The Fattening Girlfriend, the Three-Hour Pickup, and the Paternity Exit

Three fresh Reddit relationship posts for your morning group chat: a boyfriend who says he gained eighty pounds under his girlfriend's leftovers, a fiancé who left after a three-hour office hang, and a new mom who agreed to a paternity test with an exit plan already packing itself.

In 1, a twenty-six-year-old man says he and his thirty-year-old girlfriend have been together a little more than a year. He reports she loves cooking and baking, that she asked him to quit football so they could spend more time together, and that an injury basically ended the sport for him.

According to the poster, the leftovers started stacking. Extra takeout. Bigger work lunches. An inside joke about him being a "skinny bitch" that stopped feeling like a joke. He says she told him she likes him bigger once his clothes tightened, and that the more weight he gained, the more intimate she became. He reports about eighty pounds gained in a year and a current weight around two hundred fifty-three pounds at five foot nine. He says he has tried talking, she denies any agenda, and he is afraid saying no to food means losing her.

These details are the poster's claims about a private relationship. Nothing here is an outside medical or behavioral diagnosis.

In 2, a poster says his fiancée cannot drive, so he is the default pickup. She asked for a five-thirty ride after work. He arrived early, came upstairs to greet her favorite coworkers, and watched the hang stretch past six, then seven.

He reports texting from the bathroom that he wanted to leave, hearing she would wrap soon, and finally driving home around seven forty-two. When she packed up after eight and asked where he was, he says he told her to Uber and that he was not coming back. She called him impatient and embarrassing, said he abandoned her at night, and went to her mom's instead of coming home. As of the post, she still had not spoken to him.

Again, this is one fiancé's public account of a private fight. Her side of the night is not in the thread.

In her first plan, she would agree to the test and leave the day the results confirmed him. She also says news of the request leaked through his family group chat until his mom posted side-by-side baby photos that relatives mistook for the same person. In a later update, she says he traced the doubt to a lunch-break rabbit hole of articles and podcasts about men discovering kids were not theirs. She booked two test locations, told him how the request felt like an accusation of a whole secret pregnancy plot, and they completed the tests. Both, in her account, showed he is the father. She says his visible relief hurt more, affection dropped, and the relationship felt weaker than stilts.

A short update says she left and could not discuss details while court matters settled. A much later note, years on, says she and her son are doing well. The refusal reasons, the rabbit-hole motive, and the ending are all told from her side. The later "I'm alright" line is what the original poster reported, not an outside confirmation.

Each segment keeps setup, twist, and a short host reaction. Jokes stay aimed at the situation—the leftover mountain, the three-hour hang that forgot the driver, the YouTube spiral dressed as a small request—not at people dealing with real hurt.