rSlash - r/AITA My Friend is So Stinky She Makes People Barf

Episode Date: December 9, 2025

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Am I the butthole for yelling at my friend over her body odor after literally throwing up? I've been in college classes with this girl for the last year. We're in the same degree program and have become friendly. I don't hate her at all. I've just reached my limit and I might have gone too far. This semester, we have the exact same schedule, so we ended up sitting next to each other in every class. At first, I chalked a smell coming from her up to stress and assumed that it was a temporary slip in hygiene. It happens. But it's been every single day.

The best way I can describe the smell is like strong barn type body odor, as if she worked outside on a hot, humid summer day and didn't shower. She has long, pretty hair, but it's visibly oily from roots to ends. By our third class of the day, I'm nauseous and trying not to gag. After a month of this not getting better, another friend in our program admitted they sit on the opposite side of the room because of how disgusting the smell is. It kind of broke my heart to hear, and I would hope someone would tell me if I was in her position.

One day after school, I spent hours carefully crafting a text to tell her that she has some body odor, and that I was only bringing it up because I care, and I didn't want her to be embarrassed. I'm not a fan of confrontation, and I thought a private message was kinder. She read it, gave it just a thumbs up, and never talked about it again. The next day, I finally wasn't trying to hold my breath. And the smell was back by the end of our second class. That was two months ago.

Now, we're in crunch time for finals. We stayed after classes until around midnight, working on a project with several other students. I finally couldn't take it anymore after she scooted, inches away from my face to help me on my computer. Within seconds of her getting that close, I ran to the nearest trash can to throw up. She asked if I was okay, but I was so sleep deprived and stressed that I couldn't hold back. I told her that she smells so bad that just being near her has been making me nauseous all year. Still clutching the trash can, trying not to throw up again, I blurted out, how do you not smell yourself?

How can you not notice how bad this is? She said she's just forgetful, mentioned that her mom or fiance don't remind her, a woman in her early 20s. She doesn't work so she can focus on school. So from my perspective, it seems like she could make time to shower. Before I stormed out, I raised my voice and pleaded for her to just take a freaking shower. I feel bad for yelling, and I know I sounded harsher than I meant to. I was exhausted and at my limit, but I still have to sit next to her for another three weeks before the semester ends. I feel guilty for snapping in front of other students, but I also feel like I had no other options left after months of this, and the fact that texting her didn't seem to help.

Am I the butthole for finally snapping and yelling at my friend about her body odor after literally throwing up, even though I'd already tried to bring it up gently with her before? The comments are actually a bit mixed over this. Some people are saying not the butthole because O.P. literally puked over it. Some people are saying O.P. is the butthole because she didn't have to publicly embarrass this person, and this person probably has some kind of medical issue. But, you know, even if she does have a medical issue that makes you stink, wouldn't it be kind of considerate to not get your stinkiness up in everyone else's face? So I'm on O.P.'s' side here, personally. I'm giving O.P. zero out of five buttholes. Am I the butthole for telling my sister-in-law to walk her daughter to school? I'm a 23-year-old woman, and I'm a university graduate and live at home with my mother.

She owns the house with a mortgage that's been fully paid off. I pay her rent and do most of the housework. Me and my mother both work a lot. I work in health care and work irregular shift patterns, and my mom is self-employed, and occasionally has to travel for work. My 31-year-old brother, his wife Rose, and their daughter, who six, moved back into our mom's house on Friday. They got a mortgage on a home, but it turned out to have a lot of maintenance issues. the biggest one being with their toilet and shower not functioning.

Also, their heating doesn't work. It's estimated to take at least a month to fix everything, so in the meantime, they're staying here. Rose came to me and asked if I could take their daughter to school, as her school is a five-minute drive from the hospital. Normally, their neighbor, who has a child the same age, would take her to school, but that's no longer an option. My brother works full-time, and his shifts clash with doing this.

He starts at 7 a.m. And he and Rose share a car, as she only works one shift a week, on Sundays. I told Rose that I can't commit to taking my niece to school every day. She needs to be dropped off at school for 8 a.m. And sometimes I'm doing overnight shifts that don't finish until 9 to 10 a.m. Or I'm doing shifts that start really early in the morning. Rose got a bit upset and asked why I can't just explain to my boss that I need to be available for school drop off. She didn't wait for an answer and said she knows it's not that simple, but she needs me to help her. In my job, if you start requesting restricted availability, they'll give you way less shifts.

I couldn't understand why Rose wouldn't walk her own daughter to school, as it's a 15-minute walk from our mom's house to get there, with no hills and plenty of safe crossings. Rose and their daughter don't have any health conditions that would make this not doable. I asked Rose why she wouldn't walk her daughter to school, and she said that it's too far to walk with a young child. I showed her the distance on Google Maps, and she reiterated that it was still. too far. I said to Rose that I think that's her best option, but I cannot take her daughter to school every day. Later that day, my mom told me that Rose came to her really upset that I refused to help. My mom said that she knows I normally work her regular shifts, but that it'd be a really nice thing for me to do. I feel like I'm going crazy because when I was a kid, I went to the same school

and my mom walked me there and back from this house. I said no, and my mom said, that's fine, I understand. Now I've got my brother calling me selfish, and he said it's a small ask that even their neighbor could do, and I'm refusing. Am I really such a butthole? I don't understand why it's supposed to be O.P.'s responsibility to change her schedule, and not the parent's responsibilities to change their schedule. Rose only works on Sundays, but she can't get up off her butt to walk her kid to school. O.P., you get zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving your brother and Rose 2.5 out of five buttholes. Am I the butthole for not taking down pictures of my family in my own home just to make

my son's new wife feel more comfortable? I'm in my late 50s and I'm a picture person. I have hundreds of pictures up in my home. It started when I was caring for my aunt with Alzheimer's and had just gone from there. I have three kids and four grandkids and as you can imagine, I love having photos of them up on my home. My middle son Gavin, who's 27, is no longer with my four-year-old grandson Tommy's mom, Helena. They're still friendly and co-parent well, and I see her often enough because I help with Tommy. Last year, Gavin married Cherry, who's also 27, after being together a few months. But she seems sweet and like she makes them happy. We had no issues until summer when my son asked me to take down any and all pictures that Helena was in to make Cherry feel more comfortable.

I don't have any photos of just Helena alone, just a few of the entire family, and a few when Tommy was younger that my son is also in. I said, no, it's my home and I like having them up. I certainly have added many with Sherry in them, but it's silly to take down some just because Helena and Gavin are no longer together. It's still a part of our family history. He asked again a few weeks ago, and I gave him the same answer and told him that I'd be happy to explain it to Sherry, but he dropped it. He called me yesterday and told me that it was the last time he was going to ask. The pictures needed to come down, or Sherry wouldn't come to our home anymore. I told him that was ridiculous, and he said that it was important to him because they made Sherry jealous, and it was

affecting the way she was treating Tommy. I'm appalled. Apparently, Tommy mentioned a picture in my house, and Sherry threw a fit, and Gavin says it's making his life difficult. He brought it up to his oldest sister, who told his youngest sister, and they both agree that Cherry is being ridiculous. I told my son, if your wife is treating Tommy poorly because of some pictures in my home, then you need to think if this is the right person. Obviously, he disagrees, but he's been hounding me leading up to Thanksgiving. My husband is also on the side of we do not negotiate with terrorists, but he's also pointed out that they're married and we should pick our battles. I'm wondering if I'm missing the forest for the trees. O.P., you get a pretty easy zero out of five buttholes. That is the mother

of one of your grandchildren in those photos, so if you want to have photos of someone who's important to you, you have every right to do so. And I'm not sure which is worse, the jealous wife who's mistreating a child over jealousy, or the husband who's letting his jealous wife mistreat the child. O.P., you get zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving Gavin and Cherry three out of five buttholes. Am I the butthole for telling my parents, I don't care if my sister dies, and they need to make a choice of which of us they're okay with losing forever? My 17-year-old sister has suffered from mental health and behavioral issues her whole life. I'm a 16-year-old girl, and I don't remember a time when she wasn't dangerous to be around, or a time when our home was happy.

I escaped to school every chance I got. We always went to huge schools, so avoiding her was easy. Mr. Doesn't do so good, being told what to do. That's when some of her loudest freakouts happen. There were times that I'd be outside playing with kids in our neighborhood, and me and the other kids would hear her scream at our parents at the top of her lungs. She wasn't actually allowed to play with the other kids, and when she did, people in the neighborhood were always showing up at our door to demand that she be kept inside because she heard another kid or attacked one of the adults.

I wasn't invited to birthday parties, because my parents would always stay, and because both of them stayed, my sister stayed too, and she tore stuff up. And my friends weren't allowed to come over because their parents were afraid they'd be hurt by my sister. She's hurt so many people in and outside the family. I think her worst was maybe pulling out a huge chunk of my hair last year and leaving me with scalp issues in that spot. My parents delayed getting me help too and coached me to lie about what happened when they took me to the doctor for it. I got some of my grandparents involved to speak up some more lately because it's so hard to live like this. And my parents don't want to send her to inpatient or call the police or

CPS when she gets violent. It turned into a big fight between all the adults. And then when my parents asked me why I was doing this, I told them I couldn't live like this anymore. And I didn't feel safe or like they cared what happened to me. I told them I would rather run away. And that they needed to decide to keep me safe instead of protecting her. They started telling me people like her die when they get sent away or when they get the wrong care. I told them, I don't care because I could die and she could do it to me and they don't seem to care. I showed everyone my missing hair and reminded them what happened. I said this comes down to who they want to lose forever because if they say sending my sister away is that serious, then I say making me live with her

and protecting her like they do is going to risk that for me. My parents lost their minds, and stuff's been happening. They really don't get why I feel like this. How could I say I don't care if she dies? But I don't love her. I'm terrified of her and what she'll do to me. Am I the butthole? O.P., pro tip here,

if your parents aren't going to file reports with the police and CPS, you can. Just call them up. O.P., you get zero out of five buttholes. Your straight up negligent parents get four out of five buttholes. Maybe even five. Kind of a tough call. I don't know exactly what's going on with the sister.

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