rSlash - r/AITA He Tried to STOMP on My Dog!

Episode Date: April 20, 2026

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I moved to Seattle for work, and I have a five-year-old spaniel, Daisy. For the last few months, I've been taking her to a new park. It's a fun little trip. A few days ago, I took her to a new park in Redmond and was walking. walking around. An older woman, maybe 60s or 70s, was walking with a younger man, maybe 20s, and she said my dog was cute and asked if she could say hi. I let her and Daisy enjoyed it. She asked if her son could say hi and let me know that he was special needs and I said sure. He came up to her and stuck his hand out and she rubbed her face on it. For your information, Daisy is sweet to everyone. She would be friendly if someone was robbing me. Anyways, the guy

pulls back and yells, Ew! And tries to stomp on it. I freak out and pull her back. Then I pick Daisy up and back up and tell the woman to control her kid. I'm seething. She starts apologizing, says it's never happened before. I back up more and tell her to tell him to back off because he's still staring me down. Then he darts at us, like a mix of Naruto run and attack on Titan. Now, I'm bigger and a couple of inches taller than he is, but the run freaked me out and he was maybe only 10 or 15 feet away from me. So I just push kicked him out of reflex when he got really close. He got pushed back, fell on his butt, and started crying. The lady was in shock, and so was I, but the whole situation had me amped,

so I started questioning her. I wasn't calling her names or bad-mouthing, but I was angry. I said, why do you bring him out if that's what he does? You said he's never done that before, but how do I know you're not lying? I say that I want to call the cops, and I honestly don't, but I don't know what to do at the moment, and I don't want to be pinned for something like assault, and I want my story to be heard too. A woman comes over and says to calm down, that she saw everything, and it's just a bad situation, but I don't need to escalate with my anger, which I think is fair. So the lady walks with me away from the others and helps me to calm down. We get back, and the older woman is in tears, and she's apologizing, and I apologize too,

and we end up parting ways. I ended up telling what happened to a couple of friends later in the day. Interestingly, it's split by gender. All the women said that I was in the wrong and that you never hit someone with special needs. And all the men said that it was justified because he already tried to attack Daisy. And it's not like I punched him in the face. Huh? So these women friends of yours would not attack a adult man with special needs who was attacking them or their dog or their baby or whatever. They would just, I don't know, let it happen and scream for help and sit there passively, the whole violence is wrong is a very naive take because sometimes violence is the only response, unless you really want to get the snot beaten out of you. Also, man, sometimes

that stuff is just pure reflex. If someone rushes at you or attacks you or someone you care about, you don't always have the time to sit and think, oh, what should I do? Should I hit this guy or not? Sometimes your body just reacts automatically, because that's just built-in survival instinct type stuff. O.P., you get zero out of five buttholes here. Am I the butthole for leaving my best friend's birthday party early because I was a B-list guest? I'm a 29-year-old woman, and I've been good friends with Sally, who's 30 since we were 8 years old. We were inseparable throughout school, but we went to different colleges. I visited her a few times each year, she'd visit me, and we'd always meet up at Christmas and summer breaks.

After we graduated, I moved about a three-hour drive from where she moved to. We still caught up often. As normally happens, we established our new professional and social, social lives drifted apart, but whenever we caught up, it was like no time had passed. We were there for each other whenever we needed it. When she got married at 25, I was a bridesmaid. I declined maid of honor because I was concerned with the long commute and I couldn't do all the maid of honor duties required and expected. She drove to my place to support me when my father had a stroke. I stayed with her when she found out her ex-husband cheated and she filed

for divorce. I always figured that even though life was taking us in different directions, we're always there for each other. Now to her birthday. She turned 30 last week and had a huge party this last weekend. Since it was a milestone birthday, she had it in a banquet hall, all catered, a DJ, etc. It was at night, so I booked the hotel, drove up, and would drive back home the next day. When I arrived, I was ushered into a small room with four tables and about 10 other people. There was a portable TV on a trolley with a with a stream of the party in the bigger room. One of the guests

told me that Sally invited more than the main hall could accommodate and she hoped after a few people RSV'd know, we would all fit in. But only one or two people RSVP'd know, so the venue opened a second room for the excess guests. I saw in the stream, I'm sorry, this is so funny to me. I saw in the stream, new people arriving after I did. So I knew I was clearly relegated to the B-Lister room, and I wasn't brought

there because the main room was already filled up. So I left after 15 minutes and took my gift with me. The next day, as I was preparing to check out of the hotel, Sally called and asked why I didn't show. Apparently, she came to the leftovers room to mingle about 30 minutes after I left and noticed I wasn't there. I told her I did attend, but I didn't realize I'd be watching a stream of her party instead of attending it, which I could have done at home. She asked if I wanted to catch up for lunch, and I can give her my gift then. But I told her I needed to get back home because I had plans for the afternoon. Cue the Instagram story about how people who claim to love her don't show up, and she can't help that so many people wanted to celebrate her. During my drive home, her mother left a voice

that she was very disappointed in me. But I'm here like, I'm supposed to be one of your best friends, and I got the leftover experience. Did I overreact? Am I the butthole here? Opie, going to a party only to find out, hey, you can watch the party at twitch.tv slash You're not invited. Bye. Yo, I'd be out of there.

I'm amazed you even felt the need to come to Reddit. This is ridiculous. Oh, really good point from J.D. in the comments. Not the butthole. You don't overbook a party. You book a venue that can accommodate everyone. WTF? True. Very good point. I hadn't considered that. Someone else speculated that the friend wanted to spend the minimum amount of money on the venue and get the maximum number of gifts, which kind of sounds likely. O.P. 0 out of 5 buttholes. I'm giving your friend, if you can even call her that at this point, two out of five buttholes. Am I the butthole for leaving

my friend at the brewery when he brought up something that haunts me? A few years ago, while on a hike with my wife, she slipped and fell. I was not able to get her back up. For those of you who are familiar, this took place in the 14er group out of the Chicago Basin, so it was stressful. Thankfully, another man was able to get her out, but it was hours later, and she had been perched on a cliff under the drop site. My wife has never been upset with me for not being able to help her up by myself. We're both avid, experienced hikers, but I'm not a strong guy, and she's a sturdy gal. The fear on her face as she fell is imprinted in my mind and something that will always haunt me. For that split second, I thought I would lose her forever. Not being able to help her haunts me. She and I were

together at a brewery with some friends. One of them was talking about a trip that he planned up Como to the Blanca slash Little Bear Traverse. We did that one a little while back, and I had some advice for him. For absolutely no reason, he looked at me and said, Okay, bro, I'm not taking advice from a man who left his wife to rot on sunlight. My wife immediately corrected him, but I was stunned. He thought it was hilarious and had a huge grin on his face. I didn't know what to say, so I just got up to get another drink, but ended up going outside. My wife came to find me and asked if I was okay. I was honestly very upset and said that I would like to go. She drove us home. The issue is that our friend was expecting us to drive him home, and I didn't say anything or tell him I was going. I just left. He texted me, where the F did you go, bro? And bro, why are you ignoring me? And all that. He had to take an Uber home, which was expensive. I asked him why he would bring up that accident when he knows how I feel about it. He responded with a bunch of emojis pointing and laughing. He said that my hypersensitivity cost him money.

He's out of work, so that is true. And then I need to nut up and learn to laugh at myself. This is not typical behavior for him. I don't really hang out with guys who do all that bro stuff. He's historically been a nice guy. I also wouldn't normally just abandon someone I'd promised a ride. Am I the butthole for leaving him without a ride? Also, O.P. clarifies that during the hiking trip,

the issue wasn't that O.P. wasn't strong enough to pick her up. He is actually strong enough. The problem is that she was down far enough, that he didn't have the proper gear to pull her up the ledge safely. And the other guy who came through had additional gear that helped on top of having more upper body strength. I don't understand these human beings who are like, hey, you're a piece of garbage, you're so dumb, I hate you, screw you.

Hey, can you give me a free ride now? I really need a ride and I don't want to pay money. Can you give me a ride, you stupid dufous? It's, uh, I don't know why people think that's going to work to insult someone and then expect them to do a free favor for you. That's not really the way humans operate. So that guy's a stupid moron. And screw that guy.

O.P. you get zero out of five buttholes. Your dumb friend gets 1.5 out of five buttholes. Will I be the butthole if I don't give my 27-year-old son, my only child, his inheritance now? I saved all of my son's acting money since he was two years old. And when he turned 18, he told me he wanted his money. I told him he wasn't mentally ready to have $50,000. and he told me he would sue me for it, so I gave it to him. Sure enough, he blew through it with nothing to show.

He joined the military, completed his contract, and got out. I thought he showed some maturity, so I thought it was time to give him his inheritance from my mother, $100,000, which was $50k in cash and $50k in Tesla stock. Unbeknownst to me, he paid off his credit cards with the $50,000 in cash, eye roll. Now, he wants me to sign over a condo that I put. plan to leave him as an inheritance so that he can move in with his pregnant girlfriend. It's worth 600K, and I owe 220K with the current tenants living in it. I may be able to retire at 55 and 4 years if it makes sense for me financially. If it doesn't, I have to retire at 60 in 9 years. If at any

point I might need money, I'm scared I won't be able to rely on him if he pulls the equity out or sells it for himself. I do not care for his girlfriend and foresee nothing but problems. I have always helped my son and made it a point to be the rock he can lean on being raised by a single mother. Both my parents have passed, and he's never had contact with his father's side. I've always unrealistically thought that if I looked out for him, then he would look out for me, but when he gets upset with me, he yells and screams at me, icing me out and making me feel disposable. I'm the first to admit that I've made a million mistakes and have never been perfect, but I've always made it clear to my child, I love him unconditionally and always put him first even above myself.

O.P., it is time to cut the umbilical cord. You may love him, I understand that, but this guy is terrible with money, and honestly, it doesn't matter when you get this guy, his inheritance, he's likely to just blow through it uselessly. I would advise not giving him any more money. O.P., you get zero out of five buttholes. Am I the butthole because I refuse to finish a story if my husband interrupts. My husband insists on interrupting any story I tell while he's present to either correct me or to add to it. The latest example was today. We're visiting his parents for Easter, and I was telling them about our plans for our vacation this summer. We're doing a Mediterranean cruise. I was saying how it starts in Rome, and he interrupted me to say that it was a cruise of the Greek Isles, which it is,

and it starts from Rome. So I stopped talking and I let him finish the story, which, which He doesn't know. He doesn't know any of the ports of call or excursions. Literally, all he knows is that the cruise starts and ends in Rome. He kept pressing me to add information. I politely declined. I said that if he was so anxious to talk about how the cruise started in Rome, he must know all about it. He's off sulking because his parents think he's an idiot for not knowing anything besides that one tidbit. He said I made him look bad, so he's sleeping in his little sister's room. She still has a twin bid.

Luckily for him, she's with her fiance's family this weekend. So am I the butthole for allowing him to finish every story of mine he chooses to insert himself into, whether he knows about the subject or not? Down in the comments, I'm seeing a few comments about how bad Opie's marriage is and we're heading towards divorce. Guys, let's relax. This is just a pretty typical. One person has communication style A, another person has communication style B. It's not all as doom and gloom as everyone's making it out to be.

Is the husband being sucky for mansplaining? Sure, he is. He should mind his own business and let his wife finish the story. But we're not really in divorce territory here, in my opinion. Opie, I hope this tactic works for you, but I got to ask. Have you tried telling him to not interrupt you? You know, asking politely, hey, sweetie pie, could you please not interrupt me? Thank you.

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