Hey, Waffle Gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more Reddit stories.

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And let's crack on with today's first story, which comes from replaced by Cthulhu and says

my 29 male fiance 29 female likes cuddling with her stuffed animals more than me.

And before we do get into the story, I did see that. It can either be pronounced Cthulhu or Cotulu. I'm going to go

with Cthulhu, so I apologize if you pronounce it the other way. Anyway, throw away for obvious reasons.

This is going to seem strange, but please read because I really do need some advice on this.

I've been with my fiancé for three and a half years and we'd be getting married

in the next few months. We honestly have never had any issues worth mentioning until last September.

When we took a trip to a sci-fi slash fantasy convention and ended up coming back with a gigantic,

think large beach ball size, Cthulhu plushy.

At first we thought it was funny and cute.

We even named it, Kevin, if you're curious, and made up a funny voice set up with

use.

Over the course of the next few weeks, however, she began to take it all much farther.

She started coming up with a backstory for it. She would hide it throughout the apartment

to try and freak me out. Over time, she started to refer to it in the way you'd talk about your

pet or something, even to the point of scolding it for various mischief that she had accused it of.

She's now started to do the same with other gigantic stuffed animals, a manatee named

Horace, a duck named Anthony.

Initially, I thought this was just some silliness, but I'm worried that she's taken it too

far.

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