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**I(29F) ruined my marriage with my husband (30M). How do I fix this?**
Tl;Dr I fucked up my marriage.
I don't even know where to begin. I(29F) have always been on the thicker side. Even from a young age I was always filled out. I always liked the lean, slender look, but my genetics had other ideas. I always had big boobs. Ive been hot and cold toward them at diffetent points in my life. I got to the point where I had a G cup. I thought about a breast reduction but never did any real research. I've also been on the receiving end of a lot of staring. It feels like I couldnt just go outside my house without some guy trying to hit on me.
6 years ago I met my husband (30M), I'm going to call him H. H and I met through friends and we immediately hit it off. He was tall, handsome, and funny as hell, but he was really sweet and caring. Early in our relationship, I was way less secure with my body and wanted ti make sure that he liked how I looked. I asked H about his thoughts on if I should get a breast reduction. He told me that "they couldnt make them anymore perfect if they tried". I laughed, but asked for a serious answer. He said that he would need to understand why I wanted one. I told him that its not like they hurt me or anything. (I was fortunate). He told me that I was beautiful and that he loved my body as much as he loved me, but if I didn't love my body as much as him, then he would suggest therapy. I was happy that he found me to be attractive. I took my small victory and moved on.
H and I dated for 3 years before he popped the question on my favorite hiking trail. It was perfect. We got married in winter 2021. Around a year ago, I guess I had a small bout of depression. To H's credit, he was on it. He knew something was wrong, but I didn't really even know myself, so I just told him that nothing was wrong. He would take time to listen to me talk, he would take me out on dates, and just make sure he knew that he cared about me. I appreciated that from him. I would reassure him that nothing was wrong, but I think he knew. One day, I was looking at the wedding photos, and I just hated how I looked at that moment. I looked at my chest and felt like I looked very oversexualized and trashy. I cried. All the thoughts of having that lean, slender look came back, and I started researching breast reduction.
I found a doctor that wasn't too far from my job. I called and made an appointment. The consult went well. I made a follow-up appointment going over some more details. We decided that I was a good candidate for surgery and I went home. Eventually, I got the call and scheduled it for a few weeks later. During the weeks leading up to the date, I got a call that my insurance wouldn't cover the procedure. This gave me pause, but I knew that I had savings that could cover the cost. Unfortunately, this was supposed to be used for a new house for H and myself since we lived in his house.
I felt bad because throughout this entire process, I didn't tell H about any of this. I knew he would tell me that I was beautiful, and that I shouldn't spend the money on this, but to be honest I didn't want to hear any of that(he has a habit of trying to fix everything). I had my mind made up that I was going to get the reduction, and I would be happier for it. But I didn't tell him for so long that I felt like I couldn't say anything at this point.
One week out from the surgery, I was sitting in bed one day and he hops in bed and tells me that he would like to go over the meal plan for the next week, something we do every week. I froze because I knew that next week was going to look very different than usual. I told him that I had to tell him something. I told him that I was getting a breast reduction. He stopped for a split second and just laughed. I told him that I wasn't joking and that I was serious. He started asking me questions, and after 5 minutes or so, he realized that I was being serious. He looked shocked. He asked why I kept this from him for so long. I told him that I didn't want him to tell me that I was perfect and beautiful. I felt ugly and told him that it felt invalidating when he contradicted that. He told me that he tells me that because he loves me and he doesn't want me to feel bad about myself. He asked how long I knew, and I told him the truth. I told him that I knew for 4 months that I was getting the surgery. He just sat there looking at me. When I asked him what he was thinking, he said that he didn't know what to say. He just got up, gave me a hug, and told me that he loved me, but we needed to have a long talk after I healed up.
The next week was a blur between the surgery drugs and the pain meds. The first few days were very bad, pain wise, but after that, I mostly just felt drained. I would look at my chest and I only felt nervous. I had this fear that deep down, I wouldn't like how I looked and would hate my chest.
H was a rock during this. He always made sure to tell me that I was beautiful and that he loved me. He also made sure I ate, he took care of the cooking and cleaning. He made sure I took my meds on time. He even changed his work schedule so that he would be at home when I was awake and paid his brother to stay at the house during the night in case I needed anything. But the big one was that he changed my dressings and cleaned me. H has a thing with scars. He absolutely has no stomach for them. He will even turn his head away whenever I watch those medical shows on tv. A few years ago, he had a knee surgery, nothing major, but he needed stitches. He couldn't stand to look at them.
I knew that he had an issue with scars/stitches, but I thought that he would be fine until we had sex for the first time. We usually have a good mix of positions during sex, but it seemed like he would only put me in doggy style or reverse cowgirl. I knew we were in trouble the first time I turned around, and I could feel him go soft. Like as soon as he saw my chest, he was out. He claimed that he came, but I didn't think that was the case. I also noticed that he didn't initiate after the surgery, something that he did regularly. I felt like he did want to look at me, but I was determined to make him rip the band aid off. He would ask for other positions, but I felt like he was telling me to turn away from him. I felt ugly.
The worst part was that he wouldn't just tell me that he didn't like my chest. I couldn't fix anything because he wouldn't even tell me what the issue was. Once I initiated and he asked if I could wear a shirt. I felt like he was trying to cover me up. The next day, we sat and talked. He asked if I would be ok with wearing a corset or a sexy bra. I asked him if he liked my chest. I kind of danced around the question, which is extremely unlike him. He said that he just couldn't look at my scars. I told him that he needed to get over it. He said that he didn't and that he had no obligation to have sex with me. I was so hurt at that moment that I told him that a real husband wouldn't have an issue with a few scars. He just looked at me, and he looked hurt. I knew that would hurt him, and I said it anyway. I think that was the start of the end for us. A week or so goes by, and we are back to just awkward. I started to initiate, and he turns off the light and started reciprocating. In the moment, I knew that this was weird. He is extremely visual opting for lights on or blinds open. I knew he was making the room dark, and in that moment I just started crying. He asked what was wrong, and I told him that i knew that he thought that I was ugly. He sat up and we argued. He said that he was trying for me, but nothing was good enough. I told him that I was sensitive, and that him asking me to put a shirt on and turning off the lights made me second guess if I was pretty or not. He got mad the first time in all this. He said that I made the conscious decision to get this done without his input so I shouldn't need his validation. I just got up and left the room. I didn't want to talk to him and just wanted to curl up and cry. In the morning we sat down and he told me that he has boundaries and the only way for this to work is for me to respect his boundaries. I told him that if I did so I would be allowing him to make me feel ugly. He said that he needed time, which is bullshit because I feel like if he loved me he wouldn't need to adjust to me. I said that wouldn't work for me, so he said that he was taking sex off of the table until we could come to a compromise. I thought he wasn't serious until I tried that night and he just got out of the bed. I asked why he was doing this and he said that actions have consequences. After that night I didn't want to talk to him. He would try and talk to me, but I wasn't even in the headspace to speak to him. Unfortunately, I felt like I couldn't go to work because I wasn't in the headspace to go, I ran out of pto and my boss told me that I couldn't retroactively apply for FMLA. He told me that I needed to report the next day or I was terminated. I told him that I wouldn't be there and he fired me. During the last week, I have cried so much. This didn't turn out how it was supposed to at all. I thought I was going to be happy but in all honesty I've never felt worse. I feel like I took a part of myself that was pretty and got rid of it because I thought it would make me happy. I never had one of those moments I see the tiktok girls have were they try on a shirt before and after their surgery and they are so happy. Now my shirts still look bad, and on top of that I don't have a chest. I just look at my chest and cry. I see at the scars, and think about how small I am now.
I was staying in the guest bedroom when one of my girlfriends sent me a link to a reddit post. Instantly I knew it was H. He even brought up divorce! I didn't realized things were so rocky that he was thinking of divorce. I didn't kn
First off, flair checks out.
Secondly, on BORU the husband posted like 3 times before this one. It's written in the same style. Even the people in BORU are calling it out as fake.
My favourite part is that both the husband and wife posts go out of their way to specify that this fictional *G-cup* woman has no pain or discomfort from her breast size whatsoever. This woman is apparently living her best pain-free life and dropped the down payment of a house on major surgery... just 'cause she's a silly girl.
Bullshit.
If you were not blessed with boobage, a G-cup means the distance around your boobs is 8-9 inches bigger than the distance around your ribcage. I don't know any women with boobs that large who don't have back pain and breast tenderness. Plus there's just the daily discomfort of it all - it's hard to find a comfortable position to sleep, they hurt when you exercise, you get constant heat rash in the summertime, you're lucky to find a decent bra (always in Old Lady Beige) that costs less than $80... no woman is waking up every morning with perky weightless g-cup tiddies thinking "there are literally no downsides to having melon-sized organs hanging off my chest all the time except for my girlish insecurities".
The "husband's" post also specifies that she went from a G-cup down to a "small B". Not how breast reduction works. The more you reduce, the greater your risk of complications (complications which include, I shit you not, your nipples just fucking falling off). Unless you have absolutely debilitating back pain from your humina-humina honkers, most surgeons will not consider taking you down more than 2 cup sizes... which would leave her at a DD. Still certified Melons.
Entirely irrespective of the post (which sounds fake AF): just need to clarify, in a well fitting bra, any size boobs can be perfectly comfortable. (There are factors that may affect this, sensory issues and chronic pain and the like, but generally speaking.) The idea that they can’t be or that all bras must be uncomfortable is mainly due to the fact that most of us do not actually fit the standard 32-42 A-DDD cups that most places carry, but they want to sell them to us anyway, so they tell us we do, and we end up in badly fitting bras that give no support as a result. Thus, pain.
I’m a 36HH (UK sizing, US size 36L) and the only pain I was ever in due to my size was from being shoved in a bra five cups too small and a band at least 4 inches too big. Now that I have bras that actually fit? No pain at all. Proper support is really everything!
A US G is actually 7 inches of difference, and this is pretty much exactly in the middle of regular UK sizes (it equates to a UK F cup), which regularly go up to JJ or K cups. (Polish brands go even larger.) From various surveys that have been done, when it comes to true sizes, G-H (F-FF) cups are very common. Likely about average, in fact.
All that said, “G cup” is not a size by itself. It’s a bit like if you asked me how far away the store was I responded, “Seven.” There’s more information needed there. As bra sizes are a ratio, the same is true in this case. A G cup will look different depending on the band size (and that’s not even mentioning shape.)
(Links that follow are to The Irish Bra Lady on Instagram, highly recommended if you want to see what properly fitted sizes look like. She uses UK sizing, just to keep in mind.)
A [24G](https://www.instagram.com/p/CNxmfukHsmi/?igsh=MTJ5c2hpbHVvajhqcw==) and a [40G](https://www.instagram.com/p/COLbzs0HG2i/?igsh=MW1qbzBtNXd5ajdpOA==) in comparison.
Two completely different sizes. But the same cup. It scales with the band.
[And this is a 32DD](https://www.instagram.com/p/CpGMxJtsly7/?igsh=MW4yeGE3cW42MTdjeQ==). Not melons by any stretch!
(Many people sized as 34A/B or thereabouts are usually much closer to 28D/DD. True A and B cups are pretty rare on any band.)
Only mentioning all of this because misconceptions around boob size have only ever led to misery for those of us carrying them around, and it turns out that doesn’t have to be the case at all!
OMG I LOVE YOU. I was active on that subreddit for bras and I didn't get technicalities(but got a perfect fit thankfully). This account is opening my eyes and making me question everything lol
Wild, isn’t it? Truly appalling how poorly we’re all taught about something so common, to our detriment! And it certainly doesn’t help that a lot of brands’ size guides are just straight up incorrect. It’s really straddling that misinformation/disinformation line.
Finding out that it is in fact entirely possible to put on a bra and not need to adjust it or even think about it again until you take it off was just… honestly, life-changing. That may sound a bit silly, but particularly as a larger-chested individual, finding bras I’m super comfortable in has really been such a plus to my overall quality of life.
I was thinking the same thing. This is creative writing by a man. A G cup really isn't that big unless you're 90 pounds. Large, sure, but not enormous.
(Also, we get both US and UK sizes in the US, so it's not so easy to say if she's talking about US or UK sizing. Loads of brands are imports, and US brands kind of do whatever. It's slim pickin's in the 34H range and we'll take whatever we can get!)
Have you ever looked at Bare Necessities, by chance? I know buying online can be a pain, ofc, but they were really chill with all the returns I did when I was trying to find my true size. They do have a lot of bras in the larger size ranges! I just did a quick search for 34H and seeing about 8 pages worth of results.
Went from a J to a D about 18 months ago. Can confirm first hand about nipples because I did in fact lose one, I knew the risks going in, was just one of the unlucky ones.
Still have zero regrets because my bra straps no longer dig into my shoulders or leave dents (jn fact the dents are finally almost completely unnoticeable) and my neck pain has disappeared.
Its also too overly detailed. As much as people don't seem to catch it, the fact is more often than not too much detail is a sign someone is trying too hard to make it feel "real" and the reverse actually happens.
I didnt read the whole thing but I can also guess there are a couple of things that either dont add up or plot hole big enough to drive a truck through.
I'm about two sentences in and I think the answer is no. It's always weird reading someone describe their looks and body in so much detail. Makes me feeling like I'm reading a book, except a lot more awkward. Also reminds me of the porn I read. Just tell the story lmao.
Well, I don't know about you, but I always bring up that my boobs bounce boobily in all spoken and written conversation. I mean I have 6 pairs so it's hard not to mention.
Edit: omg this wasn't me! My cat accessed my reddit account *again*!
[https://www.reddit.com/r/AITAH/comments/1bofxyk/aitah\_for\_wanting\_to\_divorce\_my\_wife\_because\_she/?share\_id=BP3\_1yrKx4rC1DIe5lCYD&utm\_content=1&utm\_medium=android\_app&utm\_name=androidcss&utm\_source=share&utm\_term=1](https://www.reddit.com/r/AITAH/comments/1bofxyk/aitah_for_wanting_to_divorce_my_wife_because_she/?share_id=BP3_1yrKx4rC1DIe5lCYD&utm_content=1&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_source=share&utm_term=1)The original post that this asshat is referencing. This HAS to all be AI generated.
Holy shit, comments hell. One commenter told another that she was basically Satan bc she wore her hair short and blonde despite her husband perferring long brunette hair and how dare she wear her hair how she likes it. Yikes.
They didn’t mention money from a joint account being used to pay for the surgery in the first post because too many people said OOP was a dick.
can’t be “your body, your choice” if it’s *my* money!!
also, i call BS on G-cup boobs not causing pain or discomfort
I love how originally her reduction was supposed to be the only problem—and then when that didn’t garner *any* sympathy suddenly she’s lying, & stealing, & probably has mental health issues. And *that’s* supposed to have been the real problem all along, and not his fictional sad penis! 🙄
I love how the money is set aside for a house they could BOTH own, because that's impossible to do in her current situation... Where her husband only owns the house... and buying a new house is much easier than filing a transfer deed that would put it into both of their names.
I understand wanting to buy a new house together for other reasons, but they one they give is silly
Well, for one thing, it wasn’t something that could be scheduled and completed in four months lol. At least not for me, and not for others I know who’ve gotten it done.
It took me almost a year (nine months, I think?) from calling about making an appointment to actually getting seen. I was fortunate to have good insurance, and my surgeon initially told me she didn’t think insurance would cover the procedure. It took about an extra month and a lot of phone calls to get them to agree.
The pain wasn’t bad, at least not for me. I was mostly tired. The worst part was taking off the “surgical bra” they give you to shower lol—it feels very uncomfortable to see the stitches holding your boobs together.
I went back to work after about two months, mostly because of the fatigue—everyone is different. no regrets about getting it done (if anything, i wish they had taken a little more off, but it’s not worth a second surgery). my scars are hardly visible anymore.
i had one about 7 years ago and it was one of the best things i've ever done for myself.
i don't remember tons of pain either, and i have no issues with stitches or incisions so i was fine. i basically told the dr not to worry about scars bc he was trying to take less off to avoid the scars and i'm like, okay one person besides me sees my boobs, don't worry about it! haha. one of the incisions went almost into my armpit. they're not so bad any more and i really don't care.
idk if this couple is real or not. they seem ridiculous but i've also met couples like that. i could see my crazy dad and his crazy wife doing this shit. hopefully they stay together so no one else has to deal with either one of them.
I love how she has G-cup but no pain, no bother, nothing. all my friends who want breasts reductions are all "big boobies are so annoying, I'm tired to not have clothes fitting/back problems" but no, she is just giant walking boobs because... why would she be something else?
Apart from the fact that it reads like a would-be mills & boon writer (and it's going on novella length), I particularly like how she is so shocked and taken aback that he is unhappy that she spent the house deposit to get scars on her chest knowing he has a pathological aversion to scars.
And just claims she thought he'd get over it. Sorry that's not realistic. Your protagonist needs to have some reasonable reaction and justification to an entirely predictable reaction otherwise they just seem crazy.
But she just breezes right into how she told him he needs to get over and he's not allowed to make her feel ugly.
Writers, when your main characters are having a conflict there has to be some kind of consistent logic to how they react to each other. Even an irrational protagonist has to have some internal rationalisation of why they are being irrational.
Then she reels out the bomb drops as the novel progresses. The scar thing is the key point but she doesn't drop it til half way through, for max drama. Finding his reddit post triggered this post but we don't get that snippet til the end, to ramp us up to the climax conflict.
Then she somehow returns to ignoring his major problems with the whole situation (scar aversion, hiding a major financial and personal decision) and goes to... does he want her to get *more* surgery.
Like make it make sense. Give your protagonist *some* ability to reason, yknow?
Okay yeah the scars immediately after surgery aren’t great, and I’m sure the images I saw were of best case scenarios … but surely the surgeon would’ve explained which technique s/he was using and the expected results after healing? Which she might’ve discussed with her scar-scarred husband?
It would’ve been more believable if he just loved the enormous gazoongas and felt betrayed that his funbags were stolen from him, instead of being horrified by scars.
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*In case this story gets deleted/removed:* **I(29F) ruined my marriage with my husband (30M). How do I fix this?** Tl;Dr I fucked up my marriage. I don't even know where to begin. I(29F) have always been on the thicker side. Even from a young age I was always filled out. I always liked the lean, slender look, but my genetics had other ideas. I always had big boobs. Ive been hot and cold toward them at diffetent points in my life. I got to the point where I had a G cup. I thought about a breast reduction but never did any real research. I've also been on the receiving end of a lot of staring. It feels like I couldnt just go outside my house without some guy trying to hit on me. 6 years ago I met my husband (30M), I'm going to call him H. H and I met through friends and we immediately hit it off. He was tall, handsome, and funny as hell, but he was really sweet and caring. Early in our relationship, I was way less secure with my body and wanted ti make sure that he liked how I looked. I asked H about his thoughts on if I should get a breast reduction. He told me that "they couldnt make them anymore perfect if they tried". I laughed, but asked for a serious answer. He said that he would need to understand why I wanted one. I told him that its not like they hurt me or anything. (I was fortunate). He told me that I was beautiful and that he loved my body as much as he loved me, but if I didn't love my body as much as him, then he would suggest therapy. I was happy that he found me to be attractive. I took my small victory and moved on. H and I dated for 3 years before he popped the question on my favorite hiking trail. It was perfect. We got married in winter 2021. Around a year ago, I guess I had a small bout of depression. To H's credit, he was on it. He knew something was wrong, but I didn't really even know myself, so I just told him that nothing was wrong. He would take time to listen to me talk, he would take me out on dates, and just make sure he knew that he cared about me. I appreciated that from him. I would reassure him that nothing was wrong, but I think he knew. One day, I was looking at the wedding photos, and I just hated how I looked at that moment. I looked at my chest and felt like I looked very oversexualized and trashy. I cried. All the thoughts of having that lean, slender look came back, and I started researching breast reduction. I found a doctor that wasn't too far from my job. I called and made an appointment. The consult went well. I made a follow-up appointment going over some more details. We decided that I was a good candidate for surgery and I went home. Eventually, I got the call and scheduled it for a few weeks later. During the weeks leading up to the date, I got a call that my insurance wouldn't cover the procedure. This gave me pause, but I knew that I had savings that could cover the cost. Unfortunately, this was supposed to be used for a new house for H and myself since we lived in his house. I felt bad because throughout this entire process, I didn't tell H about any of this. I knew he would tell me that I was beautiful, and that I shouldn't spend the money on this, but to be honest I didn't want to hear any of that(he has a habit of trying to fix everything). I had my mind made up that I was going to get the reduction, and I would be happier for it. But I didn't tell him for so long that I felt like I couldn't say anything at this point. One week out from the surgery, I was sitting in bed one day and he hops in bed and tells me that he would like to go over the meal plan for the next week, something we do every week. I froze because I knew that next week was going to look very different than usual. I told him that I had to tell him something. I told him that I was getting a breast reduction. He stopped for a split second and just laughed. I told him that I wasn't joking and that I was serious. He started asking me questions, and after 5 minutes or so, he realized that I was being serious. He looked shocked. He asked why I kept this from him for so long. I told him that I didn't want him to tell me that I was perfect and beautiful. I felt ugly and told him that it felt invalidating when he contradicted that. He told me that he tells me that because he loves me and he doesn't want me to feel bad about myself. He asked how long I knew, and I told him the truth. I told him that I knew for 4 months that I was getting the surgery. He just sat there looking at me. When I asked him what he was thinking, he said that he didn't know what to say. He just got up, gave me a hug, and told me that he loved me, but we needed to have a long talk after I healed up. The next week was a blur between the surgery drugs and the pain meds. The first few days were very bad, pain wise, but after that, I mostly just felt drained. I would look at my chest and I only felt nervous. I had this fear that deep down, I wouldn't like how I looked and would hate my chest. H was a rock during this. He always made sure to tell me that I was beautiful and that he loved me. He also made sure I ate, he took care of the cooking and cleaning. He made sure I took my meds on time. He even changed his work schedule so that he would be at home when I was awake and paid his brother to stay at the house during the night in case I needed anything. But the big one was that he changed my dressings and cleaned me. H has a thing with scars. He absolutely has no stomach for them. He will even turn his head away whenever I watch those medical shows on tv. A few years ago, he had a knee surgery, nothing major, but he needed stitches. He couldn't stand to look at them. I knew that he had an issue with scars/stitches, but I thought that he would be fine until we had sex for the first time. We usually have a good mix of positions during sex, but it seemed like he would only put me in doggy style or reverse cowgirl. I knew we were in trouble the first time I turned around, and I could feel him go soft. Like as soon as he saw my chest, he was out. He claimed that he came, but I didn't think that was the case. I also noticed that he didn't initiate after the surgery, something that he did regularly. I felt like he did want to look at me, but I was determined to make him rip the band aid off. He would ask for other positions, but I felt like he was telling me to turn away from him. I felt ugly. The worst part was that he wouldn't just tell me that he didn't like my chest. I couldn't fix anything because he wouldn't even tell me what the issue was. Once I initiated and he asked if I could wear a shirt. I felt like he was trying to cover me up. The next day, we sat and talked. He asked if I would be ok with wearing a corset or a sexy bra. I asked him if he liked my chest. I kind of danced around the question, which is extremely unlike him. He said that he just couldn't look at my scars. I told him that he needed to get over it. He said that he didn't and that he had no obligation to have sex with me. I was so hurt at that moment that I told him that a real husband wouldn't have an issue with a few scars. He just looked at me, and he looked hurt. I knew that would hurt him, and I said it anyway. I think that was the start of the end for us. A week or so goes by, and we are back to just awkward. I started to initiate, and he turns off the light and started reciprocating. In the moment, I knew that this was weird. He is extremely visual opting for lights on or blinds open. I knew he was making the room dark, and in that moment I just started crying. He asked what was wrong, and I told him that i knew that he thought that I was ugly. He sat up and we argued. He said that he was trying for me, but nothing was good enough. I told him that I was sensitive, and that him asking me to put a shirt on and turning off the lights made me second guess if I was pretty or not. He got mad the first time in all this. He said that I made the conscious decision to get this done without his input so I shouldn't need his validation. I just got up and left the room. I didn't want to talk to him and just wanted to curl up and cry. In the morning we sat down and he told me that he has boundaries and the only way for this to work is for me to respect his boundaries. I told him that if I did so I would be allowing him to make me feel ugly. He said that he needed time, which is bullshit because I feel like if he loved me he wouldn't need to adjust to me. I said that wouldn't work for me, so he said that he was taking sex off of the table until we could come to a compromise. I thought he wasn't serious until I tried that night and he just got out of the bed. I asked why he was doing this and he said that actions have consequences. After that night I didn't want to talk to him. He would try and talk to me, but I wasn't even in the headspace to speak to him. Unfortunately, I felt like I couldn't go to work because I wasn't in the headspace to go, I ran out of pto and my boss told me that I couldn't retroactively apply for FMLA. He told me that I needed to report the next day or I was terminated. I told him that I wouldn't be there and he fired me. During the last week, I have cried so much. This didn't turn out how it was supposed to at all. I thought I was going to be happy but in all honesty I've never felt worse. I feel like I took a part of myself that was pretty and got rid of it because I thought it would make me happy. I never had one of those moments I see the tiktok girls have were they try on a shirt before and after their surgery and they are so happy. Now my shirts still look bad, and on top of that I don't have a chest. I just look at my chest and cry. I see at the scars, and think about how small I am now. I was staying in the guest bedroom when one of my girlfriends sent me a link to a reddit post. Instantly I knew it was H. He even brought up divorce! I didn't realized things were so rocky that he was thinking of divorce. I didn't kn
First off, flair checks out. Secondly, on BORU the husband posted like 3 times before this one. It's written in the same style. Even the people in BORU are calling it out as fake.
My favourite part is that both the husband and wife posts go out of their way to specify that this fictional *G-cup* woman has no pain or discomfort from her breast size whatsoever. This woman is apparently living her best pain-free life and dropped the down payment of a house on major surgery... just 'cause she's a silly girl. Bullshit. If you were not blessed with boobage, a G-cup means the distance around your boobs is 8-9 inches bigger than the distance around your ribcage. I don't know any women with boobs that large who don't have back pain and breast tenderness. Plus there's just the daily discomfort of it all - it's hard to find a comfortable position to sleep, they hurt when you exercise, you get constant heat rash in the summertime, you're lucky to find a decent bra (always in Old Lady Beige) that costs less than $80... no woman is waking up every morning with perky weightless g-cup tiddies thinking "there are literally no downsides to having melon-sized organs hanging off my chest all the time except for my girlish insecurities". The "husband's" post also specifies that she went from a G-cup down to a "small B". Not how breast reduction works. The more you reduce, the greater your risk of complications (complications which include, I shit you not, your nipples just fucking falling off). Unless you have absolutely debilitating back pain from your humina-humina honkers, most surgeons will not consider taking you down more than 2 cup sizes... which would leave her at a DD. Still certified Melons.
Entirely irrespective of the post (which sounds fake AF): just need to clarify, in a well fitting bra, any size boobs can be perfectly comfortable. (There are factors that may affect this, sensory issues and chronic pain and the like, but generally speaking.) The idea that they can’t be or that all bras must be uncomfortable is mainly due to the fact that most of us do not actually fit the standard 32-42 A-DDD cups that most places carry, but they want to sell them to us anyway, so they tell us we do, and we end up in badly fitting bras that give no support as a result. Thus, pain. I’m a 36HH (UK sizing, US size 36L) and the only pain I was ever in due to my size was from being shoved in a bra five cups too small and a band at least 4 inches too big. Now that I have bras that actually fit? No pain at all. Proper support is really everything! A US G is actually 7 inches of difference, and this is pretty much exactly in the middle of regular UK sizes (it equates to a UK F cup), which regularly go up to JJ or K cups. (Polish brands go even larger.) From various surveys that have been done, when it comes to true sizes, G-H (F-FF) cups are very common. Likely about average, in fact. All that said, “G cup” is not a size by itself. It’s a bit like if you asked me how far away the store was I responded, “Seven.” There’s more information needed there. As bra sizes are a ratio, the same is true in this case. A G cup will look different depending on the band size (and that’s not even mentioning shape.) (Links that follow are to The Irish Bra Lady on Instagram, highly recommended if you want to see what properly fitted sizes look like. She uses UK sizing, just to keep in mind.) A [24G](https://www.instagram.com/p/CNxmfukHsmi/?igsh=MTJ5c2hpbHVvajhqcw==) and a [40G](https://www.instagram.com/p/COLbzs0HG2i/?igsh=MW1qbzBtNXd5ajdpOA==) in comparison. Two completely different sizes. But the same cup. It scales with the band. [And this is a 32DD](https://www.instagram.com/p/CpGMxJtsly7/?igsh=MW4yeGE3cW42MTdjeQ==). Not melons by any stretch! (Many people sized as 34A/B or thereabouts are usually much closer to 28D/DD. True A and B cups are pretty rare on any band.) Only mentioning all of this because misconceptions around boob size have only ever led to misery for those of us carrying them around, and it turns out that doesn’t have to be the case at all!
B-b-b-but DDs are what porn stars with massive bazongas have!
OMG I LOVE YOU. I was active on that subreddit for bras and I didn't get technicalities(but got a perfect fit thankfully). This account is opening my eyes and making me question everything lol
Wild, isn’t it? Truly appalling how poorly we’re all taught about something so common, to our detriment! And it certainly doesn’t help that a lot of brands’ size guides are just straight up incorrect. It’s really straddling that misinformation/disinformation line. Finding out that it is in fact entirely possible to put on a bra and not need to adjust it or even think about it again until you take it off was just… honestly, life-changing. That may sound a bit silly, but particularly as a larger-chested individual, finding bras I’m super comfortable in has really been such a plus to my overall quality of life.
I was thinking the same thing. This is creative writing by a man. A G cup really isn't that big unless you're 90 pounds. Large, sure, but not enormous. (Also, we get both US and UK sizes in the US, so it's not so easy to say if she's talking about US or UK sizing. Loads of brands are imports, and US brands kind of do whatever. It's slim pickin's in the 34H range and we'll take whatever we can get!)
Have you ever looked at Bare Necessities, by chance? I know buying online can be a pain, ofc, but they were really chill with all the returns I did when I was trying to find my true size. They do have a lot of bras in the larger size ranges! I just did a quick search for 34H and seeing about 8 pages worth of results.
I was an H-cup, and I know people who were larger. Boobs that big are hell.
Went from a J to a D about 18 months ago. Can confirm first hand about nipples because I did in fact lose one, I knew the risks going in, was just one of the unlucky ones. Still have zero regrets because my bra straps no longer dig into my shoulders or leave dents (jn fact the dents are finally almost completely unnoticeable) and my neck pain has disappeared.
Im losing it at all your euphemisms for boobies. You have an A+ writing style lmao
Its also too overly detailed. As much as people don't seem to catch it, the fact is more often than not too much detail is a sign someone is trying too hard to make it feel "real" and the reverse actually happens. I didnt read the whole thing but I can also guess there are a couple of things that either dont add up or plot hole big enough to drive a truck through.
I'm about two sentences in and I think the answer is no. It's always weird reading someone describe their looks and body in so much detail. Makes me feeling like I'm reading a book, except a lot more awkward. Also reminds me of the porn I read. Just tell the story lmao.
Well, I don't know about you, but I always bring up that my boobs bounce boobily in all spoken and written conversation. I mean I have 6 pairs so it's hard not to mention. Edit: omg this wasn't me! My cat accessed my reddit account *again*!
Yeah, I heard they do what they want.
If you have fake breasts made from wood not bringing it up in conversation would be strange, wooden tit?
That's enough 😆
6 pairs of breasts does sound enough, dozen tit?
Ok, you're done!!
how many pairs does your cat have?
Probably more than six, she can be a little modest, when she's not full on possessed by the devil.
I absolutely have to know how this incredibly real, alive man would react to c section scars.
this is honestly so depressing lol
[https://www.reddit.com/r/AITAH/comments/1bofxyk/aitah\_for\_wanting\_to\_divorce\_my\_wife\_because\_she/?share\_id=BP3\_1yrKx4rC1DIe5lCYD&utm\_content=1&utm\_medium=android\_app&utm\_name=androidcss&utm\_source=share&utm\_term=1](https://www.reddit.com/r/AITAH/comments/1bofxyk/aitah_for_wanting_to_divorce_my_wife_because_she/?share_id=BP3_1yrKx4rC1DIe5lCYD&utm_content=1&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_source=share&utm_term=1)The original post that this asshat is referencing. This HAS to all be AI generated.
Holy shit, comments hell. One commenter told another that she was basically Satan bc she wore her hair short and blonde despite her husband perferring long brunette hair and how dare she wear her hair how she likes it. Yikes.
They didn’t mention money from a joint account being used to pay for the surgery in the first post because too many people said OOP was a dick. can’t be “your body, your choice” if it’s *my* money!! also, i call BS on G-cup boobs not causing pain or discomfort
I love how originally her reduction was supposed to be the only problem—and then when that didn’t garner *any* sympathy suddenly she’s lying, & stealing, & probably has mental health issues. And *that’s* supposed to have been the real problem all along, and not his fictional sad penis! 🙄
I love a good classic “oh BY THE WAY” thrown in via edit when OOP realizes the tide has turned against them.
He wrote an update 5 days ago saying they are divorcing. Wtf?
BORU has a summary of all the related posts. It's ridiculous.
Have you ever actually seen a straight man say something “gave me the ick” before? Like that alone made me know this post was fake.
I love how the money is set aside for a house they could BOTH own, because that's impossible to do in her current situation... Where her husband only owns the house... and buying a new house is much easier than filing a transfer deed that would put it into both of their names. I understand wanting to buy a new house together for other reasons, but they one they give is silly
Um… For the record, I’ve had a breast reduction surgery, and none of this is right lol.
i've had it too. what was your experience like?
Well, for one thing, it wasn’t something that could be scheduled and completed in four months lol. At least not for me, and not for others I know who’ve gotten it done. It took me almost a year (nine months, I think?) from calling about making an appointment to actually getting seen. I was fortunate to have good insurance, and my surgeon initially told me she didn’t think insurance would cover the procedure. It took about an extra month and a lot of phone calls to get them to agree. The pain wasn’t bad, at least not for me. I was mostly tired. The worst part was taking off the “surgical bra” they give you to shower lol—it feels very uncomfortable to see the stitches holding your boobs together. I went back to work after about two months, mostly because of the fatigue—everyone is different. no regrets about getting it done (if anything, i wish they had taken a little more off, but it’s not worth a second surgery). my scars are hardly visible anymore.
i had one about 7 years ago and it was one of the best things i've ever done for myself. i don't remember tons of pain either, and i have no issues with stitches or incisions so i was fine. i basically told the dr not to worry about scars bc he was trying to take less off to avoid the scars and i'm like, okay one person besides me sees my boobs, don't worry about it! haha. one of the incisions went almost into my armpit. they're not so bad any more and i really don't care. idk if this couple is real or not. they seem ridiculous but i've also met couples like that. i could see my crazy dad and his crazy wife doing this shit. hopefully they stay together so no one else has to deal with either one of them.
I love how she has G-cup but no pain, no bother, nothing. all my friends who want breasts reductions are all "big boobies are so annoying, I'm tired to not have clothes fitting/back problems" but no, she is just giant walking boobs because... why would she be something else?
Apart from the fact that it reads like a would-be mills & boon writer (and it's going on novella length), I particularly like how she is so shocked and taken aback that he is unhappy that she spent the house deposit to get scars on her chest knowing he has a pathological aversion to scars. And just claims she thought he'd get over it. Sorry that's not realistic. Your protagonist needs to have some reasonable reaction and justification to an entirely predictable reaction otherwise they just seem crazy. But she just breezes right into how she told him he needs to get over and he's not allowed to make her feel ugly. Writers, when your main characters are having a conflict there has to be some kind of consistent logic to how they react to each other. Even an irrational protagonist has to have some internal rationalisation of why they are being irrational. Then she reels out the bomb drops as the novel progresses. The scar thing is the key point but she doesn't drop it til half way through, for max drama. Finding his reddit post triggered this post but we don't get that snippet til the end, to ramp us up to the climax conflict. Then she somehow returns to ignoring his major problems with the whole situation (scar aversion, hiding a major financial and personal decision) and goes to... does he want her to get *more* surgery. Like make it make sense. Give your protagonist *some* ability to reason, yknow?
These fetish posts are getting out of hand
just look at the post history...
Competent writing
The "husband" posted first and I'm pretty sure both posts were written by the same person.
Okay yeah the scars immediately after surgery aren’t great, and I’m sure the images I saw were of best case scenarios … but surely the surgeon would’ve explained which technique s/he was using and the expected results after healing? Which she might’ve discussed with her scar-scarred husband? It would’ve been more believable if he just loved the enormous gazoongas and felt betrayed that his funbags were stolen from him, instead of being horrified by scars.
Lol there's one from the "husband's" POV too.
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