Sharing is caring, right?

But is not sharing… not caring? In this story, a parent-child relationship is put to the test.

Let’s slice into this debate.

AITA for not sharing my slice of pizza with my mom

I got home around 9 PM after a long, draining day.

I was exhausted and honestly just wanted to eat and relax.

On the way home, I stopped by my favorite local pizza spot and picked up the last slice they had of my favorite chicken pizza, something I had been craving for hours.

Sounds delicious, but does it turn malicious?

Just one slice.

That was going to be my dinner.

For context: my mom also likes this pizza, but she had already eaten dinner by the time I got home.

At home, I warmed up the slice and was about to go eat in my room when she asked if she could have a bite.

I told her no, not out of spite, just because it was my dinner, and I really wanted to enjoy this one slice in peace.

Maybe Mom doesn’t take no for an answer, though?

I’ve bought her pizza before, shared plenty of meals with her, but this just felt like a small thing I wanted to keep for myself after a hard day.

She followed me to my room, repeatedly asking for a bite.

Each time, I said no, calmly.

I wasn’t trying to argue. I just stood my ground.

At one point, I even started asking if maybe something had upset her earlier, and she was projecting it onto this weird standoff over pizza.

So there I am, trying to eat this slice while she’s hovering over me.

So much for a piece of peace.

And then, when I’m almost done, she bursts into tears.

Like, full-on crying.

Saying things like, “I don’t know how I raised such a selfish daughter.”

I was completely caught off guard.

I felt like I was being emotionally ambushed over something so small.

I do go out of my way for her.

I’m not stingy when it comes to buying her stuff for special occasions either.

One bite, everybody knows the rules… except maybe this mom and kid?

This past Mother’s Day, I spent nearly $300 on dinner and gifts.

I always try to be thoughtful, helpful, and generous.

But suddenly, none of that mattered because I said no one time.

She saw it as “just a bite of pizza,” so why not give it to her?

But to me, it was the principle: it was my dinner, I was hungry, and I just wanted this one small thing to myself.

It made me question whether I was being insensitive or if this was just an overreaction.

Somebody’s hangry, somebody else is just angry… not a good combo.

I didn’t think saying “no” once, especially for something small like this, made me a terrible person.

So… AITA for not sharing my slice of pizza?

I don’t want a slice of this pie, that’s for sure.

What do the comments have to say?

This person says hopefully this cools faster than the pizza.

Another person says, don’t wanna blame hormones, but… hormones?

This poster thinks it’s NBD either way.

Someone else says, it’s never enough.

This poster is like, even a slice can have boundaries.

Don’t give me a pizza this argument, thanks.

Mom must have had a bad day or something.

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