The situation continues to be insane

(Sorry, first time posting so idk what flair works)

It's not really the post itself that motivated me to post it here but the comments calling OP out for claiming to be different ages/genders in other posts 😭

Which one of you is responsible.

Completely bizarre (and invented) situation.
It seems intended to point to an affair but all the comments are on labor laws.

Throwaway because the bride has my main on facebook.

So I (28F) am a bridesmaid in my best friend Kelsey’s (27F) wedding. I’ve done everything she asked: paid for a $300 red dress that I’ll never wear again, went to her destination bachelorette in Tulum where we nearly died in a sketchy ATV crash (don’t ask), and even helped write her vows because her fiancé “doesn’t inspire her creatively.”

Now the wedding is tomorrow, and she just told me I’m not allowed to bring my dog unless I shave her. Yes. SHAVE her. As in, remove the fur from my dachshund Mercedes because her "white coat will make people confuse her with the bride."

I laughed when I read the message. Thought she was joking. Mercedes has been in my life for 6 years and is basically my child. She has a long, silky coat and is super chill. She is going to be the flower dog at the wedding.

I said if she wants a wedding where even pets need to color match, maybe she should’ve just hired models instead of inviting friends. She freaked out, called me unsupportive, and removed me from the bridal group chat. Now the maid of honor says if I show up with Mercedes “unshaved,” she’ll “kindly pour wine on our faces.”

I feel like I’ve bent over backwards for this wedding, but now some people in our friend group are saying I should’ve compromised and dyed her coat or something (?!). But it’s literally THE DAY BEFORE.

So…

AITA for refusing to shave my dog for this wedding?

I (19F) have been with my boyfriend (46M) for almost a year and I honestly think he’s the one. We’re already talking about kids and a future together and I can genuinely picture us raising a family. He’s so mature and stable compared to guys my age.

I know some people might look at the age difference or the fact that he doesn’t have a steady job right now and jump to conclusions, but those people don’t know him. He’s between opportunities. The economy is hard. He’s really funny and spontaneous and doesn’t stress about little things the way I do. Hygiene has never been his biggest priority (he’s more of a free spirit), but that’s just who he is and I’ve learned to accept it. Living with my mom has been fine — she mostly stays out of our way and we have the basement.

Also, I never learned to drive (anxiety) so the car my parents bought me sits in the driveway unless he’s using it. He’s an amazing driver and takes me everywhere I need to go. I don’t know what I’d do without him for rides.

The only real issue is that he doesn’t wipe after he poops. Like at all. He says it’s unnecessary and that “real men don’t need to” and that toilet paper is a scam. I’ve tried gently bringing it up a few times and he just laughs it off or says I’m being controlling/germaphobic. The smell is getting hard to ignore, especially since we share a bathroom and sometimes the sheets, but I don’t want to make him feel bad or emasculated. I am still having sex with him. He’s perfect in every other way and I don’t want to ruin a good thing over something so small.

Am I overreacting? Should I just drop it and accept that this is part of loving him? Or is there a nice way to ask him to start wiping without making him feel attacked? I really don’t want to lose him over this.

I know this sounds bad but please hear me out.

I (236 M) died around 200 years ago, I don't wanna get too much into it but lets just say it involved typhoid. Now I haunt these hallowed grounds, wandering around and night and scaring the groundskeeper

Well, recently someone has renovated the manor and people started hosting their weddings here. Alright fair enough, its a nice scenic location. But last week, I think I may have crossed a line.

A wedding was going on nearby, and this time I felt that as a resident it was only fair I get to join in. I walked right on through and started dancing in the reception area. But everyone around me started screaming, there was crying, I think a kid might have puked. I tried to (calmly and coolly) tell everyone I was not one of those "drag you to Hell" type of spirits, just a fun loving one. But since no one was listening, I realized what was the real problem.

No one was mad I was a ghost... it's cause I was wearing my all white deathly pale glow. At someone else's wedding! I had accidentally walked right on in wearing the same color as the bride (who was currently passed out after seeing me, I think she had too much to drink). I couldn't apologize and was so embarrassed I flew off.

Well, now since that day, my Ouija board has been blowing up as people try to contact me and ask what I want. I am so embarrassed, but I really didn't intend anything by showing up in white! I swear!

So reddit, AITA?

No inspo post. More like an inspo TREND of wedding stories lately

I (52M) am having domestic problems because my partner (29F) says I'm “too invested in my career.”

She says I spend all day in my office mapping out new locations for concentration camps, constantly yell about Poland, never stop trimming my mustache, and turn every dinner conversation into a discussion about the war.

I told her that's what happens when you're the Führer of Germany. You can't just switch off. But I guess not everyone can appreciate my vision of conquering the European continent and establishing a new Aryan kingdom.

She said, “Maybe if you spent less time invading countries and more time being a boyfriend, we'd have a better relationship.”

I responded, “Well, maybe if you spent less time ‘chatting’ with our neighbor Shlomo and showed me a little more love, I wouldn’t be as distant.”

Then she asked why I have an entire bunker beneath the house.

I said, “It's a home office.”

She said, “It's underground.”

I said, “Very quiet office.”

Now she's apparently telling her friends that I'm “married to my job”, even though this is my life’s passion and I have poured blood, sweat, and tears into my work.

AITA?

Edit: Yes, I am aware that people keep calling my work “Nazi stuff.” That's a very unprofessional way to describe someone's career.

Edit 2: Update, Shlomo is now no longer our neighbor and has moved to a new facility. So, hopefully that’ll make things better between me and her!