Hey, hey, Waffle, gang. I do hope you're well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more Reddit stories.

And if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider hit and like, subscribe, maybe that notification bell too.

And let's crack on with today's first story.

Much love, guys. Now today's first story. Much love guys.

Now today's first story comes from ABK in 1998 and says,

Am I the asshole for not wanting to apologize for calling out my aunts at a wedding?

I 26 female have been with my partner 27 female for five years and we're getting married

next year. Overall the wedding planning has gone pretty smoothly until now. For context, there is

a large age gap in my family when it comes to the grandchildren on my mother's side. My dad's

an only child. My mother had me in her 20s and my two aunts waited till they're in their

late 30s to have kids, so I've just been more of an extra aunt to a lot of my cousins,

as there's about four of them, all between six and 10. Four girls, except for my cousin Kate,

25 female, who is the daughter of my mother's older brother. Now, I love my family I do, but my

aunts have always been the kind of parents who can never say no to their precious children.

And that has resulted in them being spoiled brats.

Over the last decade, there has not been one family event that hasn't been ruined in some

capacity by a child

having a temper tantrum over something stupid. In the last year alone, we've had tantrums over not wanting

to leave a party even though the party place was closing, not having the correct flavor of strawberry

ice cream at our grandfather's 85th birthday birthday or just getting a pack of hairbows

that didn't match each others and many others that to be honest the reason why are so stupid they

feel made up and these tantrums are bad like the full screaming pounding the floor and enough tears

...