Reddit Stories - Family Secrets Unfold A Tale of Betrayal ( Over 3 Hour Compilation ) - Episode 9

Episode Date: February 9, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #betrayal #familysecrets #drama #emotional #storytelling  Summary: In Episode 9 of "Family Secrets Unfold: A Tale of Betrayal," hidden truths emerge, challenging familial bonds. The revelations lead to intense confrontations and emotional turmoil, as characters grapple with their past decisions. This gripping compilation explores the complexities of loyalty, trust, and the consequences of long-buried secrets.  Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, betrayal, familydrama, secrets, emotionalconflict, storytelling, relationships, confrontations, truthrevealed, familyties, trustissues, narrative, podcast, compilation, episodes, drama, betrayalstoriesBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6816713/support.This episode includes AI-generated content.

Relax and enjoy the following compilation of stories. I hope you enjoy this story. Allow my spouse to engage in relationships with other individuals in order to salvage our union. Presently, she is departing from me for one of them. I have been grappling with my purpose for quite some time. Years now. I fail to recognize the difference between right and wrong now. I don't blame anyone but me for this.

I let my wife do everything she wanted just to have a happy married life. I followed her in that route knowing that I didn't like it but did it anyways to keep her happy. I needed a place to pour out my heart without any hesitation. Who else then to a stranger I can say that I let my wife sleep with other men to keep her happy? I, 36M, have been married to my wife, Bonnie, 32F, for seven years. We had known each other for a while. a long time. Bonnie is my best friend's sister and we were a part of the social group from our early 20s. We were seeing different people initially but in our late 20s, we fell for each other and got

married. We had a beautiful marriage. Our social circle was common and we had known each other for a long time. For the first three to four years, we never faced any serious challenges in our relationship. Minor disagreements were there which was normal. But after that, she started nagging about our dull life. She always had complaints about how our relationship is losing the spark. It took me some time to figure out what she wanted. I'll come to that eventually. We were doing everything to keep our marriage refreshing.

Went on dates, hiking, vacations, parties, games, everything. Did everything we used to do during our courtship days. Strangely, she wasn't spelling out what she was. actually wanted from me. She would just rant and crib about getting bored. When I asked her what she wanted me to do, she would say, look it up, there are so many new things going on. People are experimenting with new stuff to keep their bedroom life thrilling. So, I looked up. I came up with various ways to spice up things. We started with role plays, SX toys, and then slowly we moved to BDSM. We even took a crash course for that. Yes, it was shocking for me too. I had no clue of its existence. There are

professional trainers who train you for that shit. It was fun. I had no complaints. Everything we did was within the realms of marriage and no third human being was present in between us. Our relationship got better, but my problem was not over. Bonnie was enjoying every new thing we tried, but her happiness didn't last long. She used to get over it very soon and wanted something new always. It was like drugs to her. The initial dose that makes you happy doesn't keep you satisfied when you do it over and over again. You always want more. After a year of this, I ran out of ideas and almost gave up, but we still continued with the stuff I mentioned above. Things got wild after our South Asia trip. We were put up on this public island in

South Asia and we found several massage parlors there. There was something off about those massage centers. Firstly, it said erotic massage and your private mass serve slash masseuse. Secondly, one of the highlights in the advertising board said, your identity is confidential. Like, what the hell? Bonnie was curious about the whole thing. She went and inquired more about it. It was about getting a massage from the opposite gender with more focus on the private parts. I rolled my eyes and got over it but Bonnie didn't. She pestered me to try it at least once. She portrayed it as some kind of Asian cultural stuff but trust me, it wasn't.

On the day of our return, we finally tried it. So, I enter the private cabin, there is a woman in a bikini waiting for me. I lie down, she starts with a back rub. She literally throws herself on me, I can feel her front, you know what I mean, on my back and then she asks me if I want her to get rid of her clothes. I panicked and said no and asked her to stop. I honestly thought that to be some of a scam or honey trap something. I got dressed and rushed outside the cabin. I called Bonnie but she didn't answer.

I asked for her in the reception and got to know she was inside, enjoying the session. I was anxious, not knowing what to do. I spot a man who looked like someone from the States. Very hesitantly, I approached him and asked him if this is what they do inside and he said yes, they provide all kinds of service, not only the massage, all means literally all. He assured me it wasn't scammie, but they charge you for all extra services. I was partially relieved that Bonnie was not caught in any scam but dreaded what was going on inside. After a couple of hours, she came outside with a wide grin on her face.

Her young Masser followed her to the front gate, smiling and talking to her flirtatiously, and she reciprocated. We went outside and she asked me how it was. I was like, you knew what happens inside. She rolled her eyes and said yes. I asked her, and you liked it. She grinned and said, yeah, it was so much fun. The guy was so good at his work that I just wanted more and more of him. I asked her what did she do?

She was like, normal stuff, erotic massage, and some tongue action. Down there? She nodded and made me feel all was normal. That's how we got into the game of actual exploration. We came back home and she couldn't stop talking about the benefits of massage. I told her I had no problem with normal spa and massage which we get all. often but not that erotic BS, but she convinced me to try a couple massage once. After some pushback, I agreed to try this we called a professional Massur home and he did what

he had to. Bonnie used to be very happy and excited during this entire phase. Our relationship indeed sparkled and I felt we were again a newly wed couple who just couldn't get enough of each other. This went on for a few months and as usual, Bonnie's excitement faded away sooner than I anticipated. Then one day she comes and says, you know couples who open their marriage are the ones who live happy forever because they are bonded by love and not any other boundaries. She eventually arrived at the point that we should also open our marriage. Obviously,

I flipped out. She showed me several research articles that supported her claim. I said we already have professionals coordinating this stuff, threesome, BDSM, etc. She said, she's She said she no longer enjoyed it with professionals and now wanted to try it out with normal individuals. She showed me many married couples who were into this, couple swapping and stuff, and they had happy long marriages. I was still not convinced when she suggested that we try it out with one such married couple and see how it goes.

She promised that we would stop it if I didn't feel comfortable. I agreed to give it a shot. I won't say it wasn't fun or I didn't enjoy it. I did, but it felt like taking an illegal substance. You know how it feels. It gives you pleasure, and you enjoy the highs, but when you wake up the next morning, you feel bitter about your choice, you feel hollow. Eventually, we got into all kinds of stuff, swapping, hookups and whatnot.

Every time it was about let's do this once and then it was like, okay, this would be the last time. All this continued for over two to three years. Initially, I used to go silent after every session, but then I stopped thinking about it. Maybe everything happened so fast that I wasn't able to process it and just went with the flow. On a side note, yes, our relationship strengthened, we didn't fight, and Bonnie used to be happy. We had set up some ground rules like, no emotional cheating, never fucking anyone in our bedroom, not hiding anything from each other, and if we ever get feelings for anyone, will stop seeing them and

confront each other. A year ago, I met this woman, Ella, and felt that she had the vibe I'd been looking for. Yeah, before that, let me tell you that my count in hookups was way, way less than Bonnie's. Women, generally have an easier way out finding men. Bonnie did set up a dating profile for me, but my problem was, I was looking for people with similar mindsets but people there on that platform wanted actions and not vibes. So, after a while, I stopped trying aggressively. Coming back to Ella, I met her at work. She had a breakup recently and was single at that time.

She was a contractual employee hired to assist me on a short-term project for a year. We bonded over work and eventually, I told her about my marital status. She was amazed that Bonnie and I were so open-minded. Ella and I started meeting outside work hours and yes we were. got into a physical relationship but the thing was, I was getting emotionally attached to her. Not only in bed, I wanted to meet her outside. I stopped chatting with other women, and even when anyone hit on me, I avoided them. My equation with Bonnie was not going great. Though we lived in the same house, we had our own worlds. Yes, we were there for each other whenever we needed our better half,

but the love was slowly sneaking out. Before I met Ella, there were times when I wanted to come out of this. I even discussed with Bonnie that we have had enough of all this and now we should switch back to a monogamous relationship, but she was not done yet. She said okay but not now, we are still young and unexplored. Then I met Ella and I stopped whining about this to Bonnie. After a few months, I realized I was getting serious about Ella,

which meant I was emotionally cheating on Bonnie. So, I confronted Bonnie and told her everything. She freaked out. She said it was indeed cheating and I should immediately stop seeing her. I tried to push back but she laid a choice, either Ella or her. I chose my marriage and gradually got distant from Ella. She understood my coldness and by then her contract was about to be over and she left the office. I felt lonely again.

More than lonely, I had anger and frustration for Bonnie. This was not the life I wanted. A week ago, I was sitting idle and Bonnie was in the shower. Her phone was vibrating. Out of curiosity, I sneaked in. We never checked each other's phones. I mean we knew what we both were doing, so what's the point? There were incoming messages from someone saved his future.

I opened the chat and found she was in a relationship. with this man and the most shocking revelation. She was planning on divorcing me and he was doing the same with his wife. It gave chills to my bones. I looked for other chats but found none. She was not chatting or seeing anyone else but this man. I looked up the timeline and found they had been in a relationship for more than a year now. Even when I confessed to her about Ella, she was swearing her love to this man, yet she didn't tell me and instead asked me to break up things with Ella. I wanted to confront her right there, but by now, I have become numb. I don't actually feel anything. So, I just kept the phone back and pretended nothing happened.

Bonnie and I are almost strangers living in the same house. After a week of knowing this, I don't feel anger anymore. It's more of a betrayal. I have an existential crisis. What I have done with my life. I don't want to confront her. I just want to vanish from here. I have a therapist appointment, but that's after four days. I have to sort out other stuff too, but not before letting out my emotions, so I'm here. I know I called for my misery and now I have to deal with it. Update 1, thanks for the incredible support. Really means a lot. I knew I would be called weak, Simp, and all sorts of names, maybe I'm all of it. A stranger's comment cannot hurt you more than a betrayal from your loved ones.

I have attended two sessions with the therapist and it helped me clear my head. I basically had two choices. Confront her and burst their racket or silently sort out my shit before they attack. I followed the second one. I pulled out my contribution from the joint account. I wanted to change my workplace because this one was close to Bonnie's and under no circumstances I wanted to cross paths with her. I discussed that with my manager and he said there might be an opening in another location

but that's in the next town. I said I don't mind. He's yet to confirm that to me. I'm also seeking other job opportunities far from this place, maybe neighboring town or outside the country. I'll look for the place once the job thing is sorted. I also reached out to call it my guilt or desperation, but I wanted to tell her the truth. I asked her for a meeting, but she refused.

I insisted that I needed to confess the reason for my separation, and she agreed. I told her the entire story. Also about Bonnie's plan of divorcing me and my counter plan of ghosting her. She said she was sorry for me but wanted to stay out of this mess. I respect her decision and didn't contact her again. I hired a divorce lawyer to sort out the matter. Our marriage was complicated. It wasn't the case of infidelity.

Emotional cheating is not a thing in the law. Not that infidelity is criminalized in states, but it plays a part in alimony. A gentleman from this community cautioned me that a good lawyer can make a lot of difference in alimony and settlement. I hired one of the best lawyers in the town, a little expensive, but I hope it's worth it. He assured me he would save me the alimony because Bonnie earned a substantially good salary, if not more. He asked me to remove Bonnie as my nominee from all kinds of legal documents and insurance. That is still in process. So, yeah, that's all the update I have for now.

Thanks again for all the support. I look forward to the comments, both good and bad. Update 2, I have quite an update this time. As I mentioned in my last post, I had almost sorted out all the stuff before serving her the divorce papers. The divorce papers were in. Before that, I had thought of various ways of bursting her bubble, but when the time actually came, all I wanted was peace. I wanted to silently move out. I did the same.

When she was at work, I packed all my stuff, loaded it on my truck, and moved out. I kept the signed divorce papers on the dinner table with my lawyer's contact and a note saying, Saved your time and energy of preparing divorce papers for me, here you go. By the time, she returned home and found the note, I was already in my new apartment next town. My manager helped me get a transfer to different office location and found a place nearby. I haven't informed a lot of people about this place. It's just between my brother and my parents and yes, Ella, come to that in a while. Bonnie contacted me but I had blocked her from all platforms. I could see her calls

and voicemails piling up in the blocked folder. I knew she understood my message. She was no fool. After a while, I got a call from her brother, my friend from college who introduced Bonnie to the group. I didn't respond to him. He sent me an angry voicemail asking me to talk to Bonnie. It was like, you ghost my sister for your lust. If you don't come clean, I'll hunt you and your slutty mistress wherever you are, you can't hide from me. WTF. I opened some of the messages from Bonnie and found she was accusing me of cheating with Ella. This was just so disgusting. I was saving her reputation, but she was sabotaging mine. Instead of responding to his calls, I sent him the screenshots where Bonnie was discussing with AP about divorcing me. He responded, can we talk? I don't understand what

you guys are up to. I said I didn't want to discuss this over call and asked him to meet me in the evening. He came calm. I told him I didn't want to involve him because she's his sister. I told him briefly about what had happened between us. Not the kind of details I have rambled on here but a summarized version of it. He was shocked that his Lil's sister was up to this. He asked me about Ella. Bonnie had told him that I had ghosted her because of Ella. I told him the truth. I didn't need to do this, yet I showed him the emails and chats where I had stopped all communication with Ella. After the confrontation, he was not completely on my side, but he wasn't bitter at me either. He said, I don't know what to do now,

I'm at a fix. I said I understand and you don't need to take a side. He asked if I was serious about the divorce. I said yes and Bonnie was also planning for the same so it's better we separate amicably. That's all has happened until now. Update 3, this is going to be a shorter one. After meeting me, Bonnie's brother clarified the matter to her parents. Apparently, Bonnie and her parents were blaming him for introducing me into her life. So, he revealed the whole truth and eventually Bonnie also confessed the same.

to him. He texted and apologized to me. Bonnie tried to involve her parents and her brother to get a better divorce settlement from me, but they all left her alone to deal with her shit. She demanded a huge alimony, but my lawyer was harsh. Since she was earning quite well, he didn't let her have anything from me. After a lot of two and fro on the settlement terms, the divorce was finalized. I haven't had any updates about her since then. Last week, Her brother called me. During the divorce and even after that, he sometimes used to text me but it was just about checking up on each other. We never discussed Bonnie. This time, he brought her up. First, he asked me about Ella. Honestly, I downplayed my emotions and said we were not

sure yet. He told me that Bonnie's condition had deteriorated and she had to be taken into therapy. AP has ditched her. There's no better way to say this, but AP realized that she's a swinger, who jeopardized her stable marriage into a cheap thrill show and he cannot trust that woman. He had promised Bonnie that he would divorce his wife once our divorce was settled, but he ditched her at the last moment. Good for him, he dodged a bullet. I'm not sure if his wife knows about this entire thing. Bonnie is not a fool to have not reached out to her. I'm sure she would have. She would have tried all means to destroy AP's life after he betrayed her, but I don't know anything about it and neither I asked her brother about it. About me, I have settled quite well in this new town.

Upgraded my car. Have set up the house. Not a fancy one but a cozy tiny place just matching my taste. Oh yes, I missed out on giving the details about Ella in the last update. So, yeah, we are together now. After my last meeting with her where she wanted to stay out of it, I didn't contact her, but she sometimes used to text me to check upon my well-being. Gradually, we started talking regularly and I gave her updates about my divorce and stuff.

We are not an official couple yet, but I find her very mature and understanding, the kind of people I'm into. We are yet to confess our feelings to each other, but unofficially we are a thing already and I think she feels the same about me. She had subtly told me that she's looking for a monogamous relationship and in no circumstances she would tolerate any sort of polygamy. I assured her that I'm also of the same morals and that whatever I did in the past was for the sake of my love for Bonnie and to save my marriage. I know she would need time to trust my words and I completely understand her. I also want to take it slow. Tomorrow's Ella's birthday and she wishes to celebrate it with the special children in the child care home, and I'll be driving her there.

I have made all the arrangements and it's going to be a surprise for her. I'm sure she's going to love it. She really loves children and is also associated with the NGOs working for children with special needs. So, yeah, I'm looking forward to have a good time with her. Now on to the next story. Story 2 Discovered my wife cheating on me after she went out at night with her best friend, so I caught her red-handed with her app.

So, my 27M wife, 24F, often goes out on a Friday night with her best friend and usually doesn't get back until 4 a.m. the place she goes to closest then, so no big deal every time she's been out. She's always come back. It does slightly bother me that she's out every Friday and never gets back until so late as we do have three-year-old twins and it seems irresponsible. But that's for another discussion. Anyway, this Friday, she went out, as usual, and I woke up and she wasn't there, even though it was 6.30 a.m. so, I texted her and called her to see where she was. She had not sent a single message to me all night and had not indicated in any way that she would be staying out. So, naturally, I was worried sick. Roll forward to 8 a.m. And I got a text saying, sorry, babe.

I stayed at a friend's house last night. Now, I know this person and I wasn't too bothered. Just slightly pissed off that she never thought to say anything before. Roll forward to Saturday night. I was on her iPad, as we shared it. And suddenly these strange messages came through from her best friend saying, Where did you go last night? I'm so upset that you just left me.

Now, I was confused as to why she would have said this as I assumed she had gone to her other friends with her. So, yes, I know this was wrong. Curiosity got the better of me. I opened up a messenger to see what was going on, to which she said to her friend that she stayed over at some lad's house. Now obviously, I was super pissed reading this, and all sorts of thoughts were going through my head. And I confronted my wife about it. We argued, and it was mostly her saying how she regretted doing it and how she was so drunk she didn't know what she was doing and that nothing happened. I slept on the sofa that night, as I was so angry and upset, I didn't even want to see her.

Yesterday, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I confronted her again and basically said, I need the truth. She came back saying that she swore on our kids' lives that nothing happened. But still, I can't stop thinking about it. What are the chances of someone going back to someone else's house after going out drunk and just falling asleep? It just doesn't seem to add up. And they don't know what to do. I understand the general consensus is divorce.

I understand why, but divorce is a massive thing. Not just for the effect on me, but on the kids too. If I didn't have kids, I admit this would have been done long ago. A lot of people have been asking if she's not. always been like this. In short, no. It started three or four months ago when she got a new job and met her new best friend. Her job is stressful and she was diagnosed with depression, which is half the reason I allowed it. I don't own her, so I don't see why I get to allow her to do anything. Looking at it now, I've been a pushover, and that ends now. I hope you enjoy this story.

I was not included in my daughter's marriage celebration because I did not meet their standards, so I revealed information about her spouse's relatives on the internet. As a result, their company is experiencing setbacks and the wedding has been called off. Greetings to all. I, 50, female, have a 26-year-old daughter, Megan, who is supposed to be getting married to her fiancé, Reggie, in a couple of weeks. Unfortunately for me, Reggie comes from a very influential family. and they believe that I don't belong at their wedding, which is why even my daughter has turned against me.

I have raised Megan all on my own ever since she was around 10 years old because my husband died in a road accident. I did have a couple of relationships in the last 16 years after my husband had passed away, but my main goal was always to make sure that Megan got the best of everything and that I was able to give her the life that my husband would have wanted. I thought that I had done a good job raising her on my own, but now, I'm not so confident about that anymore. A few days ago, she came to my house and told me that she had a discussion with the family, and all of them thought that it would be for the best if I stayed out of the wedding. Reggie comes from a pretty wealthy business family, and they own one of the biggest PR agencies in the country.

So naturally, they do get to be in business with a lot of industry hotshots. When she visited me last, Megan told me that after speaking to her fiancé and his family, all of them thought that I was just not going to fit in with the rest of them and not only would it be awkward for everyone else, but most of all, it would be awkward for me. So keeping that in mind, they had decided that they would have a private ceremony just for the family later on but at this wedding, where everyone was invited, I wouldn't be present there. Since somebody like me just wouldn't fit in at the actual wedding. I couldn't even understand what on earth that was supposed to mean because it's not like I am some uncivilized gorilla who doesn't know how to behave in public

and is going to embarrass them. So I knew that it had to be about my financial situation. I guess that Reggie's parents had probably wanted him to get married to somebody who belonged to the same tax bracket and were already disappointed enough that he had chosen Megan since she definitely did not belong to the same kind of financial background. They had made their peace with that somehow, but I guess they were just not ready to accept that they would also become related to me after the marriage and I should have guessed that this was going to happen right from the beginning. I told my daughter that I might not be as well off as them, but I made the best of my situation and I raised her completely by myself. so I would say that I'm just as great as them. And even if I don't have a huge business of my own, I'm content with what I have. I've been a realtor for most of my life and have made a decent amount of money in my lifetime. And I still have a couple of good years left in me, so I have no intention of stopping so she

should let them know, in case that's embarrassing them. I told Megan that I was a hardworking individual and I could see that she and her fiancé and his family had no respect for me just because I was not earning as much as they were. and all of a sudden, just because I was not as rich as her fiancé and his family, even my own daughter refused to acknowledge my existence at her wedding. I was heartbroken, but I was not going to let go of my dignity, so I told her that I was not going to be attending the wedding if that's what she wanted. She tried to talk to me after that and explained to me that this was not personal but I had no interest in hearing her out and I told her to leave because I just didn't even want to

speak to her anymore. It had become very clear to me that in the last three years, that Megan had been dating Reggie, she had been completely brainwashed by him and his family, and now, she believed that money was everything. I was very disappointed in her, so I did something that now, in hindsight, I'm not sure was the right move. Anyway, the day that she visited me to tell me that I wasn't going to be invited to the wedding, I was very upset and disturbed, and I couldn't bring myself to do anything that day. But the next one I woke up, I decided that something had to be done and that this kind of disrespect could not go unanswered. I decided to go online and post about what had happened on Facebook.

I did not spare any details spoke quite freely about what had happened and about how I felt in this situation. At the time, I didn't think I was doing anything wrong and I still don't really think that I screwed up, but maybe I shouldn't have acted so hastily. Anyway, after I made that post, I didn't actually expect anything to happen but I had tagged Reggie and his family members in the post. Now his family is quite well known, so when people saw that post, of course, they started gossiping because nobody expected them

to act like this with the mother of the girl that their son was marrying. After posting it, I decided to go about my day as usual, and a couple of hours after that, I started receiving multiple messages and phone calls from Megan's father-in-law to be and he had started begging me to delete that post

and undo all the damage that I had caused to their reputation because people had started texting them to let them know. that they were very disappointed in their behavior, and they had expected them to turn out to be so elitist. I had only answered one of his phone calls, and before I could even say anything, he started begging me to take the post down because since he owns a PR firm. His reputation is very important to him and his entire business would collapse if word got out that he had been treating people like this. But after hearing him out, I simply said nothing and hung up, yet he continued to message me.

Some people had even said that they wouldn't be attending the wedding because they wanted to show their support for me by doing so and when I opened Facebook, I saw that I had a bunch of comments and really supportive ones at that, from a lot of people who I didn't even know. I truly had not been expecting a reaction like that and it kind of validated my feelings. So I contacted Reggie's father and I told him that I would not be taking that post down because he and his family had brainwashed my daughter and they had really insulted me by telling me that I would not be invited to their wedding because they'd have. did not think, that I would belong there. So now, somebody like me was going to show them their place. After that, I blocked the numbers he had been trying to contact me from, and I didn't feel bad for him in the slightest. But then, Megan called me up and she was sobbing on the other end.

Now, no matter how mad I am at her, I'm still her mother and I started feeling terrible because of how violently she was sobbing. I could tell that she was really distressed, and in spite of myself, I could She couldn't help but try to calm her down and console her. She told me that she knew that I was disappointed in her and that what she had done was not the right thing to do, but she was just in a very difficult spot with Reggie and his family and she thought that I was going to understand. She kind of dropped a lot of hints that maybe Reggie's family had insisted on not inviting

me to the ceremony and that's why she had been pushed into a corner. But still, being my daughter, I would have expected her to fight for me and I was upset that she had given up so easily. Anyway, after a point, she told me that now what was done could not be undone but the least that I could do was at least take that post down because it had created a lot of trouble in the family, and even though I was the one who had done it, everyone was pointing fingers at her. She tried to reason with me and told me that this power trip was eventually going to cost her relationship and being her mother. Surely I would want to forgive her for her mistakes and not continue to take my anger out on her even after knowing what kind of difficult

situation she was in. And at that moment, I had to make a decision and I decided that I was not going to take that post down because I was really hurt. I deserved to get my side of the story out there, so Reggie and his family would know that they couldn't treat people like crap and then get away with it. I tried to explain that to my daughter, but Megan started crying even more and said that she was exhausted from having to pull off this balancing act all the time. Because On one side, she had Reggie and his family and on the other side, she had me. Obviously, she wanted to value all of us equally but no matter how hard she tried, it just wouldn't work out and she was just sick of it.

So then, she told me that I was ruining her relationship just because I wanted to get back at Reggie's parents than she had nothing more to say to me and hung up. Now I feel really bad and I'm not sure about whether I should take that post down or not. So I'm here to ask you guys, Ida for making a post that exposed my daughter's fiancé's family for being elitist. Edit, alright, a lot of people seem to think that I was a bit all over the place in my original post and don't really understand exactly why Reggie's parents don't like me. So I'm going to try and be as clear as possible in this edit and I'll also try to provide

a little bit more context so people can come to a conclusion. Basically, since his parents are quite well off and are very class conscious, they never really liked me because I did not belong to the same tax bracket. Just to be clear, as I mentioned in my original post, it's not like I can't afford anything, but I lead a life like most normal people do. And I guess that they just can't stand the fact that in spite of being significantly below them in terms of my finances, I'm still not treating them like they're anything special. Megan had told me that at the beginning of their relationship, Reggie's parents had not even liked her and had thought that she was a gold digger, but eventually, she had broken the ice.

with them. So I already had a fair idea of what kind of people they were, but nevertheless, when we met for the first time, I tried to be as cordial as possible, and I was my usual friendly self. But I guess I did not like that because later on, Megan told me that Reggie's parents had told him that I was a bit too frank for their taste and thought that I did not have any idea of how to conduct myself among people of their social class. I thought that it was a very unfair judgment because by then, Megan and Reggie had been together for almost two years and I thought it would be nice to try and be friendly with them. Anyway, after that I realized that they probably expected me to treat them like royalty and I wasn't ready to do that. So whenever I would

meet them after that, I would try to be civil to them, but I wouldn't speak to them much if I could avoid it. And so, the relationship between me and Reggie's parents had already been pretty strained. So that's why, in my original post, I said that I wasn't surprised and I should have seen this coming right from the beginning. Anyway, Reggie's parents and I have always had problems and even though I've always treated Reggie well, I don't think I can say the same for Megan's in-laws. They have always been kind of cold with my daughter, and even though that was in the beginning and she really wants me to believe that they have changed and have warmed up to her,

I refuse to believe it because if they really had accepted her, then they wouldn't have forced her not to invite her own mother to the wedding. Update 1. Hello, Everyone. So I last spoke to Megan a couple of days ago and I had told her that I was not going to take that post on because I didn't think that it was necessary. The post had stayed up and the comments had continued to pour in. I was quite happy with what was happening because apparently, it was not just me that they had been treated terribly, but even some ex-employees had started commenting about how

they had been treated while they had been working in Reggie's family business. So in a way, I think I had done a good thing by exposing them to the kind of people that they are. And even though I knew that Megan was really upset with me and would probably not speak to me, I decided not to give in to the pressure because even she had disappointed me with her actions. It was a very tough call to make for me because after her father had passed away, it was just the two of us against the world, and she was the one person in my life that I never thought I would lose. But here we were, not speaking to each other, and I really didn't know what to do. I had pretty much made up my mind that I was not going to speak to her until she apologized,

but I hadn't blocked her or anything because I wanted to keep that door open. And last night, Megan decided to text me and when I received that notification, I thought she was going to apologize. But she was only telling me that she and Reggie were considering postponing the wedding until all of this had blown over because my post had created quite a stir and his family did not think that getting married right now would be the right move for their image. Apparently, Reggie's father was even planning on coming after me legally, even though he did not have a legal leg to stand on because this is technically not even defamation since this is something

that actually had happened. I didn't know what to say to that, so I just texted her back saying, Thank you for the heads up and I left at that. So then, she replied to me to ask if I really had nothing to say about the fact that she and Reggie might have to postpone the wedding, something that they had been looking forward to for the past couple of months, just because of my post. I started getting frustrated at that point because I felt like Megan was only thinking about herself and Reggie, but not about me. And I know that at this point, I shouldn't even be surprised, but it still hurts. Anyway, I decided to ignore that message, but she texted me again and said that she needed

an answer from me because after everything that had happened, the least that we could do was be honest with each other because I owed it to her since I was the reason that her wedding and even her relationship was at stake. That message really got under my skin because even after everything that happened, she believed that I was the one who owed her something. So I typed out a message in the most sarcastic tone possible that I was really sorry she wasn't so much trouble because of me since I should have known that she was a spineless puppet of her fiancée and his family, and it was obviously not her fault that they had manipulated her into not inviting her own mother to the wedding. The same mother who had raised and supported her all on her own. It was obviously my fault that her fiancée, and his family were terrible people and thought that I was beneath them just because I was a hard-working individual who had built a career for myself instead of just capitalizing on all the wealth

that my family had already left me. Which is what Reggie's parents had done. It's obviously my fault that her grandparents were just common folk and not business tycoons. Had that been the case, I probably would have been invited to the wedding. Unfortunately for her, she got stuck with a commonplace mother and that was the root of all her troubles. After that, I did not want to hear from her, so I muted her and decided that I was not going to speak to her until she apologized to me in person. Even if she does that, I'm not sure if I'll be able to go back to having a normal relationship with her since this is all just ridiculous. Update 2 so since I had muted Megan days back and had not been responding to her messages, Reggie decided to call me up today. He sounded very upset, but I tried not to feel too bad for them because when it had really come down to it,

neither of them had defended me and stood up for me. And he had very obviously chosen his parents over me, so I had no reason to sympathize with them. Even then, I did answer the phone call because he called me about four times before I finally picked up. And I tried to be as civil as possible with him. He started off by telling me that he and Megan were really sorry that they had not been able to convince his parents to let me be present at the wedding and the most that they could do for their actions was apologize. But they couldn't exactly go back in time and change it. So, it would be pointless for me to keep that post up because now, the entire family was gossiping about them. And they were thinking about canceling the wedding entirely. He told me that I knew how much this

wedding meant to Megan because right from her childhood, she had been crazy about weddings and would always dress up as a bride whenever she was playing. Even up until recently, she had been so excited to get married, but now, she was not even sure if that was going to happen anymore. The only solution to the problems would be for me to take that post down and then maybe his parents would take the initiative of speaking to me in person and try to sort things out with me. But until I took that post down, nobody was going to back off, his dad had even started speaking to an attorney, and he asked me to delete it, just for my daughter's sake. Once again, it was very difficult for me, but I had to tell him that I was not going to do that

because this had come to a point where if I took that post down, it would be admitting that I was giving up. It would be like admitting that I was going to let my daughter, him, and his parents walk all over me without any consequences. And worst of all, it might seem like me backing off, and I was not willing to do that. I didn't even care how petty or immature it seemed, but at this point, if his parents were not apologizing then I did not see the point of taking that post down. Reggie got a little worked up and he told me that there had been enough consequence of that post and now, it was pretty pointless to let it stay up. I was only letting it stay up out of spite and nothing else and I agreed with him. I was keeping that post up because I wanted

to teach his family a lesson and even though I had already accomplished that, I didn't think that it was going to mean anything until they had apologized. It was very little that I was asking for, and if he couldn't even get his parents to do that much, maybe they didn't love him as much as they thought. So instead of asking me to do certain things out of love for my daughter, maybe he should be asking his parents to do it for his sake. And I don't think he had expected me to turn the entire argument around on him. So he started to fumble his words and stuff and eventually, he just resorted to emotional manipulation. He told me that he had always considered me as one of his parental figures, ever since he had come to know me, and even I had

acknowledged the fact that he was like a son to me. So I should think about him and my my daughter, and I should think about that happiness. It was really ironic to me that he was playing all these cards without actually thinking about what he was saying, because if he really had considered me a maternal figure and considered himself to be like my son, then he would have stood up to his parents when they had said that they did not want me at the wedding. Not even my daughter did that, let alone him. So if I couldn't even expect that much of them, it was ridiculous of him to expect such things from me. And I told him that no matter what he said at this point, I was not backing down and I was going to make sure that I got the apology that I

deserved. I also told him that instead of wasting his time arguing with me, and trying to with me, he should probably be speaking to his parents because if this actually does go to court, they will be at a lot more trouble than me. I don't have any disgruntled ex-employees out to get me as well, but they do and they will definitely testify against his parents if I approach them and that means that their company will take an even greater hit than it already has. He tried to accuse me of blackmailing them, but I was only giving them a heads up. Anyway, after that, he was pretty much just grasping at straw, so I hung up and I told him that I did not want him contacting me anymore after this

unless it was to apologize sincerely, not these fake apologies where they would only say sorry because they expected me to take that post down and make it all right with his parents. Just so that they could get married. Update 3. Hi, Everyone. It has been three weeks and I still have been three weeks and I still. have not taken that post down. And ever since I had that last conversation with Reggie, neither he nor Megan have tried to reach out to me either. And obviously, his parents have nothing to do with me. But today, I noticed that Reggie and Megan had posted that they were supposed to get married in two weeks,

but unfortunately, that would not be taking place anymore and the wedding had been postponed indefinitely. They said that they were still together, and they were going to be together for the foreseeable future, but due to unavoidable circumstances, the wedding had to be postponed. I didn't know how people had reacted to that information because comments had been disabled on that post. If I'm being honest, I do feel kind of bad for them because even though they had treated me badly, I'm sure that it was very difficult for them to come to the decision to postpone the wedding as well. Although I'm not even sure how much of it was their decision, since I'm pretty sure that his father and his PR company had a lot to do with this move.

They care a lot about their image and reputation and will do anything to protect it, so in all probability, that's a huge part of the reason why they had to postpone the wedding at all. Anyway, over the past couple of weeks, I have received hundreds and hundreds of messages and emails from several people who have been treated badly by Reggie's parents, and to my surprise, it's not just ex-employees. They even cut ties with a bunch of their family members who did not fit into the image of a perfect aristocratic family. For instance, Reggie's father does not speak to his brother anymore because he has stepped away from corporate life and instead, he wanted to work on a farm and that's what he still does now. But unfortunately, Reggie's father does not think that his respectable work and so, they have not been in touch for several years. I didn't even know that the man had a brother, that's how they treat him. It's very strange to me that in spite of having grown up with money, they act like it's the only thing that matters and are willing to cut people off if they don't fit in with the image they are trying to

cultivate. I guess that on some levels, it makes a lot of sense that they own a PR company because they are so incredibly shallow that superficial appearances are all that they care about. Personally, I'm glad that they don't like me because I guess I'm too real for them. And I think my lucky star is that they hated me enough to completely ruin their relationship with me because now, I never have to talk to them again and even if my daughter does get married to their son, I'm going to make sure that I keep my distance from them. All of them, not just his parents, update for, Hey, everyone. So, several months have passed since I made that post against my daughter's future in-laws. And their business might have recovered, but unfortunately, it came at the cost

of their relationship with the kids. As I had guessed already, the reason that they had to postpone the wedding was because Reggie's parents believed that it would be bad for their image to get married while they were in the middle of so much controversy. However, I guess they just got sick of waiting after about three weeks and they just did not want to be caught up in our fight anymore. So the two of them decided to elope and posted it online without letting anyone know. That was another controversy, and eventually, that ended with Reggie's father disowning him. But I don't really think he cares because he and Megan have decided that they're going to start their own business and they might not make as much but they're going to be happy.

I know this because about a month ago, they came to my door to apologize to me. They told me that they had been antagonizing the wrong person and did not want me to feel like I was the villain anymore because I really wasn't. If anything, I was the only person who made sense and they were really sorry about everything that they had put me through. They confessed that they had been brainwashed and manipulated by Reggie's parents and he did not want to lose out on the fortune that his parents would leave for him as inheritance. Which kind of makes sense because I don't think I would have given that up if I ever had been

in his place. But eventually, he realized that he was turning into his parents, and Megan also felt terrible about these things, so they had decided to try and make things right with me. They did not care about the inheritance anymore and all they wanted to do was repair their relationship with me and live life on their own terms because they were sick of being Reggie's parents' puppets. It took me a while to forgive them, but eventually, I did so because even when her dad had passed away, I did not have anybody other than my daughter and even today, I don't have anyone other than her. And this time, I felt like that apology was genuine. They did not

expect anything from me. They didn't even expect me to forgive them, but I still did. We are trying to work on our relationship because obviously, there are a lot of cracks here, but I hope that we'll be able to make it work. I'm happy with the way things have turned out, and I'm hoping that they will get better in the future. I hope you enjoy this story. Spouse forgot my special day and gifted the earrings I've always wanted to his mother instead, due to a minor disagreement we had. After I decided to end the relationship, he threw a celebration and made a purchase. Me the whole jewelry set.

I, 33F, had a really petty fight with my husband a couple of days ago, and two days ago, on my birthday, he didn't even bother to wish me because of it. The thing is, I'm trying to lose weight and get into shape. because I have pkos and that's why I keep these small cups of Greek yogurt at home because everyone knows how useful they are for anyone trying to lose weight. And I have told him many times that he has several other kinds of snacks that he can have whenever he feels hungry but for a couple of months now, he just has my Greek yogurt whenever he feels like and then, when I need it, I hardly have any left. A couple of days ago, after I came back home from work, I planned on

having a little snack with yogurt, some honey, and nuts. But when I checked it, There was nothing left and I was sure that I had two cups left over because I had made a mental note to buy some more cups in a few days. I was already very tired from work, and I was feeling cranky because I was hungry, so I just ended up picking a fight with my husband over this. I told him that it was not cool that he kept doing this, even after I had asked him to be a little more considerate, because I was really trying to get serious about this weight-loss thing and this was just one thing that I was asking of him and he couldn't even bother to care

about it. All he had to do was get his own snacks and not touch mine, but he got worked up as well. He told me it was not a big deal and I knew it was a petty thing, but it just blew up into something bigger. We only stopped arguing when our four-year-old son woke up and we put him back to his nap after dinner, but since then, we haven't spoken. I thought that things would go back to normal the next morning, but they didn't. I made it for a couple of days, thinking that maybe he would fix it, but he didn't. And then, my birthday came and went, and even then he didn't speak to me and that's when I got really hurt. Usually, he makes a big deal of my birthday, invites our friends and family for dinner, and surprises me with some amazing gifts, but this year, there was

none of that. I was really disheartened, and I cried myself to sleep that night since he was still sleeping on the couch. The next day, I found out that he had given his mom a gift on my birthday, and apparently, it was the one that I had asked for. That was pretty much the last straw for me, and I decided to confront him after I found out. The gift is this lovely pair of solitaire earrings that I had asked for about two months ago. I had been dropping hints like crazy that I wanted it

and I knew that he was going to get it for me. But yesterday, in the morning, when I woke up, I saw a post from my mother-in-law. And she was wearing those exact pair of earrings and in the caption, she had thanked her son for this random and completely unexpected gift. It really hurt me, and I confronted him about it, and that's when we finally spoke to each other after several days of ignoring each other. I was hurt that he had done something like this over a petty little fight that we could have easily solved, but he told me that I had overreacted,

and I had the opportunity to apologize, but I didn't do so. So it was crazy of me to expect him to do it, and if I was expecting him to apologize for anything at this point, he was not going to going to do it because he only did what he thought was right. So we had another fight and then, he decided to walk out. For the rest of the day, I kept trying to call him. I texted him a thousand times, but he did not respond. I even dropped off our son at my mom's place so I could go look for him personally and I drove to so many places, still calling him and hoping that he would pick up. But he didn't respond and in the evening, when I came back home, I finally gave up trying to contact him and started crying. I passed out on the couch crying and at around one in the morning,

he finally came back, but even then, he ignored me. He just walked into the bedroom and shut the door and then, this morning, he left for work even though I kept trying to talk to him. After he left, I had another crying session and I didn't even know what to do. All I knew was that I was hurt and he didn't seem to care. Neither did he care that our son was not at home, since I had asked my mom to look after him for the night. He just didn't talk to me at all, and I didn't think that was right. So I packed up my stuff after crying, and I moved in with my mom as well. And then I blocked him everywhere because that's how hurt I am. Then, in the evening, he finally showed up at my mom's house, probably after he realized that nobody was at home. And he started

begging me to come back, saying that he was sorry about everything and that he felt guilty about everything but now, I was the one who needed some time. So I told him that I was not going back home, at least not for a couple of days. And he started guilt-tripping me, saying that I was the one who had started this whole thing, and now the least I could do was try to work things out with him. But I'm not ready, so I sent him away after a lot of fighting and tears. And now, I'm questioning whether I did the right thing or not just now. I just feel confused about everything, and even my mom doesn't have anything helpful to say at the moment. So Ida for sending my husband away and saying I need time before moving back in with him? Update 1, so thank you for all the

comments. I guess I needed some clarity on the whole situation. I think both my husband and I have been acting extremely toxic towards each other and I guess we have some serious talking to do if we want things to work out. And we really do want things to work out. I mean, we have a kid together, and I think it would be for the best if we try to work things out and move past this. I do agree that he has been very insensitive and that whatever we actually started fighting about, it doesn't even matter anymore because it has come to a level where that whole Greek yogurt thing seems like a small thing. It's been three days since I posted, and for those three days, he has been trying to get in touch with me nonstop. I unblocked him a couple of

of hours after I posted here because I was feeling seriously guilty about everything that was happening. And I also had no idea what to tell our son, because he kept asking what was going on and even he was very confused. I didn't reply to him for the past couple of days, but I did speak to him today, finally. I called him up this morning, and I told him that if he wanted to sort things out with me, then I was open to do so and we could meet for dinner today. I chose a restaurant because I wanted a neutral location. And in an hour, he responded, and he told me that he would be happy to be there at whatever time I picked. So we got a call, we discussed the timings and in a couple of hours, we are going to be meeting each other. And even though I have been with him for the past seven

years of marriage, two years of dating, and five years of marriage, I feel unexpectedly nervous about agreeing to this today. I guess in the past few days, so much has come to the surface, that I feel like I'm going out on a first date with him once again. But I'm determined to lay it all out on the table and just have an honest heart-to-heart conversation with him, no matter what. Because I think in the past few years, lots of things have changed and we are no longer the people that we used to be. In fact, I think we have become one of those stereotypical couples

who let the romance fizzle out after a few years of marriage and one kid. And I don't want to be one of those people, because I know marriages like that, maybe they last, but they don't make you happy. Or even worse, sometimes they don't even last at all. So I think both of us have to put in more effort into making each other happy, like we used to before. We can't let our lives get in the way of our marriage anymore and I'm going to make sure that I mention it to him today. I know that has happened recently, it's not nice, but it's definitely not something that we cannot bounce back from. In fact, I know of several couples who have bounced back from worse.

I'm just making all this clear because I know that a lot of people in the comments of my previous post had said that I should end this marriage and just walk away. But I don't think that's the right thing to do. I really do want things to work out, and I just hope that it does. So I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I'm heading out to dinner in an hour, and let's just hope that all goes well now. Update 2, hey, so it's pretty late at night, but a few hours back, I came home from dinner with my husband. And I don't know exactly what to say about it, because a few things are still complicated but overall, I think I got whatever I wanted to say through to him.

He was also very respectful of my opinions and how I felt, and he apologized wholeheartedly for behaving the way that he did. We started off with apologizing to each other, because I think, at this point in time, it doesn't even matter whose fault it originally was. Because if we want things to work out, we can't keep playing the blame game. We are going to have to grow up and start acting like our age, instead of acting like juvenile kids from high school, so that was one thing that we agreed on early in the conversation, and agreed that that would make the rest of the conversation much easier to get through, so that's what we stuck to. The next thing that both of us agreed on was the fact that we had really let our romance fizzle out. We didn't care about our date night, we didn't care about making each other happy, all we cared about was getting through the day and that's not going to work anymore. So we had a chat of our date night, we didn't care about making each other happy, all we cared about was getting through the day and that's not going to work anymore. So we had a chat about it, and he told me that he thinks the best way to go about it would be

to opt for marriage counseling. And I agreed with him, so we decided that we would start looking for couples' counselors, and within the next two weeks, we'd try to finalize someone. Then, the next thing that we spoke about was what happened that night and about the gift. I told him that I was really heard about it, and that I couldn't believe that he would do something like this. I told him that he had taken it too far, and something as petty as a fight over Greek yogurt shouldn't have made him act like that. And I told him that I thought that he had overreacted to an insane degree. But at that point, he got kind of defensive, and even though he did admit his fault, I could tell that he had a lot to say that he was refraining from. At that point

of time, though, and things were going well, I did not want to pick a fight with him, so I just pretended like I did not notice his change in attitude as soon as we started speaking about this. So that's the part that is still a bit complicated, along with the fact that I told him that I told him that I still needed some more time. I couldn't just move back in with him and pretend that everything was okay, especially not right now, when everything was still so fresh. I told him that I believed that taking some time apart would be better for all of us at the moment. But if he wanted to spend time with our son, he was completely welcome to come over after work or whatever he wanted to do. And he told me that he did not agree with that. He said that he wanted us to come back home the

next day itself because he didn't think that taking more time apart was necessary. And he believes that moving back and would make it easier for us to talk, and just sort everything out ASAP now. But I don't feel the same way, I think it's important for us to sort things out within ourselves before we start living together again. And I do think that he has a point, but for now, we have just decided to take a couple of days apart now and come to a decision about what we want to do. So that's what we talked about, we ended the dinner on a good note.

For the most part, we were able to solve our problems, but I think some things are still kind of complicated, like I mentioned at the beginning. Now, we are going to take a few more days apart and see how we feel about everything. Then, hopefully, we are going to move in together again and try to be a happy family once again. For now, I am happy in content with how everything turned out and hopefully, things are only going to get better from this point onwards. Update 3, so it's been a couple of days and today, we are full. finally planning on going back home. I spoke to my mom about everything that we had discussed

over dinner the other day, and she told me that it was the right thing to do, and I should go back home. After all, I have a son to think of, and spending too much time away probably wouldn't have a good effect on him. He was already very confused about everything that was going on, I did not want to extend that time period of confusion for him, so that's why I made this decision. I spoke to my son about it as well, I told him that we were going back home and he seemed very happy to be spending time with his father once again. My husband did come over a couple of times in the past four days, but he's been busy with work since he has just been assigned a new project, so he hasn't been able to see much of us. Both my son and I are looking forward to living peacefully once again and in a couple of hours. My husband is going to come over and pick us up since I had taken a cab here.

In the past few days, we have been talking to each other a lot, be it over text or on phone calls or whenever he has come over. And I would say that things have pretty much gone back to normal. There is no remaining awkwardness or uneasiness anymore. I'm very grateful for that, because I hadn't expected things to become normal so soon. Even then, I do think that we would do better with counseling, because I think we have only been able to solve the surface-level problems. So we are still looking for someone, and as soon as we lock one person, we'll start our sessions. We still haven't spoken about the incident at length, so I don't know if he's still going to get defensive over it or not and right now. I don't want to bring it up either because things are going well, and I don't want to ruin anything. It's not that I'm scared of bringing it up,

I just think that it's done and dusted and I don't want to talk about it anymore. I did ask my mom about it, because I had told her that he seemed very defensive when I brought up the incident and wanted to talk to him about it, and he didn't seem willing to discuss it at all. And she told me that if we are doing fine right now, then there is no need for me to bring it up either and I can just let it go now. So I guess that's what I'll be doing for now. Anyway, I still have some packing left to do, so I'll get back to that. I'm happy that the situation is finally under control now. Update 4, hey, so I'm finally back home.

And today was a big surprise for me, because my husband's really went out of his way to make things up to me. We came back home around noon, and after that, I decided to take a nap and so did my son. Outside, he was so silent that we didn't even wake up while he was decorating the house. We only woke up around four in the evening, and when we came out, he surprised me and told me that he had invited a bunch of family and friends over to make it up for the birthday party that was never hosted. Alongside that, this was also a welcome home party, but only my mom and I would know about that. I was very happy, and then, in a couple of hours, the guests started showing up and stuff. We had a really fun time at the party, and during it,

he presented me with a really beautiful jewelry set. It included the pair of earrings that I had asked for, along with a necklace that went with it and a bracelet and a ring which were part of the same set. It must have been very expensive, but I literally didn't have any words to say at that point of time, I just teared up and thanked him. That gift in particular meant a lot to me, especially now, since we were trying to put in more of an effort for each other, and he was going out of his way to do things like this for me. Everyone else seemed touched as well, and after the party, my mother-in-law came up to me and told me that she wanted to speak to me in person. Okay, so here, I feel like I have to clarify something before I go on. I know that my husband

had given her my gift, but she was never the one that I was upset with. She and I have actually had a very normal relationship, and she couldn't have known anything about the gift, unless my husband had told her anything so I didn't have a problem with her accepting it. Now, coming to what happened, she came to me, and she returned the earrings that she had received to me and told me that her son had told her everything and she just wanted to return it to me because she did not feel comfortable accepting it anymore. She told me that she was really happy that we had decided to work things out, because apparently, two days after the fight, he had visited his mom and told her everything, and that's when she found out about the earrings, and he had been very scared that I might

not come back to him and she was glad that I did. At first, I wasn't sure if I should take those earrings back or not, but she insisted and I ended up taking it back and it was a really sweet moment, and then she left. After everybody had left, and we had put our son to bed, I told my husband that I was really thankful that he had done something like this for me. I also told him that his mom had given the earrings to me, and he told me that he was really happy about that as well. Because ever since he had given away those earrings, he had been feeling super uneasy about it since he knew exactly how much I had wanted them because I had been dropping hints about

it nonstop. And just despite me, he had given it away, but afterwards, he felt really petty and small about it. He had regretted it, so he had gone ahead and bought me the whole set just to make it up to me. But he was still very happy that his mother had tried. tried to fix his mistakes as well, he said that he got really lucky regarding the women in his life. We talked about the party, and then somehow, we started talking about the incident that had led to our fight in the first place. We had a good laugh about the fact that we were literally fighting

about Greek yogurt, and he told me that at the end of the day, he was the one acting a little insensitive about the whole thing. And he told me that the way he had behaved for the next few days, especially on the day of my birthday, it was just not acceptable, and he was very grateful that I had chosen to forgive him instead of holding onto it. So I guess he's not getting defensive about it anymore, and I'm glad that I didn't bring it up with him, because he brought it up himself and the conversation that we had was way better. He acknowledged his mistakes again, so did I end today. We have also been able to finalize the couple's counselor that we will be going ahead with. We are going to speak to her tomorrow and lock the dates of our first session, and hopefully, we will be doing even better than we

were. I know there is no conflict as such anymore, but I'm still posting about it because I didn't talk about the fight to anybody else apart from my mom and I don't want to bring these things up with my friends. But I guess I can talk about it here, and I want to talk about it because I think it's important to know that sometimes, giving your marriage a second chance is just as important as walking away. Especially when it comes to things like this, small things that can be solved with a conversation or an apology. Anyway, that's my outlook on the whole situation. Everyone might not agree, but people seem invested in this, so I'm going to keep posting as long as people want me to. Update 5, okay, so a couple of things have taken place and I'm going to save the best for the last.

So a couple of days ago, we had the party, and two days ago, we attended our first marriage counseling session together. It went really well, we were able to talk about a lot of things and I think this was exactly what we needed. Of course, a lot of the things that we spoke about in counseling were things that we had already discussed for ourselves, but it didn't hurt to get the opinion of a professional, and I think we did well. We are going for our next session next week, and we are pretty excited for it, because we just found out that I'm pregnant. I was a couple of days late, and I decided to take a test this morning, and that's when we found out. It almost seems like a miracle, because we had been trying on and off for the past few years for another baby.

Our first child had been a total surprise, but this one we wanted a plan ahead for. And even before we got married, my husband and I had always said that we wanted two kids. But for the past couple of years, we had been trying for a few months and then letting it go because it was just not working out. Then, a couple of months ago, I had my PECO's diagnosis and that made me realize why it was proving to be so difficult for me to conceive this time around. We had almost given up hope, and we decided that we were just going to stick to our son and not try for any more kids anymore. But then, this happened today and I don't know, I'm just overjoyed. I don't even know what to say anymore because this is not something that I had been expecting. It also makes sense why I had been so moody

and irritable for the past couple of weeks. I was pregnant and I had no idea. When I told my husband about the test, he was even happier than me, if that was even possible. He literally started jumping for joy, hugging us all, and there were a lot of tears of joy. Knowing that I'm pregnant, it makes it even more worth it that I decided to give my marriage a chance again, instead of just walking away over something like that. Both of us are really happy that we picked this time to work on our marriage and fix the unsaid and unaddressed problems because by the time our baby comes along, we want to be better partners to each other, so we can be better parents as well. And of course, it goes without saying that I'm going to be more health conscious now, so I guess

my husband will do better if he just stays away from my Greek yogurt for now, ha ha. Anyway, I'm just really happy and grateful about literally everything at the moment. Update 6. Hi, guys. So it's been close to a year since my last update and in between, I totally forgot to post here at all. I got busy with my pregnancy, counseling, my family, and of course, my work. But a couple of months ago, I finally gave birth and this time, I had a daughter. Everyone in the family is super happy.

My son is so excited to be a big brother and he takes really good care of his little sister as well. Both my mom and mother-in-law were overjoyed to become grandparents for a second time, and if I'm being honest, the past few months have been nothing short of blissful. Counseling is going really well and I think both my husband and I had become better partners to each other, the way we used to be in the beginning, after we started attending these sessions and I'm really grateful for it. We got our spark back, and we are not taking each other for granted anymore, and we're definitely putting an effort to keep the romance alive, even after two kids. We have also decided that the first pair of earrings, the one that my mother-in-law had returned to

us, is going to be kept aside for our daughter so she can have it when she's old enough. I think it's going to be the most befitting thing to do, and we're also going to have a very funny story to tell her about the earrings as well. Anyway, I just logged in to post this, and now I had better get back to my family. Thank you to everyone who kept reading and was invested in my life, but I don't think that there are going to be any more updates for a while now, so thank you all. I hope you enjoy this story. My father's acquaintance has been acting condescending towards me since I turned 18. He spreads the word that I am too inexperienced to be a parent and advised me to relinquish my child.

Years ago, my dad met Harold through mutual friends, and they hid it off. I was 18 and in college when I met him, and we never had a close relationship. However, he always seemed to think of himself as a family friend, and was extremely infantilizing and condescending towards me. Every time I saw him, I'd try to tell myself it wasn't that bad, only for him to prove me wrong less than a minute later. Harold would disrespect my boundaries, say things like you're not 19, you're a baby while I was talking to other people and patronize me, my education or my hobbies whenever he had the chance. He always noticed that annoyed me, to which he'd playfully ask if I hated him.

I always said no, but only for my father's sake. The final straw came the day Harold interrupted a barbecue to say, I really like you, even though you're an impolite brat. I was 20 years old. I'd been quiet all day, working on a paper during the barbecue, but replied patiently and politely whenever anyone addressed me. And even if that hadn't been the case, I knew he didn't have the right to talk to me like that. After that, I started making an effort to avoid any events I knew he'd be attending. Yesterday was my father's girlfriend's birthday. They threw a small lunch party at my dad's apartment.

I went there with my fiancé and our six-month-old son. Harold was there. I hadn't seen him in months, but he still talked to me as if I was a dumb child. Never mind that I'm engaged, a mother, and 26 years old. I spent the whole party ignoring his helpful advice about me being too young to get married or be a mom. It helped that most of the other guests seemed to disagree with him. My baby spent most of the afternoon sleeping. There's a bassinet in my old room.

He woke up hungry, so I went to breastfeed him and excuse myself from the party for a while. I got back to jokes and comments, all from Harold, about how I was probably struggling if my son was managing to leach me away for so long. He went on to interrupt a conversation I was having with another of my dad's friends to question pretty much everything about my parenting. he doesn't even have custody of his daughter, by the way, and to make more comments about my age. I decided I couldn't take it anymore after he asked if I'd thought about giving my baby up for adoption. I got my son and told my fiancé we were leaving. We said goodbye to everyone except Harold. When we got to the door, Harold came to ask why we were leaving. I tried to make up an excuse, but he kept trying to make us stay.

After a small back and forth, he jokingly asked if I hated him. And this time, I said, Yes, I do. Can we go now? He didn't say anything, and we left. On the way home, my fiancé said he was proud of me. My father called this morning to say the opposite,

and we had a small fight, but ultimately decided to drop the subject. I'm sure this isn't over, but if it keeps going, it won't be because of me. This is far from my proudest moment, and a small part of me regrets it, but I'm done with that guy. Edit, Jesus Christ Superstar, that's a lot of comments. To answer some common questions, I don't think Harold is in love with me. Harold didn't tell me to give up my son, he asked if I'd thought of doing so when I got pregnant.

It was still an awful question, especially since he interrupted a conversation I was having to with someone else, my dad's girlfriend's pregnant friend, who was asking about my own pregnancy and delivery, to ask it. I don't like making a big deal out of things unless necessary. If I'm uncomfortable, I leave. If I don't like someone, I avoid them. It's usually less stressful. The fight between me and my father ended when I told him about the adoption comment. I don't think he gets that's not the only reason I left, but it was definitely what broke the camel's back. I really don't need my father to stop being friends with Harold. He's a grown man capable of making his own crappy decisions. I never told my dad I hated Harold because I never

thought I had to like him in the first place. He's my father's friend, not mine. And I've been distancing myself from Harold since I was 20, meaning I haven't seen him much in the last six years. My fiancé was on the other side of the room and wasn't listening to Harold's comments. I filled him in when we got to the car. He's 100% on my side. Update 1. Hey guys, I wasn't going to write an update, but I just got some free time and I figured I'd fill you in. I'll start by addressing the very frequent assumption that Harold has feelings for me. I really don't think that's the case. His comments always came out as annoying and condescending, but never sexual. But I will say that your comments scared the shit out of me. And the fact that the general

consensus was fuck Harold was weirdly heartwarming. I also want to add that, while I did regret what I said a little bit, I never doubted I'd done the right thing. I think most of my regret came from the fact that my eight years of keeping the peace were over. It took some time for the relief to sink in. Truth be told, I've been wanting to do this since the barbecue incident, which was when I went from I don't like that guy to I can't stand that guy. My father called Harold the day after I made my previous post. When confronted about the adoption comment, he tried to twist it as him being genuinely concerned about me being a mom so soon, and that he didn't think I knew what I was doing. He did apologize to my father. I don't buy any of that. The next day, my dad, my dad, my dad,

Dad told me about the call. He said I should forgive Harold for what he thought was an honest misunderstanding. He also told me I should apologize too, since I'd overreacted by telling Harold I hated him for such a small reason. Many of Harold's past comments were made with my father close by. It often happened in the middle of conversations with other people, so he'd be too distracted to register them. He also wouldn't notice them most of the time. My dad doesn't pay enough attention to anything that doesn't either concern or anger him, and he'll most likely forget it until he gets angry at something else later anyway. He's like a meth-head goldfish. We also have different definitions of what's offensive, so he'd never think they were a big deal.

I told my father I wasn't exaggerating when I said I hated Harold, and that the adoption comment was far from being the only reason. I listed most of the condescending treatment and comments I could remember, including the ones from the party. He didn't remember any of them. I made it very clear that I'd hated Harold for years prior to the party, and that I had nothing to apologize for. I then stated that I'm no longer coming to any events Harold is invited to. My father doesn't need to stop being friends with him, or even stop inviting him to stuff, but he can no longer expect me to show up as well. I will ask him beforehand, and if he lies, I'll leave. My father called me dramatic, but I pointed out that I've been avoiding Harold for six years now and no one even noticed, so it clearly wasn't a problem.

I've only seen him a handful of times since the barbecue incident, and only twice for more than a few minutes, the lunch party last week and another party back when I was pregnant. It clearly didn't ruin my father's life. I'm not obliged to like his friends any more than he is to like mine. There was some back and forth, but he agreed to my time. terms. We spoke yesterday about something else, and he mentioned Harold was upset. I ignored that. I'm not going in C with my father. Yes, I'm very well aware he's an asshole, and I came really close to cutting times with him in the last few years, but I ultimately decided it wouldn't really fix anything. Maintaining my relationship with him has gotten a lot easier since I moved out,

as we only see each other a couple times a month. He gets frustrated that. He gets frustrated. that I don't call or text much, but doesn't complain about it anymore. I don't see the point in going and see with someone who no longer has any say in how I live my life. I'd rather just take note of what my father did wrong when I was growing up and then make sure to raise my own kid differently. He's on thin ice, though, and has been for some time. He's not allowed to babysit, mostly because I don't trust him to spend more than an hour alone with a baby without falling asleep on the couch.

I began pushing for him to start doing therapy back when I got pregnant, and he finally got started back in June. His behavior around me and my younger sister, who still lives between our very divorced has improved a lot since, and I've made it clear to him that he won't be allowed near my son if he stops attending. This is the first time in my life my father has improved his behavior. It's hard to be hopeful, but I'm trying. And if I ever do go and see with my father, it won't be.

because of fucking Harold. So that's it. Overall, I'm glad I don't have to deceive anyone anymore. My relationship with my father is rocky, but I won't dwell on it. My main responsibilities are my son, my fiancé, and my job, and that's not changing any time soon. Update 2, September 11th, 2024. Hey guys. Wow, I can't believe it's been over a year since I last posted about this. I planned on updating some time ago. These past few months, I've been caught up in raising a toddler, getting married, yay, working like crazy in re-watching supernatural. Needless to say, I've been busy. Openly avoiding Harold has been working pretty well. My father has been respecting my boundaries. Whenever he invites me and my husband over for lunch or dinner,

I ask who else will be there. If Harold's coming, he tells me. He hasn't lied so far, and doesn't usually insist when I tell him I'm not coming. Since my last post, I've only seen Harold once, at my dad's birthday party a few months ago. Yes, I knew he'd be there. My father promised he'd tell him not to talk to me. Also, some of my father's friends' kids, most of whom I used to babysit, would be there. I hadn't seen them in a while, and I love them more than I hate Harold. I ended up spending most of the party with my son and the kids. Harold didn't talk to me at all, so I guess my father was true to his word.

My husband and I did catch him staring at us a couple times, but I decided to ignore it. I caught my husband staring back once, and the walking marshmallow I married actually managed to look threatening. I love this man. You know who did talk to me? Harold's girlfriend. Yes, he is one now. She interacted with me twice.

First, she came over to coo over my son before making a comment about how he needed a haircut. Ha, ha, ha, I already hate you. Later, she approached me and said, you're shy, aren't you? I said no, she laughed and said yeah, you're shy, she said all that in the same tone one would use to talk to a six-year-old. I managed to keep my expression schooled. Otherwise, I would have told her I'm not shy, I just chose to spend the whole party with the kids because they were better company than her and her annoying-ass boyfriend.

So yeah, based on both my interactions with her, Harold's girlfriend is insufferable. In other words, they're perfect for each other. I don't have much else to add. My father broke up with the woman he was dating last year, long fucking story, and has a new girlfriend. She is not annoying or psychotic, and I actually really like her. They won't last a year. My relationship with my father is still not perfect, by the way, but it has improved. He's actually started apologizing to me a lot more often. I don't know whether

it's the therapy or the fact that motherhood has apparently made me terrifying, but I'll take it. And I'll give credit where it's due, he's a very good grandfather. I'm also glad my father is respecting this Herald boundary. I very much don't want this man in my life. Honestly, I'm pretty satisfied right now. My little boy is thriving. Part of me really misses the baby times, but I grow prouder and prouder every day. Getting to know my kid has been fantastic.

Next story, Brothers Best Man's Speech at our youngest brother's wedding was just him mocking me for five minutes, calling me the prototype child and bragging how they bullied me growing up. My youngest brother, let's call him Phil, got married today in the ceremony was absolutely beautiful. His bride was stunning and everything was great and well done. His best man was our other brother who I'll call Jack. My wife and I weren't part of the wedding party, which is fair because we didn't ask them to be in ours five years ago. After the the ceremony we did the pictures and a cocktail hour. It was nice to talk to some out-of-town family and old family friends, and Jack and I were talking about the day they all had. Very

eventful for my now sister-in-law, but that's another story. And then everyone was called inside for the reception. We go in and have dinner. My wife and I were starting to get kind of tired, but I told her I really want to hear Jack's best man's speech so we agreed to wait. I wish we hadn't. Jack goes up, introduces himself and starts his speech. Well about 34 years ago, Mom and Dad got married and decided to try for kids and they started with the prototype, my older brother. I should have known where this is going. He continued they realized that hey they can do better so they got it right the second time. Me? Mr. Perfect. And I was. Our grandfather would call me Crusher because I would beat up on my older brother as a toddler.

We were always opposites and didn't really get along a whole lot. So Mom and Dad decided they needed someone to help him out and so they had this guy. Now when he came around I was like, yeah, he seems all right. So growing up we terrorized my older brother. Good times, he continued his speech, but I was kind of checked out at that point. I was, and still am really upset about it because I have always been the butt of all the jokes in my family. My brothers, my cousins, even my parents. I'm the different one.

I'm very emotional and empathetic, which is a blessing and curse. I'm overweight, they're both athletes, Phil actually works for an NHL team. I enjoy D&D, reading and being a nerd. They like sports and outdoors activities. You get the idea. I get up and my wife goes to the bathroom before we decide to leave. Jack finds me and is like you good. I meant to say at the beginning of my speech that I apologize because my older brother is probably going to get upset.

I just look at him and say you're good. But I would have appreciated a heads up that that's what you were going to do. He looks at me and just goes. If I did that, I wouldn't have gotten a genuine reaction. I just walked away, met my wife, and we left. I asked her, am I crazy? Was his best man's speech really just a ton of shots at me? She said it seems like he was trying to be funny but not everything landed.

And yes, you were the butt of his jokes. I drove home pretty much in silence. I'm tired of always being the butt of all the family jokes. We're supposed to have lunch with extended family tomorrow and the only reason I'm going is because I only see these family members maybe once a year. I don't want to see Jack, or really anyone else from my immediate family. Do I have a right to be upset, or am I being overly sensitive? November 25, 2024.

Before I talk about the lunch, I'll share what happened to the bridal party as it becomes relevant why Phil didn't come. The bridal party was creamed by a pickup right outside the venue. The truck was going 55 and the girls were stopped. Both vehicles were totaled, but they were adamant to go on with the ceremony and get checked out later. So Phil took his wife to the hospital today. No major injuries, thankfully. So the lunch.

My wife sat down with the family and we were all chatting. At one point, my uncle goes Phil's speech was very sweet. I couldn't have given that without crying. My mom says, yay, he had something prepared because he practiced it with me and he changed it after the wreck. Jack piped up, hey, I had a good speech too. My dad just says it was a good speech. It was all about op. I just got angry and said I thought it was weird that it was so focused on someone who wasn't even involved in the wedding.

He and my dad got quiet and then just continued their conversations with the people next to them. We avoided eye contact with Jack and we left about 15 minutes later. My wife and I went home and just proceeded to relax since we're finally getting a break from our students. We teach upper elementary, Jack tried to call me. Once. I let it ring. He didn't leave a VM. Then about an hour later, my grandma called asking how lunch was and she could tell I was upset in my voice.

When she asked what's wrong, I told her. her about being upset with Jack. She said, I don't think your brother meant it and I just go, then why bring it up? This is all the time. And then everyone wonders why my wife and I don't come around as often or leave early at events. I'm tired of it. She was calm and said, well, your brother can't give a speech and he thinks he's funny, but he can't make jokes without insulting someone. Have you told him and your parents how you feel? I said yes, and that it hasn't changed for years. She just says y'all are going to have to work this out. I told her that I don't want to talk to him right now and she goes, I know, I understand. You and I are just the afterthoughts kid.

Grandma and I are two peas in a pod and very similar, so that's where we're at. Thank you for the comments and the DMs, Update 2, November 26, 2024. Jack tried to gaslight me. I let things sit for a few days and decided that I was in a good headspace to send Jack a text. Hey, I've seen your missed calls and I am not ready to have a conversation right now. I need you to know that you really hurt me on Saturday. Your speech was nothing but jabs at me for laughs in front of friends and family. I have been upset all weekend about this because nothing that was said felt like it was about Phil and his new wife, but how you would take shots at me growing up and then got Phil to join you.

I told you that we were good at the reception because I wasn't going to make a scene at Phil's reception, they already had a rough day. But then for you and Dad to bring it up again Sunday at lunch, and for Dad to even admit that the speech was all about me, it brought the hurt out to the surface and I couldn't stay quiet. You and Phil are my brothers, and I will always love you too. Right now though, I can't have a conversation with you while I'm this hurt. I can be civil and cordial with you at family gatherings, but nothing more. These jabs and prods at my expense have gone on too long and they continue to drive a wedge between us. I am asking for two things. One, please stop with the teasing and jokes at my expense.

Two, give me some time to cool off from this. Time will help to mend this, but right now, I'm not ready for that conversation. I'll see you on Thursday. Love you, he responded a few hours later. I've talked to a bunch of people about this already and everyone I talked to said that there was nothing wrong with my speech and I didn't say anything to degrade you, or your character. I think you took everything I said way out of context and you are way overthinking everything. The other thing I was also told is that the best man's speech is supposed to be a joke and never taken serious. Also, I've also been told by many people that they have heard similar speeches.

Mom and Dad wanted a child then they had me the perfect child and the third one was a complete accident. Everything I said was hurtful or demeaning. Also why is it that if they said if I took you out and said, our cousin's name or someone else then the speech is fine? That tells me that you personally think there is a lot of truth and you really don't know how to actually just have a laugh. Growing up I always hated that stupid nickname Crusher and you know that. What was said that was so hurtful exactly? And Dad never said the speech was about you I was angry and my wife could see I was on the verge of tears. I called my grandma and asked to go to her house to talk.

When I got there she goes so what's up kid? You know, Jack feels really bad about this situation. He was talking to me about it last night and I go, really? Because that's not what this text says. I read her the conversation and she just goes he's an ass that doesn't want to admit he's wrong. We talked for a little while longer and she's like you are not overreacting here. If this was a one-time thing, I would say you are. But you have been putting up with this shit all your life.

We finished talking, I helped her fix her phone to car connection and went home, not feeling better but feeling validated. A few hours later Phil called. We were checking in on how his wife was doing and she goes like I got hit by a truck. L.O.L. I'm glad she can kind of laugh about it. He goes, we actually wanted to check on you and see how you were doing. We noticed you guys had left at some point without saying goodbye. I apologized for it and told him no, I wasn't okay. I read him and his wife the text messages and his wife just goes, um, that's bullshit. We talked yesterday and I ripped into him. His speech was not appropriate and you were definitely targeted. Phil added in at first, I didn't see a problem, but when the two of us drove home and talked,

I could see how it could have been taken and were both really sorry that was done at your expense. We talked a little longer and ended with his wife saying we got your back on this one. Jack's a bully and I get why you and your wife don't come around as often to be around that. Just know that I DGAF what his opinion is and a lot of the time when you guys leave things, I call him out on his shit he says too and about you. Phil echoed her and we said goodbye and we will see each other Thursday for Thanksgiving. I hope you enjoy this story. I evicted my window ledge and her relatives for abandoning bloody hygiene items throughout my residence. Now my relatives by marriage are insisting that I

readmit them. My spouse has two siblings and one sister. His sister and her husband are not my favorite people in the world. Recently they have been couch surfing as they lost their home, long story which could have been avoided if they had adult like they should have. First they stayed with my in-laws, but they used the excuse that my Phil has diabetes to get rid of them and their rowdy children. Next was his older brother and his wife. They had two spare rooms as two of their older children moved out a year ago and they only have the six-year-old and their 13-year-old twins at home. After three weeks they had to move out due to a planned refurbishment. They were happy with them as they were generally tidy and helped out in the home. The youngest brother

was the next to take them in. While My Sill was there she helped out in the home and kept her children on a leash. The youngest brother's wife is very house proud and she allowed them to stay for a limited time only as they have had a baby recently and her mother will be staying with them to help out for the first six months. Then they emotionally manipulated my husband to say okay. I agreed to it on the condition that she and her husband as well as their children keep the place clean, because in the past the only place they are messy and is my home. For example, if they are throwing something into the kitchen bin, they will throw it in the general direction of it and not in the actual bin. It's extra gross when it's food stuff that dries up and

stinks out the place. Similar things happened in the past where she would leave her sanitary towels on top of the bin lid in the bathroom instead of in the bin. Her oldest daughter started her periods recently and I asked the younger brother's wife how things were for tidiness. She said she had no complaints. They went to bed on time and kept the place clean. However, they were there for only two weeks. They are always tidy at the other houses. I know this from experience too. During Christmas and summer holidays when we stay over at each other's places, I have seen the difference in how they are at my place and the other places. Before they moved in, I made the younger brother, and my parents-in-law's witnesses to them agreeing to keeping my house

as clean as it is and to chip in with chores. If they broke the rules, they would be out immediately. She fussed and denied past wrongdoings, but said as you wish your highness sarcastically. The first five days were smooth sailing. This morning I found a sanitary towel on top of the bin and not even wrapped properly. That is not all. Her daughter is staying in my daughter's room and she made a mess of the shampoo and conditioner in her bathroom and had left a tampon on the side of the sink for getting it from last night. Her husband leaves early for work and the kitchen was a mess when I finally got downstairs.

I have a curious toddler and I don't want him to pick up a bloodied sanitary. towel. I knocked on the guest room and told her to pack her shit and get out. She looked angry and tried to play innocent. She said it was only some blood and to chuck it in the bin if it bothered me so much. I told her no and picked up her suitcase throwing their stuff in it. At first she wouldn't leave the house saying she was going to wait for her brother as she doesn't take orders from me, but I told her this house belongs to me too. I dropped her and her youngest ones off at my in-laws. A few hours ago her husband came back from work and when I wouldn't let him in he made a scene. He went to my in-laws, but they don't want them they're due to fill illness.

When my husband returned from work my in-laws turned up in our driveway with her and her family within 20 minutes. They are still standing outside and squabbling about being let in. I refused to open the door and told my husband if he backs down he isn't welcome in our home either. So, the family thinks Ada because I have never liked her and am using any account. excuse to get rid of her. Comments, Mobile underscore Prune underscore 3,207. I would have taken photos of the sanitary items left out and sent it on a giant group chat

saying anyone who thinks you're a monster for having a problem with this is more than happy to come and clean it themselves or host the family themselves. NTA deleted, Jesus, do you know the ramifications of medical waste? Lord have mercy. That's aggressively gross. I can't. Just can't. Mobile underscore prune underscore 3,207. I used to work for a surgeon so I've seen some pretty gross things, but even this is hugely disgusting. Lady Karu, clearly she's doing it on purpose because she doesn't like you.

There's no way that they are perfect guests everywhere else but wreck your house without it being intentional. Critical underscore Lemon underscore 472 op. That is exactly what I told my husband. He says maybe excuse them this once and if they do it again give them consequences. Alternative item 747. No, not only will she do it again, but it gives them proof they can manipulate him into going against you.

External underscore expert underscore 269. Nope. You don't want them to claim squatters rights or something and be stuck with them. You were clear on the rules. Carson Kitty, NTA. It should have been done the second the bitch called you your highness. Stifx, see, this right here is the problem. Being sarcastic just now lost you the right to stay at my house.

Good luck and fuck off, should have been the appropriate response. Half line, you don't have a sill, you have a husband problem. It sounds like your husband would be okay with your toddler picking up a used to tampon and taking a taste, like toddlers do. There is a good chance they were not cleaning up, after themselves at the other homes. Because there was a very convenient pre-existing disease, then a refurbishment, then another family member staying for six months. I'm willing to bet the others lied to you so you would be stuck with her. Her choice to fuck around and find out. NTA. Update 1. Yesterday my driveway looked like a scene from some Mexican standoff.

They were out there discussing the matter while I refused to go out and engage. After two hours, yes, two whole hours they left. They are currently at my in-laws, but they made a promise to return to discuss the matter tomorrow as everyone will be home from work and that way we could all find a workable solution. Well, at least that is what my husband relayed. When my husband got inside I told him that I would not have them in my house. I told him that he could clean up after them, which he did. After cleaning up, he asked me why I made him do that. I told him I was just grossed out over other people's bodily fluids as he was, and unlike him I wasn't biologically related to them. So if he found it unsavory, imagine how shitty I've felt in the past cleaning up

after them. He promised to buy a new bin and then bleached the sink three times. Our strategy for tomorrow is that under no circumstances are they coming to live with us. His niece will be made to clean up the bathroom shampoo and conditioner mess. He left that part for her. In the In the meantime our daughter can use our shower. We'll see how this turns out tomorrow. Comments, Imshkir, good. Stand your grunt on this. Sounds like Sil wants to mess with you and has instructed her daughter to do the same.

And WTF, why is your husband asking why he should clean? The question should be why he thinks you should. Quardade, more like her daughter has learned the bad manners from her mom. She's just following in mom footsteps. Beck 2010, if I were you, I would not let the niece back into the house. Yes, she made the mess, but the whole point is to get them out. Not let them back in to clean. Bite the bullet and clean up the niece's mess.

No reason to re-enter your home if the mess is taken care of. Have hubby clean up the mess, SK-1999 S.K., I agree, do not let the niece into clean. In-laws will use it as a way to get in. Pay a professional service to clean your daughter's bathroom and hand a copy of the bill to bill and sill. Obviously they won't pay you back, but let them know if any relatives try to get you to take them in again. You will share pictures and a copy of the bill via text, WhatsApp or whatever social media family uses. They are so disgusting I would never allow them in my home and would trespass them from my property. the underscore crown underscore and underscore anchor.

I had a buddy who was temporarily homeless for about six weeks he crashed on my couch. I barely knew the dude lived there. He'd be up and out the door before I left for work. Sheets and blankets on the couch would be neatly folded, his bags would be stacked in a corner, and the bathroom would be same as it would have been if I was the only one living here. He knew I was doing him a solid so he was respectful of my home and my space one would think that if you and your family were technically homeless, that you would not be such inconsiderate

slobs. Critical Lemon underscore 4072 op, your buddy had common sense and decency, my sill not so much. Update 2, yesterday was a long day at my in-laws. We went early to get it over and done with. My in-laws started with the guilt trip first. They mentioned that they would take them in until they found a place, but due to fill diabetes it wouldn't be good for his health. I told them to tell their daughter to parent her children so they wouldn't run around a muck like monkeys. That way they could stay with them as they have spare bedrooms. That didn't land well with Sill. She went on a tirade of how I've always been jealous of her and that I was trying to drive a wedge between her and her brother. I told her she didn't like her own life so me being jealous of her and her life

was a stretch that required suspension of reality. She asked my husband if he was okay with me telling him what to do with his family as he always stays out of my family's business. She told him to lay down the law and tell me that his cider and her family would stay as long as IT took them to find a new place to stay. My husband was having none of that. He told her that the house was mine just as much his and it was a two yes and one no deal. Just because I was stay at home now didn't mean that I didn't contribute to buy

the house when I was working. The younger brother and his wife said they wouldn't be able to host them as they had his mill staying due to the baby. The older ones mentioned the refurbishments. Both the younger and the older one's wife said that I was making it up about the cleanliness as she always kept her own house clean and kept their places clean. They told me to suck it up and act like family. I told them I wasn't there to argue about her cleanliness as I saw what I saw and her brother was witness to it and had to clean it up. He confirmed that he did and that I wasn't making it up. My sill slipped up and said, why did you clean it up to her brother? Because according to her I was meant to clean it up. Either she is the dumbest bitch alive to

admit it or she knows she has the whole family in her pocket. Either way I made it clear she wasn't going to stay with me and because she got along much better with everyone else in the family they would figure out something around their own lives. My husband told me that. My husband told his niece that she was old enough to clean up the remaining mess, but she said no. Her father jumped in and said she is your niece, but my daughter don't you dare tell her what to do. It got heated between them so they both had to walk it off. I told her and her husband that the only reason me and my husband were there was to get money back for the bin we had to throw out due to her sprinkling biohazards around the house. She laughed in my face and said it would

never happen. I said fine. I hope you realize that when I threw you out I didn't pack all your belongings. I still had her daughter's switch, her husbands and her two younger ones tablets and some of her jewelry, and a few other bit and pieces as it all happened so quickly that day. It would all be sold to recuperate my cost. We left, but she was yelling loudly about what she would do to me if I dared to sell anything. My husband has my back and he said, go ahead and sell whatever you need too. Later on they kept texting my husband to do them one last favor by putting up with her for a few months until she got back on her feet. I told him that no matter what I wouldn't agree to let her, her slobby husband and her horde of children back in. They texted me too,

gilting me about his niece's education. With no place to stay close to her school she might have to start at another school if they get a rental which isn't in the school zone. I texted back tough luck and blocked them. My husband won't block his parents but was pissed at his brothers for telling him that he was selfish to not take them in as they were in a hard place in their lives. They did admit it was gross but excused her behavior by texting that maybe I did something to aggravate it. To top this off, the oldest wife left a voice message through her husband's number to my husband's WhatsApp. She said, I kid you not. You are still okay to watch, her six-year-old, on Tuesdays and Wednesdays like usual.

I told him to say, figure out what the answer to that request is. So that is where we are at now. Comments, Rivenwave, good for your husband sticking up for and backing you up. I can't believe the audacity of this family still expecting you to watch their child after all this. Critical Lemon underscore 472 op. The sill is not asking me to watch her child. The older brother's wife wants me to continue watching her child as I have done up until now. She works full-time and overtime on those days.

I no longer feel like helping her out. Rivenwaif, oh yes, I realize that. I don't know how she think it's okay after they all berated you for this. I don't blame you for not wanting to do it. I'd want nothing to do with the family after this. Mouse underscore attack, she called your husband about it. Not you? This entire clan believes you are unworthy of basic respect. I can't believe they thought they would get what they want from bullying you more.

Most people with sense would have tried object apologies and promises to do better. Docs Hunt Mom 5. Sure we treat you badly. Expecting you to clean up biohazards that decent people wouldn't expect of a paid house cleaner, but you're the selfish one for refusing to be a doormat and take the abuse and filth thrown your way. Your in-laws are ridiculous. All of them. Is your husband appalled by the lot? They expect you to keep babysitting.

You know they are showing up with the kiddo as usual, even though they treated you like crap. Then, of course, it's birthdays and holidays with the guilt trips. My hair is on fire 2023, Lord. Now I need another update on what he tells them about six-year-old. Wow. I don't think I've ever seen such a combination. of audacious and entitled and simply cruel behaviors all wrapped into one horrific family.

So sorry you had to deal with any of this. Even five days of that was an insult you husband should be forever sorrowful for making you endure. Update 3, went to pick up my children and had to stick around a little longer as a new family is moving to the area. The parents wanted to meet their children's classmates' parents. So we had a small meet and greet. The office brought my husband's older brother's daughter, the six-year-old, to me as I am the one that usually picks her up and on Tuesdays and Wednesdays she stays with me.

No one had picked her up and when her teacher noticed me waiting in the hallway she asked an office admin to bring her to me thinking I was delayed due to meeting with the new parents. I told them that I wasn't responsible for her anymore on Tuesdays and Wednesday. They took her back to the office and they must have called her mother. When I returned home from the meet and greet my husband said his parents had called him and spoke in their mind to him about me abandoning their granddaughter. They also put his older brother's wife on the phone and she had a shouting match with my husband. Still, I kicked out also had a few words with him. It ended with my husband telling his parents that they had lost the privilege to talk to him

for a week and he would only unblock them when they give him and me a sincere apology. He explained that it was up to the parents to make pick-up arrangements when I had made it clear I would no longer provide free services. The sill I kicked out is staying with her parents for now. Her husband and her younger two and two of the older ones are staying with my in-laws. The other older two are and the other two younger ones are spread between the other two houses. But they made an indirect threat saying it would be a very temporary arrangement as she promised it wouldn't take long for her to make her brother see the light. I think I am in for a long ride. Comments, Astronaut No 920, like I think they can't get any more crazy and they continue to astound me.

I can't even imagine being in your shoes. Good luck with the crazy. I hope y'all hold your boundaries. Friday of Cape Town, Huukai, time for Op to update her security system, get new cameras outside and inside the common areas of her property, block access to all socials and phone numbers and give the school explicit instructions. followed by a confirmation email that under no circumstances is anyone but her slash husband permitted to remove the kids from school. Crazy bitch rabies is not age or gender specific. Op needs to take precautions. Astronaut no 920.

You're not kidding they seem like very lifetime movie psycho type of people. DCK 133, so the silly you kicked out has eight kids. Critical Lemon underscore 4072 op. Yes. I think I mentioned that in the comment. comments of the original post. DCK 133 didn't read the comments. We'll go back and do that now.

Do you know why she hates you? Critical Lemon underscore 4072 op, no idea. I have always treated her with respect. Hawkeene, DC, so clearly the sill can't work with eight kids, but they've been couch surfing with various family members for months. Did they give any idea when they'll actually get their own place again? again? Critical Lemon underscore 4072 op, none. When they are good and ready. That is an actual quote from her. Hawkeene D.C., so, never. If they can continue to leach off family members,

all while presumably building a nice little nest egg, they have zero incentive to leave. I hope the kids don't grow up to be as entitled as the parents. Thursday, Lulu, Roo, so even after you told her you wouldn't pick up six yo, they still expected you to? Looks like your husband's family are full of a-holes. Criticolemon underscore 4072 op. She wasn't at school yesterday, so they had plenty of time to let her teach her now, but I guess it wasn't important to them. Vegetable cod 2340, no, they just thought that you would feel bad about leaving her there. They did that intentionally, banking on you caving. I feel bad for the niece, but glad you didn't give in. My hair is on fire 2023. It ended with my husband telling his parents that they had lost the privilege

to talk to him for a week and he would only unblock them when they give him and me a sincere apology. Hey, look at husband. Finally treating them like the spoiled children they've all been behaving like all along. Time out and everything. It sounds like he's finally opened his eyes and is playing for the right team. Purple Puff or P, I think it was so smart on Op to make him have to clean up their disgusting biohazard mess for a change. It's amazing how viewpoints change when you are all the sudden directly affected. Naic, maybe it's my own fault for not reading comments but eight kids appearing in the last update just blindsided me.

Surely you mention eight kids as a reason for throwing the family out. Housing eight kids is doing a lot to help even if they are perfect. The filthy dill, wonder if they were also making demands about bedrooms. Like their oldest daughter deserves her own room, so Oop's children can go bunk with the other seven kids. Alternative underscore year underscore 340. This screams missing missing reason, like Oop is a different race slash religion. Also, I never understand that you have to take them in.

Why don't they pitch in for an Airbnb for a set period of time? Rogashivansder, she said they're from the same race slash religion, but the Sill doesn't like her because she is older than her husband, Sill's brother. Throw away gremlins, I think Upp also said in comments that Sill is used to bro slash Uphubby being a pushover to her, so maybe that was the expectation. Fries with shake booty, I hope her husband's spine continues to be shiny and strong. It sounds like he was the sibling who always kept the piece. Screw that. This post hit a nerve. I may not be a pushover, but my siblings have long treated my life events as less than. At first I had all the time and resources because I was single.

Next, I still had all the time and resources because I was married but not yet a parent. Reproducing has made them back of a little. Just a bit. Similarly, all the other family members have reasoned sill and her brood can't stay, and oops reasons are the only invalid ones. Missed out on an opportunity at my familial enterprise in favor of my relative who recently completed university, so I decided to work for a rival company run by my relative and now my entire family has severed ties. Me off. Hi, I'm a 30-year-old woman and I recently got cut off by my family for leaving the family business and going against my uncle who is retiring this year. I'm here to ask if I'm in the wrong here. So for context, my dad, he would have been 63 this year,

had two younger brothers, Brian and Scott, 59 male and and they had all in half. He had all in inherited my grandfather's real estate firm. He had hoped that all three brothers would run the place as co-owners and everything would be fine. But six years after my grandpa retired, my uncle Scott decided to break away from the firm and start his own business. With that, he was cut off from the family as well since nobody liked this move of competing with his own brothers in the business. So for the past 16 years, nobody in the family has spoken to him, and neither do they acknowledge his existence, and they pretend like he was never a part of the family at all. I had learned to do the same as well. Anyway, my dad passed away three years ago from double

kidney failure. His health had already not been doing well before it happened, and he had been training me to take over just in case he ended up Bedridden. Obviously, nobody had expected him to pass away, but it was a good thing that I was prepared to step into his shoes and take over the duties that he had in the company. I hadn't just been doing his work in helping my uncle Brian run the company for the past three years, but actually, ever since I graduated from business school, I had been working with my father and my uncle to learn the ropes because eventually I hope to become a partner in the firm. So it's been almost nine years since I had been working here, and I had obviously expected to be made partner in the firm eventually since that's what my dad had

wanted. But around 10 days ago, I found out that my uncle had decided to make his son a partner and I would still be stuck in the role of CFO. When my father was alive, he was a CEO and my uncle was the CFO. After his passing, my uncle stepped into the role of the CEO and I was promoted to CFO. So now if somebody was supposed to take my uncle's place because he is retiring in a couple of years, shouldn't it be me? My cousin Dean has never even been in the picture, so I was really blindsided by this move. He's 23 years old and just graduated a year ago. He has a degree in economics, but no practical or hands-on knowledge. And more than anything, he's just much too young to be a partner in the firm.

He has not paid his dues, and I know for a fact that he does not deserve it more than I do. So naturally, I was very upset when I found out about this. I didn't even find out from my uncle directly. It was my mother who said that she just heard from her sister-in-law, Dean's mother, that I had passed up the opportunity to be a partner in the firm, and so my uncle was offering it to Dean instead. When my mother told me about it, I instantly called my uncle up because we had had no such discussion,

and I thought that this was a joke. But when we spoke on the phone, he told me that he seriously was considering making Dean the CEO of the company and the partner in the firm because he was going to announce his retirement in a couple of months. I was shocked and I reminded him that Dean had not worked a day in his life so far. He had spent the entirety of the last year figuring himself out and exploring, so he was pretty inexperienced and was definitely not up to the job.

And then my uncle told me that apparently this is where I factor in, because since I'll be mentoring him, he won't have anything to worry about. So it's not like I'm not needed in the company anymore, he still needs me to handle everything while Dean gets used to it, and I'm still going to be the CFO of the company. But I was not fine with that. I told him that I had worked really hard over the last nine years and I wanted the respect that I was owed. Dean definitely did not deserve this position, and I made it very clear that I was not happy with this decision. So if he decided to make Dean a partner in the firm and the CEO, then I would be stepping down for my role and leaving the company as well. My uncle tried to tell me that I was overreacting,

that he was just doing this so as to secure the future for Dean because he was not going to settle for anything less than the role of CEO. He did not want to break away from the company like my Uncle Scott had, so this was his only option, and he expected me to understand. He even tried to pacify me by saying that he would only be the nominal head of the company, but I would really be running the show, and he knew that even Dean would respect me. I tried to bargain with him. I told him that I would be willing to settle for my role as CFO, but I wanted him to make me a partner with the company, and he said that he didn't know if he would be able to do that

since he had to talk to Dean about it first. But I didn't care. I had put in the work, and I wanted to be the CEO and a partner, or at least even just a partner. So he could either do that, or I would be leaving. It was an ultimatum. When my uncle and I ended up fighting over this, eventually he told me that we were living in a free country, so I could do whatever I wanted, but his mind had already been made. He had also discussed this with the members of the board, and within a couple of days, he would be making his announcement as well. His mind had been made up, and I could either either.

deal with it or I could just leave like I had said that I would. It was a horrible day for me to find out where exactly I stood with my uncle because I always thought that we had a good relationship, but clearly when it comes to our relationship in a professional capacity, I had overestimated how close we were. It's not surprising either. Dean has always been pretty spoiled, and I don't find it surprising that my uncle has chosen him over me. This is his flesh and blood, so of course I could never compete. Anyway, I was very upset. said about the way things turned out, and my mother had suggested that I even lawyer up and go after them legally, but I didn't want to do that. Instead, I had a better plan in mind that would really

piss them off. I guess most of you would have been able to figure out what I did after that, but for the ones that don't know yet, I wrote an email to my Uncle Scott that day itself. I told him everything that had happened in brief, and I said that I would be willing to work for him now if he would have me. I did not feel like sitting around and moping about what I had lost. The only thing on my mind was getting back at my uncle right now, so I didn't think twice before reaching out to my uncle Scott. And within 24 hours, I had a response from him. He said that he was ready to offer me the position of CFO and that he would be willing

to promote me to CEO in a couple of years after he retired. He had agreed to my terms of making me a partner in the firm since I was willing to tell him everything that I knew about my company to help him do better. So a couple of days back, we finally met in person. and it was quite a fun meeting. I had only had to cut him out of my life because my parents and the rest of my family had demanded that I do so, but other than that, I have never really had a bad relationship with my Uncle Scott. In fact, he had always been the fun uncle, and until the age of 15, he and I were pretty close, but then the feud happened and he was ostracized, and I never got to

speak to him again until now. When I was younger, I was never really told exactly what had led to Uncle Scott breaking away from the family, and even now when I met him, he refused to talk about it, but that was his choice and I needed to respect that. However, he told me that he was surprised that my uncle Brian had pulled off something like this because when my dad was alive, he wouldn't even dream of trying to do such a thing. Anyway, he was happy about it since it had worked out in his favor, and he said that he would love to have me on board because he'd only ever heard good things about me. Since they were our most direct competitors, they had kept tabs on us and our operations, and he said that he knew that what I had done for the company was pretty big,

and he was looking forward to having me on his side this time. He also reassured me that unlike Uncle Brian, he did not have any kids, so I had nothing to worry about on that front either. We finalized everything, and I put in my resignation that day itself. Uncle Brian did not seem to be affected in the slightest by the fact that I was resigning, and I texted him formally to let him know that I wouldn't be showing up for the next two weeks since he had made it very clear that the company would be just fine without me. He told me that he was cool with it and he already had replacements lined up, so I did not need to worry about my position.

And that was it. I did not interact with him after that. However, yesterday Uncle Scott and I finally posted a picture together to celebrate the fact that I was joining him now. I went out for dinner with the team so I could meet a couple of other higher-ups in his company. and socialize with them before I started working with them. And to say that my family is literally crashing and burning right now would be an understatement because ever since I made the post last night, I have been bombarded with text messages, voicemails, and phone calls.

I've not answered anybody obviously, but I can tell that people are very upset. Uncle Brian is livid and has already branded me a traitor and has told me that he's going to make sure that I suffer the repercussions of this move. He can try his worst. I've also been condemned by a lot of other members of the family, which I think is strange because from the messages that they sent, they seem to already know that I did all this just because I did not get to be a partner in the firm and was passed over in favor of Dean. But if they did not speak up about the unfairness of what was being done to me back then,

they have no right to criticize me now. The only person whose opinion actually matters to me is my mother, and when I spoke to her this morning, she did not seem happy about my decision either. That really shocked me because just a couple of days ago, she had been insisting that I go after my uncle with a lawyer so I can get what is rightfully mine. But now she thinks that I'm going too far. She told me that there is a lot of history with my Uncle Scott that I just don't know, and she doesn't think it's appropriate for me to know either. That was quite frustrating because if they were not going to tell me why exactly Uncle Scott had been ostracized from the family, I don't think I can

make up my mind about whether I can trust him or not. And I am a full-grown woman, so I think I can handle the truth, and they don't need to shy away from me. So far from his behavior, he has been very nice to me, and I don't see any reason to cut him off. But anyway, my mother said that the family was very upset with me, and she herself was also not happy about this, but if I had already made up my mind, there was very little that she could do to change my mind. I tried to talk to her, but she just hung up and said that she needed to process what was going on. So now I have incredibly conflicted feelings about what's going on. Ida for joining our competitors after my uncle refused to make me a partner in the firm

and picked his son over me? Edit, hi, so some people were confused about how I got the job at Uncle Scott's company so quickly, and well, it was actually just pure luck. His CFO was retiring in a couple of months anyway, and he had been looking for someone to take their place. Luckily, I emailed him at the right time, so that's how I landed this opportunity. It's like the stars and planets aligned for me, too, here, I think. Also, some of you wanted to know how things were with my Uncle Scott before he was cut off

from the family, and honestly, things were never really that bad. When I was growing up, my dad, Uncle Brian, and Uncle Scott were always really close from what I had seen, and I had known that they had a really huge fight, and that was why Uncle Scott had decided to leave the company and start his own business. But up until this day, I really don't know what this had been about. Nobody wants to talk about it, and so I can't give you guys that information since I myself don't have it. However, my relationship with him was always good, and I think I mentioned that in my original post as well. Even now when I reached out to him by writing that email, his reply was very cordial and warm. I honestly don't know why my family has such a terrible

opinion of him. They have called him all sorts of things. They have referred to him as conniving, narcissistic, egoistic, and whatnot. But every time that I have interacted with him, I have never felt that he is any of those things. I'm just very confused about who to believe. I really don't want to make a mistake again by trusting somebody because I trusted my Uncle Brian, and look where that landed me. I don't want the same thing to happen with Uncle Scott as well, which is why I need to be extra careful about these things. And since my mother is not exactly pleased with me right now, I don't really know who to go to for advice,

and I can't talk to my friends about this because it's too personal and complicated. Update 1, Hello. So it's been three days since people found out that I was going to be working with Uncle Scott, and after the initial backlash, people have just stopped talking to me. I guess this is fair enough now that I'm associated with Uncle Scott, and they're treating me the same way that they've been treating him. I honestly still have no idea what happened between them all those years ago, but I have picked which side I want to be on, and I can't go back anymore.

To be honest, the history of their relationship doesn't even matter to me. It's not like I can just quit and go back to working with Uncle Brian now, and I need a job. I need to sustain myself and the lifestyle that I have gotten used to, and I need a ton of money, obviously. So whatever it is, I'm here now, and I'm going to make the best of my situation. I spoke to Uncle Scott about the way that I was being treated by the family like I was a pariah, and he seemed really sad, but he told me that this is exactly the sort of thing that had happened to him, and with time, I'm going to get over it as well.

Or maybe I might even be luckier than him since I am from the younger generation, and they might reach out to me in a while, but until then, I just have to tough it out and deal with it. Once again, I asked him what had happened that led to all of this, but he refused to talk about it. My mother is still not talking to me, which hurts the most, but I have been texting her every day, and I've not received a response so far, and I'm going to be really busy with work in the next couple of days because I'm just starting here, and there is a lot of work that I have to catch up on. Now if she wants to talk to me, then she can text me herself, but other than that, I'm not going to be reaching out to her anymore. Update 2, hi, so it's been six days since I started working

with Uncle Scott, and things have been going pretty well. The paperwork to make me a partner and the company is still being processed, but I trust him implicitly. He has treated me with nothing but warmth and respect so far, and I guess I have to say that everybody in my family was wrong about him. He has been very transparent with me about everything that's going on. He has told me that since, unlike my previous company, they are not a private company, so he's going to have to get the board of directors to approve everything to do with me before I can finalize everything. But he told me not to worry about it because since he is the owner and CEO, it's just a formality at best, and I have nothing to worry about. Since I've already met most people associated

with the company, and they all seem to really like me, besides, they know about my previous work, and they know that I am worth it. So just like Uncle Scott told me to, I'm not too worried about this situation, and I'm just going to focus on working. So things on the work front are going pretty well for me, but my personal life is a mess right now, to be honest. My mother and I have not spoken ever since that last conversation, and I can't even count how many days it has been since then, and I've been really lonely. Nobody else from the family has spoken to me either, and it is tough, but I'm just trying to

deal with it. I do still have a few friends from Uncle Brian's company, and they have a few friends from Uncle Brian's company, and they have kept me updated on whatever's going on. Apparently, they have already announced that I have left them, but they did not include the fact that I've left to work with Uncle Scott, probably because it would not reflect too well on the company that somebody in a position like mine quit to work with their direct competitors. They also made the announcement that Dean would be taking over as CEO in a couple of months after Uncle Brian retired, and he was also going to be a partner in the firm, and they are hosting a work party in his honor

in a couple of days. As for the CFO position which had been left when I left, it is being filled by one of the employees who had always had subordination problems with me. They probably did that on purpose just to piss me off. It just made me feel sad for them, though. If that employee had problems with me, I'm pretty sure she's going to have problems with them in the future as well, but that's their issue to deal with now. Anyway, I spoke to my friends in the company, and I told them that they were free to join me with Uncle Scott now since we could offer them better salaries. Ultimately it's up to them, but I can tell that some of them really want to work with me because they're not too confident about the changes taking place in the company,

and they think it would be better for them to quit while they are ahead. So I've made the offer, let's see who switches. Update 3, hey, so it's been close to a month since I started working with Uncle Scott, and things have been great. I am now officially the CFO and also a partner in the firm. I'm pretty happy about it, and even though my mother is still not speaking to me, I think I've moved on. There's also another piece of good news that some of my friends from my previous company have quit their jobs and have applied here so they can work with me, and Uncle Scott is pretty pleased with it. Uncle Brian, however, has found this move even more aggravating, and a couple of days ago, after almost four employees quit so that they could join us, he showed up at my house with Dean.

I had just come back home when they started ringing the doorbell, and when I saw that it was them, I spoke to them through the intercom. I told them to clear out because I did not want to have any conversation with them about anything. I knew that they were here to discuss the fact that I had spoken to a couple of employees and they had been influenced to join me, but I told them that I had neither forced nor coerced anybody to do this. They had made this move of their own accord, and I knew that they wanted an excuse to blame me, but even they knew that this is not my fault.

But Uncle Brian was out of control, and he started screaming at me from outside the door, saying that I was poaching employees from them and it was just not fair and that he would take legal action against me for influencing his employees. I'm pretty sure that that's not grounds for a lawsuit, but I just let him scream himself hoarse

because I knew that there was no point in saying anything to him while he was screaming so loudly that he wouldn't even be able to hear me. When he finally seemed to run out of steam, I told him that I wanted him to clear out because otherwise they would be forcing my hand to call the cops, and already so many people were leaving the company. I'm pretty sure they did not want more people to leave citing the fact that they seemed to be mentally unstable. When I said that, Dean piped up all of a sudden and said that this was no way to behave with somebody who had been there for me for so long after my father had passed away. He called me insensitive and selfish, saying that I had no respect for anything that his father had done for my family. I found that whole bit very pompous and ridiculous. I told him that I respected Uncle Brian just as much as he respected me. I also reminded him that my father had also worked very hard to bring this company to where it is now, and after his passing, I had also put in a lot of work.

The only person who had never done anything was Dean, so he had no right to be here speaking up on this. At least Uncle Brian was worthy of being where he is right now, but he just got his position as a form of charity since Uncle Brian did not want him to leave the company and work anywhere else since it was a family business. Then I continued and told him exactly what Uncle Brian had said when he told me that he was offering the position of CEO to Dean since he had asked for it and was not going to settle for anything less. In my original post, you guys might remember that I mentioned that my uncle had told me that

the only reason he was offering this position to Dean and not me was because his son wanted it, and even though he knew that I deserved it more, he wanted to placate his son. He also said that he would only be the nominal head, but I would actually be running the show, and I remembered it clear as day, and I mentioned it to Dean so he knew exactly where he stood with his father. And then there was silence. I heard them arguing softly, and then I heard footsteps of them walking away and pulling out of the driveway. So my job was done. Now the two of them could duke it out, but at least they would leave me alone. The next day I woke up to find out that both of them had blocked me, and I was very pleased.

Anyway, life is getting better now. I know that whatever's going on right now would have made my dad very upset, but at least I have the satisfaction of knowing that none of this was my fault. Uncle Brian got greedy and kicked me out, so if there is anybody to blame for the situation, it's him.

I'm very clear about that now so that nobody else can ever try to guilt-trip me again into doubting myself. The only person I'm still holding out hope on is my mother. I really do wish that she comes around eventually because she and I have always had a great relationship, and especially after my father passed away, we had started bonding even more. I definitely miss her every single day, and I keep thinking that maybe she will text me eventually, but so far I have had no such luck.

At least she hasn't blocked me yet, so maybe she's keeping the door open. I might try to reach out to her if I start missing her too much, but for now, I'm still trying to figure out what to do. Update 4, Hey guys, it has been close to six months since my last update, and since then many things have changed. For starters, Uncle Brian has officially retired and Dean has taken over the company. So far, he's just maintaining the status quo and not doing anything different. Maybe things might work out for them after all, but it hardly matters to me. Since then, a lot of employees that used to work there have switched over to us, and I'm very happy about it since I get to see a lot of old faces in my new company. My mother and I have

still not spoken to each other, but I finally might have a reason for that now. A couple of weeks ago, I was having dinner and drinks with Uncle Scott and his wife. After a while, my aunt left the room to get some rest, and while talking, I finally asked him. Since now I was pretty grown up and we were working together, I felt like I really had to know what had happened between him and the family that had led to him getting cut off. And he finally told me that years ago, my mother had tried to start an affair with him. On the day of Thanksgiving dinner that was being hosted in our house, she asked him to help her out in the kitchen, and he followed her without having any idea about what was going to happen. But once they were alone in the kitchen, she told him that

she wanted to take things beyond with him, and even though she was married to my dad, her eyes had always been on him. He tried to get away from her, and just in a nick of time, and he tried to get away from her, and just in a nick of time, my dad entered the kitchen and caught the two of them standing really close, and my mom freaked out and started accusing him of trying to start something with her. I don't remember this because Dean and I were in our rooms, but my dad had lost his temper and kicked him out of the house that day. Later on that day, they had told me that Uncle Scott had to leave because he had some emergency at work. However, after that day, my mom came up with a bunch of other lies to cover up for this incident so that nobody would believe him, and even told Uncle Brian and my

that he had been planning to steal money from the company as well and start something of his own. My dad and uncle Brian had confronted him about this later and had told him that they were going to mess him up real good if he did not step aside on his own. So he decided to leave the company and started his own business, and since then he has had nothing to do with his family. After I found out about all of this, I decided it would be best for me to follow in his footsteps and have nothing to do with my family either. It was really saddening to find out about my mother, is what it is. I have accepted the facts, and this is my life now. I hope you enjoy this story. My sibling referred to my child as an error during her celebration for the impending birth of her

child, so I disclosed that she is in fact our relative, and that she is the hidden child of my mother's former partner that my father was unaware of. About. My sister, Melissa, 28F, and I, 31F, already never had a very good relationship and we mostly just attended each of. other's events and stuff for the sake of appearances. But at her baby shower recently, she made a very horrible remark about my son and I ended up spilling the beans on her and basically just revealed that she's not even family. This is something that I had known for many years and it finally came out and now, things are going really badly for my family and they're blaming me for it. I don't think that it's fair for them to do that, especially when they have never stood up for me

when they had to. I have been used to her sly gibes and stuff about my marriage for quite some time now and usually, I just ignore it because I know that she's doing it for attention and I don't want to give her the satisfaction of getting a response out of me. But recently, she dragged my son into it, and that was the last straw. For context, I have a three-year-old son with my husband but we got married just last year. And I don't think it's as problematic or shameful as she makes it out to be either because I think we made a good decision since my husband and I had only been together for six or seven months when I conceived my son. We were not ready to get married at the time, so we decided to take it slow, and instead of getting married

because I was pregnant, we decided to continue seeing each other and take things at our own pace. Things worked out well because even after I found out about the pregnancy, we kept getting to know each other better, and then, after my son was born, he moved in with us. Then, after having stayed together for quite a while, we decided to get married last year. I don't know how this is any of her concern, but she just likes to make comments about this and make me out to be some sort of a moral or unethical person just because I had a child out of wedlock which is such an outdated idea that I don't even feel the need to dignify it with a response. It's not like I couldn't have said anything if I wanted to because trust me, if she had as to

how she became a part of the family, she never would have had the audacity to talk to me that way. But unfortunately, I never spoke up about it because I did not want to hurt my mom. I accidentally found out some things a couple of years ago but by then, my parents were happy, and Melissa had already been a part of our family for her entire life, and my mom literally went down on her knees and begged me not to spill the beans on her big secret. So out of respect for her, I didn't say anything for a very long time but this time, at the baby shower, I just couldn't hold back anymore. Before getting into Melissa and her thing, I feel like I have to mention what happened at the

baby shower. So once everyone had arrived and we were all talking and stuff, Melissa stood very close to me with a group of her friends and started talking real loud. She was telling them about how she had known her husband for three years before she got married to him and they waited for two years before they decided to get pregnant. After explaining the timeline to them, she started telling them that she had planned her future with her husband very carefully because she wanted to make sure that everything was on track and they did not have any surprises.

Because the last thing that she wanted was for her first child to be a mistake, since that would really derail her plans and she didn't want to end up like a certain somebody. I guess it's easy to understand why it was the last straw for me because before this, at least she had the decency to keep her insults very tame and it was very easy for me to ignore them. But this one was not like that, this time, what she said was very disgusting and the implication that my son had been a mistake who had derailed my life, I did not like it. Besides, my husband and my son were right there beside me and they had heard everything as well, which really upset me even more.

So I just snapped and addressed her directly and then I told her that she wouldn't be talking so much if she knew about her own story and then just got into it before my mom could stop me. Very frankly, I wasn't even thinking about how this would reflect on my mom because for so many years, even though I had kept a secret to myself, she had never stood up for me or told Melissa to cut it out. So I just went ahead full throttle and that's how everybody found out that Melissa isn't actually my sister. She's my cousin and my mom adopted her when she was six months old. And I don't think that the guests would have found that so scandalous if that was the worst of it, but unfortunately, there was more. My aunt being Melissa's real biological mother was still fine, but it was the identity of the father that really had people shocked. Melissa's dad, and a huge part of the reason my mom adopted her, was my mom's ex-boyfriend from high school

and the only man she had dated before she met my dad. The cherry on top was the fact that my mom had basically manipulated my father into adopting Melissa by telling him that her sister was just 22 and she was not ready to take on the responsibility of being a mother. So she made it seem like she was doing something very kind and that's how they ended up adopting Melissa. But the darker truth was that my mom just wanted an excuse to stay in touch with her ex and up until a couple of years back. I know for a fact that she was still in touch with him about this. I don't want to get into the details of it, but basically, my mom and her ex broke up after high school, and then, in college, she met my dad and started dating him and after

graduation, she got married to him. But I guess they were never really able to get over each other and soon enough, her ex hooked up with his sister which is messy as it is. I don't even know how that ended up happening, but that's none of my business. Anyway, they were involved with each other for a couple of months and that's how my aunt ended up pregnant with Melissa but she wasn't ready for a child, so she requested my mom to adopt the baby. The problem is that my mom pretty much already had her hands full with me because I was three at the time, which is pretty young, and she wasn't ready for a second child. So that's when her ex decided to step in, he told her that it was his baby and he requested her and then she finally gave in. She somehow convinced my dad to adopt

Melissa and that's how she became a part of the family. Obviously, I don't really remember any of this because, like I said, I was just three years old back then, so even I had no clue that Melissa was not my biological sister, she had been adopted. We were both raised to believe that we were bio-sisters and after my aunt passed away in a car accident three years after Melissa was born, there was nobody to contradict our parents either. So we grew up believing that she was my sister until my mom accidentally left her phone unlocked a couple of years back and I ended up reading a few of her messages while she was talking to her ex. Back then, I did not know that it was her ex. I just knew that it was some guy asking about Melissa, talking about how much his daughter had grown up and trying to

grab lunch with my mom and also telling her to bring Melissa with her because he believed that it was finally time for her to find out the truth. My mom hadn't replied, but I scrolled up and I saw that she had been in touch with this guy for a while and I found it very suspicious. So I confronted her about it and that's how the entire story came out. My dad was obviously aware of the fact that Melissa was his sister-in-law's daughter, not his wife's, but she had been very clever and excluded the fact that it was actually her ex's daughter as well. The two sisters had told my dad that some random guy she had a one-night stand with was actually the father of the baby, and that didn't raise any alarms with my dad, so he was blissfully

unaware of everything until I brought it up at the baby shower. This shocked Melissa, and to top it off, I decided to taunt her about how she had made an even bigger mistake than my son, so she should probably look into her own life story first. It was intentional, I won't lie, and I knew that it was going to cause a lot of trouble for everyone in my family, but I honestly couldn't care less about it. And right now, Melissa is not talking to my parents and has even rescinded their invitation to the wedding. Back when I left the baby shower, she looked pretty furious and she was having a hysterical

temper tantrum, so this isn't surprising. However, I really didn't see my parents' divorce coming because apparently, after the baby shower, my mom and my dad got into a really big fight at the baby shower itself about the whole thing with her ex. Because, of course, he had no clue about that detail, and for the past couple of years, even after I had found out about it, I hadn't breathed a word of it because my mom had promised me that she had nothing going on with him. She even told me that the only reason she had responded to him recently was because he had been pestering her for months about Melissa and being a parent herself, she didn't think it was right to continue ignoring him. Apart from that, she told me that whatever feelings she had had for him at the beginning of her

marriage were gone, and now, all she loved and valued was my dad. So for the sake of that, I kept her secret, but now, I don't think that I should care because clearly, they didn't care about me, which is why they never stood up for me when Melissa was blatantly insulting and humiliating in public. Part of it is my fault, too, I never stood up for myself either, but that's just because I did not want to create any drama and embarrass my family. I knew that at the end of the day, they were going to try and blame me, which is why my mom is going out of her way right now to pin everything on me.

She's been sending me text after text, telling me that I've ruined everything for her, because her daughter isn't speaking to her and her husband has moved out and is demanding a divorce, all because she tried to do something good for her sister and she's claiming that my little ego-driven outburst ruined everything. Believe it or not, I do feel a little guilty because it's true that her life is pretty much in shambles right now and that's just because I lost my temper. Of course, none of my friends or my husband thinks that I did anything wrong, but still, I feel like I need to get a second opinion. Ida for revealing my mom's secrets and ruining her life out of anger? Edit, guys, I'm not really sure about what exactly went wrong with my mom's

relationship, and I also didn't think it was relevant in the context of the story, so I didn't include it. But anyway, this is what she told me, she said that she had to break up with her ex because they couldn't do the whole distance thing and they were going to different colleges after high school. After she met my dad, she really liked him, but she still had feelings for her ex so things were a bit complicated. Eventually, she chose my dad. She chose my dad. She was a lot of because she thought that he could provide a more stable lifestyle compared to her ex, who was more on the party animal side of things. And from what my mom told me,

it was apparently at some party that her ex bumped into my sister and they ended up hooking up. Of course, she was not happy about it in the beginning and that's why she was very hesitant to adopt their daughter, but even after she got married, she felt like she still had some lingering feelings for her ex. Which is why he was able to convince her to adopt Melissa, but she knew that my dad wouldn't like it if he got to find her. find out about it so she kept that a secret from him. Now this is whatever my mom had told me

when I confronted her about the messages. But you guys can take it with a pinch of salt because things might have been different. It's just that I don't know anybody else who would be able to tell me the truth so my mom's word is all that I have to go on right now. Anyway, since a lot of you have been asking about what exactly went on with my mom, dad, her sister and her ex. This is basically the gist of whatever she told me. Update 1. Hi, thanks for the comments and stuff. I really needed to hear that because I had been feeling very guilty about whatever was going on with my mom, but now I don't, not so much.

It's been a week since the baby shower and my sister is still not speaking to anyone from the family but they only have themselves to blame for that. My parents are both upset with me, but mostly my mom, because a couple of days ago, my dad finally sent over the divorce papers. She's been living separately ever since they fought at the baby shower. and until recently, I hadn't blocked my mother, so she had kept messaging me and telling me that she blames me for everything that I had ruined her life. I don't know what she was expecting me to do, it's not like I can take back everything that I had said at the baby shower,

and all of a sudden, people would start pretending like everything was normal. Blaming me was only a waste of time for her, but I guess she just needed a place to vent, so she kept accusing me of ruining everything for her. Anyway, I had been feeling bad and a little confused, so I hadn't been able to block her but then, after reading the comments here, and after speaking to everybody who loves me, I realized that I was doing the right thing. I had no reason to keep her secrets, especially when she never stood up for me, so she could be as mad as she wanted to, it hardly makes a difference to me anymore.

I'm done covering up for her, and I don't care what happens with the family anymore. I don't have anything to do with them, they have never supported her. me in anything and I'm just done. From now on, I'm just going to keep focusing on my family, my husband, and my son, and that's it. Update 2. So it's been two weeks since the baby shower and my dad finally reached out to me today. Up until recently, he hadn't spoken to me directly, but I knew that he was also blaming me for everything that was going wrong. Thanks to a bunch of his relatives, who had texted me to let me know that they had felt very disappointed by my behavior and they didn't think that I was the kind of person who would cover up for my mom,

especially regarding something so serious. So I knew that he had been bad-mouthing me as well, even though he hadn't exactly come out and said it to me directly like my mom had. That's why when he reached out to me, I had literally no interest in speaking to him. But he just kept calling me, from other numbers when I blocked his number, and after a while, I was forced to pick up the call since I knew that he was not going to let this go. When I answered, he told me that. after everything that I had done, the least I could do was answer his phone calls and be civil

to him. He said that he did not expect an apology from me because after all, I was my mom's daughter, but he still expected me to allow him to see his grandson. And under ordinary circumstances, I might have even agreed with him, just for the sake of it, but his tone was so nasty that instantly told him that I was not going to let my son see anybody from this family because pretty much everyone was just spineless and stupid. For so long, they had never liked me. and now they expected me to be the perfect daughter for them. No chance of that happening, and I told him that I did not want anything to do with him anymore. Before he had the chance to argue with me, I just hung up the phone quickly. But when I got home, I saw that my dad was out

there, waiting for me. I had picked up my son from my mother-in-law's place since she is the one who takes care of him while my husband and I are away at work, so since my son was with me, I did not want to get into any dramatic situation or worse, a fight with my dad. Because my son obviously has no idea about all of the drama going on behind his back, he still loves his grandparents and he was very happy to see his grandpa after a long time. He literally ran towards him and my dad picked him up and they played for a while we were standing outside my house since I had no idea what to do. It was a pretty awkward situation because I myself had no interest in speaking to my father

or interacting with him in any way whatsoever, but it was clear that my son did not feel the same way. Anyway, after a couple of minutes, I unlocked the doors to the house and asked my son to go in and freshen up just so that I would have an excuse to speak to my dad in private. After my son left, I told my dad that my son was playing nice because he was just a child and had no idea what was going on with the family, but I'm not a child anymore and everybody in the family has really hurt me. So right now, I don't want to interact with anyone and I I asked him to leave. He got really annoyed and told me that this behavior did not make any sense to him because as far as he is concerned, he was the man who had been betrayed the most, not only by his

life, but also by me. So the least I could do was at least pretend to be apologetic, even if I didn't feel that way in real life. But the way I was acting, like I had nothing to be sorry about, it was making him question whether he and my mother had raised me correctly at all. I told him very clearly that if he felt betrayed, that's how I had been feeling for the past many years. So my behavior right now was just a culmination of those feelings, and if he didn't approve of that, tough, because I had learned to behave this way from my parents. All throughout the past couple of years, they had very expertly turned a blind eye to Melissa constantly humiliating me every chance that she got. And nobody had the audacity to say anything

to her, but now, all of a sudden, just because I've spilled a few secrets of the family, I'm the villain? Mind you, this is a family that has never cared for me much. So why exactly am I supposed to care about them? Obviously, my dad did not have an answer to these questions. He was stumped and I just went on speaking. I explained to him exactly how upset I had been when Melissa had made that comment about my son at the baby shower, calling him a mistake, and even then, nobody had stood up for me or my son. So right now, the whole act that he was putting up with really loving his grandson, I told him to just save it for somebody who would believe in it. I didn't doubt that my parents loved my son. Everyone did because he's just a kid and it's easy to love him. But at the end of today,

I knew that the golden child's grandson would probably mean more to them than my son would after he was born. Besides, if the father could not even bring himself to defend or just speak up and say something at least when his dear grandson was being referred to as a mistake, then I don't think he had any business overstepping my boundaries and coming to visit his grandson when I had made it very clear that I did not approve of it right now. That's all that I had to say, and he didn't seem to have anything to say in response or in defense, so I just walked to the door and shut it. I thought that he might try to come inside and meet my son again, but he didn't, and a couple of minutes later, when I looked through the window, he was gone. Later on, when my husband came back

home, I told him everything about my interaction with my dad and he told me that this had been a long time coming. My parents really loved to pretend like they have been heard in the situation, but in reality, day after day, and they have never cared about it. So this whole expectation from me that I should always be a good daughter and put my family before myself every single time, had been drilled into my head subconsciously, but I'm breaking out of it now. I've already dealt with my father and made it clear to him that I'm not interested in speaking to him anymore, and if my mom contacts me again, she'll be hearing the same. Though, for now, I think she's keeping her distance from me, probably because she's busy with

divorce and everything at the moment. It has been close to one month since I last spoke to anybody from my family, and that was my dad. I kind of told him off in my last update and since then, he has had the good sense to stay away from me. Melissa and I have obviously had no contact since the day of the baby shower and I don't think any of us are worse off for it. After I had blocked my mom, she kept her distance from me as well. But then, a couple of days ago, I started receiving messages from some anonymous accounts on Facebook and all of them were really hateful ones, telling me that I'm a horrible human being, absolutely worthless, and stuff like that. Initially, it was a bit off-putting and I thought it was somebody playing a

prank on me, but I know that none of my friends have such a terrible sense of humor. At first, It did not even occur to me that it might have been my mom because it seemed like a really far-fetched possibility. But right now? I don't think that it's so far-fetched because last night, my husband told me that he had been receiving messages like that all day from the same accounts. The catch is that he hadn't been receiving those same messages. Nobody was insulting him, but basically, he was being told terrible things about me.

In fact, my mom had even taken it up a notch and had been telling my husband that I'm a cheater, I sleep around and whatnot. Obviously, none of it is true. She was just saying it to get under our skin, but as soon as we figured out that it might have been my mom, we just started thinking of the whole thing as something really pathetic and it makes me feel ashamed that I'm even associated with this woman. This is my mom that we're talking about.

She is in her 50s, for crying out loud, and this is not the kind of thing that she should be getting up to right now. And for what? Just because she hates me for spilling her secrets? It's just sad and pathetic and it really goes to show that I didn't do anything wrong by telling everybody her reality. I don't even understand what she hopes to get from this, she's just being hateful for no reason and this is a waste of her time and energy. If we want to, we can report her and put an end to this, but honestly, that will be a waste of our time and energy because we

really don't care. This reflects badly on her, it has nothing to do with us. I can tell that she has taken everything that has been happening really hard because this is some juvenile crap that she's pulling off and I wish I could say I was upset with her or angry about this, but I just feel bad for her because I can't believe that this is what my mom has been reduced to right now. Update 4, hi, so it's been a couple of months since my last update, and today, I heard from an aunt of mine that my parents finalized their divorce last week. I was attending an engagement party and this was one of the first family events that I had attended ever since the baby shower, so I was kind of skeptical about going because I thought I might see my parents there, or worse,

I might see Melissa. But I had to attend, I couldn't just skip it like every other event for the past couple of months, because it's my cousin who got engaged and she and I are kind of close. So she insisted that I come by and I agreed to drop in, but when my aunt told me that neither of my parents were attending and Melissa had already declined the invitation, I stayed for longer and she ended up telling me a lot of things about my family. I've not been in touch with for a very long time, so I had no idea that the divorce had already been finalized. I feel kind of bad for them, but well, I knew this was coming. After my last update, where my mom had been sending me and my husband anonymous messages

on Facebook to get on our nerves, we just ignored her for a couple of weeks and she stopped on her own. My dad did try to get in touch with me a couple of times, telling me that he really wanted to see his grandson but I did not reply. I didn't have anything to say to these people anymore, so I've just completely cut them out of my life. My aunt told me that she hasn't spoken to my mom in a very long time and since she is from my dad's side of the family, she doesn't really know what she has been up to, but she knows that my dad really misses me and even more than me. He misses his grandson. I felt kind of bad about that, so I feel like I might let him come see my son in a couple of days. Not because I want to fix things with him, but because I know that my son misses his grandpa as well.

Out of all his grandparents, he got along with his grandpa and he's been asking about him a lot. I guess I can put my anger aside for his sake now, at least. I hope you enjoy this story. Mother used her access tool to enter her adult son's temporary lodging space and discovered him embracing his romantic partner. She experienced a sudden emotional breakdown until it was revealed that she had neglected to bring her own access tool. medication. I, 40am, have been dating my girlfriend Kelly, 50F, for nearly two years. We are currently on vacation with her son Ryan, 23M, and his girlfriend Emily, 23F, as well as my sister, Bill, niece, and her boyfriend. To preface this, I know Ryan very well. I've known him for nearly a

decade now, I was his coach in high school and we grew very, very close. He is a very close. He is practically a son to me. He's also been dating Emily since high school. When we were planning this trip Kelly said that Ryan wasn't allowed to share a room with Emily. I thought she was joking, but she was not. I know Ryan is sexually active, and I've known by word of his mouth since he was a teenager. I said fine, and the technical plans were that Ryan and my niece's boyfriend would share a room, and my niece and Emily would share a room. Obviously that room arrangement wasn't going to last. Everyone was fine with the technical room arrangement. The girls even had a slumber party one of the first nights. Ryan picked up that this was just to appease Kelly. I handed him his keys and said

give the second one to whoever and he immediately gave it to Emily. My niece did the same in giving her spare key to her boyfriend. This is exactly what everyone thought would happen. Anyway, somehow Ryan had left his wallet in our room last night. Instead of bringing him, bringing it to him at breakfast or knocking on his door or even shooting him a text, Kelly used the key in it to walk into his room. She saw things she didn't want to see. To be fair, they weren't having sex. What was described to me was that they were both nude, covered up at least on their bottom halves,

but they were snuggled up and he was running his fingers on her back. This sounds like how most loving couples are after having sex. She was in hysterics. She refused to come to breakfast. I told her that was fine but she wasn't going to make this a big deal on our vacation. Emily very sweetly apologized to me and said she knows how Kelly can be, which frankly made me feel terrible. When I went to retrieve Kelly from the room she was still in a mood.

She expressed to me how upset she was and I told her be thankful all she saw was the snuggling and not the actual act. That made her really upset and I told her she was overreacting. Ryan is an adult who has been with the same woman for years. She has confided in me before that she doesn't like Emily, but frankly I've never seen her do anything wrong. She's a bit punky and Ryan is a bit more preppy, but she's a sweet person who cares deeply for Ryan and vice versa. She called me every name in the book when I told her she was overreacting. She called him a child and accused me of taking Emily's side over her.

I'm genuinely concerned. I've even considered the possibility that she forgot to bring some mood-regulating medication because I have never seen her act like this, and I'm being shunned by her for being an asshole. Currently we're all sitting on the beach while Kelly mopes inside. Update. First and foremost, thank you to everyone who commented. I appreciated the helpful comments and was entertained by the less helpful ones. Even if I didn't reply, I did read every single one.

Before I get started, there are a few things I wanted to clear up. I know Kelly is mentally ill, however in the nearly two years we've been together I never really noticed anything particularly concerning. Her relationship with Ryan has gotten a lot better both from what I can see and from what Ryan and I have talked about. As for her relationship with Emily, she was never particularly rude to her, but they've also never been close. Kelly is in regular therapy and is medicated for mood regulation.

Additionally, I am very, very careful when it comes to enabling behavior for anyone, including Kelly. The reason I took her comment about them staying in separate rooms as a joke is because I genuinely thought it was a joke. That was a ridiculous statement to make. I was sitting at my desk booking the rooms, she had made that comment, I chuckled, and then we started talking about something else. I had no reason to believe that she genuinely felt that way.

When she reminded me of her rule in the hotel lobby, I looked at her like she was crazy. She didn't make a scene, and frankly I was exhausted, so I just gave up and handed people the pairs of keycards and told them to do whatever they wanted, and within the hour I was asleep on the beach. I spoke to Ryan before anyone else, apologizing on Kelly's behalf. Since I've known him the longest of the young couple, I figured it'd be easier to talk to him. He was surprisingly understanding of the situation. and apologized back to me for starting this whole thing, which I let him know was a ridiculous thing to apologize for. Before I even had the chance, he himself brought up emotional incest, and said

that that was something she was really bad about when he was a teenager and still needed to work on now that he was an adult out of the house. I spoke with Emily and the conversation went similarly. Ryan has always been very strict on his boundaries surrounding how his mother treats Emily, usually leaving her alone for a few days or weeks until she is able to be respectful towards her again. When I asked them both if they knew why Emily was disliked by Kelly, neither of them knew exactly. Emily did suggest that right before Ryan moved out, Kelly had walked in on them actually having sex. Her reaction was even more extreme than this one. They had just graduated high school, meaning Ryan was about three months from 19 and Emily was newly 18.

This argument caused him to move in with Emily's family, which according to Ryan was extremely tough for Kelly. That event practically thrust her into needing to deal with her attachment issues and trauma, because Ryan told her he would no longer be in contact with her unless she started going to therapy and working on herself. The day of the post, Kelly was able to get an emergency appointment with her therapist. After that, she had calmed down significantly and I was able to actually talked to her. While the whole talk was far too personal for me to go into detail about, I want to talk about a few points. The first thing I asked was what the actual hell was going on. While her unhealthy attachment to her son is at play, she told me the situation was triggering

and sent her spiraling, then referenced the circumstances regarding Ryan moving out, which we had never spoken about before. She has a lot of trauma surrounding being a single mother, and certainly has abandonment issues. Ryan's father was a brief, few-week fling who she thought would want to stay with her to raise a baby, and ended up leaving her alone. I decided to ask her why she disliked Emily. At first she said it was because she was loud-mouthed and had Ryan by the balls. I told her to rephrase and a more productive was and she said she was opinionated and Ryan would move mountains for her.

While I do adore Emily, she is certainly opinionated, but very intelligent and extremely respectful and polite. Additionally, Ryan hangs off of every word she says. He has told me himself that she's always the most interesting person in the room to him. That's not to say that both of them are perfect, in fact I saw them bicker about a plate of fruit yesterday, but they are both great together. I told Kelly she should be proud that she raised a son that loves and appreciates his significant others so much that he has openly admitted that he would do anything for her. that lightened up her mood significantly. Funny enough, her therapist suggested she to talk to her primary care doctor or OB-G-Y-N about menopause,

which was what another commenter suggested. Her therapist suggested her medication may need to be adjusted if that's the case, as the extreme reaction was frankly out of character, and there have been other mood-related issues she's been dealing with. Initially I was not going to ask about what medication she forgot. As someone who is on antidepressants, whenever I would express rational anger, some toxic people in my life would immediately dismiss it, claiming I haven't taken my meds. I absolutely hate that.

With that being said, I decided it was best for me to ask which medication she forgot. To no one's shock, it was indeed a mood-regulating medication. Her sister is joining us for the second week, so she will be bringing her medication. Finally, Ryan and Emily had joined us in a conversation. It was filled with a lot of apologies, a little bit of tears, and a surprising amount of hugging. From what I gather this is not the first conversation of its kind between the three. One thing that was spoken about was how Kelly ended up with Ryan's wallet in the first place. Ryan is not someone who forgets their wallet or their keys, or phone, or any other personal item. There was a brief argument about

whether or not Kelly took his wallet, but she denied this, and Emily suggested it just fell out of his pocket when he laid on the couch. The biggest topic of conversation was Kelly opening the door with no invitation. She was not able to give a rational reason for doing so, and finally agreed with Emily when she had said that Kelly just wanted to catch them off guard. Ryan also put Kelly in her place as far as boundaries go, which I have seen him to but before but I'm always impressed by, considering I remember when he felt like he had to just let his mom do whatever she wanted so that she was happy. Kelly accepted responsibility and spoke rather openly about her conversation with her therapist,

which led to a lot of compassion and understanding from Ryan and Emily. Emily expressed her gratitude for Kelly accepting responsibility, and even suggested they get a drink together. It was generally agreed upon that this entire situation was ridiculous, and that everyone just wanted to enjoy their vacation. Kelly finally gathered herself enough to join us all for our vacation. I feel at ease knowing I can finally, actually relax. Since then our days have been filled with drinks, beach, good food, and naps, and I couldn't

be happier. Next story. Husband accused me of baby trapping him and ran away to his parents' house when his friend got baby trapped. But when he found out my baby is a girl he suddenly wanted to come back. My husband, M35, and I, F-32, have been married for seven years. He lived next door and we just clicked, it was like a fairy tale. One thing I have always thought made our marriage so strong was our friendship with each other and our trust in one another, although now my husband seems to think otherwise.

Recently, my husband found out that his friend, Jeff, M34, has been baby trapped. Basically, Jeff's wife, F-32, stopped taking the pill and fell pregnant a few months into their relationship, and only came clean after the wedding. Jeff came from a very conservative family, which his wife knew, and so he felt obligated to marry her after the pregnancy. Unfortunately, he also now feels obligated to stay regardless of the clearly messed up dynamic because he feels that he is made a vow and will stick by his wife and child. My husband, for some reason, has been really rattled by this. I am currently four months pregnant with our first, and my husband asked me yesterday if I was

trying to baby trap him. I first laughed because I honestly thought it was a joke. He was dead serious and doubled down, so I told him that we have already been married for seven years and a baby was not going to trap him any more than he already is. My husband did not like that answer and said that there was no time limit on baby trapping, and that my intentions were clearly not pure given how I was acting as if his concerns were a joke. He said he had trusted me in the past, but me laughing in his face gave him no reason to trust me now. I did not really know what he wanted or how I was meant to respond, and I said we should talk about

this in the morning. Today I woke up and my husband was gone, but I did have a nasty text from his brother, M28, saying that I had forced my husband into this pregnancy, despite it having been a joint decision. My husband is MIA and not responding to calls or texts, and now I am wondering how on earth to go forward. Any advice is appreciated. Update 1. Hey, Everyone. I wanted to quickly update everyone who was kind enough to give me some advice. I didn't respond to anyone because my post was locked quite quickly, but I have read every single comment and message. I am very grateful. I realized while I was reading the comments that everyone was right, I wasn't angry enough. My husband had insulted me in our marriage in a very hurtful

way, and it just didn't really register for a while. I was so confused and upset that it didn't occur to me to be angry, but I think everything just needed to sink in. In the meantime, I called my best friend, F-31, who has been such a rock in my life. She came over with some chocolate, and was furious when she heard. She called her husband, M-34, to the house after I had gotten everything out of my system. He is a family lawyer, and he said that he would happily represent me if I wanted to go through with a divorce. This man is a saint, and will draw up divorced papers on Monday. My Mill, F-66, showed up with my husband in the car not long after my best friend's husband arrived, and she practically dragged him to the door. My Mill said that he had showed up at

there's late last night saying that he was certain that I was using the baby to trap him. Fortunately, my Mill is a smart woman and absolutely tore him a new one before dragging him to the house today to apologize. My worm of a husband did not look me in the eye the entire time, but said that he was scared about becoming a dad and projected his fears onto me. He said he wasn't sure if he was ready for that kind of commitment. But he will step up, as if he is some kind of hero, I roll. I called him a coward and told him that he should stay with his parents until I'm ready to talk to him. I didn't want to say anything about the divorce papers because I didn't know what his reaction

would be, but he will find out soon enough. I also showed my mill the text from my bill, and her face was like a storm cloud. I don't know what will happen there, but I am sure it will be bad. For now, I am exhausted and just want to curl up and cry. My best friend has said she'll spend the night with me and we can watch silly movies. I have also made an appointment with a therapist for next week, but for now, I just need to rest. I am exhausted and devastated that my marriage has come crumbling down. Sorry for the sad ending, everyone.

Update 2. Thank you to everyone for all the messages and kind pieces of advice. I have received so many requests for an update, so I thought I would quickly post and let you all know how I am doing. Overall, everything has settled a little bit. In good news, I had a scan with a doctor, my mill attended with me, and the baby is happy and healthy. I finally found out the gender, I am having a little girl. I am over the moon. My mill was a gem and was so tough. that I had included her in the scan. She is very excited to be a granny. On that note, my mill organized a family lunch a couple of days after the scan. I was a little reluctant,

but I knew that she had good intentions and wouldn't do anything to make matters worse. When I arrived, my husband and Bill were there, along with my Phil, M70, and Mill. It was quite awkward until my Mill asked if anyone had anything to say. My Bill spoke first and apologized for his awful text, saying that he was swept up in the moment and wanted to support his brother. I explained how hurtful it had been to receive such a nasty and vindictive message, and that he knew as well as anyone that my husband and I had been trying for almost a year. He hung his head and mumbled something. That was pretty much the last I heard out of him for the afternoon. Next, my mill looked quite pointedly at my husband, but he actively avoided

anyone's eyes. Eventually she spoke up and announced that my husband would no longer be welcome to stay in their house. She said that she was ashamed to have her son behave the way that he has, and that she would prefer to make space for her granddaughter rather than have some low life hanging around. My husband had opened up his mouth to say something earlier, but his eyes lit up when she said granddaughter. My husband had always wanted a girl and he was suddenly in tears saying that he was so pleased to hear the gender. My husband was suddenly wanting to touch my belly and asked if he could come home and paint the nursery. I told him in no uncertain terms that he was not welcome and that he had destroyed any trust one had in him.

I told him that if I took him back, I would be worried that he would disappear at any kind of big news and that I couldn't have someone at my side who balked at the first chance. He asked me if I was telling him it was over, and I point-blank told him that that I had engaged a lawyer. My husband was kind of frantic, but I felt so calm, like someone had put a blanket over me in the situation. Normally I am a big crier, but I felt so removed from everything. My husband said that this was not fair, he had shown a little bit of panic and suddenly I am throwing away our life and denying him his daughter. My Phil reminded him that this is the same baby he felt trapped by no more than two weeks ago.

My husband said it was a mistake and he was stressed, but my mill asked him how he thought I felt. She asked him to imagine being so vulnerable and giving up your body to grow a family, and suddenly the one person you trust is accusing you of terrible things. He said it was a mistake and he projected his fears onto me. I told my husband that I felt so broken when he left because I had all these dreams of a beautiful family which came crashing down in an instant. My husband said that he wanted those things with me and he wanted our baby girl, but that

he let the panic overwhelm him. I told him that wasn't a good enough excuse for what he put me through, and that he certainly didn't seem panicked when his mom had to drag him to my door to apologize. He didn't have much of an answer other than to say that he was ready now and wanted our girl. In all of this, in all the times he told me he wanted me and our baby, he never once apologized properly. After a very, very long discussion, the lunch wrapped up and my mill stood by what she had said about my husband not being welcome. He asked again if he could come home with me, and I told him that it was my house, I owned the house before we married,

and it was going to be a safe space for me, that is to say, he is not welcome. As far as I know, he is staying at some hotel. Finally, he was served divorced papers at work on Friday. My bestie's husband drafted them earlier, but I wanted to wait until I had thought it all through. I received a few missed calls and crying voicemails asking if I was really throwing away our family, but I did not respond. He even took a crying selfie sitting in his car, which my bestie laughed at quite a bit. My mill called me when she heard, and told me that I am making the right decision. She said she never wanted my marriage to end this way or for her son to be so callous, but she said she is here for my baby and I, and that we will always be family.

She even tried to apologize on my husband's behalf, but I told her that was not necessary. At the end of the day, his actions are his to own. My best friend has been around all weekend and we went baby clothes shopping for a little bit of sunshine and all of this. She has been such a rock, and her husband has helped so much with the family. the process. I don't know what will happen next, but I feel much calmer and like I am making the right decision. I will update again if anything major or exciting happens, but for now, I just want to get through all of this and hopefully come out with a beautiful baby girl. Wish us luck.

I hope you enjoy this story. Partner served me a dish that triggers my allergies during his sibling's marriage celebration. Consequently, I ended our relationship, however, he is currently following me around, making public marriage proposals, and claiming that I am his soulmate. Wife If 29 met my boyfriend Michael M. 35 at a show I performed in, I am a theater person as a hobby, and he complimented my performance and bought me a drink. We have been together now for a little over a year. His sister got married last week and I was initially pleased to ask to be a bridesmaid,

but also a bit surprised as she barely knows me but I thought this was an attempt to have an excuse to also get to know each other better. Michael and I got into an argument the week before because he said that he wanted to entertain the thought of spicing up our sex life and having a threesome. He said since I was by, why not? I didn't like the idea too much and said so and it devolved into a petty cold war

and he started to ignore my messages after he left my place. He didn't reply to me at all until the day before the wedding asking what time he needed to pick me up since we can't go Sprite otherwise, people will gossip about us. He barely said anything to me the whole time we travel to the venue. The wedding was fine, but at the reception he got me a plate and leaned in to kiss me, but I shied away and he got up to mingle. I started feeling ill not too long after and 911 WOD called. I realized I was having an allergic reaction but had my pen, but still had to be carted off by the ambulance and that's when someone A.O. was looking for

Michael said that he had left with some of the other groomsmen to a bar nearby. I called six times and texted that it was an emergency as I was getting checked put by the paramedics and again when they strongly suggested I go to the hospital, but he never replied. I was released high the hospital and called him to ask him to pick me up, but he didn't pick up so I woke up my best friend and she took me home and stayed with me overnight to make sure I was okay. The next morning Michael called me but I was still asleep so he left me a lengthy voicemail yelling at me that I ruined his sister's wedding and that I always have to make things about me. He came over to further berate me and told me he should just break up with me at this point as I am

dramatic and this is all too much so I pointed out that he had gotten my plate. New full well that I have an allergic allergy to coconut and that his sister had told me afterwards that he knew that the cake he gave me was the coconut cream cake as all the food had signed saying what it was and what the ingredients were as I am not the only person with allergies that attended. He left telling me that he can't talk to me when I am this way. I was honestly exhausted so I didn't bother going after him. But his father called me to ask how I was doing and after I answered he then told me how I'm hurting Michael's heart by blaming him and Michael has been inconsolable since we fought.

I texted Michael to ask if we could talk but the conversation went back around somehow to the threesome and how I don't respect him even in intimate settings or want to hear him out regarding his needs and make things about me. I am so confused because to me this feels manipulative, but I respect his father so much, I go to their church and he is a pastor there, so to have him tell me I am in the wrong through me. Ada Edit A lot of comments are suggesting that this was intentional and I have actually never considered

he gave me something I am allergic on purpose and certainly not to use against me to leverage in our argument. But I think I may have to come clean and talk to his parents. I know them well, so hopefully it won't go too badly. Small update. Michael texted me this morning to apologize. He said the wedding was stressing him out and he had a lot on his mind, so he accidentally handed me the plate he meant for himself, not the one for me.

He said he didn't know I was in the hospital and feels bad he wasn't there for me, but he left the reception with some of the groomsmen to blow of much-needed steam. I don't know how I feel about it all, so I just replied, okay, he is now asking to come over and talk this out in person. Second edit. For any and all of you calling me stupid or implying I am a child and why am I still with this guy, etc., just know, you remind me a lot of him and how he used to put me down and bully me ands it's a real wonder of mine if you treat people in your life like he did me.

I suspect you do. Glad to be rid of him and indifferent about you. Relevant comments where Op has replied. Oh, she aims to misbehave. I'll be honest, have you, now that you are looking back, seen red flags like this? This behavior likely didn't just show up. Have you ever gotten ill after a disagreement with him? Op, oddly enough, I am sitting with my BFF and she asked me the same question and yes, actually.

Our first real argument that I can remember I was down with a stomach bug for almost a week and he visited me and made soup. Then the only big argument I can recall outside this one, he wanted to use labels really soon onto us going on some dates and I didn't and the next morning, I was sick with chest pains and stomach cramps. I don't want to sounds dramatic or accusatory, but since people have commented he might have purposefully given me something I am allergic to, I just don't know anymore. Hilda. Risk, Big 3301. NTA, the two of you are completely incompatible. He wants threesomes, you want to attend wedding receptions without leaving in an ambulance. Goop. Okay, when I read this I was with Bestie and we've been drinking and the

scream I scrumpeded laughing so hard nearly killed me more effectively than the Coconut LMAO. Update 1, June 1, 24. Well, many of you were right I should not have met him in person, but I did. He took me out to lunch insisting he pay for it all and it was incredibly over the top. He had flowers and a written letter of apology, but as some of you messaged me his apologies, the point by way of if I hurt you or that you're feeling X or wife feeling, etc. He quoted some scriptures and said he is repented as his carelessness caused me harm. I wasn't much moved by any of it until he said how much his family loves me and how much our church roots for us as a couple and I kind of sat back and realized that one flimsy reason

I was even entertaining for giving him and staying was because of the pressure I dealt with as the GF of a pastor's son. It occurred to me that there were so many times I let things slide because he he is the heir apparent so he had the power and the social aspect of our community. Sorry I know I am rambling, but I'm emotional and tipsy. I remembering just staring at him and saying it was incredibly alarming that by now he can't be aware of my oi-angle allergy and that he didn't bother to tell his own GF he was stepping out with the guys, or even that he was stepping out of his own sister's wedding at all.

He then said it was really actually kind of stupid of me to eat a cake that had coconut and implied, I am an idiot for not realizing what I had was coconut. I realized then he would never accept that he was in the wrong and thus there was no point. I stood up and smiled and said, you know what, don't worry about it. Thanks for dinner. Good night. To which he replied that if I wasn't going to grow up and accept his apology I am a waste of his time. He uses that a lot whenever we disagree and it usually hurts me deeply but this time it was like a rolladex of memories flooded my brain and I really suspect he's been deliberately making me sick whenever we disagree to teach me a lesson. I said I was done and he needn't waste his time with me from this point on and left.

I then sent screenshots to his father explaining the situation as best I can without blaming Michael for prior illnesses without proof and I got a text about 20 minutes ago from his father. His father is incredibly disappointed in my immaturity and hurt that I wouldn't even give it until Sunday at church where we can pray together, talk at hour and heal. I felt this way for a while but I was able to say at this time that using religion as a took of guilt is low and I am no longer concerned with his version of God as that version is a judgmental, cruel, and heartless jerk while the one I always thought of was loving, compassionate and kind. And I am done. I was told by him and by further emails rolling in that I am no longer welcome at my church until I reconcile with my

true husband and learn compassion and respect for my leaders. So I guess that's it. I will enjoy sleeping in tomorrow and eating coconut-free food while lazing about my home rather than going to three spray church services starting at 8 a.m. and then figure it all out from there. I don't know how to sign off, but I do watch a concerning amount of Charlotte Dobber videos and she usually ends things with practical shit like do your laundry or something so I will just say, live for yourself, feed your soul, and know you were enough. I certainly am going to put in the work to get there and I hope we all make it to the other side contented and filled with love and joy.

And by the way, F you Michael, I know you are reading this. I know you know it's me. And I hope your socks are always just a little soggy. Relevant comments where Op has replied. Still underscore Actuator underscore 8316. Holy crap. And you stayed with him. You poor girl.

No one deserves someone like that in their life. But you didn't say if you told his dad about him sending you to the hospital and potentially killing you. Because we both know and the rest of Reddit knows that he did that intentionally. And if there was proof of him giving you that cake, you could probably send his happy ass to jail. Boop. I didn't and don't have the best self-esteem. And here is the only black woman in the town.

that I've known of. I've always known that I am considered less desirable not saying that's right, but just knowing where I live. Been here since my pre-teen years. When Michael asked me out it was like a parade. Everyone acted like it was a Cinderella story and I won a lottery or something. I have a friend who I ha'ee been texting today and she is letting me know how dumb I've been, I never told her of our issues, and is about ready to commit crimes, L.O.L. I think I lost myself for a a bit, but I wanted to leave the church low-key for a while because of my treatment so that helps a bit. Update 2, August 3, 2024. It has been a hot minute. I forgot about my posts until I was watching a YouTube video on Reddit Stories and the story reminded me that I never did update. I found a church

in my city a bit more laid back, like we can go to the pub after and have a laugh laid back. I did like it and made amazing friends I am still touch with but the going to church I came from my therapist and it was to see if I do identify with the church or the ideals of it and I don't. So now I am back to being the heathen I am L-O-L. My ex quickly moved on and he had a new G-F within a month of us breaking us. Bless that woman, I thought, because isn't she in for a ride? Oddly enough she reached out to me on my Facebook and I was curious and opened it. She started with who she is, how long she and ex had been dating and how long they knew each other, childhood friends so basically forever, she then said that she feels convicted by the Holy Ghost

to seek a resolution between me and X and she is worried I may be his true wife. And if I cannot forgive then I am proving I am not and to let her know as she cannot marry him until I make this clear. I shit you not. Seeing the screenshots the chat with my new church buddies my friends sent vomiting emojis and that this is a cult and not a faith. I concluded they were right and replied with, yeah, marry him if that's what you want. And nothing more. I am getting messages from members of the church, but I don't much care. I've loved my life since leaving.

I didn't know life could be so enjoyed really and it makes me wonder how much damage the church had on me, but for now just for fun. I am going to an appointment with a friend of a friend's apprentice on tarot readings LOL no that's true. I was asked. No offense to anyone who believes in it, it's just not normally my thing, so I am curious and interested. Maybe it will be good. I will you know. Update 3, new update, Cep 6, 2024. This is really hard to explain. So after my last post, he stayed away for all of a

hot second. He kept dropping off gifts and food, fucking food, of all things at my door. I've ignored them and thrown them out at the end of each week like all trash. He then waited out front for me so when I came out to take the trash out he was sitting right there. I didn't even see him. I was tired and just try and get chores done. He blocked me from my door and went on a speech about how I am his true wife and that he cannot marry his G.F. without my permission. I can't keep track of the mental and theological gymnastics he took, but he basically asked me for a threesome with his current GF to see if we can work out who his true wife is. I bluffed and said that my necklace has a panic button on it and the cops are alerted of him being there and to go.

He sort of stared at me, but it was blank like he wasn't even human. He went on to say stuff about thinking about me every night before bed and more. I started to gauge just how fast I am compared to him and how quick I would need to run to even wake a neighbor, which one of them would be the quicker to responsive and on and on. I just kept saying no and that the cops would be there and thank the universe for a random siren. I don't know if that's what convinced him, but he did leave and he was sort of chuckling and said that I've always been so playful and called my behavior an act. It took me less than 30 minutes to pack a bag and head to a friend's. I sat in her tub for what felt like a day.

It wasn't. When I finally got out, she and I sat down and started making a plan to start moving my things out bit by bit until it's just down to the furniture. I don't give a flying fuck about the furniture. So we implemented the plan. She would drop in, her dad would, her mom would, I would with her brother, and slowly over this time we took everything I really cared to keep from my home. I'm safe and away from there and just ready to wash my hands of the place. He has texted me a few times assuring me of this plan to pick his wife. So I finally cracked and sent his messages to his parents last week. It's been silence since then until this past Wednesday. There's a bar I like where they have wine Wednesdays and I went to just relax until I felt

a tap on my shoulder. He's there with what looks like a group and he starts smiling and says we need to talk. I loudly tell him to leave me alone but he just drops to his knees and asks me to marry him. Some people start to clap, a regular who knows me is now at my back leaning in to ask if I'm okay. I jerk back and tell him to leave. be alone. The regular offered to pay my tab so I can leave and he walked me to my car. Now it's been this game of getting footage, dealing with the police. So far, I'm told,

this isn't evidence of harassment but a domestic dispute, so I don't know what to do about that. I know that I am done with where I live. But moving now feels like the hardest task in the world. I know I have too. I can't stay here. I'm mourning at all. It all feels too big. Next story. Golden Child's sister announced her pregnancy at my wedding after I said no. Now my parents are taking her side, and I'm being pushed out of family dinners.

I, F-30, got married last weekend, and it was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but drama unfolded, and now my family is split in half. I need to know if I'm the A-hole or if my reaction was justified. Backstory. My younger sister, F-27, let's call her Lucy, has always been the golden child of the family. She's smart, beautiful, and has always been the center of attention, whether it's her birthdays, graduations, or other significant life events. I've always felt like I was living in her shadow, but I've never said anything because, well, she's my sister, and I love her. Lucy got pregnant a couple of months ago, and while I'm genuinely happy for her, I was also

relieved that my wedding day could finally be about me for once. No one overshadowing me. No unexpected news. Just me, my partner, and our big day. A week before the wedding, Lucy called me, and during what I thought was a casual sisterly chat, she drops this bombshell. Wouldn't it be amazing if I announced my pregnancy during your reception? It would be such a surprise.

She went on to explain that all of our family would be there, and she thought it would be such a special moment for everyone. I was stunned. I told her politely but firmly that I didn't think it was a good idea. I had spent months planning this day, and I wanted it to be about my husband and me, not a pregnancy announcement. Lucy said I was overreacting and being selfish.

She said it wasn't a big deal, and that everyone would be so happy. I reiterated my stance. No announcement at my wedding. I thought that was the end of it. Fast forward to the reception. Everything was going beautifully. I was having the time of my life until I noticed Lucy looking a bit, smug.

That's when she tapped her glass for attention. My stomach dropped. In front of all our guests, she stood up and announced her pregnancy anyway. The room erupted in cheers and congratulations. I was frozen in shock. It felt like a dream. People immediately swarmed her with hugs and questions, and suddenly, my wedding was no longer about me.

It was about Lucy and her baby. I was furious. My husband could see it, my bridesmaids could see it, and honestly, anyone paying attention could see I was upset. But I didn't want to cause a scene, so I left the reception early, crying in the bridal suite. My husband tried to console me, but I was heartbroken. Now, here's where things get worse. The next day, Lucy texted me saying I was being a drama queen and that everyone was happy for her.

My parents are taking her side, saying I should have just let her have her moment and that I'm being immature for being upset. But a few of my cousins and friends have reached out to tell me that they thought what Lucy did was selfish and wrong. The family is now divided. Some say I'm overreacting, while others say Lucy was out of line. So, Ada for getting upset that my sister hijacked my wedding to announce her pregnancy? Update, September 5th, 2024.

Hey, folks. It's me again. First of all, I just want to thank everyone who commented on my original post. I never expected it to go viral, and reading your responses really gave me some clarity. I figured I owed you all an update, especially since things have really escalated since then. So, after the wedding, I took a few days to cool down. I didn't want to respond to any of the family drama immediately because, honestly, I needed some space to process everything.

But Lucy and my parents kept pushing for a resolution, insisting that I should apologize for storming out of my own wedding and for making a big deal out of nothing. I held firm, though. I told them how deeply hurt I was, how Lucy had completely disregarded my feelings and my boundaries. I tried to explain that it wasn't just about the announcement, it was about years of feeling like I always came second to her. Unsurprisingly, Lucy doubled down and kept calling me dramatic and self-centered. My parents were still on her side, repeating how everyone was happy and that I should let it go.

Now, here's where things got even messier. My cousins and some extended family caught wind of what was going on. Thanks, social media, and the family divide has gotten even wider. One of my cousins actually called Lucy out publicly, saying what she did was attention-seeking and disrespectful. That led to a full-blown family argument in our group chat, with people picking sides. The weirdest part? Some family members who initially didn't say much are now telling me they've always seen Lucy

as the Golden Child too, and they're glad someone finally spoke up. Of course, this didn't go over well with my parents. My mom told me I was tearing the family apart and that I needed to put an end to this nonsense. But I wasn't the one who made it public, and I can't control what other people say or think. What really shocked me, though, was how my dad reacted. He's usually the peacemaker, but he straight up told me that I ruined Lucy's big moment, her pregnancy announcement, and that I'm holding a grudge for no reason. That hurt more than I expected because I always thought he at least understood where I was coming from. On top of that, my parents invited Lucy and her husband over for dinner a few nights ago, but they didn't invite me. When I asked why, my mom said they didn't

want any more drama. So now, not only am I dealing with the emotional fallout from the wedding, but I'm also feeling like I'm being pushed out of my own family. I've been doing a lot of reflecting, and honestly, I don't think I can keep pretending everything's okay just for the sake of keeping peace. I love my family, but I can't keep sacrificing my feelings and self-respect just to avoid conflict. My husband has been super supportive through all of this, and he's encouraged me to set clear boundaries with both my sister and my parents. So, as hard as it is, I've decided to go low,

contact with Lucy and my parents for now. I'm not cutting them out completely, but I need space to heal and to figure out how, or if, I want to move forward with them. Some of my cousins have reached out to say they support me, and that's been a huge comfort during all of this. Relevant comments where OP has replied. Commenter 1, absolutely NTA. I always hate suggesting L.C. or N.C. But to be honest, it sounds like the only option in this scenario if you wish to keep your self-respect. What Lucy did was terrible, and the way your parents are taking her side is equally horrid. I would get closer to your cousins, they seem like your real family. OOP, thanks for the support. I agree, low contact seems necessary to keep my self-respect.

Lucy's actions hurt, and my parents siding with her made it worse. I'll definitely focus on my cousins who've been supportive. Appreciate your advice. Commenter 2. NTA, your sister is a self-centered bitch and your parents obviously prefer her over you. Fuck all three of them and when they're ready to take accountability then you can rekindle the relationship. Until then, ignore them and enjoy your new marriage. Commenter 3, NTA. Send her the bill for the wedding since it was her big moment. I hope you enjoy this story.

Spouse welcomed her entire family to stay with us at no cost without consulting me. We argued and she insulted me by calling me a solitary failure. In response, I discreetly took action that they were unaware of. Expected. I recently ended the lease agreement on my house and moved out without telling my wife and I know that right off the bed, I do look like the ah, but I had my reason so I hope you guys give me a chance and hear me out before any sort of judgment. My wife, Kathy, 30F, and I, 31M, have been together.

for the past six years and married for two. She and I have always had a normal relationship and the only bone of contention, so to speak, has been her family. They are quite a big family with her, her parents, and three siblings, and they've always lived together in a pretty large house that her grandfather had left for them. She's very close to her family and I don't mind that. I actually appreciate it because I haven't really grown up in a healthy family environment myself. However, in the past couple of months, I feel like I have grown a bit distant from them because they were constantly trying to talk Kathy and me into trying to get pregnant. We had explained to them quite a few times that we were just not ready to have kids

yet, but that did not deter them at all, because every time we'd visited them, or they'd visited us, someone or the other would bring it up and start talking about it, probably in the hopes that we would consider it and start trying to get pregnant. It would have been forgivable, but we would have unforgivable if it had been just her parents since they are older and maybe think differently, but even her siblings would hop on the bandwagon and would often try to convince us that having kids was the greatest idea. I don't know what it was, maybe they just romanticized the idea of having a huge and happy family but it was just not realistic since neither of us was ready yet. Personally, I wanted to speak to them and let them know that it was not okay for them to be

constantly bringing it up with us, especially when we had made it clear that we were not ready since it made both of us quite uncomfortable and sometimes even annoyed. However, Kathy wanted to go a different way and the way she wanted to deal with this situation was by not dealing with it at all. She told me that her family had always been involved in her life and even now, they expected that they would have a say in things like this, but they didn't have any bad intention so we should just let it go. I didn't like the idea of not even saying anything because I knew that it would mean having

to listen to them talk about this some more, but I didn't want to hurt. so we decided to drop it and didn't say anything to them. And whenever they would bring up the topic about having kids and stuff, we would just nod and smile and let it go until they dropped the topic themselves. That's why I have been finding it very hard to get along with them in the past couple of months and have been distancing myself from them. However, two weeks ago, something very unfortunate happened and they had a major fire at their house. It's in the process of getting reconstructed right now and that's going to take a few

months. Insurance has it all covered, so they don't need to worry about the money going into it either, but what they didn't need to worry about was the temporary accommodation that they would need since their insurance plan would cover them just about a couple of weeks and after that, they would be on their own and have to spend out of their own pockets. On top of that, all my siblings-in-law had also been living in the same house, as is the norm in Kathy's family. Nobody really moves out until they absolutely have to or really want to. Like Kathy only moved out when she decided that she wanted to stay with me before marriage, since that way, they don't have to worry about rent and in today's economy, I totally understand that.

What I don't understand is why her siblings can't find a place of their own to live at the moment and have to tag along with their parents wherever they go. It had become a problem for me because Kathy decided to invite her parents to come stay with us so they wouldn't have to spend any money on accommodation since obviously we were not going to ask them for rent. Had it been just them, I would have been fine with it, even though Kathy hadn't even discussed this with me before asking them. But she also told me that it wouldn't be just her parents coming to stay with us, but also her siblings, and they wouldn't be paying rent either. I had a huge problem with that because it's not like her siblings are really young, they are all in their 20s and are working right now.

So it's definitely not like they cannot afford to pay rent and I think it's unreasonable to expect that just the two of us will be able to handle taking care of all the expenses of a family of almost seven adults, including ourselves. It was an impossible task and there was no way that we would be able to avoid burning through our savings if we did not ask them to contribute to the household expenses. And I didn't mean just rent, I meant groceries, utilities, and whatever other costs were incurred during their stay. If they couldn't afford that, it would be better for them to find separate accommodation for themselves because there was no way that I was going to allow Kathy's entire family to move in

and live on our dime for the next couple of months. That's when Kathy started throwing a tantrum and told me that I was being selfish, even though I really don't think that was the case. I thought I was being perfectly reasonable because I did not see any reason why her entire family needed to come over and stay with us for free for the next couple of months, or why she had even invited them to do so, knowing that we would definitely not be able to afford that kind of thing. For context, I work in marketing and she's a high school teacher and together, with the kind of income that we bring home, we might be able to support her parents and let them live with us for free for the next couple of months, but her siblings are out of the question.

I kept trying to explain to her that they have jobs and they earn enough money to find places of their own, that they are adults and they will be fine. But she kept insisting that she had to have her whole family over because she wanted to be there for them in such tough circumstances. And she had already told them that they would not need to pay for anything while they were staying here, so she wasn't even willing to go back on her word and ask them to contribute if they wanted to stay with us, since that would make us seem like cheapskates. Never mind the fact that we would actually go block if we tried to live up to what she promised them without even thinking, she cared more about what they thought than about our own circumstances.

So we just kept arguing about it for a good half an hour and I tried my best to keep my cool, but it started to get really difficult because she just didn't get my point at all and kept making it sound like I was the one who didn't understand. Eventually, she just snapped at me and told me that I was never going to understand, and it was foolish of her to expect me to even try and sympathize with her because I was just an orphan loser and I was never going to get what she was feeling. That hit me really hard because everyone who knows me knows that it's a really sore spot for me.

I lost my parents in a car accident when I was little, around the age of nine, and then I was passed around from relative to relative and didn't have a proper home until my dad's uncle decided to adopt me at 13, just so that I would have a permanent home. He was nice enough to me, but there was no emotional connection since he was too busy with work and the only reason he had even adopted me was because my grandparents were getting up there in age and nobody else was ready to take care of me on a permanent basis. Unfortunately, I lost him to cancer as well a couple of years ago and since then, I don't really have any parental figures to look up to. My parents and my family, or their lack thereof, are a trigger for me, and Kathy, of all people,

knows that really well. So I guess that's why she decided to hit me where it hurts. When she said that to me while arguing, I was so shocked that I just didn't say anything to her or in general for the next couple of hours. I went to my office and locked myself in and I kept hoping that she would walk in, apologize or something, or at least try to speak to me, but she didn't. I thought that maybe she would come back to me the next day, but even then, she just left for work and didn't even look back. I was really disappointed and had a total breakdown, after which I decided that I was going to leave. It was a really low blow, and if she didn't even feel sorry about it, it meant that she clearly did not love or respect me as much as I thought

she did. Because if I had been in her place, no matter how angry I felt, I would never say something like that. So, that day, while she was at work, I decided to stay back home and speak to the landlord and told him that I wanted to end my lease. He told me that he would arrange for it, and after that was confirmed, I started packing my things and with a couple of clothes and other essential belongings that I would absolutely need, I drove to a friend's house and since then, I've been staying with him. Even after I left and did not come back, Kathy did not try to reach out to me and it felt as if this made no difference to her at all, and even if I did, it was probably not as important to her as it was to prioritize her own ego.

I've been pretty miserable for the past couple of days, ever since last week, since I left home and had been contemplating speaking to a lawyer about divorce because, at this stage, I don't see the point of staying together since she has made it very clear that. she is perfectly fine without me as well and honestly. Our last fight really left a bitter taste in my mouth. My feelings on this situation had already been quite complicated and after speaking to Kathy yesterday, I'm even more confused about what to do because a few days back, I finally ended the lease agreement with my landlord and he approached Kathy to discuss this with her

since now. She was going to be the primary tenant of the property and that's how she found out that not only had I moved out, but I had also ended the agreement without her knowing. That was why she had called me up and when I answered the phone, she immediately started yelling at me and told me that I had taken things too far by doing this. Apparently, after the fight that we had last week, she had called her parents up the very next day and told them that she would only be able to allow them to stay with us and her siblings would have to find places of their own. By doing that, she also ended up in a fight with them and because she had gone back on her word and her family thought

that she was giving me more importance than them, they were also not speaking to her anymore. However, I didn't know that since I hadn't bothered to speak to her, and I had been very upset about how she had treated me and what she had said, so I had left without a word. Both of us had kept waiting for the other to apologize, to reach out to us, and that had created a bit of an ugly situation because now, I had already signed off on ending the lease and she had to find out about it from the landlord and not me. Both of us knew for a fact that she wouldn't be able to afford the rent on her own salary, since she earned significantly less than I did and she thought that it was really cold of me to put her in that position because I knew

that she would have to give up the house if she wouldn't be able to afford rent. She told me that she was really sorry about the comment that she had made, and whatever she had said while she was fighting with me, but the least that I could have done for her was at least inform her or try to talk to her before taking such a huge step. While we were on the call, she even started crying and that made me feel really awkward, but I stood my ground and I told her that I needed some time to think about what I wanted to do because what had already been done could not be reversed. She kept requesting me to come back, but I told her that I needed some time to think things over. That was yesterday and this evening.

A couple of hours ago, even her family members reached out to me to apologize on her behalf and their own as well. They told me that they were sorry about everything, especially for not respecting my boundaries and putting us both in a difficult position and they also said that they hoped that I would be able to work it out with Kathy now. The only thing that I'm in a dilemma about is whether I did the right thing by leaving the house and ending the lease without even speaking to Kathy, because I knew for a fact that she wouldn't be able to afford the rent on herself, and I guess, somewhere, deep down,

I wanted to hurt her as well. She and the rest of our family have been messaging me to go back home to her because I owe her a conversation about this, at the very least. However, I'm not sure if they're doing it because they really want us to work things out or if it's just because of the house since nobody wants to end up looking for a new place to live on such short notice. I'd offer moving out and ending the lease on our house after an argument without speaking to my wife. Edit, I've had a fairly normal relationship with my in-laws as well so far, and I generally did not have any issues with them until they started pushing Kathy and me to have kids. Even then, I tried my best to have a cordial relationship with them,

but just kept my distance and didn't interact with them as frequently as we used to. Right now, my in-laws are staying in a hotel and Kathy's sibling, are staying with their friends. It's a pretty convenient arrangement for all of them. And they can just continue to stick to it until their house is fully reconstructed, but from what Kathy told me, they had their heart set on the idea of staying with us

and were quite offended when she told them that it would not be possible anymore because I was not fine with it and after hearing out my concerns. Even though she had argued with me in the heat of the moment, she did see where I was coming from. But apparently, her parents and her siblings, did not feel the same way and had ended up fighting with her because not only was she going back

on her word, but they also found it quite unfair that even if they came over to stay with us. We would expect them to pull their weight around the house and contribute to the expenses. They had told her that this is not how family treats each other, and Kathy had tried to defend me, but they started lecturing her for that as well. Because they thought that they were being pushed to a corner because of my influence on Kathy and had even brought up how they were being sidelined all the time by me by talking about the baby thing, even though Kathy did not want kids right now, either. I guess that's why they decided to reach out to me and apologize to me as well since they felt responsible for making

the fight worse by guilt tripping, Kathy, and that was why it had taken her so long to reach out to me or maybe she wouldn't even have done that and would have allowed the situation to play out on its own. But contacted me because she had found out that I had ended the lease agreement. Update 1, hi, so I decided to speak to Kathy about what was to be done regarding this situation. The last time that we spoke was three days ago, and that was on the phone. Since then, I have spoken to several of my friends and gone through the comments here and most people seem to be of the opinion that while I was in the A for whatever I did, I still owe her a conversation at the very least if I do want to make this marriage work.

For the past three days, she and her family have been constantly messaging me, telling me to speak to her because they know that we can make it work. So I decided to finally respond to her and I honestly did not have a plan about what I was going to say to her or how I was going to deal with this. I just decided that I was going to be honest with her and whatever happens, happens. So this morning, I texted her back and I told her that I was ready to meet her in the evening after work. I went over to our house directly after work, and as soon as she opened the door to me, she hugged me and started crying and told me that she was really sorry about what she had said. That was a bit surprising, but it was also quite

relieving for me to know that she had been affected by this because it had been breaking my heart to think that maybe she didn't care about us at all. After she backed away, and we sat down to have a proper conversation, she told me that she wanted to start off by a. apologizing once again, especially for the comment that she had made because it was particularly hurtful and below the belt, and she hadn't stopped regretting it ever since those words had left her mouth. But she had been too proud and angry to apologize at the time, and by the next day, she had spoken to her family and gotten into a fight with them as well. So things were going particularly badly for her and that's why she kept delaying the apology until she realized that it

might get too late. As soon as the landlord had spoken to her about me ending the lease, she decided to reach out to me because she really did not want to give up on our marriage, and she was willing to do whatever it took to make things right. She told me that she was determined to make it work and fix her mistakes because she knew that she had been in the wrong all along. And I have got to say, the way she handled the situation today, I really hadn't seen it coming. I had thought that she was going to try and pass off the blame. to me somehow, or at least get defensive or something because that's what had happened the last time that we fought.

This time though, I felt like I was back with the Kathy that I had known for so many years and not the person who had really emotionally hurt me during our last fight. I had been pretty upset with her in the past couple of days ever since we fought, but today, I felt better about everything. Especially about my decision to come to see her and talk to her because had I not done that, Maybe we wouldn't have been sitting together and talking it out. Obviously, just trying to talk it out is not going to solve all our problems, and we acknowledged that as well.

I told her that she had really hurt me with whatever she had said the other day while we were fighting, and she told me that she knew and she explained to me that her family had been counting on her and while trying to think about them. She had unintentionally sidelined me, and that had become a problem in the recent past because she was constantly trying to look out for their feeling, and not hurt them. But in the process, I was getting pushed to the corner and she realized that now. So we addressed that as well. And after talking about it for a bit, she told me that she felt a lot of pressure on her from her family all the time, and she felt like she constantly had to

make sure that she did not hurt them, even if it came at the cost of being honest with them. If she was being honest, she could see my point, even while she was fighting with me, but she just did not want to admit it because that would mean saying no to her family. Even with the topic of children and stuff, it was the same thing, she just couldn't be honest with them because she didn't want to hurt them. And they were not the kind of family who took these things lightly either since you guys already know that they had also fought with Kathy because she had gone back on her word. But she had to stand her ground because otherwise, she would have lost me. And now that things have come to a stage where family stubbornness is affecting our marriage, we decided that

it was time to deal with it and let them know that they cannot push their boundaries constantly. So we have decided that she's going to speak to her family and sort things out with them. And in the meantime, I'm going to be looking for couples counseling because I think we could do better with it. A lot of my friends have also suggested it to me since it's very obvious that I really want to make it work with Kathy because we've been together for a long time. And this is the first major snag that we have hit. So I believe that we can still make it work since it hasn't been something very extreme. I know this decision might not sit well with a lot of people,

but I think our marriage is worth giving a chance because I've known Kathy for the longest time and I know what kind of person she is. So I'm confident that I'm doing the right thing. And of course, after she's done speaking to her family, things are going to change for the better on that front as well. Update 2. Hi, everyone. Thank you so much for all the comments and support on my last update. It was really nice. Like I had said, Kathy, and I decided to sort out our differences. So I moved back in and we're going to go back to how we used to live. Of course, we are still going to go for couples counseling as soon as we find somebody who suits our needs. We are in the process of looking right now, but decided to rip the Band-Aid off. off a couple of days ago with her family.

Unfortunately, it did not go well, but it went exactly as I had expected it to go. Kathy went by herself to go visit them. So she could speak with them in person because we didn't think that my being there was going to help the situation and might even make them even more upset. She was with her family for almost two hours and when she came back, she looked exhausted and really upset. So I knew that things hadn't gone down well. Kathy told me that as soon as she had told them that she wanted them to not push their boundaries with her constantly because it made both of us really uncomfortable.

And after our recent fight, it was clear that it had been affecting our marriage as well. They started freaking out at her and bad-mouthing me as well. They thought that I was being selfish and narcissistic by making it seem like they were the problem, even though they were just acting like her family and relying on their daughter. And when Kathy tried to defend me, they started going off on her as well, saying that she had been brainwashed by me and didn't even know what she was saying. They just kept talking in circles and arguing until Kathy gave up and told them that she had decided what she wanted. And it was for them to back off and not constantly over-involved themselves in her life and not take offense just because she couldn't bend over backward for them. Her family got really upset, and they told her that they were going to maintain the boundaries, by not speaking to her at all from now on because it was obvious that she and I were way too

sensitive and self-centered to care about them or their feelings. After that, Kathy left because there was no point in speaking to them anymore, and the family meeting was done and dusted. But she's not entirely unhappy with how things turned out, because even though it did not go well, at least she stood up for herself and spoke her mind, so we are pretty proud of her for that. And now, if her family decides not to speak to her, it's their loss and not hers. She has always prioritized them whenever she can, and tried to be there for her family, but if they can't see that then I guess we really know who are the real self-centered people here. Update 3. Hi, guys.

So it has been three months since Kathy and I started marriage counseling, and it has been going pretty well so far. We are communicating more and trying to understand each other. and even when we have petty arguments, we sort it out immediately because we don't allow things to build up. Her family has still not spoken to her after that last update, but I guess they're going to reach out to us pretty soon since Kathy recently discovered that she is pregnant. We haven't made any announcement yet because it's pretty early on in the pregnancy and we want to wait it out until we start telling people. Only really close friends of ours know about it and we trust them because we know they're not going to tell anybody else. In case after we announce the pregnancy, her family doesn't reach out to us, it's all well and good. But if they do, both Kathy and I have decided that we are going to have to tell them to back off until Kathy herself is ready to speak to them and sort out the differences.

And that's not going to be possible while she is pregnant, so they're going to have to wait until after the baby is born and possibly even longer. Because she is not a doormat for them, and since they have not bothered to reach out to her so far, they're going to have to wait for her to be ready if they want to have any sort of relationship with their grandkid. However, keeping all of that aside, Kathy and I have never been happier because, even though we haven't been planning for it, it happened organically, and at the right time. Of course, we were really stressed out when we found out, but after a couple of days, we came to terms with it, and we were even happy. I don't know if it had anything to do with our renewed faith in our marriage, but for some reason, Even though we were not ready until a couple of months ago, we felt ready now.

Or maybe I guess it's just easier to deal with things when people are not constantly pushing you to deal with it. But whatever the case is, Kathy and I are really happy, and we are looking forward to this new chapter of our life. I hope you enjoy this story. Dominating father figure assumed ownership of my deceased grandparents' bookshop in place of me. consequently, I severed ties with my mother after she supported him. Presently, she is imploring for my assistance as he failed. Hi, so I, 28F, have been estranged from my parents for almost seven years now. I cut ties with them after my grandpa passed away and my mother decided to let my stepdad

take over the local bookstore that they ran. My father passed away when I was three years old from a sudden heart attack. Nobody had seen it coming and everyone was left in shock when it happened. My father's parents cut ties with my mom soon after his demise and she never saw them again. My grandparents took my mother and me in, and we lived with them for the first couple of years after my father's passing. She had been a stay-at-home mom ever since she gave birth to me, so it had been difficult for her to find a job. Even when she did find one, it was a low-paying position and she had to work twice as hard to earn the same commission and bring home sufficient

income. She could have run the bookstore with her parents, but she believed that it wouldn't have a great payout in the long run and was more of a hobby than an actual job. Anyway, she worked as a saleswoman for a stationary company, and in a couple of years, she had saved enough to get a place of her own. So when I was around six or maybe seven years old, we moved out of my grandparents' house and into a place of our own. Up until then, I was then, it was just me and my mother because she was too focused on her work to divert her energy anywhere else. Besides, she still loved my dad way too much, and I would often catch her looking at photos of him and crying. But after we got a place of our own, she started dating other people.

I'll admit it, I was a little upset about it at first, because I thought that she was going to start putting me second. I don't know why I felt that way, maybe it was just a gut feeling, but I just felt like something bad was going to happen if she started dating other men. I used to think these things, but I never let it affect my behavior and I was always nice to her boyfriends. I also didn't let my mother ever suspect that I felt a little weird about the number of boyfriends she would bring home. I'm a progressive woman myself and I have had my share of flings in casual relationships. But I also think that if I had a child, would probably think twice before bringing everybody home.

I don't know why it never occurred to my mother. All I knew was that every other week, there would be a different guy. I don't know exactly what she was trying to do, but I didn't have a good feeling about it. I stayed quiet about it because I didn't want to make my mother feel bad. She had worked really hard and she had grieved enough.

And also, I was just a kid so I didn't know how to express myself accurately without sounding like an idiot. So I just never said anything because I was scared of hurting my mom's feelings. Then, when I was around 12 years old, she started dating Stephen and initially, he seemed like a nice guy.

He came over a couple of times and we got along well. I was nice to me, he was nice to me, and that was it. I expected, just like other relationships, this would probably also not last for more than a couple of weeks and it would fizzle out soon enough. But surprisingly, months passed and they continued to see each other. He would come over more often once they started getting serious and occasionally, he would even have dinner and spend the night at our place.

Naturally, I started interacting with him a little more. I realized that he was quite different from the guy that my mother used to date before. I like the others, he also seemed serious about my mother. I like that about him, but I also got a very strange vibe from him. After meeting him, my mother started changing certain things about herself, and I was pretty sure that it was for his sake. He had a very dominating and assertive kind of personality, and it's not necessarily a bad thing. But for some reason, my mother was a little too submissive and I had picked up on her weird behavior around him. Whenever he would come over, she would turn into a different

person altogether, and it felt like I didn't even know who I was talking to. She would try her best to agree with him on everything and it honestly felt like I was watching a smitten teenager trying to impress the senior at high school. It was weird and any time I would be around them, I would feel like I was intruding on something very personal, even if they were just sitting around and doing nothing. I had never seen my mother that way, even with the other guys that she had dated before this. She seemed to like them, sure, but she never put in a real effort to change herself and make herself more likable or whatever. But she did that with Stephen and I didn't feel good about it. But again, I was just a kid at the time and even though

I had sensed that something was off, I couldn't exactly bring it up and talk to her about it. She was my mother, and there were certain things that I couldn't talk to her about, simply because they were inappropriate for a 12-year-old to say. So, once again, I chose to not say anything about it and kept my mouth shut. Even when my grandparents would come around, would never bring up her strange behavior around her new boyfriend. They did ask me a couple of times about how they were getting along and if I liked him or not, and I always gave them answers that I knew my mother would approve of. After dating, for about a year, Stephen moved in with us, and that's when things really started changing around the house. For instance, he changed all the decorations

around our house and made them more gender neutral, as he himself put it. Now, it would have made sense if all the decorations in our house were pink, frilly, and feminine. But that was not the case, it was already pretty neutral, in my opinion. We had done up our place, pretty normally, like everyone else. But for some reason, that seemed to be very hyper-feminine to him, and he came along and changed everything about our house and made it all hyper-masculine instead. By the time we were done redecorating our house, it literally looked like a bachelor pad. He was quite impressed, with it and said that it finally reminded him of home. I don't understand how that was a good thing because, before that, he used to live with a bunch of roommates who were younger than him.

I wanted to complain about it, but I didn't because my mother told me not to. And my room had remained untouched, so it was okay. But then slowly, he started changing other things as well. He got my mother to stop eating meat because he had somewhere it was not good for the body and he didn't want my mother to gain weight and become unhealthy in the future. So both of them switched to being vegetarian and they tried to get me to switch as well. Thankfully, I was actually at school and I told him that I needed the protein to keep up. So they didn't force me much. I wouldn't say that was a bad change, but my mother had been the biggest fan of hamburgers and all things meaty before she met Stephen. So it was a huge sacrifice that she was making. He also forced her to go off of

sugar, and that made her immensely cranky, which is not good for me because she would never get mad at him, but would snap at me for the smallest things. There were also a lot of other healthy lifestyle changes that he incorporated into their life, but honestly, it was all just random stuff that he would read on the internet and make everyone paranoid about it by building it up in his own head. He was a really weird man, but my mom seemed to like him. And as long as he was happy, I didn't want to say anything about it. Besides, it was not like he was forcing me to do anything, so I was cool with it. Then they got married in a couple of months after their marriage.

My mother announced that she was planning to quit her job because she was pregnant again. I thought that was great news and I was excited about having a little sibling, but at the same time, I didn't think that quitting her job would be the best move. The kind of control that Stevens seemed to have on her was really suspicious and even though nothing bad had come out of it yet, I didn't think it was safe for my mother to just quit her job and completely rely on her husband. I tried to convince her several times and not to quit her job, but she told me that it was none of my business and that since I was a child, I should stick to doing things that kids do and not poke my nose where it doesn't belong. So after a while, I stopped

trying to talk to her about these things and decided that she was a grown woman and she knew what was best for her so she could do whatever she wanted to. I was also sick of her telling me to stay out of things that didn't concern me because I don't think she realized that the things that she did definitely concern me because I was a part of the family as well. I was probably 15 or maybe 16 at the time so it wasn't exactly as if I was a kid either. Anyway, I decided to stay out of it and mind my own business. But unfortunately, my mother lost the baby around three months into the pregnancy. It was devastating for her and as a family, we took it hard. She was in her late 30s at the time, so the doctors said that the complications had happened because of her advanced age.

Stephen was extremely disappointed, and there was a phase in their marriage, after my mother lost her baby, where two of them were sleeping in different rooms and were barely even speaking to each other. It was really sad because my mother was already going through something really upsetting, and to add to that, the one person that she should have been able to count on wasn't even talking to her. Apparently, he had told her that he needed some space to get his head on straight and process everything. So for a few months, they were basically just flatmates because they barely even talked about anything that didn't qualify as a household emergency. They would just discuss bills and groceries and that's about it. During that time, my mother really opened up to me

and it helped me reconnect with her, which is what made everything much worse when she finally forced me to cut her off. When Stephen wasn't speaking to her, she had reached out to me, and my grandparents and we were the ones who were there for her. My grandmother has also fallen sick around the time that my mother lost her baby and that was also probably part of the reason that she had started reconnecting with us. A couple of months later, my grandmother passed away and a few weeks after the funeral, Stevens started putting in an effort into making my mom feel better again. So they started rebuilding their relationship, but I had already lost faith in the guy. I started disliking him because he had really lost my respect when he started giving my mother

the cold shoulder after she lost the baby. I thought that it was a really low thing to do and after that, I didn't ever consider trying to fix our relationship either. During the time that he was ignoring my mother, he also started giving me the cold shoulder. And he and I had even less to talk about than he did with my mother, so we were practically not even on speaking terms at the time. But anyway, after my grandmother's passing, he started trying to fix his relationship with my mother, but by then, I had already made up my mind about him, and I knew that I didn't like him and I did not trust him. About a year. After that, I left for college and Stephen and my mother had started marriage counseling by that time and they were doing great. On the weekends, would try to visit them and

would divide my time between my mother and my grandpa. My grandpa was really lonely after my grandma passed away, so, I thought that it was really important for me to keep in touch with him. He was handling the bookstore business alone, and I had started thinking that after I graduated from college, I would start working at the bookstore and handle their finances or whatever. But I never got the opportunity to do so because a few weeks before my graduation, I received news from my mother that my grandfather had passed away in his sleep. I was glad that he had passed away peacefully, but I was also kind of upset that I didn't get a chance to one last goodbye. To add to that, on the day of the funeral, my mother told me that his lawyer,

who happened to be the executor of his will, had informally told her that she was going to inherit the bookstore business. I guess my grandpa hadn't changed his will before he passed on. And I was apparently going to inherit the house that my grandparents had lived in, and I had spent the majority of my childhood because even after I had moved out of that house, with my mother, we would still frequently visit them. I was happy that I was a going to inherit the house and I knew that my mother didn't have any interest in running a bookstore, so I was planning on asking her to let me take over instead because I thought that it would be a nice starting point for me. And it wasn't even as though the bookstore business was doing too badly

because it would still get customers and the place was doing decent. A couple of weeks after the funeral, after the will had been read out, I decided to speak to my mother about it, but instead, she told me that she had already spoken to Stephen, and he had said that he was going to take over instead. I thought that was majorly unfair because even though, legally, my grandpa had left the bookstore to her, I still felt like she should have allowed me to run the business. I tried to tell her that I had a special bond with my grandparents, and when my grandpa was alone after grandma had passed away, I had been helping him run the bookstore anyway. So I knew the finances, and I felt like it would have been fair for me to at least be a 50 to 50 partner in the business with Stephen if that's really

what my mother wanted. But she was very stubborn and told me that she had already promised Stephen that she was going to let him take over the business, and he was going to turn it into a franchise and take it to new heights, so I needed to stay out of his way. Truth be told, I didn't think that Stephen had it in him. Also, we were one of the exceptionally lucky bookstores that were still doing well in this era, so the idea of expanding the business seemed a little far-fetched and unachievable just yet. I thought that it would be better to start small and improve the one location that we did have. We had a lot of arguments about this, but a couple of days later, my mother told me that her decision was final and no amount of arguing was going to change her mind.

So I needed to give up because apparently, I was getting on her last nerve. She told me that she knew her own parents and they would want the same thing that Stephen wanted, so I needed to stay out of this because apparently, I didn't know the situation as well as she did. She told me that Stephen had already been having a hard time at his workplace, and had been thinking about quitting for quite some time. Now he finally had the opportunity to do it with something to fall back on, and she told me that I was not going to take it away from him. She told me to drop all ideas of trying to take away the business from him, and if I couldn't do that, I could just leave them alone since I was already a grown-up and I could handle life on my

own. That was a really nasty thing to say to me, especially to defend Stephen. My mother and I got into a really bad fight and since that day, we hadn't spoken. I left the house that day and after I graduated, I never heard from her or texted her ever again. She had made it very clear that either I would be okay with Stephen running the bookstore business or I could leave. So I had chosen to leave and I was sticking to it. Seven years have passed since then, and a lot of things have changed. I graduated, moved into my own apartment, and got my first job. I also started seeing my boyfriend, Dean, a couple of years ago.

Life has been good and I don't mind the way things turned out. Of course, I would really miss my mother occasionally, but then I would remember what she said to me the day that I left and I would stop thinking about her. I would like to say that I had forgotten about my mom completely and I had healed from everything, but that's not really the way it turned out. I didn't mind the fact that she wasn't speaking to me but I couldn't help but feel like she was choosing Stephen over me. Deep down, I had always known that if it came down to it, she would always pick Stephen over me. I guess I had just hoped that I would be wrong. And when I wasn't,

that shattered any illusions about my mother and effectively ended our relationship. I didn't even have my grandparents around anymore, so I had no reason to keep in touch with her. Seven years passed with zero news of her or how she was doing since now I live in a different part of the city and we didn't have overlapping circles anyway. And I had already told my relatives that I didn't want to hear anything about her, I just wasn't interested because it would only hurt me. So to sum it up, I didn't know a thing about anything that my mother had been up to in the past seven years ever since I cut her off. But then, a couple of weeks ago, I finally heard from one of my cousins that my mother had been asking around for my phone number and address as she wanted to know if it was

okay if she told my mother where I was living so she could come to visit me. I found it a little odd, but then again, I had changed numbers after I left and I had blocked her on all forms of social media. So this was the only way that she could get to me. After some deliberation, I told my cousin that I was okay with it. Because to be honest, I really wanted to know what it was that my mother wanted to speak to me about after so long. So I told her to go ahead and give her my dress. A day after that, she visited me, and she came to me alone. I was a little surprised to see that Stephen hadn't accompanied her, but then again, we had never been that close, so it wasn't crazy. My mother and I had a tearful reconciliation and after that, we got to talking. I told her

all about my life and I introduced her to Dean as well. She kept asking me about my job and how I was doing financially, which I thought was a little weird, but I didn't think much of it because it was natural for a mother to want to know how her kid was doing. The only thing that felt a bit off about it was the fact that we hadn't been in touch for almost seven years and all she wanted to know was about how well I was getting paid at my job. She probably could tell that I wasn't struggling because I had a nice lifestyle, which was reflected in the way I had done up my home. So in spite of that, when she kept asking me subtle questions, I started to think that maybe there was something going on and maybe she had ulterior motives to come visit me. And after a while,

she finally dropped the bomb on me and let go of any pretense that she had come over to fix things with me. She told me that she was glad to hear that I was doing great money-wise because she really needed my help. She told me that the bookstore business wasn't doing too well and Stephen was struggling to keep the business afloat. His great ideas of expanding and becoming a franchise hadn't really worked out for him. Because now, he had multiple locations, but none of them were selling, and he had also taken a bunch of money from friends and family, which he now had to return. He had also put all their money into the business, but there were no returns. So they were struggling to even be able to pay their own bills. They couldn't even imagine what would happen

if their friends and family started asking them to return the money that they had borrowed. They were in really bad trouble financially, so they wanted me to bail them out. My mother told me that she had come to see me because she wanted to talk to me about this. And while talking to me, she had already deduced that I made a decent income, and I would be able to help them at least a little. As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, she then proceeded to point at my boyfriend and said that since he was going to become a part of the family anyway, even Dean could contribute and help them keep the family business. I don't know why my mother thought that I was going to help her out

like that, but the second that I realized that she had come here only for help and not to apologize, I decided to tell her that she could leave because I wasn't interested. Just to be clear, had he come to me with the intention of actually fixing things between us and making up for all the time that we had lost, maybe I would have even considered helping her out. But she only wanted my money and the fact that she had dragged Dean into this as well, that just didn't sit right with me. So I decided to tell her to leave, and we got into another fight. She called me selfish and ungrateful and said that she regretted even trying to reach out to me. And I didn't hold back either and let out all of my frustration from when I was a child.

After she left, Dean literally had to help me calm down for almost an hour because I had gotten worked up. I also found it really annoying that only my mother had shown up to ask for help when it was actually Stephen, who had screwed everything up. I was just really pissed off about a lot of things and that's why I refused to help them. My mother and I had had a strained and bad relationship ever since she got married to Stephen, and it had come to a breaking point almost seven years ago. And recently, I thought things were going to get better, but they didn't and my disappointment and anger got the better of me which is why I turned my mother away. She didn't speak to me again until a couple of days ago. I had also forgot that. I had also forgot

about the whole episode until she called me a few days back and told me that now. They had no other option but to give up the business and sell everything because they were really struggling with money and they had also told everyone who they had borrowed money from that the business wasn't doing well and everybody wanted their money back. She made it sound like it was all my fault and told me that had I just helped her out that day, not even for her sake, but for my grandparents, then this day wouldn't have come. but now they don't have anything left to give anymore and selling is the only option that they had left. I know that I shouldn't feel guilty, but I do and I don't know. I just feel like I've let my

grandparents down. I know how much that bookstore business meant to them and God knows it meant the same to me as well. So knowing that it's going to slip right out of our hands just isn't an easy fact to deal with. I could do something now, but I feel like my mother and Stephen haven't ordered it and I don't want to go back on my word. But I also don't want to let the business go because then I would feel like a total jerk. So Ida for not bailing my parents out because the business that they had taken over

instead of me wasn't doing too well? Update 1, hi, so first off, thank you all so much for the comments on my post. I have thought about it and I have decided that I'm not going to help my mother directly. But, like you all said, I really didn't want to let my parents screw up my grandparents' legacy. They had put a lot of hard work at something of their own, and I wasn't going to allow my parents

to mess that up. So I decided to get in touch with a friend of mine together, we decided to buy them out. I'm not going to screw my mother out of a fair price and my friend is pretty rich since he has a restaurant business that he inherited from his father a couple of months ago. They have also been looking to expand and they think that a bookstore plus cafe would be a perfect idea. So they're buying my parents out and since I had approached them with this. idea, I'm going to be their partner. The only thing that's left to do now is to speak to my mom.

I'm just hoping that she hasn't found any other buyers yet because that would complicate things. It seems unlikely though since it's just been a few weeks, I'm guessing nothing has been finalized anyway. I'm keeping my fingers crossed and hoping for the best. Update 2. So, it's been two days since my last update, and half an hour ago, I just got off a phone call with my mother. I told her all about the idea that my friend and I had and I mentioned to her that this would be a purely business deal, and that's it. I was speaking to her in a professional capacity and she actually seemed open to the idea. She told me that she would talk to Stephen and let us know. So I think this is going to happen now. It's really exciting because I had always wanted

something like this and now I think it's actually going to materialize. Dean and I are already celebrating. Update 3. Okay, so it's been a couple of weeks since the last post here, but I've been really busy because my mother and Stephen agreed to our deal. They got their way out of the business and now, my friend and I have already taken over. There is a lot of renovation to be done and we are overlooking all of it. It's a long way until we find the start making money off of this, but I'm hopeful. I know that my grandparents are going to be proud of me and I just have this feeling that this is all going to work out for the best. I can't explain it but I just know it. Now, all I need is everybody's blessings. Thank you so much to everybody who was there

all along with me. Thank you for all the lovely comments and the messages. It really means the world to me.