Reddit Stories - Called off our MARRIAGE after my spouse's RELATIVES made fun of my KIND-HEARTED

Episode Date: June 29, 2025

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #relationships #family #marriage #kindness #decisionSummary: I called off our marriage after my spouse's relatives mocked my kind-hearted nature. Their hurtful behavior made me realize that our relationship was not built on mutual respect and understanding, leading to a difficult but necessary decision.Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, relationships, family, marriage, kindness, decision, hurtful, behavior, respect, understanding, difficult, necessary, spouse, relatives, mocked, natureBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6237355/support.

I hope you enjoy this story. Called off our marriage after my spouse's relatives made fun of my kind-hearted parent who had allowed them to reside in our home without paying rent. Subsequently, she took my mother's valuable bracelet, sold it to a second-hand store, and received our, stead for theft. I'm a 32-year-old guy. The events I'm about to describe started about three months ago. The main people involved are myself, my now ex-fiancee, she was,

was 29 at the time, and her parents, my ex-future in-laws. The other significant person, though she's passed, is my mother. My mother died four years ago from a particularly aggressive form of cancer. It was a devastating time. She was a kind, generous woman, the type who would go out of her way for anyone. This is relevant because she once significantly helped my ex-future in-laws. About 10 years ago, my ex-future father-in-law's business failed, and they lost almost everything, facing actual homelessness. My mother, who had a small rental property she inherited, let them live their rent-free for over a year until they got back on their feet. She never asked for anything in return, just did it because that's who she was. My ex-fiance and I had been together for three years before we got engaged.

I have known her for much longer obviously through my mother and there were small things, moments I probably dismissed. My ex-fiance could be very charming, and when it was just us, things were mostly good. But around her parents, she often became different, more deferential to them, quicker to agree with their often-pointed opinions. Her parents, my ex-future-in-laws, always had an air of arrogance. They enjoyed their regained financial status and often made it known. I tolerated their attitude for my ex-fiancee's sake, believing our relationship was strong enough. The engagement happened, and my ex-fiance was ecstatic. We started planning the wedding, and almost immediately, her parents insisted on hosting an engagement

party at their large home. They took over the planning completely. My ex-fiancee seemed to think this was normal. but I had reservations. During the planning calls, my ex-future mother-in-law would make these little comments about my job, or my family background. My ex-future father-in-law would usually just chuckle along. My ex-fiancee would usually say, oh, mom, don't be like that, but without any real force. I tried to suggest a smaller venue for the party, but my ex-fiance said her parents had their heart set on it and that it would be a slight to refuse.

I let it go, telling myself it was just one evening. The guest list was heavily skewed towards their friends and business associates, people I barely knew. My own guest list was small, mostly a few close friends and some extended family. The week before the party, my ex-fiance was particularly stressed. Her mother kept changing details, adding demands. My ex-fiance took it out on me a few times, short-tempered, easily irritated. Once, when I mentioned I would have loved to be part of the wedding planning, my ex-fiance made a comment about how it was probably for the best, as I had very traditional tastes and

might have clashed with her mother's more modern vision. It was an odd, slightly cold remark, but I brushed it off as stress. The night of the engagement party arrived. My ex-future-in-law's house was extravagantly decorated. I felt like an observer in my own life. My ex-fiancee was in her element, flitting between guests, beaming. Her parents were holding court, clearly enjoying the display. About two hours into the party, my ex-future father-in-law decided it was time for speeches.

He started, talking about my ex-fiance, then about me, making some generic comments. Then, he looked at me with a smirk and said, You know, my wife and I were just reminiscing the other day about your mother. She was quite the character. Always had an opinion on everything. Bit of a busybody, if you recall. That time she helped us out. Well, she certainly made sure everyone knew she was playing the saint.

I froze. My blood ran cold. My ex-future mother-in-law, standing next to him, laughed, Oh, absolutely, dear, she chimed in. She was always a bit. Much. acting like she was so much better than everyone, even when she was just poking her nose into other people's business. So generous, she said the word generous with such a sarcastic sneer it felt like a slap.

My ex-fiance was standing beside them, a fixed smile on her face. She glanced at me, then quickly looked away. She said nothing. Not a single word to defend my mother, the woman who had kept a roof over her parents' heads. The room had gone quiet. All eyes were on me. I could feel the heat rise in my face. The memory of my mother, weak and frail in her final months, juxtaposed with their cruel, dismissive words, was too much. I looked at my ex-future father-in-law, then my ex-future mother-in-law, then at my ex-fiance who was still just standing there, smiling faintly as

if nothing offensive had just occurred. I stood up. My voice. was surprisingly steady. Thank you for hosting this event. And thank you, to my ex-fiancee, for showing me who you truly are tonight. I looked around at the assembled guests, many of whom looked uncomfortable or shocked. The wedding, is officially cancelled. We will not be proceeding with this engagement. Then, I turned and walked out of their house. I didn't look back at my ex-fiance, didn't wait for a reaction. I just let me. I could hear a sudden burst of murmuring and commotion behind me as I reached the door. I drove home in a daze.

My apartment felt cold and empty. The reality of what I'd just done started to sink in, but there was no regret, just a sense of disgust at what had happened. My phone started blowing up almost immediately. Dozens of missed calls from my ex-fiancee, texts ranging from confused, what happened? Where did you go? Too angry, how could you embarrass me like this? Then calls from her parents, which I ignored. A couple of hours later, there was frantic banging on my apartment door.

It was my ex-fiancee. I didn't open it at first, but her cries and shouts of please, let me in. We need to talk. We're disturbing the neighbors. I let her in. The moment she was inside, she started alternating between tears and accusation. How could you do that to me? To my parents? In front of all those people. I asked her, how could you stand there and let them mock my dead mother? The mother who helped them when they had

nothing. Her response was, they were just joking. It was a bit inappropriate. Okay, I get that. But you overreacted. You always take things too seriously, especially about your mom. She claimed they were old-fashioned and didn't mean it like that. She said I had humiliated her and ruined everything. The argument went in circles for over an hour. She didn't understand why I was so upset that she hadn't defended my mother. Her focus was entirely on how my actions had affected her and her parents' reputation. Eventually, exhausted and seeing we were getting nowhere, I told her to leave.

She refused, started crying hysterically. then threw a vase against the wall. It shattered. That was when I told her if she didn't leave, I would call the police to remove her. She stared at me, her face with rage and disbelief, then stormed out. The next few days were a blur of informing my side of the guest list about the cancellation, dealing with vendors, and trying to process it all. My ex-fiancee continued to bombard me with messages, sometimes pleading, sometimes abusive. Her person, parents sent a few haughty texts demanding an apology for me for the public disrespect I had shown them. I blocked all their numbers. About a week after the disastrous engagement party, I was trying

to sort through things, both physical and emotional. I had a box of my mother's jewelry that I kept in a safe. These weren't just valuable items, they were pieces passed down through generations, each with a story, each a tangible link to my mother and her mother before her. I opened the safe to look at them, specifically for my mother's favorite gold bracelet. It was a unique, antique piece. It wasn't there. Panic set in. I searched everywhere, thinking I might have misplaced it. But I knew I hadn't. The last time I'd seen it was a few months ago when I showed it to my ex-fiancee. She had admired it then, commented on how beautiful it was. She had access to my apartment, she still had a key, which I hadn't yet thought to retrieve in all the chaos.

I immediately drove to her apartment. I didn't call first, I knew she'd deny it or hide it. She was surprised to see me, her expression quickly turning wary. I asked her directly, where is my mother's gold bracelet? The one for my safe. She feigned ignorance at first. What are you talking about? I haven't been to your apartment in days.

I pressed her. Don't lie to me. It's gone. You were the only other person who knew where it was and had access. She crossed her arms. Okay, fine. I have it. So what? I was stunned, so what? It's my mother's. It's a priceless family heirloom. I want it back. Now, then came the words that truly showed me the person. I had almost married. Why should I give it back? She said, her voice cold and defiant. I thought it was going to be mine anyway once we were married. It's a beautiful bracelet, and I deserve something for all this trouble. I stared at her, speechless for a moment. You deserve something.

For what? For starters, she sneered, for putting up with your endless grief about your mother for the past three years. It's been exhausting. You're always so mopey about her. I deserve some compensation. That was it. I told her if she didn't return the bracelet immediately, I would call the police and report it stolen. She laughed. You wouldn't dare. Don't be so dramatic. It's just a bracelet. Then her expression shifted, becoming almost unhinged. You ruined my life, and embarrassed me in front of everyone. I'm keeping it. It's the least you owe me. She started to get agitated, pacing her small living room. You think you can just walk away and make me look like a fool.

This bracelet is mine now. I looked at her, at the stranger she had become, or perhaps always was beneath the surface. I took out my phone, and she asked, what are you doing? I'm calling the police, I told her. I warned you. Her face paled, then flushed with anger. You wouldn't. You'll regret this. You'll destroy any chance we ever had. There is no we, I said, and I dialed 911. She started screaming then, of abuse and threats, calling me names, saying I was crazy, a monster. She lunged for my phone at one point, her nail scratching my hand as I pulled it away. I calmly gave the dispatcher my location and a brief summary. A theft had occurred, the suspected thief was present with me, had admitted to taking the item, but was refusing to return it and was becoming aggressive.

The wait for the police felt like an eternity, with my ex-fiancee alternating between screaming at me, pacing her apartment like a caged animal, and making frantic, whispered calls, presumably to her parents. When two uniformed officers finally knocked, her demeanor shamed. instantly. The moment they announced themselves, she burst into tears, rushing to the door and practically flinging it open. Officers, thank God you're here, she cried, pointing a shaking finger at me. This man, my ex-fiancee, he's been harassing me. He broke into my apartment, he's threatening me. He's trying to ruin my life because I called off our wedding. The officers

were professional. One officer calmly asked my ex-fiance to step back and let them enter. The officer asked what the disturbance was about. Before my ex-fiance could launch into another tirade, I spoke. Officer, I called you. This woman, my ex-fiance, I indicated her, stole a valuable family heirloom from my apartment a few days ago, a gold bracelet belonging to my late mother. I came here to retrieve it. She admitted to taking it but refuses to return it, and she just assaulted me when I called for assistance. I showed the officer scratches on my hand. My ex-fiancee shrieked, he's lying. It was a gift. He gave it to me. Now he wants it back to be cruel. She was clutching her chest,

hyperventilating. He's obsessed and vindictive because I couldn't stand being with him anymore. The female officer began speaking to my ex-fiance, trying to calm her down, asking her to explain her side slowly. The taller officer turned to me. Sir, can you describe the item and its value? I described my mother's bracelet in detail, mentioned its significant monetary and immense sentimental value, and explained that it was an antique, passed down through generations. I told him I had proof of ownership and its appraisal. Meanwhile, the female officer was trying to get a coherent story from my ex-fiancee, who was now sobbing about how I was twisting everything and how the bracelet was a token of my love. After a few minutes, the taller officer asked my ex-fiancee directly, ma'am, do you have the bracelet this gentleman is describing?

My ex-fiancee hesitated, yes, I have it, she finally said, her voice suddenly defiant. Like I said, he gave it to me. It's mine. He can't just decide he wants it back because he's having a tantrum. And where is the bracelet now, ma'am? The taller officer asked. Another hesitation. It's safe, she said evasively. It's not here right now. I put it away for safekeeping because he's been acting so erratically. I was afraid he'd try to take it. This was a new lie, I could tell. Her eyes couldn't meet mine. or the officers. The officers exchanged a look. The taller officer told me, sir, given the conflicting

stories and the value of the item you're describing, this isn't something we can resolve entirely on the spot. We will need to take formal statements from both of you. Since this woman admits to having taken possession of the bracelet, but claims it was a gift, and you claim it was stolen, we will be opening an investigation into alleged theft. He then turned to my ex-fiance. Ma'am, making a false police report is a serious offence, as is theft. We will need your full cooperation. You will be contacted by a detective. He handed us both a card with a case number on it.

My ex-fiancee stared at it as if it were a snake. The officers documented the scratches on my hand and took down my details for the formal statement. They cautioned my ex-fiance about any further contact or harassment towards me. The entire scene at her apartment was tense and ugly. It was clear the police were taking my claim seriously, but also that this was just the beginning of a process. They didn't arrest her then, as the immediate possession wasn't confirmed and she'd manufactured a, weak, counter-narrative about it being a gift and not currently on the premises. I don't know what to do anymore, update one. Thank you to everyone who commented on my original post. I've read every single response.

The overwhelming consensus seems to be that I am NTA, not the asshole, and that calling the police was a justified action. Your support and clarity have been helpful during this incredibly difficult period. A few common questions came up, so I want to clarify some points. Many of you asked for more detail about my mother's help to my ex-future in-laws. It wasn't just a small loan. My ex-future father-in-law's business went bankrupt, and they were evicted from their home. They had two young children at the time, my ex-fiance was a teenager, she had an older brother too. My mother owned a small, three-bedroom house in a decent neighborhood that she inherited from her parents.

She had been renting it out. She moved her tenants, amicably, with plenty of notice and helped finding a new place, and let my ex-future in-laws live in that house, rent-free, for nearly 18 months. She also helped my ex-future father-in-law with networking to find a new job, using her own professional contacts. They never paid her back a penny for the lost rental income or the use of the house, and she never asked them to. She said helping a family in crisis was its own reward. Knowing this makes their comments at the engagement party even more galling. Several people wondered why I didn't see the red flags with my ex-fiance or her parents sooner.

It's a fair question. I think, like many people in relationships, I focused on the good. My ex-fiance, away from her parents, could be kind, funny, and loving. I saw her parents' arrogance as their issue, not hers, and hoped she would grow out of their influence. I also believe I was, perhaps, too forgiving, too. too willing to make excuses for her because I loved her and wanted the relationship to work. My mother's illness and passing were very hard on me, and my ex-fiancee was supportive during the initial period of grief.

However, in retrospect, her support was often superficial. She'd say the right words, but there were instances where she showed impatience. Now, they paint a clearer picture. the bracelet itself, it's an 18th century gold piece, with small diamonds and sapphires. It's been in my mother's maternal family for generations. Its monetary value is significant, yes, appraised a few years ago for insurance at around $25,000. But the sentimental value is immeasurable.

It's one of the few things I have that my mother wore regularly. Reading your comments solidified my resolve. My ex-fiancee's statement about putting up with my grief and therefore deserving the bracelet was the point of no return. It wasn't just the theft, it was the absolute coldness and the rewriting of our history together to paint herself as a victim and me as a burden. After my initial call to the police when I confronted my ex-fiance at her apartment, I went to the station the next day and filed another formal police report for theft. I provided the officer in charge, with all the details, a description of the book. bracelet, its appraised value, photographs of my mother wearing it, and a copy of the insurance appraisal which listed it under my mother's name and then mine as inherited property.

I also gave a statement about the circumstances of the theft, including my ex-fiancee's admission that she had it and her refusal to return it. The police formally contacted my ex-fiancee. They didn't just take her word for it that it was a gift. The evidence I provided clearly showed it was an heirloom. My ex-fiancee's reaction to formal police involvement, as you can imagine, was explosive. She called me from a blocked number, but it didn't go through. My ex-future in-laws also attempted to intervene, but not in a constructive way. My ex-future father-in-law called the officer and apparently tried to suggest this was all a lover's quarrel

and that I was unstable and vindictive because of the cancelled wedding. According to the officer, my ex-future father-in-law was rather condescending and demanding, which did not help my ex-fiancee's case at all. My ex-future mother-in-law apparently tried to call me multiple times, leaving voicemails that were a mix of famed concern and veiled threats about my future prospects if I continued this persecution of her daughter. The police went to my ex-fiancee's apartment with a warrant to retrieve the bracelet. This is where things took another dark turn. My ex-fiancee initially denied having it there, then claimed she'd given it to a friend for safekeeping, a lie, and a contradiction. After pressing from the officers, under threat of being arrested for obstructing justice and for the theft itself, she finally admitted what she'd done. She had taken the bracelet to a pawn shop a few days after taking it from my safe and sold it.

She claimed she needed the money because she was distraught and needed to get away. This was a lie, of course, she had a well-paying job. She simply wanted to hurt me and profit from her theft. The police were understandably, furious at this development. Selling stolen goods is a more serious offense. They managed to track down the pawn shop. The owner remembered my ex-fiancee and the bracelet. He had already sold it on to a private collector who specialized in antique jewelry.

So, the bracelet is not back in my possession. The police are now treating this as a felony theft and dealing in stolen property. My ex-fiancee was arrested, processed, and charged. She was released on bail, paid by her parents. The situation is now far more serious than just getting a piece of jewelry back. My ex-fiancee has crossed a line into significant criminal behavior, all stemming from that initial, disgusting, display at the engagement party. There's no both sides to this. Her actions have been consistently destructive and malicious. Update 2. Hello everyone. It's been about five months since my last

update, and a lot has transpired. I figured I owed one final chapter to those who followed this story and offered their input. As mentioned, it's been a little over five months since my ex-fiance was arrested and charged. The legal process, as many of you warned, is incredibly slow and frustrating. My ex-fiance's initial reaction to being charged was, predictably, unhinged. Through her lawyer, she initially tried to plead not guilty, with her defense strategy apparently being that I had given her the bracelet as a gift and then, in a fit of peak after the engagement was called off, falsely accused her of theft. This was, of course, easily disposed. This was, of course, easily proven by my evidence, including the insurance documents and photographs and the timeline of events.

There was no occasion where such a gift would have been made or made sense. My ex-future-in-laws have been bankrolling her legal defense. They've spared no expense, hiring an attorney in our city. Their public stance, from what I've heard through the grapevine, as I have zero contact with them, is that their daughter is the victim of a vindictive ex-fiance and a misunderstanding. They've apparently been trying to salvage her reputation amongst their social circle, though with limited success once the word of her arrest and the nature of the charges began to spread. My ex-fiance herself has become increasingly erratic.

I've had to take out a restraining order against her. After her arrest, she violated the initial conditions of her bail, which included no contact with me, multiple times. This included, leaving dozens of rambling, abusive, and sometimes tearful voice-man. from burner phones. Sending emails from newly created accounts with similar content. Driving past my apartment building at odd hours, which my doorman noted and reported to me. She even approached one of my close friends, launching into a tirade about me, accusing my friend of taking the side of an abuser. My friend was quite shaken and reported the incident to the

police, which helped solidify my case for the restraining order. There was one particularly disturbing incident. About two months ago, I came home to find the word liar keyed deeply into the driver's side door of my car. There was no direct proof it was my ex-fiancee, but given the ongoing harassment and the timing, it was a day after a pretrial hearing that apparently didn't go well for her, the police strongly suspected her. However, without a witness or camera footage, they couldn't charge her for it. The stress from this entire ordeal has been immense. It's affected my sleep, my ability to concentrate at work. I haven't dated or even thought about another relationship.

The sense of betrayal cut very deep. The biggest development is regarding the legal case and the bracelet itself. The police, through the records from the pawn shop and subsequent investigation, managed to trace the bracelet to a private collector. It was a complicated situation, as the collector had purchased it from the pawn shop without knowledge of its origin. After being contacted by the authorities and informed that the item was verified as stolen property belonging to me, a formal legal process began to recover it. Stolen property, regardless of subsequent transactions, legally remains the property of the original owner. Eventually, the bracelet was retrieved by the police.

It was held as evidence for a period. I was informed that the collector, while an innocent party in the transaction itself, was understandably, seeking to recover their financial loss. The prosecutor's office assured me, and the collector, that they would be pursuing full restitution for my ex-fiancee as part of her sentencing. This means the court would order her to repay the collector the amount they had paid to the pawn shop. It was a relief to know the system aimed to make all innocent parties whole, though the primary burden for that would fall squarely on my ex-fiancee. I finally got the bracelet back last month, after it was officially released from evidence.

Holding it again was an odd experience. It's still beautiful, but it feels tainted by what she did. There's a small scratch on one of the gold links near the clasp that wasn't there before, likely from rough handling at the pawn shop or by her. Faced with the overwhelming evidence against her, including the recovery of the bracelet and her admissions, my ex-fianceist lawyer advised her to change her plea. Last week, my ex-fiancee pleaded guilty to felony theft and dealing in stolen property.

Her sentencing is scheduled for next month. Her lawyer is arguing for no jail time, citing her previous good character, which is laughable, and the emotional distress she was under. The prosecutor is pushing for a stricter sentence, including some jail time, restitution for the cost of the investigation, and a long probation period. My ex-fiancee had a complete breakdown in court when she entered her guilty plea. It was a theatrical, sobbing, self-pitying display. She wailed about how her life was ruined, how she never meant for any of this to happen,

and how I was cruel and unforgiving. It was all about her. There was still no apology, no acknowledgement of the pain she caused, or the malice behind mocking my mother or stealing a cherished heirloom. Her parents were in the courtroom, my ex-future mother-in-law also weeping dramatically, my ex-future father-in-law looking grim and furious. I've also learned through mutual acquaintances that my ex-fiancee's life has indeed deteriorated, largely by her own actions.

She lost her job due to the ongoing legal issues and her erratic behavior. Many of her former friends have distanced themselves. The perfect life she and her parents were so keen to project has crumbled. So, that's where things stand. My ex-fiance is a convicted felon awaiting sentencing. I have my mother's bracelet back, albeit with a new, unwelcome memory attached to it. Thank you to this subreddit for being a place where I could share this without judgment when it all first blew up.