Okay, so I (15F) come from a really close-knit undersea family. I am the youngest of the family so while my dad and grandma could be kind of intense, I know they usually mean well. Anyways, a while back I rescued this human guy (15/16M) from drowning and I fell hard. Like, floating-on-a-rock-staring-at-the-moon kind of hard.

After that, I became completely obsessed. I watched him from afar almost everyday and I kept thinking about what it would be like to be human and live amongst them. My sisters and grandma tried to distract me, saying I’d get bored of the surface eventually. But that never happened.

That's when I decided to go to a sea witch (don’t judge me, she has bad PR but gets results) and made a deal: my voice in exchange for human legs. She told me that she can cook up some potion for me that I can drink to get rid of my tail and give me legs instead ... but that every step I took would feel like I was walking on knives and I’d bleed constantly. She also told me that in order to keep the legs and gain an immortal soul, he needs to love me more than anyone else he knows AND he has to marry me. Oh, and I had three days. If it didn’t work out, I’d literally dissolve into seafoam and die. No pressure.

So I drank the potion and washed up to the shore with no voice, no clothes, and barefoot. He found me and was super nice, and let me follow him around like an emotional support orphan. But unfortunately, he didn’t recognize me. And I couldn’t explain who I was or what I’d done for him. I danced, I bled from my feet all the time, and I smiled through it all like it didn’t hurt. Meanwhile, he was still hung up on the girl who “saved” him. The whole time I was thinking in my head IT'S ME!!!!! But he thought it was some other random temple girl who showed up after I left him on the beach.

What's actually crazy is that he actually ended up meeting an actual princess who kinda looked like me, and guess what? yeah ... they got engaged. I danced at their wedding. I even held her train 🤦🏽‍♀️. I even helped set up the tent on their honeymoon boat ... Anyways, later that night my sisters showed up and were like, “Hey girl, stab him and come home.” (They meant it literally. They gave me a knife.)

I couldn’t do it. I loved him too much. So instead of saving myself, I jumped into the sea and expected to die... but instead I got turned into a floating spirit cloud?? and now I have to do 300 years of good deeds to earn a soul. Cool cool cool

I obviously don't expect my family to just forget what happened, and I get why they’re upset. My sisters literally gave up their hair to try to save me. My dad hasn’t been to the surface once. And my grandma? She warned me so many times about humans and souls and how we don’t get second chances like they do. I know I disappointed them. I didn’t just risk my life—I walked away from everything I ever knew for a chance at love that wasn’t even guaranteed.

So reddit, AITA for giving up my voice and abandoning my family for a guy I just met?