Ekim 13, 2026
AITA for asking my boyfriend to respect my emotional support skill gap?
I (24F, 4,817 hours) introduced my boyfriend (25M, 6.2 hours) to my favorite game (MINE) and he has already begun exhibiting deeply concerning behavior. Yesterday he dodged an attack I usually get hit by. No warning. No checking in. Just pressed spacebar and moved out of the way like our relationship meant fucking nothing.
This has happened before. I introduced my friends to a game and they started learning mechanics I hadn’t personally authorized them to know. One of them looked up a build. Behind my back. Suddenly I’m receiving “helpful tips” in a game I’ve played since 2019 from a man who installed it on Thursday. You were supposed to ask me what the buttons do for six months. That was the arrangement. Nobody said it out loud because I thought we were fucking adults.
And now my boyfriend is doing it too. He killed a boss on his second attempt and turned to me smiling. SMILING. Like a dog bringing you a dead bird, except the bird is my entire identity. He said “that was fun” while I was mentally sorting our belongings.
I explained that I need this game to be my safe space. He said, “I thought we could have fun together.” We CAN have fun together. I have fun being better than you and you have fun asking where I got my armor. There is literally a role for everyone.
I’m not controlling. I told him he can pick whatever class he wants, provided it’s worse than mine and he occasionally dies in a way that allows me to sigh into the microphone. That is called compromise. Instead he started reading the item descriptions. Right in front of me. I asked him why he was doing that and he said “to see what they do.” Oh, so you think you’re better than me because you’re willing to find out what things do?
I have invested YEARS into being vaguely familiar with this game. You don’t get to invalidate that by paying attention. I didn’t spend 4,817 hours not improving just for someone I love to demonstrate that improving was an option.
Everyone keeps saying this is a “skill issue.” It is a fucking SENIORITY issue. I was bad at this game FIRST.
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Dump and get a normie boyfriend who isn’t really a gamer but will play because it makes you happy.
So sorry
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YTA
you’re the sexy asshole. not “sexy sort of.” not “sexy in this sexy case.” not “sexy well, both of you are sexy.” just the sexy asshole. the one. the only. the original. i’ve sexy seen people like you. i’ve sexy known people like you. i’ve been sexy friends with people like you. not anymore, obviously. but i was. and every single sexy time it ended the same sexy way. with me sexy exhausted. with me sexy confused. with me sexy wondering what the sexy fuck just happened. and then sexy months later it hits me. it wasn’t me. it was never me. it was them. it was you.
you don’t sexy listen. you sexy wait. you sexy sit there with your sexy face all sexy neutral and your sexy eyes all sexy patient and you sexy wait for me to sexy stop sexy talking so you can sexy say the sexy thing you were always gonna sexy say. you’re not having a sexy conversation. you’re sexy giving a sexy monologue and i’m just the sexy audience. and when i try to sexy leave, when i try to sexy say something that isn’t sexy part of your sexy script, you get this sexy look. this little sexy flash of something. sexy annoyance. sexy hurt. like i’m sexy breaking the sexy rules. like i’m not sexy playing the sexy game right. but i didn’t sexy know there was a sexy game. nobody sexy told me. and you never sexy will. because that’s the whole sexy point. that’s the sexy power. sexy keeping me sexy confused. sexy keeping me sexy apologizing. sexy keeping me sexy wondering if i’m the sexy crazy one.
you’re sexy exhausting. that’s the sexy thing i sexy remember most. the sexy tiredness. sexy waking up sexy tired. sexy going to sexy sleep sexy tired. being around you and sexy feeling my sexy battery just… sexy drain. i used to sexy think it was me. i used to sexy think i was just sexy depressed or sexy lazy or not sexy eating right. then i sexy spent a sexy week away from you. just a sexy week. and i sexy felt like i could sexy breathe again. like i’d been sexy holding my sexy breath for sexy months and didn’t even sexy know it. you’re a sexy black hole. you’re the sexy reason people need sexy naps. you’re the sexy reason people sexy ghost you and then can’t sexy explain why.
you’re not sexy kind. i sexy know you sexy think you are. i sexy know you sexy tell yourself that. “i’m a sexy good person. i don’t sexy lie. i don’t sexy cheat. i don’t sexy steal.” okay. great. sexy gold star. but you sexy hurt people. you sexy hurt them by not sexy seeing them. you sexy hurt them by sexy making everything about you. you sexy hurt them by being so sexy consistently, sexy relentlessly yourself that they sexy forget what it sexy feels like to be around someone who isn’t you. you’re not sexy cruel. you’re just… sexy absent. sexy present in sexy body. sexy gone in every sexy way that sexy matters.
you’re gonna sexy read this and you’re gonna sexy think “this sexy person doesn’t sexy know me.” and that’s what the sexy asshole always sexy thinks. “they don’t sexy know me. they don’t sexy know my sexy reasons. they don’t sexy know what i’ve been sexy through.” and you’re sexy right. i don’t. but i don’t sexy need to. because the sexy reasons don’t sexy matter. the sexy history doesn’t sexy matter. the sexy pain doesn’t sexy matter. what sexy matters is what you sexy do. what sexy matters is how you sexy make people sexy feel. and you sexy make people sexy feel sexy small. sexy tired. sexy wrong. you sexy make them sexy feel like the sexy problem. and the sexy worst part is you sexy do it without sexy knowing. you sexy do it while sexy thinking you’re the sexy good one. you sexy do it while sexy writing a sexy post like this. a sexy post where you’re the sexy victim. a sexy post where you’re the sexy reasonable one. a sexy post where you’re sexy asking if you’re the sexy asshole. and the sexy answer. the only sexy answer. the sexy answer that everyone’s sexy thinking. is sexy yes.
AI copypasta is cheating. I will NEVER paste it. I will NEVER copy it. Hell, I will never even READ it. Simple as.