rSlash - r/Amithedevil My Pregnant Wife Punched a Lady

Episode Date: September 5, 2024

0:00 Intro 0:09 Punched in the face 2:17 Cats 3:21 Pancakes 6:11 Kids 12:10 Kids update Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

You'll flip for $4 pancakes at A&W. Wake up to a stack of three light and fluffy pancakes topped with syrup. Only $4 on Now. Dine in only until 11am at A&W's in Ontario. Welcome to r slash am I the devil where OP's pregnant wife gets into a fist fight. Our next Reddit post is from r slash relationship advice. I'm a 37 year old man and my 35 year old wife punched a woman in the face in public in front of our six-year-old daughter. I don't know how to feel about this. My wife is eight months pregnant and last night we went to a restaurant with our daughter that was surprisingly crowded for a weeknight. We were waiting for our table when my wife grabbed my arm and said,

That woman over there keeps staring at us. I told her not to think too much about it as she has a tendency to point out creepy people a lot. We got to our table and while we were waiting for our food, the woman she pointed to came up to us and asked if she could touch my wife's belly. My wife said, I'd rather you not. But the woman did it anyway and my wife stood up.

The woman looked at our daughter and said, what a beautiful little girl, and tried to pick her up by the armpits. My wife then pushed the woman back and punched her in the face. I took my wife's arm, got my daughter and we got out of there. I asked my wife why she did that and she said, are you kidding? A complete stranger tried to pick up our daughter. I told her she overreacted and that such force was not necessary. I had some reservations about letting her go out in public while pregnant, but I don't really think I can at all now, not if she's going to act like this.

Yo, I thought the punching would be the bad part of this post. I don't really know what to do. She still seems to think that she did nothing wrong. I've never acted like this in public and neither has she. The fact that she likely traumatized our daughter by displaying such violence in front of her is something that's making me look at her slightly differently. What should I say to her? Yo, if some lady came up to my pregnant wife and touched her when my wife said not to and then tried to pick up our daughter, my wife would not punch the lady because I'd be punching her first. Picking up someone else's kids?

That's... okay, you're instantaneously in fighting territory. That's literally how you get your teeth knocked out. I am a million percent on the wife's side and I feel sorry for her that she has a husband who doesn't have her back. Our next reddit post comes from r slash anti cats, which I didn't even know was a subreddit. Cats ruin my mood. Does anyone else's mood get ruined when they see a cat? Mine does. When I go out for a walk, nothing ruins my mood faster than seeing an indoor cat outside with no harness or leash, or if it's by itself.

It also goes without saying, I hate seeing feral cats loitering about as if they own the sidewalk or the area. Cats are such entitled creatures, as are their owners. There was one cat today sprawled out on the middle of a walkway grooming itself. Like excuse me, don't occupy the entire walkway like the ugliest obstacle. Moments like these make me wish I had a super soaker or a squirt gun or when they hiss and act territorial when I pass. But alas, I don't let my intrusive thoughts win. Either way, cats suck and should be indoors, in their catios or on their leash or harness in their backyard if they need exercise.

Okay, this... was this post just written by a dog? Woof woof woof, I hate cats and squirrels, they suck, woof woof woof. Our next reddit post is from r slash am i the butthole. I'm a 24 year old woman and I'm back in my hometown on a weekend trip for my father's 50th birthday. It's a big milestone birthday for him and I haven't had much time for my family or friends growing up since moving to the East Coast. Last night I met up with a few of my friends from high school who are still hanging around the area.

We hit up a few bars together. Generally it was an okay time. Not really my type of place anymore but it was so nice to see my best friend, a 25 year old guy who I grew up with. He's still as amazing as he was the day that we were separated. We all got a little drunk on bad beer, and he offered to let me come home with him and crash instead of going home to my folks drunk at midnight. I wanted to be known that I appreciate this. The last thing I needed was my mom getting up to nag me about going out on a Tuesday.

We got back to his place and his girlfriend was still up. She was cold and standoffish when we got in, which made me super uncomfortable. I just wanted to go to bed, but also we had a minor disagreement on where I'd be sleeping. Eventually I compromised on that and my bestie talked his girlfriend into making us something to eat. Here's the big problem. I was raised to be gracious, even if your host isn't. I try hard to follow these rules. She ended up agreeing to make us pancakes. I wasn't wild about this idea considering I limit my sugar intake to almost zero, but

I kept my mouth shut at the time. I would have continued to keep my mouth shut, but watching her make them was too much. She put white sugar in the batter, then added blueberries for additional sugar, then buttered the pan because F it, we apparently don't care about that stuff here. She continued to butter the pan again every few pancakes. I suggested that maybe a non-stick fat-free cooking spray would be better, but she pretended not to hear me. The real killer was the syrup. Maple flavored corn syrup.

So yummy. I didn't want to eat dry pancakes even though they were probably already overwhelmingly sweet and politely asked her if maybe they had some ingredients for me to make a smoothie instead. At that point, she got incredibly pissy and told me to eat them or not and then threw the pan into the sink. It was so childish that I couldn't believe it. Go off girl, go ahead and throw a tantrum because I'd like an alternative to your gross food.

I ended up having to take an Uber home in the middle of the night because they started to fight. Now I'm sitting here sobering up and wondering if maybe I should have just politely nibbled on the corner of one and gone to bed. F me for wanting a smoothie, right? Wait, hold on. So you just watched this woman cook for like 15 minutes and then when she was done you were like, eh, no thanks.

Can you cook something else instead? Yeah, I'd say her getting pissy is a very appropriate reaction there. Our next Reddit post comes from r slash relationship advice. I'm a 37 year old guy and I want to try to get back the one who got away, a 36 year old woman. Is there any chance of that happening? I've been tearing myself apart just thinking about her and how things ended. I can't stop no matter how much I try. When I was 20, I met the most beautiful woman, Lila, who was 19 at the time, both inside

and out. She had the most gorgeous dark brown hair that looked red and purple when the light hit it just right, these golden brown eyes and lashes that looked like a doll's, freckles on her rosy plump cheeks, and a single dimple when she smiled a certain way. She was a year younger than me, yet she was always so much smarter and mature in every aspect. We dated for two years. I met her parents and her no-nonsense cop father definitely gave me the stank eye at first, but he grew to like me.

Her mom adored me right off the bat, always commenting on how my green eyes complemented her daughter's golden brown eyes in the most romantic way. Her younger siblings loved playing in the backyard with me. She met my parents and my two brothers and they all loved her right off the bat. My younger brother was the same age as her and they were going to college together and would help each other study in some of the shared classes their majors had. Hell, even my dog seemed to like her more than he liked me. She told me her dreams, how she wanted to own a home that was tucked away from everything but not completely isolated, how she wanted

to be a doctor and that she wanted to help people. She wanted to be a pediatrician. She loved kids. She always said she wanted a family. She didn't care how many kids she had. She just wanted to experience the ups and downs of motherhood. She wanted the good, the bad, the ugly. After two years of dating, I started to realize that I didn't want to have kids. I thought I was just being around too many of my bratty cousins and that was turning me off from the idea. But the more I thought about it, the more the idea of having to be a father made me sick. I would get headaches and my stomach would twist in knots thinking about having to take care of some screaming, crying, shitting little thing and then have it grow into a tantrum throwing toddler,

a bratty child and then some moody teenager. I didn't want to be held down like that. I wanted to travel, have money, be free. After a few drinks one night, I ended up telling all this to Lila. I remember she went quiet and simply said, I won't try to change your mind, but I'm not giving up my dreams. I remember scoffing and rolling my eyes, telling her that we weren't going to have kids. She stood up from the couch and said, You might not want that anymore, but I still do. I'm not going to try and force either one of us to change our minds.

Then one of us will just end up miserable. I realized she was breaking up with me. And even though she was so calm and mature about it, I remember feeling so angry. She was walking around the apartment gathering her things, being completely silent. I kept arguing with her trying to change her silent. I kept arguing with her, trying to change her mind. I kept telling her that it was stupid to want kids, that they were annoying and a waste of time. When she still wouldn't budge, I started to insult her. I said that she was stupid, that she was a weak woman for wanting to be a mom, that she should just give up

on being a doctor so that she could push out her brats! Lila finally started to respond to me, telling me to calm down, that we simply wanted different things in life and that was okay. I hated her in that moment, that she wasn't agreeing with me. I remember punching the wall of our apartment, kicking a door, throwing anything I could get my hands on. She watched me wreck our living room and kitchen, not saying a word. She walked past me and left. The whole thing happened over a few hours. In less than a day, I lost the love of my life and my apartment was now trashed. Of course, news of why we broke up and my reaction to it

reached my family. My mom cried hearing how I reacted. My dad gave me the coldest look I'd ever seen. My brothers both said I was an idiot, with my younger brother saying I was lucky Lila hadn't called the cops on me during that. That was 15 years ago. I've tried to have relationships since, but they've never lasted more than a few weeks. I travel around for work, but now I'm back in the same town that Lila now lives in. Lila got married, got her doctorate, had kids and is still a pediatrician last I heard. I know my younger brother still kept some contact with her in the first few years after the breakup. He even invited her to his wedding, but she declined because she didn't want to cause drama. I'm back in her town, the town we both grew up in,

dated in, lived in, and where she currently lives. I can't stop thinking about her. I miss her so much right now. I miss her sweet perfume that smelled like a bakery, her strawberry shampoo, the way her hair looks in the light. She's 36 now, and I want to reach out to her and make amends with her. I want to hold and hug her one last time, to tell her I love her and I'm sorry.

I don't know if that's a good idea but a part of me needs closure. I don't know what to do. I want to sweep her off her feet and have her be my love again but I don't know if that ship has sailed already. What I like about this post so much is that both of their lives turned out exactly the way she should have. She became a pediatrician, wow, hats off, that's impressive. And she got her kids, congrats girl.

Meanwhile, this guy is a sad, lonely loser who can't keep a woman. I wonder why. Also, it's really funny how he's writing about his physical abuse, but the entire thing has this kind of language of like a love story of, oh, I love the sweet flowery perfume. I missed it so much. If only I hadn't broken everything in the apartment and punched holes in the walls and kicked doors. Oh, actually, OP posted an update, looks like maybe a week after that first post.

I reached out to Lila. I had to. I know a lot of people wanted me to never contact her again, despite how I wanted to make amends with her. So I reached out to her and she responded and we chatted back and forth a bit. After a bit of this, I asked her if she wanted to meet up and basically let her set all the ground rules. She agreed and three days ago we went out on a date. She's just as beautiful as she was when we were together. Her figure filled out and she finally lost the baby fat on her face, but she was still the same woman I fell in love with all those years ago. We sat down and talked.

I didn't want to talk about myself, but she asked about my life so I had to. She asked about my job, my family, how I'd been. Typical catching up stuff. I'll admit I was zoned out for most of this and I was operating on autopilot to keep my nerves from taking over. I just wanted to grab her and hold her, kiss her and make her mine again. I don't think I realized just how much I missed her until she was right in front of me. Finally, when she was done asking me, I finally got to ask her how she had been. She got married 11 years ago, so 4 years after our breakup. She has two daughters who are 8 and 6.

I saw how happy she was when she talked about them, and I couldn't help but feel jealous and guilty. I should have been the one to have children with her, but I was stupid and now she has kids with someone who wasn't me. I asked about her husband and turns out that she's a widow. He died seven years ago while she was pregnant with her youngest. It was unexpected according to her, but she's done her best to move on and hold herself

together and appear unaffected by it for her daughters. I asked her if she was seeing anyone and she said no. I asked her if she ever thought about me after our breakup and she gave vague answers. I told her she could be blunt with what she was thinking. Lila said that she was very depressed after our breakup. She had built up a future of us in our head and she felt like I broke it on a whim with no warning. She said she lost her first real relationship and all the dreams she had with me when we broke up. She admitted that she had been so attached and in love with me that for a while she almost

tried to convince herself that she didn't want kids. But no matter what she did, she couldn't stop herself from wanting to be a mom. And she knew that if she gave that up voluntarily, she would be miserable for the rest of her life. I asked her if I scared her that night, if she felt threatened by me at all. She said the yelling overwhelmed her and while the commotion frightened her, she wouldn't say she feared for her safety or her life. So that gave me hope.

I apologized to her about how we broke up and I told her that I'd regretted everything I did and said that night. She said that she had moved on and forgiven me years ago. She always was a very forgiving and kind person, part of the reason I fell in love with her in the first place. I asked her if she was willing to give me another chance and let me back in her life. She was hesitant and got quiet for a moment. I could feel myself panicking when that happened.

She said she didn't mind me being in her life, but that I'd have to regain her trust in order for her to consider even trying to date me. I was disappointed, frustrated, and very disheartened. But I knew that if I came on too strong, she'd turn me away completely. I told her I'd be happy to be in her life any way that I can and that with her permission, I'd be working to be in her life any way that I can and that with her permission I'd be working to prove I deserved a second chance at romance I'm happy to have Lila's semi back in my life And I'm going to work on proving to her that we should get back together I hope that we can have the family and life that she's always talked to me about I know there's still time, but the clock is ticking on that well

I hope it doesn't work out I mean is that is that a bad thing to say? Because you know, the girl, Lila, she deserves happiness too, but I hope she realizes that this is a mistake because if he was violent once, yo, now she's got two kids, two kids that aren't even his, two kids that presumably he still doesn't want. So she really has to consider the safety of those kids. That was r slash am I the devil and if you liked this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new reddit podcast episodes every single day.