Was texting my 17-year-old daughter. She asked me if I wanted anything from the shopping center earlier. She Left school at 1 pm and I said no. She said okay. Two hours later she tells me she’s going back to the store to get slipper.

Why would she suddenly want to rush back just to get slippers when we have a perfect pair there is at home?

I asked why she just didn’t get those earlier and she told me it wasn’t on her mind. I asked her what she went to get earlier then and she told me condoms. (She’s been dating her boyfriend 18M for a year.) Glad she’s being safe. But wow. Very straightforward. Most young adults lie to their parents, I sometimes wish she would do the same to her old man lol

I’m not mad at my daughter. They’re 17 and 18. That’s what late teens do. I was just caught off guard.

Here is what netizens think:

• Honesty between a parent and child is everything. I know it must give op, as well as any good parent anxiety, but it’s really incredible for a child to feel safe enough to be honest. It takes a lot of courage and trust to develop that type of relationship. It will serve you both well. You should be proud of yourself and your daughter, Op. parents everywhere could take a lesson in respect because that’s exactly what love is. You have provided your daughter with a foundation of respect that will carry her through anything. You have gifted her self respect. It’s beautiful.

• Trust me an honest relationship is the best thing to have with a child. I have an honest relationship with my dad and we are very close although I’m nearly 30. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

• Being honest with my parents allowed us to have healthy conversations about alcohol and shit like that. Now at 18, they know what to expect me to do in college, and I will tell them if I’ve been drinking a lot and they’ll give me advice. They know I won’t be really dumb with it because we had those conversations and they shared their own stories.

So my GF smoked cigarettes before we dated and i was a big motivation for
her to end that.

I didn’t bring that up at any time, she decided that herself.

Today i called her to make sure she made it home safe and to say goodnight.

During the call she told me the following:

GF: Hey, i have to confess something to you.

Me: Yes, what is it?

GF: I smoked two cigarettes at my friend’s house.

Me: Okay, I thought you want to quit, you were on an almost 2-month streak?

GF: Yeah, I know. How do you think about that?

Me: I don’t know, you know i don’t like smoking cigarettes but you are free
to do whatever you want. You know that.

GF: Yes i know, are you mad?

Me: Why would i? I’m not particularly happy about it, but I’m not mad. Like i
said, you are free to do whatever you want to do.

GF: Okay, thank you, i love you.

What bothers me is the circumstances of why she did it. She smoked them because
“2 of her friends smoked too.”.

The thing is. I said it would not bother me. It still doesn’t, because i
hold true to my words. But I can’t stop thinking about it. I feel like she did
something bad, but i know she didn’t. Should i tell her my thoughts or let it
rest for good?

What netizens think about it:

• I’ve been on the smoking side of this in a relationship. You have to be ready to quit, not just quitting because of someone else. If you’re not, it’s a losing battle. You can either accept them, smoking and all until they figure it out, or you won’t. I tried to quit for someone because they didn’t like it, and it was doomed to fail and then I had anxiety about letting them down, and they were upset because I broke a promise when it’s literally as addicting for me as caffeine was for them. If anything, support them for whatever they choose, but if you really can’t stand it, don’t lead them onto thinking you can hold out until they quit, because it’ll just foster resentment that neither side can control.
  
• Yeah as a former smoker- your girlfriend is in the grips of a powerful addiction. Don’t underestimate what a hard fight she’s fighting against it. Quitting is not a linear path, and to be honest you can only quit when you REALLY want to with your whole heart. You behaved correctly in this interaction btw. Very admirable. I will recommend Alan Carr’s “The Easy way to quit smoking,” it’s an excellent book. But just recommending or giving it to her has is no guarantee she’ll read it or quit. That outcome deep in her heart.

I got really drunk last night and ended up blowing a bunch of money on Macdonald. I spent 44 dollars possibly just on the food. It was at least 44 dollars total.

I first was just gonna get the 2 apple pies then I thought maybe I would get 2 of those and this and that. Then I noticed the nuggets 20 pack. I ate all of them with several burgers.

It’s bad because they did not modify my order when I requested (and paid extra) for special oprder.. no cheese being one. I got extra mayo and all sorts of things but I don’t think I got it.

I am also lactose intolerant and still ate almost everything anyways. It is now early in the morning and my stomach feels bloated and not very good. I thought I was gonna puke earlier but I think I am OK.

I haven’t done this in a long time but I pull a stunt like this every now and then.

I am a bit disappointed in myself too because my original plan was to make chicken and vegetable fried rice. I had just worked 13 days in a row though and was feeling lazy anyways.

Oh well. Life goes on. I guess it’s OK to blow money every now and then and eat unhealthily – it’s not gonna kill me. I just don’t feel great about it. Oh well.

Here are what netizens think:

• I’m really sorry, but I couldn’t help but laugh while reading this. This is such an iconic stoned story, and I’m sure down the road you’ll look back at this and die of laughter

• I mean you could consider it a reward after working for 2 weeks straight. It sounds like a lot of fun tbh

• Damn spending $44 at mac is actually kinda impressive

• I have this issue too. I can’t stop myself from binge eating if I get too drunk

So in fact, my brother was born quite exactly one year before I was born and died when he was one month old due to a heart problem.

My father completely weird about these things, decided not to talk about his death. So I always assumed that he was buried. Fast forward to my twenties, I’ve had a boyfriend, let’s just call him psycho we were laying in bed a Sunday around midnight and he was telling me stories from his life.

Like the time he did a courage test with his friend when he was young. It consisted in walking into the nearby cemetery and peeing on a grave. The first to run away would lose. So they peed on a grave,

Psycho on a smaller grave which wasn’t like the normal ones, these little graves were aligned the horizontal way, the normal ones the vertical way. This night he dreamt of a little boy coming out of the grave and being angry with him because he made a mess out of “his home” Suddenly, I tell him to put his shoes on and get his jacket.

He wanted to know what was going on. I couldn’t explain it, I just knew I had to go with him. He wanted to drive his car, I said no and took the keys. Without ever having been in that cemetery, i drove there, i knew instinctively where to drive..we arrived to the main, big entry of that cemetery, and I tell him: we have to walk that way and then turn right.. pointing at some candle lights in the back of the cemetery. He was so mindblown, but told me: if you are searching the grave where I’ve peed on, I’m quite sure it was back there but on the left side. We searched and searched, in the middle of the night, more than one hour, but nothing familiar to me.

We went back home but I couldn’t sleep. Next day I’ve asked my father where my brother was burried and he answered me..it was exactly that cemetery and after I asked for the grave number I’ve found out, that psycho peed on my brother’s grave… In fact it was going on the right side, exactly where I felt I should have searched.

I’m asking you please to engage in cultural relativity here. You don’t have to like our practices, just temporarily accept them to understand this post.

We are from a culture where it’s customary that a dowry is paid when a woman is married – this a customary marriage(CM) and what one must do in order to start a life.

The CM serves many purposes:

• it shows you that a man is serious about you
• he’ll have worked to save and declare his commitment to you and your family
• it joins your family to his; its the right way to marry a woman
• it honours a womans parents, family and community, and it let’s the ancestors know you’re leaving the home.

The CM is one of the core principles of my tradition: we’re a family-oriented people and that’s how families are forged.

Now my sister decided to marry a man who’s not from our culture. He refused to marry her customarily because it was “demeaning”, “barbaric” and “backward”.everyone advised her not to marry a man who viewed her that way but she stuck to him and had a modern marriage ceremony. Our parents weren’t supportive but they did attend the church ceremony.

This is already a huge faux pas in our culture. To add insult to injury, her husband is consistently rude and disrespectful to our culture.

He comes into my parent’s home and refers to them by their first names. This is not done with anyone older than you, especially not your in-laws. My parents try to look beyond the absence of customary marriage and treat him like their own anyway, but he throws it back in their face each time.

He rejected core parts of someone’s culture, and then expect to gain full acceptance in a traditional family and expect to be invited to their customary/traditional practices.