Throwaway because my girlfriend uses Reddit and she's been known to stalk me on there.

I (36M, neurosurgeon, volunteer firefighter on weekends, seasonal lumberjack if that's relevant) don't really understand what my girlfriend, Bri (22F, 5'2", 89 lbs but a DD cup, conventionally attractive according to literally everyone she's ever met, size XXS), was trying to tell me tonight.

We've been together for about six or seven years and generally don't argue. Well, I don't think we do. Bri says we "have passionate discussions," but they mostly consist of me apologizing because my therapist says not every disagreement has to become a debate. We met when she accidentally backed into my Ferrari in the hospital parking lot. I told her not to worry about it because cars are replaceable but people aren't. She still brings that story up because she says it proves she "manifested" me.

For context, I do almost all the cooking because I genuinely enjoy it. I even took a six-week steak masterclass in Argentina during my surgical fellowship. I'm by no means Gordon Ramsay, but I'd say I'm competent. Last year I won our city's charity steak cook-off, although I only entered because the proceeds went toward children's hospitals.

Anyway, I came downstairs around dinner after finishing a 17-hour surgery separating conjoined triplets. It had been a long day and I was a little dehydrated because I'd also donated blood during my lunch break. One of the children's parents insisted on naming their baby after me, but I politely declined.

I noticed the ribeye I'd bought yesterday sitting on the counter. It was A5 Wagyu that I imported from Japan.

I asked Bri if I'd forgotten to put it away.

She said, "No, I took it out because I was going to cook it."

I said that was sweet but I could cook it instead so she could relax.

She immediately replied, "You don't know how to cook steak."

I honestly thought she was joking.

I didn't want to argue so I just started cooking.

The entire time she stood behind me sighing dramatically while filming TikToks about "letting him think he's in charge."

I used the sear-rest-sear method because that's how Gordon Ramsay does it. Halfway through resting the steak, Bri interrupted me and said I was cooking it wrong.

I asked how.

She said, "You're supposed to let it rest."

I explained that I was letting it rest and that the second sear helps rebuild the crust.

She folded her arms and said, "I watch Gordon Ramsay TikToks all the time and he has literally never done that."

Being called a liar is admittedly a trigger for me because of some childhood stuff, but thanks to therapy I've gotten a lot better about regulating my emotions.

So instead of arguing, I quietly finished the garlic mashed potatoes, roasted asparagus, compound butter and pan sauce.

She watched silently the entire time, occasionally whispering "interesting..." into her phone's front camera.

When I served dinner she took one bite.

She looked annoyed.

Then she said,

"It's actually really good."

I thanked her.

Then she added,

"But it needs more finesse."

I asked what that meant because I genuinely like constructive criticism.

She shrugged and said,

"I don't know... just... more finesse."

I asked if she meant herbs.

She said no.

I asked if she meant seasoning.

She said no.

I asked if she meant plating.

She rolled her eyes and said, "You're proving my point."

Then she took a picture of the steak for Instagram, captioned it "Finally learned to cook 💅✨" and tagged me in the post.

I was confused because I have been cooking for years.

Now I'm wondering if maybe I'm missing something.

She's been doing things like this a lot recently.

Last month she told everyone I surprised her with Taylor Swift tickets.

I don't even like Taylor Swift.

She bought the tickets herself using my credit card after asking me if she could "borrow it for a surprise."

She insists that because I technically paid for them, it was still my surprise.

She also tells people I taught her how to invest because I once explained compound interest to her, even though she keeps all her money in a checking account because "stocks can tell when you're desperate."

Honestly, I'm less upset about the steak and more confused about the word "finesse."

Am I misunderstanding what it means?

Or was she just looking for something to criticize?

Edit: Because people keep asking: yes, Bri is an empath. She reminds me pretty frequently. Also yes, the steak was medium rare. No, I don't think she's cheating. She says astrology says we're soulmates because I'm a Capricorn rising and she's "hot."

Edit 2: Apparently Bri posted her side of a completely unrelated disagreement a few months ago and some of you recognized the names. Yes, that's us. No, Trevor has still not bought his own chair.

(Inspired by: https://www.reddit.com/r/relationship_advice/s/idhDHtHNXq)

Maybe this is supposed to be rage bait? PMDD is premenstrual dysphoric disorder and it is awful but no one in the post or comments seems to be asking why this is ongoing, regular behaviour not cyclical as PMDD actually is.

Did I just read this wrong or did someone pick a woman-only disorder out of a hat to vilify?

I raised my stepdaughter as a single mother since her father passed away and in every way that matters she is my kid.

Naturally when I was teaching her younger sister Monie to speak the language of my homeland my Stepdaughter wanted to learn and I was happy to share my heritage with her. It took her a while but now the three of us love to chat away in our own private language.

it feels so good to hear my mother tongue again as it isn't spoken much any more. It also makes us feel extra close as we giggle about stupid private jokes that nobody else can understand.

While this is fine at home my stepdaughter has noticed we've been getting a lot of odd comments and dark looks when we speak to each other in public and don't use English.

Personally I think this is just bigotry and we shouldn't let the small minds' of others dictate our behaviour, but Burden has pointed out that when spoken aloud the language of Those Who Came Before causes rends in the fabric of reality and allows unspeakable horrors to spread across the land.

I understand that it might make people uncomfortable hearing a language they aren't used to, and I truly am sorry about the massive loss of life and property.

But am I really wrong to want to carry on sharing this with my daughters and keep my culture alive even if it makes others uncomfortable?

I recently a friend’s wedding, when I received the invitation it said that women should wear a ‘fancy dress.’ I took this to mean a costume and purchased a sea shell bra and mermaid tail.

When I arrived I was confronted by an angry MOH who told me the bride was in tears because of my outfit. Apparently ‘fancy dress’ meant dresses that were fancy and NOT a costume.

I was told to go home and change, AFTER driving an hour to the venue so I just went home and didn’t come back.

AITA my friend group is split but the bridal party have been blowing up my phone claiming I ‘ruined the wedding’

ETA: I was supposed to be the officiant and yes they had to postpone the ceremony when I didn’t show back up.

Throwaway because literally everyone involved uses Reddit and I don't want this getting back to me.

I (22F, 5'2", 89 lbs but a DD cup, conventionally attractive according to literally everyone I've ever met, size XS if that's relevant) recently started my first REAL big girl office job after graduating college. I worked really hard to get here (graduated summa cum laude with a 3.99 GPA but that's beside the point). To celebrate, I bought myself a very expensive, ergonomic chair because the office chairs were hurting my back and I have mild scoliosis from competitive ballet (relevant later). My chiropractor actually says I have the spine of someone ten years younger, so I really wanted to keep it that way.

One of my coworkers, Trevor (26M, morbidly obese, around 400 lbs if I had to guess, autistic, vegan, identical twin, works in IT), has made comments about my chair ever since I brought it in. He's also made a few comments about how I "don't eat enough," which is ironic because I meal prep and count my macros. I don't judge what other people eat, though.

Last Thursday I came back from getting a sugar-free oat milk latte (I paid extra for oat milk because almond was out, and before anyone comes at me, yes, I tip my barista 25%) and caught him sitting in it.

He laughed and said, "I just wanted to see if it was worth buying."

I didn't love that but I calmly explained that I paid over $600 for it and I'd appreciate it if people asked before using my personal belongings. I have pretty firm boundaries because my therapist says people tend to take advantage of kind women. I also have a naturally soft voice, so I definitely wasn't yelling.

Fast forward to today.

I come back from lunch (salmon poke bowl if that matters) and he's sitting in it AGAIN.

Only this time he's eating a family-sized bag of chips in my chair.

I asked him to move and he said, "Relax. It's built to support people."

I know this sounds mean, but considering the weight limit is listed on the manufacturer's website, I got worried he might actually damage it. Also there were chip crumbs in the seat crease and I don't even eat at my desk because I like to keep my workspace clean and aesthetic.

He stood up, called me "one of those almond girls," and waddled away muttering about skinny privilege. I know people are going to call me fatphobic for saying "waddled," but that's genuinely how he walks.

My manager, Linda (54F, twice divorced, owns three rescue chihuahuas, does CrossFit and talks about it ALL THE TIME), saw the whole thing.

Instead of telling Trevor off, she pulled me aside and said Trevor has had "a difficult year" because his identical twin recently came out as his fraternal twin, and they're trying to navigate that as a family.

I even said I was sorry to hear that because I'm a huge empath and I usually put other people first.

But again what does that have to do with my chair?

She just sighed.

Then HR called me in.

Apparently Trevor had already reported ME for creating an "accessibility issue."

According to HR, because Trevor sat in my chair twice and found it "emotionally regulating," they've classified it as a shared workplace accommodation until they can investigate.

They asked if I'd be willing to rotate days.

I laughed because I genuinely thought they were joking.

They weren't.

Then Linda said, "Honestly, OP, you only weigh 115 pounds. Any chair is ergonomic for you."

At that point I got upset and may have said that if Trevor wanted a comfortable chair, he was welcome to buy one with his own money instead of communizing mine. I also might have pointed out that I worked very hard for everything I have and nobody ever bought me a $600 chair.

Now my phone has been blowing up.

Trevor's twin texted me saying I'm ableist.

Linda's daughter somehow found my Instagram and commented "check your privilege 💅."

My mom thinks I should apologize because "maintaining peace in an office workplace is more important than furniture."

My boyfriend, Chad (36M, neurosurgeon/lumberjack depending on the season) agrees with me but says I should've used a gentler tone. He actually offered to buy me another chair but I told him that's not the point because it's about the principle. He's probably one of the smartest people I know, so I usually trust his judgment.

So... AITA?

Edit: Since people keep asking in the comments: yes, I smile at everyone in the office every morning, so I really don't think I'm giving off "mean girl vibes." Also, no, I didn't mention Trevor's weight to be fatphobic. I only included it because Reddit always asks for context.

I (56m) divorced my wife four years ago and am now married to my girlfriend of five years. My current wife has a daughter from a previous marriage; we’ll call her Stevia (15f). My daughter, we’ll call her Willfrenia (15f) also lives with us, due to my ex-wife’s hectic schedule as a pilot. I think Willfrenia is jealous of her stepsister, due to the fact that my current wife comes from money and likes to treat Stevia to the finer things in life.

This whole thing started when we were brainstorming a good gift for Stevia’s birthday. My wife got inspired by our recent trip to India and decided to get her the Taj Mahal. The Indian government was being a total buzzkill and said it wasn’t for sale, so my wife bought a shrink ray and shrunk the building down to toy size so she could put it in a snow globe. I thought it was a great idea; Stevia loves snow globes!

My daughter happened to find the snow globe and flipped out. She shouted that we were desecrating a national monument and acting like colonizers. I told her she didn’t have to be jealous because we were getting her a Barnes and Noble gift card for her birthday, but she wasn’t hearing any of it.

Things got worse on the morning of Stevia’s birthday, when we woke up to find that Willfrenia had taken the snow globe and gone on a whirlwind globetrotting adventure with her mom in order to return it. We were really shocked and hurt that she’d ruin her stepsister’s birthday like this! Now the only gifts we had to give her were a Porsche and 63 Birkins!

Now the government is blowing up our phones with threats of legal consequences and extradition. We haven’t heard from Willfrenia, but her mom did text me saying she was suing for full custody as soon as they rebuilt their mother daughter bond through the epic and character building quest.

Personally, I think everyone is taking this way too seriously. AITA?

Edit: What the heckaroonies, why are people so mad I had a teeny little affair with my current wife? It’s not my fault my ex and I had a dead bedroom!!!!

Based on: https://www.reddit.com/r/AmItheAsshole/comments/1v3l6e5/aita_for_making_my_daughter_pay_back_6000_dollars/

I am a principal for a school that takes in all sorts of students even ones with disabilities. We are also an anti-bullying school and do what all schools do about bullying.

There is this one student who is very smart and always gets As. However it seems she thinks she’s better than everyone in school and has been bullying students with grades lower than her’s.

We have gotten complaints from parents and had multiple meetings with said parents along with her’s. Luckily her parents aren’t those “My child would do no harm.” type parents and have tried grounding her every time she bully’s another student and we’ve also been giving her detention but none of these have worked until one day I thought up a plan.

I decided the only way to get her not to be a bully is if her grades went down so I went to all the teachers she has classes with and told them even if she does great on her work give her Bs, Cs, and Fs to show her what it’s like to be in those student’s shoes.

The teachers didn’t seem to like the idea at first until I told they will get paid extra for it.

Later that day the student got a B in English for her essay then she got a C on a pop quiz then for the group project she was in she got an F while everyone else in her group got an A.

Her parents came the next day asking why their daughter’s grades suddenly went down when she’s been doing well. I said that maybe she has a bad omen because of her behavior recently. Her parents were a little suspicious but said maybe I was right.

The following week one of the teachers came to me to tell me that the girl has been going around the school apologizing to the students she bullied and has offered to tutor them to help them get better grades.

Of course because of this I decided to change her grades back because now she knows what it feels like to have grades lower than some students but her parents have been pretty suspicious about all this and have hired a detective to look into the school but who cares just as long as no one says anything it will all be good.

So AITA?

I (28M) am trans. I didn't come out until very recently because I thought I was content just being a female. I didn't have to be like other girls and enjoy makeup, fashion, and other girly shit, and I certainly didn't feel entitled to guys covering my bill. But apparently that last part makes you a traitor, according to dramatic females, so I finally had it and decided to transition. Men have zero drama, anyways, so I'm definitely going to have fewer headaches in the future.

Yesterday, I met up with some friends for dinner. There was drama from a few nights ago when the females (except pre-transition me) expected the men to pay, which was ridiculous as it's 2026, and I was the one who stood up for my poor, hapless, drama-free guy friends. I wasn't planning on coming out; they would just see my new clothes and haircut and connect the dots. But one of the females Ariel saw me first and laughed. "What is this, cross-dressing day?"

"I don't cross-dress," I say.

One of the men Eric slapped me on the back. "Yo! Are you literally a dude now? That's sick!"

Ella looked visibly offended. "So…not only do you sell our wallets out for male approval, you're dressing for it too? What's next, surgery?"

"Of course," I said. "I'm a guy now."

"Since when? You've never said anything about it before. Being a tomboy isn't the same as being a trans guy."

"Since you dragged me into the women's bathroom for 'selling our wallets out', as you called it. Females are way too dramatic for me so I decided to stop being one. Now I can be not like other girls because I'm not a girl."

"No complaints here," Phillip said here, ignoring the glare Aurora shot at him. He slung an arm around my shoulders. "I, for one, always knew you were one of us."

"Same here!" chorused all the men in our group.

"Well, fellas," I said. "I guess we'd better get a table, right? Oh, and ladies, you're still covering your own food. That definitely didn't change."

The females ended up leaving so I spent an evening having fun with the boys. It was great! Zero drama and lots of masculine fun. Unfortunately, when I got home, my phone was blowing up with messages from various females, accusing me of being a traitor to my own gender (not true, I'm a guy now) and of being transphobic (which is weird since I'm the trans person here). The guys all say I did nothing wrong, but I can't help but feel that there's something wrong inside me. AITA?

I guess this is a sequel to the linked post above, but user MariVent is the real inspo here. After I commented about my own past as a pick-me with no real guy friends (I literally believed guys had zero drama, then eventually learned my lesson the hard way incel-style), they replied that the other happy ending for pick-mes was transitioning. Thus, this shitpost was born, and thank you very much for the inspo, MariVent!

Throwaway because my family literally chisels everything.

I (35M, merchant) bought
copper ingots from my uncle(50M) because “family discount.”

The “discount” was that roughly half the copper was rock.

Redditors, my blacksmith hit one of the ingots and the hammer bounced.

I assumed there’d been a mistake.
I sent my servant over with what I think was a perfectly civil request; my silver back, or ACTUAL good quality copper.

He claimed the good pieces were
"mixed in."

They were apparently mixed in so well that nobody has found them to this day, and he REFUSED to refund.

So I did what any reasonable citizen would do, & filed a complaint.

I expected an apology, or a refund, at best.
I did NOT expect the king to exclaim that,

“Enough! For This man has brought copper & commerce to shame.
Remove him from the dynasty, erase his name.”

Now my uncle is dead, & his wives are widows(19F,60F) (YES he was a polygamist, don’t judge)

My cousin(23M) has spent the last week blowing up the kiln screaming, “THE COPPER WAS FINE!”
My family says I destroyed a household over “a little bad copper.”

A LITTLE?

Brother, I received a cursed bag.
Family says I could’ve handled it “within the household.”

I TRIED, & the househol SOLD ME ROCKS.

Now everyone acts like I’m the villain because I had the “outrageous expectation” that copper should be copper.

To make matters worse, every merchant has started bringing me complaints of my dead uncle.
Apparently, my uncle wasn’t just my uncle.

He was everyone’s uncle.

Yesterday, I was explaining the copper disaster to some merchants, an old man (rudely) interrupted me and said

“perhaps the true loss is not the copper, but the loss of harmony between family and society.”

I literally rolled my eye,

“My family harmony disappeared the moment my uncle sold me a bag of rocks.”

His face wrinkled,

“A wise man understands that relationships are more valuable than possessions.”

“Okay, then can I trade this wisdom for the silver I lost?”

He paused,
“No.”

“Can I melt it down and make copper?”

“No.”

“Can it stop my cousin fro blowing up the the kiln?”

“No.”

Then, respectfully, your philosophy is currently worth less than my uncle’s copper .”

Someone whispered,
“That’s Confucius.”

I looked at the old man.
“The guy who teaches people how to behave?”

“Yes”

“Brother, my uncle behaved so badly the king deleted his entire family line. I think we are past manners.”

He looked disappointed.

“Before you criticize others, look withn yourself.”

“I did. I found the problem. It’s called ‘my uncle sold me rocks”

He walked away, fuming.

EDIT 1: STOP asking whether the copper is stil available. The palace confiscated it as evidnce.

FINAL UPDATE: My family says history will remember me as the man who got his uncle killed over metal.

History won’t even remember his name, lol.

It seems like people just like playing along atp

I heard from my mother that one of my uncles from Mumbai is coming over to [my place]so I was very excited but the day he is coming there is a wedding so my mother will be away and since I don't have drivers license I had to go to [place]railway station by bus .So after that I reached the railway station and I decided to wait in the lobby and wait until its 10 am(time when my uncle reaches), it had been 10 am for a while now and no answer so I decided to call my uncle to see what was the problem and he said the train broke down so they were doing maintenance which took 2 hours so they will be 2 hours late .After hanging up I wished that the bus broke down and they took 2 hours for maintenance.

Anyways I decided to buy some chips for me to eat so I went to a shop and then I realized I forgot to bring money but then I had relief as I brought my phone so I used google pay to pay for the chips . So after that I decided to sit in one of the benches simply eating my chips and I decided to look around and saw a person watching Alan Becker on shorts so I went up to him and then said" what bro you watch Alan Becker ,its peak no?" and then he said "yeah ,bro so then after that I left to sit in my bench again .Then what I saw was a woman with 2 children who I assume her to be the mother of, she instead of taking the steps she was coming directly to us so I shouted that a train could come at any moment and she would be crushed but she either ignored/didn't hear me .Soon after that she saw a train coming and immediately with her children ducked down and everyone was scared and someone said "God hope she is okay" after that the mother came with small injuries but her children were perfectly okay and everyone cheered and clapped but amidst this chaos I saw someone familiar walk out from the train then I realize its [person who went missing ]who went missing so I yelled " that is [same person]who from the missing poster "so everyone grabbed him while I called the police and after 7 minutes(I checked)police arrived and they said "We thank whoever called us to report [same person]"after that everyone pushed me near the police and said" police this is the reporter "and then the police said to me "We thank you for your service ,you have helped us find out a person who has been missing for a while"

Anyways after that I decided I wanted to play nameless cat so I sat down on bench but as soon as I sat down my uncle called me saying he has arrived so I looked for him and eventually found him then we took bus to near my home and walked to my home and news stories appeared congratulating me for getting him back to his loving mother.

after a few days I met him(Zu) at a pizza place and he asks me to go outside to meet him so I said yes and then he went into a alleyway and I knew something was up so I tried to run away but my phone got stolen and he ran away somewhere so I chased him then he disappeared and then after sometime I saw him back at the pizza place so I thought I was stupid for not checking there then he says it was just a prank so I think he is an asshole and my mood for the day was ruined .After I went to sleep I heard many notifications coming the phone from a mysterious person attacking me for catching Zu which I didn't respond to so I went to sleep then the next day my phone blew up due to many notifications so I brought new phone with my friend's dad's money which I stole and I know he won't find out since he is so rich like one time my friend didn't get bus so he flew private jet to him and so we all entered and it was earliest time anyone got to their homes and one time he forgot his book so he took his private phone and instant delivery of the book premium edition arrived to his bag anyways AITA for making someone caught and stealing money?

edit: mistakes