rSlash - r/AITA Roids Made My Jacked Husband Infertile

Episode Date: December 31, 2025

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Welcome to R-slash Am I the Butthole, where O.P.'s older sister wants to murder her. Am I the butthole for refusing to spend Christmas at home if my sister is released from her eating disorder clinic for the holidays? My sister, who's 18, has been in an inpatient eating disorder clinic since September. This is her third or fourth time doing a clinic like this. It's been seven years of her eating disorder, and it's been hell for her, yeah, but it's also been hell for the rest of us. Ever since my sister started getting sick, she's turned into a monster towards me, a 16-year-old girl.

We were never BFFs or anything, but I never thought she hated me like she's claimed to since the eating disorder stuff started. For years, she's called me repulsive and humongous. She told me she would rather die than look like me or be my size. I'm not even overweight. My body is just shaped differently to hers. She's naturally slender and doesn't have bigger curves. But I do. I develop different. To her, that makes me even fatter than her, and she already thinks she's fat when she was never even a pound overweight. She was always super skinny. At her worst, and this was this year, she told me she wanted me to die because I was so fat and disgusting. And it made her rage that I was taking life away from a skinny person who deserves to be here. She actually had to be taken away from me because she was mad when she said it. And she actually had to be taken away from me because she was mad when she said it. And she actually, acted like she wanted to make sure I didn't keep taking a life away from someone skinnier.

When she kept trying to find me and take care of business, I had to leave the house for several hours while they called people to come and help her. I was legit afraid of her doing something to me, and so were our parents. I don't have to say anything for her to attack me on how I look. But to wish me did over it was a new low, and it was how she said it and the way she was acting that made it a million times worse. My parents and my extended maternal family always expected me to be understanding and forgiving and to not hold on to any of what my sister says to me. They told me she's sick, she can't control what she says, that the eating disorder is doing the talking for her. My paternal grandparents were the ones who sided with me and defended me having

some hard feelings towards my sister. They told my parents and maternal extended family the last incident should be more than enough for them to understand why I wouldn't want to be around her. My parents argued that she's still my sister. I told them I was tired of being her emotional punching bag and that I was almost more. They told me it wasn't my choice and we need to pull together as a family. My sister wrote me a letter from her clinic and it was so messed up. I can't say what she wrote to me. But it wasn't the apology it was meant to be.

My parents know about the letter. So do my extended family on both sides. And so does the clinic treating my sister. It's known, and still, my parents fought for my sister to be able to spend Christmas with us. They said she needs to be around family to help her keep healing. When I found out, I told them I couldn't believe they would ask me to spend Christmas with her. We fought, and I told them I was going to my paternal grandparents' house, and they could spend Christmas with my sister if they want.

They told me I need to stay home this Christmas. I told them I won't be home if she's there, and that it would be the worst Christmas for me if I had to spend it with her. My parents keep reminding me that I'm still a minor and they have the final say. But my grandparents and I have planned it out so that my parents can't stop it without grabbing me and dragging me home. Am I the butthole? O.P., I can definitely understand your parents wanting to focus on making your sister heal. That's like a noble cause, but they can't do it at your expense.

They can't heal one daughter by wounding another. I think the biggest piece of advice I would say to you is that, yes, you are a minor, and they have the final say, but one quick phone call to child protective services can bring a third party in who has a pretty heavy say in the situation as well. I think the best course of action is for you to spend the holidays with your grandparents and just stay there, at least until you're 18, or until your sister is better. O.P, you get zero out of five buttholes. I don't really want to give a butthole score of any value to the same. sister, because she's clearly sick, so that's kind of like a special case, but your parents deserve a 3.5 out of five butthole score, maybe even higher. Am I the butthole for being enraged that my husband is currently infertile? I'm a 30-year-old woman, and my husband is 36. He's body built for 15 years

and has an unreal physique. We got together at ages 21 and 27. Being young, I was naive and believed him when he said that he was natural. I only asked because my male acquaintances regularly asked me. Over the years, this morphed into, I'm natural now, but I used to take tea years ago. I distinctly remember telling him that I am massively against drugs, and if he ever went back on it and it affected us having a baby, then I would never forgive him. Cut forward to last December. I was cleaning our apartment and found testosterone. He's somewhat of a hoarder, so I wanted to make sure it wasn't an old one that had been accidentally moved in. So I hid it in my sock drawer. Within 48 hours, he confronted me, angry that I took it. Clearly, he'd been taking it. I gave him an ultimatum,

me or testosterone. We were set to get married in the summer. He promised he wouldn't take it again. He promised my parents too. So things settled down, we married, and we've been uber keen on having kids ASAP, him slightly more so than me even. So we've been trying. It's been a while with no pregnancy, so we took some fertility tests. We just had the results today. Mine came back good. His showed up as no sperm whatsoever. The doctor asked him if he takes testosterone, and my husband replied 12 months ago. The doctor said that he'd expect sperm to recover in 3 to 4 months, which means we need to take a load more test to figure out why there's no sperm. My first reaction was to comfort, obviously.

But when he heard three to four months, my husband seemed less deflated than he had been when he first heard the results. So after we said goodbye to the doctor, I asked my husband, was 12 months really the last time he took testosterone? And after some back and forth, he admitted he last took it two weeks ago. I'm fuming. He lied to me. He's been wasting my time. He risked our future child's health.

He risked his own health. He risked our future. But he's mad at me for not being supportive, and he thinks I'm being completely unreasonable in my reaction. He thinks I should be focused on resolving the issue rather than the why. That I married him knowing his history, so I should be okay with it. He's making me doubt myself. So am I the butthole?

Down in the comments, we have this interesting reply from emergency paint. realistically, if he's 36, and he's been on testosterone replacement therapy for a long time, he'll probably need to be on it indefinitely. He'll need a maintenance dose to keep his testosterone within a healthy range. He can go to any men's wellness clinic and get HCG on top of it for fertility purposes. It counters the sperm-stopping properties. If he gets off testosterone completely, he'll probably feel horrible for months, if not years. I didn't know this. It almost sounds like, according to this poster, you can get more or less addicted to testosterone, or at least your body gets accustomed to functioning at a high level of testosterone,

so then it now needs nonstop testosterone, which is kind of crazy. I didn't know that. But that's not the real issue here. The real issue is the constant lying over the course of, what, a decade? Why would you want to make babies with someone who's been lying to you for nine years nonstop? O.P., I'm on your side. You get zero out of five buttholes. This is a deep betrayal. I'm giving him three out of five buttholes.

Am I the butthole for not letting the previous owner of my house come back in to see it again after she'd moved out? I'm a 25-year-old woman, and I've been living at this house with my parents since 2020. The house was built and owned by one family before us. The original owners were a carpenter, his wife, and their daughter. The owner and his friends moved out of the country and built houses all next door to each other in 1976, so them and their families were all super close. The owner's wife passed away in 2014 and the daughter moved out in 2015. The guy kept living there himself until he passed away in 2020. After his passing, his daughter traveled back here and sold the house to us before leaving again. When we moved in, we found a few

boxes of old family pictures, expensive carpentry tools, and we found super expensive cooking supplies. We contacted the daughter of the owner so that we could return the items to her, but she didn't answer. Over the years, we continued to try to contact her through text messages, phone calls, emails, and we even tried to have the neighbor contact her. In 2022, she finally answered and screamed at my mom for continuously trying to talk to her. My mom explained everything to her, but the girl said that she didn't want any of her parents' things. Then she called my mom a few explicit words and hung up. After that situation, we stopped trying to contact her and we sold the carpentry tools, sold some of the cooking supplies, and we gave the family pictures to the

neighbor that we knew was friends with the previous owner. We thought that was the end. However, last week, I was in the backyard, and my neighbor called me over to a fence. He had a younger woman with him who introduced herself as the girl who used to live in the house that I live in now. She thanked me for giving the family pictures to the neighbor, and then she asked me about the carpentry and cooking supplies. When I told her that we sold them, she lost her mind. She was angry that we would get rid of something that was so meaningful to her parents. When I explained that we had tried to give them back to her, she called me a liar and a B word. Then she asked to see the inside of the house for old time's sakes, but I didn't like how she treated me, and I didn't like what she said to my mom

in 2022, so I told her no. This made her get even angrier, and it made my neighbor angry as well. They both yelled at me while I hurried inside and locked the doors. About 10 minutes later, the girl was banging on the front door saying that she wanted to come inside. My parents told her, through the door, that she couldn't come in. This made the neighbor pissed, so he joined her and nearly left a dent in the door. We asked them to leave for over an hour before they finally left. Now it's been a week, and all the neighbors know about what happened. They keep giving us dirty looks and doing that classic old-person thing of great.

running whenever we try to talk to them. They all adore that girl because she grew up hanging out with them and their kids. So now we're the most hated people in our neighborhood. Am I the butthole? Definitely not the butthole here. It's a shame, O.P., because it sounds like you and your family went out of her way to be really kind to her and she spat in your face for it. You get zero out of five buttholes. The daughter and the neighbors get two out of five buttholes. Am I the butthole for telling my wife, that's why you should get a job, after she told me people shop a lot more than she does. So my wife and I are in her late 30s. We've been married for 13 years, and she's been a stay-at-home mom that whole time other than doing a short Grubhub gig for a few

months. She's made the decision of being a stay-at-home mom because she wanted to spend time with the kids and not miss anything. Even though when dating, she said she wanted to work, and I expressed wanting to be a dual-income household. One child is mine by a lot. One child is mine by a The eldest is not. They're 14 and 11. Yesterday, my wife went to the mall shopping, and when she came back, she said, you should have seen all those people with a lot of bags spending $800 plus, and here I was spending only $100. I felt poor. I told her, well, if you feel poor, maybe it's time for you to get a job. She went silent and walked away. For reference, I make $130k at my job, after taxes. And we live in a low cost of living city with modest expenses. I give her $1,000 a month

in fun money, and she feels it's not enough anymore. We have a separate fund for gifts, and the fun money is purely fun. The trip to the mall was just shopping for herself. I could increase her allowance, but I think it's reasonable, so I just throw the extra into investing, and she's always saying how we should invest less and spend more, but I disagree. She always shows me her friend on vacation and their wives shopping or what new car their husband bought them. And I always say the same thing because most of those wives work jobs too. And she doesn't, so I feel it's not an apples-to-apples comparison. O.P., your wife doesn't have to work or pay bills, and she gets $1,000 a month to do whatever

she wants to with, and you also pay for other things like gifts. Your wife is kind of living the high life here. The vast majority of people don't live as well as she does. She said that she felt poor because she only spent 100 bucks at the mall instead of 800 bucks. You know what the poor people were doing at the mall? Working at the mall. Something she doesn't have to do because of your generosity. Your wife is entitled, O.P.

I don't think she's a lost cause. She just needs some perspective. O.P., you get zero out of five buttholes. I'm giving your wife 1.5 out of five buttholes. Am I the butthole for refusing to cover a shared cost after my coworker wouldn't show me the break of what money had gone towards so far. I'm a 24-year-old woman, and I recently started my first full-time job after graduating. My company has an optional team social fund, where each member of our small department contributes a set amount of money every month to cover birthday treats, team lunches, and small

surprises. It sounded harmless, so I joined when my co-worker Liam asked. He manages the fund, and everyone just sends in their contribution directly. Not that I suspected anything, but last month, I asked if he could give me a breakdown of what the money has to be. gone towards so far, because I'm trying to be better about tracking my spending. My mom drilled into me that I should always know where my money is going. He said, yeah, I'll get it to you later, but he didn't. A few days later, he didn't send anything, but he reminded me that my monthly contribution was due. I asked politely for the breakdown again. No reply. I waited a few days and sent a follow-up. He responds to other messages in the work group chat, but mine about the fund get ignored.

Last week, he came to my desk and said, Hey, you still haven't sent your portion for the fund this month. I told him I'd be happy to once I got the breakdown I'd asked for. Nothing complicated, just a list of what's been purchased with everyone's contributions. His whole demeanor shifted. He sighed loudly and said, Nobody else needs this level of detail. It's supposed to be casual.

You're making it weird. I told him it wasn't personal. It's just my budget and my comfort. He walked away mid-sentence. Now a couple of co-workers have hinted that I'm overthinking everything and making extra work for Liam. One even said that I was being stingy for not just paying like everyone else. I'm starting to feel guilty,

but it also seems like a basic thing to ask when I'm handing over money every month. O.P., of course Liam would get mad, because you're calling him out on his obvious scam. I had one of these like group office fund things in the last office I worked at before my YouTube job, and I just didn't participate. Didn't give money for the monthly birthdays. Also, I didn't eat the cake for the monthly birthdays. Just easier that way.

O.P., you get zero out of five buttholes. That was our 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.