I Told My Friend She Married a Useless Man, and Now She Hates Me

I take it that everyone of us must navigate our own lives and take responsibility for our decisions? However, it is in our nature as humans to want to help friends who are actually in need. However, what would you do if your friend—the one you always stand by—started confiding in you about all of their issues, repeatedly, and with no sign of stopping? This Reddit member is exactly in that predicament. She wondered if she was managing the matter with her buddy correctly, so she looked to the large internet community for advice.

I(32F) am a single mother of two kids (6M and 5m F). I am a single mother by choice (my kids are donor conceived).

I am lucky enough to have a good job (French teacher in a private school), and a paid off house (parents’ life insurance and inheritance).

Before I had either of my kids, I made sure to have a year’s living expenses saved, then I would take a sabbatical to recover from birth, as well as bond with my kids. While on sabbatical, I still tutor some kids for some extra income.

My friend (34F), just had a baby 2 months ago. She is the breadwinner in her household, and her husband has been unemployed since he was laid off during COVID.

It was great to be pregnant at the same time, as well as having a friend with a newborn. But it has turned sour.

She has been saying how jealous she is of me being able to take off a whole year from work, how she would have loved to not worry about losing their home, how she doesn’t even have a couple hundred dollars in her savings account, let alone a whole year’s worth of living expenses….

I usually ignore it, or brush it off, because I kind of can understand the stress she is under.

Well, starting about 10 days ago, she started hinting at not being able to afford daycare, and any mention of her husband taking care of their kid is brushed off. Then she started remarking on how much free time I must have, which I deflected by saying -truthfully- that being a single mom to a baby and a small kid left me no free time actually.

Then last night she came out with it, and asked if I could “do her a favor” and watch her kid while she’s at work. I was firm, but polite, when I said that I couldn’t, that I am not capable of watching two kids under 6 months.

She started almost begging me, saying she can’t afford daycare, and if she is not back at work, she will lose her job, and they will end up homeless. I again brought up her husband, and she said that he was not good with kids, and isn’t capable of taking care of her kid.

I kept saying no, she kept pushing, until it escalated to her calling me heartless, and me telling her that it’s not my problem she chose to have a kid with a useless man.

Now she blocked me, I am feeling very guilty about what I said, and feeling like an AH.

My Sister Billed Me $2,145 for the Surprise Birthday Party She Planned for Me – I Was Ready to Pay Until I Looked Inside Her Wallet

Christina’s 29th birthday took an astonishing twist when her sister hosted a surprise party for her, then presented her with a bill for $2,145. Shocked and caught off guard, Christina was left speechless, her evening ruined by this financial revelation. But karma had another surprise in store, turning the situation on its head.

Hey everyone, I’m Christina! I celebrated my 29th birthday last week, and believe me, it’s a birthday I’ll remember for all the wrong reasons. Quick question: How would you react if you were asked to pay for a surprise you never requested? Because that’s exactly what happened to me…

Birthdays haven’t been my thing lately. I’ve been dealing with some severe skin problems that require treatment, and as you can guess, those medical bills are no joke. Plus, the constant pressure of rent meant that having a big celebration wasn’t something I could afford this year.

I was perfectly okay with that, though. A quiet evening at home with a cake and some Netflix sounded ideal to me.

So, picture my surprise when my sister Lori called me two days before my 29th and asked about my birthday plans. Now, Lori and I are close, but she can be a bit over the top sometimes.

“Hey Lori,” I said, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder while folding laundry. “Honestly? Probably nothing. I need to save money for those annoying medical bills, you know the drill.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and for a second, I thought the call had cut out. Then, Lori sighed. A big, dramatic sigh like the kind you make when you find out the bakery is out of croissants.

“Oh, honey,” she said in a sympathetic tone. “That’s so sad. Birthdays are meant to be special! You can’t just skip yours entirely.”

“It’s not like I’m skipping it completely,” I argued while hanging a shirt on the line. “I’m just keeping it simple. Just me and…you know…some beer, maybe some cupcakes.”

And that was it. She sighed and hung up. The rest of the week dragged on, each day inching me closer to an uncertain birthday outcome.

Finally, the big day came. My phone buzzed with birthday messages from friends and even a few colleagues, which was nice. Then, around noon, my phone rang. It was Lori.

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