I accidentally saw my teenage son’s manhood and it made me feel insecure about myself.

So for context I’m his dad and I’m 36 and he’s 18. My wife asked me to wrangle him and the other kids so I made the rounds.

I had just seen him fully dressed a few minutes ago in his room so without thinking I just opened the door and went back in (I know I should have knocked I wasn’t thinking) and I hear “Dad what the hell!”

And there’s my son, just like the day he was born and I hadn’t seen him without any clothes on since he was little but he’s not little anymore.

At only 18 his manhood is freakishly big. Far bigger than mine. I awkwardly apologized to him and told him dinner was read than left.

Obviously I’ve seen other men’s genitals before. I was on the football team in school and saw other students occasionally including others more endowed than me but this is different.

This is my own son and I didn’t enjoy seeing it. It’s just so huge that it freaked me out but I’m definitely happy for him, I just feel bad for his girlfriend he just started seeing because he might honestly kill her.

This has nothing to do with money. We split the rent and we share everything 50-50. I am an engineer and my GF works in healthcare. One month ago her contract at ended and she has been unemployed since.

She has already found another job but she would be able to start two months after her previous job ended, that means in a month from now. So for the past month she has been living her best life. She’s spending her mornings studying for her new job but also reading, watching Netflix, going to the gym and for runs with her dog etc.

However she hasn’t started contributing more to the household. I mean she still cooks and cleans every day but she still expects me to wash the dishes and she won’t pick up my clothes after I have returned from work. The other day I left a bunch of my mail on the table and when I returned it was left unopened, I asked her why she didn’t look through it and she told me she’s not my secretary. I have been hinting that she should be picking up more chores now that she’s unemployed but she says that she’s not my housekeeper, she does more than half of the chores and since my workload has not increased I should be able to do mine.

I mean yes, I am able to do it but I am tired from work and she isn’t so I had expected her to step up a little but no, she claims this is her break from working hard and other hurtful things, like she didn’t go to med school to be a live-in maid etc.

So am I wrong For expecting her to do most of the chores while she’s unemployed?

My grandmother (GM) was kicked out of my aunt’s house went she caused so many marital problems my uncle threatened to divorce my aunt if she didn’t. She lived for a few years in a nursing home before the pandemic but during the pandemic there were tons of nursing home deaths so my aunt and mom got her out. I’m the oldest of my mother’s children so I got so much pressure to take care of my grandma during the pandemic.

I didn’t mind too much initially because the deal was I didn’t pay rent and lived with her to cook, clean and help her with her diabetes. I don’t know my GM well so I thought it might be a good bonding experience and I worked remote so it would be so bad. Well the first problem came when I told them I was bringing my dog. My GM freaked out telling me she would never let a filthy animal in her house. It was the one dealbreaker I had and I told my aunt or mom Oliver (my dog) had to come with but they never told my GM for fear of her reaction. I put my foot down saying if he isn’t coming I’m not either and I guess my GM gave up because she didn’t want to go back to the nursing home but she made Oliver’s life a living hell. She would scream at him every time she was him and I tried to keep them separate but she would demand I abandon him because she’s my GM. In the end I had no choice but to leave him with my friend temporarily because she was so unbearable.

Next was washing clothing, she demanded I wash all her clothing by hand and she had a washing machine but she would scream “you’re lazy!” at me if she catches me using it. She also wanted restaurant quality meals and throw sandwiches and cereal on the ground if she didn’t like it.

Finally she didn’t believe I worked because I work online (I’m an accountant) and she would yell at me during the middle of meeting for ignoring her when I told her I needed 30 min of peace to attend meeting. My boss told me many times to get her to stop doing that but she never listens.

She has diabetes that isn’t managed well and I tried to get her on a healthy diet but she screams and yells at me when she doesn’t get what foods she wants which cause huge sugar fluctuations which causes her ulcers on her feet to get worse and weep. It was hard to get Appointments to the doctor so I had to clean them and I am not qualified. When I persisted though the yelling and screaming her ulcers to maker her eat healthy her ulcers would get much better and start healing but in the end I gave up and let her eat anything she wanted so she would shut up but it made her blood sugars worse and her ulcers worse which I had to deal with.

So after almost 2 years of hell I got out and moved away. My GM is so mad because she expected I stay there looking after her until she passes. I told my mom and aunt I wasn’t doing that and they begged me to guilty me with the fact she was going to die alone at a nursing home.

I feel like a terrible person because I didn’t feel any guilt I just didn’t care after dealing with her for 2 years

Now I know by the knowing their kid for that long I should’ve known who it was but I had never met them I think and if I did, I probably forgot.

So they are the new person at my work and I thought they were kind of cute and I like older women anyways so I hit on her a bit and such.

A good line was that “you make 44 look good” got them blushing a lot. Well after work I sat and talked with them a bit after work and hit on them some more. When they asked my last name they had said that they know my family and was gonna have a good laugh with my mom and them about it because I’m so young she said.

They had also told the people at work also that I had done it. They are 20 years older than me so they found it funny and embarrassing which made me instantly kind of regret hitting on them.

Now when I’m sitting at home and I get a message from their daughter asking if I tried to hit on their mom. I just replied with an “apparently so” However now I’m feeling a bit embarrassed by it and kind of have weird feeling of being exposed I guess since they are so close to my family.

So now I have work with them tomorrow and I’m honestly not sure how to approach it.

Here are what netizens think:

• You’re only embarrassed because you knew the family?

• you’re gonna live with…this for a while, look at the bright side, at least well…people just think about it as a joke, not criticize you or anything similar
• Ok leh, new achievement unlocked

My sister is 30 and is married to a man who she, and our family, love. They’ve said they wanted to be “child free” since they met 4 years ago. They had a nice life, where they both worked, have a dog, nice house, etc.

About a year ago, he found out that he had a son. The mother was an acquaintance he slept with 6 years ago, who had never told him about him. She passed away, and her elderly mother has too many health issues for her to have custody. So he went to live with them.

He’s an amazing little kid, and our family has grown to love him too. So we were all shocked a month ago when my sister said her and him were going to separate – she said she loves her husband, but she can’t take being a stepmother anymore, and that everything from not being able to watch adult shows at all hours of the day to asking him to do his homework makes her miserable.

Her husband is absolutely devastated, as they have always had a happy marriage and still love each other – she’ll be the first one to say this. He didn’t want children either, but understands he’s the only parent this boy has now. I also found out that this little boy is taking the fact that she’s moving out and taking their dog (she was hers originally) very hard, no doubt due to the loss he’s already experienced, and I felt devastated by that. When we were at our parent’s house last weekend, I asked to talk to her and after some back and forth, I told my sister it seemed wrong and selfish to hurt not only her husband but also her step son this way, after not even a full year of trying to make it work. She didn’t take that well and hasn’t spoken to me since. Essentially she said she’s never wanted children and wants no part of raising one, and that I have no right to call her wrong or selfish over that.

My family seems to agree with me on this, but my mom is very upset that my sister is furious with me and the family members that agree with me.

Growing up, my dad was a man of few words. He was the kind of father who would rather show his love through actions than express it verbally.

He was the type of dad that would rather show me how to fix a car engine than to try to explain it.

This especially applied to the topics of relationships and human intimacy.

Gave me ‘rubber’ the first time I went out to party with my mates

I remembered when I was 18 and first went out to ‘chiong’ with my school mates, my dad gave me a ‘rubber’ instead of telling me not to engage in casual intimacies.

He knew that it was bound to happen sooner or later, and he thought that teaching me about safe practices would be better for me.

He was just different from the traditional type of parents who would avoid such topics or just warn their children not to fool around.

I appreciated what he did for me

During the days where I constantly went out to ‘chiong’ with my mates, I realized the full extent of my dad’s gift and his lessons.

I had classmates who had contracted STIs, and I’m sure some of them had contracted them from having intimacies with strangers without any ‘rubber’.

My dad’s gift wasn’t just about giving me a ‘rubber’; it was about teaching me the importance of being safe and responsible when it comes to having intimacies with others.

He obviously knew that we are young and no matter how parents like him warn us not to engage in casual intimacies, we would end up doing it.

He chose the unconventional way, but it worked out well

So instead of trying to warn us not to do so, he took the unconventional way to teach me to be aware of potential risks associated with having unprotected intimacies, and to always use protection when engaging in intimate activities.

To this day, I am grateful to my dad for giving me that ‘rubber’.

I know now that he was trying to protect me from potential risks associated with having unprotected intimacies, and I am thankful that he thought enough of me to take the time to teach me about safe practices.

He may not have said it in so many words, but I know that he was trying to show me how much he cares.

This happened just this morning, and I was thinking that maybe I can entertain some people with it!
I rarely post on Reddit, so if I messed up anything, I’m sorry.

A little context before we start this story.
My cat had one of her kidneys removed last Friday, she was experiencing gallstones and said kidney was extremely enlarged, this kidney is currently being examined in a lab as the vets had no idea what was wrong with it.

She has been on meds before and after the surgery and has been recovering well. Spending fairly large amounts of time in my room as its one of her comfort places. She’s a purebred cat and currently 14 years old.

So since yesterday around 8pm my cat was hanging out with me in my room.
She was on my bed so I joined her and we just cuddled and watched movies until roughly midnight when I was very tired and decided to try and sleep.
I shoved most of my clothes off my bed and she wanted to stay which was fine with me, she settled in the right corner of my bed on my feet side and my blanket ended up covering half of her.
Eventually, I fell asleep.

It was 2am.

I woke up the sound of my cat jumping off my bed, and seen the time I decided to let her out my room incase she was hungry or needed to use the toilet.
What I didn’t know was, that she took a huge dump in my bed.

Apparently, while still shooting faeces she jumped off my bed, and when I jumped out of my bed shortly after, I managed to narrowly avoid the brown splatters she left when she jumped off my bed and let her out my room.

I left the lights off, as I am not very fond of light. I had no idea that there was **** everywhere.
When I crawled back in my bed and started to back to sleep I started to smell the surprise gift she left me.
I thought “Ain’t no way she took a dump in my bed”, so I went to sleep just thinking it was a singular crap somewhere, cause that just happens sometimes. And that I’d clean it up in the morning, as I was way too sleepy.

Well, I was wrong.

It was around 9am when my mom came in and woke me up.

Now I am not a morning person at all, it is safe to say I get suicidal urges every day I open my eyes in the morning, and it takes at least an hour for me to properly wake up and get my brain going.
She was talking to me but I didn’t hear anything as I was still half asleep and stretching, so I only heard my muscles, if you understand what I mean.
The only word I picked up was “poop”, and I already knew that so I didn’t think much of it.
At this point I still thought my cat had left a singular dropping somewhere in a corner of my room.

Eventually an hour later (for clarification, I think I became smell blind to it after sleeping with it in my room for apparently 8 hours), I decided to get my ass out of bed, this is when I saw the humongous (now smeared out) brown stain (with clumps still there) in the corner of where my cat had slept.

I jumped out of bed, and yet again narrowly avoided the brown splatters that were there. I looked around and saw another huge assmark close to my closet. Now my cat also has a history of pissing in my closet when she was younger, so I made sure to check she didn’t attempt to wipe her ass on my clothes. Luckily she did not.

But, it gets worse! 😀
At this point in time I thought only my room was hit with her anal explosion, it was not.

When I made my way to the upstairs hallway to have breakfast with my family, I saw another huge brown stamp right out of my door, followed with a huge skid mark towards the stairs.

At this point my heart dropped and I started to half-run down the carpeted stairs.
As you may have guessed, my cat tried to wipe her behind on these as the carpet has quite a rough texture. Three of the steps were brown.
I jumped over them and almost landed in another skid mark in the downstairs hallway.
The downstairs hallway is tiled, but the tiles are filled with all different types of stone (though a smooth surface), so it was almost impossible to see at first. Tippy-toeing like they do in cartoons I tried to avoid the large amount of feces and entered the living room.

It was a massacre.
There were skid marks every where, and I genuinely mean every where.
If I had to describe it in one sentence, I’d say it looked like a Formula 1 race track, with brown skid marks.
It was all over the floor.
Luckily she saved most our furniture, bless her.
The one exception was our coffee table, where my brother’s homework was located, I hope his teacher believes him.

I offered my mom to clean it all up as the culprit is my cat after all.
I got to scrubbing the floors.
The more I scrubbed the more I found, it was in every corner of the living room, one of the marks was even an 180° which was pretty impressive.
We moved the couch as our other cat had thrown up under there earlier, and lo and behold, another huge crapstamp. Even one of the bathrooms wasn’t safe for her excretion missiles.

Unsure if I have mentioned before, but this diarrhoea was liquid.

I have finished cleaning everything and my hands are pretty numb from my violent scrubbing.
I feel pretty guilty, if I only had turned on my lights I would’ve seen what was happening and could have prevented it from spreading through the entire house.

My cat is now sleeping behind my PC as I am writing this.

I guess I could say this really is a new core memory for me.

Just to clarify, we are in no way mad at her and she will not be punished, instead we will be reporting this incident to the vet.