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One afternoon when my boyfriend was at work, I snooped through his computer and found out that he has a thing for hairy women, and a poop/pee fetish. So the next time I saw him we got really drunk and I asked him to pee on me, just to see what he’d say. His jaw dropped to the floor and he obliged. I can’t say I liked it or hated it… I didn’t really mind either way, but seeing the rush it gave him was cool. Over the next few months I grew out my armpit hair and once I even held his fresh poop in my hand. Again, it didn’t really faze me either way. It was kinda gross, but also kind of funny, and I figured no harm done. A month later he broke up with me (he said he couldn’t love me), and now I hate myself for doing something so gross for someone who didn’t care.

What’s worse, now I can’t take a pee or a crap without thinking of him.

It’s ridiculous.