Reddit Stories - Secrets Revealed Family Drama Unveiled ( Over 3 Hour Compilation ) - Episode 6

Episode Date: February 6, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #familydrama #secretsrevealed #emotionalconflict #dramaunveiled #compilationSummary: Episode 6 of "Secrets Revealed: Family Drama Unveiled" explores intense family conflicts and hidden truths. Over three hours, viewers witness emotional revelations that challenge relationships and expose betrayals. The compilation highlights the complexities of familial bonds and the consequences of secrets, leaving audiences captivated and reflective about their own experiences.Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, betrayal, familydrama, emotionalrevelations, secrets, drama, relationships, conflicts, storytelling, compilation, familysecrets, truth, emotionaljourney, viewerengagement, captivating, reflections, audienceexperienceBecome 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. I discovered my spouse being unfaithful with her fitness instructor and claimed it was for healing purposes, but the reality led me to initiate divorce proceedings. I am a 35-year-old male who was previously wed to her. My ex-wife, April 29F, for three years before she broke all her promises and cheated on me. My wife and I used to be two lovebirds, and it still surprises me that I have to share my story on this platform. The first time I met my April was at a fancy dinner party one of my friends hosted.

He and his wife had been trying to have a child for 11 years but couldn't. So, when his wife finally got pregnant, he invited his close friends to come and party and celebrate with him. This was where I met April. She was a close friend of my friend's wife, and we chatted and, we chatted and, got along well during the party. Coincidentally, when I got home that evening and as I was scrolling through my Facebook feed, April's picture popped up on my people you may know notification, and I considered that as a sign from the universe.

I reached out to her, we talked, and we fixed a date to get to know each other. Eventually, our first date led to more dates and a relationship, than we married. April was such a beautiful soul, and marrying her felt like a dream come true. She was perfect for me, and she was a very hard-working woman. She worked as a marketer, and I worked in a furniture shop as a carpenter. April was calm, peaceful, and much of an introvert. I was the extrovert, and we complimented each other. We never had an issue we could not resolve for the first two years of our marriage,

but this changed in the third year. The third year of our marriage became a war zone, and April no longer listened to me like she used to. She did what she wanted and did not care about me or anyone. Before our fight started, April and I never disrespectfully raised our voices at each other. We loved each other so much, and I didn't think I'd survive without her. And because we were not ready to have children yet, April and I decided to wait for at least two years before we had a child, and that was exactly what we did. Before April got pregnant, she was the kind of woman that was obsessed with her body.

She hated belly fat or anything that would make her look awkward in her dress. Initially, I thought it was normal for women to care so much about their looks and body, and I didn't think April would continue with her obsession even after she gave birth. But I was very wrong. As a matter of fact, her obsession with her body became worse. Shortly after she gave birth to our baby boy, she started making a fuss about her body and how much her body had changed. Her mom and I explained that it was normal for pregnant women to add extra pounds while pregnant and she should quit making a big deal out of it.

When her complaint started, there was literally nothing we didn't say to April to make her snap out of getting her old body back in the same month. Her mom even told her that it took years for her stomach to go down and for the stretch marks to disappear after she hit April. She said this because she believed it would get April to change her mind and go easy on herself, but April didn't listen. April told her mother to the face that her mother's body was different, and just because her mother agreed to walk around with a sagging stomach and stretch marks for years did not mean she would do the same thing. So, it got to a point where we all stopped talking about it, and we allowed her to do her thing. After arguing with me and her mom for weeks, April started doing home workouts. She signed up on a fitness app, but no matter how she worked out, she wasn't still satisfied. Because of her obsession, she barely had time to look after the baby.

She would leave her mother with the responsibility of taking care of our child and would work out at least six hours a day. To the extent that her entire body and bones would hurt her, but she wouldn't stop. Not to sound like a pessimist, but weeks after she started her rigorous workout sessions without rest, she broke down, and I was happy. Believe me, her excessive workout was a major thing of concern to us. So after she broke down and realized she had bitten more than she could chew, she stopped on her own. When she stopped, it was a relief for me and her mom. Her mother had to abandon everything she was doing at home to come and live with us, so she could look after the baby. She knew April was in no condition to care for her baby, so she had to stay for her grandson.

After weeks past and April did not mention anything about her body, we were glad. I was happy her body was finally getting enough rest, and her mind would get rest, but my happiness did not last long. While we were having dinner with her mother one evening, April said she had something to tell us. Initially, I thought she would say something about taking full responsibility as a mother, but no, it was about her body. She told us she stumbled on a yoga class page on Facebook, and she would love to enroll in it. Then she went on to say that she knew I wouldn't understand her because I wasn't the one who bore our son for nine months.

I knew she was emotionally blackmailing me, so I said she could enroll. During that week, she was quiet. I tried to look at things from her angle and read about postnatal depression online. I thought I understood what she was going through then, so I didn't want to make it. make things more complicated for her. Fast forward to the following weeks, April started her yoga classes and attended them religiously. Shortly after she joined the yoga classes, I noticed that she looked happier, and her excitement over the little things of life returned.

Before she joined the yoga classes, I was always careful with my words, and I had to think twice before complimenting her because she picked a fence quickly. For example, if she wore an old dress and I told her she looked beautiful, she would say I was mocking her and make a fuss about it. The same applied to her looks and every other thing. If I called her beautiful, she would say something like, I'm sure you meant to say fat, and she would ruin the moment. But after she started her yoga classes,

she was like a teenage girl trying to explore the world. Most times, she would even come to me and ask how she looked in her sketches or whatever she wore. She became more concerned with her looks in a more positive way. Honestly, I was impressed and happy that my wife was gradually returning. I believed that the influence of the other women from her yoga class was finally rubbing off on her, and she was beginning to view her body from a different dimension. While all of this happened, her mother was still with us.

We expected she would also change in caring for her child, but this was the one area we had a problem with. April depended on her mother to care for our son and would prefer to leave breast milk in bottles than breastfeed our son directly. As if that wasn't enough, she moved from attending her yoga classes once a day to twice a day. When this happened, I complained to her that her yoga classes

were taking all her time and she no longer spent time with us, her family, like she used to. But April didn't listen. She started getting defensive and would say things like, you're joking if you think I will quit my yoga classes

just to spend time with you. The most annoying part of it all was she was given a few months leave from work to look after our baby, and she spent most of that time doing something else. Within a twinkle of an eye, we moved from the happy and peaceful couple we were known as to couples that always argued. There was no day we didn't argue. If it wasn't about her yoga class, it would be about the house and how she left the responsibility of cleaning, cooking, and laundry to her poor mom, who was already struggling with caring for our baby. On my end, I tried as much as I could to balance work and looking after our son.

Our son was a night owl and loved waking up at night. I knew I had to carry him around at night because my mill would be so exhausted by then. On her end, April did not care if our son woke up at night. She would cover her head with the pillow whenever he started crying, and I would be forced to go and get him. She wanted her beauty sleep of ten hours. This happened almost every night, and I got fed up at one point. If I confronted her about the issue of not attending to our son at night, she would tell me she carried him for nine months, even on the days she didn't want to,

so it was my turn to carry him. This always sounded stupid because I didn't understand how a mother could neglect her son and prioritize her fitness over him. As if everything she was doing wasn't enough, April started coming home late. The first time she did it, she said her yoga, classmates were going for a hangout, so she joined them to have fun. I didn't have an issue with her hanging out with her friends, but I was mad because she didn't inform us that they would be late. We kept waiting for her at the dinner table. I believed it wouldn't happen again, but that was

only the beginning. She started keeping late nights, and sometimes she would say she had a one-on-one yoga class with her yoga teacher. When April mentioned her one-on-one yoga class with her teacher her the first time, it didn't sit well with me because it didn't make sense. She was already doing two classes a day, and I wondered why she still needed the one-on-one class. I told her she needed to stop because I would not watch her neglect her family for selfish reasons. We had a severe argument about it, leading to her sleeping out of the house. This had never happened before, and throughout that night, I couldn't sleep because I was worried about her. Her mother was also concerned, and we called all her friends, but none of them said she went to their place. She

wasn't taking my calls too, and deep down, I blamed myself for speaking to her like that. Fortunately, she returned the following morning, and I was the first to apologize. We had never had such a fight before, and her mom was shocked that she left the house in anger, which was very unlike her. April also apologized and admitted that she acted childishly. She told us she did not want to inconvenience any of her friends, so she slept in a motel, and we believed her. Later that week, she stopped staying out late and began to spend more time with us. But the following week, she went back to her real self. I don't know why, but I had this get feeling that she didn't sleep alone at the motel that

night. I tried to get rid of the thoughts, but they kept returning, so I decided to investigate. My suspicion was that she was seeing someone else after her yoga classes because she was steadily chatting on her phone the night we fought, and the next thing she said was, I need somewhere to cool my head, and she walked out of me. I decided to do some digging, and I started with her phone. Not to sound funny, but April had a closer relationship with her phone than with me. She was always on her phone, and even if we went to bed together, she would prefer to chat with her on the phone than to talk with me or cuddle like we used. used to. When I went through her phone that night, I couldn't find anything that indicated that she was either in the talking stage with someone or seeing someone. The only messages I saw were

her messages from her yoga class group chat, a few of her friends, and her yoga teacher. None of them looked suspicious, and I even checked the rest of her phone for hidden or deleted dating apps, but I couldn't find anything. When I couldn't find anything, I decided to go back to her WhatsApp and do some extra digging, but I accidentally opened the message from her yoga teacher. I didn't think of it as anything until I saw the last messages he sent to her. He asked her about the part of her body that was hurting her, and she responded that she felt better, but she would still need his magic touch to get totally healed. She didn't even have many messages with him, all her previous messages were missing,

and it felt like she deleted them. The last message he sent seemed like it was part of a previous conversation they had. I read the message multiple times to be sure I understood her response. I interpreted it in different ways, but it still pointed to her keeping me in the dark about something. The rest of the night, I thought of the possibility of her having an affair with her yoga teacher, but I was quick to dismiss it. But the following day, when I saw how excited she was to go to her yoga class, the thought crawled back, and I decided to find out myself. After her first morning-slash-noon session, she returned home as usual and did some things at home, then left again in the evening.

That evening, I went to her yoga class about an hour before it was over, and I waited somewhere. Eventually, her class was dismissed, and I watched all her colleagues coming out, but she didn't. I waited about 30 minutes after they dismissed me, and when I didn't see the sign of her or her yoga teacher leaving, my heart began to pound fast. I didn't think about anything, it just started to pound fast on its own, which was a terrible feeling. After waiting for another 15 minutes and no sign of them, I decided to go in and see things for myself. Although the gate of the yoga hall was locked from the inside, there was a window.

I peeped through it and heard loud laughter, and it was for my wife. I tried to slide the window slightly and luckily it slid. I saw her sitting on her coach's lap, and he had his hand. all over her. To not be seen, I hid behind the wall of their entrance and watched April as she passionately made out with her yoga coach. The funny thing was, we had not kissed each with so much passion for months. She barely even allowed me to touch her because she claimed her body was healing. After about three minutes of watching them, I took out my phone and carefully recorded them. She looked so happy with him, and it hurt me. Their kiss lasted for minutes, and

after that, she took off her top, and he started touching and kissing her body. At that point, I could not watch them anymore, so I turned around and left. I went home and waited for her to return, and she returned an hour later. To confirm if she had been lying to me, I asked her where she had been because she was almost two hours late. She told me she went out with her colleagues and even returned home earlier than some of them. By this, she meant that some of her colleagues were still hanging out. I couldn't even say anything. I just looked at her and walked away. I thought of the perfect way of confronting and exposing her, and public humiliation came to mind. I was so hurt and heartbroken, and even my mill noticed something was wrong.

The next day after April went for her usual morning yoga sessions, I gave her a surprise visit about an hour later. When I got there, I went with a bouquet of flowers in the recording. I wanted it to look like a romantic humiliation, so I gave her the flowers first and asked her yoga teacher if I could project something special for April. I told him I wanted to appreciate her and that I had not been appreciating her enough as her husband, and he agreed. The great part was her colleagues were there, and they were all excited for April. I was equally excited, too, so I played the recording, and as soon as it started, everyone gasped in shock. As soon as April saw it, she started yelling at me that it was not what it looks, it was therapy. Well, she shut up when the video got to the part she took off her top and her yoga teacher kissed and played with her body.

Her colleague started murmuring, and when I asked them if it looked like therapy to all of them, they screamed no and started calling her names. April was so embarrassed that she didn't even know what to say. When I left, her yoga teacher was busy explaining to his students, and I loved how angry they were. When I got home, I played the same video for her mom, and she was livid. Then I moved April's things to the front porch. Although her mom was angry and mad, she tried to beg on her daughter's behalf, and I told her she would have to leave if she tried to talk about April again. All of this happened last month, and since then, April has been begging me to take her back and she'll quit her yoga classes and be a good mother and wife to our son and me. I really want to divorce

her because I cannot stand a cheating woman, but I'm afraid of raising our son without a mother. He's barely five months old. What do I do? I'm so confused. Update 1, hello, everyone. Thank you for your comments. I did as you all advised. For those asking if I didn't see any signs that April was cheating on me, the truth is, I didn't. I was so occupied with working hard and caring for our home that I didn't notice. Besides, it is unimaginable to think that a woman who had delivered a baby five months ago would cheat. If it weren't for the night she slept out of the house and returned all happy in the morning, I wouldn't have known she was cheating on me. It still shocks me that after all my sacrifices for her, she could cheat on me like that. Most of you are right.

She wouldn't decide to change if she wasn't caught. She would keep messing around with him, and who knows. She would have brought home his pregnancy. Someone here commented that I should do a paternity test on our son, and I did that. We are a match, and I'm so relieved he's mine. Last week, April came to my house again to beg me. She looked miserable and said I was tormenting her by keeping her son away from her. It's funny how she suddenly remembered that she had a son.

All those months, she neglected him and only breastfed him the week and the week after he was born. Yet, she could take off her clothes to let her yoga teacher suck and play with her body. When she realized that her pleas were falling on deaf ears, she tried to beg her mother to talk to me, but that didn't work too. Speaking of her mom, I can't begin to explain how supportive her mother has been. After the last time I asked her if she would beg on April's behalf if I were her son, she stopped begging and has been looking after her grandson. The thing now is, April is mad at her mother for taking my side and not hers, and the last time she came, she made a scene and said her mother ruined her marriage.

She said her mother should never have come to help with the baby because she snatched me from her. How dumb! After that day, she disappeared for a while and did not call me or show up. up at the house. But after she got served four days ago, she came back. She said I was wicked to divorce her because she cheated on me once. She even said that other women she knew had cheated twice or three times on their husbands, but they always worked things out. I didn't know what to say to her, so I let her rant until she was tired. She started abusing her mother when she was tired of yelling my name and making a scene. She called her mother all sorts of names

and said her mother and I were having an affair and that her mother was shameless to snatch her daughter's husband. Her mother was so disappointed when she heard that, and out of anger, she confronted her daughter, and April assaulted her mother. It got so bad that the neighbors had to come out, and we had to call the police on her. Our court hearing is next week,

and I will make another update as soon as our divorce is finalized. Meanwhile, I got a restraining order for April, whether her mom is at my house or not, she has no right to show up. Update 2, hello, everyone. I come bearing good news. So, April and I are officially divorced, and I want custody of our child. As some of you suggested, I asked her mother to go, and I hired a live-in nanny.

The sweetest part is that April will also be paying child support and will only see the baby on weekends. Our case was tough, but seeing that she never cared about our baby, I couldn't let her take my son away from me. After we finished the divorce case, she hasn't stopped calling me and has been sending messages on Facebook. I even had to block her, but she won't stop. She keeps opening new accounts and sending message requests. In the second to the last one she sent, she said it was my fault that she cheated on me. She said I treated her like trash and did not. appreciate her body after she bore our son. That's a big lie. I tried to make her feel like

I still loved her no matter how she looked, but she would take it as an insult every time I tried to compliment her. She went on to say that her yoga teacher made her feel loved and made her comfortable in her skin. Sincerely, it was really painful to read that. She was the one that was obsessed with her body, and not me. But she twisted her words and made me look like I was forcing her to do those workouts. In the last message she sent, she begged me and said she regretted everything she did and would never do it again if I gave her another chance. I wasn't even surprised that she switched from being defensive to a meek lamb. I was forced to respond to that message, and I told her that we could never be together again, not in her dreams or reality. She has her yoga

teacher now, and they can do all the therapy they want in the world. It still hurts that despite loving her so much and promising each other to do life together, she cheated on me for her own stupid and selfish reasons. Anyways, I'd rather be a single father forever than be married to cheating W.H.R. Thank you, everyone, for your comments. I wouldn't have done this without you. And because of you all, I didn't let my emotions take over my sense. I hope you enjoy this story. Spouse turned into a work addict and now our 10-year-old daughter strongly dislikes her to the point where she refuses to communicate with her, and when I advised my spouse that she should try harder, she said she's giving up on being a mother. My family's broken, and I'm trying to reassemble the pieces. I need advice.

For context, my wife, 29F and I, 27M, are childhood sweethearts married now for around five years. I know we became parents and got married pretty young, but we've made it work. My wife's a small business owner. She turned a passion into a career. I'm really happy for her. When she started, I promised her that since my work hours were flexible, I'd hold things down at home so she could focus on building her business. We were a team until we weren't. My wife's an extreme workaholic, and it's come between our family.

We're not in a good place. Our daughters, 10F, caregiving is solely on me. The time my wife and daughter spend together is made up mostly of short replies or silence. Our daughter isn't disrespectful. She's a good kid. She's just not as comfortable with her mom. My wife and I have had a lot of talks about the state of our family. With the business well off the ground and her not needing to personally oversee everything as often,

we're working on reconnecting. It's been an uphill battle. Recently, we had a bad fight. She told me she's given up on trying with our daughter. She said she's not good at it, and she's just going to stay in her lane. I told her she couldn't decide to clock out on our daughter during rocky stints.

She said she's emotionally exhausted from repeatedly striking out. She feels she can't do anything right in our daughter's eyes. She said I have it easy, that our daughter prefers me, and even made sure her whole class knew it. The class jab was about a school assignment. Our daughter had to interview someone she admired, and she asked me. My wife was hurt. She still feels away about it.

She accused me of not understanding. She comes home to a child she carried not respecting her. That our daughter's an expert critic when it comes to her. She went into a huge rant. The way she talked about her rubbed me the wrong way. I told her most of her complaints weren't our daughter's creation. She asked me what that meant, and I laid it out that she hasn't gone out of her way to connect with our daughter. She shut me down.

She went into how she busts her ass for our family, and the least I could do is show up for her. All I do is show up for her, including holding down responsibilities that we're supposed to share. We aren't childless. It's no longer those me and her against the world days. I need to show up for our daughter too. She just kept saying she has a lot on her plate and how I'm supposed to be her peace. I refuted the only peace that ever seemed to matter these days was hers. She said our daughter and I are two of a kind and began sarcastically apologizing for her sacrifices,

and if the business is what's driving us apart, then she'll renounce it. She'd make do. I asked if we could skip her martyr routine and actually talk. The fight only escalated. I called the fight a complete waste of time, but she interpreted that as me calling her a waste of time. It was the worst fight we had in a while. Our daughter was at her grandparents, so she didn't hear anything. We're at an impasse.

Things are still tense. I'd counter clear the air or how to reach her about our daughter. She can't dismiss her like some disgruntled customer at work. In a lot of ways, I feel like a single parent. I don't believe she's being honest with herself about our issues. She's a distant figure who has a habit of talking at our daughter instead of to her. There are a lot of broken promises. Nothing ever mended.

She doesn't try engaging. Our daughter loves anime, but my wife doesn't hold back on overly criticizing it in front of her. her. Our daughter got into K-pop, but to my wife it's just bothersome noise around the house or in the car. Our daughter has stage fright. Yet she joined a school play because she knows her mom loves theater. My wife promised her she'd come. She didn't. The worst part was seeing our daughter realize she wasn't. My wife never apologized. She gave her, work was busy. I promised next time speech. She offered to bring our daughter with her on Take Your Child to Work Day. I thought it'd be good for them and a chance for our daughter to see more of what her mom does. But our daughter called me

upset and wanted me to pick her up. She said her mom had immediately left her with a subordinate and went AWOL. When my wife checked in on her, they fought. She told our daughter that a bratty attitude won't be tolerated in her workplace. She and I had it out later. She apologized to our daughter and blamed blowing up on work frustration. She offered to bring her back another day, but our daughter refused. My wife always felt she was bad at articulating her feelings. She feels she comes off aggressive.

That's partly why she leaves our daughter's caretaking to me. But this fight has me questioning the nature of our relationship. I don't doubt she loves our daughter. I saw it firsthand during the pregnancy, and in our private conversations, she couldn't stop gushing about her. I felt her love in the little things. I'd something changed over over time. My wife isn't close with her parents. She usually has me talk with them on her behalf.

She has a mindset that parents slash kids don't have to be close. She believes since she turned out fine, so will our daughter. I'm failing to help their relationship in our own. We barely have quality time. Intimacy is shot. When we're out together, we aren't really together because in public, she's hyper aware and has her business persona on. I quit else to do.

I'm at a loss. I'm not trying to bash my wife. I just want everyone to be okay. I'm in a fight for my family right now. How do I mend my wife's and my wife's and my wife? daughter's relationship while also repairing my marriage. Update, hey, guys, thank you to everyone who reached out. It helped a great deal. I wanted to give an update. My wife, 29F, and I had a serious discussion about everything. It took us a while to get there because things were

still tense after our last fight and our mini-spats in between. Our daughter noticed the rift between her mom and me. She asked me about it. I'm not proud of that. I never wanted her involved in our fights. It was a larger wake-up call. I shouldn't have let it drag out. My wife asked if we could talk, and we both apologized for the fight. She was worried that I was calling it quits after how bad our last fight was. She took us not recovering as quickly as usual in my distance as me being done. She wanted to make a gesture for our marriage. I told her that her harsh action towards our daughter had made me question our relationship. She said she felt bad for intensely ranting about our daughter. She was overwhelmed and used the situation as a punching bag. She loves our daughter but is at a

loss as a parent. I told her we'd all keep being at a loss in our current state. We're disconnected as a couple and a family. I feel like a single parent and alone in our marriage. Our current way isn't working. Her lack of presence is the common root cause. I didn't feel like our daughter or I actually mattered and were more put up with by her. That statement really bothered her. She denied it and promised our family does matter to her. She said she knows things aren't good right now, but she wants our family.

That she gets frustrated and says stuff she doesn't mean, but it doesn't equate to how she actually feels. I told her it's not just her words. It's her actions. Her harshness and how she chooses everything over our family every single time while expecting us to just have smiles on our faces. We're not props, and I can't enforce a relationship between her and our daughter. She said she is trouble with contentment, and it's an endless chase. She has this need to keep chasing after an inner feeling she's always felt she missed.

We talked about the feeling before. It's a high and feeling whole. She said she thought our relationship was the answer, she thought our daughter was the answer, and then she thought her business would completely fill that void. She said she doesn't know how to be with our daughter. When our daughter was a baby, everything was easier, that our daughter would get excited when she came home from work, that no matter what she did or didn't do, she had our daughter's love. But she's older now and barely seems to like being in the same room as her and clings to me.

I asked if she's considered that maybe our daughter's hurting from her criticism and broken promises. My wife feels she's doing better than her parents. She said all our daughter knows is the grandpa and grandma who adore her over FaceTime. She doesn't know what they were like. Her childhood was staying in a child's place, doing what was expected of you, representing the family, and attitudes weren't tolerated. There wasn't a problem they couldn't solve with a belt. My wife said she doesn't believe in a belt as discipline, but she doesn't know how to be with our daughter and fears she's aggressive when communicating, so she leaves our daughter to me.

She doesn't feel she's good as a mother to an older child or with expressing personal feelings. She said I knew what her parents were like. She's right. My in-laws ran an unforgiving household. My wife was pretty much a latchkey kid. My fill was always working, and my mill was busy with her community. engagements. Feelings were compared to complaining, and there were certain expectations of my wife. I was 17 and my wife was 19 when we had our daughter. Of course the circumstances weren't ideal,

but my in-laws made you feel their disapproval. There wasn't support to be found from them. They told my wife that if she was grown enough to make a baby, then she was grown enough to take on the responsibilities on her own. My in-laws have mellowed out a lot now, but my wife is no contact with them. She used her business to pay off their house, and that was that. I'm the buffer between them. I'm accustomed to being my wife's protector. That was always our dynamic, especially during the pregnancy, when everyone had commentary, were comedians, or when guys would talk about her. Looking back, I think that's part of why I made excuses for her actions with our daughter. I told my wife that I'm in love with her, but our daughter can't be at the expense of our

relationship. We're at a crossroads. Something needed to change. Counseling isn't an option anymore. It's happening for our daughter and me. I want for us to come through this as a family. If she refuses counseling, I'd respect her decision, but her answer would give me my answer on what I needed to do for the best of our daughter. We'd have to separate for the time being. We'd have to separate for the time being. My wife said if it's between counseling or losing our family, then she chooses counseling. She wants to keep working on our marriage and reconnecting as a family. We're not props. I asked if this was what she really wanted. If we do this, it can't be her showing up in word only but looking for any reason to skip out. She said what we built means something to her, and losing

that has become more real to her now. I talked with our daughter about her. her feelings on counseling too. I didn't just want to randomly throw an appointment on her. She was pretty open to the idea. I think it's because she's close with my parents and she knows they do counseling. My wife and I are officially in counseling. We're trying a conjoined therapy approach for right now. It's a new experience prior to this, my wife was never big on counseling, but she has been showing up. She hasn't flaked. There has been some improvement with my wife and daughter. My wife has pulled back on criticism and asking our daughter questions. Recently, we went to an amusement park as a family, and they had a good time together on some

rides. My wife asked to pair with our daughter on a few games too. It was the first time in a long time I saw them share a laugh. Nothing's perfect. We're in the early stages. I know my wife and daughter's relationship will be a long road. I know how it pans out isn't up to me, but I'm here to support our daughter in whatever she needs. I'd quote the future holds, but I want to be hopeful for my family. Maybe it's not too late. I want the best for everyone involved. Our daughter will be starting middle school soon, and I told my wife that she'll need both of us. I'm hoping this road isn't the end of my family. I want us to have to come through this together. When I chose a life with her, it wasn't because we were having a baby, so let's stick together.

It was because I love her and want to be with her. I want to make this work. Thank you to everyone again. I appreciate the support. It's much appreciated. Next story, started having a relationship with an older woman but she constantly wants to hook up at random times and buys me expensive gifts. When I finally tried to break up with her she completely lost it. I first met her when I took a part-time job at a local small business she owns, which I no longer work at for unrelated reasons.

She had been very openly hitting on me for several months before, but I didn't reciprocate, even though I did find her attractive, due to a combination of shyness and obliviousness. I'm not very good with women and had never been in a relationship before. Eventually she pretty much outright asked me if I wanted to stop by her place one night and we wound up having segs for the first time. This relationship has been going on for a while since then, but there's a lot of things I'm finding that are really weird and off-putting even aside from the age gap itself. First of all, she constantly wants to do sexual stuff with me at random times. For example, back when I was still working for her but after our relationship had started, she would constantly call me to her office. just to ask me if I wanted to make out or invite me to feel her up. She also trying a Sengi with me regularly even though I usually don't respond very well since

it's something I feel very awkward doing. She sometimes gets really upset when I'm not interested too, which makes it even more awkward for me. Also, she's constantly getting me very expensive gifts which I guess sounds nice in theory, but actually makes me feel really awkward, since I generally try very hard to be self-sufficient. For example, one time she bought a fancy new laptop because she heard that I've been using the same old one for several years, which put me in kind of a weird position since I didn't want to get rid of my old laptop but also didn't want to hurt her feelings. Finally, she's always texting me late at night asking me to come over to her place and FCK her and she sometimes gets really upset if I tell her I have other plans or I'm just tired. It's a 45-minute walk from my dorm to her place so it's not just something I can do casually.

She's also constantly texting me drunk and rants about her ex-husband and how he stole the best years of her life and about men in general and how they're stupid and shallow and how she's glad that I'm smart enough not to waste time with trashy college sluts. Like I said before, I've never been in a relationship before, so I'm not really sure how much of the weird feeling in my gut is caused by actual red flags and how much is caused by the fact that I'm just not used to relationship stuff in general. Can anyone help me out here? comments where OPP has replied, comment one, sugar mama isn't getting enough from her sugar baby. This isn't a normal healthy relationship, if that's what you're wondering. Oop, what's unhealthy about it? Comment two, she likes you because she can control you. She buys you things so that she can demand your time.

You feel indebted to her because of the things she has given you. She tells you when you two are going to hook up. She tells you when you can touch her. I'd say she gets off knowing you're so inexperienced and young. She likes having some younger guy at her beck and call. I would say you're not in a relationship, at least not a boyfriend slash girlfriend or partner relationship. You've entered into a sugar mama slash sugar baby relationship. I repeat, you are not in a relationship with this woman.

Oop, do you really think that's what's going on here? That sounds really disturbing. Then again, a lot of people here seem to be saying similar things. Comment three, I mean, it's 100% what's happening. She is newly out of a divorce. She wants a booty call, that's it. She's probably really resentful towards men her own age right now and wants a partnership that she can control completely. So, she gives you gifts so that you feel indebted to her.

Then, when you don't want to do something you remind her of her ex-husband, and how men suck, and she blows up at you. Trust me. You have a sugar mama. That's why this whole thing seems weird. Now that you know, you can decide what you want to do. Are you okay with continuing, now that you know this isn't a real relationship? Or would you feel more comfortable entering into a genuine relationship with someone close to your own age with less baggage?

Update, okay, so I initially posted an update on this yesterday, but it was deleted for being too soon after my first post and the situation has changed slightly since then. Hopefully this is a better time to post. After having some time to collect my thoughts, I decided that the best decision would be to break things off since we obviously had different things we wanted in the relationship. I originally planned on doing this when I next saw her that's not how things wound up playing out. Three nights ago after I made my first post, I got a very explicit text from her telling me she wanted to see me in half an hour and all the things she wanted me to do to her. I politely told her I wasn't interested and as usual she started to get insistent and kind of upset. Since it seemed like the path of least resistance I just told her then and there that, while I had enjoyed our time together, I wanted something different in a relationship and wanted to break it off. She asked why and I just told her that it wasn't working and I didn't want to get in a long conversation about it.

Maybe that was a mistake but a lot of people in the last thread were telling me not to try and engage too much with her and that advice made sense to me. For the next several hours, she kept sending me messages asking me what was going on, why didn't I like her anymore, if there was anything she could do, etc., and I just kept telling her that I enjoyed what we had, but I was just ready to move on. Eventually the messages stopped and I assumed that the whole thing was over. The next day I awoke to find a ton of messages on my phone from her ranting about how she thought I was different from other guys but I'm just another stupid shallow asshole who chases after college horrors because I'm too emotionally stunted to handle a relationship with a real woman like her. A few hours later, to my shock and horror, she tried to ambush me when I was on the way to my dorm for lunch, she knows where I live, sadly, and started laying into me.

me about how I was a shallow, immature, ungrateful asshole and she never wanted to see me again. A few hours later she started sending me more nasty messages, so I decided to block her number. She later cornered me again when I was trying to get dinner and demanded to know why I hadn't responded to any of her messages. I told her that I had blocked her number and did not want to talk to her any further and she went off on me again and said that I was an immature loser who'll never find anyone else who's willing to touch my tiny dick again. This is a little bit of my tiny dick again. This really got to me since I do have a lot of trouble with women. Yesterday she ambushed me yet again when I was trying to get lunch and started laying into me

about how I was too shallow, stupid and ungrateful to appreciate a woman like her how she hopes I die alone and I just told her that I was going to contact the authorities, I realized that there was no other option at this point, and walked off. A few hours later, after informing campus security and the local police, I temporarily unblocked her number and sent her a message saying that I had contacted the authorities and that there was going to be trouble if she continued her behavior. She sent me a reply saying that I was being a cowardly piece of shit and I blocked her again. She made no attempt to make further contact with me since then. Hopefully the situation has at least been resolved now, although part of me is still

uneasy just cause of how far she's escalated so far. I'm not going to lie, this has taken a fairly serious emotional toll on me. One of the few women who's ever showed any interest in me, who I used to like and have some amount of respect for suddenly turned into a complete psycho who hates my guts and some of what she was saying did hit close to home at times. I don't doubt for a second that I made the right decision here, but part of me just wants to understand why she went so crazy so fast so I don't wind up in this situation again. Sorry if that sounds melodramatic but that's just where I'm at right now. I hope you enjoy this story.

My guardians informed me that they used up all the money set aside for my wedding to support my sister's failed venture right before the wedding, despite my prior arrangements. Paid for it. My parents are pretty well off. They have a construction business and my sister and I have grown up pretty comfortably. She's always been a lot more spoiled than I have, though, probably because she's the youngest and my mom had her pretty late. For context, I am 29 and she turned 19 just a couple of months ago.

She, let's call her Lucy, is the textbook definition of a spoiled brat and that's why she and I have never gotten along. I don't mind it either, since we are 10 years apart and it's not like we have a lot in common to begin with. But recently, she's been totally insufferable and in spite of her ridiculous entitled behavior, my parents have never stood up to her or tried to discipline her. In the past few years, her grades have been slipping and she's never tried to do anything about it. All she does is hang out with a bunch of her cronies and spend our parents hard-earned money without a care in the world and she's either shopping or out with her friends. She's not taking her life very seriously and it used to get on my nerves because that's not

how my parents let me live. They were pretty disciplined and strict with me but with her, there were just no rules. And then, last year, she said that she did not want to go to college, but she wanted to start her own business. Instantly, anybody would know that it's a terrible idea because first of all, she's barely qualified and it's not even like her business idea was very new or exciting. She wanted to start a denim apparel business with her own designs, and I don't want to be mean, but they were not very original or even good. But her friends had drilled into her head that she was brilliant, and this is what she was destined to do, so she was not budging on it.

Eventually, my parents had to agree to let her start her own business and invest in it. It was probably the weirdest thing that they had ever agreed to do for her, and I told them that this venture was definitely going to fail because she was not even willing to take the advice and was bent on doing everything her own way. Which definitely could not have worked out for the best because she had absolutely no experience in business and yet, she felt like she was above everybody. Anyway, I warned my parents, but they didn't pay me any heed and went ahead with their plans. full throttle. Eventually, I just gave up trying to make them see sense because it was obviously

not going to work. So I just talked to them about safer topics whenever I would meet them and then, recently, I got engaged a couple of months ago and since then, I've been planning my wedding. I planned it with my wedding fund in mind, knowing that my parents would cover most of the costs because they had been putting aside money for me ever since I started dating my fiancé five years ago. But only three days back, they told me that they did. didn't have any wedding funds and there was just a week to go before the wedding. The problem here right now is that I've already paid for everything. I've organized a huge grand wedding because I had always assumed that my parents were going to cover the cost of it. That's what they had

told me, I'm not even being entitled. For years, and even for the past couple of months, they had been telling me and reassuring me that they had the wedding fund ready and all I had to do was pay for everything right now, they would reimburse me for it afterward in one go. It seemed believable and reasonable enough, so that's exactly what I did. If I had any clue that they did not have any funds for my wedding, I would not have gone out of my way to make this such an extravagant event. I've invited many people, rented a massive venue and even the catering is going to be insane. The only reason I went all out was because I had assumed that my parents were going to be contributing to the wedding expenses, and of course, my fiancé and his family are going to be

contributing. But it's not going to be enough to cover the cost of everything. And neither do we feel comfortable asking his parents to contribute more than they already have because, unlike my parents, they are not that rich and have already done the best that they can. Besides, it shouldn't be their responsibility to clean up the mess that my parents have made. We have already been paying for a lot of things out of pocket, believing that we would be reimbursed by my parents, but now that that's not going to happen, we are finally realizing that this is going to create a huge dent in our savings. We cannot afford this kind of wedding right now, but like I said, it's just one week ago, the invitations have been sent out and everything has already been organized and paid for.

This close to the wedding date, we are not even going to get any refunds even if we do try to cancel, so that's going to be pointless. It's extremely frustrating because we had calculated that after we were reimbursed by my parents, we wouldn't have to worry about money, but judging by the situation right now, we are going to have to live extremely frugally and save every sense that we possibly can for the next few years to make up for this kind of expenditure. Obviously, I'm really mad at my parents because they could have avoided this disaster by just being up front with me, but for months, even while planning the wedding, they did not breathe a word of this to me. They chose to stay silent on purpose because, to them,

their pride was more important than the practicality of the situation. If they had just been honest with me right from the get-go and told me that they didn't have the kind of money that they had promised me, I wouldn't have planned such a grand wedding and I would have planned within my personal means. That way, nobody would have been hurt. But they didn't do that, they led me on and lied to me for months until finally, three days ago, they realized that they couldn't let this go on and at some point, they would have to come clean to me. They called me and my fiancé over for dinner and during dessert. They just dropped that bombshell on us and expected us to be fine with this.

Their logic was that since we had already paid for everything, it's not like we couldn't afford it. I tried to explain to them that we had paid for everything out of our personal savings, hoping that we would be reimbursed, but now that that money was gone, we hardly had anything saved up for the immediate future. For some reason, my parents really didn't understand what the issue was and kept telling us that it was going to be fine, and that we had nothing to worry about. I was still trying to reason with them when I finally found out from them where exactly they had spent my wedding fund

and after that, I knew that there was no point in talking to them. As you guys may have guessed by now, yes, my parents invested all that money into my sister's flop business. Lucy's business hasn't been doing too well, which is not a surprise because neither is she very good at the designing part of it nor does she have any business acumen at all. Surely it couldn't have come as a shock to them and when they realized that this was not going well, they should have put an end to it, but instead, they indulged her even more and kept giving her money to keep her business afloat. And at one point, without even realizing it, they had given away my entire wedding fund to Lucy to invest in her business. And by then, my fiancé and I had already been engaged for a couple of months

and they had promised me that they were going to cover my expenses, so they couldn't bring themselves to back out. They told me that it had become a matter of pride for them, which is why they had kept silent for so long. But now, they felt like they had to be honest with me and they actually thought that I was going to be understanding about the whole thing. So they were talking to me very casually as if this was absolutely no big deal. At that point, I knew there was no talking to them anymore. So I just smiled and I told them that it was fine. My fiancé seemed a little shocked, but I guess he realized that I knew what I was doing, so he didn't say anything about it later on either. We left as soon as possible, but as soon as we were in the car, I told him that I was not

going to let my parents off the hook for this one. In the past, I had always put up with them because regardless of their behavior and partiality when it came to Lucy, they were still my parents and I didn't want to hurt them or let go of them. But it was becoming increasingly obvious to me that when it came to Lucy, they were ready to hurt whoever it took. And I was personally sick of letting things slide when I came to my parents,

so my fiancé and I went back home and then, we made a post on all my social media platforms, putting my parents on blast for what they had done. I didn't hold back at all and it felt like years of penned up frustration and anger were just bubbling up to the surface, which was something that I desperately needed. So I made that post with every single detail of what had happened and within a few hours,

people started texting me to console me and some people even offered to help us with our finances. In short, everybody was pretty upset with my parents, especially given the fact that everyone knew that Lucy was not well equipped to handle a business and yet, they hadn't thought twice before spending my wedding fund on her business and then going on to promise me stuff that they knew they could not live up to. After I had made that post, I knew that either Lucy or my parents would try to contact me, so I had already blocked them. For the past two days, they could not get in touch with me, but today, I heard from my parents'

lawyer, and he told me that I could either take down that post or my parents would be slamming me with a lawsuit. And I would have to lose even more money to pay them back in reparations for all the emotional distress that I had caused them with my post. He told me that he was calling because my parents had instructed him that. that I was to be given one chance and if I didn't take that post down, then they would be left with no other option, but to take this up legally and sue me for defamation. I was shocked that they would even suggest something like this, so I decided to unblock my parents

and give them a peace of my mind after speaking to the lawyer. But that didn't exactly go as I had planned. When I called them, I had every intention of telling them a new one and letting them know that they couldn't just threaten me with their lawyer and expect to get away with what they had done. I called my dad's phone number, but instead of my dad, my mother answered and before I could say anything, she told me very coldly that after I had put up that post, my dad had suffered a heart attack. She told me that they had never been humiliated like this on a public platform and neither had they expected me to do something like this because it was a low blow. They told me that if I had such strong feelings about what they had done, I should have been

honest about it and confronted them about it to their face instead of pretending that everything was fine and then going back home and posting about it on social media for sympathy. I was shocked because I had no idea that that's what had happened to my father and neither did anyone else. I tried to talk to my mom and tell her that I didn't know that that's what happened to my dad, but she told me that she really didn't care because it had already happened and I was the one who had caused something like this. So now, I could either take that post down and apologize or I could live with the knowledge that I had done this to my dad and try not to care about it. She also said that she knew that what they had done was messed up. They should have been

honest with me, but if I had really considered them family and respected them as my parents, I would have been honest about my feelings, but now, they believe that to me, their money was more important than they themselves. And I don't know what to say about that, so I just hung up and now, of course, I feel incredibly guilty about whatever has happened. The fact that a post like that could give my dad a heart attack. I had never even thought about it. I had never even thought about it. I was but I have to admit, I didn't know that my dad had heart problems. I've been feeling helpless about it, but at the same time, I really don't want to go back on my word and apologize publicly because, for some reason, I just feel uneasy thinking about

it. I talked to my fiancé about it a couple of hours ago and even he was at a loss for words, so we've been finding it very difficult to come to a conclusion about what we should do. We do feel bad about what my father is going through, but at the same time, I don't think that we we need to apologize for anything that we said or for talking about this incident in public. Ida for not wanting to apologize to my dad for humiliating him on social media even after he had a heart attack. Update 1, so I just found out that my parents made everything up. There was no heart attack.

My dad is perfectly fine and they lied to me just because they wanted a public apology from me so they could guilt-trip me into letting them get away with this. I can't believe that people would stoop to such levels, and I'm really lucky that I decided to try and get an update on dad's health because otherwise I never would have found out about their lies. Three days ago, I had made that post and afterward, I tried to get in touch with my mom several times because even though I was still upset about the whole wedding fun thing, giving somebody a heart attack had never been on the cards. And I felt really bad about what I had done, even though I did not feel like I needed to apologize to them on a public platform. I had taken the

post down for a short time after hearing about the heart attack from my mom, but now it's back up again. While I had been trying to contact him in the past two days, my mom had been rejecting all my phone calls and ignoring all my messages, and last evening, she sent a message after I had tried calling her three times in a row, saying that she was not ready to talk to me until I apologized publicly. If I was not ready to do that, then there was nothing that she or my dad had to say to me. I tried to argue with her, but she didn't respond to me. So out of desperation, I decided to call my dad's physician, let's call him Uncle Ron. He's not just my dad's physician, but has also been an old family friend for a really long time,

so I know that even if my mother did not want to talk to me, at least he would know about the situation and I thought it was worth a try. I hadn't done that earlier because it hadn't occurred to me since I was quite distraught with everything. Anyway, when I called Uncle Ron up, I didn't even wait for him to say anything, and I just launched into my questions. I asked him a bunch of stuff about how my dad's health was doing now, whether the heart attack had been serious or not, whether he was still in the hospital, or if he was at home. After I had gotten it out of my system, Uncle Ron just sounded very confused and he told me that my dad was perfectly fit and fine and told me that they had met over dinner and drinks just the other day. That was pretty

bizarre because I really thought that my dad was suffering, and I insisted on it until he finally told me that he was positive that my dad was perfectly fine because they had recently met, and even if my dad had suffered a heart attack since then, he would have definitely told him about it, but he hadn't. He told me that I must be confused and since my wedding is coming up, I'm probably just frazzled and then he hung up. He probably did figure things out on his own but didn't bring it up because it was only going to lead to drama. And I'm really thankful for that, but after speaking to Uncle Ron, I decided to go visit my parents and see for myself if my dad was actually fine or not because this was getting ridiculous and confusing now.

It was a great deal of trouble because I'm getting married tomorrow and today, my fiancé, and I had to drive to the hotel in the morning. But I still made the trip to my parents' house just to confirm what I already knew. I hadn't done that earlier because I had been busy with all the last-minute wedding prep and also because I was kind of afraid of seeing my dad in a bad state, knowing that I would be responsible for it. After my conversation with Uncle Ron, though, I knew that I had to go and just as I had expected, my dad was completely fine.

I guess my mom hadn't expected me to show up, so when I rang the doorbell, she refused to open it, but then, I told her that I was not going to leave until she let me see my dad. She tried to argue with me, but I just kept banging on the door until she finally opened it looking very annoyed,

and told me that I had no right to harass him like this, but I didn't care. I just pushed past her and walked in and there my dad was in the bedroom, looking perfectly healthy and sipping on wine while working. As soon as he saw me, he started fumbling and tried to tell me that it had been a while since his heart attack, so he could drink now, and regardless of that, he was feeling much better. My mom also came up to me and told me that it was really disgusting of me that I had come all the way here to actually confirm whether they had been lying about the heart I knew that they had. Right from the way that they were speaking, I could just sense that they had been lying all along, and now, they could try to live up to that, but there was no point.

Now that I knew the truth, I was so disgusted that I just walked out without even saying anything. I went back home, unarchived the posts that I had made, and just tried to calm down to the best of my abilities. After the whole incident with the wedding fund, my expectations with my parents had been pretty low already. I did not think that they were wonderful people, I already knew that, but this recent thing, lying about the heart attack and stuff, that was just disgusting. I cannot imagine something more vile than that and the fact that they only wanted an apology for me, which is why they lied about something as big as this, I can't even wrap my head around it. Obviously I feel bad that my parents turned out to be like this, even though I'm not really shocked. They had always been very concerned about their image and reputation and stuff, so naturally,

they could not stomach it when I posted about the whole wedding fun thing on a public platform because it must have been quite humiliating for them. even though they totally deserved it for lying to me for so many months and creating so much trouble for me. Even before that, I knew that they had a favorite, and it was Lucy. And they always went out of their way for her, but I never let it hurt me too much because I knew that she was a lot younger than me and my mom had her when she was in her late 30s, so she had taken quite a risk, giving birth to her and I tried not to hold a grudge against them. I had always tried to be a good daughter to them, but yesterday, I just realized that there was no point. They were never going to be

good parents to me and I was done. After I put that post back up, I spoke to my fiancé about everything and he comforted me and decided to just focus on the wedding for now. We are in the hotel right now. We drove here in the morning and most of the guests have also arrived by now. We spent the entire evening entertaining our guests and that helped me take my mind off of things, but now that my fiancé is asleep and I'm alone in my room, I just felt like I needed to vent things out so that I don't feel perturbed by any of this tomorrow. Because tomorrow is the day that I have waited for so many months now and I don't want to let anything ruin it. All the worries that I have about my life, about my finances and everything

else, that can be the day after tomorrow, but my wedding day is going to be all about me and my fiancé. So I'm just getting everything off my chest right now and honestly, it feels good. It I know that the circumstances which my fiancé and I are getting married under are not exactly we have a lot to worry about in the future, but for some reason, knowing that I'm going to be spending the rest of my life with him, everything just seems a bit less bleak. So that's what I'm holding on to, that's what's keeping me sane. Update 2, hi, guys. I got married three days ago and it was honestly one of the best days of my life. I had spoken about how I had planned everything extravagantly and invited a bunch of people and of course, everyone attended in spite of the drama surrounding my

wedding. Everyone remembered the post that I had made, and there were a few references to it, but, thankfully, nobody made that whole day about that or discussed the drama at length, with me at least. People were respectful, nobody brought up the fact that my parents and my sister were absent and it wasn't even awkward. In short, I had a lot of fun and everything went smoothly. but the best part was that I didn't even have to worry about my finances anymore because of my wedding gift. So the thing is, nobody stuck to the registry and I think for once, a bride is going to be more than happy that they didn't. Instead of the gifts, all my relatives who had read my post about my parents decided to contribute and pull their money together to write me a check

for a huge amount of money that's definitely going to cover the cost of the wedding. It wasn't a big deal for most of my relatives because I come from a generally wealthy family, but even then, for them to do something like this was so incredibly heartwarming that both my husband and I ended up tearing up at the gesture. I don't have to worry about my finances anymore because of their generosity and they didn't even make me feel like it was charity or something. It felt like there were a bunch of people who genuinely loved me and cared for me and nothing in the world can replace that feeling. So I would say that my wedding went pretty well and I'm very happy about the way things turned out. I'm even happier that my parents and Lucy decided to stay away because, for a while,

I had actually been afraid that they might show up and had tightened the security at the venue. But as it turns out, I had nothing to worry about because as it turns out, they had been vacationing as a family at the beach while I'd been getting married. I found out about it from a couple of my cousins because Lucy had posted a bunch of photos of her with our parents chilling on the beach and staying at some expensive resort and captioned it as much-needed family vacation to get away from all the drama. The funniest bit was the hashtag she had chosen, hashtag not our fam.

It was really cringe-worthy, but I received the message loud and clear, I was not a part of the family anymore, and honestly, I couldn't have been happier about it. I can't do anything about the fact that I'm related to them biologically, but at least socially, we can stay the heck away from each other now.

Update 3, almost six months have passed since I got married and I've had virtually no contact with my family, family. The rest of my relatives have filled me in on what's going on with them, though, and that's how I found out that last week, Lucy finally shut her business down and decided to go to college to get a business degree. Maybe after that, she's going to go back, but for now, she's out of business. I found it very ironic that this is happening after my wedding when so much drama could have been avoided if she had just come to this conclusion earlier. Anyway, my parents have decided to send her to one of the top business schools in the state

and I'm pretty sure that they are buying her way in because there's no way that she got in on her own with the grades that she had. She has been posting about it nonstop on her social media and has been bragging about how it's such an elite institution. It's very shocking that they seem to have money whenever it comes to Lucy, but for me, they were not willing to make a sacrifice. Again, I'm not shocked because that's just the kind of people that they are and now that I have finally taken off my rose-colored glasses, I can see that I should have taken offense at their behavior a lot earlier than I did. That was my bad though, but whatever. I'm very happy with how my life has turned out. My husband and I recently found out that we were pregnant and in a couple of

weeks, we are going to make the announcement. It feels like everything is falling into place and I couldn't be more grateful for what I have at the moment. I know that after my announcement, my parents might try to get in touch with me or they might try to do that after the baby is born, but one thing is for sure, if they find out that they are having a grandchild and they definitely will try to get in touch with me, but unfortunately for them, I'm not going to be open to that. I've moved on and I have no expectations from my parents, so I think it's only fair for them not to have any expectations from me either. I'm in one of the best phases of my life right now and I don't want to let my parents ruin it,

so they're going to have to stay away for good now onwards. My husband also agrees with my decision and that's all I honestly need. He's good, I'm good and soon enough, will be a family of three. That's all that I need to be happy. My parents are just no longer important to me. I hope you enjoy this story. Spouse departed from me for their former partner following one month of our wedding. Twelve months later, that person abandoned them at the wedding ceremony, assuming we were engaged in a romantic relationship.

They pleaded with me To fix things, but I told her it was karma. Hey, guys. So I'm here to ask about something that happened recently, at my ex-wife's wedding to her high school sweetheart. For context, my ex-wife, I'll be referring to her as Sandra, 28F, and I, 30M, had been together for the past three years.

We met through a mutual friend and hit it off instantly. After the first few dates, we decided that we were dating to marry, and if things went well, then this would not end as a casual relationship. So we were both very clear about what we wanted out of this relationship and she had every chance to back out of it if she was not ready, but she chose to get divorced one month after our wedding. A couple of months after we celebrated our two-year anniversary, I decided to ask her to marry me and she said yes. Before that, obviously things had been great between us. which is why I'd asked her to marry me in the first place.

But shockingly, even after we got engaged, there was literally no change in her behavior, and I never would have been able to guess that she had started talking to her ex, her high school sweetheart, Brian, once again. We got married about nine months ago and about a month after our wedding, she told me the truth, and we filed for a divorce. It was one of the most difficult decisions that I had to make, but when she told me that she still had feelings for Brian, and she felt like she had rushed into our

relationship too quickly, there was nothing else that I could do. I had tried everything. I had tried to tell her that this was just a phase and she was going to snap out of it soon. I tried to be mad at her and tell her that everything would be fine if she just stopped talking to him, and I tried to bargain with her, tell her that we would be able to work out if we went to couples counseling. But even I was aware of the fact that after this, there was little, literally no way that we would work this out because when she told me that she had been talking to him since we got engaged, all the trust that I had just evaporated into thin air, and I can't be with somebody that I can't trust, that's pretty basic.

So after some argument, I accepted the fact that she still had feelings for her ex and our marriage was over as soon as it had begun. After that day, she packed her bags and moved out, and we started the divorce proceedings. was relatively straightforward and the divorce was finalized as soon as the waiting period was over, which is just three months in our state. Since then, I haven't heard from her, but I have heard about her and what she's been up to and it hasn't been easy. The friend who actually introduced us to each other, Nina, is a co-worker of mine and she was seven when she told me that after she moved out and we filed for a divorce, she immediately started going out with Brian again and they have been

living together for months now. Two months ago, I even learned from her that they were engaged and were getting married in a small ceremony. Nina had been invited by Sandra as well since they had been really good friends in college, but she decided to decline the invitation because she believed that whatever had happened with me was not right. Thanks to Nina, though, I knew that they were supposed to get married about a week ago. And last week, on the day that they were supposed to get married, I received a call from Sandra's mother's phone. number. I knew that it was actually Sandra calling because I had blocked her, and it was shocking because we hadn't spoken to each other since the divorce. I couldn't imagine her having any

reason to speak to me right now, but just out of curiosity, I decided to answer the phone call. When I answered, she immediately started rambling about how I needed to clear the air and tell everyone that we were not having an affair and that we hadn't even spoken in the past couple of months. It was clear from the way she was speaking that she had been crying and was quite hysterical. I felt a little concerned, so I had to ask her to slow down and explain what was going on, and she told me that apparently, Brian had decided to just leave her at the altar because he thought that we were still getting together behind his back. The reason he believed this was because a couple of days before the wedding, he had seen a bunch of messages that she

had been sending to me over the past few months. I didn't know anything about these messages. I didn't know anything about these messages because I had blocked her right after we filed for a divorce because I didn't want to hear from her anymore. But apparently, she had continued to send me messages, apologizing to me for telling me that I deserve better. The last message that she had sent to me was two weeks before the wedding, saying that now that she was getting married again, she was going to apologize one last time, and she hoped that one day, I would find it in myself to forgive her. She told me that she knew that I wasn't receiving messages because she had been blocked, but she still wanted to send them because it was her way of coping with things.

Brian, unfortunately, did not approve of this and instead of just confronting her about it, he started acting weird before the wedding and on the day of the wedding, he made a speech about how he thought she was still in love with me and called her confused. He announced to everyone present at the wedding that he believed that Sandra was still in love with me and was actually having an affair with me behind his back. So now he was no longer interested in getting married to her because it was quite eye-opening since if she had found it so easy to dump me after three years, it must have been quite easy for her to cheat on him as well. And then, he had walked away from the altar and left her alone there. She had tried to chase him down and talk to him after that,

but he just refused to believe anything that she was telling him. So now, the only hope that she had was if I spoke to him personally and told him that there was nothing going on and that I hadn't even received those messages because I had blocked her. I actually thought that it wasn't going to work by a long shot and I told her that it was a terrible idea to involve me in this and that I was about to hang up, but she told me that all the time that we had spent together, this was the least that I could do for her. I got really annoyed when she said that and I told her that I don't owe her anything, especially not after what she did and how she broke us up. Considering what had happened in the past, it was a big deal that I had even answered her phone

call. Then, I actually hung up and I blocked the number that she had been calling me from as well. I think I did the right thing and I think anybody else in my place would have done the same thing as well. But two days after that, I received another message from her and that was on Facebook this time. Since I had blocked her everywhere, she had to make a new account and reach out to me and she sent me a message saying that her wedding ended up not taking place because Brian believed that she was still interested in me. So the wedding got called off and for some reason, she was blaming me for it. Apparently, she believes that if I had just spoken to Brian and told him that there was nothing going on and that we truly hadn't been in contact since the divorce, then he might

have believed her, and they would have been able to go through with the wedding. But now, the two of them are broken up and she thinks that it's all my fault. I was not going to respond to the message and was just to block her, but I don't know why, I felt like I had to say something. So I texted her back saying that maybe this was karma for what she did to me and maybe she should consider the fact that she deserves this. And after sending that message, I finally blocked her. I didn't think that it was going to be a big deal, but the next day, when I went to work,

Nina told me that she had heard from Sandra's parents that she was going through a really bad patch right now. They had contacted her the previous night and told her everything about how Sandra had tried to get me to speak to Brian on their wedding day and clear the air so they could get married and I had refused and then, what I had said about this being karma for her and how she deserved this. Apparently, after receiving that message, she had a total mental breakdown and a severe panic attack. Her parents were naturally blaming me for this and to my surprise, even Nina said that I shouldn't have replied to her at all. She seemed a little distant for me the day after that and told me that rather than kicking somebody when they're down, I should have just been the bigger person and let it go because clearly she was going through something, and it was not nice of me to say that

to her. That day, even Nina, and I ended up arguing over this because I thought that I had done the right thing, and she thought that it had been kind of low of me to kick somebody when they were down. Nina believed that I had every right to be upset with Sandra, but if I really was upset with her, I shouldn't have responded to her at all. She told me that she believed I was a better person than this. I told her that I did not want to be the better person. I wanted to be petty and get it off my chest. So we ended up fighting and since then, we haven't been speaking to each other, and she is my best friend in the office, so it's been pretty lonely. And right now, I'm wondering if it's even worth it to fight over this at all. Nina had told me that the only way to make this right

would be to just talk to Sandra and tell her that I did not mean what I said, and I just said it in the heat of the moment. I didn't even need to apologize necessarily, but just speak to her once and stop her from breaking down over and over again because that's what had been happening ever since her wedding got called off and I had just made everything worse by what I said to her. I knew that she was mentally struggling and it was not surprising. Sandra always had been very fragile and even when we were together, she had a lot of issues, but I had always been fine with it and took great care of her. But right now, I really don't want to say that I didn't mean what I said about this being

karma for her and that she deserved this because I kind of did mean it. I do feel bad about the fact that she had a mental breakdown over it and that she is going through something so awful but then again, she also put me through something really terrible. And sometimes, being sorry for things just doesn't cut it. I feel like Nina should understand that, but instead, she's been making me feel guilty and given the fact that she is one of my closest friends, I have no option but to take her opinion seriously. So that's how I have ended up here, and I want to ask Ida for telling my ex-wife that she got left at the altar because it was karma for how she treated me. Edit, hey, okay, so a lot of people wanted to know more about Brian and Sandra's relationship with

him. I didn't add it in the original post because I personally did not think that it was relevant, but anyway, since you guys asked. So Brian and Sandra got together when they were in their junior year of high school and they stayed together for about a year before they broke up for the first time. According to what Sandra had told me while we were dating, they had a pretty on and off kind of relationship and it was mostly Brian's fault. Apparently, he was a really insecure guy and couldn't stand it whenever she spent time with anybody apart from him. So they would constantly end up fighting any time she spoke to other guys or hung out with her friends without him and after a while, it just got really toxic for her, so she ended up breaking things off with him.

But a couple of months after that, apologized and got back together again and this time, they stayed together for seven months before he started going back to his old habits again. Then, they broke up again, but they patched up when she started college. They continued to break up and patch up for several years after that until he had to move away for a couple of years for a job. When he moved away, they broke up for one final final time, and that was about two years before she met me. After he moved away, they did not have any contact, and even when he came back, he tried to contact her, but she was with me so she didn't respond. Or at least that's what Sandra had told me, I can't be sure anymore because she has lied to me

about a lot of things, so she might have lied about this as well. Anyway, when Brian came back here, Sandra and I had already been together for a year and she was pretty serious about me. But Brian was also pretty serious about her, so he continued to try and reach out to her, ignoring the fact that she was already with somebody by then. From what Sandra told me, she did not respond to him at the time and after a couple of months of texting her without any response, he stopped as well, but after telling her that he was ready to wait for her. Then, when we posted the news of our engagement in social media, he reached out to her once

again, and he was pretty desperate this time. He told her that he was ready to wait his entire life if that's what it took for her to come back to him, but he was sure of the fact that they were soulmates and he couldn't let her make this mistake, marrying somebody else while he was still around. He started texting her relentlessly after we announced our engagement and would send her several messages every day. Eventually, she decided to reply to him, only to tell him that she was over him, but I don't think either of them believe that because they still continued to speak to each other. On the last day that we spoke to each other, and she told me everything, she mentioned that she decided to meet him one last time before finally moving on, for some closure.

So they met each other two weeks after we announced our engagement and I guess that's when she realized that she hadn't really moved on from him at all. Sandra had told me that when they met, they had only talked to each other for a really long time about everything that had happened in the past and they had decided to stay friends, but I'm not really sure of what really went down that day. After that meeting, she continued to keep in touch with him and gradually, she started to develop feelings for him once again. But she still decided to get married to me because she thought that this was just a phase and she would get over it. As it turns out, though, it was not a phase and she did not get over it. And she did not realize it until after we were married and Brian told her that now that she was committed to somebody else for life, he did not feel comfortable talking to her anymore because he knew that he was still in love with her. It was the thought of losing him that made her realize that she was still in love with him,

which is when she decided to come clean to me. So essentially, she was fine with how things were going as long as she had both of us, but the second she had to choose, she got uncomfortable and the ugly truth of the situation came out, that she was still in love with him and not me. So that was that and we filed for a divorce and here we are now. I guess that's enough context for everyone right now. Update 1, I decided to talk to Nina because it's been almost nine days since we had our disagreement and our cubicles are right next to each other, so it's pretty awkward to sit next to someone, knowing that they don't like you at the moment. The tension was getting too much for me to handle, so I decided to just rip off the Band-Aid and speak to her today.

When we had our lunch break, I decided to stop her, and I told her that I really valued our friendship and I did not want to break. it off over something like this. Because as of now, neither she nor I have anything to do with Sandra anymore so it would be pretty pointless for us to throw away our friendship over her. We could just agree to disagree on this and call it a day since it was pretty clear that we couldn't come to a common ground on this one but then again, it was not necessary for friends to agree on everything. Besides, she hasn't been in my position so she doesn't really know how I feel. After a couple of seconds of silence, she told me that she told me that she was a she was glad that I had decided to take the initiative and speak to her because she herself had

been planning on saying the same things to me. She told me that what I had said about her, never having been in my position, was entirely true, and so it was not fair of her to judge me. She told me she had just been mad at me because she had only been thinking about Sandra's mental state because everyone knows that she has always been very fragile, but while worrying about her. She forgot that even my mental and emotional health had definitely been affected by everything that Sandra had for me through and she hadn't been thinking about that. Just because Sandra had a meltdown because she couldn't get married, it didn't invalidate my experience and she was ready to accept that now. So Nina and I were able to reconcile and were

no longer fighting anymore and it's pretty nice because I got to know from her that Sandra's parents had been pestering her nonstop for the past couple of days, so much so that she ended up blocking them since they were trying to get her to speak to me so I would contact Sandra and apologize to her. I have no idea why Sandra and her parents think that talking to me is the solution to every problem, but I guess that's just because they are used to me being the solution. I used to be her problem, solved for the longest time when we were dating, and like I said, I used to take great care of her. But that's over now and I don't want anything to do with them anymore. So Sandra can continue to feel upset about what I said to her, but I'm not going to

take it back. Update 2, Hey, everyone. So before I say anything else, I would just like to say that it's really cute that you guys are telling me that Nina and I should date but I think of her as the sister that I never had and it's just platonic between us. We could never even imagine dating each other, it's just absurd, and we are just always going to be good friends. Anyway, now that that's out of the way, I wanted to talk about what recently happened to me and Sandra. She was supposed to get married almost more than two weeks ago, but that never happened, as we all know. Since then, I guess she had been holding out hope that I would contact her again and tell her that I did not mean what I said about this being her karma and that she deserved all of this. Like I had mentioned in my last update, she and her family think that I am the one to blame for everything, and speaking to me will be a solution for everything.

I guess she started taking that a little too seriously because today when I came back home from work, she had her car parked outside my house and jumped out as soon as she saw me pull up. It was very obvious that she was in a very delicate state and I could tell that she had been crying, even when she was in the car because her eyes were all red and puffy. I really didn't want to fight with her, mostly because she looked pathetic and also because I was really exhausted after work. I asked her to leave politely when I saw her, but she told me that she wasn't going to go anywhere without speaking to me. She said that she had been beating herself up and feeling incredibly guilty about everything that had happened and now,

she had realized it was because she had never properly been able to apologize to me. She told me that she had thought a lot about my comment, that this was her karma for putting me through something like that, and that she deserved this and now, she believes that if she genuinely apologized to me, and I actually forgave it. her, then maybe things would get better for her. And maybe she would even be able to get Brian back because he hasn't spoken to her ever since he walked away from the altar. It was already superstitious and I honestly did not know what to say, but it wouldn't cost me a thing to tell her that I forgave her, and if it made her feel any better, then I didn't

have any qualms doing it. So she told me, quite formally, that she was sorry about everything that had happened between us, and she wished that she had been honest and transparent with me about everything right from the beginning. It was quite awkward, but I told her that I forgive her and she's free to move on now. I didn't know what to expect after that, I thought that she was probably just going to thank me and leave, but instead, she hugged me and just started crying. She told me that she really meant what she had said about being sorry for what she had put me through and told me that she wished that she had been more honest with me right when Brian had contacted her and then, then, she started

telling me that I wasn't wrong for what I did. By refusing to talk to Brian on the day of her wedding or even saying that this was her karma. She was the one who had overreacted and had been getting defensive because she was just not ready to face the facts. But now, she knew that she had been wrong all along, and she was really ashamed of herself. She told me that not only had she disappointed a good man like me, but she had also lost a good friend, and the person that she had done it all for, Brian, was not even in her life anymore and was refusing to speak to her. While she was telling me all this, she was still hugging me and crying, and I didn't know what to do so I just let her cry herself out. It was kind of shocking, but after a while,

she let me go and she told me that she was really grateful that I had found myself to be so kind to her, even after what she had done. I was quite taken aback by her behavior, but nevertheless, I told her that it was all good and that I genuinely hoped that she found what she was looking for. I also suggested that she should go back to therapy because clearly, she's having a very tough time dealing with her life right now, when I said that, she looked like she was going to start crying again, but, thankfully, she did not. She told me that she had been thinking about it herself because ever since her life had started going downhill, she had been acting crazy and she could feel it herself. She had been having several panic attacks every day and couldn't

go more than three days without a complete breakdown, which was obviously not good. I felt really bad for her, but there was not much that I could do, so I just told her to hang in there and hope for the best. Then, she finally got back into her car and thanked me for everything and then started driving away, and I finally got to ease up a little and go inside my house. It was very strange, but I guess it was the kind of closure that both of us needed. I'm not sure about her, but at least I definitely needed this because now, I feel like I can move on from her. I don't have any grudges against her, I really do hope that she finds happiness in her life because she needs it. And as for me, I know that I'll be able to move on soon enough, but I feel a lot lighter now since I have forgiven her and put an end to that chapter.

of my life. Update 3. Hey. So it's been almost a year since I got divorced and I haven't spoken to Sandra in a really long time but Nina told me that she has heard from a couple of her college friends that she and Brian were able to make up again and eloped a couple of months ago. Good for them and I really hope that they are able to make it work this time. I'm also doing much better now and I'm focusing on work. I tried to go out on a couple of dates, but it was just not working out for me so I've decided to work on myself instead. I've started working out and journaling and I even have plans to travel. And I'm also going to start working on my business model since I've always wanted to start a business of my own and Nina is also into the idea so I might

have a partner in her already. And no, we are still not dating and quite happy as platonic friends. In fact, Nina has started dating one of my cousins and I was the one who was responsible for setting them up, so I'm quite proud of myself because they're going really strong. I guess this is not too much of an update where there is going to be a lot of drama. It's just a life update that I thought I should share with you guys because people know that things do get better. I'm over Sandra and everything that happened. I'm just looking out for my own life now.

After that last interaction that we had, where I forgave her and stuff, we didn't speak, but I did unblock her. We are not exactly following each other on any place. but she did me on my birthday and so did I. Maybe I loved her at one point in time and maybe she did too, but right now, we are both just civil to each other and we just want to avoid any drama. I don't think we will ever be able to be friends, but this is as good as it gets and I'm fine with it. My life is going really well and in a way, I'm glad that whatever happened because I think it made me a much stronger person than I thought I was. I'm definitely not saying

that I would wish something like that upon anybody else, but all I'm saying is that it worked out for me and I guess eventually, it does work out for people no matter what they're going through. At the risk of sounding even more corny, I'll end this update here. Thank you so much for checking up on me. It means a lot. I hope you enjoy this story. The junior sibling engaged in a romantic relationship with his sibling's partner, attempted matrimony, and was disowned by the entire household.

Presently, he is isolated and holding us responsible for wrecking his life. Life. I had always believed that I had a loving family. My family consists of me, M55, my wife Sophia, F50, and our two sons, Jared, M28, and Nathan, M25. My wife and I have spent our entire lives trying to make a good home for the kids, and we've instilled what we thought were good values and virtues in them. them. I can't help but wonder if maybe our parenting is somehow at fault for what happened because it is so heartbreaking and cruel that it has torn the entire family apart. Jared and Nathan always had a loving relationship. I'm not saying it was always rosy, but it was like any other

sibling relationship. They had their share of secrets, competition, and memories. They were rock solid at least, that's what Sophia and I thought. Nathan did show streaks of jealousy towards Jared, but I chalked it up to normal sibling behavior. My wife agreed with me, and it was never serious enough for us to consider in the first place. Simple things like when Jared got selected for his school football team. Nathan was happy but glum for a few days because he felt inadequate. Sophia and I sat him down and told him that he couldn't be expected to have the skills of his brother because his brother would always be older than him.

He understood what we were saying, and it wasn't as the same. though he was vicious or malicious about any of this. And it wasn't always my younger one being jealous of the older one. There were quite a few times when it happened the other way around. For instance, Jared never had very good social skills when it came to girls. He was a shy and nervous boy in that regard, whereas Nathan was more outspoken. He always had more luck with girls compared to Jared, and Jared used to feel upset and left out. Then my wife and I would and counsel him. What I'm trying to say is that we were by no means a perfect family, but we were what I would consider a normal family. We were happy together, we had our share

of fights and bad days, but we patched up, and most importantly, we supported each other through thick and thin. When Jared left for college, he had a drastic personality change. He became more extroverted, partied, went to clubs, and was finally breaking out of a shell. Sophia and I were surprised at the change, but we were very happy for him. It was in college that he met his now ex-girlfriend Haley. She was two years younger than him, and he was apparently smitten by her when he first saw her. I don't know about the private details of his relationship, but I do know that he introduced her to the family at around the two-year mark when he was 22 and Haley was 20. She was a warm and kind girl, and both Sophia and I liked her.

She and Jared looked good together, and we could sense that he was very happy with her. Later that day, Jared came to me and confessed that she was the love of his life, and he was sure that she was the one he was going to marry. I told him that I was happy for him, and I also told him that I liked Haley. However, my advice to him as a father was not to take things too fast and to wait a little before proposing. I told him that both of them were young, and as they would grow, their beliefs and outlooks might change. So it was important for him to be completely sure that both of them were compatible in the long term, and not just in love. We met Haley a couple more times over the next year and a half.

Now during this time, Nathan was not at home. Both my sons had gone to college in other states by then. Nathan couldn't make it at that point, and therefore, he did not meet Haley. A year and a half later, Jared and Haley started having problems. He wouldn't share it. with us, but he just stopped bringing her over and looked tense all the time. Whenever we asked him what the matter was, he would just say that they were going through a rough spot. He didn't say anything else, and my wife and I knew not to push him into sharing things he was not comfortable with. A few months later, we found out that Jared and Haley had broken up. He was inconsolable for a while, and Sophia and I made regular trips to see him and help him deal with his heartbreak.

She was his first ever girlfriend, and it hurt like hell for him to get over the relationship. We kept asking him what the reason was for the breakup, but he never told us anything. Their relationship lasted a little over four years, and it took him another year or more to get over her completely. He is now dating a woman named Mariam, F-26, and he seems happy and at ease with her, so Sophia and I are happy and relieved. Nathan, on the other hand, had a series of relationships and flings. He was never serious or stable enough to reach the level of commitment where he would actually introduce us to somebody. We let him be because he was an adult, and we assumed that he knew what he was doing. What slipped our attention, however, was that Jared was trying to avoid spending time with Nathan ever since his breakup with Haley.

It never struck us initially, and we chalked it up to coincidence, but in retrospect, I understand what was happening. Jared avoided attending family functions and didn't come home as much. He had been an introvert and did not particularly like these gatherings, so we never pressured him. He stopped coming home and used to send us tickets and have us fly to his place. This kept going on, and both Sophia and I didn't even realize that something was seriously very wrong with our son. There had been a few times when I had told him that he needed to come, but he always made some

excuse and shifted it onto his busy schedule. However, Nathan's behavior remained unchanged. He came home regularly, and nothing he said or did made us think that things were tense between him and Jared. Things came to light only a few days ago when Nathan broke some news to us. He had told us that he wanted to introduce us to someone, and he was hoping that Sophia and I would be accepting of it. Both of us were quite excited because this was the first time he was introducing us to his girlfriend. We were looking forward to meeting her, but when I saw who she was, it felt as though somebody had ripped out my vocal cords. I was at a complete loss for words. He came home with none other than Haley and dropped a bomb on us that Haley and he were getting married,

and it was her that he wanted to introduce to us. Sophia and I were speechless and kept staring at both of them for at least a couple of minutes. A part of me thought that he was joking and that it was some big prank on us, but I knew from the look on his face that he was being dead serious. The first thing that came out of my mouth was whether Jared knew or not. Haley looked very uncomfortable, and Nathan said that Jared had known this for a long time now and was okay with it. Now I know my sons very well, and I knew there was no way at all that Jared would be okay with this. I told Nathan to stop lying and that I did not believe what he was saying. He lost his temper on us and started accusing us of favoritism and not being happy for him.

He said that when Haley and Jared were a thing, both Sophia and I couldn't stop fawning over her, and now we can't look her straight in the eye, even though she is the same person. He said that he was expecting us to congratulate him, and we weren't even accepting of his relationship, let alone supportive. He told us that we had double standards for accepting Jared's relationship, but having such an extreme reaction to his relationship. I told him that what he was doing was unparonable and, quite frankly, no less than a sin in my eyes. I wanted Sophia to back me up, but when I looked back, she wasn't there. Five minutes later, she came downstairs with all of Nathan's important documents,

and she threw them in his face, telling him to never show his face to her again. He said that he had come to invite us to his wedding, but we didn't deserve an invite. I said that a ten such a wedding would be one of the worst nightmares of my life, so I was glad he was rescinding his invite, for we wouldn't have attended anyway. He stormed out with Haley and Sophia, and I just stared behind him in disbelief. By the time I could process whatever had happened, Sophia had already called up Jared. She asked him if he knew, and he said that Haley had cheated on him with Nathan, which is why they had broken up. He said that initially he hadn't known that she had cheated with Nathan, just that she had been cheating with someone. Jared said that they had

tried to move past that, but it kept haunting him, and he realized that he did not want to live like this for the rest of his life. He begged her to tell him who the affair partner was, but she kept blatantly refusing to reveal his identity. All this stress had taken a toll on Jared, and he then decided to break things off with her. Two months into their breakup, she was already in a relationship with Nathan, and that was when he knew that his own brother was the one his girlfriend had cheated on him with. I asked him if he ever spoke to Nathan about this, and he said that he had. He asked him why he did that and said that Haley was ultimately not family, and he could expect her to pull off something like this, but never Nathan.

Nathan's only reply to him was that we all do shitty things when we are in love. That was the last time the two brothers had spoken to each other. I asked Jared why he never confided in us, and he said that he did not want us to think poorly of him, and this was his personal issue with him, and he felt that getting us involved would not have been the correct thing to do. Listening to him having to be the bigger person, even though he was the one who had been wronged, completely broke me from the inside. I had tears in my eyes and apologized for not being a good father to him and for not questioning the distance between him and Nathan all these years. It has been three days since Nathan and Haley visited us, and both Sophia and I are in shock. We had decided that we would not be attending the wedding.

I told her that I personally did not want anything to do with Nathan and Haley, and they were dead to me for all I care. Jared, on the other hand, told us not to ruin our relationship with Nathan over this, but for both Sophia and me, this is the right thing to do. I got a call for my parents yesterday. They live down south, and while we don't meet that much, we are close. When my kids were born, they set up funds for both of them, and this was supposed to be for their college. I was a little hurt by that because I felt that as a father, it was my duty to prepare and save for them,

and I made funds for them too. In the end, the boys ended up getting partial scholarships and used my funds, so both of them have the funds set up by my parents intact. My father had told both of them on their 21st birthday that this money was for them to use as they deemed fit, and he would not have any conditions on how they should spend it. Well, apparently, Nathan was planning to use this money to finance his wedding with Haley. My dad called me up to give me a stern talking to regarding our attendance at the wedding. Nathan had complained to him about our lack of support, and Dad was furious. He was practically all but yelling during the call, and he said that he had raised me better

than to abandon my own child, especially on the most important day of his life. He said that Haley was a lovely girl and that I should trust the judgment of my son and not create unnecessary fuss for no reason. He sounded quite angry, and I was getting livid as well. I could not believe he would side with Nathan and Haley after what happened, but as he kept rambling, I realized that he did not even know the entire Jared. Haley, Nathan drama. And of course, how could he? Jared had not told anyone in the family, and Nathan was not the kind to be candid and upfront about the entire situation. I put the phone on mute and asked Sophia

if we should tell him what the reality was or just let it be. Sophia said that he needed to know, or else everyone would be maligning us and Jared for not standing by family, when he was the one who was completely in the wrong. When Dad was done with his tirade, I told him that I needed to tell him something, and he had to be willing to listen to me with an open mind. I then told him about how Jared and Haley met, how we had met Haley as Jared's girlfriend, and Nathan was not there. Then about the troubles that they were facing in the relationship, and finally about the breakup. We also told him what Jared had told us once we asked him what was happening with the entire Nathan and Haley engagement. We told him every bit of detail that we knew. At first, he didn't believe us and

accused us of playing favorites and cooking up a story to save ourselves. He asked us to prove this entire theory to us. Sophia took out her phone and said that she was sure that she had a photograph from one of our meetings. She found it and sent it to Dad. He didn't say anything, just sighed deeply into the phone, and told us he would get back to us. Early that, this morning, Sophia got a call from Dad. She relayed their entire conversation to me, and things are not looking good for him. After I spoke to Dad yesterday, he gave Nathan and Haley a call and asked them if what we were saying was true. Nathan tried to defend himself and lie, but Dad called out his bluff. He then said that Nathan would not be receiving a single

penny from the fund that had been set up for him. Nathan started crying on the phone, begging his grandfather to reconsider, but he was firm. He said that he would not be paying for a marriage based on betrayal of the family. Nathan then lost his temper and told Dad that on his 21st birthday, Dad had told him that he was free to use the money however he wanted, and this was how he wanted to use his money. He said that it was completely unfair that he was not getting the money despite being promised the same four years ago. He tried to gaslight my father into handing over the funds, saying things like he wasn't a man of his word if he didn't give him the money as he wished and that it was his right to have the money. So the thing with my dad is that he is a very

short-tempered person and has always been that way. Given his nature and now his age, he really does not have the patience to deal with drama and bullshit. Nathan was apparently complaining the entire time on the call, as he thought he would be able to strong-arm my dad into giving him the money. But he had had enough. Dad told him that he had. He had a lot. Dad told him that he had initially thought that he would not give the money for the wedding, but would have given it to him in the future to use, but now, because he was acting so entitled and unapologetic, he had decided that he wouldn't be giving him the money at all. And to add fuel to the fire, he said that this money will now go to Jared. It was probably then that Nathan realized that he had dug his own grave.

He started apologizing and saying that he had said these things in anger, but it was too late. Dad did not relent, and I know that Nathan will never see a single penny of that fund in his life. Dad had basically called up Sophia to inform her of the recent developments and thanked us for telling him the truth. He said that had he given that money to Nathan and been even indirectly responsible for funding the wedding, the guilt would have eaten him alive. He also told us that he was planning to make the roots of their entire relationship public within the family so that Nathan and Haley's real faces are shown to the world. Sophia was a little worried about the proposition because she felt that Jared might not agree to it. She said he had moved on and dragging him into this filth and muck again would do more harm than good for him. Dad, however, said that he had already spoken to Jared, and Jared said that he was okay with the family knowing and to do what he thought best.

Dad is adamant that he is going to blow this up, and he said he just wanted to ask us if we had any objections to it. Sophia said that she was okay with whatever he wanted to do, as Nathan was dead to us. She said that she would, however, talk to me and let him know what I had to say on the matter. I told her that I was more than happy with what Dad had decided to do. I know that this might come across as petty, but cheating is something that has always repulsed me. To know that my own son was involved in an affair, and that too with the girlfriend of his brother, just made me lose all respect and love for Nathan. I can't help but feel that maybe there was something wrong with the way we brought him up for him to turn out like this.

I wish this never happened, but I know at this point in time, my priority should be to take an unequivocal stand for Jared and not worry about the family reputation. The worst that can happen is that people will judge Nathan for what he has done. And in my opinion, he should be judged and ostracized. His actions are unforgivable, and no amount of redemption can save him. I know this is all going to turn into a huge drama involving the entire family, and I am scared about the repercussions of it on Jared, but if he is okay with it, I am no one to say no. I would give anything to not be in this situation anymore, but I am helpless, and this is what it is now. Update 1. All of us received a forwarded message from Dad.

I am copying the entire message here. I have always loved my grandkids and tried my best not to be biased. I am not saying that I have been a hands-on grandfather, but Judith and I have always tried to love and care for them to the best of our abilities. When Jared, Nathan, Bianca, Roxanna, and Tyler were born, we set up funds for each of them to use as they wanted. This as they wanted was with an unsaid caveat that we would not allow any of them to use this money for immoral activities. I wanted to give this money to Nathan for his wedding with Haley, who seemed like a very sweet girl when Judith and I met her. I was more than happy to contribute to their happy life.

Imagine my shock when I found out a few days ago that Haley was actually the ex-girlfriend of Jared and Nathan and she got together as a result of her cheating on Jared. It seemed so far-fetched to be true that my first reaction was to not believe this information. However, to my utter dismay, it is, in fact, how things have transpired, and I am now taking back my offer of funding the wedding. What I choose to do with that fund is now my own prerogative, and none of you have any claim on it. I am also informing you that I will not be attending the wedding because I cannot see myself being part of such an unholy union. It was imperative for me to bring out this information in case Nathan and Haley try to malign me or question my principles and ethics. What you now do with this information is up to you.

This message has been forwarded to everyone we consider close family. I don't know if he has sent this message to Nathan and Haley as well, and I am not interested in knowing whether they know what has hit them or not. My sister called me up when she received the text and asked me what on earth was going on. I told her that Sophia and I found out a few days ago, and we were as shocked as anyone else. She is mad at Nathan, understandably so, and has said that she will not be attending the wedding. I told her that Sophia and I were not attending the wedding either, and she heaved a sigh of relief. She felt that maybe she and I were okay with this or were willing to put up with Nathan for the sake of appearances.

I told her that we had severed all ties with him and had nothing to do with him anymore. She asked me if I knew whether Nathan had received this text or not, and I told her that I didn't know and was not particularly interested either. I don't know who else has received this text, and I don't know or care how Nathan is going to fund his wedding. All I know is that I had raised him better, and if he has chosen this path for himself, then he is no son of mine.

Edit, Judith is my mother, and Bianca, Roxana, and Tyler are my sister's kids. Update 2, the wedding is off. Nathan came home 10 days after my dad sent the text. He broke down in front of us, saying that we are the reason he is so unhappy and miserable. Apparently, the recipients included some extended family as well, and all of them refused to attend the wedding. There was a lot of shaming and name-calling, and Haley couldn't handle the stress of it all. She called off the wedding and has not been responding to his calls or texts. I can't say I felt sorry for him or that I wanted to comfort him.

It's just that I did not know how to stop his crying and kick him out of the house. And I'm glad I didn't because I found out that Haley had told her family a completely different version of the story. She had said that the breakup with Jared happened a year before it actually happened and that he knew all about her dating Nathan and was okay with it as well. Everyone on her side of the family believed her stories. But when word got out about the reality of their relationship, everyone was disgusted with her. She has been disowned by her parents and ostracized by her family. Her cousins, whom she is apparently quite close to, have stopped talking to her, as have her friends. Her friends had a good relationship with Jared, and this was told to me by Jared himself.

They frequently hung out together. Her friends had also thought that Haley and Jared's breakup was decided mutually. But ever since Dad sent the text, her friends have deserted her too. She is miserable and all alone, and Nathan is shifting the blame on us. He says that we had no business getting unnecessarily involved in his life and that his life was ruined because of us. Both Haley and he have lost all goodwill and respect from the people they were close to. I told him that it might seem easier and better to him to shift the blame onto us, but the fact of the matter was that he dug his own grave when he decided to get involved with his brother's girlfriend.

He tried to pull off the same true love crap with us too, but Sophia was having none of it. She was quite stern with her treatment of him and said that he was the only one to blame and that he was a repulsive creature to her and she couldn't believe how her son could have turned out like that. I tried asking him again why he chose to pursue Haley, knowing about her and Jared fully well. He didn't have an answer to it and said that Jared was the one who was holding a grudge for far too long and that these things kept happening in adulthood. I asked him whether he was sorry for breaking his brother's heart, and the only response that he had to that was asking us

whether we were sorry for sabotaging his marriage. I knew then that he was a lost cause, and no amount of understanding or conversation would make him see sense. I told him that this was the last time the doors of my house were open to him. He was free to do whatever he wanted to and go wherever he wished, but he had no place in my life after doing what he did. He said that we love Jared more than him and that we are making it so obvious that it is hilarious. I told him that we had always treated both of them the same, but if he thinks this is us playing

favorites, he is a moron. I told him we are siding with what is right, not with Jared. And just because he cannot see or realize that what he has done is wrong doesn't make it right. He was obviously not interested in anything that I had to say. He gave us a long, hard glare and stormed off. This happened last night, and he has blocked both Sophia and me everywhere. I can't say it doesn't hurt to lose my family and see it shattering in front of my eyes, but I feel helpless because I know that there is nothing that I can do to make it whole again. Update 3. It has been a month since the wedding was called off. Haley and Nathan have broken up, and Haley had the audacity to try and get back with Jared. She called him up apologizing for

what she had done and asked him if he had another chance with her and, with that, a shot at forgiveness. Jared blocked her number after that and told us that she might even try to pay us a visit. Fortunately, none of that has happened. Nathan is still of the belief that he hasn't done anything wrong and isn't talking to anyone, or rather, no one is talking to him. We don't know where he is, and that worries me, but I don't think I should be extending an olive branch.

That's just how things are right now, and now that everything has settled in, I guess this is how things will be in the future as well. I had never thought my family would ever have to go through something like this, but I guess fate had other plans, and I cannot do anything other than standing by what I know is right. I hope you enjoy this story. Acquadences discovered my partner's recording on the internet, so I approached her about it and she experienced a total collapse, after which her relatives implored me to remain and look after her during the difficult time. Police investigation revealed she was lying about it being non-consensual.

Almost three weeks ago a good friend of mine, Alex and an acquaintance, Mike, got hold of a video of my girlfriend, Jamie, Sags with another man. Mike found this browsing through PRN sites with niche themes and by chance, recognized Jamie. We got into contact with Alex about it where both of them told me about the infidelity. When Alex and Mike told me of the infidelity, I went somewhere between shot. and numb. I couldn't really say anything until I saw the video where I proceeded to puke my guts out. I couldn't even sit through a minute of it. The fact that it was edited to go straight into the action with Jamie's face clearly visible didn't help. We drove Mike home and Alex had good

sense to force me to spend the night at his place rather than go home where I share an apartment with Jamie with no idea how that would end. We shared some beers mostly in silence. Alex did try to make me open up on what I felt about Jamie's infidelity, but I was just numb. I didn't know what I felt and told him so. I felt like wading through water with no thought in mind other than what was in front of me. Alex didn't force anymore and I passed out some time later. When I woke up, I recovered enough sense to realize that our relationship was most likely over. I go straight home through public transport, most likely brooding and or looking pissed. I wonder what the other passengers thought when they saw me looking like shit while trying to emulate Batman. I get home

and catch her getting ready to go out, ask me where I was and why I didn't contact her. I don't bother answering and just told her we needed to talk. We sit down facing each other on our kitchen table that we built from scratch in my grandfather's farm and that random thought pretty much broke the dam. A lot of stuff happened, a lot of harsh words was said, accusations, and blame. Too many details to describe but essentially, I immediately broke down in tears and asked her how the fuck she could ruin this relationship we worked so hard on. She's confused and wanted an explanation, I dropped the bomb and show the video. She cries, begs for forgiveness, but I hear nothing. More crying and cursing until I tell her that we're over.

That was it and she just, shuts off. She slumped down and closed her eyes, still crying. but says nothing. This gets me out of anger and I try to figure out what she's doing. Talking to her, hard and gentle prodding, nothing. She's really unresponsive so I just drag her to our bed and lay her there. I go back to our kitchen and call her parents, Alice and Julio. I simply told them they needed to come and that their daughter is suffering a mental breakdown. I say nothing more than just telling them that they needed to see us and that what was happening needed to be face to face to explain. I shut my phone off, go back to kitchen and think about

what the hell just happened. Her parents rushed to our apartment demanding WTF happened. I don't tell them about Jamie's infidelity but just say she needed mental help, she's on the bed acting comatose but otherwise, okay. They couldn't bring her out of it and eventually I had to explain. I didn't want to do it without Jamie being able to explain herself. I showed them the video and their heartbroken, told them we had an argument, I didn't hurt her, but she probably couldn't handle the stress and broke down. They decide to bring Jamie to her university's mental health clinic. I decide not to go with them. The next day, Jamie eventually wakes up. She's stable and responsive. There, she says that the video was not consented. Her family decide to

report this to cybercrime police. Jamie's family don't grill her with her mental state being the way it is, but her parents are obviously ashamed and aren't sure what to do other than what the psychologist recommends. Which is to let Jamie rest for a while and support her until they're sure she doesn't implode than was sent home to her parents. This was all relayed to me by her older sister, Jackie, who's trying to be the mediator. She asked me if I really was going to end the relationship. I respond that I'm not sure if we can even salvage it.

Two days later, Jamie's parents asked me to visit them for a talk. I agree and go the next day. Jamie's parents and her older sister are present. We go to their living room and sit down. They looked sad and tired and I felt the same. Jamie will be the last topic of our talk. First is me. They wanted my parents to be involved.

I feel disrespected as we're already adults plus me and my father are ten. but I relent as I'm already tired and a bit out of my depth, which was in discussion in the past after all. Finally, we talk about Jamie. She's stuck in her room, miserable and ashamed, otherwise, okay. She'll stay with her parents for now. When she's needed by the police she can stay with Jackie in a hotel. They understand that I needed space. They've submitted a report to our cities, they live one to two hours away in the suburbs, cybercrime office. Unneeded for the investigation. I explained that I wasn't the one who found the video, but I'll try to get Mike involved. They apologize for Jamie, but I tell them she's the one

who needed to apologize and that they shouldn't baby her. They agree but beg me not to argue right now since Jamie may relapse. They explain her psychologist assessment. Spontaneous nervous breakdown, no history of mental illness, concluded to be caused by accumulated stress from her studies and acute stress reaction from our argument. She needs rest in a safe environment. Syke almost called the police on me but they convinced them not to and with no physical trauma observed, gave up. The discussion devolved to apologizing, tears from Alice especially, and other noise. But they did want to take charge of everything. The investigation, Janie's well-being, her education and finances, etc. I was kind of washed off of everything. Eight days later,

Alice calls me in the middle of the night begging me to see Jamie. Depressive episode, Kitchen Knife, locked in the bathroom yelling for me. Worst hour of my life. I'm pretty sure I almost died twice on the road and glad that my country isn't developed enough for highway cameras. I meet Alice and Jackie outside the house waiting for me. Jamie has mostly calmed and Julio's with her in her room. They beg me to go see her and with how bad the situation looked, I rushed to Jamie. She's a fucking wreck, looked like her blood's been drained and hasn't slept for a while. She starts crying the moment she sees me and reaches out her arms.

Whatever anger, exhaustion, and anxiety melted away and I embrace her. She kept apologizing and begging for me to stay. I shush her and hold her tight. She eventually goes to sleep and I take a moment to think about what's happening. I genuinely felt heartbroken seeing her like this. This is not how I thought will be together in the future, much less this Christmas. I am losing my best friend and would have been partner for life. This was the person who helped me through my depression when even my own family dismissed it.

She's even the one who made me make journals to help process what I go through. It's actually ironic how she's the reason how good I can write down details on her affair and how bad it affected me. She's not evil. She's a beautiful, patient, and overall wonderful human being. Thinking of all the stuff we've been through, what we've done for each other, if I were to list all of it would probably reach twice the word count for my post. I love her and was prepared to be with her for her for a little bit.

life and face everything that comes with it. And she destroyed that. I wake up before her and go to the kitchen for coffee. Jackie is there and explains that she's had episodes twice before and this was the worst yet. All of us except Jamie talk on what to do. Alice is in chemo for breast cancer, Julio runs a business 20 minutes away, Jackie's workplace is already hounding her, and Jamie needs help. The situation is fucked and everyone is exhausted. Jamie needs therapy, I implied mental institution and that almost got my head torn off. But no one can look after her 24 to 7. They ask me to reschedule the inevitable and try to help her. There were definitely some emotional manipulation but they are desperate. Due to my obvious lingering attachment and my

own respect and love for these people, I agree. This is where I fucked up. I go home, talk to Mike about the investigation, he agrees to talk to the police. I call Alex and explain the all the BS happening. He warns me that this didn't sound like the right call, a mental institution was probably the best, and I'm just going to get hurt. Regardless, he'll still stand by my decision and to call when I need him. I love this guy. I've already scheduled a consultation for therapy and Jamie will have a different one scheduled three days from now in my city. I just want to take a really long nap and get away from all this. Update, so, it's been over two weeks since my last post where I got proceeded to get my ass handed to me. I'm not complaining, you guys were right. I do need to leave and start living my own

life. A lot has actually happened since then, but, thankfully, most of it's boring, sad and disappointing. Got myself a behavioral therapist which something I should have done a long time ago. I have different problems unrelated to this that Jamie did help me through most, but a professional really does make a difference. It gave me a lot of hard questions, important questions, that forced me to put my life into perspective. It was liberating experience. finally talked with my own family about this. For context, I'm not very close with my actual parents, particularly with my father. Broken home and all that.

I consider my aunts, my father's four sisters, who stepped up to take care of me as a child to be my real parents. So if I mention family, I really mean just my four moms. Turns out, they were more involved than I thought. Jamie talks to them, she loved talking with them about me and our relationship, they got closer for it too. She asked so many questions about me, what I'd liked, food, hobbies, what my childhood was like. She'd ask advice from them about so many things. What to do when I get pissy, how to get my ass moving, all that cute stuff.

Around a year ago when they noticed that I started acting positively when they played around with the topic of marriage, Jamie and my husband. my family started to get ready. Three of them have families with at least three children each, so to help ease the accommodation, they saved money to pay for themselves and anything extra goes to the wedding, to us and whatever after. They even talked about engagement rings. Calling them disappointed is an understatement. With the bullshit happening now, they opted to give me half of what they saved for the marriage to help me out and also offered to take me back again which truly is a massive help. My biggest problem this whole time was the source of income. I didn't have a job lined up out of my city, still don't, and my savings are meager.

With all that settled, I gave my employer my resignation letter, cancelled my lease and have by the end of the month to sort my affairs. I'm leaving for good. As for Jamie, I've gradually stepped out of whatever's been happening with her and around her. Talked with her family or more like told them that I'm leaving. Gave them info about psychiatric hold and made them handle her appointments with her psychologist and whatever else she needs. It was a sad affair, really. I know it doesn't seem like it, especially with Alice and Julio making me stay and take care of Jamie, but this is a first time for all of us. They raised four great kids, their relationships are great and they even extended that to me even when they barely knew me. Jamie fucked up the

worse and this isn't something anyone can expect anyone else to handle with ease and grace. I mourned my loss of a potential family that I could have been proud to be with. For the POS who filmed her. I still haven't confronted her about it but Mike and Jackie shared what she told the police and how the investigation's going. It was a Korean national she says she met on social media for a fling. She said they only fucked once but that was immediately shot down. The video showed two different.

distinct rooms and got pressure to admit where it was in case they can get anything like CCTV, social media posts, log books, witnesses, etc., and that they did. One hotel still had recordings that day, two hotels with log books containing names and dates, and their DMs. She didn't mention rape, blackmail, or drugs in play, only mild intoxication which was all obvious in the video apparently. Everything but the recording was consented. There were some possible routes to take in terms of damages, but when a lawyer got contacted,

it was pretty much dead on the water. POS being a Korean national currently in Korea muddied the legal waters. They can do nothing else other than contact relevant Korean authorities, gather as much evidence and wait. But the lawyer wasn't confident anything might stick. As far as they know, they have no evidence that it was even POS who set up the cameras the only thing that's obvious beyond that POS stayed the night before and the cameras are obviously long since gone. There are far too many angles POS can play to delay or even win any

lawsuit that reaches him. It will be most likely expensive, drawn out, and with very little chance of winning. So they gave up that route. POS is getting off scotch-free. Why'd Jamie do it? I don't know. Before, I didn't have the guts to ask her. Now it doesn't really matter. I'm not as exhausted as before and my mind's been clearer. I'm leaving for good regardless of why she did it. I can just walk straight out with no explanation or maybe leave a letter for her, thanking her for the wonderful time we spent together, the love we shared, and a final goodbye.

I'm romantic like that. Still, I've decided to handle this with as much grace as I can. I'll help when worse comes to worst, don't look at you. blame on myself or her family, and not even mount pressure on Jamie for ruining everything. Not for Jamie but for my own twisted sense of self-gratification that I did all what can be expected and more. I will leave with my back straight and nose held high. Funnily enough, this did eventually show me how lucky I am despite everything. Yes, the love of my life cheated on me and had the audacity to throw a tantrum over it. My future's looking a little bleak,

I found out so much repressed anxiety and anger for my shitty childhood. But I'm still doing pretty great. I have family that loves me, friends that have my back, and despite her betrayal, brought the best out of me with wonderful memories along with it. I have nothing to be ashamed of, and can say with pride that I was a wonderful boyfriend. Hopefully this will be my last update, if not, the next to be far more boring and less mouthy. mini update and comment, hey guys OOP here. I've been here for a while so I'm very surprised seeing my nightmare being posted.

I'm cool with it but damn I wasn't expecting seeing this to ruin my day. To clarify, this all happened in the Philippines. As far as I know, the Sags tapes were made many months prior the first post. While I'm no longer involved with my ex and her family, I'm confident they no longer pursued legal action due to to the lack of evidence and of course, the complexity of suing a foreign national currently in a foreign country. They have no direct evidence that the man she cheated on me with perpetrated unconsensual filming of sexual acts. It doesn't help that it took many months for us to know it even happened. Edit, there's been a lot of people asking how Jamie is.

I don't know. I don't intend to find out either. I also don't feel like making an update to my situation other than I moved recently and doing okay. Next story, husband left me and our toddler then begged me back so I moved cities and got a new job but found out he was having an affair, then he kept promising to change while still sleeping with her. My husband and I have been together almost eight years, married for two and half of those. Last May, 2019, we separated seemingly overnight. He left me and our toddler and moved back to his hometown.

There was never a solid reason given, just that he felt we should have never gotten married. In July, he changed his tune and wanted to be a family again. He was still at his job in his hometown, so I decided I would ride it out at my job in a different city for a couple of months to build my resume and then start looking for other jobs in his hometown. After six months of a brutal commute, taking care of our child during the week by myself and driving to his hometown every weekend, interviewing, basically bending over back. I finally landed a great job in December. A week before I was to move into the new house we were buying together and start my new job, I found out he had been having an affair. He begged and pleaded for me to stay with him, said he'd break off all contact,

and I foolishly agreed to give him another chance. Two days later while I was back in the different city and completing my last week of work at my old job, he unblocked her on everything and liked her pictures on Instagram. I was devastated. On top of that shit show, he kicked me out of the house we were supposed to move and together and I had to find a new place to live two days before starting my new position. We have lived separately ever since. He has said and done so many hateful things in this time period, and said so many times

that he wants a divorce that I've lost count. Up until a month ago he was still maintaining contact with her. I saw her car at his house, took pictures for the first. lawyers, etc., and he admitted he had been talking with her still. I stopped doing the pick-me dance about a month ago and stopped reaching out to him besides contact about our child. Now he has suddenly changed his tune and is desperate to get me back and will do anything. He has unfollowed her on everything.

He has unliked all her pictures. Tells me not to give up on our family. I've moved on. I am not interested in pursuing another relationship with him. He's hurt me deeply and I feel like I've been fucked over by him so many times that I've lost count. How can I tell him there isn't a chance without sounding like a completely heartless person? I still want to be able to maintain a strong co-parenting relationship with him, so I am friendly to him, but he seems to take that as I want him back.

I have relayed to him my feelings, but they fall on deaf ears. He says he will never stop trying to get our family back together and does not want a divorce. I do. Does anyone have advice? Edit 1, just to show the kind of person he is. When I asked him about the reason for his sudden change of heart, he said it was because I seem stronger. Ah, the irony. Honestly, a big thank you to the prick for yanking the rug under my feet not once, but twice, because I truly have realized how much better I can do and how I don't need anyone but myself to have a happy life. Edit 2. Seriously, thank you to everyone who has read

my story and commented. You have no idea how much it's helping me to focus on myself and realize I need stop considering the feelings of someone who had no consideration of mine. I only hope that anyone who is in a similar situation realizes that you can and you do move on. And I promise that you will feel like a 10,000 pound weight has been lifted off your back. Edit 3, he is being served papers in the next one to two weeks. Guaranteed the I've changed mask slips off. I hope I'm wrong, but I've learned all too well that my gut feelings are usually spot on. Hopefully I'll be back with an update in a few months with the good news that the split is official.

Update, well, turns out my gut instincts were right. The entire time he was begging for another chance and promising this time would be different, I roll, he was still sleeping with the affair partner and telling him he loved her and would do anything to make it work with her. It didn't even hurt me to find it out. I was that unsurprised. It just helped me stop feeling guilty. I divorced his ass. I thank the universe every day that he is no longer connected to me in a romantic way. It feels like an enormous weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Shortly after my original post I met someone by chance at a wedding and fell in love. This person is everything my ex-husband was not. The kindness,

compassion and respect they show not just me, but to my daughter as well, is like something from a dream. I never knew love could be so easy. To anyone in a loveless marriage reading this leave. Do the hard thing especially if they have a pattern of leaving slash returning slash cheating, etc. Lord knows I was terrified to cut the cord. At one time, point in time I was actually starting to feel bad for the guy because he was begging me every single day for another chance. He tried to convince me that getting a divorce would ruin my future, our daughter's future, that she would come from a broken family, but it was the exact opposite. It was broken already and I fixed it. Once I made up my mind that divorce was the best option,

I absolutely thrived. I learned independence. I found how to be happy on my own. I found happiness in a partner. Life has never been so sweet. The bad shit makes the good shit so much better. Thank you, Reddit, for the support on my original post. It helped turn my graveyard into a garden. I hope you enjoy this story. Father deceived my mother into transferring ownership of her company while she was under the influence of medication, then gifted it to my sister's spouse instead of me, despite my dedicated work at the business. 20 years. Five years ago, my mother passed away after a long battle with ovarian cancer.

She was an incredible woman who built a successful interior design business from scratch, turning it into one of the most respected firms in our city. Throughout my childhood and early adulthood, I worked alongside her whenever I could, learning every aspect of the business. It was always understood that I would take over someday, not just because I was the eldest daughter, but because I had dedicated myself to learning the craft and building relationships with our clients. My mother started this business in our garage when I was

just five years old. I remember watching her work late into the night, sketching designs, and making phone calls while still making time to help me with my homework. She built her client-based one project at a time, often taking on small jobs that other designers wouldn't consider, treating each client with the same level of respect and dedication whether they were renovating a mansion or just redecorating a bedroom. By the time I was in high school, she had moved into a beautiful downtown office and had a team of talented designers working for her. I literally grew up in that business. After school, I would do my homework in her office, listening to her client meetings and absorbing everything I could about design and business. By 16, I was helping with administrative

tasks, and by 18, I was accompanying her to client sites and design shows. She made sure I learned every aspect of the business, from the creative side to the financial management. When I went to college, I majored in business with a minor in interior design, taking summer internships with other firms to broaden my experience, but always coming back to work with mom during breaks. My younger sister, Rachel, never showed any interest in the business. She was more focused on her social life and eventually married James, a okay man from a wealthy family who had never worked a day in his life. While I was spending weekends at client sites and attending design shows with Mom, Rachel was planning elaborate parties and posting about her luxurious lifestyle

on social media. She would occasionally drop by the office to borrow money from Mom or show off her latest shopping sprees, but she never once asked about the business or showed any interest in learning what we did. Even before she met James, Rachel had always been Dad's favorite. He loved her carefree attitude and social butterfly personality, while my more serious, business-focused approach reminded him too much of Mom's independence, which I think secretly threatened him. When Rachel married James, Dad was pretty happy. He saw James as the son he never had. completely buying into James's grandiose talks about his business ambitions despite his track record of failed ventures and squandered opportunities. When Mom was diagnosed with cancer, I reduced

my hours at my intern job to help her manage the business while she underwent treatment. I watched her fight through chemotherapy sessions, still insisting on reviewing designs and meeting with important clients whenever she had the strength. Even on her worst days, she would speak with long-time clients. The business wasn't just a company to her, it was her life's work, and she was determined to ensure it would continue to thrive after she was gone. In her final months, she made it clear to everyone, including my father, that she wanted me to take over the business. She even had her lawyer draw up paperwork to transfer ownership to me upon her death. I remember sitting with her in the hospital as she went over every detail of the business with me,

sharing client relationships, supplier contacts, and her vision for the future. She made me promise to maintain the company's reputation for integrity, saying that she knew I was the only one who truly understood what she had built. The day before she passed away, Mom called me to her hospital room alone. She was weak but determined to tell me something important. She revealed that James had been visiting her when I wasn't there, pressuring her to change her will and give him control of the business. He had even brought papers for her to sign, telling her it would take the burden off her daughter. Mom was furious and had him thrown out of her room. She made me promise that no matter what happened, I wouldn't let James anywhere near her life's work. Mom also confided in me about her concerns

regarding Dad and Rachel. She worried that they might try to interfere with her wishes, knowing how Dad had always favored Rachel and how James had been trying to get involved in the business. She made sure all the legal documents were in order and even spoke to her key employees about supporting me through the transition. Everything was set for a smooth transfer of leadership. What I didn't know then was that Dad had already betrayed Mom's trust. While she was still fighting for her life in the hospital, he had been secretly meeting with lawyers to find ways to contest her will.

He even went through her office after hours, taking documents and making copies of contracts. Rachel helped him, using her spare key to the office. The one mom had given her for emergencies only. They were literally plotting behind Mom's back while she was on her deathbed. The day after Mom's funeral, literally the day after we buried her, Dad called a meeting with the company's lawyers. He hadn't even waited for the flowers on her grave to wilt. That's when I discovered the full extent of his deception.

It turns out that while Mom had properly documented her, her wishes to transfer the business to me, Dad had been building a legal case based on the company's original incorporation documents from 25 years ago. When Mom first started the business, she had listed Dad as a 50% owner for tax purposes, even though he never contributed anything beyond basic bookkeeping. This was common practice for married couples at the time, and Mom had trusted him completely. She had attempted to update these documents during her illness, but Dad had deliberately delayed signing them, claiming he was too overwhelmed with her medical care to deal with paperwork. Meanwhile, he was secretly meeting with corporate lawyers who

specialized in hostile takeovers. What broke me completely was finding out about what happened during Mom's final days in the hospital. Dad had waited until she was at her weakest just two days before she passed, when the doctors had increased her morphine to manage her pain. He came to her room alone, after visiting hours, using his status as her husband to get past the nurses. Mom's regular nurse later told me she had protested his visit, saying Mom needed rest, but Dad insisted it couldn't wait. He brought a stack of documents, telling Mom they were urgent insurance forms needed to cover her final round of treatments. Mom could barely hold the pen, but she signed multiple pages. Mom was on heavy pain medication at the time and trusted her husband of

30 years. The night nurse, who witnessed the signing because she thought they were medical documents, said Mom kept asking questions, but Dad just rushed her through it, saying there wasn't time to read everything because the insurance office needed them first thing in the morning. Those papers turned out to be a complete transfer of her shares to Dad, along with documents giving him power of attorney. The signatures were barely legible, just wobbly lines that looked nothing like mom's signature that I had seen on hundreds of client contracts. But Dad had been clever, he got the nurse to sign as a witness and had brought a notary with him who didn't know mom's regular signature. Everything was technically legal. I only discovered this

because the nurse felt guilty and reached out to me after Mom passed. She had realized something was wrong. I tried to fight it, of course. I spent over $50,000 of my own savings on lawyers. who all agreed that what Dad did was ethically reprehensible but technically legal. The fact that he was listed as an original owner, combined with the documents he'd tricked Mom into signing, gave him just enough legal standing to take control. When I brought up Mom's recent will and transfer documents, Dad's lawyers argued that she wasn't of sound mind

during her final months due to her medication, while conveniently defending the validity of the papers she'd signed under the same conditions. Then Dad announced that he was giving control, of the business to James, my sister's husband. His reasoning? The business needs a man's touch and James has an MBA. Never mind that James's business experience consisted solely of losing his trust fund in various failed ventures, or that I had practically grown up in this company and knew every aspect of its operation. The announcement was made at a company-wide meeting where I had to sit there, humiliated in front of employees who had watched me grow up in the business,

as Dad praised James's fresh perspective and modern business acumen. James actually had the nerve to say, I know some of you might be concerned about the changes ahead, but I promised to honor Sarah's legacy and not only had they gone against Mom's explicit wishes, but they had done it in a way that completely dismissed my years of dedication and experience. Dad didn't even have the courtesy to discuss it with me beforehand. I found out at the same time as everyone else.

The look of smug satisfaction on Rachel's face during the announcement told me everything I needed to know about her role in this decision. What made it even worse was discovering later that James had already promised several of mom's long-term employees that they would be taken care of if they supported his takeover. He had been secretly meeting with them, offering promotions and raises if they would back him instead of me. Most of them refused and came to tell me about it, but a few actually took his side. These were people who had worked with Mom for decades, people who had watched me grow up, now suddenly acting like James was the second coming of Steve Jobs. I was devastated. Not just because of the betrayal of

mom's wishes, but because I knew James would run the company into the ground. He had no understanding of design, no relationships with our clients, and no respect for the legacy mom had built. During the transition meetings, he kept talking about his plans to modernize and disrupt the business, showing complete disregard for the reputation and relationships mom had spent decades building. Rachel supported her husband completely, telling me I was being dramatic and that I should be happy for their success. I couldn't bear to watch them dismantle everything Mom had created, so I resigned immediately. Several key employees followed me out the door, but I convinced them to stay, knowing they had families to support. Some of them cried when I told them I was leaving,

and a few even offered to quit in solidarity, but I knew Mom would have wanted me to protect their jobs if I could. I moved to another city and started over, building my own design consultation business from scratch. It was hard work, but I had learned from the best. For three years, I had minimal contact with my family. Dad would occasionally call to complain about how ungrateful I was being, while Rachel would send passive-aggressive messages about how I had abandoned the family. I focused on my work, gradually building a strong client base and reputation in my new city. Some of Mom's old clients sought me out, having heard through that I had started my own firm, and their support helped me establish myself more quickly than I had expected.

Then last month, I received a frantic call from Rachel. It turns out that James had run Mom's company into the ground, just as I had predicted. He had taken out massive loans to fund unnecessary expansions, alienated our long-term clients with his arrogant attitude, and eventually started embezzling money to cover his gambling debts. The business was facing bankruptcy, and James was potentially facing criminal charges. The worst part was learning that he had been using the company's reputation to secure loans and contracts, then failing to deliver on the promises made to clients who had trusted mom's name. What really got me was their response to this crisis. Instead of taking responsibility,

they're now claiming that this is somehow my fault. Dad called me crying, saying that if I had stayed to help James learn the business, none of this would have happened. Rachel insists that I have an obligation to come back and fix things because Mom would have wanted you to save her company. They seemed to have conveniently forgotten that they were the ones who pushed me out in the first place. The audacity of their request is stunning. They want me to leave my successful business, move back home,

and use my connections and expertise to save the company they stole from me. James even had the nerve to suggest that I could work under him as a senior consultant while he maintains control of the company. I refused outright. I told them that they made their choice three years ago when they dismissed mom's wishes and my expertise. I've built something new now, something that's entirely mine, and I won't abandon it to clean up their mess.

The irony is that many of Mom's former clients have already reached. reached out to me, seeking to work with someone who maintains the standards and integrity she was known for. This has caused a huge rift in the family. My father is telling everyone who will listen that I'm letting my mother's legacy die out of spite. Rachel has been posting on social media about how I've betrayed the family and abandoned mom's dream. Even some longtime family friends have reached out to suggest that I should put aside my pride for the sake of preserving what mom built. So I'd offer refusing to help Reddit. I'll update if anything significant happens with the situation, though I doubt they'll stop trying to guilt me into fixing their mess.

Update 1, after my last post, things have escalated significantly. I found out that James has been doing far worse than just mismanaging the company. He's been actively stealing from clients. Several of mom's longtime clients contacted me directly after discovering that James had taken their project deposits but never started the work. We're talking about hundreds of thousands in missing funds, including a $250,000 deposit from Mom's very first client 25 years ago. I also learned from Lisa, Mom's former assistant who still works there, that James has been forging client signatures on contracts and inflating project costs, then pocketing the difference. He's been using Mom's old signature stamps on documents, which she had specifically told me to destroy

after her death because she was worried about exactly this kind of fraud. Then Mr. Chen from the bank called me. He's been handling mom's business accounts since she started the company, and he's known our family forever. He asked to meet me for coffee, looking really uncomfortable about breaking client confidentiality, but said he felt morally obligated to warn me about what was happening. Turns out, Dad did something incredibly stupid. Remember our family dad remortgaged it.

Not just a small loan either, he took out nearly $800,000 against it to cover what he called emergency business expenses for James. Mr. Chin discovered where that money actually went when the bank was reviewing some suspicious transactions. James had gotten himself deep into some seriously sketchy gambling debts at these underground poker games. Not casino poker, we're talking about those illegal games run out of warehouse basements where people get hurt if they don't pay up. James had apparently been going to these games for months, losing more and more money, and telling these people he'd pay them back with his company's money. Dad never told Rachel about remortgaging the house. She has no idea they could lose her childhood home because her husband

needed to pay off illegal gambling debts. The monthly payments are insane, like $6,000, and James blew through all that money in less than two months. He didn't put a single cent toward actual business expenses. Mr. Chin only told me because he's worried about dad's safety. Apparently, James has been hanging around with some really dangerous people, and the bank has noticed some concerning patterns in the withdrawals. He even suggested I might want to hire security for my own office, just in case. I was still trying to process all this information when Rachel showed up unannounced at my office. She looked terrible, eyes all red and puffy from crying, like she hadn't slept in days. Then she said she just found out she's pregnant with their third child.

She broke down completely in my office, sobbing about how they're totally broke. They've already sold all her designer stuff. The whole time she was talking, I kept thinking about how she has no idea about the gambling or the dangerous people James is mixed up with. All she knows is that they're struggling to pay bills. Then, in typical Rachel fashion, she's switched from crying to demanding. She had the nerve to suggest I could loan them money from my business since I'm doing so well now. When I refused, pointing out that I'd worked hard to build my company from scratch after they took moms from me, she completely lost it. Started screaming about how I was enjoying watching them suffer and that mom would be ashamed

of me for not helping family. Rich coming from her, considering everything they've done. What Rachel doesn't know is that three major design firms have already contacted me about buying out what's left of Mom's company. They've heard about the financial troubles and are circling like vultures. I could probably arrange a deal that would save the company's name and protect the remaining employees, but it would mean James and Dad would face consequences for their financial misdeeds. I've been sitting on these offers, not sure what to do. Part of me wants to watch them crash and burn, but I keep thinking,

about the loyal employees who've stuck around. I was actually reviewing one of these buyout proposals when Dad called this morning. He was crying, which is something I've only heard twice before, at Mom's diagnosis and at her funeral. He kept going on about how he should have listened to Mom about James, how he made a terrible mistake, how everything was falling apart. But you know what really got me? Through all his sobbing and apologizing, he never once actually acknowledged what he did to me. He's not sorry he hurt me, he's just sorry his plan failed. Then he started talking about how to fix everything. Even now, with everything literally crumbling around them, he still thinks James should stay in charge.

He actually suggested that I should come back and mentor James to be a better businessman. Can you believe that? As if the problem is just that James need some business coaching, not that he's literally committing fraud and gambling with company money. Dad kept saying things like we're still family and we need to stick together, but where was all this family loyalty when they were stealing mom's company from me? After everything I learned from Mr. Chaun and Lisa, I went to see my lawyer. She suggested I document everything to protect myself, since James's fraud might eventually lead to investigations that could splash back on anyone who ever worked there.

While we were talking, she mentioned that one of her other clients, a forensic accountant, had actually been hired by some of mom's old clients to investigate where their deposit money went. Turns out these clients hired her after they couldn't get straight answers from James about their projects. She's already found evidence of at least six cases of clear fraud. Lisa has been secretly sending her copies of paperwork showing how James has been misusing company funds, including documentation of a business trip to Paris that was actually a vacation with some woman who definitely wasn't Rachel. I'm keeping quiet about the mistress thing for now, but honestly, the way things are going, Rachel's going to find out soon enough. I'm documenting

everything but staying firmly out of the mess. My own business is thriving. I just landed a major contract that Mom had always dreamed of getting, and I did it on my own merits. Several of her former clients have sought me out, saying they see in me the same integrity and attention to detail that made Mom special. I'll update again if anything significant happens, but for now, I'm focused on growing my own business and honoring Mom's legacy my own way. Let them deal with the consequences of their choices. Final update, it's been six months since my last post, and everything finally came to a head. Those clients who hired the forensic account and ended up filing a lawsuit against James and the company. Once that happened, everything else started tumbling out, the

gambling debts, the misused funds, all of it. James tried to run, but apparently those guys he owed money to caught up with him before he could leave town. He ended up in the hospital with a broken arm and some bruised ribs. Rachel showed up at my door at 2 a.m. that night, crying and pregnant and finally knowing the whole truth. She'd found papers in their house about the remortgage, the gambling debts, even receipts from his trips with the mistress. I let her stay with me for a few. I let her stay with me for a few days while she figured things out. She kept alternating between being angry at James and being angry at herself for not seeing what was happening. Dad had a minor heart attack when everything came out. He's okay now, but seeing him in the hospital really brought home

how old and broken he looks. The doctors say stress was a major factor. He tried to apologize to me again, and this time it felt real. He actually acknowledged what he'd done wrong, not just the recent stuff with James, but how he betrayed both me and mom by going against her wishes. Too little too late maybe, but at least it was honest. The company is being sold. Not to any of those design firms I mentioned before, they all backed out when they realized how bad the financial situation was. Instead, one of Mom's old employees, put together a group of investors. They're buying what's left and rebuilding under a new name. They asked me to come on as a partner, but I declined. I did agree to act as a consultant, though, and I'm helping them

reconnect with some of mom's old clients. Rachel filed for divorce. She's moved back in with dad for now, turns out losing the house isn't a sure thing anymore. The bank is working with them to restructure the mortgage since they can prove James committed fraud. She's due any day. now. Despite everything, I've been helping her get the nursery ready. Mom would have wanted that. James is facing criminal charges for fraud. His lawyer is trying to work out a plea deal, but he's definitely doing some time. The evidence was just too clear, especially after Lisa turned over all the documentation she'd been quietly collecting. Turns out she'd been keeping copies of everything since the day James took over, like she knew this would happen eventually.

As for me, my business is doing great. I just bought a beautiful old building downtown that I'm renovating into my company's new headquarters. I probably won't update again. This chapter of my life is closing and I'm ready to focus on writing my own story now. I hope you enjoy this story. Partner offered me a meal I'm sensitive to at his siblings' marriage ceremony. Consequently, I ended our relationship, yet currently he is following. me persistently, suggesting marriage in a crowded place, and claiming I am his soulmate. Wife If 29 met my boyfriend Michael M. 35 at a show I performed in, I am a theater person as a

hobby, and he complimented my performance and bought me a drink. We have been together now for a little over a year. His sister got married last week and I was initially pleased to ask to be a bridesmaid, but also a bit surprised as she barely knows me but I thought this was an attempt to have an excuse to also get to know each other better. Michael and I got into an argument the week before because he said that he wanted to entertain the thought of spicing up our sex life and having a threesome.

He said since I was by, why not? I didn't like the idea too much and said so and it devolved into a petty cold war and he started to ignore my messages after he left my place. He didn't reply to me at all until the day before the wedding asking what time he needed to pick me up since we can't go sprite otherwise people will gossip about us. He barely said anything to me the whole time we traveled to the venue.

The wedding was fine, but at the reception he got me a plate and leaned in to kiss me, but I shied away and he got up to mingle. I started feeling ill not too long after and 911 WOD called. I realized I was having an allergic reaction but had my pen but still had to be carted off by the ambulance and that's when someone A.O. was looking for Michael said that he had left with some of the other groomsmen to a bar nearby. I called six times and texted that it was an emergency as I was getting checked put by the paramedics and again when they strongly suggested I go to the hospital but he never replied.

I was released high the hospital and called him to ask him to pick me up but he didn't pick up so I woke up my best friend and she took me home and stayed with me overnight to make sure I was okay. The next morning Michael called me but I was still asleep so he left me a lengthy voicemail yelling at me that I ruined his sister's wedding and that I always have to make things about me. He came over to further berate me and told me he should just break up with me at this point as I am dramatic and this is all too much, so I pointed out that he had gotten my plate. New full well that I have an allergic allergy to coconut and that his sister had told me afterwards that he knew that the cake he gave me was the coconut cream cake as all the food had signed

saying what it was and what the ingredients were as I am not the only person with allergies that attended. He left telling me that he can't talk to me when I am this way. I was honestly exhausted so I didn't bother going after him. But his father called me to ask how I was doing and after I answered he then told me how I'm hurting Michael's heart by blaming him and Michael has been inconsolable since we fought. I texted Michael to ask if we could talk but the conversation went back around somehow to the threesome and how I don't respect him even in intimate settings or want to hear him out regarding his needs and make things about me. I am so confused because to me this feels manipulative but I respect his father so much. I go to their church and he is a pastor there

so to have him tell me I am in the wrong through me. Ada Edit A lot of comments are suggesting that this was intentional and I have actually never considered he gave me something I am allergic on purpose and certainly not to use against me to leverage in our argument. But I think I may have to come clean and talk to his parents. I know them well so hopefully it won't go too badly.

Small update. Michael texted me this morning to apologize. He said the wedding was stressing him out. and he had a lot on his mind, so he accidentally handed me the plate he meant for himself, not the one for me. He said he didn't know I was in the hospital and feels bad he wasn't there for me, but he left the reception with some of the groomsmen to blow of much-needed steam. I don't know how I feel about it all, so I just replied, okay, he is now asking to come over

and talk this out in person. Second edit For any and all of you calling me stupid or implying I'm a child and why am I still with this guy, etc. Just know, you remind me a lot of him and how he used to put me down and bully me and it's a real wonder of mine if you treat people in your life like he did me. I suspect you do. Glad to be rid of him and indifferent about you. Relevant comments where Op has replied. Oh, she aims to misbehave. Aup be honest, have you, now that you are looking back, seen red flags like this? This behavior likely didn't just show up. Have you ever gotten a

ill after a disagreement with him? Op, oddly enough, I am sitting with my BFF, and she asked me the same question and yes, actually. Our first real argument that I can remember I was down with a stomach bug for almost a week and he visited me and made soup. Then the only big argument I can recall outside this one, he wanted to use labels really soon onto us going on some dates and I didn't, and the next morning, I was sick with chest pains and stomach cramps.

I don't want to sound dramatic or accusatory, but since people have commented he's might have purposefully given me something I am allergic to, I just don't know anymore." Hilda. Risk, Big 3301. NTA, the two of you are completely incompatible. He wants threesomes, you want to attend wedding receptions without leaving in an ambulance. Boop. Okay, when I read this I was with Bestie and we've been drinking and the scream I scrumpeded

laughing so hard nearly killed me more effectively than the Coconut LMAO. Update 1, June 1, 2024. Well, many of you were right I should not have met him in person, but I did. He took me out to lunch insisting he pay for it all and it was incredibly over the top. He had flowers and a written letter of apology, but as some of you messaged me, his apologies dodged the point by way of if I hurt you or that you're feeling X or Y feeling, etc. He quoted some scriptures and said he is repented as his carelessness caused me harm. I wasn't much moved by any of it until he said,

how much his family loves me and how much our church roots for us as a couple and I kind of sat back and realized that one flimsy reason I was even entertaining for giving him and staying was because of the pressure I dealt with as the GF of a pastor's son. It occurred to me that there were so many times I let things slide because he is the heir apparent so he had the power and the social aspect of our community. Sorry I know I am rambling but I'm emotional and tipsy. I remembering just staring at him and saying it was incredibly alarming that by now he can't be aware of my oi-angle allergy and that he didn't bother to tell his own GF he was stepping out

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

making me sick whenever we disagreed to teach me a lesson. I said I was done and he needn't waste his time with me from this point on and left. I then sent screenshots to his father explaining the situation as best I can without blaming Michael for prior illnesses without proof and I got a text about 20 minutes ago from his father. His father is incredibly disappointed in my immaturity and hurt that I wouldn't even give it until Sunday at church where we can pray together, talk at hour and heal. I felt this way for a while but I was able to say at this time that using religion as a took of guilt is low and I am no longer concerned with his version of God as that version is a judgmental, cruel and heartless jerk while the one I always thought of was

loving, compassionate and kind. And I am done. I was told by him and by further emails rolling in that I am no longer welcome at my church until I reconcile with my true husband and learn compassion and respect from my leaders. So I guess that's it. I will enjoy sleeping in tomorrow and eating coconut-free food while lazing about my home rather than going to three spray church services starting at 8 a.m. and then figure it all out from there. I don't know how to sign off, but I do watch a concerning amount of Charlotte Dobber videos

and she usually ends things with practical shit like do your laundry or something so I will just say, live for yourself, feed your soul, and know you were enough. I certainly am going to put in the work to get there and I hope we all make it to the other side contented and filled with love and joy. And by the way, F. you Michael, I know you are reading this. I know you know it's me. And I hope your socks are always just a little soggy. Relevant comments where Op has replied. Still underscore Actuator underscore 8,316. Holy crap. And you stayed with him.

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

but just knowing where I live. Been here since my pre-teen years. When Michael asked me out, it was like a parade. Everyone acted like it was a Cinderella story and I won a lottery or something. I have a friend who I hae'ee been texting today and she is letting me know how dumb I've been, I never told her of our issues, and is about ready to commit crimes, L.O.L. I think I lost myself for a bit, but I wanted to leave the church low key for a while because of my treatment so that helps a bit. Update 2, August 3, 2024. It has been a hot minute. I forgot about my posts until I was watching a YouTube video on Reddit Stories and the story reminded me that I never did update. I found a church in my city a bit more laid back, like we can go to the pub after and have a laugh laid back. I did like it and made

amazing friends I am still touch with but the going to church idea came from my therapist and it was to see if I do identify with the church or the ideals of it and I don't. So now I am back to being the he then I am LOL. My ex quickly moved on and he had a new GF within a month of us breaking us. Bless that woman, I thought, because isn't she in for a ride? Oddly enough she reached out to me on my Facebook and I was curious and opened it. She started with who she is, how long she and ex have been dating and how long they knew each other, childhood friends so basically forever, she then said that she feels convicted by the Holy Ghost to seek a resolution between me and ex and she is worried I may be his true wife. And if I cannot forgive then I am proving

I am not and to let her know as she cannot marry him until I make this clear. I shit you not. Seeing the screenshots the chat with my new church buddies my friends sent vomiting emojis and that this is a cult and not a faith. I concluded they were right and replied with, yeah, marry him if that's what you want. And nothing more. I am getting messages from members of the church, but I don't much care. I've loved my life since leaving. I didn't know life could be so enjoyed really and it makes me wonder how much damage the church had on me, but for now just for fun. I am going to an appointment with a friend of a friend's apprentice on tarot readings,

L.O.L. No, that's true. I was asked. No offense to anyone who believes in it, it's just not normally my thing, so I am curious and interested. Maybe it will be good. I will you know. Update 3, new update, Sep 6, 2024. This is really hard to explain. So after my last post, he stayed away for all of a hot second. He kept dropping off gifts and food, fucking food, of all things at my door. I've ignored them and thrown them out at the end of each week like all trash. He then waited out front for me so when I came out to take the trash out he was sitting right there. I didn't even see him. I was tired and just try and get chores done. He blocked me from my door and went on a speech about how I am his true wife and that he cannot marry his GF without my

permission. I can't keep track of the mental and theological gymnastics he took, but he basically asked me for a threesome with his current GF to see if we can work out who his true wife is. I bluffed and said that my necklace has a panic button on it and the cops are alerted of him being there and to go. He sort of stared at me, but it was blank like he wasn't even human. He went on to say stuff about thinking about me every night before bed and more. I started to gauge just how fast I am compared to him and how quick I would need to run to even wake a neighbor, which one of them would be the quicker to responsive and on and on. I just kept saying no and that the cops would be there and thank the universe for a random siren.

I don't know if that's what convinced him but he did leave and he was sort of chuckling and said that I've always been so playful and called my behavior an act. It took me less than 30 minutes to pack a bag and head to a friend's. I sat in her tub for what felt like a day. It wasn't. When I finally got out, she and I sat down. and started making a plan to start moving my things out bit by bit until it's just down to the furniture. I don't give a flying fuck about the furniture. So we implemented the plan. She would drop in,

her dad would, her mom would, I would with her brother, and slowly over this time we took everything I really cared to keep from my home. I'm safe and away from there and just ready to wash my hands of the place. He has texted me a few times assuring me of this plan to pick his wife. So I finally cracked and sent his messages to his parents last week. It's been silence since then until this past Wednesday. There's a bar I like where they have wine Wednesdays and I went to just relax until I felt a tap on my shoulder. He's there with what looks like a group, and he starts smiling and says we need to talk. I loudly tell him to leave me alone, but he just drops to his knees and asks me to marry him. Some people start to clap, a regular who knows me is now at my back

leaning in to ask if I'm okay. I jerk back and tell him to leave. Me. Alone. The regular offered to pay my tab so I can leave and he walk me to my car. Now it's been this game of getting footage, dealing with the police. So far, I'm told, this isn't evidence of harassment but a domestic dispute, so I don't know what to do about that. I know that I am done with where I live. But moving now feels like the hardest task in the world. I know I have two. I can't stay here. But now I'm mourning at all.

It all feels too big. Next story. Golden Child's sister announced her pregnancy at my wedding after I said no. Now my parents are taking her side, and I'm being pushed out of family dinners. I, F-30, got married last weekend, and it was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but drama unfolded, and now my family is split in half. I need to know if I'm the A-hole or if my reaction was justified. Backstory

My younger sister, F-27, let's call her Lucy, has always been the golden child of the family. She's smart, beautiful, and has always been the center of attention, whether it's her birthdays, graduations, or other significant life events. I've always felt like I was living in her shadow, but I've never said anything because, well, she's my sister, and I love her. Lucy got pregnant a couple of months ago, and while I'm genuinely happy for her, I was also relieved that my wedding day could finally be about me for once. No one overshadowing me. No unexpected news. Just me, my partner, and our big day. A week before the wedding, Lucy called me, and during

what I thought was a casual sisterly chat, she drops this bombshell. Wouldn't it be amazing if I announced my pregnancy during your reception? It would be such a surprise. She went on to explain that all of our family would be there, and she thought it would be such a special moment for everyone. I was stunned. I told her politely but firmly that I didn't think it was a good idea. I had spent months planning this day, and I wanted it to be about my husband and me, not a pregnancy announcement. Lucy said I was overreacting and being selfish. She said it wasn't a big deal, and that Everyone would be so happy. I reiterated my stance.

No announcement at my wedding. I thought that was the end of it. Fast forward to the reception. Everything was going beautifully. I was having the time of my life until I noticed Lucy looking a bit, smug. That's when she tapped her glass for attention. My stomach dropped. In front of all our guests, she stood up and announced her pregnancy anyway.

The room erupted in chief. and congratulations. I was frozen in shock. It felt like a dream. People immediately swarmed her with hugs and questions, and suddenly, my wedding was no longer about me it was about Lucy and her baby. I was furious. My husband could see it, my bridesmaids could see it, and honestly, anyone paying attention could see I was upset. But I didn't want to cause a scene, so I left the reception early, crying in the bridal suite. My husband tried to console me, but I was heartbroken. Now, here's where things get worse.

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

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

for storming out of my own wedding and for making a big deal out of nothing. I held firm, though. I told them how deeply hurt I was, how Lucy had completely disregarded my feelings and my boundaries. I tried to explain that it wasn't just about the announcement, it was about years of feeling like I always came second to her. Unsurprisingly, Lucy doubled down and kept calling me dramatic and self-centered. My parents were still on her side, repeating how everyone was happy and that I should let it go. Now, here's where things got even messy. My cousins and some extended family caught wind of what was going on, thanks, social media, and the family divide has gotten even

wider. One of my cousins actually called Lucy out publicly, saying what she did was attention-seeking and disrespectful. That led to a full-blown family argument in our group chat, with people picking sides. The weirdest part? Some family members who initially didn't say much are now telling me they've always seen Lucy as the golden child too, and they're glad someone finally spoke up. course, this didn't go over well with my parents. My mom told me I was tearing the family apart and that I needed to put an end to this nonsense. But I wasn't the one who made it public, and I can't control what other people say or think. What really shocked me, though, was how my dad reacted. He's usually the peacemaker, but he straight up told me that I ruined Lucy's

big moment, her pregnancy announcement, and that I'm holding a grudge for no reason. That hurt more than I expected because I always thought he at least understood where I was coming from. On top of that, my parents invited Lucy and her husband over for dinner a few nights ago, but they didn't invite me. When I asked why, my mom said they didn't want any more drama. So now, not only am I dealing with the emotional fallout from the wedding, but I'm also feeling like I'm being pushed out of my own family. I've been doing a lot of reflecting, and honestly, I don't think I can keep pretending everything's okay just for the sake of keeping peace. I love my family, but I can't keep sacrificing my feelings and self-respect just to avoid conflict.

My husband has been super supportive through all of this, and he's encouraged me to set clear boundaries with both my sister and my parents. So, as hard as it is, I've decided to go low contact with Lucy and my parents for now. I'm not cutting them out completely, but I need space to heal and to figure out how, or if, I want to move forward with them. Some of my cousins have reached out to say they support me, and that's been a huge comfort during all of this. Relevant comments where OP has replied. Commenter 1, absolutely NTA. I always hate suggesting LC or NC, but to be honest it sounds like the only option in this scenario if you wish to keep yourself respect. What Lucy did was terrible, and the way your parents are taking her side

is equally horrid. I would get closer to your cousins, they seem like your real family. OOP, thanks for the support. I agree, low contact seems necessary to keep my self-respect. Lucy's actions hurt, and my parents siding with her made it worse. I'll definitely focus on my cousins who've been supportive. Appreciate your advice. Commenter to, NTA, your sister is a self-centered bitch and your parents obviously prefer her over you. Fuck all three of them and when they're ready to take accountability then you can rekindle the relationship. Until then, ignore them and enjoy your new marriage.

Commenter 3, NTA, sent her the bill for the wedding since it was her big moment. I hope you enjoy this story. I follow a plant-based diet, but I mentioned to my partner that I could consume animal products while on my business trip to Japan. However, he became emotional and ended our relationship because I refused to eat meat. With him for years. I, 34F, have been vegetarian for about four years. My boyfriend, 34M, is a meat lover. He is an excellent cook and he loves steak and other types of meat. He's never asked me to start eating meat. I have never

asked him to stop eating meat. I don't care what he eats, it's 100% his, and everyone else's choice. I don't talk about being vegetarian, don't promote it, and I try to figure out my own food if I need to so I don't inconvenience others. Sometimes it's hard to find a restaurant with a vegetarian choice besides a side salad so I'll do the legwork to find a restaurant everyone will like. My choice to be vegetarian hasn't seemed to be an issue or cause any big inconvenience. But maybe I'm wrong. When I went on vacation with my boyfriend's family for a week, his mom revised her risotto recipe to use veggie broth instead of chicken broth so I could eat it. I didn't ask, I think my boyfriend suggested it to her. I was really appreciative. When my boyfriend and I went on vacation for a week, we both looked

up restaurants that would have a veg option for me. We mostly ate at seafood places because of where we were vacationing, and I managed to find a veggie burger or something like that at most places. My take, I have a work trip to Japan coming up soon. I told my boyfriend I was considering eating meat during that week so I can fully experience the culture and food. That means sushi, Wagyu, ramen, things like that. I'm not sure if I can actually get myself to eat meat during the trip because I think I'll feel guilty about it. My choice to be veg is because I feel bad for how animals are raised, treated, farmed, and the nature of how they're usually killed. I know I can get humanely raised meat but I choose to abstain altogether. I miss sushi and steak the most, but again,

abstain. My boyfriend's take, he is upset that I would consider breaking vegetarianism for this week-long trip, but I wouldn't consider breaking vegetarianism to have a steak with him. It makes him feel like he's not worth it. It makes him feel like the trip and the co-workers I'm going on the trip with are more important than him. I know he bonds over sharing food with people. He likes to cook for other people, and he's never been able to cook a steak for me and we've never been able to share a steak dinner together. We've gone to steakhouses. We've gone to steakhouses. before, but I just eat whatever else they have. It's not the same as us both enjoying a steak. He also said that all the effort to accommodate me being vegetarian seems like a waste now,

his mom going out of her way to make the risotto without chicken broth, looking up restaurants where I can eat something besides a salad. Him cooking stir fry or other dishes and leaving the meat separate on the flat top grill until I serve myself the veggies and then after that he combines it all together with the meat, things like that, me not being able to enjoy the best shrimp he's ever had on our vacation together. He was to the point of tears over us not being able to eat a steak together. I understand it would make him feel bad that I'd consider eating meat on the trip, but I haven't offered to eat a steak with him. I feel terrible for making him feel this way and making him feel less important or less worthy. I apologized for

this and apologized for making him feel this way. I told him that's not it. It's not that he's not worthy, that this trip is probably once in a lifetime and I'm afraid that if I have a steak here at home with him I'm concerned it'll become a slippery slope. I told him I don't want to stop being vegetarian. How do I navigate this? Editing to add, when he told me how he felt about this I listened, apologized for making him feel so poorly and validated him. I understand why he feels bad, and I should have thought about how this might go before I said it, that I'm considering eating meat on the trip, out loud. During the conversation I thanked him for telling me how he was feeling and thanked him for telling me how important that would be to him. So I offered to have a

steak with him, and I also let him know I don't want it to become a regular thing because I prefer to stay vegetarian, or mostly vegetarian, I guess, since having steak with him wouldn't be vegetarian. I know sharing meals together is important to him. It's also important to me. What I did not know, however, is that he was so badly wanting to have a steak together where I eat it too. When he cooks meat I always comment on how good it looks and smells, and he has said before, I wish you could taste this. In hindsight, that comment from him was probably hinting at him wishing I'd offered to eat a steak with him. He hasn't asked me, hey, can you please eat a steak with me tonight or would you ever consider eating meat with me or for me? If he asked me those questions and I said no,

and then I said I'm considering eating meat in Japan, that would be a different comment. I haven't rejected him that way, but I also haven't offered to eat steak with him either until this conversation came up. I didn't know this specific thing was something he wanted so badly. I thought because he eats meat as much as he wants and we eat many meals together that he was satisfied in this area. We've never been to a vegetarian restaurant together. I try to make my vegetarianism as small as possible. I don't want it to be a thing. I bring food to his house. I get a side salad or kids' groups. grilled cheese at restaurants that don't have any other veg options. I don't make it a big deal,

I completely understand why he feels bad. That's not what this post is about. I'm just wondering how to best move forward. I also just told him I was considering eating meat on that trip without thinking about it first. I didn't think about how he'd feel, he'd feel slighted, I didn't think about how I'd feel, I'd feel guilty and anxious about the thought of actually going through with eating meat, etc. When we talked about it, I brought up that I'll have to slowly incorporate meat into my diet leading up to us having a steak together or to going to Japan if I choose to eat meat on that trip. I know that's a thing. Considering how anxious I feel about actually thinking more about going through with eating meat, I think it's best for me to just not eat meat

on the trip. But now I still have to figure out how to address the topic with my boyfriend because now I know he wants me to eat steak with him, and I offered to do that for him. Thanks for all the feedback, everyone. Update, October 30th, 2024. Here's what happened. This is going to be really long. During the two weeks leading up to me leaving for Japan, we got into a couple big arguments, and about five days before I left he told me he can't do it anymore. He can't take all the arguing, he's exhausted, I don't take responsibility for the things I'm doing wrong, and all I do is focus on what he's doing wrong. I don't talk enough about the things that I need to fix about myself, I don't talk about my insecurities enough, and I don't

take enough responsibility for the ways I communicate poorly and how that makes us fight. A little more context about the arguments. Argument 1. We had a talk one Sunday about how I was feeling. He could tell I was down, and I told him I was feeling lonely. He asked how else I'd been feeling lately and I shared that I've also been conflicted about some work stuff and some family and friend stuff. We didn't talk about the loneliness, just about the other things. He went into solution mode and was emotionless about it.

It wasn't what I needed, but I went through that process with him first since he seemed determined to get to the bottom of it. Throughout the discussion, a couple things rubbed me wrong way. First, he told me he doesn't think I actually feel that way. And second, there was no empathy. When he was done leading that discussion, he asked me how I feel. I told him poorly. The first thing I shared is that it's disheartening when he asks me how I feel,

I tell him how I feel, and then he replies with I don't think you feel that way. This isn't the first time this happened. Other times when he's asked me how I feel or what I think about something, he's told me, I don't believe you. I don't think you feel that way. It doesn't make sense to feel that way. I think you feel like that because of XYZ, not because of the reason I gave him. The second thing I shared is that I would have liked him to not only focus on analyzing the situation

and to say something empathetic like, Ah, babe, that sucks you feel so lonely. I'm sorry to hear that. What's going on? I told him I appreciated the solution mode discussion and that helped, and I also needed some empathy. He got quiet and his body language changed. I asked him if he's upset. He firmly replied, yeah, I'm upset.

I asked why and he said because I'm only focusing on the things he did wrong. He tried so hard to handle the situation well and he did everything else right, but all I told him is what he did wrong. I reminded him he did other things right. And I referenced back to other conversations where he has shared a grievance with me and I haven't given him what he wanted in the moment. He wanted more empathy or more softness, for example, and he's quick to point it out and tell me what I'm not doing right and what he needs from me.

This conversation kind of ended after that. I brought it up again a week or so later and he said sorry for not handling it well. Argument two, he told me he was making plans to watch a horror movie with his friend, Aaron. They periodically watch movies together, just the two of them, and that's fine by me. However, this made me feel insecure this time because I don't feel like he gets excited to make plans with me, really tries to make or initiate plans with me, besides just hanging out at it. home or something or saying we should go to the brunch place we like nearly every weekend. Anyway, I got really quiet and started tearing up in the moment, and I was trying to process

how I felt and figure out if it's worth bringing up or if I just need to handle it on my own and not tell him how I was feeling, because I know it's an insecurity of mine. He asked me what's wrong and I decided this is benign enough to talk about. I told him this made me feel really insecure. He told me it doesn't make sense for me to feel that way, I shouldn't feel that way. and he's never done anything to make me feel that way. I explained myself and explained why. He loves horror movies and I want him to want to share that with me and I feel insecure about it.

If the rest of our relationship was healthy, this probably would not have made me feel poorly. But I had been feeling not really wanted for a while, so this kind of tipped the scale. He persisted that it doesn't make sense for me to feel this way and listed reasons why I shouldn't feel that way. Eventually he said okay and he understood what I was saying. He asked me if I felt heard and I said yeah I think so. Then he wanted a chance to say his perspective. He went right into how it doesn't make sense for me to feel that way, why I shouldn't feel that way, and that he's never done anything to make me feel that way.

I got so frustrated because that contradicted what I thought we just resolved when he said he understood my feelings. He got upset because I was bothered about it again after I just told me. him I felt heard. He said he wanted softness from me and I wasn't receiving him well. We went back and forth after that, me trying to explain why his responses to me were bothering me, and him insisting the same things again. It never got resolved. Argument three, I was leaving for Japan on a Friday night. My flight was at like 7 p.m. that same day he was going to drive about an hour away to spend the weekend with his best friend. We talked a few weeks prior and I said I wasn't going to work that day so I could prepare for the trip, and we agreed we'd hang out that day but never

firmed up any plans or times. We went out to dinner and I asked him what time he was planning to leave on Friday to drive to his friend's house. It was a genuine question with no feelings or anything attached. He replied between 3 and 5 p.m. I don't know what I was expecting him to say, but when he told me 3 to 5, I realized I felt bad because I wanted him to want to spend that time with me leading up to my flight, and maybe take me to the airport or something. I never expressed this to him previously. We didn't talk about it yet. But in that moment, I told him I felt unconsidered and I wished he would have considered me.

I screwed up because I should have told him I wanted to hang out leading up to my flight instead of saying I felt unconsidered. But at the same time I don't know if I would have felt comfortable telling him that because it would interfere with his friend time and change his plans. I'm not sure how he would have received that. Maybe well, maybe not, he got really upset. I tried explaining why I felt unconsidered, and immediately his body language changed, he pushed himself back in his chair a little, made this smirk, scoffed, and started interrupting

me. I got frustrated and heated and told him not to interrupt me when I was trying to explain my feelings, and I can see he's about to get defensive. I was definitely triggered by his change and demeanor and his attempt to interrupt me. I thought to myself, not again. Not this time. stand up for yourself and make sure you get to share your feelings. He got even more upset that I assumed he was going to get defensive, and he got upset I wouldn't

let him interrupt me. He said he'd D-I-D. Consider me, his plan to leave between three and five wasn't firm, and if I'd just let him interrupt me, this big fight wouldn't have happened. He said my feelings weren't appropriate because they were based on an incorrect assumption I made. The assumption I made was that he didn't consider me, and that his plans to leave between three and five were firm. He told me he just pulled that time frame out of the air and it wasn't firm. He didn't have dinner plans with his friend yet, so it was all flexible. When he explained himself I thanked him for explaining it, I apologized for assuming he didn't consider me, and I told him I see his perspective.

He was really upset with me, though. So he explained again why what I did wasn't okay. It wasn't okay that, one, I assumed he didn't consider me, two, I said, I wish you would have considered me, three, I called out his body language, and four, I assumed he was going to get defensive. Side note, me saying I wish you would to him is a no-no because it makes him feel awful, so I have worked hard to not use that phrase with him. I failed this time. I explained that those were my feelings based on the information I had at the time, and even though they were based on wrong information, it's still okay for me to tell him how I feel first, and then he can set the record

straight. Then he can say something like, oh, these plans aren't actually firm. Sorry you didn't feel considered. The plans are flexible. And I can say, okay, sorry for assuming that. I'd like to hang out up until I go to the airport. That didn't work for him. He insisted that if I just let him interrupt me none of this would have happened. I ended up reiterating his point and apologizing three times. Also, over the summer, something similar happened with the roles reversed. He assumed something incorrect and he was upset about it, and I interrupted him to tell him what the correct information was, and he told me I need to hear him out first before I chime in with the correct information. Because his feelings are still his feelings and they should be heard. It's hard to do, but I agreed.

So I brought up that conversation as justification for why I should be allowed to tell him how I feel before he interrupts me. He still wanted to interrupt me because my assumption was wrong. Then he got upset that I changed my stance so quickly. When he told me the plans were flexible, I apologized for assuming he didn't consider me and I told him okay, I understand. That works for me. He said he feels crazy when this happens, when I feel bad about something, he explains his side. and then I say, okay, I understand, and I let my original feelings go and I sighed with him. He said that I'm gaslighting him because it seems like a big deal to me.

Then he gets worked up, and then I back down. I tried to explain that it's normal and healthy for someone to be told new information and then take that information into consideration and change their approach. It's healthy for me to hear him out and say, yeah, I made an assumption and I shouldn't feel bad about this anymore. Anyway, he was really upset with me all night. The whole fight was because of my poor communication. When we woke up the next morning, I thought he was going to apologize to me. Apparently, he thought I was going to apologize to him. That's when he told me it's over. Next story, husband asked for divorce on our 14th anniversary trip after I found him cheating.

So I met someone new and now we're engaged while my ex is begging for another chance. My 47F husband, 47M asked for a separation on our 14th anniversary. While we were away in a foreign country to celebrate, while we weren't as close as we used to be, we almost never fought and generally enjoyed each other's company and families. We do not have any children. The night before our anniversary, he brought up he wasn't very happy in the relationship, but didn't know why. The next morning, I asked to see his phone and he said,

know. He said I would find flirty messages with one or more other women on it. He had made some female friends through school and work and he said felt like there might be someone out there who was a better fit for him. I said I did not want to do a trial separation, as I don't believe you can work on something if you aren't living together. If he wanted to separate it would be final. He understood, but said it was something he had to do. After being away for only two days, we re-booked our flights home, flew home, and he packed some belongings and left. Seven days later he asked to come home and we started marriage counseling. He had a lot of trouble admitting he had at least one emotional affair.

The counseling was not helpful, he was defensive and not open to it. I suspect something physical happened with the other woman but I do not have any proof. He had deleted all his flirty texts, Snapchat, etc., so I could not see them. After four weeks of living together again and attending counseling sessions, he decided he no longer wanted to try to save the marriage and he was leaving. He packed up and left a few hours later. He stayed with a friend, found a new apartment and signed a one-year lease. I was devastated and even had to take time off work to process what had happened and

attend individual counseling. After a four weeks, I started to feel a bit better. I went out for drinks with a group of four coworkers that live in my area. and found I really enjoyed one of them, 42M, a lot. I had only met him over Zoom before this. We started seeing each other a couple times a week. Quite quickly it grew into a truly amazing, loving relationship. I've stayed in counseling throughout as it wasn't easy to process the sudden ending of my

long-term marriage at the same time as beginning something new. It's been about seven months now. My ex-husband eventually decided he wanted to try to save the marriage again. but I declined. He says I'm TA for starting a new relationship so quickly. Within six weeks of him leaving, our relationship was over as I can no longer trust him, and he has hurt me immensely. I do not want a relationship with someone I cannot trust. Am I TA for moving on? Comments where Op has replied, commenter one. NTA. He literally said he felt there'd be a better woman for him somewhere. He's cheated on you probably multiple times, so he's,

he doesn't have the right to be mad at you for moving on when he couldn't even stay faithful to you. He can't try to get rid of you and want you again. Commenter too. He was expecting Op to stay single, still want him and not move on. While he did whatever he wanted. Op, did you actually get a divorce? Oop, in our state couples must be separated a year before they can file for divorce. But yes, we will be filing when we can.

The weight sucks though. Update, October 25th, 2024. I am not sure how to provide an update, so I hope this is right. The biggest update is that my ex-husband, 48M, and I, 47F, are finally officially divorced. We split everything equally, and I bought him out of the family home. Thankfully, the divorce process was quick and easy once we waited the mandatory separation period for our state. When signing the divorce papers, he asked if I was sure.

I wanted to proceed, notably, while he was seeing someone else. He wanted to try again if I was willing. I wasn't, and thankfully he didn't fight it or make the divorce process more difficult in any way. My ex has been seeing this woman for quite a while now. I know he knew her before we split, but I do not know if he cheated with her or not. It doesn't matter to me. I wish them the best. My relationship with my new partner, 42M, has continued to be amazing. It's the best relationship I've ever been in and I can honestly say I've never been more happy. He is kind, loving, and a great communicator. We moved and together a while back, and a few months later we became engaged.

We plan to elope sometime in the next year. While it may seem crazy, I am extremely grateful for my exes cheating and the following heartbreak. Without it, I may not have found the happiness I have today. I hope you enjoy this story. Selfish spouse demanded that I prepare meals for his entire extended family on a nightly basis during my pregnancy, leading me to reach my breaking point and assertively declare that he should handle it himself. His parents were taken aback by my response.

I was being childish. So all of this started a couple of weeks ago when I found out that I was four weeks pregnant. My husband and I were thrilled so we hosted a dinner party a couple of days after we found out, so that we could make an announcement for our families. But the problem started when people from his family started showing up every other day to visit us and he would invite them to stay for dinner, no matter what. We don't have a housekeeper or a cook, I have to do all the cooking and that was a problem for me because I don't go on maternity leave until my third trimester so I'm working right now.

I can't come home from work every other day in the evening, entertain guests. and cook, not just for myself, but for the people who my husband randomly decides to invite for dinner. It's just not feasible and yet, he continued to do it several times even after I told him that I was not on board with this kind of behavior. We have been together for four years and got married about a year and a half ago, and he has always been very close with his family. That has never been a problem for me, but this is simply ridiculous. His parents, his uncle's family, and his sister's family live just a couple of blocks away from our house, so it's quite convenient for them to drop in whenever they please. Even before I got pregnant, they would visit us maybe twice or thrice a month and I would

have to cook for them back then as well since that falls under my share of the chores. But then, I did not have a problem with it because their visits were spaced out and not that frequent so we had our space as well. However, after the pregnancy announcement, they started dropping in more frequently and instead of spacing the visits out, I would have different members of the family visiting on different days of the week, like my in-laws would visit us on one day. Then a couple of days later his sister and her family would visit and then his uncle and sometimes even other relatives, which is obviously very tiring for me. So I ended up having to cook for several people more frequently than I was used to and a couple of days ago, I just snapped.

It was my sister-in-law's family who were visiting me, it was her, her husband, and their kids and they were actually going to leave before dinner, but my husband started to insist that they stay. I was not there in the room at the time, but I could hear him insisting that they stay for dinner and I started to feel really angry. So I thought that I would go to the living room and ask to speak to him in private so I could put an end to this. But when I went out, my husband made the mistake of telling me to serve them dinner at the earliest and his sister actually started saying what she wanted for dinner. I just couldn't hold back anymore, so I ended up snapping and said make it yourselves. I was really angry, so I did not even

bother to wait for them to react, and I just went back inside my room and slammed the door shut. I knew that they had been pretty shocked by my reaction. I had seen that on their faces, but at that moment, it had become really hard for me to keep my temper under control since this had started happening way frequently. I was not mad at my husband for being insensitive and entitled, but I was also mad at his family because at least they could have had the good sense of declining to stay for dinner so frequently so that they wouldn't end up overburdening me. A couple of minutes after my outburst, my husband came into our bedroom and confronted me about what had just happened. He seemed quite upset as well, but I was not going to apologize because I had already told him

several times that I was not cool with his family showing up every other day because I would end up cooking for all of them and it was not easy, having to do all of that after coming back home from a long day at work. And recently, I had also started experiencing morning sickness, but all he seemed to care about was his family and their visits. I told him very firmly that if he had come to the room to argue with me instead of apologizing, then he could just give it a rest because I was really not interested, but he still went on to argue with me and told me that if I had a problem with him inviting his family for dinner every other day. I should have kept that between the two of us instead of insulting his family. But instead, I had not only insulted him,

but also his sister and her family for no reason, and he told me that I needed to apologize to them. I honestly don't see why I would need to do that because I had initially intended on keeping this between the two of us because it's a personal issue that doesn't really involve his family, but he was the one who kept pushing me by ignoring my concerns. It wasn't like I hadn't spoken to him about this before, but he hadn't paid attention to me, and neither did his family seem to care about me. If they seriously think that it's completely fine to get a pregnant woman to cook for a bunch of people every other day after a long day at work and expect the woman to be fine with it as well, that's their problem and not mine. I had been pushed to the very edge by him

and his family and I was already feeling quite irritable and in spite of being my husband, he was doing nothing to understand my situation and only cared about himself and his family and how they perceived us. But I don't think my husband understands any of that because as soon as I told him that I was not going to apologize to anybody, he started losing it. He started yelling at me in the room and told me that I was being supremely disrespectful to his family and that it reflected poorly on me, but also on him. He told me that I had embarrassed him in front of his sister and his brother-in-law, and for that, I needed to apologize because he was sure that his parents were going to find out about this as well. I kept trying to argue with him and explain my side of things,

whatever I said in the previous paragraph, but he was just not ready to hear me out. After a while, I got so frustrated and exhausted, trying to explain to him why I was. was so upset that I just gave up. I simply stopped arguing with him and let him continue to talk while I started packing my stuff. When he realized that I had started packing, he told me I couldn't just run away from the situation and expect everything to be fine, but I didn't even care. I just continued to pack and he went away so that he could sit and sulk in the living room. Once I had packed a bag for myself, I decided to get a cab and came here to my parents' house. I left while he was sitting in the living room and he saw me leave, but he did not say anything to try and stop me.

A couple of days have passed since then and he has made no attempt to contact me but has spoken to my parents. That's because when I showed up at my parents' place, they were very confused as to what was going on, and when I explained the situation to them, they told me that they knew that I was right about the way that I reacted but we still had to deal with the situation and not talking to each other was just not a solution. but I made it very clear to them that I was not going to reach out to him unless he apologized. So yesterday, my parents decided to call him up to talk some sense into him but after the phone call, I found out that my parents had not been able to get him to see my side at all. Instead, he had told him that he was simply not even interested in hearing my side of the

story because regardless of what I was going through, the way I had behaved was not okay. He had literally said that there was simply no excuse because apparently, he thought that I had acted like a total brat by throwing a temper tantrum instead of keeping my emotions in check. So the problem right now is that he thinks I should have saved my outburst for later and not behave that way in front of his family, even if I had a problem with what was going on, and even threw in some accusations of me trying to isolate him from his family because I don't like them. But I don't think that I did anything wrong and even his accusations are totally bogus, in my opinion. So Ida for telling my husband to make dinner himself if he wanted to

cater to his family? Update 1, hey, first of all, thank you so much to everybody who commented on my post and had advice for me. Thank you for letting me know that I am NTA. I had seriously begun to doubt myself after whatever my parents told me because honestly, on the phone call with my parents, he had sounded pretty convincing, and I had started to second-guess myself. But honestly, the more that I think about it, the more I realize how entitled he himself has been acting. Both of us have corporate jobs and come back home around the same time. We had started living together about two years before we got married and had always split the chores. It was all mutually decided and we have always stuck with that system since then, so I really didn't have

an issue with cooking. In fact, I really like cooking and it's one of my favorite pastimes. Cooking for two is easy enough, but when he started getting me to cook for guests so frequently, that's what became annoying. Even before marriage, when his family, or sometimes even my family would visit us, I wouldn't have an issue with cooking for all. What I really had a problem with was him treating me like his housemaid while I was pregnant and expecting me to bend over backward for him and his family. If he has a problem with me standing up for myself and snapping on just one occasion after trying to deal with this as civilly as I possibly could, then I think the problem is actually him and not me. And a couple of people in the comments said that his family had no.

part to play in this, but honestly, I don't agree with that. They know I'm pregnant, they know that I'm suffering from morning sickness, they know that I'm working the same hours that he does and yet, they don't have the common sense to decline to have dinner at our house and make me cook for all of them. His mom has been pregnant, so has his sister and they're all working women. I'm pretty sure that they were aware of the fact that this was not easy for me to cope with every other day and since my husband was not making it easier for me, the least they could have done was at least try and look out for me since they are so big on family values. On top of that, there were the accusations that he made about me trying to isolate him from

his family. If I had never liked them right off the bat, I never would have been cooking for them before we got married or even afterward. I never would have tolerated their presence in my house in the first place and would have started trying to isolate him from his family before I got pregnant and wouldn't have waited until now like that's just common sense. Anyway, it doesn't matter now because I have made up my mind that I'm not going back to him unless he apologizes, and if he doesn't, then I guess I'll have to speak to a lawyer. Update 2, so it has been one week since the incident and also since I left home and my husband hasn't bothered to contact me yet.

Neither have I spoken to him, so I'm guessing I might have to start looking for lawyers. And his parents have convinced me even more that I need to start seeking legal help because I recently had a chat with them over the phone and it was not pleasant. They called me up last evening and in the beginning, they were trying to be quite supportive. They told me that they had heard about what had happened the other day and they also knew that we had not been on speaking terms for almost a week. And my mother-in-law told me that she could understand what I was going through. She was trying to sound sincere and I almost bought it until she said that even though she knew that I wasn't completely wrong, she did think that I overreacted a little bit and her son was completely right in demanding that I apologize to his family for it.

She told me to put myself in his shoes and think about how I would be if he had treated my family like that, with such a disrespectful tone and then said that keeping a family together is hard work and we have to put an effort into a marriage to make it work. So now, her advice to me would be to swallow my pride and go back to him and try to make this work because I can't just leave home because of such petty matters, especially when I'm pregnant. That was really annoying for me to hear because I thought that everything that she said to me, she should have been saying to her son. If she really could understand where I was coming from, she would probably also be able to understand that I was right in having an outburst the other day and because marriage was hard work, would it be too unrealistic for me to expect my husband to put in that hard work? Especially when he is wrong?

Even though he is aware of the fact that I am pregnant, he hasn't bothered to check up on me and neither has he spoken to me. It's not just my baby, it's his baby too, and yet, it's very obvious that he doesn't seem to care because he thinks that no matter what he does or how he behaves, I should just suck it up and let it go. And that's not just what he thinks. His parents also seem to feel the same way about the situation right now. What I don't understand is why isn't he expected to let it go. After all, he is the one who put me in a difficult spot, in spite of me telling him repeatedly not to keep inviting his family over for dinner so frequently because it was exhausting for me to do all the cooking. I tried to explain all of this to

my in-laws on the phone because I seriously thought that they were going to understand, but I was wrong because as soon as I started explaining this to them, they started telling me that I was just making up excuses for myself and my behavior. They told me that at the end of the day, I had to go back to my husband and I couldn't just stay with my parents and expect things to work out on their own because that was really childish of me. They also told me that the only reason they were even getting involved was because even though the situation was my fault, I had already tried to get my parents involved and tried to manipulate him into apologizing to me by having my parents call him. So I had to clarify that I did not make my parents contact them. They had done

that on their own, and they had not even asked him to apologize to me, they had just wanted him to speak to me once instead of ignoring me. And this whole sermon that they were subjecting me to, I told them that they should stop wasting their time and say it to their son instead because I'm not interested anymore. I guess my mother-in-law got offended at that because then, she started calling me names and stuff and that's when I hung up because I'm not here for that. So far, it was just my husband that I was upset with, but now that his family is slowly getting involved, I guess I'm getting to see their true colors as well. I had already been thinking about speaking to an attorney, but I had been holding myself back because I did not want to go to a place from

where I could not come back easily. The only reason I was waiting was because of the baby, I did not want to ruin whatever I had so far because of one fight, but now I see that my husband is willing to do that and so is his family. And if I'm being frank, at this point, I don't see the point of waiting anymore because so far, if I had been staying because of the baby, now I'm going to leave because of the baby as well. I don't want to stay in a situation where I'm not respected and I'm not valued enough, which is exactly what's happening here. So thanks to his family, I think now I'm finally going to be filing for a divorce. As for custody, I'm ready to settle for partial custody and he can have as much time with his baby as he wants to, I'm not going to hold

that against him, but on a personal level, we are done now. Update 3, so it's been nine days since my last update and after that phone call from my in-laws, I decided to start looking for divorce attorneys so I could file for divorce. Within a couple of days, I had started speaking to one guy that a friend of mine knew personally and we filed for divorce a few days after that. And I guess yesterday, my husband was finally served so he finally bothered to call me up. I don't think he had seen this coming because he sounded pretty shocked on the phone and asked me if I really wanted to go through with this. I felt really bad saying it because I had really been in love with him for all these years,

but now, I don't think love is enough. There has to be a certain amount of respect in a relationship as well, and that was clearly not present here because otherwise, he wouldn't have treated me like this, and he definitely wouldn't have made those accusations against me. So I told him that I actually intended on going through with this because, after the conversation that I had with his parents, I really couldn't pretend that everything was fine anymore. They had shown me their true colors and the biggest reason why I was filing was not even them, it was his behavior. If he had bothered to reach out to me before being served just once, maybe I would have changed my mind. But the way he was treating me, like giving me the

cold shoulder was the biggest punishment of all. As if the silent treatment was going to teach me a lesson, it was just weird. I told him that I was really upset with the changes in his behavior that had come ever since I got pregnant and I was having a hard time reconciling this new personality of his with the guy I used to know. Besides, if he was not even going to talk to me, I did not see the point of staying together with him and I had waited for long enough before making the move. In fact, even after I had filed for divorce, I was still waiting for her. him to contact me, but he did not do so. He only bothered to reach out once he realized that I was seriously going to leave. I couldn't help but start getting choked up while I was talking to him

because I got really emotional since it hit me that I was speaking to him after a really long time and we were talking about breaking up. It was a huge deal, so I couldn't help it. Unfortunately, he didn't even say anything to try and fix things after I explained all these things to him. There was no apology. He just asked me if I was going to be. He just asked me if I was going to going to file for full custody as well, and when I said no, he just disconnected the call without even saying bye. So that was that and I guess this is the end because I don't see how we can ever bounce back from this because he has made it very clear that he's not going to apologize, no matter what. And you know what, I respect that. At least we both know that it's over.

Update 4, hey, so he is not contesting the divorce and it's a relief, but it is also really sad for me. I had really never even thought this day would come, but here we are. We have already started the mediation sessions, but that's just for the custody arrangements since we have always kept our assets and stuff so that's not going to be a problem. We don't even have any extraordinary demands from each other for the divorce, so that's going to be an easy process. The two of us already have a verbal agreement, we are just going to need to sign off on the legal paperwork and then we'll be done with it. But about the custody arrangement, that's going to be a bit tricky because we are getting divorced before the baby is even born and we know that we can't

afford to have our newborn travel back and forth every week just so we can have enough time with our child. Currently, given this scenario, we are considering the idea of allowing our baby to live with me full time, and my husband can come and go as he pleases. I'm going to be staying with my parents, so he knows where I am at and this is what we are considering for the first couple of years until our baby needs me a little less. I mean, biologically, our baby is going to need me the most once he's born, so we're just keeping that in mind. It's going to be difficult, having him over every other day after the baby is gone and I'm pretty sure that his family is also going to visit, but that's how we are going to have to deal with it. We have managed to be civil

with each other so far during the mediation. We are hoping that we can carry that forward even after the previous bond because we really don't want any negativity at this point. Update 5, hi, so quite a few months have passed since my last update and I'm currently in my third semester, which means that I've gone on maternity leave. A pretty long time has passed since I last spoke to my in-laws or anybody from my husband's family. In fact, the only person that I have mainly been in touch with outside of my own family and friends, has been my husband, or my soon-to-be ex-husband, to be more precise. I had completely forgotten that I had bad blood with my in-laws after the last conversation that we had, so when they called me a couple of days back, I answered the phone quite cordially,

and that seemed to surprise them. And a few seconds after I realized that I had had a fight with them the last time that we spoke, I toned it down as well. But luckily, the way that I answered the phone had set the tone of the conversation already, and they were very polite with me throughout the phone call. They didn't exactly apologize, but they did say that they regretted the fact that things were turning out to be like this. They also brought up our last fight and said that they should have dealt with the situation better,

which is not exactly an apology, but it's not an apology, so it's something at least. I told him that it was all in the past and tried to make it seem like it was not a big deal because honestly, at this point, it really wasn't. I mean, my husband and I are literally getting divorced, I don't think compared to that. Anything regarding them is going to be a big deal for me. They seemed thankful that I was downplaying it and told me that they would really be grateful to me if I allowed them to visit their grandkid after my baby was born, given the current circumstances. That was basically their way of saying that regardless of the fight that we

had in the past, they still wanted to be an active part of their grandbaby's life and I obviously said that they were welcome to visit. I don't really have to do any chores here at my parents' house. They have a housekeeper and my mom does most of the cooking, so I don't have to work myself to the bone when we have guests like I had to when I was living with my husband. And that's a major part of the reason why I said that they were free to visit whenever they wanted to after my baby was born. I could have declined and been petty, but I chose not to because now that I'm going to be a mother, I'm trying to be a better person as well. I really don't want to carry forward any negativity into motherhood, and that includes forgiving people, even ones who had gotten on my

very last nerve previously. Update 6. Hi, guys. So the divorce has been finalized, it happened a couple of weeks back in a few days ago, I gave birth to my son. A lot of people were there, like my family and my husband and his family. We had a bit of a moment when he first got to hold our son and it was really emotional. Both of us were thrilled and still are and for some reason, it feels like we are back to being the people that we were before everything went wrong. He has been staying with us here in my parents' house, so he can spend as much time as he possibly can with the baby. We don't stay in the same room, though he's been staying in the guest room. He had been here for a couple of days before the predicted due date because he did not want to

miss even a second of the birth. I mean, it's really hard for me not to get sentimental about all of these things because the divorce is still fresh and I haven't exactly moved on from him yet. It became even more difficult for me when after the birth, that night, he was helping me out and stuff and he finally apologized for everything. He told me that he was really sorry that he had to put me through all of this. He hadn't realized how difficult to be. He didn't realize how difficult it had become for me, and by the time he did have that realization, it was way too late. I had already filed for a divorce and he had accepted it and told me that it had probably been the worst decision of his life, not to fight for me. It got me really emotional and I had

to fight myself really hard so I did not end up completely sobbing and stuff in front of him. I mean, I don't really hope that we can repair our relationship so quickly and go back to being the way that we used to be. That's definitely not going to happen anytime soon and right now. I just want to focus on being a mother. But who knows, this is definitely a start. Before this, he wasn't even willing to acknowledge the fact that he had messed up, but now, at least he's willing to admit that he did not treat me as well as he should have. Anyway, all I'm saying is that if there is even the slightest chance that we can make it work,

even after everything that has happened, I would like to take that chance. He has been really great so far, and if at some point, we loved each other and we wanted to make it work, I don't see why we can't go back to that point again. Especially now, since our baby is here, I want to give our son the chance to have a normal family life. So who knows, maybe we might put our differences aside, but for now, I'm just happy to be a mother. I hope you enjoy this story. Male acquaintance informed my partner that we engaged in a romantic relationship because I turned down his advances. consequently, my significant other of three years ended our relationship, despite the fact that I remained

faithful. I am a 25-year-old female. Friend, 24M, told my boyfriend, 25m, we were having an affair, but we're not. Boyfriend doesn't believe me. I want to say to start off with that I realize how messed up a situation this is, and I understand why my boyfriend would be upset and even suspicious, but I can't believe he doesn't trust me. So, I've been with my B.F. Paul, for three years. In the beginning of our relationship, Paul had some issues with trust, he had been cheated on in the past. I made it clear right away that I had never cheated on anyone, that I would not, and that I understood if he had trust issues from the past, but that it was a deal breaker to me to be with someone who

couldn't trust me. He has, since those early days, been really good about it and throw. throughout our three years together, I think I've earned his trust. I have always been honest with him and never cheated on him. He's asked to see conversations of mine that I've had with male friends twice over those three years, and I've obliged. The second time, however, I made it clear to him that I was very unhappy to be treated as though I was acting suspiciously and did not deserve privacy with my friends when he had no reason at all to think I was being shady. I said that if he didn't trust me because of something I had said or done, I was 100% happy to have a conversation about that, to discuss it, and to address any issues he

have. But if I had done literally nothing to cause suspicion, then I expected him to trust me. He agreed with me, said that I had done nothing, and never asked again. Once of those conversations he asked about was with my friend Roger. Roger had, two years before I started dating Paul, confessed feelings of love for me. I told him I wasn't interested, and that was that. By the time I was seeing Paul, I had absolutely no reason to think things were anything but platonic between Roger and myself. A week ago, Roger and I got together for coffee. Again, I want to stress that before this happened I had literally no reason at all to think he had held on to those feelings. At the cafe, Roger suddenly went on this impassioned monologue about

how much he still loved me, how Paul was a terrible boyfriend and I should dump him and be with Roger, how loyal Roger was, how perfect we were together, etc. I was pretty much silent through this whole speech because I was so surprised and uncomfortable. But when he stopped I told him, probably not as strongly as I should have, but I didn't know what to do, that I loved Paul, that I was absolutely not leaving Paul, and that I needed to go home immediately. I was shaken up by the whole thing so I took my time getting home to calm down. But by the time I got home, I found that Roger had sent a long, utterly insane FB message to Paul detailing how much he loved me, that we were destined to be together and heavily implying, but not outright stating,

that Roger and I had been carrying on an affair for weeks. I don't know why he did this. I have no explanation. Paul believes it completely. He has listened to my explanation of things. He has listen to my explanation of things, but thinks I am lying. He doesn't want to see me or talk to me at all anymore. I'm completely devastated that Paul would believe this FB message over me. I'm horrified that my relationship with him has ended like this. I'm embarrassed that now I'm being seen as a cheater and a slut who slept around on Paul. I'm utterly hateful toward Roger. It's been a week and I can't convince Paul to talk to me. I know he's. He's not. He's notary had those trust issues in the past, but I really believed we were long past them. What do I do?

Comments March 15th, 23 I think your answer is kind of nested in what you wrote. You find it a deal-breaker if someone is unable to trust you, your boyfriend, in the context of a my word versus their situation, without there being any evidence besides Roger's word to suggest you were cheating and with this set against your stated position that you haven't ever done so. so. Has chosen to believe someone else over you. It seems he does not trust you, and you've just said yourself what you decided the consequences of that would be. Going crazy 1-2-3-4-5-6, I didn't

think of it this way until you put it so clearly. I guess you're right, even if I spoke to Paul now, I would always remember that he didn't believe me or trust me. I'd always be scared of it happening again. Cota Verity, do hold on to that. You've been together three years, and all it took was a single FB message to make him completely believe that you've been cheating. He's insecure and doesn't trust you and that's what's doomed the relationship, not anything you've done. I'd remove any trace of both of them from your life and move on. You deserve so much better than this. Edit, just want to add, the fact that Roger said that he's in love with you to Paul makes this even more unbelievable, to me. He gets a message from a guy who is obviously obsessed with you and he decides to trust him over you, I'd be pissed if that was me.

Roger obviously has every reason to try and break the two of you up. Shit flinging monkey, are you kidding me? If it was the other way around and she got a Facebook message from someone who was previously in love with her so, this whole sub would be screaming not to trust him. I agree that this is a deal-breaker for her, but you can't dismiss her boyfriend's feelings that easily. None of this is your fault. Your friend is nutty, however, I think the lesson here is when a friend declares feelings

for you it is smarter not to maintain that relationship everybody is not as weird as your friend who I hope you are now not speaking to, but it is at least awkward. I don't think you can do much of anything except Hope Paul will come around. I haven't had any contact at all with Roger and I don't think I could ever forgive him. Weirdly enough, Roger has not at all attempted to contact me since this happened. He sent that F.B. message to Paul and now has gone totally silent and not attempted to contact either me or Paul. Grolacostic, so this guy professed his love and you kept him around the last few years. Do you keep any of these other men hovering around you waiting for their chance?

I don't blame your boyfriend. If I got that message it would take a lot of convincing that it wasn't true. For someone to confess to an affair that didn't happen is quite rare indeed and even if untrue I'd be mad that I had to be involved in spillover drama from your friends. Lady Bozy, I don't blame her boyfriend for his reaction because most people don't do crazy things like pretend they had an affair with someone. But, I don't think it was necessarily wrong for her to continue being friends with her. this guy. A friend once professed his love to me, I turned him down. We kept our distance for a little,

then had some awkward interactions, then went back to being friends. We were fine for years and he never tried to sabotage any of my relationships. We lived happily ever after, as friends, in relationships with other people. I think most normal people tend to move on after rejection. I definitely hear what you're saying, but I just want to point to point out of it. out I never believed feelings would magically evaporate. Roger said he loved me five years ago. We were distant from each other for about a year after he told me he loved me. Then reconnected through mutual friends, and were friends for a year before I dated Paul. During that year, he acted totally platonically around me and I guess I thought he'd had enough time to get over his feelings.

He's been totally platonic as well for the three years I've been with Paul. Obviously, I was wrong, and you are right about how I should have cut him out. But I didn't think the feelings would just disappear, I thought the year we weren't really in contact had made them go away. However, Paul already has heard the whole and complete story, including what Roger said five years ago. He thinks I'm lying, however, when I say there is nothing between Roger and I now. Should I still push the issue with Paul and try and make him talk to me?

He's heard everything already, he just. refuses to believe me. Update, I want to thank everyone so much for commenting. Before I post what happened, I just want to address a few things that I didn't get to in the first post. First, Paul knew I was having coffee with Roger. It wasn't some kind of secret thing. Paul has female friends he has lunch or coffee with alone too, so this isn't unusual in our relationship. Second, Paul did not know that Roger had said he loved me five years ago. I definitely made a mistake not telling him that, but honestly, it was so long ago and to my, obviously, wrong, knowledge was old history. We did not extensively discuss our past so there wasn't really a natural

point where it would have come up and it just never occurred to me to say anything. Finally, Roger and I did not have a particularly intense friendship. It's not like we were texting constantly or best buddies, we hung out occasionally and would be in touch if something relevant came up, but we didn't just chat randomly. Anyway, with that having been said, I took the advice of some Reddters and when I was a little calmer IFB messaged Roger asking him why he lied. He responded with what do you mean at which point I started pressing him harder. He responded only with one word answers, and honestly didn't reply to most of my messages at

all, no matter how much I asked, and never actually said any definitive statement of yes, I lied for such and such reason. Finally, I sent him a definitive statement that said I'd never had an affair with him, that I was incredibly hurt and angry, that our friendship was over and that he was never to contact me again. He replied okay and that was that. I sent the entire FB conversation to Paul, not thinking it would help save us but just to try and clear my name.

In the message, I asked him if Roger's reactions to my questions and my response to Roger was in line with what he would expect if Roger's accusations were true. Paul didn't respond that day, but the next day he called me. Paul basically said that the more he thought about it, the more he believed me, and that the conversation between Roger and I helped him believe that. That Roger's responses didn't make sense and that he now thought nothing had gone on. However, he said despite that the trust was broken between us and he couldn't be with me. I got pretty mad and yelled at him, asking why I was being punished for nothing, and he just

basically disengaged from the discussion. Not my finest moment, I know, I was just so overwhelmed with frustration. We did eventually end the conversation calmly, if not amiably, and he is dropping off the stuff that I had left at his apartment later this week. I learned my lesson. Not only will any declaration of interest by a friend end that friendship, forever, but I will never date someone who has trust issues or a history of being cheated on again. I'm sure I come across as a little bitter about this, but honestly I feel like there was absolutely no point to my fidelity and honesty during those three years. I got treated like a

cheater whether or not I cheated in both Paul and I ended up hurt and alone despite being 100% faithful. Better to end up alone or stick to FWB than end up investing another three years in a relationship to have this be the conclusion. T.L. D.R. Paul and I are done. Roger and I are done. Comments, coffee, I can't understand Roger. How does he live with himself? I could never do that to someone. Op, I suspect, based on what I know of Roger, that he got angry when I rejected him and impulsively sent the message to Paul. He's not, usually, a psycho, so I'm betting that after a bit he realized how terrible what he had done was and that is why he avoided me slash refused to talk to me when I F.B. messaged him. Why he wouldn't apologize or try and make it right, I have no idea. Assassin 30, not only will any declaration of interest by a friend end that friendship,

forever this is just a side note. The main thing is your writ of both these sources of drama, good for you, but I'm a guy who has declared interest in people and then gone on to be good friends after being rejected. As in, really just friends. So I'd choose carefully, because perhaps you'll write some decent people off if you have a blanket rule. I totally get why you feel that way up. I thought that this would be possible, but honestly I got a ton of comments, and still I'm getting them, saying how ridiculous I was to ever imagine I could continue to have someone in my life who once confessed feelings for me. A lot of people

have pointed out that by allowing Roger to be a friend or a part of my life at all was a huge mistake and, frankly, looking at the result, I have to agree. I may write off some decent people, which would be a shame, but this has convinced me that I can't allow anyone in my life that might be holding or have at some point held feelings for me if I don't return them. Now on to the next story. Story 2 Found out my wife of five years was cheating on me with her ex-fiancee when he died, and she had a breakdown.

Now she's playing the victim in our divorce. When I first met my wife, we were head over heels in love with each other and both of us knew almost instantly that we were meant to be together. My wife ended up getting pregnant while we were still dating and we figured the right thing to do would be to get married. Everything felt natural for the first five years of our relationship. We were happily married and we had a child together that we both loved dearly. I had a great job and she stayed at home and took care of our child. Before we got together, she was actually engaged to another man. From what I was told, broke things off with him a couple of weeks before I met her. She told me it just didn't feel

right and she didn't want to be with him. So, she broke up with him and moved out of his house. After that, she went out to a bar with her best friend and that's where she met me. I always thought the timing of it was perfect. I thought it was fate. Had she not broken things off with that guy, we would have never been together and I wouldn't have had the perfect life that I did. I quite a bit for my job, which was never much of an issue with us. At the most, I would be gone from home for two or three days a month and there were always weekdays. I was adamant with my employer that I wanted to be able to spend the weekends with my family so we could make memories together. The first instance that I noticed something was off was when T was on a short

work trip. I had to fly into Montana for a meeting with a client, but they ended up canceling at the last minute while I was there due to a family emergency. I decided I'd take the extra time and surprise my family with a weekend trip to the beach or something. I got on the next flight home and called my wife when I arrived at the airport. She didn't answer the first couple of times that I called. That was very unlike her, she would always be by her phone and not answering was strange. Eventually, she picked up the phone to see what was going on. She seemed annoyed that I called. called her. She rarely ever had that tone with me, especially when I was out of town. I asked her if everything was okay and she kind of snapped at me to tell me that it was. I told her that I was in an

Uber on my way home and she seemed shocked. I heard a lot of shuffling around in the background, but at the time I assumed she was moving around. I never thought anything suspicious was happening. She got off the phone with me and when I arrived home she was very disheveled. Her cheeks were pink like she had been running around and she was wearing some pajama shorts and a sweater that was on inside out. I knew that being alone with the kid was sometimes exhausting, but it didn't seem like that was the issue. I asked her if everything was all right and she told me that it was, she was just surprised to see me so early. I told her about my plan to spend the weekend by the beach and she immediately rushed off to start packing so we could leave in the morning.

She seemed relieved to get away from me. I unpacked my work stuff and went to pack some garments for the trip and I found a black sock that I didn't think was mine. I picked it up and showed it to my wife, asking what it was. It was a suspicious thing to find. She was confused about what I was asking, swearing that the sock was mine. I'm not going to lie, she was the one who handled all of the laundry in the house. She bought a lot of my clothes and probably knew my wardrobe better than I did. I told her that I didn't think it was mine, but she was steadfast in saying that it was mine. Eventually, I gave up and I believed what she said. I figured she would know better than me about it. Several months passed and I didn't notice anything else going on.

I had completely forgotten about the sock thing by that point. One day I came home, from work early and I found my wife in our bathtub crying. There was no water in the bath and she was fully clothed, just hiding in the bathtub crying. I immediately rushed over to her and asked her what was going on, checking on her to make sure she was okay. She was almost nonverbal and unable to communicate what was happening to me. I was freaking out and I rushed around the house to check on our kid to make sure they were all right. I called her mom and asked what was going on, either. My first instinct was that somebody had died. But when I spoke to her mother, the person who would have likely elicited that reaction out of her, I started to think something else was going on.

I checked our ring camera footage to make sure nobody broke into the house, but I didn't find anything there. The only thing that was left for me to do was look at her phone and see if that was any sign of what was going on. It wasn't something I was doing to try to catch her in anything. My wife was hysterical and crying and I needed to figure out what was going on so I could help her. She had it with her in the bathtub and I went over to her to grab it from her hands. She put up a little bit of a fight giving it to me. I unlocked it and the screen that it was open to was a message exchange between her and a man we will call Tim. The messages were all very romantic in nature.

They were telling each other that they loved each other, that they missed each other, and how excited they were to be together when I went away the following week. I didn't know what to do. My wife was hysterically crying in the bathtub and I cared about her and that was heartbreaking to see. But I had also just found out that she was cheating on me. That didn't even explain why she was crying the way that she was. Their messages didn't end with a breakup or anything like that. While I was looking, a message from her best friend, let's call her Carol, came through.

I didn't read the message, but I called her right away and asked her if she knew about what was going on. I told her that I knew all about Tim and I just needed to know why my wife was crying in the bathtub. Carol told me that Tim was my wife's ex-fiancee. They had reconnected and were seeing each other. The reason my wife was crying was because Tim had died. I felt so many different emotions at that time. It's honestly so unexplainable how I felt. I was angry and heartbroken about the affair, but I felt for my wife because I did love her,

but I was so mad at her. I wanted to reach out and help her, but I also wanted to be as far away from her as I possibly could. I told Carol that she needed to come over and tend to my wife because I didn't think I could. I walked out of the bathroom and my wife yelled after me, begging for me to come back and be with her. I packed a bag for our kids so we could go stay at my parents' house for a few days. They didn't need to be around my wife while she was mourning, it would likely be pretty jarring for them. When Carol came over, I left.

She tried to explain to me what was happening before I could leave, but I didn't want to listen to her either. Carol was my wife's best friend, but we were on good terms. I would joke around with Carol, and I invited her out for dinner and drinks with us all the time. I felt betrayed that she even lied to me about the affair. I explained everything to my parents when we were at their house and they gave me some really good advice about the matter. I felt bad about my decision to walk away from her, but they told me that she already made that decision for me. Even though I knew she was mourning, I couldn't be with her. She betrayed our marriage and the only thing left for me to do was leave her.

She made her choice and I wasn't responsible for her emotions after she heard. hurt me. I gave her the weekend at home alone to deal with everything she had too. When I returned the following week to gather some of my belongings, she begged for the chance to explain herself to me and worked on the problems. I told her that there was no explaining that she was telling another man that she loved him and sleeping with him behind my back. However, I did find out that she actually was still engaged to her fiancé when we met. She and I have been dating for an entire month before she broke things off with him. I was supposed to just be a fling, but then he found out about me and they broke up.

I don't know if she thought that was going to make the situation any better, but it certainly didn't. I knew then that she had been a liar throughout the entirety of our marriage. I told her that I was leaving her and that there was no swaying my mind on the matter. I knew that she was still very emotional from Tim's death, but that wasn't any of my concern. I started filing for divorce and as I was doing that, so many people from my life reached out to me and tried to make me out as a villain. My wife had been telling everybody that I left her after she found out somebody close to her died.

She was withholding the fact that she found out the man she was cheating on me with died. I made sure to clarify that to everybody who reached out to me so they knew the truth. I wasn't going to let her lie about me and make everybody we knew think I was some awful man. After that, everybody saw how manipulative she could be, and from what I understand she lost a lot of friends in our town. The only person who stuck by her was Carol, who was the only other person who knew about the affair when it was happening. We ended up getting divorced and I kept the house and all of our assets. She moved in with her parents and comes by on the weekends to see our child.