I love a good, long shower. Sometimes it’s the only thing that can heal me after a difficult day. I just stand there, not even cleaning myself, but just letting the water run down and listening to music. The water feels like it washes away all the worries and stress of whatever I’m going through. I leave with my skin bright red and my fingers a little wrinkly. It’s, as the subject of this story called it, my «me time.» But that’s just about the only reasonable thing this guy said in this whole story. 

The following post is a twisting and turning saga of a toxic relationship, full of revenge, egregious behavior, and a surprise twist that commenters helped uncover as they got to work. This is a real Sherlock Holmes-type case, encapsulated in an AITA story. It’s just as juicy as an episode of Gossip Girl, but all right here for your reading pleasure.