Reddit Stories - Derailed ENGAGEMENT Best Friend's Fiancé's Jealousy Over Nickname BACKFIRES SPECTACULARLY

Episode Date: June 22, 2025

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #relationships #drama #jealousy #backfire #friendshipSummary: A best friend's fiancé's jealousy over a nickname derails engagement plans spectacularly. The friend's attempt to address the issue backfires, causing a rift in their relationship and leading to unexpected consequences.Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, relationships, drama, jealousy, backfire, friendship, engagement, bestfriend, fiancé, nickname, rift, consequences, unexpected, conflict, communication, misunderstanding, resolutionBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6237355/support.

I hope you enjoy this story. Close Companion's future spouse attempted to prohibit me from using her pet name and ended their betrothal through four text messages. The future spouse, a 30-year-old man, of my close confidant, a 29-year-old woman, is requesting me, a 29-year-old woman, to refrain from further communication. To stop calling her the nickname I gave her. I don't know how to diplomatically tell him no. So there's me, 29F,

my best friend, 29F, and her fiancé, 30M. They just got engaged last week. I'm going to be her maid of honor. Yay. Her fiancé is fine. We're not BFFs or anything, but he's cool. He's kind of a socially awkward nerd, and it's hard to get him to open up without bringing up what he's most interested in, what he does for a living, whatever TV show he's watching,

and then the conversation with him can get a little one-sided. My best friend and I have been friends since we were 15. Many years ago, before my best friend started dating her fiancé, she and I watched The Wire together. We both now consider it our favorite show. Anyway, after watching that show, I started calling her, does a nickname, because, well, her name starts with D, and also, there's a character we both liked who was also called. I almost exclusively call her by her nickname now. I got this very unexpected message from her fiancé last night on Facebook.

He told me that now that he and D are getting married. He kindly requests that I stop calling her by the nickname I gave her, as it's not a very mature way of addressing her. I would hate to think you calling her that during your speech at our wedding. He also went on to say that he never approved of that nickname anyway, because the character gets murdered in the show and he doesn't like that imagery associated with my future wife. I'm not the most diplomatic person, so I don't entirely know to respond. I'm not even entirely sure if I should say anything at all.

There's, ha ha, ha, also part of me that wants to send back. Sure, no problem, bro. I'll just start calling her Bodie instead. Or maybe Omar. Oh, I know, I'll start calling her Snoop. Snoop would be a great fit for her. A similar part of me wants to agree with him, and then, during their wedding, just use her nickname constantly during my speech.

And there's another, admittedly, angrier, part of me that wants to say, what, are you kidding me? No. Request denied. Oh, and fuck you. Don't ever dictate to me how I should interact with my best friend. There's also this weird possessiveness associated with his wording of the message. He never calls her by her name, just a lot of my future wife and my fiancé. My best friend is fiercely independent, and I know she wouldn't appreciate being talked about like that.

So maybe I should forward the message to her saying something like, Hey, your fiancé just sent this to me and I don't really know what to make of it. Edit, I forgot to add that my best friend and I are both bisexual, and we have made out in the past. Just made it out. A good handful of times in high school, we were like, we need to practice for our future boyfriends. But now that we're older, we laugh about all that now and are like, right? Yeah. Boyfriends.

Sure. Uh-huh, and, I dunno, four or five times in college, while drunk at parties. We had talked about dating each other, but, I don't know, we love each other, but I don't think we would ever be in love with each other. We're pretty different people, which is why I think we make such good friends, but not terribly good significant others. The last time we talked about being in a relationship was, like, I don't know, eight years ago. It's now only just occurring to me that maybe this has something to do with her fiancée's unexpected message. I'm about 99% sure she doesn't mind that I call her

D. She's never hesitated to let me know when I've done something to annoy her. Any advice would be appreciated. Thanks, y'all. Well, I just got off the phone with D. She called me, and I started to answer like I usually do, sup, D? But then, remembering that maybe she doesn't want to be called that anymore, I just sort of awkwardly extended that sound into her full name, so I answered like, sup D full name? She immediately said, Fiancé, told you to stop calling me D, didn't he? I said yes, and she exclaimed, what the fuck, I can't believe he actually fucking did that.

Look, I got to go, I'll talk to you, later. And don't stop calling me Dee. You got it, Dee, we said our goodbyes and she hung up. So, someone might cross a line. Update, Dee and her older brother are very close, and she wanted him to be one of her bridesmaids. I guess that would make him a bridesman? Or something? Whatever, doesn't matter. Anyway, the message her brother received said that that would no longer be happening, as the wedding was going to be traditional, and Dee's brother would be replaced with the fiancé's sister, who lives on the other side of the country, and who Dee has met, like, for times. D's cousin was also messaged, informing her that because of her lifestyle, she's

gay, she will no longer be part of D's bridal party. However, if her cousin leaves her wife at home for the wedding, her position will be reconsidered. Another of D's bridesmaids has short hair, and nose-piercing and small but visible tattoos. Again, dismissed from the bridal party, unless she changes her appearance to be more presentable. And then there was me. I guess he couldn't find much dirt on me, so he just, decided to reprimand me for my choice of nickname for her.

Or something, I don't fucking know. She was completely unaware that any of this had happened, and was just quietly sitting at home alone when her brother called her and was like, what the hell is going on? D. was understandably very confused, and her brother explained the message. At first, she thought he was kidding, but he forwarded it to her. She immediately called her fiancé, who was out with friends, and demanded an explanation. He calmly explained that yes, he did send that message to her brother, and he messaged the other members of her bridal party as well and

told her his reasons why. As if on cue, her phone starts blowing up with text. and phone calls from her cousin, understandably, as her cousin arguably got the worst message out of all of us. Dee basically said to her fiancé, you need to come home right now, hung up on him, and called her cousin. After spending time calming her cousin down, she called me, and we had our brief, but informative, conversation. And then she called her tattooed friend. At this point, it's been about half an hour since she first called her fiancé, and he still wasn't home. So she called him again, being like, where are you? Come home right now. Her fiancé then tells her, no, he will not be coming home right now. He is out with friends and will return when he chooses to. He threw in,

you're being emotional right now anyway. I expect you to stop acting like a child by the time I return. She was so furious that she just hung up on him. He finally meanders his ass home, and she immediately loses her shit at him. He keeps telling her to stop being irrational and think logically, to which she basically responded with what the fuck are you talking about. There was nothing rational or logical about what you did. He starts talking about how weddings aren't just about the bride. D. is not the type of person to think that her wedding is only going to be about her. It's about bringing family and friends together, and he can't have people like your friends in front of all

of his friends and family. What about his professional reputation? He's some highfalutin lawyer. What will his parents think when they see her friend with all the piercings? She has one-nose piercing, and me calling her some ridiculous black name during my wedding speech. Look, I never use this phrase, but this is the phrase I can think of. What is this I don't even black name? Black name? D, at this point, was so furious that she tried to throw him out. But he just sighed, sat down on the couch, and said, you are being utterly ridiculous right now. I am not leaving. You need to calm down.

So she decided to leave instead. As she was packing her stuff, he kept heaving great sighs and calling some variation of your being so irrational. Calm down to her from across the apartment. So she left. She called me, absolutely livid, asking if she could come over to my place. I, of course, said yes, and when she arrived, she told me everything that happened. There was one point when we were talking when she covered her face with her hands and just started sobbing.

She said that she knew that their relationship hadn't been going well for a while. All he did was go to work, spend time with his other obnoxious lawyer friends, come home, watch CNN or MSNBC, and sleep. Their conversations became painfully one-sided, where he would talk endlessly about something she didn't find interesting, and whenever she would try to change the subject, he would basically wait for her to stop, and then keep talking as if she had said nothing at all. He never helped clean around the apartment, as cleaning was not as important to him as it was to her, so she should do it and it was going to get messy again anyway.

He stopped holding her hand in public. If she was upset or sad about something, he would always find some excuse to leave. I mean, the list kept going. He's just this thoughtless, self-centered jerk. Honestly, I always got dickish vibes from him. See previous post where I briefly mention how hard it was to get him to talk to you unless you talked about something he was interested in, but I never knew he was that big of a dick. She and her fiancé texted last night and this morning, and again, there was more, stop this.

You're being childish. Come home, she said she wasn't being child. that there were some really serious problems in their relationship, and she didn't think they could move forward without some premarital counseling. He replied, fine. Now, are you coming home tonight? It initially took her a few hours for her to respond to that text. As soon as she read it, she slumped over on my couch, pulled her knees up to her chest, and said, I really don't want to go back to that apartment. She later said that she had a really heavy feeling that even if they did go to premarital counseling, nothing would change. She could easily see him thinking that he is

smarter than the therapist and trying to use the therapist to convince her that she's being irrational. I then asked, so, does that mean the wedding isn't going to happen? She just burst into tears again. Frown, I felt really awful asking that. I probably shouldn't have asked that. I held her and apologized and kept saying, it's okay, it's okay, you don't have to answer that right now, until she calmed down. She decided she wanted another night away from him, and she texted him to let him know that. He is yet to respond. Out of curiosity, I did ask her if she thinks his message to me had anything to do with us hooking up in the past. She said no, she never told him that she was bisexual. She said she never felt comfortable sharing that with him. She said she never felt comfortable sharing that with him.

She burst into tears again when she said this, admitting, that's probably a sign that this relationship was fucked up from the start. Anyway, Dee and I both took the day off from work. We spent it eating ice cream and day drinking and marathwining parks and wreck. We went for a walk, and she talked and cried a lot. Right now, all her bridesmaids, including her brother, are at my place. They contacted her all day, asking if she was okay and if they could see her. her. I told her she could tell them all that they could come over to my place later, and initially,

she said no. She said she was so embarrassed by everything that happened that she wasn't sure she could handle seeing everyone. I shut that down pretty quickly, saying she had nothing to be embarrassed about. All this bullshit has everything to do with her fiancé, not her. It took a little more convincing, and her friends and bro offering to bring more alcohol and ice cream, uh, but they're all here now. Her cousin brought her wife, too, and Dee started crying again as soon as they walked in and apologized profusely to the two of them. They insisted that wasn't necessary, but she apologized anyway. She's going to spend the night at her brothers tonight. I told her she was welcome to stay here, but her brother and his wife have, like, an actual house, and so there

are guest rooms she can stay in, as opposed to my one BR apartment. Said brother is making her favorite dinner right now, there's about 20 pints of Ben and Jerry's in the fridge, and more wine and vodka than you can shake a stick at. We still got parks and wreck on in the background, and we're all piled on my couch with her. She's all burrito D. up in a blanket, and I dumped a basket of stuffed animals on her head earlier today, which made her crack up laughing. Basically, we're all just trying to be there for her as best we can. Now on to the next story. Story 2. Sisters slept with husband during my pregnancy because she was jealous of my money and lifestyle. I'm 34F, and a new mom to a two-month-old baby girl.

Motherhood has changed a lot for me, but the most evident change I could find is in my marriage. I've been married for over two years now. Me and my husband shared a very healthy relationship, but with pregnancy kicking in, I feel we have grown apart. You see, I got pregnant right after our first anniversary. It wasn't planned, but I was happy to see those two lines because I thought I was in the perfect age and state of having a baby. We had our own house, Paul and I were earning well. There were some responsibilities, like Paul was saving to buy a home for his parents and I was saving to start something of our own, but responsibilities would always be there, one thing or the other,

so I considered my pregnancy just on point. However, my husband, Paul, 37M, doesn't seem to be very excited about the news. When I asked him if he was not happy about being a father, he said he was happy just that he was surprised by the sudden news. Throughout my pregnancy, I got quite mixed signals from him. Some days, he was just so loving and caring and wouldn't let me move a glass, and on some days he looked so disinterested and wouldn't even check on me. I had a difficult pregnancy with severe nausea, headache, indigestion, any symptoms you name it. I had it during those 40 weeks. I won't say Paul was rude or evil to me, but I felt he was not as involved as he should have been. For example, I used to visit my Jaina alone until my fifth month. He joined

me after I fought with him that he was careless. He said that I never asked him to join me. Does this need to be asked? You know, I have always been an independent woman and never relied on Paul for anything. I'm a go-getter and whenever I used to fight with him about being careless, he was like, you always take care of your stuff by yourself. If you needed me, why don't you ask me? It was bothering me. I spoke to some of my friends and they suggested that I stop having expectations after seeing those cute couple reels from social media. They were right, I was seeing a lot of those cute pregnant couple videos of how the husbands pamper their pregnant wives to the core. Those were raising my expectations. I tried my best to do whatever I could to

minimize my mood swings. The pregnancy period ended somehow and I'm blessed with an angel baby girl. I thought Paul would become an involved father after seeing our daughter. He was happy with the baby and spent time with her, but he was being cold towards me. I mean, I dealt with painful labor and postpartum depression. I still am suffering from that depression, but Paul doesn't care. He says he cares, but his actions don't show that. I don't see any effort. I don't see any effort coming from him. Still, now, I'm facing the same issue. Whenever I complain to him or fight with him, he says that I'm playing the victim and unnecessarily blowing up the whole situation. I don't think I'm doing any of that. I tried having multiple confrontations with him regarding the same,

but he just doesn't acknowledge that there is a problem. This anxiety is killing me. Everyone thinks that it is just my mood swings and postpartum, but how I do make them understand that the problem is beyond my mood swings. Has anyone faced something similar or is it really just my mood swings as everyone says? Update 1, thanks for all the virtual hugs, you sweet people. Addressing the most common comment on my post, is my husband cheating on me? Trust me that's the first thing that comes to anyone's mind when your husband behaves in a cold manner, especially during pregnancy. This was my first thought which came to my mind when Paul behaved weirdly with me and in my case, my doctor had strictly advised me against having sex during pregnancy because of certain complications.

Initially, I thought that was the reason why Paul was aloof. I confronted him a hundred times if this was the reason he was upset and he said, No, it didn't matter and it was a small thing we are doing to have a healthy pregnancy. In fact, whenever I used to be upset that my doctor had forbidden me not to have a healthy pregnancy, had forbidden me not to have segs while I saw other women enjoying their high libido during pregnancy, Paul used to talk me out through this that it was a matter of just a few months. You see, how confusing was his behavior. Now when I look back, I'm just amazed how he was able to pull his act together.

He acted so concerned, so thoughtful all this while when in real, he was cheating on me at my back. Yes, you guys were right, my guts were right. of late, I found Paul texting someone until late in the night. I got suspicious because he acted secretive. You know, like always guarding his phone, keeping it in silent mode and deliberately keeping the screen upside down when I was around. I wouldn't have noticed these things if I didn't find him up until three on a Friday night. We both went to sleep at our usual time, but my daughter woke up around 2.30 a.m.

I fed her and put her to put to sleep. But she was creating a fuss to sleep in her crib, so I tucked her in my arms and lay down on my bed. I'm guessing Paul didn't realize that I was still up. He slowly pulled his phone from under his pillow and was texting someone. He was facing the other side and the phone screen was facing towards me. I thought taking a peek at his screen to see whom he was texting. But just then, my baby woke up and Paul hurriedly put back the phone under his blanket and pretended to sleep. That was the moment I realized that no matter what he said, he was definitely up to something.

I didn't want to have any confrontation with him without any evidence. We have had multiple conversations before and he never acknowledged that our marriage was a sham. A mere confrontation would lead to nothing. For the next few days, I tried to catch hold of his phone, but God he used to keep it so guarded that it was just not possible for me to even touch his phone. He even used to carry his phone to the washroom. This wasn't a new thing, though. He always used to do it.

He said he watched the news while in there and played songs in the shower. So, checking his phone was not a viable option for me at all. Also, I didn't know his password. I went for the next best option, email. We have a common PC at home, but it was mostly used by Paul. When he wasn't home, I crept into the PC. As expected, he was logged in through his email ID. His email ID had the details of all sorts of activities he was up to.

His shopping details which he was showering on his mistress, the fancy restaurant bills, the hotel check-in details, and everything. I dug out everything but could not find the details of his AP. Even the hotel bookings were done in the name of Paul alone. I even tried to call the hotel and get the details of the extra guest, but it didn't work. I really don't know how to get into the details of it. I'm so exhausted with this information. But I also don't want him to have an easy escape.

I need solid evidence of his cheating. With a baby and tons of responsibilities around it, all these are just so overwhelming. I can't help but break down every now and then. Update 2. It turned out that the most beloved person in my life was the reason behind my misery. My husband and my sister. My own sister whom I have been feeding for all these years. I have a younger sister, she is 12 years younger than me.

Never in my wildest dreams, I could have imagined her cheating with my husband. It wasn't just cheating, it was that BTCH that lured my husband into her pants. I'm not saying this because my husband has manipulated me about his innocence. He is not innocent, but he wasn't the one who made the first move. He resisted it. I saw all the chats from where all this started. I feel so disgusted to call her sister now, let's call her what she is, A.W. So, that night before I wrote my last update, I had called her to tell her what I had found. Yes, dummy. Right from the time, my relationship soured, I used to share all my problems with her.

And she was playing with me and backstabbing me all this while. That night, when Paul came back home, he straight went to his PC. It was as if he knew that I had used it. He logged in and yelled at me that I had tampered with his inbox. I was shocked because there was absolutely no history of me using his PC. I outrightly denied him because in my mind I got the hint of who that W.H. Re was. His phone was continuously buzzing. I can't explain that moment.

It was so bizarre, I was feeling so dizzy. He was yelling at me for spying on him and in my mind, I was just thinking how could my sister betray me? He went outside to answer the call. I knew it was her, but I was so numb that I didn't even try to hear what he was talking. He was loud, if I just went out of the room, I could have heard him. From the room, I could hear him saying, I don't care, I don't give a. F. to what will happen to you. I know that girls cheating with their

sister's husband is not that rare. In my case, it was unbelievable for me because of the dynamics we shared. She was 12 years younger, so right from the time she was born, I was overprotective of her. I was her third guardian after my parents. When I started earning, I became her ATM. My dad had retired by then, so I took up the responsibility of her education literally for her upbringing. Paul is 15 years older to her and she used to consider him as an elder brother figure. How could I ever imagine that this little sister could do such things? The next morning I went to my parents' house. She was sleeping.

Yes, she still stays with our parents because she doesn't earn. She is yet to find her passion. Coming autumn, she is enrolling for her masters and guess who's paying for it, me. While she was sleeping, I logged into her email on my iPad. It wasn't difficult. She was still using the same email ID I created for her when she was in her teens. I just needed OTP which I checked through the locked screen of her phone. Then through that, I accessed all her backed up WhatsApp chats.

I transferred everything to my email ID. I also logged into her IG and FB using the email ID and fetched everything I could. It didn't take time. Besides, it was still 9 in the morning and she didn't wake up before 12. My mother was babysitting my daughter while I was gathering the evidence. She was suspicious to find me doing something in my sister's room while she was asleep. But my mom never questioned me. She knows that I won't do anything wrong to anyone.

I was done taking the evidence, I left. I didn't erase any footprints of tampering. I wanted her to know that she could not outsmart me any further. I came home and read all those thousands of message exchanges between them. She was eyeing Paul, right from the time we got married. It started by sending funny reels, then flirty ones, and then the seductive ones. I'm not trying to defend Paul, but I saw he was just responding with laughing or hard emoticons to those reels and videos and nothing else. Things escalated between them during my pregnancy, when my doctor abstained us from sexual relationship.

I told my sister about it and she used this opportunity. There were just hundreds of messages and memes she sent to him, which meant that he was sexually starving during my pregnancy. She also sent him pictures of herself. It started with normal pictures trying out new clothes and then she moved to bold ones, showing off her assets. That B-T-C-H played out smartly. She wanted to check Paul's reaction with the normal pictures, memes, and reels.

When she saw that he didn't tell me, she moved to bold ones. When they fully got indulged, there were messages from Paul where he was scared of ruining our marriage and asking her to stop all this. Of course, this cannot be an excuse to forgive him. I'm never going to do that. Paul did betray me. There were thousands of moments where he was. he could just stop all these, but he didn't. But more than Paul, I feel betrayed by my sister. I remember when my daughter was born, everyone in the family teased her that now I was going

to love my daughter more than my sister, but I promised her that I would never stop loving her, but now I do. I hate her. When she woke up, she blasted my phone with her calls. Soon after that, I got a call from Paul, but I ignored it. Within an hour, he was home. This time he wasn't defensive. He was like, so you know everything. He tried to explain that he resisted it, but it was she who forced him into it. He said his biggest mistake was not informing me about her advances in the initial days. Later, he gave in thinking it was too late to inform me. I didn't say a word. I just asked him to call that W.H. Re. I want to hear from her why did she do that? I called my parents as well.

When they arrived, I deliberately took my own sweet time to put my daughter to sleep before talking to them. I wanted them both to feel the anxiety. My parents got the vibe of what was going to happen because my mom saw me doing something in that W's room in the morning. I went outside and asked her to confess. She just kept crying and said sorry, it was a mistake. My parents asked me what was happening, but I told them to ask her instead. I compelled her to speak out what she had done in detail, starting from all the seductions. It was humiliating for her, I felt satisfied. I was suffering in my relationship for months

and now it was her turn to suffer. She confessed that she was attracted to Paul because of his gentleness. Not only that, she wanted him because he earned well. She was like I was done being your puppet, you were bossing around me because you provided for me, so I wanted to have Paul so that I could of everything you have and I don't need your money. My mother slapped her for saying this, yet she continued telling me how disgusted she used to feel while taking money from me, but she had no other choice. I asked my parents to take her out and that I have no sister from that day. I disowned her completely. My parents tried to calm me down because they understood the repercussions. If I was disowning her, I'm no longer going to provide for her,

she was about to join a master's course which I was funding. I'm definitely going to stop that. My parents were also worried that now I would not pay for any of her needs and it would come on them because that Rie was jobless. They insisted that we sit and talk, but I was losing my mind on seeing her which face. I told them to take her away before I strangled her. After they left, Paul tried his best to defend himself saying how much he resisted and all that. I said I didn't care how much time he took to take off his pants for that W.

The bottom line was that he cheated and I cannot forgive a cheater. I told him to pack his belongings and leave and that the divorce papers would reach him soon. He tried all sorts of ways to talk me out through this, but I was adamant about kicking him out of the house. He packed his stuff and left the house because he didn't have any other choice. I didn't let him touch my baby. He requested me to let him hold the baby before he left, but I didn't let him enter my daughter's room. He was always an absent father. He didn't care about her when she was in my womb, nor did he care for her after she was born. I didn't want him to shower fake tears when all of this was over.

Later that evening my mom showed up. She said she was there to support me emotionally. She was devastated that I had kicked Paul out of my house and was planning on divorcing me. She told me to reconsider my decision because apparently, my sister seduced him into this while he was resisting him. I said the same thing to my mom that he might have resisted it, but ultimately he gave in. He had many opportunities to confront me before giving in, but he didn't. I wasn't in the mood to buy that excuse. This happened two days ago.

My mom is staying with me because I'm just so mentally distraught to think straight. She tries to pacify me, but I'm just waiting. for the divorce papers to arrive and I kick Paul out of my life. My sister wanted to have everything I have, I'll ensure that she is never going to have half of what I have. Update 3, this post just blew up unexpectedly after my last update. Thanks for all the love and support. It really means a lot. I'm in a much better mental state than I was in the last one year. It took 20 days for the divorce papers to reach Paul. I took the full custody of my daughter. that goes without saying. I got the house in which we were living because I paid for more than half

of the mortgage. Since I was earning equal to what Paul was, if not more, I didn't get any alimony, neither did I ask for it. Getting rid of him and ripping him off the house and from daughter's life was good enough revenge for me. Paul and I were planning to quit our jobs eventually in the future to start something of our own and I was saving money for that. Paul won't get a penny from that savings. Thank God it was not there in the joint account. Paul was saving separately to buy a house for his parents. Good luck with his parents' house, his own house, and his business venture. I also got to know something hilarious after my divorce.

My sister thought that Paul earned significantly more than me and that I was showering his money to provide for her education and other stuff. She wanted to have Paul so that she could cut me off from between and get the money directly from Paul. Jokes on her. Paul is knee-deep drowned in other responsibilities than caring for his mistress and providing for her education. When Paul got to know the real intention of her seduction, he was the first one to despise her and run away from her. My parents tried to subtly convince me not to cut off my sister financially, especially her master's program fund, but I didn't entertain it. I told them up front that I paid for her college and she is a college graduate, she should be capable enough to move her ass and

earn her living or fund for her higher education. They didn't force me further. As for her is concerned, she never showed her face to me again. Neither I want to see her again. I have blocked her so that her picture doesn't pop up from here and they're on social media. The last I spoke to my mom, she told me that they had given an ultimatum for her to find a job for herself as they no longer could bear her expenses of over-exensive food items and clothing. I'm glad they did. She needs to understand the value of money. As for Paul, I have no idea about him. During our divorce, he was living with his parents.

His mother calls me sometimes to check on my daughter and ask for her pictures and I gladly oblige. She has always been nice and sweet to me so I just don't want to punish them for what Paul has done. Currently, I'm just happy and busy raising my daughter. She is learning to speak mommy in a gibberish way. She never fails to amaze me with her new skill every single day and I'm enjoying every bit of it. My maternity leave is ending this month.

I have taken an extension for another month. I'm yet to finalize a full-time nanny to take care of my princess while I'm at work. Wish me luck, it's difficult but I'm confident that I and my daughter would sail through this.