Reddit Stories - Revealing Family Secrets Betrayal and Reddit Confessions ( Over 3 Hour Compilation ) - Episode 104

Episode Date: May 14, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #betrayal #familysecrets #confessions #storytime #dramaIn Episode 104, listeners dive into a captivating compilation of over three hours of Reddit confessions, revealing deep family secrets and the emotional turmoil of betrayal. Each story offers unique insights into relationships, trust, and the consequences of hidden truths within families.redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, betrayal, familysecrets, confessions, drama, storytelling, emotional, relationships, trust, secrets, revelations, podcast, compilation, entertainment, listening, experiences, narrativesBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6816713/support.This episode includes AI-generated content.

Relax and enjoy the following compilation of stories. I hope you enjoy this story. Insane second wife deserted my father during his battle with a foot condition, and it appears he possessed a hidden recording proving her infidelity, and he awarded her hardly anything. In his will. Hi, so I 24 F him writing this incident, which happened to me recently. I come from a pretty wealthy background,

with my father being a movie producer. We live in a small country by the ocean, so there is a good chance my dad isn't that well-known internationally. My 48-year-old dad, let's call him Theo, had met my mother when they both were my age, 24, and got married after she got pregnant with me. Unfortunately, due to some unforeseen complications during pregnancy, my mother passed away right after giving birth to me. My dad had been a single parent since then for almost 10 years.

No doubt he got a lot of offers from very attractive women, but he always prioritized me over his personal relationships. My dad had amassed a lot of wealth during his initial years and so he shifted to a more film-centered city when I was 12. I had a lot of trouble settling into the new school because of bullying. There were two guys in my grade who daily used to make fun of me because of how I was dressed, my dad dressed me, and the limits were crossed when they accidentally pushed me down two stairs. My dad was called to the school but didn't meet the bullies or their parents because of his hectic schedule. My dad had always been there for me, but he wasn't able to be present much due to his hectic job, and so he decided to send me

back with my grandparents, at least till I was able to adjust to a new setting. My grandparents have been absolute angels and have raised me like I was their own child. My dad did come back on holidays and other family events, but that's all I saw of him for the next six years. So it is safe to say that I grew distant from him. I started to realize something was fishy when I heard my grandparents whisper about something that was related to my father. I was 15 during this. So I directly confronted them and asked about the issue, in hopes that it was about my dad

finally taking me back with him. That is when my grandparents told me that my dad had married this woman he met during the shooting of his show. They told me my dad and the woman, let's call her Lisa, eloped the day before and were going to visit us. I wasn't pleased with this because my dad started a new family after abandoning me, but because I didn't have any say, I pouted and waited for them to come. Lisa had a very off vibe from the moment she stepped inside my grandparents' home.

I could feel all her pretentious behavior of being very kind towards me but just for the sake of my dad. I was glad at that moment that I didn't live with my dad anymore. On talking further it was revealed that she was a divorcee with two kids, who had I might get to meet if I ever visited my dad's mansion. My dad did ask me if I wanted to leave with him because I was old enough now, but I outrightly denied it, feeling hurt and abandoned by him, and so they left. Later on, talking with my grandparents, I realized we all had the same instinct about her pretending to be nice. Anyway, that was over and I completed my education in my grandparents'

town. I worked extremely hard at school in order to get into a film school and was able to get into the best one, along with a few others, but the problem was that it was in the city where my dad and his family lived. I was happy on my own and was fine with my grandparents, but I feared that if I went to my preferred college, I would have to face restrictions from my dad. I have always had an interest in technical jobs at the set, basically camera work. Once my dad got to know that I had been selected in the best college in his city, he was ecstatic to have me back home. I did make it clear to him that if I stayed in the city, I didn't wish to be kept tabs on by him or his family at all times, to which he agreed. I was still doubtful, but on my grandparents' repeated requests,

I decided to join the course. My dad invited me to his home which at first, I denied. But on repeated insistence from both him and Lisa, I decided to give them a visit. When I reached my dad's mansion, by the looks of it, it didn't look like I ever lived there. The walls were full of pictures of Lisa with her kids and some of my dad. Dad looked pretty thin and pale, so I was concerned about him. My dad offered to pay my fee and asked me to stay at their place for as long as I wished, but I said no, as I didn't wish any pity funds from him. I applied for a student loan and got into the college dorm.

As I was about to leave in the afternoon, I met Lisa's kids, who were just back from their acting coaching classes. I got the biggest shock of my life when I realized they were the kids who had bullied me when I was young. I wanted to tell my dad about it, but to be honest, I didn't really know him or his response, so I called my grandparents and told them about this. They told me I had done the right thing by not telling this to my dad, because it had now been a few years to his and Lisa's marriage, and there was a good chance it might spoil my relationship with him. I obliged and talked to the bullies, James and Jake, both 20,

24M, for formality's sake and left as soon as I could. I had heard about the shenanigans of Jake and James from my grandparents. Apparently, their biological father was a rich businessman who didn't wish to leave his kids, but Lisa somehow decided to blame him for domestic violence and brought the kids into her new marriage. My dad didn't wish to have any more kids but agreed to it for Lisa. He had known Jake and James since they were 15 and they had never failed to remind my dad that they weren't his children. He used to provide them with everything he could afford, only for them to berate him to his face in front of their relatives, and these two were also a reason why I was

kept away from my dad. Lisa should have tried to calm things down and explain to them the new dynamics, but she couldn't care less about it all and it overall affected my dad. Their relationship has been dicey since the beginning, but after having me in the city, my dad finally felt he had someone he could trust. He had indirectly mentioned to me here and thereabout how his relationship with Lisa was. He said that she spends a good amount of the money he makes in the name of promoting her kids, which he feels isn't true. I didn't wish to interfere in their relationship, so I decided to stay quiet and listen to him rant. One thing I was sure of was that the marriage might fail soon. Over the period of my course, I used to visit my dad and his family on the

weekends. I didn't feel welcomed at their house, so I stopped after a while, but had to revisit as it was revealed soon after I joined college that my dad had cancer in the last stage, and had just a few years left because of how aggressive it was. It was difficult to see my father in pain, but what hurt more was how unhappy he was in his marriage. It was because of him Jake had gotten a short recurring role in a sitcom, but it was never like Lisa's kids treated him like a father figure. I could see how hard my dad tried to build a connection with them, only for them to treat him like an ATM, and what was more unfortunate was that Lisa never saw this as a problem. By the time my father was on his deathbed, Lisa had stopped visiting him in the hospital and rarely showed up.

My dad cried a lot to me during his final days, feeling abandoned by his wife and stepchildren, and although I wasn't very close to my dad, I still couldn't forget his pain of being alone. I also tried to talk to Lisa about looking after my father, but her very insensitive reply was that she would rather look after her future than wait for someone to become past. It is safe to say that she was the worst of humans I had ever met, and my dad passed away soon after I finished my course. Lisa was there at my father's wake for 15 minutes at max, when the big people of the industry showed up,

whereas her sons didn't even care to show faces for their stepdad. I had decided from that day on that I wasn't going to consider these people family, ever, and decided to head to another state to pursue my career in film. I was planning to leave a week after the wake but was summoned by Dad's lawyer to his mansion at the earliest. When I reached, I saw Lisa and her kids sitting there impatiently. Dad's lawyer told us that before passing away, he had declared his will and wished to give me almost 70% of his assets, including this mansion. He left 20% of his wealth for his parents, they were pretty well off already, and 10% plus a condo in the city for Lisa and her children.

He had also left a final message for me, apologizing to me for not being the father he wished to be. I got overwhelmed and emotional at all this, but the real shocker had come to Lisa and her kids. She gave me an angry look before leaving the mansion, enraged. I asked Dad's lawyer what the consequences of this could be, and he assured me that I had nothing to worry about as whatever those three plan on doing would definitely be illegal. I decided to cancel my plan of moving to another state as I had a home. home to myself now. I called Lisa soon after and asked to take all her and her kid stuff away

as this wasn't their home anymore. Lisa was obviously upset and asked why I was being so cruel to them after knowing what they were going through. I happily replied that I'd rather look at the future than my past and she cut the call after having a taste of her own medicine. I did get a few nasty texts from her for some days, but I enjoyed her being miserable after what she had done. I had left the mansion for the weekend to visit my grandparents and tell them what had gone down. They weren't as shocked as I was because they had suspected Lisa's intentions for a long time, but were glad that she was getting karma for treating their son like a broken thing during his last days. I had a good weekend with them and went back to the city, only to have my mansion's door

already opened. I suspected a burglary and called the cops and dad's lawyer. He was the only person I knew well enough, immediately. When the cops went in, they realized it was Lisa and her children who had broken into the house while I was gone. They were clearly acting stupid and mentioned their reason for breaking in was because this was their home and no one could kick them out. They also blamed Dad's lawyer for making a fake will in collaboration with me because there was no way Theo, Lisa's dear husband and James and Jake's father could do them so dirty and leave them with nothing. The cops were angry at this immature behavior and were ready to arrest them, but my dad's lawyer asked me to not send them to jail just yet because he had a better plan.

I suspected his intentions but still decided to listen to him, and asked the cops to not press charges just yet. Dad's lawyer took the cops aside and told them something, after which they left almost immediately. He invited me inside the house along with Lisa and her kids and asked us to wait for a few minutes while he left to bring something to show us. I was scared for my life left alone with them, but Lisa knew better than to get arrested for assault, so we sat and waited,

while those three kept berating me for fraud. Soon, Dad's lawyer showed up with a box in his hands. What he told us next was something no one had expected. So apparently, my dad had known for a while now that Lisa was cheating on him. When he started getting sick and her behavior changed towards him drastically, he talked to his lawyer, and in order to safeguard my interests for the future, added another point in the will. That the share he was going to give Lisa and her children could increase by 30 percent, taken from my share, given that she has been faithful to him for the rest of the time

he was alive, and this would happen only if Lisa consented to it. She immediately said yes and my dad's lawyer handed her the paper to sign in, consending to this arrangement. Lisa's face lit up hearing this, but it was all going to come crashing in a few seconds. It was also mentioned in this arrangement that if Lisa is found guilty of cheating with proof, then she would also end up losing the initial 10% she got. She signed the consent form irrespective, considering that there was no way any evidence against her could be gathered.

After everyone was clear with the arrangement, my dad's lawyer proceeded to take out a pen drive and a set of papers from that box. He handed the papers to me and played the videos on his laptop. Apparently, my dad had secretly installed a CCTV in the living room to catch Lisa. Not only did it catch Lisa with another man in the house, but also recorded some intimate situations, which assured that she was indeed cheating on my dad during their marriage. The papers he handed me were some pictures of Lisa with the guys she was cheating on my dad

with. I know this sounds like the plot of a good TV show, but I guess Dad had learned a lot from his career. Since Lisa had now signed the papers that she would get nothing, her face turned pale realizing what she had done. She immediately began throwing a hissy fit, that this was unfair to her and her children and that she should have been told about the proof being present. My dad's lawyer reminded her that even this conversation where the clear rules of the will were stated had been recorded in the CCTV camera right behind her and that she should now go and pack her stuff to leave the condo she was given soon.

James handled his mother and left with her because they knew they were stuck now. My dad's lawyer before leaving, asked me to be prepared for a court case and get the locks changed as soon as possible to avoid further breaking in. I listened to his advice and immediately called my grandparents, telling them about how dramatic everything had turned out to be. My grandparents decided to come stay with me for the next few days to ensure my safety. Update 1, I am adding this update after two days to the actual incident. So as my dad's lawyer had expected, Lisa with her kids went to their lawyer and they decided

to sue me for a larger share in the inheritance on the grounds that she was deceived into signing the contract and didn't believe the will was written by my dad, but was signed by him under force. To be honest, I don't know how she is planning to prove these exaggerated claims right, but my dad's lawyer has assured me that the case is still in our favor, so practically there is nothing to worry about. After messing with me, Lisa decided to go to my grandparents in order to convince them to be on her side and support her having a better share of the inheritance for her and her children. When they decided to shun her off as well, she went ahead and started gaslighting them into

thinking that they were given the lesser share in their own son's property because it was indeed my plan. My grandma believed her for once, but my grandpa always stood by me and all her hard work was washed away once I talked with both my grandparents asking them if they wanted the mansion for themselves. Lisa did threaten me after that in a voice call and I filed for a restraining order on the basis of that, which I very well received. Now, no one other than my immediate family, and now Reddit, knew about this fight for the inheritance because the matter was going legal soon, but my very smart stepmother Lisa decided to go to the film fraternity and cry Wolf about her dead husband, that he was pressuring her to give everything to me after his demise.

And now we have plotted the will in an attempt to leave her astray. A lot of people knew my father and what a nice man he was, so they called her bluff and asked her to get checked. Some others questioned her because she was in a good enough job too, so why was she crying about the money? Basically, her plan to garner sympathy backfired pretty nicely, with Jake losing the job he had gotten because of my dad, as the production company didn't wish to associate with someone this controversial. One bad thing that happened during all this was that local media tabloids picked up the news and had now been bothering me and my grandparents for a comment on this. My dad's lawyer has asked us to stay away from the negative attention as much as we can,

but it is getting difficult with each passing day. Update 2, hey again, it's been a few more days, and, unfortunately, things have only gotten more complicated. I didn't expect this, but Lisa has somehow found new ways to escalate the situation. After she lost credibility with the film industry and Jake lost his job, I thought Lisa would back off, at least for a while. But of course, I was wrong. She's doubled down on her efforts, and this time, she's not only targeting me but also going after my friends and other family members, spreading lies, and trying to isolate me from anyone who could be a support system. The first incident happened when my dad's lawyer received a letter from Lisa's legal team,

claiming that I was emotionally unfit to manage the estate. Her argument was that I was still grieving and in no state to handle the complexities of the inheritance. It felt like a low blow, trying to use my grief as a weapon against me, especially considering how hard I've been working to manage everything. What's worse, Lisa also claimed that I had a history of mental health issues and wasn't capable of making rational decisions. The letter even included a few names of family friends she had apparently spoken to who were concerned about my well-being.

I have no idea how she convinced these people to support her claims. Some of them were people I hadn't even spoken to in years, but it was clear Lisa was trying to make me seem unstable. I spoke to my dad's lawyer about this latest development, and he reassured me that it was just another desperate attempt by Lisa to get her way. He reminded me that we had evidently that we had evident of my ability to manage the estate and that her claims wouldn't hold up in court. Still, the fact that she was willing to go this far showed how determined she was to keep pushing.

I also found out through mutual acquaintances that Lisa has been reaching out to some of my dad's former business partners, attempting to turn them against me. She's trying to damage my reputation, making it seem like I'm incapable of continuing my dad's work. Fortunately, most of them knew my father well enough to dismiss her claims. The final straw came just yesterday when my car was vandalized. Someone keyed the side of it and left a nasty note on the windshield that said, Karma's coming for you. I can't prove it was Lisa, but it feels like something she would do,

especially considering the timing and everything else going on. I filed a police report, but without evidence, there's not much they can do. Still, it left me rattled. The whole thing is escalating beyond just legal battles and manipulation. it's turning into outright harassment. I've spoken with my lawyer about all of this, and we're preparing to bring up the restraining order again in court, along with the harassment and defamation.

At this point, I'm not just trying to defend myself legally, I'm trying to protect my sanity and peace of mind. Every time I think Lisa has hit rock bottom, she finds a new way to drag me back into the chaos. It feels like I can't escape her grasp no matter how hard I try. I also had a long talk with my grandparents, who have been my rock through all of this. They're just as fed up with Lisa as I am, and my grandpa even suggested that I sell the mansion, move somewhere far away, and start fresh.

I have to admit, it's tempting. The idea of leaving all this behind and building a new life where Lisa can't touch me sounds like a dream. But at the same time, this was my dad's home. Update 3. It's been a whirlwind of events since my life. my last update, but things have finally reached a turning point. Lisa was officially taken to court, and let's just say, things did not go the way she hoped. After months of dragging this mess through the threats of legal battles, the court ruled in my favor, completely shutting down her claims about being deceived into signing the will and alleging that my dad was coerced.

It was clear that Lisa and her lawyer were grasping at straws, trying to make a case out of nothing. When the judge handed down the verdict, you could see the shock on Lisa's face. She had spent all this time convinced that she could manipulate the system, just like she tried to manipulate everyone else, but it didn't work. What happened next was even more chaotic. After the court hearing, there was an intense confrontation between Lisa and her sons, Jake and James, in the courthouse hallway. I didn't hear everything, but from what I could gather, her sons were furious with her

for losing the case. Apparently, they had assumed they would come out of it with a better deal, and when it became clear that Lisa's lies had led them down a dead end, they weren't happy. There was a lot of yelling, and at one point, Jake stormed out of the building, leaving Lisa and James behind. James followed shortly after, and from what I could tell, they weren't exactly on speaking terms anymore. Later that evening, I got an unexpected phone call from Jake. He apologized for how things had turned out and admitted that he and his brother had been blind to what their mother was doing. He even went so far as to say that Lisa had manipulated them for years, making them believe that my dad was the bad guy when, in reality, she was the one who caused all the problems in the family. He asked if we could meet up to talk things over, but honestly, I wasn't interested.

I had no desire to get involved with them after everything that had happened. I thanked him for the apology but made it clear that I wasn't interested in continuing any kind of relationship with them. I've been through too much at this point, and the last thing I need is to get dragged into more drama with Lisa or her sons. They made their choices, and now they have to live with the consequences. I told Jake that I wished them well but that it was best if we all moved on separately. Update 4, High Redditors, this will be the final update on the whole saga, as things have have now been sorted out. This update is for the people asking about my grandparents and how life has been for me. It's been a few months since the court case ended, and things have

finally settled down. After everything Lisa polled with the inheritance, the court's ruling was a relief. There was no sympathy left for her, not from me, not from her own sons, and certainly not from the wider public. She had tried to manipulate and lie her way into getting a bigger share of my dad's estate, but in the end, she had nothing but humiliation to show for it. After the court case, I released a short statement through my lawyer. I didn't want to get dragged into more drama, so I kept it simple. I said the will was legitimate and that the court had confirmed my father's wishes. I expressed how hurtful and unnecessary all of Lisa's actions had been, especially after everything my dad did for her and her kids. I made it clear that I had no intention of commenting

further on the matter and that I would focus on moving forward with my life. Since then, Lisa's situation has only gotten worse. Her attempts to get sympathy by playing the victim failed spectacularly. The industry my dad had helped her get into has pretty much turned its back on her. No one wants to work with someone who erred out their family's dirty laundry in such a manipulative way. Word got around about the lies she told and how she tried to twist everything to her advantage. The last I heard was that Jake and James cut ties with Lisa completely.

They moved out of the condo and haven't spoken to her since. I heard through some mutual acquaintances that they reached out to a few people in the industry for work, but no one wanted to take a chance on them after everything that had happened. It's sad, really, but I can't bring myself to feel bad for any of them. They stood by while Lisa made all these false claims and went along with her lies as for my grandparents. They've been nothing but supportive through all of this. After everything was finally settled, I offered them the mansion as a gift. They were hesitant at first, but eventually, they accepted.

I know my dad would have loved for them to have the house. It feels like the right thing to do, and honestly, it gives me some peace of mind knowing that the mansion is in good hands. They've already started talking about renovations, and updating a few things while keeping the heart of the home intact. It'll be their space now, and I'm happy for them. As for me, I'm moving on to a new chapter. A huge project came up overseas, and I'm taking it.

It's a big career opportunity, and it couldn't have come at a better time. After everything with Lisa, I realized I needed a fresh start. A change of scenery, new challenges, and a chance to focus on myself and my work away from the toxicity that's plagued me for the past few years. Before I leave, I've been spending a lot of time with my grandparents, helping them settle into the mansion making sure they're comfortable with everything. They've been my rock through all of this, and knowing they'll be living in the house that my dad loves so much is comforting.

It feels like a full-circle moment. I hope you enjoy this story. Mill was deceived of $70,000 by a fraudulent physician, attempted to market her residence valued at $500,000, and after we approached her she cast a spell on us and think her online lover is real. Mother-in-law lives in Lausa developing country in Asia, I was born there too, but left when I was ten months. Mill had fallen victim to romance scams in the past, but only losing maybe two to five K-USD. We knew she had in the past six months fallen for another romance scam, but didn't think it was serious. My wife has in the past four years

completely renovated her mother's house, new backyard, new additions to the house, even left her still relatively new car for her mother. My wife also sends her mom about $700 U.S. dollars a month for expenses, the same amount she sends to her father, and he says it's more than enough. Mill is not cash-rich, but has access to properties. We would then hear things like how Mill is very frugal, lives like a destitute person. Mill would constantly be asking my wife for advances in her allowance. Then we would hear from others that Mill told people that we had never sent her any money at all not even one dollar in an attempt to convince that person to lend her money. Then we start getting calls from village elders and family members that Mill is trying to pawn

properties for loans, some successfully. She has no intentions of paying these loans, for the papers we could get, they take the property after six months of backed payments. Mill thinks she will be living in the U.S. by the time the loans are due, and her great lover will pay off the loans. She's been able to pawn things that aren't even in her name. She has pawned in the past month, jewelry 10K, 4-acre plot 12K, real-value 50k, scooters, 1K, rental advance from a business property she owns 1-6th of 20k, my wife's car 3K, real value 15K. The roughly 50K she received from the loans, she's already given away to the scammers. She has also attempted to sell, but were stopped by officials, another four-acre plot 18K, real-value 100k, her own house in the capital,

right in the central business district 100K, real-value 500K, her one-sixth plot for family business property 50K, real value 250K. My wife's family is not used to confrontations, I think it's actually a cultural thing. So despite everyone knowing what needs to be done, no one is leading. So I guess I am. In three weeks, we will be landing in Laos. I will lead an intervention, around 10 people, victim impact statements, etc. I got my sister-in-law and Mill ex-husband to talk to the officials to make sure the second farm plot, own house and family business cannot be sold, as the village officials have to sign off on it. We will pay off the car loan and then sell the car.

We cannot get back the plot of land, without Mill helping, as she has the loan papers, and these loan people are shysters, so unless Mill is convinced she has been scammed, that plot is gone. If Mill comes to her senses, we will use the car money, and put in our money funds to buy back the land. We stopped sending Mill money last month, we pay her utility bills directly, and pay sister-in-law to buy groceries to put in her fridge. Issue with the house she's trying to sell is two of her daughters, and quite often one or two grandkids also live here. Losing the house will not just affect the mill. If you've read this far, holy, thank you. I need help with this intervention, I've never even done one before and need some guidance. We plan on taking her smartphone and

replacing with one of those brick Nokia's. I am expecting the intervention to last five to six hours. Also thinking of not letting her leave the house even for days or weeks until she gets it. If she doesn't wake up and realize what's happening and pawns the house she lives in, we will not help. I will not put up one 30K for this bats hit crazy lady and risk my own family's financial future. So this intervention, as serious as it may get, has to work or we will be cutting mill completely from our life. I guess what I am asking is, for those who have successfully got then family members to realize they were scammed, what did it?

How were you successful? How was the process like for someone this deep in? Edit, my wife just approached me with a solution that her sister looked at it. into. I think we're going to check Mill into a mental health addiction clinic. A hospital referred us to them. We have spoken with police who will take her to the clinic. Curious what people here think of this solution. Update 1, March 29th, 2025. I never thought there'd be a part two, because I didn't think there would be a point, but here goes. So the first few days we arrive in Laos, my mother-in-law has nowhere to be seen. On

Day three we get one of her friends to ask her to meet up casually. She says she can't, she's in another city for a funeral of her friend. We then figure she's hiding out in her country farmhouse an hour away. So now it's harder to get a lot of people in my planned intervention. Still, six people pack a van. Her brothers, her daughters, including my wife, and me. We head out. We park and one of her daughters approaches the farmhouse.

She calls out her mom, and her mom answers and tells us to go away. We surround the farmhouse and everything is locked. We keep telling her that we just want to talk, but we'll break down the doors if she doesn't unlock the doors. Mill refuses to answer. There are two doors inside, one is boarded up and impossible to get through, the other we use a crowbar to wedge open the door. We get through the lock, but this woman has also used coat hangers wrapped around the door

knob attached to something to keep us out. So now we spend ten minutes getting through that. We go through the house, and she's locked in the bedroom. So now we start to crowbar this door. As we do so, she's screaming that we're coming to kill her, great. We get in, and she's an absolute mess, hair all over the place, just general unkempt. Her older brother tries to talk to her, really, really calm. Like good guy, being nice, calm. He gets a punch from her. She's also a heavy-set woman, probably hurt a little, even if she's elderly. So I sit down, and I totally think I got this. Right? I've seen some screenshots of her phone that people have managed to take and was able to piece the possible story. So I lay it out to her, common enough romance scam. Scammer sends her something,

get stuck at customs, she sends money, but it's still stuck. Then story escalates to scammer coming to visit her, then is arrested and needs bail. Now it's her fault, and she needs to send money to bail him out. It's okay, though, when he's out, he will pay whatever cost she incurred, and they'll fly away to another country and live happily ever after. I spend three hours over logic and reason, like why can't this guy call him embassy if he's stuck? She doesn't say a word. She doesn't say a word, but does look at me when I talk. Finally at hour five, as everyone is tired and giving up. I give her a hug and she absolutely breaks. She starts crying, telling us she believes us. Everyone hugs each other, which does not happen in this country. People are crying. I am like, yeah, I got this.

She wants to spend another night at the farm though, I get that, she's lost someone. This lover that no longer exists and who never loved her, needs to grieve. I ask for her phone, but she doesn't want to give it that night. She will give it tomorrow, but promises to not contact the scammers. Everyone leaves in good spirits. People seem happy and dinner is had. Next day, mother-in-law returns. I see her for maybe five minutes. Everyone seems good. I decide to go the route of starting on the family recover part, then a few days later go for the financial part. We are staying in a hotel, not with my Mill. So next day, small family dinner is had, people are happy to have their mother back.

Two days later, bigger family dinner, Mill seems happy, she agrees to talk about the financial part the next day. This whole time, I did not get that phone back from her. I was so focused on getting the family part back. Mistake At the table sit myself, Mill and her daughters. I start with a simple, you. you do still believe us and not this scammer Kevin right? She replies with I don't know what you're

talking about. There was never a Kevin. So yep, she's still talking to the scammer. Now everyone is pissed. One of her daughters throws photocopid text conversations between her and the scammer while yelling at her mom. Oh yes, that Kevin. I can't believe this shit is happening. I try to keep everyone calm, but everyone is upset. What's crazy is that she seems to realize it's a scam, but at the same time still believes the scammer. We asked for property titles, so she can't pawn or sell things and we can recover some things but she only gives us partial actual documents or photocopies. Everyone is more pissed.

She keeps denying having any loan papers that the loan sharks kept them all. We don't believe it. She takes out her phone. and starts to go through it to find one of her loan contacts. My wife decides this is it and lunges at her mother for the phone. My wife may be slim, but she's active at the gym, and I, of course, I naturally have to go at it too. So now three people wrestling over the phone, which we do manage to take. My wife quickly goes over conversations from the scammer and loan sharks. My wife reads aloud the messages and confirms that it was the same scam story

that we thought. At this point, everyone seems calm. Mother-in-law seems resigned to the fact that we now have her phone and going through it. The rest of the family is bewildered at how obviously fake the lies and images that the scammer sent to her were, though, but no one is yelling at her. The scammer is apparently an American, head of medicine at some Boston hospital. Of course. Why wouldn't a 40-something head of medicine want my elderly, nearly obese mill? At one point, My wife sees that my mill asks the scammer why he didn't go to the embassy for help. Scammer said that there were no embassy from his county where he was being held. We questioned the mill, but she's not really talking much, but finally says he's in Germany.

Everyone is still calm though. I show my mill that there is in U.S. embassy in Germany, a half-dozen consulates, dozens of offices. She replied that she's going to have to let Kevin know about these options that he didn't about. She still believes this dude. I show her that the plane tickets they sent to show he had a jet-set life didn't exist. The images were so ridiculously fake that anyone could Google and see why. A non-stop ticket from Kazanstan to Tennessee on UA 134. Everyone is still trying to convince her and calm though.

My wife scrolls to the lone sharks. Financially, we are mostly where we think we are. she has managed to pawn the country farmhouse. We didn't think she could because her ex-husband is on the title, and he did not agree to that. People are furious, and I am tired of holding them back. They verbally lay it on her. We put down on paper what the debt is, and I don't think she flinched. We did when we totaled it. Seventy K for properties and items worth 350K we try for two hours to talk cents into her, but she's still fully committed to believing the scammers. There is just one property left not pawned.

The one in the we're currently in, the one that only has her name, but is actually her ex-husband's childhood house. Everyone leaves frustrated. My wife and I tell her that she would never see us again. She asks for her phone back, our reply wasn't very nice. My wife worries her mother is going to commit suicide, she doesn't. Next day, we meet up with the father-in-law, whom I always thought was a stand-up guy. Everyone thought he would be upset, but he was just disappointed. He goes on to explain that he

removed his name from the house title and the Capitol because he didn't want his children or grandchildren to think he would try to kick them out in any way, as his ex-wife had repeated said it was something he would do. He was in tears, and said he just wanted good things for his family. We agree to meet up again the next day to start a plan to get the police to arrest mill for selling the farm property that Phil did have his name on the title. wife goes through the phone and we get an even clearer picture. Turns out those loan shysters weren't nearly actually as bad as we thought, even the one that accepted a property as collateral knowing that Phil wasn't involved.

There were two main loaners, each loan to them started typical enough for the two properties, but then Mill started asking to see if they would take a loan for the house and the capital. Both said no, stated that they didn't want any of the properties, they just wanted the interest from the loans. They started questioning if she was being scammed, telling her to talk to her family. She kept it telling them she was fine. They kept insisting she gets her family involved. She said her family was why she didn't have anything and needed the loans.

We call the lone people, they seem amicable and actually concerned for Mill. One only wanted the principal back, the other seemed willing to accept the principal and a month's interest instead of everything's that's accrued. My wife asks me if I remember the jewelry gifts we got for our wedding, I replied that I didn't until she mentioned it now. Good, then you won't miss them. Next day, my wife plans to pay the loan to get her car back. There's already a buyer.

The sale of the car, and the jewelry is enough to cover not everything, but at least the two farm properties. I guess I shouldn't be annoyed at losing the jewelry, definitely annoyed at Mill though. Sure enough, midday, we get a text message from the scammer on my Mill's phone, which we have, asking why he's getting texts from another number claiming to be My Mill, and that is the new number to call. We throw a few curveballs at the scammer, but yep. Mill had a backup phone, which explains why she wasn't wrestling us back for the phone,

and is retalking to the scammers. Yay! Two hours after this, my sister-in-law puts her phone up to show me and my wife a live scene from the security cameras at the house. So a lot of people in this country still believes in animalism and spirits, etc. Conversations goes like this. Still, she's opening up all the windows in the house. Wife, that nasty bitch. Yep, she's got them all opened. She's got some incense now. She's lighting them outside the house and waving them. Oh, fuck her, I am so out of her life. What kind of mother does that?

Me, scratching my head, what's going on? She just wished all the evil in the world to come to you and your wife. Oh, wonderful. Thank you for reading my rant. Well, we're here for another week, let's see what crazy shit happens now. Hoping my mill does get arrested, I think it's likely but maybe not before we leave. If you guys actually read this all the way through, and the next part is interesting, I'll put it up. Comments where Op has replied, commenter, the picture you paint is one of a person who is not mentally well.

She needs medical intervention. Oop, that is the picture we get as well. I have suggested this to the family before. They declined it, seems a good idea to suggest it again. Edit. NM, I recall now why they declined. Mental health treatment is non-existent here. The one place that would take her is for drug rehab,

and it's pretty grim. Mini update in comments, March 30th, 2025. Commenter, I would not bail her out of her loans with your money. She'll just do it again with the same scammer or a different scammer. I would move on with your life and stay out of hers. Boop, the deed for the farm, that has my father-in-law as well on it, will be transferred entirely to my fill. Apparently, this can be done without mill consent as long as officials agree,

and it looks like this will agree. Other farm that is entirely in Mill's name will hopefully be transferred to my wife eventually, as she is the one who actually paid for it, but we need Mill to agree. Seems she won't agree any time soon. However, we actually get to keep the title from the loaner after the debt is paid. So she won't be able to anything without the title. As for the house and the capital, Phil's childhood home, Phil, along with the entire family, will be meeting with officials to have the title change to be only under Phil's name.

Plan is going to get Mill arrested and put away until she regains her senses. Can't believe it's come to that, but I don't see any to get her to her senses. Apparently, she's throwing garbage all over the house. Unplugging laundry if someone is using the machine, just making the lives of her daughters still they're miserable. The whole time screaming at whoever is there that soon she will have everything, and we will see she's right. I had previously told the daughters to go easy on the mom, but today I told her

them to go at it if they want. These are not defenseless women, they've just been holding back. She's going to be put away it seems one way or another. Update 2, April 11, 2025. This update isn't as exciting as the previous update where we were breaking down doors with crowbars and my mill putting a hex on us, but that's probably a good thing. I pushed getting her arrested, but apparently in Laos it's not that simple. You have to go to the village elder, they have to get the village police involved, and then an actual arrest can be made. I am not sure if it really was this complicated, or if the family just didn't have the appetite for it. Of all the things she had pawned, we were interested in resolving four items that were

pawned or suspected to be. My wife's car, two farm plots and the house and the capital. We paid 3K to get the car back, which included the loan and interest. We then sold the car. My wife also sold the wedding jewelry we received many years ago. This together with the proceeds of the car was enough for us to pay back the loan and interest for the two farm plots. The papers were all signed in front of village officials. We had no idea where the deed to the house and the capital was, turns out of the loan people had the deed all along. My mill was so desperate for money that she offered to take 5K for a house worth $500,000. US dollars. The loaner declined, but held on to the deed, which was given back to us. The laws and

lows don't make any sense to me, and I am not sure how we're able to do the things we did after. The first farm plot is six acres, and co-owned by Mill and ex-husband. Mill managed to pawn the property without her ex-husband knowing. So now we are going by the official judgment from their divorce. 1.5 acres will be given to Mill, but title will be given to one of her daughters to hold. The second farm plot is five acres, it was 100% in Mill's name, but was paid for by my wife years ago. Title will now be transferred to my wife. As for the house and the capital, it 100% in my Mill's name even though it was my Phil's childhood home. This was because she had repeatedly accused him of in the future selling the house and leaving the grandkids with no place to go.

Funny how it was actually the opposite. We're working on putting Phil back on the title. while one of my wife's sister holds on to the title. My wife used to give her mother a $500 to $600 monthly stipend, but stopped a few months ago. She has told her sisters that she will still help pay for utilities and putting groceries in her mother's fridge. Wife's niece and nephews also use the house. We have to pay utilities directly now, as the lights were just turned off recently because Mill didn't pay utilities for four months.

However, we have cut off all contact with Mill. she won't see our son again either, and she has numerous photos of him in her house. We knew she had promised the scammers to get him money in April, so we tried to get ahead of that. She traveled to Thailand to ask some relatives for money, but we told them ahead of time not to give any money. In the end, she begged them for bags of rice to take home, which they gave. She also recently went to visit her son to ask him for money, he wasn't home, so she asked for five dollars from her daughter-in-law's mother. She's going to several friends, asking for financial help, telling them that her kids abandoned her. So now we have to call those people and tell them

that Mill has been scammed, but we still put food in the fridge. Mill still believes the scammers, she wants to desperately believe she did not give the scammers our final tally of 70K, she really wants to believe her lover is real. She has nothing left to pawn now since we have all the documents. I can only hope that within six months the scammers will stop talking to her once they realize she has nothing left and maybe she will come to her senses. It's been exhausting, but I am glad we were able to get all three property titles back so at least Mill and niece and nephews don't end on the street. I was born in Laos too, but left when I wasn't even one years old, but I get the culture. We had planned a five-week trip, but spent almost four weeks

cleaning up this scam mess. The whole point of the trip prior to realizing my mill was being scammed was to do a baby blessing ceremony, to be attended by hundreds of people, it's a very wholesome positive event, something my wife has been looking forward to for a year. We didn't do it since there was so much bad energy. It wasn't until we flew to Bangkok for a few days that we felt we were on vacation. My wife used to fly back to Laos once a year, sometimes twice, she's made it very clear she won't be going back for a while. I hope you enjoy this story. Dill overheard my confidential conversation regarding our estate plans, and insisted on a share

for her children from a prior relationship. She is now using the threat of withholding access to our grandchildren unless we comply with her demands. Give in. Hello, everybody. I am 66F, and I have been married to my husband, 68M, for over 40 years. We have a 40-year-old son together and he recently got married to our daughter-in-law, whom we will call Janet. Janet is also in her 40s and she met my son through work a couple of years ago.

They had been dating for three years and about six months ago, they finally got married after a year-long engagement. Now, my son has been married before. I even have two grandkids, a 16-year-old grandson and a 14-year-old granddaughter. Unfortunately, my son's ex-wife passed away a few months. months after my granddaughter was born. She had a lot of health issues anyway, and it had been advised that she not go through with a second pregnancy, but she chose to have my granddaughter anyway and unfortunately, she couldn't survive for longer because her health was failing. That was a long time ago and we had made our peace with it. But my son didn't date anybody for a

really long time after his first wife passed away, and I could understand why. They were really in love, and he was extremely happy with her. To have all that taken away at such a young age, couldn't have been easy for the poor boy. But he was still very good for all of us and his children and made sure that he was there for them at all points of time. Sure, he had helped from us, but he made sure to always show up for his kids and just was an overall great dad. The first time that my husband and I saw him with Janet, we felt like he was finally going to be happy again. There is something about the way he was acting with her that made us hopeful that he would finally be happy with her and have a complete family again.

Of course, we were aware that nobody would ever be able to replace his first wife, but for so long, he had just been content with life. When he introduced us to Janet for the first time, she seemed shy and introverted and didn't talk much. But she seemed like a good woman, and just like my son, she had also been married before and had three kids of her own. She had a 15-year-old twin girl and a 13-year-old son. But her ex-husband was still very much involved in their kids' lives and they had been co-parenting for almost ten years, since their divorce. Apparently, they got married, really young, but quickly figured out that they were not

meant to be with each other and were just not compatible so they called it quits soon after her youngest son was born. I had met her kids as well and I don't mean to sound rude but her kids were not nearly as well behaved as they should have been. They were all quite unruly and had no manners at all when I met them, and they seemed to not respect anybody at all, not even their mother. Suffice it to say, it was not a nice first meeting, and they did not leave a good impression on us, but they were not my grandkids, so it didn't matter to me how they behaved. I was just glad that my son's kids were not like that.

Janet's kids would only spend the weekends at my son's house and I was worried that my grandkids might pick Janet's kids were really disrespectful and disobedient, and there was no need for them to become like them. It's not like I had anything against her or her kids personally, I just didn't think they were good influences on the family. For instance, her younger son had already started smoking and we had even caught him a couple of times, but she just said that he would grow out of that habit. And her daughters were really mean and were constantly cussing when they spoke, even when it was their mother that they were talking to. It might sound really traditional and kind of old-fashioned, but I don't think it was nice.

I had advised Janet several times to talk to her kids about this and reprimand them, but she had a different approach and believe that if she just let them be, they would grow out of these habits, eventually on their own. Honestly, I didn't see that happening, and I really believe that parents, at some point, have to intervene to make the kids better. But at the end of the day, these were her kids and I couldn't tell her what to do. But I think she didn't like the fact that I was trying to advise her and the kind of soured things between us.

So we hadn't been on good terms for a really long time and even at the wedding, she had been cold towards me and my husband. My son did pick up on it and asked me about it several times, and I told him why I thought she was being cold towards us, but it was anybody's guess. And apparently, when he had talked to her about it, she had said that she was being perfectly normal with us, and she didn't have anything against us.

Even though her behavior very clearly reflected the exact opposite. But my husband and I are quite old and did not have time for such silly mind games and ego classes. We just wanted to quietly spend time with our loved ones and that was it. We did not want to get involved in whatever drama Janet was building up in her own head, so I told my son not to worry about our relationship and just to focus on his marriage. If Janet didn't like us, we would just stay out of her way. It was very simple for us because we didn't want to complicate things and we decided that

whenever we wanted to meet our son or our grandkids, we were just going to call in advance and tell them that we were coming over and in case Janet was at home, we would do our very best to stay out of way and only speak to her if she wanted to talk to us. Other than that, we would have no extra interactions and we were fine with that. She kept to herself and we kept to ourselves. But then, about two weeks ago, Janet invited us over to their house and said that she wanted to discuss something very important with us. Now this was weird because my son was not at home at the time.

He was away on a business trip and I couldn't imagine Janet having anything to say to us in his absence. Even our grandkids were spending the weekend with their friends, so it was just going to be my husband and I and Janet. She said that this is going to be a private conversation so she would appreciate it if we didn't talk to my son about it. We figured that she was probably building up to a surprise or something, so we went over to her place, not having any idea about what she was going to tell us. Once we were there, we made some small talk and it was relatively pleasant. However, after we had talked for about 15 minutes, she came straight to the point and stopped beating around the bush. She told us that she had invited us over because she wanted to discuss the inheritance

since she had recently heard my son and I discussing it over the phone. And she was right, just a couple of days before he left for the business trip, we were talking on the phone and I had told him that my husband and I wanted to review our will because we wanted to make a couple of changes and add some assets and properties that we wanted to specifically leave to certain people, including my son and my grandkids. So we had been discussing that and he had told me that he was going to put me in touch with his lawyer to review everything because the lawyer that my husband and I had for the past couple of years had moved away to spend more time with his children and had retired so he wasn't practicing anymore and we needed somebody. I guess that's the conversation

that Janet had overheard and invited us over to discuss it. I thought that she was going to tell us that she wanted to be included in the will, and I was already mentally prepared to tell her no because I wasn't going to leave anything to her. I was going to leave whatever I wanted to my son, and if you wanted to split it with her, that would be his choice. But it wasn't as though my husband and I were close to Janet, so we didn't see any reason for us to leave anything to her specifically. However, she went a different way altogether and told us that she had been thinking about it for a while and had come to the conclusion that she just had to tell us what my son allegedly felt about all of this. I had been expecting her to talk about herself, but when she

dragged my son into it, I was really put off because on the phone call, my son didn't sound like he disagreed with anything and he had already known the content of my bill for a long time. He hadn't mentioned any changes that he wanted to make and neither had he asked me anything about it so I didn't know what Janet was talking about. She went on to tell me that apparently, after that conversation with me, my son had told her that he was not satisfied with the contents of my will. He wanted to talk to me about the inheritance, but he couldn't bring himself to do so without sounding ungrateful. And that's where she came in, he had told her to talk to us about it before he left for the trip and had come up with a bunch of conditions. Janet went on to tell us that

we would not be allowed to see our grandkids anymore unless we changed our will and included her kids as well. She said that she was going to have to take away our rights to see our grandkids if we didn't do as she said and made the necessary changes to include her family in the inheritance as well. She claimed that this is something that my son had told her to ask of us because he wanted everything to be fair, and leaving her kids out of the inheritance would not be fair. My husband and I were obviously baffled when we heard that because none of it made any sense. Firstly, Janet's kids were not even a part of our family, so I couldn't see any reason why they would be entitled to our money after we were gone. It would have been a different story if Janet or her children

had made any effort to get close to us or whatever, but that was not the case here so there was no reason for us to leave anything to them. They had their own grandparents and they could expect them to leave them something but expecting us to do the same was just absurd. And more importantly, I could hardly believe that my son would say something like this, and moreover, get Janet to talk to us about it. He was quite well aware of our strained relationship with Janet, and he had enough sense to not make her talk to us about something like this, something which is so sensitive and and personal. Also, our son is quite straightforward and honest with us, so we couldn't believe that he would get Janet to discuss this with us. I didn't buy that he had even told her to do

anything of the sort. But on the off chance that maybe she wasn't lying, I decided not to say anything to her or accuse her of anything at the moment and just agreed with whatever she was saying. My husband and I were equally confused, but he got the hint and played along with me. I just told her that we would think about it and let her know in a couple of days. She had obviously been expecting an answer, then there, because apparently our right to see our grandkids was at stake and she expected us to get serious. But it was really difficult to do so when she had made it very obvious that there was something fishy going on.

We had guessed in a couple of minutes that she was trying to do something here and we were not falling for any of it. So just to pacify her, we agreed with everything that she said and then went back home. As soon as we were at home, my husband, and I decided to call our son and talk to him about what just happened because we were really confused and would appreciate some clarity on this. As soon as I had told him, whatever Janet had told us, he sounded really alarmed and asked us if he had signed any documents or whatever, and we told him that no, we hadn't. Then, he told us that he had said nothing of the sort and he had been afraid that Janet would

try to do something like this, because after that conversation that we had on the phone, the other day that Janet had overheard, she had been hounding him to talk to us about the will. She had asked him that day itself if her kids were going to be included, and he had told her that they were not, which turned out to be a mistake. Because of that point forward, she started constantly nagging him to talk to us about it and fix it because she felt, for whatever reason, that her children were also entitled to be part of the inheritance. My husband and I are quite well off, and we have a considerable amount of money and assets that we are hoping to leave behind for our son and his children. But like I said, I don't think there's any reason that Janet should expect anything for herself or her children.

And the audacity to even expect that our son would talk to us about it and turn the tide in her favor was quite frankly, really absurd. On top of that, the fact that she had even attempted to go behind our sons back and talk to us about it and threaten us by saying that she would not allow us to see our grandkids again was simply ridiculous. I don't know why she expected that she could get away with it because we were obviously going to confront our son about it and get to the bottom of this because this was a pretty big deal, and there was no way that she could avoid being caught. More importantly, she had inadvertently tried to ruin our relationship with our son by lying about him and going behind his back, and that was simply not fine with us. After that phone call with our son, he told us that he was going to tell our grandkids to directly come back to our place without going back home after they were done hanging out with friends and stuff. and he said that we were supposed to let them stay with us until he had sorted all this out. We were fine with that. So, since that day, our grandkids had been living with us,

and our son is still trying to sort things out with Janet, which is not proving to be easy because she is stubborn about the fact that her kids are also entitled to the family inheritance. I still don't understand why she feels that way, but there's not much that I can do to help right now, apart from just taking care of my grandkids and keeping them out of trouble. And from what I have heard so far, things at my son's house are not really going well, because Janet is not being receptive to any of his attempts to talk to her.

From what he has told me so far, Janet has set an ultimatum for him and told him that he can either choose between keeping in touch with us or choosing her and his family. Or, he can take the third way out and somehow convince us to include her kids in the inheritance. What's interesting is that she herself said that she didn't want our son to talk to us anymore because we had insulted her by excluding her kids and treated her like an outsider in the family, but she's ready to take our money from us after we are gone. I guess our pride won't be taking a hit at that point. It's just all messy, and I just don't understand what to do about this.

My husband and I really feel responsible because my son's marriage is in shambles right now and even the grandkids don't seem happy about any of this. It's because my son is quite depressed. Every time he has come to visit us since the fight, he has been more and more upset and we feel really bad for him. My husband and I are beginning to feel like we might be the ones who fall for this because we are the ones who did not include Janet's kids, without thinking about her feelings. Maybe she is actually hurt and not just being greedy, I don't know.

But things have gone too far and my husband and I feel very bad about how things have turned out, especially me, since I feel like this is kind of my responsibility. I'd offer not including my son's wife's kids from her first marriage in our will. Update 1, Hello, Everybody. It has been great reading all the comments and I feel a lot better and relieved now, knowing that this was not my fault and Janet should have known better. It's been about two weeks since I made my original post here, and unfortunately, things have not improved between Janet and my son.

She is still putting up a fight against him and forcing him to either choose between us or convince us somehow to include her kids in the will. I think she is being extremely unfair and I desperately want to talk to her and give her a peace of my mind. But my son has forbidden me from speaking to her and I think it's for the better because if I do talk to her,

I am pretty sure that I will end up ruining their marriage forever. Because right now, I do not have the highest opinion of Janet. On the contrary, I might even have the lowest because what she is trying to do is disgusting. Because that's what she and her children are to us, for the most part. I just feel bad for my son because I know that he deserves better than this. Now I might sound like a stereotypical evil mother-in-law, but I know what I'm talking about. In this case, I don't think that I am the bad guy. I know that my son can do better and the only

reason he is still with Janet and has not left her yet is because he genuinely loves her. I appreciate that about him, that at least he is loyal to the people that he loves and is giving her a second chance to fix their marriage, but unfortunately, Janet is an idiot and is completely blowing it. She has the chance to make this work, but instead of trying to be a better person for my son, she's just sticking to whatever she says, and making things even worse. I personally don't think that there is any way out of this for them, apart from getting a divorce. But I'm not going to suggest it. My son has to come to that conclusion on his own. Update 2. Hello.

So after the last update, a lot of people have accused me of being a nightmare of a mother-in-law. To these people, I just want to ask why. I mean, after the things that I said, I had kind of been expecting it. Because even if you think your son should get a divorce, you should never really say it because then you immediately get branded as a bad mother-in-law who is obsessed with her son. But in my case, I really don't think that's the truth. I had given Janet and her children a chance to bond with us and build a relationship with us and maybe if they had tried to be nice to us, they would not be in this situation at all today.

But they didn't try to get along with us in the slightest and Janet went out of her way to avoid us. So why on earth would I be interested in building a relationship with a woman like this? I gave her a chance, but she didn't take it. If anything, that makes her a bad daughter-in-law. And not only is she bad at that, but she's also a terrible wife because she went behind her husband's back and tried to jeopardize his relationship with his parents. If that doesn't ring any warning bells for you guys, I don't even know what to say. All I'm saying is, I don't think it's fair to call me names and accuse me of trying to ruin my son's relationship with his wife. I don't need to try and do anything.

I think Janet is doing everything really well on her own. She has zero concern for his feelings and only cares about getting her kids to be part of the inheritance when we pass on. And I think that's pretty insulting itself as well because my husband and I, with God's grace, are pretty healthy right now, and even so, she seems obsessed with getting our wills changed according to her demands. Anyway, my point is that my son can do better and I am not going to feel sorry for saying it because my husband and I have raised our son with a lot of love and care and it really

hurts us to see him get treated this way and constantly feel like crap about it. In the last few weeks, I can't even remember a single time that he came over to visit us and the kids and he was actually happy. He has been really down in the dumps ever since the fight, but he is still trying to make it work. There is no way I'm the bad guy for saying that he deserves better because he really does. Things are still not going well between them. And the last time that our son came over to visit, three days ago, he finally said that he might start thinking about getting a divorce because he is finding it impossible to continue living with Janet. She is making it impossible for him, I would say. His kids are still living with us and have been going to school from our house,

so the commute is a bit longer than usual, but they are okay with it because they know what their father is going through. We are trying our best to keep everyone happy, but it's becoming really difficult because if our son isn't happy, there's very little we can do to make his kids happy. and we are very close-knit as a family. Say something is affecting one of us. It's eventually going to affect all of us and that's what's happening right now. None of us are finding it easy to be happy or put on a brave face right now because we know that there is a chance that this might end up becoming really ugly in the event of a divorce,

but we are trying our best to be brave and strong for our son, including his kids. We know that we are the source of each other's strength and right now, he needs us so we can't fall weak. But at least he is not going out of his way anymore for Janet and is facing the facts. He told us that Janet has been refusing to even talk to him for the last couple of days, saying that she's not going to say a word to him unless he decides to cut us off or he convinces us to include her children and consider them for the inheritance as well. The latter is obviously not going to happen and even my son knows it. At least not at this point, earlier I might have even considered it, but what she has done is just to do.

not okay. We are trying our best to be supportive, but honestly, my husband and I just want our son to file for a divorce already. He doesn't need to put up with all of this because even though he loves Janet, she has made it very clear that she has different priorities. So the fact that he has said the words that he wants to file for divorce and has been thinking about it is a big deal for us because it means that he is finally coming to terms with the fact that this marriage is going to end. Hopefully, this is going to end well, because so far, we have a lot of the way. We're We know that Janet is capable of being extremely selfish, and we just hope that she doesn't try to screw our son over.

Update 3. Hello, guys. It's been almost three weeks since my son first started fighting with Janet and a couple of days ago. He finally came to us and told us that he was filing for divorce, and he had already spoken to his lawyer about it. He had filed for divorce a couple of days ago and Janet was served today. Our son moved in with us and the kids, and we have all been living together in our house ever since he filed for divorce because the house that he and Janet used to live in is a joint

asset and he doesn't want to stay there, at least not until it is legally his. Honestly, my husband and I are really happy about it because it means that all of us are together under the same roof and as long as we are together, we can get through this. Our son also seems a lot happier now that he is living with us and we actually think that this might be a huge improvement for him. At least, he won't be spiraling into a depression because we will be here to help him out. Janet was awfully furious that our son had even dared to imagine getting divorced and has been calling him non-stop, trying to get to him, but he has muted all her notifications because he just doesn't want to talk to her, which I think is a good thing. He knows that he is in a very vulnerable state right now and if Janet tries to manipulate him, it will be very easy for her, because he still has feelings for her and she's definitely going to try and take advantage of it. So it's better to just stay out of her way and let her try to talk to him without any response.

Eventually, she's just going to give up and we know that this is over. Anyway, she's just trying to revive it because she never thought that he would leave her over this. I guess she was a little too overconfident and hadn't actually thought anything through. I'm pretty sure that she is used to getting her way, but I'm glad that my son has a spine and stood up for himself. Now, whatever happens, I know that my son is strong enough to get through all of this, and we are going to make it easier for him by being there for him to the best of our capacity. All we wanted for him was to be happy and now,

we are going to make sure that it happens. He has gone through enough, and Janet has put him through enough, no more. Right now, it's just us and our grandkids and it's going to be a little difficult to get through the divorce, but I'm hopeful for the future and I don't know, I just feel optimistic about everything right now. I hope you enjoy this story.

Hal has never had a partner and continues to face rejection from every lady he encounters, so I shared with him the harsh reality about why no one is interested in dating him, yet now he says I'm just jealous of his success. Yes, this is a long post, but it's a long story. Hear me out. My friend who I'll refer to as Nathan, 25M, has had horrible luck with women for a very long time. He does have a bright future ahead of him, though, in regards to career. He's just graduated college last year and is currently in law school.

However, he's been homeschooled his whole life, and does all his college courses in law school online, not in person, which leads me to this next point. He's never had a girlfriend, never been out on a successful date, is still a virgin and low-key doesn't have many friends in general either so his social skills are really underdeveloped. His only real socialization was with older people, parents, grandparents, fellow elder people, and me, met through family friends, so he was kind of raised very, sheltered and doesn't have anything in common with anyone his own age, let alone women his own age. To top that all off, he's been nothing but super focused on school and being the best student he can be so grades were his number one priority during his developmental years which there isn't anything wrong with that, however, he never took a break to live life or have any

experiences in life. Nathan has had multiple girls his family introduced him to starting in 2021 all the way till now and they've been trying to get them to give him a chance but they end up just not liking him. I really hate to not be on his side and support him through his constant rejections from multiple girls but it's gotten to a point where all these girls have the same complaints about him. Nathan's about five feet two inches and bodywise very skinny slash Petit built. He is also starting to bald and has no bodily strength whatsoever either. He starts shaking just from holding a grocery bag. I hate to sound rude but the truth is the truth. He is built like a little girl and has the hairline of a father of three. While I understand height can't be

changed and not necessarily his hair either, he can at least start working out and possibly add some weight slash muscle to give him some manly appearance so I mentioned him doing this with me in general conversation with him. Whenever I go to the gym, I tell him to come join me as a hobby or just to be my gym buddy. He declined numerous times and the one time he did go, he struggled lifting a 10 pounds weight so he stopped going. Okay, whatever. The way Nathan dresses is very grandpa vibes, tucks in shirt, dress pants slash slacks and dress shirts on an ordinary day, etc. I asked him why doesn't he dress more comfortable every day, like a jogging outfit, a hoodie, sun jeans slash sweats, and that he should wear sneakers instead of Freddie Benson

dress shoes every day. He doesn't think anything's wrong with how he dresses, and he wants to look professional since he's going to be an upcoming lawyer one day. I explained to him lawyers dress in suits and ties, not tucked in button-up flannels. And they also don't dress like that every day either, just when they're on the job. Sadly, he wasn't having it. Then it finally hit me, it's his damn personality, or the lack of it. See, I'm not trying to talk down on him, but if we're going to go by objective reality, he has the personality of a brick. I've seen with my own two eyes how he talks to girls, how he acts on dates, etc. He cannot make a conversation to save his life. He is not funny either, and has zero charisma.

He's a literal mute on all double dates and one-on-one dates he's been on, and it's so painfully awkward to watch. It's not like the girls aren't trying either. I've managed to get him dates, however, they go nowhere due to his sheer lack of confidence, personality, or interest. When he talks to a woman, it's like all that he knows how to talk about is just school. And if it's not school, it's just radio-south. silence. Or some shit that only boomers would understand or care about. I've also noticed how

every time him and I go out somewhere, and I'm not sure if it's due to his size, he is scared and flinches whenever people walk past us and he's always afraid that doing anything or going anywhere fun or interesting is too wild or dangerous for him, i.e. concerts, bars, amusement parks, etc. So I did it. He whined and whined, kept being full of bitterness, complaints and negativity, talking bad about women and saying they never want good men and they only want players or good-looking tall guys. So I ended up telling him straight out that the reason he doesn't get anywhere with girls is because he's a dork. I told him I don't care if he's a dork since I'm not the one dating him, but that girls crave excitement, fun, or at least someone they can talk to about anything

or have fun experiences with etc. I told him he refuses to change anything physically about himself, and to top it all if he won't even make himself at least interesting or fun to be around and he is completely dull. That is why he can't pull or keep. He then got mad at me and accused me of picking on him and making fun of him, and that I'm holding his life circumstances against him, no public schooling slash socialization, to which I told him I am not and I wish I was just saying nonsense, I am telling him the truth. I explained to him that his lack of social skills and appearance isn't necessarily his fault. However, if someone's giving you advice on what's stopping you from getting where you want to be and how to change it, you should take that advice and

quit complaining and just thinking everyone should accept you as your because newsflash. We all have flaws. I told him that if he wants get somewhere with girls and not have constant competition, then he needs to have something to make up for it. Because there are plenty of lawyers and future lawyers in the world and simply saying I graduated college isn't going to make somebody have a connection or attraction to you. He told me I'm jealous that he's getting somewhere in his life academically, and that other girls are the problem for not seeing his worth and future success and that if that's not enough for them to be with him, then they're the ones not good enough for him. I have not talked to him since then and I refuse to associate with someone who thinks I'm

jealous of them for giving them constructive criticism to a problem they constantly complain about. My dad is saying I'm right, but also that it's probably an insecurity on his part and I should apologize and try not to be too hard on him. I feel like I shouldn't be friends with somebody who can't ever see what's wrong with them or accept their flaws without crying about it and blaming others though because that's just plain toxic to me. Ada comments where Op has replied, is there any chances that Nathan could be autistic?

I'm NGL. I kind of had a feeling for a couple years that might have been his issue a especially since mental disabilities run in his family. His brother had down syndrome and passed away. But even then, most autistic people are already kind of aware that they're a little off from others and simply just need to be told what to do slash not to do in regards to social cues and they grasp onto it quickly. Also, I've met many autistic people who actually had a personality. My friend absolutely refuses to accept that he's kind of a weirdo and that he has none at all,

so I'm not sure where that's landing for him. Comment 1. NTA, like you said, it's not about his past, it's that he doesn't even want to attempt improving himself. Going to the gym doesn't even have to be about working out, it should be about learning to socialize. Maybe he needs to take an art class, yoga class, or something just so he can learn how to talk to people in general before he goes on dates. Oop, I've tried to introduce him to a lot of my friends, you know, so he can try to have a friend group. He failed numerous times to get along with them due to lack of anything in common or once again, not being able to make a conversation or even say something funny to at least break the ice. He also thinks they're all reckless, dangerous and bad influences because they go to parties and drink here and there.

They're literally 25 plus, so I'm not sure what's the big deal if they party or have a beer. Comment 2, NTA. But as unrelated practical advice, I think asking you, him to do things he knows he would not enjoy like concerts and bars is not helpful. I would encourage him to find and pursue time in a hobby he has any sort of potential interest in. Because then you can talk to other people who also pursue that hobby, which immediately gives you something to talk about. Usually it's not too hard to find a club or group for any potential hobby that exists. This is really helpful for people who are bad at holding conversations.

Oops, oh I've tried that, the thing is he has no hobbies or interests. He's just school, family, school, family and more school. I've recommended hobbies to him, like getting into cars, sports, even video games. All of it is unappealing to him so long as it's something fun and not something to do with being ultra-serious. Respectful and studying unfortunately. What kinds of things do Nathan like to talk about? He only likes to talk about boring things or things from hundreds of years ago, he'll talk about war, history facts, evolution slash Viking days, etc. when I say boomer shit, I mean he doesn't watch anything but the news, reads newspapers.

I didn't even know they still make them, and only talks about work slash school, plays bingo, and gets along only with elders, yes, those could be his hobbies, which I don't have an issue with or care that he's into them. It's just the point that the women I know would be into him and have these same interests, he's not into. He doesn't want a girl in his league. He wants the popular, beautiful, charming women with multiple better options than him, but they also have to be a virgin and have the demeanor of Mother Teresa at the same time. Then when they don't like him or have any of these same interests as him, or he finds out said woman doesn't exist, obviously, he gets all bitter and whiny.

I don't know if he was raised on Disney princess movies or something but dude doesn't want to live in reality. Update, I just wanted to say that I got in contact with Nathan and apologized to him for being too harsh towards him. I tried explaining to him that even though I was harsh, I was just frustrated and trying to help him since I figured he'd needed someone to be blunt with him, but it wasn't my intention to hurt his feelings or anything. I made sure to express that I do care about him as a person and just wanted to guide him since he. seemed lost in the world of dating. He didn't really accept my apology, told me that I'm on the path to being a broke, loser bum because I'm in a different field than him and he has decided that everything I told him was just out of jealousy and that he thinks. And I quote he has owed the highest form of respect for being a good man who is a future legal representative and since

I wasn't giving him that, that we should stop being friends. He also attempted to tell me that I should watch out from disrespecting him because in the future my life will be in his hands and he'll have the power to put me in jail. I assured him that jealousy and the highest form of respect definitely wasn't the case, LOL, but if that's how he feels then so be it. At least I know I tried and did my part. I also wanted to answer some questions I seen people leave under the OG post one. Yes, he is 5 feet 2 inches. Yes, he is very skinny and small. Every physical attribute I've mentioned and described as real. Some people thought I was over-exaggerating or just straight-up lying, but I am not. Two, for those asking how is he doing college-slash-law school online,

he was studying online classes at University of Florida. As for law school I know which one he is doing but I won't say for privacy purposes. Three, as for why he's been doing nothing but home slash online his whole life, it's because his parents are really over-protective of him. They were consistently worried about school shootings, kidnappers, etc., even to this day. 4. For those asking if his family's religious, yes they are. However mine is too, and many others, this has not stopped anyone from growing into a different or better person nor has it caused me or anyone I know, besides Nathan, to have a one-track mind. 5. For those asking if he is autistic, he isn't diagnosed so I don't want to say yes, but does he exhibit signs? of severe autism. Yes, yes he does. The lack of social slash self-awareness was a clear sign

for me, but I don't want to label him that if I'm wrong. Six. For those who mentioned how he plans to be a lawyer with no talking slash social skills, I mentioned this to him during our last conversation. I told him forget about women, and politely explained that he also needs to improve his communication and social skills if he plans to be a lawyer because without that he isn't going to make it very far. He told me he's got it all figured out and as long as he gets that degree, that's all he needs to be ultra successful in law. I told him that's not how it works and you quite literally have to be slightly manipulative and convincing in order to make a name for yourself because what good is your degree if you suck at actually performing your job?

He once again tried to tell me that I'm jealous and don't know what I'm talking about. So yeah, after all that I've accepted that our friendship is over and I'm not sure where he's going to land in the future, whether in regards to romantic relationships or his actual career. And I was also the only friend he had so I do wish him the best and hope life doesn't humble him to the point of no return. I don't think he's a bad person, just out of touch with reality, and I hope that doesn't backfire too harshly on him. Next story, wife told me she took the bus home from work, but my security camera caught her getting out of another man's car, and when I confronted her she kept changing her story before finally admitting it was her male co-worker.

A few months ago, I installed a security camera outside our front door primarily for safety, prompted by a shooting in our neighborhood. It wasn't installed out of suspicion towards my wife. About a week ago, my wife came home from work and casually mentioned taking public transit, which is a common mode of transport for her, along with occasional Uber rides if she works very late. I didn't think anything of it at the time. The next day, while reviewing the camera footage, I was looking to see if a package was dropped off, I saw the video of her arrival from the previous night. The camera captures our front door and part of the street. It showed her walking up to the door, pausing to look across the street, smiling and waving as a car pulled

away, and then entering the house. It strongly suggested she had been dropped off. I casually asked her if she had taken an Uber home the night before. She initially insisted she had taken transit. When I mentioned the camera footage, she shifted, suggesting maybe it was an Uber and she had forgotten. Sensing something was off, I jokingly asked if she typically waved goodbye to Uber drivers from our doorstep as they waited for her to get inside. This led to further hesitation before she finally admitted it was a co-worker, the co-worker is a man she has previously mentioned in passing when talking about work or a project she is involved in, who had dropped her off after they both worked late.

Naturally, I felt really off. Her story went from transit to maybe Uber I forgot to actually, a co-worker. I asked if that was the first time he drops her off, she said yes. I pointed out how unusual it seemed to forget being dropped off for the very first time by a co-worker, especially when it wasn't her usual routine. This is when she became defensive, accusing me of calling her a liar and claiming it was just an honest mistake due to being tired. While I tried to accept this, I couldn't shake the feeling that her reaction and multiple explanations were illogical. Unable to let it go, I reviewed the camera footage from the week prior.

What I discovered, she had been dropped off by the same car multiple times that week alone. Expanding my search to the past month's recordings, as they reset monthly, I found this scenario repeated two to three times a week. I also discovered instances where the same car picked her up in the morning, specifically on days when I had left for work early. I confronted her again, stating that the footage showed frequent occurrences of her being dropped off by the same car. She looked like a deer in headlights when I said that. She downplayed it again, saying it was just her co-worker, and I was making a big deal out of nothing. I explained that the hiding and lying about it were what was concerning,

not necessarily the act of being dropped off. Why the secrecy if it was innocent? She became defensive again, attempting to turn it back on me by suggesting my checking the footage was obsessive and paranoid. After an hour-long argument, she finally agreed that yeah, it was weird, I guess, that she hadn't mentioned it. I asked her directly if there was anything romantic or inappropriate going on with this co-worker. She denied it, calling me crazy. We have an open phone policy,

though I've never felt the need to use it until this point. I asked to see her phone, and she handed it over. I looked through messages and found nothing that seemed suspicious or indicative of an affair with this coworker. Despite this, I still have trouble believing her. Her initial lies, the shiftiness, the attempt to blame me for being suspicious, and the eventual half admission have eroded my trust. I also noticed that since the day I found out about the coworker dropping her off, the co-worker has completely stopped dropping her off or picking her up, based on the camera footage. To me, this looks like she warned him or tipped him off on my suspicions. Maybe even meeting further away from the house where the camera can't see. I can't let this go,

but I am also confused because, outside of this specific issue and her weird behavior when confronted, I haven't noticed the typical signs associated with infidelity. She isn't secretive with her phone, she hasn't become distant, and her general behavior hasn't changed in ways that would make me question her fidelity. We are both incredibly busy with demanding jobs and a three-year-old and one-year-old who keep us on our toes, which naturally limits our time together as a couple, but there hasn't been a shift in our dynamic that raised red flags before this. I feel like I'm going insane and I am really struggling to find a logical

explanation for this behavior that does not lead to the conclusion that she is cheating on me. I can't discuss this with friends without feeling like I am making her look bad. I'm turning to anonymous help, hoping for some perspective on whether my reaction is warranted or if I am letting paranoia take over. Update 1. This morning she had a later start to her day, this is not unusual, so I left for work before her. But after dropping the kids off at child care, instead of driving to work, I can, came back home and parked farther up the street to avoid being seen. When she eventually left the house, she walked up the street and turned on to the main road where she usually catches

public transit. I followed at a distance and saw her getting into his car that was parked there. Up until then, I had held on to a hope that she may have felt uncomfortable about these pick-ups slash drop-offs after our conversation, and that she might have found a way to politely end them. But now, seeing her deliberately walk around the corner to meet his car, out of view of our camera, has confirmed that at the very least, my wife is actively collaborating with another man to conceal their interactions from me, her husband. A faithful partner would never need to do something like this. I am heartbroken and shaking with rage, but I won't say anything to her.

I am going to hire a pie to find out the full extent of their relationship and then proceed from there. Thank you to everyone who offered their advice. Update 2, I wanted to share that I have confirmed the I waited outside her office building and saw her leave around 12.30 p.m. with him. They went across the street to get food, then drove to a nearby park and stayed in his car. They ate lunch and chatted, laughed, and made out. Not just kissed. They sat in a car and made out like fucking teenagers. I took a video. Then, they left and went back to work. I don't know how I stopped myself from approaching them and attacking them then and there.

The thought of doing something rash and losing my children is probably what stopped me. I am now home and struggling to process what I saw. I feel completely devastated and a profound sense of loss for our family, our children's sense of security, and my own self-worth. I have never felt so completely hopeless in my life before. I will keep it together and move forward for the sake of my children because they are innocent in all of this. I am currently contacting divorce attorneys and scheduling initial consultations. I do not plan to confront my wife about what I saw until I'm advised by an attorney. I will keep my distance until then.

The volume of responses and attention my posts have received is incredibly overwhelming. While I am grateful for the support, reading comments and different opinions while processing the betrayal is too much right now. At this moment, I am unable to make significant decisions and will rely on legal advice from an attorney to guide me through the next steps. Thank you to everyone who offered support and advice. I hope you enjoy this story.

My sibling shoved me towards the staircase during her gathering, claiming it was a lighthearted joke that resulted in my hospitalization. However, my guardians are warning me of dissonment if this behavior continues. I press charges I 28FM currently four months pregnant my husband Newton and I have been trying to conceive for the past two years and I'll be honest there were moments when we almost lost hope the weight felt endless but then almost when we least expected it we found out I was pregnant

this pregnancy means the world to us. Especially because we've had to overcome so many obstacles along the way we are absolutely overjoyed that we're finally going to welcome our first child into the world since I have suffered miscarriages before Newton and I decided that this time we wanted to be extra cautious for the sake of our emotional well-being we had chosen to keep the. Pregnancy is secret until we were absolutely certain that everything was progressing smoothly, we wanted to protect ourselves from the added heartache of having to publicly grieve if for any reason we lost this pregnancy too, so as of last week.

Neither my parents nor my younger sister L. knew that I was pregnant. It felt strange at times keeping them in the dark, but at the same time I just needed the space to process everything my family has always been the type to celebrate everything from big milestones to even the smallest of victories and honestly I love that about them. It makes every occasion feel extra special and we've built so many happy memories together over the years, however, for the past four months I've been a bit distant when it comes to attending family events I just needed more time for myself. Especially with the pregnancy being such an emotional journey last week though my younger sister Elle got promoted at work and she was beyond excited I was supposed to have her dream

wedding last year. But everything fell apart at the last moment it was the night before the wedding when her ex cheated on her with one of his co-workers during his bachelorette party the next day on the actual day of the wedding the groom didn't even have the decency to show up and talk to Elle instead one of his friends came to deliver the devastating news that he had decided to back out of the wedding entirely our entire family was shocked and the whole situation was incredibly embarrassing we had put so much into preparing for her big day and it was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of her life i was absolutely devastated completely heartbroken she had been so excited and full of hope for her.

Future with this man only to have it all shattered in such a cruel and public way after that Elle threw herself into her career. It was her way of coping her way of staying busy and distracted from the hurt. She's always been ambitious and hardworking. But after the wedding fiasco, her dedication to her job reached a new level, so now that she got promoted it was a huge milestone for her both personally and professionally. That's why she wanted to throw a celebration to mark the occasion and practically begged me to come.

She mentioned that she hadn't seen me in a while. and I could tell she really. Missed having me around my parents were also encouraging me to show up asking me repeatedly to attend and telling me how much it would mean to Elle I really didn't want to disappoint her especially since I hadn't been present at the last few family gatherings, so I finally agreed but the thing is I didn't want to steal the spotlight from Elle on her big. Night by showing up visibly pregnant and having the focus shift away from her achievement. That was the last thing I wanted I wanted her to have her moment and I didn't want to take away

any attention, but with the baby bump growing it was getting harder and harder to hide. Still, I thought I could manage it for one night I decided to wear a long. Flowy dress that would help conceal my midsection and I even went so far as to wear a shapewear to minimize the bump as much as possible. I was determined to keep the focus on Elle and her promotion when I showed up at Elle's party everything seemed to be going according to plan. No one suspected a thing and I breathed a little easier knowing that my efforts to hide my pregnancy were working my mom did make a comment though. She noticed that my face, and arms looked a bit chubbier than usual, but I had already thought about how to handle situations

like that. So I quickly joked back saying I'd just been eating a lot lately honestly. I was relieved that they were more inclined to think I was just gaining weight rather than suspecting the truth about my pregnancy that felt like the safer option for now as the night went on, I realized just how out of place I was feeling I'm not used to staying up late. Any more in the party seemed to be going on forever my husband Newton came straight from work to the party and was having a good time he did keep checking in on me from time to time to take time making sure I was okay. Which I appreciated meanwhile, Elle and the rest of my family were having the time of their lives. They were doing shots dancing in the backyard just really enjoying themselves.

It made me happy to see Elle so carefree and in high spirits. Especially after everything she's been through, but I started feeling queasy probably from all the oily food and the heat of the evening I decided I needed to get away from the loud music and the energetic dancing, so I slipped inside the house and found a quiet spot on the couch. All I really wanted at that point was to go back home, put my feet up. Maybe give myself a leg massage crawl into bed and read a bit on my Kindle. I close my eyes for just a second hoping to rest and gather myself. That's when my Aunt Mia sat down next to me and startled me awake. I hadn't even realized I dozed off. She offered me a glass of wine, but I shook my head

without giving any explanation she then commented on how my face was practically glowing all evening and then commented how I looked like I was pregnant I froze not knowing how to react. I tried to laugh at off feeling awkward and avoiding eye contact. But Aunt Mia is no fool her eyes widened in realization and before I knew it she asked me outright. Are you really pregnant? I panicked inside but tried to play it cool I shook my head hoping to distract her but Aunt Mia placed her hands on my stomach and her eyes lit up with absolute certainty she exclaimed. Oh my God, sweetheart. You are pregnant she laughed. She laughed. and pulled me into a hug I panicked a bit and whispered asking her almost pleading not to say anything

to anyone yet since I didn't think it was the right moment to announce but Aunt Mia brushed off my concerns she insisted that the family deserved to know such happy news and that everyone had been waiting so long for. This moment eagerly hoping for me to get pregnant I pointed out to her that this was Elle's night but Aunt Mia cradled my face in her hands smiled at me and reassured me that this was a family night since everyone had gathered together. It was the perfect time to share and asked me not to overthink it before I could stop her Aunt Mia got up and walked outside where everyone was still dancing and celebrating my heart dropped as I watched her Aunt Mia with all the enthusiasm in the world gathered everyone's attention she told them that

she had some big news to share and then without. Missing a beat she pointed directly at me and announced to everyone that I was pregnant for a brief moment there was silence as everyone took in what Aunt Mia had just said and then the entire party erupted my family rushed toward me surrounding me in a wave of hugs, cheers and congratulations, they were also overjoyed hugging me tightly with tears. In their eyes expressing how happy they were for me and Newton they had all known about my previous miscarriages. So they were understandably very ecstatic about this news my mom and dad were crying overcome with emotion people were hugging Newton too congratulating him and celebrating this new chapter

in our lives. This certainly wasn't how I wanted to announce my pregnancy I had envisioned a more intimate personal moment something quiet and special where I could tell my family when I felt ready. instead I had been thrust into the spotlight at a party that was supposed to be all about Elle, and that's when I noticed her standing off to the side, trying her best to smile. But clearly feeling out of place she wasn't joining in the celebration and was avoiding I contact with me, I felt a wave of guilt wash over me knowing that I had tried so hard to avoid exactly this kind of situation I walked up to her and told her how sorry I was that Aunt Mia revealed my pregnancy, Elle took a deep breath and asked why I hadn't.

Mentioned anything about my pregnancy before I explained that I had planned to announce it a few weeks later when I felt more comfortable and ready to share the news, but shook her head, pursed her lips and simply said whatever. I guess you got your wish her word stung and I was taken aback by her reaction. I tried to reason with her, but Elle didn't seem to be in the mood for a discussion she took a sip of her wine walked away and didn't pay any more attention to me the rest of the night was filled with overwhelming advice from family and friends about being a first time. Parent everyone seemed eager to share their tips and experiences, Elle, meanwhile, kept glaring at me from across the room as if all this was somehow my fault

her reaction made me feel even more uncomfortable and guilty at one point I felt the urgent need to use the bathroom I got up and headed toward the guest washroom. But it was full with my bladder feeling like it was about to burst I decided to go upstairs to use the main bedroom's washroom instead after I relieved myself I emerged from the bathroom and found Elle standing outside waiting for me. She seemed drunk I smiled awkwardly feeling the tension between us and tried to offer another apology. Elle didn't seem to soften at all instead she just rolled her eyes and asked, Are you really pregnant? Her tone was almost dismissive and there was an edge of skepticism in her

voice I looked at her holding my stomach instinctively and responded, of course, I am, why would I lie about it? Elle continued to say how this was all really suspicious when I had not even revealed the pregnancy to my mom, who I usually talked with every day her persistent questioning was starting to really irritate me. I tried to explain my reasons once again, hoping she'd understand that it had been my choice to keep it a secret than Elle in a tone that cut. Deeply said maybe this pregnancy will also end in miscarriage just like your previous ones. I was stunned by her insensitivity how could she say something so vile about my child? I yelled at her my voice trembling with a mix of hurt and anger. How dare you say something like that? I've apologized to you several times

tonight, but what you said was out of line my voice echoed with frustration Elle shot back expressing her bitterness about me stealing her spotlight. Especially after everything she had been through last year, I tried to remind her that I had been there for her through her heartbreak spending countless nights at her place helping her heal after her groom abandoned her, I would never intentionally overshadow her and if she was angry about how things turned out she should direct her frustration at. Aunt Mia who had outed me without my consent, L.

However, continued to blame me feeling utterly drained and fed up with the argument. I decided it was best to walk away and go back down. I needed some space and time to process everything hoping that Elle would calm down and we could address things later Elle was following me close behind as she kept repeating how I was being selfish and how I should have just let her have one night to herself. I ignored her but as I reached the stairway to go downstairs, I suddenly felt a forceful push from behind my eyes widened in shock as I stumbled struggling to regain my balance I managed to grab the railing trying to stop myself from falling but the momentum in my own weight

caused my knees to buckle I lost my footing and ended up falling. Head first down the stairs in a split second. My instincts took over I used my hands to protect my stomach trying to shield my baby from the impact. My body slammed down the stairs and the full weight of my fall pressed down on my wrists the fall was brutal. I felt an intense crack and sharp searing pain shoot through my hands. The pain was immediate and overwhelming and I cried out in agony as I lay there crumpled on the stairs the world around me seemed to blur the pain and my wrists was excruciating, but my primary concern was for the baby and whether the fall had caused any harm the commotion of my.

Fall and my cries for help quickly drew the attention of the rest of the family they rushed over in a panic their faces filled with concern and alarmed the room was suddenly chaotic as everyone tried to make sense of what had just happened. My husband immediately picked me up and brought me down the stairs I was in a lot of pain and kept repeating. That Elle had pushed me down the stairs. Everyone looked shocked, all eyes turned to Elle who was standing behind me looking guilty and silent.

My husband screamed at her as he confronted her about how she could push a pregnant woman down the stairs my mother visibly distressed rushed up the stairs and shook Elle's shoulders demanding to know if she had really pushed me Elle her face flushed and tearful whimpered and nodded in confirmation the realization hit my mother hard Elle then began to cry uncontrollably holding my mother saying she was drunk and didn't know what she was doing i was starting to lose consciousness the pain and shock overwhelming me through the haze i heard newton urgently calling 911 requesting an ambulance my vision was blurring and i could barely make out the concerned faces around me everything after that was a blur of sirens confusion and frantic activity when I finally

came to I found myself in a hospital room Newton was asleep in a chair beside my bed looking exhausted I woke him. Gently asking for some water as my throat was dry and parched as he helped me sip the water. I asked him what had happened after the fall he recounted how I had lost consciousness due to the pain and how the fracture in my wrist had required immediate medical attention the doctors had placed me in a cast and I would need to wear it for the next. for to six weeks while the bone healed my next question was about the baby Newton reassured me that the doctors had checked and our child was safe which brought a wave of relief I was glad to know

that our child was going to be okay Newton then filled me in on the chaos that had unfolded after the accident the family was apparently furious with Elle and had even tried to get her arrested however because I was unconscious the police had only been able to take statements from the witnesses and they still needed my official statement to press any charges Newton took my hands as he stressed how important it was for me to set aside my love for my sister and to report her actions he was firm, stating that there was no justification for her pushing me down the stairs especially in my condition. I shook my head still in disbelief the idea that I could have done something so harmful was almost impossible for me to grasp the pain

and my wrist was physical, but the emotional pain of realizing that my own sister could have acted out in such a. Way was almost too much to bear I told Newton that I wanted to speak to L first as I wanted to understand what had driven her to act so destructively I needed to hear from her directly to get some explanation or at least an apology Newton dialed her number and handed me his phone when my sister answered I asked her straightforwardly about why she did what she did L sighed heavily as if the words were difficult to get out before finally opening up honestly, I'm just so tired of you always being the center of attention in our family she said her voice laced with resentment you have a husband now you are pregnant you get to have everything in your

life but last night was supposed to be my night only yet as usual you showed up with your pregnancy announcement and hogged all the attention she paused for a moment before continuing her tone shifting defensively and pushing you down the stairs that was just a harmless prank. I didn't even think you were really pregnant at first I didn't mean for it to be such a big deal her words were shocking and hurtful I couldn't believe that she had decided to push me down the stairs essentially endangering my life just because she did not want to believe me before I could react I'll continue to say I've been through a lot with my. Failed engagement and for you to just show up and rub your happiness in my face was just too much

next time I am sure you will think twice before trying to overshadow me again. I was stunned by her explanation she had absolutely no remorse and was basically blaming me for her actions. She had not even once apologized my mother who had been listening. On the other end took the phone from Elle and asked me how I was doing I hadn't realized my parents were still there with my sister. I told her that my baby and I were doing fine and that I had to get a wrist fracture. My mom told me that she dad and I had stayed up all night at Elle's place after the party because they were all worried about me. I scoffed. And pointed out that they could have waited for me at the hospital rather than stay with my sister if they were so worried my mom

then told me how she and dad had been talking to Elle and both of them felt like she wasn't in the right state of mind since yesterday she urged me to not report my sister to the police as this was just a stupid drunk. Mistake despite what others are telling me I was stunned by my mother's plea why are you defending Elle when she hasn't even apologized to me? I asked trying to make sense of the situation my mom sighed heavily and explained that I was struggling with a lot right now, she mentioned that I had been crying nonstop since I had embarrassed her in front of everyone. I reminded my mom that the real issue was that I had pushed me down the stairs and they needed to focus on that first my mother. Started emphasizing how family is family and that fights like

this sometimes happened between sisters. She pointed out how I had never done this to me before which was true, but at the same time it did not excuse her behavior now. My mom commented that it was not worth pursuing charges over a wrist fracture and that she and dad would make sure this. Never happens again my frustration reached its peak. I firmly stated that before I called her I was a bit confused, however. After talking to Elle, my mind was made up and she needed to be taught a lesson my mom growing increasingly upset, warned me that filing charges could destroy Elle's career and beg me to reconsider I told her that I couldn't care less about anything at that moment in a final attempt to sway me.

My mother threatened that she and dad would disinherit me if I went through with pressing charges against Elle as this would be a permanent record on her and could affect her for the rest of her life. Her threat shocked me, but I decided not to back down after the phone call I went ahead and filed a case against my sister Ida for potentially destroying my sister's life, even though she has shown no remorse update one just wanted to update that my sister has finally been arrested my parents have been calling me and my husband nonstop. But we have silenced our phones, Newton is extremely upset by how my parents seem to be favoring my sister over me. Meanwhile, Newton's family and other relatives have reached out.

to offer their support and express their concern everyone agrees that pressing charges against my sister was the right decision after reading some of your comments I'm even. More worried about my baby's safety if I could push me down the stairs, I'm concerned she might also pose a threat to my baby in the future, hence I am planning to get a restraining order against her so that she cannot come near me or my family again update too. Hello fellow Redditors since my update last month my sister who was earlier charged with assault has just been sentenced her lawyer who my parents fully paid for was excellent and presented a strong

case since it's her first offense. She was given a probationary period the judge ordered Elle to cover my medical bills attend six months of mandatory counseling and have regular check-ins with the probation officer my parents are still furious with me. But are too intimidated to confront me after the backlash they've been receiving from the rest of the family I have openly admitted to everyone about how my parents wanted me to protect Elle by not pressing charges against her relatives from both my side and my husband's side have reached out to my parents and told them off my mom and dad continue to. Insist that Elle is going through mental struggles, but nobody thinks it's a valid excuse for what she

did to me I hope for Elle's sake my parents do take her to see a psychiatrist so she can get better following the sentencing I've applied for a restraining order to ensure she can't come near me or my family again for everyone asking if my sister was. Really always good to me while we were growing up or maybe I missed some signs honestly I'm not sure how to answer that yes. We had our usual disagreements and fought sometimes, but I never imagined she harbored such deep resentment towards me as her older sibling. I've always loved her deeply and never thought she was capable of pushing me down the stairs just out of spite, trust me. I am as shocked as the rest of you I guess it's true when they say it's often the people

closest to us who can end up betraying us Update 3. It's been five months since I last updated here me and Newton haven't seen or been in contact with Elle or my parents five days ago. I gave birth to my baby Newton and I have been discharged from the hospital and now we're doing our best to care for our newborn son last night just before we sat down for dinner. I heard a knock at the door when I opened it low and behold, it was my mother standing there on my doorstep I was completely taken aback. I did not expect to see her at all. I cautiously asked, what are you doing here? My husband stepped up beside me and stood protectively in front as he was as confused as me to see her on our doorstep. My mother immediately started gushing telling me how she had heard from some of the

relatives that I had given birth and she just had to come over to. Meet the baby her excitement seemed out of place considering everything that had happened between us recently. She went on talking about how she and dad were thrilled to finally be grandparents. She mentioned that dad would be arriving shortly with some wine and baby gifts so that we could all celebrate together as a family I exchanged a look with. Newton both of us in disbelief was my mother really acting like the last few months hadn't happened? I reminded her as calmly as I could that we hadn't spoken to her in the last five months after she decided to support all over me, yet now here she was standing on my porch acting as though we were all on good terms just because I had given

birth. Like we were about to have some joyous family reunion Newton told my mom that she had forfeited her right to be a grandparent the moment she chose not to be a good parent to me first, he reminded her how inhumanely I had treated me and had she not been my sister he would have beaten her upright then and there however being a mother she had. Protected that monster over me his words were firm and I could tell they hit a nerve my mother's face shifted and she looked furious. She tried to argue back insisting that she did what she had to do and that those were things of the past. She argued that we couldn't just cut her and her husband out of our child's life. She pointed out how unfair it was for us to keep her away from her grandchild, but Newton wasn't

having it. He reminded her that this was our son. It was our decision who got to be involved in his life and both of us didn't feel comfortable having her around in our lives. My mother continued to argue that I had actually been diagnosed with depression so that explained why she did. What she did to me I shook my head in frustration as my mother continued to justify that Elle felt terrible for what she did and was working on getting better. She assured me that with the birth of my son we could all finally be one happy family and let go of the past Elle scoffed and pointed out how I did not want to do no such thing she thought she could just sweep everything under the rug and be part of our lives again. But things had

changed there was no going back to the way things where I couldn't handle much more of the situation so I asked my mom to leave I didn't want to spoil my mood further. Especially not after everything that had already been said, but right at that very moment my dad arrived in our driveway he got out of the car holding a big teddy bear and a big basket of gifts I had no energy left to keep arguing with my parents. I didn't even understand how they had the audacity to just show up unannounced. Thankfully Newton stepped in and urged me to go back inside and rest he assured me he would handle them and take care of the matter so I let him as I walked back into the house.

I could still hear their voices through the door the yelling started almost immediately when Newton refused to let them both and my dad kept insisting over and over again that he had every right to see me and the baby as he was family my husband who was usually always calm snapped he threatened to call the police if they didn't leave our property. Immediately my dad, of course, kept trying to argue insisting on leaving baby gifts behind as if that would somehow make up for everything but Newton refused to accept anything from them he was firm telling them that we didn't want their gifts and that if they ever showed their faces again we would get a restraining order on them. Also, my parents were really shook by his reaction. I guess they had imagined

they could just waltz back into our lives after everything especially now that a baby was involved. I was proud of the way my husband dealt with the situation Newton and I have talked today and we plan on putting up cameras around the house just in case I hope to never see. My parents again knew. I hope you enjoy this story. Partner covertly put all our lifetime savings, close to a million dollars, into a cryptocurrency fraud involving a fictitious internet acquaintance, then took out a loan of six figures from their relatives to cover it. Fake withdrawal fees while I had no idea. I'm sharing this here for informational purposes, because I don't want this to happen to anyone else. I'm also open to any

advice or roasting. Believe me, I've already said horrible things to myself. There's not a lot you can say that I haven't already thought. Late last year, I was not doing well, mentally speaking. My spouse had just gone through some stuff themselves, and we were just moping and not being kind to each other. I said some things that lead them to believe I was exploring the idea of leaving them. I wasn't, I was actually implying that I was afraid they would leave me. This misunderstanding in general bad vibes compelled my spouse to seek advice from people on social media.

One such friend posed as a financial advisor at an investment firm and suggested my spouse invest jointly in some sort of diversified asset portfolio. My spouse did so by liquidating a savings account they had from before we got married. I had no knowledge any of this was happening, as I was busy dealing with my own life spontaneously combusting and trying to get back on my feet, and generally being a sad sack. This investment had to be made in crypto. Of course. My spouse has been subject to multiple rants from me that crypto is a pyramid scheme, worse than a meme stock, because at least those are insured. So my spouse was somehow assured that the whole thing was legit because only the transfers had to be made in crypto. The rest was put into

an account and could be seen in USD by logging into a website with posted transaction history and dividends. A couple of months pass, and the investment has basically quadrupled in value. The friend entices my spouse to upgrade the account. This is where my spouse begins to draw from our joint accounts, joint savings, and the proceeds we recently got from the sale of our last house. Of course, the friend knew about the fact that we had massive proceeds from a real estate sale, because my spouse told them. When we sold it, my spouse and I explicitly agreed to roll those proceeds into our current mortgage to reduce our payments by a substantial amount, which would make us much better off financially. At this time, as a result of my issues going away and the sale of that

house, which had taken forever, I had gotten my act together and was noticeably happier. Still, for whatever reason, my spouse persisted in hiding that they did something different with the proceeds from me. I was still completely in the dark. Of course, this new input supposedly paid off, and the website reflected even better dividends. My spouse claims that they thought it was legit because of how crypto was going nuts at the time. Of course had my spouse checked in with me at any time, I would have immediately clocked it as a scam from day one. So now comes the real mess. My spouse attempts to close out the investment account. Income the fees and taxes and whatnot. I'm still sitting there, happy as can be, thinking of how nice it will be now that I've gotten

back on my feet to also refinance my stupid mortgage and have money to finally enjoy buying nice things we have been putting off. Of course, all our savings, proceeds, and retirement are gone at this time. So my spouse goes, had in hand, to their family, who loan them basically an entire master's degree of student loans worth of money. Spouse converts it all to crypto, as per usual, and away it goes, into the black hole of fraud, while I blissfully remain completely ignorant, like a total moron. Now the spouse puts in withdrawal requests. They get my spouse's ID, account numbers, you name it.

New fees pop up, new loans are made. Check them all in the pile, why not? After a couple of months of delays, moving money around to different banks, yes, they had multi-factor logins, account histories, and all sorts of nonsense to make it look legit. The spouse starts to get the family coming knocking, asking for payment before they're hit with taxes. Of course the in-laws did not tell me any of this, so they're all on my shit list as well, for being complete morons, not figuring out it was a scam, and not once thinking that they should ask my spouse if they had permission for me to borrow six people. figures. So the spouse goes to an actual friend, mentions what's going on, and the actual friend, bless them, clues in the spouse that it sounds fishy. Thus, Valentine's Day weekend, lucky me, the spouse details the whole sordid thing. Spouse didn't know it was a scam until they started telling me. I clocked it immediately. Through drips and dribbles, I get the damage. It's gone. All of it. Our entire saving. and we're in substantial debt. Our net worth before this was creeping up towards one million. Now it's

six figures in the red. I'm honestly still in shock. My friends wonder why I haven't filed for divorce. Probably because all that would accomplish is losing the one thing we have left, as we would have to sell the house. I've forced my spouse into marital counseling, and we will be executing papers to make sure the debts are not owned by me jointly, but just my spouse. We're putting the assets in my name. If I leave, I lose the house and walk away with a massive I owe you. But my spouse? They'd be most of the way to a million in debt to me, because of this.

I don't know if I have the heart to do that, since none of this was malicious. It was just really, really fucking stupid. And dishonest. But mostly fucking stupid. Yes, I've been forcing the spouse to report it all to law enforcement. Of course the spouse freaked out when I immediately clocked it as fraud and went on a rant, not kindly, about how my life savings are probably right now financing terrorists who segs traffic teenagers or some other dodgy bullshit.

Yes, I know it's probably all gone and I'm not getting any of it back. Anyway, that's that. I wanted to share to remind you all that some knowledge can be much deadlier than none. My spouse is educated, as am I, and we've done well for ourselves through former investments that have paid off. That led my spouse to complacency and faith in themselves. I believe them when they say they did not know it was a scam. But that does not change the fact that now our retirement is gone, and we have to factor in these horrific debts that shouldn't exist every time we contemplate doing something completely inane, like spending $2 on brand name oatmeal instead of generic.

Please, please, please, do not fall victim to things like this. I do not wish this on anyone. Don't keep your finances secret from your family. Always get check with someone you know in real life and trust when something seems like a good opportunity. As soon as someone proposes any transaction in crypto, it should be a red flag. Just because there is an account, a website, receipts, and paperwork, it does not mean it is real comments where OPP has replied. to a deleted commenter, me? Yeah, I shouldn't have been checked out of what was going on with the accounts while trying to recover from a professional setback.

The spouse? Product of highly religious upbringing, I've come to find out. I did not fully appreciate the extent to which being indoctrinated in extreme blind faith on a regular basis when you're super young does to set you up for a lifetime of being taken advantage of. Talk to a bankruptcy lawyer, we're talking to a BK attorney right now. We're kind of fucked either way. These are all private loans, so our credit is still pristine. If we go BK, the loans disappear, but so does our good credit. If we don't go BK, the loans can be slowly repaid, family will restructure, and we keep our credit scores.

OPP adds, I want to go BK, we have the intake appointment later this month. If I have some attorneys verifying it's the right thing to do, it's going to be a painful ultimatum to the spouse, burn your family or burn me. Their decision will tell me a lot of things. Comment one, the spouse who fell for the scam should be removed from all accounts. Obviously he doesn't have the wherewithal to avoid the scams OPP, already done. We have two separate accounts and a single joint one right now. My income goes into one, the mortgage is paid there.

Spouse's income goes into the other, the debts that are due right now are paid there. Everything else is on a credit card and is paid out of the joint after we split the amount due and transfer from separate accounts into the joint. I made the spouse come clean to all of our close friends and family, including mine. Everyone knows they are in the doghouse financially and has been told to tattle to me about anything, with the consequence being that I will leave and leave them to pay back the loans themselves. They can't, they're only going to recoup if I don't leave. comment too also OPP were you not getting notifications or checking the joint account OOP nope bills were getting paid on time and in full and I wasn't checking the individual

drill downs and accounts in our financial reporting software I have full access and I just check top line amounts like yep the full value of money in all our accounts is in there but because the investment account red fake was created as an account in our software it didn't show the money missing, because the full value of the investment account equaled the transfers from legitimate accounts. I was also really fucked up. I downplayed it in the OG post, but I was considering checking myself into an inpatient mental health hold because I was basically full on hallucinating on a weekly basis. I was really not with it for the better part of three months, and wholly trying to get out of a mental health crisis while my spouse was also having

one as and mostly emotionally unavailable. I know they didn't do this maliciously, but it does kind of feel like punishment for losing my shit. OOP clarifies, my spouse, I don't believe they wanted to get caught in a scam maliciously. Comment 3, even if intentions were good, it is completely disrespectful that your spouse and their family went behind your back to throw away not just their own but your combined assets slash money. OOP, I'm exploring options to get out from under the debt. I can start over at zero, but I'm not willing to be a willing victim to being in the red and

the years of toil that it will take to get out from under these debts, none of which I knew about or consented to. I have always been fiscally conservative with my finances, and made a lot of sacrifices in my 20s and 30s instead of taking nice trips, buying nice things, and going to top schools and taking on debt. I'm not flushing that down the toilet even more than I already have. It's probably going to come down to them figuring out they have to tell their family they can't pay the debt or letting me file for divorce. I would never, ever chose to marry someone as far into debt as they are now, at the age I'm at, with the amount of money I make. I still love them, I probably always will, but I would never respect myself again if I indentured myself to their

family, who collaborated in this theft with them. Spouse's education, oh, it's mega-stupid. For the record, I have an arts doctorate, they have a STEM Masters. You'd think that would mean I would be the gullible one, but no. The crypto wasn't the investment. It was the mechanism that was used to make transfers. The investment was sold as some sort of diversified portfolio. The friends said it did include some crypto. I don't think my spouse ever verified what was allegedly in this portfolio. Like I said, it's extremely dumb. But that's how these scams work. This was a friend they made online. They talked for months about inane things like shared hobbies, books, and TV shows. There was trust there, when there shouldn't have been.

I know the people I meet online can be fake. Hell, I made fake accounts on purpose to shitpost. They didn't know that, until this. Did Spouse attempt to validate things? Yes, the problem was that these sites looked completely legitimate from the outside. They had phone numbers set up, email accounts. and all sorts of navigable pages. To set up an account the website had two-factor authentication, and posted transactions that matched what the people my spouse were in contact with told them.

There were multiple websites they set up to transfer funds around that reflected these transactions. I would have spotted it as a fake, but I've created and maintained websites before, so I know how easily things like this can be spoofed, and what points to something being wrong. That's why the financial transparency would have prevented this. I would have spotted this as a scam from day one, and it is what makes moving on so difficult. Spouse's response to all of this, we're in marriage counseling, so the long and short of it is, I don't really know where they were at, not fully, and not yet. It's hard for me to parse out, because I wouldn't even spend or transfer $200 without telling

them. I'm an oversharer, I am mostly incapable of emotional unavailability, which is what led to this. I can't keep a secret. I once gave them the silent treatment for six hours. That was all I lasted. If they're not mentally with it, they can ice me out for weeks. I think they also ice themselves out,

and don't know they're in distress. I have a hard time imagining what that is like. Right now, they're mostly really beating the shit out of themselves, and convinced I'm a lot more upset and resentful than I am. I told them they can't pull emotionally away or I will leave, because I can't cope with this by myself. The reason this allegedly happened is that I was really mentally fucked up for a solid three months. Like to the point I might have needed to check myself into a hospital type of fucked up.

They had a pretty bad thing happened some months prior, and had been withdrawn ever since. So when something happened to me, the lack of emotional support, which wasn't great before that, made me completely lose my shit. I was fully convinced that they were going to leave me, so I asked them about why they were so distant, begged them to stop. In their estimation, this actually meant I was going to leave. So they took an account that they had prior to the marriage, and invested it, with the goal of making it easier for us to split without either losing the house. Their parents regularly do this, because they are very distant and hate each other, so the concept of having

an escape plan isn't alien to them, but it is to me. If I'm going to leave, I don't talk about it, I go to an attorney. I believe they thought it was legit. They've asked my permission to loan money to people they told me were good for it. They weren't before. They have a habit of being gullible. When we met, the in-laws wanted me to buy into an MLM, and I had to explain to my spouse that if they talk about it at the wedding, I will kick them out. They've just always been the type to think the best of people. The friend they had been talking to had been buttering them up for months. They know I post a lot online, so I guess they assumed it was safe. We met online, too. I believe they're also very sorry. The day after they fessed up they called my parents and came clean, told my dad and

mom it was 100% on them and not me at all. I assume someone avoiding responsibility wouldn't do that. I don't know, we've never had marital issues. Never thought I'd be in a situation like this. It's hard to know what is normal. Mini update. They've filed a reports with pretty much every federal agency now. We have a meeting with a detective for our city this weekend. I've looked into the messages. It's just friendly things like memes, commiserating about work and politics, and book recommendations. I don't know if it's worse or better that my spouse is so gullible as to invest with a friend rather than the scammer having to feign romantic interest to get them roped in. There was very little in there about keeping it a secret. They didn't

really discussed that at all or entice my spouse to be duplicitous. Just more like my spouse would say that my spouse is going through a rough time and they would talk about that occasionally. I'm having trouble with the fact that the secrecy was almost perfunctory, and little to no effort was even put into thinking about what my spouse was doing or why, and if I should be circled in. There doesn't appear to be malice in any of the statements about me, just genuine worry, but then they kept it from me, almost out of reflex. It's a puzzle, it seems to point to something in my spouse's default state that needs to be changed, which is what we're working on in therapy. Update, hello again, all. When I made that account and posted about the

scam my spouse got caught in, I was so paranoid I did not link it to any of my personal information, nor did I use any of my customary passwords. So, alas, my brain has forgotten the log and information. But it is me, you can run my rambling through an AI if you want confirmation. I think I still write the same way. Anyway, because so many of you told me that it helped you that I was so open with what happened to me when my spouse lost our life savings in a pig-slaughtering scam, upwards of $500,000, including loans taken out for the scam fees to withdraw the fake proceeds of the investment, I figure it may help some people to hear some updates. First and foremost, we are still married and together, and planning a vacation to celebrate a milestone

anniversary later this year. Of course, the trip is less grand than I envisioned, for obvious reasons. Perhaps TMI, but we also resumed having segs and behaving like a normal married couple. Our family planning, once derailed, is also back on track. The spouse had libido problems from the negative self-worth, but pushed them through it. I refused to punish myself with a dead bedroom. Second, my spouse was not cheating, emotionally or physically. We have decided to call what happened financial infidelity, because of the lack of disclosure, even if it was not outright lying. I made my spouse recover all of the messages between them and the person that was the bait for the scam. It was honestly a little funny how thick my spouse was. The bait person,

the pictures were real, but the messages were AI, was obviously trying to flirt on several occasions, but it went right over my spouse's head, and they continued to say nice things about me. This was a relief to see. I would have never stayed if the scam involved cheating, even if it was just messages, or bad-mouthing me in any way. My spouse was completely taken in by overtures of platonic friendship and AI-aided conversations of shared interests. This naivity is an issue from a very sheltered religious upbringing, and par for the course for my spouse. Which brings me to the third thing. We have separated finances.

Every cent that comes out of our joint account is shared in screenshots. We also separated all finances that are not for shared expenses like utilities and the house. We agreed to execute a post-nuptial agreement that acknowledges all debts associated with the scam. My spouse borrowed money from their family for the fake fees, are my spouse's sole and separate property, and all equity in the house is mine, sands that which exceeds the amount my spouse wasted from the community, i.e., all of our real estate proceeds, a retirement account, and then some. The figure is large enough that our house's value would have to hit greater than $1 million before my spouse is entitled to anything. Basically, if we divorce, I'm off the hook for everything, and my spouse owes me a hefty

sum in perpetuity, which I can execute via a judgment to garnish wages. Fourth, we have not come to an agreement on the loans to my spouse's family. I refuse to pay them off, not one cent. because the in-laws all participated in this scam without once checking in with me to see if it was okay that they were funneling around hundreds of thousands of dollars. They have not insisted they be repaid. Yet, that was my condition to staying in the marriage. I'm not chaining myself to people with an IOU who participated in the breach of trust. The spouse agreed.

I think my spouse wants to wear me down eventually, but it's not going to happen. I'm far more stubborn than them. I can tell they're already halfway resigned to disappointing their family. I'm not sorry. They made a stupid investment. I did not. They can eat the loss. I already ate far more loss than they did.

Loss for all. Get it while it's hot. Fifth, the overwhelming guilt my spouse feels on a daily or weekly basis is a huge bummer. So we've been in couples therapy. The self-flagellation is annoying, and I can base. forget the scam happened until they throw a pity party. I'm fine with them feeling bad, but the increasingly less frequent doldrums also punish me, so we're working on it. I also have massive trust issues that were stirred up from the fallout. No shock there. Another couple in our

orbit went through something similar, concealed business debts, and actually did break up, which spooked my spouse considerably. So far, there have been no relapses, and our friend group has been on my side, and helping us get our lives back on track. Sixth, and on to the most positive news. I got a massive raise, which has dug us out of the hole much faster than I thought. Last week our household net worth went positive again. This was very exciting, and we went out to celebrate. It pleases me how fortunate we are that not a lot about our daily existence changed, despite how much money we lost. I still have days where I'm mad and genuinely uncharitable. but they come less frequently with time.

My earning potential is very good, and so is my spouses. I'm making them do some more work to get additional certifications for their career. In 10 years, I think we'll look back at this and see it as a speed bump rather than a mountain. My own family has been a rock through this. My father really stepped up and has been so supportive emotionally. He has been calling my spouse and kindled a fairly close child-parent-like relationship with them, to remind them that they're part of the family. This has been very positive for me,

because this happened because my spouse is naive, has issues with self-doubt, and does not have a good emotionally supportive relationship with their parents. So the doldrums that annoy me are more fleeting the more my father bonds with my spouse and knocks them out of a funk. The spouse's family are emotionally stinted and extremely naive, as you may have guessed, so talking to my father has been good for my spouse.

Funny enough, we also uncovered a sordid family of big financial losses. My father's wife, were not blood-related, lost about half of what we did through bad investments in the early 2000s. Apparently there was talk of divorce and bankruptcy at the time, but they stayed together, and, like us, they made too much to go bankrupt. That's been a bit of a bummer, but my credit score thanks me for not declaring bankruptcy. Also, my own grandparents apparently lost close to $10 million in the savings and loan scandals. Goes to show you how many people get caught in these traps. On the law enforcement front, nothing has happened.

Trump ripping apart the DOJ and FBI means nobody in the federal government has done anything, although we did get a call from a secret service guy that went nowhere. I made the spouse report the scam everywhere, no matter how much I could tell it pained them to relive their own foolishness. Local police tracked the wallets to an address in Africa, so were basically solved. The money is gone, as I suspected. They occasionally still I am the spouse, looking for more money, and we do to flee forward the information to law enforcement. I think I will look into getting a federal judgment recorded and on file with what little

we know about this person and their aliases, at least before the statute of limitations for fraud runs. I know it's probably futile, but for this amount of money, even a 0.01% chance of getting anything back is worth it, even for the filing fees. I just want a public record of what this evil person did to us. Anyway, that's what has been going on. I wouldn't call it a happy ending, but I did not blow up my life, and we have not lost the house, any cars, or anything like that. Nobody has self-harmed either. I hope that those of you that have been taken by such scams, or will be taken, can gain some measure of peace knowing that there is a way out of this sort of betrayal and financial ruination. Many thanks for your kind words, even the ones that were not

kind towards my spouse. I needed space to be angry, hurt, confused, and uncharitable, and Reddit provided it. I hope you enjoy this story. My sibling desired to suggest at my marriage ceremony, I declined, and as a result, he alienated my relatives from me. I am sharing this entire message here because I am unable to provide an update in the primary location. Sub-reddit this all started in. So I'll compile everything here. I-27M will start this off by saying my wedding is scheduled for April because my fiancé 25F has always dreamed of a spring wedding. And I really liked the idea too.

I have an older brother, though, 30M. And last Saturday I was called over to my parents' house to talk about something. But they refused to tell me what until I got there. They then sat me down with my brother and told me that my brother wants to use my wedding as the perfect day for him to propose to his girlfriend. I was instantly mad and told them absolutely not. But they ganged up on me. I ended up so enraged to the point that I, one man, somehow backed all three of them into a corner. I told them that if they want to do this, then not only will they all be uninvited, but I'll also cut off the financial support I've been giving monthly since.

they paid to have my golden child brother go through college by taking out a second mortgage. I landed a decently high-paying job and have been sending $500 to my parents monthly to help ease their mortgage. And I didn't ask for a stake in the ownership of their house either because I really don't want it. It was entirely goodwill. And I can cut it off any time. I left without speaking anything more to them. But my brother came to my home the next day to yell at me that I ruined his big chance because now our parents are siding with me and say they'll evict him if he tries to propose at my wedding. He said I was financially blackmailing our parents, and that he just wanted a good chance to propose because he was afraid his girlfriend might

leave him soon. I said that was his problem, not mine. Because my wedding day is not about him. And if he tries to propose at my wedding, I will have him thrown out. That's not a maybe, but a definite. And I doubt his girlfriend would appreciate her proposal followed up with being tossed out by a bouncer. He yelled a few choice words at me, then went crying to our only surviving grandparent, our maternal grandmother. And she called to try and ream me over the phone. No surprise my brother heavily embellished the version of the story he told her. But she still sided with him after I gave her the real story. She tried to hold her ground, but the verbal backlash I ended up giving her left her crying. That got back to my parents who were pissed at me

for taking things so far. But I told them I only went that far because I had to when they were all trying to get me to let my brother use my wedding as his springboard for a proposal. They ended up agreeing with me, but still stated they feel like I'm crass. And my brother showed up at my home again to scream at me that I'm an asshole, and I hope I'm happy with myself for not allowing him the opportunity. My fiancé knows what my brother tried to do, and she's very angry about it. She's almost ready to have him uninvited if he pursues this any further.

Normally I have a very mild temper. But when it comes to certain people like my brother, parents and grandmother, I can easily get short with them because of all the past favoritism. My grandmother especially. She always sided with my brother and believed his lies no matter what he did. She's the biggest reason my parents favored my brother too. She kept trying to convince me over the phone to let my brother propose at my wedding that I ended up losing it on her. I ended up speaking with my brother again and threatened to tell his

girlfriend if he was still intending to propose at my wedding without permission. He took it poorly and called me an awful person. So I pointed out that my wedding isn't about him. Our parents were there for this, and they backed me up. I think my brother did a double take when they did that. My dad pointed out that he'd raised my brother wrong, and that was on him. So from now on my brother was to show them real respect. And they wanted to get an official lease drawn up for him to pay proper rent and utilities. He was only paying them $300 a month without contributing to any utilities or food. And if he doesn't want to pay, he can move out and they'll rent his room to someone else. My brother turned to our mom for help. But she just agreed with dad. He looked like he

was having a connoption and then left the house. He came back a couple hours later, but spoke to no one and locked himself in his room. Two days later my brother announced he was moving in with grandma because she invited him. And our parents basically told him that if he wants to live with her, then to go ahead. My brother responded to this by saying we all hate him for just wanting to propose to his girlfriend. My parents pointed out that it's not that he wanted to propose, but were he wanted to do it. And he'd get no support for it. He's refusing to talk to our parents now. My grandmother did try to call me again. But it ended up with me telling her that my my brother will not be allowed to propose at my wedding, plain and simple.

So he can get over it, or not come. And the same goes for her. I ended up calling her out on her favoritism towards my brother since we were kids, which she tried to deny at first, but couldn't keep doing so because of how much I'd pointed out. She ended up crying again while I told her that if she keeps trying to insist on this, then she won't be coming to my wedding. She begged me not to rescind her invite, but still said she doesn't understand why I couldn't let my brother have his way before ending the call. My fiancé is 100% on my side and is fully ready to remove my brother and grandmother from the wedding.

My grandmother hasn't called again, and she's not talking to my parents either. My guess is my brother went crying to her again to tell her mommy and daddy weren't enabling him anymore. So she offered for him to move in with her. But there's literally nothing she can do to sway me. And I think my last conversation with her made her realize that. I didn't wish to tell my brother's GF. But she called me up on a Saturday about my Reddit post. She saw it read an online video and then realized it might be me with the way I described my brother and grandmother.

So yeah, now she knows. She ended up tearing my brother anew at Dollar Hole. And he still tried to justify himself to her. That's when she told him they were through and cut all contact with him. My brother, of course, blamed me. Even though his girlfriend said that she's been ready to leave him for a while now. And if he'd tried to propose, no matter where, she'd have told him no. So that's it.

My brother showed up at my place one more time to have a fit, and said he is boycotting my wedding. He actually thought he had leveraged that he and grandma won't go. I said I wouldn't miss him, and that he's in his 30s now and needs to grow up. Our parents have cut the umbilical and are no longer supporting him. And they're already repainting his room to rent it to someone else. And they plan on renting out my old bedroom as well because they need the money after the financial hole he left them in after dropping out of college.

just to do mooch off them for a while and then get a degree with online college later, and then barely paying any rent while also making them pay for his food and utilities despite having a good paying job. They spent the world on him and he wasn't the least bit grateful. That made my brother just shut down and leave. And since then we've not heard a peep out of him. That's everything that's happened from my original post up till now. Edit, yes I have very good security hiring.

for the wedding. And they'll toss my brother out like bouncers in a heartbeat. Update 1, well my brother and grandma are officially uninvited for my upcoming wedding. My grandma called me again to berate me even more for refusing to let my brother propose. Apparently he's beside himself with grief over his ex. Yeah. So beside himself with grief that he's already on Tinder looking for a date. Or so his social media says. which I pointed out to Grandma. She claimed that was just his way of coping. I said I didn't care.

He's no longer invited to my wedding because I can't trust that he won't do something crazy if he's there. Then she gave me her classic line of I don't understand why. That's what she always says when I won't do something for my brother after he'd screwed me over. For example, I once gave my brother a loan back when he was still doing online college. He didn't want to repay it despite promising he would. Even after getting a good job he hemmed and hawed about it when I wanted him to pay me back. He had the money, he just didn't want to give it up.

So I said I was never going to loan him money again. And Grandma gave her line of not understanding why. Even when I told her it was because I knew my brother would never want to repay me, so he's not going to get another penny. Her response was to say she still doesn't understand. So just hearing her say that about the issue of my brother being banned from my wedding made me lose it. I yelled at her that she does understand. She just acts like she doesn't because she doesn't want to.

She's always been on my brother's side no matter what he did. And because of that she's no longer invited to my wedding either. And I don't care if she cries. Because I'm just plain done with her. She made her bed with the side she chose. Now she can live with it. Of course she exploded in tears crying like a sad wail and called me a bad grandson. I said she was a bad grandma for thinking I'm the bad grandson when she always believed my brother's lies and played favorites.

Everyone else knew it too. And I'm sick of her pretending everything was rosy when she used to beat my ass and then tell me I'd be a bad boy if I told my parents she'd spanked me. I then told her not to call me again unless it was to admit the truth and give me a genuine apology. And then I ended the call. It went right back to radio silent from her. I also preemptively told my parents about what happened. And their response was that they don't care I yelled at her anymore. Because she's never going to stop siding with my brother no matter what.

My parents are actually doing so much better since my brother moved out. They've got two rooms ready to rent out and on the market waiting for a tenant. My dad is also working on clearing out the attic to make another room up there for someone to rent. They're basically turning as many rooms in their house as they can into livable space. They're going to need that rent money to help pay off their debts. And they're still thanking me a lot for helping them with the money I've been sending monthly. My parents sat me down a while ago and apologized heavily for everything that. that went on from my childhood till now.

They said they can offer no good excuse as to why my brother was the favorite when they shouldn't have been playing favorites at all. And that what they did was completely unacceptable. And the fact that I was still willing to help them out, even after everything they'd done, made them realize how horrible they were as parents. And from now on they'll do their best to be better people. They've basically stopped caring about what my brother and grandma think too. They haven't been talking to them either.

I've heard nothing from my brother's ex. She wants nothing more to do with my family. And I don't blame her. My fiancé is super happy about me standing my ground because she wanted my brother and grandmother out much sooner. Then she admitted something to me I never knew. Apparently the few times she was alone with my grandma, she was told all sorts of lies about me that my fiancé never once believed.

She couldn't recall much. But basically Grandma said a number of things that I remember my brother did that were pinned on me. But the gist of it is that my grandma was trying to tell my fiancé that I was a bad egg as a child. And that she better watch me closely in case she decided not to marry me. So yeah. Grandma was trying to poison the well with more lies. One story my fiancé remembered my grandma talking about was one I knew right away. It was the story about the broken lamp.

My grandma used to have a beautiful handcrafted stained glass lamp. My brother threw a football in the house straight at it and the lamp fell and broke. It was old and frail, so it basically shattered. My brother said that I was throwing a football in the house and that he tried to stop me. But it was actually the other way around. Grandma refused to believe me and spanked me bare-bottomed with a wooden spoon. My grandpa knew my brother was lying and even told my parents so. My brother was grounded and I was told I didn't have to visit Grandma anymore if I didn't want to.

And after my grandpa passed away, I stopped going. The fact that old hag was still talking about that stuff to people like my fiancé when I'm not around infuriates me. So I'm beyond glad that I've cut the tumors that are my brother and grandmother out of my life. I don't need them anymore. Update 2, Update 2 on Brother wanting to propose at my wedding. Brother found my Reddit posts and is fuming. But I don't care well my brother came pounding on my front door again a few days ago. And this time he was drunk.

He drunkenly told me he found out about my Reddit posts because he tried to get back together with his ex, and she told him how she found out what he was planning. So his dumb at Dollar thought it'd be a good idea to get wasted and then confront him. me. He even vomited on my porch step, and then did something I didn't see coming. He curled up on the ground crying. I figured he was going to attack me or something because he was acting so deranged. But instead he just got in a sort of fetal position and cried in the grass while blaming me for his problems in between swigs from the bottle he was carrying. From what I could get out

of him, he recently went to see his ex and begged her to take him back. But she told him, him he was a man-child and she'd never want to marry him. And then explained how she knew he was planning on proposing. He went home and searched online till he found my Reddit posts and read them. He went through a lot of the comments on my prior posts. And when he realized next to nobody saw things from his point of view, he broke his computer monitor and started pounding a bottle of vodka while walking over to my home since I only live a couple miles from my grandma's house. While he was sitting on the ground, he was drunkenly cussing at me and saying it's my fault that everyone but grandma hates him now. I had no sympathy and told him he did all that himself.

Sure I aired our dirty laundry online by telling everyone. But he was still the entitled jerk who never really grew up and goes crying to Granny like a spoiled brat when he doesn't get his way. Time to grow up and man up. He called me a few more things that I could barely understand, and then pretty much stopped talking to just sit there and keep drinking and crying. I ended up taking away what was left of his bottle of vodka, and said that maybe when he's sober he can see some common sense. Then I called for a taxi to take him home.

I wasn't about to drive to Grandma's house because I don't want to see or be anywhere near her. My brother didn't even thank me for calling and paying for the taxi. Just flopped himself into the back seat and told the driver to get going. I got a call the next day from the taxi service stating my brother had vomited multiple times all over the back seat in the short time he was in the cab. And it took $200 to thoroughly clean it because it was everywhere. I apologized and mailed them a check for their trouble. It's been a few days since that happened. But the crap didn't end there.

So I'll be making another post very soon. Update 3. Update 3 to Brother wanting to propose at my wedding. My grandma says I've destroyed her. I knew it. I just knew it. And some of you called it. My grandma couldn't leave well enough alone. She and my brother were already both uninvited from my upcoming wedding and borderline ghosted. But now she's gone and made a huge scene about it.

She took my brother over to my parents' house to show them my Reddit posts. Thing is, my parents already know about and have read them, because I admitted it to them after my brother drunkenly came to my home to yell at me and my parents no longer care because the situation opened their eyes some time ago. I wasn't there to see it. But my grandma laid it on thick to my parents about how she has been thoroughly humiliated by me and that she didn't understand why I do this over something so trivial as a my brother proposing at my upcoming wedding.

Well, this next part one never expected. my mom ever the passive doormat to her mother for as long as I can remember finally lost it on grandma about how she's a narcissist and how her influence made her and my dad seem like ones and they were idiots to let that happen. Then they told Grandma and my brother that the whole wanting to propose at my wedding thing was a completely stupid and selfish idea. And then reiterated reasons I've stated as to why with it likely being my brother wanting to put his ex on the spot in front of the whole family.

Then my parents told them both to get out. My brother especially they admonished because he'd used them as a veritable ATM for years and barely contributed financially after landing a good job. And then me, the son they'd regretfully ignored was someone they were far more proud of because I helped them start to undo the damage they'd done to themselves. And thus far I've asked for nothing in return. Grandma, I'm told left in hysterics. and my brother was silent most of the time.

The next part is from my own experience as Grandma called me again to yell at me. I let her have her rant while my fiancé and I just let the phone sit on the coffee table while on speaker mode. After a while Grandma realized I wasn't saying anything back and yelled at me to speak to her. So I said something one of the commenters I've had here pointed out in a prior post. That she's a coward who thinks she's in charge. But she's not and never will be. She can't boss me around. She has nothing to leverage over me.

And she always acts like she doesn't understand my reasoning when I know she does. But she doesn't ever care to admit it. Then I called her out on the lies she spewed about me to my fiancé, which Grandma immediately denied. But then my fiancé spoke up and said she told me everything Grandma had said to her. Then asked why she would do that. Did she not want me to be married and be happy or something? And that's when it came out. Grandma yelled that she was pissed I'm getting married before my brother.

She'd wanted to see him married first because he's older, and her favorite grandson. And she believed the least I could have done was let my brother try to save his relationship by proposing at my wedding. I said that wasn't trying to save a relationship, that was trying to trap that poor woman in one by hoping she wouldn't say no in front of her. of a crowd. But I've already spoken to my brother's ex before she cut contact with all of us. And I know for certain she'd have said no to him anyway. And she'd been ready to break up with him for months. I doubt the relationship would have even lasted long enough to make it to my wedding. Then I said I knew she was going to call me selfish. So I pointed out all the things that make her selfish and me not. I'm helping out my parents financially when I didn't have to.

I didn't ask for money from anyone when I went to college. I actually worked hard at my relationship with my significant other and didn't scheme to try and find a way to take control of it. While my grandma would rather spew out any reason she can think of to make my brother the golden boy who can do no wrong, she lied about me just to try and ruin my relationship in her hopes my brother would marry first. And she openly admitted to having a favorite grandson. Now that's selfish. Then I said that if it had turned out my brother had been in love with my fiancé or something, I bet she would have demanded I give her to my brother as well.

Because that's just the kind of selfish narcissist she is. Then all I could hear on the line was Grandma loudly sobbing and my brother trying to console her. He didn't say anything to me. And then the phone hung up. Either by him or her. I don't know. But I think it's fair to say I really. verbally tore grandma apart this time. Much more so than I ever had before. And yes, this time

I finally blocked her number. And my brothers too. I hope you enjoy this story. The whole clan urged me to create a counterfeit certificate for my unemployed sibling who blackmailed me, but after relenting and producing it, he secured a job. At an airport with no background check then quit after two days. So long story short, my brother is 22 and doesn't have a diploma or any skills. He usually bounces between under-the-table jobs to being jobless. He doesn't have that many opportunities, so he had the idea or maybe another sibling suggested it, hick, that he'll just have me scan my older sister's high school diploma, and Photoshop his name and what would have been his graduation year on there. All of my family is on board with this, except for me.

At first I argued it was illegal, but then one of my sisters called me a hypocrite because I torrent programs and download music, and I responded with saying that so if anyone downloads music or torrents a program, they are not allowed to criticize other illegal actions like murder or grape. She said that I can't compare that to photoshopping a diploma, but I was just giving an example. Since when did doing a small illegal thing become equivalent to condoning all illegal things? Anyway, that's besides the point. All my sisters kept telling me how I do nothing for the family, and how they always do stuff for me, and that I need to do this for my brother, while my mother tries to guilt trip me into doing it by saying do it for me. I told my sister why doesn't my brother just get his GED? I dropped out of high school last month and am close to getting my GED this month,

and she replied with saying that my brother isn't mentally developed and that he can't simply do that. I then tell her that he dropped out, he now needs to face the consequences. She said that isn't fair because he was dropped on his head as a baby, and he isn't mentally developed okay, he is academically stupid because he never paid attention in school and makes horrible decisions but he doesn't have a disability and is completely functional. Anyway, I should also note that I don't even like my brother. He constantly lies and steals though on the bright side as of recently he hasn't stolen from anyone because he has a job and my mom's son. sometimes gives him money, but despite that just a few days ago he took her credit card from her purse. Anyway, yeah, me and my brother don't get along. Fights between us are rare, but a month ago we got into a huge fight and all my sisters

and my mom tried getting between us, and I ended up pulling a knife on him. He said he was going to grate me. My other sister makes an argument that I have to do this because my brother does stuff for me. like driving me to a college to take two of my GED tests with my mother's car with gas my mother filled and then when he picked me up my mother went

and she wanted to stop by three different places and he cursed at her and told her to choose one place other things he has done for me was he got me a public sub with his food stamps a few weeks ago and sometimes he drives me to my friend's house again with my mother's car that he always wastes the gas on immediately after dropping me off he does my mom driving favor so he can get the car and give one of his

friends rides. Anyway, my entire family keeps getting on my case saying I have to do it. I keep on hearing that I don't do nothing for my family and how I don't benefit my family from one of my sisters and that they always do stuff for me. Update 1, well, I'll make this a quick update. After making the post and receiving a few comments

where people said that my family was being stupid and it wouldn't work. I read them to one of my sisters and mom. My sister and mother were surprised to hear that it wouldn't work and didn't know that background checks could figure out rather or not you graduated high school. Status quo is returned to normal. They left me alone about it now. Today when I looked at the post again, I was surprised to see that it had blown up quite a bit. I showed them the post a few hours after it was posted, so I was so I was so.

surprised to see it now have over a hundred comments. The new comments address something that I feel needs to be clarified. Yes, my brother did threaten to grate me, but it was all shit talk. He got it from my 27-year-old brother who always threatens to great people. I just mentioned him saying that to me to show how much of a shitty brother he is, and to further show why I don't want to do him any favors. I'm not actually worried that he'll grate me. As for me pulling a night of on him, yes, I did do that. We were in a physical fight, and he's six years older than me. I pulled a knife to even the odds. As for my family being stupid. Well yes, this was a lapse of judgment on my sisters and mother's part. My mother gets a pass because she doesn't know how

background checks work and is a bit clueless when it comes to certain things. She didn't grow up in America. However, my sisters, they genuinely didn't know. that background checks would show rather or not you graduated high school and thought that just having a physical copy would be enough to get you a job. Some comments did say that most jobs would be too lazy to confirm, so I guess they weren't completely off the mark. As for them being stupid, they're all smarter than me. My oldest sister graduated high school with a 4.0 GPA and is a year away from becoming a pharmacist. My other sister graduated with a 3.9 GPA, and and got her bachelors in college a few years ago.

And then my other other sister I know. I have three sisters, is incredibly intelligent and has more common sense than all my family combined. She just sided with my family because she's admittedly biased and likes ganging up on me. My brother on the other hand. Yeah, he's stupid. As for abuse in my family, yeah, my family is pretty abusive. My parents abused all my siblings, but stopped around the time when I was like, four or five. My oldest siblings took over abusing us.

My oldest sister stopped abusing us because not only she moved out, but because by the time me and my other sister the biased one, were in middle school, we could kick her ass. My oldest brother is still abusive, and that hasn't changed because my mother is an enabler, and my dad is passive. He moved out a month ago, though it was a little. would suck if he returned. There isn't really abuse in my house at the moment. As for my 22-year-old brother, my mother enables him the most because parents will always protect their weakest child. I'd prefer if my mom would disown both my brothers, but it isn't going to happen. My family

wouldn't be so bad if my two brothers were gone. For anyone who is curious, I do plan on cutting my brothers out of my life when I grow older, but not the rest of my family. Anyway, I'm sorry for going off topic, I just needed to address some of the things said in the comments of the original post. Update 2, it's been two months since I posted the update on this entire problem. I know I said the situation was solved after I told my sisters about the posts, but apparently it wasn't. Also, this update is a month and a half late, but never late than never. Okay, a few weeks after my first update was made, my brother applied for a job at an airport. I'm not sure what the job entailed, I'm pretty sure it's simple manual labor stuff.

That's besides the point. So, to get this job my brother needed to take a drug test and show proof that he had a diploma or GED. Even though the GED part came first, I'll start with the drug test part. So my brother smokes weed a lot, so he had my oldest sister asked me to pee in a cleaned-out eye-drop bottle. I refused, so my sister had to be the one to do it. My brother's plan was to wear tight underwear and hide the eyedrop bottle under his nut sack his words, not mine. The day he went to go take the drug test, he chickened out and ended up using his own pee.

He fucking passed. He smokes weed almost every night. He must have had weed in his system. But he fucking passed. Now, let's get to the GED part which happened before the drug test, so my brother lied to the man slash lady slash who. that was going to hire him and said that he had his GED. He was asked to bring in his diploma. I'm confused too.

Everyone in the comments had said that places do background checks, and no one asked to see the diploma. But they asked my brother to bring it the next day. So what happened that day? My mom and all three of my sisters all ganged up on me to make him a fake GED on Photoshop. They said all I had to do is change the name on my GED. that I earned and put his. It was one thing when they asked me to make him a fake high school diploma by putting his name on my sister's diploma. But this enraged me. I earned my GED,

and it enraged me that they asked me to Photoshop his name on my GED that I earned. I yelled at my mom and sisters, and they left. They then tried again an hour later. They tried to bargain. My mom offered me $100 and said she'd buy me whatever food I wanted that day. My sister said that I wouldn't even have to do it, and that all I had to do was teach them how to do it, and also teach them how to get Photoshop. This went on for hours they would leave and come back 20 or 30 minutes later. Finally, it was nighttime, and I just got sick of it. I said, fine, I'll make it.

I refused to use my own GED as a template, so I pulled off a GED template off of Google, erased the name and date on the GED diploma using Photoshop, and added in his name and a different date, and I also downloaded a diploma font for some of the text. I also photoshopped our state seal onto the diploma because mine had one. The GED looked nothing like mine, and honestly the text that was left on it was sort of blurry while his name and the new date was more clear. I was kind of hoping for him to get called out and then get a felony for forgery or something like that. Anyway, my sister printed it out and got it laminated. He took it in. And he got the job.

No background checks. Let me repeat, this is an airport job. Why was there no background check? Anyway, he went through the week of training and then officially started work. He quit on the second day because someone told him to pick up something I think a cone, and he refused to do it. He told my parents that the man only told him to pick it up because he was racist. Now here I am, over a month and a half later. I honestly sort of forgot about all of this, until today when my oldest sister and I were talking. We were discussing my brother, and she was saying how he wasn't that bad while I was trash talking him. Suddenly tons of terrible shit he has done came to mind, and I remembered the GED thing. I then say, hey, remember when you all spent hours trying to convince me to make him a fake GED so he could get a job, and then he quit two days later.

And then she said, yeah, that was fucked up. Then my other sister had the nerve to tell me shut up, we all had to beg you like dogs to make it. So yeah, this update is more of a vent too. What my sister told me got me angry about this entire situation again. I also regret making that fake GED. I don't understand how he passed the drug test and how they didn't even do a background check. Next story, had sex with my best friend on my birthday and got pregnant, when I finally told my parents they were so supportive, but then I found out it was in pregnancy that could kill me. I'm 16, I'm pregnant, I need advice now.

I had sex with a friend on my 16th birthday because I wanted to experience it. It was with a good friend of mine and I initiated it all. I'm not on birth control. I didn't think I'd get pregnant and he pulled out to finish, but I think he may have squirted in me first. It doesn't matter because I'm pregnant. I am over two months late and took a test this morning and another after school. I don't know what to do. I can't tell my mom, I don't want to tell anyone, I have no one to go to.

I can't get an abortion, I just don't think I can live with that. I might regret it forever. I don't know anything right now. My parents will be home in a few hours and I have no idea what I'm going to say or do. I want to run away but I can't. I wanted to call my friends but they can't help me. I dialed planned parenthood like 20 times but never called. Oh my God what the fuck am I going to do?

I need to know who to call and what to say to my mom. I can't imagine that there is a baby growing in me. I am not prepared for that. What the heck am I supposed to do? Please someone give me advice on how to handle this and what I can tell my mom. I feel like I'm going to burst into tears the moment. I'm that close to the edge right now. I need help.

Please someone tell me what to say and who to call and what to do. Update, I just reread what I wrote this afternoon and feel like so much has happened in a few hours. Thank you for all the great advice and comments. I am overwhelmed with the messages and advice. Someone wanted to know what happened, so here it is. My dad came home and came to my room after talking to my mom for a few minutes. I was so scared, I have never seen my daddy look that way, and I didn't know what he was thinking or about to do, but he pulled my desk chair next to where I was sitting on my bed, looked me in the eye and said, I want to tell you one thing, Princess. I love you no matter what you do, where you are, or what situation you are.

are in. I am always there to take care of you and help you see it through. He then asked me am I sure that I am pregnant? And I said yeah, pretty sure, and he said, are you okay? And I saw him start to tear up. I've never seen my daddy cry, and when I saw that I just lost it and started bawling and told him everything that happened. He scooped me up off the bed and hugged me with my head on his shoulder and I just kept crying and I told him about what happened and how I've been worried about this for weeks and that I didn't know what I should do or if they would still love me and if I should just run away or so something worse and that I posted here for advice after my second. Test and that people were so nice and supportive and that changed everything and that told me to

call mom and she dropped what she was doing to be here and how I really don't know what to do and he just held me for what seemed like an hour until I was done crying and then he set me down on my bed. Took a tissue to wipe his face and gave me the box to clean up mine. My mom's schedule an appointment with her gynecologist for tomorrow morning, they are going to run a full pregnancy test and do an ultrasound because girls my age may have a tropic pregnancy where the fetus is in the ovary not in the uterus or something like that. She told me a girl my age can have all sorts of serious complications so getting to the doctor is the first priority. My daddy has been friends with Mike's parents for more than 25 years, which I guess is why we grew up so close as friends.

He is going to talk to his dad tomorrow after we are sure of everything and then we will sit down together to talk about what happens next. There will be no other discussions about this until after the doctor's appointment. I really appreciate the thoughtful and supportive advice from everyone. You really saved my life this afternoon because it gave me something to focus on other than thinking the worst about everything like I was doing this afternoon. I really love and appreciate my parents too. I can't believe how cruel some people can be to their daughters, that is just awful. I also read up on Planned Parenthood and am ready to give a presentation on all of their services thanks to the great information some of you provided.

I'll give you an update tomorrow morning when I get back from the doctor. I am exhausted right now, mentally, emotionally, and physically drained of all energy. My mom wants me to sleep with her tonight just to be safe, so I think I'm going to put on my jammies and say, good night. Thanks again, I really owe you all so much and that's a debt I don't know that I can ever repay. Update 1. I wanted to give everyone an update about this morning. So I am pregnant. It finally hit me what all that meant and I was happy, sad, confused, overwhelmed, and upset all at once. I went to see a gynecologist for the first time and that was terrifying, she was so nice but it hurt and I felt so violated.

My mom said, you think that is bad, just wait until there are 10 people working there while you are giving birth, that made me throw up. I threw up for 20 minutes. It hurts so much. So I am pregnant. There is a big problem with it that I don't really fully understand. Everything has been a blur and I can't really get everything that everyone is saying.

I have an extra uterine pregnancy, they said the baby isn't where it is supposed to be, like in the extra uterus, makes no sense, or in the Philippian tubes. The baby won't grow there and it will cause bleeding and a lot of medical issues so I have to get an abortion. I don't have a choice because it might kill me or cause serious issues. I threw up when I heard this too. I'd been throwing up all morning and so dizzy. My mom and dad met with my friend's dad last night when I was asleep.

I thought we were going to do this tonight but they thought it would be best. So Mike, my friend, was at my house at 7 o'clock this morning with my favorite donut and a cup of tea. He knows me. I cried as soon as I saw him and told him I was so sorry. And he hugged me and said no, this was my fault. I should have insisted on a condom or told you no until we were more prepared. I said you didn't even want it and he responded I wanted it more than anything. but didn't want to let you down or do something wrong, you are so special to me.

I fucking died right there. I started crying at like 7 o'clock and haven't really stopped yet. It is probably the hormones but the puking and crying haven't stopped since 7 o'clock and I feel so great about what he said to me, like those are the most magical words that I've ever heard. You are so special to me, the way he said that, the feeling when he held me. Oh, M.G, what the fuck is wrong with me? I am pregnant and my pregnancy will end around 2 o'clock today.

I am at the surgical center waiting for my mom's gynecologist and another doctor to arrive. I feel so alone and so sick. I'm a mess. I'm thinking about Mike right now and I wish things were different. I wish I saw him before the way I am thinking of him now. I hope that this doesn't ruin our friendship. I hope this doesn't ruin me too. I feel sort of good that the decision was made for me, like this wasn't meant to be.

It was an at-fault accident that I caused. Oh God, I am so sick to my stomach and my body hurts. My heart hurts. My brain hurts. A doctor or nurse just came in to draw a line on my stomach and she touched my BJ to check for something and then left. I don't know what she was doing but my mom had to do. go to the other side of the curtain for it. The nurse told her that I would be taken down the hall in a few minutes, so I need to wrap this up. I've never been so nervous, or felt so small

and helpless as I do right now. Everything is outside my control right now. I'm getting anesthesia, or however it is spelled, in a few minutes so I'll say by and check back if I'm still alive after the procedure. Update 2, I made a post on Monday when I found out I was pregnant. I was totally freaking out and got some great advice that really saved me from doing something completely stupid. So on Tuesday I found out I had an ectopic pregnancy, something I had never heard of before, and needed to have a surgical abortion that afternoon. That went very well, according to my mom's doctor, and I was able to go home after it was done. I'm not sore but just achy and crampy and bleeding a lot. This week is a blur.

Right now I'm feeling so lonely. and isolated and afraid. I haven't been to school since Monday morning and need to go back tomorrow. There are only a few people who know I was pregnant and had the abortion. Those are my parents, my friend's parents, my doctor and his staff, and that's it. I haven't said anything to my friends, but they keep asking why I'm not in school and I don't know what to tell them. I have to go back tomorrow and I feel like there I'm wearing a letter of shame because of what happened. I want everything to return to normal, but I know it can't. I'm going to need to figure out what to say to people and how to deal with things if someone

finds out. I heard there may already be a rumor about me being in the hospital and don't know if someone heard something or saw me there or what it's all about. How do I deal with this shame? I feel like such a terrible person right now because of what I did. I practically begged my friend to have sex with me and when he did I got pregnant and had to tell him and then he was all nice and supportive but I haven't seen him since Wednesday morning when he stopped on his way to school to give me some flowers and I think he texted me yesterday but I wasn't up to talking to anyone because I'm sick and crampy and disgusting how can I go to school tomorrow should I text my friend back or wait for him to get back to me what should I tell my friends and teachers I think they will know what happened just by looking at me. I don't look the same. I don't feel the same. I don't think I am the same

as I was. I hope you enjoy this story. Surprised by my daughter's announcement that she was tying the knot with the man I had nurtured as my own, despite him being 15 years her senior. An unexpected turn of events. I am at a loss for words. To say to her, I posted this on another Reddit and it got taken down for the predatory nature of my daughter's relationship. I was told to try this sub and one other one. Here is the background. Hello. I am looking for a younger person's perspective on this matter. I know my son frequents this site so we thought this might be the place to get it. My daughter is a 21-year-old female. Her fiancé is 36. She just graduated college and moved out on her own this past fall.

My wife and I are 58 and 55 years old, respectively. We also have two sons. When my children were young, we had a close family friend who died tragically in 2001, leaving behind a 16-year-old. We took him into our home for over four years while he finished school and he was able to stand on his own. We gave him a substantial monetary donation

to start his own business, which has since become wildly successful. I never minded any of this one bit because I always saw him as one of my own children. He is now 36 years old. This past Sunday we had a family dinner, at which time my daughter decided to inform us that not only were they engaged, they had also been seeing each other for the past three years. My wife, sons and I all feel incredibly betrayed and blindsided by this revelation. The amount of lies and secret keeping they had to be telling to keep this relationship from us is astonishing.

The large age difference is also very disturbing to us. I told both of them in no uncertain terms that I did not approve of this relationship, that he was no longer allowed in my home and as long as my daughter continued this relationship, nor was she. I now see that alienating my daughter would cause more harm. I want to be there for her, but I do not want her to think I'm accepting of this relationship. and want it to end immediately. I am disgusted and angered by my daughter's relationship I just recently found out about. However, I do not want to alienate my daughter and put her in more danger.

How can I talk to her and make her realize this relationship is dangerous, predatory, and disturbing, while still making her feel safe and welcome? Also, in case this wasn't clear enough, yes, he helped raise her, he babysat her, changed her diapers, came to family dinners every week, went on family vacations, etc. He was a constant part of her life since she was one. First update. Hello everyone. I would first and foremost like to thank everyone who gave helpful words of advice and encouragement

on my first post, which can be found here. I apologize for not being able to respond to all comments and messages, but my wife and I read through them all. We very much appreciate getting unbiased opinions from a demographic we normally would not. Yesterday, we went to my daughter's apartment, because we know Jackson works all day Saturdays. I first apologized to her over my initial reaction that came out of anger. I made it clear that her safety and well-being was my first concern. We had a long discussion, and there were some things that my daughter said that alarmed me, these aren't necessarily in the order of which we discussed them. Just things that stick out in my head. The first thing was that she said she

knew he loved him since she was 14, at which point Jackson was 29. She says that they never did anything intimate until she was after 18. However, since their engagement has now became public, concerned family members have contacted me with events that seemed innocent at the time, but now seem suspicious. For example, my wife's sister told us about a time when the kids, My daughter, one of my two sons, and Jackson, were over her house. My daughter was 16, and Jackson was 31. My sister-in-law said that she heard Jackson leaving my daughter's room in the morning. At the time she didn't think much of it because there have been times where the siblings

or cousins have fallen asleep in each other's rooms after watching a movie late at night or something. My son also told me about a time when he had run into my daughter in town, when she was 15, with Jackson when she was supposed to be in school. There are other instances I had to delete for length reasons. We asked her what it was she loved about him. She gave us a bunch of reasons. But one of the things that I think is alarming is she said how generous and caring he has always been to her.

She told us about all of the extra things he would give to her, for example for her birthday or holidays, apart from the rest of the family. She doesn't think this is anything suspicious, because he said that the reason he was giving her the additional gifts was because she was always overshadowed by her brothers, and she deserved extra attention that she didn't get from her mother and I. My daughter told us that the decision to keep the relationship a secret was mutual. They thought that if her mother and I found out about the relationship, we would stop paying for her apartment and school tuition, and she is now graduated. She said they did not tell her friends, because they didn't think it was right to ask them to lie to us as well. His friends were aware of the relationship. My wife asked if she had felt bad or guilty about all the lying they had to do to keep the relationship a secret. We were having weekly dinners for three years when they had been dating while they sat across the table from us pretending they weren't.

Our daughter had even made up boys she told us she had been dating at college. A few times she had posted photos of herself with a male friend and had told us that was a man she was dating. She said that she felt guilty about lying, but Jackson had told her that it would be worth it in the long run. I introduced the idea of family therapy. She said that she did not need it. I told her that she was always welcome into our home, though Jackson is not. She would like Jackson and I to speak, but I do not think that is a wise idea right now. I appreciate any input on this situation.

Thank you. Adding additional worrisome incidents that I put in a comment, her niece, who is her age, has told us that there were times when my wife and I would go out and Jackson would come over to hang out with them. She recalled multiple times when my daughter and Jackson would cuddle on the couch together, under blankets, etc. This behavior never happened when my wife and I were home. Dash, there were times when my daughter had get together said our house.

when we were out of town and Jackson would supply them with alcohol my middle son, whose bedroom is the only one downstairs. Had heard Jackson leaving our house late at night slash early in the morning a few times well after he had moved out and was not staying over. When he had asked him why he was there, Jackson had told him he had left things at our home and needed to pick them up. This would have been when my daughter was 1518. Dash my brother has told me on a family vacation Jackson had too much to drink and he overheard him

calling my daughter princess. At the time he had assumed he was calling her this in a teasing, sibling way, like an insult, but he realizes now he was saying it as a flirtatious pet name. She was 15. Final Update. I have received many messages asking for an update. The truth is, my wife and I have decided to just accept the relationship. We have made it clear that we think it is inappropriate and we are furious and devastated at when the relationship began. However, my daughter has admitted that the reason they opened up about their relationship and engagement is because my daughter is currently 16 weeks pregnant with their first child. For the health of my daughter and grandchild, we believe the best thing to do is be supportive

and make it clear to her that our door is always open to her. Unfortunately, my daughter has made it clear that she does not want any animosity or hostile feelings regarding her fiancé. We are no longer going to pursue charges against him because we do not believe that is best for the situation right now. Understandably, my two sons are not happy with what's going on. There was a physical altercation between Jackson and my oldest son, however, that has since been settled and all parties have agreed to behave amicably for the sake of my daughter and her child. Thank you everyone for your words of advice and encouragement.

Now for the next story. For 12 long years, I tried to reconciling with my cheating ex, but it was all in vain. She never loved me like before. Story 2. It took 16 years. My wife and I married young in our early 20s. We both came from trouble homes with domestic abuse, de yuguse, ex-sseul abuse, you name it. First time I was left to be tended to buy government officials, I was two. My childhood strengthened by convictions. Hers made her weak. I was in it for the long haul, alcoholics anonymous, narcotics anonymous, therapy slash counseling, you name it. I was the person that who showed up, not anyone from her family.

In our fourth year of marriage, she had an affair with a mutual friend. She trickled truth in additional affair later. She followed the adultery handbook and denied, denied, denied as I stood there with the evidence in my hand. not an ounce of remorse exist addition. Then the evidence was presented. She broke down. Blamed me that our relationship wasn't moving forward. All my friends have kids blah, blah, blah.

We had agreed in conversation multiple times that kids were to start at the five-year mark imagined that. Communication and agreement in full force. She followed the remorseful playbook, gave a timeline, confessed to everything. Allegedly, we did couples therapy and individual therapy. I found out when we were starting to try and have kids. I was thumbing through medical files and came across a receipt for an appointment in which the morning after pill was issued.

It was recent at the time. I kept it and waited until I had hard evidence. Sure enough, she was pregnant. We did a blood test when our child was born. So as mentioned, we proceeded with reconciliation. Twelve years later, I can conclusively say, Recon is an absolute waste of time and energy. My feelings for her were never the same.

I could never look at her as my lover. We have SX. It's crazy, intense, awesome and kinky, probably due to her still carrying the guilt of her affair. Then it started. She started asking about having enough. child. About where we would retire together. All I can think is F. Dash that. She's a fine partner, good-looking, since recon she's been engaging, loving, and well. Present in the relationship,

all I can think is who cares. I wasn't good enough to be faithful to at my peak. My peak physical condition. My peak mental and emotional states. She ripped the rug out from under me 12 years ago. I thought we had a great relationship then. Now I can't help but want to do the same. I've given her the kids she wanted. The house, the life. I've made sacrifices to make all this work. I'm done.

I made an appointment with a divorce attorney. No more talks of future. Dry your tears. This is the outcome you chose. You showed me there are no teammates in life. Now you can learn the same lesson. When you feel it's all going so right, here comes the rug pull, enjoy it. I know I will enjoy my freedom from this monster.

Now for the next story. I feel a growing urge to speak out, but I have to restrain myself. Story 3, hey all, I'm back again for more shoring up. If you have been following my saga, go to my profile if you want to get caught up. I have recently found out that what I thought was an EA that my STBXH was having in the summer was actually a PA that started sometime last winter. I have found tons of info over the past couple weeks. Hotels, weekends that I thought he was with the boys when he was with her.

I filed and he doesn't know yet. He's still under the impression that I believe the lies he told me in January about how the affair was never physical. I'm trying to keep my mouth shut so that he can be served and vacate the premises in the same day. I don't want to have to sit through more bullsh-tie crying and apologizing, and blah-blah like I have already done. I also don't want to give him time to start hiding assets and erasing evidence before I'm ready. If you would have asked me a month ago if I thought he would do any of this, I would have laughed and told you there was no way, but now, I don't trust him to do the right thing, obviously. So I feel like I need to hit him hard when he doesn't expect it. It will be like 10 to 14 days until he served though and I'm going insane here.

Keeping this all in is giving me migraines and making my stomach hurt. I'm so disgusted that, one, he did this during F. King pandemic, I had COVID early on, and now I have to think about the possibility that I got it from him. He never got sick, but that doesn't really mean anything, does it? 2. I have not been with another man in 20 plus years, and I now get to humiliate myself by going to the doctor to get an STD panel done. 3. He comes home and acts like nothing is going on. I can see his loka tie-in services, and I know when he's been with her nearly every day. He comes home, we talk about our days, he eats dinner with all of us, jokes around. It's surreal to see him act like he has always acted, knowing what I know, he's. been having little Saul dire troubles. Ha! It's worn out as all, for a few weeks now so

at least I don't have to worry about SX, but just laying next to him in the bed, knowing what I know, is Tere, I'm going back and forth between rage and a bottomless well of sadness. I look around our home and I see memories everywhere. I don't know how he could do this to me, to our kids, to our extended families. We have been together a long time and our families are very important to us both. How do I look at my mill, whom I love as much, if not more, LOL, than my own mother, and tell her why I'm divorcing her son? She just lost her husband and now this. At least my fill isn't here to see what a disgusting, immoral, selfish, weak pig he raised, he would be heartbroken to know this. The other part of me wants to throw all his Sht on the lawn and tell everyone what he did. I want to scratch his eyes out and beat the hell

out of him. I just need to come here and vent periodically so I can keep myself in check for a few more days, if you made it this far, thanks for hearing me. Now for the next story, it gets better my friends, Story 4. January 2020 I found out my wife was cheating on me, I was the happiest guy in Marridge, it was the life for me, sure we had our arguments in marriage, who doesn't. I think it's healthy to work out differences and be able to grow together. Anyways, I really cared about that girl, would have done anything for her. A few months prior, my ex had gotten a new job, I was very excited to her, it wasn't long before I noticed her behavior changing, taste in music, clothes, desires to smoke

marijuana, and drinking, this was something that really threw me off. We had agreed before marriage we were going to avoid any substances like that, it's trash, I leave for a weekend golf trip with friends, no, this is not a common occurrence. The day I plan to come home I call her and tell her I'll be home later than evening and that I love her. She never said that she loved me back. This really was odd to me. I pushed to find out why. She says we will talk when I get home.

I have a pit in my stomach, really wondering what is going on. When I get home she tells me that I've been a terrible husband since we got married and that she had been trying to help me become a better husband, but I just wasn't see able. This really threw me for a loop. I thought things were great. we were so happy together I thought. I looked up to my wife, I really believe that I had failed somewhere, I legit thought she was an angel and I screwed up, I just couldn't put my finger on it, she proceeded to tell me she was leaving for a few days to her mothers, I was broke,

sat in the shower for an hour or two, my world was torn. Everything I thought my life would be was now uncertain, all the energy, work, time I had put into the marriage was all for nothing, I didn't know. I shot her a text telling her how sorry I was. I just didn't know what I was actually apologizing for. She comes home a few days later and proceeds to tell me I need to leave. I did. Looking back, I can't believe I did, terrible move. I leave to my parents for a few days. One night my dad asks me why the hell I am still at his home, out of love, and I didn't have an answer. Nothing was making sense. Nothing was being fixed while we were apart. I hopped in my car and drove back home to make this work.

Heart is pounding as I open the door to find her on the couch wide-eyed. She frantically starts texting on her phone. I don't really notice that part, but I remember that. I ask her what I need to do to make this work. She tells me I have to leave or she will call the police. I'm like what the hell. This is my home. She tells me she is having friends over for a party,

a married couple from church come over who were our friends and they were shocked to see me there. Their arms are full with liquor, way more liquor than they need. for the three of them, they knew this wasn't okay with me. The husband of the couple couldn't stand to be in the room with me and quickly left home. I was so confused, am I really getting divorced and have no idea why, what's going on? I went to bed in my bed, sick, she is in the living room with her friend quiet. I ask my wife the next morning to go to counseling.

She says she doesn't want to. I beg her and finally get her to go, that was pointless. I ask her as we are leaving the appointment if she is dating someone else, she says no. I'm so lost and broken, driving home I could care less if a semi-truck hit me head on, that was a dark place to be, I believe in God and I pray a lot. I felt the urge to go to my wife's relatives who I had a good relationship with, I drive up to their home and sit on their couch, they seem to know what's going on between us and they tell me how sorry they are for me

and that I shouldn't take this SHT any longer. That they aren't surprised this is happening as my ex has done similar things in the past, before I knew her, I break down in tears on the couch, finally some validation from people who weren't supposed to be on my team, I knew it was over but still didn't know why, I move money from the bank AC count. I grab valuables from my home since I know she is at a friend sleeping over she calls and cusses me out and says a plethora of things I don't remember once she sees money gone, probably can't write them here anyways, get ready the next day I grab a form to get her

off my joint bank account, I go to her work to get the paper signed and notarized. I'm leaving the parking lot when a relative of hers calls me and tells me that she has been cheating on me with a co-worker this entire time, I break, it felt amazing and sickening at the same time, amazing because I could finally make sense out of it all, sick because how? How could she do this to me, she loved me, was supposed to, when she saw me suffering, how could she not feel bad? When I told her I wanted to die, and she told me that she didn't care and that I should get help, how could someone do this? How could she gaslight me for months? Make me question my sanity. I called her and she admitted to the affair, I said some things in a rage, all I remember is I wanted

her to change her last name because she is a disgrace to my family, she still hasn't, remember I have had a great life, I surround myself with people I trust, I avoid drama, I don't know how to act when lied to, I loved her, to death. I didn't know the guy she had an affair with, I wanted to stop my car and confront the guy, thank goodness I didn't, I always carry, my emotions were at an all-time high, crushed, I don't even know if this thread makes sense at this point, it was over, divorce took longer than I wanted, for some reason she felt entitled to a lot of things. The ring, and basically all our gifts from the wedding, she must have really done some mental gymnastics to make herself feel like a victim,

unconscionable Imho, all I got from the marriage was a toaster, it's a joke in the family now, I didn't want that stuff anyways, bunch of Horcruxes, L.O.L. Also, thank goodness we didn't have any kids. I'm here to tell all of you that it gets better. Divorce is not a bad thing. I have a nice townhome now. I'm dating a lot.

There are so many great girls. Wow, I have my great job still, do much to be thankful for. I can honestly say that I don't hate my ex. nothing to me, like a long lost memory. I don't even remember the color of her eyes or her phone number, couldn't care less what happens with her as I wouldn't know how to find out if I wanted to. I've cut off contact with everyone in her family, and there were some great people there. I think they all knew what was going on all along, just glad one of them came clean to me, once again.

Hang in there, know your worth, I believe that I have good things coming, I'll look back one day and be so glad my life worked out the way it did, it's all a blur now, and I apologize for the wordy post. I was surprised I couldn't remember a whole lot more. That's a good thing, though, right. I hope you enjoy this story. Mother covertly attempted to place my infant for adoption as she believed that my child would detract attention from my sister's nuptials. Consequently, I sought legal intervention and now, she's convicted. So my sister is getting married at the end of this year and I gave birth to my son about three weeks ago. Everybody was happy about this apart from my mother, and I was not even surprised because to her, nothing is more important

than her darling baby, and that happens to be my little sister. I obviously got pregnant about a while ago and my sister got engaged to her boyfriend of three years when I was six months pregnant, and anybody who understands math would know that by the time my sister got married, I would have given birth to the baby already. It would have been one thing if my sister was the kind of person who wanted a small wedding and would plan it quickly, but she wanted an elaborate and grand wedding, which would obviously take a lot of time and she and her fiancé had been quite clear about that right from the beginning. But even then, a couple of weeks after their engagement, my mom showed up at my house, looking all worried and stuff and she told me that she wanted me to do

something about because she did not want me to upset my sister. My sister and I are not close in the slightest, she's a spoiled brat, and ever since my father passed away a couple of years ago, we have had no contact. The only reason I even stayed in touch with my mother after my dad's passing was because I had promised him that I would look after her because he did not think my sister would be up to the task. She was just not responsible enough. And even though my sister had always been my mom's favorite, I had tried my best to maintain a relationship with her until recently. When she showed up at my house to tell me that my sister was engaged and was getting married, I thought that she had just come over to share the good news with me, but she then went on to tell me that since I was giving birth the same year as she was getting married.

It would take away her limelight because obviously a pregnancy was a bigger milestone than a wedding. I don't even understand what that was about, and I told her that she was being paranoid, unnecessarily because first of all, it's not like people would skip her wedding because I had a baby or whatever. And I wasn't even going to be invited to her wedding since she hadn't even been invited to mine because we're not friends. So there was no way that I could overshadow her, I wouldn't even be there and she or my mom had nothing to worry about. And I'm not some celebrity, so I was pretty sure that even at her wedding, nobody would be talking about me or my baby. I thought that these were all valid points, but my mother told me that I needed

to hide my pregnancy and my baby from everyone in the family and all our common friends as well because she did not want me to steal my sister's limelight. I thought that it was crazy and I got into a huge fight with her, after which I did not speak to her anymore. I felt bad. about breaking my promise to my father, but there was no other option for me because she was obviously acting senile, and I was already pregnant and quite irritable, I just couldn't handle her idiotic statements. So she hasn't been there for anything after that, it's just been me, my husband, and his family taking care of the baby ever since he was gone, and my mother wasn't even there for the birth of the child. My husband had called her that day, but she had refused to show up since she was

out with my sister that day. I'm pretty sure that even if she hadn't been out with her, she still wouldn't have shown up because I'm just not a priority for her and that's the bitter truth. If she could have abandoned her own daughter and our relationship because she thought that I was stealing the limelight from my sister, just by giving birth, then I had nothing to say to her. So because of all of these things, we had absolutely no contact and I was fine with it. But then, she called me up a couple of days ago and when I did not answer initially, she started texting me frantically and told me to answer the call because she had to talk to me about something very important that happened. It was clear that she had some bad news to share with me

and I really did not want to talk to her, but then, I just kept thinking about the promise that I had made to my father and decided to answer her. And I'm really glad that I did because that's how I found out that she is in legal trouble because she tried to put my baby up for adoption without our consent and the adoption agency found out about it. It was a case of fraud and misrepresentation because apparently, she had contacted an adoption agency and falsely claimed that she had the power of attorney since both my husband and deemed unfit to take care of our baby by the court. So now, as the custodial caretaker of the baby, she had decided to put him up for adoption, but obviously, they easily found out that all the legal documentation that she had provided

had been fake and immediately stopped the process. Now, they were going to take this up legally, and basically, she was calling me because she was scared about what was about to happen next. She had been informed by them that they were going to take legal action against her and she would be served in a couple of days. But before they could find out how to contact me and inform me, she decided to tell me about it herself, so I would be able to help her out somehow. She had been crying on the phone and begging me to help her out, but I could hardly even understand how she could expect me to help her when she had done something so horrible. I could understand that she wanted my sister to have all that limelight but going out of

her way to put my baby up for adoption? That was just disgusting and I think it was pretty stupid as well because this way, it's just going to bring more attention to me because now, I plan on suing her too. After she explained the situation to me, I just disconnected the phone call because I had nothing to say to her anymore. I did not feel bad for her at all, In fact, I thought that she deserved this and even worse, of course, later that day, I was contacted by the adoption agency so they could let me know what was going on and I could do the needful. I had already spoken to my husband after my mother's phone call and after the adoption agency contacted us as well. The two of us decided that we were going to pursue legal action

against her as well because could do something like that and hope to get away with it. So we spoke to a lawyer a day after that and within a few days, we had filed the civil lawsuit against her. The proceedings against her are going to start soon but given the seriousness of the situation, criminal charges have been filed against her as well so, there is little to no scope for mediation. The best that she can hope for is an out-of-court settlement or maybe a plea bargain for the criminal charges, but even then, she might be facing jail time anyway. She's under house arrest right now, but she can still contact me and that's why she has been sending me emails one after the other and begging me to help her out somehow at least.

She's been apologizing and telling me that she just got away because she had been very upset with my decision not to hide my baby and my pregnancy for my sister's sake, but obviously, she knows that it was a messed up thing to do and she's really sorry for it. I had been able to ignore her so far, but then, she hit me when it hurt yesterday and reminded me that I had promised my father that no matter what, I would always take care of her and this didn't seem like taking care of her right now. That kind of caught me off guard because I had had that conversation with my father in private and I didn't even know that she knew about that promise that I had made. So now, I'd have for suing my mother for trying to put my baby up for adoption without my consent or knowledge? Update 1. I have decided not to drop the civil lawsuit against her. She deserves this. She brought this on to herself, and I'm not going to back down just because of the promise that I had made. I had taken it very seriously for the past couple of years, ever since my first couple of years,

my father passed away, and I had tried my best to live up to the promise that I had made, but at this moment, it's just emotional manipulation. And it's emotional manipulation at its finest, which is why I almost fell for it as well. But using my father to defend herself, that's just low. A lot of people have criticized me for even bothering to live up to the promise for so long when it was so evident that my mother couldn't care less about me, but I don't know if you guys have ever lost a parent, that stuff is heavy. and I lost my father to cancer, so this was literally a promise that I had made to him on his deathbed.

I don't know about everybody else, but that's not the kind of thing that I can take lightly and that's why I've been putting up with my mother for so long, but this is crossing a line. Anyway, now that I have made up my mind, nothing can make me back down, and even my husband thinks that I have made the right call. I'm not even asking for a lot of money, I just want her to pay whatever I have spent on her in the past couple of years because I have been taking care of her, since my sister wouldn't spend even a dollar on her. To be fair to her, though, she doesn't spend any money on anybody apart from herself, so it's not very surprising, and it's probably the reason why my father had asked me to be there for my mom, but I don't

think he could have seen something like this happening at any point in the future. I'm sure that he will forgive me for this. And even if he doesn't, I still have to do it for my own sake. I also thought it through, her having to pay back the money that she owes me is not going to cost her everything. I know for a fact that my father had not only left her the house, but a substantial sum of money as well. So she will be able to get by and even apart from that, she has her brother to take care of her after me. And even if she does lose everything because of this lawsuit, it's still not going to be any of my concern because I have tried my very best, and it's not been enough, and I don't think anything will ever be enough for her. I am done trying to be a good

daughter, I'm simply a mother now and that's my only priority. Update 2, so it has been a few weeks since my last update, and we are currently in the process of mediating since everybody wants to settle the civil lawsuit out of court. It hasn't been going well so far and we have had to terminate every session after a while because my mother would get too emotional and would start screaming and stuff. I don't know if that's her strategy or if she's actually losing it. Whatever the case is, it's just delaying the inevitable and I don't think she realizes that there is no way out of this for her. My uncle has also reached out to me to try and convince me to back off,

and he has told me that the amount that I'm demanding from her as a settlement is way too huge and unfair. He has also brought up the fact that she was the one who had raised me from when I was a baby, and this is really ungrateful of me, not to forgive her for one stupid little mistake. But that's the thing, it was not a stupid little mistake, she had literally, with false documentation, and I don't think if it had been a heat of the moment session, she would have been able to come up with that.

It was all premeditated and that's the scary part because by some fluke, if the adoption agency hadn't done its due diligence, she probably wouldn't even have been caught. And the more that I think about the situation, the less forgiving I feel, and I feel like no amount of money is ever going to make up for what she did. At least, I'm being kind enough to only demand whatever I had spent on her so far and not a single dollar more.

Obviously, that's not mentioned anywhere in the paperwork, so he wouldn't know that, but even when I mentioned that to him, he still told me that it was extremely unfair of me to do so. After a while, I started getting agitated, and I really did not want to fight with him because so far, my uncle and I have not had a bad relationship and I do not want to ruin that, but since he seemed to be bent on doing exactly that, I started fighting with him as well. I told him that if he cared so much about his sister, then maybe he should just bail her out by offering to bear the cost of the settlement himself. And then we could be done with this a lot quicker. And that's when he started yelling at me and stuff, calling me all sorts of names, and I ended the

phone call because clearly, there was no point in speaking to him anymore. I don't even understand how anybody can find themselves to defend her right now, given the circumstances. On one hand, I had my uncle, and on the other, I have my sister, who has been insufferable ever since she found out about the lawsuit against our mother. I don't know why, but she has been making me out to be the villain in this situation, claiming that I'm doing this all because I want to get back at her and my mom for not paying me enough attention. At least my uncle had the guts to come speak to me directly. She has been speaking behind that we know, and that's how everybody in the family has been able to find out about the lawsuit and stuff. I really did not want that happening because I did not

want to answer questions, since this is really personal and kind of disturbing and I didn't think that it was necessary for me to talk to people about this. But since she has been talking everybody's ears off about it, people have had a lot of questions and have been reaching out to me as well. So even though I did not want to bring it up with anyone right now, I'm having to answer questions and the only reason I'm even doing it is because at some point, I might have to get them to testify if this goes to court so I'm just consoling myself by telling myself that this was bound to come out at some point at the other. So better now than later. But the bigger problem is the narrative that my sister has been setting, like I got vindictive and stuff and that's why I'm pursuing this legally. I don't even think

she understands the gravity of what our mother has been trying to do and this is not some sort of sibling rivalry that is manifesting itself in the form of lawsuits and whatever. I don't even understand how somebody can be so stupid and self-involved, but well, it's my sister, so it's not very surprising. After all, she is my mother's true daughter. Anyway, I've been speaking to the rest of my family and it's kind of funny that this whole thing had actually started because my mother wanted my sister's wedding to be the event of the year, and that's why she wanted me to hide my pregnancy and my baby and stuff. But now, because of her own actions, this is going to be the family highlight for a long time to come, not just this year.

I hate to acknowledge it, but it's pretty scandalous from a gossip point of view, and if I myself had not been involved in this directly, I probably would have found it pretty juicy as well. It sounds a bit trashy to say out loud, but it's really just poetic justice for my sister because now, not even her wedding can top something like this. Update 3, hi, so my mother has agreed to our terms and enough, we will be receiving our settlement money. But apart from that, she is still under trial for her criminal charges right now. She and her lawyer are doing their best to get her out of it without any jail time, but looking bleak from what I know. I have already been asked to testify by the prosecution and so have the

people from the adoption agency, so let's see how that goes. Apart from that, even my sister and a couple of other people from the family who are close to us have also been contacted. It has been a couple of weeks since our last update and so far, things have been going well for our family. We even managed to sneak in a short weekend trip with our son so we could go see his great-grandparents. I don't mean my grandparents, they're not around anymore, but, thankfully, my husband's grandparents are still around and when we went to see them and spoke to them about whatever was going on in our family, they told me that I was doing the right thing by stepping up for my child. I even shared the guilt that I was feeling because I had broken my

promise to my father, but they told me that I had nothing to feel bad about because if my father had been around, he would have probably told me to go for it because this is just insane. So that made me feel considerably better about everything and I guess I really needed a change of scenery because when I came back, I started feeling really refreshed. And it had definitely been quite a distressing experience for me, so far, because even though my mother and I had had differences in the past, it had never gone to these levels. In the last couple of sessions with our lawyers, she had probably realized that screaming and terminating our sessions was not going to make anything better, and eventually, it would end up going to court and that would probably end even more badly for her.

So probably at the advice of her lawyer, she decided to behave herself and let her lawyer do all the talking. She would hardly even look at me and even when she would, she would look very quickly. Like she couldn't bring herself to even glance at me and I think it's a good thing because she doesn't deserve to feel like she has the right to even see me anymore. My uncle and my sister are still actively spreading hate against me in the family, but that hardly matters to me because anybody who wants to be on my side, they are going to be on my side, nevertheless, and people who just want to gossip, I'm sure that they are going to stick to the sidelines and not actively get involved.

So they don't pose any threat to me. And as long as that's happening, I'm fine with whatever they're saying about me because I'm secure enough to know that it won't make it the truth just because they're saying it. Update 4. So it's been a little over a month since my last update and my mother had agreed to my terms and a couple of weeks ago, our settlement money finally came through. We are setting that aside for our son's future because we can do without that money right now. We are quite happy with it because anyway, this was the money that we were owed since this is

what I had been spending on my mother in the past couple of years after my father passed away. My sister knows that, but in spite of that, she showed up the other day and started accusing me of ruining her wedding because apparently, our mother had promised her that she would pay for part of the wedding and now, since I had sued her and taken back all the money that she had, our mother won't be able to live up to that anymore. And it's all my fault, apparently. It was crazy because literally why she was yelling at me about it, she had mentioned it herself, that I had taken back all the money that she had.

taken back, which meant that it was originally mine, so it's not like she wasn't aware of the situation. And in spite of that, she still thought that it was appropriate to be yelling at me instead of questioning why any of this was happening at all. When she showed up, I hadn't even let her in, so I had been speaking to her at the door, and the second she started yelling at me, I slammed the door shut because I really did not need this. I was already quite busy with work because even though I was on maternity leave, I was still trying to work from home so I wouldn't be overwhelmed when I rejoined. And on top of that, I had to look after my son as well, so I did not have time for this drama. But even when I shut the door, she did not take the

hint and continue to stand outside and scream about how unfair everything had been for her. After a while, when she still did not leave, I started to get annoyed, and I decided to call the cops. Within a couple of minutes, they had shown up and while they were dragging her away, she started cursing at me so loudly that even the neighbors, who had probably been peeking outside from behind the curtains until then, actually came out to watch what was going on. It was extremely embarrassing and while she was cursing at me, she also said a bunch of concerning things about me and my child, I don't want to repeat that, but they were pretty threatening and I didn't feel comfortable with it at all. I had already called my husband up and

told him what was going on as soon as I had called the cops, so he came back home earlier than usual, and I told him whatever my sister had been saying or rather, threatening us with while the cops were dragging her away. One of the officers had even suggested that we file a restraining order because obviously, there was something very wrong going on with her. And we do think that it would be a good idea to go ahead with the rest of the restraining order because I really don't feel safe anymore. Now that I think about it, she not only knows where I live, she knows every other way how to contact me and if she took it upon herself to try and make me feel uncomfortable, she would easily succeed in doing so. I'm not saying that she's going to go ahead and do whatever

she had threatened me with, but even apart from that, there are other ways to intimidate a person and I'm just scared because I'm a mother now and I don't want episodes like this repeating again. So after a really long discussion with my husband, we decided that we were going to move. I had already been planning to change my phone number and other contact info so that people wouldn't be able to contact me without having a good relationship with me first. It's not even just about my sister. I have had a lot of messages and phone calls from people who only wanted gossip, and it's getting really annoying at this point.

So that was another reason for me to change everything because the last thing that I need is visitors who only want to talk about this situation and gossip about it. My husband has been doing well for himself and if we need to, we can just ask you. my in-laws, but we will definitely be moving. And we will also definitely be filing for a restraining order against my sister because she's clearly unhinged, and I don't want her coming around anymore. Everything has been pretty expensive for us so far because we have had to pay for our lawyer, and of course, we have a newborn with us, so even that's pretty expensive. The finances have been a bit tight recently and with the move and everything, it's probably going to get even more

expensive for us. But when I think about my son, it seems worth the trouble. I'm honestly just really tired of everything, but my husband and my son are the only people who keep me going and motivated to do better. I don't think I said enough, but I'm really happy and lucky to have found a partner who understands me so well, and I would say that I'm pretty lucky that even his family has been standing by me throughout all of this. To be frank, after my dad had passed away, it was mostly my in-laws, who had been there for me, even more than my own mother. And I know for a fact that not everybody is lucky enough to have such wonderful in-laws, so I'm very thankful for them as well. It has been a really messy and exhausting past couple of months and I'm just really hoping that

it comes to an end soon. Update 5, hey, so last week, the verdict of my mother's trial finally came through, and she has been convicted on all charges. Since she is a first-time offender, she's going to have to pay a huge fine as restitution to both the adoption agency and me along with several hours of community service. She has been able to dodge incarceration, but she does have to attend court-mandated mental health treatment in a rehabilitation facility since her lawyer made it seem like she had been going through some psychological stuff. I'm not in touch with her anymore and haven't been ever since she agreed to the terms of our civil lawsuit and we came to a settlement. I found out about it from a couple of family members and well, I guess it's fair

enough. I also managed to get a restraining order against my sister soon after my last update, so that's another win for me. We are currently in the process of moving houses and it's a bit stressful, but well, we can handle it. And especially with the money that's about to come in, it's been a huge relief for us. So we might not need to ask our in-laws for help at all, and we won't even need to dip into the settlement money that we had decided to put aside for our son, so it's all worked out in our favor. And even though my mother got lucky legally, she hadn't been so lucky in her personal life. I've been hearing a lot of gossips and have even been sent screenshots of my sister's recent post on social media and she has denounced anything

that her mother has done so far, going so far as to claim that she had no knowledge of any of this until recently and that she behavior at all, and things that she deserves to get convicted. Even though that's not what she had been saying to me before everything went wrong, before that she had been strongly on our mother's side. From what I know, she did this because her fiancé and her in-laws had not been comfortable with the idea of him marrying into a family like this, which is quite understandable, actually, and they had been considering postponing the wedding, which is why she decided to cut off our mother in such a public way. It sucks for our mom because all her life, she had been dedicated to my sister and now, this is what she gets. It's pretty sad but well-deserved,

and I don't feel bad for her at all. Now that I'm moving, I'm going to have nothing to do with these people, and I really can't wait. I hope you enjoy this story. Spouse admitted to being unfaithful with my sibling at our beloved eatery where I had planned to share the news of my long-awaited pregnancy after half a decade. Trying. Henry and I have been married for five years now. I thought our marriage was going great until out of nowhere, my husband confessed to having an affair with my freaking sister. You see, we're both doctors and while that might seem glamorous or fulfilling to outsiders,

it also brings its own set of complexities into our relationship. The long hours, the emotional toll of caring for patients, and the fact that we are both deeply passionate and good at what we do means that our marriage hasn't always been picture-perfect. Balancing our careers with personal time has been tough, and there have been moments when the weight of our jobs made things more difficult. But through it all, we've managed to support each other. He is my partner and I never had any shred of doubt in my head that I would be spending the

rest of my life with him. In fact, two months ago, I discovered that I was pregnant. When we first got married, Henry, and I were eager to start a family. We tried for a while, but despite our hopes and best efforts, it just never happened for us so eventually, we made peace with it. We stopped actively trying, telling ourselves that if it was meant to be, it would happen in its own time. Letting go of that dream was hard, but we poured our energy into our careers and our relationships,

trusting that fate would guide us. So, when I suddenly started experiencing morning sickness, I didn't immediately jump to conclusions. Part of me thought it might just be stress or something related to work, but I decided to take a pregnancy test anyway just to rule out the possibility. When the result came back positive, I was completely floored. It was such an overwhelming moment, full of disbelief and excitement. I never thought that after all these years would find myself staring at that little test, realizing I was going to have a baby. The emotions washed over me in waves, and I had to sit down

to process the reality that I was actually pregnant. It was a mix of joy and wonder. At that moment, my first thought was to share the news with Henry. I knew how much this would mean to him after everything we'd been through. But at the time, he was away at the time, attending a series of of medical conferences. This news was too important to be shared over the phone or through a quick text message so I decided to wait until he returned so I could tell him face to face, knowing that seeing his reaction in person would make the moment all the more meaningful. The day Henry was supposed to come back from his trip, I had everything planned out perfectly. I wanted to make the moment special, to celebrate the incredible news that I was pregnant.

I had arranged a lunch for us at our favorite restaurant, the one we always went to for important occasions or when we just needed some time to ourselves. It was a place that held a lot of memories for us quiet, cozy, and with all the imagined the joy and surprise on his face when I told him the news. Thinking of how this moment would be the start of a new chapter in our lives. When I went to pick him up at the airport, though, I could immediately sense that something was off. Henry looked preoccupied, almost lost in thought. He didn't greet me the way he usually would. There was no warm hug, no excitement in his eyes at seeing me after being apart for a while. He barely even said hello, and I could feel the distance in his demeanor. I tried to brush it off,

thinking maybe the long flights or the stress of the conference had taken a toll on him. I mentioned the reservation at our favorite restaurant, hoping that it would lift his mood and give us a chance to reconnect. But to my surprise, he sighed, visibly irritated, and said, we should probably cancel and just head back home. His tone was sharp, almost as if he were annoyed at the idea. I was taken aback by his reaction. I mean, it wasn't like we had any other major plans for the day, and I thought a nice lunch together would be just the thing to help him unwind. I reasoned with him, saying that since we'd probably end up ordering takeout anyway, it would be better to enjoy a quick lunch out and then head home. He sighed exasperatedly and gave me a

Kurt nod. Then, as if I weren't even there, he went back to looking at his phone, scrolling absent-mindedly, while I drove us to the restaurant. By the time we got to the restaurant, the energy between us felt heavy. We took our seats at the table, but Henry hardly spoke a word. Wanting to ease the tension, I asked him about the conference, hoping to spark some conversation. But his responses were short, cold, and distant just one-word answers that didn't lead anywhere. It was so unlike him. Normally, after these trips, he would share stories about the people he met, the interesting talks he attended, or the new ideas he came across.

But this time, it felt like he was holding something back, and I couldn't help but wonder what was really going on. To be fair, I had noticed a slight shift in Henry's behavior in the past few weeks before our lunch that day. He had started growing distant, and while part of me was concerned, I chalked it up to the usual stress that comes with being a doctor. Our jobs are demanding, often leaving us mentally and physically drained, so I obviously didn't think much of it at first. We had both been through rough patches before due to the pressures of work, and I assumed this was just another one of those times.

I kept telling myself that he would eventually open up once things settled down, that his mood would improve after his conference, and that we'd get back to normal. But sitting across from him at lunch that day, watching him barely acknowledge me, hardly speak, I began to feel more and more uneasy. Still, I tried to push the nervousness aside. I had waited long enough to tell him about the baby, and despite the tension between us, I was desperate to share the news. I thought maybe, just maybe, hearing about the pregnancy would snap him out of whatever was bothering him, and we could find joy in this life-changing moment together. But as I was gathering the courage to tell him, just when I was about to share the happiest news of our lives, Henry looked up from his plate, his voice

low and steady, and said the words I never imagined hearing. I'd been cheating on you. At first, I didn't even register what he said. The restaurant was noisy, with conversations and clinking dishes all around us, and for a second, I thought I had misheard. I let out a nervous laugh and asked, what? As if his words had been some kind of mistake. But then he looked me in the eyes something he hadn't really done all day and repeated himself, this time more clearly, with an emotionless, almost detached tone. I have been sleeping with your sister. In that moment, the world around me seemed to stop. My face went numb. My husband was sleeping with my sister, Lexi. Of all people my sister. I stared at him, my mind struggling to grasp the meaning of his words. I asked him again,

what do you mean? Though deep down, I already knew. I didn't want to believe it, but the look on his face left no room for doubt. He just sat there, staring straight at me with an expression so cold and emotionless, like this was just another fact he was stating, something casual and insignificant. There was no remorse, no sign of the man I thought I knew, the man I had loved and trusted for all these years. It felt like everything I had known our marriage, our bond, even my own sister was crumbling right in front of me, and I was powerless to stop it. My eyes began to well up with tears. I could feel the sting of betrayal deep in my chest. With a trembling voice, I asked him, when did it start? I needed to know. I wasn't sure why, but some part of me hoped

that maybe this was all a mistake, a misunderstanding. He began to tell me, almost casually, how he and Lexi had been sleeping together for the past few months. My heart sank further with each word. He said it all started after Lexi had broken up with her last boyfriend. She was devastated after the breakup and had started coming over to our place frequently for support. I remember those days vividly. I had welcomed her into our home, wanting to be there for her during such a tough time. She was my sister, and I thought we were helping her heal.

But little did I know, behind my back, Henry and Lexi were getting closer in ways I could have never imagined. Yes, they had always been friendly. In fact, I remember thinking at the time how nice it was that my husband and my sister got along so well. It gave me comfort, knowing that we were all so close as a family. But never in my wildest nightmares did I think they were that close, that they were sleeping together. I couldn't process the enormity of it, the betrayal from both of them. As Henry continued to speak, explaining his affair, I felt everything around me start to blur. I didn't want to hear him anymore. Nothing made sense. My stomach churned and I felt like I was going to be sick. So I grabbed my keys off the table and stood up abruptly. I didn't

care that we were in the middle of a crowded restaurant. I didn't care that people might have been watching. I just had to get out of there. Henry started calling after me as I rushed toward the exit to find my car. It was only when I was in the car driving towards my house. house, that I heard my phone ringing. It was Henry, of course. Over and over, he called me, not to apologize, but to scold me for abandoning him at the restaurant and for overreacting in front of everybody. I screamed into the phone, telling him to get an Uber and leave me alone. I could barely see the road through my tears as I drove home, my mind racing and my heart shattered. When I finally got home, I locked myself in our bedroom. That is when I broke down completely

I was completely, sobbing uncontrollably as the reality of what had just happened crashed down on me. I couldn't wrap my mind around it. My husband, the man I loved, and my own sister how could they betray me like this? I cried until I had no tears left, and my body was completely exhausted. At some point, Henry must have arrived back at the house. I heard him knocking on the bedroom door, his voice muffled through the wood. He kept saying he wanted to talk, but I couldn't bear to. face him. I couldn't listen to him anymore. I refused to open the door, lying on the bed,

curled up in a ball, as my tears stained the pillow. I didn't know how long I stayed like that, but at some point, I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up, it was already midnight. The house was eerily quiet, and Henry had stopped knocking. I decided to head downstairs to get something to eat as I felt hungry. When I got to the living room, I saw Henry asleep. on the couch, his phone resting on the table next to him. The sight of him lying there, looking so peaceful, made my blood boil. How could he sleep so easily after what he had just confessed to me? I stood there for a moment, seething with anger and disbelief before my gaze shifted to his phone. I had never done this before, not once in our entire marriage, but that night, for the first time,

I unlocked Henry's phone. He hadn't even bothered to change his passcode, which was the same one he'd always used because that's how confident he was that I'd never be suspicious of him. He was so sure of my trust, so certain I'd never doubt him. Oh, what a fool I had been. How could I have been so blind to what was happening right under my nose? As I scrolled through his messages with my sister, my heart raised, dreading what I would find but needing to know the full truth. And there it was, multiple inappropriate photos they had sent to each other, each one more painful to look at than the last. explicit images of my husband and my own sister, laughing, teasing each other, and planning

their secret meetings. They had even arranged to meet up in various hotels, while I'd been completely oblivious. The texts from Lexi were what really shattered me. In one of them, she had written about how exciting it was to sleep with him behind my back, and how the thrill of deception made their affair even better. She went so far as to say that the sex felt better because of it. I couldn't believe this was real. My own sister the person I had grown up with, and trusted had betrayed me in the worst possible way. And Henry, the man I had vowed to spend the rest of my life with, had so easily thrown our marriage away. With my hands trembling, I took photos of their messages on my own phone, needing to have evidence of what I had seen. Once I had

what I needed, I went back upstairs. Quietly, I began packing my things. I knew I couldn't stay in that house, under the same roof as Henry. I wasn't going to raise this baby with an unfaithful husband who had so deeply shattered my trust. I threw a few essentials into a bag, trying to hold myself together, but my heart was pounding in my chest, and my hands shook with every item I packed. Once I was done, I drove straight to my parents' house, which was a town over. When I arrived at my parents' place, they were surprised to see me, but I didn't go into details right away. I couldn't. I just told them I needed to stay with them for a while, and thankfully,

they didn't ask too many questions that night. Ever since that night, I've been staying with my parents. Yes, I'm currently going through the process of separating from Henry. After everything that has happened, I've wasted no time in filing for divorce. There's no going back after the betrayal I've experienced. My parents, too, are furious, and they've completely cut Lexi off after finding out about everything. They are embarrassed for what she has done and she's no longer welcome in our family. Lexi has called me multiple times to apologize over and over, claiming that it was all just a huge mistake but I don't know if I can ever forgive her. Ironically, the support I've received from Henry's family has been overwhelming, especially considering that it's their own son who

caused this mess. From the moment they found out about his infidelity, they made it very clear that they were deeply disappointed in him. They don't approve of what he's done and have taken a firm stance they've told him that they are going to refuse to accept my sister as part of their family. It's like they see Henry for who he truly is now, and they've made no effort to hide their disgust. I had kept my pregnancy a secret from Henry and his parents for as long as I could. The thought of sharing such happy news in the middle of all this chaos seemed impossible. But two weeks ago after returning from my ultrasound appointment and talking about it with my parents, I couldn't keep this big news to myself any longer.

When I finally met with Henry to tell him about the pregnancy, I had already mentally prepared myself for a difficult conversation. However, nothing could have prepared me for the cruelty of his reaction as the first words out of his mouth were only accusations. He started accusing me of baby trapping him, claiming I was somehow trying to manipulate him into staying with me since I was jealous of my sister. His words cut deep. Then, he actually told me he wished I would have a miscarriage since he didn't want this baby anyway.

He looked me in the eye, completely indifferent to how hurtful and disgusting his words were, and said if I continued along with the pregnancy, he wanted nothing to do with me or the baby. My body was trembling with anger hearing his words, and at that moment, if I hadn't been pregnant, I swear I would have punched him in the face without thinking twice. But I had to keep it together for the sake of my baby. The baby that he didn't want, the baby that was innocent in all of this chaos. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, and made it clear to him that I wasn't trying to trap him or force him into anything.

I had only told him about the pregnancy because it was my duty to inform him as the father of this child. But as for me, I wanted nothing to do with him, and he needn't worry about me ever wanting him back. All I expected from him was to fulfill his legal obligation and pay child support when the time came. It was as simple as that. His responsibilities might be something he could try to run from, but I wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. He tried to argue with me, of course. He always likes having the last word, but I just turned and walked away. Later, I also had to tell Henry's family about my pregnancy since I felt that they deserved to know. Their reaction was immediate. His parents came over as soon as they found out,

and they've been nothing but supportive since. They've assured me repeatedly that if Henry continues to not accept responsibility for the baby, then they'll make sure that the child is well taken care of. In fact, they're so furious with Henry that they've gone as far as to say they'll make sure as part of the inheritance will go directly to the baby, not to him. They've made it clear that if he chooses this life with Lexi and abandons his responsibility to be a present father for the child, then he won't see a penny of his inheritance ever again. Well, after that conversation with Henry and his family, I received a message from Lexi this week, who apologized to me again and informed me that she hated herself for how she had broken up my family and that after finding out that I was

pregnant, she had decided to leave Henry for good. She assured me that she would never show her face to me ever again and that all she wished for was for my baby to grow up well. I never even bothered to reply back to her message but now, Henry's behavior seems to have completely shifted. After everything he's put me through, from his cruel accusations of baby trapping to wishing harm on our child, he suddenly wants another chance. Although he still has no idea about the promises parents have made to ensure our baby receives his inheritance. What is driving him, though, is the fact that his entire world has started to collapse around him. Lexi has left him. His family has completely turned their backs on him, and even our co-workers at the hospital

have distanced themselves from him. The once confident, arrogant man who thought he could get away with anything is now feeling alone and humiliated because he's facing the consequences of his own actions. So, now, he has conveniently decided that he wants to be a part of my life again, and for the sake of our child, no less. He has been trying to frame it as though he suddenly cares about creating a stable environment for our baby to grow up in. When I laughed at his absurd demands and told him I wasn't going back to him, he didn't take it well, of course. True to form, he turned things around and attacked me again, calling me a bad mother. According to him, I'm the one who's going to ruin our child's life because I won't let him play happy family now that his life has fallen apart for his own stupid mistakes.

He even went as far as to say he would make sure our child grows up hating me for breaking up our family. Ida for divorcing my husband after what he has done. Update 1. To clarify a few points, as for everyone asking about the kind of relationship Lexi and I have had to understand a bit more about why my sister would do this to me, well, what can I say we? have had a normal sibling relationship all our lives. Neither of us was the golden child of the family and both of us were equally loved by our parents. We never had any major fights or jealousy between us. I have always loved my sister through thick and thin, which is why this hurts more my sister did something I can't imagine doing to anyone, not even an enemy. I am glad

that Lexi left him after finding out about my pregnancy. I mean that man had the audacity to break up our marriage thinking that he could get away with a younger version of me but too bad, he lost her too. Of course, this doesn't mean that I am going to ever forgive Lexi, but I am just glad that Henry is all alone now. Update 2. Henry decided to come over to my parents' palace to try to fix things again, but this time things got even worse. First, he started to convince me again to get back together. He told me how parents sometimes need to make sacrifices for the sake of their children. He went on about how our baby deserved to grow up with two parents instead of one. But I was tired of this narrative. I reminded him bluntly that not too long ago, he didn't even want this

baby. He had wished I would have a miscarriage for crying out loud. Now, suddenly, he's preaching about the importance of family and sacrifice. When I threw that in his face, he tried to backtrack, saying that maybe once he held the baby, his mind would change. His words were hollow. just like every promise he had ever made. I told him straight to his face, he slept with my sister. There was zero chance of us ever getting back together. No amount of pleading or guilt-tripping was going to change that. But instead of accepting responsibility, Henry decided to turn things around on me. He started accusing me of his affair by saying how I had stopped showing him affection for months and that I was always busy with work. He claimed he had expected me to

slow down my career after we got married, but I never did. I couldn't help but scoff. This was classic Henry always trying to shift the blame, and make me feel like I was the one at fault for his betrayal. He knew exactly who I was before we got married. We had been co-workers for years before we got together, so why was he suddenly acting surprised that I was passionate about my career? It wasn't like I ever hid my ambitions from him. In fact, we had bonded over our shared drive to succeed in medicine. I reminded him of this and told him that I wasn't about to apologize for working hard, especially since he had been doing the exact same thing for years. This is who I am, and I wasn't going to let him gaslight me. That's when he started

whining about Lexi. He said she had been there for him when he was feeling vulnerable, and he blamed me for not even noticing that he had been cheating on me for months. It was as if he was trying to make me feel guilty for not catching him in the act sooner as if that somehow excused his betrayal. At this point, I was seething. I told him flat out that he needed to stop trying to blame me for his infidelity. He was the one who crossed the line, not me. And even his own parents knew that what he did was unforgivable. They had taken my side for a reason they saw him for who he really was. Henry scoffed, his arrogance flaring up again, and said that his parents loved him and would eventually forgive him no matter what. So that's when I couldn't

hold it in any longer. I told him the truth that his parents were done with him and that they had already decided to cut him off from his inheritance. Not only that, but all that money was going to our baby instead of him. I watched his face crumble as the realization hit him. For the first time since all of this began, he was at a loss for words. His usual confidence, his smugness had all vanished in an instant. And I won't lie, I did feel a certain satisfaction watching him process the consequences of his actions. After everything he had put me through, seeing him finally face some real consequences was a small but significant moment of justice. He started yelling at me, calling me vile and disgusting for ruining his life, and how he wished he had

cheated on me sooner. I just shook my head and asked him to leave as this entire conversation was getting pointless. Then, Henry got aggressively close to me and kept yelling which made me feel really uncomfortable. At this point, my parents, who were in the other room and had tried to give me some privacy, came out to check on me since they could hear Henry's loud words. When my dad saw Henry just inches from my face, and me cowering, in an instant, he rushed over and pulled Henry away. Then, I watched as my dad punched Henry in the face. Henry became disoriented at first and couldn't understand what had just happened. Then my dad, towering over him, grabbed him by the collar, dragged him out, and shoved him

out the door. I watched as my dad threatened him loudly that if he ever showed his face again to us, it would be the last day on this earth. Since then, there's been complete silence from Henry for days. I guess he has been really shaken up by everything. He hasn't called or texted, and I've finally found some peace. I'm so grateful my dad stood up for me, and I can't wait to divorce this horrible man and close this chapter of my life for good. Update 3. It's been eight months since my last update.

I just wanted to update everyone who has been following my story. As for my pregnancy, I did give birth, and my daughter has been doing well. Henry's parents have set up a trust fund for her and have continued to visit me. They want nothing to do with Henry, and have completely iced him out of the family. I've finally gotten the divorce I wanted from my ex-husband

and have full custody of my child for now. The only thing Henry is responsible for is sending child support. Furthermore, he didn't fight me over anything during our divorce proceedings and ended up paying a hefty alimony due to his affair. Lexi does send me messages here and there, but overall, she hasn't bothered me much, which is the greatest gift she could have given me after everything she put me through. I don't think she and Henry will ever get back together but honestly, I don't care anymore.

I am currently focused on my work and raising my daughter to be a good human being. That's all.