Forgotten Birthdays and Pranks Gone Wrong AITA Reddit Stories

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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Welcome back to the podcast, where we dive into the
wild world of interpersonal drama from Reddit. We read through
stories from subreddits like ai TA, sharing the raw tales
and tossing in some thoughts along the way. To day.
We've got a line up of top stories from a
day that are sure to spark some debate. These are
the kinds of conflicts that make you question relationships, family dynamics,

(00:25):
and personal boundaries. Let's jump right in. Our first story
comes from a user whose feeling pretty down about a
special day gone wrong. The title is am I the
bleep whole for not reminding my husband it was my birthday?
I feel so pathetic. So my forty five female birthday

(00:45):
was last Wednesday. I have been with my husband, fifty
six male, for seven years. I like to make birthdays
special for my family. For example, I decorate my son's
room while he's sleeping so he can wake up feeling
celebrated and loved. I'm cheesy, I know, l O L.
For my husband, I put out his gifts and cards

(01:08):
so he can see them when he wakes up, and
I'll make whatever he wants to eat for supper, or
we go out if he wants to it's his choice
and whatever else he wants to do for his birthday.
My husband has always gotten me something for my birthday
with cake and a card. It's great. But this year,
no birthday wishes in the morning, no mention, nothing around

(01:30):
supper time. We were chatting after work, asking about each
other's day, and I asked him if he knew what
day it was. He realized and said that he completely
forgot it was my birthday and came to give me
a hug and that he'll get me a gift. I
said that's okay, but I was hurt that he didn't
think of me. He completely shut down and went to

(01:51):
lie down. I went out for a walk because I
was crying and I didn't want my son to see
me cry. I walked crying in the rain like an idiot,
A sad, stupid idiot. My husband has been in a
bad mood since. I have not mentioned by birthday following
his shut down, just kept going with the week and

(02:13):
taking care of our family. He has barely spoken to me.
This morning, I went for an errand before work. I
worked from home and brought him back his favorite candy
bar because I always do. When I bring back snacks.
When he saw it this morning on the table, he
asked if it was for him. I said yes, and
he threw it in the garbage before leaving for work.

(02:34):
When he came back from work, he said that I
destroyed him by telling that I was hurt that he
forgot my birthday, that he apologized the hug, and when
I told him that he didn't think of it hurt me.
That destroyed him. So to be clear, I never yelled
or brought it up again in the following days. I
just said that one sentence about it hurting my feelings,

(02:55):
and that makes a horrible partner. He said I should
have reminded him, given him heads up. I know when
his birthday is. I don't need a reminder. So my
brain kind of froze when he said that I order
his gifts in advance when I find things he's gonna
love anyway, Am I the bleephole for not telling him
my birthday was coming up? Wow? That one hits hard.

(03:19):
Birthdays are supposed to be about feeling valued, right. It
sounds like there's some deeper communication issues bubbling up here.
The original poster seems genuinely hurt, but the husband's reaction
turns it all around on her. What do you think
is forgetting a birthday forgivable without a reminder or should
partners keep track on their own relationships thrive on mutual effort?

(03:43):
And this story really highlights how small oversights can snowball
into bigger resentments. Let's move on to the next one
and see if we can shake off that emotional rain walk.
Next up, a tale of family expectations and unspoken grudges?
Title Am I the bleephole for refusing to apologize to
my dad's wife because she felt let down. I didn't

(04:05):
make a grand gesture of embracing or accepting her at
their wedding. My mom died when I twenty one, female
was twelve, and Dad met his wife when I was fifteen,
and he married her when I was sixteen. Not gonna lie,
the day was kind of hard for me. It wasn't
easy seeing my dad marry someone who wasn't my mom.
But I loved him, so I made sure to smile

(04:27):
and keep the sadness away from the day where I
could still. My dad knew and he didn't push me
to be more involved than I was. The wedding was
small and more low key anyway, so there was nothing
huge for me to do. Until a couple of weeks ago.
Everyone thought the day had been a success for my
dad and his wife, but during a celebration to remember Mom,

(04:48):
dad's wife brought up a grudge she held against me
for not making more of a grand gesture of embracing
or accepting her as my family and a mother figure
at the wedding. Apparently she thought I had something planned
for the d that would make her feel welcome and
wanted by me and like she was loved. She had
convinced herself it would happen and was let down it hadn't,
but she felt even worse when I didn't say anything

(05:10):
about it. After their wedding. She first brought it up
as a throwaway comment about grand gestures not being my
thing for others. When I made something for Mom's grave,
Dad asked what she meant, but she was like, ow
nothing nothing. She said nothing, and I was confused by
it too, but we moved on. Then when we were
having dinner, those of us who knew Mom said something

(05:30):
about her, and I told Mom I'd always love her
and miss her, and I wish she was here and
could see me be the woman I am. Then Dad's
wife made a more direct comment that clearly I can
express my love easily enough. Dad asked what she was doing,
and then she said what she had expected for the wedding,
and she was like, clearly Kess didn't love me when
we got married because she didn't make a point of

(05:51):
expressing or showing acceptance of me at the wedding. Then
she said she had expected some kind of grand gesture
of acceptance and love because she was become my new
mother figure and had thought I'd be glad to have
someone else for the girl's stuff. Dad asked her where
all this came from, and she admitted she held it
against me since the wedding when it was just me
and her. She told me I could apologize and it

(06:13):
would start to make up for it, but I told
her there should have been zero expectation for me to
do anything like that, and I wasn't apologizing for something
I never agreed or even suggested i'd do. Then she
was like, so you still don't love me, and I
grew frustrated and told her she had weighed too high
expectations for what I'd do for her, and I pointed
out I had known her for months when she married

(06:33):
my dad. Her grudge has now grown because I didn't
do the grand gesture and I didn't apologize years after
she said, I'm disrespecting her and her and Dad's marriage.
Am I the bleep whole? Blended families can be a minefield,
can't they? This original poster is dealing with grief over
losing a mom, and then this expectation from the new

(06:55):
wife comes out of nowhere. It's tough to navigate those emotions,
especially when someone's projecting their own fantasies onto you. Maybe
the stepmom could have communicated her feelings earlier instead of
harboring a grudge. Listeners, Does this sound like misplaced expectations?
Or should the original poster have made more of an effort.

(07:17):
Family dynamics like this remind us how important open conversations
are from the start. All right, shifting gears to a
parenting dilemma that's got some sibling rivalry vibes title, Am
I the bleep whole for punishing my son for convincing
my daughter that girls don't have body odor? This led
to an argument between my husband thirty eight male, and I,

(07:39):
thirty seven female, I had noticed my daughter, eight female,
was taking showers three to five times per day. When
I talked to her, she got upset and she called
herself a freak. She said that something is wrong with her.
I asked her what's wrong, and she said that she's
not a girl because she stinks sometimes. I was so confused,

(08:01):
and I found my that my son, thirteen male, had
told her that girls don't have body odor. I told
her that she's normal and girls do have body odor.
I told her that I stink sometimes and unnormal. She
calmed down. I had already established my dislike of pranks
with son when I talked to him, I grounded him

(08:23):
for a week. My husband thinks I was too harsh
with our son. He said that things like that are
normal things big brothers do to their little sisters, but
he didn't see how freaked out our daughter was. I
told him that our son needs to learn that pranks
can go seriously wrong. My husband called me a kill joy.

(08:44):
Am I the bleep whole, short and sweet, but packed
with lessons on sibling pranks gone awry. The daughter's distress
really underscores how innocent teasing can hit hard, especially at
that age when kids are figuring out their bodies. The
husband dismissing it as normal brother stuff might miss the point.
Boundaries matter. What about you? Is a week's grounding fare

(09:08):
or is this just harmless fun? Parenting these moments is
all about balancing fun with empathy. Now for a heavier
one involving marriage, fertility, and tough choices. Title, Am I
the bleep whole for divorcing my husband over him being sterile?
I thirty female and my husband, thirty eight male, got

(09:29):
married four years ago and started casually trying to get
pregnant after marriage. I've not always wanted to be a mom,
but is something that grew on me when I met
my husband and decided I wanted to live a life
with him. He, on the other hand, has always known
he was going to be a father no matter what
and was very adamant on it, which I honestly didn't care,
as it genuinely became something I wanted to After about

(09:53):
eight months of trying to conceive without success, we smelled
something might be wrong. We assumed it was me since
my periods are absurdly out of control. Previous year I
only had two periods. When my period started being irregular.
I never got into looking it since my screening pap
smears had always been okay, and I knew there was
nothing structurally wrong with me because I had an ultrasound

(10:15):
as a teen during a regular check up with GINO.
It was probably just hormonal. And couldn't care less. In
that moment of my life. When we assumed it was
me and that I might be infertile, we had a
pretty serious talk about our future. We talked about our
options and we knew there was a big chance we
ended up needing some sort of assisted reproduction method. I

(10:36):
knew what a toll on my body that would be,
but I was okay as we both wanted to be parents.
Weeks of injections, which I dread. I even panic when
I have to get a blood test or vaccine, stopping
the only migraine medication that has worked for me as
it's not compatible with pregnancy. Having a relapse on my
migraines not only because of stopping the meds but also
because of the hormonal injections, but it all seemed worth it.

(11:01):
We also talked about the methods we might need if
they managed to stimulate my ovulation. Either if we went
for IUI or IVF, that's okay, but if there was
no egg to be retrieved, we would need it to
be a donor's. He started saying that genes don't matter,
that it would still be my kid no matter what,
and that it shouldn't matter. He also reminded me that

(11:22):
we both wanted to be parents. That was the best choice,
as adoption can take just so many years and we've
also never been to fond of that option. In our country,
national adoption isn't really an option as the state wants
to reunite families if possible, so they only set up
the families to foster the kids and not actually adopt them.
A friend of mine had a foster sister from only

(11:43):
a few months old until twelve years of age, and
then they removed the foster kid from them because the
bio mom got sober, which of course shattered them. So yeah,
he said, if needed, we should go for the donor
and that he would do the same. Of roles were reversed.
I agreed, as I don't think DNA matters that much much,
but we decided to press pause on all of this

(12:03):
as we had just gotten married, bought a house, et cetera,
and needed to save up for the whole process. We
resumed it at the begging of this year as we
now have the money and during the last four years
of trying naturally we haven't had a single positive pregnancy test,
but my periods have regulated. Started to do the testing
to see what was wrong with us, and apparently I'm

(12:24):
just so fertile and have the ovarian reserve of a
twenty year old. Him, on the other hand, has a
complete azoaspermia, which is quite rare. See when males are infertile,
they usually have abnormal spermatozoids, slow no tails, or multiple
tails multiple heads that aren't good enough to reach the
egg but can be used in IVF. He simply had none.

(12:47):
This can be due to an obstruction or due to
a lack of production, so he had to get a
testicular biopsy to check if there was something salvageable from there.
He nagged about having to get the biopsy and I
reminded him all I would have to go through too,
so he ended up getting it. Long story short, there's
nothing to retrieve. His balls are completely dry. I thought

(13:12):
this was annoying, but not a drama. I have eggs
and we could get a sperm donor. All of a sudden,
he's completely opposed to the idea, as he says he
wouldn't be able to raise a child that's not his,
and that's even offensive for me to ask him such
a thing. I was just so shocked and reminded him.
We had this conversation years ago and he said on
multiple occasions that if roles were reversed, he would do it,

(13:34):
so I didn't understand where this was all coming from.
He told me he said that back then to cheer
me up, but that obviously a real man wouldn't do it,
and that it would be just too emasculating to raise
some guy's jerk off product. I was hurt and shocked
to hear all of this and asked him to please
think it through. A few weeks have passed and he
told me he still feels the same way and that

(13:55):
it's not going to happen. I've told him if that's
how he feels, I respect it, but I want to
split up, as I don't need kids to live a
happy and meaningful life, but I don't want to live
with the regret of not having tried. He's all mad
at me, calling me names and a liar for not
caring about our vows and all of them until death
do us apart, I replied. He also lied and has

(14:19):
had me years thinking that we were on the same
page with kids and all of a sudden everything was
fine only if it meant me not being the bio mom,
but not the other way around. I feel like I'm right.
I still love him and don't resent him, but this
is not what I want for my life. I need
to at least try, and then if it's not possible,
I will be satisfied with the outcome and move on.

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My friend's opinions are split. Some say I'm right, in
others say I'm being so mean for divorcing him over
being infertile and asking me if I would divorce him
if he was terminally ill too. I'm not divorcing him
because of his condition, but because of the years of
lying and not even wanting to consider doing himself what
he expected me to do without So am I the bleephole.

(15:03):
This story brings up so many layers, expectations in marriage,
the pain of infertility, and hypocrisy. When rolls reverse the
original poster laid out how they were willing to go
through hell for kids, but the husband flips the script
when it's his turn. It's heart breaking, but it also
shines a light on how important alignment on big life
goals is before tying the knot. Do you see this

(15:27):
as a deal breaker or should they have worked through
it more? Fertility journeys are personal and intense. Respect to
anyone navigating that. Let's keep the momentum with a co
parenting clash that's got some high stakes drama title. Am
I the bleephole for refusing to pick up my four
year old for my ex? I know how the title sounds,

(15:48):
but hear me out. I have a four year old
with my ex. Him and his girlfriend were expecting a
baby any day now. It was around twelve a m.
On Saturday when he called me and asked me to
pick up my son one because his girlfriend was in labor.
I had no problem watching my son, but I had
been drinking, so I told him I wouldn't be able
to pick him up and he needed to be dropped off.

(16:10):
They live a five minute drive away from me. He
argued with me and told me I needed to come
and pick him up now since she was in labor.
I explained I had been drinking and would not be
driving to come get him because I did not feel
safe driving myself, let alone with my four year old
in the car. I was perfectly capable of watching him,
but he would need to be dropped off to me

(16:31):
since I had had a few drinks. He called me
irresponsible and told me I shouldn't have been drinking so
close to her due date. He never once told me
her due date or that I should be available during
his parenting time to pick him up in case she
goes into labor. I told him that while my four
year old is my responsibility on my parenting time, his

(16:51):
girlfriend and new baby were not my responsibility. I also
said it would be irresponsible of me drive after I'd
had a few drinks. I reiterated that I was willing
to take him, but he needed to drop him off
because I would not be driving since I'd had a
few drinks. He started yelling at me over the phone
to get your ass over here now. So I just

(17:12):
hung up and sent him a text that I was
home if he decided to drop him off. He ended
up dropping him off and screaming at me in front
of our four year old, so I took my son
inside and locked the door. This whole argument took thirty minutes,
while he could have just drove the five minutes and
dropped him off and been on his way. I honestly
feel sorry for the girl friend for having to wait

(17:34):
even longer to go to the hospital. But I was
not about to put my son or any one else
in danger because he wanted me to drive while I've
been drinking. So am I the bleephole for refusing to
pick up my son? Co Parenting after a split is
never easy, and this one adds urgency with a baby
on the way. The original poster's priority on safety over

(17:55):
convenience seems spot on, but the excess frustration boils over.
It's a reminder that clear communication about expectations like due
dates could prevent these blow ups. Whose side are you
on here? Safety first? Or should there have been more flexibility?
Diving into another post divorce family story, this time about

(18:16):
financial disparities and boundaries, title, Am I the bleephole for
not giving a crap that my kids have more than
their step and half siblings at their mom's house. My
ex wife and I, both in our thirties, had a
very bitter divorce. She cheated on me, tried to make
me take responsibility for a child who was unlikely to

(18:36):
be mine, had an abortion after she realized I would
DNA test that child and would end my parental responsibility
if I wasn't the father, than she accused me of
making her miscarry. She tried to ask for alimony and
child support, when alimony was nowhere near entering the picture.
She did get some child support, but we shared fifty
fifty of our two sons, so it was never as

(18:57):
much as she was hoping for. She remarried and became
a stepmother and a mother again. The other children are
all over the place in age. Our sons are nine
and eleven. Our sons have more than their step and
half siblings because I can provide these things for them.
We go places my ex wife and her husband cannot afford.

(19:18):
They can do as many activities as they want, as
long as they actually want to do them, and I
happily pay for that. My kids have a gaming room
at my house. They get nice birthday parties with their friends,
the works. My ex wife and her husband cannot afford this,
and in the last year they have been more vocal
about it because the children in their home feel bad.

(19:41):
My ex wife wanted me to include the other children
in the experiences I give my kids and the parties
I throw for them, but we do everything separate, and
I have responded via our co parenting that it is
better that we continue doing things separate and that I
am not obligated to provide for their children in any way.
This pressure from her has increased since the summer, when
the kids and I didn't extended Disney vacation and then

(20:01):
they got a second vacation that included my parents, siblings,
and their families. My ex wife said it's disgusting that
I would let the disparity continue to grow, and that
I show no concern for the other children involved. As
far as I'm concerned, they are not my children and
therefore not my responsibility, and my sons don't want to
include them. But I am prepared to be wrong if

(20:23):
that's what the consensus is. Because children are involved, am
I the bleep? Whole? Money and kids in blended families
always a recipe for tension. The original poster is firm
on boundaries, focusing on his own children, but the ex
wants equality across households. It's tricky when jealousy creeps in
among the kids. Maybe there's room for compassion without overstepping,

(20:48):
or is it fair to say each parent handles their
own This one sparks thoughts on what fair really means
post divorce, Wrapping up with a story of family secrets
and un equal treatment title, Am I the bleephole for
refusing to tell my mom who told me her husband
isn't my dad? I, sixteen female, always wondered why my

(21:11):
dad treated me different to my siblings fifteen female, twelve male,
and eleven male, even though me and my sister are
just over a year apart in age. He would love
on her and was super supportive of her and her interests.
He was her cheerleader when she needed one, and he
made sure to be there for all her plays. He's
the same with my brothers, but he's never been to

(21:33):
any of my recitals. He never showed an interest in
the stuff I liked. Whenever I went to him for
cheering up, he brushed me off. And he spoiled my
siblings by buying them toys, candy, or whatever, but he
never got that stuff for me. When Mom wasn't home.
I was either pushed to sleep at a friend's house
or a family member's house, or he'd do a movie

(21:54):
night or game night with my siblings and told me
to stay in my room. I cried to my mom
so many times about it, and she told me he
treated me that way because we were the most alike
and we butted heads. But I never fought him or
disagreed with him. I never got the time with him
to do any of that. So when a relative told
me a couple of months ago that he's not my dad,

(22:17):
my mom was seeing him and my bio dad. Dad
knew about my bio dad and said he wasn't going
to keep sharing her, so Mom chose him, And then
when she found out about me, he said she could
keep me regardless, but if I wasn't his, he wanted
a kid of his own. They DNA tested me, and
I'm not his, So my sister was born so close
to me because of the promise. After hearing the truth

(22:38):
and seeing proof, I confronted my parents. He told me,
now that I knew, I could start calling him Drake
instead of Dad. My mom was not as ye as
she knows, though she has asked me every day, sometimes
multiple times a day. Who told me she was pestered
by several family members to be honest, and she had
no idea which of them said something, and I refuse

(23:00):
to tell, even if it was disrespectful to do it
behind her back. I'm glad I found out now. It
also opened up the truth that I have no college
savings like my siblings, and Drake doesn't want me to stay.
A day after my eighteenth birthday, he said I was
never his, he never loved me, and he wants at
least one year of justice family. All my mom cares

(23:22):
about is finding out who. She tried to ground me,
and she told me I needed to say because nobody
should tell a kid's stuff like this without a parent
knowing and being there. She said. Hiding who they are
also makes them shitty because they are encouraging a miner
to keep stuff from apparent intentionally to avoid consequences for
the person. Am I the bleep whole heart wrenching stuff,

(23:44):
the pain of feeling like an outsider in your own family.
The original poster's refusal to snitch protects the relative, but
Mom's fixation on that misses the bigger issues like favoritism
and future plans. Secrets like this can shatter trust. Is
keeping quiet justified or should everything be out in the open?

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Family truths are messy, but honesty might heal more than
it hurts. That's all for to day's episode, Folks. We've
covered birthdays forgotten, family grudges, pranks gone wrong, fertility heart breaks,
co parenting clashes, financial boundaries, and hidden parentage. If these
stories got you thinking or debating, that's what this podcast

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is all about. Thanks for tuning in. Catch you next
time for more Reddit drama. Stay kind out there