Bully Guilt

| France | Siblings

(I’m spending time with my elder sister.)

Me: “Do you remember when we were teenagers?”

Sister: “Of course.”

Me: “Then there’s something I need to tell you. Remember, I was bullied at school when I was twelve and you used to watch me from the high school building, and when we went back home together you would always blame me and tell me only kids with no friends like me were bullied. It hurt me a lot, you know…”

Sister: “That was twenty years ago! Why are you trying to give me a guilt trip? That’s nasty!”

Me: “…”

(I wasn’t trying to give her a guilt trip. I just wanted to know why SHE used to give me guilt trips. Now I’m an anti-bullying activist and my sister is a mother. I’m very fond of her adorable daughter; that’s why I’m still in contact with her, yet there’s something broken between the two of us. I hope no one will ever, ever bully her kids: I don’t know how she would react.)


Keeping Easter Sweet, Part 2

| AB, Canada | Children, Nephews & Nieces

(I organize a big Easter hunt for all my nieces and nephews each year at my parents acreage. I hide a ton of treats and toys for each kid, and they have to follow clues to find them all since they are hidden everywhere across 12 acres. Afterwards, the kids sometimes need to be reminded to thank me. I am sitting in the living room, right next to the kitchen where I hear this conversation:)

My Sister: “Did you thank Auntie [My Name] for the Easter hunt and all your treats?”

Three-Year-Old Nephew: “No.”

My Sister: “Go tell Auntie thank you for helping the Easter bunny hide everything, please.”

Three-Year-Old Nephew: *runs past me on the couch to the back door (in the living room), opens the door wide and yells* “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” *closes it and runs off to play*

My Sister: “You know, some days I wonder about that child…”

Keeping Easter Sweet


Just Passover That Fact When Talking To Mom

| Chicago, IL, USA | Parents & Guardians

(I’m Jewish and it is currently Passover. We can not eat normal bread products, like graham crackers, bread (of course), tortillas, and other various bread items. This happens in my house pantry.)

Dad: “Hey, [My Name], come try these crackers.”

Me: “Are you sure they’re okay for Passover?”

Dad: “Yeah, check the label.”

(I check the label. It says “Kosher – Not for Passover.”)

Me: “Dad, are you sure?”

Dad: “Yeah, why?”

(I point to the label.)

Dad: “Oh…”

Me: “Yeah.”

Dad: “Well, just don’t tell your mother about this.”

(It’s still Passover and she doesn’t know we broke it. But at least it was by accident.)

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