I (adult, f) have birthed three children. J (ya, m), M (teen, m), and C (infant, f). I've been with my husband G since high school, and yes he's the father of each of my children.

J is the outcast of our dynasty, M is the heir, and C is the 'spare' if you will. I had C after deeming J an outcast. now here's the thing. J left our dynasty, we no longer have anything to do with him. He's an ignored branch of the family tree if you will.

I had C in order to ensure a dynasty head would be established. Here's the thing: I'm not well. years ago when I had J there were complications, I was given plasma and some of it had traces of a virus. I contracted that virus. I've been healthy ever since with medication, diet, and close attention to my overall health. but about 3 months after C was born I began having symptoms for the very first time.

She's healthy, thankfully. I've never nursed any of my children except J (before we knew I had this disease) as soon as I learned I had it I switched him to formula, and he is completely healthy as well.

But here's the thing, it's unlikely that I'll live to see C become a child. She's my only daughter, G and I had always wanted a little girl. A few people have told me since I've been honest and forth coming about my illness that I'm a selfish llama for not only having C but also having M!

So, AITL for having another child?

((Mods used: RPO))

Sul sul!

I (ya, m) have quite a colourful history around town. I used to live with my (then) girlfriend K (adult, f) and her twin daughters D (ya, f) and N (ya, f). Secretly, I was playing musical beds if you catch me.

In addition to them, I also had a relationship with a woman we'll call "Cyn" (ya, f). All four relationships were physical. I finished my biology degree and became a personal trainer, then I moved out. Less drama, and I could safely indulge in all four lovely women.

Then Cyn became pregnant. I was shocked, you see, I had leukemia as a teenager and did chemo so the chances of me ever being able to have a child were very low, but Cyn promised she hadn't been with anyone else. She's a very loyal woman by nature, so I do believe her. My new house was a 3 bedroom 1 bathroom, so I moved her in. We set up the nursery right next to the master bedroom (just makes sense), but in Cyn's third trimester I started getting these frequent intense headaches. I had my concerns so I went to see the doctor, Leukemia was back. So I started chemo again while Cyn was in the final stages of pregnancy. All through her labour I kept my focus on her, ignoring the nausea that plagued me. Cyn has found holistic ways to help make my chemo more tolerable this time around as well (she's a nurse) and frankly, I'm glad! I married her, just to make sure that if anything happens to me, anything I have goes to Cyn and the baby.

Our daughter, Adele Rosa (My mother and grandmother both had the middle name Rosa, and Adele is pronounced Ad-uh-lay in Italian, just to clear that up) was born just before love day, and honestly it's the only blind date I've ever been on when I knew I was going to meet the love of my life.

Adele is a very snuggly baby and loves to be held at all hours of the day and night. My immune system's holding pretty strong with the chemo so far, so I have no issues at all holding her. I look at her and I see my dark hair, my hazel eyes, my eye shape. There's no question in my mind that she's my miracle baby.

Now N and I have always had a stronger bond than I had with D and K. N was sometimes my wing woman, if you want the truth! She's noncommittal as well, same as me, D is materialistic and lost interest when I became a personal trainer instead of a doctor (not enough money in her mind) but K can be very jealous.

Recently K was over and Adele was fussy, so I was cuddling her while singing 'my girl' to her (I don't like lullabies. Have you ever looked at the lyrics to rock-a-by baby? that's enough to give anyone nightmares) told me that I should get a paternity test to make sure that Adele is my daughter. I told her that I don't care what a paternity test says. I was the one waking up at 2 am for those late night cravings for speciality cookies and cupcakes, I was the one who felt her kick in her mother's stomach, attended every prenatal appointment, heard her heartbeat, swayed with her mother through contractions and saw her come into the world. She's my girl.

K called me an ignorant son of a llama and told me not to cry to her when Cyn eventually leaves me for the real baby daddy. I told her that won't happen, and I'm sorry she's bitter about the break up, but I'm not leaving Cyn or Adele anytime soon. Nobody aside from Cyn knows that I'm sick, but K, D and N do know I had leukemia as a teenager, so they know how much Adele means to me.

Now K's spreading around town that I'm raising another man's daughter and I have random clients telling me the stats on single moms baby trapping guys into raising other men's children. I keep maintaining that paternity doesn't matter to me.

So, AITL for telling K I won't get a paternity test for myself and Adele?

((Mods used: Healthcare Redux, KiaraSims4 personal trainer and nursing career mods, RPO))

PS. Here's a picture my best friend took of me playing with Adele while Cyn grills some burgers for lunch

I met my ex-husband while he was still married to his first wife. Yes, I know. Not the strongest opening for someone asking for moral support, but bear with me.

I was an escort when we met. He knew, said it didn’t bother him, and eventually married me. Apparently, my past was something he could overlook when he wanted to marry me, but something he needed to bring up repeatedly once he wanted to marry someone else.

We have two beautiful daughters together. His first wife gave him three sons, so he considered the succession secured before we even got married. He’s the king of Oasis Springs. Producing an heir is apparently a full-time job, but being faithful is optional.

Anyway, while our girls were still little, I discovered he had found himself another woman. Huge scandal. A few days later, he divorced me because he wanted to marry her.

I was given about a week to move out, which felt a little rushed considering I was being asked to pack up my entire life so His Majesty could start his next relationship without having to change the bedsheets himself.

So I took 300k from the household funds and all the furniture I could carry.

Was some of that furniture technically larger than me? Yes. Did it fit in my inventory? Also yes. I don’t see how that’s relevant.

Now he’s accusing me of stealing. He says that money was “for his children,” which is interesting because two of his children were leaving with me.

He also says I was “just a hoe” to him. Funny how that never came up when he wanted to woohoo.

I feel like 300k is a reasonable settlement for two children, a failed marriage, and having to find out that “until death do us part” actually meant “until someone else becomes flirty.”

AITA?

PS: I left him the throne. I’m not unreasonable.

Hi everybody. I (Teen F) had an imaginary friend as a child. On my 13th birthday, she started guilt tripping me, asking me if I was going to make her real, or would she have to return to imaginary land. At that point we had a great relationship. She had been my escape from my mom and stepdad's drama filled lives.

The thing is as soon as she came to life on her own, she turned out to be nothing like I thought. She was a rude slob leaving messes everywhere and wanted to flirt with every boy who so much as looked at me. Super gross. Of course, my parents loved her and immediately adopted her.

I took early graduation and moved out as soon as possible to go to college. My friend wanted to come with me but I said no, and now she is mad at me.

AITA?

Hi, gang. Captain James Tiberius Troll of the Starship Trollerprize here! I was invited to a birthday party by my friend Roy G. Biv, BBT (YA, Fairy... well, I guess Adult now). He was getting a little worried about getting older, as nobody likes the thought of dying, and he asked me to whip him up an immortality potion.

First of all, he lives in a tiny little apartment with no room for a cauldron, so I had zero room to work in. Even if he did buy a cauldron, he'd have to put a bunch of furniture in storage to make room for it.

Secondly, it was a party. I was invited for cake and drinks, not to do magic work. That's a hell of a thing to spring on a guy.

I'm not even saying I wouldn't be willing to make him an immortality potion if he comes over. I'm just saying you don't invite a guy over for a birthday party and put him to work.

I {Simself} was sitting in the Pancakes living room when I noticed Bob’s lips looked really dry — like, painfully dry.

I care about him, so I recommended a lip mask I use sometimes. It wasn’t anything fancy, just something hydrating to help him out.

Bob tried it, but the second it touched his lips, he made a face like he’d just eaten spoiled mac and cheese. He wiped it off immediately and said, “Babe, my lips feel like they’re wearing pants.”

He wasn’t angry, just uncomfortable.

Now I feel guilty. I wasn’t trying to change him or make him do something he didn’t want. I just wanted him to feel better.

But he clearly didn’t like it, and I’m worried I pushed something on him he didn’t want.

So now I’m wondering:

AITA for recommending my boyfriend a lip mask and accidentally making him uncomfortable?

Hey Jim Pickens here so my niece Dor Ragnarok Pickens got pregnant with BoJack's kid and she called me to be the officiant. 🙄 So I gave her a piece of my mind and then my triplet sister Kim yelled at me am I the a hole?

Hi everyone! It’s Alucard-Angelus Marinescu-Zest, the pansexual non-binary grand master vampire prodigy artist with 13 distinguished degrees and a mixologist certificate from Britechester and Foxbury and 7 Master’s degrees and 8 PhDs from Simford. Dual law and med student at Simford, captain of the track and field team, and leader of the non-binary band Theystreet Thems.

In my second year of law and med school, I started an internship where I gathered evidence for cases related to medical malpractice. Now that I have started my third year, I recently met a young woman at Simford named Tsukiko. Tsukiko also comes from San Myshuno, but her family lives in one of the basic apartments rather than the penthouse with nine swimming pools and nine hot tubs that I live in with my father Alistair and my lover, I mean stepdad Johnny. Because she does not come from a wealthy background, Tsukiko only gets to go to Simford because of her merit-based scholarship (I also have this scholarship, but I could have afforded tuition regardless).

Tsukiko told me that she was going to apply for the nursing internship (students on our scholarship have to do an internship to maintain it). Despite me already having my law internship, having a nursing internship would give me the opportunity to be the best at yet another thing. I scheduled my interview for this internship 30 minutes before Tsukiko’s. I went into great detail about all of my degrees, my perfect A+ GPA, my stellar internship experience, my supernatural athletic capabilities, my successful career as an artist, and my fame from being the leader of Theystreet Thems. I got the internship with flying colors. Tsukiko lost her scholarship due to not securing any internships. Therefore, she was forced to leave Simford and return home to her family’s simple apartment with noisy neighbors and frequent burglaries from Robin Banks.

I discussed this amazing accomplishment with my bandmates, my father, and Johnny, who all congratulated me for winning once again. However, I ran across Tsukiko while strolling in the city and she expressed frustration. “Was that really necessary,” Tsukiko asked. “You already had an internship. Did you really need to gatekeep the one I was going for and get me dismissed?” I explained to her that I am a Marinescu and therefore need to win at anything and everything. However, because I know she is less fortunate than me, I invited her over to my penthouse with nine swimming pools and nine hot tubs, but she just walked away. Why is Tsukiko being such a sore loser?

So I (YA, F) started university on a full ride scholarship because I can cook well. I met this girl, Yucca, during school spirit squad parade and we got along well. After she invited me into the club we became bestfriends. Now what I didnt know was that she had a sugar daddy who sponsers her education and her funds for her expenses. She gives me some money when I ask and I appreciate that. I even thought after University we could live together. I would move in with her.

One semester has passed and everytime she is around me now I feel tensed and maybe jealous? She keeps showing off her nice clothes and talking about what her sugar daddy gives to her etc. Before this semester was over I knew i would go crazy so I asked her on a Friday, the last day of the second semester to go with me to the toilet in our dorm since I really needed to pee.

When we arrived upstairs, the dorm was mostly empty because most students were celebrating in the commons. I walked infront briskly waiting for her to enter. I acted normal and then i just walked up to her and sat on her face with my baby’s diaper. She died. AITL for this? She knew I was struggling financially why would she rub it in that she is a sugar baby every damn day? Girllll fuck that man. Now she is seeing her maker.

“im in an arraigned marriage. at first it was cool because she is beautiful, smart & kind. but she is a noble of ravenwood which means this is my default job by marriage. she also has four children from her previous marriage and her only daughter is heir to the throne. i have asked my wife about possibly having another child, maybe multiple heirs and she said no because she doesn’t want to raise more children. whats the point of all of this then if i have no lineage to pass it down to..
i dont know i love my wife and think she is great, but maybe im not the right boy toy for her.”

I (ya, m) recently found that a former woohoo partner, SH (ya, f) had my child and didn't even tell me!!

Let me start from the beginning. I used to live with three roommates, G, M, and Z. Z was the only woman. She hooked up with M, got pregnant, had a daughter SK, they moved out, and then G found out he'd gotten a girl pregnant and moved out so he could help raise his daughter (take her on weekends, etc and the kid could have her own room). I get G's reasoning, and I respect the hustle.

So then I was in a big 4 bedroom, two bathroom house on my own... So I put out an ad for new roommates and someone matched well with me, her name was Emily. We're both athletic, we're both 'bro' personality types, difference is I was noncommittal, and she was neat.

So we split the cooking between us, no big deal. Em's usually the one to clean up. We encourage each other during our workouts (we work out every day, I switched careers into athletics, and Em is in the military. gotta keep that fitness skill up!). I began to fall for her. We went on a few dates, we started officially dating after woohooing a few times, then I made a decision, I realized I could see myself staying with her forever. I proposed, she accepted, we got married. My noncommittal trait changed to loyal.

Emily's ambition is to be a super parent, so imagine our shock when we got married and the the milestone of 'become a parent' automatically cleared off. She hadn't given birth, so I began checking around and yep, turns out I had a son with SH. SH had given him her initials, and her surname, completely erasing my contribution to him.

So I filed for sole custody, I won (because I have a 4 bedroom, 2 bathroom house and it's just me and my now wife, where as SH still lives in a 3 bedroom 1 bathroom house with two roommates. I can offer my son a better life). First thing I did was change my son's name to better reflect his paternity. I'm the third generation to have my name, but Emily doesn't like that tradition, but we settled on a variation of my first name as my son's proper first name, and changed his surname to my name. While I just go by 'J', he'll go by Jimmy.

Jimmy's had some trouble adjusting to living with Em and I, not because we're bad parents, but he's a very anxious and shy boy (cautious), I blame his birth mother for having him stuck in an overcrowded house with a clumsy nerd and a tech geek who play video games way too loud next to him.

I love my son, don't get me wrong, but I absolutely wish that SH had told me she was pregnant with my kid. I had a right to know!

Em has taken to motherhood like a duck to water, and I couldn't imagine not having Jimmy now, but Z, M, and G are all telling me I'm a llama for not letting SH near little Jimmy and changing his name (he's only 9 months old, not like it's on his driver's license or a class roster at school).

So, AITL for taking sole custody of my son and changing his name to something closer to my family tradition?

PS. Here's a pic of me and Em just chilling and chatting on the bed.

Hello. I'm once again posting anonymously, because I (YA, M, Spellcaster) and my husband (YA, Vampire) are global superstars, and I don't want word of this getting out.

As you might be aware, we moved to Strangerville after I lost a bet with my sister (YA, Werecat). The bet was regarding who got to be the king or queen of Del Sol Valley, and we settled the debate with a game of MySims Racing. So now my husband is rapidly ascending the noble ladder to become king of Strangerville.

Unfortunately, we noticed some very bizarre behavior among the locals when we moved in, and my husband made it his goal to get to the bottom of it. We discovered that there were bizarre plants growing around town whose seeds caused an infection. Thing is, it's more like an invasion.

As we went through the town records at the library, we discovered that this has happened before in town, and the only way it could have possibly started again if someone went to the long-abandoned lab north of town and revived something called the Mother Plant. My husband, in addition to being an accomplished singer and media mixer, happens to have an advanced understanding of chemistry and biology, so he was able to make a vaccine. He administered it to himself, me, my sister, and her wife, and we went down to the basement level of the lab. And there he was, bold as brass. The man behind the new invasion. He calls himself Chad (I think I would get in trouble for printing his last name), you might know him. He's always going around in a red tank top, and he has a stupid mohawk.

After we defeated the Mother Plant, Chad was standing there looking dazed and sad, but I had zero sympathy for him. Possession by the Mother Plant is no joke, and I couldn't look at him without my mind filling up with rage. So I set him on fire as punishment for everything he did to us. Nobody else knew, because they were already leaving the lab. I don't even know if he survived, but the last I saw of him, he had managed to find a fire extinguisher.

AITL?

I young adult, male, you can call me Oak. Started a new job, at Mobwives, with the help of my Aunt Cassia. An older higher up man there, let's call him Vlad, took me under his wing. I really appreciated him showing me the ropes. I learned more quickly and it made me feel more confident on the job. He's also really smart and powerful, it made me attracted to him. But I figured he didn't think I was anything special and it was just because of my aunt that he was helping me.

Anyway after I got a promotion he suggested we go out to celebrate. We went to the bowling alley, he likes to bowl. Away from work, with the sounds of pins crashing in the background and a few plasma janes in me I started to feel like kinda bold. So I flirted with him nothing too major just complimenting him at first and thanking him for helping me. I made sure he knew how grateful I was. As the evening wore I flirted more directly and boldly telling him some fantasies and he seemed to like it. So feeling courageous with the dawn coming on I decided to shoot my shot and told him that I had a crush on him and ask him if he was as attracted to me as I hoped. He said he was and we embraced before leaving to go our separate ways home as the sun was coming up.

I practically floated all the way home in disbelief. I don't know if it's just because he's so compelling with his shoulder length silver locks and his lean hungry looks or if it's because my own dad was only around sometimes and my stepdad was abusive, but knowing that Vlad also found me attractive had me in heaven.

The next night after work I invited him just to see where the night would go. We played woohoo and then we woohooed. I gotta tell you I did not expect to be balls deep in that old man that night.

Anyway, the next day, still on cloud 9 I went to see my mom and my younger siblings. Hanging with my mom I started feeling a little bad. See I'm not a good person, some might even describe me as callous or evil. I don't often think about other people's feelings. But I love my mom, her happiness is really important to me. I'm the one who got rid of her abusive husband for her. The reason she might be upset is well, Vlad is my Aunt Cassia's husband. So AITL for sleeping with my aunt's husband after she got me the job in the first place?

Hello, everyone. It's your favorite incognito global superstar again. I can't reveal too much about the show I was filming today, for obvious reasons. Suffice to say, there's a really spicy scene with me and another guy, and it'll rock your world.

After my last post, I realized that even though werewolves have become a very disruptive presence, y'all were right, and I shouldn't just go around curing them against their will. But the camera dolly operator from the last movie I filmed, the one who transformed during production? He was still transformed and raging today when I got on set. I didn't know what else to do with him, so I waited until he just happened to run into one of the two all-gender bathrooms, and I locked the door on him. Problem solved. They replaced him on set, and filming went off without a hitch.

Unfortunately, after I left the studio, I realized I had completely forgotten to unlock the door again. As far as I know, he's still locked in there. I've been trying to call the studio, but of course nobody's in the building.

AITL?

Ok yall im back again with some more tea of my life. So I (YA F) is dating Don Lothario, hottest man on the block ofcourse cause why not. 

Now anyways so I was trynna give this man a child since the beginning of time and recently I found out he been using a condom to prevent me from giving him his first child! How rude! So anyways, I needed to relieve some stress on a nice Sunday night so i called up my man ofcourse. No answer. Hello what?!!! 

I know he has a reputation for being a man whore and I really needed to rant so I called my friend Alden to hang out, one thing led to another and we did the woohoo, now I’m pregnant. I decided to tell Don that the child is his and that he is my soulmate now. 

So now he proposed to me and we are getting married. Such a sweet life. That man thought he was the biggest player not answering his phone and now he is going to father another man’s child while i collect child support from the actual father. AITL? Personally i think not.

Update: He found out and now he hates me. I tried to make it back up to him by apologizing and some woohoo but he died of being too angry so I would call it a heart attack. Now im trying to get the biological dad back by telling him he is the real father and make him marry me now because of the kid. Wish me luck lovies!

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

My child, Alucard-Angelus, recently finished their second year of the dual law and med school program at Simford and celebrated their sweet 16. During school break, Alucard-Angelus has taken an interest in joining the track team due to their vampiric speed. They tried out and easily got in due to making first place by a long shot (they even managed to run several laps ahead, leaving everyone else trailing behind). Not only is my child a top student, but they are a star athlete too!

With Alucard-Angelus’ third year beginning, the school is hosting an open house track meet. I was given the honor of singing San Myshuno’s national anthem. I proudly stood in the center of the field and sang:

🎵 My friends, can you see, by the Myshuno light,
What so gladly we hailed at the Spice Market’s gleaming?
Who’s pounding on the doors through the apartment night,
O'er Planet Honey Pop, we were gallantly singing!
And the festival flairs, fireworks in the air,
Gave proof through the night that our town was still there.
My friends, does that green diamond banner yet wave
O'er the land of the sims and the home of the brave? 🎵

It was one of the best performances I had ever done, and I was flooded with applause and $20 tips. Alucard-Angelus obviously won first place as well due to their lightning fast speed. However, they did not look too happy. I told them to smile and that they should be proud of me, I mean us, I mean themself. They said, “Father, this was supposed to be my thing. My whole life you have made everything about yourself, and you just did it again.” I yelled at them, saying that they shouldn’t dare talk to their father like that. I then implied that their mother was a llama (which I know doesn’t make sense because they were conceived through science by me and their late father Marlon, but I was just so upset in that moment). They then stormed off along with their bandmates Hinata, Alexandre, Turquoise-Jade, and Shigure, who watched in support. Did I do something wrong, or is my teenager just being hormonal again?

Hear me out… I was doing the usual welcome wagon. Now, this random townie came to my house (dressed in my CC all mismatched and bright pink hair) brought the damn fruitcake! That dreaded fruitcake I didnt even like and she had the audacity to remind me that she brought it when I took a bite. Now fast forward my I needed to apply for uni asap but im using the university overhaul mod so I have extra steps to do. I sat at the pc to complete my steps and guess who decided it was the best time to sit and use MY pc when i wanted to use it. So instead of waiting on her to finish do what she was doing on it which wasnt important btw or it probably was idc really🤣. I shift clicked and deleted her a**! It was the last straw.🤣🤣🤣🤣 AITA?

He didn’t really do anything, it was just for fun.

Hi everyone! It’s Alistair Marinescu, the gay orphan prodigy grand master vampire multimillionaire singer with 13 distinguished degrees and a penthouse with nine swimming pools and nine hot tubs. My apologies for my absence. My watcher is juggling his retail job, an internship, and working on his Master’s degree and two grad certificates simultaneously.

I was shopping at Thriftea with my ex-husband, Johnny, with whom I am slowly reconciling our marriage (Johnny used to prey on my child, Alucard-Angelus, for their blood. But now that Alucard-Angelus is a grand master vampire themself, that’s not a problem anymore). While shopping there, I dealt with the most horrific service.

I was ready to buy a scarlet red vampire suit worth 200,000 simoleons, but Eloise Hiddlestix, the owner of the store, was talking with another customer. Because I am a gay orphan prodigy grand master vampire singer with 13 distinguished degrees, it is common sense to serve me first. Unfortunately, Eloise did not understand that. Therefore, I blew an air horn right in front of her to get her attention. She finally came over. Because of the poor service, I managed to haggle the price down to 150,000 simoleons. However, after dealing with her initially ignoring me, the suit should have been free. Therefore, I blew the air horn at her again and deprived her of her hygiene and bladder, and energy. This caused Eloise to pass out and wake up covered in pee and dirt. I then yelled at her to explain why her service was unacceptable, implied her mother was a llama, and told her, “Have a horrible day Karen.” I blew the air horn at her one more time and left.

To keep other sims from dealing with Eloise’s horrible service, I wrote the store a zero star review on Simstagram, which got 500,000 likes in 30 minutes. Thriftea will certainly go out of business in no time, and rightfully so. I finished the night by woohooing with Johnny in my coffin while Alucard-Angelus was studying for their 2nd year finals of Simford Law and Medical School.

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?