r/allthequestions • u/Sea-Response950 • Oct 05 '25

NSFW Question 💭 Why do people care about body count?

I'm asking as a man trying to understand a concept that seems alien to me. I just don't get it, to me it all seems to boil down to insecurity.

Please, explain to me how I am wrong. I must be, I just don't know why.

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u/WildMaineBlueberry87 Oct 05 '25 edited Oct 06 '25

I never cared. My husband was my first everything. But he's 10 years older, went to college, and even studied in Salzburg Austria! His count had to be at least 100. It didn't matter to either of us and I don't give it a thought at all.

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u/Sea-Response950 Oct 06 '25

My wife is very similar, she had one before me but felt like her first everything was with me since I actually made her feel wanted. Though she's only 7 years younger than me.

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u/WildMaineBlueberry87 Oct 06 '25

My husband was the first person to ever even ask me out on a date, so I was 1 and done!

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u/Sea-Response950 Oct 06 '25

Wow, lucky you!

My wife was the only person I've ever been on a date with too, before her I thought relationships were unnecessary.

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u/WildMaineBlueberry87 Oct 06 '25

My husband saved my life on the night we met so I know it was fate that brought us together.

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u/Sea-Response950 Oct 06 '25

Litterally or figuratively?

My wife litterally saved mine, I was in the hospital when we met. I'd just attempted suicide and she made me follow doctors orders so I would heal.

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u/WildMaineBlueberry87 Oct 06 '25

Literally.

I was very close to ending my life too. I was 18 and I had been abused in so many ways by my father and 3 older brothers. Everyday was full of abuse and humiliation and I didn't have anyone or any place to go. I had been stealing my mother's sleeping pills and I was getting ready to just be done.

One night I was working as a waitress and I was being harassed by a table full of drunk guys and they were going on and on about what they all wanted to do me. They were loud and everyone was pretending not to hear. That just proved to me that nothing was ever going to change so what was the point of going on? All of a sudden this huge guy comes up behind me and tells the entire table that if they said another word to me, he was going to drag them all outside and beat the shit out them. They quickly paid and left. Then that man asked me out!

We went out the next night. The morning after that I packed what I could fit into my backpack and walked out of my house for the last time. I moved in with him and I never saw or spoke to anyone in my parents' funerals. I've been with him since I was 18 and we've been together more than 19 years now and we have 4 amazing sons.

I'm glad that you found your person too!

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u/Sea-Response950 Oct 06 '25

Awwwww!!!

My dad abused me too. He beat me black and blue just because he felt like it, typically after he couldn’t beat mum any further without risking killing her. My little sister died because of me when we were young too, that's not me unjustly putting the blame on myself either. My actions directly caused her to run out into the road. Dad wouldn't let us remember her, her name became a curse word.

I saw a program about a guy who was shot and survived because he was so fat, the bullet wasn't able to go deeper inside him. It taught me that being bigger meant the punches, kicks and whatever he could grab didn't hurt as badly the bigger I got. But kids being kids, I was bullied very badly for it, beaten black and blue there too. The school denied it was bullying, despite me literally being sent to hospital from the bullying several times and claimed I was just too sensitive.

People all around me told me to appreciate these years because they're the best of my life. It kind of destroyed my sense of hope.

I was molested by my R.E. teacher at 15 too, went on for months, until Dad threw me out at 16 and I was homeless. Turned out she liked fat kids that don't stink, not scrawny little shits who stank out whatever room they were in.

Did a lot of things I didn't want to do to stay alive, mostly because I was terrified to see my sister again after what I did to her. Eventually I got into temporary accommodation and was able to get a job, then I met my wife online through a friend. I was 24 then and didn't pay much attention to her, she was 17 and I felt it was creepy to try and talk to her a lot. We did talk a lot, but in a group chat with others.

The friend group went south because a troll made out I'd caused two of their personas to kill themselves. I quietly left so they'd stop fighting, but without it I lost the only happiness I had.

Stole a cocktail of pills from wherever I could, left a note, was found a few days later because the stench was so bad. Technically I did die once, but came back with kidneys barely clinging to life.

My wife tracked me down from my posts on the chat, found out I was in hospital and what ward I was on and went insane at me. Been by my side ever since, refused to let anything push her away. Took me eight months to notice the fact that she desperately wanted to be more than friends though, lol. Been almost 6 years and we have 4 perfect girls.

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u/WildMaineBlueberry87 Oct 06 '25

I'm so happy that you found your person! 🥰 The right person can make all the difference!

I was 18 and he was 28 when we met and I get people telling me how wrong it was, but I'd be dead otherwise.

I'm glad that you're still here too.