rSlash - r/Bestof My Boyfriend Honestly Believes in Santa

Episode Date: December 24, 2025

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santa claus is real our next reddit post is from r slash true off my chest the guy i am seeing legitimately thinks santa claus is real i think he actually believes santa is a real person in some capacity and thinks he delivers pen i'm sorry and thinks he i'm sorry and thinks he delivers presence to his personally. I'm probably going to leave tomorrow because it's been awful so far, and I just won out. His name is Adam, and he's 25. He's from a pretty rural area up in the mountains, and his family are what I'd consider religious extremists. He told me this before I, a 23-year-old woman, came to see them for Christmas, that they're very religious. Mine are too, so I thought it'd be similar. I've only been seeing him a couple of months, and his beliefs have only come up minimally.

And Santa Claus was not part of that, lull. I don't even think we've mentioned it at all, despite walking around Walmart with Christmas decorations and holiday stuff on the shelves and him saying he wishes there was more Christian decor. Adam and his family call Santa, St. Nick, to start off with. He has a huge family, and we had a lot of regular Christmas Eve activities all day, including cooking breakfast and dinner with his family, sitting around and playing with the children,

and going to a church event around lunchtime. When we went to church, his mom would shake her head disapprovingly at some references towards Santa Claus the pastor made and would whisper to his younger brother and her nephew next to her. I didn't hear what she said. When we made dinner, she told me to fix a plate for St. Nick, and I laughed and said, Cookies aren't enough, and Adam shot me a horrified look.

I felt the gaze of his mother, and she gave me this sort of fake smile and said, No, hon, that's not a filling meal. So I loaded up about as much as I gave Adam and the men in his family and put it on a plate. His mom, I'm sorry, this story's cracking me up. His mom put tin foil over it and put it in the fridge in the garage. At some point, about two-thirds of his family left. The children went to bed after about an hour of it being dark.

Adam's mom told them to go settle. into bed so St. Nick could have his dinner and start to deliver presents. This gave me the implication that St. Nick would start his night here, rather than just stop by and have cookies and leave. I'm not sure. His mom read a couple of passages out of the Bible about family as we sat around their wood-burning stove and we discussed my family situation a bit. Adam's dad then told Adam, me, and his little sister to go to the guest house to sleep. It was about 9 p.m. I changed in the bathroom and said my good nights to them, and was about to walk out the door with Adam when his mom snapped her fingers and said,

"'Hun, you're forgetting the most important part of Christmas.' Adam looked pale for a second, before kind of nervously laughing and stepped back inside while holding my hand. We went out into the garage where he grabbed the plate. I said something like, she's really serious about Santa getting his food, huh? Trying to lighten the mood. He squeezed my hand really hard and said, yes, I'd say it's serious. I gotta stop for a second. Does anyone else feel like this is starting to sound like the beginning of a horror movie? Where, you know, you put the plate out in the woods and say it's for Santa. And then you find out Santa is this family's weird name for like a monster that lives in the woods and eats people or something. Sorry, this story is trippy

as hell. We went back in to microwave the meal and we awkwardly stood there in front of the microwave watching the plate turn around. I felt his parents gazed on the back of my head. I said something again, I can't even remember what. Kind of lighthearted about Santa having a full stomach if he eats like this at every house. Adam gripped my hand harder than he did before and said, His name is St. Nicholas, and he only eats his dinner here. Don't be disrespectful in our home. All right, this is actually honest a guy really starting to sound like a horror movie. It sounds calm all typed out like that, but the way he said it gave me chills. His parents didn't say anything. And, I felt like I was going to cry, ha ha. I left to walk through the backyard to the guest house,

and his sister was waiting in the mostly empty living room area in there. She said she started the wood-burning stove there, and she showed me where to sleep, a twin bed next to her, and said that Adam would be in the next room over with his younger brother. I just lay down, and I heard Adam come in maybe half an hour later and go straight to bed. I've just been laying here, unable to get to sleep because I'm so anxious, lull. And I already hear movement in the main house at this point and I don't know what to think. I thought that after everyone had left, mostly the small children, the whole St. Nick talk would end. And I think his family, or at least my boyfriend and everyone younger than him, legitimately believe this is a real person. His parents are

really strict and live relatively off-grid and isolated. I barely have service here, so I'll see if this post because I can't even text my friend's SOS right now. I feel like I'm in a whore. Okay, There we go. I feel like I'm in a horror movie where they believe Santa is like a distant uncle or something. Does anyone know of any traditions like this? They killed a pig sometime last week, as well as a couple of chickens. And the whole family is coming back tomorrow, and maybe it'll be less weird with more people being here. A few of his cousins gave me a more modern vibe rather than the rest of his nuclear family, but I don't know. I might just head back and stay at my apartment a couple hours away alone. I don't think I can continue seeing him.

It's just been so weird. Then, six days later on New Year's Day, Opie posted an update. I'm still alive, not dead. The holidays ended horribly, and my relationship is over. Because I essentially ruined Christmas. Apparently, St. St. Nick literally left the food untouched because there was a non-believer in the house. And Adam's mom made a point of it being because I was there. And I was essentially barred from seeing him and called a,

degenerate in front of his whole family. I really did want to make a proper update to this, but felt ridiculous and embarrassed that, one, it blew up so hugely, that one, it blew up so huge, and two, everything I said was absolutely picked apart. I get it that I sounded dramatic and whatever. I guess I just write dramatically, but I treated this no differently than how I write in my diary. I think this is it. I can't imagine typing out another few paragraphs of the worst Christmas I've ever had, completely alone with crazy religious nuts, and me and my feels, only for it to be called a horror movie in the making. Oh, O.P., now I feel bad. I'm sorry. In my defense, you really did describe it like it's a horror movie, though. Like, yeah, I know, my life right now

just sucks. Wish there was more to say, or it was more dramatic for everyone wanting that, but I just don't have it in me. I wish I had a real family and relationships that don't suck. Wish I had answers for you of why this family is so crazy around the holidays and aren't normal people that let their son date girls outside their borderline Amish lifestyle. I don't know. The end. This top post from Milted Haribow. I imagine Santa getting to the house really hungry about to chow down on his meal. Then all of a sudden, he senses a non-believer in the house,

and just F's off angrily. And then the reply to that, His name is St. Nicholas, you heathen. Apparently, I'm not the only one who thought this felt like a horror movie. Down in the comments, mythoclast writes, so this is the premise for a Christmas-themed horror film, no? Choose your twist. Option one, St. Nick actually is real.

Really terrifying. Him not eating at their house has bigger implications. He's got to eat something. Two, the boyfriend is the only. only one that believes in Santa, and everyone else fears massive retribution from the boyfriend, so they all play along. They were saving O.P. from him by kicking her out. Personally, I like the idea of some sort of hideous monster in the woods that comes around once a year, and to prevent the kids from getting scared, the parents all say the monster is St. Nicholas, but really it's like

a flesh-devouring beast, and the family appeases it by leaving out meals every year. And sometimes, that meal is the newest girlfriend, brought in to die as a sacred offering, or something. Our next Reddit post comes from R-slash Am I the Butthole. Okay, so I'm a 23-year-old woman, and I've been dating my 32-year-old boyfriend for about six months. We met through a mutual friend, and basically hit it off the moment we met. Great conversation, great chemistry, and he checked all my boxes for a partner. A little backstory, I met him about a year after leaving my relationship of eight years. He had also just ended his marriage with the mother of one of his kids. He has two.

I never saw a partner having kids as a bad thing. I've always loved kids and have always admired people who step up to raise kids who aren't their own, like my stepdad, my stepdad, my step-grandpa, my aunt and uncle. None of them are blood related to me, but they all played huge parts in my life and have all raised kids that aren't theirs and are amazing, loving step-parents. When me and my boyfriend met, I was living with my grandparents at the time because I just moved across the country after I ended things with my partner of eight years. I'm also a part-time student, and I work part-time. Between work, school, and studying, my plate is already full. When my boyfriend and I first got together, I'd cook and clean when I came over as a nice

gesture, because I could see his hands were full working full time and being a father to two kids. He is full custody of the oldest and 50-50 of the youngest. He would constantly bring up how nice it was whenever I came over. He would mention that it's such a long drive from where I was staying with my grandparents to his house that I should just move in. I kind of laughed that off at first because we'd only been dating for such a short amount of time. At that point, it had only been about two months. He ended up convincing me to move in, and at the time, it sounded like a good idea to me. He told me that we would have more time to spend together, more time to go on hikes together. I should also mention that I'm a very active person. I go to the gym three or four times a

week, hiking, horseback riding, or any physical activity that I could possibly do in my free time. When we first started dating, my boyfriend made it sound like he was into all those things too, talking about how he was raised on a farm, how he just never had the time. And if I moved in, me helping around the house and with the kids would free up more time for us to spend together. Fast forward to when I moved in, somewhat against my grandparents' wishes. My grandparents think that my boyfriend is a good guy, but don't think that he's the guy for me. I've now been living here for about four months, and we haven't gone on a single hike, played a single sport, or done any physical activity aside from walking to the grocery store together.

I brought up multiple times how physical activity and an active lifestyle are things that I need for my mental and physical health. Whenever this is brought up, he constantly brings up how we have no time, and that the gas money alone it would take to get those things makes it not worth it. Mind you, whenever he has free time, he spends it on the couch watching anime for hours at a time, or on video games for, I kid you not, six to eight hours at a time. All the while, I'm left with two kids, a house to clean, and dinner to make. Now, my boyfriend is a good guy. He's a patient father and a kind boyfriend, but I feel like he's too stuck in his ways,

or too comfortable with the life that he has now to consider my feelings and change. I feel like I've become some sort of replacement for his ex-wife, or a live-in nanny. This also is a good time to mention that he likes to make jokes about how a woman's place is in the kitchen, how cooking and cleaning is for women, and he only helps when we're having food that needs to be cooked on his outdoor grill, as I'm not allowed to touch it because he thinks I'll break it. I was also under the impression when I moved in that he'd be paying for all the bills, the house bills, and his bills. Since I make minimum wage and work 20 hours a week, I can barely afford my own bills.

But lately, he's been asking me to pay $500 for rent. Mind you, this is half of my monthly income, and if I did pay that, I wouldn't be able to afford my own bills. I do love this man, and I don't want to abandon him with all of his responsibilities, raising two kids on his own. I never put that much thought into being a mother, and I always assumed that if it happened, I'd be in a loving marriage with a man that has the same outlook on life as I do. Another thing to note, not only does he not live an active lifestyle,

but he doesn't see it as important for his children to either. They sit inside all day on their phones and tablets, sometimes not moving from the couch or their bed for the entire day. It makes me sad, but since these aren't my children, I have no authority to put them into sports or to take them to do any physical activity. I have noticed since moving in that my mental health has signified, significantly declined, and my physical health is going down the drain.

I don't know how to tell him about this, how to tell him I'm not happy, how to tell him that I love him, but I'm not in love with him any longer, or how to leave his two children that I've grown fond of and love. I've already talked to my grandparents, and I'm welcome home anytime I please. Then, one and a half months later, OP posted an update. I finally left him. I left October first and moved back to my grandma's house where I've been ever since. Life has gotten so much easier for me. I'm not constantly stressed, and I don't have to worry about paying a good portion of his rent or groceries anymore. He did try to get me to come back many times, calling me, texting me, saying how much he loves me, and how he'll never find another woman like me, and how I was his one true

soulmate. I wasn't buying it. I stood firm in my choice, and life's been better. He texted me the other day telling me he slept with an ex fling of his. She's older and known for sleeping with anyone who looks at her. He told me how disgusting he felt after and how he wished I didn't hurt him so much, basically telling me it was all my fault that he slept with her. Long story short, my life is amazing now that he isn't in it. I've gone on two girls trips and three solo hikes, and my smile has never been brighter. I owe it all to you, Reddit. Yeah, OP called her boyfriend a patient father and loving boyfriend. Easy to be those things when you have no chores. When the maid that you also get to bang, by the way, is paying half your bills. That was our slash best

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