rSlash - r/Bestof I Accidentally Slept with My Mom's Boyfriend

Episode Date: November 28, 2024

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I've been working on a novel for about a year. I write every day, even just a sentence. Six months ago, my college switched to smart boards and put all their whiteboards in the garbage. I grabbed two of them because I have a huge wall space open in my living room. Most of my writing is done on Google Drive, but I have things like character personalities, names, places, a general timeline, you know, stuff that I want to remember on the whiteboard. I used to take photos of it so I had my ideas with me and I used to write on my lunch break.

I stopped doing that because I burned myself out and my writing quality takes a huge dive. Plus, my boyfriend helps me write and it helps us connect in such a deep way. So I haven't taken a photo in about three months. The whiteboards are nice because I can read my notes across the room while I'm sitting in my favorite chair. I got home last night and all of my stuff was erased. It was all train of thought, like I would come home and jot something down. Handwriting is way more cathartic for me.

I had sketches of things in the novel. I would basically have to go through and remember every single thing on it. I have a lot of it stored in my head or on my Google Drive, but there are some things that I will never get back. but it's the fact that my boyfriend erased it We don't live together. He told me I've been focusing too much on it and I have no time for him We hang out at my house five or six nights a week. I write while he plays video games It's a good dynamic and I thought that we enjoyed it We're always laughing and he helps me with my wording and I google stuff to help him in his game. This is the first time that he's mentioned it bothering him. If he had brought it

up, we could have talked about it. But he went nuclear and I have no idea why. I don't know what to do! I'm so frustrated! We've had one serious argument over his driving and he got better. My family took him on vacation a few weeks ago. We watch his nephew all the time. His family paid for my entire spring semester at college. We are so much a part of each other's lives and I feel so hurt and heartbroken. He's my muse and just the other day we went to the jewelry store to look at rings. My feelings rotate between rage, sadness, confusion, sorrow, anger, everything. How do I approach this?

Last night I was so upset that I asked him to leave. He hasn't texted, he hasn't called, he hasn't stopped by. I keep typing in questions to ask him, but I keep erasing them. Why'd you do it? Are you unhappy with our relationship? What did I do? I'm even more heartbroken due to the fact that he hasn't called or texted all day. I'm afraid to call him. I don't want to hear him say

that he thinks that we should break up or he doesn't want to be with me when I'm writing or just ignore my call. Then three months later OP posted an update. The night I made my post, I went to a friend's house and she ordered pizza. We got ice cream and a bottle of wine. She couldn't figure out why he'd done it. We went over how he and I hung out, how much he seemed to care about me, how we looked into each other's eyes. But it also revealed a lot of hesitation on my part.

I'm a positive person and tend to forgive faults or overlook them. I suspect it's some sort of coping method from my childhood. We had some unresolved issues that I think that he was holding in, but when I would bring them up, he would just get kind of salty and go, it's fine, I don't care anymore. But he'd bring them up in arguments. I didn't realize how toxic it was! That same night, I told him I was coming over the next day to talk about things. I told him I'd be over around 11, and the only thing he texted me was, okay, which I

didn't respond to. I went over to his house at 11, and he was still asleep. He got upset when I woke him up, which took the wind out of my sails. I left without saying a word to him, and he didn't follow me. On the way out, I went to the kitchen and took my house key from his key ring. I drove home in a daze, collected all his things, put them in a box on my porch, and texted him to come get them. He said, what the hell?

That's fine. I'll come by later and pick them up. I went out with a few girlfriends, we got day drunk and had some amazing food. It made me feel better, but when I got home and his things were gone, I was heartbroken. Then the post continues, but it's kinda long and it's just OP saying that she's sad and she's talking about her book, which I'm not gonna get into. So overall, I think I would say that this is kinda like pulling off the bandaid. It's painful, but it's good that it happened.

The fact that he was so apathetic about the breakup kind of implies to me that he was planning on breaking up with OP anyways and he decided to get in one last blow by erasing her novel before the breakup. Our next reddit post comes from r slash unethicallifeprotips. I'm living in hell right now and I need ideas. My son just turned 18 and is disabled. He needs and takes multiple medications and needs support at school. He does well in some settings and is on track to graduate and pursue trade school,

with support, and we're so proud of him. He's extremely impressionable, a little socially awkward, and desperate for friends. For years we've struggled because he gives away his possessions, gets in bad situations, and is easily bullied. He'll do anything to be liked, which breaks my heart, and we're working on it in therapy with trusted adults. So there's this grown man who's 28 years old, Quentin. He's frequently homeless, often sleeping in a tent in parks. Or he'll get a voucher from our city and stay in a motel. He has two pitfalls, not spade or neuter, that he'll leave in the tent or motel room when he works at a fast food job. I would

actually have compassion for him and his animals if he had nothing to do with my son. It started with him asking my son to watch his dogs in the park while he worked. My son was thrilled to have a friend and to help and he does love animals. So he'll spend 8 hours a day or at night alone in a park watching these dogs. He would ask me if he could take dog food, toys, or blankets from the house for Quentin's dogs. My son does it whether we say yes or no. Months ago we would say yes because I appreciate that my son wants to help these dogs. Starting a few months ago when my son turned 18, Quinton told my son that my son didn't have to live here at home, he could stay with him. For weeks, our son was sleeping in the tent with the dogs or roughing it in the park. Quinton gives him beer and weed. Our son will watch the

dogs for entire shifts while he works. Quentin tells him that he'll help him get a tent and vouchers too. The police are sympathetic, especially because my son has disabilities and also some medical issues. But he's 18. School is supportive, but he's almost at graduation and again, he's 18. We've never pursued medical conservatorship or anything like that. Because before now, lots of things were going alright, and we don't take that lightly.

In the past week, Quentin got another room at the motel. He messaged my son to come stay with him, and he did. My son sat in the room and watched the dogs while Quentin worked, and I imagine they smoked and hung out when Quentin wasn't working. My son would respond to the text messages from us, but he asserted that he's an adult and he can go where he wants. He missed a week of medication, school, part of his part-time job, and another important appointment. Being Quentin's friend is more important than all those things, and he feels good helping

his friend, he says. Quentin is like a brother to me, he's the best brother I've ever had. Quentin's own family has already kicked him out, they live nearby. I have no idea who watches the dogs when my son isn't available. Quentin doesn't drive and earlier this week my son gave Quentin his bike because he needs it more than me. Our son came home yesterday and had a complete psychiatric crisis because he's been unmedicated and probably also high and drinking for so many days. His medical issues are exacerbated. He was banging his head on the concrete floor and when

we called emergency services, he spit at the cops so they put a spit hood on him and restrained him. It was horrific and he was begging for help. We're not sure when he'll be stable enough to come home, and he may need a medical procedure. He was coherent today, crying and apologizing, but he's still 100% certain that Quentin is his friend. I also feel terrible because I know that at age 18, it's a good thing for my son to not be telling us everything, having his own friends and life, etc. I looked forward to that day.

He does have other friends who are closer to his age and they're hanging out as more appropriate, but these other kids have busier lives and more responsibilities. They aren't available 24-7. Quinton is available and my son feels so good when his phone pings and it's his friend needing him. So how can I make Quinton's life miserable? Or at least make it too uncomfortable or risky to keep hanging out with my son? I don't want to harm or stress the dogs, please. It's not their fault, and my son would never forgive me.

Then four months later, OP posted an update. As of today and for the last three months, my son is happy and healthy. We found a transitional living house for him with five other young men and two house managers. And a dog. He's learning how to be an adult, learning to cook, clean, and get a job. It includes therapy, gym every day, yoga, skateboarding. Truly a dream come true. The house is about 40 minutes away from where Quinton lives,

and my son feels that he has friends, is purposeful and feels like an adult, and is learning and busy. Before this happened, I took as much of your advice as was possible. I contacted the manager at Quinton's workplace and the motel that he occasionally stays at. I told them that Quinton was allowing a disabled teenager to stay with him and giving him and other teenagers alcohol. They took this information seriously. I also went to the motel and pointed out the signs that said all guests must have ID. My son does not have ID. I told the manager that I hoped that he was abiding by rules or I would contact corporate. I also started calling non-emergency police line

when he was camped after park closing time and leaving his dogs during the day. The cops would clear him out. Someone had the great advice that I should be his best friend and show up all the time. So I did. Quentin wants to see my son? Okay, here I am too. I'm at the park, I'm at your work, I'm near the motel. I even prepared flyers to let others in the park neighborhood know about the tent, the camping, and the unsupervised, unneutered pitbulls. Quinton got increasingly upset. He said that I was stalking him and he was going to call the cops. I said, please do. I'd love to tell the cops more about what you're doing with my son and other vulnerable

young people. I told him, if you want to be in my son's life, then I'm in your life. Up to you." Quentin either got sick of seeing me or afraid of losing his job. The motel that he had been staying at occasionally stopped letting him in, so he had to start using another location much farther away. That meant a farther walk to work which was harder to deal with. I think he realized that my son wasn't worth the trouble I was causing,

and he just stopped contacting him. Our next Reddit post comes from r slash legal advice. Last year I received a job offer to work as an assistant professor in the German language department at a large university in Michigan. I recently finished my PhD and I was really excited to fill a research position in the specific field that I applied to. Most of the time I give classes in German literature, but additionally the university would like me to help students with writer's block, so I joined an interdisciplinary workshop. There are at least four people connected to this workshop, and we get along fine most

of the time. Sadly, there's one elderly woman who made me out as a rival day one. I don't know what provoked her, but there's something about me that makes her mad. Cue the incident. I had an appointment with the student. I gave him some tips and instructions, and I left my goal with gummy bears on my desk. Mind you, these gummy bears are sugar-free and volatile. If you eat more than a handful, you are in serious fart troubles and you will occupy

the toilet bowl for the rest of your day. Well, my coworker ate the whole bowl. First, she excused herself from any commitments and then she called in sick. The next day, she confronted me and blamed me for the whole ordeal, that I deliberately placed those gummy bears and it was all a ploy to humiliate her. According to her, she's already informed HR and her lawyer and that I'll be kicked out of the country in no time.

The only thing I can blame myself on is that me and my colleague giggled at her bowel distress signals. Then, six days later, OP posted an update. I had a, I guess, fruitful conversation with HR yesterday. My coworker and I had separate interviews yesterday, just explaining what happened and how our workplace could be improved in the future. I'll make it quick. Her side of the story looks like this. OP deliberately placed sweets laced with laxatives in the commonly shared office space to make

me and other people sick. My side of the story. I forgot my bowl with gummy bears, which I gladly and generously share with everybody in the department. Not assuming that anybody would eat the whole bowl of sugar-free gummy bears. I even brought an original German gummy bears packet with me to prove that I didn't mean any harm. Hard to believe, but she and I talked during lunch yesterday and we made up. She's a nice lady in fact, but had issues with food allergies in the past. And I would love to just close the story with a, we reconciled and everything was fine.

But there was another major bit of a wow moment in the room when I learned that both my hostile coworker and I had been put under scrutiny by another assistant professor who had also joined our workshop project. Is this effing Game of Thrones? Yo, this story is stupid. This is like grabbing a knife off of someone else's desk, stabbing you with it and then trying to get that person arrested for attempted murder. Our next Reddit post comes from r slash relationship advice.

I'm a 23 year old woman and I've been encouraging my mom, who's 40, to date for a while. She's been a single mom most of my life and it seemed that her only priority was her children. My mom deserves love just like any other person. She's put us first for so long that it was time to put herself first for once. Well, she met a guy after some encouragement from me and I was happy for her. But recently, she introduced me to her new boyfriend who's 49. I instantly recognized the guy because we slept together a few times last year.

I kept my cool in front of everyone, but internally I was freaking out. I know that he knows as well because he came up to me when we had a second alone and he asked me not to tell my mom. I don't think I can do that. I want to tell her, but I don't want to hurt my mom. I really don't want them getting super serious or worse him becoming a future stepdad or something. How do I tell her without breaking her heart or her hating me?

Then about a week later OP posted an update. When I made my post and got some advice, I decided to write a letter so I could get my thoughts and feelings out properly. I won't write it here because it's very personal and emotional. Anyways, I gave my mom the letter last night and I stayed in the room with her as she read it. I had tears welling up as she was reading it, thinking she would hate me after it. After she read it, I started crying and she started crying. It was all very emotional, but my mom assured me that she would never hate me, and she was

glad that I wrote the letter and I think we just hugged for a solid few minutes just crying into each other. We calmed down a bit after that and just spent the rest of the night watching movies and eating junk food. The morning after that, my mom ended things with her boyfriend. There was a bit of drama there with him calling me a slut and my mom screaming at him for calling me that. But after that, we haven't heard from him since and we've been drama free.

Me and my mom seem a lot closer now and I feel like I can be more honest with her without fear of judgment or losing her love. Thanks for the people who actually gave advice and didn't make disgusting comments. Okay, super cool that OP gets called a slut when this guy is dating someone literally half his age and he gets off scot free. Clearly OP's mom is better off without this guy. That was our slash best of redditor updates, and if you like this content be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new reddit podcast episodes every single day.