I (F21) moved in with my boyfriend a while ago and it didn’t go well with my parents (they are toxic, especially my mother). They don’t approve of him yet he takes care of me so well. We have an opportunity to open our own business and wanted to rent a place near YCK (my parent are living in Jurong) but when I mentioned it they got so mad and they don’t approve of what career I have chosen for myself (nail technician).

I’m scared that when I tell them they would try to talk me out of it and try to force me to move back to them and I’m scared I will lose my relationship with them and that it can’t be fixed again.

How do I tell them without them being disappointed in me or anyone getting badly hurt?

Here is what netizens think:

• I would be concerned if my daughter wanted to be a nail technician as well. cause it does not exactly make much, but since you say u are opening a business. I only can wish you well

• Where you live, would it give you enough money to live on, if you were single? I’m not saying that you and your partner will necessarily break up, but people get sick, businesses close etc

• If you and he are comfortable with the financial situation, that’s your business, not theirs or anyone else’s. But if you want them to “approve”, do make sure that you can at least make ends meet.

• What would be the least desirable scenario for you- your parents cutting off contact, or not being able to be with your boyfriend? If your parents insist that you give up their plan for you, what will you say to them? I would know your answer to that decision before you talk to them, if you’re fairly certain that it’s a possibility.

A man shared his story of how he gave his girlfriend the ultimate revenge after catching her cheating.

Here is the story:

A week before my birthday, I met my friend in Bugis area to have a meal. We were bored so we took a long slow walk to Chijmes while talking about our school days.

When I walked into the courtyard area I saw my girlfriend there taking a selfie. I wanted to call her out but my friend stop me in time.

After she took her selfie she ran into the arms of a guy and his arms were around her and they continued walking around like a romantic date. I wanted to confront her but my friend suggest me to take some photos and videos but don’t make a scene in public.

My friend managed to hold me down and he brought me to a bar out of Chijmes to drink.

We sat down and he said that he has hatched the ultimate revenge plan for me.

The next day, my girlfriend asked what I wanted for my birthday and I said I want her to make me a chocolate cake.

One day before my birthday, she started to make the chocolate cake batter and when she was almost done, I text my friend to call her so she will be distracted and go into the room to pick up her phone, I already took a huge dump earlier in that day and kept it in a zip lock bag to seal in the flavour.

I pick a small portion of my poop and mixed it into the mixture, I further added vanilla essence to cover up the smell.

She did not notice as I knew she have no heart to bake this cake at all, she finished baking it and put it in the fridge.

The next day, the usual happy birthday song and we started slicing the cake. She said the birthday boy should eat first. but I said “I love you so much, its your hard work for making the cake, please have a big bite first please.”

After she had the cake, I asked her if it was delicious and she said “not bad at all”.

I then asked why she poop all over our relationship by cheating on me, she scream and denied and said that I was crazy. I then showed the photo to her face and she stuns in silence.

I said “Thanks for pooping on our relationship and hope you enjoy eating some poop, your luggage has been packed please get out now.”

She cried and left silently.

During my secondary school years, my friends would often express envy at the idea of me living in a terraced house.

My parents owned two properties – one was a terraced house inherited from my grandparents, and the other was a condominium they purchased. They made the choice to assign the terraced house to my elder brother and move to the condominium when he got married. Before this transition, the condominium was leased out, and my brother was responsible for collecting the monthly rent.

As the youngest daughter, I initially believed I would also receive a share in the condominium. However, I was mistaken. My mom clarified, “Our responsibility was to raise you to adulthood and provide you with a proper education. The properties are our assets, and we have the discretion to determine their distribution. Ultimately, the condominium will go to my brother.” Our parents allocate a considerable sum of money to assist in our brother’s education in Australia, while I have only attained a nursing diploma. They indicated that there are limited funds left after this support.

I should also mention that about ten years ago, my brother faced financial difficulties, incurring losses of around $500k in the Singapore penny stocks. At the peak of his investment journey, he amassed nearly $5 million by investing in just a few stocks. He proudly showcased the value of his shares to all our relatives by sharing screenshots. My parents helped him clear his debts, and I contributed $100k from my personal savings with help from my husband to support him. However, when I visited my parents, my mother often hinted to depart after just an hour, giving the impression that she didn’t appreciate my presence in her house.

I was deeply hurt by the unfair treatment I experienced, leading to heated disputes with my parents. During Chinese New Year, my parents would give my brother’s children $2000 in ang bao money, while my own children received only $50. They praised my brother for his filial care and support.

At numerous family gatherings, my parents and my brother’s family would begin eating before the agreed-upon meeting time, leaving my family with only leftovers or cold dishes when we arrived. When we eventually caught on to their strategy and arrived earlier with our kids in tow, we were sometimes referred to as ‘khiam-png’.

As time went by, my father’s health deteriorated, and they requested that I return home to care for them, knowing that I worked as a nurse. I resigned from my job to attend to my father until his passing. During his last three years, I had no income and solely depended on my savings and my husband’s income as a teacher. I purchased many tonics, healthcare products, and daily necessities for him. However, he did not leave me with any substantial inheritance, except for $10k in cash as compensation for my caregiving. My brother inherited all of my father’s assets, including the terraced house, condominium, CPF, shares investments, fixed deposits, and cash. After a series of family conflicts and mistreatment, I made the difficult decision to sever ties with both my mother and brother.

Now, with my mother’s health declining, my brother paid me a visit, hoping I would return to take care of our mother. He implored our relatives, “We were all nurtured in our mother’s womb for ten months, and our parents raised us. We must not forget our roots. Please consider coming home for a few days to take care of mother. It is our duty as children to provide for our parents, irrespective of any disagreements.” My brother also requested that I contribute to our mother’s medical expenses and upkeep which include hiring a maid. During his visit, I responded coolly at my doorstep, stating, “Those who have received the fortune should take on the responsibility of caring for our parents in their old age. I am unable to bear this burden as I’ve been treated as a outsider,” and I further expressed, “I cannot associate with parents who have treated me in this manner; they are beyond my reach.” Both my brother and our relatives have criticized me for being an unfilial daughter.

Recently, I learned that my brother is facing financial losses in his business ventures and is in the process of selling the inherited condominium to settle his debts.

Now, I have become the street rat in the eyes of my relatives. If I resign from my job once more to care for my mother, our family will be left with a sole source of income to support the tertiary education of two children.

For context, I’ve had a tough relationship with my dad all my life. I grew up as him almost being and acting like my brother instead of my dad. He never worked and my mom paid all the bills and worked. I tried to tell her to get divorced but she never listened. As a kid I found a lot of shady things about him which cause me to even not want a relationship with him. Even when we lived under the same roof he and I hardly interacted and he never showed interest in being with me so I just ignored him. To add that I was born with a small defect causing me to get a lot of surgeries growing up, to which he never really helped me and at some points just let me to die all day on the couch while I couldn’t move. Even when he had no job he always found excuses to not be home when I had my surgeries. When I went to uni he and my mom split and I had to come back home to help my mom out.

In which I told him I never wanted to see him again and now that my mom and him were no longer a thing, I didn’t want him around me. He backed off for a bit but a few days ago he came in and trashed our home in search of whatever he could take besides what he took the first time he left the house. He left all his trash out and took some valuables my mom had. So I explored and went to where he lived, I called him and he answered.

I asked him why he did what he did, he said it was his home to so he had a right. To which I laughed and said it wasn’t his house because he didn’t pay a single thing but only my mom and its why shes the only owner of it. I asked him to come drop his keys to me. He got angry and said I was an ungrateful girl who couldn’t see what he did for me and my mom and that he had all rights to the house and that he wouldn’t give me his keys.

I again exploded and let out all my years of frustration and anger towards him and towards the end I said that when he dies or gets old, being his only daughter I wont do or feel a single thing for him. I wished him luck and told him to forget he has a daughter for the rest of his life. I then ended the call and left.

I told my mom about it and she agreed with me, but his whole family is calling me out telling me how I could talk to him that way. That I should have more respect towards him being my dad and I owe him for everything including being born. And that no matter what he did I have to forgive him and ask forgiveness.

I brushed it off a little but they keep talking to me about it and some of my moms family also said I was harsh.

Still in shock, as I’m writing this so I apologize if a lot of it doesn’t make sense. I’ve been in this relationship with a married man for two, going on three years now.

We met at work before he married his wife. We’ve always talked about getting married, having kids, etc. etc. but I never wanted any of that to happen until he left his wife.

Well, I just found out I’m pregnant.

We had slept together around September and I haven’t been able to see him since. We took all the necessary precautions like we always do. My period was late, and I started noticing some changes so I took a test. It was positive. I don’t even know what to say to him. He and his wife don’t have any kids, and they’ll be married for two years in March. I’m scared out of my mind. He has awful anxiety so I know this news is going to shake him. I’m terrified for what’s going to happen next.

It was a complete shock. I scheduled a doctor’s appointment shortly after I found out to confirm the pregnancy. I decided I’m keeping the baby. So the only thing left was to tell him.

We haven’t talked in a week when I found out. He blamed it on the fact that he is “sick” but we communicate through Whatsapp and I noticed that his Online has been going up but he’s been completely ignoring my messages. I sent him something asking him to call me when he had a chance and he did. I cried when he picked up. Maybe it’s the hormones or the fact that I’m totally terrified about going through this alone.

When I told him he was silent. He honestly didn’t say much. He asked what I wanted to do and I said I was keeping the baby, whether he liked it or not. He didn’t argue with me and that was that. He said he had to go and hung up the phone. That was three days ago.

I’m slowly accepting the fact that I will have to go through this alone. Our affair has been going on for almost three years now and this seems to have been the last straw. We haven’t talked since then. I don’t know what I expected to happen.

My mind is made up about the baby. I just hate the fact that my child may grow up thinking their father didn’t want them.

I’m a 39 yo single Mum of a 10yo. My ex-husband left when my daughter was 2 months old, took all our money, blamed me for the marriage breakdown (he was a serial manipulator through 3 yrs of our marriage) and disappeared (probably best as kid doesn’t even know him, so less stress & hurt for her). I got a good career, stable income and family support, so my life for the last 10 years was about my daughter and my job.

I had occasional dates, but nothing serious, no physical or emotional connection. I was really hurt by my ex, whom I loved very much, and it had taken a long time for me to heal, but I’m still petrified of the thought of having the same feelings for anyone else. I do have a history of anxiety and depression, so when I fall in love I tend to go overboard with being too emotional and probably overly clingy. The feeling also becomes all I think about, like an obsession, it distracts me from day to day things: work, chores, kid.

About a month ago I started seeing someone 6 years younger. We really hit it off: enjoy each other’s company, have lots of common interests, talk and text often, and this week had a very passionate first.

Now I’m finding that over the last two weeks I’ve been constantly thinking about him. It’s distracting, annoying, but I can’t do anything with myself. I have to admit that I’m falling for him, and it scares me to the point of being physically ill. I can’t concentrate on anything. And I’m starting to have self doubts – I’m not as young and attractive vs he is, what if he stops liking me when he finds out about my mental struggles, I’m not good enough – all the wonderful baggage that was engraved in my head by my ex.

So on one hand, I absolutely want to be with the man, but I’m basically afraid of how my own feelings affect me. And even more afraid about trusting again and being hurt. I’m lost as to whether I should keep it going, or for my sake (and his, of having to deal with a broken person like me) end it. What should I do?

Here are what netizens think:

Be frank with him about your baggage. If he said he’s on board and would help you out, then go for him. Life is short. Stop thinking about it too much. Things happen in the past should be a lesson for you to take precautions. At the same time, be honest about what you’re feeling to him. He’ll understand your struggle and hopefully will give you a hand.

Your dude realizes you have kids. You don’t need to have a “baggage” conversation. It is just unnecessary. It’s like planning to explain to him that you aren’t a virgin while holding your kid. Just don’t. It’s cool. It clearly isn’t a dealbreaker for him so don’t make it weird.