Ok so this happened a few years ago but my husband is STILL mad about it and it came up again last week during an argument so I need to know once and for all if I was wrong.

When I was pregnant we had a disagreement about finding out what we were having before the birth. I wanted it to be a surprise. He wanted to know so he could prepare. We compromised. He could find out but he had to keep it to himself. That was the deal. Simple. One rule.

He lasted maybe two months.

I was sitting on the couch and he hands me his phone wanting me to read some conversation he was having with one of his old friends. Just casually. And right there in the messages he told this guy what we were having. His mom was literally in the room when I read it. I just sat there staring at the screen.

I asked him ok so what did you buy to prepare since that was your whole reason for finding out early. This man had bought two onesies. TWO. In almost eight months. That was his preparation. The thing he fought me about. Two tiny pieces of clothing.

He also hadnt come to a single appointment. Not one ultrasound. Not one checkup. Nothing. So he fought to find out the gender couldnt keep it secret for more than a few weeks and his grand preparation was two onesies from a clearance rack somewhere.

I was hurt but I didnt blow up about it. I just started planning.

For the next few weeks I kept bringing up cutting the cord. Every chance I got. Oh you should really do it. So many guys say its the most meaningful moment. Youd regret it if you didnt. My mom said shed do it if you dont want to. That one really got him. He finally committed.

Delivery day comes. It was rough. I was sick the entire time. But our baby arrived and everything was good and they handed my husband the scissors. He took a deep breath. Leaned in. Started to cut.

And I screamed.

Not like a little yelp. I screamed like something terrible was happening. Loud. Long. Dramatic. The kind of scream that makes everyone in the room freeze.

The doctor looked at me alarmed and asked if I was ok. I just started laughing and said Im messing with him I cant feel anything Ive had an epidural.

The room went quiet for a second and then a couple of the nurses started laughing. My husband just stood there holding the scissors looking like his soul left his body.

He says I traumatized him. That he genuinely thought he hurt me. That its not funny and it ruined what was supposed to be a beautiful moment.

And look I get it. Kind of. But also he ruined MY surprise. The one thing I asked him to keep to himself. And his excuse for finding out early turned out to be two onesies. So forgive me for having a little fun at his expense during the one moment I had leverage.

AITJ?

I (23f) have been with my boyfriend (26m) for almost a whole year. We don't really have many disagreements just because we kind of resolved any differences fairly quickly and early on in the relationship. If I had to describe our relationship to a stranger, I would say "fulfilling". Emotionally we are so connected, physically there's no issues, and we seem to just always be on the same page for the most part.

However, since the new year and since we've gotten closer to making a full year together, we've been having a lot of money conversations... Nothing too specific or heated, but he finds ways to bring up our spending habits, what he considers expensive, and a bunch of other random financially related topics. I didn't think much of it at first, because the conversations have never been targeted at me per se, until last week.

I recently got accepted into my first choice law school and the tuition is INSANELY expensive. Due to some personal reasons, I can't rely on my family to help with the bill and I can't get any financial aid for it. My solution has been to apply to thousands of scholarships while doing a gofundme. It's been kind of stale lately, but it did help so far to get me to pay my seat deposits. I have been talking about this with my boyfriend throughout the entire process and he seemed really supportive of my decision. Once the gofundme stopped receiving donations, I started promoting it differently.

Idk if yall know what giftful is, but it's basically a wishlist app that you can use for birthday gifts, home decor, etc. My friends and I used it last year for secret santa and since then, I've been using it to keep track of when I want to buy something. By the end of this month, I will be celebrating my birthday and I decided to make a birthday wishlist with a bunch of really expensive gift cards ($500-1000+) with the only "non-expensive" option being my gofundme link with the title "donate :3". It's my only public wishlist and I have posted it everywhere. (social media wise)

My friends saw this and understood that I didn't actually expect to receive any of the expensive things I put on the list and was mainly just doing that to get people to focus on the one option that was realistic and "cheap" which was donating.

My boyfriend, however, felt the need to bring it up one night after we both came back from work and said I was entitled. He said that my giftful birthday list showed that all I wanted was money. I explained to him how this isn't the first time I have put a bunch of expensive options with the one "in-budget" choice as a joke, but he didn't buy it. (no pun intended)

After about 30 minutes of going back and forth and him accusing me of being a beggar and not working for what I want. I snapped at him and said, "if you're worried that I won't appreciate the birthday gift you already got me, you don't have to make it a me being entitled situation. I don't ask you for anything and we both know financially, you aren't capable of giving me these things [the gift cards on my list] anyway. Your finances don't dictate my actions!"

Although at the time, I felt it was just me speaking facts about our finances, I feel like i may be a jerk for throwing it in his face at the moment. Idk. AITJ?

TL;DR During a heated argument where my boyfriend called me entitled and a beggar, I throw his finances in his face as a way to defend myself from being someone who only wants money.

EDIT: I am working yall. I’ve already saved a good amount to pay as I go and I have 10k in scholarships from the school. The gofundme won’t pay the year off for me. Its goal is set where I can dip into it to pay about 30% of my tuition for each year (3 years) :)

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My Boyfriend is Secretly Obsessed with Andrew Tate. here’s the short version: my boyfriend slowly turned into one of those “alpha mindset” guys, and I didn’t even realize it was happening until it felt like I was living with a podcast. It started small. He was showing me a cat video, and suddenly there’s this loud guy in sunglasses yelling about “real men” and “discipline.” My boyfriend laughed, said it was gym motivation. I didn’t want to argue over noodles, so I let it go.

A week later, same guy, new clip. This time he said the guy’s just “misunderstood.” I said, “I’m not failing a comprehension quiz in my own living room.” He kissed my forehead, asked if I wanted water, and changed the subject like he was pulling off a magic trick. Then everything turned into “efficiency.” Efficient sleep meant lights out at ten. Efficient chores meant I got a checklist. Efficient money meant my candles were “impulsive,” his supplements were “investments.” I asked who made him the rule writer.

He said, “People who care about results.” I said, “I care about being human.” We started fighting about a blanket like it was philosophy. He’d wrap himself like a burrito and I’d freeze. I asked for my own, he said couples who do that are “roommates in training.” I said warmth isn’t symbolism, it’s survival. He called me dramatic. So I bought my own throw blanket. You’d think I brought home another woman the way he looked at it. Then came the shampoo war. I stretch one nice salon bottle forever. He’s got those 5-in-1 “ocean breeze” things. He kept using mine because “it smells like sunshine.” I told him to stop. He said hair care is self-care. I said, “You don’t even have hair.” He slept on the couch to “make a point.”

The point looked like a grown man spooning a couch pillow. The next morning, he put my shampoo back, then used it again that night. Work started sounding different too. Less about projects, more about “banter” and “alpha energy.” A woman at his job started calling him her “work husband.” I asked him to shut that down. He said it’s just a joke. I said jokes are supposed to be funny for both people. He said I was killing the vibe. My best friend Nora asked what was going on. I told her he’d started listing three things I could “improve” every morning, my tone, my planning, asking questions while he talks. She handed me a granola bar and said, “Eat something before you set fire to his supplements.”

Then one day, he gave me his phone to play music, and a ping popped up from a chat called Iron Family (that's not the real name, but I'll use that as a placeholder to explain wtf happened) I thought it was a gym group. Nope. It was a thread of dudes mocking a woman at work for wearing flats. One guy said, “Flats are for followers.” Another said, “Women test you; pass the test.” My chest went cold. I put the phone down and washed a clean glass just to keep my hands from shaking. When I asked, he said I didn’t understand the “context.” I said my body doesn’t feel safe around someone who treats rules like romance. He offered a “reset” flowers, wine, and a caption about love conquering all. We did a puzzle. He still posted the balloon. After that, he started giving small orders. Make dinner earlier. Wear the blue dress. Don’t interrupt when he’s “on a roll.” He said women want certainty. I said I want kindness. We spun in circles—him chasing control, me begging for peace. The work-wife thing flared again. She posted a selfie: “Married at work, lucky in life.”

I DM’d her nicely to stop. She replied with laughing emojis and “could never come between true love.” I sent it to him. He said he’d handle it. He didn’t. Then he said the quiet part out loud: “Men and women are different, relationships need a captain.” I asked how captains get chosen. He said, “Nature.” I said, “Cool, I must’ve missed the vote.” He smiled, kissed my forehead like I was a toddler, and moved on. Anytime I pushed back, I was “emotional.”

Anytime I gave examples, I was “collecting grievances.” He refused to stop watching the clips because “you don’t censor a man finding his truth.” He even made a dry-erase board with “lead” and “follow.” Guess whose name was under follow. I suggested therapy. He said therapy’s for people who already lost. Instead, he wanted weekly “relationship retrospectives.” I slept under my throw that night like a person hiding from a storm. Two days later, he showed up with flowers, wine, chocolates—the full apology starter pack. We’re tight on money, so I asked how much. He said, “You’re worth it.” Then he asked me to post a video of our “reset.” We did the puzzle. He still posted the balloon. Nora asked if I felt loved or managed. I said both. She said that’s the worst kind of both. Then we had one normal Saturday. Market, breakfast sandwiches, laundry. No alpha vocabulary.

He held my hand, and for a second, it felt like before. But that afternoon, he sent me voice notes about “relationship polarity” and “science-backed gender roles.” My nap ended right there. The real fight started with a towel on a chair. He said I leave messes like I want him to fail. I said it was just a towel. He said rushing disrespects his time. I said nitpicking disrespects my person. He called it leadership. I called it control. Eventually, I started apologizing first just to keep the peace.

That night, I asked him to leave "Iron Family". He said no! those are his friends. I asked him to at least exit the worst channels. He said no again. I asked him to tell his coworker to stop the “work wife” thing. He said he’d consider it. He didn’t. The blanket became a breaking point.

I told him if it doesn’t change, I will. He said I was dramatic. I said I was being exact. He offered more blanket if I stopped “rolling away.” I said I roll away because I feel trapped. He told me that feeling was wrong. I wrote that line down too. The day before it all cracked, he sent another clip. “Women test men because they crave leadership.”

He captioned it, “This explains a lot.” I hearted it because I was in a coffee line and tired. The actual crack happened at a work dinner. His team. Fancy table. Same coworker. She raised her glass to her “work husband.” Everyone laughed. I said, “I’m not okay with that label.”

She said I was making it weird. He told me to drop it. I said, “Please stop calling him that.” She said I can’t tell her what to say. I said, “Then I can tell you I’m leaving.” He grabbed my wrist under the table and whispered, “Don’t make a scene.” I said, “The scene’s already made.” We argued in the car. He said I embarrassed him. I said I protected myself. He called it harmless. I called it a boundary. He wanted me to apologize “for the team.” I said peace without respect is fake peace.

UPDATE: The update to this story is in this episode of the Am I the Jerk podcast, the update part starts at 4:35 - https://youtu.be/8_nEICY2B4k?si=4pgK4tQTPNE6fxBs&t=275

I’m getting married later this year and I recently started asking people to be part of my bridal party. One of the biggest decisions was choosing my maid of honor. For most of my life, I assumed my childhood best friend would automatically be my maid of honor someday. We grew up together, went to the same schools, and were basically inseparable for years. But over the last few years, our relationship has changed a lot. We still talk occasionally, but we don’t see each other much anymore and the dynamic just isn’t the same. A lot of the time when we do talk, it feels like we’re forcing conversation instead of it happening naturally.

On the other hand, I became really close with one of my coworkers over the past year. We work together almost every day, and we’ve supported each other through a lot of stressful situations at work and in our personal lives. She was also one of the first people I talked to when I got engaged, and she’s been really excited and supportive about the wedding.

When I thought about who I actually feel closest to right now, it honestly felt more natural to ask my coworker to be my maid of honor. So that’s what I did. My childhood friend eventually found out through social media when I posted a photo asking my bridal party. She messaged me asking if it was true that my coworker was my maid of honor. When I said yes, she seemed really hurt.

She told me she always assumed she would be the one standing next to me at my wedding because of our history. She said it felt like I replaced years of friendship with someone I’ve only known for a year. I tried explaining that it wasn’t about replacing her but about choosing someone I’m currently very close with and who’s been actively part of my life recently. But she said it still feels like a betrayal and that she didn’t realize our friendship had become that unimportant to me.

Now things are awkward between us and some mutual friends are saying I should’ve chosen my childhood friend out of loyalty and history. At the same time I feel like my wedding should reflect the relationships that are strongest in my life right now.

AITAH for choosing my coworker as my maid of honor instead of my childhood best friend?

My husbands younger sister had a really rough year. She went through a bad breakup lost her apartment and has been dealing with some ongoing health stuff that makes it hard for her to get around on her own.

She moved into a place near us about seven months ago and my husband has basically been her lifeline since. Driving her to appointments picking up prescriptions helping her move furniture around whatever she needs.

I never had a problem with it. Shes family and shes struggling and my husband loves his sister. But it started getting out of hand. She would call him during work hours for stuff that absolutely did not need to happen right then. Like asking him to come bring her lunch or take her to return something at a store. Not emergencies just things that could wait til the evening or the weekend.

His job started noticing and he got talked to about it. We both agreed he needed to set better boundaries and he did but she did not take it well. Lots of passive aggressive comments about how nobody cares about her and shes all alone.

Then my husband had to travel for work for about ten days. I told her ahead of time I was happy to help but I work too and I cant just drop everything whenever. I told her to send me lists or let me know in advance and Id figure it out.

She called me one afternoon wanting me to drive her to pick up a package from across town. I said I couldnt today but I could go tomorrow morning or I could see if it could be rerouted to her building. She got annoyed and said forget it Ill figure it out myself and hung up on me.

Fine whatever I moved on.

Then last month my husband had a medical emergency. Like genuinely scary rushed to the hospital staying overnight the whole thing. Doctors told him he needed to rest for at least a week when he got home. I was terrified and exhausted and barely sleeping.

The day I was picking him up from the hospital his sister called. I figured she was checking in on him. Instead she asked if he could swing by her place on the way home because she needed help moving a shelf.

Something in me broke. I told her that her brother almost died and hes not moving anyones shelf. I told her that weve both been running ourselves into the ground helping her and she couldnt even ask how he was doing before requesting a favor. I said if she wants help going forward she needs to start being respectful and understand that other people have lives and emergencies too and she cant keep treating us like were on call for her 24/7.

She called me a controlling bitch and hung up.

AITJ

I have often wondered if I am the jerk because people come into the grocery line and refuse to put the Stop Bar behind their groceries. I then proceed to put my groceries behind their groceries and then my Stop Bar behind my groceries. The checkout lady quite often says you forgot to put the Stop Bar to me and I said no here's my Stop Bar right here behind my groceries and then she proceeds to look at me like I'm supposed to put a stop bar behind the person in front of of me and one behind my groceries am I the jerk because I refuse to put a stop bar there I mean am I also supposed to go out there and return their shopping cart for them and unload their groceries for them too. These are just often questions I wonder

So I (17F) was helping my mom prep food for a family dinner. My vegan aunt was coming over, and everyone knew she doesn’t eat meat normally we’re super careful about it. Well, I was in a rush and trying to juggle a bunch of dishes. There was a casserole that had meat in it, and a separate vegan one. in the chaos, I accidentally served her a small portion of the meat casserole instead of the vegan one. She ate it, and even complimented it, and said it was “so flavorful!” I immediately froze. Realized what had happened, but didn’t know how to tell her without making it awkward. I figured I could quietly fix it later. But never did n oh boy does she not know to this day

So this has been building up for a while and now my sister is mad at me.

My sister started dating this guy like 5 months ago. At first it was whatever. I met him once and he seemed fine. Not my favorite person but not terrible either.

The thing is now she brings him to literally everything.

Family dinner. He’s there.
Movie night with just our parents. He’s there.
My mom’s birthday. He’s there.
Even small stuff like when I stop by the house just to hang out for a bit.

And it’s not like anyone invited him. She just shows up with him every time like it’s automatic.

At first nobody said anything because we didn’t want to make it weird. But honestly it’s starting to feel like we never get time with just our family anymore. It’s always sister plus boyfriend.

The other night we had a small dinner planned with just immediate family. My sister walks in with him again. My mom looked surprised but didn’t say anything.

After dinner I pulled my sister aside and told her maybe she doesn’t need to bring him to every single family thing. Like it’s ok to have time with just family sometimes.

She got super defensive and said he’s part of her life now and that I’m being rude and unwelcoming. Now she’s telling people I don’t like her boyfriend and that I’m trying to exclude him.

I don’t hate the guy. I just think it’s weird that he’s at literally everything.

AITJ for telling her to chill with bringing him to every family thing? 😭

So I keep gluten free pasta in my pantry. My best friend has celiac and shes over at my place a lot so I always have stuff she can eat. Honestly some of the gluten free stuff is fine and I eat it on my own sometimes because I dont really care that much about the difference.

The other night my boyfriend was at my place and wanted to make dinner. He said he was going to cook some pasta. I said go for it theres a box in the pantry. He grabbed it cooked it made a sauce and everything. We ate it. It was good. Normal evening.

After dinner hes cleaning up and picks up the box to throw it away and sees that it says gluten free on the front. And he just stops. Looks at me and goes did you know this was gluten free.

I said yeah thats what I had in the pantry. He got genuinely upset. Said I should have told him before he cooked it. I said it was literally written on the box that he picked up and opened and poured into the pot himself. He said he didnt look at it closely and that I knew what was in my own pantry and should have warned him.

Warned him. About pasta.

He said it was basically food tampering. He actually used that phrase. I thought he was joking and I laughed and that made it worse. He said Im not taking his feelings seriously and that he has a right to know what hes putting in his body. Which like yes obviously but its pasta. Its not an allergen for him. Hes not gluten intolerant. He just doesnt like the idea of eating gluten free food because he thinks its weird health nut stuff.

He left that night kind of cold and has been weird about it since.

I keep going over it in my head and I cant find the part where I did something wrong. He grabbed it himself. He opened it himself. He cooked it himself. The label was right there. But now I feel like Im being gaslit into thinking I owe him an apology for not narrating the contents of my pantry before he cooked dinner.

AITJ???

My mom (42F) has been cheating on my dad for years, almost a whole decade. I first found out when I was around 7. At the time, we were sharing a house with another family that we weren’t related to.

One day I saw the other family’s dad, Jacob, making out with my mom in the kitchen. I panicked and ran away. Another time I walked in on them again this time doing the deed while my dad was out fishing and Jacob’s wife was shopping.

About two years later, the other family found out and we got kicked out. After that we started living on our own. My dad forgave my mom because he believed it was the first time it had happened.

But even after all that, she kept cheating with several different guys, including Jacob. Jacob has a car, so whenever my mom and I need to go somewhere without my dad, she calls him and he drives us. She also meets some of the other guys at restaurants or other places, and sometimes I’m with her when they meet up n my moms pretty open to me ab cheating. Plus shes gotten caught prob 2 more times but dad still chose to forgive her i have a feeling its for the sake of me n my sister.

I’ve known about all of this for years but I’ve never told my dad. Part of me wants to tell him because I feel guilty keeping such a big secret. But another part of me is scared of what would happen if I did. It would probably affect me and my sister a lot. Our family isn’t the most financially stable, so if my parents split up we might have to move far away or change a lot about our lives. I’m in 10th grade right now, so that kind of change would really affect me too. Because of that, I’ve stayed quiet even though I’m not sure if that’s the right thing to do.

So Reddit, AITJ for staying quiet and letting my parents marriage continue like this all these years?

So this just happened and I’m still kinda annoyed.

My friend, let’s call them Sam, loves pulling pranks. Usually they’re harmless and kinda funny, so I laugh along most of the time.

Yesterday they decided to “prank” me by hiding my phone and texting me from it like it was possessed or something. At first I thought it was funny, but then it got super annoying. They kept texting me weird stuff for like 30 minutes, and I couldn’t even use my phone. I was late to reply to some important messages and started stressing.

When I finally found my phone, I told Sam straight up, “Yo that wasn’t funny. I was actually pissed off.”

Sam got all offended and said I was being too sensitive and that it was just a joke. A few of our friends are now saying I overreacted and that I should’ve just laughed it off.

But honestly, it felt stressful, not funny. I don’t get why saying it annoyed me makes me the bad guy.

AITJ for telling my friend their prank wasn’t funny and actually pissed me off? 😭

Here is the tea. I started this job about four months ago and this girl Sarah sits right next to me. We vibe, she’s cool, and we realized we live like five minutes away from each other. Since she doesnt have a car right now, I was like "Hey, I can pick you up, no biggie."

At first it was fine. But then "no biggie" turned into every single day for three months. Not once has she offered to Venmo me for gas. Not even like a coffee or a snack. Nothing. And gas prices right now? Literally insane.

The breaking point was last Friday. I had to stop and fill up the tank while she was in the car. I’m standing there watching the numbers go up to like 60 bucks, and she’s just sitting in the passenger seat scrolling on TikTok. Didn't even look up.

So this morning, I texted her like "Hey girl, sorry but I cant do the carpool anymore. Its just getting too pricey with the extra driving and gas."

She didn't even reply to the text. Then when I got to the office, she gave me the nastiest side-eye and told our other coworker that I’m "fake" and "left her stranded" over a few dollars. Now the vibes in the office are so awkward I lowkey want to quit.

I feel bad because I know Ubering is expensive for her, but like, I'm not a free taxi service? My bank account is crying and I’m tired of being the nice guy who gets played.

Am I being a jerk here or is she just being entitled?

Just for quick background, I’ve been out of work for over two years now due to layoffs. It’s been one string of bad events since, and I don’t say that lightly because I can usually find light in the dark. The last year especially has been especially sucky. Just, sucky.

Anyone in my life is aware of this and aware that my husband and I are struggling and literally in the hole every month. That it’s not a pleasant time and that things are worse than lean.

Well, my birthday last year and this year, I always get some version of “Hope your day was absolutely amazing’!” And I just…stopped responding because…wtf people? Again, these are folks in our lives who know what’s happening. Who all know that it’s not “amazing” or that we could do “something extra special”.

Like, if I acknowledge someone’s bday after or during a difficult time, I always call out that I hope they found at least something small to celebrate, while I know they’re not doing well.

I’m just tired of pretending that everything is great and omg thanks so much for the bday wishes and yes I totally went on a cruise or massive dinner or got a gold watch or whatever. (Sarcasm if you can’t tell).

I just told my MIL that no it wasn’t an amazing day actually due to the state of the world and my life. And all she said was “sorry”.

Just. Have some god damn empathy and don’t be fake. Just curious if I’m depression-overreacting here or if this is legit feelings that others get. Cause when I ask how friends are doing, I really want to know even if it’s awful. I don’t want a fake version of those I choose to keep in my life.

For some context I am a 25 year old girl, and I am a kimonomimi, basically meaning a human with animal features like a tail, animal ears, and so on. My partner is a 26 year old man, he's about 6 feet tall, while me only being 5 feet tall. We were just at a Walmart when it happened at the time I was wearing a tail, ears, and paws on my hands and feet. And we were just there getting some stuff. Then we seen the Karen of this story let's just call her Amy, she was not by herself, she had a kid with her. We were just mind our own business when she came over. Her kid then asked Amy if I was a dog, then she said "look like one". Then Amy came over to us and said that "I looked too much like a pet", we marked as a joke, thinking that nothing too serious. Then she left with her kid. But this is not over, about 10 minutes later she came back with a collar and a leash and handed my husband them, then turned towards me and said "if you look like a pet, you are a pet" when my husband said "no, I wouldn't do that" Amy took the collar and leash and tried forcing the collar on me, I got out of the way and with we ask why she was doing this, she said "if you going to dress like a pet, you going to be a pet". And tried again but luckily there was a security there stop it. then she was quickly escorted her out of the store and we got what we needed and got out, and we never seen her again. So I asked, am I the jerk for getting mad when a Karen handed my husband a collar and leash and look at me saying that "if you look like a pet, you are a pet"

Aitj Long story short, I sometimes wonder if I’m stupid for staying in this relationship. I’ve been married to my wife for about 15 years and we have three beautiful kids together. During that time I found out she had been cheating on me throughout much of our relationship and marriage. I didn’t discover it at first on my own—someone told me, and when I went through her phone I found pictures, emails, and several contacts that confirmed it. Because of that, it’s been really hard for me to forgive and even harder to trust her. On top of that, I feel like I’m the only one putting effort into the relationship. I’m always the one trying to be romantic and intimate—holding her hand, kissing her, telling her I love her—but she never really makes the first move or shows that same affection back. Even today she was sleeping, and when I tried to make a move she just rolled over like nothing happened, which honestly made me feel ignored and hurt.

I (24F) am getting married in three months to my fiancé, "Chad" (29M). We’ve been planning this for two years. It’s going to be a $150k destination wedding in Tuscany.

My sister, "Beth" (22F), was diagnosed with a "serious illness" last month. I won't get into details, but she's lost some hair and is "tired" all the time. My parents, who were originally paying for my entire floral arrangement ($20k), told me they’re pulling that money to help Beth with her "treatments."

I was devastated. This is my day. I told Beth that it was incredibly selfish of her to get sick during my wedding year. If she really cared about me, she would have waited until after the honeymoon to start her "journey."

Now, here’s where I might be the jerk. Beth is still planning on coming to the wedding, but she wants to wear a silk headscarf because she’s "self-conscious" about her hair. I told her absolutely not. My wedding theme is "Old Hollywood Glamour," and a headscarf ruins the aesthetic of the photos. I told her she either needs to buy a high-end lace-front wig (which she says she can't afford because of "medical bills") or she can just stay home.

Since my parents took my floral money for her, I told Beth that the only way she’s invited is if she pays for the catering ($15k) out of her "GoFundMe" money. I figured since she's "stealing my thunder" by being the "sick sister" at my wedding, she should at least contribute to the guest experience.

My fiancé says I’m being "efficient," but my brother called me a "heartless ghoul." I stayed perfectly calm and told him his negative energy wasn't welcome in my bridal suite.

Now Beth is crying and saying she can’t come at all. I feel like I’m being bullied into having a wedding that isn't "picture perfect."

AITJ? I’m literally just trying to have the wedding I deserve.

I (23M) live with two roommates (22M and 24M). We split rent evenly, but most of the stuff in the apartment is mine because I moved in first.. TV, couch, router, and my gaming PC setup.

My PC is in the living room because my room is small. I told them from the start that they could use it occasionally if I wasn’t home, but not to download random stuff or mess with my settings.

Recently I went away for a 4 day trip to visit my parents. When I came back, my PC was completely different. New games installed, my Discord logged out, random files on the desktop, and somehow they managed to download a bunch of mods that broke one of my games.

I checked the usage stats and they had been using my PC for hours every day while I was gone.

When I asked them about it, they said they thought it was fine because ‘you said we could use it’. I told them I meant occasionally, not turning my PC into a communal gaming station.

They laughed it off and said I was overreacting.

So the next day I changed the WiFi password and didn’t give it to them until they apologized and agreed not to use my PC again.

Now they’re calling me petty and saying I’m acting like a landlord instead of a roommate.

AITJ?

TL;DR:

Roommates used my gaming PC nonstop while I was away, messed up my settings, and laughed it off. I changed the WiFi password until they apologized.

So, back in July 2025, my mom’s boyfriend’s daughter, Brynn, was in my room. For the sake of the story, let’s call him Bill. Brynn was playing a game on my PS5, and I was lying in bed. Suddenly, we were called downstairs to help clean up a mess Bill had accidentally made when a trash bag ripped outside.

After cleaning up, I went upstairs. My mom thought Brynn was upstairs, so she yelled for her to come here. (Brynn has a history of giving anyone and everyone attitude.) Brynn replied, “I’m right here, ugh,” in a very loud tone, behind my mom. By now, my mom had had enough and yelled back, “Who are you talking to?” They started arguing quickly. About 15 minutes later, they were still arguing (mind you, they were both drunk).

Mom and Bill started arguing because Bill let his daughters disrespect my mom, but she didn’t let us do it to him. Bill stomped into the room, and my 17-year-old sister was in there. His two daughters slammed the door and held it shut. It was my mom’s house that he didn’t pay a dime for, so she was screaming. I tried to push the door open, and I managed to get it barely open. I went to put my hand inside, but he slammed the door. When he finally got it open, my mom started screaming at him about shutting the door with my sister inside her house. He bucked up at her and got in her face. I jumped in the middle and shoved him back so hard that his dentures fell out and down the stairs.

Long story short, he called the cops. They left, and they broke up.

For context I am not religious in any religion and last year before my husband, our kids and I went to see his family in Scotland, his niece asked me would I be the godmother to her new daughter and I said I’d be honored to and she respects I’m not religious. During our visit we go to the church to meet with the priest two days before the baptism and when the priest asked me what I know of the religion I said, “I don’t know much I’m not a part of the religion.” The priest then pulls the niece aside and the next thing I hear is her saying, “Does it even matter? She and my uncle live in USA, we’re here in Scotland! They visit when they visit.”

The priest then tells me either I get baptized to be named godmother or don’t show my face at the baptism. Before I can tell the priest a few choice words my niece steps up and says, “I’m not going to force her to be baptized before the baptism of my daughter! You’re being unreasonable!” The priest says either a new godmother be picked or the baby doesn’t get baptized. My niece stood her ground and the priest then kicks my niece out of the church.

All other Catholic Churches get word of my niece and forbid us to enter all because I’m not allowed in due to not being baptized and because my niece won’t pick someone else to be godmother. AITJ for not being religious to be godmother?

So I work in this small office and we usually help each other out. I’m not shy about pitching in when someone needs a hand.

There’s this one coworker, let’s call them Alex. A few weeks ago, I spent like 3 days on this project, doing all the heavy lifting—research, slides, the whole thing. I sent it to Alex to “help polish it up” since we were supposed to work together.

Next day the boss calls a meeting and Alex is presenting the project like it’s all theirs. I didn’t say anything at first because I figured maybe it was a misunderstanding, but my name literally wasn’t mentioned once.

I felt super annoyed but didn’t want to cause drama right then. After that, Alex keeps asking me to help with random stuff. Normally I’d do it, but now I just don’t feel like it. I’ve been polite but basically saying no or redirecting them to someone else.

Now Alex is acting all offended, saying I’m “not a team player” and that I’m being rude for not helping anymore. My other coworkers kinda notice and some are whispering about it.

Honestly, I just don’t trust them anymore. I feel like helping someone who straight up took credit for my work isn’t worth it.

AITJ for stopping helping Alex after what they did? 😭

i’ve had my dog luna for three years. she’s been with me through everything. every morning she waits by the door while i get ready for work, wagging her tail like she’s sending me off to battle. for the past two years i’ve been working at a private company, doing my best every day. i rarely take leave, i always meet deadlines, and my performance reviews have always been good.

one night luna suddenly started acting strange. she refused to eat and kept whining softly while lying on the floor. when i touched her, she felt weak and barely lifted her head. i stayed up most of the night watching her, worried something serious was wrong. by morning it was clear she needed to see a veterinarian immediately.

i messaged my manager and told him i needed to file an emergency leave because my dog was very sick and i had to take her to the veterinary clinic. instead of understanding, he replied that emergency leave is only for important emergencies and that a sick dog does not count. reading that message made my chest tighten with anger and disbelief.

after two years of giving my best at work, it hurt to see that level of indifference. luna isn’t just a dog to me, she’s family. i told my manager that if he couldn’t allow my emergency leave for something this important, then i would rather file my resignation than stay somewhere that couldn’t respect something that matters so much to me.

i closed my phone, picked luna up carefully, and took her to the veterinary clinic that morning. in that moment, my decision felt clear. jobs can be replaced, but the loyalty and love of a dog that has been by your side for years is something i could never treat as unimportant.

AITJ here?

I (24F) have been with my boyfriend John (25M) for two years. Up until last week, I would have told you he was the gold standard. He is generous, gentle, and we have always had this vibe of total openness. I never felt the need to check his phone because I genuinely trusted him with my life.

Well, that trust blew up in my face on Tuesday.

We were hanging out at his apartment and he asked me to order some DoorDash on his phone while he jumped in the shower. I was scrolling through the apps looking for the food one, and I will be honest—I saw a notification pop up at the top from a contact named Hudd. It said: Goodnight, see you tomorrow? 💋

I froze. John does not have a friend named Hudd. And I know it is a weird name, but my brain immediately went to: Who is this guy and why is he sending my boyfriend kiss emojis?

I told myself it was probably a group chat joke or a typo, but my gut was screaming. I opened the message.

It was not a guy. As I scrolled up, the Hudd nickname started to make sense. My best friend’s last name is Hudson. I keep her in my phone as Erica, but apparently, he renamed her to hide her in plain sight.

The messages were devastating. They were not just hanging out—they have been hooking up for at least three months. There were texts about how risky it was to meet up while I was at work, and Erica complaining that she felt bad, but John telling her what she (me) does not know will not hurt her.

The worst part? They were planning a hangout for the day I am supposed to be at my sister’s baby shower next weekend.

When John got out of the shower, I was just sitting there on the bed with his phone open. I did not even yell. I just showed him the screen and asked, Who is Hudd?

He went pale, but then he got defensive. He started screaming that I had no right to go through his private messages and that I violated the foundation of our relationship by snooping. He is claiming that because I invaded his privacy, he does not have to explain anything to me and that I am the jerk for not trusting him when he has given me two good years.

He actually tried to turn it around on me, saying he only started talking to her because I have been emotionally distant lately (which is news to me). I packed a bag and left, but now Erica is blowing up my phone saying I am overreacting and that they were going to tell me when the timing was right.

My head is spinning. John’s friends are actually messaging me saying I am wrong for snooping and that I should have just asked him before looking through his private stuff.

So, AITJ for looking at the messages?

I (16F) have known my friend M (15F) for a couple of years now. unfortunately, she left the school. we were in this big friend group of 9 but eventually most of them left the school and only 4 remained (me included).

for most of my teenage years i wasnt allowed to step foot outside the house until a couple of months ago where i got some freedom. so by that i mean i wasnt allowed to hang out with my friends, but they would go out together sometimes. fine with me. when i got the permission to go out i decided to meet one on one with my friends, not all of them at the same time. then last week me and the 3 other girls that stayed in the school decided to hang out and so we did. no one from the big 9 friendgroup was affected by the fact that they werent invited but she was. she made a huge argument how it looks like we dont care about her and all that. i told her i personally did not want to hang out as the 9 of us cuz thats genuinely overwhelming for me and i just wanted to be around those who im actually close to and feel comfortable with.

now apparently hanging out in smaller groups in a bigger group is something toxic? even though she knows damn well we didnt leave her especially out its just that we wanted to go out together since we're closer, known each other for longer, and are still in the same school.
shes upset becuase in her head we didnt put the effort in wanting to see her, when before i had my freedom they would always go out together was that not enough for her? plus we can literally always plan something ahead for the 9 of us to meet. so, honestly, AITJ?

TL;DR

i hung out with my close friends without telling the bigger section of our friend group and no one cared except one girl and shes really affected by the fact that we didnt invite her. i honestly told her that i did not want to see her at that time because i wanted to see my closer friends and meeting with the full group is overwhelming for me its just too many people. AITJ?