rSlash - r/Relationships Husband Left Me to Die with Rabid Pitbull

Episode Date: July 19, 2024

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where OP's husband abandons his wife to be eaten alive by a rabid pit bull. Our next reddit post is from throwaway some advice. I'm a 31 year old woman and my husband is 31. I had to protect my husband's niece from a pitbull and my husband ran off. I've been ignoring him since. Is this something that I should forgive him for? I'm going to start by saying that I'm still a bit traumatized. I'll be finding someone to talk to. I don't know if the pitbull survived the attack. I haven't asked. Me, my husband, and my husband's niece and nephew were in our backyard. I'm going to assume our gate was open, but I haven't asked. Me, my husband and my husband's niece and nephew were in our backyard. I'm going to assume our gate was open, but I can't remember.

Suddenly this pitbull came out of nowhere and latched onto his 5 year old niece. His niece screamed. I turned and kicked the pitbull with all the force that I could manage. I was lucky enough to hit it in the jaw somewhere that made its jaw dislodge. My husband, who was a few feet away, shouted something along the lines of, Who's dog is this? I told him to get our bear spray from the house. I was in a panic. I'm an animal lover, but it was so insane. The pit bull seemed almost rabid.

I don't think that it was rabid in hindsight. It wasn't foaming at the mouth. It was just crazed. My husband ran, but not towards the house. He literally ran out of the fence gate and shut it behind him. He didn't run towards his niece or his nephew. His nephew, by the way, was also present in an outdoor bassinet. What? So that means, wow, that means the nephew had to have been like a baby, a straight up baby, maybe one year old, probably younger. Wow, that is okay. I wasn't expecting that. I managed to all but toss the bassinet onto the picnic table to make sure that it was

out of the dog's reach. All this while holding his niece on my shoulder. I put her on top of the barbecue to keep her out of reach, but the dog was literally jumping and snapping. And I was worried that if I tried to carry his knees, I'm short, it would manage to grab her out of my hands. It chased me, but I swung at it and I just kept swinging until it stopped. I don't think I'll ever forget the sound or feeling. It was so high stress I didn't even realize that it had

bit me twice. I haven't spoken to my husband for a full week even though we live in the same house. I didn't even ask him where he ran off to. He only came back a few minutes later to pack us into the car and drive us to the hospital. He's now angry at me for giving him the silent treatment, but I feel like it's his fault that I was the one who had to fight the animal. If he had just gotten the bear spray, which I literally keep in my purse, then I don't think that I would have had to do what I had to do. The bear spray was literally just inside the door of our house. He knows where I keep it.

Instead, he took off to God knows where. Me and those two children, who, by the way, I'm not even related to, could have died. This detail might not even be relevant, but I don't even like kids. I'm staunchly child-free and my husband was the one who offered to babysit for the weekend. I don't know, is this grounds for divorce? I'm not sure I can even look at him. Any attraction I had to him is pretty much gone.

He tried to touch me yesterday just to move me so that he could pass by. And I smacked his hand away without even thinking about it like he was some stranger at a bar because it was literally jarring. He's been sulking around the house trying to talk to me and then getting frustrated, then sulking more. I wasn't expecting him to be macho and fist fight the freaking dog, but at least follow instruction. At least don't abandon me to a life or death situation with a toddler and an infant.

Should I chalk this up to a moment of panic? I don't even know if I want to hear him out. There's absolutely no coming back from this. No way on earth. I do understand that people can't really expect to act a certain way in a life or death situation because adrenaline makes people do crazy stuff. But yo, abandoning your wife and a toddler and a child to die while you go run away like a scared little baby? Nah man, I couldn't come back from that. There's no way. Also, down in the

comments, we have this story from I'm Smarter. There was an incident during a bonfire night when my daughter was six. We were in the neighbor's garden setting off fireworks. And one of the fireworks went sideways and came straight for us. My neighbor grabbed her granddaughter and my daughter and covered them up. I had my grandson in my arms, so I turned away to shield him. Also, both my ex and my neighbor's husband moved towards the problem to help. However, my neighbor's daughter, the mother of those kids, ran past her mother to safety. She abandoned

both of her kids. It was a small little moment, but it changed everything. My neighbor never really sided with her daughter again. Her daughter developed substance abuse issues. And multiple times, my neighbor took custody of her kids. From that day on, my neighbor never trusted her daughter again. She showed who she was that night. And OP, your husband showed you. Believe him.

Then one day later, OP posted an update. And I'll summarize because these updates tend to be kind of long and dry so I'll just stick to the juicy parts. First off, OP sought the help of a mental health professional, which is good. OP continues, Last night I told my husband that I needed space. I wasn't as nice as I wanted to be. He argued and didn't want to leave.

It's my house. But I told him that I just didn't want to leave. It's my house. But I told him that I just didn't want to look at him. That I couldn't look at him. He cried and I hate that I felt apathetic towards it. As for my husband's sister and her husband, as in the parents of the niece and nephew, they aren't speaking with my husband. I don't know when this happened but the truth definitely got out of the hospital while I was getting stitches. After I was done blubbering and trying to explain how something so terrible happened to their little girl under my watch, they apparently asked him where he was. Whatever answer he gave, it clearly didn't satisfy them. His niece just got out of the hospital yesterday,

so that really triggered everything and a lot happened. I had sent her flowers, a bear, and this one toy that she had been asking about. I didn't go to the hospital though. I was scared that seeing that little girl would make her nervous. But his sister and her husband sent me flowers too which made me ball. I'm just a freaking mess honestly. The father sent me a long message that I haven't been able to get through, but it's the sweetest thing that anyone's ever sent me. He also sent me a thousand dollars. They're good people, and I still feel terrible that I couldn't have done more for her. Anyways, I haven't looked into filing for divorce yet. I know that fighter flight can't be helped, but now I think I realized that it's okay to not to want to

be with someone who would leave you behind. I think I can that it's okay to not to want to be with someone who would leave you behind. I think I can say that I'm a fighter and I want to fight her with me. Maybe he'd be better off with a runner instead too. Then he at least wouldn't be leaving someone behind. Wow, the way OP talks makes it clear that she has zero love for him. We may have even tipped into the negative love value spilled over into like hatred. It sounds like she actually has contempt for her husband. Anyways, OP

continues. I don't know. It feels like I'm done, but I'm also just a mess. So right now I'm glad that I have space. Man, OP, I think you're a million percent justified. I don't know how anyone on earth could be with someone or even want to be with someone who would abandon you to die. You know, I just put something together, a detail that I didn't even register when I was reading the story. He closed the gate behind him when he left. He closed the pit bull in the yard with his wife and the children.

How did I miss that? That makes it so much worse! Anyways, OP, I think what you should do here is try to put aside the hatred that you're feeling towards your husband and focus on the positive here because you literally saved the lives of two kids. That makes you a hero. You're just, I mean, there's no other way to put it. You're a hero, OP.

Round of applause for OP! Our next Reddit post is from throwawaylanternmisses. I'm a 26 year old woman and my boyfriend is 28. My boyfriend has become obsessed with the lantern that he found at a flea market and it's getting weird. How do I approach this? So my boyfriend and I recently went to a flea market and he found this old style lantern that he absolutely fell in love with. He bought it on the spot and I thought that it was a cute little vintage decoration for our apartment. But now things have taken a strange turn.

Ever since he got the lantern, he's become super attached to it. He keeps it by his bedside and even gets up in the middle of the night to walk around the apartment with it pretending to pretending to be an old timey watchman. He'll say things like all is well or the night is dark and full of terrors and he really gets into character. At first I thought that it was kind of funny and endearing as he's always had this eccentric style of humor, but now it's starting to annoy me. He does this almost every night and it's disrupting our sleep. I've tried to talk to him about it, but he just tells me that he takes his watchman duties very seriously and that it's important

for our safety. The issue is, I genuinely can't tell if he's joking. Well, OP, you're still alive, aren't you? Has anyone else experienced something like this? How do I get him to tone it down without hurting his feelings or making him feel like he can't enjoy his quirky interests? Thanks for any advice. Gotta read the comments on this one.

The top one comes from Sit on a chair. Well, the simplest answer is usually the correct one. Clearly, your boyfriend has been possessed by the Night Watchman who initially drew him to buy the lantern. Hahaha. And then right beneath that, Prospective Active says, This exact same thing happened to a friend of mine. It got so bad that we had to have him committed. And then right beneath that, Prospective Active says, check on our friend at the asylum. When we got to his room, he wasn't there, but an old night watchman was. He was dead. This user says, we need more info. Is he a moth? OP, I don't understand why

you'd be upset about this. You're alive. You're healthy. No one's broken into your house. You know why? Because of the night watchman, obviously. Like the S-tier girlfriend move here would be to buy your boyfriend a like old-timey watchman hat and like a billy club and just like let him completely get into character. Maybe one of those old whistles. And hey, maybe he could arrest you right before bed and teach you what happens to criminals on the street.

If you catch my meaning, OP, maybe he could smack you around with his billy club. So what I'm saying is, OP, instead of getting annoyed by his silly little hobby, embrace it. See, this is an opportunity to build love and to, you know, joke around with each other. I'm really not exaggerating, OP. If you buy this man a billy club, he will be the happiest human being on earth. Our next reddit post is from FarHumor. I'm a 32 year old man and I've been married to my wife, Kate, who's 30 for 4 years, together

for 9. Our relationship has been amazing, loving and supportive. We have good communication, hardly ever argue and our bedroom life has gone from strong to stronger over the years. We discussed cheating in the past, and I was always clear that we would be over if it ever happened. Kate went home to visit her family last weekend, which was fairly normal. Before she left on Friday night, we had a minor argument about keeping the house tidy

so our communication was limited on Saturday, but I knew that she was going out to meet some friends at a bar. I trusted her 100% so I didn't think anything of it. Before I fell asleep, I text her saying that I hope she has a nice night. When I woke up on Sunday morning, I had a missed call from Cade at 4am. So I immediately called her to check if she was okay but there was no answer. After a few hours I tried again a few times but still no answer. Around an hour later I got a message saying she was fine and was driving back soon. Kate got home late afternoon and looked awful.

She had clearly been crying, wasn't wearing any makeup, which was unusual for her, and looked like a shell of a person. I knew right away that something was wrong, but she wouldn't let me hug her and would barely speak. I sat her down on the couch and made her some tea. I gently encouraged her to tell me what was wrong and she burst into uncontrollable tears for at least 10 minutes while I was trying to comfort her. She then proceeded to tell me, stopping every few words, that she had slept with someone

last night after the bar. At that moment, something in my brain broke. I can't describe it any other way. I immediately got up, jumped in my car, and drove off. I went to a park and walked around for about an hour. Kate was calling my phone constantly and I turned it off. When I got home, I grabbed two suitcases from the garage and went to our bedroom. I threw some of Kate's clothes and shoes into them and left them by the front door. Kate was

lying on the floor in the living room, curled up into a ball, sobbing. I called her best friend who lives nearby and told her that Kate needed a place to stay and a ride to her place and that Kate could explain everything to her later. I told Kate that I would leave for an hour and that her friend was coming to pick her up. Kate grabbed onto my legs to stop me from leaving. But I left and when I returned home again, Kate was gone and so were the suitcases. On Monday, with a clearer head, I answered one of Kate's many phone calls and told her that I needed her to send me an email

with as much detail as possible about that night and if she leaves anything out, there will be no hope of reconciliation. I received that email on Monday night, but I still haven't opened it. Since then, everyone's been trying to contact me, but I've just been working, exercising and sleeping. One of her friends turned up at my house with an attitude demanding an explanation. I told her to talk to Kate and close the door in her face. I've also been speaking to divorce lawyers, have moved money into separate accounts, and I blocked Kate and all of her friends on everything. Everything I've done since I found

out seems like I've been on autopilot. I don't feel angry, upset, or overly emotional. Just numb. Kate posted a note through the door yesterday asking me to meet tomorrow, but I'm conflicted. Should I meet her? Will it change anything? Is there any point in trying to reconcile? Is it normal to feel like a robot? How do I snap out of this? Then four days later, OP posted an update. After reading your comments, I decided to meet with Kate, but not read the email. Kate came to the house yesterday and when I opened the door, she looked terrible. She tried to hug me and started mumbling apologies, but I stopped her and we sat down to talk. I started by telling Kate that I'd be recording the audio of the conversation and she agreed.

I then asked her to explain what happened and told her that I haven't read the email she sent. Kate said that she had been at the bar with two friends. I know and like both of them and she told me what she had to drink. I was surprised at how little she drank because it was the same amount that she would normally drink when going for dinner. Just a few glasses of wine and a cocktail. She admitted that she was only slightly tipsy.

One of her friends, Sarah, has a younger brother Max, who's 27, who came to pick them up around midnight. It's a running joke in their group that Max has a major crush on Kate since high school, and I've heard them joke about this. The four of them went to get some food. Then Max dropped each of them off until it was just him and Kate. Kate said that she didn't want Max to drive the 20 minutes to her parents place after he'd been working all day, so she would just order an Uber from his apartment.

She went to his apartment to order the Uber, but couldn't get one. Max suggested that she should crash in his bed and he would take the sofa. He would then drop her off in the morning. Kate refused and continued to try to find an Uber. They were sitting on Max's bed and he kissed her. She kissed him back and they ended up passionately hugging. After that, she broke down crying from guilt and Max took her home. She cried for another hour then tried to call me to tell me what she had done. We had to stop a number of times because Kate kept breaking down and crying hysterically. She told me it was a huge mistake, that she got caught up in the moment, that it was terrible and she only loves me, blah blah blah.

After she was done, I told her that our story didn't make sense, but it didn't matter at this stage because I was done. This caused another breakdown. I told her I was going to continue with the divorce preparations, but for the next month we'd be separated with no contact. I also told her that we would both remain faithful, we'd both get a full STD panel, and she would tell our mutual friends and family what happened. If she sticks to these conditions, I'd be willing to meet again to see if there's any way forward other than divorce. She enthusiastically agreed to this, but made it clear that she did not expect me to stay faithful to her.

I know that many of you will criticize this decision, but I need to be sure that divorce is the right option after I've had time to process everything that's happened. I'm still 99% sure that this is where we're headed, but I need to be 100% certain. So one discrepancy that I couldn't help but notice in her story OP is that if she intended to order an Uber, why not order an Uber from the restaurant? Why wait until they were alone at his apartment before ordering an Uber? And also, why were they sitting next to each other on the bed and then they just kissed? Well, the reason why they just kissed is because she allowed herself to go to his apartment alone and then hang out on the bed together. What did she

expect? Well, this obviously to make out and then, you know, screw. In my opinion, if you really want to be faithful, then it's not sufficient to simply not cheat. You also have to not put yourself in situations where you could cheat or where your partner could get suspicious or jealous or that could break trust. I have no intention on ever cheating on my wife, but I would never come to a single woman's apartment alone and I certainly wouldn't hang out on her bed waiting for an Uber. Because even if nothing did happen, my wife would forever wonder, am I lying? Is he telling the truth? It's just, it's a recipe for disaster.

If you ask me, it kind of sounds like she wanted this to happen. Then OP posted another update which is pretty long so I'll just summarize the important points and then read the interesting parts. First, OP says that his friends have been supportive. Then he says, I decided to read the email and I wish I hadn't. The story Kate told me in the email was mostly the same, but there was no mention of going into Max's apartment to order an Uber. There were also pretty explicit details of what they did, for how long, and that they had

apparently used a condom. I will never be able to forget this description. Then OP goes on to explain that a lot of Kate's friends criticized OP for kicking her out, but now that the truth is out, they're apologizing and OP is basically like, shove it. Also, Kate's parents reached out, but OP is just like, whatever. Also, an interesting detail that the wife forgot to mention is that one of Kate's friends offered to spend the night at her house, but Kate declined and then she ended up at Max's house. Also, Sarah, the friend whose Max's sister, reached out to OP and she ended up at Max's house. Also, Sarah, the friend who's Max's sister, reached out to OP and she's angry at both Kate and Max. Turns out, Max's entire family is angry

at Max. They haven't even spoken to him since the truth came out. OP says, Sarah apologized on behalf of her idiot brother and said that she had warned him to stay away from Kate since high school. OP's wife is taking it hard, and then OP went out to a bar to drink, and he started talking to a girl and probably could have gone home with her, but he stopped himself because he wanted to keep his self-respect. OP ends by saying, I'll be moving ahead with the divorce, and I might not even wait a month before telling Kate that this is my final decision. Yeah, I think that's the right call, OP. I know that some people get cheated on and they can move

past it. Personally, I don't know how that's possible. Because the foundation of every relationship is trust, and if you don't have that fundamental cornerstone, then everything else that you build on top of it just crumbles. It's like building a house on sand. 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.