40 People Share The Most Disgusting Things Their Partners Have Ever Done

We only dated very briefly and stayed very close friends afterwards.

Until his girlfriend after me called me up and told me what she found on his computer. He filmed almost every sexual encounter nonconsensually and posted them online, he filmed women through their bathroom windows, he filmed women he was following around stores. When she reported him to the police, they already knew his name.

I have younger sisters who liked him a lot. Telling them was the hardest part, their first real experience with a trusted adult male being a terrible person. We all know there's a strong possibility he filmed my sister in the bathroom while she was a minor. There's an extremely strong possibility he posted me online but I'll probably never know for sure.

In positive news, after almost two years of investigation he was arrested 2 weeks ago! Christmas came early, I was dancing around my kitchen when I found out.

He had terrible gun safety skills to the point that he would point his pistol at family and friends and go “pew pew pew,” as if it were a joke. Left him as soon as he pointed it at me. His family was shocked I had left him over something so simple.

My cat died suddenly, her first response was excitement and thrilled that I could buy her a puppy then.

Yes,
Her mom "accidently" bought too much and wanted to drop off some groceries just in case she needed anything.
This woman came to her house with easily $200-$300 worth of food, toiletries, drinks, soaps, hell their was even 2 bags of name brand beef jerky in there.

It was obvious to me her mom didn't accidently buy all this stuff. She did it because she loved her daughter and wanted to make sure she was taken care of and had nice things.

My ex then proceeded to yell and very rudely thanked her mom before making snide remarks about how she didn't like this brand or flavor.


Jordan, if you're reading this, you're an ugly selfish person & your mom deserves better.
I'm only sorry i didn't say something and interject.

When we were laying in bed and I went to kiss him, he pushed me away and said, "Jesus christ, I can't do anything until I take a shower! You always want to start this at inconvenient times!" And he jumped up to shower, came back and goes, "Alright, let's get this over with."

I said no, thank you, and he started whining about how he just took the time to shower for me. I left him after that.

My son died. He was m*rdered, in fact.
Two years later, I got married (terrible idea,don’t ever marry when you’re this early in the grieving process).
One day I was in bed crying about my son, and my husband told me I just needed to “get over it already”.

Needless to say he is now my ex husband.

He decided he didn’t need to wear deodorant in the American South in the summer because he “sweated out all his toxins and didn’t smell bad anymore.”

Friends, he smelled like a cat p**s, salami, and raw onion sandwich that someone had left in the hot sun in a car over the long weekend, and then rubbed their testicles on. It was really quite a remarkable and complex bouquet of odors.

I tried to politely and lovingly let him know that he was mistaken, but he did not believe me. We broke up shortly after.

He wouldn’t get a job. Wouldn’t help around the house. Wouldn’t leave the house. We were drowning in debt and I was barely making sure we at least had a roof over our heads. No matter how much I begged, screamed, cried, he just would nod his head tell me he understood and would help and then NOTHING would change. He sat there for 14+ hours a day playing video games on MY computer. He would wear the same sweatpants for weeks on end. He would belittle and insult me every chance he got. Why didn’t I kick him out? Because I’m too nice and he was ex military and I’m a small petite woman.

How did he eventually get out of my life? We got drunk on 9/11 and had an argument, it’s hazy but he took my phone from me and when I tried to get it back he shoved me down my stairs, put his hands around my neck, screamed in my face. I got outside and he pushed me down again and this time held me down and was trying to calm me down because now the neighbors would be able to see (but it was midnight) got him off me and ran down the street. My friends found me sobbing on the sidewalk a block away from my house. A few hours later I had an order of protection and he was being arrested and removed from the house. I haven’t seen him since.

Edit: wanted to add that no he wasn’t always this way he started out very sweet and loving, saying all the right things (love bombing sucks) and he was just a normal low level soldier who never saw combat and did s**t work around the base. He was kicked out because he smoked w**d and was tested. Later he tried to blame me for the reason he was smoking. I didn’t know I could control this man from over 2,000 miles away :)

Also thank you for the all the support! If anyone ever lays their hands on you please leave. Even if it’s not right away make those plans.

Every day I look at my wife and wonder how she could have such terrible taste in men.

I had a miscarriage, and he left me alone and in pain to play video games. I had emergency surgery, and he called me the next morning to complain that he was tired because he’d stayed up “for me”, and to ask how much “this” was going to cost and how I was going to pay for it. (We were married, and shared expenses and a bank acct, but he wanted it to be paid for solely by me.) A year later, he started cheating on me. I found out, and I asked him why. His answer, with tears and snot running down his face, was “she wants to have kids with me, and you’ve been saying you need time”. Biggest eugh I’ve ever eughed.

Many years ago my boyfriend at the time took me on a little weekend getaway to try and save our relationship that was hanging by a thread after I caught him emotionally cheating with his ex(was likely physical too since we didn't live together and I had no idea what he got up to while we were apart, but I had no proof). He wanted to go to a fancy steakhouse as soon as we got to the destination city, where he proceeded to gorge himself on a steak that wouldn't have looked out of place at an eating contest. Bloating and indigestion soon set in and he no longer felt up to doing any of the things we'd planned for the rest of the day, which annoyed me but whatever. I was okay with just hanging out at the hotel and watching movies in bed, which is what we did until the 28 ounces of beef he had horked down finally worked it's way through him.

He was running to the bathroom every hour for the whole evening, stinking out the entire hotel room each time. I guess he was only cursorily wiping too cause every time he laid back down I could smell his a*s through his pants. I was already halfway out the door due to the cheating, but that was my "wtf am I doing here" moment. What exactly is it that I love about this guy? Do I really not think I deserve any better than a stank a*s man who can't stay out of his ex's DMs? I'm better than this goddamnit.

X girlfriend used to let her dog chew on used tampons. Mic drop.

Pressured me into marriage talk pretty early into an intense relationship. Told me her favorite ring styles and all. I found a gorgeous ring I thought she'd love and gave it to her and she was instantly like "it's nice and all but..." And went into this speech about how it wasn't something she'd wear and told me to take it back and "try again". Heard her and her mom laughing about it a few hours later. It wasn't a ring I could just take back to the store so I had to get it appraised and sold it for like 1/3 what I paid for it. Needless to say I did not purchase another because I realized what a marriage with her would be like. Dodged that bullet.

Found out she was a sex offender. Of children. Now *I* feel disgusting, tainted.

Long story short. We dated for months- always my place. Ended up at hers once and broke up. She wasn’t clean etc BUT she had cats and one of them wasn’t litter box trained…. She had taught it to use the garbage disposal (one side of the sink with blades for our non-US readers) she taught the cat to s**t in the f*****g sink and I decided this was not a long term solution to my loneliness.

I realised that she... was not a moral and honest person and that she was slowly pulling me down with her.

It didn't start being really evident until after we moved in together but it was stuff like... I just never, ever casually shoplift an item because the line is long and I can't be bothered to wait.

I would never keep an item a friend had lent me when I discovered they couldn't remember who they had lent it to (knowing that they weren't now expecting it back).

I'm not comfortable lying for personal gain. Trying to claim money I know I'm not entitled to. Lying about an item not having been delivered so that I get a refund.

Keeping all the cash (and postage stamps) in a wallet found in the street and planning to just throw the rest away.

None of it was m*rder or caused serious harm to anyone but over time... it just all gave me the big ick. And it was such a slow creep of behavior that it kind of normalised it in our household and I realised I hated that. It just wasn't me. I couldn't respect someone who was basically an opportunistic petty thief, even though she could be very generous and kind in other ways.

Obsessive. Was in love within a weak. Constantly wanted to do grand gestures of love or sweet whispered statements that gave me serial k*ller shivers. Cried when we didn’t have sex. Threatened s***ide when I tried to end it after a few weeks. I feel like I need a shower when I think about it.

My ex told me after 2 years of being together that he's been to prison and is on the kiddie fiddler register. That was fun to deal with.

He didn’t wipe his a*s all the way and had major skid marks in his underwear and one time he was wearing his pants plumber style and I saw a huge streak of s**t going down his crack and when I told him about it he said he only uses 4 squares of TP because it’s expensive.

After a year and a half of dating he reveals that he believes women posting sexily posed pictures of themselves online have no right to be upset if strangers come up and touch/a*****t them.

I was baffled. This man had ASKED me if he could kiss me the first time he kissed me. He had always been incredibly respectful to me. So I asked, if I posted a posed bikini picture on Instagram and some random man saw it, then groped me in front of him, if he'd think that was okay. And he said yes.

In hindsight, I realize he must only have respected me because I behaved in a way that he deemed worthy of respect. It horrified me to know he believed he'd be justified in assaulting other women if they behaved differently.

I also found him saving sexily posed pictures of women we both knew as acquaintances on his phone. I'm not one for policing what people look at (in general) and I wouldn't have cared if he was saving random p*rn or Instagram model photos or whatever, but our coworker? Like someone you actually talk to in person? You're going to save her photos off her Facebook? That's f*****g creepy to me.