I told My Daughter Her Mom Cheated - Reddit Stories AITA

I told My Daughter Her Mom Cheated - Reddit Stories AITA
Dive into the chaos of human relationships and workplace pettiness in this packed episode of our Reddit rollercoaster podcast! We kick things off with a heartbroken groom-to-be grappling over his fiancee's surprise tattoo tribute to his late brother—talk about grief crashing the party. Then, we crank up the malicious compliance with two epic tales: one retail worker who turns a sarcastic supervisor's quip into a full-blown fire department shutdown during holiday madness, and another who weaponizes a rigid break schedule memo to bail on endless team huddles. Heartstrings get tugged next in a family blowup where a dad drops a divorce bombshell on his snarky teen daughter after she shades his new girlfriend. And for our bonus closer, an interviewer unleashes brutal honesty on a rambling candidate who just won't stop talking—ninety-nine percent job shot? Poof, gone. Packed with commentary on boundaries, revenge, and those "oh no they didn't" moments, this one's a wild ride through the best of Am I the Bleep Hole and Malicious Compliance. Tune in, laugh, cringe, and judge along—what's your verdict on these messy humans?

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Welcome back to our little corner of Reddit drama, where
we dive into the wild world of real people's messes
and try not to judge too hard. To day, we're
pulling from the am I the bleep Whole subbured it
because nothing says fun like questioning your entire relationship over
ink and late nights. We've got two fresh stories for you,

(00:21):
both from just a couple weeks back. Let's kick it
off with the first one, which has me sigh dying
tattoos in a whole new way. Here's the title, am
I the bleep Whole for telling my fiance her tattoo
of my dead brother makes me uncomfortable first time read it?
Or here? Okay, so for context, my older brother, thirty

(00:41):
year old male while I am twenty nine year old male,
passed away three years ago in a motorcycle accident. This
bleeped me up severely, still does. He was my best
friend and we had that whole inseparable since we knew
each other type thing. Even if he was older, he
was never the stereotypical older brother bully sort and I
loved him for that anyway. My fiancee, who I will

(01:04):
call Bella, is twenty eight year old female and met
him only a few times, but always said she admired
our bond as she has no real siblings of her own,
only step but they are not close. A few weeks ago,
Bella surprised me with a bleeping tattoo she got in
memory of my brother. It is this pretty bleeping, big,
realistic gray scale tattoo of his face with a little

(01:25):
snoopy icon beside it on her upper arm, with his
nickname we use and his birth and death dates underneath.
When I saw this, I was bleeping stunned. She said
she did it as a tribute to him and to
support me because she knows how much I still struggle
with grief. I honestly did not know what to say
at first, but the more I sat with it, the

(01:46):
more it bothered me. I told her gently, as much
as I could to be honest, that I appreciated the gesture,
but found the tattoo really uncomfortable, like it is unsettling
to see his face on my fiance body, Like it
is too much, especially since they barely knew each other.
She got upset and said I was being weird about

(02:07):
a nice gesture and making her regret doing something beautiful
her words. Now she is distant, and my mom thinks
I should just be thankful someone loved my brother enough
to memorialize him. But first off, I did not ask
her to do this. Now I am stuck with a
fiancee that will not even talk to me properly, and
my brother's perfectly black and gray eyes staring at me

(02:30):
when I am laying beside her, And honestly, I do
not even want to think of how horrifying having sex
would be with that on her arm? Am I being unreasonable? Bleepish?
Is it in my right to ask her to get
it covered up or like zapped off? I guess I
am adding some additional details because I do not know

(02:51):
how to respond individually. My fiancee and I both have tattoos,
and many of them. I have smaller ones, she has
bigger ones. To my knowledge, neither of us are mentally
ill in any capacity, and we are not on medication.
I cannot believe I have to write this, ha ha,
And ever since my reaction, she has been wearing longer

(03:13):
sleeved shirts in the daytime at work she has to anyway,
but that is for home too. It is only during
bedtime that I really see it with her wearing tanks
and it physically hurts. Lol, woe folks. Can you imagine
snuggling up to your partner and suddenly it's like your
late brother's portrait is photo bombing the moment. That's next

(03:35):
level grief mixed with romance one sideways. I mean, the
heart was there from her, but boundaries, people, tattoos are forever,
and so is that awkward vibe. What would you do?
Tell her to laser it off or just avoid arm
side cuddles for life? Yikes? All right, shaking off that chill,

(03:55):
Let's pivot to our second story, another one that's got
trust issues written all over it. This one's a bit
more bar hopping drama title. My wife stayed out until five.
M Am, I the bleephole for thinking she is cheating.
My wife and I have been having a lot of
fights lately. I work over night and during my shift

(04:16):
she said she was going out with some of her
co workers to drink. They are celebrating one of the
guys transferring to another place. What is weird is that
my wife runs the store he is transferring from. They
end up going to a bar and having drinks. She
is with another woman and two guys. The other woman
and one of the guys are married. The other guy

(04:37):
is single, and he is the one transferring to another store.
That winds down about two m and she texts me
that they all were leaving together to go to the
single guy's house. I said, OK, let me know when
you leave. She never texted me until five thirty m
give or take a few minutes. She said I am
home in the text. I was worried. Come to find out,

(04:58):
she was blacked out all night, throwing up and came
home at a time I do not feel married women
should be coming home. I get home from work and
my son had an engagement that we both committed to beforehand.
I get her up after her getting a few hours
of sleep. I did not sleep. She was in the
best mood. She was joking, trying to play with me

(05:19):
in ways she never does. All smiles and very happy.
It makes me suspicious. I do not know if I
should be though. My wife does not go out a ton,
but she is also never this happy and full of laughter.
I am hoping I am being a bleep whole. I
want some other opinions on the matter. Am I overreacting
and potentially being a bleep whole if I feel like

(05:42):
something does not sit right with me About the situation update,
I talked with her last night. She said she was
still drunk when I got her up. She agreed that
communication was lacking. She did not get defensive, and she
listened to what I had to say. I told her
that if she wants to go out until five thirty m,
that is what single women do. She seemed to understand

(06:05):
that it is not acceptable to me for that behavior
to continue. I feel a bit more at ease. Thanks
for the level headed responses. All right, shaking off that chill,
Let's pivot to our second story. This one's from malicious compliance,
where petty revenge meets workplace absurdity in the best way possible.

(06:26):
It's a classic tale of taking sarcasm way too literally,
and oh boy, does it deliver title. Supervisor told me
sarcastically to call the fire department. I did worked in
retail in between jobs, way back when, early nineteen nineties. Yea,
I'm old, get off my lawn. It was December, major
department store that is no longer around. I know that

(06:49):
doesn't narrow it down. Sorry, anyways, they tried to cram
as much product on the floor as possible, to the
point that you couldn't walk through the aisles and had
to twist and turn to get past the fixtures set
up with product. I casually mentioned to a supervisor that
if the fire department ever came in, they would close
us down for the hazards and lack of egress. She

(07:11):
was highly stressed and blurted out to me, you know what,
then call the fire department. I held my hands up
and said easy. She assigned me my duties and that
was that. Well. She did tell me to call. On
the way home, I stopped by a government building that
had all sorts of agencies in it. Told the receptionist
my plight, and she pointed to a phone on the wall.

(07:33):
Tell the operator I want the f D and they
would patch me through to the station's non emergency line.
The fire chief himself answered, I told him how crowded
it was and what the supervisor said. He had a
good laugh and said they'd check it out. I was
off the next day but heard about it when I
got back. Fire chief and a station house full of

(07:56):
fire fighters show up to do an inspection. He tells
the store manager that egress is being blocked and he'd
have to remove a lot of the fixtures in the aisles.
Store manager says he has orders from corporate fixtures stay.
Fire chief assures him he will win the argument. Store
manager stands his ground. Fire Chief all right, boys, close

(08:19):
them down. They evacuated the store all three levels and
closed all entrances in December, prime Christmas shopping season. Although
it wasn't a weekend day it was during the week,
but still store manager tried to protest and suddenly the
sheriff's department starts showing up. Long story short, they were

(08:39):
closed for five and a half hours while the chief,
store manager and employees rearranged the store to acceptable levels.
The supervisor never treated me differently, so I'm guessing she
didn't remember the conversation. The store manager surprisingly did not
get fired by corporate, but corporate was not happy. About
a week later, I'm working with the store mail manager

(09:00):
and supervisor. When she asks why we can't do something
a certain way, The store manager replied, the fire department
won't allow that, and that was it. I worked there
a few more weeks before getting a job that almost
got me killed. In a workplace shooting, but that's a
story for later. Edit one. There are some videos on
YouTube about postal shootings, one done by a woman which

(09:23):
is insane, even the comments. The one I was in.
The person was acting out for well over a year.
Skeptic magazine had a great issue about mass shootings, I
think from two thousand thirteen. One study they talked about
was how the mass shooters never snap, but act out
for usually a year or longer before committing the act.

(09:45):
Interesting stuff. Myself as well as other employees, expressed concern
to management about the behavior and potential for violence, but
they said that employee was harmless. Didn't surprise a lot
of us who it was when it happened. I could
go on, but honestly, most of you would think I'm lying.
But I could corroborate every story. And the funny part

(10:06):
is other postal workers would snicker and say, that's nothing.
Let me tell you what happens at our facility. It
is the most violent workplace in America and also the
most deadly. Oh the sweet sweet sound of literal instructions
biting back. Five and a half hours of holiday chaos
shut down. That's compliance with the sight of chaos, and

(10:28):
I am here for it. Imagine the store manager sweating
bullets while firefighters play human traffic cones. Malicious compliance at
its finest, Folks, sometimes the best revenge is just following
orders a little too well. What would you have done?
Dial that number on the spot, or wait for the
perfect plot twist shaking off that fire alarm echo. Let's

(10:51):
roll into our third story. Another delicious bite from malicious compliance.
This one's all about turning break time into a battle
of wills, and it's got that slow burn satisfaction we crave. Title.
Scheduled breaks must be taken on schedule. My work has
very little interaction with others for the most part. Basically,

(11:12):
you come in, do your work, and go home, except
for a meeting or two during the day. Pretty straightforward.
New manager comes in and wants everyone's schedule so she
can keep track of the comings and goings. Your breaks
and lunch need to be scheduled the same every single
day and taken on time. According to her memo. My

(11:32):
morning break is at the end of the team's fifteen
minute huddle. A few days later, the huddle is running long,
so I got up and left the room. After fifteen minutes.
She must have thought I was using the restroom, but
I was sitting in the break room, which she noticed
when she walked through at the end of the huddle.
Every single time the huddle ran long, I'd leave after

(11:53):
fifteen minutes. She finally asked about it, and I replied
that my break was scheduled and needed to be taken
on time. She said that means within reason and not
to walk out of meetings. I asked if she was
going to amend her memo. She didn't amend her memo.
I didn't change my routine. This continued like a pissing

(12:13):
contest for the six months she ran the department until
she transferred. Next manager turned huddles into team meeting bullet
points for the day, and we all went back to normal. Ah,
the classic memo trap. Nothing says new boss energy like
enforcing rules that boomerang right back at you. Six months

(12:34):
of awkward break kroom standoffs. That's compliance served ice cold,
and I bet that huddle wrapped up quicker than a
bad blind date. Managers take note. If you're gonna play
word games, make sure the fine print favors you. Ever
pulled a move like this at work, spill in the comments,
shaking off that break kroom stand off vibe. Let's wrap

(12:56):
up this episode with our fourth and final story. Another's
zinger from m I the bleep Whole. This one's a
family feud wrapped in dating drama, and it's got that
O O they didn't energy that'll have you picking sides
faster than a custody battle. Here's the title. Am I
the bleephole for telling my daughter that her mom cheated
on me? When my daughter said, my new girl friend

(13:18):
looks like an only fan's chick throw away, A count
and fake names. I forty nine, your old male got
divorced from my wife, Emily forty nine, your old female,
because she cheated on me with multiple men. We have
a son and a daughter. Our son, Nick twenty two,
your old male has always been closer to his mom

(13:41):
and our daughter Schuyler nineteen, Your old female has always
been closer to me. Not knowing why we got divorced,
the kids took their mom's side. I recently started dating
Lisa fifty four, your old female. She has a fun personality,
she's smoking hot, and she dresses very fun. When I
introduced Lisa to my kids, Nick took a liking to her,

(14:03):
while Skuyler looked annoyed. Days later, Skyler said that Lisa
looks like an only fan's chick. If you knew Skyler,
you would be shocked that she would use that as
a way to insult another woman. I told her that
her mom, Emily, was the one who cheated on me,
and that I met Lisa after the divorce. Skyler just said, oh,

(14:24):
and she got quiet. But the next day my ex wife,
Emily confronted me. I reminded her that I never promised
to keep her cheating a secret. She said that I
implied that it would be a secret based on the
fact that I never said whether or not I would
tell our kids. Am I the bleep whole update something
of an update since I posted even though my daughter

(14:45):
is in her bedroom in my house, I messaged her
because she said she doesn't want to see anyone. She
sent me a very, very long message she had written beforehand.
In the message, my daughter admitted that her mom and
her maternal aunt said those kinds of things about Lisa.
She said she's embarrassed that she repeated those awful things.
She said she thought that I was the one who

(15:07):
cheated on her mom. She said she thought I had
cheated on her mom with Lisa. She said she's not
mad at me. She said she's mad at her mom.
She said Lisa seems like a wonderful woman. She said
she wants to talk about this faster face, but not
any time soon. She said she'll tell me when she's
up to talking about it faster face, when she thinks

(15:30):
she can do it without crying. Oove, talk about a
truth Baum detonating at the dinner table, dropping the cheating
reveal like that savage, but honestly, when your kid's slinging,
only fans shade gloves off. That update, though, heartbreaker and
healer in one. Kiddo's processing some heavy stuff and props
to dad for the gentle follow up. X's planting seeds

(15:53):
of doubt classic co parenting sabotage. You think he was
right to spill or should secrets stay buried for the
kid's sake. His final gem is straight from m eye
the Bleephole, and it's a workplace showdown that'll make you
rethink every Rambler you've ever met. Here's the title, Am
I the Bleephole? For telling a guy to shut up

(16:13):
during a job interview. I was interviewing this guy for
a very good software engineering position. He passed the first round,
and both I and everyone involved in the second round
really liked his resume and experience. On paper, he had
everything we were looking for, and honestly, this looked like
a life changing opportunity for him. Then he shows up

(16:38):
very serious and not smiling at all. I'm used to
that in tech interviews, and I understand it can be
an intimidating environment. We did a round of introductions and
then he opened the interview by saying, let me tell
you a little bit about myself. We said, okay, go
for it. He started talking and talking about his personal
and professional background. After a bout three minutes, I jumped

(17:01):
in to ask a follow up question based on something
he mentioned. He replied, I will answer, just give me
a moment and continued talking. A co worker jumped in
with another question and he said the same thing to her.
At this point, we were kind of looking at each other,
but decided to let him continue and give him the
benefit of the doubt. But after more than five minutes,

(17:23):
I jumped in again with another question. I had to
talk over him to do it. He finally paused and answered,
but in such a long winded way that he ended
up veering into another topic. My coworker asked another question,
and the same thing happened. At this point, I was
ready to end the interview. I tried to politely wrap

(17:45):
it up several times, but he was unable to read
the room and just kept talking. I finally raised my
voice slightly and said something like, thank you very much
for sharing your background. In the interest of time, I'd
like to to ask if you have any questions for us.
This is standard protocol and helps us prepare answers for

(18:06):
future interviews. He asked a question about the team. As
I was answering, he raised his finger and interrupted to
talk more about his background. I let it go. Then
he asked another question, which my co worker started to answer,
but again he spoke over her to talk about himself.
I tried once more to interrupt politely, but he kept talking.

(18:28):
At that point I was done, I said, John, you
really have to shut up and listen. He was surprised,
as was my co worker, but he finally stopped talking.
I continued, you walked into this room with a ninety
nine percent chance of getting the job, now that chance
is zero. The only reason is because in less than

(18:49):
fifteen minutes you've demonstrated that you don't have the capacity
to listen at all. So I'm telling you now you're
not getting the job. But if you take anything away
from this interview, let it be this. No matter how
good you are technically, if you can't listen, you'll never
excel in this career. He apologized and said, can we

(19:11):
start again? I replied, you had your chance. Best of
luck in your future interviews, make sure you listen. Looking back,
I know I could have handled that differently, but I
still feel bad for the guy whoe interview gone nuclear
ninety nine percent shot at glory, torpedoed by a NonStop soliloquy.

(19:31):
Brutal but that feedback gold in a world of ghosting rejections.
This guy's getting a masterclass in read the room or
wreck your resume, harsh love or overkill? I'd say enta,
but UF The awkward silence after must have echoed like
a bad zoom call ever bombed an interview that bad
or dished out tough love like this. That's our five

(19:55):
story feast of drama for today. What do you think, bleepholes?
Or just human being messy. Drop your takes in the
comments if you're listening on a platform that allows it,
and we'll catch you next time. For more Reddit roller coasters,
stay curious, stay kind, and maybe practice pausing in your
next big chat. By for now,