Unfiltered Story #244139
(I’m gay, have been with my partner for 3 years and have just recently moved in together. We invite friends a family, and everyone is happy for us despite an aunt on her side who disapproves of our relationship. She essentially crashed the party and, although we’re out and proud, still said some very hurtful, personal things to my girlfriend. The next day I’m trying to confort my girlfriend and we go to a coffee shop we’ve gone to once before, order our drinks, and sit at a table.)
Girlfriend: *crying slightly* “I was never close to her, so I probably shouldn’t even care but to just… go out of your way to hate me?”
Me: “No, I know. You have every right to feel hurt.”
Girlfriend: “Maybe it was my fault for giving her a second chance. I thought her showing up was a sign that things had changed.” *starts crying more* “Maybe I shouldn’t have reached out at all? I don’t know.”
(By this point, I’m holding her hand across the table and, although I’m slightly aware of some sort of commotion in the back of the shop where the registers are, am more concerned with my girlfriend’s emotions than what is happening around me.)
Me: “Would it have been better to explicitly not invite her?”
Girlfriend: “I mean, she did say our invite was an ‘insult to God.'” *she gets quieter at this point.* “She said she’ll never see us again. Do you think that’s true?”
Me: “God, let’s *hope* so.”
(Suddenly, a woman who was exiting the shop swerves around to us)
Woman: “EXCUSE me?!”
(Both my girlfriend and I are caught iff guard by the woman’s outbust)
Me: “What?”
Woman: “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME, YOU F***IN’ BUTCH D*KE?!”
(Something to note: although I cringe at the question and/or assumption that I’m “the guy” in the relationship, my girlfriend is considerably more feminine than I am, with long hair, slender build, makeup and dresses compromising 50-75% of the clothing she wears — basically the complete opposite of me. Another opposite, however, is the fact that she is considerably much taller than I am, and far more assertive. So the moment this woman began to insult me, my girlfriend turned from meek and emotionally vulnerable to filled with pure rage. She immediately stood up, revealing her 6’2″ hight (with heels), with mascara smeared eyes and a lion’s glare.)
Girlfriend: *icingly calm* “What did you just say?”
Woman: *color leaving her face* “Oh, I, uh-”
(My girlfriend took at step towards the woman, lightly scooting her chair further behind her and the woman bolted, almost crashing into the “pull” doors before flailing all the way out of sight. My girlfriend sat back down, and we both slowly began to laugh at the bizzare situation of it all. She even joked that that’s how she should’ve handled her aunt. We left shortly after, and were treated to a free cupcake a week later by the cashier who had recognized us before as a thank you. Apparently, the woman was a notorious regular who would always harass the staff, and would always threaten to “never come back!” despite still coming in every other day. However, after she had obviously misunderstood my response to my girlfriend and was confronted by said badass girlfriend, she hadn’t shown up since! We’re planning to be regulars there.)