chumbler posted:

Weird incest fetish thing or not, Reagan did it and Pence does it, and are those associations you really want to have?

WampaLord posted:

My (23f) fiance (38m) is suddenly being very weird and told me the things I'm not "allowed" to wear this summer??

Psycho Society posted:

It seems pretty weird that she put him in her phone as daddy, you don't need to fetishize every interaction you have with someone.

Pick posted:

someone make this the new, like, national motto or something. start a campaign. I will donate, I promise

flick my Mr. Bean posted:

its so sexy when people make new national mottos and donate to campaigns.

Lonely Virgil posted:

My favorite daddy related r/relationship post was the dude whose girlfriend called his bother daddy during a get together. His friends were like "yo, she's cheating on you" and he went "nah".

flick my Mr. Bean posted:

After reading this thread, I feel like assuming your SO isn't cheating is jumping to conclusions.

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My wife [31F] just confessed to me that she kissed my brother [19M].Infidelity

Background story: I am 31 and my wife is also 31. We have been married for 2 years and have a 3-month old daughter. Before we got married, we dated for 8 years. She has known my family throughout these 8 years.

I have a younger brother, who is the son of my dad's second wife and technically my half-brother. He and I aren't all that close, mainly due to our differences in age. But we have always been on good terms with each other, no disagreements or anything like that. Our personalities are rather different though. He's very energetic and likes to have fun. He is also extremely handsome and tall with an athletic build, and has a reputation for being a massive flirt and a ladykiller.

A week ago, my brother came home from university to visit us for the weekend. Since then, I noticed my wife being a bit distant, but I didn't think much of it because I thought it was just due to stress. Last night, however, after my wife put our baby daughter to sleep, she found me watching TV in the living room and asked if we could talk. She went straight to it and confessed that last week, while my brother was home, they watched a movie together when I was at work (on a night shift). They were drinking wine and at some point they kissed. My wife says that it was my brother who initiated it, that he leaned in and kissed her. But she confessed that she kissed him back.

I know this sounds cliche, but I am so shocked that my wife would do that to me. I just sat there, not knowing what to say, half wishing that she was joking. She started to cry and say that she was sorry, that it was a spur of the moment mistake, that they didn't do anything else. I believe her because she sounded genuinely apologetic, but still I was angry. I asked her if she had feelings for my brother and she said that she really didn't, that she just found him physically attractive and stupidly decided to act on it.

I left for my nigh shift afterwards and when I came back in the morning she had written me a long letter saying how she regretted her actions and how she hates herself for being so foolish. She asked me again to forgive her and that nothing of the sort would happen again.

I'm inclined to forgive her because she seemed genuinely distraught and regretful. It sounded as if they had one too many glasses of wine and made a mistake. What is your take on this? Also, how should I deal with my brother? I know he is young and makes mistakes but this is something COMPLETELY different. I'm very angry at him as well and I'm disappointed that he has not said anything to me yet.

TL;DR: Wife of 2 years confessed that she kissed my 19 year old brother. She is extremely guilty and apologetic and I'm inclined to forgive her. My brother, however, has not said anything to me and I'm not sure how to deal with him.

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I work as an air ambulance pilot so I have 2 night shifts each week. I just went back to work two weeks ago because I stayed at home with my wife after our daughter was born. She is stay at home though and we also have a nanny that helps us out.

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My daughter was christened last Saturday and he's the godfather so he came for the church service.

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Me [26F] with my husband [32M], he keeps inappropriately pooping and refuses to address itNon-Romantic

submitted 13 minutes ago by p00p_problems

My husband and I have been together for 7 years, and there has been an understanding that he has stomach sensitivity issues. I used to attribute it to the fact that he was vegetarian, borderline vegan, from when he was 13-22 (due to ethical reasons), but he had begun eating chicken and fish a few years before we met and started dating. I am from a Hispanic family, and our food is much more caustic than what his Caucasian background (in terms of food and meals) was used to. I also really enjoy Korean and Indian cuisine pretty frequently as well.

It was obvious pretty early on in our relationship that his stomach would make frequent noises, and that he'd be gassy after certain meals, and that we'd usually have to be by a bathroom within about an hour or two after eating. Which, bodily functions are bodily functions, and everyone runs on their own clock. He normally tries to rationalize this by commenting on the amount of dairy that I use; however, this usually holds true whether or not there is dairy involved (although I do suspect that he is especially sensitive to dairy). This is neither here nor there, I am not trying to diagnose him with anything in terms of food sensitivities.

My issue here is this: within the past 6 months, my husband has pooped himself 4-5 times. The first time, it was kind of funny. He thought he had to fart, and well, he didn't. Whatever. It wasn't too big of a deal. The second time, it was much of the same and I definitely was a bit more firm in that he shouldn't try and gamble with farting anymore if he knows he might be heading to the bathroom. Today was either the fourth or fifth time it has happened, and as seriously and non-accusatory as possible, I tried to suggest that perhaps he see a Gastroenterologist, as this has never been an issue til this past year, and it has begun happening much more frequently. I understand this can be an embarrassing topic, but honestly, we have been together for so long and have touched on much more personal topics and have shared really truly embarrassing moments together. He got very upset, completely deflected the topic, and would not talk about it with me at all.

How can I get him to take me seriously, and perhaps take his health a little more seriously as well?

tl;dr: My husband has begun pooping himself rather frequently, and doesn't want to see a doctor. What to do?

Andrast posted:

I've never really understood people being so embarrassed about their medical issues that they will not see a doctor. The doctors do not care, they see way weirder and embarrassing poo poo every loving day.

Ride The Gravitron posted:

Mirthless posted:

the story within this story is "i'm lactose intolerant and my wife won't stop cooking with dairy because of her ~heritage~"

just stop cooking with milk and cheese, he's making GBS threads his pants, lady!

Ride The Gravitron posted:

Lol if he believes that baby is his

Werong Bustope posted:

Lactose intolerance doesn't make you poo poo your pants unless you're a literal baby.

Mirthless posted:

uh

have you just, uh, never had bad diarrhea before?

WampaLord posted:

I got a lot of grief over not having the magical fart stopping butthole, so I'm having a lot of fun right now.

Diarrhea still gives you a heads up, you shouldn't be pooping your pants.

Mirthless posted:

uh

have you just, uh, never had bad diarrhea before?

it shouldn't be a common problem and he should definitely see a doctor but lactose intolerance can absolutely make you poo poo your pants

Werong Bustope posted:

I am lactose intolerant my dude, have been all my life. So yeah, I'm intimately acquainted with bad diarrhoea, thanks. If you're not in the middle of the motorway/wilderness/etc. and you can't make it to the bathroom before you poo poo yourself there's something wrong with your sphincter.

Mirthless posted:

btw if you can't stop yourself from farting how do you keep yourself from making GBS threads your pants when you have diarrhea? farts gone wrong are the leading cause of shat pants

Mirthless posted:

Ok, we agree he needs to go to the doctor, but would you put up with your partner refusing to cook without dairy?

Mirthless posted:

just stop cooking with milk and cheese, he's making GBS threads his pants, lady!

Ride The Gravitron posted:

He got very upset, completely defecated the topic, and would not talk about it with me at all.

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My flatmate, codename Flatmate, moved in around the start of June and it swiftly became clear we have very different ideas of how to conduct yourself while living together.

There have been a couple of problems but the biggest one is how he leaves and uses the kitchen. I am not a neat freak, and I tend to clutter up spaces, but I make sure to leave them usable and clean if nothing else. Even if I don't do my washing up immediately, I will not leave things in the sink, for example. Flatmate constantly leaves things in the sink, soaking in dirty, smelly water, and not deal with it for a couple of days. When he does wash up he often leaves bits of food stuck to plates and when I move them back to the washing up pile he will just put them back in the cupboard again. He cooks using my pans, without having asked if he could, then won't clean them within a day.

Not only that, but I'm a vegetarian and he will use them to cook meat, not wash them up immediately, and I don't have any confidence that he cleans them closely enough to make sure all of his meat is gone. Once he did a roast then somehow managed to get grease over the entire hob and didn't clean it up.

He's gone away for two days and I just came back home to find a stack of unwashed pans and dishes next to the sink, in the sink, and on the hob. I don't want to do his washing up for him, can't afford to eat out, but can't use the stove or even wash up after myself. I was planning to clean the kitchen while he was away but quite frankly I don't want to touch his things. (Which are actually mostly my things. Covered in grease.)

He's a busy guy but he's home more often than I am and hasn't done any cleaning since he got here. Aside from this he's very pleasant. I don't know how to bring this up with him but I'm at the end of my rope. I don't feel comfortable in my own house any more! To make things worse(?) we have conflicting schedules so I hardly even ever see him. Reddit, how do I handle this? I'm not very good with confrontation and I don't want to live the next four months with my flatmate resenting me, especially when all the bills are in my name.

tl;dr: My very busy flatmate leaves the kitchen in a mess and it's disgusting and I don't know how to approach him about it. Help.

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So a few people messaged me asking for an update. I thought I'd make a thread. Here's a link to the old one.

I sat Flatmate down a couple of days after making that thread (I think I interrupted some sexytimes with his gf, oops) and asked that he keep the sink clear so I could actually use it. He goes, "oh, ok, that's fair," and manages to keep it clear for a week more-or-less. About a week after that, I have to go away for about a week. I'm only back for another couple of weeks until I leave for a month to see my parents (they live overseas and I only get to visit them once every six months or so). In between the two trips things are mostly OK. The flat needs a clean but it could be worse. Kitchen was mostly usable.

Then... I came back. I was slightly afraid to see what sort of state the flat would be in. Not unjustly, as it turns out. It was obvious it hadn't been cleaned at all, no hoovering (even though the hoover was out), nothing. The bathroom floor was covered in dirt. My bathmat had mould growing on it. There was a smell in the kitchen. And worst of all, when I walked into the sitting room the first thing I noticed was that the windows were covered in flies. Not long after I discovered why: Flatmate had somehow let maggots into the living room and they had burrowed into the carpet.

I opened the windows and confronted flatmate. He goes "We (gf and I) were wondering where the flies had come from, don't know how the maggots got there, are those what maggots look like?, as you can see we haven't disrespected the place..."

Um. OK. I don't understand how you don't notice maggots, but whatever. I couldn't figure out where they had come from so I didn't really want to assign blame. The next day his gf does some hoovering (just the main cluster of maggot husks, mind, there were still more around and she didn't bother doing any more of the carpet) and I find out what was attracting the flies. There was a full bag of rubbish out behind the bin in the kitchen -- where the vacuum cleaner is kept -- that neither of them had noticed. Not the smell. Not even when moving the vacuum cleaner. This is literally the line that Flatmate told me.

I tried to move the bag and then live maggots started spilling out. Lovely! Luckily my wonderful boyfriend was there with me (we had been intending to clean the house) and together we managed to get rid of them. Then we cleaned the floor with bleach and did the bathroom too. Not once did Flatmate or his gf ask if they could help.

The next day I did all the counters and hoovered properly. Flatmate was there while I did the kitchen and scrubbed the hob. Literally the only contribution he made apart from washing my bath mat after I'd already washed it(??). Since then the flat has been slowly going the same way again, in spite of me trying to remind him to not leave food out, not leave the sink full of dirty stagnant water, etc. I hate nagging him, I hate feeling like his mum.

I feel like he's starting to resent me. Frankly, I am stressed as gently caress and try to spend as much time away from the flat as I can, which is obviously not ideal. I have been trying to sort my room out as much as I can so at least I have a safe haven but it's been hard going (due to lack of storage space mainly; my room is quite small). I think he's trying but it's not really good enough and at this point I am just counting down the days until our lease ends so I can gtfo somehow (despite being unemployed with no prospects at the moment).

tl;dr: Maggots. loving MAGGOTS.

Lonely Virgil posted:

I don't trust people who say they've never poo poo their pants once in their adult life.

Lonely Virgil posted:

I don't trust people who say they've never poo poo their pants once in their adult life.