Reddit Stories - Father assured me a space in his recent RESIDENCE but ULTIMATELY ASSIGNED it

Episode Date: February 2, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #familydrama #inheritance #relationships #conflict #emotions  Summary: A son recounts how his father promised him a space in his new residence but ultimately assigned it to someone else. This betrayal leads to feelings of disappointment and confusion, as the son grapples with the implications of his father's decision on their relationship and his sense of belonging.  Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, family, betrayal, relationships, housing, conflict, emotions, personalstories, lifeadvice, parenting, communication, trustissues, expectations, disappointment, narratives, storytellingBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6816713/support.This episode includes AI-generated content.

Episode with two stories, first part. I hope you enjoy this story. Father assured me a space in his recent residence but ultimately assigned it to his spouse's mother. Following my decision to distance myself from him, his entire clan ostracized me, leaving only my mother for support. Forces me to sleep in his storage room. Hi everyone, 17F. I'm only really posting this since my dad's family and even my mom are telling me that I'm in the wrong.

My parents got divorced when I was 12 and they had 50 to 50 custody so I would stay with my dad for a week than my mom. When I was 14 my dad got married to my stepmom, I referred to her as his wife, and I would only see them on the weekends until they moved and I only saw them whenever they visited. My mom got full custody. Anyways last month they moved back to our city and got a two-bedroom house. My dad had promised me the room before he moved back and told me he could do 50 to 50 again if me and my mom were okay with it and we were. I was so excited and even picked out furniture

and bought stuff to decorate it. Anyways, they move into the house and invite me. They give me a tour and show me my room. I asked when I could start putting things in it and that's when they told me that they were actually going to give the room to his wife's mom, and since I was going away to college soon, it wasn't like I was going to use the room much. They also told me that instead of staying the full week that I can go on the weekends and sleep on their couch if I was going to wanted to. I said no to that and texted my mom to pick me up. It's been a month and I ghosted my dad fully. He even came to try to talk to me but I was at school. He's been contacting my mom too, which he hates doing. So I just decided that I didn't want to be in his life anymore or have him

in mine, even though I barely did. I talked to my mom and for someone who hates my dad, she told me that I should just talk to him and spend time with him since I barely got to for two years. I just decided to cut him off. It sounds impulsive, I know, but I sent him a long message detailing how emotionally neglected and unwanted he made me feel and to never contact me again. I blocked him and blocked his side of the family. In the morning my mom woke me up at 5 a.m. and asked what I did. Almost my dad's entire family had been blowing up her phone asking what she said slash did that

made me want to cut off my dad. During school I even got a few messages from my cousins on Insta that I forgot to block insulting me. My mom showed me some of the messages and some are insulting both of us. My dad even sent a message apologizing to me and said I broke his heart. His wife is sending disgusting messages towards my mom. I feel awful because I didn't expect them to attack not only me but my mom, harshly at that. I feel like I messed up and want to know if what I did was the right thing.

Small update. My mom talked to my dad and set up a time to talk tomorrow after school. My mom's making me talk to him and reconcile, but I really don't want to. I'm trying to convince her not to force me to go, but she's threatening to take away my phone slash laptop that I need for school and other things. I'll update you guys tomorrow. Update one, hi guys, right now I'm at a friend's house and going to stay the night. If you guys saw the small update I did on my last post my mom was making me see my dad in person

today to try and reconcile. She was threatening to take away things I need and use like my friend's. so I had to go. After school she picked me up and we drove to his house. I made sure to try and mentally prepare what I wanted to say slash do. I really didn't want to talk to him but since I was forced I decided to take some advice from my last post and basically just talk about times I felt neglected and why I wanted to cut him off, including the harassment from his family. When I got there, I thought it was just going to be him, me and mom, but I was wrong. My mom came inside with me, but my dad told me to sit in the dining room and wait.

They stayed talking at the door and I went to the dining room. My dad's wife will just call Becca since it's close to her name and her mom were sitting there. They told me to sit down while we wait for my dad. These women looked so angry at me and I felt uncomfortable. I sat and was on my phone and I could just feel and see them staring. I wanted to get up and leave but my dad eventually came and sat down. He told me we needed to talk but I asked him. him where my mom was and he said that she left, I asked why and he ignored me. Then he started

talking about how sorry he was for what I felt but that Becca's mom wanted the room and she already broke her lease from her apartment and was thinking of quitting her job. Guys, this lady is 53 and acts like she's my age. She's gotten fired from all her jobs or quit because they were hard. For everyone thinking of a small, frail old lady, you're wrong. Picture someone who loves Vegas, drinking and party. You go. I was mad. They all took turns talking and basically said words that mean we're sorry if you're upset but you're dramatic and you being dramatic affects us so we'll give you a bunch of excuses and make you seem like the bad guy. I just wanted to leave so I said something like this

isn't just because of the room. It's the promises that were broken and how you treat me and I gave examples of things he's done that hurt me, including the harassment and when I mentioned it, Becca snorted and rolled her eyes at me and told me that I'm being dramatic with the word harassment and it was towards my mom and not me. Me and Becca got into an argument, but it was more like me going okay, sure, but you still did this and are excusing it and raising her voice. I decided to end that and just tell them that I'm not going to reconcile with them.

If I have to talk to them in the future, I will only if necessary, but for now, I don't want to build a relationship since we haven't had one in years. When I asked when my mom was coming back, they told me she wasn't until Monday. This is when I got really upset and went outside, I didn't want to be inside or around them anymore and I called slash texted my mom for an hour straight. I even walked to a small plaza nearby just so I could be away from them. My mom didn't answer and it was getting late. I didn't want to involve my friends or anything but it seemed like

the only choice so I asked one of my friends if she could come pick me up and if I can stay with her. She said yes and now I'm at her house. She's doing homework right now so I'm just in her living room watching TV waiting for her to be done. Her mom told me I can stay the whole weekend if I'm okay with going to church on Sunday and can borrow my friend's clothes. I texted my mom and let her know I'm staying with a friend and I still haven't heard back from her. I think she turned her phone off. Honestly, I want to cry out of anger. I'm so confused as to what happened. I'm mad, very mad but also very numb. I don't know what this means. I left my mom voicemails crying asking why she left and wasn't picking up and vending to her, so I guess maybe I feel numb because of that.

Who knows? I'll try to give you guys an update, but who knows what that will be? Update 2, hi guys, I'm sorry for not updating sooner. My mom took away my phone and laptop. Things got really bad when I went back home. For a few hours after school it was fine, until me and my mom got into an argument during dinner. I hadn't talked to her much until this, but I decided to talk to her about her actions and she got really defensive. I just asked a few questions and she seemed irritated and yelled at me because I was interrogating her. She took away my phone and laptop despite knowing I need both of those things, for emergencies, and because almost all of my school assignments are on there. I begged her but she didn't listen, and the next day,

my first period teacher had me go borrow a Chromebook which I had to return by the end of the day so I couldn't do my homework that was due the next day. Usually I have at least an hour worth of homework do the next day. So the next day, my first period teacher pulled me aside after class and asked why I wasn't bringing my laptop or homework. I told her what happened and she sent an email to my mom later on. I had to basically tell all my teachers what happened to get extensions on homework and when I got home my mom told me about the email and said that she would give me my laptop back only for school and an hour after school for homework in exchange for almond milk. She told me that she would stop buying almond milk which I got upset at. For reference I'm lactose intolerant and like most people

I love things with dairy but don't want what comes with them. It tastes good and makes a good substitute for milk even if it tastes a little off. I was somewhat okay with it, it sounds like a stupid punishment, but it did make me upset. Anyway, that was how things were until Friday when my mom went through my laptop and found out I was going on Insta, Spotify when I was using my laptop, I guess I wasn't supposed to do this even though she didn't tell me. We had an argument after school and we just argued all day. At night after I went to shower, I caught her trying to take my door off. We had like a huge argument at this point I was mad, like really mad.

Her boyfriend was there too and he was defending her so I told them I was just going to leave and find somewhere else to stay. My mom told me that I couldn't leave and if I wanted to leave then I would have to go to my dad's and I said no and would just rather stay there but I guess she changed her mind because after some time, I was in my room just trying to calm down. I was listening to music before my mom came into my room and told me to go to the living room where my dad was. They both told me I had to pack a bag because I was going to stay with him for the weekend. I told them I didn't want to and my mom told me I had to since they changed something with the

custody agreement. They didn't tell me much about that, but basically they were forcing me. I did eventually pack and was just planning on leaving again since my mom gave me my phone and laptop bag, but when I got in the car with my dad, he said he would call the cops next time and tell them I ran away and I would get in trouble. He also said I wasn't allowed to leave and that he would sell my belongings if I did. So I had to stay. It was like 11 p.m. at this point on Friday night, so when we got there he told me the couch was a pullout and gave me the sheets and stuff for it, then showered and fell asleep. Everyone else was asleep at this point and I've never like been in his house long enough to know where everything was. I also didn't know how to pull the couch out or where

the remote was so I slept with my laptop on the floor next to me. The next morning, they told me that they had like a small storage room that I can be in when I'm there and can sleep on the couch. They showed me it and it was like a tiny room but it had a light and it wasn't the worst since it also had an outlet so I pretty much just spend the whole day here. They didn't even bother me and my dad just texts me for dinner. Also, I had to unblock him and Becca. I even slept here and I'm in here right now too. I only leave if I have to or get called out. I'm making an update finally because I know a lot of people want one. I know this isn't resolved, but my dad told me I'm going to have to come here every weekend now until I go to college. I don't want to, but I kind of have no say at this point

since my mom also agrees and I'd get in trouble if I don't. Tomorrow he says that my mom can pick me up after school and I can stay with her so I guess I'm just forced to go. I don't know, I guess I'm just stuck seeing my dad which I don't want to be around at all and my mom's just making me. Just three more months guys. Next story, living in a tent after my parents kick me out for my pregnant sister and her boyfriend. Now they're broke and begging me for money while I built my life working three jobs. I, 27F, am getting married in September 2025. I'm in a long-distance relationship. My partner lives in England and I'm in the U.S. We're lucky enough that I work remote and visit about three times a year for six weeks at a time,

and he visits me in the U.S. about four times a year for once a week. When he was planning to propose, he had asked my parents' blessing in March 24. My parents had assumed that I would know when he was proposing, and my dad had told me in a conversation that following week he was proposing in December 24. As you could imagine, I was upset. My mother invalidated my feelings and said I was making it a big deal and being stupid for not assuming it was going to be during Christmas because that's when both of our families were together. My argument is that while I could have had a hunch, I didn't want to be told when it was, and basically could have gone practically a whole year

wondering excitedly when it would be. For all I know, he could have proposed before that, and Christmas we would have had an engagement party. Anyway, basically, basically, Basically my dad apologized but my mom has stood firm on saying I'm dramatic for being upset. Since then, more things have gone wrong and has started to leave me just so sad about wedding planning. None of this has been a good experience and I've started to feel like it's a chore. Flash forward to today, my partner is visiting, just for one week, and we're all sitting on the couch in the living room.

My mom randomly turns to me and goes, have you picked up your veil from the bridal store yet? Right in front of him. And then my partner smiles and goes, Oh, you're wearing a veil? And I just got super frustrated. There are only two surprises in a wedding, the engagement and the dress.

And both of them have been handled so carelessly. So I turned to my mom and said, Can you please not mention anything about the dress? Not the shoes, nothing. I don't want him knowing anything. She rolls her eyes, walks around, and about ten minutes later gives a half-hearted apology just saying, Sorry, up.

And I replied, it's fine. I'm used to it at this point. And now she's gone back and locked herself in the room. So I guess, I'd offer being upset. Edit 1. I know a lot of people are asking if this is like her, it isn't. She has already had one of her four daughters get married, I'm the second. She never ruined the engagement or the dress.

and she seemed to care a whole lot more about her than she has me during this time. Edit 2. Nowadays a lot of brides opt to wear veils, tiaras, sometimes hats, or embellishments, or nothing at all. I forgot to mention that my fiancé had told me he didn't want to know if I was wearing a veil or anything and wanted it all to be a surprise. Since he's very mild-tempered and sweet, he was surprised but was trying to be nice in his reaction because he knew I'd be upset. Update, April 27th, 2025. So for context, a lot of things have gone wrong since we have been in talks of getting engaged. Obviously my dad had told me about the engagement, but then other things went wrong like,

my partner's sister causing drama the day before our engagement, the day of our engagement going horribly wrong to the point my partner told me he'd propose again, finding out last month that my partner's dad got remarried a year ago in secret, we didn't even know he was dating anyone, and I'm asking for a plus one for the wife no one had even heard of, while also telling my partner he's ridiculous for. Being upset because it isn't a big deal, and my best friend bailing on my bachelorette for someone else's. So it's safe to say that since December, it's been stressful. And those are only the bigger issues I mentioned. I know everyone was saying my mom should be on an info diet, she already was by her own choice. She hasn't asked or been part of anything by her own

design and it's felt like she couldn't care less about the wedding. The only time she cared was when she found out we were only inviting 40 people and people she wanted there weren't invited, like her friends, who I barely see or know, and her brother and cousin, who I both haven't seen since I was 11. That's when she insisted on paying for them so they could come. And that's the only time she's asked about anything having to do with the wedding, or to be honest, anything involving me. She hasn't checked in to see if me and my partner are okay, given all of the other stuff that has happened either. So I ended up speaking with my mom a little while after what happened, and I told her that while I know I shouldn't have said I'm used to it, that ultimately I'm upset

because it seems nothing has gone right. She seemed apologetic at first and said she didn't know why she said that and knew that she shouldn't have. I nodded and said just please don't say anything else regarding what you know about the dress. She was there when I got the dress, and veil with my sisters. I then told her that I'm just tired of things going wrong, and that my partner and I have felt super unsupported and alone. She responded back starting her sentence with, Op, only a handful of things have happened. I feel like you're looking for things to be upset about at this point. And to be honest, when she said that, I kind of lost it. I basically said that I didn't go looking for any of this, and all of these things that have happened to my fiancé and I were

out of our control. Like, you're the one who brought up the veil, not me. I didn't go looking for any of these issues. I definitely didn't go looking for my partner's dad, who has been single for 15 years, to not only lie about dating but secretly go get married and not tell his son for a year. I told her that if there was one problem, then fine, I'd have handled it and moved on, but that the repeated offenses have hurt me and I've been trying to get over what's occurred but something else happens to make the wedding planning even harder. I told her that I've felt super alone during a time that's supposed to be joyful, and that her carelessness and thoughtlessness has been super hurtful, especially when she's continually

invalidated my feelings. She shrugged and said that she's done nothing and she's not going to talk to me or ask about me about the other problems going on because I've been upset and she doesn't want to deal with it. L.O.L. After a lot of your comments, I realized that I definitely was attempting to include someone who was shown not only should they not be, but they don't want to be. My partner leaves back to the UK today, but at this point I'm considering eloping with him,

if I can, when I'm visiting him in England in May. We've already paid half of what we owe to our venue and photographer, so cancelling isn't really an option, but maybe we'll have just the reception of the ceremony. Thank you to the commenters who pointed out that if we ever have children, to keep the important moments to ourselves of gender or birth, date or names. I think you're right, and my mom has pretty much ensured she will be on a permanent info-diet for as long as she's in my life, because if not, she'll more than likely spoil it and then invalidate my feelings. I think ultimately it wasn't about the veil for me. I know my partner

will still be surprised, I'm just sad because he told me he didn't want an idea of anything and wanted to be completely clueless about what I would be wearing. But ultimately this was about the continued thoughtlessness and invalidation that's pretty much been the theme for the last four months. If my mom had said she was sorry and left it, it would have been fine. But acting like I went looking to be upset when she randomly ruins yet another detail is just wild to me. Edit 1, I also forgot to say, yes, I am moving to England. We are hoping to make that jump at the beginning of 2026. Edit 2. I know a lot of people are saying completely cancel the venue, but we already have

friends and family from my fiancé's side who have bought their flight tickets to come. At least 10 have already confirmed. I don't think I have the heart in me to cost people that kind of money when they've already invested into this. Edit 3, LOL, I'm not sure if my mom cares that I'm moving. I am in England for six to eight weeks at a time every few months, so she's already used to me leaving for a significant amount of time. She doesn't seem sad I'm leaving, and if anything has said she understands why I'm moving.

If she is sad, or that's the real reason behind all of this, I'd actually be super surprised. I won't rule it out, but my mom isn't the type to care about that sort of thing. Forward slash forward slash. That's the end of the first story. Let's begin the second one. I hope you enjoy this story. I'm extremely worried about my partner because he is reluctant to share his adverse emotions. How can I help my 25-year-old partner, 23-year-old, feel at ease expressing vulnerability with me?

Been with my boyfriend for about 2.5 years now, relationship has been. great for the most part except for his inability to talk about negative emotions. He's the sort of guy to just fob it off constantly. He mentioned before that he hasn't spoke about anything like this except for with his mother years ago. My friends have, to my dismay, referred to him as a robot to me. I obviously shut them down straight away. I'm quite introverted myself, therefore, struggle to make him feel like I'm a safe person for him to be vulnerable with. I don't know the right things to say. He has a real mental block on being able to talk about these negative things in his life. During arguments he's described it as a ball in his throat whenever he tries to and is simply

unable to. I've never seen him cry. When I can see he is visibly down, I try and encourage him to share with me, but he just lies and says nothing is up. His family just found out that his mother has cancer, late discovery, and treatment isn't going to do anything. It came as a real shock to them and I know it's affecting my boyfriend majorly. She was the only person he's ever been vulnerable with and now soon she'll be gone. Then he'll have no one. I love this guy so much and want to be able to be there for him as he is for me.

I was at work when they found out and by the time I got home he had already left to their house. I've spoken to him on the phone and he sounded unbelievably rough. He's due to be coming back here tonight. I think now is really a make or break time to show him he, he can be vulnerable with me. I think if he goes through this bottling everything up alone, then he's never going to feel comfortable expressing himself like that. I'm really nervous about how to handle this being introverted myself. Are there certain things I should say? That I should do. What would you like your spouse to do if you were in this situation? I genuinely believe that

once he's managed to speak once he's going to find it much easier to do in the future. Update 1. My boyfriend cried in front of me for the first time and it made me feel a type of way. Is this weird? I've been with my BF for 2.5-ish years now. He's never been comfortable talking about his emotions. The only person he's ever confided in was his mother when he was a child slash teen. Some people refer to him as a robot. Obviously in the past I'd express my desire for him to talk to me about things that are affecting him but he just fobs it off. We've fought about it in the past. In the past, I'd express my desire for him to talk to me about things that are affecting him but he just fobs it off. We've fought about it in the past. We've. We've thought about it in the and he has said he just cannot get the words out. Earlier this week his family found out that his mother will be passing very soon, as in potentially a couple of weeks even. It came as a surprise to all of them. I asked for advice on another sub earlier in the week about how I can make him feel comfortable being vulnerable around me.

I'm rather introverted myself so I was worried I would mess it up. Some kind people commented other types of intimacy I could try instead of words, one that stuck out to me was offering to wash his hair that I don't know we, just feel like I'd love if my partner offered to do it for me when I was feeling down. Well, when he eventually came home, he looked rough as anything. I'd already made dinner so we sat down to eat it, but we pretty much ate in silence. He rarely even looked up from his food. I asked if he wanted to talk and again he fobbed me off.

Once we'd finished I asked him if he'd like to shower with me, it would have been a couple days at least since he'd have been able to have one. I dimmed the bathroom lights and put some relaxing music we both enjoy on the speaker, got the shower nice and hot, gently helped him undress and had him sit on the bench thing under the water while I finished undressing. I joined him on the bench and slowly washed him everywhere, taking breaks to rest my head on his or whisper something to him. I spent a while massaging his head as a I washed his hair, I kept kissing him on the lips,

forehead, neck and occasionally embracing him. Rubbed his shoulders in places I thought he'd be aching after. after being up and about for two days, there was nothing sexual about the atmosphere, it was a whole different type of intense intimacy, it's difficult to describe. He'd hardly said a word during all this and he looked like he could cry any min. I wasn't sure what to say, I didn't want to pressure him into anything, so I just looked him in the eyes, smiled and said it's okay. Once we were done we both sat there for a while on the bench under the water,

not speaking, just enjoying each other's company. I kept running my hand up and down his back, across his cheek or head, just trying to make him relax as much as possible. Once I dried him and myself off, we got into bed and I stuck the TV on, I was half watching it and half playing with his hair. I asked if he wanted to talk about anything and he shook his head. I could tell he was really upset despite him trying to hide it. Maybe 20 minutes later I could see him literally on the verge of tears, I rolled to my side and

put my arms around and pulling him into my chest, that's when he started. The tears began to flow and he sobbed and sobbed. He was squeezing me so tight sometimes it wasn't easy to breathe. I could feel the years of bottled up emotions flowing out. He continued crying harder and it broke my heart. He said something about his mum but I couldn't hear as it was muffled. Seeing the guy you love like that, clinging on to you as though you were going to leave whilst he let it all out hurt my heart. I felt so bad for him I had some tears myself. I just held him tight and kept whispering how much I loved him, that it was, okay, I'm here, I've got you, etc. Even when he eventually stopped sobbing, he continued to have his arms wrapped around me so tightly with his

face buried in either my stomach or chest. I continued just comforting him until he fell asleep. Usually I don't like cuddling when sleeping but that night I held him all night long. I just couldn't bring myself to let him out of my grip. It's hard to explain the way that I was feeling during this, obviously terrible that he was going through this, but at the same time I was so happy, relieved, is that weird? It was an emotional experience, seeing the guy you love more than anything show negative emotion on that level for the first time. I remember almost very detail of the night.

It's etched in my memory. I haven't bought it up to him yet. I figured maybe it's best to let him talk about the evening when he feels ready. But then again I also want to be able to tell him that it was okay and a good thing he did. I think he's a bit embarrassed that it happens so don't know if he'll bring it up. I hope he does, though. I've read some women say that once they've seen their man cry they lose attraction.

It seems bizarre to me, if anything, I feel even more attracted to him than before. It's like it has amplified my love for this man. I never want to let him go. Thanks for listening to me, I'm sorry it's so long. I perhaps could have made it shorter, but I thought everything in here helps paint the best picture of the evening and therefore helps anyone in giving me accurate advice, I just needed to share it with at least one person and there is no way I would speak to anyone we know Earl

about my boyfriend's vulnerability. Update 2. How do I make my 25F boyfriend, 23M, comfortable being vulnerable around me? Second post two days later. Thanks for all the kind messages, guys. I wasn't expecting such a response. I've taken on board all the suggestions you so kindly made. I got mixed messages when it came to talking to him about it.

Someone suggested a text or a note which seems kind of in the middle, so I went for that option. I left a little note on his bedside table before I went out on Sunday. I outlined that I enjoyed our shower time and spending intimate time together like that. I said that I don't expect him to bring it up if he doesn't want, that I know how hard it is for him to speak about those things. But I'll be here for him if he ever does. If he decides that he wants to write something, I'll read it, that I love him more than he can ever imagine, I said that I'd like him to feel free to ask me if I can. Shower with him whenever he needs,

a Redditor pointed out that calling the whole act an easier name to say may make him more inclined to let me know when he wants to do it again. I didn't expect any response from him on the topic TBH. Later that evening though he handed me a small note before going into the other room to play his game, I won't go into details as it was only for me to read but one line stood out to me the most. I don't have the words to express my gratitude but I think you know, thank you for making me feel human for the first time in so many years. The whole thing was so sweet I cried a few happy tears. I'm dreading his mother's passing but I'm hoping. He'll let me be there for him, even if it's just a shoulder to cry on. Update 3. How do I make my 25F boyfriend, 23M, comfortable being vulnerable

around me? Third post, three weeks later. Sorry this will be very long but it's not something I can discuss with anyone in my life and just talking about tough experiences really help. helps me process them. While some of you may have seen my previous regarding my boyfriend's mum's illness and my attempt to comfort him despite him being rather emotionally constipated all his life. Despite our experience the previous night he didn't really show any emotion or want to be comforted in the previous weeks, I suspect. He may have been slightly embarrassed about that evening. Whilst I reassured him about it I didn't want to push the subject and make him regret doing it in the first place.

Unfortunately a few days ago, his poor mum passed. I managed to see her a couple of days before and my boyfriend saw her the evening before. Once he found out he shut himself in his office for hours. I tried knocking several times but never got a response. I could hear him moving around in there so I knew he was physically okay. Late in the afternoon, he eventually came out and sat down with me to watch TV. Neither of us said anything, but he looked rough as can be. I placed my hand on his knee and we both just sat there watching.

I was kind of panicking because I couldn't think of anything to say that would make any difference to his pain. I got him to eat something and we just sat there. A couple of hours later he said that he was going to shower. Originally I just said all right, but then maybe five minutes later I realized that he probably wanted me to shower with him again but didn't feel comfortable asking. kind of kicked myself for not thinking to offer him it earlier. Guess I was so caught up in thinking about what I should say that I completely forgot that I don't actually need to say anything but can show it instead. I undressed and joined him. It was a similar experience to the previous shower.

It was a very intimate experience. Although I obviously don't enjoy the reason why we were doing it, I very much enjoyed taking care of him. Once we got out I again dried him off and I walked and tucked him. into bed. Now this next part might be a tad controversial, but me and him both smoke cannabis occasionally. I normally will not allow any to be smoked in the house as personally I think the smell it leaves is unpleasant and grubby. On this occasion though I figured it would help him sleep and so got one of my pre-rolls. We both smoked it in bed whilst watching TV. He looked really upset and I was honestly surprised he hadn't cried so far. Some users previously

mentioned that I asked if he was okay too much, so I made sure not to this time and didn't press it. I turned out the lights and we both tried to get some sleep. I could hear him sniffling a bit so turned over and curled up against him in his arms. I didn't say anything just laid there with him. I fell asleep pretty quickly, but my cat woke me up maybe an hour later and he was still awake. I moved up and swapped to being the one doing the holding. I rubbed his back and kissed his forehead. He just suddenly began crying. Not just the normal day-to-day tears you see from some people, these were heartbroken tears. I don't think I've actually ever witnessed anyone cry that hard in real life. It's a sound I never want to hear again. The pain he was feeling must have been

insane. Again he buried his face in my chest and just cried and cried. I could literally feel him shaking. We were lying there for hours. I had my arms around him and one leg over him. He was squeezing me so tightly the whole time. He would occasionally drift off loosening his grip on me in the process before waking up, starting to have some more tears and almost grabbing at me, pulling himself into me again. As though he was afraid he'd wake up and I wouldn't be there. It was heartbreaking. Every time I'd just squeeze him back and whisper that I'm there or something similar. I'd kiss his head and rub his back until he drifted off again. He never stayed asleep for long, though. He properly fell asleep after maybe

three or four hours of this drifting. And I stayed awake for maybe an hour past that just holding him. In the morning I woke up first and when he woke he lay there for a moment before the tears started flowing again. We stayed in bed all morning just embracing each other. A user mentioned before that two people, lying naked together being vulnerable is the ultimate intimacy and honesty now I couldn't agree. More, I've never felt so close to someone. I was feeling so many emotions it was intense. He's cried in my arms a couple more times since at random points of the day. Whilst I'm obviously devastated for him I can't help but be so, so grateful he's willing to allow me to be there for him. Crying in daylight out of bed is a huge step from only allowing himself to do

at once in a dark bedroom. I'm honestly honored that he trusts me so much. Hopefully he continues to allow me to be there for him in whatever capacity possible. Today I saw a TikTok video where a girl was mocking an ex for crying in front of her and it enraged me. I cannot begin to imagine how these people think like this. To have someone willing to be as vulnerable as possible in front of you, to be comfortable asking for help in their darkest hour and then touring around and Fingyngy mocking them for it. It's disgusting and I am so, so, so glad I am not one of these awful people. Anyway, that's it out, just reading it back I can see how insanely long it is. I'm sorry, if you took the time to read, thank you, don't need any advice, just helps me immensely

to talk about this with someone. Update 4. My Boyfriends Become More Comfortable Being Vulnerable. A few weeks ago I wrote about my emotionally constipated boyfriend's mother's death, after showing him through actions that he could trust me he eventually allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of me and cried more than I've ever seen anyone cry before whilst I held him. It seemed that after seeing nothing bad happen when he allowed himself to be like that he's slowly becoming more comfortable. In the weeks following my previous post, he put on a stone face all day whilst he was working

slash doing chores, but then once we got into bed at night and I hugged him he'd break down whilst hugging me so tight and I held him and stroked his hair. He did this for almost two weeks. He cried more in this time than he has his entire life. Eventually he was even comfortable actually talking about some stuff. Which is a massive step. He told me how heartbroken he is about his mom's death. He talked about the pain he's in, his fears and worries. He spoke of now he was so afraid I'd view him differently and that deep down

he can't shake the feeling that I do. He even sounded scared when he said it. I started crying. I don't know we. Just something about it made me really sad that he'd have to have gone through life with that mentality. It was heartbreaking. I just pulled him in for the biggest hug. Ever. Since he's opened up to me like that I've felt so unbelievably connected to him, Weirdly enough it's almost as though he gave me a bit of his soul, something he'd always been too afraid to give anyone else. I'll cherish it till the day I die. It's also worth mentioning that the sex, my God the sex, feeling an emotional connection that strong makes it 100x better. I've been having the best sex of my life. Being able to look into his eyes and see right into his soul is intense.

Guys talk to your soul more. It's amplified my love for this boy so much. It's just such a shame that it took such a horrible experience to bring us. to this point.