September 28, 2025 • 18 mins
Dive into the wild world of family feuds and petty payback with this action-packed episode of our Reddit drama podcast! We're unpacking four jaw-dropping tales from the Am I the bleep hole subreddit that prove blood isn't always thicker than revenge. First up: A sibling showdown turns into a full-on Lego heist when kids raid their uncle's house to snag back stolen toys—talk about tit for tat! Then, we hit the dinner table for a heart-wrenching clash where a teen shuts down her stepmom's shady shade about her late mom with a comeback that echoes for days. Next, an update on marital mayhem: One husband's desperate bid to curb his wife's takeout addiction spirals into frozen finances, secret loans, and divorce on the horizon—extra spicy! And wrapping it up, a birthday bash gone wrong explodes when body jabs lead to a shocking slap, leaving friendships in tatters. Packed with commentary, laughs, and those oh-no moments that keep you hooked, this episode is pure Reddit rollercoaster fuel. Tune in for the drama you didn't know you needed—because sometimes, the bleep holes are the heroes!
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Welcome back to another episode of our Reddit drama Dive,
where we unpack those wild stories from suburdts like am
I the bleep Hole and all the juicy family feuds
that keep us hooked to day. We've got a fresh
one that's all about sibling rivalry gone absolutely rogue. Grab
your popcorn, because this tale of Lego heists and full
(00:21):
on house raids is going to have you picking sides
faster than a kid's spotting candy. Let's jump right in
the title of this post reads, am I the Bleephole
for letting my kids loop my brother's house to prove
my point o k Folks, buckle up because the original
poster starts off with this set up. Their brother and
his family came for a visit last month, the poster's kids,
(00:44):
and they play with Lego and they have fun leaving
little dear ramas around the house, just silly stuff like
a fight between Iron Man and Darth Vader on the Lutelama.
It's just their way of leaving Easter eggs around the house.
I mean, come on, who doesn't love stumbling upon a
tiny Lego battlefield in the kitchen. It's adorable chaos, right,
(01:05):
But Here's where it gets sticky. The nephew really liked
them and decided to take a few home. When they
noticed they were missing, the poster asked the brother to
bring them back. The brother said that it was just
kids being kids, and that he would bring them back
the next time they saw each other. Classic dodge, isn't
it sure next time? But plot twist. The poster saw
(01:26):
the brother for coffee and reminded him beforehand that they
wanted all their stuff back. He quote unquote forgot to
bring the toys. Okay, game on. Oh, I can already
feel the petty energy building here. If you've ever dealt
with family borrowing your things and ghosting on the return,
you know this vibe all too well. So fast forward
(01:47):
to a barbecue at the brother's place. The poster told
their kids that unless all their stuff was returned to
them when they got there, literally anything in the house
was fair game. Like the godless barbarians they are, they
went to town. When they left. The poster doesn't think
there were any remote, small electronics or beer mugs left
at his house. They actually had to sneak the dog
(02:09):
back into the house before they left. Woe hold up,
did they just say they snuck the dog back in.
That's next level escalation from missing lego pieces to a
full pirate raid complete with the family pet as collateral.
I have to pause here and say, as much as
the screams revenge fantasy, part of me is cackling because
(02:30):
imagine the brother's face when he realizes his living room
looks like a tornado hid it anyway. The posters started
getting calls on their way home. They ignored them. When
they got home, they returned the coals. The brother said
a bunch of stuff was missing from his house. The
poster said they would check with the kids. The brother
said that they bleeping well knew what happened and that
(02:53):
he wanted his stuff back. The poster said they would
box it up and return it the next time they
saw each other. As long as they got their lego back,
tit for tat served ice cold, and get this, it
worked like a charm. The brother was at the poster's
house with their lego later that evening. He had even
accidentally included stuff that wasn't theirs. The poster returned it
(03:16):
and his stuff. They told him that this is how
they would be dealing with his kid in the future,
he is pissed off that he had to make a
special trip to return their stuff. The parents think that
there is a huge difference between an eight you're old
taking Lego minifigures and a couple of teenagers pillaging their
uncle's house. And there it is the big question. Am
(03:38):
I the bleephole? All right, listeners, let's chew on this one.
On one hand, YEA, encouraging your teens to turn your
brother's home into a yard sale aftermath feels a tat
extreme boundaries with kids are one thing, but unleashing them
like tiny looters, that's the stuff of family legends or
therapy sessions. But on the flip side, the brother started
(04:01):
it by swiping those dear ramas and playing the forgetful
card twice. Sometimes you got a match energy to make
a point stick, and clearly it did. Lego returned, lesson learned.
What do you all think is the poster the villain
in this Lego saga or just the ultimate sibling enforcer.
Drop your verdicts in the comments if you're tuning in elsewhere,
(04:24):
And remember we've all got that one family member who'd
borrow your favorite mug and swear it walked off. We're
diving into our second story of the episode, straight from
the m I the Bleephole subbered it. This one's a
raw nerve of blended family drama with a side of
dinner table showdown. The title, Am I the bleephole for
(04:45):
embarrassing my stepmom at dinner after she tried to teach
me a lesson about my real mom? All right, let's
set the scene. The original poster is an eighteen year
old female living with her dad and her stepmom who's
forty three years old. Her real mom passed away when
she was just ten years old, and yeah, that's still
(05:06):
a super sensitive topic for her. The stepmom entered the
picture a couple of years after that loss, and while
they're civil with each other, they're definitely not close. There's
this ongoing weird vibe from the stepmom, like she's constantly
trying to compete with the memory of the original poster's mom,
even though that mom isn't here any more. She gets
(05:28):
snippy whenever the original poster talks about her late mom
or wears something sentimental like this old necklace that belonged
to her mom, which the original poster wears basically every
single day. I mean, can you blame her for holding
on to that piece of her mom. It's like a
quiet anchor in a stormy sea of change. But hold
onto your forks, because things boil over. At a family
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dinner a few nights ago, they're out for dinner with
the dad, the stepmom, and her parents, that is, the
original poster's step grandparents. The step mom's mom notices the
necklace and asks about it. The original poster responds, simply
and sweetly, it was my mom's. She gave it to
me before she passed. I wear it every day. Enter
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the stepmom stage left with a comment that could curdle milk.
She cuts in immediately and says, well, technically, i'm your
mom now. I've done more mothering in the last eight
years than she did in ten. Oh honey. The whole
table goes dead silent. You could hear a napkin drop,
and the original poster she just laughs, probably that sharp,
(06:33):
disbelieving kind, and fires back. If you think being a
mom is about trying to erase the actual one, then ya,
you've been amazing, Mike drop. The stepmom looks like she's
been slapped across the face. Her own mom gasps. The
dad jumps in, telling the original poster to apologize right
then and there, but nope, she stands her ground. She
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says she's tired of the stepmom acting like her real
mom never even existed, and she's done plain along with
that nonsense. Fast forward and now the stepmom is barely
speaking to her. The dad's caught in the middle, saying
the original poster needs to be the bigger person because
the stepmom is just trying to connect. But to the
original poster, that dinner bombshell didn't feel like connection at all.
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It felt like straight up erasure of her grief and
her mom's legacy. Few As someone who's piqued into enough
of these stories, I gotta say that stepmom's line was
a gut punch wrapped in a back handed compliment. It's
like congratulations on the longevity, but at what cost. The
original poster didn't just defend herself, she laid bare the
(07:38):
tension that's been simmering for years, and the dad, come on, man,
back up your kid instead of playing referee. The suburdate
weighs in heavy on this one, and overwhelmingly it's not
the bleep whole territory for the original poster, Folks are
calling out the stepmom's insensitivity, praising that comeback as poetry
(07:59):
in motion, and wondering why the adult in the room
isn't the one extending the olive branch. One top comment
even says the dad needs to grow a backbone, because
belittling a deceased parent like that disgusting. This is our
third story in the episode, and it's an update from
the m I the bleep whole subredate that's got more
(08:21):
layers than a bad burrito wrapper. The title update, I
cut my wife off from our finances because she would
not stop ordering take out. All right, let's rewind a
bit for context, because this is the follow up to
an original post from nine days ago. The original poster,
a twenty eight Your old Guy shared how his unemployed
(08:43):
wife had blown one thousand, one hundred seventy six dollars
on delivery apps in just one month. That's not pocket change, folks,
it's straight up financial quicks and especially when they're already
scraping by, desperate times call for desperate measures. So he
canceled their credit card and swept the money from their
joint account into his own solo. One boom, take out
(09:06):
taps turned off. But oh the drama that ensued. His
wife hit the roof, screaming about financial abuse, throwing full
on tantrums, even though she claimed to be quote unquote
severely malnourished from lack of door dash. She threatened divorce,
chucked food from their fridge to force his hand and
get this, even tried hacking his bank password. Spoiler, it
(09:29):
wasn't taco Bell one, two three. The bank sent him
alerts every failed guess, turning her sneaky scheme into a
comedy of errors. I have to interject here for a second.
Can you imagine the sheer audacity. It's like watching some
one try to outsmart a vault with a paper clip.
But things quieted down by last Friday. He thought she'd
(09:51):
thrown in the towel, surrendered to the home cooked reality
check wrong again. Enter garbage Day, the unsung hero of
household revelations. As he's hauling the last bag to the curb,
he uncovers half a dozen fast food bags and take
out containers stuffed inside. His wife, who supposedly had zero
(10:12):
access to cash, had been feasting like nothing happened. Confrontation time,
she denies, denies, denies, until he drags the evidence bag
right back into the kitchen. Turns out she didn't just
borrow from a buddy. She snagged one of those soul
crushing payday loans, and no, he has zero clue how
she even qualified for that trap. Within the hour, he's
(10:35):
freezing his credit like a pro, then bundling her into
the car for a drive through detour to the loan
shark spot. He pays it off in cold hard cash,
dipping deep into savings just to cover rent. Now, and
here's the kicker. It technically worked. No more delivery apps
buzzing at the door. Instead, she upgraded to drive through runs,
(10:57):
shelling out twenty dollars for every one hundred borrow, sixty
bucks in fees total for her fast food fix. At
that point, he draws the line in the sand, divorce
papers incoming their marriage toast extra crispy. He wraps it up,
wondering about alimony in his state, but jokes, shall take
a cardboard box under a bridge if Huber eats delivers.
(11:18):
There few talk about a plot twist that hits harder
than heartburn. This isn't just about take out anymore. It's
a neon signed flashing addiction, resentment, and a marriage on
life support. The guy's protecting his wallet and his sanity,
but man, the pettinous mixed with pain. It's a toxic
cocktail and that payday Loane pivot genius level sabotage or
(11:44):
just rock bottom the suburdit. They're eating this up forty
four thousand up votes and three thousand comments. Deep top
voices are calling it a food addiction, screaming for therapy,
not take out. One big hit her with over ten
thousand up votes, says she's beyond his help and divorces
(12:04):
the escape hatch. He's not the bleep hole for bailing.
Another racks up eight thousand, cheering his financial fortress, but
warning shall self destruct solo soon enough.
Speaker 2 (12:15):
If that takeout fueled marital meltdown had you clutching your
pearls and your piggybank. Our final story of the episode
is serving up a side of body talk tension that's
equal parts awkward and assault. Why straight from the am
I the bleephole subreed it. This one's got insecurity, a
slap heard round the party, and enough friend grupe fall
(12:38):
out to make you rethink every invite the title, am
I the bleephole for telling a plus size woman that
I love being skinny. Okay, let's unpack this one step
by step, because it's a slow burn that rrupts like
a champagne cork to the face. The original poster is
someone who dreads their childhood friend's birthday party every single year.
(13:02):
They moved away from each other about a decade ago,
and over time the vibes have just shifted. The poster
has this super fast metabolism that keeps them naturally very thin,
and honestly, it makes them pretty insecure about their body.
They put on a brave front though, acting like it's
no big deal. But enter Amanda, a friend of the
(13:24):
birthday crew who's been a recurring thorn in the poster's
side every party without fail. Amanda zeros in on the
poster's slim figure with these backhanded jabs, stuff like you're
so skinny or do you even eat? It's that fake
con cern tone that grates, you know, the kind that
sounds like a compliment but lands like a dig. The
(13:47):
poster's mom has always advised treating those comments as flattery,
so they've been smiling through it. Cut to the latest shindig,
Amanda does her usual routine, eyeing the post up and
down and dropping, God, you're so skinny. The poster, channeling
mom's wisdom, grins and replies, thanks, I love being skinny. Boom,
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the air freezes. Amanda rears back and slaps the poster
right across the face, hard enough that their hand flies
to their cheek in shock. The whole room goes pin
drops silent. Then Amanda bursts into tears, bolts out the door,
and two of her pals chase after her like it's
an exit scene from a bad soap opera. Only one
(14:31):
other girl at the party and the childhood friend bother
to check on the poster amid the chaos, everyone else
shooting dirty looks like the poster's the villain here. Oof.
The poster ends up baling early, even though it's a
two hour drive home and they were supposed to crash
there overnight. Talk about a mood killer. The next day,
(14:51):
the poster shoots a text to their old friend recapping
the slap fst. The friend admits Amanda had no business
laying hands on anyone, but then pivots hard. They say
the poster was insensitive for dropping that line, especially to
someone plus size like Amanda. According to the friend, being
skinny is all sunshine and socially accepted, so celebrating it
(15:14):
like that just triggered her insecurities. The poster pushes back,
pointing out that Amanda's been the queen of insensitive comments
for years and all they did was talk about their
own body, not hers. Fair point, right, But now the
poster's second guessing everything, wondering if they crossed a line.
I got a chime in here for a hot second.
(15:36):
This screams classic bully backlash energy. Amanda dishes out the
weight shade like its party favors, but the second someone
flips the script on their own terms, it's assault o'clock
and the friend playing both sides. That's the real gut
punch in a group that's supposed to have your back.
No updates in the main post, but in the comments,
(15:58):
the poster reflects a bit, musing that maybe I love
my body would have landed softer than I love being skinny.
They decide against pressing charges. Classy move and let the
friend know they're done with future bashes because assault aside,
the group's just not the same any more. Sounds like
(16:19):
a friendship on life support, fading out with a polite ghost.
The suburditt oh they went feral in the best way,
over forty thousand up votes on the post alone. Top
comment with thirty one thousand, eight hundred ninety five up votes,
calls it a hard not the bleep whole, and roasts
Amanda for dishing rudeness she couldn't take in return. Another
(16:43):
racks up seventeen thousand, four hundred seventy four, urging the
poster to report it as straight up assault because no
one's insecurities justify a SmackDown. A third hits fifteen thousand,
seven hundred seventy five, echoing the battery report vibes and
calling out the double standard on body comments. Fourth place
(17:05):
clock's thirteen thousand, two hundred sixty six, suggesting the poster
flip future jabs with a simple why do you care
to expose the weirdness and rounding out the top five
five thousand, six hundred ninety four up votes for pointing
out the hypocrisy in celebrating one body type over another.
Breach few what a way to close out the episode, folks.
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Body positivities a minefield, but violence never the answer listener's
sound off. Is the poster the insensitive one for owning
their skinny joy or did they just serve the mirror
Amanda needed. Drop your hot takes in the comments if
you're catching this elsewhere, because these dilemmas hit different when
they're your own circle. That's a wrap on this roller
(17:51):
coaster of Reddit rifts, from lego looters to slap happy
party crashes. Thanks for riding along with the drama. It's
what keep us all coming back until next time. Keep
those family secrets spicy and your comebacks sharper. Stay tuned
for more
Welcome back to another episode of our Reddit drama Dive,
where we unpack those wild stories from suburdts like am
I the bleep Hole and all the juicy family feuds
that keep us hooked to day. We've got a fresh
one that's all about sibling rivalry gone absolutely rogue. Grab
your popcorn, because this tale of Lego heists and full
(00:21):
on house raids is going to have you picking sides
faster than a kid's spotting candy. Let's jump right in
the title of this post reads, am I the Bleephole
for letting my kids loop my brother's house to prove
my point o k Folks, buckle up because the original
poster starts off with this set up. Their brother and
his family came for a visit last month, the poster's kids,
(00:44):
and they play with Lego and they have fun leaving
little dear ramas around the house, just silly stuff like
a fight between Iron Man and Darth Vader on the Lutelama.
It's just their way of leaving Easter eggs around the house.
I mean, come on, who doesn't love stumbling upon a
tiny Lego battlefield in the kitchen. It's adorable chaos, right,
(01:05):
But Here's where it gets sticky. The nephew really liked
them and decided to take a few home. When they
noticed they were missing, the poster asked the brother to
bring them back. The brother said that it was just
kids being kids, and that he would bring them back
the next time they saw each other. Classic dodge, isn't
it sure next time? But plot twist. The poster saw
(01:26):
the brother for coffee and reminded him beforehand that they
wanted all their stuff back. He quote unquote forgot to
bring the toys. Okay, game on. Oh, I can already
feel the petty energy building here. If you've ever dealt
with family borrowing your things and ghosting on the return,
you know this vibe all too well. So fast forward
(01:47):
to a barbecue at the brother's place. The poster told
their kids that unless all their stuff was returned to
them when they got there, literally anything in the house
was fair game. Like the godless barbarians they are, they
went to town. When they left. The poster doesn't think
there were any remote, small electronics or beer mugs left
at his house. They actually had to sneak the dog
(02:09):
back into the house before they left. Woe hold up,
did they just say they snuck the dog back in.
That's next level escalation from missing lego pieces to a
full pirate raid complete with the family pet as collateral.
I have to pause here and say, as much as
the screams revenge fantasy, part of me is cackling because
(02:30):
imagine the brother's face when he realizes his living room
looks like a tornado hid it anyway. The posters started
getting calls on their way home. They ignored them. When
they got home, they returned the coals. The brother said
a bunch of stuff was missing from his house. The
poster said they would check with the kids. The brother
said that they bleeping well knew what happened and that
(02:53):
he wanted his stuff back. The poster said they would
box it up and return it the next time they
saw each other. As long as they got their lego back,
tit for tat served ice cold, and get this, it
worked like a charm. The brother was at the poster's
house with their lego later that evening. He had even
accidentally included stuff that wasn't theirs. The poster returned it
(03:16):
and his stuff. They told him that this is how
they would be dealing with his kid in the future,
he is pissed off that he had to make a
special trip to return their stuff. The parents think that
there is a huge difference between an eight you're old
taking Lego minifigures and a couple of teenagers pillaging their
uncle's house. And there it is the big question. Am
(03:38):
I the bleephole? All right, listeners, let's chew on this one.
On one hand, YEA, encouraging your teens to turn your
brother's home into a yard sale aftermath feels a tat
extreme boundaries with kids are one thing, but unleashing them
like tiny looters, that's the stuff of family legends or
therapy sessions. But on the flip side, the brother started
(04:01):
it by swiping those dear ramas and playing the forgetful
card twice. Sometimes you got a match energy to make
a point stick, and clearly it did. Lego returned, lesson learned.
What do you all think is the poster the villain
in this Lego saga or just the ultimate sibling enforcer.
Drop your verdicts in the comments if you're tuning in elsewhere,
(04:24):
And remember we've all got that one family member who'd
borrow your favorite mug and swear it walked off. We're
diving into our second story of the episode, straight from
the m I the Bleephole subbered it. This one's a
raw nerve of blended family drama with a side of
dinner table showdown. The title, Am I the bleephole for
(04:45):
embarrassing my stepmom at dinner after she tried to teach
me a lesson about my real mom? All right, let's
set the scene. The original poster is an eighteen year
old female living with her dad and her stepmom who's
forty three years old. Her real mom passed away when
she was just ten years old, and yeah, that's still
(05:06):
a super sensitive topic for her. The stepmom entered the
picture a couple of years after that loss, and while
they're civil with each other, they're definitely not close. There's
this ongoing weird vibe from the stepmom, like she's constantly
trying to compete with the memory of the original poster's mom,
even though that mom isn't here any more. She gets
(05:28):
snippy whenever the original poster talks about her late mom
or wears something sentimental like this old necklace that belonged
to her mom, which the original poster wears basically every
single day. I mean, can you blame her for holding
on to that piece of her mom. It's like a
quiet anchor in a stormy sea of change. But hold
onto your forks, because things boil over. At a family
(05:50):
dinner a few nights ago, they're out for dinner with
the dad, the stepmom, and her parents, that is, the
original poster's step grandparents. The step mom's mom notices the
necklace and asks about it. The original poster responds, simply
and sweetly, it was my mom's. She gave it to
me before she passed. I wear it every day. Enter
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the stepmom stage left with a comment that could curdle milk.
She cuts in immediately and says, well, technically, i'm your
mom now. I've done more mothering in the last eight
years than she did in ten. Oh honey. The whole
table goes dead silent. You could hear a napkin drop,
and the original poster she just laughs, probably that sharp,
(06:33):
disbelieving kind, and fires back. If you think being a
mom is about trying to erase the actual one, then ya,
you've been amazing, Mike drop. The stepmom looks like she's
been slapped across the face. Her own mom gasps. The
dad jumps in, telling the original poster to apologize right
then and there, but nope, she stands her ground. She
(06:54):
says she's tired of the stepmom acting like her real
mom never even existed, and she's done plain along with
that nonsense. Fast forward and now the stepmom is barely
speaking to her. The dad's caught in the middle, saying
the original poster needs to be the bigger person because
the stepmom is just trying to connect. But to the
original poster, that dinner bombshell didn't feel like connection at all.
(07:17):
It felt like straight up erasure of her grief and
her mom's legacy. Few As someone who's piqued into enough
of these stories, I gotta say that stepmom's line was
a gut punch wrapped in a back handed compliment. It's
like congratulations on the longevity, but at what cost. The
original poster didn't just defend herself, she laid bare the
(07:38):
tension that's been simmering for years, and the dad, come on, man,
back up your kid instead of playing referee. The suburdate
weighs in heavy on this one, and overwhelmingly it's not
the bleep whole territory for the original poster, Folks are
calling out the stepmom's insensitivity, praising that comeback as poetry
(07:59):
in motion, and wondering why the adult in the room
isn't the one extending the olive branch. One top comment
even says the dad needs to grow a backbone, because
belittling a deceased parent like that disgusting. This is our
third story in the episode, and it's an update from
the m I the bleep whole subredate that's got more
(08:21):
layers than a bad burrito wrapper. The title update, I
cut my wife off from our finances because she would
not stop ordering take out. All right, let's rewind a
bit for context, because this is the follow up to
an original post from nine days ago. The original poster,
a twenty eight Your old Guy shared how his unemployed
(08:43):
wife had blown one thousand, one hundred seventy six dollars
on delivery apps in just one month. That's not pocket change, folks,
it's straight up financial quicks and especially when they're already
scraping by, desperate times call for desperate measures. So he
canceled their credit card and swept the money from their
joint account into his own solo. One boom, take out
(09:06):
taps turned off. But oh the drama that ensued. His
wife hit the roof, screaming about financial abuse, throwing full
on tantrums, even though she claimed to be quote unquote
severely malnourished from lack of door dash. She threatened divorce,
chucked food from their fridge to force his hand and
get this, even tried hacking his bank password. Spoiler, it
(09:29):
wasn't taco Bell one, two three. The bank sent him
alerts every failed guess, turning her sneaky scheme into a
comedy of errors. I have to interject here for a second.
Can you imagine the sheer audacity. It's like watching some
one try to outsmart a vault with a paper clip.
But things quieted down by last Friday. He thought she'd
(09:51):
thrown in the towel, surrendered to the home cooked reality
check wrong again. Enter garbage Day, the unsung hero of
household revelations. As he's hauling the last bag to the curb,
he uncovers half a dozen fast food bags and take
out containers stuffed inside. His wife, who supposedly had zero
(10:12):
access to cash, had been feasting like nothing happened. Confrontation time,
she denies, denies, denies, until he drags the evidence bag
right back into the kitchen. Turns out she didn't just
borrow from a buddy. She snagged one of those soul
crushing payday loans, and no, he has zero clue how
she even qualified for that trap. Within the hour, he's
(10:35):
freezing his credit like a pro, then bundling her into
the car for a drive through detour to the loan
shark spot. He pays it off in cold hard cash,
dipping deep into savings just to cover rent. Now, and
here's the kicker. It technically worked. No more delivery apps
buzzing at the door. Instead, she upgraded to drive through runs,
(10:57):
shelling out twenty dollars for every one hundred borrow, sixty
bucks in fees total for her fast food fix. At
that point, he draws the line in the sand, divorce
papers incoming their marriage toast extra crispy. He wraps it up,
wondering about alimony in his state, but jokes, shall take
a cardboard box under a bridge if Huber eats delivers.
(11:18):
There few talk about a plot twist that hits harder
than heartburn. This isn't just about take out anymore. It's
a neon signed flashing addiction, resentment, and a marriage on
life support. The guy's protecting his wallet and his sanity,
but man, the pettinous mixed with pain. It's a toxic
cocktail and that payday Loane pivot genius level sabotage or
(11:44):
just rock bottom the suburdit. They're eating this up forty
four thousand up votes and three thousand comments. Deep top
voices are calling it a food addiction, screaming for therapy,
not take out. One big hit her with over ten
thousand up votes, says she's beyond his help and divorces
(12:04):
the escape hatch. He's not the bleep hole for bailing.
Another racks up eight thousand, cheering his financial fortress, but
warning shall self destruct solo soon enough.
Speaker 2 (12:15):
If that takeout fueled marital meltdown had you clutching your
pearls and your piggybank. Our final story of the episode
is serving up a side of body talk tension that's
equal parts awkward and assault. Why straight from the am
I the bleephole subreed it. This one's got insecurity, a
slap heard round the party, and enough friend grupe fall
(12:38):
out to make you rethink every invite the title, am
I the bleephole for telling a plus size woman that
I love being skinny. Okay, let's unpack this one step
by step, because it's a slow burn that rrupts like
a champagne cork to the face. The original poster is
someone who dreads their childhood friend's birthday party every single year.
(13:02):
They moved away from each other about a decade ago,
and over time the vibes have just shifted. The poster
has this super fast metabolism that keeps them naturally very thin,
and honestly, it makes them pretty insecure about their body.
They put on a brave front though, acting like it's
no big deal. But enter Amanda, a friend of the
(13:24):
birthday crew who's been a recurring thorn in the poster's
side every party without fail. Amanda zeros in on the
poster's slim figure with these backhanded jabs, stuff like you're
so skinny or do you even eat? It's that fake
con cern tone that grates, you know, the kind that
sounds like a compliment but lands like a dig. The
(13:47):
poster's mom has always advised treating those comments as flattery,
so they've been smiling through it. Cut to the latest shindig,
Amanda does her usual routine, eyeing the post up and
down and dropping, God, you're so skinny. The poster, channeling
mom's wisdom, grins and replies, thanks, I love being skinny. Boom,
(14:10):
the air freezes. Amanda rears back and slaps the poster
right across the face, hard enough that their hand flies
to their cheek in shock. The whole room goes pin
drops silent. Then Amanda bursts into tears, bolts out the door,
and two of her pals chase after her like it's
an exit scene from a bad soap opera. Only one
(14:31):
other girl at the party and the childhood friend bother
to check on the poster amid the chaos, everyone else
shooting dirty looks like the poster's the villain here. Oof.
The poster ends up baling early, even though it's a
two hour drive home and they were supposed to crash
there overnight. Talk about a mood killer. The next day,
(14:51):
the poster shoots a text to their old friend recapping
the slap fst. The friend admits Amanda had no business
laying hands on anyone, but then pivots hard. They say
the poster was insensitive for dropping that line, especially to
someone plus size like Amanda. According to the friend, being
skinny is all sunshine and socially accepted, so celebrating it
(15:14):
like that just triggered her insecurities. The poster pushes back,
pointing out that Amanda's been the queen of insensitive comments
for years and all they did was talk about their
own body, not hers. Fair point, right, But now the
poster's second guessing everything, wondering if they crossed a line.
I got a chime in here for a hot second.
(15:36):
This screams classic bully backlash energy. Amanda dishes out the
weight shade like its party favors, but the second someone
flips the script on their own terms, it's assault o'clock
and the friend playing both sides. That's the real gut
punch in a group that's supposed to have your back.
No updates in the main post, but in the comments,
(15:58):
the poster reflects a bit, musing that maybe I love
my body would have landed softer than I love being skinny.
They decide against pressing charges. Classy move and let the
friend know they're done with future bashes because assault aside,
the group's just not the same any more. Sounds like
(16:19):
a friendship on life support, fading out with a polite ghost.
The suburditt oh they went feral in the best way,
over forty thousand up votes on the post alone. Top
comment with thirty one thousand, eight hundred ninety five up votes,
calls it a hard not the bleep whole, and roasts
Amanda for dishing rudeness she couldn't take in return. Another
(16:43):
racks up seventeen thousand, four hundred seventy four, urging the
poster to report it as straight up assault because no
one's insecurities justify a SmackDown. A third hits fifteen thousand,
seven hundred seventy five, echoing the battery report vibes and
calling out the double standard on body comments. Fourth place
(17:05):
clock's thirteen thousand, two hundred sixty six, suggesting the poster
flip future jabs with a simple why do you care
to expose the weirdness and rounding out the top five
five thousand, six hundred ninety four up votes for pointing
out the hypocrisy in celebrating one body type over another.
Breach few what a way to close out the episode, folks.
(17:29):
Body positivities a minefield, but violence never the answer listener's
sound off. Is the poster the insensitive one for owning
their skinny joy or did they just serve the mirror
Amanda needed. Drop your hot takes in the comments if
you're catching this elsewhere, because these dilemmas hit different when
they're your own circle. That's a wrap on this roller
(17:51):
coaster of Reddit rifts, from lego looters to slap happy
party crashes. Thanks for riding along with the drama. It's
what keep us all coming back until next time. Keep
those family secrets spicy and your comebacks sharper. Stay tuned
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