rSlash - r/Offmychest I Got My P**o Uncle Arrested

Episode Date: January 5, 2025

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My husband has a 4 year old daughter with a girl who's 16 years younger and was also our neighbor. This woman lived with her grandma and they were barely making it. Her grandmother was taking care of an old lady who died and she passed on the 3 room luxurious apartment to her, but they could barely afford to pay the bills. I knew the granddaughter had a crush on my husband, but I talked to him about my concerns and he said that it was nothing. That he ignores it and if she crosses the line, he'll tell her. Me and my husband do well financially speaking. My husband buys a lot of

old deteriorated buildings and then sells them after fixing them. This young woman, who was 24 at the time, said that historical buildings are her passion and he took her plenty of times with him to visit the buildings. She became pregnant. We never asked who the father is, but we both agreed to help her with money. They eventually moved away and sold the flat. They moved three years ago. I got a phone call last week from the grandma who was crying when she heard my voice and

told me the little girl is actually my husband's daughter. They moved somewhere else because my husband actually acted like a father during his rare visits and when the girl started to talk, they were afraid that she would call him daddy. The old woman told me that her granddaughter is feeling extremely guilty because I helped her the most, but couldn't call me because she's afraid of me. I went to her workplace and when she saw me, she ran away into the back. She works in a restaurant. All that money that I gave her for a year, she accepted it, even though my husband was

also giving her about 1500 euros per month without my knowledge, just for the child. I confronted my husband about it yesterday after he returned from his daily jogging and he didn't deny it. He said they had an affair and the child is his. He did the paternity test. He apologized. I feel so lost, hurt, betrayed. I've always compared myself to that young woman.

She was and is extremely beautiful. And my husband is also lean and tall and I gained weight. I feel like I want to dig a hole and jump in. I feel like a clown. OP, I definitely feel sympathy for you. You're certainly the victim here, but I cannot believe that you fell for the historical buildings are my passion line. And the husband says, oh, let me just take this single young woman who has a crush on me to abandoned buildings where only I have the key to get in. And I'm just going to show her around so she can look at the copper wiring because she's very interested in the copper wiring, sweetie.

You know, I don't want to be too harsh on you, OP, but how could you have fallen for that? Please! Our next Reddit post is from OKBig. I accidentally put my sister's dildo in my mouth multiple times. Okay, I know the title is actually kind of insane. When I was younger, around five years old, there was always this pink thing stuck to the wall in my sister's bathroom. Like I didn't know what it was obviously, but it looked like it was shaped like a shoe.

It was almost transparent and it was silicone. I used to think that it was one of my dollhouse toys or slime that was just stuck in the shape of a shoe. I, oh geez, I vividly remember putting it in my mouth and biting it with my teeth almost every day and chasing my brothers with it while slapping them across the face while my sister was gone. My brothers were around the same age as me, so they didn't know this, and our parents were out working most of the time during that time period. I didn't know why she always hid it in the bathroom cabinet, but whenever she left for

work I would take it out and start playing with it like it was a doll or something. I only just found out what it actually was because me and my friends were online shopping and we accidentally went to the adult toys page. We were laughing about it obviously. Until I saw that same pink shoe thing. And then it hit me. Oh my god. Down in the comments we have this story

from Uniquely Eris. Well, to be fair, when I was about 7, we did a walkthrough of a home that my grandparents bought and it was nasty inside. I picked up what I thought was a balloon and almost put it to my lips. I know, I was a dumb kid. But my dad saw me and slapped that thing out of my hands. Now looking back, I know exactly what it was. We have this story from Throwaway Splittin'. When I was about 9, I used a porta potty at my local sports field. When I got out, my dad asked me if I would like to use his water bottle to wash my hands, to which I proudly replied that I did wash my hands with the soap in the porta potty.

He was very confused and asked what I meant. I said that bar of soap in the little sink next to the toilet. His face fully drops. That wasn't soap. It was a urinal cake. Our next reddit post is from Married to my best friend. I married my same gender best friend, even though we're both straight. My wife slash best friend Annie is self-employed slash works freelance and as a result has

struggled getting steady health insurance in the past. Four years ago she had a health scare and because I had a somewhat decent insurance through my job, we said screw it and got married. Thankfully, the health scare was just a scare and we're both healthy. Three years ago, we said screw it again and decided to buy an apartment together. It's small and lame, but there's no way that we could afford anything on our own, so it's not something to really complain about. We have separate rooms and we still sort of casually date other people,

but we talked it over and decided to commit to being married. We love each other, we live together, and we're happy. So does it really matter that we're not gay? We haven't decided if we're having children yet, but we have decided that if we are, we're having them together, not with a man. Everyone in our life is really confused about our marriage and I guess to some extent so are we, but this seems like a don't fix what ain't broke situation. I don't know what it means to be platonically married, but I know that we're not gay, but we're also more than friends. I have honestly never been this happy my entire life and the love that I have for this woman

pales in comparison to the way that I felt with my boyfriends in the past. And before the best pal jokes start pouring in, I've never in my life been sexually aroused by a woman and I very much find men hot. I guess this is just my public service announcement to all of you that you can live life however you want and there's no universal formula for a good life. You know, honestly, I feel like this is gonna become increasingly more common just because things keep getting more and more expensive and that's that's the whole story. Just every year things get a little bit more expensive and people make the same amount of money. So I feel like we're gonna see a lot of straight people becoming married as gay people and becoming roommates just because, I mean, the alternative is like homelessness.

Our next Reddit post is from Independent Ship. In September 2021, I was in a horrible car accident. I was t-boned by someone running a stop sign and I broke my back. The likelihood of walking again was low, but a year and a half later, I was able to walk with a walker. I to walk with a walker. I still walk with a walker, but sometimes I can use a cane. I'm only 30 years old. Unfortunately, I can no longer get an erection due to the location on my spine that was damaged.

I've tried therapy and nothing works, and likely never will be able to again. My wife is an absolute sweetheart. She cared for me while I was in the hospital and well after, even though she was pregnant at the time of my crash. For a while after my accident, we coped with just using toys and whatnot to please her, but she confided in me in 2023 that it was taking a toll on her. She's always been a hypersexual being, so not getting to actually passionately hug was destroying her mental health, which I totally understood. I felt like a failure

for not being able to do what she needed me to do. We talked about options for a while and finally decided on letting her essentially have a hall pass. The rules are that she has to find a consistent long-term partner, the man must be drug and disease-free with proof, and he must be respectful of our situation, and he must wear a condom. She found mutual attraction with a guy earlier this year, and their situation lasted about three months. She then moved on to another man over the summer, and he's been her consistent friend with benefits ever since.

He'll usually come over every other weekend or once a month if we're all too busy. He's really respectful to me. It's not a bad setup either. It's mostly just business when he's over. He doesn't stay longer than he needs to, they go to the guest bedroom, do the deed, and he's gone within 30 minutes, usually. Sometimes he'll stay for dinner because having a friendly relationship with him is the best thing for all of us too.

I know that I'll get absolutely roasted for this confession, but I don't care. I've never gotten to reveal this to anyone, so it's nice to get it off my chest. I'm just happy to see my beautiful, sweet wife find some pleasure again. Our next reddit post is from dumbratbaby. I come from a pretty unsavory family, and my uncle is a known drug dealer. He never hid this fact and would openly blow a couple of lines in front of us as kids. He lived at his parents' house, so whenever my mom took us to stay at my grandmother's home, I would bum a couple of smokes off him. He never noticed, probably because we didn't visit all that often and he was never sober.

You'd think a drug dealer would have had a lock, but he didn't. He was just incredibly bold and never hid what he was doing. On one visit, I had plans to go out for the night and I wanted a little hit of something. He had just driven off, so I went into his room to pinch some weed for the night. His laptop was closed but switched on, and because I'm a nosy person, I opened it up. I saw an adult video playing from a website that I didn't recognize. Both people in the video seemed familiar, so I kept watching. A girl was giving a guy oral, and at first, neither of their faces were visible. I kept watching, and eventually, some light hit the girl's face, and I was able to place

her as a 13 year old who lived on my 35 year old uncle's street. The very girl that I was going to the park with tonight. Another tab was already open on my uncle's laptop, so I clicked on that. It was a bunch of files, some with my uncle's name and various other girls on them. Some were numbered. I clicked on the files with the names, and it was all girls who barely looked like they were old enough to be teenagers. The 13 year old girl I mentioned was in there several times.

The numbered ones were random indecent pictures of children. There seemed to be thousands of them! Shocked with the discovery I'd made, I waited until me and the girl went to the park to confront her. She confessed instantly, breaking down. She told me it initially started because he promised her some money to buy a new phone and then he began to threaten to post the videos online if he told anyone so she stayed silent.

When I told her the videos were already online, she cried. I had been mulling on this for the past few hours and I told her my plan to report the crime anonymously and for her to call in and share her testimony as a victim. She was game and that's what we did. We told nobody. The police raided his home and found the laptop containing over 2 Jesus, 200,000 videos and pictures of indecent children, as well as 1 ounce of cocaine, 5 grams of acid, printouts of exposed children and an AK-47. The girl called in with her testimony

and along with my statement, my uncle was arrested with a sentence of 9 years. He was let out after 6 years for good behavior and is now free. He got married to a woman from our home country who has no idea about the monster she married. He now scams the government for benefits, faking having anxiety to get PIP and claims universal credits. He also still sells weed on the side. The 13 year old girl was placed into witness protection and moved to a different country with her mother.

We kept in contact for a few months after that and she changed her number and we lost contact. I can't blame her for winning a fresh start. I think of her often. I hope she's doing okay. Everyone in our family still talks to him because they think that he's reformed. He's visiting our home tomorrow. He also has no idea that it was me who discovered him and ratted him out. He thinks it was one of his drug rivals. He still puts his hands on me and acts

playful and I have to act like I care about him. I am a 20 year old woman now and I despise my uncle with every inch of my being. I will never regret what I did. Nobody knows about my secret aside from his victim and one other friend. And also you Reddit. Our next Reddit post is from Cold Helicopter. I was removed from my mother's care when I was 11 years old due to allegations of sexual assault posed against my stepfather. He was convicted of those crimes, but took a plea deal which meant that he'd be out by the time that I was 13. And from what I can remember, I don't even know if he served those two full years anyways.

I was his primary victim. I don't remember how old I was when it started, but the earliest he admitted to was when I was 8. I don't know if my mom knew before it started, but the earliest he admitted to was when I was 8. I don't know if my mom knew before Child Protective Services got involved or if she found out afterwards, but now I don't think it would have mattered to her if she was aware. After being put into temporary custody of the state while the legal issues were sorted out, eventually I was placed with a relative and her husband. They later adopted me when it was clear that my mother would not be getting me back.

My adoptive parents put me into therapy, got me the help I needed, did everything they could to make me feel safe again. Something they never prevented me from was speaking to my mother. I was always able to call or text her and she was always allowed to come visit me, but I could never go and see her. I didn't really question it as a kid, I assumed it was some stipulation the courts made. I believed growing up that the reason my mom hadn't gotten me back was because of neglect, I guess.

I assumed that the court thought that it was partly her fault that I had been left unattended with that man so often or that it took someone else noticing that I was physically injured for something to be done about it. My adoptive parents never challenged these assumptions that I had, and they always told me that they would never stop me from having a relationship with my mom so long as that's what I wanted. Once I turned 18, my mom and I started talking more frequently, but we didn't see each other in person often. I never really thought about it much at first, but as the years went by,

I started questioning the circumstances of my removal and subsequent adoption. I was confused as to why a woman with no prior issues with the law would have had her child taken away from her in such a cut and dry way. I decided to ask my adoptive parents about it, and they very gently informed me that my mother was told that in order for her to regain custody of me, her husband, my abuser, would be required to leave the home and could not under any circumstances come near me. Not only because he was an offender but because I was the victim.

My mother evidently couldn't meet these conditions so I was adopted by my relatives. When I worked up the courage to ask my mom if it was true, she didn't deny it. She told me she loved him, that he was a good man who made a mistake. The court said that she could have her daughter or she could stay with her husband, so she chose him. She picked him over me. I don't even know what to do with the things I'm feeling now. I feel sick just thinking about it.

She's my mother and she knew what he did. He was convicted of sexually abusing her 11-year-old child and she refused to leave him. For the past 12 years, she's willingly slept in a bed next to the man that assaulted her daughter. She's stayed married to the man who hurt me. My adoptive parents said that they were advised by my therapist to let me figure it out in my own time as my mother, despite picking that man over me, never made any move to have me near him again. She just wasn't willing to make him leave so that I could be with her.

Evidently, the therapist thought that it would be more detrimental in the long run to keep me from communicating with my mother entirely. None of that makes me feel better. The past two days have felt like a nightmare. I don't understand how she could stay with them. I don't understand why she chose a monster over her child. I'm trying to understand why my adoptive parents didn't tell me, but to be honest, I don't really understand their reasoning either. My mom's been texting me, but I haven't answered. I can't even think about her without feeling nauseous or so angry that I want to cry or both. My adoptive parents keep checking in on me, but I've only answered the phone for them because I don't want them to drive here out of concern.

I really don't even know what to do anymore. That was r slash off my chest, and if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.