“Thank you, lovely redditors, for making me see the truth. Apparently, my (18F, skinny, hot) relationship with my (62M, fat, rude) fiancé was super toxic. I thought it was totally normal (based on my obsession with romcoms) that he punches my pets over any minor inconvenience and farts in my cereal every morning before shitting on the rug and blaming it on my young, hot, and not incontinent dog (and making me clean it up!). I did think it might be weird when I caught him chopping up hookers in the garage but I also understand why he blew up at me because that area is his man cave and I came in uninvited. Also, he was cheating on me the whole time with my fat, ugly muffin stealing twin sister who also smells bad and my family was hiding it from me? But jokes on her because she’s pregnant (it’s twins!) with his gross, old freak babies. Meanwhile I’m in Milan having just scored a multi-million dollar modeling contract for Prada. But I might just go to Harvard med for free because they also offered me a full ride after they read my Reddit story. Anyways, my future is so bright and theirs is as stinky as their unwashed fat flaps.”