rSlash - r/Offmychest I Have a Tail

Episode Date: January 17, 2026

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Visit medcan.com slash moments to get started. Welcome to R. Slash Off My Chest, where O.P.'s' Boyfriend's Family has a bizarre Christmas tradition. Our next credit post is from Throwaway Fire Drill. My boyfriend didn't tell me about a traumatizing Christmas tradition. My boyfriend's parents had a house fire on Christmas Day 22 years ago that burned down their home and killed the family cat, Parowinkle. He's mentioned this to me before many times over the course of the couple of years we dated, and I understand the anxiety of that more than anyone else, having also been a victim of a house fire.

It was self-caused when I was eight, also around the holidays. I was staying at my boyfriend's parents' house, and around 2 a.m. I start hearing everything, yelling, alarms, the two dogs barking, I jump out of bed and grab my phone next to me, ripping the charger out of the wall in the process. I try to put on my slippers, and I fall forward and hit my head on the dresser, but I don't even react. I need to get out now. I hear my boyfriend's little sister yelling, Fire, fire! My heart absolutely sinks. I'm trying to control my sobbing while making my way down their dark hallway out the door, and my throat feels so dry. I feel everything I did and more when my mother picked me up

from the hallway and took me outside during our own house fire 20 years ago. So I instinctively pick up my boyfriend's sister, who giggles for a second while I carry her down the hall. I knock over and shatter a picture frame running out while holding her. We're outside, and I put her down next to my boyfriend's dad and stepmom, their two dogs and cousin. I notice just how warm I am, despite the chill, pure adrenaline apart from my pajama pants wet and flapping against my thigh. I've pissed myself.

I cry because I'm so messed up from this and the embarrassment. But everyone around me is cheering, high-fiving? I didn't even see who was high-fiving who, and my ears are numb, and I'm trying to hold in a panic attack. My boyfriend grabs me smiling, and I say, what are you doing? What's going on? I don't hear sirens or alarms anymore, and the house is just as dark as we left it. My boyfriend looks at my face and realizes just how messed up I am from this. I'm shaking. He touches the bump on my head from the dresser and asks me what happened. I slap his hand away and yelled, What the F is going on? And his stepmom tries to comfort me, but I shrug her off. My boyfriend's goofy dad calmly says, we do this every year since the fire, and I time it. Pulling out his phone and showing me that only two minutes and 13 seconds have passed since he started his fire drill. I'll remember that number for the rest of my life. Or forget it immediately because I'm so traumatized from this. I'm shaking so bad trying not to pass out.

I called my friend who lives like five minutes away and get her to pick me up and take me home because I don't have my car here. My boyfriend's dad tells us to come back in when we figure out what my problem is. He's usually so nice to me. My boyfriend said he didn't think I'd react like this since I don't talk about my house fire as much as he does about his, and I didn't lose as much as he did. I just stay staring for a second. I feel heavy and weightless at the same time, and he tries to usher me inside talking about changing clothes. I push him hard off of me, and he calls me a B word, and goes in the house leaving me in the dark. I'm now sitting on a beach towel on my friend's passenger seat, and my boyfriend was texting me a lot a bit ago,

but I muted him. How could he not tell me about this? Why the F would he not tell me about this? Yeah, okay. The comments are all quickly jumping to O.P.'s aid. The top comment from Steel Bird. What the actual F? The morbidity of the situation alone is weird.

Toss in your history and not knowing what was about to happen, I wouldn't be in that relationship anymore. Period. Who knows what the hell? else is going to happen randomly. The weirdest thing to me about the story isn't that they did this already really crazy fire drill, or that they

didn't tell O.B. Both of those are still pretty bad. It's that Opie had a totally understandable and normal reaction of like panic and worry and just, you know, not knowing what's going on. And they all trashed on her for it. They called her a B word for nearly having a panic attack because she thought

she woke up in the middle of a house fire. What? I think most people would be panicking in that situation and they're Blaming her for it? Really weird, weird people. Our next credit post is from Select Can. I'm a grown woman in my 30s, who's currently engaged to another grown woman in her 30s. I'm both furious and my fiancé and disgusted with her. I doubt our relationship will survive this, and I've already been looking into new living arrangements.

My fiancé, Ella and I, have been together for five years. We both struggled growing up as queer kids, her more than me. Ella identifies as Butch and has since she was a tomboy. Last year, she started going to a therapist she found through an anxiety support group on this website. That was the worst decision I've seen someone make. Her therapist did nothing but tell her that she was right and everyone else was wrong. Ella brought up being teased at school and her therapist thought that was the root cause of her anxiety. Ella started talking about this girl, Bev, whom she decided was the cause of her mental illness.

Bev apparently used to call Ella a pig for belching in the lunchroom back in middle school. My fiance said that she used to use gross out humor and her male friends encouraged it. I told her it sounded like they were the bullies, but she shut it down. Her middle school years were rough because she was the gross and dirty girl that nobody liked. What she went through was awful, but she decided that Bev, a girl she hadn't seen in decades, was the cause. just because she was the first to call her out. Ella has ADHD and is a major people-pleaser, so I can see how she would act like that to impress her friends

without catching on how nasty it was. For the past few months, she's been telling me that she wants to confront Bev for her part in her trauma. I told her that was ridiculous, but her joke of a therapist agreed with her. Weeks ago, I found out that Ella found Bev on Facebook, who's now married with a life. And Ella's been stalking her.

She calls Bev's workplace to tell them they hired a sociopath. She called the police to make sure her kids weren't being abused and made insane posts under a burner account and left reviews under her job's Google reviews about her. Her victim finally pressed charges because Ella decided to confront her at her job and record it. Guess what? My fiance got arrested and has harassment charges since she's been proud of what she's been doing. She posts on Reddit about getting pro-revenge, and the younger people encourage this BS. Ella's online behavior became public, and she lost her job because of it since she worked with kids. She insists that her behavior is due to her PTSD, that her joke of a therapist suggested she has.

I can't take this, and I love to live with my family. I never imagined her doing anything like this. She's obsessed with fake pro-revenge stories and seems to think that she's, the hero in this. I reached out to Bev to apologize and the woman begged to be left alone. She apologized for calling her gross in the sixth grade and I said she doesn't deserve it. Ella is mad because I told her that I probably would have acted the same at that age when some kid was belching and making fart noises all day. The whole situation is ridiculous and my fiancee is acting like a trauma victim. She's ill, all right. Just not the way I believe.

she was. Nobody is on her side besides her online enablers. I've never been a part of something so ridiculous and I think I'm going to cut my losses. Okay, I don't want to belittle any sort of like trauma or bullying anyone's been through in middle school. But in middle school, everyone's just socially inept and weird and they don't understand people and everyone's awkward. So everyone's done something scummy to someone as a middle schooler, including calling someone else gross. I mean, haven't we all? That's just kind of what middle schoolers do. If this were systemic bullying and like actual real traumatic abuse, then I think she would have a stronger argument. But yo, calling someone gross one time, what's the big deal? Our next Reddit post is from OK Gur. I thought everyone had a

little tail above their butthole. I'm a 19 year old female. And today I took a mirror to my downstairs anatomy. It's not like I haven't done that before. I have. just not very often because I don't see the point. I knew what was down there, but after inspection, I got curious as to what exactly that little thing was called. It's like a small triangular flap of skin, or as I refer to it, a tail ever so slightly above my butthole. I've had it for as long as I can remember,

so I genuinely thought that it was part of everyone's anatomy. You might be thinking, um, how exactly did that slip by you for so long? Well, I've never actually seen other people's buttholes in real life. I've watched some adult videos a couple of times, but it's usually not super close up or directed at the forbidden starfish. I've seen illustrated diagrams of girl parts, but I just figured they left that part out. I guess I never questioned it.

So after Google searching, what's that little flap of skin above the butthole? nothing came up except for skin tags and similar type things. That was when the realization hit me, that not everyone has this. I literally said WTF out loud, followed by many, oh my gods. To be honest, I am a bit self-conscious about it now. I was like, I should probably take this to my grave, because I don't think I can strike up a conversation about my butt. I did end up telling my sister in a jokey confession way by wording it exactly,

as it is in the title. And she got pissed at me and called me disgusting for talking about it. Honestly, I don't know what I expected, lull. Maybe Reddit will find it a bit funny, or maybe you'll think I'm disgusting as well. Who knows? Okay, apparently people are calling this a perennial pyramidal perital protrusion. Do I dare Google this thing? Yep, that's a lot of pictures of buttholes. Do not Google that. Down in the comments. Delicious drummer says, I too have a butt flap. Nice to finally meet a fellow butt flapper. Our next Reddit post is from Darkside Zephyr. I popped champagne today to celebrate my husband's engagement to another woman. I know it sounds crazy. We've been officially separated since August 2024, but I'm still married to him

due to him refusing to cooperate. He's had multiple partners during this time, two serious ones in the past six months that were supposedly leading up to marriage. But, But this most recent one seems to be official, so I have high hopes. One of my husband's rugby friends told me he was engaged to his new girlfriend, and for me this means he'll finally sign divorce papers. He's avoided being served papers for months at a time. Ignored mediation requests, ignored my lawyers, for over a year. For him to get married, he has to get divorced, which means freedom for me.

I could not be happier with the news. I feel sorry for the girl, since I know what's coming, and it's abuse, control, alcoholism, and domestic violence. But I did try to warn her, so I did my part. I never even drank anymore, but this was absolutely champagne toastworthy. Good riddins to that child abuser and chronic cheater. Hello, Independence. Our next Reddit post is from Throwaway Poop. I'm at my boyfriend's house.

Everyone's asleep, and my boyfriend and I were hungry, so we went downstairs. to get some food. I threw on an old baggy t-shirt of his and an old pair of his boxers that had a hole in them. We went to the kitchen and we both decided that we wanted pasta. I opened the door to the pantry and reached up for the pasta on the shelf. As I was reaching, I felt the need to let out a sneaky fart. It was silent and I got away with it. I then got bolder and let out another fart. But this time I heard a splat. I looked down to the floor and I looked down to the floor and I was, and I then and to my sheer horror and disbelief, there was a puddle of poo on the floor. I was in pure shock. I looked at my boyfriend who was equally as horrified and we didn't know what to do.

I looked at him and to the floor and back to him and asked him if I really just pooed myself. We both burst out laughing, but really for me, it was a mixture of quoth. crying and laughing. I'm absolutely horrified. How will this man ever look at me the same again? He tried to bring me a new pair of shorts and I had to scrub my poo off his kitchen floor. He's asleep beside me in bed right now. How will I face this man tomorrow? Send help. Well, O.P., if he makes fun of you, just threaten that next time he'll poop on him instead of the floor. That should shut him up. In the comments,

Candlerk says, Wake him up in the middle of the night and tell him you did it again. And O.P. says, He made me sleep on a towel. Help! I wouldn't sweat at O.P. In 10 years, you two will be laughing about this. Probably.

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