Dayum. A pregnant woman discovered that her husband is a really terrible internet troll. Like... the worst kind. She posted this to Reddit:
He left the browser open on our laptop after he went to work this morning. I go to work after, so I usually hop on and do my own things on my real account.
Today, however, I was disgusted at what I found. My husband is a troll. A really f*cking nasty troll. He leaves horribly mean comments to all kinds of people. They're filled with racist slurs, awful insults, he tears into fat people, ugly people, etc. He loves to troll around places like /r/progresspics to discourage people, etc. He's sent PMs to people to call them names, calls women who post on /r/gonewild sluts and whores and cunts, etc.
...It made me wonder what else he did on the internet, so I looked at the browser history to find him also harassing teenagers on tumblr. Telling them to kill themselves, calling cute girls ugly and fat and stupid, etc. It horrified me to think this was the man who could be raising our daughter with me in a few months.
Terrible, right? I always picture these internet trolls as being anti-social dudes with bad hygiene who live with their parents and rarely leave their cave.
Turns out, not so much.
When the woman confronted her husband, he refused to stop trolling. HE CHOSE TELLING PEOPLE TO GO KILL THEMSELVES FOR FUNZIES OVER HIS WIFE. This is part of her Reddit update:
I told him that we need to either go to counseling for this, or start the separation process. I told him that I couldn't trust him to help raise a child if he speaks to strangers, children included, the way he does online. I let him know that I thought it was cowardly, pathetic, and that I have lost a lot of respect for him. I knew this would be abrasive and hurtful and I don't like that I had to tell him that, but I cannot look at him the same way. We haven't had sex, have barely touched.
I cannot see my husband as a loving, gentle man. I'm not afraid of him, but I am disgusted with his behavior. This is the sort of thing children do. I made an appointment for counseling for myself over this.
Unfortunately, he told me that he wouldn't be going to counseling, because there's nothing wrong with what he's doing, and he deserved to have his "me time" and release his emotions.
I hope she has a good pair of running shoes because she needs to strap those bad boys on and run the ever loving hell away from him. What a psychopath. (She did tell him to get the hell out of their house, by the way.)
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