Lockdown was a relationship accelerator that nobody asked for. We went from casual dating to cohabitating in 500 square feet faster than you could say “sourdough starter.” While some couples thrived, others discovered that their partners had hygiene habits that would make a caveman blush. One woman on Reddit learned the hard way that her thirty-year-old boyfriend apparently never learned how to aim, and her solution to the constant puddles on her floor has the internet divided between horror and applause.
The OP (Original Poster) explains that when the lockdowns started, she invited her boyfriend to quarantine in her apartment because it was nicer than his place with roommates. It was a generous offer. However, the honeymoon phase ended the moment she stepped into the bathroom in her socks and felt that dreaded cold, wet sensation. It wasn’t a leak, and it wasn’t tap water. It was, undeniably, pee.
The OP confronted her boyfriend nicely, which is already more patience than most of us would have. He apologized, claimed he has “bad aim,” and promised to try harder. But here is the thing: he is thirty. “Bad aim” is an excuse for a toddler learning to stand, not a grown man. Gravity works the same for everyone. If you can’t hit the water, sit down. It is really that simple. Yet, the floor continued to be a splash zone, forcing the OP to step in his bodily fluids multiple times a week.
The issue here isn’t just the physical act of missing the bowl; it is the sheer laziness and disrespect of leaving it there. The OP notes that cleaning supplies are stored directly above the toilet. He could wipe it up in three seconds. By choosing not to, he is essentially saying that his time is more valuable than her comfort and that he is perfectly fine with her cleaning up his urine. It is weaponized incompetence at its finest.
The breaking point came in the middle of the night. The OP got up to use the bathroom and, for the millionth time, stepped in a puddle. She was done. She didn’t want to wake him up for a fight he wouldn’t listen to anyway. Instead, she got resourceful. She dug out some leftover puppy pads from when her dog was young—a dog that is notably better trained than the boyfriend—and taped them to the floor to create a protective “skirt” around the toilet.
When the boyfriend woke up and saw the new decor, he didn’t have a moment of self-reflection. He didn’t think, “Wow, I really made a mess.” Instead, he was furious. He accused the OP of calling him a dog and comparing him to an animal. He felt humiliated that she felt the need to treat him like a puppy that hasn’t mastered housebreaking yet.
The irony is thick enough to cut with a knife. He is mad about being treated like an animal, yet he is the one marking his territory on the floor like a wild beast. The OP wasn’t trying to make a statement; she just wanted a dry floor. If the puppy pads are the only thing standing between her socks and his piss, then the puppy pads stay.
It is baffling that his ego is more bruised by the solution than by the problem. He should be mortified that his girlfriend has to clean his urine off the floor multiple times a week. That is the embarrassing part. The pads are just the logical consequence of his refusal to act like an adult.
So, is the OP the ahole? Absolutely not. She gave him multiple chances to fix his aim or clean up his mess. He refused to do either. If he doesn’t want to see puppy pads on the floor, he needs to stop peeing on it. Until then, he can deal with the bathroom looking like a kennel.
What would you do if you constantly stepped in your partner’s mess? Would you have used the pads, or would you have sent him back to his roommates? Let us know in the comments if you think this solution was genius or mean!
Stop acting like a damn animal except worse as dogs obviously can be trained and well he can’t or won’t lol NTAH!! Clean it up my guy