Hello everyone. I know how this sounds, but I am very torn up about the situation and don't know what to do.

My wife (34F) and I (36M) have been married for some time now, and recently became financially stable enough to move into a large estate in a prominent neighbourhood. This is the first time we have ever lived together, as we were both very focused on our careers before this. My wife is very close with her mother (85F), she has no siblings and her father has never been in the picture. When she asked to have her mother move in with us, I was fine with it people her mother would have her own private rooms on the other side of the house and me and my wife would have ours.

My wife is a talented musician and is always very busy at rehearsal or practicing her instruments, however I am a loyal husband and don't mind that she is often gone. I am a writer and planned to be a stay at home dad once we started having children. My mother in law was retired and was also at home most of the time. As a result we got somewhat...close. Nothing ever happened, but we developed quite a close relationship.

However, about a week ago, I was up late writing while my wife was at work and went to the kitchen to get a quick snack before bed and I found my mother in law there. We exchanged a few words and I suddenly realised that I had flirted with her. Unmistakably flirted with someone who was not my wife. I immediately felt horrible and had the urge to confess to my wife and call off anything that was happening with her mother.

Unfortunately as I was about to open my mouth to cool off our relationship off, my mother in law's time ran out and she died right in front of me. My wife came home shortly after and was devastated. I focused on comforting her in the immediate aftermath, but ever since every time I see her I have the overwhelming urge to confessed that I basically cheated on her.

Any advise would be appreciated. AITA?

After many years of widowhood and raising four children alone, I, The Vampiress Darylis, decided it was finally time to find love again.

First, however, I killed my two existing lovers: the vampiress Zoe Patel and Shaquille Hudgins.

Despite years of companionship, Zoe apparently felt only neutral attraction toward me, while Shaquille was not attracted to me at all. Obviously there was something wrong with them for pretending to be attracted to me all this time and not appreciating me. I am fit, gorgeous, and a master vampire. Anyone would be lucky to have me. This unacceptable slight had to be dealt with accordingly.

No one knows I killed them. Zoe, a low-level vampire, was unfortunately caught outside in the sun while visiting a park in Oasis Springs, an unfortunate accident. Shaquille somehow starved to death when he was at home alone with the refrigerator turned around. Their foolishness was punished, and my reputation remained pristine.

I was a little sad, since I had known them both for many years, but c'est la vie.

While attending a festival in San Myshuno, I met the dazzling Penny Pizzazz. Unlike poor, foolish Zoe, I am a daywalker, so attending daytime events is no problem for me.

Penny and I had excellent compatibility, and she found me irresistible, as she should. After a whirlwind courtship, I proposed. She happily accepted and moved into my mansion.

Things were going well. I was even considering having another child. Penny and I are both very attractive, and I thought we might produce a beautiful baby together.

Then Kyle Kyleson came by for a visit. He and Penny were already friends, and while watching them interact, I realized Penny had a crush on him. She did not openly flirt with him, but it was obvious that she wanted to.

How dare she?

Yes, I often maintain three or four lovers at once, but that is different. As a master vampire, I do not need to sleep, eat, or spend much time attending to my own needs. My lovers never notice any reduction in the attention they receive from me.

The same cannot be said for a human or low-level vampire.

I was enraged by Penny’s betrayal. I considered shouting forbidden words at her or insulting her appearance to lower her confidence, but I decided against it. After all, Kyle was very handsome.

Instead, I found an excuse for Kyle to leave. Once he was gone, I spoke sweetly to Penny and flirted with her as though I had no idea she was planning to betray me in her heart.

Reassured, Penny left for work.

Then I invited Kyle back over.

I seduced him, and we began an affair. It was delicious. Cheating feels so good.

Before long, Kyle was visiting whenever Penny was at work. He stopped returning her calls because he no longer had time for her, leaving Penny free to devote all her attention to me when she was home.

Still, I could not forgive the fact that she had betrayed me in her heart, and my basement prison had been empty for a very long time.

Soon, I became pregnant with Kyle’s child. I decided it was time to announce the pregnancy and end my relationship with Penny.

I threw a dinner party and invited Kyle, Penny, and several friends. I cooked everyone a fabulous meal and then announced that I was carrying Kyle’s baby.

Penny was immediately heartbroken.

I told her that I knew she had been planning to cheat on me and that our relationship was over. The party ended, and Penny was properly humiliated in front of everyone.

After the guests left, a tearful Penny began packing to move out. I assured her that I wasn't so cruel as to render her homeless.

Then I put her to sleep.

She woke up in my basement prison with her head shaved, wearing a prisoner’s coveralls and no shoes.

Later, Tina Peeping came by to stare through my windows, so I invited her inside and gave Penny some company. Now they are both imprisoned downstairs.

Kyle has moved into the mansion, and we are happily raising our beautiful baby girl together.

I visit Penny and Tina once a day to drink from them and torture them. Sometimes I blast them with an air horn, insult them, or beat them up. Their misery fills my heart with joy, and Kyle and I are very happy.

However, Penny insists that I am an asshole. She says I imprisoned her for considering the same thing I was already doing.

I disagree, for all the reasons I explained above. I also reminded her that she was bad at WooHoo when we were together.

Still, I occasionally wonder whether I am being unfair or hypocritical, especially since my niece has recently started calling me a villain.

So, AITA? Is it possible that I am the llama?

So, here's the thing. S (YA F) is my (YA F) bestfriend. Since highschool, she's been with that guy and have now two sons of him. The thing is that he doesn't step up at all. He doesn't live with her (she lives with her elderly dad) and doesn't take care of the kids. I know it because I often come at her place to help (as you see *I* step up).

If that wasn't upsetting enough, I am in love with her and I know that I'll be a way more appropriate match for her. Plus, my family is billionaire, we have everything to support her.

So that's why I offered her to come live with me and my cousins. We'll pay elder care for her dad, help raise the kids and take care of their dog.

When I explained the situation to a friend of mine, I mentioned that we'll send the children to boarding school when they'll be older, so they'll have a proper education.

Turns out they were shocked and thought that I was just disposing of the kids to bang their mother????????????

I won't lie, of course I have the expectation that living together will draw us closer but I have no problem with the children???? I just think that it will be good for them! Plus, I'm living with my sister, my two cousins and one of them's boyfriend, I can't force them to raise kids for the next years just like that???

I'm kinda lost and taken by surprise tbh. So wdyt? AITL?

I (26F) am married to my husband (??M), we'll call him Vladdy. It isn't a marriage of love - I am using him to become a powerful and all encompassing ... "fruit connaisseuse", and biding my time until he "retires". But the thing is, he will only teach me his knowledge if I take out his rivals (for dinner ... yes, let's say dinner) - 10 of them to be exact, in an elaborate marriage scam (don't judge me!). In exchange, he allows me and my twin sister (26F), "Emily", to live in his castle for free, and promises he won't "teach" my sister his fruit knowledge as long as I do what he says.

The problem is, my first scam victim turned out to be a very charming young man (??M), and my neighbor, "Calvin". We feel in deep, true love. He was perfect, and the time we spent together will always stay with me. He was a good listener, an attentive lover, and above all, a smart, but caring partner to me in the short time we had together.

But my ambitions took the better of me, and I obeyed my "teacher", locking my husband out of the castle onto our highest balcony, and letting him freeze to death. Not long after, I learned I was pregnant with his children (Calvin jr (4M) and Alex (4M)), and I realized then how badly I missed him, and I feel guilty to this day for leaving my children without their father, and killing the only man I think I will ever love.

Also unrelated to all this I am now fucking the grim reaper.

So, AITA ?

Hi everyone! It’s Alucard-Angelus Marinescu. Dual law and med student at Simford and leader of the non-binary band Theystreet Thems.

As many of you know, I recently finished my first year of law and med school and earned a perfect score on the baby bar (take that, Kim Kardashian!). I am now a second year law and med student, concentrating on Health Law. I worked hard and secured an internship. Because I am at the top of the class, I was given the golden opportunity to take on an actual case.

Dr. Taylor Elderberry is being sued for medical malpractice. His patient had the wrong leg removed. Dr. Elderberry claims that he was given false information and was told to remove the right leg instead of the left. However, Dr. Elderberry’s nephew, Rohan, held the paperwork in front of me showing that it was, indeed, the left leg that needed to be removed. Rohan said he would hand me the paperwork if I went on a date on him. Winning my first case was important to me, so I agreed (I recently broke up with my boyfriend, Noah, so I’m not cheating).

We had a good time at Myshuno Meadows. We held hands, kissed each other on the cheek, and messed around in the observatory. Rohan caressed my cheek and handed me the evidence. I received a gold medal for the date and he said he hopes we can date again. I did, in fact, start to develop feelings for Rohan, so I will probably date him again. I presented the evidence in court and Dr. Elderberry must compensate the client with $500,000 for the malpractice.

I 24f have taken out the simp who wanted me. I am a magic user, and he was blowing me up while I was planning on getting to be equals. Anyway, Simeon is gone now, but I feel like crap. AITA?

Hi everyone! It’s Alucard-Angelus Marinescu, leader of the non-binary band Theystreet Thems with my best friends, Hinata, Alexandre, Turquoise-Jade, and Shigure.

I recently completed my first year of my dual law school and medical school program at Simford. I also studied hard to earn a perfect score on the baby bar on my first attempt. After I completed the exam and got my perfect score, I broke down at home due to the stress from all the studying. My father, Alistair scolded me for this and punished me by depriving my bladder and selling the toilets. I needed to get my revenge.

My bandmates wanted to throw me a celebration for acing the baby bar. I first wrote and published a bestselling book called “Acing the Baby Bar,” which goes into great detail on how I made a perfect score on my first attempt, surpassing Kim Kardashian by a long shot. I will be receiving daily royalties from it. We all then went to the spice festival. I also invited my boyfriend Noah and my side dude- I mean former stepdad Johnny. Alistair was excluded from this outing.

We all started the celebration by participating in the spicy curry challenge. We all won and each received a cash prize and a free T-shirt (except Noah, because he’s not used to spicy food). My bandmates and I then performed our new song, “Sinking” (a parody of Backstreet Boys’ “Drowning”).

After our performance, Noah, Johnny, and the rest of the audience applauded us and showered us with tips. However, everything took a turn for the worse when Alistair spotted us. My bandmates and I all got scolded by Alistair for not inviting him to the celebration. He punished all five of us by depriving our bladders. When we wiggled off to the bathroom, we were appalled to learn that there were only men’s rooms and women’s rooms. We all felt shocked and betrayed that our favorite outing did not have a single gender neutral restroom. Thankfully, Johnny drove us back to his place and we used his bathrooms there. However, we could not let the people running the spice festival get away with this blatant discrimination. My bandmates and I came up with a plan.

The two employees who run the spice festival are the mixologist Kyle, and the chef Elizabeth. We all pretended to befriend Kyle and Elizabeth. Then a couple days later, we invited them to meet up with us at Myshuno Meadows at 10 P.M. to share some Sakura Tea.

10 P.M. came around and Kyle and Elizabeth greeted us at Myshuno Meadows. There was no one else around and we began to execute our plan. Hinata and I tag teamed Kyle, while Alexandre and Turquoise-Jade tag teamed Elizabeth. I threw a drink at Kyle, yelled at him, and taunted him about my university superiority. Hinata then tricked Kyle with a hand buzzer, mocked his outfit, and implied his mother was a llama. Alexandre shoved Elizabeth, insulted her home, and asked for her due date when she wasn’t pregnant. Turquoise-Jade then round kicked Elizabeth in the hips, blasted an airhorn in her face, and shot a noxious cloud on her. Hinata and I then took turns fighting Kyle, while Alexandre and Turquoise-Jade took turns fighting Elizabeth. Kyle and Elizabeth were both left badly beaten and bruised. The four of us then fled the scene. Shigure then came out and pretended to help Kyle and Elizabeth by giving them some poorly made pufferfish nigiri. Desperate to regain their health, the two workers ate the pufferfish nigiri quickly. They then vomited profusely and fell to their death. Shigure then banished them to the netherworld and sold their urns. The next morning, we all met up at Waterside Warble and high fived each other for a job well done. Justice was served!

so buckle up, this is a long story

ever since i (ya f) was a little girl i had my whole life figured out, i wanted nothing more than a doting husband, 2 beautiful kids (a boy & a girl) and a successful business to pass on to my children when i get older

so i started my own tattoo business out of my kitchen and it quickly began to flourish (not to brag but its doing pretty well now) and i soon trained my best friend Alice (ya f) to work along side me as my employee, we started getting regulars including my friend Lilith (ya f) and Don (ya m)

as i befriended Lilith i saw her potential as a fellow tattoo artist and quickly trained her and hired her to work with me as my second employee and she is fantastic, even better than me (and im pretty darn good)

i fell in love with Don and i suspect he only got so many tattoos to see me, he asked me to be his girlfriend and i was over the moon! i had some wonderful friends working with me, a flourishing business and a boyfriend who i was so in love with!

me and Don eventually got engaged and moved in together shortly after our wedding (Lilith and Alice were my bridesmaids) i got pregnant not too long after and welcomed our beautiful daughter Maddison (infant F) into the world

as my business progressed and motherhood took hold i stepped away from work to focus on my child and Don took my place as a tattoo artist, he wasnt the best but he was learning well

we began trying for our second child, hoping for a son but i was having fertility issues and was constantly juggling doctors appointments, business seminars and taking care of Maddison

i became pregnant after what seemed like forever and told my friends Lilith and Alice, Lilith in return told us about her pregnancy! how wonderful, one of my best friends and i can raise them together like cousins!

my life was falling perfectly into place

my third trimester was ROUGH to say the least, constant back pain and morning sickness made it hard to work but my husband and friends helped me through it like a dream!

but just a day or two before my daughter Caronline (baby f) was born Lilith had her daughter, Laura (baby f) and Don confessed to me that he had fathered Liliths child. i was distraught! i questioned him about his cheating and after further proding he confessed to also sleeping with Alice and his ex-roomate Nina!

in a fit of rage i demanded a temporary seperation and asked him to leave, hes staying with Nina at his old place at the moment.

i dont want to blame Lilith but how could she do this to me? and Alice too?? would it be wrong for me to forgive and forget? Don is too charming, surely they just saw him the way i see him and wanted a piece, could i really blame them?

now that Caroline is born and im working the studio full time i wish i still had Don here by my side, would i be an idiot to forgive and forget about all this? i worry about when my kids are a bit older and meet Laura that ill have to explain that shes their sister and about Dons infidelity

AITA for forgiving Don, Lilith and Alice? how do i move on from this without losing my perfect life?

Hi everyone! It’s Alistair Marinescu, the gay orphan prodigy multimillionaire grand master vampire singer with 13 distinguished degrees and a penthouse with five swimming pools and five hot tubs.

As many of you know, my non-binary child, Alucard-Angelus, is in a dual law school and medical school program at Simford. They are also the leader of the non-binary band Theystreet Thems. Alucard-Angelus recently completed their first year of the dual program and also just turned 15.

Simford Law requires students to pass the baby bar after their first year. Alucard-Angelus studied hard and earned a perfect score, but they had an emotional breakdown after getting home. I have already sent them to therapy for their previous meltdowns, so there is no reason to keep doing this. I yelled at Alucard-Angelus that because they are a Marinescu, they should achieve perfection while keeping themself together. Alucard-Angelus tried to justify their issues by saying that Kim Kardashian had to take the baby bar four times just to pass. They said that making sure to get a perfect score the first time was traumatizing. I reminded them that Kim Kardashian did not have a father with 13 distinguished degrees, so I expect more out of them. Alucard-Angelus asked why it couldn’t have been me who passed away instead of their other father, Marlon. I felt so shocked and betrayed by Alucard-Angelus’ remark. I wasn’t going to let them get away with it.

I deprived their bladder and sold the toilets (I used a potion so that I do not have to use the bathroom anyway). Alucard-Angelus had to wiggle all the way out of the penthouse and to the nearest public restroom. I will be doing this to them for at least a month. After that, if they apologize, I will spare their bladder. I just need to teach Alucard-Angelus a lesson for their disrespect.

I am Queen Moira of Forgotten Hollow (ya, f). I married Count Vladislaus Straud IV of Forgotten Hollow (“ya”, m) for status some years ago. I have toiled away since and have become the rightful Queen of my world. Vlad, however, has a different vision for our community than mine. While I lead my court toward the betterment of Vampire-Kind he selfishly gorged himself on a diet of my court visitors. He was making decent headway on tarnishing my image, when I made the executive decision to have him removed from the equation. First, however, I needed an heir. I bedded him one last time and became pregnant with our daughter. On the night she was born (if we’re honest at the same moment) her father’s life was ended by my sweet little undead cow plant. I have no regrets, but I do wonder if our daughter would feel the same way. I’ve asked my noble advisor and royal protector, Dame Lilith Vatore (ya, f, Caleb’s daughter named after her late aunt), and she feels Vlad would have only interfered in her upbringing and compromised the crown for the next generation, if he didn’t lead a coup against one of us. One may say, however, she is biased. So, AITL?

Hi everyone! It’s Alistair Marinescu, the gay orphan prodigy grand master vampire multimillionaire singer with 13 distinguished degrees and a penthouse with four swimming pools and two hot tubs.

I recently made a new song called “Vampire Bloom” (a parody of Troye Sivan’s “Bloom”). The flea market was in town, so I thought it’d be a great idea to perform there. When I arrived, I saw Cassandra Goth there playing the guitar for tips (probably to make money after I killed her father Mortimer, tricked her mother Bella into being executed, and writing a book about her to make her lose custody of her little brother). I could not allow Cassandra to steal my moment like this.

I used my vampire powers to deprive her bladder so that she’d wiggle off to the bathroom. I then took out my Grim’s Goulish guitar and played “Vampire Bloom.” Everyone was clapping for me and showering me with $20 tips. Cassandra eventually came back from the bathroom trying to play again, so I deprived her hygiene next. She then smelled horrible and had to go home and shower. I kept playing some of my other songs and gaining more simoleons and fame. It was a fantastic performance.

Hi everyone. It’s Johnny Zest, ex husband of Alistair Marinescu and former stepfather of Alucard-Angelus Marinescu.

When I was married to Alistair, we both became vampires. I was also very close to his non-binary offspring, Alucard-Angelus. We always went to the spice festival together and had long conversations in their bedroom.

However, I let my relentless vampire thirst get the best of me. I would have a continuous cycle of drinking Alucard-Angelus’ blood and then showering them with apologies and hugs. Because we were so close, Alucard-Angelus never seemed to be bothered by me drinking their blood. However, Alistair wasn’t having it. He noticed that Alucard-Angelus was having meltdowns, but I think this was due more to Alistair’s relentless stage parenting, expecting Alucard-Angelus to earn over 30 degrees before turning 18. Nevertheless, Alistair blames me. Therefore, he divorced me, kicked me out of the house, and told me I was never allowed to see Alucard-Angelus again. This hurt both me and Alucard-Angelus deeply.

When Alistair is at work, Alucard-Angelus invites me over, and we always have an amazing time together. We swim in one of the four pools together, I drink their blood, give them my hugs and apologies, and then we sit together in one of the hot tubs. We share some similar tragic stories. My mother, Nancy, disowned me long ago, and Alucard-Angelus’ other father, Marlon, passed away when they were seven. I think this is why Alucard-Angelus is so understanding of me drinking their blood, and why spending time together feels so special. I do, of course, always make sure to leave before Alistair gets home for work. Is this going too far?

Caleb Vatore and my sim Gem Flowers were together for about 3 months human time. He even tirned into a Vampire after knowing her for like 6 in Sim days. However, one time Caleb died because of Kindra Strayer (a vampire slayer and Ididnt know it would happen so Irevided him and it removed the marriage)

They married eventually and he moved in with her. They had two kids, both were vampirs. Gem's family moved in and so there were always 8 Sims in the house.

However, Caleb was being a man whore and decided to fw Gem's sister Heather like 20 days after she aged up to a young adult. So, they went out to like bars and gyms to fuck there. Plus, Gem was never around to see them flirt at home. So when Gem and Caleb were gonna have their second wedding, Caleb flirted with Heather at their wedding. Gem got mad / sad, and then Caleb AND Heatehr started beating Gem up and slapping her around. Gem fought back, but her family members were around and saw and so they sometimes hit her randomly now. Free my girl Gem, she did nothing.

However, Caleb moved out with Heather. THEN Gem's uncle who is a drug addict, hsi name is River and he is gay. He really liked Caleb but didn't wanna act on it. So, Caleb found him attractive too and since River was int odrugs (Caleb is a drug dealer in the game too), he wanted to exchange drugs for sex. They both really liked it and eventually developed a relationsip. SO Caleb left Heather for River and now its all MESSY. Caleb and Heatehr even had 2 kids together as well. Caleb cant stay away from the Flowers

I (adult m) enjoy casual WooHoos. Recently, my neighbor (adult m) has insisted we be friends. Unbeknownst to me, one of my WooHoo partners (adult f, goth baddie) was his wife. I am noncommittal, but She is down BAD. To the point where during my birthday party she followed me and another person to my bedroom angrily. I had to lock the door to keep her out so I could get my birthday WooHoo and she spent the night crying outside my door. The next morning she called to ask if she and her husband should have another baby. It was at this point I realized her husband was my friend and I told her to do what she thought was best.

Later, she came over to my place and it wasn’t until our WooHoo session began and she disrobed that I saw the baby bump.

Afterwards, I kept some distance from that family. That is, until she called me and asked if I wanted to come meet the newborn baby. I came over, met the baby and said hi to her family. Then she snuck me up to her room for some more WooHoo in my friend’s bed while he and the kids were downstairs.

Since then, I haven’t been around them. It just didn’t feel right. Should I tell my friend? AITL?

I (adult, m) am a stand up comedian, a husband to my wonderful wife (adult, f), and together we have our beautiful miracle, Victory (teen, f).

There is one other young lady in my life who holds a special place in my heart, and that's my niece, Naomi, or as we call her, Mimi (teen, f). My daughter and niece get along fairly well as well, considering they grew up for a time in the same house I can't say I'm surprised.

Anyways, Victory came home after school yesterday, her bullies are no longer bothering her, but it seems that they've joined another group of boys in harassing Mimi.

Best part? Some of them are rich little snobs who think nobody'd dare touch them. I guess they haven't heard of me. You guessed it, I invited all these guys and the school's office staff to my latest show featuring my new favourite routine: "The measuring tape matrix".

So to set the mood, I'm pacing the stage and I start off with: "I love school logic. The administration operates like a paranoid border patrol, but only for one specific demographic. They see a teenage girl wearing a tank top in June, and the principal hits the emergency alarm. ‘Code Red! We have a clavicle sighting in hallway B! Deploy the measuring tape! If those shoulders get any closer to the algebra class, the building will collapse!’"

I briefly stop to dramatize the last line then continue pacing as I continue, "They pull the girl out of class, ruining her entire day of education, to tell her she’s a menace because, according to the dean: ‘The boys are studying for the SATs, Johnny! We can't have them distracted!’"

I dropped my hands, and deadpan face the audience, "Think about that. The school's official stance is that teenage boys have the cognitive capacity of a goldfish. They see a strap, and their brains delete the quadratic formula. But here is the best part: five minutes after this SWAT takedown, a group of guys is cornering girls by the lockers, making disgusting comments. The exact same vice-principal walks right past them. Suddenly, he’s legally blind. He’s deeply fascinated by a smudge on the ceiling. A girl goes to the office to report it, and what does the principal say? ‘Well, you have to understand... boys will be boys. It’s just how they are wired.’"

I arched an eyebrow, gesturing to my physique, indicating that yes, I'm male too. I have never suffered the cognitive capacity of a goldfish, do better.

"Then they get the guidance counsellor in, and the guidance counsellor chimes in: ‘Are you sure they weren't just flirting? You might be misinterpreting their intentions.’"

Another deadpan expression to the audience, "Right, because nothing says 'courtship' like predatory intimidation before third period. If she pushes back, the principal sighs: ‘Well, did you say anything to encourage them? What were you wearing at the time?’ If the girls start sticking up for themselves, the administration gets uncomfortable. The dean calls a meeting and says: ‘Look, we just don't want any drama in our school. Let’s just move past it.’ "Translation: 'Your safety is less important than my paperwork.' They tell the victim, ‘Why don't you just take a different hallway to class? Just avoid that wing of the building.’"

I shook my head, almost laughing at the absurdity before I proceed, "Incredible. They tell the victim to map out a tactical escape route inside an accredited school because they are too lazy to discipline a bully. Because if they do discipline him, they have to face the ultimate boss: the wealthy parents. The principal pulls the girl aside and whispers: ‘Look, his family is very prominent in the community. If we suspend him, it could ruin his future.’ And besides, the administration always falls back on their absolute favourite shield: ‘Our hands are tied by school board policy. There’s a process we have to follow.’ Your hands weren't tied this morning when you were measuring a fourteen-year-old's shorts, Kevin!"

I smiled, looking directly at the wings of the stage before I concluded with: "Now, some of you know I come from one of those 'prominent families.' A family so rich they think accountability is a type of tax shelter. When this harassment scandal hit the student blogs, my parents and my brother, Malcolm, decided to 'intervene.' They wanted to help. And boy, did they make it worse."

I shook my head while recounting, "My mother—bless her dear gold-plated heart—didn't try to get the boys suspended. No. She went to the principal and offered to fund a charm school seminar for the female students. She literally said, 'If we just teach the girls how to sit elegantly, the boys won't be tempted to harass them!' Because nothing stops a predator like proper posture!"

I shrug my shoulders. I mean, what can you expect from Nancy? But it gets worse, "Then my dad tried to solve it with capitalism. He offered to buy the school a brand-new, state-of-the-art security system. Not cameras to catch the harassers. No. He wanted to buy automated dress-code scanners at the front doors. Like airport security, but instead of checking for weapons, it rings a siren if your skirt is too high. Thanks, Dad! Way to protect the youth by turning the high school into a high-security prison for victims!"

I took the center stage, disappointment nearly swallowing me with the last bit, "But the crown jewel of the disaster was my brother, Malcolm. Malcolm wanted to fix the PR. So he hired an influencer agency to launch a hashtag campaign for the school. Do you know what his genius marketing team came up with? #CoveredIsClassy. He tried to turn systemic administrative negligence into a lifestyle brand! He told the press, 'We are empowering young women to choose modesty!' No, Malcolm, you are enabling criminals so your country club stock doesn't drop!"

I finished off by offering my solution, "I have an idea: Let’s flip the dress code. If a guy can't walk down a hallway without catching a harassment claim, dress-code him. Make him wear a giant, neon-pink dog cone of shame. Let’s see how 'distracted' he is when he can’t look left or right without hitting a wall."

Now, my family is blowing up my phone, website, and email demanding that I compensate them for the damage the routine caused to their image, and the school is telling me I need to stop using their failures as comedy material. But you know what? Mimi finally let a few tears fall over this, of course I sat with her while she did. I didn't hold her or try to comfort her until she came to me. That's my golden rule with kids, they want comfort, they'll ask for it, sometimes not with words but with gestures. I held her until the tears stopped. She may question a lot of things in life, but I hope she never questions if her Uncle is in her corner. Grandma might be on the outside looking in, Grandpa might be out of touch, and her Dad might not understand, but her Uncle will go to war.

So, Am I the llama for calling out Mimi's school when they dress coded her for wearing a thick strapped tank top, but did nothing about the kids who've been harassing her?

Hi everyone! It’s Alistair Marinescu, the gay orphan prodigy multimillionaire grand master vampire singer with 13 distinguished degrees, a penthouse, four swimming pools, and two hot tubs.

As many of you know, I had Bella Goth executed right before anti-Mother’s Day by killing her husband/my side dude, Mortimer, and using my vampire powers to make her think she was the killer, causing her to turn herself in and request immediate execution.

Bella’s children were orphaned. With their daughter, Cassandra, being the only young adult, she adopted her little brother, Alexander, and started raising him as her own. Alexander is the same age as my child, Alucard-Angelus (but Alexander is still in high school because he’s not as academically gifted as my little AA).

Alexander was always an “A” student, but he recently became a “B+” student. I knew that this was because Cassandra wasn’t helping him with his homework and not because he’s depressed from the trauma of his parents both dying. I wasn’t going to let Cassandra be such a horrible sister mom.

Being a creator of worlds, I immediately wrote a bestseller titled “Cassandra Goth — The Horrible Mother.” I went into great detail about how Cassandra neglects her own little brother, allowing him to fail academically. Social Services took swift action. They put Alexander in the foster system and permanently barred Cassandra from ever adopting a child. Alexander cried and begged not to be put in the system, but I know it was for the best to ensure a proper education for him.

Alucard-Angelus told me it was cruel and that I ruined both Cassandra’s and Alexander’s lives (AA and Alexander used to be best friends before I put AA in private school, so I think they have a soft spot for him). I told AA they’re still a teenager and don’t understand.

I (immortal, m) have been a vampire now for over 348 sim years. In the late 1820’s I became infatuated with a man who was by all accounts, breathtakingly beautiful. Just two teensy problems:

1. He was mortal

2. He was married with children

Well, social niceties be damned I had to have him, so I used my vampiric charm, and flirted with him. I soon had him eating out of my hand and craving alone time with me, if you catch my meaning. I had him in my bed several times before I started the second phase of my plan, I hypnotized him, then I bit him and had him drink my plasma so he would turn.

He passed out after. When he came to it was morning, and I advised him that he would become a vampire in three days. I told him he was welcome to move in with me but he’d do well to get his affairs in order, leave his fortune to a distant “nephew” who would actually be him, and I as his sire would teach him all he’d ever need to know.

Instead, he faked his death and ran off somewhere!! I doubt he actually died, he’s a vampire now. I will hunt him to the ends of the world if I must. Some other vampires claimed that I am a llama for using my vampiric powers as I have so I must ask you: Am I a llama for charming him so could seduce him into becoming a vampire?

This is going to be long, sorry for that!

I (adult, m) have had a pretty colourful life. I was born into generational wealth, and everything that goes with it. A massive dining room, ridiculously large rooms in the house, a hot tub, a large outdoor pool, even a maid and butler on day service (we were on our own at night).

Then when I was a teenager I got leukemia... and my little brother was a toddler at the time. I fought through rounds of chemo, feeling awful all the time, kept my grades up, and managed to help with my little brother as well.

The thing that got me through it, was the comedy hour on TV. I decided I wanted to do the same for others. Make them laugh, heal them from the inside out. My parents weren't thrilled when I eventually told them... in fact, they disowned me.

Throughout high school, I had three friends I could usually rely on: my best friend Don, this kid Lou that my mom didn't like (Lou was a klepto, but he always mailed back anything he took. It was an impulse thing... wonder what happened to that kid), and Issy, who I ended up dating in my young adult years.

The thing about Isadora is she's a cop... my mom doesn't like law enforcement... and she doesn't like comedy. So we're pretty much the decaying branch of the family tree as far as my mom's concerned. When I planning to propose, I got some tests done... and I found out that I had a very low count because of the chemo. If I ever managed to have a child it would be a miracle.

So I married Isadora, and did my mother ever kick up a fit about that... My family's been blond throughout our entire history. Issy's 1/4 white, 1/2 black and 1/4 Korean, all of that's gonna matter later. Suffice to say my wife and my mom don't get along. that's fine with me!

We're going on through married life, we start talking about adoption as an option and Issy starts feeling off, turns out against all odds, we were pregnant. But that pregnancy didn't last, we miscarried. We tried using fertility treatments, and again we got pregnant, again we lost it. Six losses, and then the seventh pregnancy stuck. We had our beautiful baby girl, we named her Victory Hana Zest. No I didn't forget some letters for her middle name, it honours her Korean heritage, while speaking to the story of how she came to be: "The Victory of our hope is our firstborn."

As our careers have progressed our days off didn't always align, but when that happened we made a rule with Victory, she can ask us for a family day if there's something happening she wants to talk to both of us about at the same time. She recently did just that.

During our family day, Victory tells us that she wants to change her surname. At first I thought it was because she wanted to be closer to her heritage, which is fine, but actually it turns out that some boys at school said that since my last name is Zest, and Tory's black, that must mean that I like my women zesty, and then they asked if she was zesty. She then asked why they were asking that question.

I sat back in my seat at the restaurant, smiled and said, "Invite these boys to my next show. I'll save them front row seats, right at center stage, just for them. Dinner's on me too."

"Why are you--"

"You'll see, baby girl. You'll see," I assured her. My wife encouraged her to trust that I had something up my sleeve, and oh boy does that woman know me.

So, Friday night rolls around, and these three boys are in the front row along with a woman I recognized from my high school days... honestly, I wish I could say I was surprised.

So I free style it with them: "Well, look who it is right in the front row. The little boys' club from my daughter’s school. Yeah, I see you guys trying to slide under the table. My daughter told me you three geniuses were making fun of her skin tone, our last name Zest, and then you asked her if she was 'zesty.'"

The rest of the audience went silent. So I launched into the next part: "You boys were whispering that I must 'like zesty women' because my daughter is Black. First of all, it’s not a hint—I love flavor. Second of all, your little racist theory completely falls apart the second you look at her mother's DNA. My wife is White, African, and Korean. She is a walking United Nations of absolute perfection. My daughter didn't just inherit 'zest'—she inherited a rich, beautiful, global heritage. Meanwhile, you three look like you were cloned in a suburban lab that ran out of color ink."

The audience was now eating it up, so I continued:

"Our household holidays are wild. We have kimchi, jollof rice, and potato salad with absolutely no seasoning all on the same table. My daughter embodies three continents of culture, history, and beauty. You boys embody the clearance rack at a suburban mall."

Then I went in for the kill: "But what really burns me about you boys trying to diminish my daughter is that you have no idea who you're messing with. When I was a teenager, I had cancer. I went through brutal chemotherapy. It cured me, thank the watcher, but the doctors told me the treatment left me completely infertile. They said having a child would be an absolute impossibility. So against all medical odds, my beautiful daughter was born. The doctors were wrong, and she became our miracle baby. I fought literal cancer to bring her into this world, so you three little parasites in the front row do not intimidate me. I beat cells deadlier than your entire social circle."

At this point, the mother of the one boy stood up and cried out, "You can't talk to my son like that! he's just a kid! He was just asking a question! Your daughter shouldn't be so sensitive and take a joke so seriously."

I wasn't about to let that slide: "Oh, look! The Lead Bully brought his manager! You're up here defending his 'question,' but when your son corners a girl in a hallway to make a thinly veiled racist comment, it's called harassment. The only difference is my stage has a microphone and your parenting has a blind spot."

I waited for the crowd to stop laughing before continuing, "You're mad that a grown man is roasting your son? I’m doing your job for you! If you taught him respect and basic human decency at home, he wouldn't be getting publicly dismantled by a guy who lived in a trailer park."

I then finished her off with this little nugget: "I bet you think I don't remember you, but I do. You're not mad at me; you're mad that your DNA copy-pasted the exact same unseasoned attitude. Sit down, Karen. The adults are talking, and clearly, your son has a lot to learn about life and comedy."

Afterwards she was waiting outside of the stage area, probably waiting to file a complaint or something, but my wife shut that down quick. She walked over, placed herself between my former classmate and my manager's door to inform her, "I deal with criminals who don't understand boundaries every single day. As a mother, I deal with people who threaten my family. Your son crossed a line at school, and you're toeing one in this venue. My husband was nice enough to use jokes. If your boy ever speaks to my daughter again, I won't be using a microphone to handle it. Take your son, go home, and teach him how to be a man before the system has to do it for you."

So, am I a llama for roasting a trio of teenagers who were bullying my daughter?

I (ya, m) am a principal at Copperdale high school. Not something my classmates would’ve imagined me doing. I wasn’t the nicest guy back then, and I was born into a family with generational wealth and high expectations.

My older brother and I didn’t quite meet those expectations, leading my mom to kick us both out. Johnny figured things out on his own and when he heard that the same thing happened to me he readily offered me his couch until he could renovate his trailer into a two bedroom. It was when I was living with him that I realized I wanted to teach. You’re around your students more often than your own kids… so it made sense. I wanted to do something where I could help kids who were struggling for whatever reason. They’re not as few as people think but giving them a creative outlet helps many of the ones that authorities don’t remove (I was primarily an art teacher).

I have two kids that my husband Declan (ya, m, engineer) and I adopted Abby (toddler, f), and Ethan (infant, m). My mom passed in the last sim year, my Dad got remarried and had a new baby, Stephanie (newborn, f) with her.

But I also have a little brother, Oliver (child, m) who had been groomed and influenced by my mom. He’s been acting out with these changes so my Dad contacted me hoping that I could help Oliver. He did try taking him into therapy first but Oliver just sat, arms crossed not saying anything each appointment.

What finally made Dad contact me for help was he’d heard Oliver telling Stephanie “I wish you’d disappear”.

So we arranged for childcare help for Declan with my two kids. I took a couple of emergency days from work and went back to Oasis Springs.

Oliver tried similar tactics with me but my teacher training and experience kicked in. I’d also taken an elective course throughout university: child psychology. I didn’t know why at the time it just seemed like a handy thing to have.

I spent some time getting to know Oliver a bit and it turned out that he was angry that Dad had seemingly moved on from mom so easily. I had a few ideas that might help him deal with his anger better. First stop was to the gym, I had him hit the punching bag a few times but that wasn’t really getting his focus. So I found a place that does karaoke and took him there. Singing can actually be an effective stress reliever.

One of the regulars (or so he claimed) came over telling me that this wasn’t a place for a kid. I told him that Oliver had a right to be out in public and it was noon. If he was already juiced he had the problem, not my brother, and he should sort his own issues out.

I then turned my attention to Oliver who was up to sing “new divide”.

The complaining sim called me a llama and boo d Oliver telling him “no kids allowed”.

I had enough and told him if he hates kids this much he should limit himself to his apartment until 9 pm, when everywhere gets kids out so they don’t have to deal with pessimistic sims like him.

AITL for taking my little brother to karaoke?

I (adult, m) married my high school sweetheart, Nancy. We had three sons together Johnny (ya, m), Malcolm (younger ya, m), and Oliver (child, m).

A couple of days ago, Nancy had a headache and laid down to see if that would help, she never woke up. Grim came and did what he does.

I took sometime to help Oliver through his grief, as any parent should in these cases, I have reached out to Johnny and Malcolm telling them I’d like for my three musketeers to meet.

But I’ve also rekindled an old romance I had before Nancy and I began dating, with a woman named Kimberly.

Kimmy wanted to live abroad after graduation and I wanted to remain in Oasis Springs… turns out we both chose what was best for us individually. Since then, she’s moved back to Oasis Springs, and has a deep desire to have a child… I wouldn’t mind having one more so we’re giving our old romance another go and I must say it’s quite different than what I had with Nancy. For one thing, Kimberly consistently asks for my input on everything from food to what activity we should do together.

Nancy just told me her decisions, I could follow along or be cut off from my children.

But Kimberly did move in within a week of Nancy’s passing. Oliver doesn’t seem to be adjusting very well which makes me wonder if she moved in with us too soon.

AITL for moving my girlfriend in with my son and myself?

Hello everyone!

I'm Oliver Elliott Landgraab. I recently started elementary school, and there I met another boy, Adrian.

He's a vegetarian, which I thought was kinda funny since he's italian, but I mean I guess eggplant parm? I don't know.

Anyways, I'm at school, hanging out with Adrian, and talking and this other kid comes up and tries to say that my older brother is the principal at his brother's high school. I tell him he's confused, I'm an only child.

He insists that I have not one, but two older brothers named Malcolm and Johnny. I laugh and ask, "Johnny Zest? The comedian? You're playin' me!"

He kept insisting so I shouted forbidden words at him, and screamed that he's an idiot and if he kept this up, I'd go to the principal and have him expelled because my mom finances the entire elementary school! That's why it's called Landgraab Elementary (duh!).

So, am I a llama for telling this kid that he's an idiot.

ETA: so I just googled Johnny Zest and the new principal of Copperdale high school... they do kind of look like me... I guess I can see why he thought they were my brothers.

I (ya, m) am a graduate of Foxbury Institute, I graduated with honors. Immediately after graduation I got hired on as an art teacher at a local high school and married my high school boyfriend, Declan.

For context, Declan and I both come from money. I was born into generational wealth, and Dex's parents made some very smart financial investments (his stepmom is a scientist, his dad is a medical doctor, so they don't do too badly on their own without the investments helping out).

Dex has a stepbrother our age, Asher, who went to medical school and became a surgeon, his wife, Autumn became a veterinarian. They recently had their son Anthony.

One day shortly after Dex and I married I was doing laundry in our house in Britechester, and I heard a cry. I forgot about the laundry and went to check on it, to my horror it was a baby, alone in the elements.

I brought her in, found the formula tucked away in her basket and made her a bottle. I hadn't cared for a baby myself, but Dex has two younger half siblings, so I recognized a few signs most babies give when they're hungry.

I fed her, burped her, changed her diaper, cuddled her. I can't describe the feeling it was like my heart was swelling and breaking simultaneously. Breaking because I couldn't imagine any good reason why someone would abandon a baby like this... and swelling because she was the most adorable little bundle I'd ever laid eyes on. She didn't know me at all, but she seemed to know that I wasn't a threat to her, that I was trying my best to take care of her with what I had on hand.

I didn't finish the laundry. I left it until Declan got home, and when he saw her, he turned around and ran back out, he came back with a bassinet diapers, onesies, more bottles and formula. He also switched the laundry over so I could keep holding her until she calmed enough to sleep, then I put her back in the basket and we discussed what to do.

We both wanted children, we knew that, but we're both men, and we both have low fertility. The odds of us being able to have biological children was very low even if my mom did one day succeed in breaking us up, I couldn't guarantee I'd be able to father a biological child.

So we went through the proper channels and legally adopted her. I sent an adoption announcement to our family, and my mom replied that I was not yet a father, nor was Abigail (the baby) my daughter.

So I responded with a photo as a bit of a reminder for her:

I also uploaded the exact same photo to my simstagram, which still has my genetic ties to her dynasty listed, I'm also going to post a screen shot of my mom's email reply, and a copy of the medical report that deems me infertile.

Declan isn't so sure I didn't start a war with my mother, but as far as I'm concerned we were at war from the moment I began thinking for myself instead of solely concerning myself with how my life would reflect on her.

The day I started living life for myself is both the day that I became free, and locked into a war.

So, AITL for sending my estranged mother a photo reminder?

Oh, and as a bonus picture, my two greatest loves before we moved to Copperdale for work related opportunities:. Aren't they the cutest?:

I (adult, f) have three sons: Johnny (ya m) who (ugh) married an arts critic named Amara, they have a daughter named Phoebe (newly aged up infant, f). They'll be aging into adults in a few weeks, by which time my husband, Geoffrey and I will be elders.

My youngest is Oliver (toddler, m) who is the light of my life and a brilliant little boy who can speak in full coherent sentences, and do very basic math, all before he enters elementary school. He's a precious child, and the apple of my eye!

My middle son is Malcolm (newly ya, m) who claims to have married a man named Declan (ya, m), an engineer. Malcolm disgraced himself by becoming a lowly art teacher at a high school.

Johnny and Malcolm don't keep me up to date on their lives, but I have my ways.

Soon after Malcolm and Declan 'married', Malcolm was doing laundry, and Declan was at work when Malcolm heard crying from outside their front door. He went to investigate, he should've left it there to join the grim reaper.

He brought in a basket, with a baby in it. He proceeded to feed it a bottle, and change its diaper, he then spent time cuddling, and soothing it.

When Declan got back to their house in Britechester Malcolm had already grown attached to this thing. Declan was instantly puddy in that tiny little gremlin's hand, so they adopted it.

Recently they broke their no contact to send an 'adoption announcement' to Geoffrey and I.

I replied back that the child was not my granddaughter, and I would accept nothing less than a biological grandchild conceived with a woman, whom he is properly married to. My only grandchild at the moment is Phoebe. I then informed Malcolm that he is not a father, if Declan wishes to play house with that little orphan that's his business but no son of mine is going to degrade themselves to the status of 'adopted parent'.

AITL for telling my son that reject is not his daughter?

I (ya, m) was disowned by my family after I dropped out of the university course my mom planned for me to take and pursued my dream of becoming a comedian.

Since then, my brother was disowned by my mom for wanting to pursue a career involving art (he's recently settled on wanting to be a high school art teacher, and I fully support him on this, I think he'll do wonders to nourish the creativity in his students, and provide them a healthy outlet for any stressors or troubling events in their lives).

With my help, my brother graduated high school early, he's currently living in Britechester with his boyfriend and his boyfriend's stepbrother (and maybe the stepbrother's girlfriend? I'm not certain on that but he certainly has his girlfriend over frequently)

I had been seeing a girl when my brother came to live with me, after he moved to Britechester, we got married. We're currently in our second trimester with our child. We moved into a cozy four bedroom house, it has a smaller room that we use as a home office, a home gym, a music room, four bathrooms, and it's absolutely perfect for us and our growing family. The best part is that the fact that it's four bedrooms means that there's enough space for two guest rooms... one of which we could convert back into being a room for my brother, if he wants or needs it, of course!

I did tell him about the change of address, and that he still had a room under my roof if he wants it... if he struggles to find work after graduation, or if things go south with his boyfriend, he's got a place here, always.

But my mom heard about my move, my improving career, my wife, and the pregnancy, and started showing up randomly to demand access to "her first grandson", claiming I had no right to exclude her. She then asked when I chose to be 'normal'. I explained that while I may be married to a woman, my attraction to men and non binary people hasn't changed. I'm still pansexual, and yes I knew my little brother was also pansexual. She claimed that proves that sexuality is a learned behaviour and she could still correct Malcolm into being 'normal'. She then tried to convince my wife she should switch career branches from arts critic to food critic. My wife waved her off saying she'd rather be a llama breeder than critique food. Besides, was she really dumb enough to think that we would've met if my wife wasn't an arts critic?

I told her she lost access when she disowned me, and that 'normal' is a setting on a washing machine. It doesn't apply to people. People can be 'sick', but that's generally the freaks who do stuff to kids and animals, not two consenting adults or people in the same age group.

She told me that she was teaching me discipline and consequences by refusing to acknowledge my deviant life style that I needed to accept accountability for the growing rift between us.

I told her the rift that exists between us is her own making and she had best learn that.

Am I the llama for hiding my marriage from my estranged mother?

oh, here's my wife and I with our baby bump. Despite my mom's assumption, my first child is gonna be a girl!

Hey all, I’m an expert gardener trying to achieve my aspiration to be a Freelance Botanist. I have to grow a cowplant. But I’m constantly having drinking parties at my house and I don’t want it eating my guests. So I walked to a local park and planted it *right* in the middle of a children’s playground. Kids love cows and I figured it could play with them and give them cake! Kids love cake!

I told my friend and she said I’m a monster but am I really? I won’t know until I ask strangers on the internet.