rSlash - r/AITA My White Relatives Birthed a Black Baby

Episode Date: March 2, 2025

0:00 Intro 0:06 Birth siblings 3:40 Paternity 6:46 Spicy food 9:02 Not a twin 12:11 Money 13:36 Self proposal Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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care about their stupid F-ing parents? I'm a male in my 20s and I was adopted as an infant. Actually, I was found in an alley and when my birth family didn't come forward to claim me and nobody knew who I was, I was adopted. But I was an infant at the time, thankfully, so I didn't have a long foster care experience. As a baby, I was placed without anything to keep me warm, in a low visibility area, and there were no signs that I was lovingly placed. It basically looked like I was thrown away, like trash.

I have seen some old newspaper clippings about it. The story was told to me gradually throughout my childhood. My parents were always open about my adoption though. I never felt othered. This family was my family even though I was the only non-biological kid in the family. I was loved, I was treasured even, and I had a great life. But the circumstances surrounding my adoption meant some stuff was unclear. Medical history being the biggest thing. I never really cared. But I got engaged a few months ago and my fiance and I want children and seeing the hell stuff in my family has made me realize I have no idea if I could pass anything on to my future kids. After thinking it over,

I did a 23andMe genetic testing, but I did it wrong and I also mistakenly added myself to be found. I realized quickly after my results came in, but by then it was too late and two birth siblings found me. They're older. My birth parents had five kids before me. They all know about me and they want to get to know me. The birth siblings started off somewhat reasonable, but when I made it clear that I didn't want to hear my birth parents' story, they flipped a switch. They said how much their parents regretted giving me away and how they would have come forward, but they didn't want to get in trouble for abandoning me like they did. They believe I owed their parents and them the chance to get it all

out there and to build a relationship. I stood my ground and I blocked them, but they followed me on social media and they insisted we're family and I should be kinder to them and their parents. I was told, it's not like I'm just a half sibling, I'm the baby who was missing. They sent messages that were trying to make me feel bad for their parents, specifically their mom. And it pissed me off. After almost three months of dealing with them finding ways around my blocking them, I told them to f off and leave me alone and how I don't care about their stupid f-ing parents. I had to delete my account because it was just random account after random account and I couldn't block them fast enough in their outrage over what I said.

They told me their parents didn't deserve that. Alright, hold on. Where's the sentence? They said how much their parents regretted giving me away. They didn't give OP away. They abandoned him to die. In my book, this reads like, attempted murder. They could have dropped him off at a fire station, a hospital, a school, any number

of normal human logical places to drop off an infant baby. So what do you even say to that? Hey, so I'm sure you love your parents, but I don't because they kinda tried to kill me. I mean, they did try to kill me. They threw me away like trash. OP, I'm giving you 0 out of 5 buttholes. I'm giving your siblings 2 out of 5 buttholes for clearly lacking empathy and your parents 5 out of 5 buttholes. Am I the butthole for laughing when I saw my newborn niece and she's black? Controversial title, I know, but listen. I'm a 21 year old guy and I have a brother

who's 32 who's married to my soon to be ex-sister-in-law who's 27. I'm Korean American and my grandfather still has our family genealogy that dates back to our great great great great great great grandparents, all of whom were Korean. Meanwhile, my sister-in-law and her family that I've met are all white. I'm currently in college, so I wasn't home much. But of course, I took a trip back home when my brother said that his wife was in labor. I got there after my niece was born, and when I arrived, my parents and their in-laws were outside the room. The situation was very tense. So my dumbass trying to lighten the mood barged into the room with the, tada, best uncle is here, where's my niece kind of entrance.

My brother wasn't in the room like I expected him to, but then I saw a very beautiful baby who looked nothing like either my brother or his wife. Her skin was visibly darker and her features were definitely not like those of a white or Asian baby. She didn't even look mixed, but she was adorable. I was stunned, flabbergasted, and so dumbfounded that I could only let out a laugh before apologizing and awkwardly excusing myself from the room. For the record, I wasn't laughing at the baby, but at the situation I realized after seeing her. I know that genetic mutations exist, but that only crossed my mind after I managed to process

the situation. They did a DNA test, and sure enough, the baby isn't my brother's. What followed was a huge series of dramatic events. My brother filled me in after everything settled down. She did cheat on him, but it was a drunken mistake, and she swore she used contraception. He decided to get a divorce, for obvious reasons, but my sister-in-law is still trying to win him back. When my brother cut off contact with her, she went on a rampage and started blowing up everyone else's phones, mine included. Other than begging for my brother, she keeps bringing up the fact that she knows that she's

a garbage human being, but insists her baby doesn't deserve to be laughed at. I tried to explain, but now I'm being labeled as racist. My brother says I should apologize and move on, but I don't feel like it. Well, hold on. You're not laughing at the baby, OP. You're laughing at the situation or more accurately, laughing at your sister-in-law for being a terrible human being. Also, let's be funny. Also, let's be honest. It's kind of funny, right? It's a funny situation. This is literally a joke in, what is it? Top Gun? Ah, shoot, not Top Gun. What's the movie with O.J. Simpson? The Naked Gun.

So that's just how it goes. Sometimes when you do something funny, even if that funny thing is awful, people are going to laugh at you. OP, I give you zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving the soon to be ex-sister-in-law three out of five buttholes. Am I the butthole for not putting in more effort to dissuade this kid from eating very spicy food? I'm a 21 year old guy and my dad's business counterpart, Steve, is currently in our country on a trip. He also brought his daughter, Emma,

who's 13. Initially, dad wanted my 18 year old sister to take the kid's sightseeing, but my sister shook her head and said her English isn't good enough and that she wouldn't be able to hold an interesting conversation with her. So my dad and his counterpart gave me that task instead. I felt obligated to inform Steve that our air quality here is quite bad, so he can decide if he wants me to take the kid to see one of our temples outdoors or to an indoor museum instead. He picked the latter so I took her to a national museum. Later, I took Emma to the mall where we had dinner at a nice restaurant.

This is where the problem is. Our curry is very spicy. It's a staple of our cuisine. The restaurant has this sort of chart where one chili is mild and five chilies means extremely spicy. My mom always picks five chilies and then tells the waiter to tell the chef to go extra spicy, while the most I ever took is three chilies. And that was only an ill-conceived attempt to impress a girl. Emma saw me pick one chili and asked how spicy it can be. Then she picked five. I told her, that's a very bad idea. She insisted. I told her, I'm telling you, it's way too spicy.

But she said she can take it. She spat out the first bite and got teary-eyed. I quickly ordered coconut water. It's how my mom taught me to soothe my mouth from the burning sensation. I later let her pick another dish and a dessert. She was quite mad, and so was her dad when she told him. She said that as an adult, I shouldn't have let her do something so foolish. I mean, what did they want you to do? Tie her to the chair? Strap her in with duct tape and order

plain white rice and feed it to her with a spoon? Did they expect you to tackle the waiter? No! Dive in front of it like a bullet? They're being stupid and unreasonable. OP, you did your best. Did they expect you to tackle the waiter? Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo the butthole for telling my family that it's not my fault that I'm not a twin? My parents struggled to have kids and went on fertility treatments to have my siblings, and the result was two sets of non-identical boy-girl twins who look identical pretty much. The older twins are Max and Amy, and the younger twins are Jason Lacey. Our family has always been so obsessed with the fact that there were two sets of twins born to the same parents in our family and that they could pass for identical even though they're the opposite sex. Birthdays, Christmases, school plays, sports games, report cards, graduations, and everything was a huge deal and celebrated as this great thing. My siblings had so many parties thrown for them

and so many reasons given to get them gifts that it was insane. I was born six years after Jason Lacey and my family can't hide their disappointment that I am a singleton. My birthdays were never a big deal and I didn't get the same attention for Christmas, report cards, sports games or school plays. For my siblings, the whole family would try to show up in support, and I was lucky to have one parent at any of my stuff. My report cards were never celebrated either. I'm not too close to my siblings. They don't notice me much and they enjoy the attention a lot, so it's easy for me to

slide through the cracks with them. But even our parents don't put the same amount of attention and effort into me. My graduation was a topic of conversation a weekend ago. My siblings can't make it because of work or college stuff and the rest of the family was like, well, I guess we don't need to plan around my graduation. I told them I'd still like everyone there and they said I didn't need anyone there. I asked why my siblings had and they said that it was such a big deal for twins. And when they're one of two sets born to the same parents and could pass for identical. They said that's something to celebrate. I told my family it's not my fault that I wasn't born a twin and I didn't get why I was being overlooked.

My grandpa said that at 17, I don't need to be jealous of attention that other kids get and that as a boy, I shouldn't get caught up in that kind of stuff. I said, even teenage guys want to feel like they matter. My family said that I was being unreasonable. One of my aunts said that I was gaslighting the family, while my grandma, parents, and a couple of other aunts and uncles said that I was emotionally trying to manipulate them. They wanted me to apologize to everyone for telling them it's not my fault that I'm not a twin because nobody ever said that it was.

Am I the butthole? What am I reading? You're emotionally manipulating them by asking them to come to an important event? Huh? OP your family BLOWS. I am sad that your parents made twins because we do not need more versions of your parents running around in the world. The best thing you can do OP is to just start disentangling yourself from your family and

prepare to cut them off because your family is likely going to be a lifelong source of regret and remorse and drama and angst so just cut them out and move on dude. OP, you get 0 out of 5 buttholes. I'm giving your family 3 out of 5 buttholes. Am I the butthole for not paying back my dad after he technically owes me tens of thousands of dollars? For context, my dad, who's 60, cheated on my mom, had another family and spent the college fund my mom had been saving for me since birth on the other woman.

That's actually how my mom figured out that he was cheating when I, a 29-year-old woman right now, was around 15 years old. He was diagnosed as a narcissist and never talked about it with me, never directly apologized either. We sort of act like it never happened. He's not emotionally open. He wants to be close to me, but I have a wall up. Last year when I was unemployed, he lent me 300 bucks. The other day he called me saying

that his wife told him that it was actually 800 bucks. I sent him the receipt showing it was 300, but honestly I'm just sitting here like, it's $300. You're my dad and you technically owe me tens of thousands. Would I be the butthole if I just didn't pay him back? He says a year is too long, and I need to learn about responsibility. What should I tell him? Yeah, OP, you should pay him back. After he pays you back for the multiple tens of thousands of dollars, plus interest that he stole from you. Then, sure, give him back his precious 300 bucks. But until then, screw him.

OP, you get zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving your dad four out of five buttholes. Am I the butthole for leaving my own birthday dinner because my girlfriend turned it into a proposal for herself? I'm a 28-year-old guy, and I had my birthday dinner last weekend. And my girlfriend, Sarah, who's 27, offered to plan it. I was excited because I usually keep things low key, but she said she wanted to make it special.

She booked a nice restaurant and invited close friends and family. Everything was going great until it was time for dessert. The waiter brought out a cake, but instead of my name, it said, Will you marry me, Sarah? I was completely blindsided. Sarah got all teary-eyed, turned to me and said, Well, this is the best surprise ever, right? Everyone around us started clapping and her friends were filming. I just sat there, stunned. She took my silence as hesitation and started going on about how she knew that I wasn't big on grand gestures. But she couldn't wait anymore, so she took matters into her own hands. At that moment, I stood up and said, this is my birthday. If you wanted a

proposal, you should have talked to me about it first. Then I grabbed my stuff and walked out. Sarah was mortified, and her friends blew up my phone, calling me a butthole for embarrassing her and ruining the night. She even said I humiliated her when she was just trying to do something romantic. Now my family is split. Some say I should have just gone along with it for the night, while others think she crossed a major boundary. So am I the butthole for leaving my own birthday dinner because my girlfriend hijacked it for a proposal? That's a new one. Proposing to herself through your own birthday cake. I gotta say it's very polite of her to show you what kind of person she is before you

actually get proposed, like a real proposal, and get married because this is a bonkers behavior. Why didn't she propose to you or just ask you to propose instead of forcing your hand through cake? It honestly seems like she was more interested in getting a good Instagram moment than she was in actually being in a loving relationship with you, OP. OP, I'm giving you 0 out of 5 buttholes. I'm giving her 2 out of five buttholes. I'm giving her two out of five buttholes. That was r slash am I the butthole.

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