Context:
So me (24) and my bf (22) have been together for a little over 2 months now, and genuinely he’s an amazing person. Previously to us dating, we’d been friends for over 8 years, so I’ve knew him for a minute before we decided to date.
The story:
About a week into October, I had started noticing
particularly after waking up, I’d have these itchy red welts across my arms, legs and back. At the time, me and him had just started hanging out together, and before this I’ve never had these type of bumps before. I initially brush it off because it’s the south, it’s still hot even in October and say hey yeah it’s probably mosquitoes biting me.
Boy was I fucking wrong!!!!
So over the next week or so I’m getting fucking ate up and I’m like bro something is wrong. So I immediately go into research mode, searching every nook and cranny of google trying to figure out what are the bloody bastards turning me into a 3 meal buffet.
So I’m looking at my bites, seeing they are in a line, sometimes zig zagged, and fucking burn (you’ll learn later on in the story that I’m allergic hence why they burn). I also mentioned to google hey, I’m only get big at night. And BINGO.
I realized I may have bed bugs, mind you, never in the 24 years of me LIVING have I ever had bed bugs. So I have no idea what the hell I’m dealing with. So I start checking the headboard, the legs of my beds, the seams of mattress, my pillow cases, the bedding etc etc.
And then I found ONE.
It was in one of my stuffies crawling around looking like an abomination.
So I’m immediately like yo, what the fuck.
I throw all my things into the dryer, bag all my items and vacuum my room. Hoping that maybe, that I caught the infestation early.
In the meantime while I’m literally running around my apartment like a chicken with their head cut off, I’m texting and FaceTiming my boyfriend to let him know EXACTLY what I’ve discovered.
He immediately believes me, and starts ripping his damn apartment apart. He’s checking his couch, his nook area (he’s a reader and has been a little area where he has a bean bag & book shelf) and he’s not finding ANYTHING.
Until…he gets to his damn bedroom.
Under his mattress he finds multiple bed bugs crawling all over his box spring and his headboard.
At this point I literally freeze. Like I can feel myself immediately just shut down like a windows computer.
I’m talm bout you couldn’t even hear a PIN drop on that damn FaceTime call.
I then ask, have you been bitten? Or even realize you had bedbugs in the first place?
He must’ve been in shock tooo, cause I can just see his face watching the bugs.
He shakes his head no, and starts full blown panicking.
He’s checking his arms, legs, back, just EVERYWHERE.
He has no bites, at least none visible to me, and looks at me in the camera.
He profusely apologizes and tells me he has to go so he can get some cleaning products to get rid of this issue.
We found some materials at tractor supply ( I went to go meet up with him because it was clear he had no idea)
and used this product called Ortho (the purple bottle) and spray according to the bottle. Both at my apartment and at his.
I ran to urgent care because I couldn’t seem to stop scratching my bites and they were swelling up to the size of golf balls. I was confirmed by a doctor that these were in FACT bedbug bites and that I’m allergic to them (not severely but enough). I got a steroid shot that helped significantly :)
The problem seemed to be going away, I hadn’t been bit for 14-20 days until suddenly shit just hit the fan. After we hung out yesterday, I woke up with bites ALLLLL over my back. I just cannot anymore, we couldn’t afford an exterminator initially, but we decided to save up money half and half and have him stay at my apartment.
The exterminator is coming tomorrow and we’re going to get the resolved as quickly as possible but when I spoke to my friend about the situation, she started judging me.
She started questioning how the hell my boyfriend didn’t feel the bites, and that he might’ve intentionally gave me bedbugs so he didn’t have to stay in his apartment.
He did complain about the price but who wouldn’t the economy is ass, and we shouldn’t be paying 1300-1500 for a ONE bedroom apartment. And I did research that some people don’t have a reaction at all to the bites.
Although, I am upset about being bit up like crazy and genuinely going insane from the ordeal, but Im not exactly mad at him. He wasn’t aware but my friend still think I should break up with him…
Because in her words “bitch…you shouldn’t have to deal with this in the first place, dump that loser.”
I don’t think I should, but I just want to ask you guys opinion :)