rSlash - r/Offmychest My Lesbian Sister Wants My Husband to Impregnate Her

Episode Date: October 5, 2025

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Welcome to R slash off my chest, where O.P. doesn't want to knock up his lesbian sister. Our next Reddit post is from Complete Bird. The title of this one is, I had a falling out with my lesbian sister-in-laws over my husband's sperm. A few years ago, my husband's family, his sister and her wife, asked him to be their sperm donor. His sister's name is Fiona and her wife is Kelly. Ultimately, he told them no. This was a decision that we made together because he asked me for advice. What I didn't know until later was that he told him the reason was me.

He basically threw me under the bus and said that I didn't want him to do it, when in reality it was a decision that he made too. I understand why he threw me under the bus. He didn't want to be the one attacked by his sister. I learned how cruel she can be. Fiona and Kelly wanted a phone call with me to hear my reasons for not wanting my husband to be a sperm donor. On the call, Fiona and Kelly called me jealous, controlling, a bad person,

and they said they pity my husband for being with me. They said they feel sorry for him for being with me. Every reason I gave them wasn't good enough. They'd have a rebuttal to every one of my reasons, then attack my character. After the toxic phone call, my husband said, Don't worry, we never have to see them again. That was his solution to this, as we lived thousands of miles away, from each other. That was three years ago. Fast forward to today. Now, we all live in the same

town, and his mother wants us all to hang out often. They've never tried to make things right or extend an olive branch to me when they were the ones that burned the bridge with me. They eventually found another donor and had a kid, but the relationship with me was never healed. Every time I see them, I feel so much anger and resentment. I literally don't even want to make eye contact with them. I don't want to forget. them because they've never acknowledged the pain they caused or taken any accountability. The worst part is that the family events feel unavoidable, and I'm stuck navigating how to be around people who openly disrespected me and still refused to make amends.

I want to protect my peace, but I also don't want to cause more drama in the family. I feel trapped between holding my ground and not wanting to be the villain for distancing myself. I don't enjoy hanging out with people that have disrespected me, and shown me zero love. I don't know how to coexist with people who I feel nothing but anger towards. If a friend treated me this way, I'd never speak to them again.

Well, that's the thing, O.P. A friend, specifically your husband, did treat you this way. Your husband apparently knew his sister would go ballistic and left you to catch all the heat. And even afterwards, he's not even defending you or forcing his sister to apologize. He's just going about his life.

Not my problem. Your husband's a doucheback. I don't know why anyone would want that guy's sperm. Our next Reddit post is from Hacom. I usually work until 6, but today I came home early because a meeting got canceled. I walk in to find my grandma, who's 78, sitting at the kitchen table with her checkbook out. She was on speakerphone with a man who was telling her she'd won $8 million, but needed to cover the release fees before she could get it. At first, I thought she knew that it was fake. She's smart, but when I saw that she had already written out a check for $3,500, my stomach dropped.

I asked her who she was talking to, and the guy immediately told her, Don't let anyone interfere, ma'am, or you'll lose everything. That's when it hit me how manipulative this was. I grabbed the phone and said, Who are you? But he hung up instantly. My grandma looked embarrassed, like she'd been caught doing something wrong. She whispered,

But what if it was real? It broke me. She lived her whole life saving money, never asking anyone for help. And now she's lonely, sick, and vulnerable to people like this. We checked the number. Classic scam. She cried when I explained it. Not because of the money, but because she felt stupid. I told her she's not stupid. These scams are designed to trick even the smartest people. I can't stop thinking about what would have happened if I hadn't come home early. I can tell you one of the easiest ways to protect yourself against scams. is to just never, ever answer a phone call unless you know who it's from. I don't even like talking to people on the phone anyways. I don't like talking to strangers besides. So why bother? Some weird number? Go away.

Don't talk to me. I don't care. It's 2025. Send me an email. I don't want to talk to you on the phone. Our next Reddit posts is from Throw Me Away. I'm a 29-year-old woman, and my husband is 30, and my husband has been the victim of revenge adult content.

Images of him were sent to our faithful. family and friends, and even some of my husband's colleagues. At first, my husband told me they were old images from before we met, but some of them were taken in our flat, the flat that we moved into together. Afterwards, he admitted the images are recent. He met a woman on an online dating app, and he said after they exchanged photos, she began extorting him. He's been paying her from our personal savings behind my back. He paid her 5,500 pounds. Once he had no more to give, she went through with her threat and released the photos. It's been devastating going through the fallout from this. Not just that my husband was on a dating app, but that he

gave her everything we'd saved, and now we have nothing. The police say that whoever extorted him isn't even in this country. He swears he never met anyone in person or cheated on me. We've been married for two years, together for four. We were saving for a down payment, and now we have nothing. Nearly everyone we know now knows my husband was on a dating app exchanging photos with another woman.

This has destroyed me. I'm so ashamed. My confession is that I can't stay after this. I just had to tell someone. O.P., you keep saying my husband's photos were leaked by another woman online, I'd be surprised if it's a woman.

It's probably just a dude running a scam. I bet he even used AI images to hook your husband in. Like, honestly, what's worse here? Downloading a dating app, talking to another woman, even though it's probably a man, sending nudes? To me, it's actually falling for blackmail. No blackmailer on earth has ever been like, oh, thank you so much for the $5,000. I will definitely not continue to blackmail you and delete these photos immediately.

You have to be so stupid to believe that garbage. Our next credit post is from Shih-Zoo. So today, I went to complete a form at the doctor's office for my nursing program at university, and they said it cost it $160. I sat down and I just straight up started crying to myself because I'm so comically broke, it's insane. I was called in not too long after and the doctor asked what was wrong. I just sobbed uncontrollably that I was only 17 and I didn't know I was supposed to pay for everything. Like I was so ugly crying, I'm talking snot and tears running down my face like nobody's business. He sat in silence for a bit.

then said that he would waive the fee for me. And then, of course, my bum self cried more because it meant so much to me. I thanked him for his kindness. Then my snot started dripping like a melting icicle. As I'm blowing my nose, he asked me to come check something, and lo and behold, I get up and drop my tissue. I immediately bend down to get it, but the room is so small, and I'm proximity blind, so my butt hits the chair, and rocket launches me face first into the wall right next to him. And to make it worse, as I pull away, I leave an imprint of my tear-soaked snotty face on the wall. I got up with my face red, snotty, and wet, and straight-up laughed the stupidest most low- IQ laugh known to mankind. Because, like, what is even going on right now?

I then stood there with the composure of a dumb-bounded prick as the remnants of my face plant of doom haunted me a few inches away. The doctor turned away and stifled a laugh, then asked if I was fine. And all I could do was wish I pretended I passed out with my face glued to the wall by my snot, so I wouldn't have to face him again. Oh, the sheer embarrassment. How does this always happen to me? Hey, O.P, don't forget, since you have a nursing program and this is a doctor, you may end up working with this guy in the future. Just a constant daily reminder of this embarrassing moment. So just remember, things can always get worse. Our next Reddit post is from specific inflation. I've been crying on and off for hours because of something that happened at work,

and I just feel the need to tell someone. I'm in my mid-20s, a software engineer in the UK, and part of my job is interviewing people. Today, my coworker and I interviewed a candidate for a relatively junior role at our company. The man we interviewed was in his late 30s, had eight years of experience and had recently moved here from another country. He's currently unemployed. During the interview, he really struggled with a fundamental problem. It wasn't a trick question. I found myself giving him hint after hint, trying to guide him toward the solution. He did eventually get there and got his code to work at the very end, but it was a real struggle and he was very slow. Professionally, it was a clear no hire. My co-worker agreed. We both knew that if he joined our team, he would be

under immense pressure and would likely struggle a lot. It would have been cruel to put him in this position. But I feel absolutely gutted. This man, more than a decade older than me, is in a new country, jobless, and is trying so hard that he's applying for junior roles despite his years of experience. And I was the one who had to deliver the no that will make his life harder. I keep replaying the interview in my mind. He got the code working at the end, so he probably left with a little bit of hope. The age difference just makes it feel worse. I know it's just a job and I did what I was supposed to do, but I feel like I kick someone who is already down. My heart breaks for him and I haven't been able to stop crying. You know, usually empathy is a good thing because it helps you

connect with your fellow man and helps you work together and, you know, promote teamwork. But sometimes in situations like this, it just fills you with misery and doesn't help at all. I'm not saying empathy is bad. I'm just saying this is one of those situations where having empathy makes life harder. Our next Reddit posts is from much east. My girlfriend gets naked every time we start to argue, and I freaking hate it because I'm weak. I'm so freaking pissed off because I have absolutely no defense to this at all. I don't even mean it in like a sexual way. The second she senses me getting angry at her for something, she just takes her top off every time. And it's the most frustrating thing in the world, because like, it's very hard to continue a rant when looking at something so amazing. She says that it's from

how I met your mother and it works well. But from my perspective, it's so effing frustrating because I have actual gropes, I mean gripes and complaints and things that I want to express. But I can't form an articulable thought process. For perspective, I have ADHD. So it's already very hard for me to articulate my thoughts and then you add fun stuff in there and it's just not fair. And I can't even articulate anymore how angry it makes me because when I try to bring that up, she does the same thing and it works all over again. I've never felt so conflicted in my entire life, and I'm struggling to process how I even feel about this. It's like every time I'm angry or when I even have a normal conversation about something that needs to change, she just takes her

clothes off and says, do you want to be mad or do you want me? And I wish I was stronger, but I'm weak, and this is killing me. I'm not asking for. for advice. I'm just so effing tired and I can't explain this to anyone else. OP, next time walk into the room with her, pull your pants down and say, babe, we need to talk. You gotta level

the playing field. Oh, actually, the commenters are giving some pretty good advice. Bring up the topic in a public place like a restaurant or park. Can't strip there. Our next Reddit post is from Wall Street, Shiba. I think my five-year-old daughter might be a psychopath. So, I once bought a gag gift that's a

little wooden box, and when you pull it open, a fake spider pops out to give you a little jump scare. Well, I used it on my daughter, to little to no reaction, other than a little, oh, and that was that. The thing is, she's a little obsessed with it now. She'll often give it to me and be like, open it, and I'll fake being scared. She'll laugh like crazy and run away. That's all fine. I mean, giving you little jump scares is normal, right? Well, today, I'm with my daughter outside to work on my lawn, and she runs up to me shaking the box. She's like, open it, daddy, and I'm like, not right now, honey. And she gives me her puppy eyes and says, please, so I can't resist. She shakes it a little and gives it to me. And when I open it, a real spider runs out of it and

crawls on my hand. I scream, throw the box, and fling the spider off my hand. I look up and she's literally crying, laughing. Apparently, she decided it would be. a good idea to cut out the fake spider from the box, get a wolf spider from where they usually are behind our shed, and put it in the box to trick me into thinking it'll be a fake spider. But surprise, it's a real spider. While I'm really impressed with her ingenuity to play a practical joke, I am honestly scared that she was capable of doing that. When I told my wife what happened, she was also crying, laughing. So I get where my daughter's humor came from. No chance that anyone that isn't a legit psycho is capable of doing something like that.

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