rSlash - r/AITA The World's Most Disgusting Thanksgiving Dinner

Episode Date: December 11, 2024

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Am I the butthole for laughing at my ex when he asked me to forgive his back child supports? I'm a 64 year old woman and I got divorced with one infant child in 1987. My ex's support until 1992 was only 50 bucks a month. My ex never paid this. He never worked for a paycheck, only for cash. In 1992, I went to increase his support to be what he would pay if he earned federal minimum wage, and he still never paid. He never saw our daughter until she turned 7 in 1993.

No cards, no calls, nothing. Which is good and left our family to be a family. Fast forward to 2004. My daughter is now 18. I start to receive small child support deposits of 64 bucks a week. I'm shocked and dismayed, but happy. A few weeks later, I get a call from my ex saying, Isn't she 18 now?

Tell them to stop taking the support. I laughed and said, no, you will always owe the back amount, plus interest. I don't stop the forced payment, so he just quits working. Then, no word from him for years. 2021 comes around and I get a call from him. Surprised, I ask him what the hell he wants. He wants me to fill out a form to forgive his back support of $65,000. He swore that he would pay me directly $300 a month until the balance is paid in 217 months. Now remember, he's been under a court order to pay me child support since September 1987, and he's paid me nothing.

Whenever his wages got garnished, he always chose to just quit his job. I found out through some online research that this was around the time that the attorney general in his state filed a lien against him for the back child support amount. I had no clue this had happened. So my ex's new wife doesn't want him to be on their single-wide deed because of the lien, so she divorces him. THAT is why he wants me to forgive the child support. He's losing his sugar mama. He's called three times since, and just when I stop laughing, I get another call from him. Am I the butthole for laughing at him in his

old age for not letting him off the hook for this $65,000 in back child support that I KNOW I will never see a dime of? No way, OP. Actions have consequences. It's taken 18 years, but finally your ex is starting to see some of those consequences. I'm giving you 0 out of 5 buttholes. I'm giving your ex 3 out of 5. Am I the butthole for asking my grandparents how they could be so cruel after they accused my mom of the same?

Two years ago, my parents' marriage ended because my mom found out that dad was cheating and had another woman pregnant. Me and my sisters wanted nothing to do with dad afterwards and he was not given any formal custody. I'm a 17 year old guy and my sisters are 15 and 14. It was left for us to decide if we wanted to see him, and we didn't. Our dad had a daughter with the other woman a year ago. Now, their daughter was taken by Child Protective Services and is currently sitting in foster care.

My grandparents and my dad's parents want my mom to raise this girl so that we'll know her and that she'll have us growing up. My mom said no. At the same time, they were trying to pressure us to accept visits with her so that she'll know us anyway, but my sisters and I are not interested. My guess is that they want us to meet her so that we'll ask Mom to raise her. Mom did get a call and was asked if she would take the girl by a social worker, but my mom said no and that was the last contact we had with the social worker. We only had contact with the social worker once before where they asked us if we wanted

to be in contact with the girl and we were not interested. My mom tries to keep me and my sisters out of it, but I've heard her lose her cool and answer the phone to tell my grandparents to leave her alone. I also heard my grandparents call her names and remind her over and over that my sisters and I are related to this girl and my mom should want us to know each other and be close. I heard mom cry the other night, so I called my grandparents and told them to leave my mom alone. They tried to defend themselves, but I told them to stop.

I brought up them calling my mom cruel earlier that day and asked them how they could be so cruel. I asked them, why don't you take your granddaughter and why would you want her to be somewhere that she's not wanted or loved or cared for? They sputtered over the phone, but I didn't really let them speak and I told them that's exactly what they're trying to set her up for and it's not good. I told them that none of us want the girl here or want a relationship and They're the cruel ones trying to force her in here. Anyways, they went crazy yesterday over what I said Mom finally blocked them, but they're also trying to make themselves heard by a social media All right, guys, you may have heard this phrase out of me once or twice before, but why don't YOU do it?

God, it pisses me off! If you want someone to raise the baby, then why don't YOU do it? God, these grandparents are such pricks! OP, you get zero out of five buttholes. The grandparents and the dad get three out of five buttholes. Am I the butthole for telling my sister that she's not allowed to bring her homemade food to Thanksgiving because her cooking is ruining the meal. Every year our family does a big Thanksgiving dinner and we all typically bring a dish or two. My sister, who's a lovely person in every other way, insists on cooking something homemade every time. The issue? She is not a great cook. And I don't just mean not great. I mean she somehow managed to turn classic dishes into borderline inedible creations.

For context, last Thanksgiving, she showed up with her special recipe stuffing that was over-seasoned with random spices like cinnamon and cardamom. It was dry and the flavors were confusing and totally off for stuffing. Only one person took a small bite and the rest went untouched. Another year, she brought a green bean casserole that had some kind of strange, chewy texture. She later admitted that she used coconut milk and almond flour to experiment. No one wanted seconds of that either. This year, I'm hosting Thanksgiving.

Since I'm responsible for putting it all together, I wanted to keep the menu consistent so that people could actually enjoy a cohesive meal. I thought that I would avoid drama by asking my sister to bring non-food items instead, like wine, soda, or even some flowers. I explained to her very kindly, I thought, that I just wanted to make things easy and streamlined and I would handle the main dishes. But she did not take it well. She got offended and told me that I was being controlling and shutting her out of the family gathering. She then accused me of making her feel inadequate and said that Thanksgiving is about everyone contributing, not me deciding what's acceptable. I told her that everyone appreciates her effort, but she could contribute in other ways and

still be part of it. She doubled down and said that she would be bringing her famous, chewy green bean casserole whether I like it or not. Now my mom and a couple of other family members have chimed in, saying I should just let her bring whatever she wants because it's Thanksgiving and it's the thought that counts. They're acting like I'm committing some huge offense by wanting the food to be enjoyable for everyone and not to have random experimental dishes that no one will eat. Then OP posted an update. After our last conversation, my sister was being pretty cagey about what she planned to make, so I reached out to my mom hoping she could help

smooth things over. Instead, my mom got defensive, saying that I'm overthinking it and that it's just one dish. I told her that I wasn't sure that it was just one dish anymore, especially after hearing about my sister's grocery haul, which included canned oysters and edible glitter. Then my mom let it slip that my sister has been hard at work on some creative menu that she's been planning as her Thanksgiving surprise. Apparently she's been telling the family group chat, which I wasn't included in by the way, that I'm being controlling and that she wants to expand everyone's palette with something truly unique. To top it off, my cousin sent me a screenshot from the group chat

where my sister said that she's bringing not one, but three dishes to Thanksgiving now. She's calling them her Thanksgiving Trio Experience, complete with her own place settings and little menu cards that she's designing. I'm officially panicking because I have no idea what she's planning to serve, and from what I've heard, it's not remotely traditional. At this point, half the family thinks I'm overreacting, while the other half is texting me with things like, is she really bringing glittered sweet potatoes? I feel stuck. If I try to control it anymore, I'm the bad guy. But if I don't, Thanksgiving might turn into a tasting event for my sister's avant-garde cooking.

Then one week later, OP posted an update. Thanksgiving is now just a little over two weeks away, and somehow things have escalated even further than I thought possible. I thought that maybe my sister's Thanksgiving trio experience would be the peak of the drama. Well, turns out I was wrong. Since the last update, my sister's Thanksgiving trio experience would be the peak of the drama. Well, turns out I was wrong. Since the last update, my sister has been fully committed to making her dishes the main attraction. She's been dropping hints in the family group chat, which I'm still not included in, but shout out to my cousin for the screenshots, about how this Thanksgiving will be one to

remember and calling it her Thanksgiving debut. She's apparently been referring to herself as the Thanksgiving head chef and has hinted that she's bringing some kind of culinary surprise centerpiece that will transform the whole experience. From what I can piece together, she's planning a main statement dish in addition to her original three side dishes. I'm picturing something equally bizarre but on a much larger scale, and honestly I'm terrified. If her green bean casserole was already pushing it, I can't even imagine what she thinks is worthy of being the centerpiece. Then, to make things even weirder, my mom texted me privately and suggested that I step

back this year and let my sister shine since she's so excited about her contributions. My mom thinks that if we just give her this moment, it'll make her happy and she'll get it out of her system. She even hinted that maybe I should focus on decorations and drinks instead of the main dishes, which feels like an attempt to turn hosting over to my sister without actually saying it. Thanksgiving isn't even here yet, and it already feels like a circus. I'm half tempted to just sit back and see what chaos unfolds, but part of me is still worried about subjecting the whole family to whatever

artistic statement she has planned. Then one week later, OP posted an update. Here we are, the day before Thanksgiving, and things have continued to spiral. I decided to let my sister move forward with her trio experience since pushing back would only make things worse. I thought we had a plan, she would bring her dishes, and I would make sure there were plenty of other options to keep the peace. This morning my mom let me know that my sister is now adding a surprise dish to her contributions. She's been very secretive about what it is, which has everyone nervous after her past

attempts. My mom thinks it's sweet that my sister is putting in so much effort, but my other family members are not as optimistic. My cousin texted me privately asking if I had backup food ready, and my dad casually mentioned bringing extra rolls just in case. At this point, I've decided to stick with the plan and let her have her moment. I'll still have a few traditional dishes on hand so no one goes hungry. Tomorrow will probably be chaotic, but it should at least make for a memorable holiday.

Wish me luck. Then one week later, OP posted an update. Thanksgiving dinner is officially over, and I genuinely don't know where to start. I feel like I just lived through a fever dream of culinary chaos and family drama, and I need a moment to breathe before I can process everything. My cousin and I are headed out for drinks to dissect all of it, because honestly, what just happened deserves its own Netflix special. So my sister showed up earlier than expected, which I should have seen coming. She came in like a storm, carrying not just her three dishes, but also this giant platter wrapped in foil, which she was clearly trying to make a big deal about.

She immediately started rearranging the table, moving my dishes to the side so hers could take center stage. She even brought her own table runner and candles, saying something about setting the mood for a creative dining experience. I decided not to fight her on it because at this point I just wanted to get through the night without a blow up. Her trio experience was, well, let's just say that it was everything I feared and more. She started with a glittery sweet potato mash that somehow managed to taste like a mix of sugar and sand. The glitter wasn't even edible glitter. It was craft glitter, which

I didn't realize until one of the kids said, this is crunchy. And I looked closer. Then there was the cranberry and oyster relish. Yes, oysters and cranberries. It looked like someone had spilled and cranberries. It looked like someone had spilled jam into clam chowder, and the smell alone was enough to make me lose my appetite. Finally, she brought out a pumpkin curry casserole that had raisins in it for some reason and this weird fishy smell that clucked to the air for way too long. But the pièce de résistance was her surprise centerpiece dish, which turned out to be a turkey gelatin mold. Yes, she took ground turkey, mixed it with some kind of broth and seasonings and turned

it into a wobbly translucent mold shaped like a turkey. She even garnished it with p- ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha silent when she unveiled it. Except for my cousin, who immediately started coughing to cover up what I'm pretty sure was a laugh. Things hit their peak when my mom, who's been defending her this entire time, took took one bite of the gelatin mold and just froze. She didn't say anything, but you could She didn't say anything, but you could see the regret on her face. My sister, noticing my mom's lack of enthusiasm, decided to go on this long speech about how Thanksgiving food is too boring and how she's trying to challenge our palates. She even called my ham and mashed potatoes uninspired, which was rich coming from someone

serving glitter sand potatoes. The breaking point came when my aunt, who's usually the peacekeeper, tried the gelatin mold and actually gagged. She tried to be polite about it, but my sister saw her reaction and completely lost it. She started yelling about how nobody in the family supports her and how we're all stuck in the past with our unoriginal food. She even accused me of sabotaging her dishes by not hyping them up enough to everyone. At this point, half the table was trying not to laugh, and the other half was just staring at their plates, probably wondering how we got here.

My sister ended up storming out the house, but not before saying something along the lines of, you'll regret not appreciating my vision when I'm famous. She left most of her food behind, which my cousin and I quietly threw out after dinner. The rest of the night actually turned out pretty nice once the tension was gone. My dad's emergency ham was a lifesaver, and everyone agreed that next year we're either going to a restaurant or just skipping Thanksgiving altogether. For now, I am off to grab a drink, or three, with my cousin to laugh slash cry over everything that went down. This Thanksgiving was truly something else, and I don't know whether to feel

relieved it's over or brace myself for whatever fresh chaos my sister has planned for next year. You know, one thing I'd like to point out about this is that if the sister used inedible glitter, then that means your body can't digest that glitter, which means you have glittery poop. Also, if the texture of this glitter is sandy and crunchy, that means you have sandy, crunchy, glittery poop, which cannot be a pleasant experience. Well, OP, based on the comments, I think it's pretty safe to say that everyone is on your side because this sounds like a disgusting disaster.

OP, you get 0 out of 5 buttholes. I'm giving your sister… what's fair here, I guess 1.5 out of 5 buttholes? It's more of a stupid moment than it is a butthole moment, I think. That was r slash am I the butthole, and if you liked this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.