rSlash - r/AITA A Wild Karen Appeared!

Episode Date: September 25, 2025

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where O.P. has an encounter with a wild Karen. Will I be the butthole if I counter sue for what I consider an accident for the cake that this woman's daughter wrecked after she ran into me? In the middle of June, I had just picked up a custom chocolate cake from a bakery that cost $65. On my way back to the car, a woman and her two kids were coming out of a church across the street where a wedding was taking place. I crossed at a crosswalk about half a block from the church. I saw the mother telling her little girl, maybe four or five years old, and dressed in a very nice white dress, to stop jumping around and stay still. The girl didn't listen. She ran off, laughing, and looking backwards instead of paying attention, and ran straight into me. I dropped the cake and it hit the ground on

impact. Chocolate went everywhere, on the pavement, on me, and all over the little girl's dress. The mother came running, screaming at me. There were at least two people behind me and another woman on the church's property who saw it happen. The mother kept yelling that I'd ruined her daughter's dress, that I owed her money for a new one, and that I needed to give her cash so she could buy a replacement before the ceremony. I told her it was an accident. Her daughter ran into me, and I was not paying for it.

She kept screaming profanity, loud enough that someone called the police. When officers arrived, she tried to claim that I threw the cake on her daughter, and I should pay for the dress. But another witness confirmed what really happened. The woman still wouldn't calm down until the police nearly arrested her, and then only after her relatives came out of the church to help.

She demanded reimbursement and threatened to sue me. At the time, no one exchanged information, but somehow she found out my name and address. Later, I learned someone had filmed the whole thing, and the video got back to me. Sure enough, she served me with papers. She, whoa, she's suing me for her. $3,000 for a new dress, assault, and emotional distress. Will I be the butthole if I countersued for the cost of the cake her daughter ruined because of her poor parenting? Honestly,

I'm not too worried about winning or losing since I have video evidence and multiple witness showing that it was an accident and her child caused it. Also, Opie points out that where she lives, countersuing costs her a $100 fee, which means even if she wins, it'll be a net loss. But still, sometimes it's not just about winning, it's about sending a message. I say go for it, O.P., because if you win, then you'll literally have your cake and eat it too. Am I the butthole for rejecting my dad's efforts to repair our relationship because he chose his wife over me? I'm a 21-year-old guy, and I lost my mom when I was still a baby, and my dad didn't date anyone until I was around nine. Then he met his wife, Lindsay. She was a single mom. She was a

single mom to two kids. Both her kids had different fathers and weren't around. Her oldest was 11 and her youngest was six. Her youngest was special needs and medically complex. My dad and Lindsay rushed the relationship because she didn't have much free time and she wanted help and dad was willing. I know it wasn't her son's fault, the six-year-old, but he was a lot of work and I resented it from the start. Dad told me that good people help family and they don't pass up love and family just because it'll be more difficult or more work, and he told me that he deserved to be happy, and Lindsay made him happy, and that my mom was his first chance, and he lost her, so Lindsay was his second chance. He told me that I could benefit so much from being a caring

brother to Lindsay's son, and I would learn a lot about real life. Money was extremely tight, and the house had so much medical equipment and mobility stuff for Lindsay's son. I didn't even get an actual bedroom. I was shoved behind a curtain where the office had been before Dad and I moved in. The timeline was like May, Dad and Lindsay met. In September, they introduced all of us to each other. November, we all move in together. February, Dad and Lindsay are married. A few months after Dad and I moved in, Lindsay's daughter, the oldest, started acting out. She smashed up some of her half-brother's medical equipment. She stole money. She started sneaking out late at night, and she got drunk a few times.

She started taking drugs. She pushed me around if I was in her way. There were nights I couldn't sleep until 1 or 2 a.m. Because I could hear Lindsay and her daughter fight. And the daughter would say she wished her half-brother would die and they could move on. Lindsay would get hysterical about it. And her daughter would say that he wasn't her real brother anyway, and he was just a burden. I begged my dad to leave and let it be the two of us again, but he said we couldn't walk out.

We committed. We were more than just the two of us now. I told him I didn't want any of them and hated how much my life had changed. He told me life always changed and I needed to get on top of my feelings and accepted he needed to be happy and deserve to save his marriage. He told me his marriage was the most important thing and that it had to be to provide me with stability. Even when Lindsay's daughter kicked me out of my room and bed and would literally drag me by the hair or my legs to get me out, my dad still stayed. When I was 13, I went six weeks without seeing my dad because Lindsay's son was in the hospital and she stayed the whole time, which meant that if dad wasn't at work, he was with her. And all I got was a note telling me to go to a friend's house if there

was no food. Those six weeks were hell, because every time I saw Lindsay's daughter, she would curse at and shoved me around and made it so I really didn't feel okay outside of my curtain. Nothing got better, and after I turned 15, Lindsay started asking me to help more with chores and errands, and she expected me to be her little helper, and when I said no, Dad told me I didn't get to disrespect my new mom. That led to a fight, and I exploded and told him to F off because she would never be my mom,

and nothing good came from being married, and he needed to leave me alone. A few more fights happened around what I said because Lindsay heard, and she was upset, and she said that she loved me, and her son loved me too, and he would hate to know that I saw him as nothing but a burden. I was 17 when I just left one day. I didn't have a plan or a bunch of savings, but I decided I couldn't anymore. I left Dad a note like he left me when I was 13. He filed a missing person's report, and I had to tell the cops I was safe, but I refused to go back. and I avoided getting sent back before my 18th birthday. Then, I was just free. I didn't stay in touch, and I started a new life. I even tracked down my mom's family, and now I live with my maternal grandparents

who had searched for me for ages. My dad moved and never let anyone know where we were going. He got in touch a couple of months ago, and I ignored him, and I kept ignoring him and his request to reconcile. Then I replied a week ago to him saying how much he hated, that we ended up here, and he wasn't even sure if I blocked him. But he loved me and missed me more than anything, and he wanted us to work things out. I just told him that he chose his wife over me, and he made a big chunk of my childhood hell as a result. And I wanted nothing more to do with him,

because I deserved to put my happiness first. He replied a bunch since, saying I should have never expected him to give up his wife for me, and we can work on this, that I need my dad and all kinds of stupid stuff. He actually seemed kind of desperate and erratic about it, like he's really afraid that I won't give him a chance. Am I the butthole for rejecting his efforts? O.P., you're 100% right. If your dad can put his happiness first, then you can put your happiness first. You get zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving your dad three out of five buttholes. Am I the butthole for taunting my ex's widow after she lost her court case for visitation with my son? I'm a 25-year-old woman, and the father of my four-year-old son left me for someone else when I was six months pregnant. My ex and this other

woman, Mavis, married when my son was three weeks old, roughly. They demanded that she come to his visits with our son, and I refused. They said that he needed to get to know his mom as well as his dad, and Mavis was definitely his mom now. They were married and everything. And yeah, that's how they argued it. I never stopped him from seeing our son. but I didn't allow her anywhere near my home. And our son was 10 months old before my ex could take him out for visitation. Then I could do nothing about her being there, but at least she wasn't calling herself my son's mom in my home.

She did join my ex every time he dropped our son home with me, and she would try to start a fight because I wouldn't let her hold him to say goodbye once my ex handed our son to me. She'd get mad, and I'd refuse to let her spend time alone with our son, son too. My ex was awarded visitation every other weekend when our son was 18 months old. He lost that visitation when our son was two because his wife tried to take our son out of daycare without permission and the cops had to be called. He went back to visits at my house and Mavis was not allowed near my house or my son. That softened after a few more months. She had to issue an apology and take some classes

and then every other weekend restarted. Then my ex died last. year. Mavis then tried to sue me for shared custody as his other parent. That case was thrown out because she's not a legal parent and had no parental rights to my son. Instead, she tried to sue for visitation and unfortunately that went to court. It took a few months and we had two dates before the judge in order to get a ruling. Mavis was denied visitation. It was decided she hadn't played a big enough role in my son's life, and she wasn't his family anymore. I was relieved. Mavis was screaming about appeals as we left court. She tried to confront me a week after court, and I was feeling so done with her messiness, and I taunted her, and told her that she would never be in my son's

life again, and to go F herself, because she's all alone now, and with the way she acts, it didn't surprise me. She started screaming after me, but I kept going. It was only afterwards, that I wondered if it was unfair because she did lose her partner, and she might have felt some genuine care for my son. I don't know, I think she's just unhinged, but maybe I am still the butthole. Down in the comments, people are predictably taking O.P. side, and someone says, Not the butthole, did this B word care when you were left alone pregnant? And O.P. replies, she didn't care. I was told that I could give them the baby to raise if I was finding it so hard to be alone. Okay, this woman thinks that she can steal O.P.'s man and her baby. Yeah, she can go pound

sand. O.P., you get zero out of five buttholes. Am I the butthole because my adult daughter lives for free with us and she wants us to pay to upgrade Wi-Fi for her? We love our daughter and we have a good relationship. She had a breakup and moved home in July temporarily. We're more than happy to help out and she can stay as long as she needs to, but she's complaining about our Wi-Fi coverage and how it's affecting her ability to do her job remotely. She can be pretty frugal and has asked us to pay for an extender that will cover her bedroom. We said no way after laughing a little bit. To be fair, our AT&T Wi-Fi has always been spotty at either end of our large home, so we can understand her issue. However, she's a grown woman with a good job making good money and has

significant savings, significantly ahead of where others are at her age. My wife and I are retired empty nesters, and our Wi-Fi works perfectly well for us. She has other options to connect, but doesn't like to work there due to furniture or lack of windows. We can afford to do whatever we want with our house, but we find it off-putting that she wouldn't just buy or rent the extender and be done with it. We don't charge rent, we pay for groceries, and we cook or provide dinner six days a week. She cooks once a week. We believe that her asking and expecting us to pay for this since it's our house is over the top. Mind you, we're also paying for a family vacation, flights, hotel, rental car, attractions, tickets, meals in a month. We get the children get

used to parents paying for everything, but this one has us alternatively laughing out loud and scratching our heads. She refuses to pay anything for the extender on principle, so I guess it's on principle that we're refusing. Are we the buttholes? My first job I ever got was at Subway and I think I was probably 15 or 16 years old and the entire reason why I got it

was because I wanted to play Final Fantasy 11 which requires good internet and my dad would not spring for good internet. So I said, screw you dad nicely. I have a good relationship with my dad I'll make my own money. So I got a job at Subway and I would

go to Subway, make sandwiches and then come home and play Final Fantasy 11. Even at the age of 16, which is a full decade younger than the woman in this story, who's listed to be 29 years old, I understood how the world works. So what excuse does she have at 29? I can understand her not wanting to buy stuff for the house. That does actually make sense. Like if OP wanted a new sofa, then she shouldn't have to buy the new sofa because it's for the house.

But the thing about a range extender is that she could buy it and then take it with her to her new house slash apartment when she moves out. O.P., you get zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving your dumb daughter one out of five buttholes. That was our slash am I the butthole. And if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.