Hi friends!! This post is inspired by a real life event that occurred to me last night. And I mostly need to hear some stories from yall to maybe make me feel a bit better about myself, or less self-conscious lol. I’d love to know what’s the grossest thing your partner has done to help or support or care for you purely out of love.
Here’s mine.
Yesterday I (34F) woke up with a dooooozy of a pimple on my butt cheek. It was huge, red, and painful. I have no idea what I did to cause it, but it was mad. My husband and i are on a mini vacation, so I tried to ignore it and relax. I told my husband (33M) about it and he looked at it and was like “oh it’s fine, not as bad as you think it is.” So i ignored it as best i could and it got a little bit smaller throughout the day.
Then we went to dinner and when I came back and got ready for bed, it was back to its large and tender form. It was in an awkward place where i could reach it just fine but I couldn’t get leverage on it to pop it. But it needed to be lanced, that I knew for sure. The pressure needed to be relieved. It was too much.
So I swallowed my pride and asked my husband to help. He agreed without hesitation and we went to the bathroom and he started working on it. It hurt, but he was very careful, apologizing the whole time as I winced and whimpered.
Then it happened. Dear god, it happened. The pimple popped. He stopped moving for a second and made a very small surprised sound. I squeezed my eyes shut and asked a question I really didn’t want to know the answer to: “Did it get on your face?”
There was a brief moment where I could tell he was considering lying. But he said “yeah, but it’s completely okay. It’s totally okay. Any of your bodily fluids can be on my face.” Sooo it popped… and projectile exploded onto his face. Fantastic. Wonderful. Four years married, ten years together, and we hit the absolute nastiest most disgusting thing that’s ever happened in our relationship. I apologize profusely and he swears it’s okay and he was just happy to help and he would do it again in a heartbeat. And my friends, I believe him.
But also… my husband popped my ass pimple and its contents exploded onto his face. So. I could use some of your disgusting tales hahah
Edit: Y’all are literally amazing!! Thank you so much for all of your stories! I simultaneously feel a lot better about my intense embarrassment, and so very 😍😍😍😍😍 about all of your partners displaying true acts of unconditional love! I wasn’t expecting that side effect of this post, and I’m thrilled!!
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oh my god. during covid, my ex and his guy friend who was a nursing student popped an abscess i had on my ass! it was a pimple, or so i thought, and i guess the hot weather and going to the gym made it worse but i could never reach it. they did the best they could but a few days later i had to go to urgent care, get lidocaine needles, get it packed, and they and my mom would help change the dressing.
worst. experience. ever.
My boyfriend pulled out my menstrual disc for me after sex because I couldn’t reach it…and then cleaned up the mess lol
I just had a baby two months ago. My husband had to help change my bloody diapers as I dripped huge splotches of blood onto the bathroom floor because I was too sore to do it myself. Very humbling experience LOL
I can’t even quite bring myself to tell my story on an anon account, but rest assured a popped pimple would have been a cake walk in comparison. I literally cried from shame. You’re all good, and your husband is a keeper x
Lmao. I’ve been on the receiving end of your experience! But honestly, 3 kids and 1 husband after 17 years, I feel like I’m usually the one handling bodily fluids… Not much phases me.
To my husband’s credit though, he was checking my hemorrhoid a few months ago regularly and making sure it was getting better.
Similar with the blood theme: once I was dog sick (like dizzy when I stood up kind of sick) and my husband took my menstrual cup out, cleaned it, and reinserted for me 😵💫
Probably a bit of a tie.
1- Getting a broken tampon out, that was an awkward 5 minutes. That was a long time ago, we probably wouldn’t think anything of it now.
2- helping me poop after giving birth in the hospital. I had some complications so had to use one of the chairs to stay hooked up to iv’s and monitors. The absolute carnage and smell that came out of me can only be described as vile. He helped me through it, cleaned me up and helped me back into bed. True love 🤣
When I was breastfeeding my youngest, I got a terrible clogged duct. It hurt SO bad and was infected. I tried using a pump to get it out, but NOPE. It would not budge. My husband sucked the clog out for me. I still feel bad about it.
When I had my hysterectomy, I ended up with one of those 1% complications. I was constantly in and out of the hospital. I had a wound drain put into me in my butt cheek. I couldn’t turn easily, so he had to clean my butt every time I took a poop. He also drained the wound drain bag and changed the dressing. Then, I also had to get a kidney drain in, so he took care of two drain bags and dressings.
It all was gross, and I don’t know how I would have survived without him constantly caring for me.
My ex husband massaged a hemorrhoid on my butthole until it popped.
I once had to be taken to ENT specialist by my boyfriend because he was eating my ear during sex time and my ear got blocked. For two days. Third day the ENT checked and asked him to hold a cup near my ear. Then she took out all the mucus from both my ears (it was a lot). He was patiently looking at it. Later on I asked him ‘do you still think I am hot?’ lol he said ‘its okay you are also a human being’ lol.
I had a clogged milk duct when breastfeeding our first baby. It was so painful, and nothing was helping. I was desperate, so he tried to get it out for me. He was not successful lol, but he tried.
I had parainfluenza while on a 5 star beach resort vacation. I spent two days in the hotel suite puking and/or pooping my guts out.
Partner (now fiancé) not only had to hear all of it due to the stupid open plan room, but had to smell it too. Then he had to go to the pharmacy while sick himself to get me stomach medicine. Then, on the worst day, I blew up the toilet and only barely made it to the shower where I could only run the water and cry “ITS STILL HAPPENING”
He cleaned up the toilet mess and then GOT IN THE SHOWER WITH ME, while I’m losing my guts, to hold me and make sure I didn’t pass out. Then he showered me, helped me get dressed, and put me to bed with medicine
Of course I said yes when he proposed.
I had a really bad dose of diarrhoea and vomiting whilst on holiday a few years ago-it lasted 3 days, but I couldn’t keep fluids down and I was so weak and wobbly that I could barely walk. The first night was the worst, and he spent it helping me to the bathroom and holding me up on the toilet, and then cleaned me up in the shower (together 20 years, this happened about 10 years in). I’m a pathologist, so bodily fluids don’t phase me at all, but he’s a clerical officer and generally handles nothing worse than printer ink-he looked very pale at times, and I kept telling him I could manage, but he insisted. Definitely true love!
I got really sick and was on the toilet having diarrhea while vomiting in a trash can. When I was finished, my husband cleaned my face with a washcloth and helped me back to bed. He also cleaned the trash can. I was so embarrassed but too weak to refuse help.
I’m in a wheelchair and I have bowel issues. Sometimes I have diarrhea and can’t always make it to the toilet on time.
Most people would be turned off by this, in fact everyone is. But my most recent ex helped clean me up the two times I had an accident while I was with her, going as far as leaving to pick up cleaning supplies and helped me shower off afterwards. I cried so hard because no one except my mom has ever done that for me.
He held an empty garbage can for me to throw up into after a panic attack, whilst I pissed myself & violently ummm “broke wind”, then helped me into the shower, cleaned me off & changed the bedding as I dried myself.
Pretty amazing. To this day he will not admit hearing me heave-fart.
Not so gross. But after giving birth and having stitches for third degree tears, we were sitting on the couch and while looking at each other I shat myself right there. Lucky No mess to clean (contained in my clothes). But he laughed, never made me feel bad and we still laugh at it. The best part was that I had zero shame or embarrassment at the time of the incident, or after. I knew he’d be totally cool about it.
My husband was present at the birth of our child and he was my eyes through it. I was worried/concerned about our son (he was stuck, we ended up in an operating room with 5 or 6 doctors and 16+ other medical staff) and I was in too much pain (labor came on quick and It was “too late” for any drugs). My husband held my hand but I asked him to go and watch over our son (so… go to the other end and make sure our son was being birthed alive… he looked like he was going to be sick, but he did it).
I’m pretty sure that is something he hoped he’d never have to look at, but he went and looked, for me. He kept telling me our son was okay, everything was fine. And yes, the doctors were all saying the same thing but I needed to hear it from the one person I trusted most. I KNOW for a fact that I pooped during the whole thing, so not only did my poor husband have to watch our son stretch everything out, he also watched me poop, live.
Our son eventually got out, and it was right before they were going to cut me to get him out. I ended up with tearing that needed stitches, which needed to be re-dressed and cleaned on a regular basis. Because the stitches were in an area I couldn’t see/reach, the man also did all the follow up wound care for me at home.
And, bless him, to this day he refuses to confirm that I pooped. I keep telling him that I TOTALLY FELT MYSELF POOPING, with 25+ medical staff in the room all staring at me on full spread, but he continues to say that he does not remember me pooping.
Hahaha. My ex and I went through something similar to you and your husband with a pimple. I was the one popping it, though. To this day, it’s still the most satisfying thing I’ve ever popped in my life and he still has a giant scar because of how large it truly was. I looked like Carrie for a hot minute because it turned out to be an infected ingrown hair so there was a lot of…volume. Super gross but, we were always extremely comfortable with one another, likely due to meeting so young.
After surgery he had to take care of my period hygiene and help me to clean up also. And help me to go to bathroom.
There was a time when condom came off and he had to go for a quest to find it.
However pimples I have to hide. He’s obsessed of them and constantly offers to squeeze them 🙈.
our dog ran outside, found some feral cat poop, ate it, came back inside, climbed up on me in bed, and vomited the poop all over me. My partner had to clean it off me while I freaked out because the combo poop-vomit smell and texture was so vile that I couldn’t even think straight
I popped his boils
My now-husband and I had been dating for about 6 months when we moved in together. Shortly after there was a mistake made with my medication that made me extremely ill. He literally held my arms while I vomited violently into the toilet while I also peed myself sitting on the side of the tub. When the episode had passed he cleaned up me and the bathroom.
We’ve been together over 11 years now.
My water broke as I waddled to the bathroom to pee. I yelled that I either peed myself or my water broke and I needed help. My husband rushed to inspect the fluid coming out of me. He thought nothing of it but was totally panicked when he realized it was my water breaking.
On our second or third date, I was very nervous about meeting his roommates and was pressured into drinking shots past my limit. I vomited in the (shared) hallway and passed out in his bed fully clothed right afterwards.
He cleaned everything up and did not even complain. That’s when I knew he was a keeper.
Both of mine are pregnancy related. With my first, I had constipation so bad I was crying on the toilet. My husband gave me an enema. Did he enjoy it? No. But it needed to be done.
The other time was when I was pregnant with my second and got food poisoning. These types of illnesses wreak absolute havoc on a pregnant body. It wasn’t long before I was completely incapacitated, and certainly incapable of cleaning up all of the vomit. After bringing me to the hospital for a little overnight stay, my husband cleaned it all up. Kid is thirteen and I’m still grateful
Oh I bet that was so satisfying to pop though!
Not as gross as the other comments but I have braces and can’t bite my nails or hangnails anymore. If I see the whites of my nails idk I go crazy trying to rip the tips off and pull hangnails. He’s been using his teeth to help me out in a pinch if I can’t get them and don’t have tweezers or scissors lol
Norovirus. I straight up blacked out for 2 days. My husband found me covered in puke and poop on the bathroom floor, put me in the shower, cleaned me up and called a nurse (luckily my mom). I’m really glad I don’t remember this.
And honestly… the things that happened during pregnancy, childbirth and postpartum were probably grosser. My husband has changed my adult diaper soaked in blood, sucked a clogged duct (I cried I was so grateful), and I’m just not going to mention the rest in case a pregnant woman is reading this 😂😵
He took me to Morocco. We both got cholera. I passed out in my own you know what. He picked me up and bathed me, put me to bed. By the time we got back to the uk and to the drs, he watched over me. I didn’t know he was sick too! Anyways, we had only been dating a few months by then, so he was a keeper.
I couldn’t tell if I had peed or my water broke when I was right at the end of my pregnancy so my husband smelled it for me. My water had broken haha.
When my twin boys were two years old, they enjoyed taking off their diapers and flinging shit around. The first time they did it was after their nap time. Think shit smeared into the carpet and on the walls. Two toddlers covered and giggling.
I panicked and called my spouse at work. Luckily he worked close by. He heroically went to Home Depot, rented a pet vacuum and came to clean the room during his lunch break.
Had a hell of a time when I decided to start using a menstrual cup. I have a high and tilted cervix, am not great at bearing down, and have short fingers. It took several tries to find a cup that works easily with my anatomy and while I was in trial with some of the smaller cups I tried early on I couldn’t always push it out far enough to grab it. My husband had to help me with removing one on at least two occasions.
I’ve now got my cup brand sorted and a routine down so he hasn’t had to help in a long time but he still sounds nervous anytime I call him from the bathroom when I’m on my period lol
Great timing for this question actually.
Last night I trusted a fart in bed. Turns out it was a shart. I wasn’t wearing underwear…. I got shart on the bed sheets…. I immediately lifted the sheet so it wouldn’t soak through and yelled for my husband.
He helped wipe my butt off so I could stand up without making more of a mess. He then helped wash the sheets while I cleaned up.
Yeah he’s a good one.
Ugh, I cant believe I’m using my main for this.
Pretty early on I was astride my partner and somehow, unprompted, randomly shit myself. All over him. Never happened before or since. I literally was gonna clean up and ghost him even with how much I liked him. Except, he let me in the shower first, made me clean him up as penance where he laughed the whole time. He made me promise not to ghost him and that it was fine. Kept calling and texting.
Married for years now and he never brings it up but laughes hysterically and smugly when I do. So in love.
Oh god. How do I keep this short.
Hysterectomy, pain meds. A week later, headed to Detroit Electronic Music Festival with manpanion who had a press pass to do some coverage. Just a few hours each day and access to backstage/press areas so no partying just getting to meet some boiler room legends and people watch. Cool. I hadn’t pooped in 5 days, and it hit. He got an enema and helped me with it. The echos of my soul leaving my body in that hotel room haunt me to this day.
This was my ex-boyfriend because he ended up being a bit of a dick but I am always touched that he did this.
After about a week or two of dating, we went to a party and I got very drunk (it was grad school and Halloween ok!). When I woke up the next morning, I didn’t remember getting into bed and I noticed the pants I wore were wet – not a good sign. But we just started dating so I didn’t want to say anything. I did always wonder what the hell happened though.
Turns out that I thought the dining room chair was the toilet and went pee right there in front of my ex and my best friend/roommate. My ex immediately went and cleaned it up and got me in bed. Neither of them said anything for many years because they didn’t want me to feel bad.
Completely embarrassing but also such a nice thing for my ex to do for someone he just started dating!
Sniffed my underwear to help determine “discharge or amniotic fluid?”
Now THATS love ❤️
I had a 4th degree tear after childbirth that was repaired incorrectly. Gas was passing vaginally immediately after birth but my symptoms were brushed off until it raised alarm bells for one doctor who came back to discharge me. The diagnosis was a rectovaginal fistula. She took me back to emergency surgery and told me if they didn’t repair it stool could start passing vaginally.
I was sent home the next day, everything seemed okay. But then that night I had a bowel movement and I kept noticing when I went to the bathroom there was stool leaking. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from so I laid on the bed on a towel and had my husband take a look at my mangled and stitched up lower half so he could determine if the diarrhea was pooling from the rectal area or the vaginal area or in between.
He realized it was pooling from the area of one of my stitches and the next morning my OB team had me come back to the OR for yet another surgery.
That one failed too.
It was a long road to recovery but I’m doing better now.
In sickness and in health as they say!
I have HS and had a breakout on my butt for like 3-4 months and one day I was getting ready to shower and it popped and started waterfalling down my leg and onto the floor, bathmat, everywhere. The smell was absolutely nauseating, and I was screaming like “omg no no no” and things like “eww gross” and my husband came into the bathroom to check on me and I was like omg don’t come in here. He came in and saw me all held up on the counter while it was still pouring out of me onto the floor, I was kinda shaking also. I grabbed some toilet paper but it was not enough.
He got paper towels for me and I had to hold it on my butt for a while. He was really nice about seeing me in that state, because I felt so disgusting and didn’t want anyone to be near me. I had to clean up the floor and everything and it was just awful. So I guess he didn’t DO anything gross, but he saw something gross and was pretty nice about it.
It kept leaking in the shower even. It’s been like two years and the wound hasn’t closed fully despite meds. HS sucks ass. Pun intended?
I have such a good one and gross one. I had the flu and I have a problem with fainting. He hears me pass out in the bathroom. He comes In and I am naked and had gotten sick all over myself. As he is picking me up I come too and start having diarrhea on myself. I am sobbing and all out of it after fainting. This man, took me in the shower to wash me off then put me in bed. Then he cleaned up that bathroom that was disgusting!! He never mentioned it again
Just came to say thanks op for this post, really brightened my day. We need more posts like this on the regular. This sub has so many posts complaining about the bad men and we don’t hear as much about the good ones. This whole thread about real men doing the good work out of true love for their partner is really giving me life today.
I had norovirus and was violently puking and shitting myself every couple minutes for hours. We had an 11 month old I was still breastfeeding. He held a bowl up for me to puke in while I was breastfeeding our daughter on the floor while I also couldn’t stop myself from also shitting my pants.
That and watching me birth a couple kids and all that comes with it.
He’s also definitely popped many pimples for me.
Not as intense as some of these comments but still worth mentioning – I was hospitalized for Covid a few years ago and it was a whole thing. Was intubated and in a coma for couple of weeks so I had to re-gain all strength and learn to stand and walk again. I obviously couldn’t use the bathroom by myself so each time I had to have either my husband or a nurse hold me up, and then either my husband or a nurse wipe me. He also brought the bed pan to and from the bed and cleaned it each time. He still (jokingly) uses it against me in conflict sometimes saying, “remember when I wiped your ass?!” :’)