Reddit Stories - DESPERATE Longing_ The FORBIDDEN CONFESSION to My Mother's Spouse_

Episode Date: September 2, 2025

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #desperation #longing #confession #familydrama #secretsSummary:A Reddit user shares the story of their desperate longing and the forbidden confession they have for their mother's spouse, creating a family drama filled with secrets.Tags:redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, desperation, longing, confession, family, drama, secrets, relationships, taboo, stepfamily, forbidden love, emotional turmoil, moral dilemma, personal story, advice, supportBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6237355/support.

I hope you enjoy this story. Is it incorrect for me to convey to my mother and her spouse that I am eagerly anticipating reaching the age of 18 to move out of their residence? As a young man of 16, when I was just a child of 5, my mother, aged 34, had an affair and left me and my dad, 35M, for a wealthier man, for two years, I only saw my mom like four or five times, I can't even remember but not more than that, then she disappeared and didn't contact us again, I even thought that she was dead. I think my dad thought it was too much responsibility for him or was angry at my mom, and somehow wanted to take everything that reminded

him of her away so he sent me to live with my maternal aunt and I only saw him like two or three times a month, for half an hour. Unfortunately, my aunt died of cancer last year. I thought my dad would take me in but he's busy with his new family, wife and kids, my grandma, dad's mother, wanted to take me but then my egg donor came out of the blue to take me. When she came to take me, it was the first time I saw her in nine years and it felt weird and it sucked that she hugged me and kissed me as if nothing happened in those nine years. She married the man she left us for and they now have three kids, 10M, 8F, 7F. I've been living with them for six months now and I spend most of the time in my room,

since we are in another city six hours away and I have no friends here. we rarely speak, she tries to talk to me but I ignore her and her husband. They try to include me in activities but it sucks seeing them play the perfect family when I missed everything as a child so I don't really like them. Her husband tries to make me call him dad, he tries to spend time with me and talk to me, he knows I love tennis so he learned about it and has listed me in tennis lessons and wants to talk about it all the time he sees me, he even wants to take me to some matches. He introduces me as his son and I hate it since all I see is the guy. that stole my mom from me when I needed her the most. It happened yesterday. He asked me to go with

him to the grocery store, and then he met a friend of his and as his friend hasn't seen me in any family photo, he asked about me and then my mom's husband said, He is my firstborn, you didn't know about him because he was living with a sister of my wife's. I didn't make a scene there, but when we got out, I told him to never say he is my father. He is just a home wrecker who stole my mom. We got home and he told my mom then my mom, almost crying. said, you hate us that much, don't you? So I said, of course, you left me and now you want to act like nothing happened by playing the happy family. T.B.H. I can't wait to turn 18 and leave, and I'm not sure if I ever want to see you again. She started crying and her husband comforted

her, so I just went to my room. They tried to talk to me, but I've just ignored them. I told a friend of mine about this and he says I'm T.A. Update one, not really a big but something is something I guess since a lot of people have been texting me. My mom and stepdad have been so apologetic. They try to talk to me, but I ignore them. I know it makes me sound terrible, but I can't. I've tried to look at them differently since I posted here by the first time, but I can't. Heaven knows I've tried. I want to try therapy. I need someone to talk to, and I let my mom know it again, but her husband keeps insisting that we must go together to do some family therapy. I don't really want him there because I don't see the point of it. So, I'm going to do what somebody suggested. I told

him that I'll do the therapy with him, and once we are there, I'll tell the therapist that I don't feel comfortable with him there. Maybe that works. I don't even know if this is moral or even fair, but I don't know what else to do since he has refused to let me go by myself. He already booked the appointment. It's this Tuesday at 3 p.m., so that's what's happening now. I'll let you know if my plan works. Verdict, not the a-hole. comments where OP has replied. Malibu Cat 48, NTA I'm so sorry for the life you've had. It's hard being a teenager under any circumstances, but you've been dealt a bad hand,

and your feelings are valid. Is there any chance you could still live with your grandmother? Your mother and her husband are trying to make up for the wrong she has done, but if they care, they might let you live with your grandmother if it would make you happier. If that isn't possible, see if you can get into therapy. It won't change your situation, but it will help you cope with it. Good luck and I hope things work out." O.P., they don't want and my dad doesn't want to take me.

Commentators asked about why O.P.'s mother not visiting him and if O.P.'s father's family hated her. O.P., remember I lived with her sister. Not my dad's family so there was nobody stopping her from visiting me. No bus 5303. NTA I'm sorry but you mom is way too much she expects you to jump into her arms and everything will be okay it's not she cheated and now she wants to be in this perfect fantasy land whereas sunshine and rainbows my advice turned 18 get a job and bolt. O.P. I tried to get a part-time job now but she refuses because her husband convinced her,

I need her permission here. Mini update, my life sucks. Mom and dad try to fix what they did but what they don't understand is that once a heart is broke there is no way to put it together as it used to. Now they cry as if they were the victims here. Ha ha ha, isn't that hilarious? Comments where O.P. has replied. Commentator asked how O.P. I'm doing a little better. Therapy sessions are just the therapist and me, except for the first one in which my dad was present. Because he wanted to tell me something important, anyway, I'm doing better for myself. I'm stuck here.

but I'll make sure this man pays for my college. I'll move out anyway. Small update, he wants to adopt me. Mom's a fair partner, the man she left me for now came up with a great idea of adopting me, and I'm like, dude, no matter how hard you try, I'll never forgive you, you'll never be my dad. The jerk bought me a car on my 17th birthday, and that's when he came with the wonderful idea of adopting. I haven't used that damn car, my friends call me ungrateful because they wish. their parents gifted them such a thing. The only good thing about living with them is that I can

have my privacy and they respect it. Sometimes I feel sorry for him because he is trying so much to make it up to me but then I remember all the damage he caused and many abandonment issues I have because of that. My mom? Well, we kind of improved our relationship. I wouldn't say I trust her, I wouldn't say I love her either, but we've got to have open conversations in which we bear our souls. I don't buy some of her shitty excuses but others seem reasonable even more now that I look backwards. We've had some therapy sessions together in which we both cry like babies ha ha ha ha. Comments where Op has replied. Night 300 about the adoption thing.

I don't know the laws about regarding this, but I think child welfare professionals will ask the kid how they feel and they will determine if this is in the child best interests. In your case, if you've shown such big hatred towards him to the point you had due go to therapy, then an adoption will probably not happen. The adoption will also result with you resenting him even more. To be honest, I don't know why he thought that it will be a good idea after you've shown how much you don't like him. About your friends. If you've already told them how much his actions screwed you and still invalidate your pain and only see the money your mother's partner spend it as a proof of affection, then drop them.

These friends are materialistic assholes that I would not be surprised if they will end up doing what your mother has done. BTW. How do you get along with your half-siblings? O.P. I don't really know the kids. We've interacted a few times, but we aren't like super close. Update 2. It's been a while. Hi, guys. I know it's been a long time since I posted here for the last time.

T.B.H. I had even forgotten about this post until I saw a video on TikTok like five days ago, it was my original post and some people were asking for an update. I wanted to comment to let them know what had happened but my profile picture is a photo of me and I didn't want to feel vulnerable and I also think that if everything started here, I should post the update here. It was hard to log in since I had forgotten the password but I see that a lot of you guys have been reaching out. I highly appreciate that you guys want to know if I'm okay. Sorry if I haven't replied to your comments. I have not checked my Reddit account in year and the reason why I post this five days later, it's because I didn't have much time,

I'll tell you why, sorry if I make any mistakes typing this, it's a Saturday, 11.08 p.m. and I'm on my phone. Grandma died like eight months ago. We weren't close, but it was still sad. I could attend her funeral. That's where I saw my dad for the last time. He has cut me off his life completely and I don't know why. I saw him at the funeral. We hugged. I've tried calling him after that, but he didn't pick the phone. And like two months ago he blocked me on everything. It's hard, it hurts, not going to lie, but I won't beg for a relationship. He'll regret it one day to find out he rejected someone who loved him and looked up to him, someone who'd have died for him. I'm already 18, I'm preparing my uni application to attend the uni next year. I want to apply for

an architecture program. I'm already working as an assistant at an architecture firm, a job my stepdad got me because he is friends with one of the senior architects. They don't pay that much, but it helps me get some experience. My mom and I have improved our relationship. I wouldn't say I trust her or I love her as a child should love their mom, since I still hold some resentment, but our relationship has improved a lot. She still refuses to answer some of my questions. I don't think she ever will, but we have made some progress. She doesn't want me to move out. I'm planning to do it January next year, since I just turned 18 and need to get figure out some things. As for my stepdad, it might sound weird, perhaps I'm just being manipulated or this is a consequence

of my traumas but I've never felt loved by anyone like by him. I think he truly cares about me, he worries about my needs and insecurities. One day I even told myself, so this is what a parent's love feels like. Maybe, just maybe the lack of affection given to me by those who were supposed to love more than anything make me appreciate the things he does a little bit more, because I need you to understand that I didn't have that growing up. My dad never called me to see if I've got home or school safe or if I needed something, but S.D. does. I'm literally bearing my soul and I have never said this to anyone, but I like when he calls me son I just pretend I don't ha ha ha. I still call him by his name, but he tells me he dreams about the day I get to call him dad. I don't think I ever will,

but let's see what happens. He was against the idea of me working, since I didn't need to cuss he can provide, but ultimately, he doesn't have a say. He tells me I don't have to worry about rent or funds because he will provide, but I don't think I want to be totally dependent for five years. So this is pretty much what has happened. I don't know if this is the update you were waiting for, since some of you wanted me to run the second I turned 18, but I still need to find things out and be capable of affording a safe place.

Now on to the next story. Story 2. Am I wrong for not cooking Thanksgiving dinner and spending the day at the beach instead? I 27F have solely been responsible for cooking Thanksgiving dinner for 20 plus people for the last eight years. I do all the shopping, cooking, and setting up. Months before Thanksgiving I start looking at grocery prices and tweaking recipes to fit dietary restrictions Caribbean family, vegans and pescatarians, meat eaters. I also make enough for the college-aged kids to have leftover.

I usually make three turkeys, two party pans of mac and cheese and a party pan of mashed potatoes, stuffing, green bean casserole, collared greens, yams, mini-safood quiches, stuffed mushrooms, rolls and a salad from scratch. Plus all the desserts apple pie, sweet potato pie, cheesecake, homemade ice cream and breads also from scratch. I start making stocks and doughs Tuesday night. I bake my bread for stuffing and make my cheese and cheese and cheese. cake and pies Wednesday after work.

Cook all day Thursday so we can sit down and start eating it by four so my aunts who work the night shift as nurses can enjoy. Every year people invite unexpected guests and it becomes 30 plus. I would be okay if it were plus ones but my mom invites her friends and their kids. My mom and aunt ask me to make additional turkeys and some sides for their units. I never feel appreciated for everything I do to make it special and accommodate everyone. This year I'm separated from my husband and I really don't feel like bending over backwards cooking for people who don't even leave me leftovers to make a sandwich the next day.

This year I've decided not to cook and just spend my day at the beach, the only bonus to living in Florida. I was asked how much the adults should zeal me for Thanksgiving groceries at the beginning of the month and I told them I'm not cooking. Today I received a zelle from my uncle and when I returned it he asked why, I reminded him in the family group chat I wasn't cooking. Now they want me to cancel my plans and cook. Am I the odd for not wanting to? Edit 1. This is my favorite holiday but my separation has left me emotionally exhausted and without any passion to cook.

Edit 2. I don't actually mind the cooking for my family. I look forward to it. The unexpected guest a little. The thing bothering me is that I expected to do this year is that I wanted to celebrate the only holiday I look forward to with my husband. I wanted to share the dishes that I love and scheduled chaos with him. I'm upset because I don't get my husband. They may not understand it, but I took on this holiday because I enjoyed it. Comments where Op has replied, The fact that everyone relies on you for all food is insane and you should all bring dishes. It's partially my fault since I'm neurotic when it comes to this particular holiday.

I want traditional American food and they revert back to Caribbean roots. When I first started it was just family and I that was 15 people now after a few marriages it's 20 base that's without the three leaving to work the night shift at hospitals. I genuinely enjoy it but with the stress of my separation I mentally do not have the fortitude to do it. A regular dinner for myself is hard enough to put together. We rotate holidays. New Year's and at one's house, Easter and Christmas Eve at Aunt Two's house, Fourth of July at Aunt Three's and Thanksgiving at mine. How do you cook? three turkeys. Intervals. I start with a spatchcocked one early in the morning. For leftovers,

I start the whole one at 11 a.m. and pull it out at 3 p.m. for dinner and the table. For the third, I break it down into six pieces. Also use it for leftovers. That one goes in when I pull the whole one. More on the emotional toll this is taking on op. I've been going through a separation I've lost 30 pounds this year because I don't have the passion I once had to cook nor an appetite. They've noticed my lack of cooking and commented on it. I'm usually okay with cooking for that many, but the emotional toll the separation has left me leaves little to no energy for anything but work and necessities. I eloped last year and they don't acknowledge the relationship being significant.

I mentioned not cooking over the summer because I'd be with my husband but A. In late October I was clear I wouldn't cook and to make other arrangements. How long have they known you're not cooking? I told them late October, I reminded them mid-November and today when I receive the money. Delegate Try delegating in 2021 after surgery and it was a mess even though I was in the kitchen showing them how to do simple things like great cheese or pass the potatoes through a food mill. They have all the recipes and exact ingredients down to the brand but choose to substitute

cheddar with velvita and ask why it doesn't taste the same. Someone says oops mom should cook this year and oops response made me spit out my drink. The last good thing my mom made was breast milk. She's permanently banned from the kitchen due to almost fires and food poisoning instances. OOP is voted antea. Update Excuse typos currently enjoying the small four pack of Woodbridge wine while watching the crown with my husband by his bedside. More on that later.

I actually listened to you guys and I didn't cook. The weather wasn't the best so I didn't end up at the beach but sat by the pool did some work and journaling. I enjoyed margaritas by the pool and wine at dinner. I don't know how I was able to drink all day and get everything done by 4 p.m. dinner was late. We didn't end up eating until 6 p.m. so the people who worked that night just took to go plates and couldn't eat with us. My mom called a few times from the kitchen asking how to turn on the oven, make a pre-made ham and turkey. My aunt asked for the recipes that I previously emailed and asked if I could come over and supervise. I ignored the calls and texts.

I did end up carving two-thirds turkeys ate and helped clean up and went back to bed. My mom's friend ended up bringing herself and six other people, empty-handed. The creepy family friend did the usual show up empty-handed, eat, grab, to go plates and leave. My cousins were bummed they didn't get leftovers for finals. They were also shocked to see that their favorites weren't made and it didn't taste the same. No one took leftovers home besides my mom's friends, they cleaned us out. I think they finally realized how much goes into it because my aunt complained that she had to go to multiple stores even though she was making one-third of the food. My mom ordered from the fresh market and that was too much. Thanksgiving Day my husband

and I spoke and had a great conversation about moving forward with the separation what it's going to look like for us financially and a rough timeline of when we should be legally divorced. Saturday morning I get a call from my husband's local hospitals saying that he was got injured while running. He had a stress fracture that resulted in a complete break in multiple places and needed surgery. Since I'm legally still his wife and he has not updated his emergency contact I flew up and I am currently at his bedside hoping I can get his family out here to take over. He didn't expect to wake up with me being there but was happy and thinks we should try counseling. All in all I'm emotionally drained.

Working from his bedside. I should be able to take him back to our house tomorrow and get him set with his family and friends to take over. It's been nice being in a cold city and seeing him after so long, but I'm sure this marriage is over. Thanks for all the advice. My therapist actually told me I have to start putting myself first and this was a good first step. comments where op has replied. Anyone telling off the people who took leftovers? It's polite in my culture to send guests home with food slash gifts. Even for a casual visit I've sent people home with something as little as a few plantin or a few pieces of fruit. We make so much because

it is common for people to stop by unannounced for holidays. My creepy uncle has brought Tuberware or asked for leftovers at formal events. He's a physician and I've seen him do it at fundraisers I've attended for work. I hope you get some counseling and start putting yourself first. My called my therapist when I landed and she literally said we just talked about this why did you drop everything and I said I'm still his wife and he'd do it for me, which is true. My nail lady called me a dumb bitch and asked to pick up something from a store here we don't have back home. Why did you separate from your husband? Different religions, backgrounds and cultures. Honestly, we care about each other but between communication.

issues and the fact that everything was rushed we never really got to know each other and after a few blow-ups where both parties said or did something inexcusable it's better for us to call it quits now before we truly despise each other. We're back to a point where we can speak without attorneys and clearly I'm here caring for him, although sleeping in one of the guest rooms versus what uses to be our room. We just don't want to go back to where we didn't recognize ourselves or each other. Just because you're his emergency contact doesn't mean you have to go to him. Yeah, but that's still my husband. I personally felt like I had a moral obligation to be there until we could get his family state side. He needed surgery and I know how much medical situations freak him.

Plus this also saved me the cost of shipping some of the items I still have here. Would he do the same? He has done so recently as well. I was hospitalized for dehydration a few weeks ago when things were contentious and missed mediation because of it. He left a work trip to be by my side. even though it was minor. We don't hate each other we just don't work as a couple.