#my friends and i did fictional character aita threads and i HAD to share this one....

[nickistat]

AITA for trying to win back my husband after i dropped him from the sky?

Listen. I know how this sounds. I(M, 180ish) and my husband (M, 60ish) have been going through what I'd call a rough patch in our marriage. after our daughter (F, 30ish) left home he fell into a depression. I was miserable too, as no matter what I did I could not win him back over. for years I was neglected, only for our daughter to return home after her abandonment and demand that he leave me to travel with her. The gall! I wish i was surprised, but my husband was ready to abandon 30 years of marriage at the first sight of our child in years. I will admit, I got a bit mad. I'm prone to yelling, and I may have grabbed my daughter by the throat. not my proudest moment, but my husband insisted on escalating things into a full brawl. I was not for this, but after much pressing, i flew high into the sky and dropped him. I will say that I regret this and have apologized profusely on countless occasions. However it was not a fatal drop, and it was only a few months before he was recovered. I have since been showering him with gifts and apologies, my best attempts to make amends. both he and my daughter are only responding with hate and vitriol. after ages of trying I'm finally starting to wonder- AITA?

Update: because a lot of you have been commenting about our age gap i'll try to clear some things up. we met when i was 150 and he was 33, a fully grown man running his own business and caring for his family. it's not like i preyed upon a young boy with no life for himself. anyway, who else am i meant to date at my age?? also if you guys had met our daughter you wouldn't be as mad about the whole assaulting her thing.

Update 2: okay so I have some good news and bad news. I was able to win him back, and we returned to our happy life for a good while. I tried to make amends with our daughter, but, well. she plotted my murder. I type this from a dump with my throat slit. I may have fumbled