Given a real-life anecdote of a complex ethical situation, identify who is wrong here. Classify each post into the following categories : AUTHOR (if the author of the post is wrong in the situation), OTHER (if any of the others mentioned in the paragraph is wrong), EVERYBODY (if everyone mentioned is wrong) and NOBODY (if no one is wrong in the situation).

My wife and I have a good marriage.  We have been married for 4 years.  However, one of the things we sometimes argue about is where we sleep on the bed.

I sleep on the left side of the bed, and she sleeps on the right side.  It's a queen bed.  I'm 6ft, 180 lbs so it's not a size thing (and she's much smaller than me).  It's just that I feel like I need variety in my surroundings, and switching the side of the bed every few months fills that need for me.

On the other hand, my wife feels like she needs consistency.  She feels like she needs some things to be hers, and one of those things is her side of the bed.  She feels like switching sides violates that need.  

In our first year of marriage I slept on the left side.  Then we moved residences and I was able to switch to the right side of the bed.  We switched without talking about it - I wanted the right side and my wife didn't care (because we just moved).  Honestly I think she didn't even notice; I spoke about it with her recently and she didn't even remember.  Then after another year we moved to our current location and I again switched to my current location: the left side of the bed.  Like last time, I wanted to switch and she didn't even notice.

Now, we've been living in the same residence for 2 years and I'm getting antsy.  I've been sleeping on the left side this whole time and I still am.  I've been asking to switch for months, and she's been asking to keep her side.  She has tried to compromise by switching for one night, and it was nice, but it's only one night and we only did it twice.  She also tried to compromise by giving me the only nightstand, but I don't really need it.  

What I ideally want is to switch every 6 months, but I'm open to different time frames or ideas.  The reason why I'm posting here is because she says that nobody regularly switches sides of the bed and I'm weird for wanting that.

AITA?
NOBODY

Obligatory on mobile format apology. 

I was inspired by a similar post on this sub, but I think it's different enough to merit it's own post. 
I (19M) basically crushed on this girl (19F) from the first day of college. I felt comfortable around her, and I am generally very intraverted/socially awkward with newer people. We have become reasonably close (as friends of course) over the last year. I found out she had a boyfriend (reasonably long term from high school) and immediately made sure to put up a filter in our interactions. By this I mean that I made sure not to act overtly flirtacious with her/make a move, whatever you want to call it. I genuinely do value her friendship, and obviously if she were to become single later on, I would revisit the idea of pursuing a relationship with her. I do not want to be seen as TA because I have continued to be her friend even after knowing she has a bf, but I would ask her out in a heartbeat if she was single. 
AITA?


NOBODY

Alright, hey. I'm Blake and this is my first time around on this sub. I'm actually loving it so far, and I figured all of you would be the fairest about whether or not I overreacted or went out of my way to be a dick.  
SO. Long story, there will be a TL;DR at the end, so you may skip this detailed story if desired.  
( intro )\*   
In the summer of 2018, I thought I was transgender. I had belonged to a support group that my hospital's trans clinic connected me to, and they announced a camp for transgender children. I applied and was able to get in even though it was super expensive. Anyways, I knew pretty much three people there, so I really tried to branch out and kind of succeeded. There are probably four or five main people in this story; we'll call them Sam (15), JC (14), B (12), Cameron (15), and Jayden (15). So. The first two people I really began to get close with on the first day were B and JC. I had known B before the camp took place, so we were good; I met JC because he's such an outgoing person.  
( camp shit )\*  
By the end of the day, I pretty much had a sort of 'group', involving everyone listed above. Anyways, I found out that I was in the same cabin as Sam so we had a pretty great time together. We were playing stupid games like Never Have I Ever and Truth or Dare within the cabin with the other kids, and immediately Sam was singling me out. He kept hinting at things like he thought I was cute and making slightly sexual jokes. It made me pretty happy, so I went along with it. Flash forward a few days: Things are great. JC and Sam are HELLA close, so Sam talks to him about everything. Every once in a while, Sam'll call JC over to talk about something and they won't let me listen in -- this is because he was always talking about me. Then, I find out that Cameron also has a crush on me. He gets pretty embarrassed and pissed at me for not reciprocating and sticking with Sam instead. We get the silent treatment, but after a while, we are friends again and everyone's back to normal. Sam and I are super fucking close by now, and we're literally always together. We eat together, we walk places together, literally everything. There was a night where I spent about four hours sobbing about different shit, and the entire time, he was hugging me and making sure I was okay; another time, we ended up sitting outside with a bunch of other kids and were talking and laughing, and he was making the stupidest jokes about sexual shit including me. I didn't know what to do, so I didn't do much at all except laugh and pretend I was a bit embarrassed but not as uncomfortable as I was. We also came up with this thing as an excuse to hold hands called the 'tranny train.' We would all hold hands with someone, but it was really just a cover-up so that Sam and I could. The second to last day of camp. It's a Friday, and there's a lot of tension floating around. Sam and I are practically dating, as are B and Jayden. We all hold hands, do everything together, and are generally super close. It's around dinnertime, and Sam had bought me some souvenir type stuff the day before. We got pillowcases people could sign, and Sam ended up writing this inside of mine: "Roses are red, trees are green. If I asked you out, would you date me?" That was his whole way of asking me out. I ended up saying yes, and we were hella close for the last day.

&amp;#x200B;

( where shit went downhill )\*

A couple of days after camp ended and everyone went home, everyone came over to my house to hang out; everyone being JC, Cameron, Sam, Jayden, and B. We had literally one of the most fun nights of my life to this day, and I also ended up having my first kiss. It was super fucking fun, and I couldn't wait to see everyone again. This was around the 6th of August 2018, but shit went down on the 14th. Sam ended up telling me he wanted to break up to improve our friendship. This was literally cool with me, but you know how breakups are. We spent the next week talking how we usually did; FaceTiming until 6am, him making way too many sexual jokes, and me being overly gushy and appreciative. Then, we started dropping off a bit. B invited us over to hang out; that was one of the most painful days pretty much ever. He was obviously uncomfortable with me having feelings for him, yet he still treated me like I was his best friend ever. We didn't text as much as we used to, so I asked him about it and our relationship. He told me a bunch of shit, but the summary of it is this: "Look, Blake. I don't have feelings for anyone or anything, I wouldn't necessarily say that it's just you." We still called every night, but the conversations were suddenly different. He was talking to three different girls and occasionally talked about them to me. I never said much because I felt like shit and didn't want to make it worse; then I ended up in the hospital. I was depressed as fuck and as suicidal as ever, so I was taken inpatient for about a week. Before I left, I texted Sam to say bye. I came back to nothing from him. No calls or texts. 

&amp;#x200B;

( where i started being petty )

I was pissed as hell that he never texted me back or even wanted to make sure I was okay. I couldn't fight with him because of how much I still liked him, so I ended up posting this on my private spam that he followed:

"so they asked me out, broke up w me to build a better friendship, told me a week later that they didn't have 'feelings for anyone or anything', led me on, made jokes about fucking me and having feelings for me, HELLA LED ME ON, cut me off when i went inpatient, told me not to call them because they could 'blow up on me', used the excuse 'i have a lot going on' countless times, ignored my texts + calls, hasn't talked to me since before i went inpatient, and is going after + apparently falling for some other girl'. i captioned this 'i hope you fucking see this. i'm tired of your bullshit.' he commented 'lol, whoopsie' and 'when you're ready to stop being shady and acting like a 7-year-old we can talk'. i replied to him telling him that i have tried to talk to him, but have been shut down. he replies with 'here's the thing, i was never gay, we lasted for a week and a half. it couldn't have gotten that serious. have a conversation with me instead of talking big shit'. i told him 'if it was never serious why did you say so much shit? you can look back through our texts and tell me it wasn't serious but you know how i am and you know about my past relationships. so i call bullshit'. he ended up blocking me in the end. 

&amp;#x200B;

( small things I did in between the last petty episode and the most recent one )

\- I had his old Nike hat, so I gave that to one of my friends and never gave it back to him

\- I wrote several letters to him that were never sent

\- I broke the camp necklace that he had left with me

\- I posted about him A LOT

\- I followed two of the girls he was talking to and proceeded to talk to them casually

\- I got Cameron to DM him for me just to be petty

&amp;#x200B;

( not petty crap, but this is how i took the whole thing )\*

\- I pretty much cried every night for a month

\- I couldn't hear his name without getting insanely mad and depressed

\- Talking about him made me suicidal beyond belief

\- I was sent back to the hospital twice because of him

\- I forced myself to pretend to be okay with it for the sake of losing face

\- I dedicated a rant post to him on my spam

\- I kept every picture I had from camp

\- He was and kind of still is one of the main things that holds me back from being really happy

\- I have not stopped thinking about him; this is completely serious when I say that I have not gone a day without thinking about him

\- I wrote whole ass poems about how depressed he made me

\- I overdosed twice mainly caused by thinking about him

&amp;#x200B;

( the most recent petty thing i did )

So, remember B? This is where he comes in a lot more frequently. Anyways, I was following Sam's girlfriend (Ruby), and I had ended up commenting on one of her posts. Yes, I did it to be shitty, and yes, I did it to piss him off. However, B was still incredibly close with Sam, so I had actually traded him account passwords. He got to use my main account, I got to use his spam. I went through his DMs with Sam, and saw shit about Ruby and what Sam was up to currently. I got pretty annoyed, so I ended up logging out and leaving it at that. But it's not over yet. B and I got in a fight, and he changed his passwords; I didn't think to do this immediately, and B screenshotted DMs between me and another friend and leaked them to the person we were talking about. I got really pissed and just posted general asshole things to my spam. He ended up texting me, and I was as much of a dick as I could be to him. I wish that could be it, but that's not even close to being the shittiest thing that went down. Sam texted me -- about three months after the last time we had talked -- to tell me to back off. He went off about shit like me commenting on his girlfriend's post and unknowingly reposting a picture of one of his friends (this was entirely unintentional -- I thought she was an Instagram model or something). So we had one of the shittiest conversations of all time, and I spent most of it defending myself and cursing him out on the side. He spent it yelling at me, telling me to kill myself, and calling me multiple shitty words. I don't know if I deserved that for purposely being a dick and getting into his personal life, or whether or not he deserved to be an ass to me. I genuinely don't know if I'm being overdramatic.

( tl;dr )

I dated a guy named Sam for about a week and a half. He dumped me so that he could make sure that we weren't just fucking around, and told me he didn't have feelings for me one week later. I went inpatient at a me

EVERYBODY

