Reddit Stories - SIBLING Y accused me of POISONING her at her infant CELEBRATION when she

Episode Date: November 24, 2025

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #siblings #poisoning #celebration #familydrama #conflictSummary: SIBLING Y accused me of POISONING her at her infant CELEBRATION when she. The situation escalated quickly, leading to a heated confrontation with family members taking sides. Seeking advice on how to handle the aftermath.Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, familyconflict, siblingrivalry, drama, accusations, celebration, party, relationships, toxicfamily, misunderstanding, communication, advice, support, community, socialmedia, viralpostsBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6237355/support.

I hope you enjoy this story. Sibling Y accused me of poisoning her at her infant celebration when she experienced an allergic response, but surveillance footage showed that she poisoned herself by consuming food from another individual's dish. Eight months ago, I experienced one of the most devastating moments of my life, I had a miscarriage. When my husband, Aaron, and I found out that we were expecting, it was one of those moments where everything suddenly felt filled with hope and possibility.

We were both ecstatic. From that moment on, we started planning for our future as parents. We'd talk endlessly about what the baby might look like, who they might grow up to be, and what kind of parents we'd become. Aaron was incredibly supportive, and it felt great knowing that we were on this beautiful journey together. We didn't waste any time and began turning our spare room into a nursery for our baby. We started painting the walls a soft, calming color, and discussed what kind of furniture

would go best. Every little detail mattered. I bought piles of first-time mother's books, eager to learn everything I could about pregnancy, childbirth, and taking care of a newborn. It was a joyful time, filled with excitement and anticipation. Then, everything changed in an instant. It was late one night when I woke up suddenly with a deep, unsettling feeling that something was wrong. There was no obvious reason for it, just an overwhelming sense of dread. I rushed to the bathroom, my heart pounding in my chest. When I felt the wetness in my pants and saw the blood, I knew that something was very, very wrong.

I immediately started sobbing uncontrollably. It's hard to explain the level of panic and despair that I was feeling at that moment. The noise must have startled Aaron because he came rushing in, confusion and fear ridden all over his face. He quickly realized what was happening and, without hesitation, rushed me to the hospital. The ride felt like it lasted forever, with every second dragging on painfully. When we finally arrived and the doctors examined me, I felt like I was holding my breath,

clinging to any sliver of hope that the baby might be okay. But then, the doctor gently delivered the news that no parent-to-be ever wants to hear. I had lost the baby. Hearing those words was like a punch to the gut. I was overwhelmed with shock, disbelief, and an unbearable sense of loss. The whole experience was nothing short of traumatic. Looking back, I still don't know how my husband, Aaron, managed to stay so strong during those days, because I was completely shattered.

After we lost the baby, I couldn't function, I couldn't eat, sleep, or even muster the strength to talk. It was as if the entire world had gone dark, and I was trapped in a fog of grief that I couldn't escape. I was working at the time, but I had to take two weeks off just to give myself permission. to break down. Those two weeks were filled with nothing but tears and an overwhelming sadness that weighed me down like a heavy blanket. I barely left my bed. Waking up each morning felt like a cruel reminder of what had happened. I would open my eyes, and for a brief

second, I'd forget. Then, reality would crash down, and I'd remember, I had lost our baby. It was unbearable. All I wanted to do was sleep because when I slept, I didn't have to to feel the pain. During this time, my family really rallied around me in a way that I will always be grateful for. My parents and my sister would constantly check on me. Every day, someone would call, text, or stop by to chat with me, even though I wasn't capable of much conversation. My cousins and relatives would visit, bearing food and fruits, trying to nourish me in ways I couldn't do for myself. But no matter how many people came or how much they cared, I was emotionally numb. Despite their best efforts, there was nothing anyone could say to make the sadness go away.

Through it all, my husband was my anchor. Aaron took care of me when I couldn't take care of myself. He didn't push me to talk or force me to act like everything was okay. Instead, he was patient, quietly supporting me in any way he could. He brought me meals, even when I could barely touch them. He would sit with me in silence when words felt impossible. If it weren't for him, I'm not sure I would have made it through those weeks. He assured me, over and over again, that we wouldn't give up. He believed that, in time, we could try again once I had healed both physically and emotionally. His faith and optimism were the only things that kept me from sinking completely into despair. Slowly, I began to recover. It wasn't

immediate, and it wasn't easy. I decided to return to work, mostly because I needed something to distract me from the endless loop of grief and pain I was stuck in. Work gave me a routine, something else to focus on so I wouldn't have to think about the baby all the time. In the quiet moments, though, the grief would return, and I knew I needed more than just distraction, I needed connection. So, I joined a few Facebook groups for people who had gone through miscarriages. At first, I wasn't sure if it would help, but as I read through the stories of others, I realized just how many people had experienced the same pain I was feeling. It was comforting to know that I wasn't alone, that my feelings were normal, and that others

had survived this unbearable loss. I began opening up more and sharing my story, and in doing so, I started to make sense of what I was going through. Right now, I'm still grieving. I don't think that part will ever fully go away, but I've come to a place where I no longer constantly blame myself. That took time and a lot of emotional work. There have been so many moments where I have questioned if it was my fault if I had done something wrong, but now, I strongly believe that some things are just simply beyond our control. I've adopted a mindset of what's meant to be, will be, and that perspective has brought me a sense of peace. I've worked hard on my healing to come this far, and I'm proud of that progress. But recently, something happened that has really shaken me

to my core, and I feel like it's undone some of the healing I've worked so hard for. It happened at my sister's baby shower which took place last week. For some context, my sister, Maggie, found out she was pregnant about two months ago. She announced her exciting news to our entire family almost immediately, but for some reason, I wasn't personally told by her. I had to find out through one of our cousins, which caught me completely off guard. It stung. Not because I wasn't happy for her, but because Maggie and I have always had a good relationship. She had been there for me, especially during my miscarriage, offering comfort and support when I needed it most. So naturally, I was surprised and honestly, a little hurt that she hadn't called me

herself to share her happy news. When I talked to her about it later, I tried not to let my emotions get the better of me. I didn't want to make her feel bad, but I also needed to understand why she hadn't felt comfortable coming to me directly. She explained that the reason she hadn't told me was because she didn't want to spoil my mood by announcing her pregnancy, knowing that I was still grieving the loss of my own baby. I could tell that she wasn't trying to hurt me. She didn't want to add to my pain, and in her mind, keeping the news from me was her way of protecting my feelings. But I reassured her that, no matter what I was going through, I would always be happy for her. I made it clear that she should never feel like she couldn't share her joy with me just because

I was still dealing with my own grief. I explained that despite the sadness I carried, I would still love her baby just as much as I would have before. I was still going to be her baby's aunt, and I wanted to be a part of this new chapter in her life. It was important to me that she knew that my love for her and her baby wasn't diminished by my loss. She seemed relieved after our conversation and was happy that I was so understanding. She promised that she would keep me updated from then on, which felt like a positive step forward. Over the past few weeks, I've made an effort to support Maggie as much as I can, especially since she's going through this pregnancy largely on her own. You see, Maggie is currently

going through a divorce from her husband, Tyler. The news of their divorce has been a shock to everyone in our family, including me. I always thought Tyler was a decent, stand-up guy and we had even become good friends over the course of their marriage. He had seemed so devoted to Maggie, always treating her with love and respect. I remember thinking how lucky she was to have someone like him by her side, and they always appeared happy together. That's why it came as such a surprise when Maggie told us they were splitting up out of nowhere. The reason she gave us was very vague, she said they were divorcing due to irreconcilable differences. But she didn't elaborate much beyond that. Whenever anyone pressed for more details, she simply said that

Tyler couldn't handle their marriage anymore, and left it at that. I did feel like there was something we weren't being told, some missing piece of the puzzle. But Maggie didn't seem eager to discuss it, and I didn't want to push her for answers she wasn't ready to give. All I knew was that Maggie needed support, and I wanted to be there for her in whatever way I could. I've even gone with her to some of her ultrasound appointments and visits to the gynecologist. Even though Maggie and Tyler are in the midst of a divorce, they have managed to maintain a cordial relationship. That's probably why my sister decided to hold her baby shower at Tyler's new place. He had recently moved into a house with a nice backyard, and Maggie thought it would

be the perfect spot for all of us to gather, relax, and celebrate her pregnancy. Before the baby shower, Maggie invited me, our mother, and some of our cousins out for lunch to help her plan everything. We were excited to be part of the process, as it's customary for us to plan family events together, and this baby shower felt especially important. As we all sat down for lunch, my cousins gave me a warm hug and comforted me about my miscarriage. Even though several months had passed, they knew that grief isn't something you just move on from quickly, especially when it comes to something as personal and painful as losing a baby. As women, I think they understood what I was still going through on a deeper level.

They even mentioned how brave and selfless it was of me to be there for Maggie, despite my own grief. However, as we were talking, I noticed Maggie's demeanor shift. She rolled her eyes and, in a firm tone, told everyone to stop bringing up such heavy topics during lunch. She said we all needed to move on from my incident. Her words stung a bit. I didn't like talking about it also, but she was reacting a bit too cold. I figured she was just stressed about her baby shower and maybe didn't want the conversation

to shift away from the happy event we were supposed to be planning. Later that day, when I was dropping her off at her house, Maggie joked that I was always stealing the spotlight from her after my miscarriage had happened, and then she asked, half seriously, if I planned on doing the same thing at her baby shower. I was caught completely off guard by her comment. I asked her to clarify what she meant by stealing her spotlight. Maggie explained that people seemed more concerned about me rather than her and that, as a result, she felt brushed aside.

She said that she didn't want to feel this way during her baby shower. I immediately felt bad and apologized to her. I assured her that no one intended to make her feel less important and that I would do my best to make sure my incident wouldn't come up during her baby shower. I didn't want to take away from her special day or make her feel neglect. in any way. Maggie didn't say much after that she just shook her head in disdain, and our conversation ended awkwardly. I did understand that Maggie wanted to feel fully supported and loved during her pregnancy, especially with everything she was going through with

her divorce, but I didn't realize that my loss had made her feel sidelined. The baby shower was three days ago, and I did everything I could to make sure the focus stayed on Maggie and her baby. I didn't want any attention on me, this day was about Maggie, and I wanted her to feel the support and love she deserved. But despite my efforts, several people still came up to me throughout the event, giving me warm hugs or gentle pats on the back. I know they meant well. However, with each hug or gesture of sympathy, I could sense Maggie's eyes on me. She didn't say anything directly, but I could feel her discomfort and irritation growing. I didn't want to make the day about me, and I certainly didn't want to cause any drama. I just wanted to enjoy the event.

to celebrate my sister and the baby she was bringing into the world, but I was hyper aware of how Maggie might be perceiving the situation. During the event, I also met Tyler after what felt like ages. I gave him a hug, and he seemed genuinely happy to see me. Despite everything that had happened between him and Maggie, it felt like we were still on good terms. He even apologized for not being there for me after everything I had been through over the past few months, referring to the miscarriage. I brushed it off as I understood that he and Maggie were also going through their own thing. Tyler had lost some weight, and there was a noticeable change in his demeanor. He didn't have that same vibrant energy he used to. Instead, there was a hint of sadness in his

eyes. It made me wonder how he was truly coping with the divorce and the changes in his life. Even though Maggie hadn't gone into detail about their split, it was clear that Tyler was struggling in his own way. My husband, Aaron, had also come to the baby shower, so he, Tyler, and the other men stayed busy in the backyard, making barbecues and chatting amongst themselves. At the baby shower, everyone had brought thoughtful gifts for Maggie and her soon-to-arrive baby. It was a joyful atmosphere as each person presented their token of love and excitement for the little one. One of my cousins had crocheted a beautiful baby blanket, my father gifted Maggie a baby rocker, and my mother splurged on a brand new stroller, which Maggie was thrilled about.

For my gift, I decided to give her a couple of parenting books that had helped me during my pregnancy, along with a baby shawl that held deep personal significance for me. This shawl was the first thing I had ever purchased when I found out I was pregnant. I remember being on a trip to Istanbul when I saw it, a delicate, beautifully woven shawl that I immediately fell in love with. I bought it with so much excitement, picturing myself wrapping my baby in it. After I lost the baby, the shawl became bittersweet. It was tied to both my happiest memories and my greatest heartbreak. But I couldn't bring myself to just throw it away. I wanted it to have a purpose, to be a part of something good. So, I thought it might bring me some

piece to pass it on to Maggie, hoping her baby could make good use of it. In my mind, it wasn't just a shawl, it was a gift filled with love and hope, and I thought it would bring some happiness to both me and her. However, when Maggie opened the gift and pulled out the shawl, she froze. Her expression shifted from surprise to anger. She stared at the shawl as if it were something tainted. Then she asked, with visible frustration, why I'd brought it to her baby shower. I was confused and nervously tried to explain that it was special to me, and I wanted her

baby to have it. I thought it was a personal gift that would come in handy. Everyone else at the shower admired the shawl's beauty, but Maggie didn't seem to care about that. Her face grew angrier, and then, to my shock, she started accusing me of trying to curse her baby with my gift. I was taken aback by her words, and I asked her what she meant by that. But before she could answer, my mother, who had been watching the exchange, spoke up and said it was inappropriate for me to give Maggie something that was originally meant for my dead baby. She explained that it wasn't right to pass down something linked to a loss to a new life. I was upset hearing her say that. I had never intended to offend my sister or

make her feel uncomfortable. I genuinely thought I was offering my sister something filled with love and meaning. I quietly took the shawl back and apologized, trying to keep my composure in of everyone, even though inside, I felt shattered. However, Maggie, visibly upset, doubled down and told me that just because I had lost my baby didn't mean I could now give those things to hers as hand-me-downs and that her baby deserved better than that. Her words were sharp and cut deep and I was almost on the verge of tears. This is when my husband, Aaron, stepped in. With a firm but calm tone, he interrupted the conversation, addressing Maggie directly. He made it clear to her that my intentions were never to hurt or upset her, and that I had only given her the shawl as my way of

trying to find healing while also showing how much I cared for her and her baby. Aaron then pointed out that if Maggie didn't like the gift, she could have spoken to me privately about it afterward. There was no need for her to insult me in front of everyone and embarrass me like that. He acknowledged that the situation was sensitive, but he emphasized that it didn't justify her reaction, especially in front of all our family and friends. Maggie seemed taken aback by Aaron's directness, and I could see the tension in her face. The rest of the guests looked uncomfortable, unsure of what to say or do. One of my cousins, sensing the tension in the air, stepped in to support Aaron's point.

She urged Maggie to let the matter go, suggesting that it wasn't worth escalating further. I felt completely blindsided by the entire situation. Feeling defeated, I offered to order something nice for her baby and have it to live. later, hoping it would help mend the rift. But Maggie just scoffed and told me not to bother. Her anger towards me felt disproportionate to the situation, and it made me sad to see my sister so upset with me over something that had genuinely come from my heart. I was starting to feel really sick to my stomach, overwhelmed by guilt and confusion about the entire interaction. Thankfully, as my mother opened another gift, the focus shifted, and the conversation moved on.

but I couldn't shake the heaviness I felt. I wanted the day to be joyful for Maggie, but all I could think about was how my gift had unintentionally created this rift. Later, when everyone started serving themselves food, I decided to try to apologize to Maggie again. I went to the kitchen and filled a plate with her favorite mashed potatoes and some chicken, just how she liked it. When I brought it to her, I said I was sorry again, hoping that she could move past my

mistake and see how much I genuinely cared for her. But Maggie barely acknowledged me, and simply took the plate from my hands without a word. Feeling rejected, I went to sit beside Aaron to find a bit of comfort. We were quietly eating when suddenly, we heard Maggie loudly coughing repeatedly. All of us turned to see her gesturing to her throat, her face turning red and swollen as she struggled to breathe. Panic surged through me as I realized something was seriously wrong. I rushed to her side while my mother called 911, urgency coursing through the air. All I could think about was getting her the help she needed. Paramedics arrived and my sister was rushed off to a hospital. My parents, Aaron, Tyler, and me rushed to be

there for her at the hospital. We were informed by the doctors that Maggie had a severe allergic reaction. Now, Maggie is allergic to lobsters, and there had been some at the barbecue, but Tyler had assured everyone he had been very careful not to mix up the grills. I had specifically given Maggie a plate that only contained mashed potatoes and chicken, so I knew I hadn't given her anything harmful. But when Maggie recovered and was coherent enough to speak, she started accusing me of poisoning her. She told my parents how I had been the one to bring her food after she had insulted me for my gifts so I might have done something to her food that triggered her allergic reaction. I was completely baffled. How could she think I would do something so

malicious. I argued that I would never harm her or her baby and it was unfathomable to me that she would even suggest it. Yet she refused to believe me. In a fit of rage, she screamed at me to get out of her hospital room. Aaron and I exchanged glances, both of us stunned, and we quickly left, not wanting to escalate the situation further. Since that day, everything has spiraled out of control. My parents, siding with Maggie, have placed the blame squarely on me for the entire incident. They believe I somehow endangered her and her baby, and other family members have caught wind of the drama.

Suddenly, I am being accused of being jealous of Maggie's pregnancy and perhaps I allowed that jealousy to cloud my judgment and harm Maggie. The notion that I would ever act on those feelings in such a harmful way is absurd to me, yet somehow, people are buying into it. My only fault is giving her that plate of food. I swear I never gave her any lobsters, but somehow I am now being blamed for everything. It's making me feel so guilty and now my parents are pushing me to admit to everything and apologize to Maggie. They are saying I am stressing my sister out by escalating the situation unnecessarily

when she is already so vulnerable due to her pregnancy. Ida if I don't apologize to Maggie since I am not the reason she was poisoned? Update 1. Wow, I did not expect my post to blow up. In a few days, I have received hundreds of DMs from strangers. First of all, I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to everyone who has reached out with words of support for my loss. Your kindness means the world to me. I also appreciate that many understand my intentions behind gifting the shawl to Maggie. I truly wanted to give her something beautiful and meaningful and did not expect her to take it the wrong way. She is clearly resentful of me because of the attention I have been receiving due to my

miscarriage. I wish she could have talked to me about it and resolved her feelings rather than let it fester. Now, addressing the main issue, I have refused to apologize and have stood by my words. This has led Maggie to publicly accuse me on her social media of trying to poison her food. She claims she's always been there for me, yet I'm constantly trying to overshadow her, suggesting my jealousy of her pregnancy prompted me to act this way at her baby shower. reading her post has left me mortified. To resolve this once and for all, Tyler has invited everyone to his place, insisting we need to address the situation face to face before the baby arrives and this issue becomes even

more complicated. My parents have reached out and are encouraging me to go, but Aaron and I are not really certain. Update 2, how the tables have turned. So, Aaron and I begrudgingly decided to join Tyler and Maggie for a sit-down, as a last, desperate attempt to resolve things. My parents were also there, hoping to help. Maggie started by demanding that I apologize and publicly admit that I had, in fact, poisoned her. I scoffed at her accusation and was about to deny it once again when Tyler suddenly stood up, saying he had something to show all of us. Well, guess what? It turned out that Tyler had cameras installed all around his house, capturing everything that

had happened during the baby shower. He decided to share the footage with us to clear things up once and for all. When we watched the recording, it showed me giving food to Maggie just as I had described there were no lobsters anywhere in sight. The footage showed Maggie eating and chatting with others. However, in the middle of her meal, she started looking around and repeatedly asking for sauce. One of my cousins had some sauce on her plate and offered Maggie a chance to dip her chicken in it. Since that cousin was eating lobster, it was definitely a bad idea for Maggie to use the sauce from her plate. Foolishly, my sister dipped her chicken into that sauce. Moments later, Maggie began to cough. Her allergic reaction had clearly been triggered by that

sauce. As the video played, I could see my parents' faces pale as they absorbed what had just unfolded. They realized that Maggie had been blaming me for something that wasn't my fault at all and they had been supporting her. Maggie started to argue, fumbling to justify her claims. She said there's no guarantee that her reaction was caused by eating from my cousin's plate, and insisted that I might have mixed something into her food earlier. However, thanks to Tyler, my parents did not believe her any longer. I yelled at Maggie for publicly defaming me on social media when she was the one at fault.

My husband then threatened her that we would use this footage and sue her for false accusations if she didn't take down her post from social media immediately. My parents' expressions were filled with regret as they turned to me, their eyes filled with sympathy. They apologized for unjustly accusing me. However, I pointed out to my parents that they were very quick to support my sister, and had there been no evidence they would have probably continued to support her. I turned to my mother and asked her if she would now go around

and clarify the situation with other family members since she had been one of the loudest voices in blaming me. I believed it was important for everyone to know the truth, especially given how much damage had been done. However, my mother tried to brush it off. She said that nobody really cared about who was right or wrong in this situation. What mattered was that I was no longer implicated in what happened to Maggie. I felt that was deeply unfair. I told her that if she didn't take the initiative to set the record straight and acknowledge Maggie's own responsibility for her allergic reaction, then I couldn't have a real relationship with them anymore.

My parents kept trying to de-escalate the situation without really acknowledging their own accountability. Eventually, Aaron and I left the place after taking a copy of the footage from Tyler and thanking him for revealing the truth. Since then, my sister has taken down her post from her social media but my mother still hasn't clarified to anyone about what really happens so I am really, really pissed with her for being okay with me being painted as the villain in this situation.

In response to everything, I decided to give Maggie a taste of her own medicine. I posted the video Tyler had shown and shared how both my sister and parents had unfairly accused me of her allergic reaction. I highlighted how Maggie was careless enough to eat from someone else's plate and essentially poisoned herself. As expected, the video caused a stir. Many family members who had initially sided with Maggie and blamed me have since called back to apologize.

eyes. Some are even mocking her now, furious that she endangered herself and put the blame on me without any proof. I plan to take the video down soon, now that the damage is done. My parents have called me repeatedly, but I've been ignoring their calls. Aaron and I have decided to go low contact with the family until my parents recognize their mistakes. You.