rSlash - r/Bestof My Girlfriend Tied Me Up and Strangled Me

Episode Date: November 9, 2025

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Get the new iPhone 17 Pro at tellus.com slash iPhone 17 Pro on select plans. Conditions and exclusions apply. Welcome to R slash best of Redditor updates. where OP's girlfriend literally tries to murder him. Our next Reddit post is from R slash relationship advice. I'm a 25-year-old guy and my girlfriend is 23. We've been together for nearly a year. We sometimes do some kinky stuff

and she once told me that she has a thing for smothering her partner. I didn't like the idea, especially because I nearly drowned as a kid, which I told her about. About two weeks ago, we were doing the deed and my hands and feet were tied to the bed. She suddenly pinched my nose shut and pushed her hand over my mouth. I struggled as hard as I could and I made noise, but of course I couldn't speak.

I managed to get a few breaths, but once she was tightly locked on, I couldn't breathe at all. It felt like a little over a minute when she finally let go for a few seconds. I gasped for air and screamed out the safe word and said stop and kept saying no. She caught me off guard because I expected her to stop, but she ignored me and did it again. It's very emotionally draining trying to recall this, to be honest, and I know this might seem stupid as some who would enjoy this, but in the moment, it was really terrifying. Anyway, the second time seemed longer, and when she let go, I actually tried to bite her hand when she put it near me. Then she started pushing down on my throat and pinched my nose shut again. She let go when she was finished, and I was literally in tears.

I begged her to please stop and let me go. She started apologizing and said she just got carried away, and she's really sorry. I didn't care. I just wanted to be untied, but she didn't even do it right away. She kept saying, don't be mad at me, okay? Like, she didn't want to untie me until she knew that I wouldn't get angry. When she released me, I went in another room, and later on, I went out for a little while to clear my head. She apologized even more since then, and I forgave her, but I can't it over her apology seeming insincere. When I was begging her to stop and struggling for air, she was just laughing. And then as soon as she finished, she was suddenly so sorry. We haven't been

intimate since this event, and things feel strained. I know the strain is all on my end, because I'm the one that's upset about this. If I could just get over it, we could go back to normal, but I don't trust her the same way I used to. This was really stressful and embarrassing to write, but I feel desperate to ask for advice. Do you think these feelings will go away? I'd like to stay with her, but how can I get over this? Then, three days later, Opie posted an update. I'm not living with my girlfriend at the moment.

I decided I needed some time away, which I was already thinking about even before making this first post. She was fairly understanding, but she thought that I was breaking up with her. I told her, no, I just had to be alone for a while, and she obviously knew why. I'm still having trouble processing this whole situation. Of course, I'm extremely upset that this happened, and I can't understand how she would do what she did. But part of me still feels like giving her another chance, and I'm having trouble talking myself out of it. The thing is, even if I definitely wanted to do that, I just don't see how things could ever be the same again.

I couldn't trust her the same way again, because I don't think I'll ever get over the terror of that moment. Anyway, at some point, she'll probably get tired of me acting this way and will break it off herself. I wish this never happened so much. So I'm hoping that being alone for a little while will help me feel better and maybe it'll help me feel more confident about ending it. O.P, you're lucky to be alive. I could physically feel my heart rate accelerating while reading this. In my opinion, this woman deserves to be in jail.

Our next Reddit post is from R slash relationship advice. I'm of indigenous descent. I do perform at powwows and I sang too. My girlfriend is white. So is her family, except for her brother-in-law, who's African-American. This was my first Christmas with my girlfriend's family. We've been together a year and a half. So I went to my girlfriend's family gathering for Christmas yesterday,

and while there, it comes up that I dance and sing at powwows. Conversation starts off innocent enough, but I get that feeling that people of color get sometimes when these sorts of talks come up. And I know something offensive is about to go down. There are about 15 grown people there, and four children. So I'm fielding questions like, do the words mean anything or is it just gibberish? I can hop too. How much Indian are you? Do you get money from the casino? Anyways, my girlfriend's uncle tells me to do an Indian chant and wants me to dance too. I said no.

Then my girlfriend's dad chimes in with, come on, do one. And then like six others start asking. I say it's just weird and I don't want to. My girlfriend's brother-in-law is, staring at the floor, glancing over at me with a look that says, I'm so sorry. And after about five minutes of this, her uncle tells his kids to dance and sing like an Indian. So then there's two white children making Indian noises and jumping around the room. My girlfriend is laughing, like WTF, and everyone is cheering for them. Me and the brother-in-law are staring in complete effing disbelief. Then they start in on me again.

They can do it, show them how it's actually done. I've had enough. I stand up and tell them I'm not their effing show monkey, and they need to be more respectful of other cultures. My girlfriend just sits there. She's been to at least 10 of my performances and claims to love my culture, and she not once defended me or my culture. I look over at her and ask her to help me out here,

and she sheepishly says, they're just kidding around. And I say, okay, well, I'm not kidding around when I say that we're done. Her dad and uncle start saying something, and her sister says that's not fair. And I start walking to the bedroom to get my stuff to leave. While doing so, I forget that she drove her car. And I'm without transportation to get four hours to my apartment. So I suck it up, go back out there while my ex-girlfriend's grandma is telling everyone off. She was not happy about what transpired. She's a saint of a woman. I say to my ex-girlfriend, you need to take me home, now, please. She's crying, naturally. And her dad says, find your own way, you effing bastard.

And my brother-in-law stands up and says, I'll do it. His wife tells him not to, and he says something like, this was all too much, and he can't just leave me stranded. So I get into his truck, and I'm shaking, I'm still so effing pissed off. He gets in, starts it up, and we're off. About 15 minutes down the road, he looks at me and says, Bro, what the fuck? And when we start laughing, he tells me about what happened his first time meeting that family and all the stories thereafter. And honestly, I think I dodged a bullet. So today, I've been getting messages from my friends and mutual friends of my ex about how I'm a butthole for breaking up with her in front of her family, cussing them all out and demanding

they fly me back home. Apparently, she's been feeding them all an extremely exaggerated event. One asked me if I keyed her dad's car before I left. Like, what the hell? Anyways, I've been feeling kind of bad for dumping her in front of her family. My adrenaline is still active and my nerves are all on end. Is what I did too much? How do I get my friends to believe that what I did was justified?

I know she probably didn't mean what she did, but still, she's also been texting me and trying to smooth things over, but I honestly don't see it, especially after lying to our friends. But also, part of me really does miss her. We've been hold up at my place for 11 months now, getting to know almost everything about each other. I'm confused. I know me and most of her family are done,

even if we work this stuff out. It's a weird thing to love someone, and then suddenly you have to tell yourself that you don't anymore. Then, four days later, OP posted an update. I turned my phone off after the original post, immediately got hammered, passed out, woke up at 2 p.m. the next day, ordered some mother-effin waffles, and built my dog a bed that she won't sleep in. Whatever, I guess.

Then I got in my car, went to Best Buy to buy a PlayStation 5, which they didn't have, naturally. I bought a new TV instead, got a switch and some games, and I've been living the best effing life I could possibly be living. No phone, no internet, no social media, and honestly, no heartache. I finally turned my phone back on today to an absolute onslaught of texts, missed calls, voicemails, Facebook messages, Twitter messages, you name it. There was a message on my PlayStation from my brother even. I did respond to him to let him know that I was fine and to tell our family not to worry.

I was just dealing with things my own way. The juicy bits are as follows. My ex is terribly sorry and she doesn't condone what her family did, but it's her family. And she didn't mean to laugh or whatever. She keeps trying to bait me to respond with things like, What about our history? We talked about having a family. Basically trying everything.

I will admit that I did respond once to say politely, please leave me alone. What we had was great. I enjoyed every bit of it as much as you claim you had. But that was absolutely horrific to watch. And watching you laugh at it was heartbreaking and abhorrent. We have no choice after what I experienced. She since messaged me a few times more, and I think she finally realized that it's over. Her dad or uncle, I don't know which, texted me to apologize for what happened, but I never

responded. Probably won't. Her grandma added me on Facebook, such a sweetheart. She's like 80, and posted the night this all happened that she's never been so disappointed on a holiday. Then she spammed the newsfeed with indigenous history stuff and made a big long post on the anniversary of Wounded Knee that was absolutely beautiful. I'm talking with her about her granddaughter and she thinks that I should give her another shot. I told her it's honestly not something I want to deal with right now. She gets it though. Our friend group has basically been split down the middle. Half still think that I should have waited until Christmas was over to break up. The other half just doesn't really give an F anymore, I guess. There are a few friends that I did explain what

happened, and that went about as smoothly as pooping bricks sideways. They refused to believe that my girlfriend would just sit there and do nothing, despite screenshots of her literally saying she was sorry for laughing and not doing anything. So they're done. I'm done with them. Also, turns out the brother-in-law and his wife are actually in the middle of a divorce, but they were trying to reconcile before going through with it because they have a child together. The brother-in-law in this story is the real MVP. Otherwise, I don't know how OP would have gotten out of there. Our next Reddit post comes from R slash legal advice. I've been living with my boyfriend for a year. I'm a graduate student, so I have very minimal income, and I'm very upset about this, but my boyfriend says he was

trying to do something nice. My boyfriend and I moved in together to a house that he found. He arranged all the landlord stuff and told me to send $1,000 a month to the landlord's bank account. I've been doing so for the last year, only to find out yesterday from his mom that his parents actually own the house and they aren't charging us rent. Upon hearing this, I asked my boyfriend about the $13,000 that he had me send to some account, and he told me that he was doing it for me as a gift to give back later so I could see how much I've saved. I'm livid. I'm not irresponsible with money. I have no debt, and I even have some savings. Over the last year, there have been some things that I've had to miss out on because they just weren't financially feasible without this money. There have been some times when I couldn't get my tires replaced, or couldn't get a new blazer to replace my threadbare one, so my boyfriend got to swoop in and save the day. It always made me feel so bad that he could live just fine on his salary, which wasn't that much higher than

mine. But I couldn't live well on mine. Now I know it's because he was spending a thousand dollars less than I was every month. I don't know what to do. I feel upset and uncomfortable about the whole situation, but my boyfriend won't listen to me. He keeps saying that this was supposed to be a surprise gift and I'm taking it the wrong way. I don't know what to think. Am I overreacting? Then, two weeks later, OP posted an update. I told my boyfriend I was moving out, with or without the money, and he told me that if I left him, he would keep the gift for himself. I told him whatever, and called his mother and told her I was leaving.

She asked why, and I told her the whole story. She asked me to give her a few minutes, and then she would get back to me. I heard her call my ex in the other room, and I could hear her yelling at him through the phone. She called me back and told me to take pictures of the rooms. I sent them to her, and she gave me the all-clear-over text. She also sent me an apology for my ex's behavior. I left and thought that was that. A few days later, I got a check in the mail for $15,000 from my ex's mom.

Not exactly justice, because the original money was indeed probably gone. But I walked away feeling pretty good about the whole thing. Legally, this was a scam. Ethically, this is financial abuse. So I'm glad O.P. moved on. Makes you wonder how such an ethical mother ends up with such an unethical son. 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.