Oh, sweet readers, buckle up, because I’ve stumbled upon a story so juicy, so packed with drama, it makes the plot of your favorite telenovela look like a lazy Sunday picnic. This is a real Reddit story from a real person, and it’s one for the ages. So, grab your popcorn, keep your teddy by your side, and let me introduce you to the battlefield of love and Legos.
Our protagonist, a woman scorned, faced the ultimate betrayal when her now ex-boyfriend decided her cherished teddy bear, a heartfelt gift from her late grandmother, was too ‘raggedy’ for his aesthetic pleasure. This wasn’t just any teddy bear, my dears. It was a symbol of love, carrying the voice of a beloved grandmother who left this world too soon. This bear was a confidant, a memory, a piece of her soul – and he threw it away like yesterday’s news. Can you imagine? I’m clutching my pearls just thinking about it!
But wait, there’s more! When our heroine discovered the treachery, she unleashed a fury so fiery, it would make the gods take a step back. Her ex’s prized Lego sets – those painstakingly built monuments of plastic glory – met a fate most dreadful. She didn’t just dismantle them… oh no, she went full Godzilla on his Lego city. Pieces were tossed to the wind, structures crumbled, and the once mighty creations were reduced to rubble.
Now, before you start tut-tutting and wagging your finger, let’s not forget the gravity of the crime committed by her ex. He didn’t just disrespect her property; he tossed aside her feelings, her memories, her very essence. In a world where we’re so quick to judge, let’s take a moment to walk a mile in her slippers. Pain and betrayal have a funny way of making us do things we might later regret. Or not.
The aftermath? Oh, readers, it was a deliciously messy affair. Mutual friends were divided, accusations were hurled, and our leads became embroiled in a dance as old as time – the ex-boyfriend begging for forgiveness, our heroine standing her ground, and the world watching in bated breath. But fear not, for our story has a glimmer of hope, a silver lining in the cloud of Lego disasters. She found her teddy, dear readers, against all odds, in the trash, yet triumphant.
So, here’s Roger’s Hot Take: Relationships are complicated beasts, filled with moments of sweetness and sorrow. But respect, oh respect, is the cornerstone upon which love should be built. Disrespect a person’s cherished memories, and you might just find your precious hobbies in ruins. Our heroine’s actions were a dramatic response to a deep wound, a reminder that in matters of the heart, one should tread carefully. Lego sets can be rebuilt, but trust, once shattered, is a puzzle far more complex.
Love should uplift, not tear down. Cherish the teddies in your life, for they are the silent witnesses to your deepest emotions. And remember, when the world seems dark, and all hope lost, there’s always a chance for redemption, a possibility for finding that lost piece of your heart. Just hopefully, without needing to go full-on Godzilla on your significant other’s hobby.
Until next time, keep your teddies close and your Legos closer. This is Roger, signing off, with love, sass, and a dash of wisdom.
Original story
I Just need to vent
I 24F have been living with my 25M now ex boyfriend for about 8 months now. I have a teddy bear that my grandmother gave to me when I was younger. It has no monetary alum but the sentimental value is more important. When I was 8 she gave it to my while she was struggling with cancer. It was stage 4 and spread quickly and there was nothing they could do. She gave me a teddy bear and told me to take care of it and I could talk to the teddy bear whenever I missed her. She got one of those talking mics put in it and it would say “I hope you’re feeling loved today because I love you more than all the stars in the sky and all the fish in the sea and you mean the world to me” she would say that all time when I would spend the night.
He knows how much it means to me. I told him. He’s seen me hugging the bear and sitting outside to talk to my grandma when I was sad or Just needed to vent without Judgement or even a response. 2 days ago he decided that it was “raggedy” and “not appealing to look at” I can admit, bear bear has been through it. I carried it around with me everywhere for 2 years. He would go in my book bag when I went to school, went to dance class with me, he even went out of town when I had cheer meets when I got into high school. My cousin pulled out one of his eyes when I was 10 and he’s missing an arm when my brother got mad at me and cut it off. It was sewn back on and then ripped off again. You get it. But he was mine.
I found a button that was exactly like his from some bear at a Good Will and was going to sew it in his eye. I went to my room (we have separate bedrooms, I can decorate my space how I want and have my work space and the same for him but we always sleep together, I Just never had my own room and have only been living alone for 2 years so I want to keep that for a while) I went in there to do it and he wasn’t on my bed. I went scouring for him for hours and he watched me. I started to cry because that was the last thing she gave me and she made special for me. He finally told me he threw it away because it was disgusting and he hated coming in my room and seeing it. I got so mad and I felt so betrayed.
He likes to spend time on legos and building them. He’s built the Eiffel Tower, the Harry Potter tower, a cherry blossom tree, and dozens of other. I went to his room and I destroyed them all. I threw the pieces around the room and out the window and in the garbage. He came in screaming at me and saying how dare I touch his things he bought with his money and he spent hours on it. I told him he can gtfo and spend hours rebuilding it some place else because I’m done with him. He started telling me I was overreacting and whatever else. I forget a lot of the argument because I was pissed. I told him he had 1 week to get his things out and move out but he wasn’t staying here while it happened. He started telling me that I couldn’t do that and he paid bills. I told him I really don’t give a shit and to get out or I’d call the police.
We have mutual friends and he’s told them a completely different story because 2 have texted me asking “how could I do that to him” and I really don’t care to clear it up. In the moment I didn’t feel bad but now I kind of do because that’s his hobby but I was so hurt and betrayed by what he did. He’s even called me a few times saying he’ll get me another and we can work on things and don’t throw away 3 years over a mistake but I am completely disgusted by him.
UPDATE: I want to say thank you to all the people who told me not to give up on finding my bear because I went out in that dumpster for 3 hours with my sister, my best friend, and even a neighbor came down to help when I told him what happened. And I fucking found it. I am so relieved and beyond happy. Also I love all the men calling me crazy and he dodged a bullet and I committed a crime and he should call the police/take me to court as if he didn’t go into my personal space and throw away MY property because he didn’t like MY PROPERTY IN MY PERSONAL SPACE. He’s lucky that’s all I did and I didn’t sue him for it. Men are telling me I committed a crime… as if he didn’t… that I’m crazy for destroying his things… but he isn’t… that I’m immature for being upset that he threw the last thing I have of my grandmother out… but he can buy replicas of the same Harry Potter LEGO set until the day he dies if he wants to but I’m the worst person to ever walk this planet. It’s insane.
Anyway, I found it, he’s air drying, I’m going to sew the button in over the weekend, my dad and brother will be here while he comes to get his stuff and that’s that. I’m free of someone who doesn’t respect my space or how I feel. Oh and I didn’t come here to ask if I was an AH. I don’t care if I was lol. Now that I found my bear I really don’t care and can’t wait to have my apartment to myself again. Oh one more thing I did tell our mutual friends what he did, I took a picture of all of us digging through the trash to find my bear, I took a picture of the bear and the state he was in after I found him and told them “thank you for taking his side and not even trying to figure out the full situation. He threw away my property so I took away his hobby” I also sent the texts of him begging me to take him back and admitted what he did. How he watched me cry for hours while I looked for it knowing he threw it out. He watched me be distressed and didn’t care. Those friends have texted me saying he said I cheated on him and when he didn’t take me back I went “crazy”