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Now today's first story comes from OK extension 238 who says, am I the asshole for telling my boyfriend, I'd rather be alone and suffer in my apartment and go with him to visit his mom.

So I 23 male hate my boyfriend's 24 male family with a passion.

I can't stand them.

They're the most condescending, judgmental assholes I've ever had the displeasure of knowing.

It all started when I first met them.

They talked about my looks and how I could improve it by losing

weight, cutting my hair and stop eating like a pig. I'm 188 centimeters tall and 80 kilograms. I go to the

gym a lot and I would consider myself fit. They have shit on my job because they think I'm not good

enough to be a doctor and I work too much.

His mother is the one that says all of this and the rest agree with her.

It has gotten to the point where I'm dreading every birthday, Christmas or any other celebration because I have to see them again.

My boyfriend have told them to stop but they always say I'm too sensitive and need to relax.

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