My Boyfriend Got MyFace Tattooed On His Forehead, Then Broke Up With Me; AITA For Laughing At His Job Interview?
Let’s be real for a second. If you’ve ever watched *Tattoo Nightmares* or scrolled through Reddit’s r/TattooRemoval sub, you know that 99% of bad decisions involve three things: alcohol, a flash sale on Groupon, and a relationship that’s about three weeks away from imploding. But even by the dumpster fire standards of internet lore, this one is a goddamn masterpiece of consequence.
We need to talk about the saga of Reddit user u/InkMyEx, who dropped a post on r/AITA that is currently breaking the site’s servers. The basic premise? Her boyfriend, let’s call him Chad (because of course), got her face tattooed on his forehead. Not a cute little ankle script. Not a discreet “I <3 [Name]” on his ribs. On his forehead. Like a walking mugshot. Like he was auditioning for the role of “Most Predictable Regret of 2024.” And then? He broke up with her. And she laughed at him during a job interview.
Now, the internet is split. Half the comments are saying “NTA, Queen, you dodged a bullet the size of a cruise missile.” The other half are saying “ESH, but also this is the funniest thing I’ve read since the gravy boat incident.” I’m here to dissect the carnage.
**The Backstory: A Love Story Written in Bad Ink**
According to the post, u/InkMyEx (let’s call her Sarah) had been dating Chad for about 11 months. He was, by all accounts, a “golden retriever boyfriend” – overly enthusiastic, slightly impulsive, and deeply obsessed with proving his loyalty. Red flags? Sure, but they were the cute, fluffy kind that you think you can train out of the dog.
The trouble started at a house party. Chad got drunk on Fireball (because when you’re making life-altering decisions, you choose the nectar of the gods that tastes like cough syrup) and started talking about “marking his territory.” He said he wanted a tattoo that showed the world he was “locked in.” Sarah, thinking he meant a matching wrist band or a little heart, laughed it off.
The next morning, Chad showed up at her apartment with a gauze pad taped to his forehead. He looked like a Victorian child who’d been in a fencing accident. When he pulled the bandage off, Sarah saw a 3-inch portrait of her face, right between his eyebrows. The artist had given her a RBF (Resting Bitch Face) that she didn’t even have in real life. It looked like a police sketch of a woman who was about to get a restraining order.
“He was crying,” Sarah wrote. “He said, ‘I wanted you to always be in my line of sight. I wanted to see you even when I close my eyes.’” I’m not a therapist, but that’s not romance, my dude. That’s the plot of a Black Mirror episode that got cancelled for being too bleak.
**The Breakup: The Plot Thickens**
You’d think a forehead tattoo would be the ultimate relationship anchor. You’d be wrong. Three weeks later, Chad met a girl at a CrossFit box (because of course). He came home, looked at Sarah with the same face that was now permanently inked onto his skull, and said, “I don’t think I see a future with us. I need to be free.”
Free. The man who voluntarily branded himself with a human face wanted to be “free.” That’s like a prisoner who tattooed the prison bars on his own face and then complained about the lack of fresh air.
Sarah, to her credit, didn’t set his car on fire. She just said, “Cool. Good luck with the job hunt, Chad.” And that’s where the universe decided to play the most beautiful, cruel prank.
**The Interview: A Masterclass in Schadenfreude**
Fast forward two months. Sarah is at a Target in a different part of town, buying cheez-its and existential dread. She walks past the Starbucks kiosk and sees Chad. He’s wearing a tucked-in polo, a tie, and a face that is screaming for help. He’s in a job interview. The manager is a middle-aged woman with glasses and a “Live, Laugh, Love” clipboard. She looks like she has not laughed since 2014.
Chad is sweating. He’s trying to maintain eye contact, but he can’t because Sarah’s face is staring back at him. The manager asks, “So, Chad, why do you think you’d be a good fit for our team?”
And Chad, in a moment of panic, starts tapping his forehead. He’s trying to act confident. He says, “Because I’m committed. I’m all in. I’m… branded.”
That’s when Sarah loses it. She’s 15 feet away, holding a bag of cheez-its, and she lets out a laugh that sounds like a dying hyena. Not a giggle. A full, guttural cackle. The manager looks up. Chad turns around. Their eyes meet. Sarah’s face on his forehead meets Sarah’s real face. It’s like a Picasso painting of regret.
“I couldn’t stop,” Sarah wrote. “I was bent over the chip aisle. I was crying. The manager asked if I knew him. I said, ‘No, but his forehead knows me.’”
Chad did not get the job. He stormed out, called Sarah a “sociopath,” and has been sending her walls of text about how she “ruined his life” and “cost him a career.”
**The Verdict: The Internet Weighs In**
The Reddit comments are a goldmine. Top comment: “NTA. He literally put a target on his own head
Final Thoughts
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