In this task you are given an anecdote, which recount a complex ethical situation. The question you are given is, has the author of the anecdote acted ethically? answer this question with "RIGHT" or "WRONG".

My boyfriend and I have been dating for 2 years. We have really good conversations, but he always interrupts me. I don’t think I’ve honestly had a detailed conversation without him interrupting.

And I get it, everyone interrupts every once in a while, but this literally happens all the time. And it’s isn’t like when one person takes a little break in between thoughts and the other person jumps in because they think the other is done, it’s literally in the MIDDLE of me talking. He doesn’t even apologize, either, even though it’s VERY clear that I wasn’t finished.

Over dinner tonight, I was talking about some local court case I heard about and he interrupts on four different occasions. After the fourth time, he picks up my annoyance, tosses down his chopsticks (in the middle of the restaurant!!), rolls his eyes, and says “fine, I just won’t say anything anymore.” in a hella bitchy way. I get pissy and tell him that he’s interrupted me a bunch, and he says I’m overreacting and never letting him speak (even though I wasn’t even done explaining the topic).

We’ve talked about it multiple times, because I can get visibly annoyed when he does it. His excuse is that “he’ll forget what he’s going to say,” but that also happens to me, and I just lift up my finger to remind myself. At this point, he doesn’t even bother trying to wait before speaking.

tl;dr I’m pissy at my boyfriend for interrupting me all the time when we’ve discussed stuff, he thinks I’m overreacting and never gives him a chance to speak. AITA?
RIGHT

Basically last year after graduating High school I decided instead of going into college or the military, that I would be moving up to New York City for a gap year. My parents weren't very supportive of this decision and said that they wouldn't help me financially to move up there. I took it upon myself to work a fast food job to save enough money to move, and I did. I finally moved up, got a job, live in my own apartment (that I pay for), have a girlfriend, financial security, etc. 

A few months go by and it's Christmas time, my parents are nice enough to buy me a train ticket to come down and visit for a week. It was a great time, I see my friends, family, and I have an overall fun time altogether. That is until Christmas rolls around. Everybody was getting gifts except me, which didn't really make me sad, it's all about being around family that makes me happy. Finally at the end, I get a gift from my Mom and Step-dad. I was a bit surprised because I wasn't really expecting a gift. I open it and it's a book, titled "Manual to Manhood." Inside there were instructions on everything that makes a man a man. How to change a flat, how to put on deodorant, how to pick up women, etc. Everything was dumbed down into two pages each, and the information in there were things I already knew how to do. I was a bit upset at the gift because I felt like my parents didn't think I was doing a good job or *manly* enough, or knew how to do anything. I didn't get into an angry fit, but they saw that I was visibly upset and thought that it was ungrateful that I didn't like their gift. 

Eventually once I got back to New York I ended up tossing it because there was really nothing I could do with it. 
Was I just overreacting asshole?
RIGHT

On mobile, formatting might suck.

I live with my mum and my brother (my dad lives about 30 minutes away) and consider myself to be very close to both of them.

We spend a lot of time together, but I also like to be alone a lot and as such spend a lot of the day in my room. We eat dinner together and watch a film or a tv show but then I disappear upstairs again. My problem is that they always seem to have the best time whenever I'm not around - I can often hear them laughing and chatting as soon as I leave, and whenever they go shopping together without me they come back beaming and clearly having laughed their heads off.

I'm not suggesting they're the assholes for having a good time, and I don't want them to not have fun. I just wish I was more involved, especially since mum and dad separated and the three of us have become a lot more tight-knit.

Whenever I bring this up to them they brush it off and say that I'm imagining it and I should just spend more time with them. I know that if I want to be included I need to spend more time with them, but I find it really hard to be around people for extended periods of time (I'm a big introvert) and I feel like I'm intruding as they clearly have less fun when I'm there.

AITA for thinking I'm the outcast of the family, and should I be making an effort to spend more time with them and be included?

RIGHT

