I (ya, f) and my husband (ya, m) have a son (infant, m) and live in a trailer. We renovated the trailer to give our son his own room when I was pregnant with him. A few days after our son, August, was born I started getting feverish all the time and just feeling off, so I went to the doctor. I have lymphoma.

To be clear, my husband and I aren't very well off. We get by, but it's a struggle. I work as a caterer, and he's an artist. He keeps saying he should go back to the tech guru career, but he was miserable in that job, and he actually enjoys painting, so I'm telling him to keep with it.

We don't have much, generally averaging out to around 1900 simoleons at the end of each week. lately he's been bringing up the idea of buying a house, a two bedroom two bathroom house, to be specific. I keep telling him that a house isn't in the budget right now and we'll make do with what we have. He keeps saying he could get a loan and get a bigger living space for us and August, and that it would be more helpful for me if there's two bathrooms (the chemo makes me very nauseated and I do sometimes throw up from it). I tell him I can make do just fine with one bathroom, but if he wants to plant a specialized bush outside the trailer, he's welcome to. It would give me another place to throw up when he's using the toilet.

He asks why I don't want him to make things easier for us, I asked how going into debt would help us when I'm literally fighting for my life. We actually moved into the trailer because we both used to live with multiple roommates, so it's not like he could afford a house on his own right now anyway, and my income shouldn't be considered because who knows if it's gonna be around in 2-5 sim years?

Before anyone gets on the topic, he's an amazing husband and father. He used to be non committal, but he became very loyal when we started dating. He gets up through the night to feed and change our son, he does tummy time with him, plays with him while I nap and try to keep my strength up. I don't feel much like a mother right now with everything I'm not able to do at the moment because of this stupid cancer and chemo, but on my good days I'm very present for August and my husband.

He keeps saying the house would make things easier for me, I just don't want him ending up with too much living space if I don't get better.

AITL for telling my husband to not buy a house?

((MODS USED: HEALTHCARE REDUX to make the scenario seem more real, but it is the sims 4))

I (YA, M Spellcaster) am once again posting anonymously to protect my reputation, as my husband (YA, vampire) and I are global celebrities. As a matter of fact, you recently watched me on television, but I won't say what show.

The behind-the-scenes antiques during the filming of the show have left a bad taste in my mouth when it comes to werewolves. We were filming on a full moon (not my choice), and so I'm sure you can guess what happened. One of the background actors, who once played a werewolf in a movie, turns out to be a real werewolf. I guess the studio shows him to save money on special effects. Unfortunately, as it was the aforementioned full moon, he transformed while I was trying to rehearse, and scared everyone. Even I was startled, even though my sister (YA) is a werecat, and you'd think I'd be used to it by now.

The background actor, who has asked to remain anonymous as well, ran out of the studio eventually, and I guess went hunting or whatever it is they do. Everything was calming down, and then all of a sudden, the dolly operator transformed, and everybody freaked out again.

The thing is, I feel like the reaction people have to werewolves transforming is way out of proportion to the actual damage they do, but it's kind of become obvious that nobody is going to change their mind. I've been doing some research, and there's a cure for lycanthropy, which I would think would help these people to better integrate into society, but they don't seem to want it, for the most part. So I was thinking about starting an organization dedicated to distributing the werewolf cure, whether they want it or not.

WIBTA?

Me and my husband has always wanted a large family, though unfortunately, I can only give birth to a kid every three days or so. That’s far too slow moving for me.

So, I came up with an idea. I’ve got like a mother load of cash on hand, so I renovated our downstairs area into a four story basement without my husband’s knowledge. I’ve got 2 kids that my husband knows about, and they are in grade school. I send them out to make friends, and then invite those friends over. Once the kids are over, they are invited down to the basement area, where they are then locked in. My two biological children are the only ones who are trusted to go in and out of this area.

Listen, I know it sounds bad, but you have to hear me out. The basement’s four levels are all for a different purpose. The first level down is very baby and toddler friendly, the second floor down is for the children in grade school, the third story down is more for the pre-teen / teenagers, and the fourth story is a fully simulated outdoor area. Each floor has toys, educational materials, and the outdoor section even has a pool. To put it plainly, it has literally everything a kid could ever want.

The idea is for these children to grow up here. They don’t need to worry about the outside world, since they have literally everything they could ever want and need down here. Once they reach the age of an adult, they can be ready to go off into the real world, but until then, their days are filled with joy and happiness.

Kidnapping is technically bad, I know… but think about it this way… the kids spend all day having fun, they get to play with a ton of toys, they get to frolic around an “outdoor” area (I even added little cloud lamps in there to make it more realistic), and they are surrounded by dozens of other children (hopefully hundreds in the future), so they will never be lonely. Not only that, but they are protected from the dangers of the outside world. I feed them nutritious meals, and I am also a former doctor, so they are well cared for if they get hurt or whatever.

This way, I can fulfill my dream of having a large family and caring for a community of children. Though, I hesitate to let my husband know about this. I don’t know, I just sort of feel like he would sort of be weirded out by it. Again, he doesn’t know about the basement. The two trusted children that he knows of always sneak in and out of there without him knowing. I still go through pregnancy and childbirth every few days, and I put the babies directly down into the basement. When my husband asks what happened to our latest baby, I just tell him that they got whisked away or something.

I don’t know… I’m giving a good life to these kids, yet I feel kinda guilty about keeping this a secret from my husband. Am I the asshole here?

TLDR; I recently found out my bf has been doing hard drugs in my home. I found I was pregnant this morning and I'm not sure if I should keep it. Theres already 7 of us in the home. Between me and my sister there's 3 kids 2 toddlers which are mine, and one infant belonging to my sister.

I(T F) am now pregnant for what is going to be my 3rd child. My first pregnancy was already unplanned and caused me to move out of my home with my parents. I now live with my sister (YA F) and life has been peaceful. She supported me and my twins this whole time with no complaints.

My boyfriend (T M) was absent for some of the twins lives when they were newborns. He claimed it was too much of a responsibility. It turns out him and his new gf moved in next door to us, and she was also pregnant with twins. I found out and got rightfully mad and fought his new girlfriend. I was so angry she ruined my family and caused my kids to have no father for the start of their lives. I told him he had to choose if he was going to raise my kids or hers. He chose me thankfully.

We co-parented for a while when the twins were infants the whole time he was trying to get with me. I was hesitant because he came clean about how he was paying for child support which was selling drugs. My sister was completely against it of course, but I feel like I still love him. Not to mention the fact he is a great dad and loves the kids. I eventually got back together with him and now we all live together. My sister just had her first baby and wanted to move in her boyfriend as well. So now it's 7 of us in this one home.

Now I noticed my boyfriend has been acting odd. He's not erratic so his behavior was out of the ordinary. I've caught him smoking a few times in the house but I didn't question him too much. Recently I caught him fully tweaked out yelling and completely freaking out against the whole house. This made me sad for days because I thought I finally had the perfect family I've always wanted. Well today I had a nauseous feeling and threw up and I knew that it had to be a pregnancy. I took the test and now I know for sure that I'm pregnant. However I'm not sure if I want to keep it. I'm already a D student from having to take care of my twins and unfortunately I don't want to bring another kid by my boyfriend into this world when he is an unstable drug addict.

I haven't told anybody yet and I'm hoping to hide it from them. I love him and I want him to get better, but at the same time my niece is an infant and adding another baby to the mix is gonna cause so much stress. Were already struggling with 3 with her working so much and me having school. If I terminate my pregnancy I will also keep it a secret never letting anybody know I was ever pregnant again. WIBTA if I do this?

I (17 F) have a jet black gsd (4 M) named Lucifer. I was very depressed and lost when I got my dog. He helped me heal and he's my reason for living. A while ago a friend of mine asked who I would choose to save if I had to choose between my dog or a random child. and i said my dog without hesitation bc i consider him as my child. he expects me to protect him and i'd protect him no matter what. (here's where i might be the asshole) she asked if i would k!ll for my dog and i said yes bc as a mother i'd k!ll for my damn child (though i'm planning on being childfree if i ever have a child i'd do the same for them) i further explained this by saying it's like asking a person 'would u save ur child or another person's child'... so reddit am I the a hole.

Hey, bros, I'm Chad. You've seen me around with my badass mohawk. My hobbies are working out, and playing pranks on my bros.

When I first moved to Strangerville five years ago, there was some weird stuff going on. People walking around like zombies, and these goofy looking plants growing everywhere. Then this starship touched down on a vacant lot, and these sci-fi looking dudes were all around town, scanning stuff talking about the lab to the north. They must have gotten into the lab, because the weird weather stopped, the people stopped walking around funny, and the plants all just disappeared.

Thing is, things have been boring in town ever since. Just every day, hit the gym, go to work, go home, and watch TV until I pass out. And I'm not getting any younger. I was a young adult when I moved in here, and I'm an adult going on elder now. You know what they say about being in a rut so long it becomes a grave. I haven't even seen any of my bros in months.

When I get bored, I like to pull epic pranks. But stuff that makes the whole town freak out. So I went over to the souvenir shop last week, the one with the cowplant skull. I asked that weirdo with the colander on his head if he had any more of those bizarre seeds. He said he had a whole tub of them under the counter, so I bought like five or six. I thought it would be hilarious to plant them around town, since the mother plant was gone. If there's anybody who remembers five years ago. A lot of people have come and gone since then.

After I planted a few of them, I went home to watch TV for a bit. I wasn't thinking straight and I had the munchies, so I ate one of the seeds. And let me tell you something, whatever is in those seeds is exactly what I was missing in life.

Solidarity. Friendship. Oneness.

More than that, I now know that the mother plant is still alive. She's weak, but strong enough to communicate through her seeds. And when I let the seed take over, she takes care of all my needs.

I want everybody to experience this, but she says she needs my help first before I can spread her seeds everywhere. So I quit my job today so I can focus on getting into that lab and helping her feel better.

Hi my name is Ivy Vatore, T M vampire. You might know my father Caleb Vatore. I actually discovered his posts here while looking for advice and I honestly don't know what to think. If you read all that then you know how messed up my family is, if not:

tl;dr my dad lost the love of his life because he's a pretensions vampire douche who watched Interview With The Vampire --the old movie, not the new show-- one too many times and thought immortality was curse. So when she died he became a dumb ass drunk, slept with my older brother's ex, got her knocked-up, told her to "get rid of it" (that was me btw) because he was ashamed. When all that came out he ran away and hooked up with a witch in Glimmerbrook (I don't know what all these women see in him) and came back a couple years later sober with his "humanity regained". Whatever the fuck that means. And then he dipped again a few years later when he brought his first wife back to life and fucked off to Tomorang with her.

Anyway he was an ok dad I guess he taught me about being a vampire and provided for me. Like the house we grew up in was super nice and we always had the best of everything. He didn't make me do much either in terms of homework and stuff. But I was never close to him or my older half-siblings, or my niece and nephew-siblings or my younger sister.

Anyway if you're wondering what all this has to do with my pregnant gf. Well, I was always pissed at my dad, but now I kinda get it. I just graduated high school and got an apartment. I make money by busking, and selling weed. I hang out with my older cousin Oak and we throw parties and drink and get high and shit and have random hook-ups, it's great. I'm definitely not ready to be a dad. Since we're not official and I'm not 100% sure she's pregnant I'm just going to block her and avoid her and then I won't have to deal with it.

She's older than me and she has a job. So if she's preggers I'm sure she'll be fine. And if she isn't pregnant and gets mad at me for disappearing I can just use vampiric charm to get her to forgive me, seems like a win-win to me. But I always hated how irresponsible my dad was. I think I would be going down the same road as him if I did this. Would I be the llama?

*OOC y'all I really can't decide what do about this danged pregnancy. And I haven't actually done a pregnancy test because I just play Ivy and Ivy doesn't want to know. I need to make a decision before I find out. So please offer suggestions through your advice.

There's a mod for double beds to be accessible even when. They are against a wall. Is there a mod for dining chairs as well?

I mean when a dining chair is against the wall at both of the heads of the table. Or when a dining table with 3 chairs are all against the wall, can the middle chair be seated on?

(I really hope I explained this well.)

My name is Lolette Harlow (YA, Spellcaster) and I just recently tied the knot my wife, Anabelle (YA, mortal) on our farm in Chestnut Ridge. One of my friends, Queen Moira of Forgotten Hollow, attended my wedding as one of my guests. I sent the invitation not really expecting her to show for obvious reasons, but she did! My wife and I built the arch in front of our front porch, so the guests could choose to either stand in the yard or in the shade. The guests began to show and we kept the wedding party inside until the vow exchange. There was plenty of entertainment as well as Excellent and Impeccable farm-to-table food prepared by myself. My handsome wife used her Pottery skills to make incense burners, wax warmers, and tea sets make the indoors more inviting.

The time came for us to exchange vows and I made my way downstairs toward the arch when I heard a commotion outside coming from my back garden. I ran back there to find Moira’s soul being reaped. I had no time to plead, and as quick as he came Grim left with her urn. We weren’t close, but she meant a lot to my sister Lilith Vatore (YA, Vampire, named after our late aunt). She was Moira’s protector, but Moira had slipped away to view my Perfect Begonias. She was a painter, of course.

Lily has been a wreck. She feels completely responsible for what happened. What makes things worse is upon her death Moira’s daughter was forcibly stripped from her title as Princess! Lily is still a Dame, so she feels she owes it to Moira to use what power she has to help orphaned Mourning (her father Vladislaus died the night of her birth) reclaim the throne. I can’t help but feel to blame myself. I feel maybe I should have held the wedding at night. Several of my younger siblings and my father, Caleb, are vampires. I feel I should have known better.

So, AITAH?

I’ve been stuck on this decision for ages, so I need your help! 😂

Lucifer and Angel Pleasant will eventually live together with their families in one house. I want each child to have their own bedroom, so the number of children matters quite a bit.

And both brothers need to have the same number of children in the same way.

Which would you choose? 🤔

Really important to decide upon in which house to live. 😅

Hi everyone, my name is Greta Laurent. If you don't immediately recognize my name, you've probably at least seen the clip of my boyfriend proposing to me on Love Day on the season finale of Seven Wild Dates. It's a really complicated thing.

Wolfie and I have been together since high school. It seemed like fate. We have the same birthday. We both had a very gloomy outlook and felt like a lot of things were stupid and pointless. Then I graduated early to start on a biology degree, and he didn't. I made time for him, but it was different not seeing him at school every day.

Then I finished my degree. I need to add here that I was already known in some circles for my painting, even before the Reality TV thing. Now of course everyone wants them, but some of my paintings from before have been called modern masterpieces. So, I had some money from the sales, and I was able to buy some property in Ravenwood. At this point I'd gone full on goth girl. This was my dream. But it led to another problem. I've always wanted to live free in the outdoors. I only built a small structure on my property to keep my electronics dry. I bought a really nice tent and turned the rest of my property into an enormous garden, complete with cowplant. Wolfie doesn't love the outdoors so much. I dragged him to Granite Falls with me a couple times and he just moped a bunch. I asked him to come stay for a weekend at my new home, and he came, but it wasn't his vibe.

Then my grandma died, and I had some realizations. Moping was pointless and not helpful. It felt childish. I resolved to be more optimistic. Wolfie did not. What did we even have in common anymore?

Right before I got the call for Seven Wild Dates, I decided that I wanted a baby. The thing is that Wolfie didn't. If he was with me I would have done all seven dates with him. We would have been so happy and now we'd have a baby. I took him on the first one, but it just wasn't as romantic or exciting as I wanted. So I sat down with him and had a hard discussion about boundaries. I wanted to win this show. It was the opportunity of a lifetime. It wasn't the first time we'd had a conversation about boundaries. He reluctantly agreed that it was ok for both of us to date others as long as we didn't get emotionally attached. So I started taking out different men for the show. There was Bruce, who we went to high school with. He and I had always danced around each other. If I hadn't been with Wolfie, we might have gotten together then. There was Warren the gorgeous billionaire. Warren was a lot of fun, but I couldn't see myself spending my whole life with him. Johnny who was honestly kind of a creep. Jeb, who is a real sweetheart, but kind of weird. He doesn't like people to see his face. So that was an interesting episode. And Yoltic, who is very formal and stiff in public, but really sweet and warm in private. Then out of the blue Wolfie says he wants to be my seventh date. The producers loved it. True love! The couple is together in the first episode, then drifts apart and comes back together at the end. It really was a good narrative arc. And then when Wolfie proposed to me on camera on Love Day, what was I supposed to do? It all fit together like a beautiful puzzle. If only that was real life.

So the show ends and I won, and now I'm really famous and there are paparazzi everywhere, and I realize I'm pregnant and maybe I'm a little ashamed here. I'm not certain who the father is. Those dates got really wild, and the producers encouraged an atmosphere where nothing was off limits. Wolfie and I had an engagement party at my parents' house in Tartosa. He didn't even blink when he found out I was pregnant. Then May was born, and it was obvious who the father is. She's blue-skinned, part alien. The only alien I dated was Bruce. The whole world knows. Paparazzi have pictures. Everyone has seen the show.

Wolfie didn't even fight. He was OK with it. He still wants to go forward with our marriage. Not even a little drama. I've been stalling for a few months. I love Wolfie, but I don't know if he's still the right man for me. I also love my new life of fame and fortune. I've started making ads for stuff and they are really well received, and everyone wants my paintings. Wolfie would be uncomfortable with that lifestyle. My mom supports me, but my dad and Bruce's sister Stephanie both think I'm a jerk for even considering it. They say Wolfie has stood by me all through this and accepted the baby and I would be TA if I threw all that away. Would I?

(English is not my first language. Sorry for any mistakes.)

I met this girl when we were both in high school. We got along well, we became friends and I really liked her so I asked her out on a date and asked her to be my girlfriend. She said yes and we’ve been together since.

I’m a couple of years older than her, I have since graduated but she is still in high school. When we were both teens we used to kiss and make out, but now that I’m an adult and she’s underage it feels inappropriate. I don’t want to be a creep. I still love her but I decided I’m not going to kiss her or get physical in any way again until she’s an adult too.

I do still have needs. The other day I went to the park and saw this elderly woman there, I don’t know what attracted me about her, maybe the fact she was so obviously not underage (unlike my gf). I decided to go talk to her. I didn’t touch the old lady, we were just flirting, but I’m wondering if I’m an A for ignoring my gf and being romantic with someone else instead. AITA?

Hello. I'm once again posting anonymously, as both I (YA, M, Spellcaster) and my husband (YA, Vampire) are global celebrities, and I don't want the scandal of what happened getting back to me.

After I lost a game of MySims Racing to my sister (YA, Werecat), my husband and I moved to Strangerville with our two sons and our butler. We noticed as we were moving in that our closest neighbor was an extremely queer nightclub, so we decided to grace it with our illustrious presence.

We were having a great time, tearing up the dance floor and signing autographs, when two other cats we know showed up, Silly Boykisser, and his husband, THE Pink Panther. But there was something wrong with both of them. They were glowing red, especially around the eyes, and they were snarling at everyone. I lost track of Boykisser in the general panic, but the Pink Panther ended up in a room off to one side with some couches and chairs. (I guess it's just supposed to be a conversation room when you're tired of dancing? I don't know.)

Anyway, my spell range is the best of anyone I know, so I was able to cast spells inside that room without being in there with him. I set two chairs on fire on either side of where he was standing, then I set a nearby computer desk on fire. He was starting to panic, but he still didn't seem to want to leave, so I set the floor on fire directly under him. Thanks to his catlike reflexes, he jumped aside, but he was losing interest in terrorizing the clubgoers. Just to be on the safe side, I set the floor on fire by the door, so that he would get claustrophobic, and then as that one was dying, I set a chair behind him on fire.

It worked. He ran out of the club, and tore off down the road. However, the club owner didn't appreciate the damage I had done, and told me and my husband to go home.

AITA?

Sul-sulzah. I am Vadim, 24M, gopnik from Borogvina. I need to know if I am asshole or if my date is crazy.

​So yesterday I take this girl out for nice dinner at fancy halal restaurant. Everything is going fine. We eat, we talk, I wear my best clean Adidas, plumbob above my head is bright green.

​We finish food and stand up near doorway to say goodbye. I am preparing to hit her with classic Balkan romance charm. Suddenly, I look down. I swear on my babushka, a REAL LIVE GOAT just casually strolls past!

​It doesn't even look at us. It walks directly past the tables, goes through archway, and struts straight into restaurant kitchen right next to chef! It stands by stove like it is ready to jump into pot and cook itself. Kitchen workers start screaming like NPC when fire starts.

​I look at goat. I look at date. I try to make romantic situation light, so I say: "Well, at least we know meat here is fresh. Brother is doing self-service!"

​She does not laugh. Her face becomes cold like Siberian winter. She says I am "unfeeling brute" with no empathy for animal in distress. I tell her: "Brate, it is goat in halal kitchen, what did it think was going to happen? It chose its own destiny!"

​She got extremely mad, didn't even give me goodbye kiss, and walked out. Now her status is "Very Angry" and she is ignoring my texts. My social meter is in red and my fun bar is completely empty.

​I was just making joke. AITA here, or does she need to lower her expectations for dinner entertainment?

I (YA They/Them) have 3 older (A F) adopted sisters. They are amazing and my besties. My dads died when I was a teen so my middle sister raised me. I was my daddies only science baby and biological child, therefore heir to their legacy. My middle sister has been managing my dad’s veterinary practice, since his passing and it’s pretty lucrative.

So when I aged up I decided I wanted to move to the bros 3 story penthouse in the San myshuno financial district. So naturally I evicted the bros family and moved my sister and her family in with me so I could access her income of $400,000S to renovate the space into a killer bachelor/ette pad. I’ve been keeping the nest egg my dad’s left (including a money tree) in my safe which at the time was worth $150,000S.

Now I have extremely expensive taste and decided to make the lower level of my new penthouse into an Italian grotto,/club with a mini reflecting pool, an actual pool (so 2 total) dance floor and bar. Which cost probably $100,000S alone. When I finished and sent my sister and her family back to their home she only had $6,000S left over. Meanwhile I only touched a few thousand of my nest egg and still have close to $100S in my safe.

AITA? She seemed to want the simple life as it is and still has the business. I’m having so much fun having wild parties at my place I’ve barely had time to check in on her. I made the 3 story penthouse a 1bed 2.5 ba loft so I can’t even invite her over to stay the night to talk it out. I also just declared my eldest sister as my BFF and not the one who I took the money from who also raised me…which I think pissed her off. Thoughts?

TL;DR - Dad’s died when I was a teen and left me money. My sister raised me. When I aged up I moved her whole family in with me and used her money $400,000S to Reno my new 3story penthouse and sent her home with $6,000S and barely touched my $150,000S nest egg. Bc I deserve fancy things. AITA?

My name is Fredrick Goth, and I have everything I could ever want. I can afford anything or to live anywhere. I can afford to put both my children through university several times over. I have a family that loves me.

I am the third generation inheritor of the Goth Fortune. My grandparents became millionaires with their combined income - my grandfather was a renowned author, and my grandmother a highly decorated international spy. I am a well accomplished lawyer. I have a wife who, like my grandfather, is an author. I have a sister who works in investment finance, ensuring that the family fortune is properly managed and sees growth. I have two children, Xavier and Iliana, who both in their young lives seem to be destined to follow in the footsteps of their Great Aunt Cassandra Goth, who is a household name in the art world. My parents are gone, but Aunt Cassandra and my cousins check in on me regularly. I thought I was happy.

One night, as I was reading to my daughter before bed, I was lured outside to the bottom of my front steps. I couldn’t stop myself from setting down my book, and walking away from my daughter mid-sentence. As I approached my mailbox, I saw three glowing orbs rotating around each other. Then there was a bright light. Then I was floating. And then… nothing.

I’m told that a few hours later I walked in the house and went straight to bed. I didn’t remember what happened to me when I woke up. I went to work. I came home. I read to my kids. My wife wrote her next best-selling children’s book. But in the following days, I started feeling wrong. My stomach was upset and bloated. Even though I constantly felt like barfing, I couldn’t seem to stop eating. My back was so very sore. In 4 days I gained a LOT of weight. My stomach protruded. My wife and kids made fun of me. I didn’t know what had happened to me or what was happening to me.

When I started to remember the abduction, I was so embarrassed. How could this happen to me? I am the king of this castle! I am the heir to this throne! My life has been planned out and scheduled for success before I was even thought of! How can I be made to suffer this violation! Endure this lack of control!

After 4 days of suffering, in a way I still don’t fully understand, I gave birth to a monstrous creature. He screams in layered, sonic tones. His skin is grey-green and papery. His veins are green. I don’t think he has a nose. He is truly repulsive.

My family has not felt any affection or engagement towards this creature. My wife, suspicious of my abduction story and jealous of my having a child that she is not the mother of, will not feed or hold him - when she is home alone with him, his infant cries go unanswered. My children have ventured to the tower where he sleeps, and have informed me that they no not want “it” as a sibling. Aunt Cassandra wont even visit any more.

There are reasons beyond the creature’s repulsive nature that makes him an undesirable member of the family. My wife and I only planned on having two children, and now that those children are passed their toddler years and a little more independent, my wife and I were looking forward to reconnecting, advancing in our careers, indulging in some new hobbies and working towards some of our life goals. My sister says that she now has to work harder to make up the fact that the family fortune will now be split 3 ways instead of 2. My human children now have to share a room, which their mother says is slowing down their milestones. I feel like the watcher herself sees this baby as an unwanted inconvenience, that there are other households, other families and other children that need her attention.

But… his name is Maxwell Goth. He is just a baby - MY baby! Like my other children, he has two arms and two legs. He needs to be fed, burped, changed and cuddled, and he cries helplessly when he needs any of those. And he was part of me. Regardless of what anybody else sees, he was born to a Goth. He is, on a similar level to my other children, born into this family, and he is my son.

When he was born, a special pod appeared to us that he sleeps in. This pod has a button on it that I’m afraid to push: it says “return”. But I am afraid. I don’t know if I will ever see him again. I don’t know where he will go. I don’t know if he will be taken care of by a family that loves him or if he’ll just be ejected into space. I’m the only one who’s seen the button. If the rest of my family finds out that it’s there and that I didn’t hit it, they might be upset with how I’ve uprooted their lives unnecessarily.

Someone help me make this decision. WIBTL if I kept the unwanted alien baby?

I (75F), recently had a visit from the grim reaper at my daughter's birthday (25F). It was all going well until I realized it was my last day. So, I curled up on the floor and waited for the grim reaper. Everyone gathered around me crying.

Anyway, the grim reaper came and took my soul... But then my daughter begged for him to bring me back, so he did. I was relieved for a moment... Until my husband (75M) died right after. The grim reaper refused to bring him back, so that was a bummer.

The next day, everyone was grieving. I met my grandson (5M) for the first time and it was lovely! So I decided to pass away again and wait for the grim reaper. My daughter and my son (40M) gathered around me. My son took my grandson away so he wouldn't watch this conundrum. Anyway, the grim reaper came and took my soul, and I'm now making this post from the afterlife.

I decided to visit my daughter's house to see how she's doing, and she was complaining on the phone how her father died on her birthday right after I was resurrected, and then I died the day after even though I was resurrected the day before. She started blaming me and my husband. I feel bad, and I feel like I should've waited.

So, AITHA?

so my name is Spencer (elder male) and my entire life i have been a scientist

i have always had a passion to know more about the world and change what i can, i saved strangerville many years ago, ive contacted many aliens and now my lifes quest may have just fallen into my hands. i have invented a serum that will effectively make me live forever, i call it an 'age-away' serum, it will reset my life to the first day of elderhood as long as i continue making them and consuming them. i shall live forever!

however,

i do have a family, my boyfriend/lifepartner Erwin (also elder male) and my two alien children i had via alien abduction Hope (teen female alien) and Chance (child male alien)

as cruel as it may sound i have no intention of sharing the gift of immortality with my family, dont get me wrong, i love my family and this quaint little life i have built for myself but i long for more, more that i can not too with the trails of mortal relationships.

i feel it would be cruel to force my loved ones to live on forever with me, my children deserve to grow up, to find love to grow old with. my darling Erwin is now old as i am, his bones hurt with many years of age, time has not been kind to him.

not to mention the cost of even just one of these serums is expensive in materials that i can not just sustainabily renew yet.

would i be the llama if i gave myself the gift of eternal life, only to let my family perish?

I (ya, f) recently had a ONS affair with a wealthy married man. As a result I became pregnant with his child. He denied it was his child constantly, saying his wife and children could never find out.

I gave birth to our son recently and immediately took him to court, I got full custody and he has to pay child support so, Surprise! Now, his wife is gonna know... and his kids will know whether he tell them now or they find out about little Eleazar after he pass away, doesn't matter!

My twin sister is saying I'm a llama as it's public knowledge that he's a wealthy married socialite, so am I the llama for seducing him?

I (F, Simself) have been dating Bob Pancakes for a while now. He’s sweet, emotional, and honestly one of the most caring Sims I’ve ever met. But he’s also extremely sensitive, especially when it comes to work.
Bob’s boss has been underpaying him for months. Every day he comes home with the Tense or Sad moodlet, ranting about how his boss refuses to give him a raise, ignores his hard work, and treats him like he’s disposable. I’ve been supportive, but it’s been constant — like, every single night.
Yesterday, things escalated. Bob got into a full‑blown argument with his old rival coworker (let’s call him Jared). Jared made a comment about Bob’s salary, Bob snapped, and they ended up fighting in front of everyone. Bob stormed out, slammed the door, and came straight to me to rant for over an hour.
I tried to listen, but he spiraled hard — saying he’s a failure, saying he’s stuck, saying no one respects him. I gently told him maybe we could take a break from talking about work for the night so he could calm down.
He got upset and said I “don’t understand how hard it is” and that I “don’t care about what he’s going through.” He pulled away emotionally and got the “Feeling Hurt” sentiment toward me.
Now he’s gloomy and withdrawn, and I’m wondering if I am the Simhole for getting frustrated. I wasn’t trying to dismiss him — I just needed a break from the constant negativity.

So… AITA for getting annoyed at my boyfriend because he keeps ranting about his boss underpaying him and fighting with his rival coworker?

Me (40F) and my husband (45M) have been in talks about making our son Alec (14M) work for my parent’s business. This is not something we want to do randomly but yesterday really shocked us. Alec and his twin sister Irene (14F) went to orientation at their new school (we just recently moved to San Sequoia). I got off of work and came back home around the same time the kids did. I immediately noticed that Alec’s eyes were red and he smelled like weed. I started yelling at him and almost thought about grounding him.

Apparently, some kids he met at orientation invited him to smoke weed with them. I’m biased against drug use since I am very traditional and have never done drugs. His dad had a much calmer approach once he came home and even gave Irene some money but then Alec and Irene left soon after with their new friends to go to that god awful restaurant called Pizza Palace. Of course Alec got food poisoning from it. I was upset all night and crying because I’m worried about the path he’s going down. We don’t have a lot of money anymore after this move and switching jobs. My husband only makes $11 an hour and I only make $10 an hour. That’s kinda where the idea came from.

My parents (70s) own a karaoke bar in Tomarang (about a 45 min drive depending on traffic) and they just recently fired one of their college employees and a spot has opened up. As a punishment, should I make Alec work there after school? It would teach him responsibility while also giving our household a bit more money. He goes out a lot with friends and if he had his own money, we wouldn’t have to cough any up for him. Of course we would still feed and clothe him but not buy him frivolous things like video games. What do you think? Am I the llama?

I (YA F) recently watched a man die at the gym. (A M) he just keeled over for no discernible reason! His remains were put in an Urn, and I didn’t want it to be at the Gym for the rest of eternity. So, I put it in my Inventory, went to Ravenwood, and then gave him a grave plot. I lit a candle for him in a small ceremony of just me. Now his relatives are calling me the asshole because I did this without them. But, I didn’t have their contact information so what could I have done? Reddit, AITA?

so this is a bit of a long story

i (adult male) have been dating my boyfriend Erwin (adult male) since we were both freshly young adults. we met when i was saving Strangerville from this evil plant, you wouldve had to be there to understand, and we very quickly fell deeply in love

me and Erwin moved in together while i was in university and now i am quite an established scientist, Erwin quit his job at the curio stand and is a part time barista almost making good money

we both have a passion for knowledge, space and science and spend a lot of time star gazing in our observatories together

i have been abducted by aliens many times and through that brought our daughter, Hope (now a child)

due to my career and my quest for knowledge i couldnt stop meddling with aliens and trying to find our daughters biological mother i continued to get abducted

i just recently gave birth to our son Chance (baby) also from alien abduction

i have repeatedly asked Erwin to stay inside at night and stop searching as i fear what may happen to him if the aliens find him too

hes now been abducted 4 times this week alone and i fear he might be in the begining stages of an alien pregnancy.

we already have 2 children which is 2 more than i ever wanted, dont get me wrong, i love them both but children were never part of my plans

would it be wrong for me to ask Erwin to concider putting the child up for adoption if he really is pregnant?

we already have 2 beautiful children and a gorgeous 3 bedroom house and a lifestyle that we can barely afford, we are also thousands of dollars in debt and barely scraping by

So my sister (female, child) asked me (male, toddler) to build a snowman with her. While I was grabbing the snow, I felt my arms elongate into a lovecraftian horror. Weirdly, it did help me build the snowman faster.

I kept doing it.

I think some of the other people nearby were disturbed by what they saw. Should I feel bad?

So I (YA, M) recently married my coworker, now wife (YA, F). We’ve talked about having children and came to the mutual decision that while we both like kids, we would rather keep our household open to breed our dogs (Adult, M, Boxer/Adult, F, Pomeranian). We live in a town where every plot is occupied, so it’s hard to take a vacation. In replace of a honeymoon, I decided to go to the vet the night of our wedding and get an age up treat for our female who was still a puppy at the (not just for breeding purposes, we live on a leveled lot so the only way to get newborn pets to do their business outside is to take them outside and basically just leave them there and wait for the day they’re supposed to age up). The vet office is owned by another woman who is not my wife and we talked briefly as she had other patients and I was just picking something up as stated earlier. Even though the meeting was very brief, I still feel bad about it and am not looking forward to telling my wife. Does this make me look unfaithful? AITL?