Reddit Stories - ACQUAINTANCES PERSUADED me that my PARTNER'S strange obsession with feet labeled him as

Episode Date: April 28, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #feetfetish #relationshipadvice #boundaries #communication #selfreflection  Summary: Acquaintances convinced me that my partner's unusual foot obsession was a red flag. This led me to question our relationship dynamics and whether his interests were healthy or problematic. I sought advice on how to address my concerns while maintaining open communication and understanding between us.  Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, relationships, feet, obsession, boundaries, communication, advice, selfreflection, redflags, intimacy, understanding, partners, concerns, discussions, love, supportBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6816713/support.This episode includes AI-generated content.

I hope you enjoy this story. Acquaintances persuaded me that my partner's strange obsession with feet labeled him as a weirdo, so I referred to him as a deviant. He promptly ended our relationship, and later, inebriated, I pleaded with him to reconsider. Me back, but he said he still had feelings but couldn't handle being hurt again. I was with him for a year and our relationship was fucking amazing. He constantly made me feel loved and always treated me with respect. He was always doing little things for me and would help me with stuff even when I didn't ask for it.

The Segs was amazing too, it just felt like we were compatible on every level. About three months ago, he told me he had something to confess. He said that he had a foot fetish and that he hadn't told me about it because an ex of his had taken it weird and he didn't want me to think badly of him. Looking back, it was kind of obvious since he would always compliment my nail polish and was pretty eager to rub my feet if I asked him to. He even paid for me to get a pedicure because he said French tips would look cute on me. Nothing really changed much after that point. He wasn't pushy or anything, but he would suck on my toes during segs which admittedly felt pretty good.

I was hanging out with three of my friends a few weeks ago and I mentioned that he liked my feet. Two of them started telling me that was a red flag and that he might be a creep. I had seen some people who were weird about it online before but they were showing me all these websites and forums and people who take creep shots of women's feet and I started feeling anxious. My third friend who was there was neutral about it but told me maybe to talk to him because he had never really given off those kinds of vibes. I stupidly didn't and pushed it to the back of my head until I saw him again two days later. We were at my apartment and were messing around. He started to kiss my feet and I pulled back from him. He asked me what was wrong and I spent like

10 minutes just repeating what my friends had told me and about how people who like feet are weird and don't care about anything else. He looked really sad and told me he didn't know I felt like that about him. He got up and left. I don't fucking know why I said any of that stupid shit to him. He had never been creepy. He had never been anything but loving to me but I called him a pervert. And then I immediately turned to my friends and they were telling me that he was confirmed one of those creepy feet guys because he left instead of talking to me and apologized. My neutral friend again told me to talk to him, but I spent two days thinking to myself that there must be something wrong with him. He didn't contact me again, so I texted him we need

to talk about our relationship. He texted back he would come over that night, and he did. He was holding a box of my stuff I had left at his place and said, I'm not going to stay with someone who thinks I'm a predator. Then he just walked away. I was stunned and didn't say anything, but that quickly turned to anger. I just thought they were right, he's a fucking creep, I'm glad he's gone. I turned to my friends again and the two told me they'd help me get over him and hook me up with someone normal. My neutral friend advised me again to not leave my relationship like this, but I'm an idiot. I'm horrible. I'm a piece of fucking shit and I deserve fucking everything every

night the past month I've been thinking about him, and the more I think the bigger that pit in my stomach gets. It all exploded a week ago. I got a extremely drunk and had that horrible realization hit me all at once. I lost the man I loved over nothing. Nothing. It was my fucking fault and I would never be with him again. I was sobbing hysterically and called both of my two friends who would egg me on. I told them that I never wanted to see them again and some other things I won't repeat here. I blocked them on everything. My other friend tried calling me but I couldn't bear to talk to her. It was about 1 a.m. when I called He hadn't blocked me so it went through.

I begged him to take me back. I told him about what my friends had told me. I told him he wasn't a pervert and that I should never have told him that. I told him I loved him more than anything and that I trusted him, that he could do whatever he wanted with any part of my body and that I would never think he was some kind of creep because I know he isn't like that. He cut me off eventually. He told me that if I was drinking to please stop and go to sleep.

He sounded so sad and it just shattered my fucking heart again. He tried calling me earlier tonight, but I didn't pick up. I'm so fucking scared that he's going to tell me to just fuck off and leave him alone. I know I would deserve it. I know I deserve worse. But I can't do it. I love him so fucking much. I need him.

I just want him to hold me again and touch me wherever he wants and tell me that he forgives me. I feel like throwing up whenever I think that he might never be with me again. I wish I wasn't such a stupid bitch. Edit 1, I texted him that I would call him back tomorrow if he still wants to talk. He replied that that would be fine. Also about my friends, I'm going to try to talk to all three of them. I'm still going to cut off the two that pushed me to this because the more I think about it, the more I remember little details that make it seem like they've never really liked my ex.

My other friend I'm going to try calling tomorrow. I really need to apologize to her too. I realized that even if there was pressure on me, this is 100% my fault. I should have taken the time to recognize that my ex was nothing like they were making him out to be. And I shouldn't have discussed his fetish with them, although I never really discussed the sexual part of it and just told them that he thought my feet were cute, I should never have talked about it. I'm going to tell him all of this when we talk. Edit 2, I texted him again asking if he'd be okay meeting up in person rather than talking over the phone.

I would rather see him face to face and apologize directly to him rather than over the phone. He replied that he was fine with that, so I'll be heading over to meet him around noon. Let me preface this next part by saying I know none of this absolves me at all for what I've done, but I want to give some context to the situation. I've been together with those three friends of mine since high school. We have always been very close and I've trusted them with a lot of intimate details about my life. We all helped each other through bad times and enjoyed a lot of good times too. They were also my first really close friends. In grade school and early high school I kept

a lot to myself and didn't interact very much with other kids. I have other friends now, but know when I trusted as much as them. I think a lot of you are right in saying that I have no spine and have let them choose everything for me. Now that I think about it, I'm struggling to think of a time when I chose what we were doing on a particular day or where we were eating and other stuff. And I was like that with my ex too, letting him pick whatever even when he specifically asked me what I wanted. I know none of that is an excuse for my weakness, but that's been my life.

I've already looked up some therapists that accept my insurance and I'm going to call one to schedule an appointment. After reading a lot of these comments I'm starting to get more scared at the prospect of him taking me back and me hurting him horribly again in some way. I don't know if I should tell him any of this, but I'm writing down some notes to keep my thoughts on what I'm going to say to him organized. First I'm going to apologize to him for what I did. Even if that's the only thing I can get out before he leaves, I'm going to tell him how sorry I am and that I will go with whatever he decides, even if that means I never see him again. Thank you for the comments.

I know I'm not a good person, but I'm going to try to be better, and if he does take me I'm going to become someone he deserves to be with. I'll probably make an update post later if anything happens. Update, before I start, I don't intend anything in this update to be taken as a self-absolution of guilt or blame. I accept that I'm the one that's screwed up and the blame rests solely on me. I'm not trying to diminish that or what I did. So there's a park about halfway between both of our places.

We decided to meet there. I arrived a few minutes before he did and was very very very much. very nervous. When I saw him walking up I felt the urge to cry, but I drove it down. I didn't want to do anything that would make him think I'm trying to manipulate him. It was worse when he hugged me, but I managed to compose myself. He asked how I was doing and I told him the truth, that I was messed up. I asked him the same and he told me he was okay, but he had that same sad look on his face from the last time I saw him. I asked him if I could tell him something before we talked about anything else and pulled out the apology I had written in my notes.

I told him I was sorry for everything. I was sorry for making him feel unsafe with me. I was sorry for ever insinuating that he was a pervert. I was sorry for betraying his trust and telling others about our SEG's life. I was sorry for not communicating with him. I was sorry for not standing up for him. I was sorry for not standing up for myself and letting my opinion of him be colored by anything other than the two of us. I was sorry for leaving him in the dark for a month and not talking to

him sooner. I was sorry for my drunken rant, for trying to emotionally manipulate him into coming back to me, and especially for making him feel like I still thought he was a pervert. I was sorry for hurting him the same way as X had. At one point I noticed he was tearing up and I just couldn't hold it anymore. I cried while I finished reading it to him. I told him that I was truly happy with him and I hope he isn't put off from exploring his fetish in the future, whoever that might be with. He thanked me and we cried together for a little while. He started talking and told me the reason he called was that two of my friends had contacted him and explained that they were worried about me and told him some of what had happened.

It was the neutral friend along with one of the two friends who had fed me the stuff about foot fetishes. I didn't get a lot of the specifics and I didn't ask anything else because there was more important stuff he wanted to talk about, but I guess I could get what happened straight from one of them. I was a little deflated after he told me this and worried he might think I was trying to manipulate him through my friends, but he quickly moved on. He told me the whole story about his ex. They had been together for longer than we had, about two years, before he told her about his fetish. The difference was that she was immediately disgusted by it. She told him she was leaving no matter how much he begged and promised he would never bring

it up again. But then he told me what I did felt much worse because it seemed like I had accepted him only to stab him in the back. I wanted to get on my knees and beg him to forgive me, but I let him finish. In the end, we were both quiet for a while before he asked if we were done. I know I should have been strong and told him that I would go with whatever he decided, but I'm weak. I asked him if there was any chance we could still be together. He told me that he still had feelings for me but that he couldn't handle me hurting him again. I mentioned the stuff with my friends and that I was looking to start therapy. He told me he was happy that I was doing that, but it wasn't changing his mind. He said there might be a chance in the future, after I've worked

on myself, but right now he was too hurt. I get the feeling that he was just saying that so I wouldn't be hurt. We hugged again and said goodbye and I had to fight every urge in my body to not run after him. I know I screwed up at the end, but I'm taking steps to make sure it doesn't happen again. I'm going to call my friend, the neutral one, and ask if she can forgive me for not talking to her too, and maybe if she can come over and hide my phone from me so I don't get the urge to bother him. I don't know about my two other friends. I don't know about anything right now. I spent like five of the last six hours crying and I feel just about out of tears.

I'm running on like three hours of sleep. I think I'm going to just try and sleep and then continue looking for therapists in the morning. I don't know if I'll update anymore so sorry if anyone was expecting more. Edit, so this is going to be the last thing I'll post. I slept for a while and when I woke up my friend got in contact with me and came over. She wasn't the least bit mad at me and was just concerned that I hadn't talked to her. I apologize profusely to her. I really don't deserve her kindness, but it honestly felt good after everything

today. To the people who messaged me with concern, thank you and I think I'll be fine. I'm still going to go to therapy to work on my problems and make sure I never do something like this to someone I love ever again. I'm probably never posting on this account again. I had some people messaging me some weird shit and claiming to be people in my life, so if you ever see someone try and make an update for this story, it ain't actually me. The only person in my circle that actually uses Reddit is my friend that's with me now. I showed her this and she's assured me she won't post about it. Good night. Next story, mother had a 12-year affair with a married man so I anonymously told his wife, who divorced him, and thanked me, but my entire family cut me off

and I discovered months later that my mother told everyone I was a Dr. G addict. My mother started having an affair with a married man, Bruce, over 10 years ago. My dad left her over it, but she stayed with Bruce with the promise of him divorcing his wife soon, spoiler alert it never happened. After 10 plus years of knowing my mother was the other woman and after stalking Bruce's wife's socials, I couldn't take it anymore. He's a creepy man that no one in my family can stand, including my three other siblings. We've been tasked all these years to keep her dirty secret and treat Bruce as if he's not an adulterer. I took one for the team and sent some anonymous emails out to some contacts I found through social media. Bruce's wife responded to me and asked

to speak as she had no idea any of this was going on, which I highly suspected despite Bruce's lies all these years, so I sat down and phoned her. We talked for almost three hours. She's a nice woman who was nothing but kind to me. She's been married to Bruce for 30 years and had no idea he had a double life. His job allows him to travel frequently. I answered all her questions during this convoy, though I knew my relationship with my mother was over. I knew the details would get back to her and would pinpoint to me. Bruce's wife thanked me over and over and shared she would be divorcing Bruce once she got her finances in order. It was a very emotional conversation and I'll never forget the

sound of her cries as I told her all the details. The next day I was completely cut off from my mother. I had no way of contacting her and shortly after that the harassment of members of my family came flooding in. Messages of disson. disgust towards me and support towards my mother. Everyone turned on me and will no longer speak to me. I can't imagine she's telling them the truth of what I did, I told on her married boyfriend. I'm shocked my family has chosen her side and abandoned me.

Sometimes regret washes over me, but in the end all I did was speed up the inevitable. And I did it for my siblings who couldn't stand his presence anymore. I thought it would get rid of him, but it backfired. Not only are Bruce and my mother getting married, my siblings chose her side and have cut me off. This weighs heavy on my chest, it did for the last 10 years and now because of what I did it will continue. Thanks for reading and letting me get it out. Edit, thank you to all the supportive comments. I have a few people in my corner rooting for me but these comments have been comforting and

therapeutic. The number of family that turned on me, I truly started to worry I was the problem and made a mistake. To answer some questions, money is a huge factor in all of this. Which is why my mother slash siblings are so angry and not thanking me. I am my mother's oldest daughter, only my youngest sibling lives with her. We are all adults. I have two young children my mother has thrown to the curb for Bruce. They will never know who she is. I am in contact with the wife, she is a lovely woman who is aware of how this all unfolded and has been so kind to me. I like to think in another life we would be friends. I've spent a lot of time putting together proof for her so she can get what she deserves out of the divorce.

Keeping in touch with the wife angered Bruce and my mother so much so they told my family I was harassing the wife. That fueled the fire more for my family to hate me. To the few that have commented I should have minded my own business, I wish this never was my business. I wish this never was my What a laugh. Comments where OP has replied, comment one, wait, why she mad, if you didn't tell the adulterer would still be married and wouldn't be marrying your mom. Shouldn't she be thanking you? Unless he never intended to marry your mom and even she knows this. L.O. comment two, I'm willing to bet mom is pissed because Bruce stands to lose a lot of assets and will possibly have to pay alimony. Hard to say for sure since we don't know the details of Bruce's marriage,

Money is the only thing I can imagine being the reason he didn't leave his wife earlier and why mom would be so mad. I'm no legal expert but this is my best guess. O.P. Bingo comment three, why isn't your mother happy about what you did? She finally got the man that will cheat on his wife. O.P. She feels I betrayed her, I'm sure. And I've ended her lavish lifestyle with him. Comment four, why not reach out to a relative to see what story your mom is telling them?

I think you're right to suspect she is telling a very slanted version of events. O.P., I tried, with many of them. They won't tell me. Where is Ops' dad and all this? O.P., not a good relationship with him and he's annoyed I did this. Thinks I cause drama comment five, what a horrible mom. Imagine the kind of life and environment she made you and her siblings grow up through? O.P., we were fed and clothed but not loved additional information from O.P. after reading comments,

my family still won't talk to me. It's been almost six months of no contact from my mom. I've tried many times to reach out. As far as I know Bruce and my mother are still wanting to get married, they are waiting on their divorces. I talk to Bruce's wife monthly, who is still devastated by all of this, and she continues to be nothing but kind to me. She's expressed her desire to meet me and person to thank me. She hired a forensic lawyer and found 22 hidden credit cards. I helped her build a timeline with all evidence I had so she'll be getting what she deserves from the divorce. It's been hard without my family, but I have to hold on to the fact that I helped this stranger and stayed true to my own morals. I know I did the right thing. Update, it has been 18 months since I

blew my family life up by tatling on my mother for being the other woman for 12 plus years. 18 months of a smear campaign against me that has turned all of my family, except one sister, and close family friends against me. Even my grandparents who basically raised me. Bruce's wife and I still keep in touch every few months, she has gone through way worse than I have. Her life was a lie and she struggles daily to comprehend everything that has happened. I feel so much shame that my mother is half responsible for this woman's heartbreak. She still has been nothing but kind to me.

The big question that remained unanswered for 18 months, why did my family alienate me? What lie did my mother and Bruce tell that made them not even give me a chance to speak? The truth is that I told on my mom's married boyfriend and blew up their vacation mode relationship. But we all know that couldn't be what she was telling people. Every night I would lay awake wondering what it was that was said about me. And I finally got the answer a year and a half later. My mother told everyone that I was a drug addict, that I was affected cognitively from drug use.

None of you know me, but I am not a drug addict. My family believed that lie without question because who would lie on their own child like that? She had to say a lie so far from the truth that no one would question her. So there it is. The damage is done from all ends. My family thinks I'm a drug addict and I'll never forgive my family for believing that and turning on me. I pled with so many of them, I sent them the entire story from start to finish. And no one broke and came to my side. I will never forgive my mother. So much has happened these past 18 months

and it's all her fault. She almost broke me, but thankfully I have an amazing family of my own I created. A husband and two daughters and amazing in-laws. My sister and I have never been closer, we are healing together. The only thing I wish now is for my mother. to stop smearing me. My husband deployed for six months and she actively lied on me to people that would come and help me during that time to try to isolate me further. There is no limit to her mental torment. My mother will always be my biggest bully. Going no contact with a narc parent is so hard. Don't let any old hag out there tell you it's their first time living too. It's your parent at the end of the day I am her child. And she chose an ugly balding man over me and two

amazing granddaughters. Will always be her loss. Thanks again for letting me get it off my chest.