I knew she had a son because she’s posted about him on Facebook, a few times. He has some sort of liver condition and was awaiting a liver transplant. it’s just him and his mom. I don’t know much about him, as my gf Is very reserved talking about her son.

I have a little sister (26f). I have always been closer to her than other siblings, considering we’re only a few years apart. when she was 11, we were fighting at school and she ended up fainting. She had to stay in the hospital for a few days to have some tests done, and she ended up being diagnosed with diabetes, not related to her death.

I think it changed the dynamic of our relationship a lot, because she was in hospital a lot more than other kids.

At the start of September, my gfs son started getting sicker, and it was the first time she ever opened up to me about his health conditions.

In early October my sister got into an accident. It was very sudden, and because she still lives near my parents they were heartbroken, and they don’t have any children apart from my sister and I, so I went to help them.

I Grew up in SG, and my sister and my family still live there, I live in America currently. For the funeral and to console my mum and dad, I decided to stay there for 10 days to help plan the funeral.

On my second day there, I got a call from my gf. She said her son had passed away during the night, I tried to help her the best I could even though I was already sad about the death of my sister. She said she wanted the funeral to be done soon, and that it would happen on the 6th day of my ten day trip. My sisters funeral was on the 8th and I wasn’t going to take two flights to there and two flights back in less than 2 days to go to both.

My gf got really upset, and said that I didn’t care about her son, and I was upset at her too becuase i had just lost my sister. She told me that her son thought of me like a dad, and I’d never met him so I told her I didn’t think of him like a son. She hung up angrily and we haven’t spoken since.

I’ll admit I was harsh telling her, and a grieving mother didn’t deserve that, however I don’t think I was wrong to push the idea of me being this kids dad.

All my mutual friends think I’m the A-hole for not going, and that I should’ve told her later, but she knows I’ve never met her son, and I wouldn’t ditch my sisters funeral to go to her sons. My friends though think I did the right thing and I wasn’t obligated to go to his funeral.

I don’t know what I should’ve done, I’m glad I went to my sisters funeral but I feel bad for how I told my gf as her sons never had a father figure in his life.

At the office I’m in a team of five people. One is my manager, let’s call her Jane, one is the CEO of the company, let’s call him John. Then there are my two colleagues, 31M and 35F. 35F is the newest addition to the team and we talk a lot about our work, ask each other questions and get along really well.

Now the issue is that I don’t really get along with my manager, Jane. She has around two years of experience in the business and while I do respect and admire her skills, I don’t feel that she is a great manager. I rarely get any feedback or acknowledgment which has led to me being insecure about the quality of my work and where I stand at the company.

We have had a fair few people quitting recently to seek out new challenges and some people have been let go as the market is changing. The lack of feedback is one of the reasons they move on.

I chose to go to John, as he is the CEO and also part of my team. I feel more comfortable talking to him and I expressed my issues with the lack of feedback. He was really nice about it and gave me permission to seek him out for feedback and help whenever I need it – without my manager having to be involved.

And now to the part where I might end up being an AH: I spoke to my dad about it and he mentioned that excluding my manager might create some issues. It’s unfair to her and I do see the point in what he says. At the same time I believe that it is my boss’ responsibility to make sure she is doing her best and since he has given me permission to get my needed feedback from him, I don’t think it is my responsibility to include my manager. It is a small company and everyone is quite young which means there is not a lot of experience with these things. I don’t have a lot of experience on workplace etiquette either.

The mountain is 3842 m high and the road wasn’t paved. Since there was no air transportation, the option for travelling was by bus or jeep. The jeep was private so we booked the trip by jeep. Then the day before the trip the travel agency called and told they couldn’t book any jeep so they would provide a bus and a good resort for a cheaper price.

We had to agree as this was only the time five of us were free. We wanted to reserve seats in the bus but they told whoever comes first would get their required seats.

When we reached the bus stop, there was no bus. We called the driver to ask the location but he wasn’t good at giving directions but we managed to find the bus.

The seats were already taken so we had to sit at the back which was very painful as the road wasn’t paved so the ride was very bumpy. We traveled for nine hours and our backs hurt.

We asked what time the bus leaves tomorrow to be on time. He said the bus would leave at 10.

Next day, we got on the bus at 10 am and it was empty so we sat in the middle so that the ride would be comfortable. It was already 10:30 and nobody except for us had come. Driver got angry and called the passengers to hurry up. Slowly passengers started to show up.

The family who were sitting at the seats that we were sitting in yesterday demanded their seats back. We told them seats weren’t reserved so it wasn’t their seats. They gave the excuse of having children and old people traveling with them so we sat one seat behind. The bus took off at 11.

After riding for more than half hour, driver got a call that he missed a few passengers. We waited for the passengers to arrive for half an hour. It was already 12.

When they arrived they also demanded their seats back. We told them to sit at the back where the seats were available. They also gave excuses of having a child and elderly traveling with them so my sister and I sat one seat back. The elderly and child sat at the front but the lady who was with them didn’t. She demanded to sit with them and told my cousins to sit at the back.

We argued about compromising enough and it wasn’t fair. Still they argued that we were being ridiculous and stubborn. The lady was in her mid 30s so my cousins didn’t give up their seats. The previous family also claimed that we were wrong. We told them our backs hurt but they told us if they sat at the back their backs would hurt too. We argued for 15 minutes straight.

First they made us 2 hours late, second they did not apologize for coming late and third they started fighting with us just for seats. There were seats available at the back but they refused to sit. We had compromised twice and instead of being grateful they yelled at us but we didn’t give up.

And today I blew up and overreacted over a comment he made about finances (I pay for majority of the things and we got into an argument about it bc I asked if he wanted to grab lunch with me —- eventually it led to him saying that we split bills 50/50 and aside from our bills everything else I pay for is “just gravy”) that blew my mind and hurt me so much bc I clearly work hard for my money and I work hard to buy things to make our life comfortable and convenient. I started Grabbing trash bags and throwing everything is bought into them and telling him since it’s just Gravy then I guess we don’t need it anymore.

I know I overreacted, but I reached my limit and just blew up. I’m usually calm, I have been learning to let our arguments go over my head bc majority of them aren’t a big deal — but this hit me hard and I started crying and whatever — I overreacted.

We didn’t have enough trash bags and I was determined to prove about since everything was gravy and “wasn’t a necessity” then I wanted him to see how much I actually contributed. I came back and he was packing his things. He claimed he was unhappy and our relationship wasn’t healthy and “you’re a sweet girl, you’ve don’t nothing wrong, you’re such a good person and you have a good heart, we just don’t have chemistry.”

He was supposed to repropose to me in a few ml he (my dream proposal was taken away from me bc of heart condition and he’s always been determined to repropose with a new ring). So he grabbed the ring box he’d been hiding, put it on the entryway table and left.

It’s been over 10 hours, I called him to make sure he was okay and he said he’s fine but he will be there tomorrow to grab the rest of his things.

I don’t know what just happened. He’s my first boyfriend and first fiancé. We went through hell and back together bc I never knew he was unhappy. I tried everything and bent over backwards for him and his family, tried recreating a better relationship with his mom after she dragged me through the mud, I did all these things and I’m just confused and hurt.

My mom said that he can’t face himself and his actions and just wants the easy way out instead of putting in the work. She said he just wants to blame me and that’s why he’s leaving now when I overreacted and never before when I was crying or sobbing bc he my feelings. She said that’s because if he would have left then then it would have been his fault. But he’s leaving now bc I made myself look crazy and it’s a good excuse for him.

He’s also admitted in the past something similar along those lines ^{^} that it’s easier to leave sometimes then face the actual problem.

I don’t know.

I’m pretty sure everyone feels this way after a breakup, but we were talking about having kids in a year, we were in the reprocess of buying a home (I wasn’t too involved but still), we were talking about planning our wedding next year and our new engagement, we’d just talked about how happy we were with our progress, I was allowing him to come to my therapy sessions with me so we could try to better the relationship.

I just left my job, my parents just recently divorced, Im switching career paths —- so much change has happened this year back to back to back and I continued to tell him how scared I am bc I don’t have stability and I just want things to finally feel normal, and then he rips the rug from under my feet.

Now I’m in an apartment I don’t want to be in, no close friends, not too close with my family, a dog we shared together who likes his father more than he likes me and I’m just so confused and broken.