rSlash - r/Relationships Is My Wife Cheating?

Episode Date: January 7, 2026

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Welcome to R-slash relationships, where Opie's wife is super duper, obviously cheating. Our next Reddit post is from Zosokub. I'm a 42-year-old guy, and my wife is 34. We've been together for 10 years, married for 7. My wife just returned from an overseas trip to Paris and London. She went with her married sister to visit their married cousin and their divorced cousin, who I guess is currently in a relationship. I picked her up from the airport today and everything seemed fine.

While talking about her trip, she mentioned that she got hit on. that a guy approached her and asked her for her number and invited her back to his place, to which she responded, hell no. I was curious to see if they had exchanged texts just to see what was said, assuming it happened exactly as she said. In her texts, I saw one from Hinge. The type of confirmation text you get when creating an account. I was beyond surprised. I started shaking. I checked her internet search history and there was one for best dating apps in London. I checked her app history, and she downloaded it all the way back in October 2023, and even paid the $49 subscription fee. I looked further and saw that she also downloaded Bumble as recently as March of this year.

We have two young girls, and I love her so much. Can you think of any possibility other than emotional cheating? Then Opie posted an update. What a relief! I know my wife very well, and we have a very healthy relationship. I knew deep down she wasn't capable of cheating, although I know that flirtatious DMs could have been a possibility. The app download from 2023 and the paid subscription was for a friend. I remember she actually told me about that and I completely forgot about it, so that checks.

The Bumble in March was for meeting new friends, but she said that it was lame and gave up on it quick. The search and use of hinge over the weekend was to find out where people go out since she wasn't local. Her sister actually said it was a dumb idea, and they ultimately didn't find what they were looking for. I know some of you will call me naive, but I'm I never really thought that it was a possibility in the first place. I was very aware of her disposition during our talk, and at no time did she seem guilty. She seemed genuinely dumbfounded.

Thank you to all who offered words of wisdom and support. Okay, O.P., I honestly wish the best for you. I think you're more than naive. I think you're a little dumb. No one downloads Hinge and Bumble just to make buddies. Maybe F buddies. But you know what, dude, whatever makes you happy, I guess. Whatever. Your wife is definitely cheating on you, though.

Who pays a monthly subscription to just meet people to hang out with? Yeah, right, man. Our next Reddit post is from New Duck. I'm writing this from the bathroom because I'm literally hiding from the shame. I need to vent because I feel like I'm losing my mind. I'm a 27-year-old guy, and my girlfriend is 26. We've been together for three years, and she's the most thoughtful person on earth. She remembers everything.

Dates, my distant friend's names, exactly which foods I love, and which one I hate. I, on the other hand, am a disaster with memory. My brain is like a web browser with 50 tabs open, and half of them are frozen. Knowing this, I wanted to do things right this year. Two months ago, I bought the perfect gift. It's a vintage, first edition copy of her absolute favorite book, The Princess Pride, which was incredibly hard to find. I was so proud of myself for being so ahead of the game. The problem is, because I bought it so early, I hit it in a safe play so she wouldn't accidentally find it while we were cleaning or looking for stuff. I told myself, obviously, this spot is perfect. There's no way I'll forget this. Well, our anniversary

arrived yesterday. We had a romantic dinner at home. She gave me my gift, an incredible watch engraved with our initials. I teared up a bit. It was beautiful. Then it was my turn. I went to the bedroom to get the book and my mind went blank. Total white noise. I checked the closet. Nothing. Under the bed, nothing. In the toolbox, why would I put it there? Nothing. I even checked the freezer in a moment of pure desperation. Nothing.

I spent 20 minutes in the bathroom, but I was actually silently tearing the apartment apart trying to find that damn book. The panic started rising in my throat. I couldn't walk out there empty-handed after the amazing gift she just gave me. So I went out and I lied. I told her,

babe, your gift is something really special that I had to order from overseas. But there was an issue with the shipping, and it arrives next week. She was super understanding. She told me not to worry that the intention is what matters. But now I feel like absolute human garbage. Not only did I forget to give her the gift, which is physically inside this house, I'm 100% sure,

but I lied to her face. Now I'm on a countdown. I have one week to find where the hell I hid that book before she realizes there's no tracking number and no pending shipment. I've checked places in my own house that I didn't even know existed. The worst part is that this happens to me all the time with small things, but I've never screwed up on this level before. I feel like my mental disorganization is starting to affect my relationship,

and I'm terrified she's going to get tired of having a boyfriend who seems like he doesn't care, when in reality, I care too much. My brain just refuses to cooperate. I need advice on how to handle this with her. Should I come clean now and admit that I lost it inside the house, or should I use this week to tear the apartment apart? How do I explain this without looking like I don't care? O.P., you're not the only one?

There were several stories of people who bought a bunch of Bitcoin, put those Bitcoin into a password-protected account or a password-protected hard drive, and then forgot. Either forgot the password or forgot where they placed the hard drive, and now they've got like $50 million in Bitcoin sitting in a hard drive that they can't get access to. Also, have you guys seen the imitation? game, the movie with Benedict Cumberbatch, where he plays like a master code breaker and he

invents the computer. He plays Alan Turing. Well, that guy, Alan Turing, the guy who invented the computers, the guy is clearly a freaking genius. He famously buried all of his life savings in silver ingots in some wood, and he created some complex code that he thought that only he could solve that led to the location of the silver, but then he could be. He made the puzzle too hard, and he couldn't figure it out. So, he lost his life-saving. A bunch of silver ingots are lost somewhere in the woods in England. Also, in doing research about the Alan Turing story, I found this story on Reddit. This is how stupid I was when I was a kid. I buried 20 bucks in a wooden box that my grandfather gave me. I think it was a cigarette box popular in the 50s,

now that I think back. Anyway, I put the 20 bucks in the box and bury the box in my backyard. It's not a huge backyard. But the job is done. The money's safe. I thought. The next day, I went out looking for that box and just couldn't find it. I looked and looked, dug what I thought was the whole backyard up. I did this for a few summers. Couldn't find it. This was in the late 70s. I told my sister about it a few years ago, and she told me she saw me bury it and went out after dinner that same evening and dug it up. My heart ached so deeply for that $20 over the years. Our next credit post is from Eat a Moon Pie. This is so effing ridiculous. I don't know where to start. For as long as I can remember, my brother's been the golden boy and I've been

the screw up. I'm obviously an accident birth. I had some difficulties in school. And by the time I came around, my parents were peaking in their careers and too busy for me. And my older brother was too old to hang out with me. About two years ago, Golden Boy introduced us to his girlfriend, Sarah. She's beautiful and tall and tragic, exactly my brother's type. Sarah said that she was previously married, but her husband suddenly died from a rare heart condition. Basically, he dropped dead at the age of like 29. In the aftermath, she left her home state, went no contact with her family and old friends, moved across the country, and reinvented herself. This was like four years ago. Immediately, I did not like her. She seemed fake. It was just a vibe thing that I

couldn't vocalize. But also, it didn't matter. My parents loved Sarah. Like, the moment they met her, they started including her in family vacations, birthday dinners, and within a few months, my mom was saying stuff like, I think she's the one for your brother. Sarah has no social media. She has a super unusual last name. And over the past two years, I've Googled her from time. to time. Some recent stuff comes up like stuff related to her job, but nothing from before her move, and nothing related to her dead husband. Nothing comes up, and she's cagey and weird about him. If you ask anything about what he was like or his name, she gets teary and then golden boy jumps in. She and my brother got engaged a few months ago, so every conversation right now is about wedding

planning. Sarah has very few friends, none from her past life. So I'm in the bridal. party with some of their mutual friends. We went bridesmaid dress shopping a few weeks ago, and I Venmoed her payment for my dress. And then I was like, I wonder how far back her Venmo goes. Pretty effing far. Most payments are between her and my brother, and a hair stylist and nail stylist. But I saw one Venmo from a guy that looked like it was for living expenses. And when I Googled him, I found his Instagram. And on his Instagram, I found a wedding photo from 2017. And in that wedding photo, he was the groom and Sarah was the bride. So her dead husband is still alive, like very alive.

He posted three days ago. He's remarried with kids. I found her siblings, her old maiden name, and her whole old life once I found her ex's account. So I don't know what to do. Part of me is like, maybe the relationship ended badly, and that's why she goes around saying he's dead. Part of me is like, maybe she's in witness protection. Part of me is like, do I need to tell my brother? Do I tell her? Like, pull her aside and be like, Hey, sis, what's up? I screenshot it everything so I have proof. I just don't know if I should sit on it or tell someone.

O.P., I think I would err on the side of saying, none of your business. So just accept that she's lying, that the situation is weird, and just move on with your life. It doesn't really affect you. It's fairly juicy gossip and you shared it on Reddit, so that should be enough to get it out of your sister. Our next Reddit post is from Salt Lamp Liquor. A couple of weeks ago, my partner and I found out that I was four to five weeks pregnant. We're struggling financially at the moment, as I'm a student, and he lost his job in August, so we decided to go through with an abyss. We found out on Saturday, and the pills arrived on Wednesday.

I planned to take the pills that start the abortion on a Thursday night after my classes were done for the week. I ended up missing some classes and leaving my internship early, because I was throwing up often and felt extremely nauseous. The days leading up to Thursday were tough because of the nausea and anxiety I felt. My partner was there, but was emotionally distant as he spiraled about money several times during the week. Thursday night came and I was getting ready to do the pills. I was very anxious. The instruction said to take ibuprofen and Tylenol before starting. My partner didn't give me enough ibuprofen and told me to use his marijuana pen instead of Tylenol. We went back and

forth as I was nervous to stray from the instructions, but ultimately I trusted his judgment. I came to regret that. The pain started almost immediately and quickly became severe. It was the worst pain I've ever felt. My partner tried to rub my back, but him touching me made the pain worse. I shook uncontrollably and vomited several times. It wasn't long until I was begging for Tylenol, so my partner got some for me. At that point, it didn't help at all. Heat also didn't help. Four and a half hours into this at 2 a.m., I reached the limit of what I could handle and begged my partner to take me to the emergency room for some stronger pain relief. I was also having anxiety that something wasn't right, and I wanted to seek a medical professional. We had decided

to do this all at home because we didn't want anyone to know, but at this point, I no longer cared. My partner freaked out when I asked to go to the emergency room, yelling and refusing to take me. I cried and begged him as I laid there, since I couldn't get up on my own. I told him I would call my mom, who didn't know what was going on, or 911 if he wouldn't take me. At this point, he got out of bed and stormed around the room angrily, gathering clothes to put on. He continued to yell and try to refuse while standing in front of me, clenching his fists. He told me to just wait and see how I felt, but I felt like I'd already been waiting four and a half hours. I ended up staying home and the pain miraculously lessened 15 minutes later, enough for me to go to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I was in pain but could manage better. I had this horrible sinking feeling about what had happened. I was shocked that he would yell at me and make me scared when I was so vulnerable and suffering. Our relationship hasn't been the same since, even though we've talked about it many times since. I just don't feel like I can trust him fully, although I want to. He's a wonderful person and has taken care of me many times in the past. I just can't believe he would refuse me medical care to protect his reputation. The following four days, I was in a lot of pain and bleeding significantly. He rushed to get things back to normal, directing his energy back to work and initiating

intercourse Friday afternoon. I told him I wasn't ready, and even though he would accept it, he tried again several times each day. I just don't know what to do. I feel betrayed, confused, and like my pain and suffering doesn't matter. How can we repair our relationship? Girl, you don't. You leave him. Oh my God. How was this not a wake-up call for you? You're basically doubled over in pain, weeping and bleeding, and he's like, hey, babe, how about we go to the bedroom and make things spicy? Our next Reddit post is from Andrea Doe. I'm a 23-year-old guy, and I'm a police officer in Romania. I earn a decent salary, about 1,400 U.S. which is good for my age here. I've been with my girlfriend who's 18 for seven months.

She comes from a very poor village background, a clay house, no father, toxic grandmother. But she's the most loyal, resilient person I know. She never asks me for money, and she actually tries to protect me from her family. My dad and my twin brother hate her. They constantly tell me she's low status, that she's weighing me down socially and that she's controlling my time. My brother even tracks my location on my phone and reports to my dad if I spend too much time with her. They recently staged an intervention, claiming she has a bad history, based on village gossip from when she was 14, and that she's disrespectful. The proof?

She recently panicked after breaking a window at a cafe and joked that I had five minutes to come help her, which my dad overheard and took it as her treating me like a slave. In reality, she was just scared and needed help. I sat down yesterday and audited my life. I realized I'm being gaslit. My twin brother is unemployed and a wedding DJ. He earns cash from gigs, but he hoards it. He lives at home and drives a 2007 Audi A4 that my parents maintain.

I pay for his monthly iPhone bill. I buy the groceries for the house. I buy the fun food like pizza and takeout. I lend him cash that he pays back reluctantly. He treats me like an ATM while judging my money. my life choices. Meanwhile, I drive a beat-up car that I've spent 2,000 euros repairing myself because my dad, who owns it, refuses to drive or fix it. I have almost no savings because I'm bleeding money to support my brother and the household. My mom was my only ally. She actually

helped me secure a social apartment for very cheap rent. But here's the twist. She's now insisting that my twin brother moves in with me. She says he needs to leave the nest too. She says he needs to leave the nest too. Even worse, lately, she started echoing my dad's opinion about my girlfriend and my behavior, likely to keep the peace at home. I feel like I'm losing my last offender. I have the keys to the apartment. I've decided to, one, stop paying my brother's phone bill. Two, stop buying food for the house. Three, move out. But I'm terrified. If I tell my brother he can't live with me, my whole family will paint me as the bad guy who abandoned his twin. I feel like the walls are closing in. Well, would it be that bad of a thing if this damage the relationship with

your family considering they don't respect you or your girlfriend or your life choices? They seem like scummy, selfish people. Beside your 23, you're bound to move out on your own eventually, right? That was our 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.