Reddit Stories - BETRAYED by Blood_ When Family MEDDLES in Love and FERTILITY_

Episode Date: June 12, 2025

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #familydrama #betrayal #love #fertility #relationshipsSummary: In "BETRAYED by Blood_ When Family MEDDLES in Love and FERTILITY_," explore the consequences of family interference in relationships and fertility struggles. Follow the emotional journey of individuals facing betrayal and meddling from their own kin.Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, familydrama, betrayal, love, fertility, relationships, familyinterference, emotionaljourney, kin, consequences, struggles, drama, personalgrowth, support, advice, communityBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6237355/support.

My relative by marriage criticized me for my inability to conceive, and persuaded my romantic partner to end our long-standing relationship. I regret that the details escape me at the moment. Exact term for my condition. Basically, I have the correct parts, none of them happen to work. My uterus cannot generate lining, so I can never get pregnant. The bright side is that I have never had a period in my life, I'm 32. My boyfriend's mother found this out.

I don't know how, she may have heard a family member talking about it, my family knows about it, and several of his family members that I have told. When she found out and confronted me about it, she then forbade her son from marrying me because I couldn't provide him with children. Needless to say, we, my boyfriend and I, have discussed it and though a bit disappointed, are fine with it, me unable to conceive. She is now telling all her family members not to attend our future wedding because she doesn't want her son marrying someone defective who can't give him what she thinks he wants needs.

If she can come around and change her mind on this, that would be great, but as it is right now, I don't want her at the wedding, for fear of her doing or saying something to ruin the event. And he says that while he loves his mother, he is torn as to whether to invite her or not. We may just have a quick civil ceremony and only invite a few friends and relatives and tell her later, but she doesn't even want to come over when we invite her for dinner. not sure what to do, getting tired of her calling me defective to everyone else. His father is okay with it, his aunts and uncles are understanding for the most part. We have talked about adoption in the future, but she is also against that as it is not his blood

and wouldn't really be her grandchild. Just ranting here, thanks for reading. Update 1. I have received two text messages today before tonight's confrontation. One good, one bad, the good one was from my future father and in-law who said that he's appalled by his wife's actions and he loves me like the daughter he never had and he thinks his son is fortunate to have found me. The second was from his aunt who basically said the same thing, but added that her sister, my future mother-in-law, spoke to her about the whole thing, asked her not to attend the wedding, and then made some comment about why do I even have breasts?

It's not like I'm going to use them for anything. I am so nervous for tonight, my boyfriend has asked me not to come because he thinks my being there will make it worse, so after work I'm going to stay at home, order in a pizza and curl up on the couch and watch TV while petting the cat. That last part is not a euphemism. I get a lot of comfort playing with and petting my cat. Update 2. If you read my previous post on the matter, I can't have children. My soon-to-be mother-in-law didn't like that and did what she could to sabotage our future wedding, telling people not to attend, and calling me defective. My future, no more, husband and his father were going to sit down with her Tuesday night and try to talk sense into her. Well, she won. I don't know what

happened or what was said, but my boyfriend came home and we got into a big fight. Despite what we had discussed before, he now said that he wanted kids and if I couldn't provide them, the wedding was off. I basically said that sounds like your mother, not you, he replied with I can speak for myself and it escalated into a bunch of shouting at each other and I quickly put together a bag and went to my parents for the evening. I called in sick from work the next day and basically stared at the ceiling. We first met when I was nine, 23 years ago, it went from being friends to more romantic, we dated through high school and went to college together, then after graduation, moved in together. I have never dated or seen anyone else, neither has he

as far as I know. We waited so long to get married, because it wasn't important to us as long as we were together. That changed when my dad got a terminal disease and he expressed his wish to walk me down the aisle. I'm his only daughter, before he became too ill to walk. I'll be giving two-month notice at work on Monday, to give them time to find a replacement and for me to train them, then moving back to Germany. I didn't mention that my dad is German, my mom American, they originally met when she went there for work, I was born there and lived there at first and still have friends and family there. My friend, who I had mentioned before had volunteered to be a surrogate, has said I can stay in her spare room with her and her family until I get situated on my own there.

I'm sorry, no happy ending here. The evil mother-in-law won and got me out of her son's life. Technically, she got me out of the country. I know I could move elsewhere in town, or even in the state, but I don't want to be alone here. There's too many memories, and I have a strong support group, friends slash family, so that's where I'm going. I have been picked on so many times for so many things over the years, from my height to my accent when I first moved here, gone now, I sound like any other Midwestern girl, to other things, but this one hurts. I was able to handle the others by telling

myself that's who I am, if they don't like it, that's their problem and I'm sure in a few years, I'll think that about this situation too, but it's too soon. Thanks for reading and your kind words of support. I'm sorry if this seems incoherent, I'm just ranting here and crying, so it's hard to keep a decent train of thought. Update 3. First of all, thank you all for your support and kind comments. Two weird things happen today, one I'm extremely embarrassed about and the other I thought was just weird. First, on my lunch hour, I had to run to the grocery store to pick up some things for my mom for dinner tonight. At the grocery store, who should I happen to run into, but she who once could have been my mother-in-law.

I don't know what to call her, so she will be Barbie. Walking down an aisle, who should happen to appear at the other end, but Barbie. We made brief eye contact, then she immediately turned and bolted out of there. Guess she had nothing to say. The second thing was my dad came with me to the house to help me pack up my things. He's already agreed to act as my representative when the house is sold to make sure I get my fair share. While there, he stands in the corner and just glares at my ex the whole time. Then my ex has this brilliant idea to ask for one last time right in front of my father.

I guess I kind of snapped. I grabbed my sweater, you can guess what part of me was right under it that I grabbed, and said you're never going to see these, much less touch them or play with them again or anything else. He turned red and walked out the door, and my dad went from staring with A. You hurt my daughter, you're lucky to be alive. Look to just bursting out in laughter once the door closed behind my ex. He then said, I can't believe you just did that to which I replied, neither can I. We then went home for dinner with my mom and halfway through, my mom asked what does Vanessa's,

the girl I'm moving in with in Germany, husband do again. And I just lost it. A perfectly honest question, but I just let it all go in big brain sobs. After a while, my dad came over and carried me upstairs to bed like he used to do when I was five, where I am typing this now on my laptop. I told him to tell Mom that she did nothing wrong, I just needed to release and unfortunately for her, that was the time. A lady at work already volunteered to take my cat,

and my dad will store stuff like my tennis trophies and yearbooks and pictures upstairs at his house. He said that even though I may not want those photos now, perhaps in five years or so, I will want them, so he's going to keep them until I'm ready to take them back. Thanks again for all your kind words and support. I will update as warranted and answer any further questions if I can. Update 4. Well, I gave notice at work today, had some more weirdness, and am now lying in bed with my laptop. First, while at lunch today, a dozen roses came with a note that simply said I'm sorry.

No more, no less, but I recognized the handwriting. I asked my co-worker if she would like them to give to her little daughter at home and when she said no, I know why you got them and I don't feel right taking them, so in the trash they went with the note. I was going to wait until Monday to give notice, but the gossip factory had been running full-time the last couple of days, so I went and told my boss that I'm leaving, but I'll stay to help train a replacement. My last day is ironically Valentine's Day. What the hell, I've got nothing else to do that day. I'll spend two weeks after that here saying by to people, going to a few of my favorite places in town and then on February 29th. My parents are going to drive me to Chicago,

about four hours away, and I leave from Munich on March 1st. My friend Vanessa lives in Munich, so I'll stay at her place a few days while I try to figure out where to go and what to do. My hometown is about a two-half-hour drive away and I still have family there, so I'll decide between now and then which one to base myself in. It's a small town maybe about 40,000, I'm not sure the exact number, but it does have a castle and a large tin soldier museum, so I don't know if I'll stay in Munich, more opportunities, go up there and try to find something, or go somewhere else in Germany, like Hamburg or Berlin. I also went to the realtor who's selling the house and had to sign a bunch of papers

giving my father authority to make any decisions regarding selling. The lady said no problem, she has a lot of experience with divorcing couples, and all I thought was I was never even married. I came home and we had dinner, then my mother and I sat down and she braided my hair. It has always been our thing to do this for mommy daughter time. We did it for the big it's not just for peeing talk. When I was first diagnosed with my condition, before the state tennis tournament, when I went away to college, basically big moments. I think this counts as one of those. Then my ex's best friend called, said he heard what happened, said it was pretty crappy, He used stronger language.

But there might be children reading this, and wanted me to come over for an evening with his family before I left. I was more friends with his wife than him, but I'll go anyway. Again, I can't thank this community enough for their support and kind words. Sorry if I branch into irrelevant topics at times, but I just type as I think, and this is all going faster than I thought. Last week, I thought I might have to start planning for a wedding, and now, I'm planning on leaving the country and starting my life over. My mother also suggested we go to the zoo in Chicago

on my last day in America. I went there when we first moved to America. She thinks it would make the perfect bookend to my whole 23-year stay in America. It seems like just yesterday when we moved into a new house and a nice boy and his mother came over, brought us a basket of cookies, and welcomed us to the neighborhood while I was out front keeping my dog away from the movers. times and people sure do change. Update 5, warning, there is an act of violence in here and I'm still shaking from it. No, the main one wasn't against me depending on how you define violence. My ex came over to my parents tonight and said he wanted to talk.

I have a good idea what he hoped would happen, but it definitely did not. We had a brief chat in which he said he was sorry and I told him I was moving back home to Germany soon. He started to tear up and so did I. I take responsibility for giving him the opening that was about to happen. We're both crying and we start hugging. As we're hugging, I don't notice one of his hands moving down my back to my ass until he gets a good handful of ass cheek and squeezes it. As soon as it registered in my brain what he was doing, I stepped back and let loose with my

six feet one inch, 155 pounds, I'm a big girl, and 25 plus years of developing a good forehand in tennis and just slapped him in the face. My hand still stings from the force of it. He staggered back and I just pointed to the door and yelled get out. Though I may have added some naughty words with it. He looked shocked at me and hung his head and just walked out the door. After I heard him get in his car, start it, and drive off, I broke down in tears. My father, who had been waiting and listening outside the room the entire time,

he later explained it as listening to see if I needed backup, came in the room to me crying more at this point and he started to give me a big hug. A couple minutes later while he's holding me, I thought that he might reach down and squeeze the other ass cheek. That thought sent me into hysterical laughter. We stood there holding each other while I'm alternating between laughing and crying. My mother comes downstairs and fixes us all something to drink. A few minutes later, my phone rings and according to caller ID,

It's Barbie, my ex's mother and the one who started this all. Now I did not hear her side of the conversation, so anything attributed to her is what my father told me later. She basically says she's going to call the cops on me for assaulting her son and my father says it was justifiable self-defense. My ex attacked me first, the ass squeeze. And we have cameras to show the whole thing to the cops should they show up, we don't, but she doesn't need to know that.

She hung up and I haven't seen a cop since, so I don't. know if she was bluffing or my dad's threat scared her off. Now I will admit that I missed the physical part of our relationship and he was my first and only at many things, first date, first kiss, first sex, etc. But none of that outweighs the hurt he and his mother caused me. I would rather go celibate for life rather than let him touch me again. I shouldn't have let him hug me in the first place, but it was a weak moment and I know not to let him do that again. Again, thank you for reading and the kind words of support. I thought I wasn't going to update again after the last one, and yet something else happened. Hopefully, unless it is a

response to something written here or a message, you won't get another update from me until I am in Germany and away from this mess. It's late and I'm going to bed now. Update six throughout this whole ordeal, there have been two mysterious things I had no answer for. One is why did he suddenly change his mind and two. How did Barbie, his mother, find out? It wasn't common knowledge, nor did I tell her. I had my suspicions as to how and yesterday, they were confirmed. I was downtown on my lunch break. Been training the new girl who's replacing me, she seems really nice and capable. I would have liked to work with her if the circumstances were different. At lunch, I ran into Steve, his friend and neighbor who he's known since he was three or six years

premium. He said he had heard about us. He said it was a shame that we had broken up and wanted to know if it had anything to do with my infertility. Now, I had not told Steve, he wasn't a close enough friend to confide in, so I asked what he knew of my infertility. He then told me the whole story. This is from his point of view and I'm only relaying what he said, so may not be 100% accurate. Steve and Jack, my ex, were working on Steve's car, don't know what kind, only that it's from the 60s, I'm not a car girl, never have been. Four wheels, an engine, and a good stereo system is all I need to know. If you ask me what kind, I would say it's blue and old, nothing more.

Now, before this, we had a very informal proposal, what do you want on your toast? It looks like it's going to rain today, should we get married? So they went to Jack's parents' house, he wanted an old heirloom ring that had been in his family for centuries and wanted to make a formal proposal. He asked where it was and why he wanted it, and his mom ran crying with glee upstairs to find it. When she came back down with it, she was crying and said it would be nice to have the pitter-patter of tiny feet around the house and was I currently pregnant. It seemed odd to her, I guess, that we were getting married after 16 years of dating slash living together, so she thought maybe he had knocked me out

and that's why the proposal after so many years. He said we already had the pitter-patter of tiny feet in Babette, my cat, she said no, I mean a baby, silly, and he responded with Mia can't have babies and then proceeded to tell her my whole medical situation. She said something like this isn't going to happen, went back upstairs, returned the ring, and slammed the door. The next day is when she forbid, forbade.

Me from marrying him, started calling me defective and started this whole story. After telling me this story, I told Steve that yes, that is one factor in our breakup, he said, what a shame, you two made a great couple, and Jack was probably devastated. I then said by and went on to lunch, and when I got home later that day, I went to my room and cried into my pillow before my father came up to get me for dinner. I had always suspected that he told her somehow, and while it's not a big state secret, it's not something I have ever felt comfortable telling people. Now that I am telling this story on this site, I have no problem saying my parts don't work to complete strangers and it's been comforting. Thank you all for your support. Update 7, two-part update.

We'll start with the good first. I left America March 1st and flew to Munich. Sat next to an elderly lady who was scared to death of flying, but was going to visit her son and his family. I don't remember what he did or why he was in Germany. So for the time, 10 or so hours we were in the air. She held my arm in a death grip and any time we hit an air pocket or shook around a little, it was a relatively smooth flight with just a few bumps here and there. She gripped even tighter and later I discovered I had a bruise, but fortunately her nails didn't dig in. After deplaneing and going through customs, she met up with her son and his family. This happened before all the quarantine and isolation started in earnest, so not much of a problem

there. Then all the fun started with the quarantine and I've spent most of the of my time at my friend's house, tutoring her kids in English and generally helping out around the house. I had three interviews scheduled before I got here, but they were all cancelled. My uncle up and calm back has volunteered to drive the three hours down and take me back up there, but I haven't decided yet. The bad, apparently Jack, my ex, has been having a hard time with this. Normally, when I and the family flew back to Germany in the past, we flew out of Cedar Rapids, up to Chicago or Minneapolis then flew on to Germany. Apparently, from what a friend told me,

he drove out to the Cedar Rapids Airport, not knowing we had driven up to Chicago and I flew direct from there. When I didn't show up there, he went home and figured he got the time-slash date wrong. He sent a few letters to my house. I had my mother open and read one to me on the phone, but shortly stopped her. Even though my mother and I have been open about my sex life,

there were things in that letter I didn't feel like hearing or having her here. The letter stopped when he lost his job for non-quarantine-related reasons and later wound up in jail. Nobody has been able to tell me exactly what happened, but best guess from what I've been told, one night, he got into a shouting match with his mother, which turned physical and his dad had to peel him off her until the cops showed up and arrested him, so I guess things got pretty bad so that one of the neighbors called the cops. I never would have expected this from him with anybody, much less his mom. If only he could have fought this hard for me way back when, things might be different.

So, as of this update, I'm sitting around with not much to do, but at least I'm not in jail. Sorry for any errors, I loan my laptop to my friend's son and it hasn't worked properly since, though he claims he did nothing bad to it. He's a good kid, so I believe him that it was probably just an accident. Hope everyone is staying safe and doing as well as can be during this time. Alfe Wiedersayan. Mia Update 8. I actually spoke to him yesterday on the phone. When last I updated, he had been arrested and thrown in jail for assaulting his mother.

I don't know if he's out on bail, or there were no charges, or what, but he has spent the last few days sitting in my parents' front yard, doing nothing but sitting. My dad said he was going to go out there and kick his ass, but my mom, who's definitely the cooler headed of the two, went out there and calmly told him I was gone and he should pick up and start his life over two. She called me and told me this, so I decided to call him, which I did last night. He answered and sounded kind of relieved it was me, but also sad. J equals Jack, my ex, M equals me, or Mia, either one works. This is the conversation to the best of my memory, J, hello, I understand you're out on my parents' front yard. Well, I'm not there, so please

leave them alone. J, I was hoping that the rumors I heard weren't true, that you were still here and we could talk. M, I tried talking before and you just took it as a chance to grab my ass and act as if sex could solve this whole thing. Jay, I'm sorry, I've never broken up before, so I'm not sure how to go about it. M, I've never broken up before either, but I think I've handled it better. I just got to know, why. J, I have to do what my mother says. and she wasn't happy when she found out you couldn't have children. M, you're 32, I don't think you have to do what your mother says anymore. J, you just don't understand.

M, I do understand. We had discussed the problem before and had come up with solutions which apparently aren't satisfactory to her, so you threw our relationship away. Did it mean that little to you? J, you didn't have to go away. When are you coming back? M, not for a couple of years. Once this whole pandemic thing is over, I can hopefully find a job in my own place to stay.

J, come back, please. M, I'm sorry, but you made your choice. Barbie, his mother, or me. I hope the two of you are quite happy together. Throughout all of this, he is crying, and I'm doing my best not to. Jay, please come back, we can get married and adopt or whatever. I'm sorry, we can find a little bit of a while. way to work this out."

M., I told you there were always alternatives, but you threw those away along with me. Plus, Barbie's going around calling me defective and she won't accept us adopting. How does that change? J, you're not defective. I'm sorry, but I can't control what she thinks. M, no, but you support what she thinks. You've known this about me since we were 16, suddenly it's an issue. J, I don't like her calling you defective.

In case you hadn't heard, I just spent time in jail for defending you. M., maybe if you had done that when this all started, I'd still be there. I think that broke him, because he kept quietly whispering sorry over and over and then hung up. I just laid on the bed and quietly cried until Victoria, my friend's oldest child, knocked quietly and told me it was time for dinner. Sorry for the formatting, still trying to get used to how Reddit works. Also sorry if I came across as a bitch in this, but when someone throws away a relationship that goes back to childhood, I can be a bit upset. Hope everyone is staying safe through this whole pandemic thing and hopefully, when it's all over, I can get on with my life here in Germany.

Update 9, so, I moved out of my friend Vanessa's this weekend. Her family was incredibly nice in taking me in, but when we first planned this, it was and I thought I'd have my own place and a job and everything. My uncle said he would drive down and pick me up and I felt better taking his offer than continuing down there. So, he came down Saturday, spent the night with some friends of his, and we drove back up to Kombach on Sunday, where I am currently staying with him and his wife and typing this out before bed. It's weird being here, given I was born here and lived my first nine years here, but even when I've been here on vacation in the past, it never felt as strange just being here. I don't know if it's the feeling of the town being deserted. or my current personal situation, it just doesn't feel right. Anyway, that's enough of miscellaneous rambling.

I'm just trying to avoid typing the real part of this story if you couldn't tell. Friday night, Jack, my ex, called me. I still have the same phone and the same account back in Iowa. So when it rang with his distinct ring tone, it caught me by surprise. I picked it up and said, What do you want? Which I know was a bit rude and I apologized to him. him about it as soon as he said, I just wanted to see how you were doing and say hi. So, we proceeded to have a pleasant conversation, when I could hear screeching and a is that her? Followed by him

saying I'm talking, leave me alone when she, Barbie, his mother who started all this, got on and said, leave my son alone, haven't you done enough damage? To which I responded by simply hanging up. She must have gotten his phone and tried calling me a few more times, none of which I answered, but when I checked voicemails later, she was going off on how I ruined his life, how he had lost his job, which we knew was going to happen anyway last year when the owner of his company announced his retirement and that he was selling off the assets. But he gave one year notice and even helped some employees find work elsewhere. He had lost his house. We sold our house after our breakup. He had been caught drinking in public. I guess he bought a few bottles, went down near the lake and drank in the

park and got busted by the police for it, heard that from another friend earlier. and how he had attacked her, mentioned before, but I secretly hoped he would have decked her good before his dad intervened. She even got to use her favorite word, defective, saying that if she had known 16 years ago that I was defective, she would have gotten her son a nice, normal girl to be with. She also mentioned that Jack had talked about suicide recently, saying there's no point in going on. I tried calling back, but every time, she picked up the phone and resumed her screaming, so I gave up trying and just wrote him a letter, which I sent to my parents for them to deliver to his house. Figuring Barbie would just see it was from me and intercepted if I sent it

to him directly. I told him that I still loved him and wanted him to do well in life and move on, but that it was over between us. So, here I am 5,000 miles away, civilization shut down, living with my aunt and uncle and just waiting for when I can put my life back together. Thanks for reading and sorry about any formatting errors. I think I'll put up my laptop now and go to sleep.