I was staying at my boyfriend’s house when the unthinkable happened—the kind of situation that sounds like a comedy sketch but feels like a nightmare when you’re in it. I was in the bathroom, realized there was no toilet paper, and calmly called out to him for help.
I expected him to just grab a roll and hand it through the door. Instead, he flatly refused. I thought he was joking at first, but as the minutes ticked by and I kept pleading, his tone didn’t change. He wouldn’t help me. He even suggested I use a bath towel as a “last resort” and started calling me “dramatic” for getting upset.
I was stuck there, vulnerable and yelling for help, while the man I was supposed to trust treated my basic needs like an annoying inconvenience. Eventually, after far too much arguing, he finally brought me some toilet paper—but instead of handing it to me, he chucked the roll at my head.
In that moment, everything became crystal clear. I looked at the roll on the floor and realized this wasn’t just about toilet paper. It was about who he was when things got even slightly inconvenient for him. If he wouldn’t help me now, what would happen if I were actually sick, or if we had a child who needed something?
I ended it right then and there. People online told me I was right to run, and I agree. He showed me his true colors in the most ridiculous way possible, and I’m glad I listened. I’m not “dramatic”; I’m just someone who deserves a partner who won’t leave me stranded when I’m at my most vulnerable.
