rSlash - r/AITA for Refusing to Share My Lottery Winnings

Episode Date: June 4, 2026

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My elder sister lets her husband spend anywhere from $400, even $800 a month on scratch-off tickets. Jeez, Louise. He buys the $20 and $50 tickets. At the same time, he does that, both he and my sister will complain to other family members and anyone that'll listen that they're struggling financially. My brother-in-law, who's 35, rode with me to a gas station. Once there, he proceeded to waste $520 on scratch-offs, which were all duds. Seeing me silently judge him, he told me to stop being a stick in the mud and buy a ticket.

So I pulled a single dollar bill out and bought the Halloween-themed scratch-off. This all took place in October 2025. As I was lamenting to him on how much money he wastes every month, I finished scratching off the ticket, only to find that one of my matching numbers was above a $10,000 winning. Upon further inspection, I'd forgotten to scratch the double area. When I did, it came out to times two, to which the kind cashier confirmed that meant that I'd won $20,000. My brother-in-law immediately cycled through emotions before demanding I hand the ticket over for him to see. Then making a scene in the gas station when I asked to borrow a pen and started filling out the back of the cart.

From there, chaos rained down on me, as not only did my brother-in-law, but also my sister as well, attempt to gaslight me into at least splitting the winnings with them. I told them no. Fast forward a few days now, and my parents, who are in their late 60s, are gaslighting me into forking over 10K of the lottery winnings. I tell them no. Fast forward again, and in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner at my parents' place, they, along with my sister, or brother-in-law, and other siblings, start verbally cornering me about money. Now, not only do they still want 10K for me, but my other siblings want some as well, with my eldest brother

attempting to convince me to pay for a family vacation. I again turn them all down, which of course turns into everyone calling me selfish and a butthole, amongst other colorful words. So, am I the butthole for not forking over my scratch-off winnings? Did any of these people asking for money contribute to the ticket? They pay 50 cents, 25 cents, even one penny towards the ticket? If no, then they can go pound sand. Man, I wake up every day. Grateful to the heavens above that I do not have a gambling addiction. I don't see the appeal of it at all. You know, those people who win like, you know, 50 million dollars? You know where that 50 million dollars comes from? Losers! Every single dollar comes from losers who never get to see the money come back. And if I buy a lottery

ticket, that's all I'm doing is I'm giving half my money to the next winner and half my money to the state or whatever. Am I the butthole for humiliating my ex's new girlfriend in front of our friend group? I'm a 22-year-old woman and I broke up with my 24-year-old boyfriend around eight months ago. We decided to mutually call it quits and parted on pretty good terms, which is good because we just so happened to share a friend group. After a rough patch, I decided to start taking a bit more care of myself, eating better, going to the gym, going to therapy. The shift was pretty evident, both in my attitude and the way I look. My friends said that I looked much happier and healthier, and I began gaining confidence little by little. Now, I'm a huge nerd. I play D&D weekly,

I have thousands of hours in Stolaris, and I like to cosplay as a hobby. Most of my old cosplay-involved characters that don't show their face or body too much, like Hornet from Hollow Night, Mono from Little Nightmares, etc. But since I'd been feeling more confident, I decided that for the big convention in my city, I'd like to try something different. A friend convinced me of going as Viper and Chamber from Ballarin, so for the past six months, we've been pouring most of our free time into the cosplays. Three weeks ago, I sent a picture of me wearing the cosplay to the group chat asking for feedback for the finer details. My ex-imed immediately deamed me asking me to please not wear that cosplay to the convention because it might make his new girlfriend uncomfortable.

I asked, what about it would make her uncomfortable? But he refused to elaborate. I knew he was dating someone new, but I didn't know that she was coming with us to the convention. I tried to explain to him that this was the work of months, and I couldn't just throw it all away just because a girl I'd never met felt uncomfortable about it. In the end, I wore it to the con and it was a huge success. I tried to keep my distance from the larger chunk of our group because my ex and his new girl were with them, but we did spend a good part of the day with them. Throughout the whole thing, the new girl kept making snide comments at me and laughing whenever I got asked to pose for pictures.

Everyone looked uncomfortable, but nobody said anything. After leaving the con to have dinner, though, another friend asked the new girl if she wouldn't like to try cosplay as well. Her answer was, why would I need more attention from guys? I already have a boyfriend. I'm not a slut. I snapped and told her to stop acting like a pick-me-b word just because I got attention all day. She started to cry immediately. My ex stepped in and asked me to apologize. I tell him, I'll only do it if she apologizes for the way that she's been acting around me all day. More and more, our friends start to join the screaming match. And it gets so bad, we end up getting kicked out of the restaurants. It's been five days, and my ex is threatening to leave the friend group if I don't apologize. I honestly wouldn't care if he did, but some of our friends are asking me to do so to stop him from leaving. Should I cave? Am I the butthole? Just for quick context, for people who don't know who Viper is from Valerant, her outfit is like, I'd say probably six or seven out of ten on the sexy scale. She's not like, you know, flaunting cleavage and a thong. She's covered head to

So this is a relatively non-threatening cosplay. That said, if you don't want to see people in cosplay, maybe don't go to a gaming slash anime convention? Literally the one spot in the world where you expect to see people in cosplay, you morons. O.P., I think your ex and your ex's new girlfriend are very stupid and self-obsessed. You get zero out of five buttholes. Will I be the butthole for repeatedly telling someone that she eats babies? I'm a 58-year-old man and my partner is a 41-year-old man.

When my partner and I ordered veal, a friend, 69-year-old woman, of my husband said that she wouldn't be having the veal because she doesn't eat babies. After the three of us got our meals, she again announced that she doesn't eat veal or lamb because she doesn't eat babies. And she went on to enjoy her chicken. I liked the veal, but her remark was untimely to say the least. She visited a few months later, and for some reason, she announced her stance again, even though we weren't having lamb or veal. Later, when my partner said that she would be visiting again, I decided to do some research. I discovered that chickens are killed younger than lambs and calves are for their meats, both in absolute terms and as a proportion of their natural lifespan. Lo and behold, at an afternoon gathering with various other people, a wedding menu was discussed, and she proclaimed,

I don't eat babies yet again. I said, but you eat chicken. So? I said, they're only around six weeks old when they're slaughtered for meat. No, they're not. They're fully grown. No, that's just because of how they're bred and fed. I don't want to hear it.

I don't want to hear it. Shut up. I shut up so as to not cause more of a scene. Months go by and she visits again. I swear her, I don't eat babies' stance must be core to her identity. because, I kid you not, she announces it again. I'm seething inside, but I don't say anything. I can't seem to let this go.

She says it in a way that to me comes across as so morally superior, which I could possibly tolerate if I believe that it were true. Here's what I want to do. Will I be the butthole for doing it? Next time she comes over, I want to say with authority, you either stop eating chicken or you stop saying I don't eat babies. If you continue to do both, you're a liar. Okay, the age range of the people involved in this is 41 to 69.

You guys are too old to be having the stupid high school drama over chicken. If you don't like her, if she's annoying you, stop going to dinner with her. But still, that being said, I'm on your side, O.P. If you want to call her out for her obvious hypocrisy, then go for it. All I ask is that you don't do it when she's hosting a meal, because if you do it at her house, then yeah, that would kind of make you a butthole a little bit, I think. Am I the butthole for calling my daughter's assorted boyfriends baskin robins? My youngest daughter Sarah, who's 17, has a Disney princess-style romantic

side to her. She wants her fairy tale relationship, and like J.G. Wentworth, she wants it now. Admittedly, she has the example that my wife and I set for her. We have an absolutely wonderful marriage. My wife is my best friend, and the house is always full of laughter. The problem is that my daughter wants that, at the age of 17, which I've tried to tell her is not a realistic expectation. This desire has led to a veritable string of pseudo-boyfriends over the last two years. Don't ask me for a count, because I honestly don't know. It was enough that I'd made a comment to my wife that until one of them actually has two brain cells to rub together and sticks around, I'm not going to learn their names, and they're all going to be Baskin-Robbins to me since they're the flavor of the week. Now, I love an adorable

my daughter. She's incredibly sweet, kind, and has an absolutely manic, goofy side to her. She often reminds me of Gilda Radner during her Saturday night live stint. But in matters of the heart and actual love, she has no experience because of her age. And any conversation with her regarding it ends in some variation of, you just don't understand, dad, being thrown out. To my mom and dad, if you ever read this, I'm genuinely sorry for everything I put you through as a teenager. I told my Baskin-Robbins joke to a friend of mine recently, and she got visibly heated and said that I was a butthole for this, saying that it made my daughter out to be some kind of whore, which absolutely blindsided me. I've always viewed the joke as a reflection on the teenage male experience,

not my daughter. So, Reddit, I leave it to you. Am I the butthole? Down in the comments, throwing it away really says it best. O.P. wrote, But in matters of the heart and actual love, she has no experience because of of her age. Yet, you're making a joke out of her gaining that sort of experience. What is with this boomer-style nonsense of simultaneously thinking your kids are naive for not having enough life experience, but also demeaning them doing things to gain that experience? You're the butthole. Yeah, I know, right? In O.P.'s' eyes, his daughter is either naive or a whore, or, in this case, I guess actually both at the same time, somehow. Am I the

butthole for not contributing to a tuition fee? I'm 48 years old. My husband has a daughter from his first marriage. She's 22. She never wanted to have a relationship with me, and I've always been careful with her. I never tried to be her mother. I stayed in my lane and kept things respectful. Our relationship was always distant, but fine. She wants to go to grad school. My husband saved a specific amount for this purpose. It was meant for a local university. She suddenly changed her mind and applied to an expensive school, which my husband claims that he doesn't know, and she got in. The tuition there is double what my husband saved. He told her clearly that is out of his budget. She didn't seem to care too much about it, and she just expected the money to appear. This stressed

my husband a lot, so my husband has been discussing the tuition gap. I have some personal inheritance money that I keep separate. I've saved this to buy a house together. My husband has asked me if I could cover the difference for his daughter. I told him, no. I didn't feel that it was my responsibility, as we agreed to keep this part separate. I could see how he was stressed out about it, so I agreed to think about it. I believe he talked to his sister at one point and told her about our conversation. Two days later, my sister-in-law told the daughter that I was paying for the school. The daughter called me out of nowhere. She was suddenly very warm and thanked me over the phone. I was completely confused. I told her straight out that there was a misunderstanding. I told her I'm not

paying for it. The call went cold immediately. The conversation felt that it went to zero to a hundred suddenly. She said she always knew that I didn't care about her future. She said that I was hoarding money just to be cruel. She went on a rant and mentioned how I'm controlling her with the money. A few choice words were said and I called her entitled. I feel completely blindsided. She She only showed me warmth when she thought she was getting my money. She's ignored me for years before this. Now my husband is acting quiet. He says he understands my choice, but his silence feels heavy.

I can tell he expects me to just cave and pay it to keep the peace. My sister-in-law made this mess, and now I look like the villain. I have the funds, but the entitlement makes me sick. I refuse to back down during the argument and told her she needs to grow up. What should I do here if there's no middle ground in this? Oh, well, this is easy. You tell your daughter-in-law to go get a student loan, like 90% of students out there.

This isn't make or break. It's not like if you don't pay, then she can't go to college. She could always go to a cheaper college. Or she could always take out a loan. Or she could always, I don't know, get a job. This is solidly not your problem. What I want to know is, why can't the sister-in-law pay the other half? Why is it your responsibility if the sister-in-law cares so much?

O.P., you get zero out of five buttholes. Everyone else gets two out of five buttholes. Am I the butthole for processing a hit and run through insurance? So a couple of weeks ago, I was sideswiped in my neighborhood by a car. I honked at them, but they kept driving. I called the police to report. Thankfully, I have a dash cam, so I took a picture of the car, and I posted it on our neighborhood Facebook group,

and I found the person and messaged them. Now, I would have been fine for them to just pay for the damage. It wasn't a lot. Insurance estimate put it at $1,500. But they started questioning if they really hit me, so I was like, I don't need to mess with this. And I gave their information to the police to update the police report so that I could then give it to my insurance. The officer told me that since the report had already moved to the next step, it would be a hit and run. So he couldn't just add the information as if he did it the day of.

The parents of the person who hit me obviously think that I'm the butthole and they told me as such. One of my neighbors whom I was telling about this says that I'm the butthole because the driver was actually the teenage son who had his learner's permit and a hit and run is serious. And she says that my car is old enough that the scratch and dent don't matter that much. But I and my partner think if they didn't want to get the penalty for a hit and run, they shouldn't have hit and run. If they had just stopped, it would have been better for. for them. Now it sucks that it's really the parents' fault who didn't tell them to stop,

but that still isn't my responsibility. If you don't want to do the time, don't do the crime. I realize that makes me sound very square, but that's just the facts, man. The dude did a hit and run and too bad so sad. Honestly, this is the best time in life to learn that lesson, because this was a non-serious hit and run. If he had a much more serious hit and run that was, you know, much more expensive or potentially dangerous, then the dude could go to jail. Now he's just going to get a slap on the wrist. If they didn't want to hit and run on their record, they should have just forked over the money. O.P., you get zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving the hit and runner two out of five buttholes. That was our slash

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