r/AITASims

My father adopted me after he married my mother, since then he has been diagnosed with mental illnesses and has since used them in a way of defending his actions. He’s been in and out of my life since I was little, he’s been constantly manipulative, narcissistic, painful (m&p), and more. On multiple occasions me and my mother have tried to sit down with him and tell him that what’s he’s doing is utterly wrong, each time he will get mad, cause a scene then go to his bio sons house to then complain until my moms phone is blowing up from his family. All of which are messages and calls about how my father ‘did nothing wrong’ and he’s just doing what he normally does.

I met my Fiance when I was 14, my father loved him but his actions and attitude toward me and my mother had stayed the same. I decided to move in with my grandparents for a safer and better home environment. I’ve had a job since I was 15 and been essentially providing for myself.

My and my Fiance got engaged later down the road and then found out we was pregnant about 5 months after. When we told my mom and my sister my father then found out and had a come apart. He then would sit and talk constantly about how me and Fiance are unfit to raise a child, how the child will grow up with no sense of reality, and more. He’s told my mom that my Fiance, “Didn’t have a daddy so what does the boy know”. My fiancé lost his father when he was young so that is sensitive for him.

Me and Fiance have since decided that my father is not a good role model to be in our kids life. I personally do not feel like my child would be safe in my father’s care. I’ve tried to express these emotions to my mother and each time I’ve heard, ‘what will you do when something happens’. I feel like when it comes to my child I should not have to feel bad for doing what I believe is the best and safest option.

However, I am reaching out to see if I’m being too extreme.

I (M,25/500 depending on how you look at it) have always wanted to be a family man. Find the right gal, get married, have kids, grow old together, the whole shebang. Then I was turned into a vampire against my will by a crazy "ex" (we only had one date) so that's not exactly in the cards for me anymore.

I spent the first fifty years resenting that bitch for stealing my future. After that, I got bored of that and I started learning skills. Spent 450 years learning stuff, exploring, heck, I probably died more than once (Not trying to brag here but I now know pretty much everything there is to know about charisma and charming women.)

So I figured if I couldn't have a wife and kids, I might as well make the most of the single life and go get some ACTION. And boy, did I. I got with older women, younger women, single women, married women. I lost count of how many, somewhere in the ballpark of 120, I think.

For a quick bit of context, I am single. I strongly believe that any "relationship" where neither party has asked the other to go steady is just a meaningless fling. I never gave any of my flings the impression that I was looking for something serious and I have no clue where they got that idea. As for the married women, 1) they're the ones cheating, I'm single; 2) if they're willing to cheat with me they would've cheated anyway and 3) if they're gonna cheat anyway, it might as well be with me.

As for the 1000 kids, 1) all my lovers agreed to trying for a baby; 2) I never said I would parent any of the resulting kids; 3) raising kids is cheap and easy (daycare is free and available 24/7 and you can raise a kid basically for free)

I think I might be a llama because some of my lovers accuse me of "cheating" even though we were never official. so AITL?

Hi everyone, I've been struggling with my decision lately and need some advice. I currently live in a two bedroom basement apartment with my three year old. He was the result of a friends-with-benefits situation where my copper IUD failed. I decided to keep him because I have always wanted a child, I had the space and income for him, and his father and I are on good terms. Since then, he has been the light of my life and we've been getting by. My elderly neighbour recently moved in with us to help me care for him so I could go back to work. I'm currently working towards moving us out of this apartment and into a nice house in a different neighbourhood. I love my job and struggled when I had to take time off to have my son. I still hook up with my baby daddy (using woohoo protection every time ;), as he's good for a nice woohoo but he isn't someone I want to have a long-term relationship with.

A few days ago, I found out I was pregnant AGAIN. Somehow, incredibly, the woohoo protection and my IUD failed. I had just had a super overwhelming day at work, and I don't think it was helping that my son was crying outside the bathroom, so I made the spontaneous decision to get an abortion that night. But, since then I have been overthinking my decision and I fear I made the wrong decision. I don't have the space for another child in my apartment, but I could have moved to a nicer, slightly bigger one and just saved for a while longer to be able to move into a house. I likely would have had to take more time off work, but it wouldn't have mattered in the long run I suppose. There is also the fact I never told my baby daddy I was pregnant. He's a good dad but he doesn't have a permanent living situation and rarely visits his son unless I invite him over to woohoo.

I don't know what to do. I'm afraid if I tell my baby daddy what I did he'll be upset and won't want to see his son anymore. But I'm also afraid I made the wrong decision. Can anyone give advice?

Hi everyone! It’s Alucard-Angelus Marinescu-Zest, son of Alistair Marinescu and stepson of Johnny Zest (this is my watcher’s backup account because he got banned again).

As many of you know, I have been attending SCA (an elitist performing arts school) since the fifth grade with my best friend, Hinata Sakamoto (who is also non-binary).

We have finished eighth grade and a lot has happened so far this summer. I moved back in with my parents, with Alistair making sure I keep up with my dual enrollment work at Simford Law School and Medical School, and Johnny drinking my blood to satisfy his thirst. Johnny and I have a really tight bond though, and he gives me a lot of apologies and hugs afterwards, so I don’t mind. It’s more affection than I’ve ever gotten from Alistair, after all.

Hinata and I have also been going to an LGBTQ+ club called Rainbow Galaxy. We met three sims our age who are also non-binary: Alexandre Beauregard, Turquoise-Jade Jackson, and Shigure Kotobuki. We are all passionate about music and art, and we talked about forming a non-binary band. We decided on the name being Theystreet Thems.

Because of our heavy course loads, we realized that we’ll have to sacrifice our schooling a bit in order for our band to be successful. Therefore, we all made a pact to drop out of high school and get our GEDs (though I will still be going to Simford because I can do the work online).

We followed through, studied hard for the GED, and we all passed with flying colors (I got a perfect score!). We have completed our first song, “I Want It That They” and are working on getting it licensed.

We are all excited for the future, but I can’t imagine what Alistair will think if he knew I took the GED route. Hopefully if our band kicks off, he’ll be understanding. My mental health is already considerably better. Are we TA’s for dropping out to pursue our dream?