rSlash - r/AITA Because I Hate My Parents' Guts?

Episode Date: January 29, 2026

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Welcome to R-slash Am I the Butthole, where O.P.'s adult son expects a $5 million inheritance. Am I the butthole because I didn't make sure my son has an inheritance? I'm a 55-year-old man, and I have one biological child, a 29-year-old guy, and two stepchildren, a 16-year-old boy and 12-year-old girl. My wife's first husband was killed in an accident while on his way to work offshore. Her husband had a very large life insurance policy, which she was the sole beneficiary of. He traveled overseas at times and one of the oil companies he sometimes did work for required it, so his employer paid for it. It was for one million pounds with triple indemnity.

She ended up with slightly over $5 million from that policy alone. They had a smaller policy, which they paid for themselves, worth nearly a million dollars, which she was also the sole beneficiary of. She and her children got settlements from his company, and she also gets monthly Social Security survivor benefits for her children. She has all this money invested and gets periodic payments from it. All of that is her separate property. My wife bought and maintains the house we live in with her separate money, so it's hers alone. We spend our salaries on our cars and living expenses and vacations, stuff like that. About a month ago, my son mentioned that he was expecting that he would get half of our house and her kids would each get 25% when we died. He also thought that I,

and therefore he, was entitled to part of her separate property. I explained to him that the house is hers, paid for by her income from her separate property, and that her children would inherit the house, and that all of her investments are also separate and I have no claim to them. He initially expressed concern for me in the case that I outlived her. She had granted me the right to use the house and that I would get a monthly income from her investments, but that her children would inherit the house and money after we both died. I explained that we keep our salaries separate. She pays 100% of the house and upkeep. Anything that benefits us and the kids is split, with her paying 75% and me paying 25%. If it benefits only her and I, we split at 50-50.

Sometimes she pays everything if it's something that's mostly for the kids' benefits. Like if we go on a vacation, she'll pay for accommodations and activities, and we'll just split the food. If you count all of her salary, my salary is only about 20% of our combined income. My son blew up and said that I should have insisted that we use our salaries to pay for the house and put it in both of our names, and I should have made her spend her money on other expenses. He's very angry that I'm pissing all my money away on my stepchildren, and he currently isn't speaking to me and is refusing to come over all during the holidays. Am I the butthole for not negotiating with my wife to make sure that he had a bigger inheritance? He will get something. He'll definitely get a whole life policy, $25,000,

and whatever cash I have in my checking account, usually a few thousand dollars. O.P., your son is showing some really disgusting, uncomfortable entitlement here. I'm giving you zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving your son two out of five. Am I the butthole for telling my parents, I hate them, and I hope they enjoy being alone with my sister when I turn 18. I'm a 17-year-old guy, and I have a 15-year-old sister with the same parents. Our family has always been difficult. My sister was diagnosed with oppositional defiant disorder young, and then she was diagnosed with intermittent explosive disorder and another behavior disorder when she got a little older.

The people she has the biggest issues with are me, dad, and our maternal grandma. She's not as bad with mom as the rest of us, but she doesn't listen to anyone in authority, and she was always in trouble for not listening to teachers or other adults in charge. She's been so violent since she was six that our grandma had to say that she could no longer take care of the two of us after school. She was willing to keep taking care of me so that I could get a break, and my sister would have one less victim. But my parents said no way. Either she takes both of us or none. So dad quit his job and stayed home to juggle everything with my sister. They got calls from her school daily and she was expelled from four different schools because of her violence and behavioral issues.

Child protective services were in and out of the house and my sister has been sent to facilities for extra help for kids with her kind of issues. But she never came back any different and she steadily gets worse every year. I've been in and out of the emergency room a few times. A few months. A few months ago, I got so tired of everything that I went to my grandma's house and I planned to stay forever. But I was forced back home and CPS and the judge didn't think I needed to be removed from the home. My parents really restricted grandma's access to us too because they were mad that she went along with it. The caseworker basically let my parents off the hook because they have a lock on my bedroom door. But my sister has broken through 11 locks in the last couple of years

on my door alone. She also broke our parents' lock and their bedroom door a couple of times. My mom always acts like I'm being so dramatic because I tell them I don't want to be afraid to sleep or let my guard down when my sister's home. But again, frequent emergency room visits for me and she has crazy strength when she gets really angry. She's not afraid to be violent in front of other people and she has no respect for anyone. I've been struggling with my anger issues since I was forced to move back in. I hate seeing my parents' faces, and when they act like I'm not supposed to be angry, it makes it worse. We got into a fight two nights ago because I stay out of the house all day, basically, and I work my butt off, so I have a good reason not to be here. They told me I can't

keep avoiding my family, and running away was never a good answer, and I lost it. I told them I blame them if anything ever happens to me, and I hate them, and I hope they enjoy being on their own with my sister when I turned 18, because just like grandma, I'll be done and they won't be able to do anything about it. They acted like I wished actual harm on them or something because they freaked out when I said it, but the thing is, I meant what I said. I want nothing to do with them or my sister. I'd never let her back in the house if it was my choice. She freaks me out with how violent she gets, and other people got violent back with her and it did nothing to make her back off. She just attacked them harder. Am I the butthole? Unfortunately, some parents when they have a kid with behavioral issues will pour all

their love and attention into that kid and straight up neglect the other, which is clearly what's happening here. I can sympathize with the parents in the sense that they, you know, want the best for their daughter and they want the daughter to be involved and taken care of in her daily life, but they can't do that at the expense of their son. O.P., prepare yourself for a quick exit on your 18th birthday. I recommend letting your grandma hold on to your money from your job, because if it's in a joint bank account, your parents may hold your money hostage.

O.P., you get zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving your parents, I think, three out of five buttholes. Maybe 3.5, a little higher? Am I the butthole for refusing to talk to my fiancé after she secretly replaced my wedding dress with a cheap copy to save her money? I'm a 27-year-old guy and my fiancé is 27. We're getting married in February. In our culture, the groom buys the bride's wedding dress and the bride buys the groom's wedding dress.

The groom's dress is called Shirwani, and the bride's one is called Lahenga. To keep things fair, the price range for each dress is decided in advance. We're a little sentimental for wedding clothes, so we decided to go for a higher end and choose. a popular wedding attire brand. We did all the shopping together. She picked this Lahinga of her choice and I found a marvelous piece of Shirwani. My choice was a little more expensive than hers, but it was still within the price range that we'd set. Both of us agreed and finalized the clothes. We didn't bring them home immediately because they needed some customizations according to our body measurements. She was supposed to pick my dress when it's

ready after a few days and send it to my home around one month before the wedding. I had to do the same thing, and I did. I received my Shirwani from her two days ago. My whole family was excited. We had a close look and tried it on multiple times, when I realized that, although it looks very similar, it was not the dress I picked. The quality was not up to the mark. Stitching and finishing was nowhere near as good as the one that I'd seen in the showroom. There was no brand tag behind the collar, too. At first, I assumed that we got played by the seller, but I contacted the seller first, or everything, and my plan of confronting the seller. But the seller tried to make me believe that it was the same, that she checked it before sending it to me. Basically, she got kind of anxious when I was

hell-bent on going to the showroom. In the end, the seller confessed that it was indeed not the same dress. But it's not the seller's mistake, that my fiancee basically picked a cheaper copy and sent it to me, because even though we set the same price range for our dresses, she presumed that my dress would be less costlier than hers. And women's clothes are generally heavier and fancier here. And she thought the Sherwani I selected was good, but not worth the price. I asked my fiance in a lightly pissed tone why she didn't share her views before the purchase, and she had no solid answer. For clarity, we both earned decently, and the price range was mutually fixed. She frequently spends money on what I feel are expensive makeup products. I picked up the dress and went to her

home, showed her how different it is from my original, how disrespectful, heartbreaking, and trust-breaking it is to secretly change your partner's wedding dress just to save some cash. I was super disappointed, left that dress at her place, and came back home. We've had no contact since then. I believe she's the one very wrong here, so she should reach out to me. My family was initially hurt too, but now they've started to say not to overreact as it might come to our wedding. In my Am I the butthole for still taking my stand? Lying and deceit is a really terrible way to start a marriage. And also just in general, I mean, you don't want to lie like this in the dating phase or during the married phase either.

So, O.P, you should make some hard decisions about whether or not this is the type of person you really want to be married to. You get zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving your wife 1.5 out of five buttholes. Am I the butthole for questioning my engagement after my fiancé got mad at me for drinking wild? pregnant? And pregnant here is in quotation marks. So I'm a 22-year-old woman, and I recently got engaged to my fiance, a 23-year-old guy. We're both still living at home to save money to eventually get our own place. I still live with my parents, but I stay at his place most nights because it's closer to work and just easier. So this New Year's Eve, we were at his parents' house with family and a few

friends. Nothing crazy, just a normal family get-together. His aunt was passing out champagne to everyone and asked me if I wanted some. But before I could even respond, my fiancee reached out and took the glass. I kind of thought it was weird, but I just ignored it because he can be oblivious sometimes. I ended up just going to the kitchen and pouring myself a drink. When I got back to the living room, he immediately noticed my drink and asked pretty loudly, Is that alcohol? I said yes, and he started getting really upset. He said he couldn't believe I would do that, that he thought that I was more responsible and I was being reckless. I was obviously confused and asked what he was even talking about.

He said something like, you're really going to mess things up before they even start? You're going to hurt the baby. The room went quiet and I was so embarrassed. I was thinking he must be drunk or something. I asked him, what baby? He said he knew that I was pregnant and that he'd been trying to do the right thing. He said he found a pregnancy test in the bathroom weeks ago.

And that's why he's been watching what I eat and drink and why he proposed. He said he was stepping up. Then he said he didn't know if he had made a mistake if this was the kind of mother I was going to be. I was literally so shocked and humiliated. I told him, I'm not pregnant, but he just told me that I don't need to lie. To be clear, I am not pregnant. I ended up leaving and coming to my parents' house that night. I haven't been to his place since.

He keeps trying to reach out to me to talk about it, but I'm not ready. That brings us to last night. My fiancé's mom messaged me and asked me to come over and talk. She says relationships take effort, and I shouldn't ruin my relationship over a little misunderstanding. I don't know what to do. I love my fiance, but I can't stop thinking if he never thought I was pregnant, would he have even proposed to me? I'm really rethinking the whole relationship. Then OP posted an update.

So a bunch of comments are asking about the pregnancy test that my fiance found. I don't know why I didn't even question that when he said it. I think I was just in shock. I've never taken a pregnancy test at his house. So I don't know if he saw something else and thought that it was a pregnancy test or if he's just being crazy and making it up. I just messaged his mom back and I'm going to go over there and talk and figure out what I want to do. Down in the comments, people are speculating about who could be pregnant and someone

brings up the possibility that it's probably just a COVID test, which is a hilarious cause for ending a relationship over. In any event, O.P., you get zero out of five buttholes. Am I the butthole for only doing the bare minimum when I got roped into babysitting? My sister, who's 38, invited me over for a family meal. Our parents were there too. After dinner, my mom and I helped clean up while my dad and brother-in-law watched my nieces and nephew. Afterwards, my parents left. Then, my sister and brother-in-law asked me if I could watch the kids for an hour while they went for a quick errand. I agreed. They got very dressed up for their errands, but I didn't ask. They've done this before. I didn't usually have anything going on, so I don't really mind. Today, I was clear that I had plans,

and one hour was my limit. My sister agreed to one hour. After an hour, I called and she didn't answer. Half an hour later, I texted my friends and said that I couldn't make it. Then I proceeded to keep the kids alive. I felt I owed her that as a family. Did I put them to sleep? Nope. Did I make them a snack rather than let them use the stove? Yes. Did I keep the little one from drawing on the walls while his older brother played Fortnite and the middle kid watched stranger things with me? Nope. I kept them alive. My sister got home a little after 1 a.m. My nephew was still playing Fortnite. The middle kid and I were binging stranger things. The little one was passed out on their bed. I got up and left. I've been hearing about it for a few days now about how irresponsible I am.

That 12 years old is too young for such a scary show, that my nephew has limited screen time, that they still haven't gotten the drawings off the walls. My parents are getting involved as well. I really don't care. I was told one hour, I agreed to one hour. I feel that I did a great job for that one hour. Not really my problem after that, so four people think I'm being the butthole. Three kids had a great night And I think they won't try this again Well, O.P, the first step is asking nicely Doesn't work, then sometimes you have to ask

rudely. And if that doesn't work, you have to tell them rudely or show them rudely, which is exactly what happened here. O.P., you get zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving your sister and brother-in-law 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.