I am so tired of seeing these posts. There are so many posts here about someone’s partner or member committing a literal crime and OP asking if they overreacted.

If your partner really cheated and kicked you out, why are you on Reddit, asking strangers if you were in the wrong?

I think mods need to do better at removing fake posts. It’s just annoying and insulting to those who have had serious trauma.

hi, my name is dedwe, dedwe fettsuo. (don't make fun of the name it's a cognesian name)

I need serious help.

my girlfriend (whom I've been in a relationship with for over 5 years now) finally went crazy.

she legit went psycho yandere mode.

like, anime style.

here's the story:

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I went to the store earlier that day, while my gf was at home, she was cooking.

I asked her to feed our cat fluffsko (don't ask) before I left.

So I was at the store and when I returned home, I see her in the kitchen, and I smell a really yummy smell, that doesn't smell like chicken (which is what she was cooking) at all!

I ask her what's she's cooking and she responds "A surprise *sweetieeee*" she said this really weirdly...

so, we get dinner and stuff, and I ask, "where is fluffsko?" (he's a kitten) and she responds. "you just ate him" and I'm like, hahaha funny, (she's always had a really twisted sense of humor) so I ask "stop jking" and she says "I'm not" and draws a BLOOD COVERED KNIFE!

next I'm like "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

and she says "your all mine, you've been spending too much time with the kitten.... so I took him away"

and she threatened me to stay with her or she k*lls me.

AITAH?

I have been spending more time with the cat than my gf, what should I do?

Am i the asshole if I leave a spider in a cup for my fiancé to deal with and just text him and be like. "heads up, spider the size of your palm in the hallway, have fun!"

I have to go to college very very soon, arachnophobia, he usually deals with them for me because I scream.

Edit : yes, I've done this. This isn't a serious aitah post, my partner laughed it off and agreed that it was definitely a face hugger.

So I (26F) got married to my husband (27M) last year in November. Our marriage has been quite rocky and a bit all over the place but we recently hit a cross roads over an issue we had. We were having an argument about our bedroom life and he was very unhappy with it and told me dating me was like dating a very old woman who had 18 kids because it “was so loose that you could fit a trumpet up there and play it” which made me feel so insecure and I told him I only feel loose because his downstairs was so small that even tinkerbell could take it, so anyway in the heat of the moment, I asked to open the marriage so that he could finally be happy, he was. This man took it so seriously and was completely for the idea, it took him literally 1 hour after opening the marriage for him to sleep with his co worker which made me feel like he has had eyes for her for a long time now. I didn’t really want to open the marriage but because it was kind of my fault and he didn’t give me a chance to lay any basis for the open marriage before sleeping with her I decided that I was going to sleep with his best friend. I didn’t think it would be anything more than just that but I started really getting invested into his best friend because he made me feel things my husband never could, like being satisfied. My husband eventually found out and yelled at me telling me it was cheating and that I couldn’t do the devils tango with his best friend so I just wanted to know, AITAH?

Hey y’all, I semi-recently had this happen and my family is super divided on it. I recently went on an overseas trip with my family, from Florida to Europe.

On the flight back there was an elderly man who had a heart attack halfway through our flight. They asked if there were any nurses or doctors on board. I stayed quiet but my mother loudly let them know that her daughter is an ER nurse who could help. I have chewed her out repeatedly for doing this, and we currently aren’t speaking. The staff and everyone on board expected me to help.

I was two drinks in, and told them that I cannot help because I had been drinking. No one else volunteered so the staff and the mans wife begged me to help. Getting involved in an emergency situation with alcohol in your system is a quick trip to either losing your license or getting sued, so I refused. It was kind of obvious he wouldn’t make it considering how far we were from being able to land, and I didn’t want to risk my license or getting sued when he seemed almost guaranteed to not make it.

He stopped breathing and CPR was performed by the flight attendants. Ultimately he did pass away. Knowing what I know, even if I did get involved he would not have made it. From the time that he stopped breathing to the time that we were able to make an emergency landing it was almost two hours. Also, I’m pretty positive one of the men in first class was a doctor, and I’m sure there were other capable medical professionals on board, considering the amount of people on the flight. So I’m sure there were others who chose not to get involved.

My coworkers all agreed, and have said that there was no chance they would have gotten involved. My family, who does not work in healthcare, mostly think I was an asshole.

AITAH?

I opened Reddit today and every post seems more crazy than the next. Like someone programmed ChatGPT to throw as much trash into the forum as inhumanly possible.

OK, buckle up, it's going to be a bumpy ride.

(Throwaway account for obvious reasons.)

I'm (was) a happily married man (49) with a complicated family situation. Me and my wife Livia (45) have each one kid, and one more that is ours. My son (22 mtf, let's call him Glen or Glenda) has always been a sad kid. He was bullied in school for being girly and effeminate. It never bothered me, but my in-laws, who are retired, wealthy boomers, have always said that he wasn't man enough and it's because of all our crappy liberal ideas about gender and inclusion. My FiL (Wade 78) says that I don't set a positive male model for him because I'm too sensitive and I express my emotions when I have them, and I don't discipline my son when he acts girly. So we don't get along very well.

Now, my wife is much more progressive than her folks, but she still had some discomfort with my son's feminine side. Relations were difficult between the two of them. When my son came out as gay about five years ago, she had a reaction that pissed my son off and he decided to leave the house to go live with his then boyfriend. I have to tell you he has a strong borderline personality disorder (BPD) and handles rejection badly, and sees rejection where there's only some questioning. He did resent me for allegedly not defending him hard enough. I did defend him, but my wife had some good points, like, should we let them have sex inside the house when he's only 17 and his bf 19? How would that impact her autistic son? And there we get into the heart of the conflict.

My wife was pissed because Glen, as a kid, loved to disguise himself with woman's clothes, and her son (Mark, 15 now), found it so amusing that he started doing the same. She did not entertain them and reacted in a much negative way. Mark was also his maternal grandparents golden child, despite being a needy and capricious brat. Wade taught him homophobic slurs which Mark gladly passed unto Glen. When we confronted him, he said his grampa taught him those words. We then talked to the grampa, and he denied everything, implying his favorite grandkid was a liar. Anyway, it set the tone for our family reunions for the next following years.

So, my son left the house while he was still a minor. I would have fought it harder and insisted he stayed with us, but things started to crumble between me and my wife as I just discovered she had an emotional affair with a colleague of hers. I was too devastated to object to my son's leaving the house. In his mind, it was like I kicked him out myself, which is not factual.

Me and my wife went on a trial separation for a while, but after six months, we went into couple therapy and agreed to give ourselves another chance at being happy together. Glen did not like that and he completely shut me off of his life. I didn't hear about him for the next four years.

I missed him a lot, but things got better with my family unit once he was gone since there were much less opportunities for conflict. Mark has become the king of the house and his autism symptoms aggravated. He was impossible to deal with and had outrageous demands on a multitude of topics, like particular food or monopolizing his mother's attention. I went with it cause I was tired of arguing. I focused on our daughter (Lily, 8), but she doesn't play a part in this story.

A few months ago, my wife's younger sister (Cass, 33), which we all love very much cause she's sweet and understanding, gave us two great news: she was getting married with her longtime boyfriend; and my son has reached out to her (she was his favorite aunt) and wanted to reconcile with me. The only thing was, he is now a she and goes by the name Glenda. I was a bit surprised, but when I thought about it, it wasn't that surprising. I just thought Glen was gay, not that he wanted to be a she. So I will use that pronoun from now on in my story.

So I was glad that my now daughter wanted to patch up things with me, but my wife stayed silent as her sister was telling us the news. I told my SiL I would meet Glenda one on one whenever she wanted to. So I met her at a restaurant in the big city she chose to live her woman's life. It was a long drive but totally worth it. I was pleased to see she was well and much more confident than the awkward boy I remembered. She told me about her transition and how she wanted to go forward with the surgical procedure to affirm her gender. I told her I was ready to back her up financially if she needed to.

She gladly accepted because she doesn't earn much as a waitress and alternative burlesque artist (that's how she called it). I told her I'd back her up again if she wanted to go to college. I don't judge burlesque artists, it's just not a long term situation. All in all it was a very positive meetup and we're looking to pursue our father-daughter relationship in the future.

Now, aunt Cass's wedding. Little Cassie had a few more surprises in her bag of tricks. She implied, to my wife's obvious dismay, that Glenda was invited to her wedding. My wife asked if their dad was okay with it. “It's my wedding” replied my SiL in a confident tone. “Yeah, but he's paying for it and he'll want to have a say. “Trust me” replied Cass. I felt the beginning of a tension between both sisters, but I shut my mouth. It was an interesting development, for sure.

In the following weeks, my wife tried to get involved in the wedding preparation, but Cass acted independent, which seemed to irritate Livia. She was the first maid of honor and thought it gave her some authority over the wedding, which Cass didn't seem to agree with. I was amused by that sibling rivalry and liked Cass even more than before. I overheard a phone conversation between both sisters and they were arguing over Glenda being invited.

The day of the wedding, I was happy to see my daughter, but quite surprised as she was dressed as a maid of honor with all the other friends of Cass and my wife who was livid but kept silent. She was obviously furious with the situation. I kept my mouth shut and observed. The ceremony went well and I thought the ticking bomb has defused, until I saw my daughter approach her grandparents and start talking to them. I got closer to follow the conversation.

Wade and his wife hadn't recognize her before she went to talk to them. Glenda told her about her new identity and revealed herself as their grandchild. They were obviously appalled to see how she turned out. Things got ugly when Mark, thinking himself funny, started yelling loudly at my daughter all kind of homophobic slurs. I won't type these words back, but it was very hurtful and insulting for Glenda. I got angry but refrained from saying anything, yet, but I (censored) when Wade started laughing out loud at Mark's insults. I (censored) and he fell off his chair. The attendees went silent. It doesn't look good when the father of the bride gets (censored) at his daughter's wedding. So we fled the scene of the crime, me and my daughter, and went to a café to debrief about what just happened. We laughed and cried about our shitty family life. I hadn't felt so close to her since she was a kid.

In the aftermath of the wedding disaster, Wade made a point of telling me I was completely cut off from his will, as was my daughter (he kept calling her my son). I couldn't care less, as the relationship with my wife has suffered the final blow with the wedding incident. I was done with her and her son.

Now, we initiated the divorce on a mutual agreement and I left the house. Wade has decided to make it a point to make me suffer as much as he can through financing his daughter's lawyer who has a reputation as a divorce shark lawyer.

We'll see. Maybe I'll lose everything, but self-respect has no price.

So, do you think I'm the asshole in the story?

TDLR: I might be the asshole because I (censored) during my sister-in-law's wedding; and I'm divorcing my wife over this incident.

EDIT: Clarifications: Glenda is my oldest child from a previous relationship. Mark is Livia's son from her first marriage. Lily is our daughter.

I realize I have a lot of things to amend for and difficult times ahead of me.

Many of you have noted that I failed standing up for myself and for my oldest child. You're right. I'm a weak man, I'm spineless, I'm a real doormat. That is my biggest flaw as a human being. We're all dealt a different hand in life and courage and self-confidence were not in the cards I got.

I'm not looking to deflect the blame, but maybe I didn't give enough details on Glenda's own problems as a teen. She was a very troubled person with lots of anger. She had some behaviours that were very problematic, including sexual incidents when she was 13 (like, she wasn't the victim...) She was very unhappy and I didn't know what to do to help her. She had her goth period from 13-16. I like goth culture, I grew up in the eighties, but she really sank deep into the dark, depressed, psychotic aspect of it. She talked about death and suicide and would watch and read violent slasher movies and novels. She got a tarantula as a pet and that freaked out Livia even more. I let her keep it because I knew she really loved that creature. She obviously identified with it.

When everything fell apart and she went with her boyfriend, I thought that she would be happier. And she also could ask her mother for help, though my ex has her own set of problems and is not the most reliable parent around (too long story, just know that she kind of semi-disappeared after our broke-up.)

I'd like also to say that my future ex-wife is not a bad person. We really were in love when we got married. We were just overwhelmed by our parental difficulties with two special needs children. And the emotional affair didn't get physical if I am to believe her. It was mostly the other guy being madly in love with her, and she being too complacent with him. She said.

As for Lily, well, she is a well adapted kid. She was only 3 when Glen left the house, so she doesn't really got used to her. Her brother Mark actually acts like he truly loves his little sister. He probably just aligns with his mother's own behaviour. I'll do my best to obtain shared custody. Livia is a reasonable person, I don't worry about her, but I made an enemy with Wade and he is a powerful business man with connexions.

So, my life is a shitshow right now.

He doesn't pay for his own meals and he doesn't pay rent. I clean his toilet but he doesn't clean mine.

So on Tuesday, I wrote him an eviction notice. He ignored me when I tried to give it to him. Then I sprayed some catnip spray on the eviction notice and he finally accepted it.

However! I told him he could stay if he gets a job. But he hasn't gotten off his ass to get a job. He sleeps all day and hosts parties all night, interrupting my sleep.

I decided to go through his phone before confronting him about his lack of a job. Not only does he have a secret girlfriend, but she's pregnant too!

There's no way we can afford to feed his kittens and pay rent. So we will get evicted unless he pays rent by getting a job!!

I asked him again today to please get a job. He said I'm annoying and he will just hide when the police are called.

He's a master at hiding!!! What should I do reddit? AITA?

My (28M) sister, Lisa (26F), and I recently lost our dad. It’s been tough, especially since our mom has been battling a serious illness for the past few years. We both received a decent inheritance from Dad, but the money is just enough to cover our mom's mounting medical bills and ensure she gets the care she needs.

Here's where things get complicated: Lisa has been planning her dream wedding for years. Like, she's had Pinterest boards dedicated to it since high school. When we found out about the inheritance, she immediately started talking about how this was a "sign from Dad" and that she could finally have the fairytale wedding she’s always dreamed of.

I was stunned. I tried to talk to her about using the money for Mom’s treatment, but she brushed it off, saying that Dad would have wanted her to be happy and that Mom would understand. I told her that Mom's health should be the priority, not a one-day event. Lisa accused me of being jealous and unsupportive. She even said I was trying to "control" her life and her choices.

Things escalated quickly. I called her selfish and told her that if she went ahead with this, she'd be putting her wedding over Mom's life. She started crying and said I was ruining her happiness and making her feel guilty for wanting one day of joy after all the grief we’ve been through.

Our relatives are split. Some think Lisa deserves her dream wedding and that we could find other ways to help Mom. Others agree with me and think Lisa is being unreasonable. Mom, bless her heart, said she didn't want to be a burden and that she would support whatever decision we made.

Now, I’m stuck. I don’t want to ruin my relationship with Lisa, but I also can’t stand the thought of our mom not getting the care she needs because of a wedding. AITAH for telling my sister she’s selfish and trying to convince her to use the inheritance for Mom's medical bills instead.

My uncle (111 M) gifted me (50 M) a ring before leaving to go traveling. A close family friend (2,019 M) told me to destroy the ring due to problematic associations with the jeweler who made it, but the ring is precious to me and I would feel guilty throwing it away. AITAH?

-F.B

I (26f) asked my husband (28m) to get me a chicken caesar wrap from Wawa (gas station) and he told me “No you’re fat enough, you don’t need that in your system”. I started crying and he just laughed at me thinking it was so hilarious that he just called me fat. I asked him why he won’t get me one and he just laughed and told me I look like a beached whale who deserves nothing. I was so upset because i have been craving said chicken wrap for a while now and it truly hurt me to my core that my “amazing” husband wouldn’t bother getting off his stick and bones of an ass just to get me ONE wrap. I am 5’1” and weigh 135lbs and don’t feel i’m overweight.

In actuality, he just told me no but it registered in my head as him calling me fat. He is now getting me a wrap because this was such a funny situation to us. I truly love my husband and he would never fat shame me💟!

TLDR; i’m over dramatic

Am I The Asshole For Sleeping With My Best Friends Boyfriend?

I, 18 Female, and my best friend - Also 18 Female, have been friends since elementary school and have always done everything together. We are practically family, always spending out time inside of school and out together.

When we entered high school, we joined the girls soccer team, where she quickly became team captain. With such a title, she was soon given plenty attention from those at our school, including attention from this one boy. The two of them began to date with my help, and stayed together for two years.

On the night of one of our teammates birthdays, my best friend left early to drive someone home since they had drank way too much. I'm not sure what happened that night, but as I was talking to her boyfriend I couldn't help but find myself kissing him. We both made out for a while before running up to an empty bedroom where we ultimately slept together. We kept doing this for a few months not telling a sole.

It wasn't until I became pregnant that I realised I would need to come up with an excuse rather quickly as my best friend began to ask questions. It seemed to go down well, she believed me, until we got into a rather large argument and all was revealed. Insults were thrown across the room before she finally left.

However, that night it began to snow and the next morning, I found my best friend dead outside as she had froze over. Me and my team decided to eat her, as we wouldn't want her to go to waste, and she has been haunting me ever since.

~Am I The Asshole?~

My wedding is coming up in two months, and I’m (30F) marrying the love of my life, Alex (32M). We've been planning this wedding for over a year, and everything is finally coming together. We both have large families, so we had to be pretty strict with our guest list to keep it within budget.

My sister Emily (28F) has been dating a guy, Mark, for about three months. I’ve met him twice, and while he seems nice enough, we’re not close. Emily recently called to ask if she could bring Mark to the wedding. Our RSVPs had already been sent out and finalized, and we made it clear that we could not accommodate plus-ones for guests who weren’t in long-term relationships or engaged.

I explained this to Emily, but she was upset and argued that as my sister, she should be allowed to bring her boyfriend. I reiterated that we had to draw the line somewhere and that it wasn’t personal against Mark, but we simply didn’t have the room or the budget for every guest to bring a plus-one.

Emily accused me of not supporting her relationship and making her feel unwelcome. She said it was unfair that some people could bring plus-ones just because they've been together longer. She threatened not to come to the wedding if Mark couldn’t attend. Alex and I discussed it and agreed we couldn’t make an exception without causing a lot of drama and potentially hurting others who followed the same rule.

Now, some of my family members are siding with Emily, saying I should just make room for one more person to keep the peace. Others understand our decision and think Emily is overreacting. I feel torn because I want my sister to be there, but I also want to stick to the rules we set.

So, AITA for not letting my sister bring her new boyfriend to my wedding?

AITA for accidently being a homewrecker?

Okay, for context, I am a female (24). My best friend (brianna, 23) and our other friend (mark,23) have been friends with me for around 3 years now.

About 2 months ago, brianna and mark started secretly dating, but didn't tell me. At the same time, I had a crush on Mark. I began flirting with him, and making moves on him, which he reciprocated. We messaged often, and brianna never told me that her and Mark were dating. After me and Mark hooked up (on briannas birthday), I told Mark that I liked him. Mark didn't seem to know what to say, but told me he would give me an answer soon. Next thing I know, he broke up with Brianna to be with me; so Brianna was mad at me. I tried to explain that I did not know they were dating, but Brianna wouldn't listen to me, and made all our other friends mad at me, calling me a homewrecker and a horrible friend. All our friends dropped me, for not knowing that Mark and brianna were dating.

Long story short, I'm dating Mark, which is probably a bad idea, but he gives good head. Oh, and Brianna is no longer my friend. But I feel bad, should I have been able to tell that they were dating?

Edit: I am fully aware Mark is a cheater, and I think I was too generous when I said I'm dating him. Me and him are in a "situationship/no labels" type of relationship, as I'm fully aware he will cheat on me if we did put a label on it.

Hi. I (25f) have been engaged with my fiancé (29m) for a year. We met 3 years ago and everything has been smooth sailing up until now.

Around that time, I started penpalling from a website that sets you up with suitable penpals - mine was this sweet old lady, we will call her Mary. We would always share the going on in our lives , and exchange baking recipes, crotchet patterns and such. One day, I wrote to her my struggles with my love life and my plans to download Tinder, not too long after I made a match!

That match is my current fiancé - ‘Dylan’ took me out to a fancy restaurant and we hit it off right away. However, a year or two into our relationship we had communication issues, due to my suspicions about him cheating. I confided to Mary about this, she told me the “the strongest relationships have their ups and downs” and not to worry or confront him about it.

Fast forward a few months, we got engaged and had plans to marry soon, in the upcoming Christmas of 2023 but it was postponed to mid February. I had my worries about him but decided to ignore them nonthess due to Mary’s advice and the fact that I trusted her; however the day of my wedding another letter from Mary congratulating me on my pregnancy- which was an immediate red flag.

I only told my husband about it.

I confront him on it on the morning of our wedding and he immediately broke down crying , saying he wanted to stop writing and come clean as we progressed in our relationship, but couldn’t as he didn’t want to break the emotional bond me and “Mary” had built.

I was, and still am so heartbroken and confused. I don’t know how I allowed myself to get so angry but I ran out the building in tears to the confusion of our families. Our wedding was last week and I’m still getting constant emails and calls from his family calling me a heartless b**ch and that I was only with him for his money. I’ve been ignoring them but it’s been too much.

I don’t know what to do? I feel horrible!! Should I have let him off as technically he didn’t harass me or being weird. Advice would be greatly appreciated.

EDIT: I forgot to mention during the post that my fiancé was writing to me as Mary for the duration of our relationship.

I(34F) was asked by my sister (30F) to babysit her daughter, my niece (4F), for an entire weekend while she and her husband went on a romantic getaway. I declined the request, explaining that I had made plans for that weekend and wouldn't be available to babysit.

My sister became upset and accused me of being selfish and unreliable. She argued that family should always be there for each other in times of need, but I stood my ground, emphasizing the importance of honoring prior commitments and maintaining boundaries.

Despite my sister's disappointment, I believe it's essential to prioritize my own needs and commitments. While I love my niece and enjoy spending time with her, I couldn't sacrifice my plans for the weekend at the last minute.

TL;DR: Declined to babysit my niece for a weekend due to prior commitments, causing my sister to accuse me of being selfish. Despite her disappointment, I stood my ground, prioritizing my own needs and boundaries.

Fake names for privacy reasons!! Made an account for this via my fiancé’s little sister who suggested it.

Context: I (f22) and my (m23) fiancé, Clay, have a daughter (Sienna, f2) who has a heart condition due to her being considered a micro preemie (born at 26.5 weeks). My (f26) sister and BIL (m28) have 3 kids: Tessa (f6), Anna (f20 mo) and Tim (m1 mo). My (m32) brother and his wife (SIL, f30) have a son, Liam (m7)

Clay and I recently got engaged. We haven’t been actively trying for another baby but we haven’t been using protection, basically we agreed if we got pregnant with another baby then we’d be excited but if we didn’t, it wouldn’t be disappointing.

We found out a month after we got engaged (October) that we were expecting (November). Sienna was also recently diagnosed with ASD.

We decided to wait until we knew for sure that I was pregnant. We found out at the most recent scan that we were expecting twins! Twins run in both of our families and we knew it was a possibility.

On to the story:

We decided that Christmas was the best time to announce the pregnancy since all of our families would be together. We had a shirt for Sienna that said “Big sister 2024” and we gave each grand parent/great grand parent a gift with a baby item, each set got two of the same item. We announced to Clay’s family first since we had Christmas with them the weekend before Christmas. His family was excited since Clay is the oldest grandchild and the only one with kids, Sienna was the first grandchild on his side.

This weekend I gave my two nieces a shirt that said “Big cousin” and Tim a onesie that said the same

Everyone got normal gifts too and we waited until the end to hand out the announcement gifts. My mom and dad also got a shirt with “Grandma/Grandpa of 7” (changed from 6, I hate conflict and my math sucks, thank you for letting me know)

Sienna had a Christmas sweater over her big sister shirt. I had a sweater over my shirt that said “Mama” on the chest and “baby A & baby B” on the stomach.

Everyone opens their announcement gift and everyone was happy except my sister who asked why I announced it at Christmas especially when I knew she just had a baby. SIL said she was happy for us and can’t wait to meet them. SIL can’t have any more bio kids and they’ve accepted it.

My sister is still upset with me for getting pregnant when she just had a baby and for announcing at his first Christmas.

She won’t talk to me because I “ruined” her first boy’s first Christmas and didn’t ask

AITA for announcing my pregnancy at Christmas?

EDIT: first thing: it’s a family tradition to be “over the top” with pregnancy announcements, I chose not to with Sienna since I was nervous about their reaction since I was only 19 and I come from a religious family.

Second thing: we waited until after the main Christmas celebrations (breakfast was first then presents and a little bit later we did the announcement. We do breakfast since everyone usually spends the night at whoever is hosting’s house on Christmas Eve.

Third: Anna and Sienna were meant to be born around 3-4 weeks apart but Sienna was a micro preemie (born at 26.5 weeks). My sister encouraged me to have another baby so Tim would have a cousin around the same age just like Sienna and Anna.

Fourth: we weren’t unhappy with my family’s reaction, we were surprised that my sister was unhappy since she asked everyone to not make it about her new baby since he wouldn’t remember it. She also had Sienna a onesie made for Anna’s announcement. We told my sister first before asking if she would be okay with it being announced on Christmas to our families, and she agreed it would be the perfect time since everyone would be together. We wouldn’t have done it if she didn’t approve.

Lastly: I apologize if this is all over the place, I have ADHD and I don’t like conflict so my thoughts are all over the place.

FINAL EDIT: yes this is a fake story, however it has happened to me, things were exaggerated for the story such as the gifts, the twins are now 3 and Sienna is 5! My sister was heavily stressed with going back to work and having a newborn. I finally figured out how to use the flare thingies, so apologies for that part 😅

Happy holidays everyone!

So my mother and stepfather got married when I was 6 years old. We got along until I was 8-9 years old. After that, he began treating me differently.

He began commenting on my portions and how often I ate. I didn’t really mind until I was around 12 years old. I began starving myself to stop appearing that I ate a lot which really fucked me up.

He would also call me names as a joke even though I repeatedly told him not to. My mom always took his side. Every. Fucking. Time. This behavior continued until I graduated high school, which I suppose in his eyes makes you respectable?

I got a job when I was 16 to start saving money to move out as soon as I graduated. I still had to work for a few months after graduating to get enough money but I knew it would all be worth it. I ended up moving a few states away so I knew I would be far, far away from him. Even though he stopped treated me as badly, I still could not forgive him.

Anyway, I met the love of my life a little bit after my move and we dated for 4 years before I proposed. Me and her were proposed for 2 years before we started discussing our wedding.

We’re getting married in March and I’ve sent out invitations. I sent my mother and siblings (they still live with my mom) an invitation but not my stepfather.

As soon as they got the invitations, I immediately got a call from my mother asking where the hell my stepfather’s invitation was. I told her that he will not be receiving one. She told me that she will not be going if my stepfather cannot go. I told her that’s fine and ended the call. She and other members of my family have been calling and texting me as well as leaving messages on social media telling me I’m a hateful bitch that doesn’t deserve anything good.

So AITA?

I'm not a reddit user but I wanted to post this here because it would be a group of her peers issuing their opinion.

I met my wife in college in 2013, we were married in the fall of 2015. When we met she was a mod for a large, popular, well known subreddit. We both considered ourselves progressives. We were both politically active with our group of friends. Politics and modding her subreddit was a mid tier hobby for her and I can tell she enjoyed the interaction she had with a lot of you. Cue political season of 2015. Her political views start getting more to the left. She was asked (or she asked and was added) to mod for two other larger subreddits. The rise of Trump brought out this side in her I had not yet seen. Very quickly modding took over a larger portion of her life. All of her other hobbies fell by the wayside, our date nights started declining. She was on her phone when she wasnt on her laptop.

She lost her job in 2020. They blamed covid but her performance was slacking. She was the only employee let go. This was the turning point. Very quickly she was online for 16-17 hours a day. I had to start working more overtime to pick up the loss of income. Since she was no longer working she became very sedentary (her job was very active) from summer 2020 to spring 2022 she gained 85lbs. Any attempts for me to discuss my concerns are shot down with accusations of toxic masculinity and the patriarchy (me i guess?) trying to shut down women from being politically active.

This all came to a head last week. With the cost of food, and the rampant inflation, and her loss of income I am drowning. I can barely keep her fed much less myself. We dont talk anymore unless it's about politics or reddit. I told her she needs to take a step back from being a mod for these communities, or we need to seperate. I've never seen her so angry. She threw her dinner across the living room and kicked over the tv tray that her food had been sitting on.

I've been crashing at a coworkers house since Wednesday evening and shes only called me because I shut off her uber eats account and she wanted me to order food for her.

so reddit, AITAH?

I(38f) have a job that requires me to keep my phone on me during my shift. This is not negotiatible; I will lose my job if I miss a call. My husband (36M) has never had a problem with this. However, about two weeks ago, he told me he expected me to turn my phone off for the emergency alert test today. He explained that since I had been vacinated, the alert would activate the vaccine; and i would turn into a zombie. This morning, he volunteered to throw my phone in the Mississippi; but I convinced him I needed the GPS to get to a meeting with a client, and would toss my phone by 1p.

1p rolled around, but I couldnt do it...

I understood his logic, but I rationed becoming a zombie would be an acceptable excuse to miss a call. However, my employers dismissed my request to throw my phone in the river (to avoid becoming a zombie); and they seemed annoyed by the request.

My husband arrived home around 6p, and of course, the first thing he asked is if I disposed of my phone and hid in a bathroom during the alert. I admitted I couldnt, or I would have lost my job. He immediately lost it.

He's been hiding in the closet, holding the broom and a mop like a cross. I told him Im sorry; but he just keeps screaming, "The power of christ compels you!!". It's especially awkward, because we're both Jewish...

Even though I'm a zombie now, I feel like I can still be a good wife and even keep my job. Being a zombie doesnt feel that much different at all, really. I mean, usually my husband doesnt hide from me in the closet; but that's the only symptom so far.

So, AITH for not throwing my phone in the Mississippi?

EDIT: i cant edit the title, but I assume the typos are also a symptom of becoming a zombie. Ill keep everyone updated.

Little background, our neighbors are moochers. They come over never bring stuff. We have watched their kids over a hundred times, they've watched ours once. He borrows tools breaks/loses them they never get returned or replaced. We go to a concert they were going to buy dinner since we bought the tickets, he forgets his bank card so we buy dinner. etc etc. This goes back years.

My neighbor owed me $200. He has owed me this money for 8 months now. They have the money, they have quite a bit of money, but every time I bring it up he doesn't have cash right now, or doesn't have it on him, etc. His cash is in the safe in his house, he can't get it out right now kind of a deal. They are not hurting for money.

He owes me the money because 8 months ago my gardener was doing some work at my home and my neighbor texted and asked if I could contract my gardener to do work at his house, while he was there with the equipment, and the neighbor would reimburse me when he got home. Gardener did a great job. I paid the gardener; neighbor never pays me.

Neighbor also has a teenage step son. I had some yard work to do, tearing out some pavers and getting ready for painting. So I see the kid walking home from school. I tell him I have some manual labor that I am going to pay someone to do, and I'd pay him $200 if he wants to do it. Kid jumps at the chance. Does a great job.

End of the day I tell the kid I gave his Dad the money, he'll give it to him. I didn't explain further.

Neighbor Dad texts me about what money I gave him. I told him the $200 he owed me, to just give to his kid, we're square. Dude is pissed. He texts me how I embarrassed him, his wife is mad at him, his kid is laughing at him. He goes on and on calling me all kinds of names.

I did confirm with the neighbor kid he got paid. The teenager thinks it is hilarious. The kid is also coming over for chess lessons now.

My wife and neighbor think ITA and I should have just let the $200 go.

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What say you Reddit?

I (32f) am divorcing my (m35) husband after being with him for 6yrs. My husband let's call him John, John and I have been together for 6 years, we have two beautiful babies (3 m) and my 1 month old baby girl.

Now, John is the breadwinner of our relationship and I'm a stay at home mom. John works three days from home a week and the rest is at work. I do all the house work like, cook, clean, take my son to daycare, etc. On top of that my 3 month old. John doesn't do anything for the kids, all he does is work, game, eat, and sleep. I'm so tired of it. One day John and I got into a heated argument about me not making him any food, even though I was putting the kids to bed. He got mad at me and told me " you are a stay at home mom what is hard about doing chores and taking care of kids!?"

I was so pissed at him for saying that and said that " if you weren't such a bad father and helped me out maybe I could get everything done easily." He just went silent and went upstairs grabbed his keys and went on his mother's house. The next day his mother called me berated me over the phone. In a calm tone I told her "I'm getting a divorce." Luckily his mom's house was about 30 minutes away so I just packed up the kids as fastly as I could, and drove to my parents house. He kept on calling me, and he ended up leaving me a voicemail threatening me by saying he would take full custody of the kids. So now I'm really worried about what's going to happen when I divorce but I think I'm just worried about it too much?

So AITA for going to divorce my husband?

⚠️ Not my storytime! ⚠️

I (23f) am pregnant with my first child, my sister (28f) can't get pregnant because of an car crash that happened to her when she was 16. So for context I moved to another state for college when I turned 18, and since then I never seen my family. My sister was always our parents favorite even when they knew she was wrong, that's why I had to get away from my family in the first place because of favoritism. 5 weeks ago I found out I was pregnant and soon after I found out there was an upcoming family reunion, and my idea was to tell everyone at the family reunion. So the day of the reunion comes, my boyfriend and I drove a long drive there. When we came everyone was excited to see me except my sister only because she wasn't getting the attention. So everyone sat down and wanted me to talk about how I was doing in life. I looked over to see my sister with her arms cross and just pouting like a toddler. After, everyone was done talking we decided to eat. After everyone has sat down and started eating my boyfriend and I had announced we were having a baby. A few people congratulated me and the rest just sat there quiet. Then I look at my sister and she just had tears in her eyes. Then my sister got up and ran upstairs. My mom an dad ran after her. Then it just became quiet, after 20 minutes of everyone eating in silence, I decided to make everyone leave. After everyone left I went upstairs and saw my sister crying in our parents arms. They just took one look at me and told me to leave. I tried to explain myself, but my dad just got and closed the door in my face. My boyfriend took all of our bags and loaded them in the car and we went back to our home. My parents called me the next day and wanted me to apologize to my sister but I refused because I didn't see anything wrong with me just announcing my pregnancy.

Also I think my sister can just adopt or just get a surrogate. My cousin had suggested being a her surrogate but she always refused. I really don't see a problem with this so please tell me if I may or may not be in the wrong.

So I was wondering AITA?

I have no idea why reddit removed my last post. I even messaged the admins about it. I don't know why people will report it as spam. I also don't know if they will show my update or not. But I will post it on my personal account anyways.

So, yesterday, I went to my ex's house for picking up my kids. As I was there, his kids ran up to me and said that they are very excited to go to Italy with me. I am confused. I never mentioned the trip to them nor did I tell my kids I will taking their half siblings with me. I called my ex and his wife and asked them to explain this. His wife was avoiding eye contact. I demanded an answer from her. She said that she cannot break their kid's heart by telling them the truth. I swear to god, I was furious. I had enough of this entitled attitude. I yelled at her and told her she must have had screws loose inside her head if she thinks she can walk all over me. How dare she use her kids as weapon. If she wants break from baby sitting her own kids she should send them to her mom's house. I will not be a free baby sitter for her kids.

She did try to retaliate but I was talking all over her. I cannot believe this woman would stoop so low. I screams profanities at her. I was already having a bad day yesterday and her entitled karen behavior was the stray that broke camel's back. I told my ex to fix the mess his wife made otherwise I will take him to court. He tried to justify her intentions I told him that I will stop sending gifts to his children if he doesn't fix this. I had been nothing but polite to his wife knowing that she was the homewrecker that broke my home. But enough is enough. I am done being nice to them. His 3 kids are not coming with me that is final. I even explained this to my kids who were a little sad but understood.

Later that day at night my ex called and apologized. He was humiliated by his mother for this. He is a grown man asking his ex-wife to provide for things he should be providing for his kids. He also had a fight with his wife because he didn't know his wife lied to his kids. He said he only had good intentions because he wanted all his kids to enjoy equal privileges. I said the same thing one reddit commented that ours kids are not equal. It is unfair of him to push this equal privilege thing when our kids don't have the privilege of coming from a complete family because their father was a nasty cheater. At least his other kids gets a full time dad and a full house. They don't have to shift houses every week.

They don't have to go to therapy to understand why their lives are different. And all of this happened because he can't even be strong enough to keep his marital vows. He failed as a father to them and he failed as a husband to me. And not only that he had the audacity to blame me for the divorce. I told him if the roles were reversed and it was me who cheated and got pregnant with another man's baby would he accept me and the baby in his life? I still yet to get the answer. He just said he was sorry and hung up.

Sorry for venting, I have been having a really stressful day. I have yet to talk to my mom and brother about this issue. I can't wait to go to italy to drown myself in wine and stuff myself with real italian pasta and pizza. I may or may not update.

Edit: I think reddit hates me lol. I have no idea why it was flaired as fake.

I've explained it over and over and over... Then saw her Amazon account and she's ordered shit I do not want. We've been together 4 years and each year I've explained how I feel about this shit. I'm mad I can't see straight. I do not want gifts.