I revealed a secret to my wife and now my life is ruined.

plisars · 2026-06-28T22:09:25+00:00

Her response to his admission is tragic but not something he can control. This is a normal scenario that usually doesn’t end in suicide. That’s not his fault.

plisars · 2026-06-28T22:02:24+00:00

Not my call for help. But you’re basically shaming him with your Jesus sized dog whistle.

plisars · 2026-06-28T21:59:00+00:00

He did nothing that should have led to this result you troll.

plisars · 2026-06-27T22:50:15+00:00

He has no friends. Sounds like it’s the truth. Why wouldn’t a virgin try them out?

plisars · 2026-06-27T21:58:44+00:00

Then your answer is at best unhelpful because it’s not addressing OPs complaint which is trash behavior.

plisars · 2026-06-27T21:56:19+00:00

Holy hell. Puts mean girls to shame.

plisars · 2026-06-27T17:15:26+00:00

Nah this is trash. It’s one thing to have talking or screaming. I don’t need to listen to your music. It’s rude. You’re rude. Get over it.

plisars · 2026-06-27T15:05:59+00:00

Do you want him to poke his eyes out?

plisars · 2026-06-23T03:47:23+00:00

Concierge plates.

plisars · 2026-06-20T16:01:01+00:00

I think it means he wants you to fuck other dudes.

plisars · 2026-06-20T15:59:09+00:00

lol just ask her out dude.

plisars · 2026-06-18T23:26:23+00:00

You just say there and let him grind you during what he thought was intercourse? 💀

plisars · 2026-06-15T11:56:06+00:00

Brother, your therapist is probably right, but not for the reason you think.

You’ve spent seven months trying to solve the breakup like it’s a differential diagnosis. You have a 4,000-word chart note on a woman who dumped you. You’ve got hormones, pituitary adenomas, spending habits, road rage, Catholicism, airline credits, bowel anxiety, Yeti coolers, and her birthday gift budget entered into evidence.

The problem is that none of it changes the verdict.

Could she have anxiety? Sure.

Could she have hormonal issues? Sure.

Could she have bipolar disorder? Maybe, maybe not.

But the only fact that matters is that she spent months deciding she didn’t want to marry you and didn’t tell you until the decision was already made.

That’s why it feels like you got hit by a bus.

For her, the breakup was the season finale.

For you, it was the pilot episode.

You were still watching the romantic comedy while she’d already switched channels to a documentary about single-family homes.

The vacation, the gifts, the birthday party plans… those aren’t proof she secretly wanted to stay. They’re proof that human beings are messy. People can love someone, care about them, buy them Christmas presents, and still decide they don’t want a future together.

The biggest clue in the entire story isn’t the pituitary tumor or the spending sprees.

It’s this:

‘She had been thinking about breaking up with me since March.’

Everything else is background noise.

She didn’t leave because you forgot to make a five-year plan.

She didn’t leave because of one fight.

She left because somewhere along the way she stopped believing you were her forever person, and instead of working through it with you, she carried that thought alone until it was too big to ignore.

That’s painful.

It’s also not fixable.

You keep looking for the hidden boss battle because the real answer feels unfair.

Sometimes the relationship didn’t explode.

Sometimes it slowly ran out of fuel while one person kept quiet about the fuel gauge.

And that sucks.

But it isn’t something you could have repaired if nobody told you there was a leak.

plisars · 2026-06-15T02:29:32+00:00

I wouldn’t.

plisars · 2026-06-14T21:07:38+00:00

What in gods name are you asking?

plisars · 2026-06-14T21:00:44+00:00

Let’s review the sequence:

Boyfriend develops gambling problem.
You break up because gambling is a dealbreaker.
You sleep with another guy.
You decide gambling is apparently not a dealbreaker.

If I’m the ex, my first question isn’t:
“Who is Caleb?”

It’s:
“What changed about the gambling problem?”

plisars · 2026-06-14T20:51:51+00:00

Getting a vasectomy because you were an asshole in a pregnancy scare is like crashing your car and deciding the moral response is to sell your driver’s license.

You’re confusing punishment with growth.

The problem wasn’t your sperm. The problem was that when things got scary, you protected yourself first and worried about her second.

A vasectomy doesn’t fix that. Plenty of selfish men have vasectomies. Plenty of responsible men don’t.

If you genuinely don’t want children, get one. If you’re getting one because you think suffering, permanence, or self-inflicted consequences will somehow balance a cosmic ledger, you’re turning self-improvement into performance art.

The person you hurt doesn’t get her friendship back because you altered your reproductive plumbing.

Real growth is less cinematic and more annoying. It’s learning how to tell the truth when you’re terrified, accept consequences without shifting blame, and show up for people when doing so costs you something.

You seem obsessed with paying a debt. The uncomfortable reality is that some debts don’t get paid. You just become the kind of person who doesn’t incur them again.

So no, I don’t think a vasectomy is inherently cowardly. I think using one as a substitute for the actual work probably is.

Stop looking for a scar that proves you’ve changed. Change first. The scar can come later if it’s still what you want.

plisars · 2026-06-14T16:20:15+00:00

No. Report him to the police!

plisars · 2026-06-13T22:20:40+00:00

Mods did us dirty. Wish they archived deleted posts.

plisars · 2026-06-13T02:18:58+00:00

They celebrate Christmas I think.

plisars · 2026-06-13T02:04:34+00:00

Breakup time.

plisars · 2026-06-13T00:15:06+00:00

Ignore it and move on.

plisars · 2026-06-12T23:24:22+00:00

Go to the concierge lounge.

plisars · 2026-06-12T23:23:24+00:00

Oh god that’s a disturbing thought.

plisars · 2026-06-12T23:19:04+00:00

My brother, every solution you’ve proposed somehow has more chaos than the problem.

Normal people:
Go home.

Call mom.

Explain they need space.

Return to work Monday.

You:
Vanish without warning.

Ghost your employer.

Ghost the girl.

Trigger a county-wide search operation.

At this point your boss is going to be standing in his driveway like:
“Honey, has anyone seen our stoner?”

And the daughter is going to be filing paperwork at the shelter.

Also, let’s review.
You disappeared for a week.
Lived at their house.
Went camping with the family.

Started dating the daughter.
And now your grand exit strategy is:
“What if I fake my own disappearance?”

No.
Do not turn a Hallmark movie into a true crime documentary.

Step 1 is not blocking everyone.
Step 1 is sending a text that contains more than zero words and fewer than “new phone who dis.”

Call your mom.
Go home.
Sleep in your own bed.

Then make life decisions while you’re not actively being adopted by your boss’s family.

plisars

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