Monthly Meme - The AITAs of March
ry havoc, and let slip the hounds of war interpersonal conflict! In this month's mingle, spin us a yarn of drama, suspense, romance, or petty arguments. Submit the tale for judgement to the court of public opinion, in pursuit of the answer to one all-important question--- "Am I the asshole?" You may defend yourself, but ultimately it is up to your neighbors to decide your fate.
Unlike other public forums, we don't have any rules about fake stories, validation posts, excessive arguments in the comments, or stabbing the emperor. Fudge details to your heart's content, but don't be surprised if the other people involve in the story jump in with a counter-argument. To vote, here is a glossary of important shorthand:
- OP - "Original poster", the person who submitted the story
- YTA - "You're the Asshole," for when the OP is the primary wrongdoer
- NTA - "Not the Asshole," for when the OP is the one who was wronged
- NAH - "No Assholes Here," for when no one is technically in the wrong, the conflict was simply a misunderstanding
- ESH - "Everyone Sucks Here," for when all parties are in the wrong and all of you should be ashamed of yourselves
- JAH - "Justified Asshole," for when OP is definitely an asshole, but for good reason
- INFO - "Information," for when the story is too vague to make a decision, usually followed by a question
Stories should include the OP's name in brackets and then a punchy title in the subject line. Additionally, you may use [ANONYMOUS] in place of your name--- this will allow players to know who OP is, but the characters will not know. Have fun!

AITA for taking care of local wildlife?
Anyway, one morning I'd like JUST gotten home and was trying to fall asleep, because we were up all night with a gig and then went to a house party after and I hooked up with this guy but I didn't want to be there when he woke up because it can be really fucking awkward to say goodbye, you know? Anyway I'm trying to sleep, and suddenly I hear this chick screaming, so I come running out of my room because I don't know, I thought maybe my drummer got hurt or died or something? Turns out it's her (ex) girlfriend, and she's freaking out and shrieking about a dead cat in the bed.
I go check it out and find Diesel and his little body's just curled up under the sheets like it's a fucking burial shroud, so then I start freaking out because I think she killed the little dude by like smothering him or scaring him to death or something. Then my drummer starts freaking out because why was there a weird dead cat in her bed to begin with?
I started to explain that he's not a cat, he's a possum, and he's REALLY shy and sometimes liked to take naps in her bed when she wasn't home, which is a totally victimless crime. She started getting mad because I knew about it and let her sleep in possum sheets for fuck knows how long, and now she's worried about fleas or rabies or some kind of possum disease. And I said if she should be mad at anyone, it should be her girlfriend for killing Diesel. Then her girlfriend started calling me an asshole and they totally started ganging up on me, so I scooped up Diesel so I could go give him a proper burial like he would've wanted.
When I took Diesel to the backyard he woke up. I guess he was just playing dead the whole time. I was SO relieved, I might have started crying? So I went inside and told my roommate and her girlfriend the good news, but they still kept calling me an asshole. You'd think they'd be relieved to know they didn't kill him? She also said I wasn't allowed to keep him in the house anymore.
I gave him half a Twinkie and he scampered off. He still came around sometimes but it just wasn't the same after that. I really miss the little dude.
So anyway am I the asshole here?
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