<human>: A few weeks ago I watched 'Dear Zachary' and (besides balling my eyes out) adored this documentary as did many others have. 

Fast forward to last night, my boyfriend and I have a few drinks, pull up Netflix, and begin deciding what we want to watch. I suggested this documentary and said that although it's heavy, it's a great watch. He said he doesn't want to watch something sad, and I should add that he has no clue what this movie is about. I really wanted to re-watch it so I was persistent in him giving it a try. He reluctantly agrees so we start watching it. 

About 20 min in he says he doesn't want to watch it anymore and I notice he is tearing up. I made a sarcastic joke saying something along the lines of "haha wow you're crying already" to which he replied with, "It's hitting way to close to home." And that's when I suddenly remember this pretty huge detail about the man I'm so in love with...his dad died when he was two and never got to know his father. I just made him watch a documentary made for a son whose dad died before he was born.

So I'm obviously feeling like a fucking twat and in my tipsy haze apologize profusely and even go so far as to say that the twist in the middle might make him feel better. And, spoiler alert, typically a baby being killed by its mother is not a good way to make anyone feel better. He looks at me like I'm a sadistic fuck, which clearly I've now become. I'm just digging myself deeper into what now seems to be a never ending pit. I apologize more and he says he will be fine but he is upset, so we go to bed. 

I woke up this morning and he thinks it's kind of funny now. I still have never in my life fucked up so badly with an SO before.

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<bot>: I'm the asshole who highly encouraged her boyfriend to watch 'Dear Zachary' conveniently forgetting that her boyfriend's dad died when he was 2.