Reddit Stories - PARTNER BETRAYED my trust because I was unable to PURCHASE a $3,000 luxury

Episode Date: February 1, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #betrayal #trustissues #luxurylifestyle #relationshipadvice #financialstruggles  Summary: A partner's betrayal occurred when I was unable to purchase a $3,000 luxury item. This incident highlighted deeper issues of trust and support in our relationship. The emotional fallout has left me questioning our bond and the expectations we hold for each other in times of financial difficulty.  Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, betrayal, trust, luxury, relationship, financialissues, emotionalpain, support, expectations, communication, conflict, love, partnership, advice, struggles, honestyBecome 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. Partner betrayed my trust because I was unable to purchase a $3,000 luxury handbag for her, so here's my response. That's correct, my significant other cheated on me because I couldn't meet her materialistic desires. I couldn't buy her a $3,000 bag. I, 27M, was in a relationship with a woman, I'll call her Luna, 26F. We dated for her. for more than two years when, one day, I found her making out in a Mercedes-Benz cabriolet. This happened a week ago when I went to an office party, a few drinks later, my colleague and I went outside to get some fresh air, and something caught our attention.

A shiny blue Mercedes-Benz cabriolet, it was parked two buildings away in front of a hotel. We thought it was just parked and no one was in there, so we casually went towards it to admire its beauty closely. As we moved closer to the car to admire her beauty, we noticed someone was in there, the car was shaking weirdly. Then we realized that a couple was making out inside it. My colleague and I stopped there and burst out in laughter that we were about to disturb someone in their private moment. We stood there for a smoke, and next, what I saw gave me chills. A woman came outside of that car, fixing her hair while teasing the man with her, and they both headed inside the hotel while handing over the keys to the valet. That woman was my girlfriend,

Luna, who was making out with the guy in the bends. My amusement turned into agony. My colleague knew Luna and was surprised to see her walking inside a hotel, hand in hand with a man. I didn't know that guy, I had never seen him. I know I have suddenly jumped into the topic without giving any context. I'm a sales executive in an MNC. Luna and I were colleagues when I was working as a part-time cashier at a supermarket. Luna was the store assistant. We became friends, but nothing panned out at that time. I was in college and was too busy to get into a relationship.

Luna also never showed any interest in me. Luna dropped out of college to support her family. She has been working two jobs since the age of 19, and I respect her dedication. A year ago, I bumped into her at the same same. supermarket where we used to work. She was promoted to floor supervisor by then. We had met after five years and like old friends we went for a coffee. I asked her if she was dating someone and she said no. She gestured at me as if I was asking her out. I was single and said I didn't mind taking her out. We exchanged our numbers and the following weekend we went for a drink. Gradually,

we started dating, and it's been more than two years since we have been together. During our relationship, I used to suggest she complete her college because the absence of one was blocking her career from growing. She said she could not afford a college education since she had to look after her parents. Initially, I sympathized with her because she was sacrificing her career to take care of her family, but eventually, I discovered that she was sending only 25% of her income to her parents. Besides her job at the supermarket, which was stable and consistent, she used to struggle for her evening jobs. She hoped from one to another. From being a waitress to a bartender, she tried it all. Since she was working two jobs, I suggested she quit one job and joined the college while the

salary from one job could take care of her needs and her families. She kicked against the idea of rejoining the college. She said her income from one job was not enough for her to survive. I respected her choice and did not push her further. The thing is, I wanted her to complete her college and settle for a stable day job. I was looking forward to proposing to her after a few months, and her schedule was the biggest hindrance for me to settle down with her. I loved her and was serious about her. I tried to confront her about my feelings that I wanted to marry and settle down with her within

a year. Hence, I wanted her to sort out her career first. She shrugged off by saying that marriage and career are two different things she also wanted to marry me in a year or so, but she liked her hustling career. She said she could not sign up for a monotonous day job. She considered that to be boring. For some reason, her job hopping stuff brought a thrill to her life. I don't know if that was a red flag or not, but I clearly missed reading that signal. Luna didn't believe in saving, so she used to spend all her income on her life. lifestyle. Like any other woman, she had a keen interest in branded clothes, bags, and sandals. For

someone who doesn't know Luna's profession or background, they would assume her to be of a wealthy background because of the way she carried herself. I don't know how people would take it, but I never considered it a problem. Initially, I did try to advise her to save up, but she said she was working so hard hence she deserved to own those stuff. Besides, she was using her own money to fulfill her expensive choices. A year ago, she asked me if she could move in with me. She was living with her friend who was moving out to a different city. Luna could not bear the expenses of the apartment alone hence asked me if we could stay together.

I was happy she was leveling up our relationship because I was also serious about her. I told her she did need not to contribute since I was already bearing the rent and other house bills alone. Instead, she can save up that money for herself. I didn't think about money a lot, apart from the food expenses. Nothing shot up due to her moving in, so I didn't mind bearing it. Six months ago, I got a promotion at work. It was a very proud moment for me, I had worked really hard for it. To celebrate my achievement, I took Luna out for a candlelight dinner at a fancy restaurant. She was really happy to enjoy the service at a premium place where she was usually at the

other end, service provider as waitress or bartender. She was so pleased that she kept telling me I was raising her expectations. I wanted her to pamper her like any man does for his GF slash wife. Little did I know that I was digging my own grave. After that dinner, Luna started subtly suggesting that I take her out every now and then, which basically meant every weekend. Her demand was not for a regular subway, McDonald's, or any regular eatery.

She suggested a fancier place every weekend. For the past few months, I had put up with her, thinking that she would soon get over it. While her eating out habit didn't subside, a new habit of hers popped up, and it was for gifts. She started demanding gifts from me.

Her request was not for any occasion but just random and that too, expensive ones. Sometimes it was for a czar address, the latest iPhones, and whatnot. It was her birthday last month, and I casually asked her what she needed for her birthday gift. Her wish list almost choked me. It was a Chanel bag of $3,000. I cracked up, taking it to be a joke, but she got offended. She said that I was judging her on her choice.

I told her I wasn't judging her at all, but I seriously took it as a joke. $3,000 for a bag is seriously something that I cannot wrap my head around. Instead of acknowledging her unreasonable demand, she justified it. She said that since I got a hefty raise after my promotion, I should be treating her with something fancy. Besides, I have not gifted her anything significant for the last two years of dating each other. I was shocked when she said that. I know I didn't gift her anything expensive, but I have been bearing all the household expenses for the last one year. Before she moved in, I was bearing all the bills for lunch and dinner whenever we went out.

I deliberately didn't let her pay because she was earning less. She didn't fight with me over this, but she gaslighted the situation to the extent that it made me feel guilty for not providing her with what she needed. she said that $3,000 was just a 10-day salary for me. People spend their entire month's salary on their girlfriend. See, I know 3K would be a 10-day salary, but I believe spending that much money on a bag is worthless. I know there are a bunch of people out there who go crazy over these over-the-top brands. 50K Nike shoes or 10K Gucci belts. I'm sorry, but I don't find it worth spending a dime on such short-term clothing items. I told her that if she wanted, I could give her that money, and she would get some vocational

skills to help her improve on her work. I know I sounded boring, but I couldn't think of anything better to spend $3,000. She rolled her eyes and called me stingy. She was clearly angry with me but didn't say anything. Her attitude had definitely changed after that. I thought she was just upset because of the bag episode and would get over it. On her birthday eve, I came home early to plan a surprise for her. I took a half day at work to buy flowers, candles, cakes, and a couple of dresses from Zara,

which she had been eyeing for some time. I kept waiting for her until midnight. She usually used to return by midnight, but after that fight, she was coming late. I called her to check when she would return, but she didn't answer the call. After an hour or so, she messaged me that her colleagues had planned a surprise party for her birthday, and she would be spending the night there. I was utterly disappointed because I had also planned for the surprise and spent the entire evening preparing for it. However, I couldn't blame her because she didn't know about my plan, but somehow I didn't like

that she spent her birthday night with her friends. I mean, she could have invited me to that party, but she didn't. I was so upset and tired that I dozed off on the couch. I woke up in the morning when Luna arrived drunk from her party. She was happy to see that I had also planned something in the house. She cuddled me and apologized for ditching me all night. I told her that I had taken an off on her birthday so that we could enjoy the day together. She didn't really like the plan.

She said she had to go to work as she had not taken a leave. I told her to call in sick at work, but she didn't. I really got upset at this because I had planned so much and was so excited to spend quality time with her. She ignored my request and went ahead with her schedule of showering, getting dressed up, and leaving for work. I couldn't fight with her because it was her birthday, so I let her be. I hunt her while she was leaving and asked her if she could stay back, but she said she was not in for a boring day on her birthday. I got confused and asked her what she meant. She said that she doesn't want to spend her birthday sitting at home and drinking wine.

She is an outgoing person and would like to spend her birthday outside. I suggested that we go out to a resort or for a day trip nearby. Her response was, my workday sounds cooler than your plan. I lost my patience by this and let her go. I was utterly frustrated by her attitude but let it pass. I took it upon myself that I should have planned something better, knowing that Luna was an extrovert party person. Instead of just planning something for the two of us, I should have planned for a birthday bash or something. The next few days, I tried to cheer her

up by promising that on her next birthday, I would really do something that would delight her. She said her standard of delight is nothing less than a Hawaii trip. I didn't say anything. Just curled my lips and smiled. For someone who has never been outside the state to speak of such a standard, it is actually a red flag, and this time, I read it, I started noticing her closely and realized that something was definitely off. While all these were going on, coincidentally, last week, I saw her making out in that luxurious car and then entering a five-star hotel with a man, seeing them going inside. I just couldn't help but rush inside the hotel to follow them. My colleague stopped me, saying that I would be thrown out of the lobby if I did something

shady like this. I have to be careful and alert, my colleague requested that we go back to our office party, but I was not in the mood to go to the party. I just stood in front of the hotel, waiting for them to come out. After a while, my friend insisted that we leave because it could be possible that they were spending the night together, and we could not stand there for the whole night. So, he drove me back home. I was so distraught that I was not able to breathe. I packed all her stuff and dumped it outside the apartment. I don't know when did I sleep. I woke up to a loud, shrieking voice of Luna asking me about her packed stuff.

I told her that she could go back to her rich boyfriend with whom she was effing around last night. Her response was, Oh, so you know it, great. It drove me insane. I yelled at her and asked when all these were going on. She said that there was no point in being dramatic. She had to hunt for these rich. men because I was a miser and could not afford to buy her a Chanel bag. Her eyes were cold and unremorseful. She took her stuff and left. It's so shallow and unbelievable that people can

stoop so low just for the sake of money. I don't know what I'm going to do now but surely I won't let that woman walk over me. Update. Hi all, it's been more than six months since my original post. I didn't make an update earlier because there was nothing worth updating. I know I closed my last post saying that I would definitely avenge the cheating, but life got the better of me. A few weeks after my breakup, coincidentally, I was sent to Seattle for a month-long project by my company, and that helped a lot. The change in scenery helped me move on quite fast.

After a month, when I was back from my work trip, I won't say I had completely forgotten her, but yes, I had moved on a lot. I blocked her from all social media platforms so there was no way I could see her or know about her. A week ago, Luna showed up at my house. She looked miserable, I was no longer angry with her, so I let her in. I asked her the reason for the visit, she broke down, apologizing to me. She said she was sorry to ruin our relationship for some short-term gifts. I asked her to move on because I had come ahead from my past.

She told me that I was the only person who ever loved her while everyone else was just using her body. I told her that she could not label others to be users because she got those expensive gifts in return. She said that she doesn't need those fancy items but a permanent partner to settle with because she has been hustling for the last ten years. I wished her good luck finding her man because I was no longer her man. She pleaded with me to give her another chance. She told me that she was broke and had been living on a friend's couch because she could not afford a place for herself. I told her that she had two jobs which should be sufficient to provide her with a basic life. She started crying again and said that she never had two jobs, she had only one at the supermarket.

I was shocked at the revelation because, for the two years we dated, she told me that she was going out for work, she said that she used to go out with her friends every evening, hit on men at the bar, and make out with them in exchange for gifts and money, I don't want to spell it out, but that's what she meant. I was so shocked that I could barely speak a word. She added that she was about to hit her 30s, hence she is unable to juggle her day job and the night's work. She wants to settle down and lead a normal life. She pleaded with me not to judge her and take her back. She promised that she would prove to be a good wife. I assured her that I wasn't judging her at all but it was unfair that she kept me in dark for two years. She lied to me and she cheated on me and I can't forget that. She held my hand and cried that she was broke and needed help. I told her clearly that I could not be back with her and she should leave me alone. Her confession swirled my mind that I was dating someone who was seeing other men every other day and I was such a fool to love her all those years.

I spoke to my friend about this, the one who was with me when I saw Luna making out in that car, and he suggested that I take a STD test because I was with that woman for so many years while she was effing around with others. Chances are there that I might have get infected. I resisted the test because I had no such symptoms, but my friend said that sometimes the symptoms take years to appear, so it's better to be safe. I have booked for the test tomorrow, hoping to come out clean, update to hello people. My STD reports came clean, thank God. Today I was passing by that supermarket where I met Luna or where she worked. Something inside me urged me to go inside.

I went inside and was lurking in the food aisle when one of the tenured employees who happened to be my colleague when I used to work there spotted me. He came and spoke to me, he knew that I dated Luna, so I asked him if she was still working there as I couldn't spot her. He said that Luna was fired from the job three months ago. I asked him the reason, but he said he doesn't know. I told him about my breakup with Luna. Then he revealed the truth.

He said that of late Luna was caught on camera trying to make advances towards male customers who looked wealthy. The security was keeping an eye on her for a long time, but since nothing was captured on the camera, they couldn't take any action. She was usually seen leaving the supermarket in their car after the shift. But three months back, she was caught making out with a customer in the secluded corner of the store. She was given a warning because she was one of the tenured employees. But a few days later, the same customer turned up at the store and created a huge scene that Luna had slipped out money from his wallet when she went to his house for the night. The management had to take action and this time she was fired. I asked him since he was working with her for so many years, did he find her shady?

He said that he was shocked to know about her truth because she was very normal with her co-workers and friends. No one knew about her dark reality. He said that Luna's reputation had gotten so bad in their working community that no one wanted to refer her or hire her, she was just using men to fund her lifestyle. I'm sharing this here so that others can be careful about the person they are dating. I feel lucky that it was just for two years. I read so many stories where the partner hid their true identity for many years, even after my marriage. Thank God, I was out of it before things got too serious.

Please run a background check before marrying anyone or at least spend enough time with them, meet their parents, and meet their friends before even getting serious with them. Thanks for hearing me out. That's the end of the first story. Let's begin the second one. hope you enjoy this story. Spouse of half a dozen years requires a kidney, so I underwent testing and discovered she is my sibling. I opted to undergo testing to determine if I could offer my kidney to her. Wife of six years.

We have two kids together, for F, 2M. My wife got sick just after our son was born and now is in need of a kidney transplant. We checked with her relatives and none were a match or a viable donor. Last week I got tested. I knew it would be a long shot so I decided to get tested to see if I could donate. I got a call the other day saying that I was a match. The doctor then said something about wanting to do additional testing due to some information from the HLA tissue test results.

I didn't think much of it and agreed. Then the results came in I was shocked and confused. He explained that because of how DNA information is passed down through generations apparent to a child could have at least a 50% match. Siblings could have a zero to 100% match. It was rare to have a high match as husband and wife, I asked what does that mean? He said that my wife and I have an abnormally high match percentage. Long story short were related, no I'm not kidding.

I was put up for adoption before I was born, placed into a family that moved across the country. I knew I was adopted but we didn't have any I formation about my family. Bio family. It was a closed adoption. I met my wife by chance eight years ago. I was on a trip from work and she was working at the site I went to. We worked together for a week. We exchanged numbers kept in touch. I was sent back there three more times that year and each time we became closer, I was given the opportunity to be transferred out there in a new higher paying position in a different department as hers. The rest is history. I don't know what to do moving forward, but but I know it may be wrong.

She is my wife and the mother of our kids. This post is probably going to get removed, but it is all true. Edit, look at name. All of my family is from my adopted parents. My parents adopted me two minutes after I was born. Their name is on my birth certificate. They have not told me anything about my bio parents and don't have any info. Her family is not a match as stated above most of her family has low match potential or can't donate due to medical or other reasons.

I am two years older than my wife, I do know that my wife was born when her parents were late teens. Update two weeks later. This is an update, the original was posted about two weeks ago. Yes, I know I misspelled a cross. Yes, I do have bad grammar and spelling. Yes, I am stressed and freaking out. Yes, I can play the banjo. No, there was no genetic test when we got married, our state stopped that in an unisonable.

1990s. No, my wife has never been stuck in the dryer, but, she once got stuck under the bed. Joke the reason I did not go in too much detail is to try to not be so specific that I or my wife might be recognized, well, the front page of Reddit didn't help with that. Thank you all for your comments and feedback. I didn't respond to them, but I did read all of them. The reason her family couldn't donate was that close relatives had some medical issues that prevent them from donating, examples, high blood pressure, diabetes, cancer, heavy drinkers, and more. The further out we tested the less percent of a match. I wanted to be tested because we needed to find someone, the doctor said it would be unlikely

but wouldn't hurt to try. I was freaking out after I got the news and had to get outside advice, when the doc said that the percentage was abnormally high and that we might be related I kind of zoned out and started to piece things together in my mind. My parents lived of a thousand miles away, they met my in-laws a few times, once at my wedding and when both my children were born. My children are fine, my daughter is incredibly smart for her age, my son is a handful and healthy. The way my adoption worked was when my bio-mom gave birth to me I was checked out and put in a different room I was there but don't know how it officially worked, from what my parents explained they were in that room waiting. They never met my bio-mom

in person. My bio-mom only had a profile and picked them out. of many candidates. I called my parents and told them that I needed to know everything they knew about my bio-mom. They told me that they had limited knowledge, they said she was a single mom that was 16 years old. The father was not in the picture. Also, I was born in a hospital one hour from where my wife was born. Like I said limited knowledge. Growing up I didn't want to find out about my bio parents. To me, my parents were always my parents. I knew I was adopted and that it was a closed adoption. I figure it wouldn't matter long term. I'm not going to do an additional at-home DNA test through any of the traditional testing sites like 23 or ancestry due to personal reasons.

Like the possibility of the family finding out. The doc said all of this to only me, not with my wife present. Some of the additional tests were done through the doctor which was the CM test. I'm not an expert on DNA testing. They said it was like a 1900 plus CM match. This basically confirms one of my bio parents is one of hers. It can also mean first cousins or aunt slash uncle. I'm guessing her dad.

When my kids were born my parents brought photos of me as a baby and commented that I and my son looked a lot like my wife's dad. My son was easily explainable. But all three of us are a different story. I'm not going to bring this up ever. I might look at my fill differently but nothing will hopefully change. I hope none of the family goes on Reddit and connects the dots. I am donating my kidney to my wife.

We have started the full process that takes time and a lot of preparation. I plan on talking to my wife after the surgery and after recovery. We will decide what to do with our kids if we are going to get them tested or ever tell them. I will not be leaving my wife. I love and will always be there for her. I made vows and I will keep them. I love her more than I would have sister. Edit to add.

I do plan on telling her after the surgery. She is not doing well and I think this will be even harder in her. I would rather her know that I love her as a husband rather than flip her world upside down right before life-changing and dangerous surgery. If something were to happen telling our kids is not a decision I'm going to make on my own it will be a joint thing after my wife knows. New Update Part 1 My wife is probably my half-sister. Part 1. Again, English is my first language. I'm just bad at it.

People still think this is fake and that is okay. It is my life, not yours. In the long term, it only affects my life, not yours. Okay, first, my wife and I did go through with the transplant. We both are recovering slash have recovered well now. My wife is the healthiest she has been since just after our son was born. My profile is all the other posts. But since I posted this on my profile, you most likely are up to date.

I have tried to write this update about a gazillion times. Hopefully, I can finish this one and not miss anything and try to give details in order. This will probably be my only update. Thanks to the people who reached out and shared your personal experiences and advice with the transplant. It helped. So I kept to my original plan. I did not tell my wife about the possibility of us being related until after the surgery. Before the surgery, my parents came into town as soon as they could.

It really helps having a big family support system like we have. The days leading up to the surgery seemed like there just wasn't enough time in the day for everything. With 900 doctor appointments, getting things prepared for worst-case scenarios, researching, setting up my parents, another family, in our house to watch our kids, and just spending time together as a family. The doctors were fantastic and laid everything out in a professional but relatable fashion, they answered all the questions and concerns we had leading up to, during, and post-op. There were a ton of questions. It was one of the best feelings seeing my wife hopeful for the first time in a long time.

I knew I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I took that away from her. In the days leading up, I decided I was going to write a letter to my wife if things went bad for me, but she survived. I wrote her six pages. I have small handwriting. In it, I told her how much I loved her, how much she changed me from the moment we met, how she was my universe, but also how sorry I was for keeping a secret from her and lying to her, went into details of what I found out over the last week, how we might be related and all the evidence. I gave it to my parents to give to her if something were to happen to me, but if we both didn't make it, then to read it with my in-laws. I also made other letters.

The surgery went well for both of us. They said my organs looked mighty fine. The transplant worked out rather quickly for my wife, and her body accepted it. I ended up scratching my eye pretty bad, and they put an eye patch on me. So when I saw my wife for the first time, her first words to me were, the doctors knew we were here for the kidney, right? Recovery overall sucks. There was virtually no position that was comfortable. Shout out to the persons who recommended sleeping in a recliner,

using stuffed animals my kids picked out as comfortable pillows, and more. I felt like a baby because my wife never complained and was healing well and taking it easy. Me on the other hand, am not so smart and decided I should go against doctor's orders and did not take it easy and ended up having to go to the ER and have a secondary surgery to repair damages I caused. please listen to your medical professionals. New Update Part 2. My wife is probably my half-sister part 2. Now on to what y'all really care about.

During recovery, my wife got into TikTok slash Reddit, well, after a time, she found a little post that made it way bigger than I ever intended. Looking back, I should have been more careful. Thanks for all the interaction and thanks to the ladies at two hot takes. My wife loves you guys. During this time, she started to ask more in-death questions about my adoption. My parents were still at the house at this point, parents answered all questions. My wife used the excuse of wanting to put a memory book together for our kids and wanted to include a family history of us growing up and including our parents who raised us. She knew most of this info, but wanted more details. She asked her dad about more details of his childhood,

how he met my Mill, if my Mill was his first relationship. She knew some, but I was learning a lot. Also reminder, my wife was born when her parents were older teens, am older than her. He said no Mill was not his first relationship. We ended up pulling out his old year books of his from high school, and he showed us the girl who was his first real relationship. I knew she was probably my bio-mom. I could see features that I have in her.

He told us fond memories he had of her. He said their relationship ended because of her parents, and he never saw her again. He tried finding out what happened to her, but couldn't before the internet. Shortly after that, he asked out my mill, and here we are, we got my Phil side, then my mill said, Now let me tell you how it really happened. Proceeded to tell us a different story that was more believable. Nothing about all of this was a red flag indicating that my wife knew my secret. but after that visit, I felt extremely guilty.

She was healthier than she had been in years, out of the major danger zone, so I had no real excuse not to tell her anymore. It took me two additional weeks to finally tell her, she noticed I was acting off and finally asked me if I was okay. I said I needed to talk to her about something serious, possibly life-altering, and potentially a relationship-ending topic, but that I love her and will do absolutely everything she decided from that point forward. She told me that was not a good start to a conversation and asked if I wanted to try again.

So I gave her the letter I had written before the surgery. She went from curious, happy, crying intense concentration unreadable. In my head, I basically handed her divorce papers, and I would never see her or my kids again. Our life that we have built just got nuked, I'm dramatic in my head, when I get nervous, I pace back and forth. When she finished reading it, she took a moment then came over to me, Stop me from pacing, said to look at her, smile with a genuine smile, and said you are the dumbest, smart person I know. Then kissed me.

This started a long conversation. She came across my first post, after the surgery, and found it oddly specific to our situation. Even though I changed some facts and circumstances, she connected the dots, this started her trying to find out if it was true, if I would eventually tell her or continue to her lie slash hide it from her. She reassured me that it changed nothing in our relationship. She is my wife, I am her husband. She will always have a piece of me with her at all times. She said, like a bunch of comments, that she doesn't view it as wrong because we did not grow up together, we didn't know, and it is a bit too late to back out now.

We decided to have our kids do genetic testing when they are more age appropriate, mainly for the unknown for me being adopted. We are not, for now slash possibly ever, telling anyone. We also looked up who we, now, suspect is my bio mom. What we found was that she ended up passing a few years ago due to drunk driver, don't drink and drive, but I possibly have two other half-sisters. So, I have dating options down the road if needed. wife hit me when I told her this. Kids are doing really well. All they know is that mommy is doing better and enjoying spending more time with her,

and the extra energy slash playfulness that she hasn't had in a while, they are doing really well. So, all in all, the best case scenario happened. The only things I would change is if the doctors tell you to take it easy and give you proper medical advice, follow it. Also, if you are keeping a secret from your wife slash so, don't, they probably know already and is just letting you keep digging the whole deeper. My wife and I are doing really well. We are probably the closest we have been in a long time. I asked her to marry me again. She said she would think about it, paused for like five long seconds, and of course, yes, I will marry you.

I'm not as afraid as I was about family finding or seeing this post. I now have a goddess-like force to have my back if I slash we ever get questioned. We have made contingency plans. Like I said, I probably won't update again. I thank you all.