rSlash - r/Amithedevil for Leaving My Pregnant Wife to Die?

Episode Date: August 17, 2025

0:00 Intro 0:05 Fake kidnapped 2:44 Kids 6:06 Need help 8:58 No contact 12:07 No feelings Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome to R-slash, Am I the Devil, where O.P. kidnaps two small children. Am I the butthole for fake kidnapping my friend's kids? So my friend of about 20 years is mad at me and calling me cruel in a butthole. She got upset after I fake kidnapped her two young kids. Now, I know it sounds harsh so far, but the reason I did it was to finally get through her head the dangers of leaving her kids home alone when she goes out. On top of all the dangers, she just recently split up with her husband, and they're currently going through a custody battle. The kids live with her, but the dad is fighting to get them to live

with him a city over. She knows any ammunition this man can get will be used against her in court, and I've told her a million times that if he finds out she leaves the kids at home to run five to ten minute errands, she absolutely will lose come court time. The kids are five and eight years old. Sure, they're quite capable for 10 minutes, but I told her that's not the point. Countless times I would come over. The door was unlocked, so I walk right in and her kids are home alone. She shows up five minutes later, stating it was easier to run for milk without the kids or whatever she's doing at the time. I tell her, for God's sake, at least lock the door so a stranger can't walk in, and I honestly worry what would happen if a fire started. This leads to today.

I was on my way over and I see her drive past me. She didn't see me or know that I was on the way, so I get this great idea to teach her a lesson. I go to her house and tell the kids to get into my car and we're going to go for a little drive. They drive with me often, so going for a drive is nothing new. We get in the car and go park just down the street where I could see her get back. Sure enough, five minutes later, she's back at the house and sees the door is open. I wait a minute and see her run outside, then hit towards the back. then run back inside again, clearly in a panic. So I drive back up to the house and run inside to find her crying uncontrollably and shaking in a panic. I was kind of smiling, like, hey, it's okay, your kids are with me, but she couldn't stop crying. Finally, after about half an hour, she calms down enough to question why I did this, and after explaining, she asked me to leave, so I did. She texted me after saying how cruel that was, and that I was a butthole. And now she isn't replying to texts. So am I the butthole? It's really strange that her response to her overworked, stressed out, single-mom friend

isn't to say, hey, let me go pick up some milk for you. It's, hey, let me kidnap your kids and give you emotional trauma to teach you a lesson. Cool, cool friend. Our next Reddit post is from Relationship Advice. I have three children. Lily, who's 46, Jason, who's 42, and Derek, who's 28. I'm a 70-year-old woman. I had Derek late in an attempt to stay together with my husband. The attempt went badly, and he ended up being abused heavily by my now ex, and I wasn't brave

enough to stop him. I finally managed to leave my ex when Derek was 12, and he was sent off to a boarding school due to custody issues. He and I had a fractured relationship for years. We sent him to a military boarding school, hoping it would fix him. He was a misfit, for lack of enough room to explain more. Well, he wound up being good at the military. I begged him to go to college like his siblings, who both have master's degrees. Instead, he joined the military at 17 when we all told him not to, though I signed the permission form. For a while, it seemed to go well. He was overseas and had a good job. Then, suddenly, he was going back to America in medical evacuation, and he said that he got hurt in a training accident. He was 19. He changed after that. He used to be

friendly and funny, but suddenly he was haunted and angry and miserable. He medically discharged with a rating of 100% at 20 years old, with only three years of work experience. I knew the VA wouldn't help him, so I stepped up. I went with him to medical appointments and fought so he could get the surgery he needed. He finally admitted what happened. While overseas, his chief, who was five ranks above him, sexually assaulted him brutally. He was badly hurt. He tried telling the military and he was called a liar, so he shut down and just let them discharge him while saying that it was a training accident. Fast forward eight years. After a lot of work, he's a relatively stable human. He goes to a lot of therapy, physical and mental. And physically, he will never run or jump again, but he did get out of the

wheelchair after a lot of work. Logically, I understand that he worked extremely hard to get to where he is. He owns his home and has good friends, but he's retired at 28 with no college degree. My other children are extremely successful and are married with kids, and Derek is single and wants no kids. Yeah, he makes money every month from the government, but he just gets to be lazy now and not work. I talk to people and I say, my oldest is a college professor, my middle is an engineer, my youngest, he's a veteran. I wanted so much more for Derek. Instead, he's a broken person who's held together with duct tape that he constantly has to reapply. I never tell him this. I tell him how proud I am for serving our country, how resilient he is.

But inside, I'm so disappointed. What do I do? Or say? Fighting the military for him, supporting him, it gave us a relationship again. We're very close. But every time I look at him, I'm disappointed. Oh, you're disappointed, O.P. Were you disappointed in your 10-year-old son? when your husband was beating him? Were you disappointed in him when you sent him off to military boarding school so that you didn't have to deal with him? It honestly seems like O.P. only wants a son so that she can brag about him to her friends. O.P. is genuinely an awful human being. Our next Reddit post is from R slash Am I the Butthole. I'm a 62-year-old guy, and I lost my wife 10 years ago. These events happened during that time, but it's been brought up

recently. When my wife died, I ended up relying heavily on my oldest, who was 16, let's call her Nancy. She gave up the most, I'll admit that, because I needed someone to watch the younger boys while I worked. She could no longer be a part of her soccer team or her art program, and I needed her home. During her senior year, she told me going to prom was very important to her, and to please figure something out so she could go. I said I would, but ended up forgetting about it, and worked late. I got home to find her crying in her dress. I was tired and didn't want to get into it, and I told her I was sorry, but it wasn't like she missed anything important. Nancy didn't talk to me for days after that. When her college letters started coming in, I didn't think much of it,

and assumed she would pick a college close to home. Well, she ended up getting a partial scholarship to a school several hours away. I was pretty upset because I still needed help, but But she said she gave up two years of doing anything for herself to take care of her brothers, and she wasn't a replacement mom. And I used her. I said that she was being dramatic and she couldn't abandon her family. What were we supposed to do? She said that I should be a parent and figure it out.

There was a big fight, but she left anyhow. I don't have much contact with her now. My oldest son is a senior this year, and he was facetiming Nancy saying there wouldn't be a prom. and how he understood, but he was disappointed because he really wanted to take his girlfriend. Nancy said she understood because she didn't get to go to her senior prom either. He said he was sorry, but she said it wasn't his fault because he was just a kid, and that I didn't come home when I was supposed to, so she missed it.

I came in and said it was pretty pathetic that she was still hung up on that. And she snapped back that I was far more pathetic to be so inept as a parent that I couldn't handle giving her one night that I knew was important to her. She then said goodbye to her brother and signed off. My son said that I'm the butthole and that it was no surprise Nancy wanted nothing to do with me. I got angry and grounded him, but he just laughed. I don't think it was at all appropriate for her to tell him that, but my son maintains that I'm the only butthole here.

So am I the butthole? What an actual scumbag, as if the parentification isn't bad enough. which is abused, by the way. He also can't even be man enough to apologize and be like, hey, look, I really screwed up all those years ago. I'm really sorry, my bad. He's blaming her for not being okay with the fact that he abused her. Our next Reddit post comes from R slash Gen X.

My 19-year-old daughter sent me a long, very accusatory text a few weeks ago. I'm sad, confused, and pissed. In the text, she outlined many of my flaws. According to her, I don't spend enough time on myself, therapy, books, health, etc. If I did, it would make me a better husband, father, provider, and person. Honestly, her words effing killed me. She was very belittling and judgmental of how I am. She used my behavior of coming home from work and sitting in my chair to call me lazy and

uninvolved with the family. I'm not lazy, maybe tired. I work two jobs. I've been gainfully employed for 35 years. In terms of being uninvolved, she knows I've never missed even one of her or her sister's activities, never in their whole lives, never missed a dance competition, a recital, a birthday, a prom, nothing. I'm not perfect, but God, I love her, and I've made her and her sister huge priorities in my life. I often cancel stuff that I have going on, like hunting or fishing, so I can support her.

I don't mean to be petty here, but she'd never do that for me. Hell, one time we went on vacation to a national park and she refused to go in case her friends wanted to do something. Nope, she didn't have plans. She just didn't want to miss it if they did. Yeah, I'm too fat. Maybe if I were smarter, we could have stimulating conversations and wouldn't vote for the wrong person. Maybe I do need to clean up after myself in the house so that mom doesn't have to do it. Which, by the way, is the effing pot calling the kettle black.

Jesus, that kid's room is a nightmare. Plus, I'll bet I can count on one hand the time she did her own dishes without being reminded, like in her entire lifetime. After the text, I just wrote back, acknowledged. The next several texts from her were worse, telling me what a disappointment I was and how I'm the cause of all her issues. There were a long list of things she blamed me for. She said she was the victim of my generational trauma,

which I should acknowledge and apologize for. Then she started putting teeth in the texts. I'm blocking you. Your toxic behaviors are harmful. Someday, when I have kids, you'll never be allowed around them. Then she blocked me. She hasn't acknowledged my presence since. Ironically, she wrote those texts on a phone that I bought her, using a plan that I pay for in a bid that I provided for her after dinner I helped provide. When she stormed off to go to school, which I pay for,

without looking at me the next day, she got into the car that I bought for her for her 16th birthday. which I pay insurance and repairs on. Not to mention, I do most of the repairs and maintenance myself. Know what? That kid can F right off. I'm not apologizing for anything. I've done my best. It's all I ever set out to do.

You know, when you have a story where O.P. is actively trying to make himself look good, and he still ends up looking kind of bad despite all that, you know that the actual reality has to be so much worse. O.P.'s mentality is basically, I pay for stuff. therefore I'm beyond criticism. Am I the butthole for not helping my cheating pregnant ex-wife when she fell in front of our daughter? I'm a 38-year-old man, and I have a daughter who's 15. Her mom and I

divorced three years ago. I really loved her, but she initiated the divorce because she said that she's fallen out of love with me, and she admitted to having feelings for one of her close friends. It mentally traumatized me for a while, but therapy helped me move on. She was very apologetic about everything, but I was just done with her after the divorce. We've since maintained a stable co-parenting relationship for our daughter's sake. She's now remarried to her affair partner and currently pregnant. Last week, I was dropping my daughter off for her scheduled time at her mom's place. As my ex was coming out of the house, she tripped on something and fell pretty badly. It was really scary, considering she's a few months pregnant, and my daughter was immediately

panicked and rushed to her. She asked me to come out and help. but honestly, I didn't really care. I just told her to call her stepdad, and I left. It might sound harsh, but in my mind, it wasn't my responsibility anymore. Anyway, when my daughter came home last night, she seemed really sad. I asked her if the baby was going to be okay, and she said yes. But then she told me that what I did last week was the cruelest thing she's ever seen anyone do. She cried again and went up to her room.

I do feel guilty about my daughter crying, but, I don't feel guilty about what I did. Am I the butthole? First off, I'm not sure if the woman in this story cheated. She fell out of love with O.P. And then left O.P. for another man. Is that cheating? Kind of, maybe, not exactly.

So right off the bat, I don't super believe O.P. I think he's trying to make himself look better, or at least make the wife look worse. And then he says the therapy helped him move on when clearly he hasn't moved on. He still has a chip on his shoulder, so O.P. is just straight up a liar. That being said, leaving your daughter to potentially watch her mom and half-sister die due to an injury and you're just like, peace out, not my problem, is horrific. It's cruelty beyond measurement. O.P. is a horrible human being here. Even if O.P.'s wife was just a random pregnant woman, someone he's never met before, and she tripped and fell badly while obviously pregnant.

Any normal person would be like, hey, are you okay? Should I call the ambulance or something? Not just be like, peace! Not my problem. See ya. Wouldn't want to be you? That was our slash am I the devil. And if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.