kru posted:

Excuse my ignorance, what's Norco?

kru posted:

Excuse my ignorance, what's Norco?

DominoKitten posted:

Our newborn is three weeks old and my (24/F) Fiance (27/M) admitted he won't stop cheating on me


...well that's a new one.

DominoKitten posted:

Our newborn is three weeks old and my (24/F) Fiance (27/M) admitted he won't stop cheating on me


...well that's a new one.

andrew smash posted:

No, somebody post it

WampaLord posted:

Just realized my [34/f] husband [35/m] is a like a social chameleon?


loving

Reddit, my husband is good at being social, did I marry a monster?

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So this might sound weird, I don't know. We've been together since high school, he was my first partner but I wasn't his. He was that all American star highschool athlete and I was kinda normal and just stuck to academics. We've been married 10 years. And I'm absolutely in love with him. 

But something clicked with me over the weekend. He's always gotten what he wanted, he has a job way out of his education range and honestly probably his skill range. Everyone I know absolutely loves him. He's the life of the party, people talk about him like he's on a pedestal. I've always thought this was fantastic like how did I get so lucky to have such a great husband. But I've noticed something very concerning after really thinking about it and watching how he acts. 

He can completely change his personality and demeanor to exactly match what the mood and people around him find favorable. Like at the drop of a hat. It's honestly scary. We can be an event and as we go between groups or talking to other couples, he completely changes. He almost even looks different. I know this sounds crazy but now that I've noticed it, I can't unsee it. And he remembers every minute detail about these people. He'll see someone that he talks to once a year at this event and remember his kids ages and interests. 

But the issue is, who the hell is my husband. Do I know the real "him" or is his persona with me just one of many that he knows I find favorable? I don't feel like I've ever been manipulated or made to do something I don't want but who knows, he could have Eskimos asking him to sell them snow. I feel like I'm married to some weird cult leader where the members don't even know they're in a cult. And now I wonder if he loves me or I'm just someone who he's found easy to manipulate? 

Should I ask him about this? He's just so good with conversation i feel like whatever he tells me will be hard for me not to believe and to believe at the same time. I feel like I'm going crazy. I've never met a person like this who can just do this. I don't know what to do. 

tl;dr husband is able to change his "persona" at whim and make everyone love him and I'm not sure if I know him or I'm under his spell

tactlessbastard posted:

quote:

Hi,

Fours years ago I met this girl in my art class and we hit it off really well. Initially it started with a bet from my friends to talk to the prettiest girl in our class. Of course they bet against me but the odds were in my favor. We ended up having a lot in common and I started to fall for her hard. However I later found out she has a boyfriend. Initially I wanted to cut ties because my head wasn't in the right place but she was too good of a person to lose so I didn't go through with it.

Fast forward, it was the last day of class and I was dropping her off at her place. Before she left she took my phone and put her number in it. I was shocked because I never experienced that before. I didn't have her number prior so all of the contact was in class. We ended up texting each other all night and that later led to hangouts. It was a bad mix because I didn't know whether or not I was getting friendzoned. I wanted to homewreck so bad becaue her boyfriend was abusive but morally it was wrong. One day I made a distasteful joke because usually we roast each other due to our extremely dark humor. I thought it wasn't bad at first but she ended up not texting me afterwards and the day after that.

It was my biggest regret in life and I lived with it until now. I always think about her from time to time because "she was the one that got away". I did move on with my life and got into a 2 year relationship with another girl. We recently broke up and I had a lot of time to think about my life overall. I really do want to fix this relationship but I didn't know how. Throughout the last 4 years I kept seeing my friend on campus but I couldn't get myself to say anything or at least apologize.

I assumed she graduated last year because that was when I saw her last. I decided to retrace the routes I kept seeing her on, hoping that I would bump into her again and just my luck I did. She didn't see me and I still couldn't get myself to call out her name amongst the crowd. Now I'm just walking around those routes to bump into her again because this time I'm ready but I don't know if she wants to rekindle our relationship. I'm not really sure if her boyfriend knew about me but he did try to stare me down 4 years back when I randomly saw him in a coffee shop. I don't know if I over analyzed or not but now I'm thinking it was him behind her ending our communication. I just don't know anymore.

Sorry for the novel but I need help bad.

TLDR: I'm trying to rekindle an old relationship but I really have no clue as to why it ended in the first place.

Palpek posted:

I'm (24M) trying to rekindle a relationship that I lost 4 years ago with my friend (23F) that I had feelings for.

Hmm, should the Nice Guy keep stalking the girl? It's tough.

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ong time lurker (about 5 years) and first time post cause my life has never been very interesting. inc lots of text. TL;DR at bottom

I began my relationship with Nikki about a year and a half ago. honestly the way we met had me believe in destiny; when I was at the lowest point in my life she was like the sunlight to me. that's the only word that can describe her personality. we never had that "dating" or "honeymoon" phase as people call it because we started as a LDR and friends that slowly grew into something more. I was able to get a decent job in a big city, a 800 sq ft 1bd/1ba apartment, and a brand new car through the support and motivation Nikki provided me. shortly after I settled in, she flew across the globe to be with me and develop our small home together. this was incredibly brave of her and she put a lot of trust in me, as she has no friends or family in my town. we had talks of our future together, how we wanted daughters specifically, and eventually I was convinced she was the one.

we've definitely argued in the past and every time we somehow were able to soften our stances and reach an agreement. through these fights I've grown a great deal personally: I've recognized I have anger issues, I've researched coping mechanisms to calm myself down, tried to think less emotionally and more logically, even became more aware to check my tone as it can rise quickly. I will admit, during one of these past arguments I did "kick her out" of the apartment (claiming it was "mine" in a fit of rage and she was no longer welcome). after this incident I promised her "I will never kick you out again. this is our home." all of our fights and arguments combined does not supplant the nightmare of last night.

I won't go into all the specifics but for the past three days we have had this dark air between us that we were not communicating. we ended up sleeping separately two of the three nights which is a pretty big red flag in our relationship. we both reached a tipping point when we finally decided to take some space for the night, and I took the couch. I was just about to fall asleep when I get this text from her: "Try not to wake me up when you get your clothes tomorrow. I don't want to see or hear you." I wake up every morning at 6:30am for work. Nikki is currently working part-time and is usually asleep during this time. until this point I was handling my anger over the past few days really well, my coping mechanisms were working and I was able to be apologetic, but this text made me more furious than ever and I exploded. I stormed into the bedroom, threw some work clothes in a bag, and started another fight with Nikki. she would either ignore me flat out or reply with some very negative, immature remarks, at which point I had enough and threw the blanket off her. things escalated quickly (I was a fireball at this point) and I broke up with her. I became possessive over my bed and room and told her she can sleep on the couch until she finds somewhere else to go.

we were in each others faces when she started to poke my chest and get physical. when I realized she wasn't going to leave the bedroom, I threatened to smash her new MacBook Pro against the wall. when I picked it up, she jumped on me and clawed at me until she got it back, and in the tussle of doing so, I pushed her out the bedroom door and slammed the door. I went into the closet and grabbed a handful of her clothes, and when I opened the door back up she was on the ground curled in a ball, crying. being a blinded rear end in a top hat I threw her clothes beside her, at which point she darted straight back up and was up in my face again getting physical. we said some of the most vile and disgusting insults at each other, and out of nowhere BOOM left hook to my jaw. I was standing with my hands to my side as she continued to assault my face with closed fists, right-left-right-left, connecting fully probably about 8 times. she isn't very strong and in the middle of her fit she knew she was doing no damage so she stopped. I never ONCE hit her back. I did continue to argue at her when she was done and in that instant I determined that her hitting me marked the point of no return. I had it with her and I broke my promise; I kicked her out with no friends or family at 2:00 in the morning. she refused to leave and we were still very heated so I threatened to call the cops to drag her out of the apartment. she thought I was bluffing until I started dialing the number, at which point she attacked me again and punched me in the balls twice, trying to crush them and rip them off with the last one. at this point I ran into the public hallway of the apartment and called the police on her.

while the police were on their way I continued to gather all her things into a pile in the living room. she took this opportunity to turn her Facebook Live on, and with expert level acting skills she went from crazy eyes to bawling to all her viewers. she started the video off by mouthing "help me" to the camera and switching the camera to show me gather her things and throw it in the pile. all the random white-knights that have been thirsty for her for years came out of the woodworks to defend her, after all she framed me like I physically abused her and beat her from that ONE push out my bedroom doorway. she was holding her MacBook Pro when she fell, and there is a 3ft. gap to a solid wall out my bedroom door. if I "shoved her to the ground" like she said, her MacBook would be broken and she would have landed face first into the wall. her MacBook doesn't even have a scratch and her only injury was a small rugburn on her left knee. I caught onto her recording me at which point I said loud enough for the viewers to hear "hey make sure you tell them you hit me in the face and didn't hit you back AT ALL." she cut the stream and after reviewing the video herself she deleted it, replacing it with a status update that STILL framed me like I actually hit her and beat her.

I never truly sensed the depth of just how manipulative and conniving Nikki could be until last night. after all was said and done it was 5AM and I didn't even sleep. I slugged through work and here I am writing this as soon as I got home. I still love this girl a lot, I feel it deeply. I'm so conflicted as to how to move forward with this. we've made some big life plans together that are coming up and deep down all I want to do is support her and make her dreams come true. I've offered to put her up in a hotel because I still care, I would never just throw her into the streets like a homeless person, but she refused "I don't want your money." she's currently living out of her car in my apartment complex.

TL;DR fight to end all fights happened last night. culminated in getting the hell smacked out of my nose and jaw, and my balls punched twice and almost crushed. I never laid a hand on her. she tried manipulating the situation and make me look like I beat her. deep down I know this isn't the Nikki that I love, she's lost in there somewhere. what do I do?

rear end cobra posted:

this is good mark corrigan fanfiction

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 and out of nowhere BOOM left hook to my jaw. 

slouch posted:

it's a painkiller with hydrocodone in it. there's no way that dude didnt just sell it and pretend it was "lost"

Pick posted:

Imho it’s kind of weird that any physical reaction has become the trump card for who is wrong because ummmm

quote:

Throwaway as she reddits.

Apologies for the length, I seem to have written a lot, even though the topic matter is idiotic.

I am a student currently living with 3 other girls (all 20 F) in our university town. We all lived together in randomly allocated accomodation last year and became very close, and had no issues with moving in together for our 2nd year.

We do both communal shopping and cooking - we each cook 1 meal a week, and pay for shared cupboard/fridge basics and the ingredients for meals. None of us have a car at university, meaning that we do what most students do and order our food shopping online every week. This week, our chosen online supermarket had a really good deal on Easter eggs (the internet tells me that Easter eggs are only a British thing, so for those unaware I am referring to a hollow egg shaped chocolate shell usually sold with sweets or other chocolate as an addition), and so we all ordered one each as a treat.

When our shopping arrived, it turns out that the type of egg 'Frankie' ordered had been switched to another brand due to unavailability, however as is the promise with our supermarket, if the item is substituted then the quantity is doubled - this was the case here, meaning that we had 5 eggs between 4 of us. Since we had only paid for 4 eggs, the suggestion was made that the extra egg should be communal, so either split 4 ways straight away, or melted down and drizzled over ice cream or something similar.

Frankie went nuts - she screamed that this was typical of us to 'steal her belongings' (no one ever uses or takes anyone elses things without asking - I once rang one of my housemates when she was out of town just to make sure I was alright to borrow her toothpaste) and stormed off. 5 minutes later she appeared with a bag of clothes saying that she was leaving to stay with her boyfriend and would be requesting a police escort to re-enter the property to collect the rest of her belongings. None of us could say anything as we were shocked, Frankie had never acted like this before.

This was 2 days ago and no one has seen or heard from her. She and her boyfriend have blocked us all on social media, and none of our other friends have any clue what she is doing. We all got an email from Frankie's father, a lawyer, saying that if any of Frankie's belongings go missing before she has the chance to collect them then we'll be charged with every possible crime related to theft. We have responded saying that we have no idea what has been said but we have not done anything to hurt Frankie or her belongings and just want to know if she's alright.

We think this is insane - suggesting we share a stupid Easter egg has completely disrupted our lives. We have no idea what has been said, but we are fearful that the university may be dragged into this, as well as the police if they really do believe we're holding Frankie's things hostage. This isn't even considering the fact that if she has just moved out, we can't afford to pay our rent for the month. Should we continue to reach out to Frankie about this, or just try to go on with our lives?

Edit - I forgot to mention that last week we signed our new tenancy agreement for the next academic year in the same house; for this to happen just the week after is mad.

TL;DR - A suggestion to share an extra Easter egg led to my housemate moving out and claiming we are illegally keeping her property from her (we obviously are not) - we have since had legal threats from her lawyer father, and cannot afford to cover the rent for the month, should we keep on asking her to talk to us?

Palpek posted:

My [20 F] housemate [20 F] has gone nuclear over an Easter egg

Jeza posted:

It's because instigating physical violence in a relationship crosses an obvious line where any pretense of handling a situation like an adult is over. Whatever is happening, you can always choose to leave or call the police.

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So about a year and a half ago I went to a school where I met a girl [26/F]. We didn't really talk that much, so I don't even really know her that well, but since then I hear her say little things to me all the time every single day (overall nice things) and I can overall kind of sense her presence or what have you, but I still haven't seen her in person again since this. I know her name, we've sent a few messages back and forth on Instagram (we're friends on there) and we've sort of tried to meet up a couple of times over the past couple months (plus she has invited me to a group meditation thing that she is involved with) but I haven't gone to any of them and I still feel really confused. It's strange because I feel like she knows me really well, but with me and my lower psychic abilities on this end here I don't really feel like I know her that much at all. Other than she's nice and she meditates a lot, i've made a lot of assumptions and jumped to conclusions that probably aren't real.
It's sort of like, to some degree this is proof that telepathy is real, and also to some degree I have no idea what amount of information actually goes through (when she hears me when she doesn't, what she knows and what she doesn't, what she can see that I can see (like she can tell when I'm looking at a female) and i've worked it out in my mind in a strange way where it now feels like it would be the weirdest initial conversation in world).
Usually, a relationship or getting to know somebody would start out with some kind of usual pattern, at this point I don't know what kind of pattern I'm following anymore. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.

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I'll try to explain this as best as I can. I know it's stupid. So, my boyfriend and I have been together for two years now, and we've lived together for a year. It has been mostly great! However, a large part of his sense of humour is finding a joke he likes and driving it into the ground for the better part of a month. Now, I normally don't mind this, but every once in a while the joke is one that I find to be irritating or upsetting. When I try to communicate this to him, he essentially tells me I need to lighten up, it's not a big deal, it's just a joke, etc... One of his recent jokes is noticing that I've pooped and acting completely grossed out. He also does this in a genuine-sounding tone, as part of the "joke". I really hate it. I know he's only joking, but I hate being mocked and made to feel gross every time I poop. It's not funny to me. I calmly and clearly communicated this to him, and as usual, he brushed it off and still does it.

So anyway, here's what happened today. I woke up and went to the bathroom. For the record: I am not a morning person. At all. Typically my BF and I don't talk all that much in the morning, so it's fine. Back to the story - I woke up and went to the bathroom, took a morning poo poo. BF comes into the bathroom. Here's what went down:

Him: (sniffing the air) wait. Is that a poop.

Me: what?

Him: is that a poop?!

Me: (already knowing where this is going) um, yes.

Him: OH NO. OH NO. EEEEWWWW. UGH, EW. GROSS

Me: could you please stop? You know I don't like it when you do that.

Him: I'm just joking. Obviously

Me: I've already told you more than once that I don't like it.

Him: wow, I don't have time to deal with this, you're being a bitch. Bye.

Me: what?? All I did was ask you to stop doing something that you already knew I don't like.

Him: you are SOOOO OVERREACTING. WHO GETS UPSET ABOUT BEING MOCKED FOR POOPING?? A TODDLER.

Me: Hun, I just woke up, I'm really not in a great mood.

Him: oh, you're in a bad mood, so you're taking it out on me?? Wow. You're being such a bitch.

Me: what?! That's not what I said! I don't see how I'm taking anything out on you, all I asked was for you to stop.

Him: whatever, I don't have time for this poo poo, I'm leaving.

(At this point he goes to leave without our usual goodbye hug/niceties)

Me: you're not going to say goodbye?

Him: I don't want to hug you, you're being a bitch.

(He begrudgingly hugs me and then leaves, slamming the door)

I don't know what to do about this. I've told him exactly how I feel, and why I feel that way. When he continues to make these jokes, it makes me feel like it doesn't matter to him how I feel as long as he gets to make his dumb joke. This isn't the first situation like this, either. It's a cycle. Usually I tell him calmly how I feel the first 3-5 times he does it. The more he does it, the quicker I end up being irritated by it. Eventually once he has done it maybe 10 times after I originally ask him to stop, I end up snapping and yelling at him about it. It makes me feel awful. I don't want to yell. But it's honestly the only thing that makes him stop. It feels like he's pushing and pushing until I finally snap, all over a stupid joke. He also jumps to calling me a bitch/oval office/rear end in a top hat/etc. very quickly when I ask him to stop doing it.

I'm not sure if I just need to lighten up or if his behaviour is actually a problem. Any insight for either of us would he much appreciated.

tl;dr: boyfriend of two years keeps making jokes at my expense that irritate me. He goes through phases of making the same joke frequently. I don't find them funny. I've asked him to stop repeatedly, yet it continues. When I reiterate to him that I don't like it and to please stop, he tells me I'm being a bitch. In past similar circumstances, I ended up snapping and yelling to make it stop. Not sure what to do.

chernobyl kinsman posted:

I've [27/M] been hearing the voice of a girl I met 1 1/2 years ago talk to me every day for the past 8 months... am I insane?

chitoryu12 posted:

Me [20 F] with my boyfriend [23 M] of two years, we had a dumb poop-related fight this morning and I'm wondering who is in the wrong here.


Should probably be "Ex-Boyfriend [12M]"

Galaxy Brain posted:

I think "Sulci" got the brain name, since that apparently means "groove or furrow." That at least sounds like it could be a normal non-english name until you look it up.

Lets Pickle posted:

Lol, the rear end in a top hat parents even named her after the plural form, the singular is sulcus.

Pick posted:

That's not actually true though, the world is incredibly far from being that clear-cut. What if someone is in a relationship because they need their partner's health insurance? "Just leave" is really easy for us to say to, well, any 20-year-old, and from the wonderfully divorced position of Internet Commenter but very few people in even an abusive relationship get literally nothing in return.

Moon Atari posted:

This guy is probably having the erotomanic brand of schizophrenic delusion. He might end up being a stalker.

chitoryu12 posted:

Me [20 F] with my boyfriend [23 M] of two years, we had a dumb poop-related fight this morning and I'm wondering who is in the wrong here.


Should probably be "Boyfriend [12M]"

quote:

Me: you're not going to say goodbye? 

Lets Pickle posted:

Lol, the rear end in a top hat parents even named her after the plural form, the singular is sulcus.

Al Borland Corp. posted:

How much is a British Easter egg, like £5?

Al Borland Corp. posted:

How much is a British Easter egg, like £5?

Al Borland Corp. posted:

How much is a British Easter egg, like £5?

Pick posted:

Additionally, it’s that it’s a “clear line” that makes it helpful to those who abuse in other ways, eg user triangular’s post about being intimidated and force-fed. Goading minor violence is an exceptionally common way for abusers to be abusive and still be able to crow that they’re obviously the victim and 100% in the right, because there is No Excuse for Domestic Violence. Well if triangular’s ex-husband came at her to slip food that he knew made her sick into her mouth while “teasing” her about how she’d “ really like it” I firmly contend she could slap him and still be in the right and be the victim in the relationship. It’s hosed up and demented that we’ve made reacting to anything in a physical or emotional way an admission of “well I guess we know the adult in the room ”.