Reddit Stories - I depleted my DAUGHTER'S UNIVERSITY savings to purchase a fresh RESIDENCE after she

Episode Date: February 5, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #tifu #familydrama #financialdecisions #parenting #universityfunds  Summary: A parent reveals that they used their daughter's university savings to buy a new home. This decision has sparked controversy and raised questions about financial priorities and family dynamics. The parent seeks opinions on whether their actions were justified or if they crossed a line with their daughter.  Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, family, finances, parenting, university, savings, homebuying, relationships, decisions, conflict, advice, support, ethics, money, trust, communicationBecome 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. I depleted my daughter's university savings to purchase a fresh residence after she befriended my unfaithful former partner's mistress and referred to her as her new mother. Now she is pleading for pardon. I, 44F, have an 18-year-old daughter Mia and she's supposed to start college in a couple of months. I'm also in the middle of a divorce from my husband of 20 years, Jonathan, 45M. He had an affair with his secretary Alicia, 34F, and that had been going on for almost a year

before he finally came clean to me about it a couple of months ago. I filed for a divorce as soon as I could, after he told me and I also moved out of our house. I've been living with a friend of mine ever since I left and I'd expected Mia to take my side on this because I'm obviously the victim here, but for some reason, she chose to take her father's side. I tried to talk to her a week after the divorce because she hadn't been texting me, not even to find out where I was. She hadn't been at home on the day that Jonathan came clean to me about the affair and I moved out that day, so I never got a chance to say goodbye to her. I waited for her to text me and asked me where I was, but that text never came. So after almost a week of waiting, I decided to

text her first and told her that I was leaving her father because of his affair. And she told me that she already knew, but she didn't care about it much because she felt like this didn't concern her. I thought that it was a bit odd and began to think that maybe I'd made a mistake by letting Jonathan talk to her first. Because that meant that he controlled the narrative and could feed me a whatever nonsense he wanted to about our marriage and our relationship, so she would side with him over me. I tried to talk to her many more times afterward, so I could set the record straight, but it appeared to me that Jonathan had actually told her the truth and in spite of that, she was on his side. I thought that was insane, but she was still my daughter, so I tried to convince

her to talk to me and put in a lot of effort to get her to spend time with me. Even though I was super busy with the divorce and my job, she would agree to meet me like once in a blue moon and I'd try to make a day out of it. But even then she would just seem very unenthusiastic and would be on her phone almost the entire time. For the last couple of weeks, she hadn't been responding to any of my texts and was completely icing me out. And then, about a week, week ago, I saw a post that she'd put up on Instagram, where she was hugging Alicia with a caption that referred to her as mom with a heart emoji. I was already feeling horrible because not only was I losing my husband but now, it appeared that I was also going to lose my daughter

to the same woman. That post was pretty much my last straw and I just completely snapped. I called Mia up and when she didn't answer the first time, I decided to go a little crazy and called her almost 17 more times until she finally picked up the phone. She sounded annoyed but I couldn't care less about how she felt and instantly demanded an explanation for the post and the caption. She told me that it was none of my business and that I shouldn't be stalking her account in the first place anyway. It was crazy because she has a public account and I follow her because I'm her biological mother. I told her that it was really low and disgusting of her to take Jonathan's side, even though he had cheated on Mia now. She was also pretending like that other woman was her mother while ignoring the woman who'd actually given birth to her.

her and raised her for so long. Mia told me that she owed me nothing and if I was so hurt then she was just going to block me so I wouldn't be able to see any more of her posts. She told me that whatever happened was done and that now, instead of whining, should just be trying to make my future better, like she was, trying to get along with her new family. Then, she disconnected the call and actually ended up blocking me, which came as a huge shock to me. Mia and I, like any other mother-daughter duo, had our differences. but I wouldn't ever expect her to stab me in the back like this. She and I'd been pretty close growing up and only in the recent years had she started growing

closer to Jonathan than to me. But I always believed that she loved us equally. That phone call proved that she didn't and it set me off the edge. I think I cried for almost an hour after she hung up and blocked me because I couldn't believe that my little girl would do this to me. But once I was done crying, I decided that I wasn't going to let everybody get away with walking all over me and then just keep sobbing for the rest of my life. I decided to take Mia's advice and did something crazy. I'd set aside a ton of money for Mia's college fund.

Jonathan and I had figured that we could split the cost of sending her to college, so he'd saved up to pay half and so had I, in our separate bank accounts because we weren't supposed to touch that amount. But I decided to just screw it and spend that money on buying a house that I'd really wanted for the past couple of years. I'd had my eye on a beautiful house in a really nice neighborhood but I hadn't been able to buy it because Jonathan wasn't ready

to move out of our old house and Mia didn't want to leave that neighborhood behind because all her friends lived close by. But as soon as I realized that Mia had almost no gratitude the sooner I accepted that, the better off I would be. So I decided to talk to the real estate agent

dealing with that house and offered them the entire college fund and some more, so I could buy that house and I got a deal. I'm supposed to move into that house by the end of the month, so I decided I was going to take a picture of that house and posted on my social media so that everybody would know that I'm not sitting at home and crying over things that I have no control of anymore. I posted that image on my account

and I guess some relative of Jonathan sent it to him, and he texted me a few days ago to ask me how I was able to afford that house because the last time we discussed this, it was a little out of my budget. I didn't care what he would think of me, so I told him truthfully that I spent me as college fund to buy that house and I didn't have any regrets about it. it. He flipped out and started yelling at me, called me an irresponsible mother, and told me that I had no right to do this to our daughter. He accused me of being petty and jealous just because Mia seemed to be getting along well with Alicia. He also insinuated that I was somehow punishing her for not turning her back on her father and siding with me instead. None of that

was true, I was just doing this because I finally felt like I'd earned it and I no longer needed to keep running after my daughter because she had other people looking out for her. And it was pretty evident from her behavior that she preferred these new people over me, so she didn't need me anymore. And if she didn't need me, then I would assume that she didn't need my money either. He couldn't argue with that so I disconnected the call. But it wasn't over yet because after that, I still had Mia to deal with. An hour after my phone call with Jonathan, she called me and she was devastated. She was sobbing and I could barely even make out what she was saying because she was crying so hard. She kept asking me how I could do this to her when she'd always put me

first and above everybody else. It was petty, but I did ask her if she was still putting me first when she blocked me, just because I seemed to be upset that she was calling Alicia her mother. She told me that it meant nothing and it was only a sweet gesture that she thought would make Alicia feel more comfortable as part of the family. Because no matter what the past was, Jonathan still wanted the future with Alicia. And she said that she just wanted to balance her old family and her new family now, without letting either of them go. She said that she hadn't expected me to turn so hostile towards her and I told her that I could say the same thing for her because it was actually she who turned her back on me first. Even though I was the victim and I was

the one who'd been cheated on. She just kept crying and crying and said that she'd never expected her own mother to take revenge on her like this. And I started feeling pretty horrible about what I did, especially when she started hiccuping in the middle of her sobs. Because she only did that when she was upset and I hadn't heard her do that ever since she was a kid. So I knew that she was really upset now and I guess I may have taken things a little too far. She told me that she was very sorry about whatever she did, for what it's worth, and then disconnected the call.

But I haven't been able to forget about it and I really don't know if what I did was out of line or not. I'd offer spending my daughter's college fund on a new house after she called her dad's a fair partner mom? Update 1, Hey, guys. So I moved into my new house recently and it's been a few days since I've been living here. I brought back all the things that I'd paid for from my old house. And I did run into Jonathan, Alicia, and Mia there as well. They're all living together now, so that's nice. Because it seems like Jonathan found a replacement for me as soon as I was gone.

Actually, he already had a replacement lined up even before I was gone, to be precise, which is why the divorce is happening. Jonathan and Alicia ignored me the entire time that I was there, which wasn't really a punishment for me, because it just made it easier for me to instruct the movers and help me get my job done a lot faster than I would have been able to, had they decided to talk to me. Mia, however, tried to stop me and talk to me before I left. She hadn't tried to interrupt me the entire time that I was there and neither had I tried to talk to her because I had nothing left for me to say to her, especially not after whatever had happened in the past. But she stopped me, just as I was about to get into my car, and asked me if I'd given

any thought to what or how I was going to contribute to her college fund now. There was no apology and no sign of regret, so I didn't bother to answer and drove away. I thought about it a lot over the past few days and I really can't come up with any excuse for my daughter's behavior. We had grown a little distant in the last couple of years and I thought that it was normal because she was a teenager and I was her mother. so she couldn't get along with me, even if she wanted to. But she'd been on good terms with her father throughout,

which made me feel a little alienated, but I never held that against her. This was different. This was something where I actually needed her to stand up for me, but she didn't do that and I guess I was really disappointed. It was bad enough that she didn't stand up for me, knowing that her mother had been cheated on. But the way she treated me after that is what hurt. I don't think anybody would be able to tolerate,

that degree of disrespect, regardless of who it came from. And it's not as if my daughter's a child. She's an adult, she knew what she was doing. Update 2, like I'd said in my previous update, I can't forgive my daughter. And the money is already spent. So I don't understand the point of bothering me every other day. But Mia has decided that she's going to keep texting me every other day to ask if I changed my mind. I've been ignoring her for the past couple of days, but it's been almost a week and she still keeps doing it. So today I decided to finally text her back. I told her that the money was already spent now so there was not much that I could do to bring it back. Besides, she'd already made her priorities pretty obvious to me, so it was kind of unfair for

her to treat me badly and then expect me to pay for her college fund. The person she'd referred to as mom could actually make some contribution to her fund and that would be a lot more reasonable. Mia got annoyed and texted back saying that it was just a post and there was no need for me to get so triggered over it. But to me, it wasn't just a post. It felt like a slap in the face because not only was Jonathan choosing this woman over me but it felt like my own daughter was also taking their side. And she was old enough to tell a part right from wrong, so it really didn't make sense to me why she'd chosen their side over mine. The only two explanations that I could come up with were that either she just didn't even think that they'd

screwed up, which would be a terrible reflection of her morals, or maybe she knew something that I didn't and they were doing something for her that I couldn't. Either way, she wasn't on my side and she didn't have my back, which was a pretty huge heartbreak for me. I told Mia all of this and the only thing she had to say to my long, emotional text was that I needed to get over it. I was so exasperated with her that I muted all notifications from her and archived her chat. I couldn't block her because she's still my daughter, but if she decides to test my patients again, I just might do it. Update 3. So, it's been two weeks since I last spoke to my daughter, and today, Jonathan and Mia decided to ambush me at my office. I was just about to leave the office premises so I could head out

to a restaurant for lunch when I saw Jonathan's car parked across the street and both of them were leaning against it and waiting for me to come out. I decided that I was going to ignore them and just walk past them, but they made their way towards me and told me that I needed to talk to them and explain my actions to them. Even after so many explanations, I couldn't fathom what they were still confused about. I told them to go away but like most other times, that didn't work and Mia started sulking and told me that if not Jonathan,

I definitely did owe her an explanation. So I decided that I was just going to get this done with, once and for all. I told them to follow me into the nearest restaurant and once we were seated, I decided to start talking without even giving them a chance to interrupt me. because I wasn't interested in their side of the story at all. I told them that Jonathan and I, in spite of being together for almost 20 years, were still getting a divorce because he cheated on me. And instead of having some empathy for me, Mia decided that she was going to suck up to her

father's affair partner and do everything in her power to make me feel bad about myself. As if I wasn't feeling bad enough because of the divorce and all the cheating already. I told her, to her face, that after everything that's happened, I really can't think of her as the daughter that I'd raised because if she really was my daughter, she would never do the things and say the things that she had. It was all disgusting to the very core and I didn't want to associate with any of them anymore. They were all immoral, unethical and just disgusting people in general. I told Mia, in particular, that I was still entertaining her because she was my daughter. But had it been a stronger and more ruthless

woman in my place than she probably would have cut her off after that post, she was lucky that she even got a chance to talk to me at all because not many people would give her that chance. After I was done talking, I could see tears in Mia's eyes and I just knew that she was about to start crying so I hurriedly grabbed my burrito, paid for it, and left. I'd said a lot of things but it was still really hard for me to watch her cry. And I didn't want to appear weak, so I just left without another word. Neither of them has contacted me since then and I hardly think that they will, after this. Even if they do, it'll probably not be to ask for the college fund anymore because I think I've made it pretty clear why that's gone. So they really can't have any more questions about that.

I still have to meet Jonathan in a couple of days for the negotiation so I know that I'm going to have to continue seeing him. But I don't know what is going to happen to my relationship with Mia after this because she seemed pretty upset today. I don't know what exactly made her cry, but I know that the things that I said today definitely got to her. Update 4. It's been a month since I last met my daughter and I almost thought I would never see her again. It was sad, but I'd made my peace with it. There wasn't much that I could do at that point either. Jonathan stopped fighting me at the negotiations as well, probably because what I'd said at our last informal meeting at the restaurant got to him as well. I realized that once he'd told me about Alicia,

I didn't even scream at him. I just left quietly, and never looked back again. I guess the guilt hadn't really settled in because I hadn't expressed how disappointed and angry I was until that day at the restaurant. As for Mia, we didn't speak for a month after that and like I said, I almost thought that I would never see her again. She's supposed to start college in a couple of weeks and I kept going through old photo albums of us when she was little, because I felt like I'd be there to see her off when she went away to college. I kept thinking about how now, it would be Alicia instead of me who'd be seeing her off, and that thought made me really upset, but I couldn't do anything about it.

Three days back, when I received an email from Mia and it was a pretty emotional one. She apologized to me for behaving the way that she did and told me the real reason she was trying to be nice to Alicia was that Jonathan had promised her that he'd buy her a car if she treated Alicia better and also let her get an apartment in her second year with her friends. And she couldn't think of a way to do this without hurting me. She knew that if she continued to be on good terms with me, then I'd definitely ask her about her close relationship with Alicia and she didn't want that. So she just started pushing me away and hoped that she'd be able to reconnect with me

once she got the car. She said that she now understood that none of it was worth losing her relationship with me, and she regretted every single thing that she did. She told me that she'd really love it if I would be there to see her off when she started college and told me the dates and everything. I haven't yet made up my mind on whether I want to go or not because at the end of the day, she was doing this all for just a car and so she could have fun with her friends. I could understand the appeal of that because I, too, was once her age.

But I would never hurt my loved ones for something as insignificant as that. And she did hurt me, she hurt me pretty bad. It was intentional and it was for a really petty reason, so I don't know if I can forgive her so quickly. But at least she apologized, so that's something. I haven't responded to her email yet because I'm still struggling with what to do about this. I really don't think that a car or an apartment is a valid enough reason to act the way she did, but I do miss her terribly and I really wish that we could go back to being the way that we were, or at least try to. Update 5, hi, guys. Thank you so much for following my story

and for all the comments and messages that I've received and still continue to receive. It really means the world to me that so many people resonate with me. Hang in there, things do get better. Mia and I have finally begun to work on a relationship. She's supposed to leave for college in a couple of days and I finally responded to that email yesterday. I told her that she made me feel awful, like I'd failed as a mother and it would take me a while to come around. Having said that, I couldn't possibly stay away or keep her away from me anymore. Because she was my only child. People might think of me as weak or a pushover but I think that there's been enough punishment and revenge in this family.

And I can't go on like this, with so much hate in my heart. I fix things, not out of a sense of duty or obligation, but because I really wanted to. I don't think that I would forgive her if I wasn't her mother, but I am and I guess, just this once, I can look fast whatever she did. As long as she promises that she will never do something like this again, not just to me but to anybody who loves her. We hopped onto a phone call afterward and had a real conversation about every which ended with both of us crying and I guess that was a pretty good emotional release.

She promised me that she would never repeat her behavior ever again and that there was nothing in the world that she would want more than to fix her relationship with me. So we think we're going to try out online therapy sessions because we've clearly been through a lot and I don't think we can work through these things without professional help. She also told me that she's asked her father to stay back home because she wants me to drive her up to her campus and help her settle in. It'll also give her some time to talk to me before she leaves. Jonathan and Alicia were pretty disappointed that she didn't want them tagging along,

but she was very firm about who she wanted to drop her off. And I'm glad that she chose me. I wouldn't say that everything is all fine again but with enough time and effort. I guess we can repair our relationship. And I hope that we do. That's the end of the first story. Let's begin the second one. I hope you enjoy this story.

graduate teacher declines my document, then attempts to present it as his personal creation. You won't imagine how I retaliated. In the past, I made the choice to, wanted to switch to working as a professor. I have always believed that teaching is my life's profession and at the time, I was already a high school teacher but I wanted to get my master's degree, a doctorate, and become a college professor. I have always loved literature because of how it helps us see the world and understand humans from different perspectives and at some point, my philosophical explanations and analysis of high school literature were starting to confuse my poor students. I decided then that it was time for an upgrade. Left to me, I never would have taught in a high

school. I found high schoolers very annoying, whiny, and maybe as they should be, childish. I also knew just how mean students were to teachers in high school and I didn't want to have that experience. When I started to hear the kids call me nicknames and giggle and exchange funny faces in my class, I just knew I wanted to get out of there. Generally, I believe that college was a place where my unique perspective on life and literature would be appreciated better. I spoke to my aunt who taught a course on body anatomy at a university in the city and told her about my plans to teach in a university too. While she encouraged me to pursue my dreams, she was a bit concerned about how I was going to be able to afford tuition and all of that.

Getting a master's degree can be very time-consuming, she said. If you want to get a job as a professor, you must demonstrate your academic excellence and that means finishing up with very good grades. I shrugged and said, I can do that. I did very well in college and I did not doubt that I'd make good grades in graduate school. I like your confidence but how is that going to work with your full-time job as a teacher? If you want to do very well, you must be willing to quit your job. I can't. I need the money to survive. Have you considered asking your mom and dad?

I decided I was going to do just that. My parents squeezed out a lot of money for my college education and were kind of disappointed when I went on to become a high school teacher. I figured telling them that I was now back to my senses and wanted to be a college professor would excite them and make them give me a loan at least. No way. That was my mom's response when I told her about my plans to go to graduate school. What? There is no way your dad and I are giving you that money. You heard your mother, son. Listen, your dad and I are retiring next year. All we want right now is a big vacation after our retirement and enough money to take good care of ourselves. But it's a loan. You're going to have to find another way.

I felt bad that my parents turned me down, but I did not resent them. My parents had done the best they could do for my older sister and me. They ensured we got our first college degrees and made sure that they provided for us enough that we didn't have to get extra jobs in school. I got jobs at different points in college, but it was to afford certain luxuries and buy gifts for my girlfriend. About a month later, as the deadline for registration drew near, my dad called me. One of his friends who was a retired professor knew a literature professor who needed a teaching

assistant and I was perfect for the job. You may also get to be directly employed by the school and maybe even make tenure in a short while, my dad said, Thank you, Dad. I promise I'll make you proud. I went for the teaching assistant interview after arming myself with enough knowledge about the professor I was supposed to work with. From what I heard and read about him, he was the kind of person who enjoyed hearing people's different perspectives. He was not a rigid teacher at all and didn't mind his students holding

contrary opinions. He also didn't like when they echoed his opinions back to him. He encouraged everyone to form and hold on to their own solid opinions. I was glad when I learned all that about him. That was the kind of professor I wanted to be anyway, so it gladdened my heart to know that that kind of person could be my mentor. I went in for the interview and showed up as my most confident, authentic self. I got the job and was to resume work after three weeks. I needed the three weeks to inform my then employers at the high school that I was leaving. I resumed graduate school shortly after and resumed duties as the teaching assistant of one of my professors. Since we already had a relationship, I chose him as my preferred supervisor for my master's thesis.

After I started working for him, I noticed how informal he was. He wasn't the kind of person to keep work relationships strictly formal, he would invite me for dinner with his family, his wife and stepdaughter. While I loved his stepdaughter, his wife was sort of standoffish and would speak to me in a condescending tone sometimes. I didn't bother about it, though, because she spoke to her husband in that tone two-plus rumor had it that she wore the pants in their marriage since she made more money. Also, she kept calling me by a name that wasn't mine but sounded similar to mine, whenever I corrected her, she'd shrug and just go on to say whatever she wanted to. My professor was nice to everyone but something just felt off about his family, even about him.

He was just extremely nice to everyone and he went out of his way to do things for others. In my experience, people who do that have something to hide. I knew he wasn't nearly as nice and sweet as everyone thought he was when I submitted a proposed topic for my master's thesis. This is an unusual topic. It is certainly something I'd love to read. She permitted me to go on and write the abstract and introductory part for his approval. I went on to do research, read books, and spent so much time on topics that were related to the proposed topic. When I was finished with the abstract, I gave it to him for his review.

A few weeks later, he informed me that he'd read my abstract and the introductory part but thought the topic was a bit too unconventional and might upset people. I was surprised because my professor was the kind of person who loved and enjoyed exploring aspects of literature that people hardly ever touched on, but since he was my supervisor and boss, I figured I'd just agree with him. So, I didn't push it. Instead, I went on to choose a different topic. I chose a different topic, but he rejected that too. You must be careful about the stuff you write on. People hate too much change, they hate to be called out like this I didn't see how that topic was too far out of line, but I accepted his suggestion to change the topic and I did that

anyway. As my professor's teaching assistant, he sometimes lets me use his computer to compile the essays and assignments from his undergraduate students into a single file so he can easily access them. One afternoon, I was doing my usual compilation when I noticed an email from an academic journal I'd always hoped I'd publish my work in the future. Usually, I'd never have checked the mail because it was my boss's private email, not an email from one of his students, but I noticed that the email heading carried the topic of the first topic I proposed to my professor. The topic was written in a bracket. I opened the email and it contained a message from the journal telling him that they had approved his essay for publication in their journal.

In the thread of their emails, I saw that he'd sent them a message pitching the essay topic to them and even mentioning points that I had made when I tried to defend the first topic to him. He then sent another email with a document attached and the document contained the abstract and short introduction that I had written. I was shocked that he could and would do something like that. He just never struck me as some who checked a topic I'd come up with just so he'd be the one to write on it. It just didn't make sense. Also, if he wanted it published and his name affiliated, he could have suggested that we both work together and publish with both our names. I went to their house the afternoon of the next day, ready to confront him with what I had found

out. You look upset, is everything all right? His wife asked, looking unusually calm, she was normally condescending and outrightly rude. I explained what had happened and she smiled and asked me to wait for her. She was going to wake him up from his nap. I waited for nearly an hour before they both came down. When they finally did, I was going to start talking when my professor interrupted me. I apologize for the misunderstanding. He started. This isn't quite a misunderstanding. I wish you told me that. I saw his wife roll her eyes and pause.

How much can we pay to make this all go away? What, you're a graduate student earning peanuts from being a TA? Surely a fat check should make up for one silly abstract and an introduction. I noticed that my professor tried to interrupt her, but she didn't let him and kept talking. So shall I proceed to write you that check? I nodded yes, pretend. to be ashamed, and took a piece of paper from her husband and handed it to me. I was shocked. They already had written the check knowing that I was going to accept it from them. I left

their house that day feeling very ashamed. I expected that when I resumed work the next week, my professor would be ashamed of his behavior and offer an apology, maybe even shift the blame on his wife, and to declare that he'd decline the offer to publish in that journal but he didn't do that. He started to behave as though the idea and introductory part were entirely and originally his. I knew I was going to get back at him and his evil wife when one day, he called to ask if I could offer insight on the essay he was writing. My essay. He was essentially asking me to do the whole work. I offered to write the essay for him so he could do the editing and I did. I then compiled the introductory part one had written earlier, compiled it with the body

of the essay, and sent it to a random magazine for publishing. The magazine was not an academic one, but they were willing to make space for my work. They published the essay just a few days before my professor had his essay published in that journal. Weeks later, the magazine reached out to me informing me that someone else had plagiarized my work and had published it in an academic journal. I revealed what had happened and permitted them to write an article about it.

I knew what I had done was going to cost me my teaching assistant job, but I didn't mind. I applied to the academic office to have my supervisor changed and that severed my relationship with the professor. The journal found out about what had happened, put out a disclaimer, and gave me credit for my work. That made me very happy and while the school never punished him for his actions, his reputation got soiled because of the article the magazine had written about him and the disclaimer.

Now on to the next story. Story 2. My best guy friend just told me he's in love with me. Two days before my wedding. I've been with my fiancé for three. three years, engaged for a little over a year. My best friend and I have known each other since freshman year of college. We are all in our early 30s. This morning, I woke up to a long S-text from my guy best friend that he had sent around 6 a.m. Basically, it was him pouring his heart out.

He said he's been in love with me for years, but always hoped I'd end up breaking up with my fiancé and finally noticing him. He asked me to call off the wedding and run away with him. It said, I needed to tell you before it was too late. I just feel gross and sad. I have no feelings for him beyond platonic love. I've drafted a response and deleted it, over and over. I haven't even told my fiancé. I don't want him to have to worry about me so soon to our wedding. I know I need to, but I don't know what to do or how to phrase it. What's worse is that he's become my fiancé's friend, too. I'm also pretty pissed that my friend chose such an unfortunate time to cuss me such distress. There were so many times over the years he could have just bucked up and told me how he felt.

But waiting until right before I married? Like I would just cancel my wedding and leave my fiancé because of a goddamn text. I want to tell him to not come to the wedding. I can't trust that he wouldn't try to pull something. I don't even know if I want to talk to him again, but the thought of losing my best friend is heartbring. Hell, the thought of not having him at my wedding is really painful. He's put me in an uncomfortable, impossible situation. I wish it wasn't on me to deal with his feelings for him.

I wish he had either stopped being friends with me when he realized us ending up together would never happen, or had told me a while ago. I don't want to kick him while he's down, but I need to make it clear that I have no feelings, the wedding is still on, and I don't want him to attend. We have been friends for over a decade. I've been crying over this all day. I feel almost disgusted, knowing that this whole time he had ulterior motives. How do I even go about dealing with this?

I'm supposed to get married in under 48 hours. Edit, I'll be showing the text to my fiancé after he gets home from his brothers. I won't send anything until he's here with me. Update. My husband, I love being able to say that now, and I got back from our honeymoon yesterday. on my phone and opened the Reddit app and it was still signed into this account, so I had an oh yeah moment and figured I'd post an update. So a lot of people here really helped validate the icky mess of feelings I was having. Thank you for that. Posting here really helped put my

thoughts into words. So that night my fiancé got home from his brothers. I let him sit down and then I showed him the text. He read it and I watched his eyes get bigger and expression angrier. Of course, I started apologizing like an idiot and he told me I did know him an apology for anything. We talked and he told me he figured the guy had a crush, but kept it respectful. And really, he had. We were close, but beyond a side hug during greetings and goodbyes, there was no physicality. I even let him read out past messages just to see that there was no emotional affair or me leading him on. I never even vented about my fiancé when we would have arguments because I knew better than to do that.

I'd talk to my mom, L.O.L. So my fiancé asked me what I wanted to do. And I said that while it did sadden me, I didn't want him at our wedding. I was afraid that he would try some nonsense. We typed up a very brief message. It said, friend, I'm sorry that you mistook my friendship for something more. The wedding is going to happen, and it'd be best. if you didn't attend. To be clear, I let, fiancé, read this message and he stands by my decision to un-invite you. We wanted to make it clear that it was me who wanted him to not come, not just my fiancé. Knowing him, he'd probably claim that fiancée forced me to un-invite him. He read the message and left it on Reed for a while. I honestly started getting pretty anxious over it and fiancé

asked if I wanted to block him. Part of me wanted to, and part of me wanted to hear him. him out. And when he finally responded, the text was so long that I had to click on it to read it. It was horrible. He called me a liar for leading him on for over a decade, that he hoped my fiancé left me and that we were infertile. It was just horrible thing after horrible thing and I started crying. Fiancé took my phone into the other room while I sobbed. I think he called him, but I'm not sure. What I do know is after about an hour he came back in, handed me my phone back and told me that friend was now blocked on everything, would not be attending, and the best man in my maid of honor knew of the situation and would handle it for me.

It was like a weight lifted off of my shoulders, honestly. After reading that message, I really wasn't so sad that friend wouldn't be attending anymore. And our wedding fucking rocked. We had the time of our lives, surrounded by people who loved us and we loved them. It still feels like a dream, to be honest. and if friend tried to show up, I never heard anything of it. I guess that's the update. It's not nearly as dramatic and crazy as what people hoped for, I feel like, but I'm happy.