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TIFU by telling my pregnant wife about Aron Ralston

This actually happened today, about 2 hours ago.

My wife and I have gotten on a kick of watching those GQ "The Breakdown" videos on YouTube. This evening we put on one where a cardiac surgery breaks down medical sequences in movies and TV. In the second video the surgeon talks about the amputation scene in the movie "127 Hours" . So my wife is about 6 months pregnant and for some reason the combination of pregnancy hormones and learning for the first time that this was a true story caused her to have her own breakdown.

She was shocked at first when I told her it was real. Then I told her he really did it with a multi-tool and she couldn't believe it and was crying more. Me being an idiot, I quickly pulled up a mini-doc on YouTube that started the video he recorded thinking he would be found dead. This was too much for her and she started crying EVEN MORE. She then said "I can't imagine having to do that all before being found" to which, for some reason not reading the room, I said "Oh, he wasn't found. He still had to get out of the ravine and walk like more than 5 miles back to civilization."

So there she laid, carrying my child, weeping for this man who cut his arm off almost 2 decades ago because of the traumatic experience he must have had. I am rubbing her back to help her sleep trying not to laugh as I type this on my phone.

Tl;Dr: My pregnant wife didn't know "127 Hours" was based on a true story and her hormones got her in her feels. I didn't read the room and piled on more information about the story that just caused more harm.

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