rSlash - r/Relationships Boyfriend Hit Me in my Pregnant Belly

Episode Date: June 4, 2024

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Applause. For you, Mina. The Watchers, Friday. Welcome to r slash relationships, where OP almost gets murdered. Our next reddit post is from deleted. I'm a 27 year old woman and my boyfriend is 24. He hit me in my pregnant stomach. What should my next move be? We've been together for 3 years.

We seem to have this reoccurring argument about him being jealous of my oldest son's father. Today I received a call from my son's school about some trouble he got in with his classmate. I called his dad to inform him, which is something we always do in situations concerning our child. I always communicate matters with my son to his father and vice versa. We strictly discuss our son, and nothing else whatsoever. There's never any inappropriate interaction between my son's dad and I, ever. When the phone call was over, we continued the conversation through text.

This must have rubbed my boyfriend the wrong way because his body language appeared tense all of a sudden. I asked him what was wrong, and he responded that he didn't like the fact that some of my passwords are my son's name because he has the same name as his dad. I told him that my passwords are just that, my child's name, he has the same name as his dad. I told him that my passwords are just that, my child's name, not his dad's. He seemingly got over it and we moved on. Fast forward an hour later, he comes in the room and tells me that he'll text me later while he's at band practice and that he wants me to respond back as fast as I responded

to my son's father earlier today. He never texts me while he's at band practice. He always calls after or I'll just see him when he gets home. So I told him that I'm not responding at all since he's comparing himself to my oldest son's dad, again, and that he's only texting me just to see if I'll respond in a certain time. This gets him even more upset and he begins raising his voice. I try to leave the room to avoid arguing and he blocks me from leaving and tells me that I'm not leaving, so I start yelling for him to move out of my way.

My boyfriend is a huge guy, 6'1", 260 pounds, compared to my petite self, 5'0", 164 pounds. By this point, my one-year-old is crying and I'm trying to get to him. My boyfriend keeps pushing my hand every time I try to grab the doorknob and using his weight to keep the door from opening, so I hit him in his shoulder. Not hard at all, he probably barely felt it. And he hit me back way harder in my stomach.

I'm currently six months pregnant. So I turn the other way and start to cry. Instead of apologizing, he starts to blame me saying that it was a reflex because I hit him first and he didn't mean to hit my stomach. He also said that he didn't even hit me that hard, which was false. He tried to grab me and I lashed out in anger, hitting, yelling and kicking. When he finally let me leave the room, he followed me to the other room demanding that we talk right now.

I told him no, and he proceeded to pull and yank me off the bed to get me to go with him until I yelled at him to leave me alone. Our one-year-old child is next to me while my boyfriend is doing this, so my child screams and cries for me to pick him up. I told my boyfriend that he's scaring the baby, and my boyfriend just keeps trying to take him from me so that he can put him down and pull me out of the room. He eventually gave up and said that I'm using our son as an excuse to avoid talking. I'm just at a loss for words right now. Oh, okay. If anyone's ever in this situation, the solution is not to sit down and write a Reddit

post. It's to go to the hospital and file a police report. In my book, personally, I consider this attempted murder. Punching a pregnant woman in the pregnant belly is a way to force a miscarriage. And this isn't me trying to get into the whole abortion debate. This is like legally the law here. If you force a woman to miscarriage when she intends to take that baby to term, that's considered murder.

Our next Reddit post is from throwaway SiriusBee. I'm a 30 year old man and my wife is 31. My wife doesn't appreciate my bees. I'm considering divorce. What should I do? My wife and I have been married for 5 years now. I work mainly in accounting and personal finance advice, while my wife is a math teacher at our local high school.

Recently, I've been researching and preparing to start a bee colony because I've been interested in bees for a long time and I recently reached a place financially where both me and my wife would be able to pay bills and have bees. Before I did anything, I spoke with my wife about my research and my plan to get bees. At first she had some apprehensions, but we talked through them. Once we were both on the same page, I found an artificial beehive and contacted a professional beekeeper to help with the bee process. And so, I began my bee journey.

A week or two later, my wife comes home while I'm making dinner and tells me that she invited a few work friends over, all 31 year old women, for dinner tomorrow. I say that's fine and continue making my dinner until she requests that I move my beehive, and the exchange went something like this. While I clean the house, would you mind moving your hive? It's an eyesore. I'm sorry, but what do you mean by eyesore? It's outside, and it has plenty of distance between itself and the house.

I know, but I want it further back. It doesn't match the house, and I don't want my work friends thinking that I let this house go to chaos when I'm not around." At this point I had finished dinner and was setting up the table when I asked her, why is this an issue now? Didn't we agree on the placement before I even got the hive? And besides, it's hard to move a hive once it's been placed. Where were you thinking of moving it? She responded that she didn't care. She just didn't want to see it. After that, we sat down for dinner and I asked again where she wanted me to move the hive, stating that the closest forest wasn't on our property and the second option would be

by the back porch. My wife repeated her answer, that she didn't care, she just didn't want to see it and we continued on as normal. We ate, we cleaned the house in preparation, did our respective night time routines and went to bed. The next day, my wife and I wake up around 5 am, do our morning routines, eat breakfast and head to work. At 4 pm, my wife calls me while I'm still at work. The high school gets done around 3 pm. I excuse myself from a conversation I was having with a co-worker and I go to a quiet corner of the break room. I pick up and my wife starts screaming at me that I didn't move the hive and now her work friends have to see my hideous beehive. I try and get her to calm down by apologizing and saying

that I forgot and that I can drive over and move it quick. But my wife cuts me off and says that it's too late and she'll do it herself before she hangs up. I'm standing in the break room confused and angry so I try to focus on my work and deal with it's too late and she'll do it herself before she hangs up. I'm standing in the break room confused and angry, so I try to focus on my work and deal with it later. I got home that night to my wife sitting at the table reading her book. She welcomes me home and I ask her about her day. She says, It was good. A little stressful, but nothing I couldn't handle. I then decide to bite the bullet and ask about the hive and how she handled it. Oh yeah, your bees, I almost forgot.

It was hard moving the beehive because the bees kept stinging me so when I tried to set it down it fell and broke so I left it there because it's your hive after all. You broke my hive? How long has it been sitting like that? It's been like that since I called you. I looked out the window to see my hive laying on the ground. Parts of the walls were broken, as well as the legs and other crucial parts of the hive. When I took a step outside to get a closer look, I saw my bees flying around, unsure of where to go.

I called my beekeeper contact, and they asked for a description of the damage. When I told him, he said that there isn't much that he can do, but he'll call a friend to try and fix the things that they can. I thanked him, hung up the phone, and walked back inside feeling defeated. When I re-entered the house, I walked upstairs, not even glancing at my wife. I took a shower and cried. My dream of having a beehive on my own was gone, and there wasn't much that I could do. When I got out of the shower, my wife was already in bed. I crawled in next to her and laid awake for hours questioning our relationship and if

she really loves me, why didn't she leave the hive alone? I've been contemplating divorce as I realized that after she destroyed my hive, she never once apologized, nor does she seem empathetic in the slightest. I tried asking for an apology and all I got was, why should I apologize for doing you a favor? I haven't asked for an apology since, and I'm wondering how I never noticed this behavior from her before, and I don't know what to do.

Deep down, I still love her, but she also can't understand why I'm so upset. What should I do? OP, your wife gave you less than 24 hours to move the beehive, destroyed your beehive, called you at work and yelled at you for a simple mistake and then didn't apologize after. All because what? Because a beehive is an eyesore?

No it's not! It's a talking point! It's interesting! Yo, if I went to someone's house and I saw a beehive I'd be like yo, is that a beehive? Because it's interesting dude, you have a beehive. Why do you have a beehive? Do you collect honey? Do you do it because you're interested in the bees or because you're harvesting honey? Where do you even get bees? Do you like buy them from the store? Do you order them online? What kind of bees are they? What kind of honey do they make?

Do you have a beekeeping suit? How long have you been doing this hobby? Like it's so interesting. It's such a cool, I don't know, just a cool hobby. Maybe I should get bees. Anyways, OP, I hate to recommend divorce for something that's seemingly so minor, destroying a beehive, but I mean, really, the way that your wife has acted here really shows that she just doesn't care about you, your feelings or your passions. Her friends opinions are more important than your happiness, which should tell you a lot Opie. So maybe you should consider divorce. Our next reddit post is from throwaway. My twin and I are fraternal twins. Recently we took a genetic test for fun because we wanted to see what we shared and the differences between us. Since we still share genes, fraternal twins are

like siblings genetically. My grandparents had suggested the tests and got them for us, so our parents didn't know about it. But our results made no sense. My twins' results came up as almost completely Eastern European and Western European. Which makes sense as most of my family are Croatian, German and Austrian. So all of that would be accurate. But my results were nothing like that. My results were almost completely Scandinavian with some Russian and a couple of other places. Neither of these were on my twins results. She had a very small percentage of Scandinavian, but that was it.

Also, we had no matched DNA. Which clearly seems impossible. We're literally twins. We have to share DNA. My twins said that they must have mixed up my sample with someone else. We ended up contacting the company and my twin and I took a test again. It was the same result. Both my twin and I were really confused. We told our grandparents and they just said, that's interesting, and said nothing else. My twin said that we should tell our parents and see if they had ever done a genetic test or if any of our siblings had and then we could see if somehow ours were still right. I mean, it kind of made sense that I'd have Scandinavian because I'm so much taller than my mother and quite a bit taller than my twin.

And I'm way better at football and handball than she is. Also, I'm very blonde compared to the rest of my family, but I thought that it was the German in me. When we told our mother, she reacted almost the same way as my grandparents, but she also seemed annoyed. She said those tests are inaccurate and our grandparents shouldn't have told us to take one. And when we asked our father, he basically said nothing.

I'm confused. I know my twin thinks that it's just a mistake, but I don't think so. We have to share DNA, about 50%. That's how twins and siblings work. Even though we're fraternal, we should still share quite a bit of DNA. But other explanations just don't make sense. My mother can't have cheated on my father because my twin and I would still share DNA, just less because we would have different fathers.

The results mean that we can't share a parent, or even be related. But I don't see why my parents would adopt me if I'm not their child when I don't think they've ever been to Scandinavia and why they'd adopt a baby that's almost exactly the same age as their biological baby. I'm panicking. The person I'm closest with in the whole world, who I thought that I even shared a womb with, might not even be related to me. My birthday might not even be real. None of this makes any sense and no one is telling me the truth. birthday might not even be real. None of this makes any sense and no one is telling me the truth. I am also scared that my twin might tell her boyfriend about it and then people

might end up knowing that I am some kind of fraud and my family isn't my family at all. Hmm, sounds to me like the grandparents in this story know what's up. They just randomly out of the blue suggested you take a DNA test with your twin. Nah, I think the grandparents know that something is up and this is their way of telling OP. Alright, well, a week later, OP posted an update. So, I'm adopted, which was probably quite obvious as soon as I got the results, but I guess I was in denial. My parents told me a couple of days ago. Not much, but a bit. I know now that my mother was Danish and my father's old girlfriend from when he was really young, which is seriously weird.

I asked them a lot of questions, but I didn't get answers to all of them. I don't know who my father is, how my parents were able to adopt me and why. If my mom is even alive, nothing. But thankfully, I am legally adopted by them, which is a relief, since I was worried that I might not be. And my birthday is actually my birthday, so they haven't been committing any weird fraud. It's very weird. My sister has been acting weirdly, and my family as well.

But in some ways, it's a relief. My parents still feel like my parents, and my siblings feel like my siblings. I know that technically they're not, but I don't feel too upset about it. I'm just upset that they lied and also that they won't tell me everything. I don't know if they genuinely don't know or just don't want to talk about it, but at least I have an idea about everything now. I'm still not quite sure how I feel about it, but I'm glad that I know about things now. Plus now I have a country that's actually good at football to support, which is nice. Yeah, okay, so my personal theory is that the grandparents always knew that OP was adopted,

and they thought that the parents should tell OP that she was adopted, but the parents disagreed and they were forced to silence. So now that OP and her twin are 18, the grandparents are just like, hmm, have you ever thought about taking one of those DNA tests? Our next reddit post is from AggravatingSign. I'm a 24 year old woman and my boyfriend is 31. My boyfriend went to a meeting for a job 3 days ago and hasn't come back since. Is it fair if I pack his things and send them to him?

So my boyfriend, whom I've been dating for 1 and a half years and who's only worked for 2 months out of that time, left the other day for a job opportunity. This opportunity came from a friend of his who I know has a history of ghosting him after doing the work without paying him, but he went anyways. So my boyfriend disappears for the whole night, basically until 2am. Then texts me that he's done acid with his friend and he's staying at his house after that. So then he texts me for a while, but he his friend and he's staying at his house after that. So then he texts me for a while, but he doesn't come home the next day and disappears again.

Then today, he texts me that he's going to come back in an hour and a half, but never shows up even though I ordered food for him. He was also supposed to come home to have dinner the night that he didn't show up, and he didn't come back then either. So is it wrong of me to send him his clothes and his stuff and move on with my life? Then OP posted an update. Eventually he came back. When I told him that I wanted to end things, he started choking me.

He did so for at least four hours, on and off. He then tried to stab me. He scared me to the point that I broke down. Then he held me and he of course apologized. He refused to leave and wouldn't stop the physical abuse or the torture until I changed my mind. I pretended to change my mind, otherwise he might actually kill me. No, this is not the first time this has happened. Anytime I attempted to leave, he would take my passport, my cell phone, my laptop, everything I had and either threaten to take them with him or keep me locked in the bedroom until

I would acquiesce and agree not to leave. In the end, I was able to end the relationship thanks to the advice and support of everyone here. Thank you, even for the harsh words, because I really needed to hear it. I'm in a safe place now and I'll return to my country in a few days. Yo, okay, I clicked on OP's profile, and she's been posting for about a month now, and is every single one of her posts

a red flag about her boyfriend? Okay, listen to the titles of these posts. Is it wrong for me to want my boyfriend to wake up earlier? Should I break things off with my partner? I'm in love, but I'm so tired in my relationship with my boyfriend. What do I do now? I love my boyfriend, but I feel so empty. I feel like my boyfriend sees our relationship as a chore. My boyfriend just disappears sometime with friends. Is this okay? I'm supporting my boyfriend financially and I don't know how to feel about it. Should I stay in this arrangement? Am I the butthole

for assuming that my boyfriend's history of relying on his ex-girlfriend financially means that he'll do the same thing to me? There's really no way for me to say this without it sounding like it's a joke and I really don't mean this is a joke at all. I'm not trying to be funny here. But what is this guy's secret? How does this guy pull this off? He has his ex-girlfriend supporting him financially and his current girlfriend supporting him financially and despite abusing his current girlfriend, she's like, I kinda want to stay in a relationship. I guess it's just abuse. He just abuses his girlfriend so badly that they become weirdly dependent on him. I don't understand it. Well, that took an unexpected turn. I'm glad you're out of there, OP.

I was all ready to trash on this guy for being 31 years old and only working two months out of, what, 18 months? But things took a pretty bad turn in the end there, so now the whole not working thing doesn't even seem that bad. That was r slash relationships, and if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.