rSlash - r/Relationships My Boyfriend Makes Homemade Lethal Injections

Episode Date: October 2, 2025

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Welcome to R-slash Relationships, where O.P.'s boyfriend keeps a kit of lethal injection needles. I'm a 19-year-old woman, and my 20-year-old boyfriend keeps lethal injections around. How can I react to this? I've been dating my boyfriend for a year and a half now. He has severe mental illnesses, such as severe OCD, anxiety, and autism. He's told me he's better because of medication and therapy, and he doesn't show any over-the-top symptoms. He's quirky, but I guess is quite pleasant to live with. Recently, I was at his house and he was fixing some furniture.

He asked me to get something from his garage. I had to go digging around a bit. Before I did, I accidentally dropped a box, which sounded like it contains glass. I opened the box to check if I'd broken anything. Inside were some syringes and needles. There were small bottles full of a yellowish liquid, which some of the syringes also contained. There was also measuring equipment inside.

It looked like a strange project. I was curious as to what this was. I didn't expect anything very bad. I showed the box to him and apologized for dropping it. He looked inside and said, Just put it back. He seemed panicked, though. I asked him what it was, and he said,

I can't remember. I asked again, and he kept trying to snatch it off me. He was very annoyed, and I knew that he was hiding something, maybe an addiction, so I kept on arguing. I told him he has to trust me, and if it's nothing, then why is he defensive? He eventually gave up and started explaining, after I promised to understand and not judge. He said his mental issues make him worry and obsess excessively. He has bad mood swings, which get extremely bad.

He feels helpless, alone, he doesn't sleep for days and stays up thinking. He stops talking to everyone. Years ago, he created something which will quickly end his life. He said that much of his improved mental health is owed to his lethal injections. They stop him from worrying because he can always reassure himself that there's an easy plan B if everything goes wrong. He took his injections everywhere in the past, but now he has them tucked away. I asked him if he's used them, and he said that he's gotten close many times in the past.

I don't know how to react to this. I kind of understand, but it seems so off. I don't see him as normal anymore. He looked so proud about spending time and money creating lethal injections that it was almost freaky. It also clearly shows how suicidal he is and his fragile mental state. I'm really upset because he's such a good boyfriend, intelligent, kind, genuinely a good guy. And as sad as his situation is, I don't know if I can live with him. How can I properly react to the situation? Hey, you know who else walks around with, with deadly needles?

Dexter, from the show Dexter, where he's a serial killer who kills other serial killers. So, to me, that's a pretty bad red flag, as in Chinese military parade levels of red flag. Why does he need multiple? You know, if it's just for himself, one should suffice. Why does he need a whole kit? O.P., I suggest running, not walking, to the nearest exit. Our next credit post is from previous twist. I'm a 40-year-old woman, and my husband is 43.

I've been with him since I was 16. We've built a beautiful life, or so I thought. We have three kids, ages 16, 14, and 4. We have a good love life and connection. He recently went to a bachelor party in Miami. When he came back home, he was very distant. I assumed he was sick from vacation. Three days passed, and I knew something was wrong.

I asked him about the trip, and he brushed it off. He avoided conversations with me and the kids and continuously cleaned the bathroom after using it. On day four, he cuddled with me and our four-year-old, then told me, I'm ready to tell you what happened on the trip. I immediately knew something was wrong. I started crying and asked him if he cheated on me. He told me the very first night they went to the strip club. He stated that he got extremely drunk and paid a stripper for oral.

He told me he feels like a piece of garbage and a horrible person. and a father. He said he had to tell me because of his guilt and love for me. I'm totally devastated. I couldn't breathe. My life was destroyed. I asked him why he would do this. Why risk his entire family for this one BJ from a stripper? All he could say was he doesn't know why and he kept apologizing. I asked him how much he paid. He said $300. The worst part, I asked if he used protection and he said no. I felt betrayed, belittled, heartbroken. I felt extreme grief for our children. He's a great dad and was a good husband. I told him to get tested for his own sake. Our family will never be the same again. I had to leave the house, as I couldn't stand the sight of him or the sound

of his voice. I booked a hotel for the weekend to think and clear my mind. I was crying, but didn't want to tell the kids why. I just asked them if they wanted to go to the hotel with me because I need to get away. I told them they could also stay with their dad and I'll see them Sunday. They all decided to go with me. He begged for us not to leave. He didn't want to be alone. I told him that he should have thought about that before getting a BJ. I asked him if the family was only worth 300 bucks and that event. He kept pleading, saying that it was a mistake, he'll never do it again. It was a lapse in judgment that he loves me, loves the kids, loves our family. I left with the kids to thank. I want to be strong. A part of me loves him so dearly.

The other part, I despise him for the scumbag he is. I'm so conflicted and confused. I know that I should leave him, but a part of me is grieving us. When I return home, I'm asking him to move out to give me time to process. I could really use some support and advice. There's really not much advice I can give you, O.P., except this is going to sting. It's going to suck for everyone. It's going to suck for you. It's going to suck for him. It's going to suck for the kids. All because the stripper sucked. Eh, that was a bad joke. The point is, cheating hurts lots of people and you got cheated on, so there's not much to do except get out of the relationship. Personally, I couldn't be with a cheater. So my advice would be to leave him. Also, down in the comments, O.P. clarifies that she never even knew that he was

going to a strip club in the first place. So that's another level of betrayal. Our next Reddit post is from Apprehensive Cry. My brother has convinced my mom that I, an openly gay man, am trying to steal his wife. What do I do? My brother, who's 32, has successfully convinced my family that I, a 24-year-old man, am in love with my 24-year-old sister-in-law, and I'm trying to manipulate her against him so I can steal her away. My brother and sister-in-law have been married for four years. This apparently all came about because a couple of months ago, her and my sister, who's 34, had a big blow up about my sister-in-law's pregnancy, and I defended my sister-in-law against my sister's big tirade. Following that night, I received a lot of scrutiny from family, particularly my brother for interfering in woman's business, and I said some not nice things to him. My sister-in-law also reached out to me and apologized to me for causing the situation,

and I let her know she had nothing to apologize for, and I'm here to help both her and my nephew. We ended up having a pretty in-depth conversation about how my sister has treated her in the past. Apparently, my sister moved in with her and my brother for a brief period to help with my sister-in-law's first pregnancy, and she was really overbearing and constantly ridiculing her choices for the sake of the baby. My sister-in-law unfortunately suffered from what sounded like an ectopic pregnancy and had to have an emergency surgery to have the fetus removed. My sister and my brother apparently think that's the same thing as a b-b-ing-a-baby, and she was blamed for the loss of the child, and from how she spoke, she also saw this as a failure on her part. Isn't it, hold on, ectopic pregnancy, isn't that a, when the baby is outside the womb? Isn't that super lethal? It cannot be carried to term because it grows outside the uterus.

It cannot survive and it causes life-threatening bleeding. That pissed me off. And I did my best to explain to her the medical reasonings of why what happened was necessary and not her fault. And that my brother and sister are just kind of stupid. She shouldn't feel bad for doing something necessary to save her life, especially because the fetus wasn't even viable. That was the last time she and I spoke.

And I just let her know that I'd be there if she needed anything. I guess either she told my brother or he found out from her messages about the conversation and took it as me flirting with his wife. I will give him the fact that I did call him stupid in the messages, but come on. Thinking an emergency procedure for a life-threatening situation was your wife willfully terminating her pregnancy and making her feel bad about it is effing stupid. Sorry. He told the rest of my family about how I'm envious and trying to take his wife, which they all believed, and are now mad at me. This wouldn't be a big deal if my mom wasn't also included in that. My mom is the only one in my family I have a good relationship with, but apparently she believes

my brother and has called me to scold me about betraying my brother and being shameless, along with my other family members. This is all frustrating, but here's the absolute best part about this. The reason I'm estranged from my family is because I'm gay. It is like the thing that messed our family up. I've very openly been seeing another man for the past three years. My brother has also been open about not wanting me around his family because of my unnatural lifestyle. All that just to easily believe that I'm in love with a woman? I don't know. I feel like I'm taking crazy pills. I've always been at peace with not having my family, especially because my family is full and nut jobs. But I think potentially having to accept my mom is also that way is making me second

guess myself. I also don't like the idea that I made my sister-in-law uncomfortable. Opie, I don't know if you can repair your relationship with your family, and I'm not even sure why you'd exactly want to. They are stupid and toxic. At first, I was really confused why anyone would think that you're trying to steal away the wife, considering you're gay, but I think these are the types of people who think that gayness is fake. You know, that you're not really gay. You're just stumbling in your walk with God. And once you find a good woman, you'll realize you're actually straight. So I think that deep-seated delusion is the source of this, oh, you're stealing my wife because you're not really gay. You're just jealous and confused or whatever. Down in the

comments, everyone is telling O.P. that he should steal the wife, either romantically or platonically, just bring her in as a roommate or something because she needs to get out of that situation. Yeah, blaming a woman for an ectopic pregnancy is crazy. Her next credit post is from Throwaway. I'm a 29-year-old woman, and I'm considering separating from my husband, who's 33 of five years, over a big issue that we just had a couple of days ago. My husband has always cared about his things, and he puts all his valuables in his office where he works remotely three days a week. He put a lock on the outside of the office door six months ago to supposedly keep his things safe from our destructive toddler. I let it go, but I found it a bit odd since the key is usually nowhere to be found.

Anyways, I recently went in the office to get our bird's perch out of the room, and he was hovering, acting really suspicious. He defensively said, what do you need in there? And I said, the bird's perch? But then I instantly felt that he was hiding something from me. I also noticed that he locked the door after that. After we put our toddler to sleep, I told him I needed to go into the room to change the sheets on our guest mattress because we have visitors soon.

He was acting defensive again and said that he would do it another time. That's when I said, What are you hiding in there? You're getting really defensive. And it's weird that I'm locked out of a space in my own home and have to ask permission to enter. He got more defensive until I eventually said, you need to unlock the door and let me see what's in there because you're hiding something.

Long story short, he admitted to hiding weed in the room and playing video games when I go to sleep. But he refused to open the door. I told him I'm going to sit by the door until he unlocks it because I think he's hiding something worse, since those things aren't that big of a deal. You guys, he literally refused. I tried begging. I tried picking the lock. I tried everything I could think of. Not only would he not unlock the door, but he was gaslighting me the entire time, telling me I'm crazy, and it must be my pregnancy hormones thinking there was something else in there. He said that if he opens the door, he'd be giving in to my pushiness. He also kept touching my leg, telling me he was sorry I'm going through this like I was making this all up in my

head. Unfortunately, I got too tired around 2 a.m. Keep in mind, I'm pregnant having to deal with this, And I told him I'm going to sleep, and whatever he's hiding in there, he can get rid of it in the morning, but I'm done. In the morning, the room was perfectly staged with his little weed pin out in a switch game. He's changed the lock on the door to a normal one that only locks when someone is in the room, but he still seems to see no problem with what he's done. He's still adamant that it's perfectly normal to lock a door from the outside if you have important things in there. He also said there's nothing else in there, and he just couldn't, for the life of him, let me in after I said we needed to go through his stuff. He said that was controlling behavior, and giving in would be saying that was okay.

I guess what I'm asking is, is it normal to put a lock on an office door, even on the outside? Would a separation be the best next step? I have a toddler and a baby coming. I really don't want to have to do this alone if I don't need to. Oh, Rich Russell, down in the comments, puts it the perfect. way. Whatever was behind that door was more important to him than your trust, which he's lost. Whatever he's hiding there, it's definitely not just a Nintendo Switch. Oh, don't want anyone to see that and a weed pin. If I had to guess, it's either adult content or a second cell phone

where he's talking to his mistress or hard drugs, possibly a combination of the three. Oh, some people are saying it could be CP, which I hadn't considered. Yeah, it could be a gambling addiction, too. Okay, some people are trying to say it's a serial killer. Calm down, people. He doesn't have corpses in there. It's a home office. That was our slash relationships.

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