rSlash - r/Bestof My Name is Rae Farty

Episode Date: January 15, 2025

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casino. Gambling Problem Call 1-866-531-2600. Visit connexontario.ca Welcome to r slash best of redditor updates, where a father punches and breaks the rib of his 12 year old daughter. Our next reddit post is from r slash off my chest. I'm absolutely furious right now. My friend has a daughter who's also in my 7th grade history class. OP is a teacher by the way.

She's the nicest kid in the world and one class. OP is a teacher by the way. She's the nicest kid in the world and one of the best students in any of my classes. However, this morning she came into my class late and wasn't herself. Normally she's raising her hand and engaging with the class, but this time she had her hoodie up and her head down. She was holding her arm to the side and looked to be in pain. Halfway through class, I walked by her desk to check on her and she looked up at me and had tears in her eyes. I brought her outside my classroom and asked her what was wrong, but she wouldn't respond and started crying even more. After a couple more minutes of reassurance, she finally opened up.

She woke up late for school and accidentally dropped a glass of water when she was getting ready. My friend, who's her father, Jesus, punched her twice in the ribs and yelled at her for being clumsy. I asked her if she was hurt, and she pulled her hoodie up and her ribs were beginning to bruise. My friend is 6'4 and over 200 pounds. This student is 12 years old and can't be more than 85 pounds. I asked my colleague in the next class to watch over my class and I took the girl to the health office where her mother picked her up. When she saw her daughter sitting in pain, she nearly burned the office down. She started cursing my friend's name and said this was the last straw for her. She asked me not to file a report, but I told her I was required to as I was shown evidence

of abuse and her daughter used the word abuse which she begrudgingly understood. I'm so mad right now. My friend has always had a short temper, but hitting your child because she dropped a glass is beyond disgusting. My student's mother texted me at noon and said that her daughter broke a rib and is going to be out of class until Wednesday. I feel awful for my students. She's a bright kid and well liked by her peers and now she's having trouble breathing

because her father can't act like an adult. I'm ending my friendship with this man. He's been getting on my nerves for a while, but I'll be damned if I'm friends with someone who hits their child. Then one day later, OP posted an update. My student is home with her mother and grandparents and is recovering. One of her ribs is broken and she's in a lot of pain, but she's breathing a lot better. Her mother and father are married, but they've been living apart for a couple of months.

The mother has been floating the idea of divorcing him and she sent me a text message this morning saying that she's going to file for divorce. Her mother is a really good person and she also reported abuse between her husband. She's been able to find living arrangements and is able to support herself and her daughter. I've known her for 16 years. She would never lay a hand on her daughter. She's a good parent. The father blew up my phone last night

saying I'm destroying his family and to stay out of his business. I didn't respond and blocked him. My student's mother walked into my classroom after school today to pick up any assignments for her daughter. She thanked me for reaching out to her daughter and said that I saved her daughter and herself from a lifetime of abuse. She handed me a note and said her daughter wrote it. I read it when she left and started to cry. My student thanked me for recognizing that she was in pain. She felt comfortable talking to me since she has known me her entire life and she knew how I would act if she told me that she was in danger.

She called me her favorite teacher and said that she'll be prepared for class when she returns. I pray she fully recovers and is not deeply traumatized by this event. She's a good kid and needs to be loved and cared for by people who appreciate her. Then eight days later, OP posted an update. My student came back to class today. She was out all week with a broken rib after her father hit her. She walked into class with the biggest smile in the world. Her arm was in a sling, but she wasn't taking any deep breaths like she was last weekend. She sat down and participated in class like nothing happened. She's so cool. After school, she walked into my classroom and handed me a note in an envelope. In the envelope was a gift

certificate to a nice Italian restaurant from her mother. She told me to take my girlfriend and daughter out to dinner this weekend. The note was her thanking me for recognizing that she was in pain and acting on it. She knew that she could trust me, and my actions went a long way for her knowing that she can go to someone she trusts if she's in distress. She wrote me a similar letter last week, but it just reiterated what she had said. She gave me a hug and left and I closed the door and cried a little bit. She's very strong for a 12 year old. I can tell this event isn't going to affect her greatly. Her mother is working harder to be open with her and she has a good family support system.

Her father is in jail and will be for a long time. She's a special kid, by far my favorite student. Our next Reddit post comes from rslashtragedy which is a subreddit that's all about making fun of parents who give their kids really stupid names. My sister is due to give birth in early January and we're planning her baby shower for early December. She decided she wants to use my mother's maiden name, Rafferty, as her daughter's name. This isn't a tragedy itself and I guess it works as a unique name.

But yesterday I texted my sister that I needed to get the custom items with my niece's name ordered ASAP so they arrive in time for the shower. My sister then let me know that they're going with an alternative spelling of Rafferty. I texted back, an alternative spelling of our mother's maiden name? Well my sister wants to spell it Ray Farty. alternative spelling of our mother's maiden name? Well, my s- Ha ha ha. My sister wants to spell it Ray Farty. So I sent back a bunch of laughing emojis and she asked, What's so funny?

I tried to explain that no one will pronounce that as Rafferty and she'll probably get plenty of the same mispronunciations. She told me I was being ridiculous. Ha ha ha. I texted back, My poor niece, little miss Farty Ray. I was uninvited to the shower and my mom told me today that my sister doesn't want me as the godmother anymore.

But like, Ray Farty is really bad, isn't it? Someone needs to tell her, right? Then, two days later, OP posted an update. So, my family put together an intervention on the whole Ray Farty thing. I know everyone said to send her a link of this post to my sister to show her that everyone of the global population would call her daughter Ray Farty and that would be the easiest thing to do. But some commenters said some pretty nasty things about my sister and she doesn't need

to read those things and feel worse about herself. But I wanted to address a few things that came up. My sister's husband was made aware of the spelling change of Rafferty to Ray Farty about a month ago before my original post. He said that he didn't think much of it until he saw it written down and immediately saw it as Ray Farty too. He said that his wife's emotions had been getting worse throughout the pregnancy and he didn't know how to approach her about going back to the original spelling. He had hoped that once she gave birth, all the hormones would somehow leave her body. She'd come to her senses and it would be a non-issue. So my sister is a bit of a joker, so I also initially thought that she was just pulling

a prank or joking. But if she was joking, she took the joke really, really far. She spent $400 on a mural painted on one of the walls in the nursery. She wanted to debut the finished nursery to everyone at the baby shower, including her husband who was forbidden to see it beforehand. The mural had Ray Farty incorporated into it and now that needs to be repainted. She also bought herself a birthing gift that she would have her husband present to her in front of everyone at the hospital.

A $900 gold bracelets with Ray Farty spelled out on it in charms. The baby book also has Ray Farty embroidered on the cover. I contacted my sister's best friend, Katie, if my sister has told her anything about the spelling change. Katie found out about Ray Farty after the blow up with my sister, as my sister wanted to get Katie on her side. Katie, who's a teacher, was equally horrified about the spelling and told me this is the worst attempt at a creative name she's ever seen. The intervention, a farty party,

if you will, included me, my sister, her husband, his mother and father, my mother, and Katie. My sister refused to believe that anyone could possibly see Ray Farty as Ray Farty and that we were just mad that she was taking creative license and that everyone does it nowadays. My sister said that kids aren't that cruel to bully her daughter for her name and Katie said plenty of kids are cruel enough and the others would join in so they're not singled out themselves. My sister countered that as long as all the adults are pronouncing it correctly that it'll be no problem and that Katie told her that not only would the adults not know how to pronounce it to begin with, but as long as FART is in the name, kids will latch right onto that.

I was happy Katie was there because she shared interesting names her students have had over the past few years, so I knew that her opinion on this would probably be the one to sway her. My sister cried for about 10 minutes and finally agreed to entirely change the name because even Rafferty was tainted because we had all ruined it for her. We told her to take her time to consider a new name. She told us she still wanted to honor... Sorry, this is funny. She told us she still wanted to honor my mother and she suggested she would combine

my mother's first name with her mother-in-law's name and created a name on the spot that included a crass term for a lesbian. When my- Hahahaha When my mother pointed that out, she started crying again and accused us of not letting her be a mom, and her husband suggested that we leave it for now and we should all just go and give her space. It's been radio silence until my sister texted me a couple of hours ago that she and her husband landed on Theodora and she is absolutely in love with it. She even decided that my unborn niece looks like a Theodora in the ultrasounds. I replied that that was lovely

and that I'm so happy that she's happy. It's not to my taste, but hey, at least it's spelled in a normal way. So as someone with a slightly odd name, Dabney, I did get a little bit of grief as a kid. Luckily, my name doesn't rhyme with anything weird. I think I might have gotten called like Flabby Dabney once or twice, but that's like, you know, not a big deal. The big issue, the thing that really annoys me is that it never goes away. When I go to Starbucks and I order a drink, I always give my name as Joe because I don't want to do this back and forth of, did you say Daphne?

No, Dabney. Did you say Dabi like the Harry Potter character? No, Dabney. D-A-B-N-E-Y. So, it's just easier to say, Joe, I get my cup of Joe and I leave. That's also part of the reason why I named my daughter Lily because Lily to me comes off as one of those timeless names that will never go out of style. It's just a pretty flower and it sounds nice and it's simple and classy. Honestly guys, take it from someone with a weird name. Don't go with the weird name.

Just give your kid a normal name like John or Jessica. It's totally fine. Our next Reddit post comes from r slash relationship advice. My boyfriend Derek and I met through mutual friends six months ago and we immediately hit it off. He's sweet, funny, kind and just generally a good guy. He's super extroverted and I've never seen him dislike or not click with anyone. I mentioned him to my parents a couple of times and they said they were excited to meet him.

My parents live a road trip away, so me and Derek had to book a hotel nearby. About two weeks ago, we dropped all our stuff in the hotel and arrived at my parents' house. My parents are the most welcoming people you'll ever meet. They've met some of my past significant others in the past and they've always been warm and kind. Since both my parents and Derek are charismatic and welcoming, I thought the dinner would go smoothly, but I was wrong. It didn't start off too bad. My parents and Derek seemed a bit awkward, but I assumed that he was just nervous. We sat for dinner and my parents asked us a couple of questions. How'd we meet? How serious is the relationship? Etc. I've never seen Derek stutter or hesitate before this dinner, but he did. As soon as I finished

eating, he thanked my parents for dinner and said that we had to go. It felt like he was rushing to get out of the house. When we got to the hotel room, he ran to the bathroom and I heard him throw up. He said that he felt sick and he was going to head back home, but he insisted that I stayed and enjoy the rest of the trip without him. I agreed since I really missed my parents and he seemed to want to be alone. I texted him a couple of times asking how he's doing or if he felt better, but he didn't reply. After two days passed, I started to get really worried that maybe he was really sick and had to go to the hospital or something, so I cut the trip short and went back home. I went to his apartment and saw that he was okay.

I asked him how he was doing and why he wasn't replying, and he said that he felt fine and that I was overreacting. He told me he still felt sick and he wanted to be alone. I went back home and texted him asking if we did anything wrong and if our relationship was okay since he was acting so weird and cold. A week has gone by since that text message and he hasn't replied. Derek is the last person I'd expect to ghost me. I'm torn between wanting to give him space and wanting answers. How do I even reach out to him without pushing him farther away? Then a week later OP posted an update.

I took your guys advice and decided to speak to my parents rather than Derek to discover if maybe they said anything or knew each other in the past, like many of you suggested they might. Four days ago, I called my mom and told her about Derek's weird reaction after our dinner. I asked her for advice or if she knew what happened. She was silent for a moment and I asked her for advice or if she knew what happened. She was silent for a moment and I heard her start crying. She started apologizing and I didn't understand what she was trying to tell me at first. Eventually, I got her to calm down and she told me what

had happened. My mom is a high school teacher and apparently, Derek was her student during his senior year and she told me they had an affair! She didn't give me that many details. Honestly, I don't even want to know. All she said is that they only slept together once before she shut it down and my father knows and they attended couples counseling years ago to work through this. She cried a lot and said that it was her greatest regret. Then she told me she wanted me to break it off with Derek

because he brought back really awful memories and she found the age gap concerning. She's one to talk about age gaps. But ultimately, she said that it was my decision and she didn't want her past mistakes to ruin my relationship. I went to Derek's apartment again and he invited me in. He told me he had to tell me something, but I stopped him and told him I'd already talked to my mom and knew everything. He promised me he had no idea up until the point that we had come over for dinner where he immediately recognized her. He apologized for ghosting me and said that he just didn't know what to say and he was

scared that he would ruin my relationship with my parents or maybe ruin their marriage. I forgave him but told him this whole situation was just way too messy for me. And he agreed. So yeah, that's how my past few days have gone down. Honestly, I do kind of miss Derek, but not too much since the whole banging my mom thing is a massive turn off. Hey, here's a quick tip for you. When a teacher screws a student, it's not an affair, it's grooming. 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.