Reddit Stories - BETRAYED_ The SECRET Burial of My SIBLING at 14_

Episode Date: September 20, 2025

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #betrayed #secrets #siblings #family #conflictSummary:A compelling tale unfolds as a Redditor recounts the heart-wrenching betrayal surrounding the hidden burial of their sibling at just 14 years old, shedding light on family secrets and the ensuing emotional turmoil.Tags:redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, betrayed, secrets, siblings, family, conflict, burial, hidden, emotional, turmoil, heart-wrenching, betrayal, story, personal, relationships, forgivenessBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6237355/support.

I hope you enjoy this story. Sibling passed away at 14 and my parent covertly laid her remains in a hidden location without informing us, then deceived us for four years claiming that they were encased in our pendants. My mother and father divorced when I was young. They had an oops baby together after my mom remarried, which rocked that marriage apart. That oops baby was my little sister. She died abruptly in an accident four years ago at only 14. You know how people say the first.

firsts after a death are the hardest. They don't account for when there's no first to be had. When they should have been getting ready for prom but never will, it's a completely different pain. My mom and I were talking about it, we were both drinking, and she slipped that my bit of ashes I carry that I thought were my sisters were just regular ashes. Burned wood. She already poured out my sister's ashes without me or my brother in the plot she bought with my stepdad. She couldn't fathom my rage because to her, the sentiment and emotions are the important aspects, not that it's physically my sister. My anger is prompted by the lies and the fact those sentiments and emotions are attached to something

not my little sister, and I had no idea she cast her ashes on a plot she wouldn't have cared about. I screamed at her to get out of my house, locking the door behind her and calling up my stepdad to pick her up. I threw the necklace out the window to the front lawn, then regretted it and tore it out of her hands when she picked it up. As she would say it, I made a scene and embarrassed her. I kept screaming and calling her a liar whenever she tried to explain herself or get back inside. I was threatening to call the cops on her when my stepdad finally showed up and took her away. He called me the next

day and left a message saying that he wanted to talk about what happened and how he understands why I'm angry and hurt. He just wants to talk. But I need to talk to my mother too about this because she's a grieving mother, emphasis is, and my sister's death was a huge blow to the entire family and everyone is trying to regain our bearing still so some kindness is needed. All I can think of right now is my mom's heartbroken face as I ripped my necklace with my sister's ashes out of her hands, or the way she turned away from me crying as my stepdad ushered her into the car. I called her names, I let my pain and rage take over me. But I can't get over the lies. For years of thinking my necklace had my sister,

of thinking she was right by my heart, and it all came undone because my mom had too much to drink. How long would she have let me think this? How long would the lie continue? Comments Sent her off chaos, yeah, your mother is grieving. But you, her very living child, are too. Having your mother lie to you about something important is going to get an emotional reaction. What you do is up to you.

But I wouldn't let her frame this as embarrassing her, that she's a victim in any way. She lied about it, she got drunk and tattled on herself. These are the consequences of her own actions. The ass-crack bandit. The mom thought that was going to be a cute little anecdote. WTF kind of person does that kind of stuff. Casually just drops a bomb. It was an absolute mistake on her part that she even said it. We were talking about prom season and how hard it can be to be reminded of things that my sister would have loved. Then she started to say I start crying before I even reached the cemetery sometimes and she named it by name. I started flipping then and was like what cemetery? Why that cemetery? In a sort of why

are we talking about cemeteries when we're talking about her way? I kept pushing her for an explanation and that's when the whole thing came out. Update, I gave my mother an ultimatum of either telling my brother and father, or I will. She refused too, because you reacted so horribly. And she told me not to tell because you're doing this to hurt me and you're just going to hurt them. So I told them. I sat my dad and brother down and explained that the necklaces didn't have the right ashes in them. I've never seen my dad break like that, and I've never heard my brother scream at me like that. He was angry that I knew before him and didn't immediately tell because this is shit you tell me, you needed to tell me, we tell each other everything. But he started crying and apologizing to me, admitting he's just

so mad about what mom did and he can't handle it. So I guess that's clearly something else me and my brother share. We get overwhelmed initially before cooler heads prevail. My dad looked gutted, but he was clearly trying to piece himself back together. He said a lot of the same other people had said to me on my other post, we can get some of the dirt from the plot where she was scattered. The necklace has the meaning we attribute to it and she's still with us even if her body hasn't been physically with us. I feel bad because some of it my mom said, either bit about the necklace being important even without her ashes in it, but I was able to accept that much easier from him. Maybe because he didn't lie to me for four years and drop a bomb

on me out of nowhere because I pulled apart a lie. He held my brother and I as we cried, and he apologized for the pain, and he said it wasn't fair that I had to be the adult when my mother should have told all of us a lot sooner. Dad's going to try to talk to my stepfather to find the plot because my mom has been refusing to talk to us anymore, not answering messages or picking up the phone. Her social media has even gone dark. He's going to find out where the plot is and go to the site.

I don't know if I could if it were up to me. It just feels like the final bit of proof that this fucked-up nightmare is real and my sister is mixed with dirt and rocks and grass of an unmaintained and unvisited plot. My mom and I always had some issues, but that's normal. This is worse than anything, and we had a rough patch when I came out that we didn't even talk, but we mended fences after. I can't see ever forgiving her, not with how she dropped this on me,

blamed me for my reaction, and left me to do what she should have done. To top it off, she won't even show the decency to explain why or even talk to me. When we were discussing cremation, it was agreed we would all get a necklace with the ashes. My mind keeps going over things that just didn't add up fully, times she almost slipped or things that make complete sense now. She almost left behind her necklace on a trip and didn't freak out like I would have, because she knew where my sister was the whole time. She volunteered to be the one to separate the ashes and gave Dad the rest.

I assume those ashes are the same as ours, fake. God this whole thing just makes me want to curl up in a hole and never see the light of day again. I've been on and off crying all week without being able to stop, or just so angry I could scream. In the middle of my damn workday and suddenly I'm rushing to the bathroom to hide the fact I'm breaking all over again because I can't stop my thoughts. I quit smoking after my sister died, but I picked it right back up again. My dad has been calling me every day to check in on me and remind me of how much he loves me and how much my brother loves me. I think he's afraid. My brother has come over each day since the talk with his girlfriend to make sure I eat something.

I don't know how to win this post. I feel lost and like I don't know anything anymore. I feel like a burden because my dad and brother are both dealing with the revelation too, but they're clearly thinking of me and checking in on me. I'm going to look into grief counseling, but the therapist I saw after my sister died isn't practicing anymore and my insurance isn't accepted by a lot of therapists. I try to remind myself that my little sister wouldn't have minded so much becoming woven into a tapestry of grass and flowers, and that I can visit her once we know where she was cast and make sure her sight is always beautiful.

Thank you to everyone that helped me and shared their own perspectives and stories. I really appreciate it. Comments, M-A-pastrophe S underscore plapp. You mentioned she said the cemetery's name when she tattled on herself? Can you call and ask about the plot? It's probably under your mother's or your sister's name. Then you can visit and not have to go through your mother at all. Op, it's my mother and stepfather's plot.

If trying through my stepfather fails, I'll try that. I didn't think I could just call up and say, is there an empty plot section for the So and So Family but it's worth trying. Family Guy 421, I am head of a cemetery commission. Just call them up. We don't care about drama, just information. The best of luck to you. Op, thank you so much.

That means a lot. This has probably been the worst month of my life in years. Sorry to the mod for so many posts. Edit, I tried find a grave and she's not there. Same for my mother and stepdad. I'm going to start with the minor stuff that's been happening or whatever because my head just feels like a brick. I got a promotion I'd been aiming for before everything. My boss did tell me I had already got it before this all happened and it was held off on announcing

so I could have time to process before I had to adjust to the new job requirements. I couldn't even feel proud. I know a month ago I would have but I feel numb. I'm working a lot more hours now than normal, usually about 6 a.m. to 7 p.m., give or take. Paycheck looks nice, I guess. My dad keeps telling me I need to work less, so does my brother, but my job is one that in gauges my mind enough that I'm nearly brain dead by the time I'm home, which is nice. I'm non-binary and prefer they slash them pronouns, but she slash her are not offensive.

Realized belatedly that people were calling me that. I started drinking more than usual. After blacking out one night, I let my dad take it all and I haven't bought more. I don't think I've ever gotten blackout before, so it's terrifying to hear about the night, but I've barely any recollection of it. About my sister, my mother finally responded. to my brother, and according to him she was a wreck. All tears. All apologies. All you have to understand. There must be something wrong with me because I look at her and I want to hurt her. I want to break her heart. I want to make a spectacle of her disgusting behavior. I want to ruin her life. I think part of me recognizes that's why I'm not so overly cautious about details, but at the same time I can't do it.

The rational part of my mind kicks in and I realize that it wouldn't do anything but make it worse. I just feel guilty and sick after the brief moment of satisfaction. But then I think to myself, so how and why could you do that to us? For years. Her and my brother had a much better relationship than her and I ever did. She still did that to him. Like yeah, Dad and her never got better after the divorce, and after the affair they struggled with even co-parenting for a multitude of

reasons. Her and I have had our issues. But the bond between her and my brother has always been strong, or at least used to be, and she did it to him of all people. She tried telling my brother that she did it impulsively, in a fit of peak, but when he pressured her about why she was the one to volunteer to handle filling the necklaces, she said that it was because she was okay with it at first, but then when she saw the ashes, she didn't want to destroy her further. Her word, there, destroyed. Like the relationship between her living children? Like our trust in her? Like the memorial we agreed upon for my sister? I don't know how to feel if I even trust her story. But her wording makes me feel like it was planned. God yet again it becomes an accidental revelation,

where she tried to uphold a lie but got caught and that's how the truth came to light. I managed to talk to the funeral director. My sister's fingerprints are part of their records. I'm going to get her touched tattooed. But I found a means of getting that on a necklace so my brother and dad can have that if they don't want a tattoo. Still struggling to get in contact with the owners of the cemetery. A lot of unanswered emails and voicemails. I've also been looking for therapists and counselors in my area, or ones doing telehealth. I have an appointment upcoming, but I'm nervous. My stepfather has stepped back. He set a boundary that he would won't talk to us until we agree to discuss this without blaming anyone and any time the conversation

starts going toward asking about motive or who knew what and when, he says the conversation needs to end. He's even hung up on us before and threatened the cops on me, even implying it'd be deserved after I did the same to my mother. I wish I could give good news but there's not been much and I haven't had much time besides working. I'm just going to keep on doing whatever this is so long as there's not a problem. I went to therapy. I tried a few sessions, and I'm so grateful she worked with me to get me on her books, but she wasn't helpful for me. I wasn't clicking with her and I felt unheard. I'm still on the hunt for a therapist. I feel very entitled saying that. My father is not as well as he wants to pretend. He is so focused on fixing this for us that he has to have lost sight of himself.

I hate seeing him like this. My brother is angry. I have never in my life seen him so mad or heard him say such horrific things about our mother and stepfather. We are all just existing, it seems. My brother tried the plot hack idea. The cemetery is full. They're not accepting new burials. I tried as well and couldn't get even the plot numbers. I got so angry I was crying. I did. I did. didn't take it out on them, as it's not the cemetery's fault I can't manage my emotions, but it was absolutely crushing to come across yet another block. Our mother still won't really talk to me, with one choice exception event, and even my brother is touch and go in conversation with her.

She's so quick to shut everything down. The exception is this, my mother offered to let me purchase the plot from her. She said I can share it with my brother and this way we can be buried together where our sister is. She phrased it like she was giving me some sort of peace offering, or paying me a favor. All total costs together, the liner, the plot, the headstone, the permits, because our state requires one for such sales, the care, will be over $9,500. Her and my stepfather are willing to forego the cost of the headstone to make it easier for my brother and I, to make up for us not being there for the scattering.

No mention about how Dad wasn't there either. No true sorry, just what amounts to if you want access to your sister, pay me for the privilege. I want to say she doesn't intend it this way. I want to agree with my stepfather that this is her attempt to reconcile so I should meet her halfway. I can't keep doing this. I want to put this behind me somehow. I want to forget about the plot. I want to forget about my mother entirely.

It feels like it would be easier to completely cut her out, make peace with what I have of my sister, and never, ever think of my mother again. I feel like a horrible child thinking that way, and my stepfather's attitude doesn't help that feeling. I tried explaining I just want some of the dirt from the plot for part of a memorial, but my stepdad started threatening to sell it back to the cemetery because clearly nothing else will satisfy you. My brother and I are an agreement that it's a baseless threat especially if they really did cast her ashes there, because our mother would never do that and then separate from the plot. We both know even if we're we buy it from her, she'll visit our sister still. I can't help the niggling concern that

she did something else with the ashes than we think and what she's let on, like that the cemetery is unrelated and she was somehow clever enough to keep up or think up a convoluted lie when drunk. I keep looking at my bank account. My brother doesn't want to buy it offer, I don't think, but he's also still furious at the offer so I don't want to say he doesn't. He means, well, I think, but any time I try to broach the offer, he starts in about how well, making our own memorial and that her offer is needlessly cruel, so I shouldn't entertain it. I could afford it if I shuffled some bills around and worked more. Almost for peace of mind yes and take the offer.

She gave me a deadline. I still have a bit of time but it doesn't feel like enough. My dad has taken over trying to figure out the legalities of this situation, what he can do to force her hand to share where the plot is or what he can do to make things better. He's fit to be tied. He's doing what he can, looking into what legal avenues we can pursue and what can be done to force her to give the location.

It seems like we don't have many options. It doesn't feel right or fair. He keeps saying what my brother has said, trying to reassure me, but I can't not think of it. I'm not sleeping much these days. I think the only thing going well in my life is my work and I still haven't had anything to drink. I think maybe the next option we can try would be letting the cemetery know ashes were illegally spread on their grounds, but what will they do in response? I know I'm being paranoid and catastrophizing when I fear that they'll do something to clean my sister

from the plot, or take it away from my mother and I won't be able to access it. So I guess the update as everything is as fucked up as it has been since that stupid night with my mother. I do want to address the outpouring of support everyone here has given me. It has meant the world to me and given me a place of stability and external perspective where my current life is far too close to provide that. Thank you all. Comments. The Lake are the first, I'm so sorry.

Your mother is awful. And you're not going to get closure if you buy the plot from her. Because your mother is going to find other ways to torture you. You are not a bad child for wanting to cut off contact with her. If you were a bad child, you feel gleeful about doing it. I don't think your relationship with your mother is salvage. and I think she's a horrible person for doing this to you and your brother and yes, she is forcing you to pay for the privilege of knowing where she states she scattered the ashes.

I don't think she did it there. I think she is seriously mentally ill and after you purchase it from her, she will come up with another story of what she did with the ashes. I want to tell you something that helped me. And I don't know if this will help you. But all matter goes back into the universe. And every breath you take, every gaze at the stars or the sky, you're seeing your sister. Your sister is all around you.

Where her ashes are. It's not her. Your mother is forcing you to go through the second loss. But every time you feel that calming breeze, every time you see that twinkling star, every tickle of pollen in your nose. Start to think of that as your sister. I'm an atheist so I'm not trying to say anything paranormal or superiors. What I'm saying is her matter, the essence of who she was, never left.

You cannot destroy matter. So she is around you. She's just around you as carbon and hydrogen and helium and oxygen and all the other elements. I wish all the best for you. A lot of me recognizes that it is pure symbolism at this point. Maybe even before then. But it aches and I struggle to deal with that. Maybe the next therapist I try to try will help with that. No requirement 2420. How did my you go getting the necklaces of her fingerprint made? That was a lovely idea. Have you tried alternatives to getting your hands on some of her remains slash dirt? A memorial that is symbolic instead of physical remains? Maybe a butterfly release? Does your mother know that if she continues on this path that she still lose all her

remaining children? Try and take one day at a time and one thing at a time. You need to take care of you too. Up, the funeral home still hasn't given me her prince yet. I don't want to pressure. Part of me recognizes it's been some weeks, another part feels like it was yesterday, and I am almost frightened to pressure them. Because what if they react the way my mother did? The worst part is knowing you are being irrational but not being able to not be irrational.