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Bada being baddaboo.

Three months ago, a very interesting question pops up on the subreddit relationship advice.

It's where people go to ask strangers on the internet for advice for their relationship.

It's a 29-year-old man, and he writes, I don't really have anyone else to talk to about this. This is the final

option. I made a Reddit account. I was browsing through Reddit to see if anybody else had any

sort of relationship trouble that was similar to mine, but I can't find anything. So I've hit

rock bottom and I'm going to write this post. I have been in a very serious relationship with my

28 year old girlfriend for a little over a year. I'm going to refer to her as Jay. We have been in a very serious relationship with my 28-year-old girlfriend for a little over a year.

I'm going to refer to her as J. We have a lot of mutual friends, so I can't even ask a friend about

this. Not that I think that they can even help me regardless. I feel like they'll just see her

differently and treat her differently. Anyway, my girlfriend and I have been looking into moving

in together. Things have been getting really serious. And we talked about how to even split the finances and all that good adult stuff. I've been really excited about this new chapter with my girlfriend. I even started casually looking at rings a couple of months ago because honestly, I feel like she's the one for me. She's smart, beautiful, funny, loved by nearly everyone that she meets,

and just overall, the best person that I've ever met. Now on to the issue. About two weeks ago,

I started spending the weekend at her place. We usually alternate weekends at one another's

apartment, and I ended up catching some stomach bug on Sunday. So I took a sick day off work on Monday

and Jay, my girlfriend, offered for me to stay at her apartment since I didn't feel good enough to

drive home and she was really sweet about it. She offered to make me soup when she got off work.

I mean, she works 10 to 6. So I was mostly alone during the day, mostly sleeping and spending

time in the bathroom throwing up. O.P., the poster,

ends up throwing up in her bathroom floor. He doesn't make it to the toilet. There's vomit everywhere.

And he's looking for a way to clean this up, trying to find her linen closet. He finds some rags

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