rSlash - r/AITA for Keeping My $2,000,000 Lottery Winnings?

Episode Date: June 8, 2026

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Welcome to R-slash Am I the Butthole, where OP wins 4 million smackaroos in the lottery. Am I the butthole for not giving my parents half of my lottery winnings? I won approximately 4 million pounds earlier this year from the lotto. Currently, the money is diversified into several index funds. I was planning on giving my parents 750 pounds as a thank you. But when I mentioned that as a counteroffer, they got mad. and started calling me selfish. I'm a 19-year-old guy, and my parents are 49 and 47. Without going into too much detail and making this longer than necessary, I only waited around a week before I told my

parents. They were excited, and so was I. It was all going fine, until they started talking about the money as if it was theirs. They were talking about retiring, going on holiday, buying a boat and a new car, traveling the world, etc. I asked them how much they experienced. to have, stone cold face, and they say half. I understand that with giving half, having two million pounds left is already enough, but why should they be entitled to that? I know that they're my parents and we've had a great relationship. To me, 750K seems like it's enough, and they already have their own savings and a paid-off mortgage. So, am I the butthole for refusing to give my parents half my winnings? What I want to know is, in what universe is handing someone,

750K a butthole move. That's a borderline life-changing amount of money for most people. And what? You're supposed to be a bad guy because you didn't add 1.25 million on top of that? No way, man. Am I the butthole for telling my dad that he can't invite his girlfriend to my graduation because my mom paid for the trip? I'm a 22-year-old woman, and I'm graduating college in two weeks. My parents divorced when I was 12. They're civil now, but they're not friends. I love my dad. But he's always been the parent who shows up if it's easy. My mom was the one who showed up when it was not. She worked extra shifts, drove me everywhere, helped with forms,

cried with me when I almost dropped out, and somehow still made me feel like I was not a burden. My graduation is seven hours from home, and I only get four guest tickets. I invited my mom, my dad, my younger brother, and my grandma. My grandma helped raise me when my mom was struggling, so having her there matters a lot. My mom booked an Airbnb months ago for herself, my brother, my grandma, and me.

She also paid for the rental car and gas because my brother and grandma could not afford the trip. My dad said that he would drive himself and get a cheap motel. Then last month, he said money was tight and he might not come. I tried to act like I understood, but I was hurt. My mom quietly offered to pay for one hotel night so that he could still be there. She said, you deserve both parents there, even though I know it could. cost her more than just money. Last week, my dad called, sounding excited, and said his girlfriend Kara got the weekend off

and was coming too. They've been dating eight months. I've met her twice. She's not evil or anything, but she's not close to me. At my brother's birthday dinner, she kept calling herself the bonus mom now, and my brother looked like he wanted to disappear. I asked my dad what he meant by that, and he said she wanted to support me and was basically family. I told him I did not have a ticket for her. He said that she could still come to dinner,

take pictures, and hang out at the Airbnb. I said no, because the Airbnb was paid for by my mom, for the people I invited. He said that Kara wouldn't mind sleeping on the couch. That honestly made me snap a little. I told him the couch was not the point. The point was that my mom paid so that he could come watch his daughter graduate, not so that he could turn it into a couple's weekend. He got upset and said that my mom always gets to be the main parent, and he just wanted someone there so that he wouldn't feel awkward. I told him this weekend wasn't about making him comfortable. It was about me graduating, and I wanted one weekend where my mom wasn't expected to swallow her feelings and fix everyone else's. He said that if care wasn't welcome, then maybe he should

just stay home. I said that was his choice, but I was not giving up my brothers or my grandma's spot, and I was not asking my mom to host his girlfriend. Now, my aunt says that I humiliated him and made Kara feel unwanted. My dad texted, I hope making your point was worth it. My mom says she supports me, but I can tell she feels guilty. I do want my dad there. I just hate that even my graduation has somehow turned into everyone worrying about his feelings.

O.P., your dad has ranked you, I think, third. And first is money. It's being a broke dad. That's the most important thing to him. Second is his girlfriend. And then third is you. So don't feel guilty about his little blow-up. He could put you in the number one spot, but he just chooses not to. Am I the butthole for refusing to pay for my in-laws private flights twice?

My wife and I are totally non-contact with her three sisters. We're all in our mid-to-late 60s. They took almost $25,000 from us and refused to pay it back. One of them trashed our condo after we let her stay there while she was getting back on her feet. They lie and cheat. They steal. Over the years, they've said hateful things to my children. We're dreading the next time we see them, which will likely be when one of my parents-in-law passes away.

So our daughter, who's 33, is getting married this summer. She desperately wants her grandparents to be there. She's named after her grandma and is very close to her grandpa. Sadly, they're both in their mid-90s and in failing health in Florida, and the wedding is in New York City, which is everyone's hometown. There's just no way they could drive or fly commercially, and they, my wife and daughter, were heartbroken. My brother-in-law did very well in construction, and I run a successful business. So, working together with a friend in aviation, we found someone willing to fly them to Teterboro

and leave them for two weeks. To say that everyone involved was joyful would be an understatement. And then the sisters got involved. Unbeknownst to us, one of our nephews is also planning to get married this summer. The daughter's wedding was scheduled for July 18th, and her grandparents were scheduled to fly up right after the 4th. Well, guess what? After learning about our plans, these B-words scheduled nephew's wedding for, wait for it, July the 11th, the Saturday before our daughter's wedding, specifically so that they could take advantage

of the grandparents being there. It pissed me off, but I'm not in charge of my in-laws, and they'll be here anyway, so screw it. Until last week, my daughter got a call from the venue, and due to infrastructure repair issues, they need to close for a week in June, which throws off their booking schedule. They offered her a great deal if she would move the date. Yeah, it's late, but my daughter and fiancé are both attorneys, so they negotiated a deal that would save almost 12K on their ridiculously overpriced wedding. The save the dates have gone out, but not the invitations. And since the venue is handling catering and decor, everything but the band, they agreed to move it to an open date in August. Makes no difference to me. I called my brother-in-law

and his buddy with the plane and moved everything accordingly. That's when these B-words went insane. After years of nothing, they called, texted, you named it, screaming that were ruining their wedding, that were punishing my nephew for something that he has nothing to do with, and demanded that we honor the first flight and pay for the grandparents to attend both weddings. We literally laughed out loud, told them to go F themselves and re-blocked them on every platform. They then sent their proxies after us, cousins, aunts, and uncles, saying that we're making things worse by prioritizing money over reconciling with the sisters. I told them to F off too. Still, I wonder if I'm the butthole.

We don't want grandma and grandpa to miss anything in the autumn of their lives, but it's not my fault their sneaky plan blew up in their faces. So I ask you, am I the butthole for not paying for two flights? Okay, we gotta say the obvious thing. If the sisters want a private flight for the grandparents, then why don't they pay for it? Very simple solution there. But also, you know, I've never done a private flight,

so I actually don't know what they're like. But how is a private flight any more or less accommodating to a very old couple than just like first class or even just economy? Like, I don't understand why they say it's impossible to drive them or it's impossible to fly them. Why is it impossible to fly them? I mean, I could be wrong. Maybe there is a legitimate reason. Like, maybe they're so contagious that being in a airplane with other people means they'll catch a cold and die, I guess. But, you know, from an outsider's perspective, giving them a private flight.

flight really feels like overkill. Am I the butthole for refusing to sign off on four volunteer hours for a teen who was only there for less than an hour? We had a community cleanup in our neighborhood last Saturday near the park. Nothing major, just picking up trash, etc. I was helping out as a volunteer. A lot of teens came to earn volunteer hours for school. The rule's simple. You show up, sign in, do the work, and at the end, I sign a sheet with actual time. One guy showed up with his mom around 915. Cleaning started at 9. He signed in, grabbed gloves in a trash bag, took a couple of photos by the supplies table, and hit it towards the trail. About 20 minutes later, I noticed he wasn't in any of the groups. I didn't go looking for him because I'm not a babysitter. I just thought that

maybe he was with another team. But all the groups were handing in their bags to me, and I didn't see him again. Around 1230, when we were already wrapping up, he showed up again with an iced coffee in his hand. His mom came up to me with a school form and asked me to sign for four hours. I told her I couldn't. According to what I saw, he was there for less than an hour. I agreed to sign for 45 minutes or one hour max, but not four. She immediately got tense and said that he was around and helping somewhere further down the trail. I said that if one of the team leads confirmed it, I'd sign for more, but I couldn't do it without that. She lowered her voice and said, he needed those hours for a school requirement. Otherwise, he'd be in trouble. I said it felt strange to me

to sign for something that didn't happen. The guy stood there silently, didn't say anything, and was staring at his phone. Afterwards, his mom said that I was humiliating him in public, though there were almost no people. I replied that I wasn't calling him lazy or anything like that. I just wouldn't sign for four hours if he hadn't actually worked them. I ended up signing one hour and seeing him and his mom angrily leave the park. Now I'm not sure about my decision and even feel myself a bit cruel, but it seems to me that volunteer hours will lose their meaning if we all would show up, take a picture, and ask parents to ask other people to sign the paper. The fact that the mother immediately jumped in to protect her son means that she most likely knew that he wasn't there

for a full four hours. Otherwise, the natural response would be for her to turn to the sun and be like, Hey, what happened? Were you actually not here for four hours? But now, she knew what was up. She probably picked him up and drove him off for three hours, got the coffee, and then drove back. I think I see where this kid has picked up his entitlement. O.P., you get zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving the mom and son one out of five buttholes. Am I the butthole for not cooking my husband's breakfast anymore? 75% of the time, I have to wake my husband up with a breakfast. Otherwise, he sleeps half the day. He's a firefighter, so he has weird hours to begin with. It's the only way to get him out of bed and moving.

Instead of him being grateful and thankful for not having to be an adult for the first 45 minutes of the day like the rest of us, he criticizes whatever I make if it's not perfect, and I mean perfect. So after these morning comments of, the eggs are dry, why do you overcook your eggs? I just had enough. I don't have anyone cooking for me or waking me up with the princess treatment, so I said, you can cook your breakfast from now on. You're acting like a spoiled brat. He says that he's allowed to have an opinion if he's being served dog shit.

Wow. He didn't eat the eggs. He took one bite of the homemade apple turnover and threw it all away and microwaved a Jimmy Dean biscuit. Mind you, I'm an excellent cook legitimately. Yesterday's breakfast was sausage, eggs, and banana foster homemade buttermilk pancakes. Even the buttermilk and butter were homemade. Like, am I really the butthole here? God, I'm so fed up.

Yo, O.P.'s out here with what? How do you even make butter? A butter churner? She's out here, churning butter, and he's like, that's all you got, that's the best you can do. I'd rather microwave a frozen meal. Yo, what's this guy's issue? I think this guy doesn't hate the breakfast.

The breakfast sounds genuinely delicious. I think he just hates you, O.P. And besides, if he hates your breakfast, why would he even want you to serve it to him? Let the guy microwave his own meals. O.P., you get an easy, peasy, zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving your husband 2.5 out of five but holes. That was R slash Am I the Butthole.

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