What is up, Waffle, gang? I do hope you are well. My name is Mark, and today we're checking out some more R-slash, am I the butthole.

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Now, our first story comes from, well, this sucks eight. Am I the asshole for telling my brother not to bring his wife to family events? I come from a very orthodox family. There are certain rules for women in my family

like not wearing revealing clothes, even jeans and shorts, makeup and roaming around alone at night. I'm aware

that most of it is unfair, but they won't change and I can't move out without losing all contact

with my family. A few years back I started attending

this language class. My parents agreed very reluctantly and became friends with a girl there.

Introduced her to my older brother, male 25, who had picked me up from class. Long story short,

they fill in love and eloped. My mother was devastated. She cried for days and blamed me for introducing that

witch to my brother. My brother moved into an apartment pretty close to ours but maintained his

distance from us and gradually died down. Until this year where they finally decided to reconcile.

I thought they would turn things down and slowly get my parents to approve of their marriage.

It was naive for me to think so.

My sister-in-law wears only short pants and skirts for every family event.

She talks about moving to Europe, never having kids and everything else that would give my

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