So my fiance and I had probably the most vile shit of all time happen to us completely out of left field.
>Helping a buddy out, letting him couch crash for a few days while he sorts hismself out. >Just got out of rehab and his parents wouldn't take him back in. >He got himself a job and was on the up and up. >Drug tested before he even entered the house. >Things were lookin' pretty good for him. >My fiance was selling him her old beater Camry for $300~. >We were giving him rides to his job. >I was getting him a job as an Apprentice Electrician in the IBEW and shit.
>Cut to last night around 7:45 pm. >My fiance texts me that he has been in the shower since she got home at around 6:50 pm. >I tell her to knock and let him know that she needs to have herself and the kid use the bathroom before bed. >He answers. >Has "food poisoning". >She waits and knocks again at around 8:50. >He is still in the bathroom. >At this point I'm starting to get really upset . >My fiance and the kid have had to pee outside because of this dude being a rather rude guest. >I get home around 10:20.
>Knock on the door. >Tell him to "get the fuck out of the bathroom". >He responds. >Tells me that he has been "pooping blood and needs to go to the hospital". >I stifle my anger . >Take him in case something is really wrong with him. >Fiance texts me. >There is blood on the toilet seat. >Two bloody hand mirrors on the floor. >Bathroom window is open. >Stolen her lotion from our room. >Makes no fucking sense to me so far. >I ask my fiance to look outside next to the bathroom window and make sure he didn't drop a stash out there. >He finally gets called into the ER. >10 seconds later. >Fiance calls me. >Absolute panic mode. >Sends me the picture of what she's found.
>A novelty sized dildo ripped in half. >Clawed and cut up. >Various makeshift lubricants. >A few small hand tools. >Silicone tubing. >Night-Time Cough&Cold Medicine he stole from me. >All wrapped up in my Great Grandmother's Shawl.
>The pieces come together. >We discover that this dude has worked himself over with a dildo. >Broke half of it off inside of himself. >Attempted to claw and scrape it out with hand tools, probably causing the bleeding. >On top of all this: substance abusing again by boofing cough syrup. >In absolute disgust. >Inform him of our discovery via text. >Let him know that he is not welcome back and his stuff will be in the shed. >He denies the substance abuse. >Unsuccessfully attempts to throw a small pity party. >"I'm not gay, my dick don't work". >I proceed to abandon this freak at the ER. >I arrive home.
The cherry on top here is: he stole my fiance's old camera, which has taken place as the kid's toy, bought a small tripod and photographed himself doing all these things in our bathroom.
Biggest curve ball of my life so far, I've known this dude for 9 years, one of my closest friends and named his first kid after me. I guess I didn't really know him.
This is the shit that I liked about the old Yea Forums. We're getting back guys : )
Robert Scott
Old Yea Forums would have already had a response thread written in the other guy's perspective about his insensitive friend kicking him out over a misunderstanding
Samuel Roberts
First post on Yea Forums in years.
This shit just had to get out there. No brainer it belongs on Yea Forums.
In all seriousness man, that really bites. Hope your life goes on without any weirdness from now on.
Daniel Young
Yeah what the fuck dude. That’s some of the most vile shit I’ve read especially if the fucker was someone you’ve known for that long. Doing that shit in your house around your family. Fuck that noise.
Julian Moore
The disregard for a kid in the house and using a camera (which was his toy at that time) to document the whole thing.
It really is the worst, sometimes I can't take it. Let me give you some personal insight on the matter. I've been with my wife for 10 years now. We met in high school, and I got her pregnant. She is and always has been a lazy person and a shit cook. I wouldn't even mind eating shit food if she at least made it on time. But she rarely did.
We'd get into screaming arguments constantly about how lazy and worthless she was. I felt like an asshole for it, but goddamn she was a real piece of work. The only reason I dealt with all this was for the kids, and also because the sex is great.
But one night, I got fed up. Not only did she get drunk, neglect the kids, and made me top Ramen for dinner, but she decided to give me attitude too. She was being real fucking bitchy. So I told my grandparents to keep an eye on the kids and told my wife we were going to go out and have dinner together. I drove maybe 3 blocks to a quiet area (we live in Oregon, it's not hard to find a quiet field) and I got out of the car, went around like I was going to open her door for her and let her out, and I just beat the shit out of her while she was still seatbelted. After a few punches, I asked her if she wanted to go back to her parents. She started screaming and yelling and said yes, so I beat the shit out of her again. Then I asked her what she wanted to do. She finally got smart and said she wanted to go home. So I took her home and dared her to start trouble. I even handed her my cellphone and dialed her mom's number on the drive home. I made her talk to her mom, while daring her to fucking say something.
Before that incident, I had never laid a hand on her. But I had always threatened it. I told her "one of these days, if you don't straighten up, I'm going to lay hands on you."
All my meals have been on time, and she just recently tried to make a meatloaf. It was mediocre, but I was just thrilled that she tried.
