rSlash - r/AITA My Boyfriend Wants $4,000 to Invent a New Color

Episode Date: February 5, 2025

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Life's the trip. Make the most of it at Best Western. Book, direct and save at bestwestern.com. Welcome to r slash am I the butthole where OP's boyfriend wants to invest money into inventing a new color. Am I the butthole for refusing to fund my boyfriend's genius idea? I'm a 24 year old woman and I've been dating my boyfriend who's 29 for 3 years. And while he's always been a bit wacky, I usually find it kind of endearing. This time, however, he's really outdone himself. A few weeks ago, he told me he had a groundbreaking idea that would change humanity forever. Entertaining him, I asked what it was. His answer? He wants to

invent a new color. Before we go any further, it's important to note that we're both college graduates. I graduated in biochemistry last year and my boyfriend in philosophy a few years before, which makes this all the wilder, I guess. I tried to gently point out that colors exist as part of the visible spectrum of light, so unless he was about to discover some new wavelength, this might not be possible. But he waved me off, calling me close-minded and saying that he was enlightened in a way you'll never be. At first, I just nodded and let him ramble about his vision, but then he told me he needed funding to start his research.

Specifically, he wanted me to give him $4,000 so he could buy supplies, including advanced art tools, a lab coat, because apparently scientists wear them so it would make him feel smarter, and, wait for it, a trip to the desert because he thinks the pure sunlight will inspire him. I told him absolutely not. I'm saving for grad school and even if I weren't, I'm not dropping thousands of dollars on his whatever this is. He got mad saying I didn't believe in him or his potential to revolutionize human perception. He even accused me of being

jealous that he had a world changing idea and I didn't. It got really heated and he ended up saying a lot of things about using my card as he knew the details anyways. For reference, he's been unemployed for a while now while I've had a regular job. I ended up saying things that I do regret, but a lot of it was retaliation. Now he's sulking and telling everyone that I'm unsupportive and afraid of innovation. His friends are backing him up, saying I should be encouraging his creativity instead of crushing his dreams. Am I the butthole for refusing to fund his quest to invent a new color? OP, your boyfriend is high.

Either metaphorically in the sense that he doesn't know what he's talking about or literally he's high because this sounds like something someone on drugs would come up with. Maybe he can use that superior enlightened brain of his to go make $4,000 to invest on his new stupid idea. I'm giving you zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving your boyfriend two out of five buttholes. Am I giving your boyfriend 2 out of 5 buttholes. Am I the butthole for telling my mom that she can't share a room or a bed with her boyfriend in my home? I'm a 27 year old woman, and when I was in college, I met my boyfriend and we moved

in together, sharing a place with some friends after dating for a year. I was 19 when we met, and 20 when we moved in together. We decided from that point onward to take turns spending Christmas with our families. But the first year we were supposed to see mine, my mom made it clear that my boyfriend couldn't stay and we weren't sharing a room or a bed in her house. My dad argued in favor of letting it happen since I was an adult and living with him already, but mom said no. She hated that I wouldn't stay at their house and instead booked an Airbnb

She said that I should respect the rules of her house And I told her I was but I didn't want to tell my boyfriend to be alone on the holidays Especially when his family had welcomed us together happily after that I made it clear that there would be no coming to visit like that if I couldn't sleep with my boyfriend My mom said that it wasn't like we were married, so she had every right to that rule. Two years ago, my dad died, and for 11 months, my mom has been in a relationship with her boyfriend. They don't live together exactly, but according to my brother, he was there most nights while he was still there.

My mom and brother aren't really talking right now. My brother could hear mom and her boyfriend in bed and he hated it so he moved out. He's also 22 and had wanted to, but it gave him the push to move. My mom was furious and demanded to know why he was leaving out of nowhere and she freaked when my brother told her that he was tired of hearing them. It started mom off on him not being happy for her that she found someone again after dad died. My mom misses my brother being around, and she told me she misses having her kids around her so she wanted to visit for a week or two soon. She wanted to bring her boyfriend along and I told her she can't share a room or a bed with him in my home. I told her I don't want to hear that. She got mad at me and said that she's a grown

woman and should be allowed her freedom. I told her that she had no issue denying me and I hadn't even planned on having intercourse in her house. But it sounded like she doesn't care if we're here or not and I'm not dealing with it. I also told her that I wasn't going to reward her with sharing with her boyfriend when she's been so strict with me about it. My mom accused me of acting like a petty child. Am I the butthole? OP, if your mom has an issue with it, then she can do what you did and rent herself an AirBnB.

I'm giving you 0 out of 5 buttholes. I'm giving your mom 1.5 out of 5 buttholes for being a hypocrite. Am I the butthole for refusing to take my daughter to her birthday party? I'm a 33 year old woman and my daughter Cleo, who's 5, hates pink. She's disliked the color and almost everything to do with it since she was about 3 or so. She has one pink shirt she likes and one pink stuffed animal and that's it. My father's partner, Prue, refuses to accept that Cleo doesn't like pink. Over the years, she's made several attempts to push the color onto her.

Pretty much every gift she's ever given her was some shade of pink, no matter how many times I tell her to stop. She's tried to give me dozens of different reasons why I should encourage my daughter to try different shades. It clearly upsets Cleo, but Prue keeps doing it. About a week ago, my father invited me, my husband, and our children for dinner at his place. He said that he and Prue had a surprise for the kids.

Right before we left home, my younger sister, who still lives with our dad, texted me. She warned me that the surprise was actually a small birthday party that Prue had planned for Cleo. That alone threw me off because my daughter's birthday was like 3 months ago. Also, my son turns 9 in 2 months, so I'd figured his would be the next party that we would have. Then, my sister sent me photos of how the place was decorated and it very clearly wasn't actually meant for Cleo. Literally every piece of decor was pink. The table, the tableware, the balloons, everything. She had gotten pink banners and glued pink foil

fringe curtains on the doors. Even the cake was pink. I showed everything to my husband and we agreed not to take the kids there. I texted my father, hey, my sister told me everything. We're not coming. We're taking the kids to McDonald's and telling them that was your surprise. You and Prue can come if you want. We're paying. We did exactly that. My father did show up, without Prue, but he was cold with us and left 20 minutes after arriving.

Both him and Prue are pissed. My father is angry that my husband and I dismissed his partner's heartfelt gesture towards our daughter. Prue also told me that I'm the reason Cleo is restrictive – I also don't like pink – and I'm raising her to be an ungrateful, spoiled brat who's unwilling to compromise. To be honest, I get how I could be in the wrong here, but at the same time, this just felt like Prue trying to push something Cleo doesn't like onto her yet again. My sister and one of my brothers are on my side, though my sister did say that I'd been rude. My other brother is on the fence.

Honestly OP, I think you handled the situation pretty much as well as you possibly could have. And also OP, just don't buy the guilt trip they're trying to sell you right now. If your dad wanted to make some heartfelt gesture, then he could have done it, just don't buy the guilt trip they're trying to sell you right now. If your dad wanted to make some heartfelt gesture, then he could have done it, I don't know, the weekend after he missed the birthday, not three months later. And also, Prue's behavior to me, it seems like it's not about Cleo, it's not about Pink. It's about enforcing her like vision of being a parent.

It's about her imposing her will over Cleo. And like maybe even imposing her will over you. This is just like a power trip. So I'm giving you zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving Pru and your dad two out of five buttholes. Am I the butthole for trying to get my neighbors to not block my front door? I'm a 32 year old woman and I live in New York City. I recently moved into a small building, three stories, six apartments in total. My apartment is a ground floor unit. From moving in, a neighbor, a 40 year old man and woman, have been storing their large stroller in front of my front door, which poses problems every time I have to come and

go from my apartment. It's also against fire code and explicitly forbidden in the building's leases. The stroller is there every day unless their kid, who's three, decides he doesn't want to walk. One day, when I heard them leaving it there, I introduced myself and politely said them leaving their stroller there was causing me issues. And it's against the city's fire code and I asked them to no longer keep their stroller in front of my door.

The woman of the pair gave me excuses that they live on the third floor, but the man straight up raised his voice at me while I was holding my infant daughter. The woman said as a compromise she would fold the stroller when leaving it in front of my door. As time went on, the stroller was never folded up and continued to block my door. As it's against fire code and explicitly forbidden in the lease, I decided to reach out to property management for help resolving this issue. I just want to be able to safely come and go from my apartment. The day the property management

enforced this rule on the neighbors, the woman of the pair rang my doorbell and proceeded to refuse to speak to me and called her mother. Her mother then berated me on speakerphone and said I should have spoken to them first, ignoring me when I said that I did. She then kind of threatened me, saying I complained about the wrong people. I was stunned and couldn't believe this was happening. All I could muster was insisting it's against fire code and no one gets to break fire code. I'm baffled by this behavior.

I found it a bizarre confrontation and I didn't know adults could act this way. I've never had issues with neighbors before. OP, here's a pro tip that'll help you go through life a bit more smoothly. When someone gets in an argument with you and calls up their mommy and has their mommy yell at you over speakerphone, you can safely stop caring about that person's opinion. You know, just, oh, I see. This person's crazy. Everything out of their mouth is going to be something ridiculous. They're going to do crazy things.

None of it's going to make sense. So I'll just ignore them and live my life. OP, I'm giving you zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving your neighbors 1.5 out of 5 buttholes. Am I the butthole for leaving a family gathering and taking the cake with me after getting my feelings hurt? I'm a 27 year old woman and I hit 1 year sober from alcohol at the beginning of this year. This was a huge accomplishment for me, bigger than me finishing college. I told my family that the next time we're together for family dinner, I had something to celebrate. This story happened at my mom's. The kids were playing and the adults

were hanging out. I took the moment to share that I'd reached one year sober and how good I felt about it. They went with, oh, that's what you were talking about? Has it been a year already? I'm embarrassed to admit that I hoped someone would say that they were proud of me. My brother-in-law Steve looked at my sister and they both said, Well, at the same time, and my sister said, Since we're all here, my daughter got into a specific gymnastics course. It's been a long road, but she did it! Steve popped some wine they'd brought and started giving everyone glasses and cups.

He made eye contact with me and his face fell. I had this gnawing feeling so I got up from the table and took a walk. I tried to get through the moment mentally so I could be present for my niece to celebrate her success. But when I got back to the house, my sister asked me where I left without saying anything. I said I needed a minute to myself. She looked at me funny and said, Okay?

I said that I'd shared something that I was very proud of, and she bulldozed over it. My mom put her hand up and asked me what my news was. I said that I'd told them. I hit one year sober. My mom said that my generation always wanted praise for doing the bare minimum. That wasn't an accomplishment, it was just what I needed to do, like graduating high school. I tried to make it through dinner, but I found myself just not in the mood anymore. I decided to go home. Well,

I brought a small berry chantilly cake, my favorite, to share after dinner. It was the thing I decided I'd earned. The kids had definitely seen it. On my way out, I decided to take it home with me. I guess when they realized the cake wasn't in the garage fridge anymore, my sister called to ask me why I took it. I said I did it because it was my cake to celebrate my accomplishment. She said, Are you f-ing serious? Oh my God, Emma, grow up. You're such an f-ing baby. My mom later texted me directly to tell me how disappointed she was that I threw a tantrum Oh my god, Emma, grow up! You're such an effing baby!" My mom later texted me directly to tell me how disappointed she was that I threw a tantrum because my niece got more attention than me.

I don't think her read of what happened is right, but that's why I'm asking you guys. Am I the butthole because I took home the cake in the end? Was that really childish of me considering the kid saw it and then didn't get any? As I was putting on my shoes to leave, Steve found me and directly apologized and said that he was completely oblivious in the moment. I know that he didn't do anything to intentionally hurt me. So they can serve wine, which excludes you, but it's not okay for you to exclude them from cake?

OP, your scummy family wants to have their cake and criticize you too. I'm giving you 0 out of 5 buttholes, and if your family wants to mock the hand that feeds then they can get 1.5 out of 5 buttholes. Am I the butthole for humiliating my friend after he kept bragging about his IQ? So I have a friend, Brian, who won't shut up about his IQ. Ever since he took some online test that said that he got a 131, he's been acting like he's the second coming of Einstein. At first, it was just kind of annoying. He'd drop random fun facts about how high IQ people process information differently.

He started using words like erudite and obfuscate in normal conversations. But then it got worse. He started low-key insulting us. He told our friend Emily, who's in med school, that doctors are just good at memorization, not real intelligence. He then told me I was wasting potential because I work in marketing instead of something more intellectually rigorous. The dude works in IT. At the help desk. Anyway, last week we were at a party and he started

talking about IQ. Again. Someone jokingly asked, if you're so smart, why aren't you rich? And Brian, completely serious, goes, well, intelligence isn't always about wealth, it's about how you process the world. Low IQ people can never truly grasp how limiting their perception is. So I looked him dead in the eye and said, damn bro, that's crazy. What's it like having a high IQ and still losing at fantasy football every year? The room exploded, Brian turned red, mumbled something about variants and sample sizes, and left the party early. Now he's barely texting in the group chat, and a mutual friend told me I embarrassed him too much. Am I the butthole for finally

saying something, or did he have it coming? The top comment from I'mEmptyNatellaJar, brother, you know you're not the butthole. You just wanted to share that burn, lol. That was r 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.