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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/ZeldaRat on 2025-07-09 22:45:23+00:00.

So I (32F) and my boyfriend (30M) had just moved into our very first apartment together—a charming, newly renovated two-bedroom that felt like it was made for new beginnings. But what really sold us? The bathroom. Oh, that bathroom.

Soon after settling in, we made the classic first-home venture: shopping for the essentials. You know, towels, soap, toilet paper, the little mundane details that make a place yours. Then, as we strolled through the aisles, my boyfriend asked innocently, “Should we get a bath mat?” I dismissed it without a second thought. I’d never needed one. Just another thing to clean.

Flash forward to our first shower—two months ago. We were exhausted from the move, our bodies aching, clothes damp with sweat and dust. A warm shower felt like salvation. But the moment we stepped in, we both noticed it—the tub was slippery. Too clean. Too smooth. We laughed it off, gripping the wall, adjusting, trusting ourselves to be careful.

It became routine—tense moments stepping in and out, gripping the wall. He brought it up again that we really should get a bath mat. And again, I shrugged it off.

Then today happened...

I had just come home from a brutal 10-hour shift. I was tired, achy, irritable, my body felt like it was stitched together with frayed nerves and short fuses. My boyfriend was watching a movie with his best friend, and I just wanted to disappear into the shower, to let the hot water melt the day off me.

Everything was fine, at first. I stepped in carefully, gripping the built-in nook on the wall like always. The water was warm, the steam comforting. I started to relax. Maybe things would feel better after this.

But then it happened.

I turned to grab the body wash. Just simple movement. And that’s when my foot betrayed me. In a heartbeat, the slick ceramic turned into a trap. I slipped. Time slowed. I fell. Hard. My head struck the tile, cushioned just barely by my arm. But my back, my hip,they took the full force.

And there I lay. Wet, stunned, humiliated. The sound of the curtain rod clattering echoed like a punchline to a cruel joke.

I’ve fallen before. I’m no stranger to clumsy moments or twisted ankles. But this, this was preventable.

I called out, ashamed but aching. My boyfriend came running. He helped me up. I didn’t have to say it but I did anyway.

“We need a bath mat.”

TLDR; Newly renovated bathtub/shower combo, had no bathmat, told my bf we didn’t need one multiple times over 2 months. I ended up falling most dramatically out of the tub taking the curtain with me only to admit to him we need one.