rSlash - r/Amithedevil Give Me $300,000, OR ELSE!

Episode Date: April 25, 2026

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so I can stress less during tax season or any season. Plan started just $12 a month. Learn more at tellus.com slash online security. No one can prevent all cybercrime or identity theft. Conditions apply. Welcome to R.S. Am I the Devil? Where O.P. is the world's worst dad. Our next Reddit post is from deleted. My first wife, who's deceased and I had my son about a year after we got married, we were both 21 at the time. I still remember holding him for the first time, how he smelled. My son and I were extremely close in the years to follow.

My father was never around, so I always craved providing him with the father-son bond that I didn't have. It was safe to say that my bond with him was beyond even that. We'd spend our weekends together and go camping. When he entered his teenage years, he would tell me which girl he liked. When he was 15, his mother got really sick. It was a super stressful time. She had a rare form of aggressive cancer that was terminal. Her battle lasted about a year from when we found it.

The last few months, though, were really, really bad. She could barely talk, barely move. I'm ashamed to say that it was around then that I cheated on his mother. A colleague of mine was there for me at the time, and it just accelerated from there. And it wasn't a one-off thing, as my affair continued for months. My son found out a few weeks

before his mother passed. He caught me and my colleague in the act when he came home early from school. I'll never forget the look on his face. It was like he was staring into the abyss. I hadn't seen him cry since he was eight or nine, but in that moment he was crying too. I knew then that my relationship with the son

that I loved more than anything would change forever, but even then, I had no idea how bad it would be. He decided not to tell his mom. I assumed because he knew she would be heartbroken and he didn't want her to pass with a broken heart. The period between her death and the funeral is a bit of a blur. But during that entire period, my son didn't speak a single word to me.

Not a single word in a month. When the funeral ended and the two of us went home, he ran up to his room. I decided I would try to properly talk to him. When I walked up to his room, there was a suitcase on the bed, and he was packing. I knew then and there what was happening. His mother's life insurance paid out entirely to him. He was going to move out. I begged him not to go. I literally went on my knees and pleaded with him. I was sobbing, saying how sorry I was, how much I love him, told him about the

moment I first held him as a baby, but nothing. He didn't even acknowledge me. Not a word. He left. He was 16 at the time and was legally allowed to leave. I went to a lawyer, but there was nothing I could do, especially when the affair was at the center of it all. The next few weeks and months were full of me begging him to talk to me, to come home. He stayed at a hotel initially, then moved in with his best friend and his family. He continued to go to school as usual. From then, up until he graduated high school, was essentially a combination of me trying to talk to him, apologizing, etc. I had some really, really low moments in that period. He wouldn't talk to me or acknowledge me. His aunts and uncles, his mother's siblings, whom he would

close with, tried to talk to him about it, but he refused to tell them about the cheating or even acknowledge me to them. I still don't quite know why he didn't tell them, to be honest. Fast forward to his school graduation. I wasn't invited, but I still went. I sat at the back so he wouldn't see me. He told his aunt that if I came, he would leave the graduation. I took pictures and videos like the typical proud dad that I was, but I lost it when he went up to give the valedictorian speech. I had no idea that he had scored the highest, in his class. In his speech, he paid tribute to his mother, how much he missed her, thanked his best friend in their family for taking him in. He didn't mention me at all. Nothing. It's like I didn't

exist. I left that graduation so broken. I felt like a failure. I felt pathetic. I later learned through a friend that my son was going to be studying medicine and that he's going overseas to do so. It was then that I knew I had to stop, that my mental health couldn't take it anymore. I decided then and there to try to live some semblance of a normal life again. I started dating again, and it felt great. I always kept tabs on my son. I know it sounds lame, but I made a fake Facebook account to join the group chats that his university had. It was thanks to this that I was aware of when he was getting awards or scholarships for his outstanding performance. Even though it was in a different country, I went to every single award ceremony he was in, a total of six. He never knew

that I was there, but I was. Even though he didn't want me in his life, and we hadn't spoken in years, I wasn't missing his milestones. So now we get to what the trigger was for me posting this. About a month ago, I found out that my son had an award ceremony for winning an award. He was at that time a doctor. I decided to take my wife and the girls to the ceremony, about a six hour or so road trip. That's all it'll be. My daughters know that they have a brother and they know what he looks like. I always talk so proudly with them and my wife about him. So my son accepts his award. It was during the acceptance that I learned my son now has a wife and a son. When I asked my friends and relatives about it later, they told me that he had them swear that they wouldn't tell me, or he would cut them off

too. I was devastated. It felt like a gut punch. After he got off the stage, he was making the rounds to shake everyone's hand, engage in small talk. He didn't know I was there. I didn't inform the few family members I had that were going of our attendance. I decided it would be best to talk to him first. Well, it went really, really badly. Before I could go up to him, he saw me and my wife and daughters in the corner. He had a breakdown then and there. I felt terrible. We were told to leave, so we did.

I just hope one day I can tell him that I never stopped loving him. I just hope that I can tell him that I never missed a day of importance in his life that I knew about. Maybe one day I'll tell him that I sleep with a stuffed bear that he used to sleep with when he was younger, just so I can feel close to him. I love you, son, and I always will. Hey, O.P., um, I think your son doesn't like you, and I think he doesn't want to be in your life. Just FYI. Am I the butthole for feeling upset that my husband's family won't help us financially when they helped other family members?

I'm a woman who's married to my husband, who's the youngest in his family. Recently, my parents gave me $600,000 to help us buy a home, which I'm extremely grateful for. In our culture, it's pretty common for both sides of the family to contribute, so there's a sense of balance and shared support. Because of that, my parents hope that my husband's side of the family might also be able to contribute around $200,000 to $300,000. However, when this was brought up, my father-in-law told me directly over the phone that he doesn't have money for retirement and that I shouldn't ask him for money. The tone of the response felt very harsh and dismissive, which honestly hurt. What's confusing me is that my husband's brother and cousin both received financial help from their parents, but when it comes to my husband, the youngest, suddenly there's no support available.

I've also had some difficult feelings based on other family dynamics. My husband's brother's wife has had legal issues in the past, including getting into fights and going to jail. My husband's cousin's wife doesn't really work and has judged me for owning a Tesla, which I pay for myself. And those two girls have a house, but I don't have a house. In contrast, I have a clean background, a stable job, and savings. I've worked hard to build my life and genuinely try to be kind and supportive to my husband. Because of that, I'm struggling to understand why I seem to be held to a different standard or why support feels so one-sided. I'm not saying anyone is obligated to give us money, but I do feel hurt by what seems like inconsistent treatment within the family. It makes me question whether things are being handled fairly. Pretty wild entitlement here. OP gets handed $600,000, and then her next response is to call someone up and say, hey, give me $250K, and then when that doesn't happen, she complains about it online. O.P., you sound like a spoiled princess.

Our next credit post is from R slash am I the butthole. Am I the butthole for signing up for an activity and paying for it without telling my parents? I'm a 20-year-old male college student, and when my sister and I both turned 18, our parents, gave each of us a set amount of money to cover college and related expenses. They said it was ours to manage and that we could also use some of it for extracurriculars or personal development if we wanted, as long as we weren't reckless. My sister goes to an Ivy League school, so her tuition is really high. I go to a state school, so mine is a lot cheaper.

She also does a bunch of activities like yoga teacher training and dance classes, and she tends to tell my parents about all of that. I don't really do as many smaller things, but I recently signed up for one bigger program. I didn't tell my parents beforehand, and that's where the issue started. The program is basically a men's wellness and personal development thing. It's kind of like a structured right-of-passage program with a focus on discipline, mental resilience, and pushing yourself outside your comfort zone. Some of it is physically intense, military style like early mornings, group challenges, and things like cold water exposure. It's not random or unsafe, it's organized,

and something I actually want to do for myself. The cost is around $25,000. I didn't think I needed to ask because the money was already given to me, and I've been pretty responsible overall. Even with this, I think I'm still spending less total than my sister because my tuition is so much lower. In my mind, this was just me choosing one big thing instead of a bunch of smaller ones.

My mom found out anyway, looked up some promotional videos, and completely freaked out. I think my sister is the one who found out that I was doing that and told her. She says it looks like I paid $25,000 to get bullied and thinks it's basically some kind of boot camp or cult. She's really upset that I didn't ask first, and keeps saying this isn't what the money was meant for.

I tried explaining that the marketing videos are kind of over the top, and not really what the day-to-day experience is like, but she doesn't believe me. Now things are tense, and she keeps bringing it up like I made a huge mistake. I get that it's a lot of money, and maybe I should have mentioned it, but at the same time, it was my budget to manage,

and I didn't go over it. Pro tip, O.P., you can sign up for the military, where you can be forced to wake up early in the morning and have people yell at you and do intense physical training, and instead of paying them $25,000, they'll pay you $25,000. You moron. I'm not sure if Opie really belongs in R slash Am I the Devil, because he's not a devil necessarily. He's not a bad person. He's just really, really dumb.

Well, maybe from the parents' perspective. I mean, they did work hard for that money, theoretically, and then to have this sun just blow it on a manosphere hazing camp is pretty disrespectful. Am I the butthole for not remembering being a bully? I'm a 23-year-old guy who's a med student, and I saw an old high school classmate at my internship hospital. I was pretty happy to see them, since it had been a pretty long day and night, and I wanted to talk to someone that wasn't one of my own colleagues. I asked how he'd been, what was new with him, etc. He looked at me, like basically stared and didn't say much. I asked if everything was okay when he hit me with, are you going to make fun of me again? I was pretty

startled and quite honestly surprised. It took me a second to recover, but when I asked what he meant by that, I could see his face crack in anger. It was quite the sight. I tried to move on and even told him I could get a physician to see him right away when he just answered back, How dare you act like you did nothing to me? This was my, oh man, moment. I offered him a chance to speak about it, and I even apologized if I ever did something to make him feel this way, which he appreciated.

Until I slipped in, regretfully. But honestly, I don't remember what you're talking about. That was enough for him to start throwing curse words my way and saying things like, You don't know how bad you hurt me, and you made my life hell. I simply apologized again and just disappeared when a nurse came by to check on him. I truly don't know what to do.

Should I contact him and formally apologize? But if so, how could I? I don't have any recollection of doing anything bad to him. He was just the funny guy from class. O.P., that probably means that you're such a consistent bully to everyone around you that is just normal for you. It's not like, oh, I'm going to be mean to that guy. You're just mean to everyone. So, of course, it wouldn't stand out to you.

It reminds me of the line from Street Fighter when Chunli was upset that Bison killed her father and destroyed her village and Bison drops this crazy line. For you, the day Bison graced your village was the most important day of your life. But for me, it was Tuesday. Also in the comments, we find out what the bullying was.

O.P. writes, yeah, apparently there was a period of time where he started hanging out with us until I went too overboard with a joke about the things that he liked. The, quote, prank was just me opening up a photo of him, quote, cosplaying, and with his anime cartoon dolls during a Zoom class while I was sharing my screen for a presentation. When we came back from lockdown, everything was normal with him, so I'm still confused. Am I the butthole expecting my husband to cook for us while he's not working?

My husband broke his ankle and had to have surgery. He has a cast for now and crutches to get around the house and has been home less than a week. Normally, we either take turns cooking or cook together when we both get home. But since he'll be home for a couple of weeks, I told him he should be covering dinner for us. He said that he would do what he could. The first day, all he made is was freaking grilled cheese and soup. Stuff like that doesn't really constitute a meal, or he orders takeout. Once in a while, okay, but it's been like that ever since he's been staying home.

Yesterday, I asked him to do something with more substance, like a baked dish with a side salad, protein and vegetable sides. My husband argued and said he didn't think he'd be able to do something like that, because he's supposed to be staying off that foot as much as possible for the time being. And he brought up being in pain. I totally get the pain, but I reminded him that there were ways that he could make a good dinner even with a broken ankle. He has his crutches, he could bring a stool or a rolling chair into the kitchen,

or get everything to the table and sit and do prep. Instead, he made chili in a slow cooker and has pre-made salads delivered from the store. I wound up making something from myself instead and told him how I was getting fed up with his disregarding my wishes and feelings. He told me I was being bossy and I need to cut him some slack and he would go stay with a friend. He's been there a whole day and was short with me when I called to get him to talk about this. I don't think I'm asking too much from him to just cook dinner since he's home, but am I the butthole? Well, I can wake up every day happy that I'm not married to this lady.

This guy's been pulling his weight 50-50 in the kitchen, and then he breaks his leg for one week, and she loses her mind. Let me give you some advice, dude. Don't ever get cancer, because she will make your life miserable even more than the cancer, probably. That was our slash am I the devil. And if you like this content, be sure to find a far. follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day. Rosen lasagna, medium power, 15 minutes. Sounds like Ojo time. Let's play. Feel the fun with Play Ojo, the online casino with all the latest slot and live casino games. What you win is yours to keep with no wagering requirements, instant payouts and no minimum

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