For context, my little brother had dropped his phone behind my bed, and they couldn't get it out, so my parents ripped my bed and room apart to help him.

I was busy lifting a massive table down four flights of stairs. She sent me an UberXL that she was monitoring. Also, my phone was off, and I forgot to turn it on before I left. This was the result. The Uber driver said she blew him up too with texts about not knowing how to call the police here (we just moved to another country). I am a grown adult. And I was a 15-minute drive away.

Mom and I have been estranged for almost 4 years now. In the New Year, we decided to work on our relationship and even seek therapy to help us. I think things are okay, and then, tonight, this.

He doesn't trust me at all and says it can't see into my room at all, and the camera can get audio.

She also told me that she was literally going to kill me and that I was a coward for not telling her. That sexual intercourse is a normal thing, so I should have just told her that. She also told the baby, who is under 5, to tell me how much I hurt her, told all of Facebook how I lied and told all of my family and cousins. All in the span of five weeks.

This was by far the worst incident. I was in 2nd grade, 7-8 years old, and just went through some of the worst traumas of my life. However, my mom was more worried about going to Vegas than my health.

I woke up this morning to the news from my husband that when my dad couldn’t find a plunger, he used one of the better spatulas as a poop knife, and that I had to talk to him about it.

I tried to stop him from doing it for days, but he just wouldn't listen. He also pruned our grapevine for the same reason. Fortunately, it lived.

I feel good with my level-headed and assertive response. The thumbs down sent me.

Then he got a PS4 and was only allowed to keep it if everyone else in the house could use it. She will literally find any reason to start an argument.

My mom popped all my Keurig coffee pods, almost the entire box’s worth, because "they were too full and it was kind of annoying to close the drawer." I would have just put them back in the box they came in if she asked. They’ll all go stale now, and she doesn’t see the problem.

I woke up this morning to this message and was surprised and confused to learn my parents had planned a family vacation and hadn’t told me anything about it.
The only conversation that I can vaguely recall about this had to have happened weeks ago. My dad mentioned it like it was something they wanted to do but hadn’t solidified yet. I told them something along the lines of, "Yeah, that sounds fun! Just let me know the dates that you’re planning to go so I can be sure to have work off so I can make it."
Radio silence for weeks, then this pops up in the family group chat. My parents are already at the resort. I called them to figure out what was up, and they claimed that they told me verbally, and that should have been enough.
Also, I’m apparently the only one of my siblings who was out of the loop, so that kind of stings.
What’s frustrating is that I had today off from work, and I could have made it up with them if I had known about it and hadn’t decided to pick up an extra shift, assuming that I had nothing going on that day. My parents and I live ten minutes away from each other, so going up together wouldn’t have been any hassle at all if I had only known this was going on!
Luckily, it’s only an hour and a half away, so I can still make it.

I left this in the oven for 3 minutes while I ran my kid a bath. My dad decided he would fix the perfect meal by slapping slices of cheap cheese on top.

Because, you know, God forbid, I consume something I paid for with my own money. Yet supposedly she is working on becoming a "better" person. 

My 60-year-old dad is living with me (a 30-year-old female) at the moment. I was out of town for several days and came home to a spatula next to my cat’s litter box. The actual litter scoop was in the small closet (pictured) in plain sight. He didn’t call or ask about the location.

My father and I have separate medicine pouches. But this time, when he filled out his prescription, he ended up putting his medications in my pouch.
His metformin looks exactly like my lithium, and since those are the only round, white tablets in my pouch, I took two without checking. I only realized I took the wrong medications because they weren't bitter like lithium.
Luckily, nothing really happened with 1000 mg of metformin except for an upset stomach the next day.