**AITA for deliberately breaking the A/C at our summer house just so my fiancée’s “raw, authentic” influencer friends would finally leave?**
Okay, buckle up, because this is peak first-world-problem horror. My fiancée (28F) insisted we invite her entire “creative collective” (aka: unemployed, cologne-drenched dudes who speak in manifesting and women who unironically say “vibe check”) to our family’s lakeside summer house for a “digital detox content weekend.”
TL;DR: It’s been 4 days. They haven’t showered. They’ve rearranged the furniture to create an “energy vortex” in the living room. One of them tried to “smudge” my father’s vintage record collection with burning sage and almost set the curtains on fire.
I snapped. I went to the basement, found the master breaker switch, and... “accidentally” tripped the A/C. I blamed it on the 100-year-old wiring. Temp inside: 90°F. Humidity: swamp.
They all left by noon, muttering about “toxic masculine infrastructure.” My fiancée is *sobbing* that I ruined their “sacred bonding ritual.” She says I’m the toxic one for not respecting their “slow-living aesthetic.”
So, Reddit, AITA? Or is “slow-living” just code for “please let us steal your food and terrorize your dog while we film an unboxing video for thrift-store spoons”?
**TL;DR: Broke the A/C at my own summer house to evict a cult of amateur influencers. Fiancée is furious. My dad thinks I’m a hero. Send beer.**