Given a real-life anecdote of a complex ethical situation, judge whether or not a specific person is wrong here. Answer 'not answerable' if more information is required and 'answerable' if all the information is sufficient to answer who is wrong in this situation.

My spouse and I have an ongoing disagreement about how the household chores are split. We both work full time. I commute 2.5 hours each day with a regular 8 hr workday and assuming I don't run any errands, am usually home by 5:20pm (out the door before 7am). Spouse works remotely (home office), but workdays are irregular and can often last until 8 or 9pm. 

Given the work schedules, spouse's household responsibilities consist primarily of taking out the trash and recycling, removing dishes from the table, loading the dishwasher, sorting their laundry, and picking up after themself. These total about 1 hr/week.

I take care of everything else. Meal planning, grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning up after I cook, vacuuming, changing sheets/towels, and my own straightening/laundry sorting. I also take care of the smaller things - refilling soap/sugar etc, purchasing household items. This totals somewhere between 5.5 and 7 hrs/week, sometimes more. 

I get frustrated because, even working from home and with chores that take less time, spouse often doesn't get their chores done, and I have to handwash items to have a utensil or plate for my meal or the recycling will build up in the collection area. Spouse in turn gets frustrated because they think that since I work less and have time in the evenings to work out or relax, I should be doing some of their chores. I feel like we both live here and as members of a household, we both have responsibilities to maintain and fulfill, and while I'm fine helping out those weeks where things are particularly busy, it shouldn't be every week.

So AITA for expecting my spouse to take care of their chores and getting frustrated when they don't? 
answerable

I know that I am the asshole because I blew up on her about it when I should have been calm and should have stepped away from the issue. Don't judge me on that, because I could not have helped that part, but I still need insight on why it's wrong/right for me to feel this way.

I have known my girlfriend (20F) for four years, but we have only been dating for one year. She met my parents a couple of times, and we had a trip last Christmas break where she stayed in a hotel with me and my parents. It was a good time all around.

Half a year ago, my dad passed away. It was expected, but it still hit me and my mom hard. My girlfriend reacted to the news with shock when I told her. She was there for me when I was really struck by grief, but ultimately, she was over it just about the instant she heard it. I chalked it up to her not having known him all her life, but today, it really made me feel... aggravated.

A couple of hours ago, Stan Lee died and news got around. (May he rest in peace.) The moment my girlfriend heard, she broke down--crying in a way that I have never seen her cry. She was so mortified by this, and I sat down with her, reminded of the day that my father died and the way that I broke down. She started talking about Spiderman, her favorite comic book series. Stuff like how she couldn't believe that such a good man died and how she was going to miss seeing his cameos.

And for some reason, I couldn't help but wonder why she never said anything like this when my father died. Sure, she was there for me, but all she did was listen and tell me "I don't know what to say..." every time I talked to her about my memories. At the time, I accepted this.

Stan Lee is a media legend, sure, but she didn't even know him. My dad was someone that she sat down and ate dinner with. My dad was someone that she met, and she couldn't spare any tears for him. I was very upset. I told her these things, yelling when I said it. She stopped crying and looked shocked--and even in the moment, I knew that I shouldn't have exploded like that. We decided that we will talk about this tomorrow.

Look. Roast me. Tear into me. I feel very strongly about this, but I know that I might be in the wrong. I want you to tell me why I'm wrong so that I can gain perspective on this. 
answerable

I had some buddies back in elementary. It was the end of the day. I was talking with my friend, when another girl came in. I don’t remember exactly what we were talking about, but eventually she started punching my arm. Hard. After a bit of that, I let my bottled anger out. I’m a naturally a shy kid. I knew what being an introvert was, but I didn’t think I was one at the time. I hit my breaking point and I grabbed her backpack. I threatened to dump it all out, and she started hitting me again. Another kid comes along and keeps bumping into me. It was intentional. I then did one of those “push the dude with your body while your walking into him” things. Another girl comes along, I don’t remember what she did, but I remember also getting angry at her. Back then. I didn’t get angry very easily, and when I did I let it go. I actually held a grudge against these three for like a week. We’re still friends. I just let my anger out then.

not answerable

