Being a human being is innately gross at times, our bodies go through all sorts of natural processes and we have to roll with the punches until death takes us away into the abyss.
Psychologically, we're also prone to gross inconsistencies and flaws that can be embarrassing and downright toxic.
So naturally, being in an intimate relationship means accepting this about ourselves and our partner. But we all have deal breakers.
Sometimes, the way a romantic interest lives is just too gross, spiritually or mentally, to accept, no matter how much we were originally crushing.
Dated a girl for a while, always seemed really well put together. Nice clothes, hair, and makeup. We usually hooked up at my place. Went to her apartment once…the smell when she opened the door should’ve been enough.
There were dirty diapers overflowing trash cans in every room of the house. There was a super small walkway through the mounds of dirty clothes to the bathroom.
And to make it worse, there were used paper plates on top of the MOUNTAIN of dirty dishes in “the sink”. She proudly pointed out a moldy dish and said that it was from when she cooked dinner for two of our mutual friends.
Three months prior. Noped the hell outta there.
The swastika I found under her left tit.
When she doted on my kids as though they were hers/ours but treated HERS like they no longer existed or mattered. MASSIVE MASSIVE red flag.
I was sooooo happy to get out of that relationship but years later I feel badly for her kids and pray everything turned out well for them.
I’m late to the party, but. There was a guy in my social circle that I had crazy sexual tension with. Nothing happened for the longest time. Then one day we bumped into each other in the city, had a few drinks.
The tension was unbearable and we went back to his place. An aside, I’d never had that kind of casual sex before, I’m the sort of person that needs to be in a relationship. But the chemistry with him was so intense he was an exception.
So we get to his place. Tearing off each others’ clothes. He lies me down on the bed, pulls my panties off, and sees my vagina for the first time. Want to know what he f**king said?
He breathlessly said, “Oh my god, you look like a little girl. You’re perfect.”
WHAT THE F**K.
I didn’t know what to say except “wait” and sort of pushed him away from me. He was confused, I wasn’t about to explain. I called a cab home and it was exceptionally awkward.
He was on trial for manslaughter and I didn't know until he was found guilty. He kept trying to call me from jail It was kidnapping and manslaughter, but he was only found guilty of kidnapping.
It was two separate incidents, but long story short, one night she got super drunk at my sister-in-law's house. After spilling a second glass of red wine on my SIL's white carpet, we opted to move her glass further away from the edge of the table.
As soon as we left, she screamed, like full-fledged raged, at me for 'not defending her'. The very next time we were together, she got drunk again and accused me of trying to cheat on her (I've never cheated on anyone) and threw her purse at me.
I let things calm down and explained to her that I grew up in a house chock full of domestic violence and that was an absolute line in the sand. And for that reason, I was out.
She was jealous of me spending time with my sister and implied our relationship ‘wasn’t normal’. I was so grossed out by the implication. Dumped her the best day.
My ex would threaten suicide anytime things got tough in our relationship. Grossed me out enough that I just called it a day eventually. Queue the desperate calls hours later from the apparent overdose. She's still alive and kicking somewhere though.
I showered at his place after staying over and I asked for a towel. He gave me one which had literal skin flakes on. I asked for a clean one. He asked what I meant.
He did not realize that you need to wash towels because 'they just have water on them so they clean themselves.'
He showed me, with excitement, a box of things he'd been collecting from me without my knowledge.
This included strands of my hair taped up neatly, bobby pins and hair pins I had in from prom, my fingerprints, and saliva samples that he took out of the trash from our forensics class experiments.
He thought this was a romantic gesture or something, but it just made really realize how creepy and obsessive he is.
He was also very controlling and got jealous/mad at me for hanging out with my sister, or spending time on my laptop or with my dog.
And he also admitted to me that he stalked my FB interests to pretend he knew and liked what I liked, researching the games I played and music I listened to so he could bring it up in conversation. Total psycho.
Way back when I was 21 I started dating this guy, also 21. I took him to a Lollapalooza and about 6 hours in he had wandered off to the bathrooms and was taking a really long time to pee.
He comes out 20 minutes later with this 15-year-old girl who he said just sucked his d*ck and she has a cute friend (also 15!) and he wanted the four of us to hook up. He found his own way home and never heard from me again.
Found out gf had several fake social media accts she’d use to bully strangers and harass women she knew including my ex wife. Instant dump. 😒
I went away with my ex and saw his toothbrush for the first time. It had black mold growing on it and the bristles were so flat the toothbrush had a middle parting.
I had a conversation with him about hygiene and told him to get a new toothbrush but when I stayed at his house two weeks later the cursed toothbrush was still there...so I ended it. It wasn't charcoal toothpaste.
The first night I slept at my ex’s apartment. I woke up in the middle of the night to an extremely loud scraping noise. It was inside my ear. A roach had crawled into my ear and was scraping against my ear drums with its legs/antennas/whatever.
It was the most awful feeling I’ve ever experienced. I used tweezers to try to get it out and when I pulled them out after a few times, only half the roach came out. Had to go to the ER to get the rest out and get antibiotics.
I had a horrible ear infection for a couple of weeks. The worst part was her saying “it happens to my son all the time”. Like wtf? Found out she had wrappers and trash under her bed. Clean your f**king house!!!!
It has literally haunted me and given me PTSD. When I’m sleeping if I hear the slightest noise I jump up and swat uncontrollably around my head/ears.
My wife was shocked af the first time I did it when we were dating but since I told her she fully understands lol.
My mom died just weeks before and I was tired as f*ck, exhausted, and in a traumatic phase of grief after a year of cancer treatments and all the fuss of being there for a cancer battle.
The woman I was seeing told me I need to get over it and can't just be alone inside all the time. Never spoke to her again. Went through my phases of grief and have been a resource to ppl in my life that are going through similar loss since then.
Grief takes time or it doesn't; it's different for everyone.