u/-JustAnotherYou-

Me [31M] and my girlfriend [31F] have been together for 16 years, since I was 15. The relationship in general has been great for the first 13 years, and I was sure we were going to be together forever. The last 3 years, however, things have steadily declined until the point I have reached today. My girlfriend has a very distinct personality to anyone I’ve ever met or heard of, I will describe a few of her behaviors here just to illustrate my point:

• She is very obsessive and a perfectionist, and finds it hard to understand how I can make mistakes. Losing something, breaking something, dropping something on the floor, hitting her accidentally, not cleaning something properly, etc. (EDIT: many people have widely misinterpreted this, by "breaking something" I mean breaking a clothespin when hanging clothes to dry, by "hitting her accidentally" I meant "bumping into her accidentally when walking past her". Come on people, my main issue is that I can't stand up to her at all, how can you interpret this in a way that is so opposed to the rest of the post?) All these things can make her get very angry, because in her mind it’s that “I do not care”, while, as I see it, there is no malice at all intended in any of these actions and it is absolutely not a “lack of care”, sometimes mistakes just happen. Well, unfortunately, not to her, she has never made any mistake similar to these, she truly is “perfect” in that sense. And when these things happen to me, she gets angry, I apologize a lot, we both cry, plans are cancelled (because she does not want anyone to see her after crying because her face is red and swollen) and in a couple of hours or the next day she is back to her usual, cheerful self.
• She has never felt regret in her life. She thinks that all the decisions she has made have been the appropriate ones with the information and context she had at the time. This means that any argument with heightened emotions has never ended up with a “I’m sorry if I overreacted” or “I’m sorry about how I treated you”, on the contrary, she says that as she gets older she realizes more and more the importance of standing your ground and says that next time she will react even more strongly and directly.
• She has an extreme moral compass. This is kind of hard to illustrate, but the best example I can come up with is her telling me: “if someone smokes and gets lung cancer, they should not be treated, it’s their fault and they deserve the consequences”. I understand her point, especially if you consider drugs as bad (and not as a coping mechanism, for instance) but it is brought to the extreme with her.
• She is “unmovable” once something is agreed upon, like our conversations become laws. As an example: If I say I will be home at a certain time and I get home 15 minutes later that is a cause for an argument. There is no valid possible excuse: “oh, I was having fun with friends and lost track of time”, “oh, the service was super slow and it took us longer than expected to have lunch”, “oh, my boss was rambling and the meeting ran late”. All of these are real issues that we’ve had in the past. And I should say, her issue is NOT “I want you to be home by a certain time”, her issue is “you promised me one thing and then did another”. She has told me many times to always tell her the “worst-case scenario” so that she is never disappointed. In her mind, the best thing I could do is always tell her I’ll be back at 3 in the morning and then she’ll receive a nice surprise when I get home earlier. She’d rather be happily surprised than constantly disappointed.
• She has to follow a very strict order in which things need to be done, and if I interfere with them she will get angry. One Sunday morning I was distracted and went to brush my teeth. She then came to the toilet and when she realized I was there she started crying, saying that I have always brushed my teeth after she went to the toilet, and that me brushing my teeth at that moment delayed her getting ready. She was right, of course, I made the mistake, but what leaves me speechless is that even when I said “I’m sorry, you’re right, I was distracted, I’ll stop brushing my teeth immediately and do it later, have the toilet immediately” she still got angry and cried, and in practice she was delayed by less than 10 seconds.
• She will not stand hearing me have a panic attack after our arguments. Whenever I have a panic attack my usual behavior is to go to the opposite end of the house and close myself in a room. But the last time I had a panic attack she still heard me and barged into the room I was in screaming telling me to “Stop having a panic attack!”, that she will not tolerate hearing me like this, she needs peace at home immediately. This has made me learn to have silent, covert panic attacks, where I don’t move or make a single noise.

I should say, I don’t want to make the relationship look as all bad, there are many positives that are not the focus of the post: suffice it to say that she loves me dearly and demonstrates it constantly, someone I am 100% sure will never betray or cheat on me, who is always looking forward to seeing me and who wants to spend all her free time with me. We’ve had many great moments together and I do feel we are completely aligned on all our values and plans for the future.

I am someone who is very submissive, has very low self-esteem and is dealing with anxiety and depression problems (which are mainly due to our arguments). Because of my mental health issues, I have been going to therapy alone for 2+ years. We have tried couples’ therapy for a few months but she found it useless so we stopped going (I thought that we made slow progress, but there 100% was progress).

This brings me to the reason for this post. She really wants to know how my therapy sessions go, and I have always talked to her about them. Sometimes it has gone well, but sometimes it has gone terribly. She disagrees with a lot of the conclusions reached in therapy, and the conversations end up with her crying and angry. All my therapists have always told me that I should never share anything I work in therapy with anyone, otherwise it defeats the purpose because therapy stops being a safe space for me. I have tried, many times, to tell my girlfriend that I didn’t want to talk to her about therapy but I always end up caving and telling her because she gets very angry when I don’t.

So, this last week, same story: after many sessions telling her about everything, the last session didn’t go very well. My therapist basically went a bit overboard criticizing my girlfriend (I am thinking of switching therapists, but that’s beside the point) and he told me very strictly to not tell my girlfriend about the session. When I got home, I had enough courage to tell my girlfriend, in a very happy and cheerful way, that I didn’t want to tell her about the session. She got angry, and locked herself in room for 10 minutes, and after that she came with a note telling me this:

• That in the past, when conversations about therapy went badly, I said that I shouldn't have told her anything and therefore now feels like this is a form of “punishment”.
• That if the main reason I’m not explaining it is because I don’t want to argue with her, that feels terrible to her: that even if other times conversations ended in arguments, it didn’t mean we ended up less connected, on the contrary, she felt more united with me because there was more transparency between us. Not telling her means I want less transparency.
• That the fact that the psychologist says it’s better not to talk about it with anyone is an excuse I use to avoid responsibility. That if I had decided not to tell her because I have been analyzing and thinking and I believe it’s better not to, after reflecting on the psychologist’s words, that would be different, but that excusing myself the way I do is bad.
• That we stopped couples therapy because we agreed I would continue going alone, and therefore my individual therapy is meant to resolve the problems between the two of us. For that reason, she can’t be excluded from therapy and wants to know what diagnosis I have, what I’m doing to improve my mental state, and what the action plan is for the future.
• That if now, after she has told me all of this, I tell her about therapy, she will also take it badly, because she will consider that I’m only doing it because I’m afraid of her.

A very strongly-worded and direct message said while crying and angry. I understand her points, I truly do, but I just want to follow the advice from my therapist. As I said, we’ve had this argument many times before (maybe 8-10 times), but this time, there was something different. I can’t explain why, but that day I felt extremely afraid of her. The feeling of “fear” is something recent to me. I used to be very anxious and nervous during our arguments but never “scared”, but in the last few months “scared” is the word that best describes how I feel.

So during this argument I was so terrified that, for the first time ever, instead of listening to her like a normal person, I curled up in a ball on the sofa and started crying. I had never exhibited this behavior before, I don’t know what happened, I suppose my body and mind simply shut down completely. I wasn’t able to say anything back in my defense, I just took everything. What traumatizes me is that my girlfriend, when she saw me like this, said “I can’t talk to you while you’re behaving like an abused animal, I need to talk to a functioning adult, change your posture immediately” and then kept going with her list of issues (and other unrelated issues from the past week that I haven’t mentioned).

I simply cannot look past this last argument. I have always thought she had less empathy than me (I am very empathic, top 10% percentile for sure) but that she was in the “normal” range. But this episode made me question that: I can’t imagine having an argument with someone, whatever the reason, whoever’s right, whoever started it, and seeing the other party in the worst state of their life and just keep going.

A few days after the argument I told her that I was traumatized by it and she said: “I can’t feel empathy for someone who behaves like a little kid during an argument and doesn’t stand up for themselves, you’re an adult, I can only empathize with an adult who is an equal. I don’t want you to associate showing such weakness as a way to stop arguments, that is a huge red flag and it is a toxic and manipulative behavior from your side, so I kept going as if you were in a normal state”.

That feels insane to me. All her other behaviors I can excuse as quirks or her having an unmovable mental state, but this episode makes me completely question her love towards me and how she views the suffering of other people.

So, my question is: can anyone shed light on her point of view in the latest argument?

TL;DR: My girlfriend did not stop verbally attacking me even when I’m curled up in a ball and behaving, in her words, as an “abused animal”, because she did not feel any empathy towards me.

EDIT: I failed to mention that I've moved out of the house and have gone to live with my parents for the last 3 days after this argument. I haven't talked to my girlfriend during these 3 days, and that has been easy because she is angry with me for an unrelated reason: One of our rules between us is that she needs precise reminders of events exactly 24 hours before them and will get very angry if I don’t do them. Let’s say I’m meeting a friend Wednesday after work. I have to remind her exactly on Tuesday after work. It can’t be on the weekend, can’t be Monday, can’t be Tuesday morning, can’t be Wednesday morning, can’t be Wednesday an hour before, those do NOT work.
Since I had just moved out I did not send her a message reminding her of my event (a birthday party of a friend) so she got angry with me once she realized.

EDIT #2: Super quick additional point: I think I might be coming off as someone with no flaws, and that is obviously not true. One of my main flaws that I have to work on is that I am too absent-minded, meaning that I do not focus on the task at hand as much as I should. This is why when I do chores she sometimes gets angry at me, because the bed was not correctly made, because I dirtied the trashcan, or because she found a grain of rice on the kitchen floor. But that does NOT make me lazy, on the contrary, I do way more chores around the house than she does. And that is logical: her obsessiveness makes it so any task or chore she does takes 10x as long as it should, so it is impossible for her to have enough time to do much, so most of the daily chores fall solely on me.

Back in November it rained for three days straight. The sidewalk on my street had a massive muddy puddle right next to a wooden utility pole. To get around it without soaking my shoes, I grabbed the pole with one hand and swung myself in a full circle around it onto dry grass.

An older guy across the street was out raking leaves and watched me do the whole move. He gave me a slow, serious nod like he respected the technique.

the next morning the puddle was completely gone. But as I walked past, the same guy was sitting on his front porch holding a mug and looking right at me. For reasons my brain cannot explain, I panicked, grabbed the dry pole, and did the exact same 360 swing around it in broad daylight on totally dry concrete. He nodded again.

Now it is March and I am TRAPPED in this unspoken contract. Every weekday at 7:45 AM, I walk down the block, grab that wooden pole, do a full spin, and exchange a silent nod with a stranger whose name I do not even know.

Last Tuesday he was not on the porch and I actually felt empty inside. I should of just walked in a straight line on day two.

Why do I do this to myself?

I was in a “ Situationship” for 4 months- spent 1000s of dollars on him to the point ai even brought his child an expensive birthday gift because he couldn’t afford it.

I thought he was kind, and caring - Oh boy I was wrong.

He said to me after he told me I spoke to my best friend about you and I told him that I have to stop leading her on. OUCH..So I said goodbye.

The following week I texted him and he said I really do care about you, I don’t want to offer hope but I do care, I hope you know that i’m
not ready for a committed relationship - I hope that’s not any different to what I’ve said all along, we caught up hand the bedroom dance and then I sent him a letter pointing out he never said he wasn’t ready for a relationship and he wanted to see where things go.

He suffers from depression so I spent hours ensuring I wasn’t going to affect his mental health in my letter. He “he responded” he sent me a link to an apology letter written by his CHAT GPT.

Am I overreacting saying that it’s so disrespectful? He allowed me to spend so much money on him knowing he was stringing me along? do you think it’s appropriate to respond to a heartfelt letter with an AI response?

I sent him a text after his “response” saying how I really felt and he isn’t the person I am and that he has made me feel physically ill because I slept with him only last week. I am just so upset I was manipulated like that.

Hi all, I just need to talk this through somewhere and can’t do it with my friends really. I think I fell out of love with my long time boyfriend (13 years, and we have a kid together). It kind of gradually happened.

A major factor is, a few years ago he talked me into giving him a hall pass, it took a month of negotiating but I finally agreed. He said being with one person is hard, blah blah….He said if I ever were in a situation I can have one as well. like I needed one. Never thought it would actually come to that. Years go by, none of us act on the said hall pass, he just says it’s just nice to have it. Anyway, while on vacation (with girlfriends) I end up meeting someone and having a thing with a guy. When I get home I tell my partner about it (since that was the agreement) to his credit he reacted ok, was jealous for a bit but was a grownup about it. Things were pretty good for a while, even our sex life got better. But… now he says it’s his turn to have a fling now, the rules are it can’t be a long term thing, can’t be a friend (esp my friends). So he says it’s hard for him to make that happen. And that I need to help him. Tbh that’s where I draw the line. Yay I found a backbone lol. He doesn’t make any money and I don’t want to pay for his dates.
The more I write the more ridiculous it sounds. I think years of gaslighting made me insane.

I think another factor is he’s been out of work for 5-6 years now and all financial responsibility is on me. Not only that but the mental load of making all the decisions is killing me. From what to have for dinner to where to go on vacation, everything is on me. For our anniversary dinner we had a fight because I couldn’t take the “you choose, idk what the budget is” any more. He is a good dad, a decent partner all that, especially when I listen to my girlfriends’ dating stories (early 40s) I really don’t have it that bad. I can afford to support the family, I just don’t want to do it by myself any more. He agreed to look for a job which would’ve made me super happy a year ago, but it feels like it’s too little too late.

He made me agree to this dumb hall pass thing and after that I’m noticing other guys now, I’ve been ‘behaving’ and not acting on any opportunities that have come up.
Idk what to do, I still love him and care for him but Pandora’s box has been opened.

Do I leave now while I have a few more hot years left in me lol? Do we work this out? How bad is it out there in the wild? I hate being the bad guy.

In the past, I used to work from home entirely, and could start work a bit later than the average fellow. This suited my gf well, as she is a night owl student used to staying up super late. It meant that she could come over late, stay at my place however long it suits her, and I could drive her back/she could walk back. She lives with her parents, so my place is the only one where we really spend time (other than out ofc)

After a while, I realized this wasn't gonna work and I simply wasn't getting enough sleep. So I pushed back a bit, and we did reduce the frequency of super late hangouts, though they still happened. But I could make it work.

Until recently when I got shifted to another project which needs me to come in at 9am, Monday thru Wednesday. This has been a big shift, but I'm getting used to it. My gf however, is not.

After the first week I told her - hey, I know it sucks and we'd both prefer it the old way but you gotta work with me and adapt with me. I can't be going into office without enough sleep, I feel like a zombie.

She said she understood fully and she did make some effort towards it, but... We're still constantly having days where I don't get enough sleep. Oftentimes this is because we plan multiple activities for the day, but for one reason or another she will arrive way later than we initially agreed. So there's like 1-2 hours until the time where I should go to bed to get my 8 hours. And I can't just tell her - well, time's up, off you go! Especially on days where she was late because e.g. she felt bad or depressed or something.

I just think, as a student whose only job is to study and take exams now (she's done with all her lectures), she's completely lost the sense on what it's like to have fixed-time obligations during the day. Time is a very ephemeral construct to her - she can stay up till 6:30 am and then sleep until 3pm, who cares.

How can I seriously explain to her how big of an issue this is? And that I don't want to see her less, I actually want her to adapt and compromise for the relationship

I was at an age where I was arguing with my parents a lot, as do many teenagers. I can’t remember what the fight was about, but I just remember it made me so angry, that I just had to let out my frustration somehow.

So I locked myself in the bathroom and cried. I was devastated about the argument, and felt misunderstood and frustrated that my mum wouldn’t listen to what I had to say. So I painted the shower red. With some craft paint and a tiny paintbrush I found in my room, I started painting angry faces with devil horns, curse words, you name it!!! I was PISSED!!! Eventually I decided to go completely rogue and just painted the entire screen door red, then the adjacent glass, then the tiles, and even some of the shampoo bottles. When both glass panels were completely red, I stood back and admired my work. I thought to myself ‘take that mum!’ And probably held up my middle finger. I thought this was what justice looked like, and it was exhilarating. All the while I was terrified of my mum walking in.

Eventually after a while I obviously had to wash it off, and to my surprise it came off pretty easily just with the shower water- albeit the bathroom looking like a crime scene in the process. It took me a while. That was over a decade ago, and sometimes when I’m visiting home I’ll notice a tiny speck of red paint still inside the shower door frame and remember that afternoon. I’ve never told anyone and my parents never found out.

You might think this is an exaggeration, but it is not. I'm typing this on the shitter because its the only few minutes i really get at times before he comes checking on me. At first, i thought it was charming that he wanted to spend out off days together. But his job was flexible with scheduling so he made sure we have every single off day together. And he always wants me around him, even if i just want alone time because he says he dosent understand why people who love eachother need personal space. I havent had the house to myself spare a few days ive swapped with someone on the schedule in the past few weeks. Hes always breathing down my fucking neck and im just so exhausted of being around him. I love him to death but this feels borderline psychotic

I’m 24F, and my boyfriend is 26M.
We were together for 2 years, but we’ve known each other for 4 years.

We broke up recently, and within a few days of the breakup, he deleted every single photo of us. We were apart for only about 2 weeks before we got back together, and we’ve now been back together for 2 months.

The part that’s really bothering me is that he deleted around 10,000 photos. They weren’t backed up, so he knew he would never get them back.

His explanation was that he kept looking at the photos after the breakup, got stuck in a loop, and deleted them so he could stop going through them over and over again.

What also bothers me is that he didn’t tell me any of this for 2 months. He told me today and said he regrets it. Now he’s asking me to send all the photos back to him.
I know people handle breakups differently, but I can’t stop wondering: was it really that easy to delete 4 years of memories within just a few days?

Even if we had never gotten back together, I don’t think I would have deleted them. To me, those memories would still matter, even if the relationship ended.

If your partner deleted every photo from your relationship within days of a breakup, how would you interpret it?

Edit: For everyone asking how we have 10,000 pictures. We’ve known each other for 4 years and we’re also part of the same friend group. We’ve been on so many trips together, so these aren’t just pictures of the two of us. They’re group photos, random fun moments, activities, trips, scenery, food, literally everything. It’s basically 4 years of memories all in one place, not just 10,000 pictures of him and me.

I'm eight weeks pregnant. We have a 5.5 year old who is going to start kindergarten next week.

When we got together 13 years ago, I was very upfront about wanting several children. He said he was open to two.

Flash forward, 7 years later we have our son and I'm the primary breadwinner. I made 95k, my husband maybe 38k. We both worked full time, my job being slightly more demanding (on 24/6, essentially) but we contributed equally to the house and when I worked weekends, he would more than pick up the slack. Things are ok but we have my student loan to pay off and the cost of living sucks etc.

I developed a drinking problem. Partially due to work stess, patrially due to depression. A severe drinking problem that made him justifiably lose a lot of trust in me. I went to rehab and have been doing well but still struggle and regularly attend AA meetings to keep on track.

We downsized to a small apartment (3 bedroom) last year after I was laid off as a result of loss of business. It was a start up manufacturing facility that couldn't justify an HR Manager salary.

Now, in our small apartment, me still out of work, I discover I'm pregnant. My first response is panic and joy at once. My husband wants nothing to do with the pregnancy. He said if I go through with it, he is done. He says he has been carrying this family.

I don't want it. Our marriage is strained, had been leading up to this. But I'm 36 and have high earning potential once I get back on my career trajectory. I never signed up for an only child (not that there's anything wrong with that).

I will resent him. Or he will resent me.

My partner and I met in December 2025 and went on our first date on NYE. We clicked instantly and have the same views on all the important stuff - religion, politics, life goals, not wanting children, etc. Our communication was the healthiest I’ve ever experienced - we talked through anything and everything that came up, big or small, which was an entirely new experience for me after a couple unhealthy, codependent relationships I’d been in in the past. However, due to my tendency toward codependence and his mental health at the time (unrelated to us, just a meds issue), by March it became clear that the healthiest way forward was for us to take a step back and take some of the pressure off each other so we could focus on ourselves. We agreed to continue our relationship platonically, with no strings attached and no promises to wait for the other to be “ready.” If we met someone else during this time, there would be no hard feelings. Little did we know that one dumb decision during this time would end up changing the course of everything.

After 3 months (now June) of therapy, self-reflection, meds adjustments, and occasional coffee chats, it became clear that the feelings we had for each other weren’t going anywhere, and more importantly, we were both in a much better place to be a good partner for each other. So, we decided to try it again, this time taking each day at a time. No pressure, just enjoying each other’s company and going on adventures together.

Since then, the last two months have been pure joy. Going on day trips every couple weekends, cooking together, going through a list of movies we wanted to show the other. It was everything we wanted it to be in the beginning and more. We just started using “we” instead of “I” when talking about the future, and I had even started wondering when one of us would slip and say the L word. So, you can imagine my shock when I get a call from him at 11:00pm while he’s at work, telling me that he just learned he’s going to be a dad.

After a good 10 seconds of stunned silence, by first question was how. He explained that during the 3 months we were platonic (May-ish), his friends set him up with one of their friends. They went on a few dates over the course of 3 weeks, but he ended things because they didn’t have much in common. He said that he was drunk the two times they slept together, and she had told him at the time that she was infertile (never conceived with multiple past partners despite never using contraceptives). Apparently this was either a lie or he has supersperm or something, because she is three months pregnant now, she’s keeping it, and she claims it’s his.

I won’t get into all the questions I had for him - if you’re thinking it, I’ve already asked it. And because he is who he is, he answered every single one of them, taking full responsibility without a shred of defensiveness. He is in as much shock as I am, except he can’t escape it. It is ultimately up to him to decide whether he wants to be any part of this child’s life (she gave him the option to opt in or out), and that has to be his decision alone. But I can’t help but feel like I’d be disrespecting myself to stick around for this. One of the things we bonded over in the beginning was how certain we were that we didn’t want children, for our own individual reasons, and for shared reasons. And now this person, who was just a blip in his timeline, is going to become a permanent fixture in his life, along with their child. And I just don’t know if that’s what I want for my life.

So, do I sacrifice the healthiest relationship I’ve ever had to avoid being involved in this complicated situation, or do I stick with it and trust that things will work out for everyone involved? Any advice would be greatly appreciated.

30yo female. Questioning if i am undiagnosed AuDHD. Growing up, my father went mute on us from the ages of 13-25 and my therapist definitely thinks there is a similar diagnosis there that i am now pondering if its been passed down to me lol.

Basically, this was the scenario:

*Husband of 7+ years comes home after a long stressful shift* *We hug and talk briefly.*

Me: "would you like your bedtime tea?"

Husband: *doesnt respond. Goes out to get stuff from his car then comes back in.*:

Me: "so did you want tea?"

Husband, in a stressed tone: "Geez, can I just have a moment to gather myself and de-clutter? You know ive been out ALL day."

Me: *goes non verbal and presses my face into the wall, pretending to dissapear from accidentally upsetting/overwhelming him*

Husband: *proceeds to start yelling at my for being childish, not understanding him, and for "trying to make him feel guilty".

/cut scene

Mind you, we have bedtime tea every night around 930pm, and he came home at 10pm so i was a little eager to get back into routine and its not a strange thing for me to ask. I do feel like i come across as childish, but t thats literally me when im at my most comfortabke with somebody and i wish i knew how to change it...

I did tell him i wasnt upset and me facing the wall wasnt me trying to sulk or make him feel bad. I was literally facing the wall, quietly smiling at myself for not noticing that i migjt have been overbearing. In my mind i thought it was jjst a playful thing i was doing, and at the same time i was physically giving him the space he needed from me. Our kitchen is small and he was blocking the only exit... so i literally had nowhere else to go lol.

We are now not talking for the remainder of the night.

The sucky thing is we had a fight similair to this only a couple of months ago and i thought we were in a better place.

Idk i just feel stupid but also unlovable. Any advice appreciated xx

our company moved floors over the weekend and facilitates told everyone not to worry because our stuff would be moved to the same assigned desk.

came in Monday and that was mostly true.

except for the chairs.

apparently someone decided chairs were just chairs and randomly distributed all of them.

people immediately started walking around checking seat cushions like they were identifying missing pets.

one guy literally yelled WHO HAS MY STEELCASE from across the floor.

I found my nouhaus three departments away with someone from accounting sitting in it.

she was actually super nice and immediately gave it back, but then we had to figure out whose chair SHE had been given.

that led to another person.

then another.

by 10am there were like six adults rolling chairs around the office trying to rebuild the original seating arrangement.

facilities eventually sent an email asking everyone to stop moving furniture without approval.

bro YOU started this 😂

It’s a lazy morning at home. I (49f) am reading in my bedroom. My kid (14f) is in the living room watching a “horror movie” on her phone. I put it that way because it’s mainly a comedy type- jump scares and the “don’t go in there!” level, no real gore, etc. The main characters are a K-Pop group she’s very into right now, so please don’t come for me! Anyway, she is using her headphones and I think she forgot I can hear her.

She is so totally invested in this. Every few minutes, she’ll exclaim something along the lines of “Nonononono don’t DO that!” or “OMG, run!!” There are gasps and occasional laughter. She is clearly completely absorbed in this film.

When we watch something together, she is not like this in the slightest. In the “too cool for school” teenager mode or whatever. Occasionally she’ll make a comment or joke, and I’ll maybe get a few eye rolls, but absolutely nothing like what is going on in my living room currently.

I’m totally eavesdropping and loving every second.