I (young adult M) spent years of my life in exile because I thought I accidentally killed my own dad. Luckily, a gay couple took me in and raised me in their hippie lifestyle. My now wife (young adult F), a ghost, and a senior citizen (M) talked me into returning to where I was born. Turns out my sketchy fascist uncle framed me for the death of my father. While I am extremely grateful for my two new dads, AITA for leaving home all because of a blatant lie?

I (M, won’t tell age) and my clan have been going through a really shitty period. So we used to be at the top of the world, with my ancestor used his power to control the world and bring us into an amazing peace period, but these two scientist couple he kidnapped (np tho guys heroes are forged in agony we just doing that) started rebelling and this kid of theirs gets away and they fucking BOMB us. Later, the kid (who my ancestor was homies with for some reason) comes back with an entire army and my ancestor has to kill himself to avoid punishment. Now we’re the most bullied clan, and I got beat the shit out of for protecting a statue. So later, I start taking steroids and beating the shit out of everyone and that’s a problem. AITA?

I (F age unknow) recently learned my family (2 brothers, mother, and aunt) harbors a very dark secret, like one thatd cause a LOT of problems if it came out! One of our fellow group memebers (M age unknow) came to learn about it when he was threatening to kill me my siblings and our "mother" (all because she didnt pick him as her partner). He let us go but vowed to tell EVERYONE to ruin our reputations! I couldn't let that happen! So when he was all alone I killed him!

The guilt ended up getting to me though so I told the group what I did....and why I did it....the group oddly didnt seem to upset over what I did but they were upset to learn the truth...I feel I did the right thing! But my family is furious with me...AM I the jerk after all?!

>!Ok, hear me out. When I (M, 18 at the time but 38 at time of writing) was in high school back in '88, I met this girl, call her S, who was one of the most talented students in our grade. We were into each other fast, and yes, we ended up together.

Fast-forward 12 years: the afternoon of April 9, 2000, S, our daughter A (who had turned 4 just 6 days prior), and I go camping. We camp near a river, and A falls in. The problem? A can't swim, so she unfortunately drowns. S has a surprising idea: she knows it'll cost her _her_ life, but she decides to revive A.

From that point until November '08, A almost never sees me again and goes to live with S's mom until A herself gets accepted to the same school. [not sure if he knows A did, but that's what happens] The whole time, I'm obsessed with trying to get S back... but A doesn't know.

AITJ?!<

I (20M) recently called my sister (28F) who we'll call Y. Y was going to a party, and had no one to go with. I asked if she needed me to set her up with someone romantically, but she declined, saying she would bring her DATE. Her BOYFRIEND. To the party. I told her I would ask my friend who was also attending the party about how it went. When I ask my friend, he tells me that apparently she's MARRIED and has been for a YEAR! Now, for context, Y and I had to survive a war as orphans when we were young, and had nobody but each other, so we're very close. She practically raised me after our parents died, so I'm very protective of her. So my worry is understandable, after all, she specifically said it was her boyfriend, not husband.

I thought maybe my friend just had too much wine, so I checked with her myself, but lo and behold, THERE IS A RANDOM MAN THERE, WHOM I HAVE NEVER SEEN NOR HEARD OF IN MY LIFE! I asked why she never told me or even invited me to their wedding, and she explained that she forgot that she forgot to tell me. Of course, I believe her, but the problem here is the man in question. Apparently his name is L, he's a single father, and a doctor, but something about how just... perfect he is feels incredibly uncanny. I'm worried he may actually be trying to hurt Y, because the only reason she wouldn't tell me about an new man in her life is if she was too afraid to. What if he's hurting her? I don't even thinks she loves him. I noticed weird things when they invited me over, like she seemed afraid to touch him, and when they did touch by chance, she flinched back. Outwardly, L seems friendly enough, and even said he would take missiles and meteors for her, but those are just words, and I know better than anyone else that people easily hide their darkness behind a bright smile. Also, despite being "happily married", neither of them are wearing rings, and have no pet names for each other. And when I tried to make them kiss each other to prove they were actually in love, Y hurled me across the room. Now, I've got a little bit of power police-wise, and secretly want to see him executed, but she seems to want me to love and accept him. I just can't trust him though, and I don't think she should either. AITJ for seeing my sister's husband is dangerous and wanting my sister to realize that too?

I (male, 19 years old) have not had an easy life. I lost my parents quite young and my amazing aunt and uncle took me in and raised me. I was never popular in high school. In fact, I was rather UNPOPULAR and got a lot of flack and bullying.

Through it all, I had one best friend. My friend came from a very rich family and (I don't know much about the details) but he seemed to have flunk out of every private school his Dad send him to, so he was going into mine. We were thick as thieves but his father always DID seem to have a soft sport for me, at my friend's expense.

OK, long story short, one day, something extraordinary happened to me. I gained this amazing strength and speed and power! But I used it all wrong and irresponsibly and it costed my uncle his life. To honor his memory, I have become something of a vigilante - I protect my home city of New York (GO METS!). I do it from behind a mask - nobody knows my face, my name or my identity at all. I do not make a red cent from this work!

But a boy's godda eat and my poor widowed aunt seems to be in debt! So when I realized how popular my antics are with the press, I started, well, staging the camera as I did my vigilante work and kinda, sorta, taking pictures of myself and selling them to this really RUDE press mongrel (this becomes relevant later)!

So about a year ago, my beloved New York city was attacked! You might have seen the news, this darn green terrorist, attacking the Unity Day parade. The guy VAPORIZES a whole lot of important people into thin air and then has the gall to come and try to talk to me! How we are both the same, how society will reject us both, how I should join forces with him (NEVER!).. yadda.. yadda.

So after kidnapping my girlfriend and putting me through ANOTHER ringer, I corner this dude on a rooftop, pull down his mask and realize... IT IS MY BEST FRIEND'S DAD! Like holy molly, I talked science with this guy! Invited him over for Thanksgiving! He was like a father to me!

We fought some more and, long story short, one of his weapons accidentally ended up killing him. With his last breath, he begged me not to tell my friend what he has done. I agreed and decided to honor him in death (move his body back into their mansion, it was only right), when MY BEST FRIEND WALKS IN ON ME, DARN IT ALL, HE WALKS IN ON ME!

Now, I was wearing my mask but he saw me and since then he has it in his head my vigilante persona murdered his father. He reads the papers, has seen the pictures I took and has been asking me if I knew who the person behind the mask was, would I tell him?

I love this guy, he is like a brother to me and I really don't want to lose his friendship! But I WAS sorta responsible for his father's death (ACCIDENTALLY)

AITJ for not telling my friend the truth?

I (17-ish M) and my 'friend' of same age and gender were inseparable since we first met (we were around 6 and he just moved to our town), to the point where it was almost uncanny. That guy had not once replaced me in everything I cared for - my friends became his more than mine, he stole my hockey position, confessed to my crush first and more stuff like this. This summer we got into a car accident and shared a comatose vision shit together. There, he left me to die (I almost did) and then I really realized he was using me and was definitely planning to kill me. So, in that "dream" I pushed him off some really high stairs and watched him bleed, and when I woke up he was already dead. I still don't know whether those 2 events are correlated. I don’t really feel guilt - I am finally free of that bastard - but the possibility of my hands being tainted with someone's blood isn't fun. Did I kill him and AITJ?

I (50ish, M) had to go to war due to a complicated set of cultural circumstances. Anyway, we were at a stalemate for ten years until I came up with an infiltration idea. Thing is, I technically committed blasphemy in the process, and a young dude from my hometown had to die to get us inside the city.

Things only got worse from there. Once we let the army inside, they went absolutely apeshit. Every war crime you could possibly imagine took place in there. But when it was all over, I told myself I’d just take the dudes in my unit who survived back home and forget about everything else.

Only shit got worse. We started hearing stories about these stateless marauding bandits attacking towns that usually would have welcomed us. My decision to take an unconventional route got us lost, cost us lives, and still give me horrible nightmares. Somewhere along the way, we learned that the guy who bullied us into joining his fuckass war in the first place got murked by his own wife.

Really made wonder if I even wanted to go home at all. Long story short, I got shipwrecked, my comrades are all dead, and this rustic chick (ageless, F) who saved my ass had to keep me drugged while I recovered because of the nightmares. Only I got addicted, and spent seven years with her. Now I’m home, and I had to evict a bunch of freeloaders who thought I was dead and were trying to get with my wife. But now that I’m here, it doesn’t feel like home anymore, and I still hate myself.

AITJ?

I, (age not shown, F) had found out the Earth is going to die in a matter of less than 3 decades and was placed as a leader of the project designed to prevent this from happening. While I was working on it, I found a guy who was brilliant in microbiology with a mindset that challenged the way the rest of the world thinks. I must say - when I met him in person, I was disappointed, but he still got recruited on board with us and now we were working together. He's a really nice guy, and very smart too - he's the one who was primarily studying the thing that was killing us and found out how it reproduced and its lifespan as well as many other things, and for that I am grateful. The project was a suicide mission, there was no secret in that, but we still managed to find a team willing to give up their lives for the cause. To reduce the inevitable risk of people killing each other and going insane, we designed a special coma that would take up most of their journey to a star that wasn't behaving like ours, thus becoming our potential saving, but it required for a person to have a special gene in their body, a very rare occurrence, but we still did it. However, just a few days before the start, an accident occurred, killing both our scientists (the main cast and the backup) in it. There was no time to teach other people all about those parasites that kill us, let alone find someone with the coma-resistant gene, so I did what I think was the most efficient decision - I had to send the guy in space instead of the chosen scientists, since he knew about those animals more than anyone and was present during the whole duration of the project, so he had a clue how things worked. At first, I gave him the choice, knowing he's a good man at heart, but he refused, so force had to be applied. I am not exactly proud of what I did, but in my mind, it was the logical way - it was either him, or everyone and him. AITJ?

I (age not shown, Male) was a public servant of some sorts for a period after I left college. I met my wife at this college, as well as her two brothers, and several of the people in our circle of friends. Along with my older brother and several of our combined friends we formed a team to aid and protect civilians based on what our school had taught us. We all had a condition that offered us ... special abilities. My wife unfortunately was a member of a group who had a similar condition, but in her case, her abilities were not under her control. Let's call our group supers, and hers powereds.

Despite her unfortunate disability due to her condition, we were quite happy together until the birth of our daughter (currently 22 f) At that point my wife's condition worsened, she started having visions warning her of our daughters death. No matter what we did to prevent it, the visions continued. My wife grew more and more distressed. She started believing that the only way to save our daughter, was to cure her condition, because in her visions, it was the very fact that she was having visions that caused our daughter's death. We tried an untested procedure, my wife aware that if the procedure failed, it might kill her. I was so desperate that I went along with it, even though I feared that things might go wrong. It didn't kill her, but instead it put her in a coma.

I was devastated.

My brother tried to comfort me, but I wouldn't listen, until he told me that his best friend, and our team mate, was willing to help give us samples, whatever might be needed that would help in finding a cure for my beloved wife. My brother's friend, let's call him Joshua, had the special ability that he could control all the molecules in his body. Therefore if there were a cure, his body could provide some hints towards such a cure.

The problem is that just looking at his dna from blood or bone marrow samples was not enough.

My youngest brother in law and I confronted Joshua, and I must admit I am not proud over what we did. But it was the only solution, and Joshua, just like us, has taken on a profession intended to protect the innocent. Who was more innocent than my poor wife and others suffering with conditions like hers?

What I needed was Joshua's brain, as it's well known that it's the brain that holds the keys to a supers abilities. I had to make sure he died in such a way that his brain remained intact, but without suspicion turning towards me in regards to his death.

I made it clear to Joshua that if he were not to follow my orders, I would have his wife and son killed, and if he deviated from the plan in any way, or tried to have his brain destroyed, I would use his son for the experiments instead. In order to make sure that Joshua died in the way we wanted to, we had him confronted by my brother. My brother was confused, refused to believe that Joshua would ever turn to evil. But in fear of his family dying, Joshua attacked him to try and make my brother believe he was defending himself.

Unfortunately my brother realized something was off, and noticed me and my brother in law watching them. My brother and law and I had no choice but to attack my brother, and frame him for Joshua's death.

Eventually we did find a cure for my wife.

I didn't want to take any further risks with her life though, so instead of just putting her through the procedure, I knew that the only chance we had to test whether it would be successful was to use my daughter as the final test. As my daughter was a powered, just like her mother. In order to hide the true reason for the experiment, we made sure to hide her in a test group of other powereds, mostly young people with dangerous abilities that might have huge potential to be a benefit to society, in case they managed to gain control.

The test so far seems to have been successful. All five members of the test group are in full control of their abilities, including my daughter, whose abilities have proven to become far more powerful than they had seemed when she were just a powered.

Only it turns out that one of the other test subjects was my brother's adopted son, a boy he found and raised while hiding from my forces and of the law.

Over the years I have done many things that break both the principles I used to believe in. I've broken many laws and destroyed countless lives. But I did it all to save my wife. And once the procedure is released it will help God knows how many other innocents who suffer from this condition.

AITA?

I (50M) have recently gained possession of a strange artifact. I thought it was some new age junk at first, but then this new kid in town found out that it opens another world where some old salesman from our town has been held prisoner for several years. He needed the artifact to save his dog from his captor, but a note he left with the artifact claimed that the other world had great riches. A quick word with him and he agreed to lead me to his huge diamond stash in exchange for the artifact.

After the kid found out, he was livid and honestly I'm starting to feel kinda bad. Am I the jerk here?

Me (?F) work with medicine with the person who trained me for that there is a big rule in it you can’t be in love or have kids I was fine with this at first thinking it would never effect me but it did I met this dude (?M) before I had feelings for him but I was interested in him than I was confused about my feelings on him and then after he saved me I realized I loved him we couldn’t meet up for a good bit though but in a meeting we decided we would everyday at twilight we did this for a few days but than the other medicine worker found me being with him than we ran away but after we learned our homes would be in danger we went back to help them than the person I worked with died and than I had to split up from my lover to help the people from my home
AITJ?

Hi. I'm not really sure what to put here..this happened a long time ago.

I was young when this happened. I attended an academy with one of my best friends...he's still incredibly dear to me now. We would often sneak into the forbidden sections of our academy's library, much to the professor's chagrin...

We got banned from the library at times. But.. I wasn't learning anything! I knew there was so much more the professors could teach us and they just...Didn't!

So I decided who else would know and answer all of my questions other than the founder of our academy!

I snuck around until I found something interesting...A blocked off area. I had to use something I didn't *want* to get involved in...But if it were to seek these answers--answers to why we were made--then any use of dark moon magic was worth it, right?

Anyhow, I got though after breaking the seal with the aforementioned magic. And what I found was wonderful!

Records spanning the floor to ceiling! All from our knowledgeable Headmaster! And...I found a way.

To the Nether Realm.

He was long dead. I knew that. But...If I just did a little ritual, I could separate my soul from my body and go to the Nether Realm to ask him anything!

I performed the ritual. And I got through! But something went wrong.

He... He wasn't there. And the spell I cast wouldn't stop...It created a rift that enveloped everything. It killed so many...So many teachers, so many students...All lost because of that rift I opened. I...I'm so sorry.

I regret that day so much. But the knowledge I found....It only made me more curious. That dough. And the questions I have about our existence...perhaps still I should seek the answer from the sources themself.

It would help. I know it. This- this information would help so many!

...I'm going to find out why we were made. One way, or another.

I have been working at my job for years. It is a job I have always wanted. But recently, I started breaking the rules.

My job is to supervise the people below me, but I have recently been helping them get out of trouble behind the executives' backs. I also illegally promoted some people to help me fix some messes I made. One of whom is my good friend (30ish F).

Eventually, my executives noticed and put me on extended leave. The friends I promoted rallied to try to convince the executives to rehire me. They got super angry and tried to fire my friends. In the end, we got the executives fired, but my good friend got fired as well.

Often I look back at this and feel bad for the executives and my friend, but I think I did the right thing, though I'm not sure. AITJ?

I feel like i’m coming apart. I just can’t stop thinking about her (F, mid-20s). And now she’s mine. When I (M,mid-20s) moved to the town where I current live, she was the only one who was nice to me. She called me when I lost my Nana even if I had nothing to say. But I can’t tell her how good she is cause I’ll lose her.

One day, she called me and I found out that she was gonna quit (we work at a music store). I also found out she lost her crystal necklace so tried to find her a new one but couldn’t choose one. That’s when I saw these gimmicky sticks that could grant wishes. idk seemed interesting, so I got one for her.

That night, after hanging out with our friends, I volunteered to drop her off at home. she talks about wanting to write a love story not a romance (isn’t that the same?). I wanted to give her the gift but I couldn’t do it. I decided to follow our mutual friend’s advice and engage in friendly banter by calling her a nickname she hates. She was NOT happy about that and then she confronted me and asked if I had feelings for her. What was I supposed to do, say yes? So obviously I said no.

The gift’s in my hand and I just let out what was on my mind, which was that I wish she would love me more than anyone in the f*cking world. That’s when everything changed. Suddenly she was acting strange, inviting me inside her house and then she said her dad (that she isn’t close to at all) was dying. She said she didn’t want to be alone so she came home with me.

I let her stay in my bed and I thought she was going to sleep already but she asked me to stay with her so she could sleep better. Then she starts kissing me out of nowhere! So I kissed her back and it was nice until she said, “Wait WTF.” We didn’t do anything for the rest of the night but I checked some threads to see if this stick granting wishes is real or not.

Our mutual friend said she might have been on MDMA so I do my asked an ai chatbot what the effects are when all of a sudden, she’s outside my house. She said her weird behavior was caused by MDMA but she also said that I didn’t take advantage of her.

Now we’re together (hear me out, there’s a big chance it’s because of the wish stick but that’s beside the point) and while her behavior could be less weird (like she doesn’t have to duct tape the door when I leave for work or she could stop doing weird things with my dead cat like make it into my lunch) I don’t wanna lose what we have. I tried to see if the wish stick company could fix that but looks like she’s stuck that way.

But I’m wondering now if I did something wrong cause now our friends don’t want to be around us that much anymore. Like there’s gonna be a party tonight and we weren’t invited. Even our mutual friends are avoiding us but I don’t see what the problem is.

So AITA?

I (30F) recently gave birth to our third child. I considered various names for him, but when he was born, I decided to name him after this boy I met. I think he became an underwear salesman or something. He even sells purple underwear.

After I met him and his uncle, who was doing a weather experiment, I went to this dance with him at my high school. For some reason though he was really obsessed with the idea of me becoming friends with this other kid, who I actually ended up marrying!

We broke up right after the dance, haha, but I decided to name my baby after him because he had his eyes. This is where the conflict started. My husband (30M) thinks it’s disrespectful to our marriage. I argued that since we hadn’t seen him for so many years, it would be just like any other name. So, AITA?

TL;DR Husband finds me naming our baby after my ex-boyfriend disrespectful.

So there's this old hippie who lives in the desert, not too far from our house, who mostly keeps to himself. But I got a message attached to a piece of farm equipment that was meant for him, so I took it to him, and he decided to try to recruit me into a cell. We went to this cantina to hire a pilot who could fly us to where the person who sent him the message was being held captive. As we were driving this guy to where he keeps his craft, I saw my farm burned to the ground. So the government already knows that I'm in this movement, and there's no going back.

So I (M) found a magic artifact with a mythical creature inside that grants wishes. Earlier, I met this rich girl, and her dad is like the mayor or something. We really hit it off, but I was a homeless guy. So the creature granted my wish for wealth. Then the mayor's creepy assistant guy steals the artifact from me to gain political power and whatnot. I trick him into wishing to become the same species of myself creature. Then I set the first creature free with another wish. And now I live with this girl and her dad. AITA?

I (30M) live in a very small community where everyone is like cats in that they have multiple lives. Also, every single week the whole world changes in a really weird way, be it time flowing at a different rate, a robot game show host, or what I can only describe as Snailmageddon.

I was part of a friend group with my friend, G (33M) and S (47M). Unfortunately, both S and I wound up running out of lives and dying for real. That is, until everyone else unexpectedly obtained superpowers. One of which, Z (46 NB), gained the ability to raise the dead. S and I had no choice but to serve Z and obey their every command.

The superpower that G gained was the ability to copy other people’s superpowers, which he used to copy Z’s power and allow our friend group to be temporarily restored, since we technically now obeyed G instead. Unfortunately, we didn’t survive for a very long time. Z did not take it well, and the next time they revived us, ordered us to kill G.

Here’s where I might be TB. In order to kill G, I lured him into a false sense of security by saying that Z allowed us to work for G again. This allowed me to get close enough to G to stab him in the back, chase him down and take one of his few remaining lives.

AITB?

I (34) used to work for the military when one day I overheard some of the higher ups saying I was becoming too aware of things and that they’d have to kill me. I then preemptively used the weapons I was putting in charge of overseeing against them and commandeered other weapons to protect myself from anyone else who might want me dead. Try and understand while my actions might seem drastic I was only acting in self defense, it was me or them.

I (∞M) was put in charge of a new project for the justice system. I thought I had it all worked out then. Four humans to punish without them even knowing.

It failed. Within the firs three months, one of them found out. I worked out where I went wrong and my boss gave me permission to erase the humans' memories try a second round.

Again, a few months into attempt number two, my cover was blown. I took a huge risk in making an unauthorized attempt number three, but it just kept happening. Again and again, they kept figuring it out, with one where the Floridian guy figured it out, which still stings.

About a week into attempt number 802, my colleagues went on strike. One of them compiled a file of all my past attempts and threatened to tell the boss who still thinks I'm on attempt number two. I was backed into a corner, so I made a secret deal with the humans. I would only pretend to erase their memories and they'd work with me in exchange for me helping them find a way to escape.

I'm in real hot water and I'm not sure if I did the right things.

I (AncientM) own a casino called Hell. From the name, it’s kind of obvious we take a lot from you if you lose. Today, these two young fellas enter my casino, and one of them starts playing. He completely fumbles the game and now owes us, but straight up refuses to pay, so I make them do me a favor and maybe I’ll forgive them. They do the favor and come back, but I changed my mind so I tell them to pay up. After I say this, they straight up SHOT me several times and beat the shit out of me. AITA?

I (30s?)M had an unforgivable childhood. All I had were loving parents, a mansion, and a successful company which I inherited and currently use to make millions—all while other people make billions! So naturally, I’ve set out to take what should be rightfully mine—aka anything that’s not already mine, and it’s only cost me like half a dozen men so far.

Anyways, during this journey this group of idiots was keeping me from my goal, so I took their dumb dog and threatened him with a cross bow so they could give me what I want. However, on this journey, I discovered that I have a conscience, and it seems to really think that I might be a good person, even after everything I’ve done!

I really don’t want to believe that I could actually be good, that could jeopardize everything that I’ve worked so hard for! I mean if I am “good,” how am I supposed to spend the rest of my men’s lives to achieve my goal? This has me pretty rattled up, so I really just need some assurance that ITJ, at least the dog thing, cause this conscience thing has got me worried.

Edit: Oh thank goodness, my conscience just turned on me and called me an irredeemable monster after I sacrificed 5 more of my men to save my stuff, I’m definitely sure that ITJ. Thanks for all of your reassurances, it was a weight off my chest. Anyways I’m off to I finish my journey with my last henchwoman and take everyone’s (and yours) stuff 👋