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Speaker 1: Has your significant other ever revealed something about themselves or

their life that made you call it quits right then

and there? If so, who was it? I dated a

girl for two years, and on Christmas Eve, she told

me she had my best friend at the time on

many occasions during our relationship, including my birthday and Christmas

Eve that very same day. Obviously, I haven't talked to

either of them since. I hate people. This was back

in high school about six or seven years ago. I've

been over it for a long time, mainly because I

don't think about it. I moved on to bigger and

better things. She was at my house when she told me.

She just randomly started crying when I asked her what

was wrong. She laid that on me. Completely blindsided, really.

Against my better judgment, I asked when the last time

it happened, and she told me it was earlier that afternoon.

She kept trying to say that she loved me, but

I wasn't having it. I told her to get out.

Takes two to tango. You obviously don't love someone if

you betray them many times, including on their birthday. Like,

immediately afterward, I called my friend to see what he

would say about it, I asked him about it and

he just paused for a second and said, Yeah, man.

I told him to go and I haven't talked to

him or her since. Also, to be clear, I didn't

burn her presents. I returned it, got my money back,

bought some Xbox 360 games and proceeded to get hammered

that night. Man, what a plot twist that even Hallmark

wouldn't dare ride into a Christmas special, am I right?

Story 2 So I had been dating this really sweet,

handsome young man for a few months. He still lived

at home with his mother while he was finishing up college.

And they seemed to be close, almost to a degree

that was a little uncomfortable. Everything between us was going

really well until one day I was driving him home

from a rehearsal and I told him that I wasn't

going to be able to spend Saturday night with him

like usual because I was going to visit my father

for Father's Day. He became very quiet for the rest

of the ride to his place and when we got there,

he went straight into his room and closed the door. Now,

his mother was used to getting a full report on

his day after getting home, and I guess the absence

of that part of their routine threw her into a fit.

She started screaming at me about how I must have

been unfaithful to him because he would never act that

way otherwise. After trying to explain my side of things,

she kept screaming at me, and so I said, I

don't know how to deal with this. I'm leaving. As

I tried to walk out, she locked the door and

kept pulling me away from it, saying, No, you can't

leave us. If you stay, we can make this all better.

I finally got outside where she followed me screaming the

same crazy crap, got in my car. I had to

gently push her because she was still holding on to

me while I was trying to close my door and

drove home. I called the guy a few days later

to talk about what happened and he insisted that it

was my fault she got upset. I'm done. I've never

spoken to him again. Story three. I was on a

date with someone I'd met online. We had spent time

messaging and calling each other, the usual, you know, process

of getting to know someone before meeting in person. After

a month or so of this virtual interaction, we finally

decided to take the plunge and meet face-to-face. She worked

for a local charity that was affiliated with a religious organization,

and it was clear from the start that she came

from a wealthy background. Her clothing hinted at a life

of affluence, and she had mentioned that her job at

the charity was more about passion than financial necessity. So

there we were, sitting down to a dinner at a

well-regarded steakhouse. The ambience was pleasant, the food was delicious,

and the conversation flowed naturally. During our meal, I decided

to probe a bit into her work at the charity. So,

why did you choose to work for the religious charity?

Speaker 2: I asked.

Speaker 1: Is it because you want to help people who are

in need? Her response caught me off guard. Oh no,

she said casually. It's the discounts. I was taken aback.

I don't understand. What discounts are you talking about? She

leaned in slightly and explained. Well, when you work for

a charity, everything is tax-deductible. I even get some of

my rent subsidized. And since I work in the head office,

I get to see all the donated clothes before they

even leave the office. I get to pick out whatever

I want, and they're completely free. And I was incredulous.

Speaker 2: Free?

Speaker 1: How are they free? And she shrugged nonchalantly. I'm usually

the one there most of the time. Who's to say?

The situation began to sink in. So you're wealthy enough

that you don't need to work for financial reasons, Yet

you're exploiting a charity to minimize your tax obligations and

taking clothes from them? She looked at me defensively and said,

It's not stealing. These clothes were donated and by the

time I see them, the charity has no way of

proving they weren't mine. Normally, I would avoid confrontation, but

this seemed like a situation where standing up for what

was right was necessary. Well, since you seem to have

your finances all figured out and clearly have more than enough,

why don't you cover the cost of this meal? After that,

I think it's best if you get up and leave.

I got up from the table and went to speak

with the maitre d' at the front of the restaurant.

I informed him that I would return shortly to explain

the situation, as my date had been quite vocal about

the matter. When I came back, she had indeed disappeared.

I spoke with the head waiter, recounting the entire exchange

and explaining the situation. I offered to pay for the

meal myself, but he graciously declined, informing me that the

meal would be covered by the restaurant and that my

date would be banned from the premises in the future.

It was an unexpected resolution, but at least it felt

like justice had been served in some way. Story four.

When my brother passed away from substance, his best friend,

who was like family to us, who also has a problem,

stole a bunch of his stuff. He and his mother

denied it completely and there was a falling out. It

was obvious he had. He came to town with a

backpack and left with two duffel bags. We didn't know

this at the time and found out from the relatives

he left with. At one point when our mothers were

arguing about it on the phone, his mother told me

something along the lines of, you're just jealous that your

son is gone and I still have mine. Now this

is a woman who had been friends with my mother

since childhood. I even considered her an aunt. How can

somebody do something like that to a person they seem

to have cared about their entire life? After our cousin

heard she said that, he apologized to my mom about it,

but not about the stealing, of course. Story five. In

my high school, I had a boyfriend. We ended up

being together for two years because every time I mentioned

having some space or going on a break or even

breaking up, he threatened to harm himself. One time we

got in a big argument and I called things off

then he called and texted me about how he was

going to harm himself. He said he made a noose

out of an extension cord and if I didn't come

over then and there he was going to end it all.

I lived about 20 miles away and I had to

figure out he was serious because he had a history

of being mentally challenged. So I ended up calling the cops.

He did have a noose tied so the cops put

him on 72 hour hold at the mental hospital. He

convinced his family that he was kidding so they were

pissed at me for calling the cops. They even wanted

me to pay the medical bill. It was crazy. His

sister still sends me Facebook messages telling me words that

would hurt me for calling the cops even though this

happened eight years ago. People, please don't cry wolf by

harming yourself. Story six. I was seeing a girl for

about a week and we ended up going to a

club which is totally not my idea of a fun

time but whatever. She got kind of buzz, the kind

of buzz where you're lucid enough to make sense but

have no real filter. She went to the bathroom and

when she came back she started flirting with me. Turns

out she went to the bathroom to throw up So

after she sort, threw up in my mouth, I was

obviously feeling odd and stopped the session to ask if

she had just gagged. She responded with a, yeah, so

look at me, you're lucky to even speak to me.

So I never spoke to her again. Story seven. Dated

someone for six months, then I found out her best

quote unquote guy friend was really a married man she'd

been going with for the past eight years. The worst

part was that she knew his entire family, wife and

two teenage daughters. I've been asked how I found out,

so here you go. She asked me to install some

software on her laptop and gave me her password. She'd

actually given me her password before, but I didn't snoo

because I wanted to trust her. Anyhow, I was bored

and curious, so I looked through some pictures and saw

some pretty incriminating stuff. By then, I knew she wasn't

who she was trying to be, so I also searched

her email and found a bunch of emails between them.

Speaker 2: Yikes!

Speaker 1: Boredom and curiosity are a dangerous combo, huh? Story 8.

He didn't reveal it, but I saw it. I'd come

home early from school that day and was curious about

where he was. Eventually, I looked in the backyard and

there he was, holding my dear 14-year-old cat by the

tail and doing something completely horrible. Now, I didn't have

many friends throughout school, so this cat meant the world

to me. Naturally, I lost it, told him to leave immediately,

and then called him out over the phone for a

good long while. I just hope he didn't do anything

else to my little furry buddy. Yeah, she knows it's

time to break up and her boy toy has more

in common with the cat than her.

Speaker 2: Her.

Speaker 1: Story 9. I had an ex who once told me

she was very open-minded. Initially, I assumed this meant she

was very adventurous in a typical way. She invited me

over to dinner, promising a pleasant evening and dessert. Dinner

went well and while she served me pecan pie, she

shared that she had become very open about her life

after college and felt that many societal taboos were outdated.

To my shock, she then revealed that she had an

active unconventional relationship with her parents. I declined both more

pie and further involvement. Her reasoning included, they have established

trust and love. Each encounter strengthens their bond. Societal norms

change and practices once accepted should not be judged harshly. It,

quote unquote, frees her from conventional morals. If it feels good,

it shouldn't be considered wrong. There were a lot more details,

but I left abruptly before I could recall them. I'm

no longer in contact with her and don't intend to

approve my story. I believe this behavior was established before college,

though I didn't think much of it at the time.

Story 10. Well, it wasn't my SO, but his family.

When I was in college about 20 years ago now, Jesus,

sometimes I have to let that number sink in, huh?

I had a boyfriend who had a very German first name.

I knew his family was German because I would have

had to be a fool not to. Anyway, we dated

for a while and he was getting pretty serious about me.

I was feeling strangely ambivalent about him, though he was

a nice enough guy. One day, he invited me out

to his parents' to have dinner. Met mom and dad,

they were nice too. Dad was so stereotypical German. He

had on corduroy shorts and sandals with socks and he

told me about being a bicycle racer when he was young.

It was all very homey and sweet and then his

dad mentioned being in the SS during the war. An

officer in the SS. One quarter of my family passed

away in the Holocaust. My dad is Jewish. I tried

to stay open-minded about this but I just couldn't. I

knew that no matter what, I couldn't get serious about

someone whose dad was in the SS. I couldn't hang

out at their house or be close to his family.

So I broke up with him two days later. He

was a really nice kid, but that was a no-go

for me. I know not all SS officers were directly

involved with the concentration camps, but pretty much all SS

officers knew what the heck he was up to at

some point. No, I was not in love with him.

He was unmotivated and down on himself, though sweet and kind.

He wanted to get married right away and thought he

could keep working his retail job forever. I wanted to

go to grad school before I got married, and since

I met him working the same retail job, I knew

his prospects exactly. I encouraged him to find another avenue

in life, but he wasn't ready. I'm sure he's moved

on by now. This was 1991 and found the right

person for him. In the end, his self-defeating attitude was

a bigger problem for me than dad. Dad was just

the final straw, so to speak. No, I didn't blame

the breakup on him. Dad, though, I did point out

that this was probably yet another indicator that we were

not meant to be. And yes, dad was old, probably

very old, but this is still possible, folks. Old men

have babies sometimes. Also, some of you are n *

* * a apologists. You might want to think about

that for a while. And to the person who PM'd

me pretending to be the guy who just sh *

* all those people in California, please seek help. Story 11.

Had a boyfriend once whose lack of ambition was the

final straw for me, He was a sweet guy, but

he was currently working at a factory making McDonald's coffee

cups and was the most successful person in his family.

His parents worked in landscaping during the summer months and

applied for unemployment and lived off of it during the

other half of the year. They had no desire to

ever hunt for another job during that time and felt

they were owed the free six months of not having

to work every year. His brother was also really big

into and I didn't like being in the atmosphere. My

SO didn't think there was anything wrong with this, being

the work ethic of his family, and said if he

could do the same thing someday, he would. I was

in college at the time, set to get my doctorate

in pharmacy. He was as nice of a guy as

they come, but the lack of wanting to better himself

and his family problems was just too much for me

to take. Story 12. When he was flipping about not

paying a bill and said something to the effect of

didn't care if it went to collections, The problem is,

he made over six figures and the bill in question

was like stupid small. He could totally afford it. And

it wasn't a, I'm not paying that because the company

has paid me over. He just didn't care. I knew

he had a foreclosure before we met, but I just

chalked it up to the economy and his divorce. Apparently not,

but he'd piss away tons of money on stupid things

like paintball. Hobbies are cool, but when you're throwing all

your money at them and going into collections for other stuff,

come on. So it turns out being completely financially irresponsible

in your 40s is a huge turnoff. Story 13. When

I was in college, I dated a beautiful guy. And

by beautiful, I mean gorgeous. The premarital was fantastic and

mind-blowing and I'd sit and daydream about earthly things while

I sat in class with a stupid grin on my face.

I knew he wasn't the brightest bulb, but that didn't

really bother me. I just ignored it if he said

something stupid and glossed over it because, honestly, most of

our time wasn't spent discussing anything other than where we

were getting delivery from and whether or not we felt

like walking downtown. So one night I was studying. He

was watching TV in my room and we started talking

about carbon dating. And then he blew my mind. He

said he believed the world was only 4,000 years old.

I paused and asked why. Because I lived in Charleston,

South Carolina, the holy city which has a strong Christian presence,

I was prepared to hear him talk about religion and

then correct him that most creationists believe it's 6,000 years

old and then go about my business because I didn't

give any care about his religious beliefs. But no, he

had his own theory he'd come up with all by

himself about how the years worked. And if there were

only 2,000 years on this side of the timeline, there

could only be 2,000 years on the other side of

the timeline. I just stared at him. I was majoring

in anthropology. I tried to explain that time was just

a human construct and that regardless of how long humanity

had been counting the years, the earth had still existed.

We went round and round and round, but nothing I

said could shake his belief that the earth was just 4,000

years old. I finally gave up and said whatever. I

wasn't feeling that well and told him to go home

and I'd talk to him later. I laid on the

couch that night and I weighed the pros and cons

of being with him. Then I came to the realization

that no matter how beautiful he was or how good

at other things, I just couldn't take someone who was

that stupid. I called him the next day and told

him I didn't think it was going to work out.

Story 14. My wife and I were watching a movie.

It was towards the end of the movie when they

were in the baseball stadium. I'd once seen the movie

when I was a kid, so there were some actors

in the movie that I didn't remember. When they fanned over,

Ricardo Montalban, I said to my wife, Hey, that's Khan.

She looks at me and says, Who? Surely she must

have misheard me. Khan from Star Trek 2. You know,

when Kirk shouts, Khan! That's who he was shouting about.

A pregnant pause while she contemplates. Was that the one

with the Klingons? Inside, my mind is exploding. As calmly

as I can muster, I say, that is the only

Star Trek movie that doesn't have Klingons. She says, oh.

No other words from her. She didn't give a care. Meanwhile,

I'm sitting right beside her, wondering if I should put

my shoes on, walk out the door, and never look back.

How did I do this for so long without realizing this? Like,

what do I do now? Oh, yeah, then I remembered

premarital and realized I could live with it.

Speaker 2: That was a close one.

Speaker 1: Story 15. I'd been on a few dates with this

girl and things were going okay, but I wasn't exactly

in it for the long haul. I'd just started college,

fresh out of a long-term relationship, and wasn't looking for

anything too serious. I figured I could just enjoy myself

for a while, maybe have some fun and see where

things went. But one night, things took a turn that

made me question everything. We were lying in bed after

spending some time together when she suddenly brought up a

topic I wasn't expecting. She mentioned that she got pregnant

when she was a teenager. My first thought was, okay,

she has a kid. It didn't seem like an immediate

deal breaker. I wasn't necessarily against the idea of dating

someone with a child. But before I could fully process it,

she added that she had a I didn't know what

to say except the most basic thing I could think of.

I'm sorry. Are you okay? She assured me that she was,

but then she hit me with something that left me speechless.

She admitted that after the m * * * she

actively tried to get pregnant again, without her boyfriend at

the time knowing. That's when my mind started racing. We

had just finished doing it, unprotected, and she had assured

me she was on the pill, which was already giving

me a little worry. But after hearing this, I felt

a wave of distress wash over me. The fact that

she had tried to get pregnant in secret before made

me question everything. It was like a red flag waving

in my face and I knew I couldn't ignore it.

That was the moment I realized I needed to nope

out of that situation and fast. Story 16. I'm not religious,

but I dated a seemingly nice girl in high school

who was, I assume, just your run-of-the-mill Southern Baptist. I

knew we wouldn't see each other on everything, but that's okay.

We all have our different opinions, right? I can respect that.

I went to church with her one day, sort of

as a symbol of, hey, I respect your views. Maybe

you can start looking at mine with a little bit

more credibility. Plus, she was cute and I wanted to

show her parents that I wasn't a horrible guy. Well,

things went south from there. Apparently, she had told her

mom about a little fling we had the other night

after some Christmas garden tour thing. You know, good old-fashioned

high school, all that stuff that keeps you close enough

to God and far away enough from evil. This discussion

with her mom was a catalyst to something that was, well,

it was a new experience for me. So we're sitting

in the back pew, they're singing hymns, all that fun stuff,

and I'm just letting them do their thing, bowing my

head on cue. Feeling a little hungry maybe? I was

probably just thinking about sandwiches or car handies. Anyway, we're

sitting in the back pew and the music stops a

little more bluntly than the typical grace in which church

music typically ends. After this abrupt stop, my girlfriend looks

at me and smiles. Her mom does the same. I

smile back. Hey, maybe I'm winning their graces after all.

Then the whole church turns and smiles at me. The preacher,

the families, the choir, everybody. Okay, so now I'm a

little nervous to say the least. My girlfriend grabs me

by the hand, says something under her breath, and takes

me to the front of the church where the preacher

is standing. Then this tiny little southern belle gets on

about some straight choo-choo. I didn't know people really did

the whole talking in tongues thing until that day. So

she's screaming and screeching and audible verses and sound and

the church starts to join her, her family walking up

to join us. I'm encircled by them at this point, sweating,

about to worry. I pushed my way out while people

were grabbing me, volume increasing, pulling at my perfectly ironed

plaid button-down shirt that I worked hard on. Eventually I

got out, ran to the gas station and got a

ride home from my mom. I didn't tell anyone about

that for a while. It was an interesting experience to

say the least. She told her mom about her happenings,

her mom told the church, and the church told me

stuff in tongues. It was horrible, and an experience I'd

like not to repeat again. Story 17. I once met

a guy through a mutual friend and we got along

pretty quickly. At first, he seemed like a very well-rounded individual,

but as the relationship progressed, red flags started to pop

up here and there. one being prejudice against some sassy men.

He loved masculine girls but would go off on hateful

rants against men who were into men. But in a

hammered gab session one night at a party, he told

me that he had been involved with more than 30 guys.

He would intentionally cause them to fall for him and

proceed to do it with them. He did this just

so he could humiliate them publicly about what gets them off.

As I stood there, mouth agape, dumbfounded, he saw a

sassy man couple walk into the party. He stood up abruptly,

threw his drink at them and started yelling any and

every profane and degrading name he could think of and

proceeded to try to strike one up simply because he

had a boyfriend. I got out of there as quickly

as possible. It wasn't even a legitimate breakup. I never

tried to talk to him about it. I just broke

all contact with him after that and haven't looked back since.

Story 18. It wasn't the quits, but it was close.

I told him if he ever tried to talk to

me about it again, I'd leave him. I expressed that

I'd never be willing to explore that, being in a diaper,

or him being in a diaper, to any extent, ever.

This wasn't what made me so locked down about the topic, though.

When asked if anything turned him on about it, he

said he felt good by the prospect of humiliating me.

He wanted to make me feel degraded because it was attractive? Yeah,

somehow I'm really not surprised that he tried to force me,

so in a way I guess it was that thing

that made me leave him. Story 19. I was seeing

a girl I'd met on some dating site, probably LDS

singles because I was still Mormon at the time. We'd

been dating about three months, minus a week where she

was in California for something unspecified. Suddenly, she decides it's

confession time. It's not her first time doing that stuff. Remember,

we were Mormon. Doing it before marriage was a big deal.

I understand her perspective. I'm still a frustrated, inexperienced man

who desperately wants to finally have a relationship. However, my

experiences have been limited to dating Mormon girls who often

profess that they want a meaningful relationship with me. They'll

discuss their past relationships openly but then insist on refraining

from any physical activities until marriage. This creates a barrier

for me as they emphasize that we need to wait

until we're married in the temple to engage in any

physical affection. It creates a sense of being held at

arm's length and reinforces my feelings of bitterness and disappointment.

This pattern of dating has been consistently frustrating. So I'm like, okay, whatever,

we'll work through it. When did it happen? Well, remember

how about two weeks after we started dating, she went

to California for a week? She was actually engaged to

a guy when we met and she was flying out

to meet him. He doesn't even know we've been dating.

Story 20. She told me that I should come over

to her house for pizza and a movie. She mentioned

that her mom might be there but that we wouldn't

be bothered. Things weren't that serious between us so the

stipulation about not being bothered was a comfort. As I'd

just been out of a three-year relationship, I had no

plans on having official parent introductions anytime soon. So I

get there, and our casual pizza and a movie date

is actually a sit-down meal with her mother, father, stepfather,

stepfather's best friend, and my date's best friend with accompanying

infant and child. I get through it, with the family

apparently loving me, and her father saying, You'd better treat

my little girl right, but I know you will. You

seem like a really great guy. That, coupled with the,

I have to stop myself from saying I love you.

You're the first guy I brought home to my parents

in three years. her IBS and mentally challenging episodes. Just

as well, since she stalked me a bit and would

drive out of her way to wander the small mall

right next to my apartment complex, letting me know that

she was waiting for me after I told her that

we were done. Even when I agreed to just be

friends to make it easier for her, she texts me

things like, my hands are shaking. Okay, I bite. Why

are your hands shaking? And she replied with personal information.

Is this something you would share with all of your friends?

I asked in complete disbelief. And she would just reply

with a wink emoji. She was cute and amazing, but

she definitely didn't hear me when I told her I

needed to take things slow. Story 21. In 2006, I

was dating a friend's sister and I got his approval beforehand.

For about four months, things were going pretty great. We

were around the same age. We worked in the same industry,

which is entertainment media in Los Angeles. We got along

great with each other's friends, had great conversations about all

manner of topics, and all in all, it was looking

like the beginning of a great relationship. Then there was

a surge in the battle between Israel and Palestine, to

which she flat out told me that all the Palestinians

should leave the earth. I asked her if she was serious.

She confirmed. I told her I can't be in a

relationship with someone who advocates extermination. It bears noting that

their family was Jewish and she spent time in Israel

throughout her adolescence, though her brother did not. I should

have known better when her brother, who was my friend,

told me, it's your burial, in response to my request

to date a sister. Story 22. I dated an extremely

wealthy girl as well for a while. She loved me.

I didn't love her, but I did enjoy living the

lifestyle for a while. I'm from a well-off family, but

this level was like ridiculous. On top of feeling out

of place at many of the events whose attendees had

no sense of reality, I knew it wasn't going to

work out when I went to one of her family's

houses in upstate New York for the weekend. They had

people clean and cook for them, all of whom spoke Spanish,

not a big deal as I'm half Cuban and her

mother was Cuban. But I came and mentioned to her

after dinner one night, Gloria gave me a weird look

that I was cleaning my own dishes. My ex gave

me a kind of a puzzled blank look, thinking I

said something wrong. I asked, her name is Gloria, right? Again,

another blank look. You don't know her name, do you?

She shook her head and said, no. Story 23. I

woke up at 3.30am one morning to my girlfriend mumbling

strangely while rummaging through drawers. It went something like, what

are you doing? It's early. And then she gets all

loud and angry. I'm looking for the key, Josh, for

the universe. I have to go now and it's not here.

Sticks one arm in the air and keeps digging in

the drawer with the other. If you aren't going to

help Josh, look, just go to the barn. I have

tools there. I need them now. And I was confused.

We don't have a barn. I went down here from there.

She had a mental break. I was Josh Whedon and

was able to help her unlock the universe. This and

all other kinds of madness went on for about 45

minutes before I called 911. Turns out that she has

a problem in her head and failed to mention this

in our nine months together. She slipped on her meds, snapped,

and had to spend some time in a ward. The

only way we could get her to get in the

ambulance was to convince her that one of the medics

was St. David. She gave the first EMT a black eye. Then,

when he called for backup, she saw the hospital name

on his uniform.

Speaker 2: St.

Speaker 1: David's. Finally, a saint wears the key we need it now.

He said, we have it outside, let's go get it

and do this. And it worked. As soon as they

got her in the ambulance, they managed to put her

down and sedate her, I visited twice while she was

in the ward. I could never see her the same again, though.

Broke it off the first time she was lucid again.

It hurts, but at least I was honest. I felt

betrayed and knew I would always have it in the

back of my mind. Story 24. My significant other revealed

to me by her actions that she was not very

dedicated to our marriage when she left me on the

first day of what became a 20-day stay in the hospital.

I was finally released by very concerned doctors who were

greatly worried about the brain injury I had and that

put me in the hospital. To justify her abrupt departure

to all of our mutual friends, she told everybody that

I was sassy and also that I was unfaithful to

her with the girl from my work. She didn't see

the contradiction there. So I got home to my apartment

to find that she had taken about $ 5, 000 of my

stereo and video equipment and worst of all, that she

had taken both of my cats. She revealed her true

character by her actions. I wish she would have just

told me herself before we got married. Thank God I

didn't have any kids with her. She even lied to

me about taking her birth control on more than one

occasion in hopes of sneaking a baby into her room.

I still miss her though. The divorce was only finalized

a little more than two weeks ago. I'm better off

and will end up probably being happier or at least

end up being less sad. One of the bad things

about our relationship was she would not let me hang

out with most of my friends and it caused me

to lose contact with most of them. Luckily for me,

I was still able to hold on to one or

two of the most loyal ones. Last night, I told

one of my friends it was not safe for me

to be alone at all. I'm so glad I woke

up today, although I'm still very sad and doubly glad

I didn't wake up in a psych ward. Thank God

for loyal friends who care. I wouldn't be here if

it wasn't for Chris B. Love you, man. If my

ex-wife had been right about me being gay, it would

have been with you. Story 25. I was dating a

girl for a few weeks and she started talking about

earthly things. I'm pretty open-minded and have done some really.

Speaker 2: C * * * y.

Speaker 1: Things myself, but this was too much, even for me.

She had her own house, thanks to her rich daddy,

so this made it easier for her. She told me

she wanted to break into her house on a random night,

a night where she would be unsuspecting and her horrible things.

I told her I'd be totally fine with tying her up,

but I was completely uncomfortable at the thought of breaking

into her home. I jokingly told her if she didn't

enjoy it, she could just call the cops, to which

she replied, then you better make me cry. I never

saw her again after that night. Story 26. There was

a guy I was dating a little while back who

was a total emotional rollercoaster or email, but I had

to use that word. Our relationship was going really well

because of this, though, due to the fact that we

would easily vent all of our problems and concerns to

one another and work them out in a healthy way.

One night, however, he called me up to talk about

a dream he just had, prefacing it by saying it

was something special. As it turns out, his idea of

it was the two of us ending our lives, I

was kind of shocked by this and I would have

let it go as a nightmare if he didn't continue

to ask me if I thought it was exciting. Sorry,

but I think Romeo and Juliet had a really crappy ending.

I had to ease him into the idea of us

breaking up because he kept threatening me if I left him. Fortunately,

he's living a happy, healthy life these days. Story 27.

Dating a girl about one year younger than me. I

was a junior, she was a sophomore. About one week

into talking with her, I decided to hold hands with

her while we were walking in the halls. Then she

stops me and says, what are you doing? You know

I have a boyfriend, right? At that moment, I just

stood there, staring at her. Some time before this, I

asked her if her friend that she sits at with

lunch was her boyfriend and she told me he was

her quote-unquote good friend and she was single. I later

found out she was one of those girls who thought

it was okay to just go with any dude she

wanted while in a relationship because she thought it was fun.

Story 28. This was my first ever girlfriend. We'd just

about come up on the two-year mark of our relationship

when she started to grow a little distant. She published

a Facebook note, one of those generic share with your

friends questionnaires. In the note, one of the questions was,

who do you love right now? And her answer was,

I'm not sure. I called her and ended it, then

cried all night. Find out later she'd been unfaithful all

this time, here and there, for months. As a high

school student, I didn't think I'd ever be able to

find another girl, but I realized that I couldn't be

with someone so immature and wouldn't settle for being somebody's alternative.

As a fit 24-year-old, however, I can attest to the

fact that life does indeed get better. Keep your head up,

first-time breakers. Story 29. I dated younger people my age

when I was in grad school. She was way out

of my league. She was super sweet and worshipped me.

She wasn't super smart, but the younger me overlooked that.

I busted my hump in college and grad school to

do well and be successful. When we were out one

night with couples, everyone was asking what we all did,

what we studied, etc. I told them my story, and

then she proceeded to say something to the tune of,

I was going to choose that path to my field,

but I was just too busy being social. I was

just very popular. Later, I told her that I felt

she diminished my accomplishments by suggesting she was going to

do what I did, but chose to party instead. She

reiterated that she was so popular that there was really

nothing she could have done. Right then and there, I

realized that she was caught up in her looks and popularity,

and that once those went away, she would become an unhappy,

empty soul. There was no future, so I ended it

right there. Story 30. This might sound silly. Making ramen

with a high school boyfriend after a few months together,

he had to go to the bathroom, so he asked

me to watch the pot. It started boiling over so

I took it off the burner and used a fork

to break up the soft noodles. He came back furious

with me and pushed me yelling about the correct way

to make ramen. He hurried to care for his ramen

and I put my shoes on. He asked me why

I was leaving. He assured me the ramen was fine

and that I shouldn't leave because I was embarrassed about

almost ruining the ramen. I tried to find the right

words for why he was wrong but I was pretty

scared and just wanted to leave so I left. Later

broke up with him over the phone and avoided him

at school. I liked him a lot because he was

so quiet and really seemed passive. I still, to this day,

write off his outburst as someone completely different than the

guy I was dating up until that point. I wondered,

for a long time, if I really did almost ruin

that ramen and if I could forgive him. Later in life,

I live with another ex-girlfriend of his and she said

he berated and harmed her too over silly things she did. So,

I guess it wasn't really about the ramen. Story 31.

I have waited so long for a thread like this

to tell my story and a throwaway is needed. So

back in high school, I went to a party with

a few people and one of the girls started to

flirt with me. Let's call her Mary. When things got heated,

we started doing it and all was well that night.

Finished the night by drinking with friends and then headed home.

Then Mary gets on MSN Instant Messenger and she said

she wanted to be boyfriend and girlfriend. I sort of

tried to avoid it as I was not really attracted

to her and it was just the heat of the

moment kind of thing. Mary then took our conversation as,

I wanted to be boyfriend and girlfriend with you. And

mind you, I was a little buzzed, but I definitely

didn't say anything close to that. At 7am in the morning,

I have four missed calls from Mary. I go to

school like normal and just ignore the calls. Then we

had no classes together the whole day, so I didn't

really talk to her all day. Mary then called me

three times during class, could not answer them, and then

called me over and over again. I go to the bus,

trying to avoid it, and talk to her that night

to make it clear. I then gave her a call

at around 8, and she started talking about us being together.

Before I could say anything about what I felt, I

heard a phrase she was saying over and over again.

I can't quite remember the name she was saying, but

I'll replace it with Tom. Mary kept repeating herself saying, Tom, Tom, Tom,

I'm so sorry. I was in shock. I just stayed

quiet and kept asking her if she was alright. And

she did it again. Tom, Tom, Tom. Then all of

a sudden she snapped back into reality and started talking

as if nothing ever happened. As I am now scared

out of my mind and just in shock, I kept

talking to her over the next hour or so. It

turns out she had talked to a psychologist about this

and regularly takes medication regarding her mental problems And that

is all she told me. I get off the phone

without mentioning a word as I'm scared to tell her

I do not want to be with her. She calls

over and over again, text message after text message. It

got so bad she was sending me like 40 texts

in a single day. I maybe responded once, twice. I

asked my friends to help me and one of my

female friends goes into a Facebook relationship with me for

a while so she will leave me alone. Didn't help

and it just got really crazy from there. Fast forward

to the second night and I tell myself, okay, I

have to be nice and tell her how I feel

about not wanting to be together. So I give her

a call and Mary starts saying again, Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom.

And yet again, I'm shocked and didn't know what to say.

When she snapped back into reality, she told me who

that name was. It was her baby's name from her ex-boyfriend.

They were very young at the time, so this was

a big shock for me. I was in even more

shock and was mortified at what pain she experienced. I

feel so bad for what happened but I just ended

up not talking to Mary and avoiding her. Eventually she

understood what was happening and let me be. I know

I could have acted a little better but I was

a teenager and it still brings chills down my spine

when I remember this.

Speaker 2: What did you find out about your wife or husband

only after you got married? My husband is night terror.

That's really the only time he's ever straight up mean

to me. Otherwise, he's incredibly sweet and caring. It took

me about a year or two to figure out how

to handle the night terrors. I tried playing along at first. Usually,

it was visions of spiders raining down on him from

the ceiling, and I'd try to help swatting them away.

But he'd get furious and shout, You're not doing it right!

And then roll over in a huff. I tried turning

on the lights and showing him there was no spiders,

but he'd get furious that I didn't understand or see them.

Keep in mind, he had very little recollection of any

of these ongoings the next morning. And when he has them,

I just push him back down to the bed and say, no,

very firmly. And that puts the kibosh on it for

some reason. One of my favorites was when I woke

up to him jumping up on the bed in terror,

holding onto the wall and headboard for dear life, exclaiming,

there's a lobster in the bed. This was before I

really knew how to handle the night terrors. I turned

on the lights and peeled back the sheets, exposing no lobsters,

and very calmly talked him off the ledge. It took

almost 10 minutes of cajoling and lobster-free reassurances before he

would lay back down. I later surmised that our cat

most likely nibbled at his foot in his sleep, since

he usually lets her not at his feet during the day.

She's a toe-biter. Another one I like happened when I

had come home from my friend's house one night. It

was in bed, sleeping already. I was in the bathroom

off her bedroom, brushing my teeth. I hear him start

talking quietly and moving around, and I pause. The cat

flees the bed like a bat. I'm thinking maybe he

just pushed her off and she got mad. I go

back to brushing my teeth and hear him go, Yay! Yay! Yay!

I peek out into the room and he's sitting up

staring at me. We've got to land this plane now.

I tell him okay, lays back down and is asleep

within seconds. Apparently the cat didn't want to help land

the plane. Sounds like he's got some repression issues. Maybe.

Story two. Before I got married, I dated a woman

who I thought was the one. When we began living together,

she developed a habit of insisting on having all the pillows.

It wasn't a matter of just keeping a few for

herself or having enough to be comfortable. She wanted every

single pillow. Initially, I thought it was just a quirk.

She liked big, plush pillows, while I preferred a flat one,

which seemed reasonable enough. To accommodate her, I went out

to Bed Bath & Beyond and bought several more pillows.

I liked her, enjoyed her time together, and found her

physical relationship satisfying, so I was willing to be accommodating.

I handed over the pillows, thinking that would be the

end of it. However, that night she started trying to

take my one flat, slightly worn pillow, the one I

was used to. I asked if there was a specific

kind of pillow she preferred. hoping to solve the problem.

She told me she liked a particular style, so off

I went to Bed Bath & Beyond again for a

few more pillows of that type. Despite having eight pillows

in her possession, she continued to try and rest my

one pillow away from me each night. I asked if

I snored and suggested I could buy a different pillow

to help her sleep better. She agreed, so I went

back to the store for even more pillows. We eventually

had ten pillows. plus my own. Each night I'd find

a new pillow to use, only for her to pull

it away and add it to her growing pillow fortress.

Even when I hid my pillow in the closet, she

sought it out. She ended up creating a chaotic, uncomfortable

iron throne of pillows on her side of the bed,

with corners sticking out and making her restless. Despite the

number of pillows, she remained unsatisfied and uncomfortable, as though

no amount could ever be enough. I told her plainly,

I have one pillow, not zero pillows. If I wake

up and have none, We're done. She never took my

pillow after that, but we soon ended our relationship. Her

parting shot was, if you loved me, you'd give me

your pillow. I genuinely liked her and was attracted to her,

but in retrospect, I realized how lucky I was to

escape the situation. I shuddered to think what it would

have been like had we stayed together, especially if we

had more resources. Her behavior suggested a deep-seated need to

control and take everything to feel secure, which extended beyond pillows.

For instance, I noticed that she would take most of

the ice cream from the tub despite her small size.

Looking back, I'm not sure why I tolerated it for

as long as I did. Perhaps there were other factors

at play that kept me invested. However, years later, I

came across a piece of wisdom from the Dalai Lama.

Not getting what you want is sometimes a remarkable stroke

of good luck. That insight has helped me appreciate that sometimes.

What seems like a setback is actually a fortunate turn

of events. Sounds like you had some serious pillow talk.

Story three. I found out my husband leaves everything open.

so every drawer, door, cabinet that he opens will stay open.

He also found out I'm even clumsier than he thought,

and on my way to close one cabinet or drawer,

I'll definitely strike my head in an open cabinet or

trip over a drawer. Now he only leaves a few

cabinets open at a time. Progress. My husband literally leaves

everything open that can be opened, including, but not limited to,

DVD cases, shampoo bottles, browser tabs, toilet seats, and even

his fly. I'm also the clumsiest person I've ever heard of.

If I close my eyes, I will fall over. Fortunately,

we live in a single-story home because growing up, I

used to fall down the stairs about once a month,

and I would fall up the stairs once a week.

All this being said, he's very sweet and catches me

whenever I fall over. He puts his hand over my

head whenever I stand up so I don't strike anything,

and he moves anything slippery or trippable out of the way.

Story four. Obligatory, not after marriage, but after moving in together.

I would wake up early for work and tickle one

of his feet. It would snatch it back under the

cover quickly and then slowly push it back to its spot,

peeking out from under the blanket. I thought this was

a cute game he played whenever I was leaving for work,

and I did it every morning for almost two years.

One day after I had moved in, I did it

to him while he was awake, and he gave me

a confused look and asked, What are you doing? I

told him I was just trying to play our morning

tickle game, and he had absolutely no clue what I

was talking about. Turns out he's only ticklish when he's sleeping,

and I was unknowingly playing a game alone for almost

two years. I would stay the night at his place

frequently before we took the leap to actually get a

place of our own. Now we're happily married and I

still frequently attempt to tickle him. Story five. I literally

only discovered this the moment we were married that he

has a very romantic side. All the time we were

together before, I probably would have said I would have

liked a little more traditional romance. But I appreciated how

straightforward and pragmatic he was about other things and thought

I can't have it both ways. I could add that

he's a theoretical physicist. Who works with engineers and he

has a personality to match. He always said he thought

marriage was essentially meaningless. Eventually, for external reasons, we decided

to do it. I proposed to him, by the way,

with a new watch. We threw together a cheap little

ceremony in a few weeks to get it over with,

as we both put it. He put on a suit.

I put on my pretty dress. We had the officiant

there that I found on Yelp two weeks before and

got started. However, when it came time for the vows

and the ring exchange, I suddenly found myself facing a

very sentimental man. who was clearly deeply in love with

me and overjoyed to be marrying me. After that, the

same man who took years to feel comfortable holding my

hand in public for even five minutes was hugging and

kissing me in front of everyone at every moment he

could during the ceremony. Then he wanted to celebrate every weekiversary,

then every monthiversary. The romantic dinners and having the same

cake we had at our wedding. He starts celebrating at 12.01am

on our anniversaries. He gazes lovingly at his wedding ring

and always wants me to do the Wonder Twins thing

with him by clicking our rings together. Who'd think it?

Story six. He has a really hairy like a mustache,

but he has relatively sparse body hair everywhere else. We

tried to wax it once. I'd left over wax, Sally

Hansen Brazilian, if anyone was wondering, from doing it myself

and didn't want it to take up cabinet space. So

I talked him into letting me wax him. By the way,

we didn't have to trim it or buzz it since

it gets scratchy when the stubs come in. I hate

shaving my legs or girl parts for this very reason.

The hairs were too long for my epilator. This is

like an electric tweezer that does the job of plucking

all the hair out without the messy wax, and I

imagine it would hurt a lot more. We did his

knuckles and legs, and he didn't think it was too bad,

and one thing led to another. We decided to take

a look at his... It was weird. Like, why was

it mustache-y? Anyway, I dusted him with baby powder. This

way the wax doesn't stick to his skin, and applied

the hot wax. I probably should have trimmed it at

least with scissors first, because too much hair and hair wins.

The wax gets peeled off the paper as you're stripping

it off, so... All the pain and none of the reward.

Of course, he's screaming and freaking out from the pain,

and I start laughing hysterically. I'm someone who has that

thing where you don't have the right reaction sometimes, and

most of the time, if I'm scared or nervous, I

start laughing uncontrollably. This gets really weird, which was why

I hesitated to type it out. I have to apply

more wax because once the wax on his hair is

touched on another surface and then peels off, it loses

its stickiness. It's a huge mess at this point, too. So,

I try to get ice since it would numb the

skin and make it hurt less. I don't have ice

in the freezer, but what I do have is a

bag of individually packed frozen tuna from Costco. Eventually got

all the wax and hair off. I never tried it again,

and I still can't bring myself to buy packaged frozen

tuna from Costco, which I used to enjoy using to

make tuna tataki. Story seven. I'd known that he'd mentally

struggled throughout his life, but about five months after the wedding,

it really struck hard. We just bought a car because

he'd been doing well at his first full-time job. The

stress of needing to work or else crash down so

that I had to stop completely. He couldn't drive to

work because he'd shake. Every morning around 4 a.m., he'd

wake up to try to go to work, and I'd

stop him. We'd sit in the dark until he calmed

down enough to play a video game for a while.

These would happen around five times a day. They've dissipated

since he formally left the job, and we decided that

my income was technically enough. I had no idea that

it could be that severe, and I wish I could

take them away from him, at least so that he

could get more out of life. Since we decided he

won't work outside of home, we'd start at a family,

and he'll soon be a stay-at-home dad for our son.

Instead of filling my husband with terror, I've never seen

him so excited and confident in himself. Story 8. My

sister found out three years into our relationship that her

husband used to be an NFL wide receiver for the

Green Bay Packers. She thought he just played league football

casually with his friends. They were sitting around watching a

football game on TV and he knew really specific details

about certain players. She asked how he knew all this

and he said he was pretty good friends with him.

The conversation kept going and he finally confessed to playing

in the NFL with him. His family would never talk

about it either. She would be over at his house

and his sister told her that his college games were

pretty fun to go to. She never brought up that

he was a star wide receiver playing in front of 70,000 people. Well,

she obviously wasn't a football fan. Story nine. He has

an infuriating habit of throwing things away that shouldn't be

thrown away. He's an extremely clean person. And I love

that about him, but he takes it overboard. For example,

we'll have a half tub of butter and see another

tub at the store that's on sale for a decent price.

so we will buy the butter that's on sale. Well,

instead of using up the half tub of butter at home,

he'll just throw it away and open the new one.

He does this not just with butter, but with every

single food item you can think of. He also throws

away things that, in my opinion, are very important, but

in his opinion, are causing clutter, which you get super

anxious about. He has thrown away a DVD collection, our lease,

brand new clothes that myself or my kids haven't worn yet,

and so in his mind, never get worn, blankets, towels, shoes, etc.,

I tried to set up a box for him to

throw everything into instead of the garbage so that way

I can pull things out that I actually want and

then donate the other things to charity. But that didn't

last long. He literally threw the box away because it

was in the way. I also learned when we got

a dog that he's terrified to scold the dog for

any reason or raise his voice around it because he's

convinced the dog won't like him if he does those things.

That thought is devastating to him. Unfortunately, my husband is

probably the sweetest, kindest person you could ever hope to meet,

so It makes it really hard to stay angry at

him for any reason. Story 10. Not just after getting married,

but after being together almost 18 years. One night we

went to dinner at a friend's house. They're making pizzas,

which we don't often do. My wife offers to help.

Grabs some dough and starts spinning it on her fists

like a pro, tossing it high in the air with

a confident flourish. I had no idea. I mean, I

knew she did some time at a Little Caesars as

a teenager, but I guess I assumed they just pressed

the dough into pans there. I didn't ask and she

never brought it up. Turns out it's an attractive skill

for a lady to have. Confronted her about the they

don't hand toss at Little Caesar's problem. Apparently, she and

her co-workers would get bored enough between rushes to hide

in the walk-in and play with the dough, a not

significant portion of which ended up behind the shelves. Anyhow,

this was a frequent enough occurrence that they eventually developed

some skills. Ah, the curious downtime habits of the pre-cell

phone era. Story 11. My wife turned out to be

a bank robber. When we were dating, she told me

she had saved up money from working summer jobs and

babysitting while in high school. I thought, wow, she's responsible.

We got married, and shortly after, we set off for

our honeymoon. On the way, as we were cruising down

the highway, she turns to me and proceeds to tell

me that she didn't actually save up the money for

her honeymoon from part-time jobs like she said she had.

My heart skips a beat. She'd saved up over ten

times the amount she'd claimed. I figured we'd got the jackpot.

So we went on an extravagant, at least by my standards, honeymoon.

For an entire week, we lived like royalty. We did

it all. Visited every museum, ate at the fanciest restaurants,

rented boats, saw every show in town. It didn't matter

what it was. If we liked it, we bought it.

A $ 500 location-branded souvenir? Sure, why not? By the end

of the trip, we had spent an additional $ 6, 500. And

I wasn't even worried.

Speaker 1: Then we got home.

Speaker 2: It was a Sunday afternoon, and we both had to

return to work the next morning. When we walked in,

we noticed the answering machine was blinking with several messages.

This was back in 2000, before we had cell phones.

We played the first couple of messages, but then the

third or fourth one caught our attention. It was from

her boss at the bank where she worked, asking her

to call him immediately. He sounded serious and left his number.

At this point, I'm still unaware, but by Monday morning,

everything had unraveled. I learned that there was no magical

high school savings account. None of the money she had

told me about came from part-time jobs. Instead, she had

been regularly transferring money from a couple of large customer

accounts at the bank into her own account. The total amount?

worth of $ 7, 700. The bank was livid. The clients were furious,

and the authorities were already into investigating the whole thing.

Let me tell you, those investigators were intimidating, and I

quickly realized this was way bigger than I had ever imagined.

After several stressful meetings with the bank, it was decided

that if we made full restitution, they would impress felony charges.

That was a relief, but now we had a big problem.

My wife was jobless and unemployable. Meanwhile, I was desperately

trying to figure out how to pay back the $ 7, 700

in full, and fast, to avoid legal consequences. It felt

like the weight of the world was on my shoulders.

We scraped together every penny we had left from the honeymoon,

borrowed $ 500 from my parents, $ 5, 500 from mine, and added

my next paycheck into the mix. I had to ask

my parents to help pay back money my new wife

had stolen from a bank. But by the end of

the week, we managed to pay the bank in full.

Weeks passed, and things began to calm down. She got

a job. Thanks to some strings I pulled with manager friends,

we started the slow process of paying back our families.

We didn't hear much about the situation for a while,

and the immediacy of the crime seemed to fade into

the background. We even started to believe we might be

in the clear. Then, in 2002, two years after, we

were contacted and summoned to the court. We were still

pretty young and naive at the time, so we got

extremely lucky. The federal authorities were surprisingly reasonable, and since

the bank had been fully reimbursed, they didn't push for

heavy charges. It was a small-town bank, after all. and

they seemed more interested in moving on than dragging things out.

We took advice from the bank's representative, and honestly, at

that point, we were willing to do anything to put

this behind us. So she went into court without a lawyer,

pleaded guilty, and the judge gave her two years of probation.

There was also the stipulation that she could never work

at an FDIC-insured establishment again, which, given everything that happened,

seemed like a light punishment. And this is how my

life as a married man began. Story 12. She Can

Be Super Accommodating She left her work to come stay

with me, adjusted to my lifestyle like a champ. She

has been a constant pillar of support when I've been down.

I can only hope it matched her contributions to our relationship.

I've been really lucky. I moved to the U.S. for

my master's and completed a Ph.D. Later on, I got

married during the Ph.D. days, living literally below poverty line

with stipends. My wife has a master's in I.T. from

my home country. Began work right after studies, up until

a few months before she moved to the U.S. to

stay with me. The dependent visa won't allow for her

to have an SSN, let alone work here. We had

a tough time getting her driving license. She's battled through

months of helplessness, where I could only give a shoulder

for random unexplained crying bursts. Fast forward to the present.

I'm employed, but do not make nearly as much as

I should. There were no jobs in my field when

I graduated and took up whatever was available, besides adding

to my experience scale anyway. We're content, but not satisfied.

We're happy. I've often told her that I probably would

not have moved to stay with her and sacrificed my

career for it. But she did. That really is the

power of a relationship. Indeed. Anyways, if you're enjoying the video,

don't forget to hit that subscribe and like button for

more videos like this. Story 13. Not me, but my great-grandfather.

He got married again in his 70s to a woman

in her 60s. Everyone in the family didn't like her,

but my grand-grandpa's old and she makes him happy, so

everyone plays along. Eight years into the marriage, my ancestor

approaches my father, who has learned to trade and knows

some bookkeeping. Some stuff about money. Grand-grand starts asking these

questions like, how much household money do you give your

wife each month? Turns out my father was being taken

for a pretty penny. This woman received hundreds of marks

back in the day without carrying any of the expenses,

and she bunkered it all. Apparently, she had snuggled up

to the next rich dude at a senior's resort and

had banked on my grand-grand passing away from old age

before that. The genes run strong in that family. and

the old coot just wouldn't cooperate on that front. So

my grandfather got a divorce in his mid-80s by a

female judge. This was the early 90s. My great-grandmother, not

biologically related, learned a thing or two about my grandpa,

such as he was so fed up with what she

was doing that he was willing to go to prison

just to be rid of her. That's how deep his

dislike ran. The judge, at first, didn't want them to

get divorced and condemned to pass away lonely, so my

grandpa threatened to harm his wife in front of the

judge if she didn't do it. The judge was furious

and told him he'd be going to prison for the

rest of his days if he did that. My gramp-gramp,

God bless his soul, told her that he had survived

World War I, sleeping on the remains of former schoolmates

and eating nothing but rotten bread for weeks. The thought

of a warm jail cell with a radio and three

meals a day all for free did not scare him

at all. You'd be doing me a favor, Judge Lady.

The whole point of this is that my family can

still inherit some money from me before this takes it all,

and by sending me to the big house, you'd actually

make the state pay for my every expense and my burial.

Do not tell me this. I'm starting to like the idea.

Is what he told her. I'd say my great-grandmother learned

a thing or two about the sweet old man she

had been married to for eight years that day. Story 14.

He loves me. Not just parts of me. My husband

could care less about what I do with my life

as long as I'm happy. Stay home with a baby? Sure.

Work full-time? No problem.

Speaker 1: Have no kids?

Speaker 2: No worries. Have eight kids? Sure. Move out of the country? Sure.

Buzz cut your hair? Sure. Gain 50 pounds? Sure. Lose

50 pounds? Sure. Adopt 10 dogs? Sure. Change religion? Sure.

Get a PhD? Sure. I already have my bachelor's, but

I don't think he would care if I was a

high school dropout. I can't think of a single thing

that I would want to do that my husband wouldn't

be supportive of. He's practical, so some things would need

planning and compromise, but he would work hard to make

whatever is important to me into a reality. No matter

how much I change, I have no doubt that he's

there for me and loves that version of me just

as much as the previous version. Our relationship is built

on mutual respect and trying to make sure each other's

needs are fulfilled. I make sure he's happy. He makes

sure I'm happy. We both encourage each other to do

what fulfills us and work towards our goals. Story 15.

My first husband shared that he had a kid before

we met, which I don't have a problem with because

I love kids, and that there was a paternity test

proving it and a court order from the state for

him to pay child support, which he hadn't paid in

eight years. Yep, that marriage ended in divorce. It was

one of many things pointing to serious character flaws with him.

During our divorce, all he cared about was getting out

of having to pay child support for a daughter, so

I didn't even ask for it. His history showed he

wouldn't pay it anyway, but I did ask for custody,

which I was awarded. It felt that he got off

footloose and fancy free and boasted to our friends for

years about it. Our daughter is now in high school

and has blocked him on Facebook and on her phone. Sure,

after our divorce, he would come into her life once

in a while and take her to a theme park

or out to dinner, but a kid needs a father,

and he was never that for her. Instead, she got

to watch him drink and behave like a grade school

during her visits with him. She stopped wanting to go

to his house because of it, and I didn't force her.

He drove around in a new car, bragging about his $ 65, 000 income,

with a wallet stuffed with $ 100 bills which he went

without and had to wear second-hand clothes. My parents eventually

did help a lot, helping her to get braces and

educational support, things I couldn't afford as a single mom,

though I think that only made him feel like he

really didn't need to do anything, since her grandparents would

do it. He lived a fast partying and drinking life

for several years and went through some relationships. He has

a drinking problem and he is alone and lonely. But

now her daughter wants nothing to do with him. I

just can't seem to figure out why. He has asked

me on occasion, but my daughter has asked me not

to talk to him about it. So I didn't. She

did try to talk to him about it once, but

then he got defensive and told her that all she

cared about was money. He didn't understand that was a lie.

The money was only a symptom of a bigger problem.

If you want to know what's in a person's heart,

check their wallet and their calendar. person invests into the

things that are important to them. He did not invest

in our daughter. I didn't have much money or even

time as a single mom, but the money and time

I did have were invested in our daughter. If she

only cared about money, she would be angry at me

as well, considering the countless times she had top ramen

and eggs for dinner. I feel bad for him sometimes,

because he really doesn't get it. But most of the

time I feel like he made his bed and now

he gets delay in it. It's his roost. These are

his chickens. I see his posts on Facebook, Just the

other day, there was a post that said, four words

to write the scariest story you can. And he answered,

you are the father. He only sees kids as burdens.

She has become a wonderful young adult, very responsible, independent,

and smart. She's engaged now, has a great start to

her career, and has thousands in savings already. and is

planning her future. Any sensible man would be lucky and

proud to have her as a daughter. I'm now remarried,

and my current husband cares for her very much. He

invests in her because he loves me, so he loves

her too. He helps her without hesitation, without being asked.

She gave him a card on Father's Day, stating how

thankful she is that he's in her life, that any

man can be a father, but not every father is

a dad, and thanking him for being like a dad

to her. It brought tears to his eyes. We don't

plan to have children because of our age. We need

to save for retirement, but He's eagerly looking forward to

being a grandpa to my daughter's children someday. I can't

imagine someone feeling that this is a burden. We're not lonely.

Our home is not empty. It's full of love. Story 16.

I'm married but engaged. She has a very warped view

of what she does around the house versus what I do.

About once a month, she will make a comment about

me not contributing. I handle all the yard work, clear

the roof, replace the air conditioner filters in our crawl space,

do 90% of the shopping, do all the sweeping, which

our two dogs shed a lot, These fights generally happen

around the time that she's doing laundry all night because

she neglected it for a while. The deal, when we

moved in together, was that I handle the floors or yard,

she handles laundry. Also, every time we cook, she claims

to have done all the cooking, which drives me nuts.

I do all the chopping and prep, but she normally

takes over once the stove is involved. One thing that

I learned about myself is that I need alone time

every day. I'm pretty introverted, and she's an extrovert, so

when I get home from work, I just want to

sit and browse Reddit for a while. Luckily, she recognizes

that and completely understands. Story 17. That he really was

as messy as people tried to warn me about. I

thought it was just because he worked so much that

he never had time to pick up after himself. His

car was always a pig pen with bottles and trash

just tossed everywhere. When we started dating, he always kept

my side clean and the back picked up more. Same

for his room. He started to pick up more, so

I thought it was just because he was single and

worked two jobs, one being full time. His family and

friends warned me of how messy he was, but it

didn't click because I saw it differently. Well, as soon

as we moved in together, I was wrong. and his

family and friends were right. He was only less messy

because of me. When we started living together, he gradually

became more relaxed and ended up messy again. In our

ten years of marriage, I found a way to contain

his mess to only one area, which is his room.

He keeps the mess out of the main living area

and tries his hardest to keep other areas picked up.

I do have to remind him from time to time,

especially with his dirty clothes, but over the years he

has gotten a lot better. But boy, did it cause

many frustrations in the beginning. Story 18 Hubby is a hoarder.

I actually didn't realize it until about six years of marriage.

I thought I was just lazy about throwing stuff away.

One day I went in and cleaned his office, threw

away old receipts, magazines, and a mini disc player, and

he freaked out. He pulled it all out of the

trash and had to look at every single thing. I

managed to convince him to throw away most of it

since it was actual trash, but he wouldn't throw the

mini disc player away even though he hadn't used it

once since we met 15 years ago. Plus, he has

an iPod now for music. I should have picked up

on it earlier because he gets upset whenever I tidy

up a public space like the kitchen island. At the time,

I just thought it was annoying that he'd get mad

at me for cleaning up his stuff instead of thanking me. Luckily,

he has a bit of a sense of humor about

it and I can joke with him. No one is

perfect and it is something we work on. Story 19.

I married my husband after knowing him for six months.

We celebrated our two-year anniversary last month. Smooth sailing so far.

But there would obviously be a lot of things we

learned about each other as we went on. Mostly tiny quirks,

like that he hates dill pickles and dresses light for

the winter, that he likes Magic the Gathering and pretends

Friends is dumb but laughs at the jokes when I'm

watching it on Netflix. All the major things we knew

about each other already, childhoods, recent history, life goals, etc.,

it got really tipsy a little while ago. Truth serum tipsy.

I crawled into bed and I couldn't sleep, so I

figured I'd ask some questions because I'd never seen someone

truth serum tipsy before, and it seemed like a waste

to let it go. Only I couldn't think of anything

to ask him that I didn't already know. Do you

love me? Of course I love you, baby. Aw. Hmm.

What don't I know about him? I guess I don't

know what his favorite color is. What's your favorite color?

I don't have a favorite color. Well, I guess that

explains why I don't know what his favorite color is.

After that, he pulled me to him and we fell asleep.

Story 20. We married young and for nearly 25 years

before she passed away after a long illness. I miss

her a lot. We had an LDR, and after our wedding,

moved in together for the first time, sharing a bed

with anyone. I went into the marriage with an open

mind and no expectations other than monogamy and partnership, and

that worked out well. Some things I learned. Her dad

was a gypsy she had not seen since she was eight.

I learned her whole father's side of the family was

wanted by the FBI, ran carnivals and various scams up

and down the East Coast, and she was entranced by

the culture even though we never met them or interacted

with them, ever. The only times we found out her

father was still alive was when he tried to claim

her as a child dependent on his taxes. She was

26 at the time. She was born on Christmas Day

and was really bitter about it. Like, she never got

over it in her 43 years of life. She was

miserable because no one remembered it, despite calls from friends,

me and our son celebrating it. A huge point of

contention about the holiday that actually got worse as she

got older. She had thick, long, curly hair that shed

in huge quantities, but her hair never thinned or looked bad.

Just long hair everywhere. She's been gone for two and

a half years and I'm still finding it. No concept

of cleaning. None. Hated it. I find it cathartic, so

that worked out well. But it was so frustrating because

of how messy she was. If she made grilled cheese,

for instance, I'd find the pan on the stove. Cheese

still on the counter. Red bag open. Cabinet doors not closed.

Greasy spatula. Cheese wrappers, etc. I'd make one. And in

the time it took to cook, it put away clean dishes.

Put dirty ones in the dishwasher. Wiped down the stove

and counters. and put away stuff. After I cooked, the

kitchen was much cleaner than when I started. It amazed her.

She had a natural leadership ability she didn't seem to

understand or notice. She worked a lot in sci-fi and

anime conventions with me, and whenever she was in charge

of something, that was the it place to be. She

ran art shows, staff suites, even ran Katsukan for a year,

and people just gravitated to her. She was a self-made matriarch.

She could have been in politics if she didn't have

crippling self-doubt and blindness to her amazing organizational skills. She'd

wear clothes until they were literally falling apart. I had

to be the one secretly throwing away clothes, underwear, and

socks because I did the laundry. When she passed away

at 43, we donated clothes she still had since she

was a teenager in various drawers and closets. Story 21.

My husband was convinced that he was a neat freak.

The whole time we were dating, he was living in

someone's summer home just to keep a presence there while

they were in their real home. So I didn't get

to see him really in his own living conditions. They

also like to be very clean, so I figured it

would be perfect. At least we wouldn't have those kinds

of arguments. After a few months of being married, I

realized there was no getting around it. He wasn't a

neat freak in the slightest. He left a trail of

clothes and items all throughout the house, like a slug

with a slime trail. He did no cleaning. He refused

to put away laundry. I finally confronted him and asked

him why he told me he was a neat freak

when he obviously wasn't. It just looked to me confused,

finally reaching a moment of clarity. I really did think

it was a neat freak, but I guess it was

just the substance. Story 22. Apparently, sleepovers were something totally

foreign to him. I grew up sleeping over at friends'

homes and then coming to mine all the time. As

an adult, I figured when we had kids, we could

get a break every so often with a sleepover. Turns

out he's super against them. Like, not even letting our

kids sleep on the parents' home. He explained it as

a Hispanic thing. I had no clue at all this

was something people in his community didn't do. Turns out

that yes, in some Hispanic communities, sleepovers are taboo. But

that's because most of the family live under one roof.

But of course, my parents live in their own home.

We fought about it a few times because I couldn't

understand why he was so against our kids sleeping over

at their grandparents' home. I never even knew my grandparents

and wished I was given the chance my kids now

have to hang out with them. We eventually compromised and

allowed our kids to stay with my parents every so often.

But sleeping at a friend's home is not allowed. Story 23.

My partner's old school was having a fundraising day, so

we volunteered to help. There had been an accident in

the nearby motorway, so loads of people were being delayed.

The hired clown was running a few minutes late, so

a teacher asked if someone could fill in for two

or three minutes. I stepped up and did a few

minutes of juggling tricks. When I finished, she looked very

confused and said that I never told her that I

could do that. So I replied, you never asked. Then

a bit later, one of the bands was also running late,

so I volunteered to play the guitar and sing a

few Disney songs and get the kids to join in.

She was genuinely furious when I got off the stage.

When she asked why I didn't tell her I could

play the guitar, she did not find it amusing when

I replied again that she never asked. I get home

two hours earlier than her every day, so I use

most of that time to practice a hobby in her attic.

An official man cave, which she never goes into, so

there's a few things I'm alright at that she has

no idea about. It might seem odd not to tell her,

but she's a bit sensitive about the fact that I

have two extra free hours than she does, and I

know she'd be annoyed if she knew I was having

fun while she was traveling, so she's under the impression

that I spend most of that time cooking and cleaning.

Story 24. Thatcher gets vertigo and has a fear of

heights because of it. I didn't find that out until

after we'd been married for 11 plus years. I'd gone

to a consulting gig in Denver and was traveling back

home every weekend, but one weekend she visited with the

kids instead. I was showing her my corporate apartment in

the 30th floor of my building, with floor-to-ceiling windows and

a great view of the mounds, and she wouldn't come

any closer than five or six feet away from the window.

On another weekend, a few months later, we went for

a drive in Rocky Mountain, NP, and there were some

sheer drop-offs next to those mountain roads. I was driving.

She was on the passenger side. She kept telling me

to move the car more to the left, even though

I was nearly straddling the center line as it was.

Story 25. That her apartment was only clean when I

came by. Now that we live together, I've realized she's

a clutterbug like her mom and dad. She really can't

clean even when she tries. Nothing is physically keeping her

from doing it. I just think she never really learned.

What would take me an hour to clean up and

organize takes her four hours and isn't organized at all.

She recently cleaned our kitchen cupboards and basically just stacked

all sorts of them on top of each other so

all the dishes fit in three cabinets instead of five.

I've been living with this fiasco in the kitchen for

a month now because I don't have the heart to

tell her it looks and functions terribly. She was very

proud of herself. Finally, she can leave a mess in

every room of the house for months on end, but

if I leave a mess, it's a huge problem within

a day. I guess to her, it's just not messy.

Story 26. I'll answer the corollary question. My wife found

out that I had slowly become an atheist over the

course of three years. We'd been dating for four years,

went to church together, and kinda was your typical cultural

Christian people. Then after the fourth year, I started slowly

figuring out that she didn't really find out that I

was a full-blown atheist until a year into our marriage.

It pretty much came out when we were discussing the

creation story. I really don't know how the conversation started,

but I ended up saying that it's all BS. The

earth is 4 billion years old, evolution, etc, etc. Moses

didn't exist, and the Old Testament is nothing but Jewish

mythology about an angry war god. The conversation ended with

her crying, but fast forward two more years and now

she's an atheist too. Some people wise up to all

the religious BS at younger ages, but my wife and

I had to wait till our late 30s before we

started questioning it all. Essentially, I went first, then she

then followed suit. But it was a hard month thereafter

she learned of my deconversion. Because in her mind, she

married an atheist. Which, for some reason, is equated to

bad worshipping and a honeymoon phase of our marriage was

halted for a couple months. But three years married now

and we are living like honeymooners all over again. I

was one of the lucky ones. My wife chose love

over self-righteous judgment. She did what Jesus would do. And

for that, even though we aren't Christians anymore, we are

more Christian than we've ever been. Well, if you like

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