still thinks I’m being unfair by not prioritizing Leo over Sienna, but honestly? He’s in elementary school. He’s not gonna be jet-setting solo anytime soon. So, AITJ?

Another User Comments:

NTJ. Buddy passes exist for a reason, and a seven-year-old isn’t exactly booking flights to Bali on his own. Your fiancée’s reaction feels over the top, especially since you’ve already offered a solid alternative.

Also, her dig at your sister is a red flag. Sienna’s situation isn’t her business, and the fact that she’s pushing you to cut her off is weirdly controlling. Like, why is she so pressed about your sister’s travel habits? This feels like a power move, and you should pay attention to whether this kind of thing happens often. If she’s this dismissive of your family now, it might get worse after you’re married.

Also, let’s be real—flight benefits are a privilege, not a right. Aria’s acting like Leo’s entitled to them, but he’s a kid who’ll travel with you guys anyway.

The buddy pass system is more than fair. Stand your ground on this one, and maybe have a deeper convo about why she’s so fixated on “punishing” Sienna for not having a job. School is a job, and inheritance is literally meant to be used. Weird hill for her to die on.

Another User Comments:

Soft YTJ, but not for the reason you think. You’re not wrong about the flight benefits—logically, it makes zero sense to add a child who won’t use them independently. But the way you framed it to Aria probably made her feel like you don’t see Leo as “real” family.

She’s likely insecure about blending your lives, and this came off as you prioritizing your bio family over hers.

Instead of just saying “no,” try reassuring her that Leo will always be included in trips—just via buddy passes. Maybe even promise to revisit the benefits when he’s older if your airline policy allows it. And yeah, her comment about Sienna was out of line, but this might be less about flights and more about her needing to feel like you’re all-in on being a dad to Leo. Talk it out without getting defensive.

Another User Comments:

YTJ, but only slightly.

Look, I get where you’re coming from, but you’re missing the bigger picture. Aria isn’t just mad about the flights—she’s testing whether you’ll treat Leo the same as your “real” family. And right now, you’re failing that test.

It doesn’t matter that he’s seven. Symbolically, leaving him off the benefits sends a message that he’s less important. Could you swap someone else out temporarily? Maybe your dad or brother doesn’t fly as much as Sienna? Or ask HR if there’s flexibility for dependents? You’re digging in your heels without trying to compromise, and that’s gonna build resentment.

Also, Aria’s comment about Sienna was harsh, but you dismissing her concerns entirely isn’t great either.

Marriage means blending families, and you both need to work on that.

Another User Comments:

NTJ, and Aria needs to chill. Flight benefits are a workplace perk, not a family loyalty test. You’re already stepping up as a dad to Leo—that’s what matters. The fact that she’s fixating on this instead of appreciating what you are doing is a bad sign.

And the audacity to call Sienna a freeloader? Nah. Your sister’s grieving, studying, and using resources your mom left her. That’s not laziness—it’s smart. If Aria can’t respect your bond with Sienna, that’s a way bigger issue than flight privileges.

Stand firm.

If she keeps pushing, ask why she’s so eager to drive a wedge between you and your sister.

Another User Comments:

ESH. You’re both being stubborn. Aria shouldn’t have attacked Sienna, but you’re also dismissing her feelings. Instead of arguing logistics, try empathy. She wants Leo to feel included, and you’re stuck on technicalities.

Solution? Propose a trial period. Track how often Leo would’ve used the benefits vs. buddy passes. If it’s negligible, show her the data. If not, revisit the convo. And apologize for snapping about Sienna—but make it clear that kind of comment crosses a line.

Marriage is about teamwork, and right now, you’re both playing for opposing sides.

Fix that first.

I hit the gym yesterday, ready to crush my workout, and the second I walked in, I was hit with this ear-splitting shrieking. At first, I figured it was some rusty machine or maybe a dying treadmill belt, but nope. I get upstairs, and there’s this tiny human—let’s name him Cameron—having an absolute meltdown by the dumbbells. And I mean full-volume, horror-movie-scream levels of noise. This kid was going for an Oscar in Most Disruptive Performance.

The mom, who I’ll call Olivia, was doing deadlifts like nothing was happening, and some dude, let’s say Ethan, was spotting her. I assumed he was her trainer until things got weird. Olivia actually set up a playpen between two machines, blocking them off like she owned the place. Cameron kept screaming for what felt like an eternity—I swear, time moved slower just to spite me. Two people walked in, took one look at the chaos, and noped out immediately.

I tried to tough it out, but after an hour of Cameron’s vocal cords destroying my sanity, I gave up. My headphones were useless. I even went downstairs to the other workout room, and still heard him. The kicker? The gym rules are plastered everywhere: no kids under 13. But not a single employee said a word.

I didn’t complain at the time because I thought, Maybe Olivia’s a single mom, and Ethan’s just her trainer. Maybe her babysitter flaked. But as I was leaving, I saw Ethan bouncing Cameron like a hype man at a concert and planting kisses on him. So… definitely the dad. Which begs the question: why bring your kid to a place where they’re not allowed and let them ruin everyone else’s time?

Would I be out of line if I complained to the staff today? They’ve got cameras—they can check the footage and see the whole circus for themselves.

Another User Comments:

Honestly, you’re totally justified. Gyms are not daycare centers, and it’s wild that Olivia and Ethan thought it was okay to let Cameron turn the place into his personal scream zone. It’s not just about the noise—it’s a safety hazard. Kids don’t belong around heavy weights, moving machines, or sweaty adults trying to focus. What if Cameron had wandered off and gotten hurt? ... Click here to continue reading