Hey Hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some relationship stories.

If you do love a relationship story, why not consider hit that like, subscribe, maybe that notification bell too.

Let's crack straight on with today's first story.

Now today's first story comes from Picoloco Aunt, but it's been compiled

by the great repostee who says, am I the asshole for yelling at my aunt that I want to go back

to my real home? So I, 16 female, and my little brother Ben 12 live with our aunt, Katie, 35.

She's like super rich. Like we live in a farm in BC and her house is

huge. She's an engineer and she goes to fancy dinners, has met MPs and meets business people

a lot. Like she got my brother a PS5 the day it came out. Our mom was not rich. We lived in a one-story

house but I loved it. After our mum died, we were

supposed to live with our dad's parents in Ontario, but aunts took us both in instead. I didn't

really know Aunt Katie before that. Like, I remember when I was little and she lived with

mum and my grandparents, but then she was gone one day. Mum always said they had a bad fight, but she's never talked about it and Aunt Katie's

told me enough for me to get the feeling that they didn't really like each other because of it.

I know Aunt Katie loves me, like she'll teach me how to cook, go to my games and help with

pre-calc, but it's not like it is with Ben.

Like she treats him like he is her son, and I've

always just felt like I'm staying over. I don't know. I've really been missing home, and yesterday

after dinner, I asked her if I could go and see it, and she said no. When I asked why, she said,

why would I ever want to go back there when she's given me so much better. It kind of started a fight between us and she

said she always hated that place and it hurt her to go there. Then she said one day I'd appreciate

her taking me into the house when it's mine and I yelled back that I want to go back to my real home.

...