I need to use a throwaway account because my girlfriend also browses Reddit, and if she sees this, I will literally be sleeping on the living room floor tonight. But I really cannot take it anymore. My brain is exploding from her double standards.
We’ve been together for about three years now. Everything is fine, except for one recurring issue that always leads to a massive argument. My girlfriend has a very, very flat chest. Like, cup AA standard. Personally, I like girls with more assets. Whenever we talk about body image or clothes, she will always sigh and say: “Wah, not my fault my nei nei small what! It’s genetics! My mom also like that, my sister also like that. Bo pian, blame my DNA lo.”
Okay, fair enough. You cannot control your genes. If nature gives you lemons, you make lemonade, right?
But here is the thing. Because she always complains about it and says she wishes she could fit into certain dresses better, I tried to offer a practical, solid solution. I told her: “Baby, since it’s a genetic problem, we fix it lo. Now medical technology so advanced. I sponsor you go South Korea for a holiday, and we go find a top-tier plastic surgeon there to do a total transformation. I pay for everything. Implants, recovery, flight, hotel. You get your dream body, I also happy. Win-win right?”
Wah lao, you should have seen her face. She immediately blew up at me like a volcanic eruption.
She started screaming that I don’t love her for who she is, that I am objectifying her, and that going under the knife is dangerous and unnatural. She say: “If you like big nei nei go find someone else la! Why must force me to change?!”
Eh, hello?! Who was the one complaining about genetics every single week? I am offering a fully funded, premium solution to your insecurity. I am not asking you to pay a single cent! People save up for years to go Korea for plastic surgery, and I am handing it to you on a silver platter. If you hate your flat chest so much, why refuse to fix it when the opportunity is right there?
Now she is blue-ticking my messages and telling her friends that I am a shallow jerk. I feel damn unjust. In Singapore, if your house looks old, you renovate it. If your teeth crooked, you get braces. So if your assets are lacking due to “genetics”, what is wrong with getting a transformation upgrade in Korea?
Am I really the bad guy here for trying to solve the problem practically, or is her logic completely twisted? Please tell me, because I am losing my mind.
Going to down a McSpicy to numb the pain.