“He dumped me after 9 hours on a plane on the other side of the world”: your worst travel stories as a couple

Cystitis in paradise

In 2018 I went with my boyfriend to Bali. It was the beginning of our relationship, we were in a “couple honeymoon” period: everything between us was wonderful and above all we fucked: continuously.

So, not surprisingly, upon arrival at our first hotel we immediately made love, several times, then the same in the next one (did I tell you we fucked?), while taking baths and cultural visits. In short, it should have been a dream vacation if I hadn’t he began to feel some discomfort in his lower abdomen just three days after our arrival.

At first I decided to ignore it, it was probably nothing, and then I wanted to continue to ken without stopping. But when my boyfriend gave me a professional massage that I had to stop 3 times in 45 minutes to pee in pain, I knew there was a serious problem, and by concern I mean ‘a urinary infection.

The next day, with no choice, we went to a nearby large city where I was able to find a hospital with English-speaking doctors. This is how after 10 minutes of consultation and the equivalent of €200 spent (long live social security in France), I left with the antibiotics to take to cure this cystitis and the advice of don’t have sex again for a week.

It’s impossible to know if this is really the casewe broke down after less than 48 hoursfornicating continuously again, or even if the antibiotics went bad, but less than four days later, my vulva started to itch very badly. The kind in which every second without being able to scratch became torture.

I’ll spare you the moment when my boyfriend, very attentive but unfortunately rather mediocre in English, tried to get me an egg to cure him by clumsily mimicking a marble apothecary “she scratches her pussy!” ».

All that matters is that I was actually forced to stop having sex with my lover, which was a TERRIBLE sacrifice at that stage of the relationship for both of us. We still had ten days left there, ten days in which I carefully avoided even taking a bath, because at this point I had become very paranoid. Great for a holiday in the sun!

As for my penis, it took a good month to recover perfectly.

Leah

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Journey into brokenness

I spent a year with a boy I was very much in love with. At one point in our relationship we decided to go away for two weeks together to a destination that was very expensive on our wallets at the time, deciding to book our hotels straight away to avoid a budget blowout.

I found only qualities in this person, which demonstrate in hindsight that love truly makes one blind, because he had so many defects. For example, not being able to communicate ithe didn’t love me and wanted to dump me.

When we arrived, after a nine-hour plane ride on the other side of the world, I immediately knew something was wrong. He was always screaminghe encouraged me to go out alone during the day and no longer touched me when I returned in the evening.

After four days like this, I took advantage of one of his showers to search his cell phone (yes, I know, it hurts), and I discovered a discussion with his friends where he said, and I quote: “I’m bored out of my mind, she’s so boring. »

I confronted him and a beautiful discussion arose in which he told me that it wasn’t that he didn’t want me anymore, but rather that he wanted a break, that it wasn’t that I was boring him but that it was better for him. alone, before he ended up throwing it away, which there, anyway he wouldn’t leave me as we had already paid for all the hotels on our trip and that he couldn’t afford to stay anywhere else.

Obviously still addicted to this nullos, I found nothing better to do than swallow any hint of pride and shake my head at his conclusion about the impossibility of separating us during our holidays. So what followed ten very long days like this, cold, without loveuntil a friend called in a moment of anguish gave me the precious advice to stop letting myself be trampled on and to put an end to it all once and for all.

The day before departure I told my boyfriend that it was over, an announcement to which he responded pragmatically as always. “but we just checked in, damn, we sat next to each other”.

Clear*

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The family tourist

I had been dating my current girlfriend, of Mexican origin, for a year when she decided to introduce me to her parents – in Mexico. There was a lot of pressure, as it was a big trip and her first time introducing someone to her family.

At first everything went very well, his relatives were lovely to me. I was afraid of being part of a gay couple in a country that I imagined to be quite conservative, but in reality no worries on that front… On the other hand, I don’t know if it’s because of the water I would have. I swallowed while washing my teeth or at a restaurant I wouldn’t have stopped by, but suddenly I had massive diarrhea.

I managed as best I could to hide it all day, but when the evening came, in bed, at my girlfriend’s parents’ house, defying my fate, I wanted to let out a little fart. What came out wasn’t a fart, but a jet.

I thought I was going to die of shame when I saw my girlfriend’s eyes spinning like marbles.. The smell was disgusting and even though I was wearing panties, there were some on the sheets too.

It was that night that I knew my girl was the one when he whispered to me that we would come up with a plan to resolve the situation without anyone knowing. We packed up my panties, threw them in the trash, soaked the stained sheets, and changed them.

She justified the change of sheets to her parents by saying that she had had an excessive period. His family never knew anything and today we celebrate our five years of love.

Laura

* The name has been changed.

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