rSlash - r/Offmychest Boyfriend Used AI to Gaslight Me

Episode Date: June 3, 2026

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Look forward in your change. Welcome to R-slash off my chest, where a boyfriend uses AI to manipulate his girlfriend. Our next Reddit post is from Bye Coyote. What just happened to me was so mean. Maybe the meanest things someone close to me has ever done. My boyfriend is 39, turning 40 next week, and I'm a 34-year-old woman. He was my best friend off and on, then we dated the last two and a half years. The relationship was just okay, but we were very compatible in a lot of important ways.

However, I always felt like he had a superiority complex over me. I questioned a lot whether he even liked me, but he assured me he did. We never said I love you or moved in together. We live in separate houses. But we were essentially best friends, exclusively with benefits, and were together more often than not at each other's places, building towards a future. Things have actually been going really well lately, trending better every week. Two weeks ago, we had a disagreement,

and I requested that we wait until we saw each other in person on Monday to talk through it because I was very tired coming home from a work conference, and he was at his mother's house for Mother's Day. He claimed he wasn't upset at all, and he even threw out more antagonizing comments saying that I was already upset, so he might as well go for broke. I was annoyed, but I let it go, thinking it was better discussed Monday. I woke up on Sunday to a 1600-word essay in which my boyfriend fed five years of private emotional history and conversation, into Claude AI, over 92,000 messages, framed it around his narrative and created an evidence-based indictment of me as a bad person and a bad partner.

He sent the essay and a message that said, Enjoy my Claude's analysis. No, good morning, just that. I woke up to that, and it immediately filled me with so much physical stress. It just felt like it came out of nowhere, and quite frankly, it was extremely. mean, painting him as this perfect person who has to deal with me, how I never change,

all these really nasty things that are very unfair and discounted all the work that I put into this relationship to try to make him happy. Everything I said, jokes, vulnerabilities, me being in therapy, etc. And even things from before we were dating or talking as friends were all pulled out of context and weaponized. In response to me telling him how inappropriate and mean it to send that, he said, you saying my sharing of my experience and my truth is inappropriate and rude, says enough. A switch flipped for me, and I broke up with him right then. He knows my past, where my ex-husband started secretly recording me in my day-to-day without my knowledge at the end of my relationship, to try to build a case against me when he knew that we were

hitting towards divorce. He didn't take me seriously and tried to send me a good night message, in which I reiterated that I was serious and here was a list of my items that I needed back from him. Here's a list of his items and let me know if anything was missing. I'm just done. There's no way to regain trust after someone does something like that. Even as just friends. We talked every day for nearly three years and now never again. Every future message would be contaminated and leave me wondering if my joke would end up in an evidence pile later.

You know, I'm constantly amazed by all the applications of AI. Not in a, wow, that's amazing since, but like a, who comes up with this stuff since? Using AI to gaslight and emotionally manipulate your partner? Cool, amazing. Welcome to the future. I never in a million years would have come up with this. This is such an unhinged, ridiculous application of AI. Our next Reddit post is from Eye Boyle.

I'm a 28-year-old man who grew up in a very wealthy family that's been part of a close, knit and strict religious community for generations. This community exists all over the world, but everyone knows each other and everything revolves around obedience, tradition, and reputation. Within our faith, you're expected to find a partner within the community, preferably even within your own church. After a first date, people basically already assume marriage is the next step. I'm the oldest of five children, and I always grew up with the idea that one day I would not only have an important role within my family, but also within the family business and the community itself. My parents met during one of the large international gatherings of our community.

Several times a year, people from all over the world traveled to the place where the faith originally began for celebrations and gatherings. My mother came from a foreign church, while my father came from a church within the same community in the country where I grew up. Shortly before they met, my mother had apparently been doubting whether she wanted to leave the community. She once told me this years ago. When I asked her why, she literally said, The flesh wanted something different than the spirit, but God sent your father to bring me back to faith.

A few months ago, my mother suddenly started turning away from the faith. She no longer wanted to attend services and became increasingly withdrawn. This caused a lot of tension within our family, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened around two months ago. That was when she suddenly told my father and me that I am not his biological son. Shortly before she met my father, while she was still doubting the faith, she had a brief relationship with a local guy from her hometown. He worked at an ice cream shop, which is how they met. Intercourse before marriage and living together are absolutely forbidden within our faith. So my parents were still living in separate countries until they got married. But a few days before her wedding to my father, she met up

with that guy one last time. You can probably guess what happened. Contraception is also forbidden within our faith, so you can probably guess the result of that as well. After confessing all this, my mother almost immediately packed her things and left for the house that my parents own in her home country close to her family. I've barely spoken to her since. It felt like a bomb has been dropped, and she disappeared while the rest of us were left behind in the wreckage. From the moment my mother told us, I felt something change in my father. At first I thought that I was imagining it. He became more distant and quiet. After briefly talking things through together, we decided to do a DNA test. A few weeks later, the results came back and confirmed my mother's story. He is not

my biological father. Since then, the distance between us has become bigger than ever. And honestly, I'm not even sure if it's just because of the shock. Within our community, people who deviate from the rules are often quickly pushed out. Children sometimes lose contact with their parents for getting into relationships outside of the faith or for leaving the church. Usually, those two things go hand in hand. People who were not born into the faith are also viewed differently, almost as if they're never fully equal. And even though I was born and raised entirely within this community, I was apparently conceived through what they see as a sin, with someone outside the faith. About three weeks ago, my father gathered my brothers, sisters, and me together.

That happened more often because of the family business he runs together with his brother, so I didn't think much of it at first. But this conversation was different. Without discussing it with me beforehand, he told everyone that my mother had confessed that I'm not his son, and therefore not their brother either. That hit me incredibly hard. Not just because of what he said, but because of the way he did it.

I had hoped that we could process this together first before involving the rest of the family. I felt completely blindsided. I immediately stood up and left. Once I got home, I received several loving messages from my brothers and sisters, which I'm deeply grateful for. But after that conversation, things suddenly went quiet. Since then, I honestly haven't heard anything from any of my brothers or sisters anymore. No calls, no messages, nothing.

I don't know if they were told to keep their distance, or if they don't know what to say, or if they suddenly see me differently too. Meanwhile, my father kept his distance. During gatherings, he avoided eye contact and physically kept his distance from me and my family. At first, I thought he simply needed time to process everything. Until last Tuesday, his secretary asked me to come to his office. When I walked in, he was sitting there with his brother, who co-owns the family business with him. It quickly became clear what the conversation was about.

Because I'm apparently no longer considered real family, they no longer see a future for me within the company. I have a permanent contract, but they would prefer that I leave voluntarily. The plan that I would eventually buy shares in the company is now completely off the table. On top of that, my house was partially financed through a loan from the company. If I refused to leave voluntarily, they plan to look into what's steps they can take regarding that financial arrangement. The most painful part of that conversation was when my father said that if I sold my house, I could build a pretty good life in your country of origin with the profits. By that, he meant my mother's home country, a place I barely

have any connection to, as if I suddenly come from somewhere else. As if 28 years together suddenly means nothing. I honestly don't know what to think anymore. In the span of two months, it feels like I've lost my identity, my family, my future within the company, and maybe even my place within the community. The worst part is that I had absolutely no control over any of this. I'm still the exact same person I was a few months ago, but now everyone suddenly looks at me differently. Man, Hopi's mom is something else. First, she ruins her husband's marriage by cheating on him. She also denies the actual father a right to see the real son that he probably still doesn't even know that he has, then she just drops a bomb on the family, blows everything up, and then just runs away to

mommy and daddy. What an actual scumbag human being. Our next Reddit post is from Puzzled Age. My 10-year high school reunion was Saturday. I walked in expecting to be one of the success stories. Decent job in sales, married, and I own a condo. Basically, I'm doing okay. I was ready for the, wow, you turned out great, energy. I get there, and within an hour, I clocked something that I had seen coming. Half my class is doing genuinely incredible. Two of them sold companies. One's a surgeon at a hospital I've actually heard of. A girl I used to feel sorry for runs a non-profit and got featured on a podcast I listened to and I never connected the name. They were polite to me. That was the part that stung. The politeness. I was the kid who had it all. Captain of two sports, valedictorian,

full ride. Everyone told me I'd be a senator or run a company. I built my whole personality on being the one who would. I had funds that I'd set aside for a big move that I'd been about to make for six years. Grad school, a business idea, moving cities, or just something. I drove home and my wife asked how it was. I said it was fine, and I just went to bed at 9 p.m. playing rolling riches on my phone. I haven't slept right since Sunday. Did anyone else go to a reunion and realize the timeline you'd been telling yourself wasn't real? O-P, comparison is the thief of joy. People have the bad habit of comparing up. Like, oh, I make $100,000, but that guy makes $200,000. My life is so miserable. But they tend not to compare down. I make $100,000. Oh, but that guy makes $50,000. I should be

grateful for what I have. I would say realistically that, that you, you would say realistically that your life did turn out pretty well. You had an amazing high school, you had college that you didn't have to pay for, you got a decent job, you got a wife. Like, so what if you didn't make, you know, $100 million selling a company? Most people don't. So focus on the good stuff, not the bad stuff. Our next Reddit post is from Super Hate Everyone. I'm a 29-year-old woman, and I'm terminating my parental rights to my child who's 14. Well, 14. That means O.P. gave birth at 15. For 14 years, I dealt with a narcissist and his family. Since my daughter was born,

her father and his family have done everything in their power to make her hate me. They've been successful. Her father used to tell her after I would say, I love you, tell mommy F you. He also told her to physically harm me.

He's threatened to drive his truck through my house and have had people watch my house. He's called child protective services on me every year for 14 years. He's taken me to court numerous times. I've spent thousands on an attorney and have kept documentation of all of this for 14 years. I've defended myself and proven every accusation to be false. I'm drained. I can't fight anymore. I don't want to fight anymore. My daughter has continued to hate me and has even told lies about me as well.

Some lies could have put me in jail had they not been investigated properly. The accusations are continuing to get worse. I'm afraid that their accusations will have eventually put me in jail. My daughter once told her teacher that I had left her home alone to go on vacation. The teacher called me to verify that I was home and I was. I even told the teacher that I could come up to the school to prove it or they could send an officer to my house to verify. I've been with my current husband for 10 years and have two bonus kids. My husband and children have been subjected to countless CPS investigations as well as harassment from my daughter's family. It's gotten to the point that I've had to put cameras inside of my home to protect myself and my children from the

accusations. We're all tired. We just want peace. All I've ever wanted was to be the best mother that I could for my daughter. I wanted to give her everything she needed from me and more. I've tried like hell the last 14 years to be the mother she needed and deserved, but I've been met with abuse at every angle. I was young when I gave birth to her. I was 15 years old. I had no support whatsoever, and I've done everything myself. I've created a good life, a safe life, and they want to take that away from me. It seems like they'll stop at nothing to ruin my life,

to keep me under their control. Not anymore. So for the safety of myself, my husband, and my two other children, and at the wishes of my daughter, I'll be terminating my rights. It hurts. It's the hardest decision I've ever had to make,

but I have no fight left in me. Why try to force a relationship that just isn't there? Well, as painful as this is to do, I think there's probably a decent chance that once O.P.'s daughter goes to live with the horrible father, she'll realize pretty quickly that she has it much better with mom. That was R slash off my chest. And if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.