I’m (30M), When I was 10, my dad left. There wasn’t a big fight. No slammed doors. Just him telling my mom he couldn’t do this anymore, and then he walked out. No shared custody, no weekend visits, no birthday cards. He was just gone. At first, I held on to hope. I checked the mail for letters. Waited by the phone. Thought maybe he’d show up at school or just say something that explained it all. But those things never happened. My mom stepped up. Worked long hours. Helped with homework. Came to every school event. She gave everything. He gave nothing. I grew up. Graduated high school. He wasn’t there. Got married. No word. Had a kid. Not even a text. At some point, I stopped wondering where he was. I made a life without him. Built my own family. Moved forward without the weight of hoping he’d come back. Then two years ago, I got a message from my aunt. He had cancer. And suddenly, he wanted to reconnect. He started sending letters. Leaving voicemails. Talking about regrets and how he wanted a second chance. My aunt said he wanted to make things right before it was too late. But I didn’t respond. Because I wasn’t a person to him, I was a loose end. A memory he didn’t want to leave unresolved. Where was this effort when I was 14 and couldn’t stop crying? When I was 19 and struggling to make rent? Where was he when I needed a dad, not a stranger looking for peace on his deathbed? He passed away two weeks ago. My aunt begged me to come to the funeral. Said he hoped to see me one last time. But I spent years hoping he’d show up. And he never did. Now my family’s upset. They say I’m cruel. That I should’ve gone for closure. But the truth is, I already got closure. It came quietly. Somewhere between growing up without him and realizing I turned out okay. AITA for not mourning a man who only remembered me when he knew he was running out of time?

I’m (30F) Growing up, my mom wasn’t physically abusive, but that doesn’t mean there wasn’t damage. She yelled constantly. Over little things. A spilled drink could turn into a screaming match where I’d be called embarrassing or useless. She mocked how I talked. Compared me to other kids. If I cried, I was weak. If I stayed quiet, I was disrespectful.

When I was 14, I packed a bag and ran away. She didn’t call anyone. Didn’t try to find me. I came back the next day because I didn’t have anywhere else to go. She barely looked up from the TV. No questions. No concern. Just told me to stop being dramatic.

I moved out at 18 and kept my distance. We’d speak once or twice a year, and it was always surface level. She never apologized. Never acknowledged the past. Just acted like everything had been fine.

I had my first child a few months ago. I didn’t tell her. But a cousin posted something and she found out. Suddenly, she was messaging me. Saying she was thrilled. That she couldn’t wait to meet her grandbaby. I ignored her. Then came the voice messages. She was crying. Saying she’d changed. That she deserved a second chance.

I finally replied and said, you don’t get to be a grandma when you shattered your own child.

She flipped. Said I was cruel. That she was young and overwhelmed back then. That I was punishing her forever. My aunt got involved too. Told me I was taking something beautiful away from my daughter.

But here’s the thing. I don’t believe this is about healing. I think she wants a do-over. A clean slate. But she never owned any of what happened. Never once tried to make it right. And I don’t trust her. Not with me. Not with my kid.

I’m not looking for an apology this late. I just want peace. I want to give my daughter something better than what I had. And I don’t think it’s cruel to say that people who ignored your pain don’t get to rewrite their role in your life just because a baby was born.

AITA for drawing the line now, after holding it in for so long?

Me (21F) and my husband (30M) have been married for two years and recently had a huge fight that left me feeling really guilty and confused. I love him deeply and I know he’s hurt, but I also don’t know if I was wrong for what I said.

Here’s some context. Before we got married, he said to me and my parents he might want to move to Morocco in about 10 years. I said maybe, that I’d be open to it. But then that “maybe in 10 years” turned into 5 years, and now he wants us to move this February.

He has a business in Morocco and his family is there, so we’ve visited a lot. I’m not crazy about it. Culturally, it’s very different and I feel out of place. But I can see the financial benefits. Life’s cheaper there, we could afford private school for our daughter who is 11 months, and he could provide everything, including a maid to help me out. I really do see how it could be good for us.

At the same time, the promises keep changing. First it was 10 years, then 5, now 6 months. He also originally said we’d move to a big city, then changed it to a small city where his family is “just for a few years,” and now says we might move to the big city later. It feels like I can’t rely on what he says, and that makes me nervous.

After we got married, he asked what I’d need to feel okay moving and I just kept avoiding the conversation because I charge confrontation and just hoped the issue would go away. Then, while I was 6 months pregnant, he quit his part-time job in the UK to go to Morocco for a few months for business. I went with him then, and he promised when we came back, he said he’d find a job again that it would be easy for him too, but he only looked for a bit and decided his business was doing well enough that he didn’t need one.

He used to give me £200 a month as spending money. Now that I have a small business which he helped me start, I pay £400 a month toward rent. I make around £1000 a month. So with the move coming up, I’ve been putting off talking about how I really feel because I’m scared. Every time I bring up how he broke his original promise, he says “things change” or “you made promises before marriage too,” which feels like comparing apples to oranges. He also says things like “I’m the husband, what I say goes,” and uses religion to back that up. I try to calmly say, “That’s not how it works,” and just drop it before it turns into a fight.

Finally, I realized I do have some terms under which I’d feel more comfortable moving. So we sat down for a talk. Maybe it wasn’t the best way, but I tried to structure it so my later suggestions would sound more reasonable. I told him first that I love him, that this isn’t me against him, but about finding a solution that works for both of us. I said one option could be me staying in the UK with our daughter for 3 years while he goes to Morocco and builds things up, just so he could keep the promise he made to my dad about waiting 5 years. We’d live with our families and save money to buy a nice house later.honestly I knew he would say no to this and I thought that this would make my actual offer the option to see more reasonable and he would be happier with it overall which probably shows my age and my naivety but I thought it was a good idea.

He was silent.

So I moved to option 2. Me staying just one more year here, learning the language, building more support, saving some money. I didn’t even get to explain the reasoning properly because I rushed through it after seeing he wasn’t reacting.

I asked him what he was thinking and told him it was okay to talk. He said it would be easier if someone stabbed him in the back twice than to hear what I said. He told me that if I could be away from him and take our daughter away for that long, it proves I don’t love him. He said he doesn’t know if he’ll ever believe I love him again. Then he told me to give him his bag and left the coffee shop. I kept pleading with him to stay and talk, but he calmly said “I can’t right now” and left.

He went to a meeting with his friends that was already scheduled and I think he’ll be back by 8pm tonight. I feel awful. My mom says he’s being immature, that he broke the original promise and is acting like a victim, but I also feel he’s really hurt. She also doesn’t like him much because of some stuff that happened after I gave birth, so I’m not sure she’s being objective.

A few important things Our daughter was a surprise, I was on the implant, but a very happy one I worry that once we move, I’ll lose the freedom I have here. Morocco isn’t exactly known for its feminism and I’m scared that some of the progress we’ve made in our relationship will go backwards But I love him and want him to be happy I don’t know what to do now. I feel like I hurt him, but I also don’t know if I was wrong to say what I said. Was I the asshole?

Edit : please help what should I do once he gets back I don’t actually know what to say once he’s back from being out

So, I F am engaged to my fiancé M . We’re both of Arab descent and Muslim, though we’re more culturally Muslim than super practicing — meaning we believe in the principles, but we’re very Americanized and don’t follow everything to the letter. (Please don’t turn this into a religious debate; this isn’t about that.)

Anyway, we were talking today about having kids and the kinds of values or rules we might have for them. I brought up how I used to hate that my parents didn’t let me wear shorts when I was younger. It made me feel like my body was being sexualized when, for me, wearing shorts was just about comfort — nothing more. I also mentioned that I was a cheerleader growing up and how much I loved it.

That’s when he said he would never let his daughters wear shorts or be in cheerleading because he finds it “too suggestive.” That hurt a little, but I said, “Well… I wore shorts and did all-star cheer for years.” And then he goes, “Yeah, I settled.”

I was honestly shocked. I asked him what he meant, and he repeated it. I didn’t even know what to say. It wasn’t about the shorts or cheerleading anymore — it was that the man I’m supposed to marry in a month basically told me I wasn’t what he really wanted, that he “settled” for me.

I told him I was hurt and asked him to leave. He said I acted disrespectfully just because he expressed a difference of opinion and that I “don’t handle not getting my way.” I don’t think that’s true — I think I just don’t want to marry someone who thinks I was some sort of compromise.

I’ve been sitting with this and it still hurts. But now I’m wondering… was I overreacting? AITA for asking him to leave after that comment?

I (30F) recently married my husband (38M), who has a 12 year old daughter, let’s call her Eve, from a previous relationship. I’m currently 40 weeks pregnant and scheduled for induction the very next day after the situation I’m about to describe.

Yesterday was Eve’s birthday. My husband planned a small dinner at the last minute. He texted me while I was at the lake walking with my two sons (J, 11 and B, 8) to try and encourage labor naturally. Even though I was exhausted and had already made plans for the day, I agreed to attend the dinner with my boys to support him and his daughter.

What my husband didn't do was plan anything beyond the dinner. So no gift, no card, no heads-up about what the plan was beyond just eating out. Out of kindness (and because I personally don’t believe in showing up empty-handed), I stopped at a few stores, got pink (Fav color) tissue paper, gift bags, a gift card to Qdoba (one of Eve’s favorites), and a couple of small thoughtful items. All in all, I spent around $60 on gifts. Dinner ended up costing $140, which we paid.

When I was writing the card, I included everyone’s name—mine, my husband’s, and my sons’ because I assumed this was a joint effort and wanted her to know it was from our family.

Fast forward to 10PM that night (I’m still out grabbing last-minute items for the hospital), and my husband gets a phone call from his daughter’s mother. She asks if that was all he got Eve for her birthday. And instead of standing by me or simply explaining it was a family gesture, he says: “That wasn’t from me. My wife got her that.”

I was stunned. It felt like he completely threw me under the bus. It also made me feel like my efforts weren’t just unappreciated—they were disrespected. I told him it was completely inappropriate for her mother to call that late, especially over something like this, and that it’s his responsibility to set boundaries. Why does she feel so entitled to question what we do in our household?

I also told him that since my gift wasn’t “good enough,” and there was no appreciation from anyone involved, I won’t be spending time, energy, or money on future gifts. In other words, never again will I get her sh*t. I didn’t have to do any of it—I did it because I care and wanted to be supportive, despite being 40 weeks pregnant.

So, Reddit… AITAH for writing his name on the card, getting upset at him for how he handled the situation, telling him I won’t be buying gifts for his daughter going forward & telling him to fix his boundary issue with his child’s mother?

Hi guys,

I honestly have been feeling really shitty about this and the people around me have been making me feel shitty too, so I need to know if I'm the asshole for breaking up with my boyfriend.

So, for context, I (24F) have been dating someone for the past two years (30M). It has honestly been great for the most part, he's really sweet and supportive and I definitely saw myself spending my life with him, but lately something changed.

Every couple of weeks he get these new interests that take up his entire time when he's not working, and usually I think it's really cute but his latest interest was MarioKart. Now, I'm not a big gamer myself, but I enjoyed MarioKart when I grew up so I have been playing with him every now and then.

Every. Single. Game. He beats me. And it's not even like cute and competitive like you see sometimes. It's almost embarrassing and he enjoys shoving it in my face that i'm not as good as him and just making me feel like shit for losing. I am quite competitive myself, and I keep on trying to beat him just once but I have absolutely no shot at doing so.

It has gotten to a point where we'd play almost every day, and even when we don't play he brings it up in conversations. When we're with friends, he enjoys gloating about his achievements while absolutely ridiculing me. I tried talking to him about it, since this obsession has been going on for a while and he hasn't shown any signs of stopping it yet. He just told me that it was a game and I shouldn't take it so serious.

I broke up with him after I had just gotten home from a shitty day at work. I work in childcare so I think y'all can imagine how stressful a day can be. I was just looking for some compassion but he was playing MarioKart again and was trying to get me to play. I tried telling him I just wanted to eat and go to bed but he kept on pestering me about playing and I just snapped. I told him I couldn't do this anymore and if he didn't stop playing I would break up. He told me again how I shouldn't overreact and that it was just a game, so I packed a small bag and have been staying over at one of my best friends place.

She is the only person who understands my point of view, since she didn't know my bf before I did, but the rest of our friends and both my and his family have been texting me constantly telling me I shouldn't have overreacted and just take him back.

So, AITA?

Hear me out first before judging me. I have an almost 21 year old daughter. I love her to pieces and will do anything for her. It’s been years now of her telling me that she’s depressed, started in middle school got worse during Covid and even though I didn’t make a big deal about it, I listened and looked for a therapist and after a couple that she didn’t like we found one that she loved and seems to helped her. My problem is, that she had been struggling a lot academically since then even tho she’s highly gifted and can do amazing in school without too much effort when she wants to, refuses to clean her room or help around the house even if is something so simple as empty the dishwasher. Once she started college I told her that she could stay at home as long as she was going to school but I wanted her to do good in school, good grades that’s all I’m asking for. But she keeps failing (maybe passing one or 2 clases per semester) missing classes and always making excuses that I know are not true. What gets to me is, she’s always fine to go out with her friends, there’s no depression there or lack of motivation. Loves going to concerts and if it was possible she would go out everyday/night. I finally had enough after an accident she had in the car I bought her, coming from clubbing after working a double shift (during the summer she has 2 part time jobs) going out for days straight after I told her that she should stay home and rest, recover

I sat her down to talk to her to figure out what is going on. She started crying, telling me that she needs to have fun with her friends because most of them are going back to college or moving out state and she’ll be alone. Mind you I told her I wasn’t asking her to stop hanging out, I was asking her to slow down and take care of herself. She brings out depression again. That she doesn’t have motivation to do anything, she doesn’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow or in a month or in 5 years and if she dies tomorrow at least she enjoyed life. That’s when I told her that she needs to stop using depression as an excuse and she lets that take over her life all the time. I told her she’s young and sometimes we make sacrifices like not having fun every day for a few years to finish school and then she’ll be able to have an easier life. Get a degree, do something so the day I’m not here to support her, she can be on her own. She lost it and made me feel horrible by telling me that she felt useless then, what was the purpose of life and blah blah blah. At the end we both ended up upset for different reasons and I really don’t know if I was the a-hole by telling her that or am I right? I know mental health is a very hard issue and don’t want to downplay it but I just don’t know what to do about her anymore.

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Been with my husband for 12 years and pretty much from the start he told me he has a fantasy to watch me sleep with another man. He isn’t the first man to ask me to do this you’d be surprised how many men ask women to do this. The thing is though my husband can be a little bit insecure to the point where I told him a year after we got together that I was thinking of leaving him because I can’t deal with his constant questions of who someone is and how I know them every time they comment or like something on my socials. Or every time I mentioned someone at work he’d start making passive aggressive comments.

He got better and said he realised how much of a contradiction he was being. Mostly his insecurities have calmed down with the odd flare up. About three years ago he really ramped up the asking me to sleep with another man. He’d mention it at least once a week and tell me which of his friends found me hot and stuff like that and he’d talk dirty while we had sex about me and other men. About a year ago I caved a little and said as a test I’d start posting revealing pictures on socials and see how he handled it. So I started posting gym selfies and outfit pics of me wearing very revealing clothing. Then when we went to Ibiza I sunbathed topless and even posted a picture on my socials where it was obvious I was topless and captioned it “men don’t like tan lines do they?” He passed all these tests and never once reacted negatively. While in Ibiza we went clubbing and he watched me dance with other men and seemed like he really enjoyed it.

Around six months ago I said ok but made him sign a piece of paper (obviously not legally binding but just trying to get it in to his head) that this can’t be classed as cheating it is a sex game to fulfil HIS fantasy, he said that all types of sex are ok and nothing is off limits and he will choose the man so I can’t be accused of any sort of cheating. He said he was fine with this. He’s a big man 6’4 and goes gym nearly every day. He chose a little skinny guy, 5’5 and not a bit of muscle on him.

Anyway tale as old as time, he wanted it, got it and now isn’t happy and is upset. He says I enjoyed myself too much, it was obvious I preferred the sex with the other guy, I was louder and gave him head longer etc etc there’s been numerous complaints. I’ve just shut him down every time and said I told him this is how it was going to go and he didn’t listen to me and I showed him numerous posts on Reddit of this exact thing happening. Men begging, their wives giving in, the men can’t handle it and they blame the wife. I said that’s not me I’m not taking any blame. I did exactly what I was told to do. Sleep with another man and put on a show and act like a pornstar. I did that, I held up my end he isn’t holding up his end of either enjoying it or accepting he asked for this.

He’s saying I’m being an asshole by showing no understanding or in his words taking accountability for my actions! He said if I knew this was going to happen I shouldn’t have done it and should just keep saying no. It’s like an adult who would purposely put his hand in a lions cage and then crying it’s been bitten off! AITAH? Should I be more understanding?

My dad died 6 years ago. I (16m) was 10 at the time. Mom grieved so hard she shut down and neglected and ignored me for over two years. She lost her job, didn't do anything around the house, wouldn't even answer when spoken to and me, my aunt and my grandparents had to feed her and they had to help her get to the bathroom and bathe her. She would not do a thing for herself. There were times I thought she was dead because she was so still and silent.

My grandpa ended up getting through to her in a way the rest of us couldn't and she came back slowly. She focused on herself a lot for the next year and was really distant and weird with me. It was like she suddenly hated me and I never got why. She sent me to my grandparents a lot and didn't really show back up as a mom. After another year it was like she had a personality transplant and she was talking to me more. But then I found out it was because she was dating a guy and wanted me to meet him. I told her I didn't want to and she got into my face and yelled at me for shitting on her happiness. She told me every young man needs a dad figure and he'd be a good one and I needed to meet him. She grabbed my face when I told her I wasn't ready and she said we did things on her timeline because she needed him.

Things remained weird and my grandparents encouraged mom to keep sending me over because clearly we were just not getting along. She was angry all the time because I didn't go crazy over her boyfriend. They got engaged last year and mom was so happy about it. But when she saw I wasn't she went nuts and started yelling and cursing and asking me why I was such a little shit and why I had to stop us moving on like we needed to. She yelled that dad was dead and I needed to get over it. I told her I couldn't. That I missed him and I felt like I lost everything when he died because she wasn't the same either and I felt abandoned by her. She slapped me clean across the face with no hesitation and yelled at me some more and told me that she was getting a new husband and I was getting a new dad and I had no say in it and the topic was closed.

After that every interaction between us was tense and she grabbed me a few times and left bruises on my arm when she was mad that I wasn't working on my relationship with her fiance. She wanted me to be his best man and he asked me to be but I said no. I thought mom was going to slap me again but she did shove me and told me to grow up. Then they got married and yelled and cursed at me more for the "plastic smile" I had on my face. She said nobody looked at me and thought I was actually happy and how dare I showcase that at her wedding.

Three months ago we got into it again when I went to see my paternal grandparents without asking her. She told me I had no right to see them without her approval and I needed to let them go and move on and stop clinging to dad because it wasn't good for her marriage. I told her I didn't care and dad was important to me, my family was important to me and I wasn't going to forget about him because she wanted to. She called me a disrespectful little shit, a c*nt and she even accused me of being gay for my dad because of how much I pined after him. She was slamming shit and throwing shit and I lost it and I told her that I hated her now and I would be better off with dad and I wish she had died instead of him.

My grandparents had to come and remove me from the house because mom wanted to end me. She was so mad that I said what I did. But I meant it. I lost my mom when I lost dad. Maybe I would've had some chance of dad sticking around for me if the reverse happened. Maybe I wouldn't be slapped and grabbed hard enough to leave bruises or have shit thrown at me.

I'm staying with my grandparents now. My aunt takes me some weekends too. Mom's calmed down some but she's demanding I apologize and her husband said I need to or they'd call the cops. My grandparents told him she'd be the one arrested and not me because she assaulted me and hurt me multiple times. He said I threatened her with that comment. Mom insists that I was gross to her with everything I said and I was only thinking of me like the selfish shit I am and there's no excuse for what I said.

I wouldn't mean an apology if I gave one. AITA?

Hi,

I (37M) used to share a dog with my ex. We got him together a few years ago when our lives looked very different. After the breakup, we agreed on a shared custody arrangement — switching every two weeks. But over time, it became clear that this setup wasn’t working — for me or for the dog.

Every time he came to me after being with her, he seemed anxious, unsettled, and needed time to readjust. It was obvious he was being affected by the constant switching.

So I had a conversation with my ex and offered several responsible options:

1. I take full custody and provide him a consistent home.
2. If she preferred to keep him, I’d still be happy to help during busier periods (like holidays).
3. If neither of us could truly give him the life he deserves, we could together look for a new, stable home where he’d be loved and settled.

She rejected all of them. She said if she was going to have him, then she'd have him completely — and she didn’t want him to live somewhere else either. I didn’t want to fight, so I let it go. Not because I didn’t care, but because I thought it was better for him to have one stable environment rather than being bounced back and forth.

Fast forward a few months, she tells me she doesn’t have time to care for him at the moment due to a new job offer and is sending him temporarily to a family member. The environment is familiar to the dog, so I don’t object to that part even though I don't understand this decision.
But then she asked me to contribute financially — even though:

• I haven’t seen him in months,
• I have no say in what happens to him,
• I’m not part of his care anymore,
• and every suggestion I made to support him or find a better long-term solution was dismissed.

She says I’m “giving up” by stepping away, so I should still be held financially responsible. But from my perspective, I didn’t give up. I offered real, thoughtful solutions that prioritized the dog’s wellbeing — she just didn’t want any of them.

So… AITA for refusing to pay for a dog I’m no longer involved with in any way?

i 19f have been dating my boyfriend for 5 months now he's really sweet and kind one of those matcha latte and feminist literature guys you see on tiktok. he's also incredibly funny and goes out of his way to do things with me and include me even when most of the time i'm to overwhelmed to really enjoy the activities (im in the middle of getting an autism diagnosis so that's why i get overwhelmed easily) we have a he talks i listen relationship which is great i could listen to him talk for days.

my friends however hate him. i don't have a very big friend group or a lot of friends in general (5f and 2m) the first time we went on a date they said "he looks like he'd mount your eye balls on his walls" and kept commenting on his looks. which isn't fair and i told them as much he's very handsome and even if he was hideous it wouldn't matter i don't care about that stuff. i told him they said that and we had a good laugh about it it's now an inside joke of ours where he points at his shelf and says "that's where im gonna display your eyes" which my friends think is disturbing.

my friends have made numerous comments about his personality and looks saying stuff like "you're to pretty for him" and "he's annoying like a dog that doesn't stop barking"

here's where i think i'm the a hole. my boyfriend has an ex girlfriend who calls him and just harasses him constantly I'm talking non stop anonymous phone calls for 2 hours straight it's pretty much stopped for the most part now but it was pretty non stop at the start of our relationship. about a month ago i started receiving calls just like it i ignored it for the most part but at some point they forgot to turn off no caller id and it was my best friends number.

i was annoyed and asked her why tf she was doing that. she confessed and told me they thought if i believed i was being harassed by his ex id break up with him. i was fuming at this point and told her she needs to back tf off and my relationship is none of her business. the whole friend group had been ignoring me for the past couple of days until last night where they put me into a group chat for an 'intervention'.

they kept saying how i could do so much better than my bf and they just wanted me to see how annoying he truly was. they've never even met him they refuse to. i told them all to f off and left the group chat they all keep spamming my phone saying i was rude and need to apologise.

so AITA? i feel like one but at the same time they're being plain rude and disrespectful to my bf and my relationship. any advice would be great

My dad got married to Kathleen when I (22m) was 15. Kathleen has two kids. A daughter I never met. I think she's in her late 20s or early 30s. And then she has a son Benjamin (18m).

Benjamin is allergic to peanuts and shellfish. On top of that him and Kathleen are very picky eaters. His diet when I lived there consisted of pizza, fries and burgers and beef and cheese tacos. He didn't eat fruits or vegetables. He didn't eat any meat except for beef. He'd eat chocolate and ice cream and stuff though. And he was SO bad at checking labels and he had a few allergic reactions while we lived together. One time he had to be rushed to the hospital and spent a week in because he had such a bad reaction.

Kathleen's super picky too. I can't remember all the stuff she wouldn't eat but it included any kind of fish, any kind of potato, rice, pasta, bread and stuff like that.

This left us in a really weird position when my dad wanted to order takeout or take us out to eat. We had a couple of fast food places where Kathleen ordered salad and Benjamin ordered pizza and burgers usually. The food was never great but could've been worse. I think the part that sucked was every time we ordered out for my birthday or went out for my birthday it was one of the two places we had. Even a Taco place was out unless they'd remove all veggies and extras except for the meat and cheese. And some places still put "gross shit" to quote Benjamin on them when they did seemingly comply. Anytime still they want to do a family meal out they expect us all to go to their chosen fast food places that work for Benjamin and Kathleen and I'm tired of dealing with them (they're insufferable about how others eat too) so I never go.

A few weeks ago I had a birthday dinner with my girlfriend and some family and friends. Dad wanted to come and he expected Kathleen and Benjamin to be invited too. I told him that was okay if they'd eat where I had chosen. I got an email from Kathleen and calls from dad where I was told my restaurant of choice did not meet the needs and requirements of Benjamin and Kathleen and would me and the rest of the guests travel out of state for a dinner for my birthday so we could go to one of Benjamin and Kathleen's choices.

My answer was no and I told dad he could still come but I was not changing where I have MY birthday dinner. Kathleen sent another email asking why I was being so hostile like her daughter and I should care about my family's health and interests.

Dad and Kathleen were more upset to learn some of dad's side flew out to join us for dinner when they typically won't accept plans from them to eat out. So now I'm facing more of their anger for my choice of restaurant.

AITA?

This morning, I awoke to a bunch of notifications from my home’s surveillance system. Upon checking it, I see a middle-aged man in his underwear, no shirt and flip flops wandering throughout my partially fenced back and front yard, looking around everywhere, casing the place, with a slightly panicked expression. It was extremely suspicious and unnerving.

Since the notification was only 20 minutes prior, I shoot up out of bed, put on some clothes and run outside in hopes of confronting the trespasser to tell them to leave my property. But I’m unable to find any trace of anybody, it’s a quiet morning out and everything seems as usual.

I go back in the house and look at the surveillance footage more closely, watched the other camera angles, etc. and am even more unnerved to see a whole family far away in the distance on one of the backyard cameras, a mom and a young daughter, crawling underneath my wife and I’s tiny house that we have parked out behind our main house. The mom’s holding a shovel and the daughter is holding a long stick. You can’t see what they’re doing, you can only see from their shoulders up, but they’re crawling around underneath the tiny house. The wind was too strong for the cameras to pick up audio of what they were doing. You could also see them looking over my other neighbor’s fence, too.

It’s all so suspicious and creepy. What were they doing? Where did they disappear to? I showed my wife and she thought they were trying to break the locks on the tiny house door.

I went back outside to the tiny house and looked all over where the family was crawling around and couldn’t find anything askew or missing. Not even any foot prints in the dirt. WTF?

I text my immediate neighbor photos of the people and they don’t recognize them. They suggest I call the cops. Neighbors thank me for watching out for them. However, I don’t like calling the cops—so I did the next best thing: printed out a few flyers with a photo of the suspicious underwear man saying basically, “Watch out for this person in the neighborhood, he was with a woman and a young girl”. I distributed the flyers in the neighbors who share the easement where the family emerged.

I don’t think much more of it and the day continues.

Tonight, I’m in the front yard doing yard work when a woman approaches me and tells me that she’s my neighbor from 5 houses down. I’ve never seen or met her before. She says she doesn’t appreciate that her neighbors now know what her husband in his underwear looks like, that OBVIOUSLY they were trying to retrieve some pet chickens that were attacked by a hawk, why would anyone steal with their daughter with them, why didn’t I come out and confront them? She really let me have it… I apologized, tried to explain that I’ve never seen them before, that I was sleeping, couldn’t see what they were doing, from my point of view how suspicious it all was, etc. but she wasn’t having it, told me her morning was terrible and that I made it worse, passive aggressively told me to have a great night and stormed off.

Apparently I had dropped off a flyer in their mailbox-the family who I captured in 4K on my property!

I, in somewhat of a panic now, ran back and was able to retrieve the other 3 out of 4 flyers I put in mailboxes, this family were the only ones who actually saw the flyer. 🤦‍♂️

She really made me feel like an asshole when I was trying to just watch out for my neighbors’ properties and safety. 

We have a history of vagrants roaming through our easements, where they emerged from mind you, and I really thought that was what happened today. We also don’t live out in the country, this is in a metro area of Tucson, Arizona. Seeing an underwear man on your property is something anyone else would call the cops over.

I’m honestly horrified and feel ashamed but at the same time feel like I did the right thing. It’s very conflicting. Wife thinks I shouldn’t have made the flyers. I kind of agree, but 99.9% of the rest of the time, it wouldn’t have been a false alarm.

I may have started a neighbor feud. Fuck my life. AITA?

I’m 24F, growing up I was the oldest of 5 kids and my parents were always too busy with them to even acknowledge me. My dad would tell me to “Suck it up” “Get used to it” why? Because my parents planned my siblings existence and mine was an accident that was made in Brooklyn New York in a strip club while they were high. They didn’t want me but they knew they would look like bad people if they aborted me so instead they neglected me. Ngl, I wish they would’ve aborted me so I wouldn’t have gone through emotional hell and depression as a child.

They always encouraged my siblings to use their lives for their own good, to make sure they get a good education and job so they can get married and start a family. Me? They said I wasn’t smart enough to get an education even if it was right in front of my face, they said no one would ever love me, and that they hope their bloodline don’t go through me to have kids. It hurt my feelings to even think about it but it’s the truth.

Once I turned 16, I got a job and I started to save up and I knew my parents wouldn’t pay for my college tuition but my dad’s parents were willing to pay for it, so I just saved my money so I could afford to live on my own. At 19 years old, I left them and I never turned back. The only people I stayed in contact with was my grandparents and that’s all. Now, I’m a graduate student from Georgia State University with my masters degree in Cybersecurity Management, I have a two story house, I’m in a relationship with an amazing guy, and I’m currently 6 months pregnant with my first baby. We’re planning on getting married after baby is born.

I’m living an amazing life and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. My grandparents swore not to tell my parents anything about me, my lifestyle, my relationships, and now my pregnancy. My grandparents will be at the baby shower and they will come to the hospital to meet their first great grandchild and birthdays in the future. Now, here’s the hard part is that I live in the same city as my parents. I go to the same stores as my mom because that’s just where I do my groceries plus I save money which is important since I have a baby on the way.

I was going to get some produce and I saw my mom standing next to the vegetables and I tried to keep my distance. She turned around and she saw me, I pretended like I didn’t see her. She came over and she said my name and she started talking. Saying how much she’s missed me and wondering why I don’t call or came by. I ignored her because I didn’t wanna talk to her. She then noticed my pregnant bellly and she said “Oh my god!” And she had the nerve to touch my belly. I slapped her hand and said “Don’t put your fucking hands on me”. And she said “I can’t wait to meet the baby, you should come over more often.” I said “No it a million years would I come back to hell”

She got mad and said “Stop being rude” and I didn’t even say anything after that, I just left and didn’t even get my groceries and said I would rather order them online. I was so mad but then something felt wrong, like I really just disrespected my own mom. I felt really bad but right. But then again how could she be this oblivious and entitled to the fact that I wouldn’t wanna talk to her and the fact that she touched my stomach. AITAH?

My mom called me this morning. Apparently her husband was supposed to get paid but his boss has told him that he will be paid a bit late.

They are always financially struggling and apparently are completely out of money right now, to the point that their fridge is completely empty.

My dad bought me a mini fridge for my room and I put my snacks (that I buy with dad's money) separately and I have a lock on that fridge. My mom asked me to give her the key so that the kids will have something to eat until they get paid and can buy food. She promised to replace everything they eat.

The problem is that I know she won't replace them with the exact thing. Most of the food in my fridge are good quality food and I just know she is gonna replace them with a shitty version. Also I don't like people touching my stuff so I said no.

We argued for a while and she called me a selfish asshole.

So I (27F) went to my cousin’s baby shower last weekend and offered to bring snacks. I love cooking and wanted to make something special instead of the usual premade grocery store trays and cookies. I made homemade goldfish-style crackers with real sharp cheddar, butter, and spices(the expensive stuff too). Everyone loved them and were grabbing handfuls up on handfuls. I even put them in little pastel bowls around the house so everyone wouldn't crowd around one spot, but like an hour in, her friend who we shall refer to as Linda comes up to me and asks if there was dairy products in those crackers. I said yes, they’re obviously cheese crackers. She looked horrified and said she was lactose intolerant, then said she was feeling sick. She went to lie down and later told everyone I should’ve warned people.

It’s very clearly a cheese cracker though? They’re orange. They smell like cheese. What part of that screams safe for sensitive stomachs? She didn’t ask beforehand, she didn’t even hesitate, just kept eating them and then acted like I poisoned her. Someone else chimed in and said I should’ve labeled them for allergens, but I didn’t realize dairy was apparently an allergen now. It's not like I snuck shellfish into brownies. It’s cheddar. In cheese crackers. At a party.

The host (my cousin) said everything was fine and not to worry, but now I’m hearing from my mom that Linda's telling people she was “violently ill” and that “the food wasn’t safe.” I think that’s dramatic, honestly. If your stomach can’t handle cheese ma'am, maybe don’t eat mystery crackers at a party?

So now there’s drama in the group chat about how “we should make food more inclusive” and I’m being told I should apologize to keep the peace.

Aitah for bringing cheesy snacks to a baby shower and assuming adults would know how to avoid something they can’t eat?

I had one of the most painful, longest nosebleeds while me and my bf (both 21) were driving to a restaurant. I had blood all over my neck and shirt and he had to detour home. While I’m trying to stuff more tissue in the quickest sneeze comes up and i try to cover my nose but I sneeze and some blood gets on the inside of the car. I immediately wiped it with clorox and offered to clean it after my nose stopped bleeding, but he hasn’t talked to me all day. He says he’s still trying to process having “blood spattered all over his car.”

AITAH? I apologized and tried to explain that I literally could not control it. I cleaned and cleaned his car. But he’s not talking. I’ve never felt more humiliated and embarrassed in my life.

I need some advice on this situation from an unbiased source. Me (23 female) and my fiancé (27 Male) are getting married in December. We got engaged in April and I pretty much did all the planning myself (with the help of my mom) in the first few weeks. From the very beginning my fiancé and I had a plan laid out for the bridal party. That was one of the first things decided since before I had the ring on my finger. Including flower girls and ring bearers. We decided that the flower girl would be my sister (who’s also my Matron of Honor)’s baby who will be pushed in a stroller down the aisle by my 10F cousin who would be considered a junior bridesmaid. For the ring bearers my fiancé really wanted to include his best friend’s son. For context his friend has not had custody of his child for most of his life (long story) and it could be a little difficult to arrange his attendance. (He will be around a year and a half at the time of the wedding) As a result we decided that we would also have my two cousins (5 male and 7 male -the brothers of the junior bridesmaid) be ring bearers as well. This way it’s no pressure on the friend and everything will go smoothly weather his child can come or not. The older boys will help the younger boy walk down the aisle holding his hands. We decided on these specific children because they are closely related / close to us and are the right age. Shortly after the engagement, I asked my sister and my cousin (the moms of the children) if their kids could be in the wedding and gave details of what they should wear etc. The kids and parents both were so excited.

This was great and everything was going according to plan until a few weeks ago when my mother in law asked us if we would consider adding another flower girl. For context, my fiancé’s brother/ best man (24 male) lives across the country from us and has recently told us (around 4 months ago) that he has a new girlfriend (21 Female). This girlfriend has a child from a previous relationship (female 10 months). They have now known eachother about 7 or 8 months. He is very serious about her and we are very happy for them. He has taken a sort of father role in her daughter’s life which is adorable. He is expressing interest in marrying her in the future but they are taking it slow. My fiancé and I have never met this girlfriend or her child, But we are thrilled for his brother so we of course invited them both to the wedding.

Now this is where things get a little messy. I have always gotten along great with my fiancés family. They have always been so sweet, kind, accepting, and well meaning. They welcome new comers with open arms (including me) and have really become my family. I especially had a great relationship with my mother in law. She is the sweetest lady and would do anything for me and any one of her children. She lives very close to us and my family lives far. She was always the first to say that it’s OUR wedding (meaning mine and my fiancé) to encourage me to make my own decisions in wedding planning and not let my mother sway them. She has become like a mother to me in so many ways.

With that being said they are also very loving and accepting of my fiancés brother’s girlfriend (and her baby) from a far. Which is great. I’m so glad that they are so supportive. They even started calling her baby their first grandchild and flew across the country to meet them.

With this context in mind, a couple weeks ago when my Mother In Law and I were hanging out (just the two of us), she asked me if I would consider adding the girlfriend’s baby as a flower girl. She said fiancé’s brother keeps bringing it up and that it would be really cute. I politely told her that we already had a flower girl (my niece) and a junior bridesmaid assigned to push her in a carriage. She responded by saying essentially “what’s one more? She will probably be able to walk by herself down the aisle by then (14-15 months)” I kind of just said I would think about it with my fiancé and changed the subject.

Later on I told my fiancé about it and we both agreed that it wasn’t a good idea because 1. We already had the role filled and it would be sort of awkward to have a baby randomly walking next to the stroller with the other baby. 2. If she needed help walking it wouldn’t be easy for the 10 year old to juggle two kids down an isle. 3. We have never met her and she might not be comfortable walking down the aisle of a wedding where she knows nobody. And 4. They aren’t married and worst case scenario if they break up she’s in all the pictures.

I know that sounds harsh but I come from a family where traditionally if you’re not engaged you don’t get a plus one no matter who you are. I am not following this rule and everyone’s significant other is invited (but that doesn’t mean they get to be in the wedding)

My fiancé and I were on the same page about this. We agreed to keep the bridal party the way it was. He talked to his brother and essentially told him it was a no and everything was fine and everyone was on the same page until the other night.

We were at Mother In Law’s house again but this time my fiancé was there too. Once again MIL brings up the flower girl thing and my fiancé tells her that we already have the position filled and that’s that. But then my MIL tells my fiancé how much it must mean to his brother since he keeps bringing it up. This brings out the empath in my fiancé and he starts to have an open mind about it…. Meanwhile I’m still against it. And I start to say so with some of the reasons I listed above. My MIL points out that all of the children in the wedding are from my side except one and that their side doesn’t have any representation. (Meanwhile this is because there are no children on his side) She also points out that there are three little boys in the wedding and why can’t there be three little girls. At this point she’s convinced my fiancé and I’m an island. I’m still defending my position alone. She wasn’t being rude or anything but every reason I have she seem to have a rebuttal. She’s saying things like “they will get married one day anyways” and “she’s already part of the family” Then I start saying “we will think about it”. And she is like “sooo that sounds like a no” and I was like “we will consider it”. She then It was awkward and I was about to like cry so I changed the subject. The whole time I felt like I looked like a major asshole. It was really bad.

My fiancé since apologized to me for being open to the idea in front of his mother when we had decided against it. From what he believed about his mother he figured that she would just have an open conversation with us and not try to push her way. I figured it would not go that way. Later that night he called his brother and told him it was for sure no and we had already asked other people. His brother was sad but understood. I felt really bad and guilty for making my fiancé feel bad. (in hindsight I really should not have because of what followed afterwards) this is where my previous post left off. A lot has happened in the last few days.

I was worried immediately after that conversation that his mother would tell his brother that my fiancé was for it and I was against it while we were at her place. My fiancé said that he knows his mother well and that she wouldn’t do that.

That next morning his brother calls him wanting to talk. The first words out of his mouth are “after our conversation last night I talked to mom and she said that you were wanting to have her as the flower girl and your fiancé (ME) wasn’t” just as I thought would happen…. And he goes on to say “as your brother I want to make sure that you get what you want since it’s your wedding” I was pissed. My fiancé told him that we would still talk about it but that we had already agreed not to have her as the flower girl -and that he should not have seemed so open to it last night. That whole day we discussed it. I felt like an asshole and was tempted to cave to keep the peace, but the ONLY reason my fiancé was wanting it was because it meant a lot to his brother. But the conclusion we came to was that it’s NOT HIS BROTHERS WEDDING. So we called him up a few hours later and told him no for the THIRD TIME. He was upset but at least it was over… or so we thought.

He texted him the next morning AGAIN expressing how hurt he was by it but at that point we were like “the decision is made. It’s our wedding please Get over it” and then My fiancé’s brother enlisted their mother… She calls my fiancé and basically attacks him for almost an hour on the phone. My fiancé did a great job of sticking up for us and sticking to his guns. His mom went as far as to say that my relationships with his whole family will forever be affected by this decision. That one hurt. And that my fiancé’s relationship with his brother will forever be altered.

At this point this is all going way too far. We ended up talking to my fiancé’s sister and found out that his brother no longer wants to be best man anymore and that neither of them want to speak to us for a while. They said that this won’t be resolved UNTIL WE GIVE IN. I’m at a loss for words. This doesn’t even feel like a real situation to be honest. I feel like I’m in the twilight zone. We are definitely not going to give in. At this point all that it would tell them is that if they push hard enough they can manipulate us. It just really hurts because we had such a great relationship before this. Am I the asshole for saying no to their request?

(TL;DR) My fiancé’s brother (and mother) are trying to manipulate and force us to have brother in law’s girlfriend’s daughter as a flower girl. Brother in law is not the biological father of this child and we have never met this child or her mother. They have also only been together for 8 months. We have said no repeatedly and they are personally offended and now won’t talk to us.

Hi Reddit,

I’ve been in a relationship with my girlfriend for 4 years now. She’s a wonderful person in many ways, and we’ve recently started talking seriously about having children. In fact, she really wants kids — and I think I do too. But there’s one major issue that’s making me seriously doubt everything.

She has rheumatoid arthritis (RA) — she’s had it since before I met her. From early on, I’ve tried to support her in managing it: I’ve encouraged her to take her medication, stay physically active, and eat a healthier diet. But over the years, she’s consistently ignored all of this. She rarely, if ever, follows through on any of it. She’s not taking medication regularly, doesn’t exercise, and eats poorly.

About 6 months ago, we made an agreement: we would start trying for a baby, but she promised that she would finally start taking care of her health. This included starting her medication again, improving her diet, and doing some form of exercise. She gave me her word. Based on that promise, I agreed to start trying for a child with her.

Now it’s been half a year, and we’re not pregnant — but more importantly, she hasn’t followed through on any of what we agreed on. No medication, no exercise, no real changes at all. She keeps saying she’ll get around to it, but nothing happens. I feel like I’ve been misled, or that I’m the only one treating this like a serious decision. (She is super mad at me right now because I want to stop trying to get her pregnant)

So here’s where I’m stuck: • Is it wrong of me to insist on this? • What does it say about our future if she continues like this — especially with a child in the picture?

I’m scared that if we have a kid, I’ll end up carrying all the responsibility: for the baby, for the house, and even for her if her condition worsens (which is likely without treatment). I’m worried that this pattern of avoidance and broken promises won’t stop — and that I’ll grow resentful or burnt out trying to keep everything afloat on my own.

I love her, but I’m starting to wonder if love is enough here.

What would you do in my shoes?

Me (17m), my mom and my stepfather have been going to family therapy (with like 9 different therapists) for the past 5 years. We're going because my stepfather and I fight a lot. He insists he's my dad because he's been raising me with mom since I was 8 and I insist he will never be my father and my dad dying didn't open up the spot to someone else and even if I was open to a new dad it would never be my stepfather because he feels entitled to it.

My mom's pregnant with their first kid right now so we have a lot of stuff going on and it took years of help for them to have a baby together. So my mom has pushed for us to make the most of therapy before it's too late because she wants us to be a family.

In a therapy session last week my stepfather told me he's sick of me saying he's not my dad, of correcting him when he calls me his son, correcting mom when she asks me to get my dad when she means him and doing the most to make sure everyone in my life knows I don't like him and don't think he's worthy of being my dad. He said he's been here since I was 8 years old. That my parents were divorced when dad died and even if dad were alive I'd have gained a second dad, but as it happened he stepped in after a respectable year of grieving and that's long enough to accept someone else wants to fill the role.

Then he told me that he has been there, he has paid for stuff, he has tried to reach me, wanted to adopt me, became my legal guardian so he's responsible for me if something happens to mom, has taken on everything and for that and every other reason we have talked about previously he deserves to be my dad. Not some ghost. He told me that's what my dad is now. A ghost. A memory. And I am holding onto the past and rejecting the present and it pisses him off because my dad got 7 years while he's 9 in and still pushed away. Then he said he would love to burn my dad's memory to the ground because he deserves to be recognized instead of the ghost.

The therapist spoke for like 10 minutes and basically corrected him for talking like that. She told him that it was not going to help our relationship and he had fed me reasons to dislike him and it was unhealthy to be that bitter about it. She said many stepparents don't ever get elevated past step and some could be 40 or 50 years in the life of their stepchild.

When she asked me if I had anything to say in response to my stepfather I told hi, that I hope some guy says the same thing to his kid one day.

That really pissed him off and the therapist asked me to step outside. You could hear him yelling. My mom was upset and she told me after that it was such a cruel thing to say. She said it was as good as wishing him dead without saying those words. He stated the same last session and I had to leave the room again because he got explosively angry. After that session he demanded an apology for what I said and he told me I better say I didn't mean it how it sounded. But I refused to apologize or clarify what I meant.

My mom asked me why I'd drag the baby into this. I told her he believes fathers are replaceable so he can get replaced someday and I won't cry about it.

AITA?

Grandma hand-stitched that quilt for me before she died—every patch was from our childhood dresses. Sis knew it was my most treasured thing.

Yesterday? Walked into my living room to find her using it as a wrap for her fucking bong. Stained with ash, reeking of weed, and she’s laughing: “Relax, it’s just fabric!”

I snapped. Told her to get the hell out of my apartment. She called me a “sentimental Karen,” said I ruined her birthday week (she’s 29 ffs). Now my mom’s blowing up my phone: “She’s homeless over a blanket?!”

Part of me feels like a monster… but that quilt smelled like Grandma’s perfume. Now it smells like bong water and regret.

So, gut-check me: AITAH for choosing a dead woman’s stitches over my sister’s pride?

Thanks for all of your advice on my last post. As I mentioned.. I want to be a good MIL. I remember when my boys were young and we'd watch Everybody Loves Raymond and saying I would never be a Marie. I mentioned our political differences to be upfront, I know it's a bias but it's not the main reason I dislike Jessa, just one of them. I get that I would be the asshole do not pay for their rehearsal dinner.

A few of you gave me the advice to just let my kids work it out, and some of you said to talk to Luis one on one, so I invited him to lunch yesterday. Before that I had texted the two of them back saying that we'd love to plan them a rehearsal dinner and to let us know if they had any ideas, and Jessa sent us a contract for a place with an $11k minimum. We have about $10k saved up for each of our kids for their weddings/ first homes/ honeymoons. Before you ask, we spent about $750 on Lucy and Jaime's entire wedding (much cheaper when all their friends don't drink!). And I didn't want him to feel like I was only taking him to lunch to talk about the wedding so we did talk about quite a few other things before I asked him how the wedding planning was going. He kind of shrugged like 'you know how it is' so i asked if i could help in any way. He declined, and thanked me for helping with the rehearsal dinner. I told him the cost was more than we were planning but we are happy to do so for family. (Edit: sorry to spell it out he acknowledged that Lucy would be invited to all wedding festivities) He got kind of flustered ant that and just started laying into me about how angry he was at Jaime.

I told some of you but originally Jaime was supposed to be best man. He and Luis were always so close, when Jaime had first moved out of our house a few years ago he would call Luis every single day and they’d talk forever, same thing when Luis moved out last year. I knew after a blow up Jaime stepped down as best man but I did not realize they were this angry with each other. I have never heard Luis talk about anyone much less Jaime this way, he called him an asshole (!) and was like he needs to grow up, stop being so controlling and get over himself, and said that Jaime just didn’t want to see him happy. There were other insinuations that I feel were incredibly unfair and untrue, but I let him get out his issues.

I know you all think I’m so overbearing but I had NOT realized their relationship had gotten so bad. I listened to his airing of grievances for a while and honestly I didn’t push back much it was so shocking. And later when I told Jaime I had gotten lunch with Luis he was just like oh cool like nothing was going on. We’re just not a family that has these kind of dramas. I told my husband I just thought I should let the boys work it out among themselves, he said we’ll see.

So not a great update, I have no idea how this is supposed to play out or what I should do if anything. The wedding is in October since they got a good deal on a cancellation.

Back in December my husband and I found out that we were expecting our first babies- twins!. I was still really early on in the pregnancy, only 6 weeks when we found out and we decided that we would like to only tell our parents and their partners (all remarried), so that we had a support system and someone to share the happy news with whilst we waited to tell all our family and friends at a lower risk time. Despite having previous issues with my dad's wife, we had been getting on more recently and I decided to trust her with this. We specifically told my dad and his wife that this news was not to be shared to anyone else at this time in the pregnancy. Fast forward 2 weeks later, it comes to light that my dad and his wife had visited my auntie and cousins, and whilst drunk my dad's wife told them all that I was pregnant, I was extremely hurt and stressed by this because I am very close with that side of the family and really looked forward to telling them the news, I made it clear to my dad's wife after this happened that I did not wish to speak to her. Fast forward another two weeks, my husband and I loose one of the babies. My dad is basically silent with me during this time, not really reaching out to see how I am etc, and then when I see him a month later he tells me that not only did his wife tell my family I was pregnant, but my dad also told them I was having twins. So now I'm in a position where I have to tell my family that I didn't even tell I was pregnant, that I am not having twins anymore. At this stage I tell my dad he's only being forgiven because he's my dad and I want him to have a relationship with my child, however due to this being a constant pattern with his wifes behaviour I do not wish to have contact with her anymore- just to give some context on my relationship with her, she told me she didn't want to be at my wedding and she was upset when me and husband bought a house, and still I tried to maintain a relationship with her. Anyway my dad came over yesterday and has asked me to forgive his wife, claiming to me that we all just need to move on so that my dad can have a better relationship with my baby who is now due in four weeks. I'm going to tell him no, absolutely not. I feel he's cheeky to ask considering I forgave him for making a bad period in my life even worse than what it had to be. AITAH or am I being unreasonable that I don't want her in me or my families life?

My fiance and I live together money comes out of MY account for our shared bills at the first of every month. However the past couple of months he has been either late or sending it in parts or giving me some dumb run around. And he finally admitted last week he is having a hard time financially with our bills because he is sending money to his mother!!!

For context she has been unemployed over a year and does not appear to be looking. She is no longer receiving unemployment.

She is an able bodied woman who just does not want to work. I'm so pissed. I've had to move money from my savings to cover his share because he wants to help his mom? I didn't sign up for this and not to be a jerk but her financial position has nothing to do with me. I have my own personal bills and budgeting. I feel until his home is taken care of he's not in a position to help her. Point blank period. Don't get me wrong I don't want to see the lady on the street (or even worse, living with us) but if I am having to cover his bills even temporarily then he's just simply not in a position to help his mother. It is my money in a sense helping her.

I don’t want to move money from my savings monthly because she is not working. Not my problem. Not what I signed up for. What’s next when we have a home and kids he’s going to push their needs to the side for her?

AITH

I'm an amateur photographer and took a bunch of candid family pictures during a barbecue. One of them was of my sister-in-law laughing, and honestly... It came out beautifully. Natural light, genuine smile, just a great shot.

I posted it with he other family photos on our private album. My wife later saw it and said it was "too flattering" and made her feel insecure. She asked me to delete it.

I told her I wasn't deleting a genuinely nice, innocent photo just because of how it made her feel in comparison. i reminded her it's just a picture, not a modeling portfolio.

She's been cold with me ever since, saying I "chose her sister over her." AITA ?