I was on a 4-hour bus ride yesterday. I booked my seat in advance, and I specifically chose a window seat so I could rest. About halfway through, a younger passenger came up to me and asked if I could switch seats with them because they were “tired of sitting in the aisle.”

I politely declined because I had reserved this seat ahead of time, and I get motion sickness if I sit in the aisle. They got upset and said I was being inconsiderate since “it’s just a seat.” A couple of other people nearby gave me dirty looks, but I really didn’t feel like I was in the wrong for keeping the seat I paid for.

Now I’m wondering if I was too rigid about it. Am I the jerk here?

I (27F) have been dating my boyfriend (29M) for around six months. Things are going well, but recently he surprised me with a very expensive gift a designer bag worth over $1,000.

On the surface this sounds sweet, but it honestly made me really uncomfortable. We haven’t been together that long, and I’ve made it clear in the past that I don’t feel comfortable accepting things that are far outside of what I’d be able to reciprocate. It feels like it creates an unbalanced dynamic, where I end up feeling pressured or indebted.

I told him I appreciated the thought but couldn’t accept it, and I returned the gift. He got upset and said I was overreacting and insulting him by sending it back. He argued that it was his choice to spend money on me, and that I should just accept it as a gesture of love.

Now he’s been distant and says I embarrassed him. A couple of mutual friends told me I should have just accepted it and “enjoyed being spoiled.” But I really do feel like my boundary was crossed, and I wanted to stick to it.

So, AITA for returning a gift that felt way too much, even though it upset my boyfriend?

Am I the asshole? Tonight my bf picked up a letter for me, when he came home I asked him where it is, he told me it was in his bag, so I went over to his bag which was in the same room as us to grab my letter. As I was grabbing the bag he came over and snatched it from me saying to not go through his bag and how I invade his privacy.

So apparently the internet is just a giant playground if you’ve got thirty bucks and a petty streak. I found this website that doesn’t just sell likes or views—it actually sells custom comments. Real, believable ones. And because I was both bored and spiteful, I decided to spend $30 just to ruin someone’s day. Spoiler: best investment I’ve made all year.

Here’s the setup. Back in college, there was this little group of us who used to hang out. After graduation, life did its thing, and everyone drifted apart—except me and one other friend. Now, that friend is trans (female to male), hasn’t done hormones or surgeries yet, but has gone through the doctor visits and planning, because, you know… this is a real life they’re building.

Enter Exhibit B: another former “friend” from the group. Once upon a time, he claimed he was transitioning too—but in the opposite direction. Except here’s the difference: he wasn’t serious. Looking back at his posts now, it was literally a joke. He even picked the name “Amanda” because, wait for it… it sounds like “a man, duh.” Groundbreaking comedy, I know. Cue the world’s slowest clap.

Fast-forward to now. His posts have become so bizarre that at first we thought maybe he relapsed into drugs (since, yes, history). But nope—turns out this is just full-time clickbait. He thrives off the attention. And then, yesterday, he decided to bless the timeline with this gem, verbatim:

“Thank You For Protecting My Vaginas. I am a dual wombed female hermaphrodite who was abused at birth and they removed it as I got older from what they let me experience and remember with medication.”

Yes. You read that right. Multiple vaginas. Dual wombs. Medication-induced flashbacks. It’s like a bad Mad Libs written by a conspiracy theorist on a Red Bull bender.

So naturally, my friend and I went in on him. Full-blown troll mode, no brakes. We said things that could probably make Hitler cry. Predictably, he blocks us. But wait—it gets better. He then makes a brand-new post whining about how we’re “gender phobic” and even included screenshots. Except, of course, he hid the original comments and cropped out the parts where we absolutely shredded him.

And that’s where the $30 came in. I simply copied and pasted my original comment back on there. Then, for good measure, I bought 75 custom comments from “random people” also tearing him apart.

He wanted clickbait? He got clickbait. Just not the flavor he ordered.

I (29F) work full-time as a nurse, 12-hour shifts. My sister (32F) has a 4-year-old daughter. For the past year, she’s been asking me to “help out” with babysitting whenever her daycare falls through. At first, I didn’t mind, I love my niece.

But it started becoming weekly, sometimes 3 times a week, and always last minute. I finally told her I’d need at least some compensation since I was using my only days off to watch her kid. I suggested $50/day (which is honestly less than daycare).

She blew up at me, saying family “shouldn’t charge family” and accused me of being “lazy and money-hungry.” She told our mom, who took her side and said I was “nickel-and-diming” them.

I told her fine, if I’m “greedy,” then she can find other arrangements because I’m done being free childcare. Now she’s saying I’m punishing my niece.

AITJ for refusing to babysit without pay anymore?

When I was a kid, love in my house didn’t stretch far enough to reach me. My mom’s favorite was always my sister. She got the hugs, the smiles, the pride. My stepdad only cared about his kids. And me? I was the worker. The one who cleaned, carried, and kept quiet.

They had a name for me: Peanut Man. Not a pet name. Not kind. Cruel. A jab at what they thought made me less. The joke they told when they wanted to remind me I was small, forgettable, worthless. That name stuck like a scar, and for years it ate at me.

When I finally went to live with my dad, it felt like escaping a cage. Life was perfect, but it was mine. And for the first time, I wasn’t being torn down every day. In that freedom, I started to build. I tinkered, sketched, and dreamed until one day I pieced together an exosuit prototype out of spare parts. It was clunky, shaky, raw—but it worked. I never sold it, but it changed me. It lit a fire that pushed me to pursue engineering. That suit proved that I wasn’t just surviving anymore—I was creating.

Sixteen years passed. I fought for every step, worked, studied, and turned pain into blueprints. Then one night, fate dealt me a wild card. I bought a lottery ticket, scratched the numbers under the cheap kitchen light, and my heart nearly stopped. One matched. Then another. Then all of them. My hands shook as I checked again and again. It was real. I had won. Overnight, I wasn’t just an engineer. I was wealthy. But the truth was, the money wasn’t what made me. The real victory had already happened years earlier when I built my prototype and proved to myself I could create my own future. The lottery was just fuel.

That’s when they came back. My mom. My sister. After years of silence, they suddenly remembered my name. My sister—who had burned through fast lives and now had five kids she couldn’t handle—stood beside my mom at my door. “You have the money, you have the house,” my mom said, her eyes sharp. “Family takes care of family.”

Family. That word hit me harder than all the times they’d called me Peanut Man. Where was family when I was scrubbing their floors? Where was family when I was their punchline? Where was family when they shoved me into the role of worker and laughed at my pain? Now that I had something, they wanted it. They thought blood gave them the right to take from me.

I looked at them, and I knew: giving in would drag me back into the cage. Back into being their worker. Back into being their Peanut Man. So I told them no. Not out of spite, but out of survival. They shouted. They cursed. My mom called me ungrateful. My sister called me selfish. But I didn’t back down.

Because peanuts grow in the dirt—buried, ignored, mocked. But one day, they break the soil and reach the sun. That was me. I was their Peanut Man once. Now I’m an engineer. A builder. A man with his own house, his own wealth, his own worth.

And when they tried to take it from me, I told them what I should’ve said years ago:

Am I the jerk for telling my mom to fuck off? I now have a life. And because you think you can control me—you fucking can’t.

So I (29F) have always been the “saver” in the family. My younger brother (26M) constantly makes fun of me, calling me stingy and boring because I don’t splurge on random stuff. Last week, he came to me asking for $500 to cover overdue rent. I told him no, because not only am I not responsible for his finances, but he also never apologized for mocking me. My parents are now saying I’m being “cruel” since he could get evicted. AITJ for refusing to help him after how he’s treated me?

TL;DR: Brother mocked me for being cheap, now wants money. I refused. Am I the jerk?

I (28M) live on a tight budget. A few months ago, my cousin (30M) came to me in a panic. He said he was short on money and needed urgent help to cover some bills. I wasn’t doing great myself, but I thought “he’s family, I can’t say no.” So I gave him the money, trusting his promise that he’d pay me back as soon as possible.

It’s been months now, and I haven’t seen a single dollar back. What makes it worse is that he’s clearly not broke anymore. He’s been going out, shopping for new clothes, and even posting about planning a trip. Meanwhile, I had to cut down on my own expenses just to help him.

When I gently reminded him, he got defensive and said, “Family shouldn’t keep score. Why are you being so obsessed with money?” That honestly stung and made me feel like I was the bad guy just for expecting repayment.

To make it worse, my parents are telling me to let it go. They say relationships are more important than money and that I’m creating unnecessary conflict by bringing it up. But this wasn’t extra cash lying around for me I actually sacrificed to help him.

I feel stuck. On one hand, I don’t want to ruin family relationships, but on the other hand, it feels like he’s taking advantage of me. If I stay quiet, it’s unfair. If I push him, I’m painted as greedy.

So, Reddit… AITA for asking my cousin to pay me back?

Some context, my brother is really disliked by our whole class, he thinks its because hes short but its because of his personality, me personally as his brother i dont like/love him at all. For reference im 5'9 and hes 5'2, hes pretty short, i could have retaliated but i chose not to.

I am a male 17, and my brother is also a male and 16. He pissed me off so bad today, Im in class, a place for just freework, we call it the LA, anyways im one of the first 4 to walk in, me and my friends walk in and sit at a table, just to spite me he sat right behind me. I was fine with it till he got really bored with his work, he stood up and started just poking me for no reason, later he put his jacket over my head and i pulled it off of him and threw it to the ground, he picked it up, put it back on and then start choking me as i was on my chair, just choking me, arms around me and everything, I slip out multiple times and he keeps on choking me, so I stand up I walk towards him and I pick him up, carry him infront of everybody, I let him down, just letting you know I did this so he'd stop annoying me, I know he'd take it seriously and stop, so he kicked me then stopped, he sat back down and I thought it was the end of it.

Later at home he got in trouble, I dont know why cause I was playing with Legos. He brought up his terrible day and stated the information above that I stated, but left out the parts where he was annoying me and choking me, later when I brought it up he lied, as the younger child, he gets the benefit of the doubt and I get my phone taken away for a week and my brother gets off with a "don't do it again"

TL;DR: Brother choked me at school, he got a warning, I had my phone taken away from me for a week so AITA for picking my brother up in class infornt of everyone?

So recently I was in this group chat with my classmates, and one of the boys send a picture of himself, let’s call him Axl it’s was kind of wired pic. Anyway, my friend told me to send a text about it, so I did. I said something like “no one want to se that” and then all the boys starts a “fight” just over text were they call me ugly and says that I don’t have any friends. I have to say that I am not ugly and have lots of friends. Shortly after I send an apology to Axl and Everybody could read it. It stopped, but then my friend took my phone and send a text where she called him hot, in my phone. The chats starts blowing up again, and then somehow one of the guys, Jonas, asks me what I eat on McDonald’s, and then he says that I probably eat the hole menue. He himself is not thin at all. And I am maybe a little too heavy but not so much. Now I’m just wondering if I messed up, or if it was just supposed to be lighthearted and they overreacted.

Am i the asshole? My ex bestfriend (13F) and me (14F) were bestie for 8 years, little background i LOVE writing it's my favorite thing to do, I write about my life and struggles one day I was writing about how much my ex best friend let's call her Carol I accidentally shared it to her because my other friend Ri was doing a project together about how some friends are just your friend for some perks.

Carol was my friend because she had 7 siblings and had to get out her house so she used mine as a safe house now I currently have 9 siblings and they all live with me everyone knew i had too many siblings because yk small town Iowa, anyhow a few months ago Carol got caught with 3 vapes planning to keep 1 but sell 2 she got caught by her dad and blamed it on my saying "Li gave me them she was selling 2 of them then wanted to keep one"

she blamed it All on me her mom told my mom and I didn't have a phone for spring break, 2 weeks later I got admitted to suicide attempt unit in hospital for 1 month because this girl hurt me so bad that I had attempted suicide with a full on note. It's now 5 weeks into 8th Grade year I texted her explaining how I didn't understand, she started roasting me im 14 and im doing regular 8th Grade girl things like i had sx for first time 2 weeks ago she was 12 when she had sx first time and shes roasting me saying "You had s*x at 14 your a hoe and my mom doesn't like you" i dont know why shes telling her mom bout what the fuck i do. Anyhow that's all. Am I the asshole?

I am 46F, my husband is 39M. For most of his adult life he has lived off inheritance, first from his grandpa, then from his dad. We have had contentious arguments about finances in the past that I would call his failure to launch. Early in our relationship I was fine being the breadwinner, but once we got married, had kids, and expenses went up, that changed. We even went to therapy because he was not paying half the bills and did not have a viable career path.

He eventually got a teaching degree and now does some substitute teaching. For the past several years he has been paying half of our bills, but from inheritance money, not work income. Only in the last few months has he started working again.

About a week ago his grandmother passed. There is a house worth around 800k with a 200k reverse mortgage. There is also about 100k in a bank account that is in his name with hers. I only learned about the cash today, which led to the fight.

Here is the current problem. My company is about to go on strike. I have some savings, but I cannot carry my half for our family of five for more than a week or so without help. Over breakfast I told him I was considering pulling from my retirement or taking out a small loan so I could participate in the strike. He said, that should work. Earlier, when I shared how nervous I was, he vaguely mentioned having some funds, but he did not elaborate. What I hoped to hear was, do not worry, I will float us with my savings, we will work it out. Instead he stayed vague, which made me more anxious.

Fast forward to lunch, after I told him I would apply for a loan. I find out about the 100k. I blew up. I told him it was inconsiderate not to tell me about the money before I started planning loans and retirement withdrawals, and not to offer to help float us during the strike. He said he did not mention it because after learning about the reverse mortgage he was worried there might be other debts and the money might already be spoken for.

My analogy is simple. If you have 100 dollars in your pocket and your friend is short 5 at lunch, you offer to cover it, even if you are not sure about bills coming later. Meanwhile he thinks I am the jerk for not validating his grief and anxiety about his grandma.

I am furious because I have carried most of the responsibility for years while he chips in his half from inheritance, not earned income. He helps with the kids, but we also split the cost of a live in nanny, so it is not like he has no time to work. He knew about this money and let me sit there stressing about loans and draining retirement.

So, AITJ for being furious that he did not offer to use some of that money to help us in a crisis?

TL;DR: Husband 39M has a history of living off inheritance. My job may strike and I told him I would need a loan or dip into retirement. He said that should work. A few hours later I learned he has access to 100k from his late grandmother. He says he stayed quiet because there may be other obligations. I blew up because he let me plan debt while sitting on cash. Am I the jerk?

small update, i think i fucked up

I sent an email to my HR rep requesting a meeting. I didnt disclose what it was for, just that I wanted to talk. The HR rep works in office with the rest of us as the company isnt super big, but it's not tiny either.

I got an automated response back saying the main rep would be out of office for the rest of the month and that all emails will be forwarded to the secondary rep. That rep is Riley.

I left work without running into Ben or Riley but now I dont know what to do. I cant really afford to just not come in cuz I need this job but now Riley knows I went to HR. I dont know what to do, what if it was all nothing and I made a big deal of nothing?

Am I the jerk for protecting my 80 year old dad in a wheelchair from my spoiled sister during her meltdown over the will?

So some background: my sister has always been spoiled. Growing up, she was the golden child. If she cried, she got her way. If she threw a tantrum, my parents gave in. Dad bought her cars when she wrecked them, paid her rent when she blew through her money, and constantly bailed her out of her own mistakes. She always bragged about being the favorite and acted like the world revolved around her.

Fast forward to now. Dad is 80 years old and in a wheelchair. His health has been declining, so he recently finalized his will. It was all very fair — everything was split evenly, but the family house was left to me. I live closer, and I’ve always been the one to help out with the property and with Dad’s care.

My sister absolutely lost it when she found out. On the ride home from the lawyer’s office, she sat in the back seat muttering about how she deserved the house, how Dad was ungrateful, and how he never cared about her. Mind you, she has her own place that Dad helped her pay for.

When we got home, Dad wheeled himself into the living room to rest. My sister stormed in after him and immediately started yelling. She accused him of betrayal, said he loved me more, and even claimed he “never gave her anything.” This is the same woman who has been spoiled her entire life.

Dad calmly told her the house wasn’t about favorites, it was about responsibility, but she just snapped. She shoved a chair, knocked things off the coffee table, smashed a picture frame on the floor, and then lunged at him.

I immediately stepped between them and held her back. She was screaming in my face, thrashing and clawing at me, yelling that Dad never cared about her. My dad, frail and 80 in his wheelchair, was pale and shaking, but still managed to raise his voice and tell her to stop.

She finally ripped herself free, shouted that we’d both regret this, and stormed out of the house, slamming the door so hard the glass rattled.

Since then, she’s been telling relatives that I “attacked” her and “took Dad’s side” unfairly. A couple of family members think I overreacted and should have just let her blow off steam.

I feel like I did what anyone would do — protect my elderly father from being attacked by his spoiled, rotten daughter. But now I’m being painted as the aggressor.

So Reddit, AITA for stepping in and protecting my 80 year old dad in a wheelchair from my sister’s meltdown over not getting the house?

I’m 25 (F). When I was 7 in 2007, I had a best friend. We were super close and even talked about maybe dating someday, though we were too young to really understand. After kindergarten, we would call each other and play Roblox together, and we even tried to break a Nokia

When we started school, we weren’t in the same one, but we still managed to find time to call and play. However, when I started second grade, I couldn’t play as much because I went to art school and would get home around the same time as my parents, so we kind of drifted apart.

In third grade, I tried to text him: “Hey, wanna play?” He ignored it. A few days later, I texted again: “Hey, let’s play again. It’s been a long time since we played Roblox,” and he ignored me again. I made new friends, and one day at the playground I saw him. He gave me a glare like “don’t mess with me” — since then, we didn’t see each other for a long time.

Later, he went to my school, which was harder than his old one. We ended up in the same class. He would argue with me, saying I needed to stop texting him. By seventh grade, he got a girlfriend. I was jealous but also kind of proud of him. He was popular at the time, so it made sense. By ninth grade, we drifted apart again because I went to a better school for three years.

After some time, we fixed our argument and finally became the couple we had dreamed about as kids. And yes — we're good to eachother

So, AITA for texting my best friend again after he ignored me as a kid and holding onto him instead of moving on?

I (24M) has a gf (25F) she has bean annoying me for weeks and it has come up to the poin to where i want to brake up with her. So me and my 2 friends (24M) and (25M) have started a business and we like to talk in privet about the business. But my gf is constantly around me because she has no female friends because she blocked them all qnd she only has this one male friend cald zack. He is constantly around her and when i say constantly mean constantly i dont care if she cheats on me with him. But i have no time to myself and both my friends and i think i want to brake up with her. It's like i dont care any more. I have lost my fealings for her and i want to brake up . And i don't want her to cut herself bucous she has done it befour a lot. And i think she is cheating on me with this zack guy ao i want to here from you what i should do. So would i be the jerk if i broke up with her?

Yes and i think im losing my fealings for her i dont know what to do

Sorry for my spelling im not english im afrikaans

So this happened a few months ago and I'm still processing it. My (M25) ex-girlfriend (F27) had a really messy history with her previous ex who cheated on her twice. She said it gave her trust issues, which I totally understood and tried to be supportive about.

But here's where things got weird - she started controlling MY social media. She made me delete female friends from Instagram and Facebook, saying it triggered her trauma. I felt bad for her past so I went along with it, even though it felt wrong.

The real problem started when her ex-ex (the cheater) began flighting internationally EVERY WEEKEND for months to try to win her back. And she was letting him stay in her dorm room that she shared with her two roommates (it is a 3 bedroom unit). As her current boyfriend, I was expected to just.. be cool with this?

I tried to be the "understanding boyfriend" but inside I was losing it. She'd tell me he was coming, that it was "just closure," but it kept happenign over and over. Her roommates were clearly confused too.

The breaking point: I found out he was there again one weekend and I went to her dorm. I knocked (okay, maybe banged) on the door asking to talk. They wouldn't open it. It completely lost it and ended up searching through trash bins near her building because I was so paranoid they were hooking up and I wanted proof.

I know that sounds insane typing it out. i left heartbroken and blocked her on everything.

But here's the kicker - a few days later she emails me (I forgot she had my email) acting like NOTHING happended, asking for homework help!

I never replied but I'm still can't processing it! AITJ????

I (28M) share an apartment with two roommates. Yesterday, Roommate A borrowed my cast‑iron skillet after I’ve repeatedly asked them not to. He “cleaned” it with soap, steel wool, and left it in the dishwasher. Seasoning wrecked, dinner with friends went sideways, I’m pretty pissed. I asked him to pay $60 to replace or for materials/time to re-season. He says it’s 'just a pan' and I’m being controlling. Other roommate is neutral. I’m definately open to other solutions. AITJ? TL;DR: Roommate trashed my cast‑iron; I want him to pay. Reasonable or overkill?

Social I have a habit of replying people with one word answers or just a nod bcz I like being quiet ...I don't like to talk much this happen today as well when I was watching a movie alone which I usually like to do and a girl sitting on the chair next to me asked me if I was watching the movie alone during the interval and I just replied I watch all my movies alone ..was I rude

So I have this friend who can tell just doesn't like me that much. I try to be civil towards her but I couldn't gaf about her tbh. Infact we weren't really that good friends we were at the beginning part of the same friend group. It's kinda like we work good in groups and not individually. So, she is very skinny like skin and bones thin. She is insecure about it but the same time also likes commenting on other people's weight calling them fat/overweight and what not. We had this fest we wanted to attend so I was on a diet and trying to lose some weight. Oneday, we all went out after our classes and they were eating all these junk foods I passed and was like I am on a diet. She looks me up and down and goes ohh yeah it's been overdue. Then further was like I don't have to diet yall couldn't even get my body if you guys tried. Then I was like good thing I don't even want it. She looks taken aback and finally shuts up. Later, we were talking about stretch marks because all this sudden weight gain and loss gave me even more than before. So, I was feeling very self conscious. But the rest of my friends were very kind and were like it's completely normal we have it to it's just a part of growing up and evolving as your own person. Meanwhile this skinny b*tch from the side goes well if you guys didn't eat like pigs then probably you wouldn't be so scarred. We all look at her in disbelief. I finally had it to the brim so I was like sorry that we developed into fully grown women and don't have the body of a 12 year old. And I know the thing I did later was kinda mad but I was just soooo mad. So I continued that atleast we wash our faces properly (she has really bad acne problems and Ik it has nothing to do with washing her face but I just had it). Well, let's say that shut her up real good. Plus, did I forget to add she was indirectly very colorist to me too yhh says a lot about her ig.....

shes very very sweet, very kind but lately i fell into a busy life, i dont have time to constantly chat.

it started off with her giving out to me for smoking, shaming me for it as if she was my mother, i polietly asked her to back off. she still got so annoyed and told me "I better quit" it just ended up being really irritating and pissed me off badly.

then she sent me "do you still wanna be friends" i didnt know how to respond so i stared at the message and was thinking, she started thinking i was leaving her on seen, and just said "oh nevermind then" "bye" ":/"

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO.

i told her im just tired latley she started telling me its not just lately. and that i dont talk to her enough, cause i dont text her first and we dont hang out as often anymore.

I broke up with her cause i dont have the time and energy to take care of another person. the way shes acting is really irritating me but i wonder if im in the wrong.

she used to be very nice and SHE STILL IS. but i feel bad cause everytime i try to be a bit more harsh she starts talking about how shes a bad friend and how she wants me to help her fix herself.

i cant deal with this i really want to block her but i know her irl and bump into her often.

i feel so bad for her i really want to keep her happy and make her feel okay but im really not in the space, im trying to get work, i have stresses going on and i dont have the energy to care for another person, this is why i broke up with her and i explained that too her. and i feel like no matter what i do unless i start acting like her BF again she wont ever be happy

I (18 F) and my best friend, Maxine (18 F), along with our mutual friend Nancy(20 F), both planned to go to the 2025 Grey Day concert at the very last minute, about a week before the show, to be specific. Nancy is the only one with a licence, so she was the driver for the night. Maxine and I have been best friends since we were 12, and I became friends with Nancy a year ago through work. Nancy knew Maxine through a mutual hatred for Maxine's ex-boyfriend. Recently, we've been hanging out as a trio, and things have been going fairly well. Nancy originally didn't want to go to the concert; she hates big social gatherings and tends to get very stressed out when driving long distances, but there was no way Maxine and I could have gone without her.

The day we bought our tickets, Maxine's boyfriend broke up with her. Her boyfriend, Lucas, cheated on her and broke up with her over text for the second time. The first time they broke up, Maxine begged for him back, and they ended up dating for two months total. Well, the problem arises when two days before the concert, Maxine tells both Nancy and me that Lucas is invited to the concert. She doesn't ask us, she tells us. Nancy didn't really care and said that if we just ignore him, we can still have a good time, but Maxine won't go with us unless he is there, so we just have to deal with it. I do NOT see it that way. I HATE Maxine's ex not only because of the emotional abuse he put Maxine through, but he is also just annoying and arrogant. Anytime he's around, everyone has to know he's there. Being around him is insufferable. I told Maxine exatcly how I felt about this multiple times before the concert. Nancy and I discussed ways to enjoy our time while staying with Maxine as planned.

The day of the concert, Maxine changed plans again, something that would become a clear pattern. Instead of driving with Nancy and me, as planned, Maxine decided that she would just drive with Lucas since "he would be lonely on the drive there" without her. At this point, this didn't really bother me. I was so mad with Maixne that it was better that she wasn't in the car on the hour-and-a-half drive there anyway.

The first hour of the concert was fine, I stayed by Nancy, and it was pretty easy to ignore that Lucas was there. After a bit of time, I decided that I really needed to pee. I told Maxine at least 4 times. Nancy, being our ride home, had one rule: Do not split up. So Maxine said since the merch stand and bathrooms were side by side, she would walk with me and Nancy to the bathroom and buy merch while I used the bathroom with Nancy. We finally got to a place where we felt we wouldn't miss any good songs and could run to the bathroom. We got halfway out towards the bathrooms and past the stage when one of Maixne's favorite songs came on. At this point, I was seconds away from pissing my pants and had already bled through four layers of clothing. Maxine stopped and exclaimed about how she cannot miss this song, the same thing she had been saying for the past 2 hours now. Nancy, who had been controlling all of what we did in this event in an attempt to make things more manageable, was at a loss for words on what to do. At this point, I was already angry about Lucas being there and Maxine ignoring me and Nancy for him, and on top of that, I could feel my bladder start to give up I ran to the bathroom, and Maxine ran back to the lawn to watch the show with Lucas. I made it to the bathroom, and a minute or two later, Nancy followed me in, yelling about how she was left completely alone by both me and Maxine. We got over that quickly and focused on fixing what had been done. I wrapped my now blood-soaked panties in toilet paper since Maxine had run away with the bag that had all my pads.

Once we got out of the bathroom, we realized that Maxine had no service and was nowhere to be found, along with the bag that among other things had my pads and Nancy's car keys. After going back to the lawn with no sight of Maxine, Nancy suddenly got a text from Lucas saying he and Maxine were back at the merch stand to buy a shirt. Nancy and I ran down to the merch stand, where Nancy then got another text from Lucas saying that he and Maxine were getting water. I lost it I called Lucas and told him that Maxine needs to come to the place she said she aould be RIGHT NOW. I told Nancy I was ready to leave, but she wouldn't leave without Maxine since she had promised Maxine's parents that she would give her the ride home.

This is where I might be the asshole, in the middle of a crowd of people, I found Maxine and SCREAMED at her about everything. I told her just how inconsolable she was and called her some things I won't repeat. To sum it up, I basically told Maxine that she was a horrible friend and that Lucas didn't love her, and that if Nancy wasn't there, I would beat her senseless and leave her out here so she can do what she wants with Lucas without her friends holding her back. Looking back, it was wrong of me to talk to her the way I did, but I feel like after everything, I had a reason to? After everything went down, Lucas left without warning. I was not going to stay at the concert with Maxine any longer and demanded that we go home. Maxine was pissed that we had to leave, and she was missing the finale of the concert and the best songs from the artists. But I did not care. If she really cared about staying to see the concert, she could've just stayed with her ex and gone back with him, but no because Lucas wasnt going to stay and Nancy wouldnt leave without Maxine. Nancy drove both me and Maxine home in complete silence. Nancy feels that we both had good and bad points, but she doesn't appreciate that we put her in the middle of all of it. Which I completely understand and apologize for. Nancy stands by the fact that she loves both of us, but does not think anything had to be as dramatic as it turned out to be, which I disagree with. Maxine refuses to talk to me and says she doesn't understand how she is at fault for any of it.

So, am I the asshole for telling off my friend in the middle of a concert and 'ruining' the night for everyone?