rSlash - r/Relationships My Brother's Prank Ruined My Life

Episode Date: October 31, 2024

0:00 Intro 0:08 Prank 2:55 Cops 6:49 Flashing 14:56 Disturbing comment Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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They eventually announced that a girl from our town had won and I thought nothing of it. My brother, who's 27, is now an Alcoholics Anonymous and is making amends. He admitted to me that I won the contest. He said that an old teacher of his was on the scholarship board and saw him at the store and brought it up to him assuming we knew. But we didn't know because the letter hadn't come in the mail yet. But after she said something, my brother knew about it.

And when the letter came, he took it. He was mad at me at the time. He doesn't even remember why and he says that he responded to the letter Thinking them but telling them that I had received a full ride scholarship to the school of my choice and no longer needed funding He gave them his own cell phone number and said they could call him with any questions He said they did call him and he just convinced them that I didn't need the scholarship and they should give it to someone else so they did. He admits that it was pretty terrible of him but doesn't seem to think that it was a

big deal. He doesn't even see the value of the money lost because I still got to go to college. But the difference was that I ended up $40,000 in debt with student loans. I still owe $35,000 and the interest is increasing. That scholarship would have paid out a total of $45,000 over the course of my college education as long as I maintained minimum grades. His PRANK cost me tens of thousands of dollars. I know that he's an alcoholics anonymous and the goal is to make amends and fix relationships, but this honestly makes me never want to see him again.

I spent college so incredibly stressed over money and this could have solved so much of it. And he did this over something that he can't even remember now. Where do I go from here? Am I supposed to let this go? Sorry, this is kind of a rant I don't really know what I'm asking other than just general advice of how this should affect my relationship with him I feel like I don't want any relationship with him at all right now But I know that I might regret this years down the road. Well, OP I would just say no problem, bro Pay me $45,000 and we'll call it even.

Alternatively, maybe you could just sue him for the 45k, I doubt you'd get the whole amount, but it does sound like you have a case here. Besides, it sounds like this confession was less about him fixing what he did wrong, as it was getting it off his chest so he could feel better about himself. Our next Reddit post is from Throwaway Broccoli. I mistakenly called the cops on my 29 year old boyfriend when he planned a surprise proposal. Now, things between us are strained. Am I able to fix this? We've been together for seven years. We moved in together after two weeks,

adopted a dog and a couple of cats, opened a joint bank account, met each other's families, merged our friends into one tribe. It's been seven really good years. I'm happy. I'm not one of those people who needs to be married. I don't need a ring, a ceremony, a piece of paper to commit my life to one person I love beyond all others. I'm his, wholly and completely.

This isn't to say that I'm against marriage, because I'm not. But getting a ring on my finger is not a priority for me. One night I arrived home from work and his car wasn't in the driveway. The house was dark and the front door was wide open. I sat in the street watching the house for a couple of minutes. There was no movement, no lights in the windows, nothing. I called my boyfriend four times, no answer. That wasn't like him.

One missed call, sure. Four missed calls, no. So I called the cops. I was still on the phone with emergency services when they arrived. They came over to me, I gave them a rundown on what I knew, which was nothing, and they went into the house. A few minutes later, one of them came out and asked me to go in with them. The cop led me through the house to the back patio. I'd flipped on the lights as I entered, and I saw a trail of rose petals

took us right out the back, where my boyfriend, wearing a tux and handcuffs, was sitting at our patio table that was beautifully set for dinner. It goes without saying that the surprise proposal was ruined. It's been about 7 weeks since and things are not good between us. It was a simple misunderstanding on my part. My boyfriend thinks I called the cops because I knew that he was going to propose. He thinks that I don't want to marry him, but instead of just saying that, I found a way to make sure that I don't want to marry him, but instead of just saying that, I found a way to make sure that I wouldn't have to. We've discussed us getting married exactly one time before this, and that was during

our first year of being together. I remember the conversation word for word because it was only a handful of words. Would you wear my ring? Yeah. When? Surprised me. That was the extent of our discussion about marriage. I don't know how I was supposed to know that he was going to ask five weeks ago from

a half-assed conversation from six years ago. I know I hurt him and I've apologized for doing so. He refuses to see how it came about that I called the cops. He went to his parents that night because he was upset. Then he came home an hour later because his parents thought that it was hilarious. Everyone he tells thinks that it's funny. But he's the one telling people. Before this post, I hadn't said anything to anyone because I know it upsets him. I don't know what to do. He doesn't believe me that it was a huge misunderstanding. Am I missing

something? Yo OP, I'm with ya. I'm a guy, so it probably stands to reason that I'm more in shape and stronger than you but if I came home and my front door was wide open, I am NOT going in there. I'm calling the cops too. As a matter of fact, when I was a kid, our house got robbed and one of the warning signs was that our back door that we used to come into the house was wide open. So my parents didn't go in and instead call the cops because that's what anyone would do in that situation. Also this is kind of a red flag because this could be like a sweet, funny, you know, really

interesting engagement story. But instead of taking it that way of like, oh, let me tell you about the time that we got engaged, it's such a crazy story. This guy's blaming you and getting all butthurt about it, which is just stupid. I mean, he can even make a joke out of it and say something like, when we got engaged, my wife put me in handcuffs and had a gun drawn on me, so I didn't have a choice. I had to marry her. You know, it's just like a silly dumb little joke. I'm a 36 year old woman and my husband is 52, so that's a 16 year age gap. And my husband asked me to flash some road workers. I did it. And then he got mad and pushed me out

of the car next to them. How do we move on from this? We've been together for 10 years, married for 6. The last 3 years, he started to show less and less interest in me. He does subscribe to a couple of OnlyFans accounts, which I'm not bothered about as it's no different from adult videos, so I know he still has urges. I've tried talking to him a couple of times about this and told him that I'm getting bored and frustrated and he knows I'm willing to try anything sexual, so if there's anything he wants to do to get him motivated, I'll try it. He just says, duly noted, and carries on with his day, which is frustrating.

A few nights ago, we had friends around for tea, and we got on the subject of commutes and road work, with them saying how their commute has more than doubled because one of the roads they use is under construction. Carol, the wife of the couple, then says, We've found a way to make it more entertaining though, haven't we? Then she and her husband both started laughing. She tells us that the roadworks are about three miles long and the groups of workers are spread out in maybe seven or eight groups

and they're going like 10 to 15 miles per hour. So when they get near one of the groups, he beeps his horn and she flashes and the guys all cheer. I couldn't believe it because they seemed so straight-laced. That night when they left, my husband was saying how brave it is of them and that we should do it next morning. I asked if he was sure. This is a man who didn't like it when I posted a bikini pic on Facebook. And he said yes, and we even had intercourse that night for the first time in months, and

he initiated for the first time in years. The next morning we were both off work, and as soon as he woke up he mentioned me flashing the guys. I asked if he was sure and if it wasn't just horny talk and what if the men don't want to be flashed. He said he's if the men don't want to be flashed. He said he's sure and that all men want to be flashed. We drive to the road and we see a group of workmen and my husband gets all giddy and says, are you ready? I say yes and he says now and he beeps his horn and I lift my top off and they

all cheer. We're going about 10 miles per hour when suddenly he slams his brakes on and tells me to get out. I was in shock. His face is red with anger and he's shouting, get out you effing slag. I start crying and he's leaning over me, opening my car door and then takes off my seatbelt and starts pushing me out. The cars behind are beeping because he stopped traffic, and he's yelling at the top of his voice. By now, the workers have heard the commotion, and two of them are rushing over to help. I turn to look at them, and as I do, my husband pushes me really hard, and the top half of my body falls out of the car and I put my hands on the pavement.

One of the workers is screaming at my husband and starts trying to open his door. The other worker is by me and quickly drags me out of the car. That guy told me afterwards that he saw my husband put the car in gear and he thought that he was going to drive off with me hanging out the car. My husband just left me. I was still only wearing a vest top and pajama shorts and my slippers because he had wanted to rush out and do this. My phone was in his car and I didn't have house keys. One of the workers took his jacket off and wrapped me up in that. They took me to a cabin that they had and they put the heater on and made me a cup of tea. I was so embarrassed. These guys had seen my boobs and then saw me getting abused

and then fell out of a car and then rescued me all in the space of 30 seconds. I kept apologizing to them and said that it was my husband's idea, but they said, it's okay, this happens a few times a day and they're all used to it. But I think they were just trying to make me feel better. They were all laughing and joking with me and were all so sweet and funny. They asked me if I wanted to ring anyone, but I don't know anyone's number apart from work. And I didn't want my work picking me up wearing next to nothing from a building site. I asked if I could just ring a taxi, but they said that I can't get in a taxi dressed

how I am. This one guy, I'm assuming was their team leader, told one of them to drive me wherever I wanted to go, so I asked if I could go to my mom's place about five miles away. They gave me some spare work boots to walk across the mud to the van, and two of them drove me to my mom's, and they were really sweet and made sure I was okay and even walked me to their front door. When my mom answered, I was hysterical and crying. And the guys told her that me and my husband had an argument and he left me by the side

of the road. My mom offered them a drink and I tried to give them their coat and boots back, but they said it's okay. I told my mom that we were driving to McDonald's and got into an argument. I didn't tell her about the pushing or anything. She drove me home and let me into the house with the spare key that she has. I packed some things and went back to my mom's. My husband had been home because my phone was on the table.

In the five days since, he's been calling me non-stop saying he's sorry and he doesn't know what came over him. He said he heard someone shout, nice pair, and that made him angry. My friends are saying to leave him. His friends are obviously telling me to give him another chance. I'm 50-50, but if I do stay, I'm going to insist on couples counseling for us both and sex therapy either for him or both of us. He says that he doesn't want to involve other people in the relationship. Except for road workers, obviously. I feel silly to throw it all away over a few seconds of madness and I should have just

said no when he asked me to flash as I know he's quite insecure. I was blinded by finally getting some loving and some attention from him and I thought that I could get more. I took the workers their jacket and boots back and also made them two kegs and brought them a thousand bags of Yorkshire tea as a thank you. Then three weeks later OP posted an update. I took people's advice on this subreddit and a couple of others and called the police to report the attack.

I spoke to the workers beforehand who said that they would back me up. They arrested my husband and then released him on bail but told him that he couldn't stay at my house so he's gone to his mom's. After the argument he told all of our friends that I cheated. I didn't want to admit to people that I'd flashed those guys but I felt like the tide was really turning against me and a lot of people were believing his lies. So I wrote a long message with a description of exactly what happened, plus pictures of my injuries including scrapes and bruises, plus screenshots of messages he had sent admitting

that he had asked me to flash and admitting that he hit me. Although he did blame me, saying that if I just got out like he asked, he wouldn't have had to do that. A few people apologized, most didn't, but I don't care anymore. I'm back home, and he has to answer bail in a couple of months. The police don't sound confident they can get a conviction, but maybe that's how they're supposed to sound. I've spoken a little bit to a lawyer, but I can't really afford anything at this minute.

It's been a sad few weeks, but it's been an eye-opener, and I can't really afford anything at this minute. It's been a sad few weeks, but it's been an eye-opener and I don't feel any guilt for getting the cops involved or telling people what happened. I've just been working and keeping myself busy at the moment. Oh geez, sounds like the husband in this story is both horny and extremely jealous. And when those two conflicted, the horniness temporarily won and then the jealousy took over. And unfortunately that on top of all this, on top of being horny and jealous, he's also just a bad person, a douchebag. Literally, the random people who were working by the side of the road were nicer to OP than her

own husband. So good riddance as far as I'm concerned. Our next Reddit post is from throwawaythorough. My boyfriend and I have been together going on 7 months. I'm 25 and he's 22. We've had our ups and downs, but nothing too crazy. Especially this specific topic as my boyfriend blew up on his mom recently for him being an ignored victim of CSA by her parenting choices. Alright, I do not know what CSA means. Something sexual assault, I guess? Child sexual assault, probably?

I tried to Google it, but I, you know, it's a pretty vague acronym, so I wasn't able to find results. That's just my guess. So anyways, we were discussing caveman days when we were on a walk, and my boyfriend was complaining about sitting on a dirty bench, and I jokingly stated, well, back in the caveman days, we'd be lucky to sit on a walk and my boyfriend was complaining about sitting on a dirty bench and I jokingly stated, well, back in the caveman days, we'd be lucky to sit on a rock. And in turn, he said, actually, that's not what would have happened back in the caveman days.

I was like, huh? And he continued by saying, back in the caveman days, I'd beat you over the head with a stick, drown you in a lake until you're unconscious, and then I breed you. I felt so shocked that he would say something so disgusting considering he hates people who sexually assault anyone. I told him that was one of the weirdest things anyone ever told me, and we got into an argument about it, and his defense was, I wouldn't do that now, but logically back then… like what? I don't know how to, but logically back then... Like what?

I don't know how to get over this or discuss it in a way that makes him understand logic doesn't override comfort. Then a few days later, OP posted an update. I didn't go into detail originally about our love life in the previous post. Long story short, our love life is dead. Either he allows me to do oral on him or he barely tries during the act. When we do do it, painfully infrequent for our ages. He gives up halfway through and lets me finish him off. Too much information, I know.

The problem is, this has left me extremely sexually frustrated on top of all the issues in our relationship to begin with. It especially bothers me because I've never dealt with this before and it's not a situation of me being unattractive. I'm a conventionally attractive woman. He's admitted to watching adult videos, yet he barely has intercourse with me. Nonetheless, he still makes odd comments and jokes about sexually assaulting me. I addressed the response that I got on reddit to my boyfriend, and all he told me is, you're on the internet too much, and you need to

stop reading into things too deeply. So I addressed the other issues in our relationship, the abuse and the lack of sex, communication and romance. He snapped when I started talking about intercourse, and instead of attempting to fix it, he suggested that we break up. Which really means that he doesn't care to talk about it because whenever he does that before, he just doesn't leave my house. So when he suggested that we break up, I snapped, saying it's incredible that I was getting more intimacy from an ex who was almost double his age. Which was immature of me, I know.

But then he got violent and slapped me three times hard directly on the right side of my face. I defended myself, which resulted in him launching me off the bed, standing above me with fists ready when my mom barged in the room. We're breaking up, but right now he's sleeping here with all of his stuff, his bed included. I don't know what else to say. I guess I'll see what happens when he wakes up. You know, back in caveman days, if a guy was found beating his girlfriend, I suspect that all the other guys in the tribe would have hit him over the head with a rock and then

left him for the animals to eat. That was r slash relationships and if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast stock, and then left them for the animals to eat.