I've been with my boyfriend for about a year. I was two weeks late, so I bought a test to check. When the guy saw it, not even printed out yet, he threw a tantrum, saying that he always managed to get it out in time, which meant I was a whore, I'd gotten laid somewhere, and proudly left, slamming the door. The test was negative, my period started 3 days later. Ηo he'd already told everyone that I'd tried to trick him into supporting someone else's child. Thank you, my body, for your timely intervention and getting rid of the idiot!

Grateful for the timely revelation of true colors. Toxic behavior unveiled, empowering a clean break. Trust in self-preservation upheld. Here's to embracing freedom from negativity and valuing self-worth above all.