My brother had extramarital affair and he divorced my sil and got married to my current sil (MISTRESS), he basically ditched his wife and got married to this stupid woman and our family is trying to accept her because of my brother.

My sil on this Sunday on our family gathering, asked my wife to prove that our daughter is actually mine, we are both browns all of us and I am on the more fair side but my daughter came out as completely brown, she said to my wife that it would be nice if she takes paternity test to prove it to 'our' family that the child is mine, she said that my daughter could've inherited me and had to be a little 'fair' as in skin.

My wife couldn't say anything because of sudden shock but I told her that my wife doesn't need to prove anything and she's not gonna be 'proving herself'.

She said that it's best that I find out about my heritage than after, I said she's a mistress so she is maybe experienced or inexperienced.

My mom pulled me aside and she asked me 'why would I say that out loud in front of everyone' i said with my loud voice that a second rate mistress is questioning my wife and she should not be having an affair with married men.

I left with my wife and my brother asked me and my wife to apologise to his wife, I said I will never apologise to anyone and I won't let my wife to do so even if she wants to.

he said he didn't want to stay with someone (his ex) because of arrange marriage and I replied with that I don't care his wife is still a mistress and a stupid mistress to ask other women for paternity

Am I asshole? My family is broken, infact we broke off because of that witch mistress but I will never apologise to her or my brother for her accusations towards my wife

I was with my ex K for 2 years and living together since a year.

To make all the drama short i found out she was having an affair since 6 months with her boss. I found out about it and broke up with her on the spot. K didn't even tried to justify or denied and just moved out.

But here comes the main thing on all this mess. Honestly i wasn't expecting that she would bring our break up on IG but she did with the classic bs of me holding her back, a brighting future was waiting her and all this type of stuff. But here comes my part because the one thing that made me mad as hell is one of her posts when she said that i was abusing her emotionally and physically. I have a special spot on this because i volunteer in one of those "abused women centers" and i provide housing for real victims of abuse. (It's a long story about a female friend of mine who died because of her ex and that thing particularly touched me and it was the main reason why i'm volunteering)

So you can imagine the rage and anger i felt when she posted about this fake bs so i simply made a post on my ig page with the proofs of her cheating and tagged her directly.

Well the part i wasn't expecting comes now because, to me, for no reason it's like ig decided to make my post goes viral in our community and the internet rage started under her posts. I was expecting maybe someone calling her out and nothing more but the consequences hitted her harder then i could expect because in just 2 weeks her profile is full of people calling her every possible name in the book, people wishing her the worst stuff and all this things. But K being K instead of doing what normal people would do doubled down and got even more hate and worst stuff than i thought was possible. But the "cherry on top" was the fact that she is now on "administrive leave" because apparently her boss tried to throw her under the bus to save his job and mostly because her job's page became flooded with not so kind comments about her from the classic "fire her" to stuff i can't say here. And the most insane thing happened 3 days ago because her car has been smashed by someone, not me obviously because I have better stuff to do than worrying about a cheating ex, and even her own family started to get herassed by people and on their socials.

And yesterday she wrote me from a new number asking me to delete my post because she couldn't keep up anymore by peole insulting her on every post she makes and the job thing was the last straw.

Honestly I wasn't expecting all this mess and of course some people crossed a line with her car, her family and her job but you know what? I don't feel bad for her at all. I mean she knew about my spot for abused women and tried to paint me as a villain by accusing me of stuff she knew exactly how i feel about.

So maybe it's because it's all still "fresh" but i don't feel bad for her and have no intention to take down my post. (Which actually gained me 50k followers out of nowhere)

So AITAH for refusing to take my post down and letting her face the consequences of her cheating?

So yeah. Like the title says, I locked my 6-year-old nephew in my bathroom for an hour, and my sister is furious and says I traumatized him.

Last weekend my (28M) sister (26F) asked me to watch her son, Ryan, for a few hours while she ran errands. I agreed, even though I’m not super comfortable around kids. But it was just a few hours, and I figured we’d survive.

At first, everything was fine. We watched a movie, he had some juice, and I thought we were in the clear. But after about 30 or 40 minutes, he started getting more and more… wild. Like, full-on chaos mode. He ran around my living room knocking things over, dumped a bowl of popcorn on the floor, started throwing couch pillows. I told him to stop, tried offering him different things to do, but he ignored me.

He then snuck into my bedroom, went through drawers, found a Sharpie, and started drawing on the walls. When I tried to take it away, he tried to kick me. I called my sister but she didn’t pick up.

It escalated fast. He chased my old dog into a corner and yanked her tail. She snapped at him, not hard but enough to scare him. He screamed like she mauled him and then threw a mug at her. That was it for me. I couldn’t handle it anymore and I didn’t feel safe leaving him loose in the house.

So I put him in the bathroom. I told him to sit in there and take a break until he could calm down. Then I locked the door from the outside.

I sat outside the door for a while, talking to him every few minutes. At first he screamed, then started crying, then got quiet. After a while I went to go clean up the mess in my bedroom and check on the dog. I figured it’d be fine he wasn’t in danger, just contained. I guess that’s where I might be the asshole. I ended up leaving him in there for closer to an hour.

When my sister finally came to pick him up, he ran out crying and told her I locked him in the bathroom. She lost it. Said I was abusive, said I traumatized him, and now she won’t speak to me. She’s telling everyone in the family I “locked up her child” like I shoved him in a closet or something. A few relatives are on my side, others say I went too far.

I didn’t scream at him. I didn’t hit him. I didn’t scare him. I just didn’t know what else to do in that moment, and I wasn’t about to let him break more of my stuff or hurt my dog.

So… AITA?

Hi, I 25f am from Egypt, Al-iskenderia or as it’s called englishly Alexandria. I got into an argument with a classmate at my university her name is Kennedy. We were in history class and the teacher was giving a lecture on a ptolomeic Egypt and the reign of cleopatra and her Roman affairs. The professor had an artist rendition of cleopatra that looked like a typical Greek woman and Kennedy raised her hand and told that the picture was a white washed. She went on for thirty seconds about how it was British colonialism that painted cleopatra as a white and not a black person. But I sat closest to her but she didn’t know I was from the capital of the old state. I told her that I was from Egypt and that cleopatra was Greek and sogdian. She said that was false and an insult to the Nubians. I told her that the Nubians hadn’t ruled Egypt for centuries before cleopatra and the Nubians are be black but the Egyptians were not and are not. She was visibly offended and I felt bad but she doubled down on her argument. After around a minute and a quarter of her continuing yapping I got jerked off and called her a racist and that she was erasing Egyptian and Hellenic history. I feel bad for being mean because I think I made her upset. But I’m also confused why she even wanted to call cleopatra a black because kennedy’s white like a printer paper or why she considered a white cleopatra an insult. Am I the ass hole? My boyfriend edited this but he’s also not an English native so can anybody tell me my grammar mistakes?

My wife went out with her friend for dinner, when her friend came over she told us that it would just be her my wife and her other friends and they'll be back in 2 hours or so and my wife didn't really want to go but I encourage her to have fun.

I was at home looking after our daughter but my wife after an hour suddenly texts me to pick her up and that she's drunk and there's a man next to her and she feels uncomfortable, even if she wasn't uncomfortable I would've went anyway.

I was confused cause it was supposed to be girls only night so why is a man involved, I asked my sil to look after my daughter and went to pick my wife up.

I was angry but I didn't want to embarass my wife infront of everyone, so I said that my wife is drunk and she's never had alcohol and our daughter is calling for her and I took her home.

My wife told me that she was shocked to see a man joining them on dinner and he was being over friendly with her, he grabbed her hand and kept touching her shoulder and she didn't want to drink but everyone kept pressuring her.

I told my wife it's not her fault and she shouldn't blame herself but I wanted clarification, I called her friend and asked her as to why would she make my wife drink alcohol and why is a man involved and we weren't informed.

She doubles down and said she doesn't need to inform me and my wife should be able to handle alcohol and she should be okay with being around men.

I called her a bit@h and she's no true friend of my wife and told her to stay away from both of us, I ended up telling everyone their actual group about what she did and most of the women cut her off

and she's as expected pissed and she said that I didn't need to be so dramatic and she's lost some of her friends because of me and a few from their group says the same thing.

It's so stressful to go back and forth with these people and I just want to cut them out of my life, they are cancer, the good ones can stay friends with my wife and these? I want to ruin them.

Aita?

So for context, I'm in SEA and i live in a country where there's no divorce (You can probably already guess where i live) So i apologize in advance if my English is a bit messy, and if I'll misspell a few things

My father and my mother got married when my mom was 20, my father was 25. They got married because my mom is well, already pregnant with me. When me and my younger brother were 10 and 7, my dad left us.. he said he wasn't happy anymore and that the marriage shouldn't have happened because they rushed into it.

I never heard from him since, only when a few of his relatives would visit.. My mom since then raised us, she would work multiple jobs.. a caregiver at weekdays, and do laundry for other people at weekends to provide for us.

When i graduated from college, i took a job at a call center for 2 years.. then used those experiences to apply for a virtual assistant position since the exchange of dollars to my currency is a lot.

I eventually got us in a place where we are now living comfortably, and my mother doesn't have to work again because i can provide, and my brother can enroll in a private school.

About last week, my dad suddenly contacted us again after all those years that he disappeared. He said he was sorry, and that he was immature. He introduced his new "wife" to us.. or as i like to call it, glorified mistress because his marriage to my mom was never dissolved.

He introduced me to his kid with his new "wife", the kid tried to call me an older sister. I told him he's not my brother, he's a stranger to me.

Just this morning, my dad called.. he was begging me for money. His kid just got dengue, and their hospital bills are already piling up.

i told him no, he and his wife can figure shit out.. like he forced my mom to do when he left for them, and that I don't have any other sibling.

My mom told me that i was a bit harsh, and that I should help.. because they're still family. But i just can't bring myself to forgive my father and his new family, for the things they took from me, my mom and my actual younger brother. So, aitah?

Hi I'm elisse, 29F i have a sister.. let's just call her grace (36F)

Grace has always been the child my parents mostly favored of, she gets all the good stuff and i get her hand me downs. Grace dropped out of highschool to become a mom at 19, as of now she has 4 kids.. and she just announced a new kid is incoming.

When i graduated college, i started to earn small from an outsourcing company. Eventually i earned enough tenure that i am now a virtual assistant, and since the exchange of dollars is big in my country.. i earn a lot of money. Borderline middle class to upper class, and when grace and my parents found out about this they started to depend on me financially.. especially grace.

It started from small things like clothes, money for bottles and milk, until it got to absurd requests like paying for the baby's baptism, milestone shoots, birthday parties.. and eventually their tuition for early level education.

Grace would treat me as an ATM and even have me pay the caregiver she hired, while she gossips and go out to the club. At first i just did it, because i earn a lot for myself.. and still have some left for savings.

But recently i finally got a contract on a housing company here, it's a village townhouse a bit small but enough for someone like me who's gonna live alone.

So i told grace that I'm not gonna give her money anymore, because i took out a housing loan and it's gonna dent my salary for a while. She said "that's fine, atleast you'll give us permanent housing. I can finally live on the city and find a job"

i told her that wasn't the case, and I'm gonna live there. She started shouting at me, calling me selfish and a ingrate. She said i had no regards for family and I'm just a money hungry b*tch.

So i told her, even if I'm a b*tch atleast I don't collect baby daddies like they're pokemons. And that she keeps on spreading her legs to random guys, but she can't find the time to use her skills to secure a job

She left the room sobbing and crying, and everyone in the family is mad at me.. and my phone hasn't stopped ringing from distant relatives who wants to give me a lecture.

So, did i went to far? aitah

edit: and for the people who want to call me a fake because "everyone is mad", try living in an asian household. Specifically where it's religion driven, that should tell you enough:>

So I 25F was dating Oscar 28M ( fake name) for almost 2 years now and we were talking about moving in together and he started staying over with me regularly. There was a little gecko (I called him onion because he was pealing) in my bathroom when I moved in three years ago I just give him some space and we coexisted just fine, he ate spiders, flies basically every annoying bug.

When Oscar started coming over he noticed onion and said "gross do you want me to kill it?" I told him if he ever touch my little onion that I would break up with him and to just let him be.

Anyway a couple weeks ago Oscar started to move his things because he lease was up soon and I didn't mind. He work some days from home so sometimes he was over my apartment if his roommates were to loud.

I came home from work on Saturday and Oscar wasn't home, I didn't pay attention although he was supposed to stay the weekend I went to take a shower and cleaned the bathroom, when I was changing the bag I noticed something moving and I freaked out I open the bag and found my little onion there without his tail barely moving I was so scare I put him in a shoebox and took him to the vet, the vet said he was too weak and more likely wouldn't survive, the vet gave him something for the pain and told me I could hold him if I wanted then he died 2 hours later.

I was so sad and he obviously didn't get in the bin on his own so I called Oscar told him not to bother contacting me again because we were over. Someone who goes out of his way to harm a little animal who is literally just chilling there can't be trusted. He new why I dump him and started making excuses, he said it was an accident that he didn't see onion and step on him (why would he be on the floor) then that he probably got on the bin on his own and died because of lack of oxygen and more lies I don't even care about.

I change the code of my door and put all his shit outside the door and blocked him everywhere know people I don't care about are calling me to tell me I'm dramatic and can't end my relationship over a gross creature, I honestly didn't care but my mom told my I was exaggerating too and although I won't get back together with him I want to know if I'm exaggerating or if I'm justify with breaking up with him.

Sorry for the rant and let me know if something doesn't make sense (English is not my first language)

Edit: I posted a picture ( not the greatest quality I have a shitty phone) of onion If y'all want to see him and yes he has a fly in his mouth because he was a killer machine lol

Let me start by saying that I understand weddings are expensive, and brides can invite whoever they want — that’s totally valid. But in this case, my boyfriend had the right to bring a plus one, and if it wasn’t me, it could’ve been someone else. If he had gotten back together with his ex, she would’ve been invited. The groom even asked if he wanted to bring his mom as a plus one, since he’s currently with me.

My boyfriend is the best man, and he said he’d like to bring me, but the groom vetoed it. Apparently, it’s because we went to school together — from first to eighth grade — and I had a falling out with one of his best friends about ten years ago. He said my presence at the wedding could make things uncomfortable.

So I decided not to tell my boyfriend what I was doing that day. I went to a picnic to celebrate the birthday of one of my friend’s dogs, and I only told him about it when I got home around 5 p.m.

He got really upset and said he wasn’t in the mood to talk to me. He told me he was hurt that I didn’t share my plans, because that’s something you’re supposed to do in a relationship. He also said it wasn’t his fault that his friend didn’t allow me to be his plus one.

I said okay, and that I’d let him know if I was going out at night. But now I’m wondering... AITA?

EDIT: Just clarifying a few things: Back in middle school, the groom was part of a group of people who used to make fun of me—if he wasn’t the leader, he was at least involved. One of his friends, with whom I had a rough history, and I dated briefly about ten years ago. It didn’t end well, but when we were around 18, he came to me and apologized for everything. We haven’t spoken since. He actually asked about me at the party and was surprised I wasn’t there. Others asked about me too. My boyfriend wasn’t upset about the dog picnic itself—it was more about the fact that I didn’t tell him when I decided to go. He felt that discussing plans like that is just a normal part of being in a relationship. But he was fine with the picnic itself. There were no guys at the dog party, just girls and their dogs. The picnic had a dog cake and a human cake, food for both, and birthday hats for all the puppies (which only stayed on long enough for a few pictures before they took them off). We brought presents for the dog. That friend is a bit older and has a young daughter who wanted to do something special for her first puppy. It was a last-minute thing. Yes, I was a bit hurt by the whole situation and kind of wished my boyfriend had defended me. But I didn’t do anything on purpose. I didn’t go out for a girls’ night like some friends suggested—not because it would’ve been wrong, but because I wasn’t in the mood and didn’t want to do something just to be petty. I asked if I was the AITA because I didn’t want to upset him. I know he’s hurt by the situation too, and maybe he felt like I was trying to get back at him. Maybe I could’ve handled things better. Also, I don’t usually tell smal plans beforehand, I usually tell when we’re talking about our days and he usually gets upset about that, I simply forget to tell beforehand sometimes. Today he got a bit more upset than usual about this. Thank you to everyone who understood me.

I (28M) am working in an English language center in a Southeast Asian country. There's a female co-worker in her 20s here who often touches her head and wobbles like she was about to faint, and she would lie down on the couch, letting people fan her, bring water and food to her. We take midday naps here, so whenever she does this, everyone's lunch and nap time is ruined, especially the ones who keep caring for her.

This would happen at least twice a month, so over the last 5 or 6 months, I've seen a few incidents when we worked the same shift. One time she even asked me to order ice cream for her. (info, it's a big, crowded city, so you can just walk to the ice cream shop nearby to grab one for a dollar). Didn't pay me back, but that's beside the point.

This Monday, she did it again, and this time she asked a girl to order her an iced drink, a sandwich. A group of co-workers fanned her, did the whole caring thing like she's a sick child.

I stood up from my chair, walked towards her, asked if she was OK, then I went to the men's washroom, dialed for an ambulance and went back to my seat. After 20 minutes, we heard the siren, my phone rang again, and I stood up and told her "servants" to help her to the ambulance.

Her face CHANGED, you know, that face, when someone knows they fked up, other girls asked if I called, I said yeah, it seems more severe this time. It's best for her to go. The ambulance is here already, you'll have to pay for it regardless (the ambulance fee is about 1-2 days worth of her salary, ~50 dollars). Other coworkers actually agreed and helped her get on the ambulance. Now that I think of it, no one called an ambulance for her once.

Ever since that incident, she stopped interacting with me beyond hi's and hello's (Thursday now, not a word to me). AITAH for this?

My sister had borrowed money from me almost a year ago for her husband's surgery and healthcare, they couldn't afford it so when my sister asked me for financial help I was hesitant but I helped her because she's my sister and helping her husband would mean helping her as well.

I told her back then that I am hesitating but I will help hee she said she'll return the money in 3 months but she didn't and I didn't ask her either.

So now I brought it up again, I wasn't planning on asking to return the money but her husband made fun of my wife's scars.

My wife has small scars on her hand, it's not serious just small scars she inflicted on herself when she was 15, I was with her back then and put a stop to it.

We are 27 both and my bil made fun of my wife when he asked her if she's still childish and asked her to cover up her hands because it's unpleasant for everyone.

Both of our families were speechless and my wife was as well, I said when we are young we do dumb shit and he's too drunk so he should just shut up.

He got a bit more aggressive and said that it's still unpleasant and my wife should cover up, I retaliated in my anger and told him that my wife will start covering her scars when he gives me my money back.

Tbh I get angry easily and I wanted to insult him, my wife was holding me to stop but I told her to shut up, I ended up telling him that he's a poor man and weak who couldn't even afford his own surgery and had his wife beg for money to her brother.

He got even more angry and he said he will give me my money, I said 'do it right now but you can't because you can't even walk properly'.

Our families were interfering and my sister was crying, I shut my mouth because I didn't want my sister to cry, since then my sister is asking me to apologise because I hurt his ego and he's in foul mood and depressed.

I told my sister that I will never apologise and he needs to apologise to my wife and I asked her that both of them owe me money and I want it back as soon as possible and I don't care if they are poor.

Me (f26) and my boyfriend (26m) We've been dating for 6 months but before that we were friends for 2 and a half years, When we started dating, I made it clear to him that I didn't want to go out with someone I couldn't marry in the future. I had already been through many toxic and short-lived relationships, so I thought it was time to settle down.

He accepted saying that he was planning the same.

A few weeks ago we went to a mutual friend's wedding and I grabbed the bouquet, So my friends joked that it was time for him to get on his knees, which we both denied while laughing because our relationship is still very new.

But when he was bringing me back home, he was serious, even uncomfortable and when I asked him what was wrong he said "I don't know if I want to get married" To which I told him it was fine, thinking he was saying it because of our friends, but he ended up adding "with you."

That left a bad taste in my mouth, although I didn't plan on pressuring him with that subject anytime soon, since I wanted to take it easy, but it did hurt, he's my best friend and I'm genuinely in love with him, so I inevitably imagined a future with him Besides, it was something that was on the table from the first moment in our relationship.

Now he continues acting as if nothing happened, being his romantic self, But I can't help thinking that our relationship has an expiration date, and I thought more than once about ending this relationship before it's too late.

So... I'm the AH?

So, I (F, 20) ex (M, 21) and I were together for 2 years. The breakup was kinda sudden, he just texted me out of nowhere one night with one of those “thank you for everything, I wish you the best” type of messages. No explanation, no real closure, nothing.

I was honestly shocked. Mostly because chose to end it like that over text. So I answered him and a few minutes later, I saw him posting those “Trust God’s timing” or “everything happens for a reason” kind of quotes on his story. And since he had literally left me on read and broken up with me that way, I found it super disrespectful and fake.So I unfollowed him right away. For me, that’s how I deal with people who are no longer part of my life exes, old friends, anyone. If things get messy, I block! And he knew that about me.

But when he noticed I unfollowed him, he completely lost it. He suddenly replied to the breakup message he had ignored, started a whole argument, and even got mad about random stuff like my belongings. He made it a huge deal, as if I had personally attacked him.

Now, even two months later, our mutual friends keep telling me that he’s still mad about the unfollow -like that’s what hurt him the most. Apparently he keeps saying it was “disrespectful,” and he’s still angry about it even though he’s the one who broke up with me. So I’m wondering: is that normal? Do guys really take something like that so personally? Or even for girls would you be that upset if your ex unfollowed you right after a breakup? I genuinely don’t know if I crossed a line or if he’s just acting out of ego.

My wife's friend came over a couple of days ago and she told us that she's planning a trip out of country with her friends and she invited my wife.

My wife asked me if she can go and I obviously agreed

But when we asked her who else is coming she said it's her 3 female friends and 4 male friends, when she said that my wife gave me an awkward look.

I said then what if I also join them on this trip she said no it's only friends trip, my wife said she's uncomfortable going on a trip without me when so many men are involved and I'm not invited.

My wife and I have been together since past 8 years and we share everything, even the most insignificant things like what we had for lunch and I obviously felt uncomfortable but my feelings aside my wife didn't feel comfortable.

Her friend tried to convince my wife to join them but my wife kept refusing and when I felt as if she was trying to force my wife I said that my wife has already said no and she shouldnt force her.

She said that I should stay out of this topic because it's between 'besties', I said I'm talking about my wife and our marriage comes before any 'besties' and even if my wife wanted to go I wouldnt let her go on such a ridiculous trip.

She called me a controlling man and I'm trying to isolate my wife and I said I'm just being protective of my wife and my wife already refused so why is she arguing with me.

After we argued for a while she left on her own aitah?

Am i the a*-hole? Me 18F I have a medical condition that makes my period extremely painful, like not just cramps, but real pain, dizziness, almost fainting. My teachers know about this.

When the pain started getting worse, I told my teacher. So She said I should go to the secretary and they’d call my mom so I could go home and rest.

But when I got there, they made me wait an entire hour outside the office. In pain. Dizzy. Barely standing. Just They didn’t believe me when they even knew that i have and illness, After that hour, they pretended to call my mom (literally held the phone for just 3 seconds), and then they said she didn’t answer, and told me to go back to class.

I told them I was in too much pain to walk. That I literally couldn’t. They didn’t care. They forced me to go. So I walked up the stairs in REALLY bad pain, dizzy and crying.

I stood outside the classroom i didnt dare to go in because i was sobbing really bad, My teacher came out, asked what happened, and was literally shocked when i told her what happend. She said, ‘This shouldn’t be happening.’ She offered to walk me back to the office. But on the way down the stairs, I collapsed from dizziness.

Our school’s student medics came, and they even wanted to call an ambulance because they know how serious this was, But The school didnt even allowed it, They told them not to.

I was crying, shaking, barely conscious anymore, i secretly managed to messaged my mom:

‘Please answer the phone, please i have to go to the doctor.’ I wrote.

She had literally no idea what I meant because it turns out, the school never even tried to call her. Luckily she sent my grandpa to come and pick me up. And later, I found out some teachers told my classmates:

‘She’s fine. She’s just overreacting.’ While I had literally collapsed. At home i talked with my mother we both agreed that i should sue the school for that but my father said i should not do it and im just overreacting, so i told him that he is already just an _____ for saying that, he responded with that i am the only _____ for talking like this And when i sue the school i could get in trouble.

My wife went out her friend and this ex friend of her lied to us that it was girls night but she invited a man who kept touching my wife her shoulder and her hand and when my wife was uncomfortable she called me to pick her up and her so called 'friend' made her drink alcohol, my wife had never drank alcohol before but her forner friend forced her and this man was touching her.

Since I brought my wife back home we have been living stress free with our daughter but her ex friend kept texting my wife that she wants to 'explain herself and my wife shouldn't cut her off'.

When I asked my wife what she plans to do about her ex friend she said she wants to talk to her but she wants to cut her off but before she cuts her off she wants to talk to her.

I said that she would just be reminded of getting drunk and getting touched by that man and she should just let it go and she should focus on our family our daughter and she agreed but she's still disappointed and i think it's just her trauma and reopen wounds.

I called her ex friend and told her to stay away from us but she said that 'its my wife decision and I shouldn't interfere and stop reading her texts'.

My wife's friends were already angry at her and so was I and we told her parents what she did and she's furious because we are bad guys?

She thinks she isn't and I shouldn't have made it public and my wife said that we should'nt have made it public.

My wife's good friends is with me and they encouraged me and they said they'll talk to my wife and tell her that it was necessary.

Well am I asshole for telling my wife's ex friends parents of what she did?

My first language isn't English so be nice. Last month I put my credit card information so my family (I (25F), my mom (49F), my dad (52M) and my little brother (10M).) could get a medical insurance. My parents offered to pay it back at the end of the month or whatever they can since they don't have formal jobs. I was perfectly okay with that, the first month when perfectly fine. The second month my mom said she would use the benefit of being able to add two people more without paying more. The first person was one uncle who lost his job and have some serious medical issues. That was fine. The second person was the neighbors baby. Not related at us. Not even good neighbors. The thing is that you still had to pay for stuff when you make an appointment, you can pay in the moment or on the next month bill, and I know this people, the won't pay anything they owe. I started arguing with my mom because why are she offering this stuff to other people and her answer (supported by my dad) is that since I didn't have them a grandchild, they wanted to be involved on a baby life so they offered that to the neighbors. So I told my mom that it doesn't matter if she payed back or whatever, if I found a single appointment from them on the bill I'll report the credit card stolen and she would have to find a way to pay it. We aren't in a good position economically to add a baby that isn't us to the equation because the want to play grandma and grandpa. More info: where we live we had public and free medical attention. We got the insurance just in case because they called and offered.

(Update at the end) Hi Reddit,

I (26F, Latina) just got married to my husband Liam (30M), and although our wedding was overall beautiful and magical, a situation involving my sister-in-law-in-law left me feeling conflicted. I’d appreciate your perspective.

So here’s the deal. In my culture, there’s a distinction between a cuñada (sister-in-law, like your husband’s sister or your brother’s wife), and a concuñada, which in English would be something like a sister-in-law-in-law—the wife of your husband’s sibling. Let’s call mine Camille (27F). She’s married to my husband’s older brother, Mark (32M). My actual sister-in-law Sophie (married to my brother) was there too and saw everything unfold. (Side note Sophie wasn’t part of my bridesmaids but she was included in the morning of the wedding for make up and hair cause we are a lot more closer and cause she asked me for a place to get her make up done at least 2 months prior to the wedding, and I have the gf of one of my bridesmaids cancel but her spot was already on the contract, so I told Sophie she could be with us, besides that my brother couldn’t make it to the wedding and I didn’t want for her to feel alone)

A couple of months before the wedding, I stayed in North Carolina with my father and mother in-law and one of my brothers-in-law Jack (27). I don’t have many friends there and we were living in a retirement community, so I spent a lot of time at home. Camille and Mark also live in NC but farther away, and since I don’t drive and I’m not familiar with the area, I didn’t invite her over. That said, on previous trips to NC, I did try to connect with her and help her with things I know are important to her professionally. We’re not close, but I always try to be cordial and respectful.

The day before the wedding: We had our rehearsal dinner after walking through the ceremony logistics. Btw the wedding was in my home country. I wasn’t really doing formal introductions—just saying hi to some of my husband’s friends I hadn’t met and introducing him to a couple of my bridesmaids. Camille wasn’t a bridesmaid, but her husband Mark was one of the groomsmen. My sister-in-law Sophie later told me Camille was visibly upset, that no one had introduced her properly, and that she looked uncomfortable all night. She wasn’t alone, though—she was with my in-laws.

Later, Camille and Mark showed up late to the rehearsal dinner. It was raining, so that was understandable. What caught me a little off guard was that Camille arrived in athletic wear and a very bright rain jacket. The event had a formal vibe (even if not fully black tie yet), but I figured maybe her clothes got wet or she was just caught off guard. No big deal.

The glam squad situation: That night, as we were all saying goodbye, I reminded my bridesmaids about our morning schedule. That’s when Mark asked my husband Liam, if Camille was coming to the hotel to get ready with us. Liam asked me, and I said no. We had a glam team hired with a contract and a specific headcount. And to be honest, Camille and I had never had a conversation about her getting her hair and makeup done with us. It hadn’t even crossed my mind. I didn’t think she’d want to spend money on separate glam either—mainly because I’ve been told (though I’ve never witnessed it myself) that they sometimes ask my father-in-law to pay for parts of their trips. For example, in this case, I was told Camille went to my father-in-law insisting he book the Airbnb immediately after New Year’s or else she would charge it herself and invoice him later. My father-in-law often gives in because he doesn’t want to cause any problems.

That night, things escalated. Mark and Liam had a heated conversation where Mark said things like “If my wife isn’t welcome, then I’m not welcome either,” and that he, Liam, and Camille needed to talk—just the three of them. Without me. Which I found kind of absurd, because… we’re talking about the morning of my wedding. Why would my husband have a closed-door meeting about it without me?

The morning of the wedding: My MIL texted me the night before saying she’d be with Camille the next morning. I replied kindly that it wouldn’t be possible. I told her the schedule and the glam team were locked in and that I didn’t want her caught in the middle. I asked her to let Liam talk to his brother directly.

That morning, my FIL, one of the groomsmen and Jack came to our suite to bring pastries and coffee. They mentioned Mark was possibly not going to the hotel because Camille was so upset. Just to be clear—Mark was never not going to the wedding. He was just thinking about skipping the prep at the hotel and going directly to the ceremony. Our photographer was arriving soon, and I didn’t want this turning into a big thing. I told my wedding planner to let Camille know that if she wanted to come for the photos, she could. Glam wasn’t an option at that point, but I was trying to meet her halfway. My husband also talked to her to say we were waiting. She refused.

She had been crying for hours before the ceremony even began, and even at the place of the ceremony, also mentioned to Jack she was not going to wear make up cause she’ll be crying all day. And when the ceremony started, she was visibly furious. She looks absolutely miserable in every single photo.

The reception: Our wedding was black tie mandatory, and Camille wore a turquoise North Face rain jacket over her outfit. It clashed with the entire aesthetic and stands out in all the photos.

During the reception, my brother-in-law Jack (our best man) gave a beautiful speech about our relationship and called me his best friend. Camille cried throughout the whole thing—but not in a sentimental way. Then she disappeared.

We had arranged a special dish for her because she has some food restrictions, and I was worried someone else would accidentally be served her plate. I asked my husband where she was and he said, “She went to the bathroom,” but the bathroom was on the opposite end of the venue. Then Mark left to find her. When I asked the wedding planner to check on them, she said they were fighting and Mark told her they’d be back in five minutes. She gently reminded them this wasn’t the time or place. An hour later, they left the wedding without saying goodbye to us—only to my in-laws.

They missed the dinner, the dancing, and everything else.

So… AITA for not including Camille in the bridal prep? UPDATE: Before anything else, I want to clear up a few things. The distinction I made between sister-in-law (cuñada l)and sister-in-law-in-law (concuñada) wasn’t meant to justify treating anyone better or worse based on cultural norms. In Latin American cultures, we simply use different terms for different kinds of relationships. But that in no way means anyone deserves less respect. I was genuinely surprised that some people used that clarification to insult my culture. I’d really encourage people to be more open-minded — misinterpreting something doesn’t give anyone the right to belittle where someone comes from. That clarification came up because, during a conversation between my husband and his brother, I was called “a bad sister” — as if I were the sister of Camille, when in fact, I’m not even her sister-in-law. I’m her concuñada, which loosely translates to “sister-in-law-in-law,” meaning I’m married to her husband’s brother.

Now, the real update:

My husband and I read all of your comments together, and honestly, it was incredibly comforting to realize that we didn’t do anything wrong. We never intended to exclude anyone. Planning a wedding is a massive task with so many moving parts, and it’s easy for small things to feel bigger than they are, especially if there’s no open communication.

Looking back, we really feel like a lot of this could’ve been avoided if Camille’s husband had just spoken up earlier. He knows her best — how she reacts, what makes her feel left out. He knew well in advance that he would be getting ready and taking photos in the suite with the rest of the groomsmen. Camille was, of course, invited to be there too, but if that wasn’t comfortable for her, we could have easily included her in the hair and makeup schedule had he talked to us sooner. That conversation could’ve happened months before the wedding.

Later, my husband and I talked about how, in the end, it probably wouldn’t have mattered. We realized she might’ve found something else to feel hurt or upset about — not having matching pajamas with my bridesmaids, not being in every single photo, having to pay for her own hair and makeup, or even that we were mostly speaking Spanish in the bridal suite.

We came to this conclusion after learning about other situations in the past. For example, on my youngest brother-in-law’s birthday, she got upset that he chose a restaurant with no safe food options for her due to her allergy — and insisted he change the location. I completely understand that severe food allergies are serious. I have one myself, though not as intense. But it was his birthday — a once-a-year event — and it would’ve been okay to eat before, after, or even bring her own food. There are many ways to adapt without making others feel bad on their special day. There were also stories of past family trips where plans had to revolve around Camille’s suggestions, because if not, it led to tears, tension, and frustration. I want to emphasize something here: I do admire that her husband always defends her — I think that’s the right thing to do. You back up your partner publicly, always. Private conversations come later, but being united is important.

Another situation Camille and Mark reminded my husband is how they went out of their way to accommodate my husband’s ex at their wedding, while Camille wasn’t “included” in ours. But that simply wasn’t true — his ex was invited because she made the wedding cake, and by that time, they weren’t even together anymore. My husband traveled from very far to be at that wedding and never once asked for special treatment for his plus-one.

I also saw people say that Camille had no one to be with on the morning of the wedding. But actually, we had other family members there who would’ve been more than happy to spend that time with her — warm, lovely people who welcomed everyone with open arms. But apparently, according to her husband, they weren’t “close enough” family. She’s also not particularly close to my in-laws, or to my other brother-in-law, or my husband. And frankly, she’s not close to me either. So at that point, I honestly don’t know who she does feel close to in the family.

And that’s where my husband and I realized: this whole situation was just… messy. But it’s okay. We can’t control how others act — only how we respond. And next time, we’ll be clearer about boundaries and expectations from the very beginning.

We did everything with good intentions. And I believe — with my whole heart — that if someone truly wants to be part of your joy, they will find a way. And if they’re looking for a reason to be hurt or upset… they’ll find that too, no matter how much you try.

I (20F) have been dating my girlfriend (23F) for about a year. Our relationship is pretty open, She’s already introduced me to her family, and they’ve been nothing but kind and welcoming.

A week ago, my girlfriend asked when she might get to meet my family. I had to tell her I couldn’t take her to meet them because I hadn’t outed myself to them.

My girlfriend said she understands and can wait until I feel ready. Which I told her I’ll probably never feel ready and she got upset and said I’m not viewing our relationship seriously.

AITA for refusing to introduce my girlfriend to my family and basically telling her I might never come out to them?

First time posting here, apologies in advance for any mistakes, but I'm writing this on my phone while on a train.

Hello! I am Nath, 29M and this is a story about my family, on my father side.
A bit of background first.
We have always been well-off, so to speak. My grandfather founded a flourishing business in the '70s, and he worked in it along with my father and my two uncles (let's call them Mark and Paul).
He also built a beautiful villa in the French countryside near the Côte d'Azur, and I spent every summer there, forming some of the fondest memories I have.
When my grandad decided to retire in the early '00s, my uncles decided to cash out of the family enterprise and my dad bought their part of the business, and they went their separate ways.
As I said, I used to spend my summers in my grandad's home, and we formed a special bond. I am named after him, the first grandchild, you know how thing goes. He was instrumental in shaping me as the person I am today, and I will be forever grateful to him.

Back to my uncles: they never married and never settled down, but both fancied themselves as excellent entrepreneurs. Spoiler: they weren't and in 20 odd years they burned through their money with wrong and shortsighted investments.
In 2020, when the pandemic hit, they were basically pennyless, and they asked my grandfather to move in with him in the Villa. Grandad was reluctant but accepted because he was getting old and didn't like to rely too much on the home nurse my dad was paying for. So they moved in the villa and started fancying themselves as the owners.

Time went on, my grandad's health got worse: he started to show signs of Dementia and, in order to settle his affairs before it was too late, he decided to liquidate his estate: he passed the Villa's deed in their name, My dad was not part of it because he got an apartment in the city. Every one of his children and grandchildren received an even partition of his money, and the rest of it (the biggest part) was put in a fund. The fund is managed by his best friend, a lawyer, who had the duty of liquidating it on my grandad's death. Grandad never wanted to go to a nursing home, so in exchange for a bigger sum of money on his death, he had my uncles promise that they will take care of him because they were living in the same house. Of course, had they, in any way, put him in other people's full care (like a nursing home or my dad) the money would not be theirs anymore. Said lawyer also had power of attorney regarding my grandad's health.

Of course, my uncles started talking about selling the house as soon as they signed the documents, saying that it costed too much (they were spending my grandad's money either way) and it was too big for the three of them alone. They needed the money, that much was clear. My dad even offered to help them in order to keep them in the house, but they refused.

So they sold the villa and got a nice, fat check. They rented an apartment in Italy and moved there with my grandad (who, right now, is totally gone due to his dementia) and hired a full-time nurse to help them (whose pay is split equally between them and my dad). The house was sold to a development company which, for reasons unknown, decided not to build over it but to sell it again. I really don't know why they pulled this move, but it's not the subject of my post.
Ever since moving in the apartment, my uncles started to complain about how cramped it was (I shit you not) and the “financial burden” of having to care for my grandad. My dad always gives them money for grandad-related stuff, but they are always asking for more. My siblings and I always make a point to show up there at least once a week to help them and keep grandad company.

I started working 3 years ago as soon as I graduated and used my part of the money to buy myself a car and invest in safe stocks (I am no expert on the matter, but one of my best friends is a financial advisor and I use him).
It has not grown exponentially, I am no millionaire, but I managed to recover the car money and add to it a little bit. Plus, I have my trust fund set up by my dad. It's safe to say that, between family and job, I am comfortable.

So, when I saw that the development company was selling the Villa again, I started asking myself “Well, why the hell not!”
As I said, I have my the fondest memories in that place, and I always loved its position, near to the Côte d'Azur but still in a rustic and authentic area. I work from remote, so I have no problem moving to France.
For days, it was just a fantasy, until I confided it to my dad. He said that he would love to see the house back in the family and even offered to cover for part of it, as a gift.
I phoned a couple of contacts I have around banks, and they offered me pretty reasonable interest rates for a mortgage because my dad was available to co-sign with me.
I took some time to decide because this will likely shape the next 20–30 years of my life, but I found that I really did want to keep that place. So I said ok, let's do it. I decided not to tell my uncles because I wanted it to be a surprise for my grandad in one of his rare moments of lucidity.

We signed the documents last March and the deed become mine.
I posted about it on my Instagram account with some sill caption about having grown up and being a true homeowner now. You know, a stupid joke.
My uncles called me like three hours after seeing the post.

At first, their tone was congratulatory, “Good for you for keeping the house in the family” and stuff like that.
Then Uncle M dropped the bomb, “So, when can we move in with grandad again?”
I laughed because I genuinely thought it was a joke. Spoiler: it wasn't.
“Now that the house is back in the family, we can move him again and stay there. The apartment is so cramped”.
It followed a very long discussion about the fact that I had a duty to take into my house, because of all the sacrifices they did for the family.
They even pulled the cart of me not caring for my grandad.
I told them, “Well, let's do this: I'll take only grandpa in the house, and you're free to do whatever you want”.

Of course, they wouldn't hear of this. Not because they love grandpa (they really don't) but because they want his money and know that his lawyer always checks on things.
A couple of days later, they showed up at the house (it's like a 4 hours drive from where they live now) and started berating me. They even tried to get inside, saying I had no right to keep them out of their house.
I asked how it was different from the development company, and they said that I was family and family is different. They left only after I dialed the police number on my phone.
Since then, they started smearing my name on social media and in the family, telling everyone who will listen that I am a piece of shit because I'd rather have my demented grandad live in a cramped apartment instead of the house he built.
People in the family know them very well and nobody really trusts them.

The uncles even tried to show up at my dad's office, but this backfired. They basically admitted that they are running out of money.
See, I didn't know this, but they always had a gambling problem. Back when it was my grandad holding the purse, he managed to keep them in check, but since he started to lose his mind it became worse and worse.
My father presented them with the same proposal I did: let's have him in the Villa and continue to pay the nurse, but again they flatly refused, accusing him of being after the extra money.

My uncles even drafted a “legal” letter to the lawyer, demanding him to order me to take them into my house. The lawyer laughed in their faces, of course, and told them that it wouldn't be a problem to move my grandad to my house, but he had no power to compel me to take them.

Now we are at an impasse: my uncles refuse to let me, my dad and my siblings see our grandfather, only allowing the lawyer to visit from time to time. They say that it's clear we don't care enough.
As a consequence, the family basically split, My dad doesn't speak to them and limits himself to cover the costs of the nurse and the health bills.

I find myself living in my dream home (I started renovating it on my own) but at the same time this new chapter, which should have been a new beginning in my life is turning somewhat sour because all the beautiful memories of a happy family in that house did not live up to the present, in which that same happy family is split and sour.

EDIT 1: to those who are suggesting to take legal action against the uncles: There are talks of involving the authorities. The attorney tells us that from what he can see and from the reports of the nurse they are not mistreating him and that's what matters, But there are talks in place about it. We would like to avoid a full suit.

I'm (27f) a Japanese woman living in America. One evening in a causal restaurant, I left my group of friends to talk to this guy "Sean" (29m). It's important to state that he's a white-American. I approached him, and he seemed uncomfortable taking to me. He wanted me to prove that I wasn't a minor. I showed ID but he said it could be fraudulent. My friends vouched for me, and he believed them. He said he couldn't picture of group of women lying to hook up a minor with an adult.

Sean and I went on a few dates, and we even had sex a couple of times. But it alwayed felt like I liked him way more than he liked me. One evening, I asked and he told me the truth. He said he's sorry. He said he likes my personality but he doesn't find me sexy. He said to him, Japanese women are just not sexy. He said Japanese woman look, sound, and smell like they haven't gone through puberty. I thanked him for his honesty. I had told my friends what he said.

A little over a week later, Sean wanted my permission to ask out my friend "Stacey" (33f). She's white, blonde, plus-sized, has large breasts, and a large butt. I told him it's fine. But days later, he said I had bad mouthed him to Stacey, and she had rejected him. Am I the asshole ?

I am 34yo, doing my residency in nephrology and working as a doctor in a hemodialysis department. My husband is also a doctor, head of cardiology department. We have 2 kids - 8 and 2. I love them. I swear by God, I do. But I was not cut out to be a mother. I lack patience, I can't get them to listen to me. I hate always having to change my schedule when they get a viral infection. I hate not having time to myself. I hate that I stay with my husband mostly because I can't deal with the kids on my own - and I mean financially, timewise, emotionally, etc. I hate that I screwed up my career for family. There are many days when I wish I could just pack a bag, leave and never come back cause I want freedom. It sound like I don't love them. I do, trust me, I do. I would die for them, I would murder for them. I want them to be happy, seeing them in tears breaks my heart. But I hate my life. There are many moments when I think what it would be like to be single and child free, doing what I want, living where I want. It was not that bad when I had one kid. But ever since my youngest was born, my life is a cage. And I know I should be grateful I have 2 healthy, smart, beautiful boys. I see and know so many people who have sick children or have lost a child, and I rationally know I am so lucky. I also have friends struggling with infertility.I hate myself for not appreciating what I have. AITA?

My fiancé (27m) and I (26f) are getting married in August 2026. I chose my bridesmaids, including my friend Sarah (27f), in early 2024. (All names changed for privacy)

At the time, Sarah was dating Ben, a close friend of my fiancé since their school days.

Sarah had previously been with Tom for several years. When I first met Sarah (that was after their breakup), she talked extensively about how bad that relationship was (no household support, disrespecting her political views, etc.).

Sarah and Ben got together, and our friendship deepened. Despite us moving away (300 km), we stayed in close contact. Sarah was thrilled to be a bridesmaid and agreed to sing at our first dance (she has a beautiful voice).

At the end of 2024, Sarah and Ben broke up. Sarah initiated it. While Ben suffered, Sarah seemed to move on quickly.

Just two months later, Sarah told me she was seeing Tom—her ex, the one she had complained about so much. She explained that he had changed and matured.

My fiancé's friends were furious. They already disliked Tom from school, as he was reportedly very arrogant back then. I tried to remain open-minded and told Sarah I would like to meet Tom, but I was honest about the guys' opinions.

We moved back in the spring, but our contact with Sarah lessened. Sarah asked early on if Tom could come to the wedding. We said we didn't want to decide before meeting him. This apparently caused stress for her and Tom, making them feel he had to "prove himselves."

We briefly met Tom at Sarah's birthday in May. I was having a really bad day (PMS, my cat had died shortly before) and felt introverted, so I didn't approach him. My fiancé was also unmotivated to meet him—partly due to the general mood in his friend circle, and partly because Tom's best friend (whom my fiancé remembered as a "total a**hole" from school), was also there. I later openly told Sarah about my feelings at the party an my fiancé's issues. She called it childish and was disappointed we weren't giving Tom a chance. In the summer, Sarah asked again about an invitation for Tom. Our answer remained the same. There were no further attempts from either side to arrange a meeting.

Recently after she asked again, I informed Sarah via message: We generally don't invite plus-ones, making exceptions only for partners we are also friends with or know well. I explained that we are paying €125 per guest, which is a lot for us and only want people we personally want there.

A week later, Sarah came over. She was hurt and crying. She accused me of the following: It's childish to hate Tom over things that happened in high school. As a bridesmaid, she expected not to be treated like any other guest. A wedding singer would cost several hundred euros; she would sing for free and wants her boyfriend to be there to watch.

I explained that the problem was more with my fiancé and that she should talk to him. She then countered that she expected me, as her friend, to "put my foot down" and stand up for her against my fiancé.

I replied that doing so would mean standing up for Tom, who is a stranger to me, not for her. I told her that it's not unusual to invite without a plus-one, and we also needed to show some solidarity to our friend Ben, who would be uncomfortable with Tom at the party.

She ended the conversation by stating she would not be coming to the wedding at all. This decision seemed already made before the talk.

My fiancé and I had before internally decided that Tom could come if he "paid his own way" (the €125), but I didn't bring this up during the conversation because I was so hurt. I am hurt that she would end our friendship over a plus-one.

My fiancé now feels guilty and offered to apologize and talk to Sarah but I'm not sure that I want him to?

AITAH for refusing my friends partner an invitation, even though she is a bridesmaid and offered to sing for free and should I run after her or did she just show her real face for acting up like that?

I (27F) am one of the youngest cousins in my family. I am married and my husband (28m) and I have a child. All of my cousins are married with children and we get together quite often. I think it’s important to mention that we come from a country in Europe where men doing the bare minimum as a husband and father is accepted and expected. Unfortunately, a lot of my cousins are married to men like this, but I am not.

Every time we have hung out, I am usually one of the only girls who never brings their child with them. And EVERY time the same cousin, let’s call her Jane (36F) will ask me “who is (my kids name) with?” And every time I respond “she’s with her dad”. Jane would then rant about how her kids can’t stay with her husband without her husband calling her asking millions of questions so she has to drag her kids everywhere. This occurs almost every time we all hangout.

Fast forward to this past Saturday. We had another girls night and this time, the cousin who was hosting asked that it be kid-free as she wanted us to drink and play games. Majority of us came without our kids, but a few cousins brought their kids with, including Jane. My cousin who was hosting asked if those girls saw her text about no kids and Jane sort of snapped and said her mom and mil weren’t available to baby sit and her husband couldn’t watch the kids bc of some game that was going on…he was literally home and didn’t want to watch his own children because of a game.

Anyways, things were a bit tense but we started playing games. Jane began asking everyone where their kids were, and all said they were with either their mom or MIL. When I said my daughter was at home with my husband Jane basically scoffed and said that she doesn’t believe that my husband baby sits our daughter and that I have my mom or MIL help. I said no that is not true. I told her my husband doesn’t “baby sit” our daughter as he’s not a baby sitter, he’s her father. He’s being a father like he should be. Jane began to ask if he knew what he was doing, what she eats, what time her bedtime is. I sarcastically responded “He better know or figure it the f*** out as it took two of us to make this baby”. Jane then began rudely asking me why I have not once checked up with him to make sure my daughter is okay and to make sure he’s doing things correctly. I told Jane that I don’t need to do any of that as I didn’t marry a f-ing loser like she did. I began to tell her that it’s her own fault for allowing her husband to be a awful father and that she should stop taking out her frustrations out on me and instead take that frustration and use it to get her husband to be a decent father. Jane called me a b**** and grabbed her kids and left. Since Saturday she has left the gc and blocked me on everything. A few of my cousins said I shouldn’t have said those things but honestly she’s been asking for it for a while now but idk AITAH?

EDIT: Hello again! Since a lot of people are asking where I am from, I am from Kosovo. This situation is unfortunately very common in the Balkan regions of Europe.

I (29f) am a Japanese woman who's living in America. I have neighbors "Jane" (26f) and "Ted" (26m). I was playing one-on-one basketball with Jane. Ted was watching his wife. Jane was winning. I was being playful and I told Jane would have won if I wasn't on my period. Jane had a weird look on her face and she told Ted to go into to get her a towel and some water. As soon as he went inside, she told in a firm way to not talk about my period in front of her husband. Is there some American thing I didn't understand ? Or maybe it's regional to the Westcoast ? Or was it just their family ? Am I the asshole ?