I saw a post about this a while ago and was wondering if anyone had more of these

one I know is that if a tornado looks still, it’s moving towards you

I gave birth in November to my beautiful twin boys. My fiance is squeamish and he made it very clear that he didn't want to be in the delivery room. I insisted because my best friend moved overseas and my mom and I are estranged.

The thought of going through that all by myself especially since I'm a first time mom really scared me. After many talks my fiance agreed. The big day finally came and he was there which made me feel less anxious. The delivery went smoothly except the fact that I pooped myself while giving birth.

After the last twin came out, I noticed that my fiance was a total mess. He had thrown up and eventually passed out. Fast forward to now, he has barely touched me. We haven't had sex at all since the birth and if I didn't know any better, I would say he looks at me with disgust. I finally had the courage to bring it up and he said witnessing me giving birth and simultaneously pooping really turned him off. It was the most disgusting thing he'd ever seen and he doesn't see me the same.

The talk opened up room for him to bring up the fact that he needed time away from me. He left to stay with his friend. But I later noticed on our shared computer that he had been looking up places for a while.

TL;DR I insisted that my fiance be in the delivery room and ended up ruining our relationship.

What ensued was deeply uncomfortable. One coworker sobbed while sharing that her father molested her when she was a toddler. Another shared that her mother died of cancer. It's one thing to gradually learn more about someone over time. It's another thing to force trauma bonding. I don't need to know the depths of someone's past experiences to work well with them. It's a workplace. Not a "family". Worst. Icebreaker. Ever.