Mirthless posted:

UGH

WHO THE gently caress THINKS IT'S NORMAL AMERICAN CUSTOM TO WEAR YOUR SHOES IN THE HOUSE????

I've lived in Michigan and Oklahoma, I have family in many different states, I have never been anywhere where it wasn't generally accepted that you take your drat shoes off when you go in the house unless you've got hardwood floors and somebody at home who doesn't mind scrubbing them. Walking around inside with your shoes on is a white trash thing, and it's not even a polite white trash thing

Edit: I mean sure there are many way worse things you can do and many people don't care but God drat dude makes us sound like barbarians for Christ's sake

Moridin920 posted:

I mean I'm fully aware that LEGO is objectively a waste of money because it is a bunch of plastic bits but idk man I like that poo poo it is relaxing.

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as well as a class difference

Pvt.Scott posted:

We're both being a little pedantic. I assume you don't have 500 Lego kits. If you do, hopefully you don't have them all out at once.

LethalGeek posted:

You're all a bunch of smartasses

InediblePenguin posted:

This is legitimately a regional difference as well as a class difference, even though it coincidentally hasn't been the norm in the specific regions you're familiar with. This topic starts pages-long arguments, which is stupid. Your level of aggression about it is unwarranted.

Pick posted:

Our rule was "oh finally we can take off our shoes, providing we were wearing them when we left the house"

gently caress shoes

54 40 or gently caress posted:

I never got shoes in the house. What in the hell? That's unheard of in Canada

Moridin920 posted:

Where it snows and turns the ground to snowy dirty muck that tracks little pebbles everywhere.

Antivehicular posted:

I'm still picturing what 500 Funko Pops floor to ceiling in a single room looks like. Just picturin' those 1000 button eyes staring at me: lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a shark's eyes

54 40 or gently caress posted:

This response confuses me further

Antivehicular posted:

I'm still picturing what 500 Funko Pops floor to ceiling in a single room looks like. Just picturin' those 1000 button eyes staring at me: lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a shark's eyes

Moridin920 posted:

As opposed to where I am where it is hot and dry 90% of the time and there's nothing you're really tracking in all over the floor anyway so who cares?

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Me [27 M] with my Wife [26F] I washed her childhood stuffed animal and destroyed itRelationships
submitted 2 years ago * by IKilledATeddy

My wife has a stuffed animal that she has had since she was born. We'll call it "Teddy" even though it is a dog. Anyway, she loves that loving stuffed animal. It is... er... was, her favorite thing. Her grandmother (who passed away when my wife was 10), gave it to her and it has kind of been her security blanket throughout her entire life. When my Wife's mother would get physical/abusive, she would clutch the thing in cry. She told me on more than one occasion her mother tried to throw it away as she got older. She had to dig through the trash and "save" it and hid it from her mother until she was away at college. At one point when she was younger, her mother threw it in the dryer and singed the hair and laughed when she gave it back to her. Her mother wasn't a nice person, but that's neither her nor there, I'm just trying to tell you the connection she has with Teddy. Whenever she's been sick or had an injury/surgery, Teddy has been in bed with her comforting her.

Anyway, a few weeks ago, my wife found out she was pregnant. We haven't told anyone yet (hence the throwaway account), and have been trying to keep my wife healthy throughout the flu season. She works as a teacher so we've been trying really hard to be sanitary.

Long story short Teddy was filthy. Just absolutely disgusting after years of cuddling, sweat, tears, drool, and the occasional trash dive. I'd been after her for years to wash the thing but she was against it because of the dryer incident. I was finally able to convince her last night that it was time to wash it for her health's sake. We washed it on delicate and then put it on tumble dry (the tag was so faded and frayed you couldn't read the washing instructions), but our drier is a piece of poo poo and Teddy got caught somehow and was ripped apart inside the dryer beyond repair.

My wife is absolutely devastated and I feel so ridiculously guilty. I kept apologizing and she kept crying. She took the day off work today, partly because she is having bad cramps from the pregnancy, partly from the sadness of losing the favorite thing from her childhood. She was up in bed this morning crying because she was sick, and also because she didn't have Teddy there to be with her.

I feel like I hosed up something fierce here reddit, how do I fix this? Is there a way to fix this? How do I make this all better?

Edit 1
I had no idea that these things could be fixed so easily. Users have been PMing me etsy links, stuffed animal hospitals, and seamstresses that can fix these things. I'm going to gather the remains of Teddy tonight and send a photo to one of these people, one of which is in the same state as we are. Hopefully they'll be able to fix Teddy and possibly make him look like he did even before her mom melted him in the dryer the first round. If that isn't an option then I'm going to do what /u/skyscan1 suggested and use Teddy's remains to make a few more stuffed things for the future baby. Thanks for the help guys.

Edit 2
TIL Reddit loves stuffed animals. Like a whole lot. I did not anticipate this much help/support. Seriously thank you all.

Edit 3
A friend of her family is a professional seamstress and said she could get Teddy back right as rain. I would have taken any one of the seriously 10+ redditors that said they would do it for free but the convenience of the friend is too good to pass up (she also said she'd do it for free). So not only should Teddy get fixed, he should be good and we don't have to worry about him being lost through shipping. The wife has hope but it is tempered at the moment. I am excited to see how it turns out. I showed her this thread and all the support that came with it and she was moved to tears. If the seamstress doesn't get it all together then she will entertain the build-a-bear idea. Thanks again guys.

Pick posted:

Our rule was "oh finally we can take off our shoes, providing we were wearing them when we left the house"

gently caress shoes

Antivehicular posted:

I'm still picturing what 500 Funko Pops floor to ceiling in a single room looks like. Just picturin' those 1000 button eyes staring at me: lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a shark's eyes

Pick posted:

54 40 or gently caress posted:

like that scene in "The Birds"


But you could be walking on hobo piss and glass and poo poo, take your shoes off so it's just nice clean socks
so weird

Pick posted:

Moridin920 posted:

Idk that's why I vacuum and stuff though? I just ran the steam cleaner over the carpet this last weekend (well my gf did). I mean I take my own shoes off but when someone comes over to kick it nah. I don't need to smell their smelly socks.

Why are you walking on hobo piss and glass anyway???

Pick posted:

54 40 or gently caress posted:

I never got shoes in the house. What in the hell? That's unheard of in Canada

Improbable Lobster posted:

I'm Canadian and I never keep my shoes on inside, what the gently caress is wrong with you? Do you like dragging in slush and mud?

Mameluke posted:

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I'm sorry if I made you feel being betrayed but I can do nothing about it. You can save this email and post it to the public when I get famous. You are more of a cooperator than a friend to me.

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I can no longer handle any further instruction from you = I'm done listening to you. I may remove it to avoid trouble but I'm definitely gonna put it somewhere else. Not just
for my application but I want all my friends to see because I'm loving proud of it. NO ONE STANDS IN MY WAY.

WrenP-Complete posted:

Husband turned into a Cross-Dresser and I love him a LOT less. Is it cruel or kinder to be honest?
submitted 5 years ago by thesparksagoner

Married nearly 4 years, together close to ten. We're 29 and 30.

I always knew he had a kinky side and we bought a lot of sex toys together. Shortly before we got married he revealed that (sorry if too much detail!) he liked to tie himself up when I was out of the house and he would use my vibrators anally. I kind of got past that and didn't think too much about it.

Last year he started heavily using drugs, 4 times a week or so, and in that period he started dressing up to act out his solo fantasies. I was a bit uncomfortable with how frequent it was getting, and that he was buying himself sexy spike heeled boots off eBay and women's clothing all the time. In ten years, he's never once bought ME sexy lingerie! I asked him to tone it down, or just not do it while I was in the house, as I found it weird and uncomfortable being around him dressed like that. You can't take a man seriously as a lover when you've seen him tottering around in stripper heels, wearing fake boobs that are ridiculously oversized and make him look like a clown with balloons stuck up its sweater, and he thinks he's HAWT.

Anyway, he was unwilling or unable to keep it out of my way, and there was one day I walked in as he was putting his costume away after a masturbation session. I backed off, but then came back a little later and he was trying on another outfit. I guess that was the point where I realised that he can't help himself, and it's not just a masturbation prop. He is what he is. And I lost all desire for him from that moment. He's stopped doing drugs but the outfits and patent leather stripper heels are here to stay. He keeps them out of my way, mostly, but... too late, the lust vanished in an instant. I still can't believe how fast it went.

That was nearly nine months ago. I spent the first three months very angry, because I remember very strongly what it was like to be in a relationship with someone I worshipped and desperately wanted to shag all the time. The loss of that element was (and is) very bitter and sometimes I couldn't stop myself lashing out; I'd snap and bitch when I found his dress-up clothes in the washing, or that he'd stolen and used some of my clothing or accessories. By April I got over it, and I spent the summer grieving for my old passion. Every time I heard an Adele song on the radio, or saw an old photo of him as a younger guy, it would be really hard to hold back the tears and I pretty much cried all the time I was on my own, or wrote endless Reddit posts and never submitted them. Then I went away for a few weeks, and when I realised I never thought of him sexually at all - and when I did, had a brief mental 'ew' reaction because I will always, ALWAYS picture him in ballet boots and a pencil skirt - I realised, it's dead and gone. Now I feel nothing. It's not personal. I'm just really not attracted to cross dressers, and it was a massive turn off.

Thing is, I'm still here. He's my best friend and 10 years on, I still adore him. When we met up after me going away he had obviously had a hard time being by himself and really, really missed me. And to be selfish and honest, I really missed sex. My sex drive is as high as ever, and physically, you know, it still feels good. He just doesn't give me the spark anymore, and the part of sex that is mental and comes from being with someone you are really attracted to, rather than just the physical sensation, is flat. So I almost never come any more, but that just makes me want sex more because I am now never satisfied. And I'm getting it less, because he knows something is up, and he feels intense pressure to perform because I'm never satisfied! drat downward spiral

Everything else is great. We're good friends, we bought a house a year ago and it's finally taking shape, we own three cats and have a lot of fun together. I really don't want to bring it all crashing down, I desperately don't. But at the same time, for myself, I'm done being upset about it and now I really want some romance and to have sex again with somebody I desire. It's left a giant hole in my life and I miss it.

Think I should have that talk with him? Or leave it til after Christmas? I'm concerned that if it goes on much longer, it may all come out in alcohol one day and I won't be able to control the delivery. Telling the love of your life that you are put off by them sexually isn't an easy conversation to have at any point. I don't know what to do!

Barudak posted:

Cross dress wife buried the "hes gotten really into drugs" far down in there.

WrenP-Complete posted:

Husband turned into a Cross-Dresser and I love him a LOT less. Is it cruel or kinder to be honest?
submitted 5 years ago by thesparksagoner

Married nearly 4 years, together close to ten. We're 29 and 30.

I always knew he had a kinky side and we bought a lot of sex toys together. Shortly before we got married he revealed that (sorry if too much detail!) he liked to tie himself up when I was out of the house and he would use my vibrators anally. I kind of got past that and didn't think too much about it.

Last year he started heavily using drugs, 4 times a week or so, and in that period he started dressing up to act out his solo fantasies. I was a bit uncomfortable with how frequent it was getting, and that he was buying himself sexy spike heeled boots off eBay and women's clothing all the time. In ten years, he's never once bought ME sexy lingerie! I asked him to tone it down, or just not do it while I was in the house, as I found it weird and uncomfortable being around him dressed like that. You can't take a man seriously as a lover when you've seen him tottering around in stripper heels, wearing fake boobs that are ridiculously oversized and make him look like a clown with balloons stuck up its sweater, and he thinks he's HAWT.

Anyway, he was unwilling or unable to keep it out of my way, and there was one day I walked in as he was putting his costume away after a masturbation session. I backed off, but then came back a little later and he was trying on another outfit. I guess that was the point where I realised that he can't help himself, and it's not just a masturbation prop. He is what he is. And I lost all desire for him from that moment. He's stopped doing drugs but the outfits and patent leather stripper heels are here to stay. He keeps them out of my way, mostly, but... too late, the lust vanished in an instant. I still can't believe how fast it went.

That was nearly nine months ago. I spent the first three months very angry, because I remember very strongly what it was like to be in a relationship with someone I worshipped and desperately wanted to shag all the time. The loss of that element was (and is) very bitter and sometimes I couldn't stop myself lashing out; I'd snap and bitch when I found his dress-up clothes in the washing, or that he'd stolen and used some of my clothing or accessories. By April I got over it, and I spent the summer grieving for my old passion. Every time I heard an Adele song on the radio, or saw an old photo of him as a younger guy, it would be really hard to hold back the tears and I pretty much cried all the time I was on my own, or wrote endless Reddit posts and never submitted them. Then I went away for a few weeks, and when I realised I never thought of him sexually at all - and when I did, had a brief mental 'ew' reaction because I will always, ALWAYS picture him in ballet boots and a pencil skirt - I realised, it's dead and gone. Now I feel nothing. It's not personal. I'm just really not attracted to cross dressers, and it was a massive turn off.

Thing is, I'm still here. He's my best friend and 10 years on, I still adore him. When we met up after me going away he had obviously had a hard time being by himself and really, really missed me. And to be selfish and honest, I really missed sex. My sex drive is as high as ever, and physically, you know, it still feels good. He just doesn't give me the spark anymore, and the part of sex that is mental and comes from being with someone you are really attracted to, rather than just the physical sensation, is flat. So I almost never come any more, but that just makes me want sex more because I am now never satisfied. And I'm getting it less, because he knows something is up, and he feels intense pressure to perform because I'm never satisfied! drat downward spiral

Everything else is great. We're good friends, we bought a house a year ago and it's finally taking shape, we own three cats and have a lot of fun together. I really don't want to bring it all crashing down, I desperately don't. But at the same time, for myself, I'm done being upset about it and now I really want some romance and to have sex again with somebody I desire. It's left a giant hole in my life and I miss it.

Think I should have that talk with him? Or leave it til after Christmas? I'm concerned that if it goes on much longer, it may all come out in alcohol one day and I won't be able to control the delivery. Telling the love of your life that you are put off by them sexually isn't an easy conversation to have at any point. I don't know what to do!

MF_James posted:

I mean obviously that's not her main hangup and he did stop... Not that it's OK he did it, but that's not what killed it for her.

WrenP-Complete posted:

he would use my vibrators anally

Subjunctive posted:

Hope he was into bleach play too.

Mirthless posted:

I imagine the drugs were probably responsible for the escalation and complete loss of shame and inhibition that took it to that point, though

If drugs make something you already enjoy feel really crazy good and that thing is already kind of risky and weird you should probably not make it a habit of combining them

this dude went from having a weird kink to being literally addicted to crossdressing