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And let's crack on with today's first story, which comes from No Links 3857, and says,

am I the asshole for humiliating my husband?

I was 28 female woken up this morning because the sheets I was lying on were wet.

I assumed our child, six female, had an accident.

When I checked where the wetness came from, to my surprise, turned out it wasn't her, but

my husband that had wet the bed.

After I had taken a shower, I woke him up and told him he'd wet the bed.

At first he denied it, then I guess he realized he indeed had as he got this mortified look

on his face, jumped right out of

bed and started to try to rip the bedding off. As we have pull on sheets and our child was sleeping

on the other side, he didn't get them off. It looked stupid and honestly quite funny so I chuckled.

He angrily told me it wasn't funny so I stopped. At that point the only thing his pulling of the sheets had accomplished was to wake up our child,

who was confused and asked what was going on.

He didn't say shit, just idiotically continued to try and get the sheets off.

So when he didn't reply, I just told her he'd wet the bed.

At that, he just froze and looked at me with this weird look

on his face. Almost like he was about to cry or something. Our child asked why he'd wet the bed,

and as he was still completely silent, I went something along the lines of that sometimes accidents

happen. He just stood there staring at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead. I'm not

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