People Confess the Most Infuriating "Am I the Asshole" Moments

1. Stop ***ing Eating!

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Life is an enduring journey, an infinite cycle of learning, teaching, and achieving enlightenment.

It is from this abundant spring of wisdom that I find myself ensnared in a recent event that has ignited a disagreement between two individuals I hold close to my heart.

My tale begins with my own persona, a 26-year-old man, a relatively early age that has, nevertheless, been enriched by numerous experiences drawn from a wide array of life's varied spectrums.

Inarguably, these encounters have played a pivotal role in shaping my maturity and perspective of the world.

On the other side of this story, there’s my younger sister, an effervescent woman of 23.

She is a luminary figure in the world of culinary arts, her passion and talent evident in her thriving bakery business.

Her venture adds a sprinkle of sweetness and joy to every occasion, transforming moments into memories with her delightful creations.

Despite her tender age, she's managed to etch her presence in the highly competitive world of baking, specializing in crafting stunning wedding cakes.

Each of her creations is a work of art, a testimony of her dedication and skill.

Her signature cakes are distinguished by their unique fillings of custard and marmalade, a delightful surprise that makes every cake a visual spectacle as well as a gastronomical delight.

However, the path to success is often strewn with obstacles and setbacks.

Of late, my sister finds herself wrestling with an increasing influx of orders, a situation further exacerbated by her recent staffing issues.

The considerable pressure of meeting orders while maintaining the exceptional quality standards she's renowned for has become an overwhelming task.

In the face of her struggle, I saw an opportunity to extend a helping hand.

My contribution was seemingly inconsequential, yet significant- the preparation of the custard and marmalade fillings.

This task, though minor, considerably lightened her workload, allowing her to channel her focus more on the artistic aspects of her cake creations.

This undertaking found me ensconced in the coziness of my own home, amidst pots and jars, meticulously concocting these fillings.

Each batch is a testament of my love and support, a crucial ingredient in aiding my sister in her entrepreneurial journey.

However, my endeavors have been met with an unexpected issue that has sowed the seeds of frustration and tension in my personal life.

Enter my girlfriend, an energetic woman of 24, who, like many of us, has an unquenchable craving for sweet treats.

Little did she know, this innocent desire for sweetness would become the catalyst for our recent discord.

Despite my insistent pleas, she has repeatedly given in to her cravings, sneaking her fingers into the jars of my carefully prepared fillings.

While her actions are unintentional, they have resulted in the contamination of the fillings, an eventuality that has forced me to remake them.

Her behavior stems from a deep-seated nostalgia and a yearning for the carefree joys of childhood when the rules of culinary hygiene were blissfully ignored.

When confronted with this recurring issue, I tried to broker a compromise, suggesting she use a utensil to indulge her cravings.

However, my proposal was met with stubborn resistance, and she continued to indulge in her unorthodox tasting method.

Her whimsical disposition, though endearing at times, proved to be a hindrance in my tasks.

The situation escalated recently when a particular day saw me scrambling to prepare a batch of chocolate custard filling for my sister, who was battling against time to complete a wedding cake order for a distinguished client.

Amid the chaos, I made a conscious effort to explicitly express my request to my girlfriend, imploring her to refrain from consuming the custard or at the very least, use a spoon if she couldn't resist.

However, as luck would have it, I stepped out of my shower only to be confronted with a sight that pushed me to the brink of my patience.

Her fingers were yet again dipped in the custard, in complete disregard of my plea.

Overwhelmed by frustration, I lost my composure, lashing out at her to stop eating the fillings I was painstakingly preparing for my sister's bakery.

Her reaction was one of disbelief and hurt.

Tears brimmed her eyes, and she accused me of 'fat-shaming' her.

Her response left me bewildered, as I had made no derogatory comments about her weight, and she had no history of weight-related issues or eating disorders.

I found myself grappling with a sense of disbelief. The crux of the issue was not her weight or eating habits but the blatant disrespect for my work and my sister's business.

As I look back on the incident, I can't help but question if I was too harsh.

Yes, she tested my patience, but was my reaction justified? Could I have handled the situation better?

As I wrestle with these thoughts, I ask myself, AITA

2. Poor Kim

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So I (35F) have been with my fiance (45M) for three years now. He has two kids, a daughter (22) who’s a lovely girl, and [another] daughter (19)... I’ll call Kim for the sake of the post.

Kim has always had a bad attitude to everyone, especially me...

[M]y fiance was already divorced [from] his ex two years before we even met, and his ex is a nice person who I get along with very well, so there’s no hate from her end ether.

Kim is three months pregnant and living with us because we have more room for her and the baby.

The baby daddy stays sometimes, but he has two jobs along with studies, so it’s mainly been me who’s take[n] care of her...

[T]oday her boyfriend came over, so my fiance suggested we let them have the house to themselves and go for a walk; about two hours later I came home and noticed my cat missing... Kim hated [my cat] and wanted me to get rid of [him]. I asked her [where] he was. Kim said [he] ran out the door, which I knew was bulls***.

[My cat] is an elderly cat who even wouldn’t go out on the porch if I didn’t bring him. So I checked the Ring camera, and as expected Kim threw [my cat] out...

My fiance tried saying Kim is pregnant, her hormones are all over the place, and pregnancy brain messes with women, [and] that he was gonna bring up getting rid of [my cat] for the [baby's] sake anyway.

I was in tears till I looked over at Kim with a smug satisfied look on her face. I f*****g lost it. I got up in her face and scream[ed] that she had one hour to find my cat or all her s**t would be in the dumpster and I was done being her slave.

She said she wasn’t looking for my stupid cat, and [tole me to] back off as she was pregnant; my fiancé told me to [calm] down and we’d look for the cat I told him no, I would look for my cat,

and when I got back his daughter better be gone, and if he has issues he could go too because I was sick of dealing with his little b***h of daughter who everyone, including her own parents and boyfriend, avoids. I didn’t wait for them to respond.

I did hear her crying though... I found my cat; he was hiding in some bushes. It took 20 long minutes to find him. When I arrived home they were both in the living room.

My fiance said he wanted to talk ,but first he said I owed Kim an apology. I told him f**k himself and she better start packing. She’s at her boyfriend's family home as far as I know, and my fiance is not talking to me. Update...

So my now ex-fiance's oldest daughter reached out to me to ask my side. I’ll call her Kate; she’s [an] animal lover...

Her father asked to stay with her for a few nights because he said I was having a breakdown over my cat.

He basically made out the cat escaped and I went after “pOoR” Kim for not trying to catch him -in] her condition.

Kate is a very smart girl; she can see bullsh*t [from] a mile away and obviously she knows her own sister, so she called Kim to ask her side. Kim was more honest. Basically, [she] and her dad planned it, as some of you suggested.

The plan was for her baby daddy to take the cat out [to] a road dump, but he wouldn’t do it because in Kim’s words he was a “p***y,” so they got in a fight about it, and Kim thankfully being lazy just kicked [my cat] out and ran him out of the yard.

Kate told me the way Kim’s talking about me and [my cat]; even if she doesn’t move back, [she'd] do something for revenge to [my cat].

So I’ve decided to listen to Kate, my friends, the vet, his assistant, and everyone here, and I called off the wedding, which is in few weeks, and broke up with my ex-fiance by text.

I don’t give a f**k if it’s immature or cruel; I’ve told him I’ll box up his stuff for him and leave it for him to collect in a few days.

Don’t worry about [my cat]. I told my ex [to] call me when he’s coming over so [my cat will] be locked in a room safe, and I’m calling a 24-hour locksmith next.

The begging and bulls**t promises have already started, but my mind's made up. I’m done being his ATM slave for him and his spoiled b***h of a daughter (Kim).

[My cat] is fine... just a little shaken, but he’s curled up in my lap refusing to move.

/Wise-Hall2842

3. The Old Switcheroo

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My wife and I have always dreamed of celebrating our 40th anniversary with a luxurious vacation.

Just the two of us, reliving the romance of our early years. We had it all planned out for years now and were excited beyond words.

Enter our adult daughter Jane. Jane and her husband got wind of our plans and promptly invited themselves and their two children (9F, 5M) along.

I originally put my foot down and told them this trip was just for us which upset her some.

But my wife has a hard time saying no to Jane, as she is the youngest of our children and our only daughter, and she didn't want to hurt her feelings, so she reluctantly agreed to let them join.

I wasn't thrilled about it at the time, but I wanted to make my family happy, and I knew my wife was also okay with the idea of a "family" trip even if she was heartbroken we wouldn't get our romantic trip. We went along with it.

The place we were originally going was not child friendly so we changed course and decided on an all inclusive family friendly resort. We paid for the resort and our grandchildren's plane tickets.

Jane and her husband only had to pay for their own airfare. Here's where things get complicated.

As the vacation got closer, I started having a change of heart. I realized that our 40th anniversary was a once-in-a-lifetime milestone, and I wanted to honor it in a way that was true to our original plans.

My wife and I might not be able to afford a trip like this again for quite some time and it's something we always wanted to do.

So, without consulting anyone, I switched our tickets last minute to go to the romantic destination that my wife and I had originally planned for. I did not tell Jane or her husband.

I didn't even tell my wife until the day before our flight left, which was a day before Jane's flight left for their vacation.

It wasn't an easy decision and I feel guilty about it. But I wanted our 40th anniversary to be the special, intimate celebration we had always hoped for.

We called Jane after we landed to tell her and she was extremely upset to say the least.

She seemed of the idea that we were going to look after our grandkids so she and her husband could have alone time and now that I abandoned her they would have to do it all themselves.

I hung up on them when my son in law started shouting and my wife and I enjoyed the rest of our trip.

They came back the same day we did but have not answered any of our texts and Jane seems to be ignoring me.

My wife told me she vastly preferred our trip to the family trip we would have taken but she still doesn't like how Jane is mad at us and wants me to apologize.

I'm not sure I want to after learning Jane and her husband were using us for free babysitting and a free trip but I feel like I should just to keep the peace.

Am I the asshole for changing our trip destination last minute and leaving Jane and her family to fend for themselves?

/Flat-Blueberry-4469/

4. My Life Subsidizing His

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Short and simple I think. A few years ago my brother needed help. I let him move into one of my rental properties and we did it all legal. Lease agreement and everything.

Because I was renting to him at a breakeven point we agreed that he was responsible for all the maintenance of the house and yard.

Well he has four kids. And the hot water tank isn't enough for his family and he wants a new one. I told him to go ahead.

He then proceeded to take the cost of the hot water tank and installation out of that month's rent.

I reminded him of our agreement. He said he wasn't making improvements to my property for free.

I said that the old hot water tank was fine and he made the decision to replace it.

Big argument and I didn't want to fight so I said that he was not allowed to make any further changes to the house without my explicit agreement.

So he stopped doing maintenance as a protest. The house itself is not pretty but it is solid. It is old and the wiring in it was not meant for all the modern electronics we have.

He wanted to add a new breaker box and run more outlets. I said no thanks.

I cannot afford that since I'm not making any money on the house. He started getting bitchy about it and the rent started getting paid late.

I tried talking to him but he said that he had to buy some stuff for the house and he was low on cash.

So I sold the house. While the house itself isn't great it is in an older part of the city and the property itself is a quarter of an acre.

Every time a house sells in the neighborhood it is snapped up by developers and tuned into multi family units. Or one guy built a McMansion on his land.

I know a lot of the developers and I didn't even need to list the house to have it sold in less than a week.

My brother found out when he was served with an eviction notice. He called me to ask WTF.

So I told him that the house was causing me headaches and I had an opportunity to make some money and I took it.

He said I should have offered him a chance to buy it. I said that he was having trouble making rent.

How was he going to qualify for a mortgage. He said I'm an asshole and that he has the money he was waiting to make me an offer.

I asked him if he had money why he was late on his rent.

He started bad-mouthing me to all our family.

A few of them took his side and tried to say I was being an asshole so I offered all of them a chance to clear his debt to me if they wanted to share their opinion. None of them took me up on the offer.

My parents are on my side and they said I shouldn't have rented to him in the first place.

I feel bad for my sister-in-law and the kids but I'm not going to spend the rest of my life subsidizing his.

/FollowingFit3032/

5. Isn’t That What Vegans Eat?,

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My fiance (31 male) and I (25 female) are getting married soon. There wasn't much [we] disagreed on during the wedding planning except for food.

Me and my family are vegans, and there so many reasons why we chose this lifestyle... one of them being that we have a history of health issues.

My fiance and his family are the complete opposite. They're hardcore meat eaters, which is fine by me, obviously.

However, when deciding on the wedding food menu, I wanted to add 4-5 vegan options.

My fiance and his mom objected, saying it was a waste of money over food that “isn't real food.”

They also argued that this would be offensive for "their" guests and suggested my vegan options just be "the good ol' salads and appetizers" (his mom wanted cupcakes lol).

I said no, because for one, it's me and my family who's paying.

And two, I want to make my guests feel welcome and not be treated as second-class citizens by being served “salad.”

My fiance made a face and said, “Isn't that what vegans eat?” I refused to argue about it and said it was final.

The other day, I found out that he had canceled all the vegan options and took them off the menu completely and behind my back.

I was seething. I called him at work but he kept hanging up on me.

I went straight to his workplace and confronted him there and just flipped out on him. He was stunned to see me.

He at first said it was his mom's idea, then told me to go home because I was making a scene at the office.

The fight continued at home and he defended himself by saying that I sort of made him resort to doing this after I kept brushing off his thoughs and input, and refusing to accommadate his family.

But there were PLENTY of meat options; why why can't I get 4-5 vegan options?

When I'm paying for it? He yelled that it was his wedding too, not my family's. My family said it was fine and they'll figure it out and told me to let it go, but I refused.

So his mom messaged me earlier to try to get me to listen to what she had to say after I kept ignoring her phone calls.

She spent long walls of text just to "address" what I did at her son's workplace, calling it all kinds of stuff from immature to unhinged.

She then went [on] to explain how she's noticed that me and my family kept "acting dismissive" of her son's input and [contributions] to the wedding.

She said that she noticed my behavior towards him and her entire family and wanted to speak up earlier, but didn't and tried to keep the peace.

She then went on to address the food menu issue and denied her involvement in the cancellation of the vegan option, but that didn't mean she doesn't support her son's decision.

Moreover, she thought it was soooo responsible of him to make that move because of my continual refusal to see how this stuff is [a] waste of money.

She also pointed out how I kept saying "I paid for it" and said that technically this isn't just my money, it's mine and his because we're getting married.

She suggested I wisen up and get rid of "my money, I paid for it" mentality.

She finally mentioned how "bad" this whole situation is making me look, and said that she and her son had already offered a number of compromises that I chose to brush off and decided to make it my "weird" hill to die on.

She said that not only her son is upset but she and "the family" are as well after hearing about it and suggested I just agree on their compromise and be done with it.

This pissed me off beyond belief. I responded by letting her know that I'm still standing my ground on this even if I'll have to call the whole wedding off because of it.

Because honestly? This is just ridiculous, it is!!! My mom and dad... they don't even know what to say anymore.

Apparently, my fiance saw my response to her (he's with her) and is now trying to call me, but right now I'm waiting on him to get home and see if he's still insisting on the stance he took.

AITA for putting my foot down on this? I'll update if there's anything worth adding after we talk.

/SarahJake2022/

6. Stopped for a Funeral Procession

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My wife and I went back to my hometown to visit my family this week.

Where I grew up is across the country and much more rural than where we live currently and where my wife grew up.

We decided to go see a play in a nearby city that my wife has been wanting to see and we were running a little late because she didn't get ready on time and we're in a rush.

A few minutes into the drive, I saw a funeral procession coming down the road towards us so I pulled over and put my hazards on.

My wife then asks me what I'm doing? I tell her that a funeral procession is passing by so I have to pull over. She asks why and says that it isn't against the law to keep driving.

I say that I know it isn't against the law, but it is a sign of respect that I've always been taught to do.

She then starts to get irritated and says that if we sit and wait for them to pass, then we are going to miss the show and they won't let us in.

I said that maybe it is just a cultural difference, and I am truly sorry if we miss the play, but this is something I feel strongly about and I'm not going to move until they have passed.

My wife then gets even angrier and says she doesn't understand why I have to act this way.

I then tried to explain myself as best as I could. I told her that some of those people in that line are currently having the worst day of their life.

They are on their way to say goodbye forever to someone they love.

Having been there before, it can be infuriating watching the world continue to go on as normal as your life is being shattered.

Why isn't the rest of the world mourning a beautiful life being taken away.

In that short ride between the funeral and the grave, our local culture acknowledges this unfairness.

I pointed at the cars behind us and said that each of those people have places they need to be as well.

By stopping, we are saying to the grieving, "We may not have known the deceased, but we will acknowledge both them and your grief by putting our lives on hold for 5-10 minutes while you pass."

I have been in that line before and this simple act by others meant a lot to me.

My wife just argued that I was putting the feelings of complete strangers over her,

and I knew how much she wanted to see this play and I was taking that away from her for people I don't even know. I stood my ground and didn't move.

By the time it had passed, there was no chance we would make the play so we went home.

My wife is still angry at me and wants me to apologize, which I did for her having missed something she was looking forward to, but said I would still do it again.

I made us miss a play because I pulled over for a funeral procession.

While I am fully ready to accept my judgment, I would just like to say that I did not do this to "teach my wife a lesson" as a lot of people seem to think.

This is something that I have always done as well as everyone I know from my town. I've read through pretty much all of the comments and this really seems to be a matter of cultural differences.

It may be unbelievable to some, but this practice is followed by practically everyone where I'm from.

I've on occasion been late to different things in my life due to it, and all I've ever had to say is, "Sorry I stopped for a funeral procession," and everyone immediately understood.

If you want to call me an a**hole anyway, I won't argue. I just don't want judgment passed based on motives prescribed to me that simply are not true.

/ishine7909/

7. Just Some Harmless Fun

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About three months ago, I had a home invasion. It was scary; I have had trouble sleeping since then.

Unrelated to that, my boyfriend's family is a fan of pranks. I've already told them all that I don't like it directed towards me.

Anyway, my boyfriend and I were visiting his family and having a barbecue, drinking some beers outside.

I went inside to use the bathroom, and when I was heading back out, I saw a man in a ski mask hiding at the end of a dark hallway, mostly hidden by a door.

I fled for the closest doors out, this pair of [stained-glass] double doors.

I tried the handle and it didn't open, even when I pulled really hard. So in a panic, I grabbed a heavy-looking end table, broke the glass, and ran outside screaming, "Call 911."

My boyfriend's dad ran out of the house holding the mask. I was immediately p***ed; I yelled at him for scaring me.

He was upset with me about the glass, and I just broke down and cried about how I was scared as sh** this was another real home intruder situation since that had recently happened to me.

His mom was getting at me, asking why I had to break the glass, and I said I was scared and the door wouldn't open.

She said it was a sliding door... Which made sense, I was pulling on it. But I'd forgotten that in my panic.

Anyway, his dad apologized for scaring me and said he had been waiting for one of his sons or wife to play a joke on them, and when he saw me he just hung back quickly, not trying to do the prank, which was apparently going to be leaping out at someone.

But I still saw him standing in the shadows, which I freaked out at.

I said that of course I was freaked out by a man in a ski mask hiding in the house, especially when I was alone and drunk.

But anyway, after a few days, my boyfriend told me that his mom wants us to cover the cost of the stained-glass doors I broke, which is $3,500!

But my boyfriend doesn't have that kind of savings and his parents know it. So that would mean it's all on me.

And I honestly don't think I should owe them for that... Like honestly if you try to scare someone sh**less, it's on you if they break something when they panic.

I want to tell them that it's a total joke they're even asking me for the money, but my boyfriend actually thinks we should pay. He says I knew it was a sliding door, plus I didn't have to break it.

I told him that even though I'd used it a while ago, that's not the thing you remember, especially when you only have a minute to act.

And honestly he should be proud he's got a girl with the common sense to think on her feet and act fast. If it was a real break in, I'd have saved my own a** and also alerted everyone else sooner than anything.

He said the door was really expensive and I said I didn't give a f***, if I had to light a million dollars aflame to save my own a**, I would. There's no price on that kinda thing. AITA for not wanting to pay for the door?

I sent an email to my boyfriend's parents... Here's what it said. They haven't replied yet and I'm not sure if they will tbh.

Hey... About paying for the door... It isn't appropriate you were angry with me for breaking a door when (BF's Father's) actions made me fear for my life and I only broke it to save my life. I didn't break it to be vindictive;

I broke it because I he put the fear of death into me. I can't conceive of how you all don't understand that creeping around a dark hallway in a ski mask with your hands out of view could be seen as a threat to my life, and something completely inappropriate to do...

But I'll still try and explain. That is the behavior or a home intruder, a stalker, a person who may wish me harm.

I had a man stalk me for a year and recently break into my apartment when I was sleeping. He behaved similarly to (BF's Father), quietly sneaking through my home. I was luckily able to subdue him until the police arrived.

He is imprisoned now. But that experience caused me to get a pistol for home defense and train on how to use it. That is the level of seriousness I take a home invasion.

It isn't a joke, and it isn't silly or funny. It is life threatening. And that little “joke” made me believe wholeheartedly that I was going to die if I didn't fight or escape by any means necessary.

If you are angry about a door, I ask you to reflect on why you value a door over the life of your son's girlfriend. Because expecting me to avoid property damage when running for my life, or trying to blame me for it after the fact...

That communicates to me that my life has less value to you than $3,500. And that is something I will never accept.

I did what I needed to to protect myself, and I would do it again regardless of the cost. And if you don't respect that, and don't take full financial responsibility for the consequences of (BF's Father's) joke...

You have to understand that you are telling me my life and safety is worth less to you than a door. I'm frankly disgusted that you would even ask me for money after that, rather than trying to make amends.

/GottaHaveSleepyDumbo/

8. My Girlfriend's Italian Family

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ETA: There may have been some confusion as to my gf's reaction, she was ashamed her family dug so deep into me, not about my response.

After wanting to die for the next 48 hours she agreed I did the right thing and that it was funny

Backstory: due to my dad's job we lived in Italy for 3 years when I was younger, so I speak Italian almost fluently (it's been awhile, so I've lost some of it)

Recently I started dating a girl. She's great and I love her so much. I met her family a few nights ago for dinner.

She warned me that the male side of her family is very big into being macho, into "testing" the boys the women date and are VERY big on taking pride in their Italian ancestry.

I think besides the grandfather, however, they were almost all born in Bergen County, NJ but whatever, its nice to take pride in ones heritage.

Long story short at dinner they kept making jokes at my expense (I honestly would not call it bullying, just things about my height, beard, shaved head).

They tried making fun of my IT job too but stopped once I told them my income. It was overall not a bad experience, but a not so pleasant one.

Anyways, her older brother kept pushing things, giving me exceptional amounts of shit for playing Lacrosse in HS (apparently its a sport for prissy rich kids and not manly like football or baseball).

He ended his rant by saying "hey, we're just a big Italian family, we're loud and tell it how we see it! Hahaha!" and all the family except my girlfriend laughed.

So I, for the next minute, responded to everything they said in Italian.

My girlfriend buried her head in shame, the grandfather laughed and everyone else kept looking at each other confused before telling me they didn't speak Italian.

I replied "then don't use your Italian heritage as an excuse to behave poorly when you can't even speak the language." They got mad, but the grandfather told them all I was right and to be quiet.

My girlfriend isn't mad, just ashamed, I think the grandfather likes me, but word from my gf's sister is that all the men are furious, think I'm a smart ass and that I disrespected them and their masculinity in an unforgiveable way. So AITA?

u/aitaITAM1990

9. Complaining About Absolutely Everything

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I (25F) lived with my parents (50F and 55M) because it is very close to my service and it is a very expensive area.

I can currently live alone, but I didn't because I never needed it and my parents didn't ask.

As time went on and I earned more, I put in air conditioning, made my room smart, as well as the house (Alexa), [and] put a very good shower in the guest bathroom (which I eventually added to my bedroom).

I bought quality furniture to my room, etc. My room turned out to be the best in the house because of the changes I made.

And yes, I paid rent to my parents (quite fat, by the way).

It's been three months since they came to talk to me, saying it was time for me to change, because they wanted to have their moment alone now and I was able to live on my own.

I agreed; after all, I was just living there for ease and convenience.

I found a house, and I would need to make all the changes I planned, so in order not to have to buy [them]...

I replaced all the sockets/bulbs/switches (smart) and the shower with common ones (I paid for them all and this increase in energy I paid, too).

I also removed the air conditioner and paid to plug the hole it leaves.

Besides, of course, all the furniture in my room and Alexas scattered around the house.

My parents started complaining that I shouldn't take everything out, as they were in common use...

and that with these changes, I made my room worse and the house in general, too (it's just not smart; everything I bought was quality).

I said that they asked me to move and I'm taking everything I bought, because I needed to [pay for] other expenses

(I made a payment on the house), and these items were all bought by me, and all the increase in energy I had was paid only by me too.

And that if they wanted to buy, I can help search online, but I would take these items.

They called me selfish because I made the house worse and removed the items in common use, as they were already used to the smart home.

They complained even more when I didn't want to leave the 65-inch smart TV in my room as a gift for them (I didn't leave it because it's new and it was too expensive).

I moved a week ago, but they're still upset. All items are brand-new (most less than 1 year old).

Yes. it was cheaper for me to replace. Legally I can do this. It's not [the] US; these things are very expensive in my country. AITA?

No replaced item made them lose money; all were replaced by the same (before smart) or better.

It's because the smart is twice the price of normal items, so obviously it's of a "lesser" quality compared to smart things.

About AC, I didn't put it in the text... they don't use it, I took it mainly because it would gather dust in my parents' house.

/TAMovingout/

10. It Wasn’t My Damn Bronco!

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So how to begin with this... I realize that on paper I am totally the a**hole, but when you dig deeper into my motivations I'm hoping it's more of a gray area that anything else and maybe even I did the right thing.

When I was a teenager my dad bought me a classic 1972 Ford Bronco. It was my true passion and I don't recall a memory from high school that somehow doesn't involve that truck.

Plus, my dad and I would spend hours and hours working on it together, and [when] we went through that especially father/son rough patch when I was teenager, it was always that Bronco that brought us back together.

I made a huge mistake and sold the truck when I turned 19, and my dad died of a heart attack two months later, so while not logical, I've always felt a karmic connection between the two events.

We had a baby in early February. She is our first and the light of my life. My wife is doing well but she's back at work and she's realized that she hates all the day cares we've tried and really wants to be a stay-at-home mom...

[P]lus, she's still very hormonal from delivery, lack of sleep, and breastfeeding, so she's having a rough time and is angry a lot. I guess I need to say this.

Two weeks ago I was driving through our town's warehouse district and saw a Bronco that was pretty beat up but resembled mine. I stopped just for nostalgia's sake and the owner came out and let me take a look inside.

My dad and I had glued a wheat penny under the dash as sort of [a] security measure so I just sort of checked, and goddamned if it wasn't MY BRONCO!

I asked him if he'd ever consider selling it; he said actually someone was on I-25 as we spoke from Colorado to buy it for $21,000. I freaked out and asked him if I could buy it right then and there for $23,000.

He said if I could come up with the cash, yes. I had been procrastinating setting up a 529 [college savings plan] so I had $12,000 in savings that my wife's parents had given us.

I maxed out my credit card to Venmo and my mom b[r]ought down a check for $4,000 and I drove away in my old car. It was like a dream come true. Like a literal dream come true. It needs a lot of work I can't afford right now, but it's mine.

Like in my driveway mine. Again. I can't even describe what a joy this is. My wife and her parents are furious with me.

They feel I was deceptive, that a "real" man would have sacrificed anything and everything so my wife could go stay at home with his kids, and that's setting aside that they gave us the money for a college fund. My point is my daughter is only 6 months old; we have 18 years to set up a college fund of her.

But this Bronco means everything to me and if I wouldn't have acted it would have been gone forever. Now it can be that same connection between me and my kids. To me it's the literal meaning of happiness. Like I said on paper - a**hole... whole story - grey area. How do you guys see it?

/IceCreamPaintJob/

11. Little Black Dress

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My (23F) wedding was back on Saturday December 31st and I'm still getting backlash from this, so I want to know if this was an AH move.

In the country I live in it's currently winter, and we get a fair amount of snow so my wedding was a winter themed wedding.

The color theme was forest green and gold.

My dress was obviously white, and I chose the color of my bridesmaids dresses to be forest green as well. My MOH"s dress was black, and everyone was to wear gold accessories.

I have this friend, we'll call her Kat, that I asked to be one of my bridesmaids.

When we went dress shopping and I told them the color theme I was going for, Kat immediately expressed that she thought forest green was a bad choice.

She said the thinks it's not a flattering color, and thought I should choose something different and more "girly".

I said no because my wedding was winter themed and I thought the color would go perfect with the theme.

She suggested a pink, blue even a red. I said no, but thanks' for your opinion.

She found out my MOH"s dress was black and asked if she could wear black too? I said no, only my MOH is wearing black.

I paid for all the dresses. Fast forward to wedding day, everyone's getting their hair and makeup done and Kat show's up 30 minutes late holding a bag that looked like it had a dress inside.

I asked her what this was for? She told me it was for later on at the reception if she got uncomfortable and wanted to change after pictures. I was like ok cool.

So fast forward we're all dressed and walking down the stairs because the ceremony is beginning in 30 mins and we were going to take some pictures before. Kat is the last person to come down and she's wearing a BLACK DRESS.

At the time I was preoccupied taking pictures with my parents, but my MOH came over to me and made me aware of the situation.

I confronted Kat and asked her what was going on. She said she hates her bridesmaid dress, as the color is ugly and makes her look gross so she's wearing black. I told her please go back and change.

She refused and started walking away from me. I said I'm going to ask her one more time, and if she doesn't oblige I'm calling security and kicking her out.

She began yelling at me to fuck off, so I called security and asked them to please escort her out.

She started making a BIG scene yelling how I'm such a bitch, that I can't force her to wear anything and that I'm a horrible inconsiderate friend.

The wedding went on and it was truly amazing. Ever since the wedding Kat has been blowing up my phone with texts saying some really nasty thing's and asking for the money back she spent on the black dress, since it was a waste and she didn't get to wear it.

I had to block her number. Some of my other bridesmaids have been giving me shit saying that it was a little harsh kicking her out and embarrassing her like that.

And that maybe I should give her the money back. AITA for kicking her out?

/bridezillaxoxo/

12. I am NOT a Miser

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First, some important info: I (30F) have been married to my husband (34M) for eight years now. We live in a culture where you never combine your finances after marriage (some do, but they are the exception to the rule).

Also, in the event of a divorce, there is nothing like common property or anything like that. You keep what you bought and anything that has your name on it.

We met while we were studying, graduated the same year, [and] have the same (primary) income (I do some freelance work).

We are so in tune [about] everything except how to spend money, and he likes travel while I am a homebody.

Since the first day of marriage, I proposed that we share the expenses (rent, utilities, groceries, cleaning lady...) equally (even though culturally the man is responsible for all of them), then we should have a savings account to save for a house.

He didn't want to save for a house; he said that his money is better spent on experiences, and anyway there is nothing wrong with renting untill we are in our 50s, then we can buy a house.

In the end we agreed to have a shared account for expenses, then whatever is left is ours to do with what we want. He tends to take at least two weekend trips with his friends, staying in expensive hotels, going to concerts...

Also, even though I cook almost every meal at home, most times he would just order out for lunch or dinner.

I also go on weekend trips with my friends, but they are more day trips to the beach, hiking in the mountains, scuba diving... Each trip costs less than a tenth of what his trips do.

Well, I have been saving for all of these eight years, and now I am about to close on a small apartment, and pay it in full (no interest or monthly payments).

The plan is to live there, save what I am used to saving, plus what I used to spend on rent, buy a bigger house, and rent this apartment for extra income.

And now he wants me to add his name to the deed. I flat out told him no, he didn't want to save, he didn't put a cent towards the house, so his name does not go on the deed.

I also told him that I plan to buy a bigger house, and now that he doesn't have to pay rent, he can save and put his share toward the next house, then he can have his name on the deed of the house.

Well, he called me an AH, said that this is not what it meant to be married, and took some days off to go on a trip to “cool off.”

I don't think I am an AH, but I also tend to be stubborn when it comes to what I perceive as financial irresponsibility. So AITA?

I am not a miser. I still paid for dates, bought him gifts just because I [saw] something he might like, went on one expensive trip a year with him (usually abroad)... etc. I just saved a lot, too.

/random47017/

13. She’s Working On It

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My wife and I have a 3 year old daughter, Alexis. Both of us work and Alexis has attended daycare since she was 1.

In the 2 years since, we have been asked to leave 2 programs because my wife is a micromanager.

I admit both of us went into the first program not really understanding daycare.

I quickly learned that they can’t provide personalized care and after learning from her teachers, I reset my expectations.

My wife, however, has a lot of anxiety and worries about our daughter.

She hates when she gets even a little upset. She’s in therapy and is working on it.

First program, my wife would constantly watch the live feed and call the daycare multiple times a day.

We had several talks about it and the school talked to us twice. My wife ended up screaming at one of the teachers and then the director.

We were terminated immediately. Second daycare was a little better because my wife began therapy.

But my wife was still so nervous and had a complaint every single day.

These were not important things, small things like she saw another child took a toy from Alexis and she would cry.

The teacher would give the toy back to Alexis but my wife didn’t understand why the other child wasn’t punished for it.

This daycare didn’t kick us out but did eventually suggest that this may not be the best program for us.

My wife and I decided to pull Alexis out. My wife because of her anxiety, myself because I knew my wife had burned bridges and was becoming “one of those moms”.

We chose a smaller home daycare this time as we couldn’t afford another center.

The woman who owns it is very nice but also firm. She stands by her boundaries and won’t let my wife break any rules, whereas the centers were definitely more accommodating.

My wife would take any inch she got.

This time, she doesn’t get that opportunity. I thought all was well as the owner only speaks to my wife for the most part.

Then, I get put in a group text saying my wife has been bombarding the owner with texts every day, despite the owner saying she will text her at lunch when things are settled.

She said at this point, she will only be responding at specific times of the day and not looking the rest.

The owner then added sent several pages of the contract with passages highlighted, reminding us of certain policies my wife had violated.

I was pissed. When Alexis went to bed that night, my wife and I talked. I said this was our last option for daycare.

The other centers are too expensive and this was the only home daycare in the area that we like. A nanny is not in our budget. My wife made a million excuses, including that it’s not her fault she’s anxious.

I said if we are asked to leave this program too, my wife will be the one quitting her job to watch Alexis, not me.

This upset my wife. I pointed out I’ve spoken to her kindly about this plenty of times. I encourage her to keep up her therapy.

But she can’t keep getting us kicked out of programs. My wife is now not speaking to me. AITA?

/Spirited_Block_6783/

14. Cheaper by the Seventeen

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I am a nurse practitioner and I am the primary care provider for a lot of the low risk maternity cases at the practice where I work.

I also work hand in hand with the doctors and midwives to create a healthy maternity, birth, and postpartum situation.

My fiancee is completing her residency. We live together and have for a few years now. We aren't in any hurry to get married.

We originally had plans to do so a couple of years ago but then we got really busy for two years.

It is driving my very religious parents crazy that their youngest son is living in sin. I don't really care. I'm an adult and I do what I want. We are getting married in June.

So we are visiting my parents for Christmas. The way it came together this year everyone is at my parents house.

So that's my folks, my three siblings, myself and fiancee, and seven grandchildren. So seventeen people.

At dinner my mom starts going on about how she is so glad that we are finally getting married and she won't be embarrassed at church any more.

And my dad says how proud he is of his three older kids who all either waited to get married before moving in together or got married right away after moving in together.

My fiancee was getting embarrassed and I was getting mad over this stupid argument we have had too many times. And a family dinner was the last straw.

I have asked them repeatedly to just accept that they cannot control how I live my life. I refuse to stay with them when I visit even if I come alone. Hotels are just easier.

So I started talking about a premature baby I had been reading about. It was almost three months premature and weighed about 1.6 pounds.

It was super strong and healthy for being born so little and the NICU had high hopes for the baby doing well.

My mom and dad both got deer in the headlights looks on their faces. To bad. Should not have fucked around with my fiancee's feelings.

So I asked about my oldest brother. He was born almost four months premature. Is there a chance that we could check out the family album where we keep all the records of family births and stuff.

I already know my brother was over 9 pounds and almost 23" long when he was born. My grandmother told me all about it the first time my parents tried to shame me.

The subject gets changed very fast. After supper my parents told me that I should not try to embarrass them with private things that are not my concern.

I told them that if I heard anything about my living arrangements ever again for the rest of my life I would make sure to keep bringing up the FACT that my mom was in her second trimester when they got married.

My parents are mad at me for telling them how to behave in their own home. But my fiancee is happy that they seem to be off the subject for good. AITA?

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15. You’re Dating Me Not My Parents

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I'm 25M, i have two parents. My birth dad (John) who's 48M and my other dad Dwayne who's 45M. I call my birth dad John, "Dad". And I call my other dad Dwayne, "Pops".

My birth dad John was married to my mom for a few years, then she left my dad and yeah.

They ended up divorcing and now she's somewhere in California, idk where or what she's doing. Haven't talked to her in ages.

So dad, and pops i'm super close with. They are the best parents any child could ask for. I love both of them and they've always been with me.

My dad introduced me to pops when i was a little boy and they had told me they were in a relationship (and i was all for it because i had saw my dad become lonely/sad when he was single)

so seeing the fact that my dad loves someone and has a life partner made me super happy.

Pops & Dad got married, and we've been living an amazing life. I'm probably more to close to Pops then my own dad haha.

Due to the fact that Pops is really cool and he's laid back.

I love both of them equally and they love me as well, and i'm blessed to have them as parents.

For a few months i've been dating this girl bella who's my age. I thought she's pretty cute and i liked her.

So we kicked it and recently she told me "My parents want to meet your parents and want to come over for dinner" I said sure. I'll tell my family.

So yesterday, Friday night. Bella comes in. Pops greets her and says "Come on in sweetheart, dinner is ready".

She says "You must be ____ dad so good to meet you" and she shakes his hand and she sees Dad come out of the kitchen

"He's holding the mac n cheese tray" with the mittens and is putting it on the table.

Then bella says "Who's he?" i said, "Oh that's my dad". She said "I though he's your dad" she's referring to Pops. I say yeah.

That's my pops? And that's my dad? She pulls me to the side and says "I didn't know your parents are gay? Oh my god? why didn't you tell me?"

I genuinely didn't know why, that'd be an issue or so. Because your dating me, not my parents and all. So it shouldn't matter. But i guess it's a concern for her.

Her parents come at the door after they parked the car and bella tells her parents "let's leave" and they left.

I told my parents i'm sorry and they said "son don't worry this is nothing new haha" and then we all sat down and enjoyed dinner and went to sleep. So AITA for not telling?

/Dry_Leg_9006/

16. Just a Few Spilled White Claws

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I have what I think is a very good sense of situational awareness. I’m a quick thinker and I tend to not panic in dangerous situations. My fiancee, on the other hand, is the exact opposite.

If I’m being nice I would say she doesn't have any awareness of danger.

If I’m being honest I would say that she has the survival instinct of [a] panda raised in captivity.

She ha[s] no sense of danger around her, doesn’t constantly examine her surroundings for things that could be dangerous, and when things are bad, her reaction is to panic and scream.

Friday we went out on a friend of mine’s boat and we got into a dangerous situation.

We were anticipating light rain but we ended up with a downpour, high winds, and high waves.

While me and the other men there were trying to strap things down and keep the boat from capsizing, my fiancee screamed and cried for dear life. She was in hysterics.

And I get it was a scary situation, but [she was] yelling and screaming that “we’re all gonna die” and for god to save us, and literally crying, saying that it’s my fault that she’s on the boat since I asked her to come...

None of the other gfs or wives were doing this, just her. I’m sure the other women there were just as scared but tried to keep It in for the sake of the men doing something about it.

The downpour was really bad for about 15 minutes.

So 15 minutes of wailing while we are doing everything we can to keep things all right. We made it back safe with little more damage than a few spilled White Claws.

On the car ride home I told my fiancee that we needed to talk about how she was behaving during the crisis.

Not only was it incredibly embarrassing in front of my boys, but it was distracting, unhelpful, and telling.

I told her that today proved to me that if I was in a life-or-death situation, I could not rely on her to be any help or do anything except make things more stressful.

I said she needed to learn how to not panic and be helpful.

She got unbelievably mad. She said she thought she was going to die and had reason to freak out.

I told her that all of us were scared but none of us were as ridiculous as she was.

We argued the entire ride home and she is still pissed off a[t] me. I think I was right to say this, especially since we plan on spending our lives together and raising a family and I can’t be the only levelheaded one. AITA?

The women there did not help because they did not know how to help. The men there have been out together on the boat countless times before so we all are experienced and know exactly what to do.

It’s so much more unsafe for them to be in our way attempting to help if they don’t really know what they’re doing.

It’s safer for everyone if they just hang on and keep calm until the issue is resolved.

This has NOTHING to do with them being women. It has everything to do with them not knowing what to do.

If another guy had been [there] and didn’t know what to do, I’d tell him to sit tight and let those of us that do know handle it.

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17. The Golden Child

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I'm 18f. I live with my parents and my sister, Joanne, 23f. Joanne has a cocaine habit and she claims its normal in her job and it's just the lifestyle of cheffing, yada yada.

My parents seem to be ignoring it since Joanne pays her rent on time and keeps to herself when she's in the house and doesn't cause many problems.

I'm a college student on a government grant, and I'm in college Monday to Friday up until 5/6pm, working isn't really an option for me right now, so I don't go out much and I spend all my money on college supplies.

Joanne doesn't seem to understand this and is always asking to borrow money and what not.

I always say no because it works out that I only have €40 every week to spend on college stuff and travel to college.

I got a Christmas bonus on my grant and I ended up deciding to book tickets for a small ish local gig that's next week.

I booked two, one for me and one for my best friend because her birthday is the same day and she loves the type of music, it was meant to be a surprise for her.

I had told Joanne about this on one of her "good days" because I was genuinely excited to finally do something and live the college student lifestyle for a night.

The tickets were digital, on an account shared with my parents.

Joanne had asked for the login telling them that she wanted to book tickets to something, but she was lying and used it to sell my tickets for drug money.

I didn't find out until I had gotten the email to confirm that the tickets were sent to someone else and I was really confused at first. I checked and they were sent to someone I know Joanne knows.

I went straight to her when she got home and asked what the fuck she did, and she tried lying but I showed her proof it went to someone she knows and told her I wanted my money back then and there.

She told me it was gone already. I lost my mind and started yelling at her, because it wasn't fair.

My mom was just in from work and I was screaming at my sister who was crying at that point saying she was sorry and she didn't know it would upset me this much.

My mom got involved and told me to keep my voice down and we'll talk about it, and I told her to shut up and stay out of it.

I ended up saying something along the lines of "why is it fair that you get to do this to me when I've never even drank alcohol or smoked weed, why does the cokewhore get to be the golden child bit not me?".

My mom stepped in and put a stop to it then and there, my sister had started screaming back at me for what I called her.

My mom said that was out of line and she just made a mistake.

I told my mom her mistake cost me the only night out ill have been able to have all year so she should hear what I have to say about it.

My mom thinks I was in the wrong for what I said, and my sister won't even look at me even though its been 3 days and I've tried apologising. AITA?

/GigTicket10294/

18. A Storm is Coming

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I (23F) am an avid hiker in Australia. Last week I encountered a middle aged woman, around 50 years old as I was coming off a trail. She was walking in my direction as I came out of the bush.

It was strange to see her, the sun was almost down and the weather was starting to turn. also, this was an intermediate collection of trails at best, difficult even for me at worst. and she didn't look super athletic.

Point is, my 'weird' radar was going off already.

She walked up to me and stopped, standing too close for my comfort, gestured toward the clearing where my car was parked, and asked whether it was my car. No greeting or anything.

When I looked over something made me uncomfortable- there were no cars other than mine in sight.

The trail I was on isn't crazy far from civilization but it's not a walk away- one of those highway rest stops that's there for the trail and a few parking spots. no way she could have got there without driving.

I let her know that, yes, it was my car, to which she responded something like "Perfect, there's a storm coming, I can't be caught in it and I need to get home".

She was very matter of fact. It seemed like she had already decided what would happen.

without waiting for my response, she started striding for my car. I am glad I always lock my doors because she would have hopped right in the passenger seat had the door opened.

As she was walking over to it, I went after her trying to explain that I wasn't sure it was a good idea for her to hitch a ride- asking why she was out here in the first place.

I was talking to a brick wall until she realised the car was locked, at which point she turned around with this look of anger and frustration on her face.

She starts ranting- the same stuff as before "I NEED to get home" "A STORM is coming" "I CANNOT be caught in it" "Why don't you get it?!".

I was very confused at this point, and a little scared, as this woman was now a barrier between me and my vehicle.

I told her something like 'I'm sorry but I don't feel comfortable with having a stranger in my car'.

She stared me down for a few seconds, I guess trying to gauge her chances at asking again. And just like that, the anger drops from her face and she’s silent. I was really uncomfortable.

I asked if I could call someone, if there was another way to help. she starts walking- towards me (scary), but then right past me.

I'm still asking her questions, then just saying things like "hello" and "excuse me". no response.

She walked to the other end of the rest stop and maintained eye contact with me as she sat down on a log, then just stared at nothing.

I didn’t follow her. I got into my car really shaken up and drove away. As soon as I was back in cell range I called fire and rescue, they said they would send someone out.

I was scared for my safety in the moment, but she was just some woman alone in the middle of nowhere.

Am I the asshole for refusing this strange woman a ride/shelter in my car?

/slugkittenmow/

19. I Had Three Ideas

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I (F23) have been told my entire life that if anything happens to my parents I will be my sister's guardian.

She is 33 and has some disabilities. She is currently living in a group home.

The government pays for a good portion of the cost but not all.

My parents have made sure that they have accessed every resource available for her to make sure she has as good a life as she can.

I was we were visiting her this last weekend when they brought it up again.

They are both reasonably healthy but they both had health scares in the last couple of years. They once again said that I would be her guardian.

I have been giving this a fair bit of thought. I have two older brothers. They are both married and established in their careers.

They would be better choices than I am. I want to go see the world.

I am lucky enough that my job can be done from anywhere that I can access the internet.

When we went sort dinner I brought it up and said that I had three ideas.

-They make all three of us her guardians so we could split the responsibilities and duties.

-They leave their entire estate to my sister in a trust that will oversee her care.

-They leave me their entire estate with the proviso that I become her sole guardian and take full responsibility. Minus sentimental stuff for the rest of my family obviously.

I thought that was fair since it's not like they are rich and their estate will mostly consist of their house and the insurance policies they took out when they realized the long term costs of care for my sister.

They said that I'm trying to shirk my responsibility to my sister and that I'm greedy for trying to get everything.

I had one last suggestion and they really hated it. I said that they were welcome to cut me completely out of their will.

But that had to include guardianship of my sister.

They could leave everything to her and my brothers but that meant I would be completely free of responsibility for her care.

My dad got really angry and my mom was crying when I left. My brothers both called me to say I was being an asshole springing this on my parents.

And that I was being greedy trying to keep them and their families from getting anything when our parents pass away.

I asked both if them if they wanted 100% responsibility for our sister in return for the entire estate.

I volunteered to sign away everything to them. Neither one took me up on the offer.

/Illustrious_Fig5484/

20. The Full Story

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Brief backstory: About a year ago my last remaining grandparent passed away and my father inherited all assets, including a house.

I had been saving for a nice down payment (at least 50%) so I could have a lower mortgage payment each month, thus allowing me to save money for travel.

When my father inherited this house, which he had no interest in moving into yet, he offered to sell it to me for slightly below market rate, with the caveat that he and my stepmother could eventually move into the basement apartment.

I agreed, because they're both incredible people who are not at all invasive and would give me my privacy if they lived there. So I paid a 60% down payment, financed the rest, and moved in.

Present day: About six months ago I started considering renting out the finished basement apartment.

It has two bedrooms, one bathroom, a living room, and a small kitchenette (sink, fridge, microwave, but no oven).

A friend of mine said his brother was moving to my city and needed a place.

He's a brand new teacher and doesn't make great money, so he needed a place that wasn't expensive.

I offered to let him rent my basement for way less than market rate ($650) which would include utilities.

He readily accepted and signed a year long lease.

Well a few days ago he asked if he could start paying the landlord directly instead of giving me rent money each month.

I was under the impression my friend had told him I own the house, so I was confused and I told him we don't have a landlord and that I'm the owner.

He got very upset and screamed at me for "lying for over six months" and "taking advantage of him" by making him pay so much in rent.

For the record, an apartment similar to the one in my house would be well over twice what he's paying me, closer to three times for something as nice.

He asked how much of my mortgage he's covering and I said "Why does that matter?

You're getting a nice, quiet place to live, access to a full kitchen and laundry room, and you're paying an amount that you can afford. My personal finances aren't really a factor here."

He stormed out of the room and slammed the basement door. He's still not speaking to me.

I asked a few other friends and some family members, and most said I'm wrong for having him cover my mortgage payments.

Only a few say I'm in the right. So AITA for having my roommate cover $650 of my $775/month mortgage?

ETA: He has a lease so I won't be evicting him over this alone. If he does any damage or becomes hostile, I'll look at the eviction process.

But for now, he will remain unless he chooses to break the lease (which I'd allow him to do if he wants).

He also didn’t bother to read the lease before signing. The lease clearly states I’m the homeowner.

I didn’t trick him or keep info from him. He simply didn’t read what he was signing.

I didn’t get the house for almost free as some people choose to believe.

My father sold it to me for about 75% of its value, more or less as an advance on “rent” he and my stepmother will pay when they move in here in a few years.

We already agreed they won’t pay monthly rent but will contribute to utilities and groceries at that time.

I also made a 60% down payment so I have quite a bit invested, as well at paying about $1500/month out of pocket for taxes, insurance, maintenance, utilities, etc.

/BurningMyBridges72/

21. Really Listen

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A little bit more than a year ago, I asked for advice on how to deal with my stepson.

I was ripped to shreds in the comments, and deservedly so. For those who haven’t read the post: I didn’t feel like my stepson was respecting my authority after I imposed overly strict rules upon him.

I’ve had a few people ask for an update, but first, I wanted to clear up one thing.

Many people assumed that I took an under privileged kid and put him in a school full of rich kids.

That couldn’t be further from the truth. Before we married, he and his mother were very well off.

We both have really well paying jobs, the only reason he was in a public school was because the schools in our area are really great.

The only reason he was switched to the private school is because it is a STEM school and I thought that would be beneficial to him.

Now on to the update. After reading the comments telling me how horrible of a stepfather I was, I felt sick.

This may seem unbelievable but I was genuinely trying to do right by him and I was beside myself realizing that I did more harm than good.

My stepson never knew his father, and I jumped at the chance to have that special father/son bond with him.

I eased up on many of the restrictions I placed, he no longer has to surrender his phone and while we still do have family time, it’s about once a week instead of every night.

He no longer has a bedtime and while his mom follows him on his socials (I do not) I no longer demand this passwords to anything.

The only time I have asked him to babysit is in the case of an emergency but surprisingly, now that I’ve stopped, he’s been offering to babysit every once in a while.

As for the school issue, he is still at the school we switched him too.

We had many long talks about this very issue and he ultimately decided to finish out his high school career at the school because, while he missed his friends,

he was able to recognize that this new school offered him the best opportunity to get into the college he really wants to attend.

Since all of this, the relationship between my stepson and myself has drastically improved.

For his 17th birthday we offered to get him a car and he and I had a really nice time picking out the right one.

I’ve taken him to a few basketball games which he loves (and I’ve enjoyed learning about the sport from him).

He actually got a girlfriend and came to me for advice about dating which is not something that would have happened before.

I will say this, I am blessed with an incredibly smart, kind and compassionate stepson;

Other kids may not have been so forgiving, and rightfully so.

I urge other stepparents out there to really listen to their stepchildren instead of automatically trying to take over, you may not be as lucky as I was.

/nervousaccomplice74/

22. Again?!?!?

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My (21F) sister (32F) has been married to her husband (33M) for eight years. They already have six kids total, the last one born five months ago.

Yesterday, my sister had announced that she's three months pregnant with twins, and while everyone was congratulating her, I said out loud, "Oh my god, again??

Can't your stupid husband leave you alone??" I didn't mean to say it out loud, but it slipped out and my sister looked at me angrily and literally dragged me into another room and asked, "Why tf did you say that?"

I told her that she and her husband have been pregnant every year for the last eight years and that she needs to take a break.

I was worried about her having so many babies in such a short time and I didn't want anything bad happening to her.

She then said, “How about YOU leave us alone and worry about your own s**t? This is MY life, so f*ck off.”

My mother told me that I should apologize for being rude, but I told her that I won't apologize for showing concern.

But now I just can't help thinking that maybe I was being an a*****e and sticking my nose into other people's business.

I was just worried, but maybe I was being a jerk. AITA?

Yes, I do babysit my sister's kids sometimes, and all six of them at the same time whenever they need me to and if I'm available.

They pay me $30-$50/hour, but their kids are pretty destructive and they don't respect other adults like they're supposed to, so it's a full chore watching after them.

I'm aware that the "stupid husband" comment was inappropriate, but I have almost no filter and my stupid mouth says s**t before my brain can stop it.

And ummm... I've seen some comments talk about the ages and assuming my sister is 21? I'M 21F, my sister is 32F, and her husband is 33M.

I apologized to my sister for insulting her husband and making that rude comment, but I told her that I'm still worried about her having so many kids back to back, and that [I'm] just concerned in general about her health and well-being.

She actually forgave me, and she said it's because 1) I'm her youngest sister; 2)

she knows about my problem with keeping my thoughts to myself and that I'm working on myself; and

3) she knows that I am concerned for her and she appreciates it, but she has assured me that she's fine and said that this pregnancy wasn't planned and her husband plans on getting a vasectomy because they both want this pregnancy to be the last.

For those asking, she and her husband can afford to have kids. He runs a very successful business and she is still co-partner with her best friend in a company that they both started before she got married.

How she manages to juggle being a full-time mom and work here and there is beyond me, but she does.

That's why I babysit sometimes when the nanny isn't available 24/7.

Her husband was the one who initially wanted a big family, and my sister just went along with the idea. But that's their business.

/homewrong44

23. Am I the Asshole for Refusing to Share My Lottery Winnings?

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Reddit, I'm in a weird spot. I won a small lottery jackpot - nothing life-changing, but a significant amount.

I decided to use it to pay off some debts and save the rest. But when my friends found out, they expected me to treat them.

They've been making comments about how I should share my good fortune and take them on a vacation or out for expensive dinners.

I've always been careful with money, and this windfall is a chance for me to secure my future. I don't want to squander it.

My refusal has led to some of them calling me selfish and stingy. They're acting like I owe them a share of my winnings.

I've helped these friends out in the past with small loans and favors, so their reaction is really disappointing to me.

I'm starting to feel isolated and wonder if I'm being too tight-fisted. But I also think it's my right to choose how to use my money.

This whole situation is making me question my friendships and whether they value me or my money more.

So, Reddit, am I the asshole for not sharing my lottery winnings with my friends?

LuckyButGuilty

24. Am I the Asshole for Refusing to Lend Money to My Friend?

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Alright, Reddit, I need some perspective. My friend, who's always been bad with money, asked me for a significant loan to pay off some debts.

I've lent them money before, but they've never paid me back on time, and it's always a hassle to get my money back.

This time, I said no. I told them I couldn't afford to lend them money, especially since I'm saving up for some personal goals.

They got really upset, calling me selfish and a bad friend. They reminded me of all the times they've helped me in the past.

I feel like a jerk, but I'm tired of being treated like a bank. I've worked hard for my savings and have my own financial responsibilities.

Our mutual friends are split. Some think I should help out, while others agree that I've done enough already.

I'm starting to question if I'm being too harsh. Maybe I should just lend them the money as a gesture of friendship?

This situation is causing a lot of tension and has me reevaluating my friendship. I don't want to lose a friend over money, but I also need to protect my finances.

So, Reddit, am I the asshole for refusing to lend money to my friend who's bad with finances?

FiscalFriend

25. Am I the Asshole for Refusing to Give My Ex a Second Chance?

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Okay, Reddit, here's the situation. My ex recently reached out, asking for a second chance after they cheated on me a year ago.

I've moved on and am currently happy in a new relationship. I told my ex I wasn't interested in rekindling anything.

My ex accused me of being cold-hearted and unforgiving, saying people deserve second chances.

Some of my friends think I should hear my ex out, arguing that people can change.

I feel like I've closed that chapter of my life and don't owe my ex anything, especially after how they hurt me.

This whole ordeal has brought back a lot of painful memories, and I'm trying to focus on my current relationship.

I'm starting to feel guilty, like maybe I'm being too harsh. But the thought of going back to my ex just doesn't sit right with me.

I wonder if I'm being unfair, or if it's okay to prioritize my own happiness and peace of mind.

So, Reddit, am I the asshole for refusing to give my ex a second chance after they cheated on me?

PastIsPast

26. Am I the Asshole for Cancelling a Friend's Visit Last Minute?

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Okay, Reddit, I need some perspective. I had plans for a friend to visit me for the weekend, but I cancelled last minute.

The reason I cancelled is because I've been feeling really overwhelmed with work and personal issues.

My friend got upset, saying I ruined their plans and that they were really looking forward to the visit.

I tried to explain my situation, but they didn't seem to understand and accused me of being a bad friend.

Some of my other friends think I should have just gone through with the visit to avoid hurting their feelings.

I feel terrible for cancelling, but I also felt like I wouldn't have been good company given my current state.

I'm questioning whether I should have put my friend's feelings above my own need for space and quiet.

This situation has put a strain on our friendship, and I'm unsure how to make amends.

So, Reddit, am I the asshole for cancelling my friend's visit last minute due to feeling overwhelmed?

OverwhelmedHost

27. Am I the Asshole for Refusing to Give My Ex a Second Chance? Part 2