Reddit Stories - Secrets Unveiled A Family's Betrayal ( Over 3 Hour Compilation ) - Episode 1

Episode Date: February 1, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #familybetrayal #secretsrevealed #drama #emotionalstories #compilationSummary: In "Secrets Unveiled: A Family's Betrayal," Episode 1, viewers are taken through a gripping three-hour compilation of heart-wrenching stories. Each narrative reveals deep-seated family secrets, showcasing the emotional turmoil and consequences of betrayal, leaving audiences questioning trust and loyalty within familial bonds.Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, betrayal, familydrama, emotionalturmoil, secrets, storytelling, relationships, trustissues, familysecrets, compilations, heartwrenching, narratives, consequences, loyalty, betrayalstories, viewerengagement, dramaBecome 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. A gentleman attempted to abduct me while I was unaccompanied in the evening, until an unfamiliar individual on a bicycle famed acquaintance with me and deterred him. Now, I think I'm falling in love with a stranger who saved my life. I'm going to talk about how I was almost kidnapped in detail since it's actually a bit therapeutic for me to write it out. Five days ago, and against my best interest, I was out running. at about 10 p.m. Our school has an open campus that is surrounded by woods and a couple of easy

trails. It can sometimes get a bit scary at night. Since my school and its surrounding neighborhood is very safe, I don't usually worry much when I go out running alone. That particular night, my phone, which was also my flashlight, decided to die mid-run. I should have known that could happen since my phone had been having battery issues. It would die even though it was a at 10 to 20% SMH iPhones. That immediately set me into a panic since I was on a pretty secluded trail with very minimal lighting. I stopped running to fumble with my phone to see if it would miraculously turn back on but nope. I was also wearing light reflective leggings, so I was definitely visible to others. I was about to start running again when I noticed

a guy approaching me. I hadn't noticed him prior to this, but he was probably hidden in the woods next to the trail. There's like a public bathroom and a picnic table. He was smoking a cigarette and had his phone in hand and I immediately got bad vibes. By the time I realized where he even came from, he was already only a couple feet away from me where he called out, Miss, are you lost? His speech sounded a bit slurred and he reeked of cigarette smoke which led me to think that he was probably a homeless drunk living near the picnic table and public bathroom. I told him no and that I was on way to my friend's house, despite my athletic gear, LOL. Then he gave me a once over, whistled, and said, damn girl, you look delicious. Look at that ass. And he fucking slapped my ass.

I think I yelped and immediately stepped away, but he reached out and grabbed my wrist. I thought it was actually the end for me and I screamed as loud as I can but there was literally no one near me. My heart was beating out of my chest and I felt like I was going to fucking faint. He chuckled and said, shut up, no one can hear you anyway. My heart was beating out of my chest and there was so much adrenaline coursing through my body. Thank the fucking stars for what happened next. From behind me, the trails suddenly became lit and I realized there was a biker heading my way. Then I heard him call, Maddie.

Is that you? Holy shit, what are you doing out so late? The guy muttered, shit and immediately let go and began running away. The biker got closer and immediately braked and got off. I have no fucking clue who this guy is and he doesn't know me either. He asked me if I was okay and what that guy was doing and I explained to him everything that happened and almost got on my knees to thank him. He looked just as freaked out as me.

He asked where I live and I told him I was a student at, name of college, and he told me that he's a grad student at the same school. He also immediately took of his sweatshirt and gave it to me to wear since I was only in a tank top. He then walked me all the way back to my house, around two miles. One the way, he tried to ask me about school and stuff, but I was a bit too frazzled to give any sensible response so he mostly talked about himself. He told me he was a second-year CS student at the engineering school. He likes to cook, his favorite show is the office, He enjoys playing basketball but he sucks, he works part-time at Google, and more stuff I can't remember. He also gave me his email and number and told me that if I needed him to talk with the police slash file a report to just shoot him a message or call.

He apologized for what happened and said that he was glad I was safe. I thanked him a billion more times and went home. The next day, I texted him and thanked him again and also went and filed a police report. But I feel like I can't thank him enough. He literally saved my life. Without a doubt, if he just kept biking or didn't see me, I would have been possibly killed. I don't know how I can show my gratitude. I really want to take him out to dinner, but would that be weird?

I also have to return his sweatshirt. I'm also a bit infatuated by him. Do you guys think that's a good idea or is there anything else I can do to show my gratitude? If I do go about asking him to dinner, what you're going to? should I say? Should I call or text? By the way, I know a lot of you are going to ask if I'm planning on seeing a therapist and the answer is yes. I've already booked an appointment. Although I think I'm dealing with it pretty well and have mostly put it behind me, I know that it is for the best that I see a therapist for a bit. Update 1, hi guys. I'm back with a long

awaited update. But first, thank you all who responded on my first post and gave their I definitely wouldn't have asked if it weren't for all the positive comments. A lot of you suggested that I just shoot him a text and give him an update in terms of my situation and then ask him if we could meet up for coffee. Dinner seemed too much like a date, so I could return his sweatshirt and thank him. That's basically exactly what I did. I shot him a text and told him that I had filed the police report and that the police will be in contact with me. Then I asked him, in a double text, if I could take him out to coffee to thank him

and return his sweatshirt. He actually didn't respond for a good day and I was really starting to feel like I'd totally overstepped but then he did. He first told me that it was great that I filed the report and then he asked me how I was feeling. He also said that I didn't have to thank him and that he was just doing what anyone would have done if they were in that situation, but that a quick coffee sounded good. So we scheduled to have coffee on a Saturday morning. Going into our meeting, I was actually super nervous for some reason and ended up being 15 minutes early. So I sat for about 10 minutes, fidgeting with his sweater and waiting for him to show up. To be honest, I wasn't even that sure I knew what he looked like. The entire night is still pretty jumbled and when he was walking me

back, I barely paid any attention to him. It was also super dark, since I was just replaying what happened over and over again in my head. I just remembered he was tall and had a nice smile. Then, this really tall dude walks in, scans the shop, sees me and then gives me an awkward smile and waves. I didn't know what to say after our initial niceties, so I just blurted out, whoa, your eyes are actually blue, I thought they were brown, ha-ha. I wanted to do it. I wanted to crawl into a hole after I said that, but he laughed and said, yea, they can be deceiving in the dark. Then we ordered coffee, he refused to let me pay, and we sat down. First things first, I gave him back his sweatshirt and he thanked me. We ended up chatting for two hours about

mostly random stuff, like our classes, our summer, the office, which is also my favorite show, politics, music, etc. I also asked him why he decided to call me mad at least. I also asked him why he decided to call me Maddie when he was trying to save me and he told me he read an article somewhere that if you pretend to know a stranger who's in trouble, you're most likely to help without escalating the situation or getting you or the other person hurt. So yes, he's sweet and caring and devilishly handsome and we really clicked. But he didn't seem that interested in me, not that it was a date. So we then went about five days with no contact until I came across a meme about the office and decided on a whim to send it to him. It ended up being a good decision since,

we ended up talking until 1 a.m. Next morning, I was feeling bold again and after much debating, I sent him a text that said, Hey, can I please take you out to lunch? Coffee didn't count since you didn't even let me pay for you, he said yes and this time I managed to successfully pay for our meal. I wore a nice sundress to lunch and he said, I love that dress. You look really good. We had a really great time again, but as we were leaving the restaurant I realized that he

left his phone on the chair so I grabbed it and gave it to him. This is important later on. About two weeks later, he went out of town but we were still sporadically texting. He sends me a text that said, hey, can I take you out to dinner to thank you for grabbing my phone? Oh, M. G. He's too cute. For those of you who might not have caught on, he was mimicking how I asked him out. Anyway, of course I said yes and now we're going out to dinner tomorrow night. Aha, I like him a lot but I have no idea how he feels about me. Maybe I'll ask him over dinner tomorrow. Smile but so far, that's what has happened.

Update 2, hi again guys. This is the long-awaited second update. But first, I have to thank all of you again for being so supportive. You guys literally all made my day with your positivity. So, the dinner date. I woke up Sunday morning at like 11 a.m., don't judge, and saw that there was already a text from him at 7.30 a.m. saying, hey, does, cute little Mediterranean place, sound good for tonight. I'm at that stage where I'll smile and giggle at whatever text he sends me so after doing that, I told him that it sounded great and asked him what time we should meet. We decided on 7 p.m. and he said, great. Pick you up at 6.45. To which I say, said, you remember where I live. And he said, how could I not? It was where I parted with my favorite sweater sigh he knocked on my door on time that night, but I, embarrassingly, was

already waiting at the door so I whipped the door open after he knocked once. Oh my gosh, the sight that met my eyes was beautiful. I'm just now realizing that this Reddit account has turned into my diary. He was wearing this light blue dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, that complimented his eyes with some nicely fitted black jeans and ah, he looked so nice. Then he gave me this awkward little smile and said, You ready to go? I followed him to his car and he opened the passenger door for me. I swooned.

The car ride was a bit awkward at first, but then he asked me if I wanted to put on my Spotify and we ended up singing to Mr. Brightside. Turns out, he's a great singer. I asked him about it and he was in an a cappella group all. four years of college and is some low-key cello prodigy. You bet I searched up him playing cello as a kid after I got home that night. We got to the restaurant, waited in line for a bit, then finally sat down and ordered. Once again, the conversation just flowed so nicely.

We talked about literally everything, but I got to learn more about him this time around. I asked him if he used Reddit and he looked confused for a second and then said no. I think we're safe, for now, guys, ha ha. He made fun of my hands being small and then held up his hand for me to place mine against to compare. I swooned again. Then we had a nice conversation about how annoying contacts were after he choked on his water laughing at something and his contact shifted.

Anyway, dinner ended too soon and it might have been just me, but I swear both of us were trying to walk as slow as possible back to the car. After we pulled up to my house, we had that moment where neither of us knew what to say or do so I said, thanks for dinner, his name, let go of my purse, opened the car door, and stepped out. Naturally, he said, hey, wait your purse, to which I responded very dramatically, oh no, I forgot my purse, thank you. I guess I have to take you out some time to say, thanks. He got it immediately and burst out laughing, face palmed into his steering,

wheel and said, okay, okay, good night and text me when. Needless to say, I could not sleep that night. Fast forward to Saturday night. On a whim, I text him, so I'm about to have an office marathon. Do you want to come over and we can order takeout? He takes half an hour to respond but says, that actually sounds amazing, count me and he comes in sweatpants, a hoodie, and glasses, Oh my God, why does he look so cute in glasses, and a bag of chips and guac. Swoon! We door dash Indian and start watching on my couch. At first we're sitting like a good foot apart, but then three episodes in, our legs are

flush against each other's. Somewhere between the fifth and sixth episode, he leans back into the couch and I do too. By the seventh episode, my head is on his shoulder and his arm has moved behind me, sadly not wrapped around me though. After like two more episodes, he began dozing off and I poked him and asked if he needed to go back and sleep. He told me he's been staying up really late doing this project for one of his classes so he's basically been only sleeping five hours a night. After hearing that, I shoved his up and told him he needed to sleep before 12 a.m. today, it was already like 11 p.m. At my door, he said sleepily, tonight was really fun.

I hope we can do it again. He just looked so cute and kissable at that moment, so I just threw my arms around him and hugged him. He circled his arms around my waist and he was the first to pull back. But he didn't pull back all the way and we had a moment where I was trying to look anywhere but his lips and he was doing the same. Then he leaned in a bit, closed the distance and kissed me. I may have melted on the spot. It was really short, but it was so sweet. He pulled back said good night and left.

Needless to say, I could not sleep again that night. That's what went on in the past week. To be very honest, I'm still not sure if he really likes me. Maybe he was really tired when he kissed me and wasn't thinking straight, who knows. This morning, he texted me and said he slept the best he's had in a while. I don't know what the next step is, but I'm over the fucking moon right now. Next story, ex-wife, who cheated on me years ago, is dying and has less than six months to live. She asked my sister if I could pretend to be her husband again for her final days, and my current wife says she's okay with it, but I don't know what to do.

Backstory, I met my ex when we were both ten. She was, is, my twin sister's best friend, so we've always been kind of a trio growing up. We started dating at 14 and got married at 23. Thing got ugly though cause five years after getting married, she told me she had a month-long affair with her co-worker. Apparently the guilt was too much for her so she confessed. We tried to work through it but after a few months of trying, I knew that despite the fact that I loved her I couldn't trust her anymore. She told me she still loved me and that she'd wait for me and prove that I was the only one. I wanted to believe her but you know,

Some things just can't be fixed. We never had kids. Three years after the divorce I met my now wife, 38F, and we got married two years after dating. She's everything I could ever dream of and a wife and more. My ex, as my sister told me, they're still besties, never really recovered. She quit her job and is now working in a church. Throughout my relationship with my wife, she kept trying to get back together and, on the day of my wedding, she told me she still loved me and would love no one else.

She said this was the last time she would bother me but that she'll wait for however long it took. Apparently she's honest in that regard at least because my sister says she's never been with anyone since. So here's what happened recently. My wife and I, married for seven years now, have two kids, 7F, and 3M. My sister came over with her own kids so the cousins could play. While my wife was out to pick up lunch, my sister sat me down and told me the situation about my ex. Apparently, she only has less than six months to live. She refused treatment and wants to live the last few months to the fullest.

I guess that's why her and my sister really went out of their way to travel despite the pandemic. One thing on her bucket list though was that she wanted to feel like my wife again. No sags, no kissing, she just wanted me to be around the house. She still lives in the house we lived in again and maybe hold her from time to time. I told her I wouldn't do that, because that was pretty much emotionally cheating. My sister kept arguing and begging me to at least see her and hear her out. We kept arguing, no screaming, the kids were in the next room with her older daughter, till my wife came back. My sister told her the whole story and while she looked upset, she said she understood where my ex was coming from.

When my sister left, my wife and I talked about it. My wife knows everything that happened in the past with my ex. She says while she isn't thrilled about the idea, she won't get upset if I decided to see her on a regular basis. My wife is literally the best thing that ever happened to me and I love her more than anyone. She makes me happier than I've ever been in my life, even in the good times with my ex. She knows I won't cheat. I also have zero romantic feelings for my ex so there's nothing lingering there. I don't hate her or anything, it's just that the love I had for her has long since died.

After thinking about it for a while, I'm honestly 50 to 50 about it. I know I don't owe her anything, but I feel like I might regret not seeing her at least one more time, since the last time I saw her was on my wedding day and that wasn't a good encounter for either of us, unless you count the times I occasionally see her in the store or something. I honestly feel like, despite what she did, she still deserves to go with some peace. On the other hand, I'm not entirely sure if this might potentially affect our marriage. My wife says she's okay with it, and I believe her, but I just can't be sure that she'll feel the same way after it happens. I don't want anything to jeopardize what I have right now, no matter what.

I'm not too thrilled about going myself to be honest. Any advice? What should I do? Edit, just want to add that if ever I do this, I won't be acting like a husband or anything inappropriate like that. Just gonna see her and talk for a bit. My sister says that me just being there and sharing a meal with her would be more than enough for her to feel like we were married again. Update, it's been almost three weeks since I've posted and a lot has happened since. I got some solid advice from a lot of you guys, especially some who messaged me their personal experiences.

I'd like to thank you guys from the bottom of my heart. So here's what happened. As many of you guys suggested, I talked to my wife. We had a long discussion about the whole situation and I assured her that no matter what, she is and always will be my first priority. I also assured her that while I wanted to say my goodbye, I would never act like her husband. It would be more like me seeing a childhood friend or something like that. I also told her I would never spend the night nor would I be alone with her. She was more comfortable after our talk and was pretty okay with the idea of me seeing my ex again.

As you guys guessed, she really felt like she was forced into being okay with it when my sister asked, but this time, she really was okay. So I talked to my sister and after a long, long heated discussion about what my role would be in the visit, she agreed to the boundaries my wife and I set. A week later my sister and I came over to our old marital home. It was surreal cause while the emotions from years before came back to me, I didn't feel any sadness nor hatred or anything negative. I saw my ex, who was waiting for us in the living room and she cried when I walked in. Most of you suggested she was faking it, but while she was still strong, you could tell almost immediately something was wrong with her. I indulged her

with a hug and we talked for a few hours while my sister made lunch. I showed her pictures of my kids and told her stories about what they're like. Honestly, I didn't know how I would react after I saw her again, but it just feels like seeing an old friend you haven't seen in a long time. There was no hate or anything like that. I walked around the house and it was pretty much the way it was when I left over a decade ago. I'm not really sure how I feel about our wedding photos still framed in pictures of us still all over the house, but it wasn't really my place to say anything. The three of us had lunch and played board games all afternoon. It honestly felt like we were back to when we were kids and the three of US would hang out together. It was nice. I left at around

six. She was sad, but she understood. When I hugged her goodbye, she whispered, I love you to me but then said how she's happy I was able to find the happiness she couldn't give me. That part got to me to be honest and I was fighting back tears. I told her I'd see her again soon and she asked if I could bring my kids next time. I told her I would and left to pick up dinner for my family. I told my wife everything that happened and she was quite happy about the outcome. I guess it helped that I brought home her favorite food but she also agreed to let me bring the kids next time. Overall, it was a great experience seeing her again.

I feel like I needed that and would have regretted not doing so. Again, I'd like to thank everyone who gave me advice. Also, please don't roast my ex too much. She made a mistake and paid the price, but it doesn't mean she's an evil person. This will be my last update. Thank you very much. I hope you enjoy this story. Spouse desires to pursue a position in a different region that offers a salary significantly

lower than mine. When I mentioned that she would be responsible for her own costs, she became upset. Upset and took the job anyway leaving me and the kids behind. So my wife was recently offered a job across the country, which requires relocation but also will have frequent travel obligations. My wife feels this would be a huge plus to her career but issue is we have a huge plus. have two children and my practice is here. What she will earn is not even half of what I currently make. She is currently not working, so I told her if she wants to take the job she would have

to help with child care expenses which would likely include a nanny because I sometimes work nutty hours depending if I have a mandated hospital shift. She feels this is unfair because she would have to cover her own living expenses and paying for child care on top of that would leave her with very little. This job is not even providing a relocation bonus. She suggested we move, but everything we know is here. Our children have their friends here and transferring my medical license is not all that simple. Her final suggestion is she takes the kids, I stay here and cover the cost of childcare and expenses because she claims childcare and cost of living is cheaper.

Just not cheap enough for her potential salary to sustain me being a sup. I want to support her but her suggestions seem half-baked to me. Update 1, brief update since I got some requests, not much has changed. I spoke with our kids and of course they like it where we are they are kids. The reason my wife wants to take this job is because she feels due to nature of how she got the offer her old professor, mentor, and that she is also a female engineer she understands her position. My wife is free to do what she pleases she does not need my permission but by no means can she expect us to uproot everything on the drop of a dime. I would never ask that for you.

I did suggest she tries and create her own firm here and find like-minded individuals who share a similar experience and create the work environment she wants. She is concerned she won't be able to break through that barrier of entry. I told we could find a means to fund said venture, but logistics of moving does not make sense at this. I would need at minimum a year to get my affairs in order. Working on research, working on opening an infusion center near the hospital that would take every insurance. This is a big one for me since many of the infusion centers near us do not take certain insurances since they pay so little. Looking to possibly expand my MS clinic with more

providers who are willing do this labor of love for our community. I cannot just drop all of that. I did tell my wife I have no intention of stopping her, and if she wishes to go that is fine but I would not be sustaining two households. She moved she would be responsible for all costs associated with the move. I will cover our shared expenses and primary residence and that is all. I will cover everything here and she would be responsible for her own expenses. I told her I would probably also lower or get of the credit cards also since I know her she would live off credit if she had to. I threw out the option if she can request she works from home three out of the four weeks she is not traveling and we can take it slow. See what the housing market is like, see what

schools look like, normal stuff you do before moving. She was not in favor of waiting since allegedly they need her answer by October. I have no desire to divorce, but I am a child of divorce and was raised by my dad. Overall, his outlook on divorce has always been no point fighting if the person has already checked out. If my wife wants out, I will respect that. My wife has only been a sup for around five years. She worked when we had our first born and well into the pregnancy of our second, she took maternity leave when that was done went back to work. Few months after her return she was passed for a project contract she did the leg work to secure which lead her to quit and stay home with the kids.

Our kids have been in daycare under grandparents' care. My mom took two years to help with our firstborn her parents took off time for our second. Our second has been in academic daycare as she put since they were three. So it is not like she does not get breaks or is always. with the children alone. My hours can be chaotic, but I made her well aware of this when we started to date in progress. When we started to date, I was already vested in our community. My gut tells me she is going to take the job and yes it possibly will lead to divorce and if that is the case given how much traveling she will be doing I suspect I would be granted primary custody.

I would not take CS from her have no desire or need for it. Sorry for the stream of consequences it is slightly disjointed cause this is in frustrating position to be in. I have no desire to be in this position, but I have other responsibilities I cannot just drop without proper notice. If it comes to divorce that is the way it played out and you just roll with it. As my parents told me I will tell my kids. Just because they were no longer together does not mean either of them loved me any less. Granted it was not a cross-country thing in our case,

my parents lived blocks away from one another. Was a pretty easy transition on my part, I hope we can do the same for our kids if need be. The deal is far worse than I thought, but it is a small startup thing with a small team, who won the project since they took a huge cut on their profits. So pay is actually a lot less than half what I make. More like one-third of what I make if that.

So I can see how she cannot afford to cover any shared expenses. She probably will barely be able to cover her own expenses. We will see, but all signs point to her taking the job and we will just adjust, but if divorce happens it happens that is life. I do love my wife, but she is her own person with free will. Comments where Op has replied, so she wants to move across the country to take a job that wouldn't even sustain her alone. She barely will be able to sustain herself. Allegedly just a temporary thing until they established themselves as a firm,

company first. If she takes the job, just be careful. See a lawyer about protecting assets in case of divorce. Because my guess is she is by herself, across the country, no kids. It's like the old saying when the cats away the mice will play up. If it comes to that fight it, I will give her half of what she is entitled to. Probably would also just buy her out of the house also. Not going to sweat the little things. She clearly does not like it here. She wants more that is fine. Comment three, I was thinking more about your business and retirement. I hope I'm wrong but also was thinking of doing it behind your back not asking for divorce op. That is a good point. Was not thinking about that? Op responds to a downvoted comment on what his wife gave up when he was in medical school.

What has she done to help contribute to the household? Op, we were friends when I was in medical school, were not dating. She did not quit her job until our second child was born, and even that was after a year or so. Leaving my obligations on such short notice is not possible and far from professional. For us to move I would at minimum need a year. Our kids have been in daycare since they were three and we had grandparents' support for each child. She is not isolated or anything. Yes, I understand she wants a professional.

professional career but this job by all metrics is a bad deal. Comment 4. What are your hours now and what will they be after you expand your clinic? You said your hours were already chaotic so I'm just curious. Op, outside of my mandated hospital shifts, I am home no later than 7. So around 7 to 7. Once they go to sleep I may respond to patient messages, review, and update notes from 12 to 2 once a week. Sometimes I do work weekends since some my patients are working parents so that is only time they can come in but that is like 8 to 11 a.m. Only have a handful of weekend patients, that is a once a month thing.

Edit, I know it is less than ideal but I have my reasons for going this far. My grandfather had MS and it was rough for him. Comment 5. I would reconsider child support when the time comes. Your children are young, if you take the child support and do something towards you. their future, investments or such, it could dramatically change their lives. Regardless of how much you earn, save, etc. With young children it seems like there will be many challenges that we didn't have to face and a bit extra may make an enormous difference in their lives and future.

Op, maybe ego or pride, but if we divorce over this I will not request CS and let her use that money how she sees fit. Hopefully she would do what is best for our kids. I don't want to take money from her if we separate when she claims she could not afford it. I would want to limit my interactions with her as much as I can, if she does not pay I don't want to have to chase her, request hearings if she does not pay, or deal with her possible adjustments. Thankfully, I have been savings for our kids from day one. I will consult my attorney if it does come to it though. Update 2, this will be my last update, and it was a hard one to make. I appreciate the feedback and suggestions especially the one mentioning the looking at adjacent states.

While some will say my priorities are skewed, our children don't want to move and I have close ties to the community. I do feel I have a responsibility to my patients and students. I know for some such commitments seem fleeting but for those with MS it takes a long time to find a doctor they are comfortable with, and that is important especially with such an unpredictable condition. I run local support groups, hold information seminars, take part in trials for new treatments. Currently about to start our own STEM cell therapy trial for those with more active and progressive progression that has been resistant to other therapies. Main goal is to get information, but also provide individuals a means to get access to this treatment that already shows promise but it is expensive. All of that would be moot if our kids did not want to say, and I get it for some kids don't

have a say but they are an active part of our family and their opinion does matter. Now for the claims I am uncaring, I do care and love my wife but I also feel a relationship is not something you fight for. Either it works or it does not, fighting to prove how deep you care or love someone is weird. Who am I to try and sway or change someone's mind? She wants to go that is her prerogative. So long story short she did take the job. As for divorce, she does, she does does not want divorce, but I am on the fence. Spoke with my parents and in-laws and they do agree what she is doing makes zero sense, but my wife can be stubborn so as my Phil put it, once she made up her mind nothing will change it.

Your only options are go with it and be a safety net for if she fails, and he does agree statistically she will fail. I don't want to be some fallback plan for if stuff goes south. Her plan for the kids is for them to stay with me and she comes over for major holidays and two weeks in the summer. Based off expenses she will need some additional support rent will be around $1,750 not counting utilities and stuff. Her projected take home will be around $3.5,000.

So more she talks to about this plan worse it seems, so to help I offer to cover six months rent, but most likely this will lead to our separation at the very least. She is slightly upset that I am willing to hire a nanny now that she is leaving, but I explained hiring a nanny when she was not working and our kids have been in academic daycare as she likes to put. Why exactly would we need a nanny? I remind her she willfully left her job and I did support that choice because that is what she wanted to do. Either way still have not broken the news to the kids, they do know she was thinking of taking a job and may be far away for a time. I spoke with an attorney and I am going to hold off on it because everything

the kids know is here and they have an established route and support system. So they highly doubt she will try to take them. So overall going to try this LDR thing but Ike. A part of me does feel like she is just using me because I highly doubt she would make this move if she did not have some level of support. Even her father said as much. End of the day maybe she wants me to fight for our marriage, but way I see it is a marriage worth keeping if you need to fight for it. I love her and do not want her to go, but if she feels she must then she must. I am not going to sit here and pretend her happiness is dependent on me or our kids.

She is a beautiful person and would be egotistical of me to think she will not find another person who is more in step with her desires. I think we will be fine no matter what happens, I am prepared to buy her out of the house at market value, we'll split what needs to be split and call it a day. We will co-parent the best we call. I do not hate her or anything. She currently does not like her current life and that is fine. Maybe I am just a weird guy, but I don't see any point in therapy because the facts she wants to do this means this means

that much to her and facts are facts if she was thinking of the kids or our marriage she would not even consider this as a viable option, let alone take the offer. If divorce ends up happening spoke with my lawyer and he told me it would be up to me to request it, it is not automatically awarded during the custody portion. I most likely will not request it and hope she does what is best for our children when it comes to saving for higher education or future expenses like a house or we. Thanks again the feedback, our family will be fine. Next story, girlfriend met my ex-friend at her office Christmas party and got insecure

after seeing how attractive she was, then I found my favorite sweater that my ex had given me ripped apart. I really, really love this sweater, it was smart casual with a striped pattern from a fancy Italian brand. I could wear it to work as well as for an evening out and I really liked how I looked in it. I'm really, really pissed to lose it. Background on the relationships. My girlfriend is Hannah. We met because we live on the same street and we used to have our pre-work morning coffee at the same cafe. Our coffee meetup slowly turned into dates and we've officially been a couple for about six months. I like her. She's sweet and smart, but we are taking it slow since both of us were

coming off of terrible breakups. She broke up with her fella of 10 years. Their relationship ended in a hail of fights and petty behavior which tore apart their friends and pissed off their families. The reasons were never clear to me. All Hannah said was that all their relationship problems came up at the same time and everything unraveled. My breakup was kind of different. Haley and I never officially dated, but we had been friends for a very long time. We slid. We still. We slept together once when we were both between relationships, but we were both sure that we worked better as friends. Two years back, Haley broke up from a bad relationship and we got into a semi-official FWB situation, i.e., we would still hang out and talk as friends, but once in a while we'd also have some form of physical intimacy. Both of us also got really busy with our careers, so we never really had any other romantic relationships.

Around Christmas 2015, Haley brought up our relationship and told me that she was falling for me as more than a friend and wanted to explore a relationship with me, I didn't. I had my own reasons, mainly that we had some fundamentally mismatched views on life that would make a relationship really hard. We worked really well as friends and she was really important to my life and I didn't want to jeopardize that by getting into a relationship. Well, I still lost that friendship. She essentially went to. no contact and no matter how much I hated it, I couldn't really say much since it was a reasonable thing for her to do for her own sake. But it really hurt, losing her as a friend hurt way more

than any breakup I've ever had and it took me a while to find my footing. Hannah knew the basic details about mine and Haley's relationship and wasn't too curious about it. She also knew that I had a few things that Haley had given me but never raised an issue about it especially since she had a bunch of gifts from her ex as well. This Christmas, I accompanied Hannah to her office Christmas party, to my surprise Haley was also there. Turns out that she started working there recently at a different apartment from Hanna's. We exchanged pleasantries and tried some small talk, but it was awkward and lasted maybe three minutes most of which was silence, then Haley left early and I didn't see her again. While I talked to Haley, Hanna was somewhere else and when she came back I told her about it.

She had never met her before, big company, but her curiosity was peaked. In any case, I got into a jovial party mood and everything went back to normal. Until last Friday. When I was at work, I got a flurry of texts from Hannah basically stating that she finally met Haley. Now you should know that Haley is really attractive, like modeling offers since she was 16 attractive. Plus her job also means that she's always dressed to kill, event manager for high-end corporate parties. While seeing Haley did a number on Hanna, she didn't come out and say it but she suddenly got extremely curious about Haley as well as our relationship, with a lot of questions about everything.

She even specifically mentioned the sweater, saying no wonder you love that sweater so much. I tried my best to assuage her insecurities. I told her that there was absolutely nothing between Haley and me, we haven't even talked to each other in more than a year, except for three awkward minutes during that party. I also told her that I really liked her and could see our relationship going pretty far. But I was also low-key annoyed with the whole conversation. Anyways, Hannah slept over Saturday night and I thought we had gotten somewhat past this momentary burst of jealousy, then she left early on Sunday morning saying something had come up even though we had planned. to spend the day together.

In the evening I was going through my laundry and I saw the sweater with a big hole in the armpit like someone had tried to literally pull it apart with their bare hands. Now it's obvious that it was Hannah's doing. I had worn that sweater on Thursday and when I put it aside for dry cleaning it was fine, no one else had come to my flat since then. I texted her asking about it directly, may have not been the best tactic, but I was incredibly pissed off. She was on the defensive from the get-go, denying that she did it, coming up with various ways that could have happened and continuously telling me that I was an asshole for thinking

that she was crazy like that. Today morning she texted me all pissed and curt and told me that yes, the provenance of the sweater bothered her, but she didn't do it. I think I need to dump her. But, I've been second-guessing myself a fair bit as well. Hannah has always been really sweet and is very caring and sensitive about my feelings, I really like her and we don't have any fundamental differences. We can genuinely have a good fulfilling relationship and maybe this ripping up a sweater thing was just a momentary lapse of judgment which she is extremely embarrassed about and hence her defensiveness.

What do you think? Update, since it's been ten days and the matter has been settled in a satisfactory manner, I thought I'd update you guys as to the final conclusion. I've had a few pints, so forgive the disjointedness. F-A-Qs, it was a Loro Pienna jumper. It's not reprable, I asked around, my evidence for knowing that Hannah was the culprit is circumstantial, but compelling. Firstly, after I put it in the pile meant for dry cleaning, it was covered by a bunch of other stuff. When I discovered its tattered remains it was bunched up in a ball on top of the pile.

Secondly, the tier was 8 inches slash 20 centimeters long, something I would have noticed quite comfortably if it had while I was wearing it or while I put it in the laundry pile. Thirdly, while it was torn it was also stretched completely out of shape, the stretching would be consistent with someone grabbing two sides of it and pulling it apart. But most convincingly, when I confronted Hannah, aggressively, I admit, she started telling me about all the alternative ways in which the damage could have happened with exact knowledge of the type of damage that my poor jumper had suffered. I had never mentioned the type of damage, namely that it was in the armpit area along the seam

along with the stretching. To the lady who sent me a very heartfelt and foul-mouthed rant slash plea yes, I think people have every right to feel insecure slash inadequate. Yes, people have every right to act like an idiot. Yes, I have done stupid things due to my lack of control over my emotions. And yes, I'm weird slash materialistic enough to love a jumper more than the woman I'm dating. But no, I don't think she deserves my forgiveness for this slip up, and that is because it wasn't the insecurity, it wasn't the lack of control and it wasn't the materialism that made me want to break up, it was the lying and deceitful manner in which she behaved afterwards. It was the insanely manipulative way in which she turned herself into the

victim and demanded an apology from me, and yeah, the cursing directed at me didn't help. The story is fairly dramatic as well as anticlimactic. Her curt behavior after my ill-fated confrontation lasted for two days. Then she, she was a very short. Then she was a very dramatic. She was a very lasted for two days. Then she called about 40 times to beg me for forgiveness, even though I avoided the calls I did hear the VMS and my empathy was piqued, she also pretty much admitted to her guilt in some of those VMS. But then I also came to know that preceding those calls, she had lashed out towards Haley, my ex-friend slash FWB, at their workplace and that it was ugly as well as had potential to spiral negatively for her career. That made me feel really

B.A. for Haley. She didn't deserve to be dragged into drama that she played no active role in. The anticlimactic part is that I didn't even have to break up with Hannah. She has essentially moved in with her parents up north, she sent me a message through a mutual acquaintance stating that she realizes that she has quite a few issues she needs to handle from her breakup with her ex-fiancee and our decision to date was pretty much doomed from the start. I wished her the best of luck with her journey. Another mutual acquaintance approached me, this time one between me and Haley, she sent word apologizing for her role in my relationship meltdown, I told her that there was nothing to apologize on her end. I also asked for her forgiveness for inadvertently causing

workplace dramatics. And that's that. Thank you for your words and brickbats. It was enlightening, entertaining and infuriating. Interesting combination for sure, but then that's why one turns to random internet strangers for advice. I hope you enjoy this story. Family members unexpectedly reappeared in my life after being deceived into believing I had wed a wealthy employer, prompting me to go along with the ruse to impart a valuable lesson. As a 27-year-old woman, I am employed. As a financial advisor at a top company, I have had no contact with my parents for the past eight years. I have an older sister, Celeste, 34F, who is happily married with two kids. We maintain occasional communication but we aren't that close.

When I was just 19 years old, an incident occurred that made me cut off my parents from my life. You see, my parents are devout Catholics, the type who take their faith incredibly serious throughout our upbringing, they expected both my sister and me to strictly adhere to these beliefs and follow a life path deeply rooted in their religious values. Instead of enrolling us in local schools, they chose to homeschool us. Their reasoning was that these schools didn't align closely enough with their beliefs, so they decided to take our education into their own hands. They had a very specific vision for our futures and put immense pressure on us to choose one

of the following paths, to become parents and have lots of children, or to pursue a life as a nun. Our parents expected us to conform to the traditional expectations of our community, and these were the only options they deemed suitable for us. My sister, who is seven years older than me, never dated, lived at home until she got married, rarely traveled more than ten miles from our house, and didn't participate in any group activities around our town. It was clear why she was our parents' favorite.

When she was just 22 years old, they arranged her marriage to Matthew, the son of my dad's friend. At her wedding, they critiqued everything, from the readings to the order of events during an ordained priest officiated it. Luckily for my sister, Matthew turned out to be a great guy, and Celeste has a great life with her two children. Seeing that my sister had to get married at such a young age, I knew I wanted a different life than hers. She might have been content, but I didn't want to follow the traditional route. I was a young woman full of dreams, ambitions, and a passion for independence.

I wanted to build a career, travel, and explore the world. My vision for my life clashed head on with the traditional expectations my parents held dear. When I graduated from high school, I really wanted to go to college, even though my parents were dead set against it. I applied to a top university in our district and was thrilled to receive a full scholarship. But when I shared the good news with my parents, they were furious, and my dad had a complete meltdown.

He began to shout at me, his words filled with disapproval and frustration. My mom, on the other hand, refused to look at me. My parents couldn't understand why I wanted to go to college when they believed I should be focusing on following the traditional path they had laid out. It was a heartbreaking moment, watching the people I love the most in the world react so negatively to my pursuit of higher education. The fallout from that argument was profound. It marked the beginning of a growing divide between me and my parents for the years to come. It was clear that pursuing my dreams was not in line with their vision for my life, and this incident was the catalyst for our eventual estrangement.

Starting college opened up a whole new world for me. I learned things that challenged the beliefs my parents had instilled in me throughout my upbringing. I made new friends and gained a sense of independence that I hadn't experienced before. My parents, however, struggled to accept these changes in me. They saw my newfound independence and the influence of my college experiences as a threat to the values they held dear. Our reunions during college breaks were marked by tension and misunderstandings. I felt like I was walking on eggshells, trying to avoid topics that would inevitably lead to arguments.

The gap between our worldviews was widening, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to bridge the divide. Despite all the changes, a part of me still longed for their acceptance, but it seemed like an elusive dream. After graduating from college, I was thrilled about the prospect of finding a job and kick-starting my career. I expressed my strong desire to pursue a career to my parents and eventually move out of their house to follow my dreams. However, my parents were unhappy and didn't want me to pursue a job. They insisted that I should choose a life path that led to marriage and starting a family, in line with their strong principles.

Our arguments got more and more intense, emotions were running high, and they fervently urged me to reconsider my choices. When I stood my ground and refused to heed their demands, they told me to leave their house right away. I was taken aback, shocked to see them react so angrily and abruptly over a decision that brought me so much happiness. I gathered my belongings and stayed at my sister's place for a few months until I could find a new place of my own.

During that time, I made a solemn promise to myself that I would never go back to my parents' house. I wanted to live life on my own terms and achieve success and happiness outside the confines of their traditional expectations. My decision to leave and pursue a career, however, deeply hurt my parents. In their eyes, I had diverged from their expectations and disregarded their wishes for me. They responded by cutting off all communication with me, and it was as if I had been exiled from their lives. Over the years, whenever I talked to my sister, I made sure not to ask about them, and she

didn't mention them to me. Now coming on to the incident in hand, I had been in a relationship with my boyfriend for the past three years, and he proposed to me three months ago. We decided to have a simple court marriage followed by a small dinner party with our close friends. I'm not a fan of big, dramatic weddings, and the fact that I couldn't invite my family to the wedding was another reason for keeping it low-key. Everything seemed to be going smoothly in the following days, or so I believed until I received a call from an unknown number. I answered it, only to hear my parents on the other end.

After all those years of silence, I couldn't fathom why they were calling me. It turned out they had learned about my marriage and wanted to offer their congratulations. I hesitantly thanked them, a mix of emotions flooding over me. They continued to inquire about my life and well-being, and I answered their questions without much thought. It didn't strike me as unusual until they began to ask how it felt to be married to someone in a higher position than me at my company. Puzzled, I asked them to clarify what they were.

they meant. They went on to explain that they were delighted I had chosen to marry my boss. At this point, my jaw nearly hit the floor. I couldn't fathom why they would think I was married to my boss. They told me that one of their acquaintances had informed them about this and that they couldn't be happier. The whole time I remained mostly silent as they continued to chatter about how proud they were that I was finally married. My dad expressed excitement about meeting my husband and getting to know him, while my mother inquired if I planned to quit my job now that I was married, with the intention of focusing on having kids and keeping my husband happy. Their assumptions left me flabbergasted. It slowly dawned on me that the sole reason they had

reached out to me after eight years was their belief that I had married my boss, which, in their minds, elevated my status in the society and they expected me to now become a traditional wife. Their condescending tone and expectations infuriated me, but I decided to play along. I painted a picture of a life that, technically, was true as I did have a comfortable life with my husband. But I added in a bunch of lies, such as having 20 housekeepers at our back and call and living in a huge mansion with a swimming pool. My parents eagerly lapped up my story, and their excitement grew as they asked if I could arrange a meeting with my wealthy husband. Their excitement was embarrassing, considering their eagerness to reconnect with me hinged solely

on the false belief that I had married my boss. While I played along and agreed to set up a meeting for the weekend, a plan was forming in my mind. I wanted to teach them a lesson, a way to make them understand the pain they had caused by refusing to talk to me for all those years just because I didn't conform to their demands. Now, they were suddenly eager to be back in my life, all so they could boast about it in front of their community friends. It was a bitter pill to swallow, and I was determined to make them see the consequences of their actions. I talked to my husband about my plan, but he was unsure

about it. He understood why I lied, but he was hesitant about starting things off on the wrong foot since he was going to be meeting my parents for the first time. After some convincing, he finally agreed to go along with my plan. I also reached out to my boss, who was actually a female and had become a close friend to me over the years I had worked at the company. I explained the situation to her, and she found my parents' beliefs quite amusing. I asked if we could use her house for the day, and she readily agreed. I sent the location to my parents and set up the meeting they had requested. On the day, my parents arrived at the house, believing they were meeting my wealthy boss,

whom I was apparently married to. Their eyes widened as they took in the size of the house and the expansive lawn. My husband and I greeted them, and my dad shook my husband's hand with a bit too much enthusiasm. My mother hugged me and congratulated us on our marriage. My husband, though initially hesitant, played his part flawlessly. He greeted my parents with a warm smile and engaged in small talk, pretending to be the wealthy boss they believed him to be. We sat down for lunch, and my parents couldn't help but noticed the team of housekeepers who brought

out our plates. My dad started bombarding my husband with questions about the house, his assets, and how I had ended up with someone of his stature. Despite my irritation with the question, my husband, to maintain the charade, spun an intricate tale about his wealth, success, and a story on how we met, all part of our elaborate act. Amidst the conversation, my dad, unable to contain his curiosity, leaned in with a twinkle in his eye and asked my husband, you know, I've always wanted to own a classic car collection. Do you have any vintage cars around that I can check out? My husband played along, telling my dad that he indeed had a few vintage cars. They both headed off to explore my wealthy

husband's car collection, which, in reality, belonged to my boss. Meanwhile, my mother hung back, and in a hushed tone, she confided in me. You know, we are so happy that you are married to a rich man because we have been struggling to make our house mortgage payments, she admitted her eyes filled with worry. We are afraid that we might lose our home. I was left staring at her in disbelief as she continued, suggesting that now that I was married to my wealthy husband with a huge house and a vintage car collection, I could convince him to help out with their mortgage payments. It hit me like a ton of bricks. The only reason my parents had reached out to me after all these years was because they believed they could benefit from my supposed rich husband's wealth.

They never really cared about me at all. The realization was a bitter pill to swallow, and a rush of emotions swirled within me. As I waited for my dad and my husband to return, I could feel the tension in the air. When they finally rejoined us, I took a deep breath and decided it was time to have a candid conversation with everyone. I turned to my dad and asked him directly if what my mother told me was true. He hesitated for a moment and then replied, well, I didn't expect you to ever get married, let alone to a wealthy man. Now that your husband has more than enough, it wouldn't hurt to share some of this wealth with us. Both my husband and I were taken aback by the words that came out of my

dad's mouth. My dad continued, explaining that he didn't have the money to pay the mortgage, and he couldn't turn to his friends for help because it would damage his reputation. Seeing my parents' desperation and their assumption that they could easily gain from my husband's imaginary wealth, I decided to take my revenge to the next level. With a wicked glint in my eye, I looked at my dad and said, you know what, Dad? We can help you with your mortgage, but there's a condition. You must first publicly apologize to me and acknowledge that you were wrong to cut off contact with me for the past eight years.

You need to do this in front of our entire family and friends at a gathering we will organize. My parents were taken aback, but it's not like they had any option. They reluctantly agreed to my terms. Over the next few weeks, I organized a family gathering where I invited our relatives and close friends to join us. My sister had no idea about all these circumstances and was taken aback that my parents had decided to reach out to me after so long. I made sure to keep my sister in the dark about my revenge plan as I knew her strong convictions might lead her to spill the beans to my parents. On the day of the event, I was happy to meet my extended family after such a long time and meet some of my parents' long-time friends. Everyone congratulated me on my marriage to my supposed wealthy boss and kept asking if we were trying for kids.

I was getting irritated with their close-minded questions, but to maintain the charade, answered all their questions with a polite smile. Amid the cheerful chatter, my dad decided to call everyone's attention for a toast. He rose from his seat, raising his glass high, and began by expressing his happiness to be there among family and friends. He congratulated my husband and me on our marriage. My dad continued with his speech, proclaiming his pride in how I had turned my life around and was now married to my boss. He spoke about the embarrassment he had initially felt when I had expressed my desire to pursue a career, and how I had supposedly brought shame to his family

at the time. He declared that he had now chosen to forgive me because I had finally chosen the path that he and my mother had wished all along. The room remained still as his words hung in the air, and little did my dad know that this gathering was indeed about to take a turn he hadn't anticipated. As my dad concluded his speech, the room was filled with an expectant hush. Most of the guests believed I would rise to thank him for his words, but I had entirely different intentions in mind. It was time to reveal the true purpose of this gathering, to set the record straight, and to finally address the eight years of estrangement. With all eyes on me, I began to speak, thank you, Dad, for your kind words and for being here today. There's something I need to confess

in front of everyone. As I spoke, a collective murmur rippled through the room. I am married to my husband, I continued, but he isn't the boss of my company. My boss is actually a woman and a very close friend of mine and it was in fact her house that you visited earlier. The wealth and the lavish lifestyle you saw was all a charade. Someone had lied to you that I had married my boss and I along with the lie just to find out your true intention. I had then insisted on having this gathering so I could reveal the truth about our family. My dad's face shifted from pride to shock, and there was a moment of stunned silence. I recounted in front of everyone how my parents had cut off contact with me for eight years because they disapproved of my desire

for independence and the pursuit of a career. But suddenly, they called me out of the blue, when they believed that I was now married to my boss, who was supposed to be rich. I disclosed the real reason was that they wanted our financial help as they couldn't afford to pay for their own house. They had reached out to me after all these years with the sole intention to leach off my rich husband and tried to convince me to ask him to pay for them. It was a shocking revelation as everyone registered the truth. I went to clarify in front of everyone that although I wasn't married to my wealthy boss had assumed my husband and I did have a very comfortable life with equally high-paying jobs.

I emphasized that the comfortable life we led was a result of my decision to break free from them and pursue a career rather than rushing into marriage and motherhood. The room was filled with a mix of emotions, from surprise and disbelief to understanding and even disappointment. All eyes turned to my parents, who now appeared embarrassed and exposed. The guests started whispering to each other as my husband and I got up from our seats, triumphantly and left the gathering. Our work here was done and a sense of satisfactory, washed over me. I had finally put an end to the façade my parents had maintained in front of their community all this time. All of this happened last week, and the aftermath has been quite

revealing. I have been receiving numerous calls from people since the incident. While the majority of them applaud my courage in standing up to my parents and unveiling the truth in front of everyone, my sister and some relatives believe that I went too far, humiliating my parents in front of everyone. So, am I the a-hole for going along with my parents' lies about being married to my boss so I could take the ultimate revenge on them? I appreciate all the responses to my post. After reading your comments and suggestions, I felt compelled to give my sister a call and share my perspective. I explained to her that I was only 19 years old when our parents kicked me out, leaving me with emotional scars that persisted for years. Their decision to cut me off was solely

based on my desire to pursue higher education and choose a life different than what they wanted. It was an incredibly painful experience for me at such a young age. I made it clear that I never looked down on her choice to get married, but it wasn't the path I wanted to follow. I described the hurt I felt upon discovering the real reason my parents wanted to reconnect with me after all these years. I posed a question to Celeste, asking if she would ever treat her own children differently and cut them off if they made a decision she didn't like. She solemnly responded with a no. I pointed out that as a parent herself,

she should understand that what my parents did to me was extremely wrong. This is why I felt compelled to teach them a lesson they wouldn't forget. My sister, after hearing my side of the story, expressed sympathy for the challenges I had faced. I had always kept my feelings to myself, so she hadn't fully grasped the extent of my struggle. Celeste admitted that she had no idea how I'd felt all these years, and she understood now why I took the actions I did. While she couldn't entirely stand behind my revenge, she assured me that she wouldn't hold it against me.

I was happy after my conversation with my sister. As for my parents, they haven't reached out to me since the incident, and I have no plans to initiate contact with them first. Given the way I expose their truth, I can only imagine they are seething with anger. It remains to be seen whether they will reflect on their actions and attempt to rebuild our fractured relationship or continue to blame me for their actions. For now, I stand by my decision to bring these issues to light and hope that they will have learned a valuable lesson. My mother reached out to me today while I was at work.

She expressed how she and my father felt humiliated in front of everyone, with my father harboring anger towards me. She continued to admonish me for lying to them, but I reminded her that I had simply played along to uncover their deceitful intentions. My mother attempted to justify their actions, explaining that they believed I was finally going to conform to their idea of a good girl by giving up my career and focusing on my family. I made it clear that I had no intentions of doing so, especially with the financial stability I had achieved, and the prospect of a promotion at my company on the horizon. I reiterated that I had no regrets about my actions, as they had only

revealed my parents' true facade. She also shared that some of our relatives and friends were talking about them now, and a few had expressed to my parents that what they had done to me eight years ago was wrong. This revelation seemed to have further infuriated my dad. I didn't want to continue having this conversation with my mother anymore as I knew it wasn't going to go anywhere, so I cut off her call. I didn't want to continue having this conversation while I was trying to work. My parents were said in their ways and so was I. I was just glad that the aftermath of the gathering was creating ripples of change not just within our family but also within the broader circle of people who were privy to the situation.

Update 2, it's been three months since my last update and a lot of things have happened since then. I decided to begin therapy. I realized that I hadn't been dealing with the estrangement for my parents in a healthy manner, and the lingering resentment had been a heavy burden for years. While I had exposed the truth about their intentions, I didn't want to continue hold holding on to that resentment. Therapy has been a step towards finding a healthier way to address my past and emotions. As for my parents, they agreed to sit down and have a conversation with me, largely due to

my sister's heartfelt pleas. I had been initially reluctant to meet them, but my husband encouraged me to give them a chance. We all gathered at my sister's place, and I chose to remain silent as my parents took a seat to initiate the conversation. My mother started by expressing her regret for our previous encounters which really surprised me. She admitted that she had been doing a lot of soul-searching and had realized that their actions had hurt me deeply, and she now understood the pain it had caused. My father, who had remained silent until then, acknowledged that cutting off contact with

me eight years ago had been a mistake in that they were determined to make amends. He explained how their strong commitment to their beliefs had prevented them from seeing things from my perspective. I remained cautious, opting to listen more than speak. Their words seemed to come from a place of genuine reflection, which was a positive start to our conversation. My parents shared how they had been seeking guidance from their community, which had helped them see the error of their ways. While it was challenging, I understood that it was the first step toward some form of reconciliation. My sister appeared relieved with how the conversation was progressing. She had been a silent yet supportive presence during our discussion, and her hope for a renewed

bond between our parents and me was evident in her expression. Seeing her optimism gave me some reassurance that perhaps, with time and effort, our family could find a way to heal and reconnect one day. Despite the challenges ahead, it was a comforting thought that we were taking steps toward repairing the rift that had separated us for eight long years. I will continue to attend therapy and remain open to the possibility of reconciling with my parents in the future, though I will approach it with caution. For those wondering about my husband, we're doing great in our marriage. Our married life has been blissful so far, and he always supports my decisions.

I'm really lucky to have a partner who loves me so much, and I look forward to growing old with him. We're not thinking about having kids right now, but we're open to the idea. At the moment, we're just enjoying our lives and traveling the world together. I hope you enjoy this story. My folks missed out on my marriage ceremony because I tied the knot before my flawless sibling, and now family members are declining to be present at my sister's lavish wedding, causing my parents to claim that I have tarnished their standing. I, 28F, got married eight months ago after being in a relationship for four years. Everyone attended the

wedding, with the exception of my parents and my sister, 26F. I wasn't surprised about my sister not attending, since she and I never really got along well anyway. I had extended an invitation to her just out of politeness and common courtesy but my parents being a no-show was a surprise. It's no big secret that my parents have always preferred my sister over me. She's always been better at pretty much everything. She is definitely a lot more conventionally attractive than me because I'm kind of short and chubby and she is literally supermodel material, I'm not even exaggerating. If I'm not wrong, when she was in college, she actually did dabble a bit in modeling and was part of some assignments, but then, she got too busy with her degree and quit.

She has a business degree and right after college, she got a job offer from a pretty big company and started climbing the corporate ladder pretty quickly. She's young, beautiful, and accomplished, and my parents have always been more proud of her than of me and to be honest, I don't blame them for that, she is the daughter that they can actually show off. I'm pretty ordinary in comparison, I don't deny that, because neither do I have the looks, nor the brains. I'm not demeaning myself, I'm just being practical because even though I'm not as accomplished as her, I'm still pretty happy with my life. It used to sting that my parents were not as proud of me as they were of her and neither did they make any efforts to give me the same kind of love and affection, with time I just

accepted it. It's not like I had a choice. I had tried to do my best to get my parents to treat me the same way ever since I was a kid, but nothing really worked. It's like they were obsessed with my sister, and I was just never going to be good enough. So why bother constantly trying to impress people who were just not going to see the good in you and just keep comparing you to your sister? After one point, I just stopped trying, I started living my own life, and I have to say, after that, my life got much happier. I still kept in touch with my parents, though, because I didn't want to create any drama

and I knew that they were very conscious about keeping up appearances. So if I suddenly just stopped talking to them and cut them out of my life, they would make a huge thing out of it, and I really didn't think that the drama would be worth it. So I chose to be there at a surface level, but apart from that I was pretty distant from them

and they didn't seem to mind it either, since they had my sister to obsess over. That's how it had been for the past couple of years. And then, last year, I got engaged to my longtime boyfriend. Of course I told my parents all about it, I even invited them, but they didn't show up. It's not like I missed them much at the wedding, but even then, it was a bit of a shock because it's not even like they had tear SFT. A lot of people did ask about my parents, nobody was surprised that my sister didn't show up

because they knew that we didn't have the best relationship. but my parents not showing up was a big deal, especially without even an explanation. So a couple of days after the wedding, I decided to ask them about it. Even before the wedding, when I had noticed that they hadn't A-R-S-F-T, I had tried to get through to them but they hadn't responded to me. Back then, I did think that something was fishy but I didn't worry too much about it because I already had a lot on my plate. After the wedding, though, I really needed some answers, so I decided to confront my

parents once and for all. When I called them after everything had been done, they finally picked up even though I had thought that they were just going to ignore me like they had been for the weeks leading up to the wedding. As soon as they answered the phone call, they told me that they were really upset that they couldn't even make it to the wedding and started telling me that I really should have sent them a formal invitation. I was obviously very confused because as far as I was concerned, I knew for a fact that I had invited them. My husband and I had meticulously gone over the guest list over and over again just to make sure that nobody had been excluded. We had sent out physical invitations as well as e-invites and I just knew that my parents had received an invitation.

So when they said that they were upset that I hadn't even bothered to send them an invite on the phone call, I knew that something was off. While they were telling me about how insulted they had felt because they hadn't received an invitation, I decided to go check whether I had actually sent it or not, and sure enough, I definitely had. So I knew for a fact that they were just trying to go gaslight me, but I didn't say anything. I just apologized for my mistake and then hung up. I was obviously very annoyed that they were trying to make me think that this was my fault somehow, even though they had decided to skip my wedding on purpose for reasons that I didn't even know. After that phone call, I spoke to my husband about what had happened and how my parents had

tried to gaslight me, and he told me that he was pretty sure that they were just upset that I was getting married before my sister, so that's why they had decided to skip the wedding and now. They were trying to gaslight me into believing that I had somehow missed inviting them so they would have an excuse without having to own up to their own fault. It was actually my husband who made me realize that they were really just upset because I was getting married before my sister. At first, I didn't understand what he was getting at, but then he brought up several instances. First, when I had called my parents to inform them that I was engaged now, they didn't seem happy at all. They looked pretty stunned but I had just assumed that they were surprised because I was calling

them to inform them about it at all, since we had a pretty cold relationship. I had only called them before I posted about it on social media because I thought this was my responsibility as a daughter and I thought it would be more polite to fulfill it, so I thought that's what they were surprised about, that I was informing them. But my husband told me that he had immediately realized that they were not happy about it because the look that they had on their face was not one of a happy surprise. He didn't bring it up with me at the time because he didn't want to make a big deal out of a stressed me out, but then, even at the engagement party, he could see that my parents were sitting in a

corner and sulking instead of socializing with everyone, and when he tried to go to speak with them just to be polite. He saw that they were on the phone with my sister and he could hear her crying on the other end while they were trying to comfort her. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why they were not looking too happy about my whole engagement situation, and even though he couldn't hear what my sister was talking about on the other end, he could make a good guess. As soon as my parents realized that he was standing nearby, they put their phones aside and started putting on an act with him and stuff, but it was too late. I was quite surprised when I found out these things, but it made a lot of things make sense, and the only reason he hadn't told me

anything about it was that he did not want to make me feel anxious about the whole wedding since I was already pretty worried about planning it and stuff. It was only after the wedding that I found out about it, and I'm pretty sure that this must have been the real reason they didn't attend the wedding because it couldn't have been possible that they did not receive the invitation, especially when I had checked and double-checked everything. So after they didn't show up at my wedding, I decided that I was not going to be speaking to them anymore, not even for the sake of appearances. I had had enough, and if my sister was their only priority, then they could stick to that. Recently, a couple of weeks ago, I heard from a

couple of my relatives that my sister is engaged. Apparently, she's been with this guy for the past year and he proposed, and she said yes. Good for her, and I know that my parents are splurging on this wedding because they've been bragging about it online. They've already spoken to a couple of their friends and have started looking into massive venues, which are going to be pretty expensive. My sister has been telling our cousins that she's going to be shopping from Vera Wong and I just know that it's going to be a huge deal. I didn't particularly care about it, but then, a couple of days ago, my parents got in touch with me and told me that it was really messed up for me to try and ruin my sister's wedding. I had no idea what they were

talking about, so I told them that I hadn't said anything about it. Neither did I care because we hadn't been in touch for a really long time and I was hardly interested in fighting with them right now. But they told me that they knew that I had spent the past eight months after my wedding, just talking crap about my family and they were very disappointed in me. They told me that me that apparently, all the relatives that they had spoken to so far, had shown absolutely no interest in even attending the engagement party and had already started coming up with excuses to not attend the wedding. And they knew for a fact that I had a hand in this because apparently, my sister was very upset that our family is going to be a no-show at her engagement

party, and she had decided to vent to a cousin of ours and she had been told that apparently, I had been telling everyone in the family that my parents had not shown up at the wedding because they were upset that my sister was not getting married before me, which is how they would have liked things to be since they think that she's prettier and more successful. They accused me of painting them in a bad light, and now, because of my accusations, our family was hesitant to even attend the engagement party, let alone the wedding. And there, they did kind of have a point because, after the wedding, there was a phase where any time my relatives would ask me why exactly my parents hadn't shown, I would just tell them

what I thought. I was very upset about my parents and their behavior, and after whatever my husband had told me, I didn't think that I needed to hold back anyway. So whenever I ran into any relative, or about attending any family event, and they would ask me if I finally got an answer as to why my parents were not present at my wedding, I would just tell the truth. In my opinion, I didn't think that I was gossiping about them or doing anything wrong because as far as I was concerned, even though they had always been very concerned about keeping up appearances, they couldn't be bothered to do that at my wedding because to them,

sparing my sister's feelings was more important than anything else. So I had learned my lesson, I was not going to be putting any efforts, and after my husband had told me, I thought that being honest was the way to go. I didn't really think about the consequences at the time. I thought that people deserved to know the real reason they were not there at the wedding. I told them whatever my husband had told me, I also told them about my conversation with my parents, and I made it sound very casual.

I didn't even try to make it sound like I was seeking sympathy, but I didn't mince my words either. What I didn't realize was that word got around, and at this point, pretty much everyone in the family knows that my parents first skipped my wedding because they didn't want my sister to feel bad about them attending, and also because to them,

she was also more of a priority, and on top of that. They tried to gaslight me to believe that I had somehow missed inviting them, and even though they didn't say anything to me my relatives have now decided that they don't want to attend my sister's wedding, they don't want anything to do with my parents. And the cousin who told my sister about all of this had overheard her talking about for

quite some time and this girl is quite a bit of a gossip, so I'm not surprised that she decided to pass on that information to my sister and my parents because I'm pretty sure that she just wants to see the drama unfold. And she's in luck because my parents are very upset. They think that I have sabotaged them on purpose and they think that I'm the one who is jealous of my sister, so that's why I spread these rumors on purpose and made them look like the bad guys. They said that my husband made up that whole incident. Nothing of the sword had happened, and they even accused me of not inviting them on purpose so I could have an excuse to seek sympathy from relatives and make them look like villains. I don't agree with any of that,

I'm pretty sure that my husband had been telling me the truth and I'm also pretty sure that I definitely sent those invitations to them. What I do feel a bit weird about is the fact that because of whatever I had told my relatives, they are now choosing not to attend my sister's wedding. So Ida for telling my entire family the real reason why my parents did not attend my wedding? Edit, there are several reasons that I don't get along with my sister and I never have. The biggest one being that she's always trying to put me down. It's not enough for her that our parents already prefer her over me. She needs me to be acutely aware of it at all times. I really don't know what her problem is, but right from our

childhood, she's always tried to rub things in my face. It's not like I didn't know that she was a lot more successful than me, right when we were kids, because she was always at the top of her class, she was good at sports and everything and she was also pretty popular. That should have been for her, but for some reason, she made it a point to make me feel bad about it with her snarky remarks, comments and stuff like that. She had her group of cronies, even though I was a senior to them, who literally tried to bully me every day and the only reason I never made a big deal out of it was because I didn't think they were significant enough for me to address. At worst, they were just a minor inconvenience for me. I found them annoying, but I didn't care much about them.

As for my sister, I really thought that eventually, she would grow out of this stupid little habit, but she really didn't. She continued to behave the same way, kept making jokes about me, taking digs at me and stuff, well into her adulthood, to the point where I literally just stopped showing up at places because of her. I don't want to create any drama. I'm a non-confrontational person usually and I don't enjoy interacting with people that I don't like. I just try to steer clear of them altogether. So for the past couple of years, I've only shown up at family events when it's been absolutely necessary, but when it's small stuff, I tend to skip it just because I don't want to see my sister. So yeah, that's why I don't get along with her, and I have no regrets about it either.

It's not like I didn't try to get along with her when we were kids, I really did, but at one point, you just realize that this is not the kind of person you want to have in your life. That's the sort of awakening that happened to me a couple of years ago with my sister, and then again, recently, with my parents. The only reason I had even been holding onto these relationships for such a long time in the first place, in spite of the pain they have already caused me so far, was because they were all that I had as a family. I mean, sure, I had my relatives, but it's just not the same.

However, now, I really do think that my relatives are probably more my family than these people ever were. Update 1, hey, so I started ignoring my parents after reading the comments here because I realized that telling the truth to the rest of my family was not as bad as they were making it out to be. I just shared my side of things, I don't have to feel sorry about it. So when they started texting me non-stop, I decided to reply and say the same thing to them. And then they started arguing with me, telling me that I had done all of this on purpose, that I wanted to ruin their image for the rest of the family just because I had always been jealous of my sister.

We were speaking to each other on a phone call, and before I picked up, I had already decided in my head at this time, I was just going to let it all out because I really needed. to vent. And as soon as they accused me of being jealous of my sister, I just agreed, I told them that I indeed was jealous of her, but not because of the reason they thought. I was not jealous of her because she was more accomplished than me, or because she was more conventionally attractive. I had always been jealous of her because instead of being impartial, the two of them had always preferred her over me. I could understand the rest of the world choosing her over me because of the reasons I mentioned, but even my own parents. That actually hurt. And I was sick of pretending

that I didn't care because things like this get to people. And even the expectation that this shouldn't matter to me, that I should just shake it off and pretend that I'm constantly fine. That's also quite unreasonable. But I did that, just because I always expected that at some point, my parents would start appreciating me for who I am. But that never happened. And even when I was not trying, I was still subconsciously trying to get them to appreciate me somehow. That's why I had kept my mouth shut about their terrible treatment of me for so many years. But now, when I was finally speaking up, they had an issue with it just because it was making them look back. Well, tough, because if they really think the truth is making them look bad, then maybe they are the problem

in the situation and not me. If they wanted to come off as good parents, then maybe they should have just been good parents and then I would only have wonderful things to say about them. But they had handed this ammunition to me themselves, so now they have no right to complain about me, making them look bad. If I wanted you to tell my relatives how I had been treated by my parents, how they had always chosen my sister over me, and make a big deal out of it, then I definitely would do that. By then, they had already accused me of playing the victim and seeking sympathy, so fine, maybe I was doing exactly that. Instead of calling me again and again, trying to get me to go back on my word, maybe they should just try talking to my relatives and

convince them that they are not the kind of people that I made them out to be. Maybe that would be a more productive use of their time but talking to me would not get them anywhere because I've already said whatever I had to say, and if my relatives have chosen to believe me, then good for me. The bottom line was that I was not going to fix the situation for them. I'm not responsible for anybody else's reputation apart from mine. My parents just went silent, probably because they were not used to this kind of behavior from me, since I had already mentioned that I'm a non-confrontational person and I'm also pretty quiet and introverted. So an outburst like this was not something that I had expected.

They had probably thought that I was just going to let this slide as well, but I was done letting them walk all over me in the expectation that maybe they would appreciate me at some point. But after a couple of seconds, my parents told me that since I had already decided that they were terrible parents and I had such strong opinions on their failure to raise me the same way that they had raised my sister, they had decided that maybe it was time to let me go. So far, they had been expecting me to fix the situation because they thought that I was family. They thought that I was their daughter so I would at least be concerned about it, but very obviously, I was happy that they were suffering. So now, they told me, they had no expectations from me, and I was free to lead

my life the way that I wanted to, they would not bother me ever again. They ended their little speech by telling me that at the end of the day, both of us were their daughters, maybe I just felt like they had always preferred my sister over me because I was the insecure one, but that was not their fault and I shouldn't blame them for it. So even in the end, they just couldn't accept that a part of this was their fault. They wanted me to be the bad guy. It took a lot of effort for me to keep my mouth shut, but then, I just didn't say anything, because I knew that again with them was just going to be pointless and I didn't want to end up talking in circles.

So if they wanted to make me the villain, that was completely fine with me, at least that would get them off my back. But now that I've gotten my point across, I've spoken to them about how I've felt all these years, I feel a lot lighter and much better. Now whatever happens with my sister's wedding or whatever, I really don't care about it.

That's their problem to deal with, I'm just going to do my thing. Update 2, hey, a couple of days ago, I had that conversation with my parents and today, my sister reached out to me and sent me a text, saying that whatever I had said to my parents, it was really wrong and they were very upset about it. After all, they had raised me, they had done everything for me as parents, and now, I couldn't just turn around and tell them that they hadn't been good enough because that was really ungrateful of me. She was acting all holier than thou and I knew that she was just loving this

opportunity to lord it over me, pretending to be the epitome of grace and dignity, when she was anything but that. It really annoyed me, so I didn't even reply to the text, I just blocked her. I thought that would be good enough. But then, a couple of hours later, my husband called me and told me that he had received a text from an unknown number, and sure enough, it was my sister texting her. She had basically just told him the same things, and then told him that he needed to convince me to apologize to our parents because what I was doing was really wrong and since he's part of the family now, he can't just sit on the sidelines like a spectator and let things like this go on, especially when it's making me look like a complete fool. I was furious that she had

had the audacity to text my husband, but my husband found it very funny. He thought that it was hysterical that my family actually thought that texting him and telling him to make me apologize was going to work. And because of him, I was kind of able to find it funny as well and blow it off because otherwise, I really would have gone all out. In the past couple of days, I haven't really told anybody about what's been going down with my parents, because I haven't had the time to speak to most people since I've been quite busy with work. But then, if anybody asks me or if I run into anyone, I'm going to be very open with them because I'm sure that that's the thing that's going to make the most upset. I'm not usually big on gossiping, but if this is making my parents unhappy,

then I'm all for it. And the best part is that it's not even gossip. I'm just telling them my side of things, and I don't even have to make anything up, I just have to tell them how they actually behave and that's bad enough for people to dislike them. The funniest part of all of this is that even though they already know that I'm not going to be holding back anymore, neither am I going to be protecting the reputation of the family by staying silent. They're still going out of their way to make things worse for themselves off these stunts. Update 3, hi, so it's been a couple of weeks since my last update and my parents have started telling everybody in the family that apparently, I had been spreading false rumors

about them to make them look bad. Just because I was jealous of my sister and I wouldn't be able to stand it if people actually attended her wedding since it was going to be so much grander and extravagant than mine. I was pretty sure they thought that this strategy was going to work, making me look like the bad guy and stuff, but most of the people from our family had already decided that they wanted to be on my side. And to be honest, I don't even have to try, they already felt like my parents indulge. my sister too much, right from when we were kids. So my version of things was a lot more believable

to them than whatever my parents were trying to get them to believe. So instead of just taking their word for it, they actually told me about what my parents had been saying about me behind my back and in short, their whole plan backfired because now, people are laughing at them and their stupidity with me. This is karma at its best, and I'm really glad that they chose to show their true colors to everyone. I hope you enjoy this story. When my father passed on, my mother disposed of all his possessions to create space for her new partner and evicted me because she didn't want any reminders from the past. Passed to affect her new life.

Three weeks ago, my dad passed away after being sick for a really long time. He had been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis a couple of years ago and he put up a good fight, but eventually, he just couldn't do it anymore and we lost him. It was a huge blow to me emotionally because I was a lot close to me. closer to my dad than my mom. I, 18m, did not know how to feel and I was just beginning to cope with my grief when my mother decided that she was going to kick me out of the house so she could move her boyfriend in with her. Within a span of one week, I lost my dad, and I also found out that my mother had been having an affair with a co-worker all along. I don't know if

my dad knew about it, but honestly, it doesn't even make a difference. I was disgusted when she brought home her boyfriend just four days after my dad's passing and we had a huge fight after he left. She told me that this affair had been going on for a really long time, pretty much ever since my dad had been diagnosed and I did not know how it was to have a sick partner, so I had no idea how difficult it was for her, which is why I had no right to judge her for finding love elsewhere. She claimed that she knew that she was going to lose her husband at one point, so in her opinion, there was nothing wrong with what she was doing. It was quite perfect. of her, and I told her so. The next day, I paid for it because she told me that I had to

leave and she didn't want any filth from the past in her home anymore. And she wasn't just referring to me, she and her boyfriend had started packing a bunch of stuff from my dad's room in the morning and by the time I woke up, there were a bunch of boxes in the front yard and my mother told me that where I was going, I could either take the boxes with me or I could leave them there so they could burn it. But either way, it was all going out of their house and they gave me a couple of hours to pack all my stuff so I could leave. I decided to utilize my time packing my belongings instead of arguing with them because judging by my mother's behavior, she was too far gone. And I did not want to put down my dignity by speaking to her.

We had pretty much stopped getting along a couple of months before my dad passed away because she had been fighting a lot with him and I did not think it was right to keep arguing with him about petty things and be so horrible to him, especially when we knew that he was not going to make it. And after I found out about the affair, I had lost all respect for her, so I was quite glad to be leaving. I made a few phone calls and after some time, my girlfriend told me that she could speak to her parents and let me stay with them for a couple of weeks until I could get back on my feet and make some other arrangements. I am very grateful for that since I've been living with them ever since my mother

kicked me out and they'd been very kind. Especially my girlfriend since we've only been dating for three months and she really didn't need to do this, but I'm very thankful for her. Anyway, on the day that I left, along with my own belongings, I also took the boxes that my mother had thrown out, which were full of my dad's belongings. I figured that I definitely could not let them burn it, since that would mean losing the last bit of whatever my father had left behind. It ended up with my room being extremely cramped because of all the stuff that was in there, but it was worth it. For the past couple of days, I had been a avoiding even looking at those boxes, let alone going through them. The reason for that was quite

simple, it reminded me too much of my dad and I was just not ready to go through it. I knew that it would end up with me crying on the floor because I missed him so much already, so I had been avoiding it like the plague. But two days ago, I made up my mind that I was going to go through some of the boxes, no matter how hard it was. And I got incredibly lucky because the first box that I picked was full of documents and paperwork from my dad's room. Before he was moved to the hospital in the last few weeks of his life, he was working out of his room in the house since he was in no shape to go out every day. My father was working as a tax consultant in a huge firm, so there was a lot of paperwork about that, and I didn't understand most of it, so I just kept it aside. I kind of made

my way to the bottom of the box and there, I found a blue manila file with my name on it and that was what I found in there, it's going to finish my mom and I'm here for it. On going through the contents of that folder, I found out that my dad actually had left a will and my mother probably had no idea or maybe she did and just wasn't telling the lawyer. Not just the will, I also found a bunch of other documents, including the deed to the house, which said that it did not belong to both my parents, but only to my father. After reading the will, I realized that my dad had left the house and all the money that had remained in his account to me. My mother had received his car, which was a big deal because my dad drove a pretty nice car,

and the ownership of their vacation home. I realized that my mother had absolutely no right to kick me out of the house because it did not even belong to her anymore or at any point in time. First, it belonged to my father, and now it belongs to me. So far, my dad's lawyer had told me that his assets were going to remain frozen until the court had come up with a way to decide how his assets were going to be divided. However, after I found those documents, I called him up immediately, and I told him what I had found. So I invited him to my girlfriend's house and asked him if it would be possible for me to move

back into my own house because my dad clearly stated in the will that the house belonged to me, not my mother. And he told me that I was definitely free to do that if I wanted to because my mother had to kick me out in the first place, at least not without proper notice. That was all that I needed to know. He could deal with that. the execution of the will, but I was going to deal with the situation with my mom. I called her up immediately afterward, and I told her that I had found out about the will that my father had left. He had stated that the house was going to be left to me and so was all the money in his bank account. She was silent for a couple of minutes and said that it did not

matter to her, but I told her that now that the tables had turned, I wanted her to leave the premises because the house had never really belonged to her. Neither had she ever done anything to earn it. She had been horrible to my dad and now she was being horrible to me. So I told her that I wanted her out by the end of this week and that's when she started groveling. To be honest, I had actually expected her to start arguing with me because that's how she has always been, argumentative and nasty to everyone around her. Instead, she started begging me not to say anything or do anything because she had convinced her to move in with her by telling him that she would handle everything for him.

Apparently, her co-worker had also been married, but had recently filed for a divorce and his ex-wife was demanding a huge amount of alimony, which was fair enough because he had cheated. So he had been worried about it, and my mother had told him that she would handle it all for him, which meant that she would let him stay with her, so he did not have to worry about where he would live or about rent and other miscellaneous expenses, he could just focus on his divorce. Now, if I came up to them and said that the house did not even belong to her, she would be screwed. So if I decided to talk to her boyfriend, not only would she end up without a place to live, but she would also end up alone. I'm not a cruel person, so I told my mother that

she was free to continue acting like she had the means to salvage the situation for her boyfriend, but I definitely did not want her to live in my house anymore. So I told her that I would not breathe the word of what she had said to me just now to anyone if she promised me that she would leave the house by the end of this week. I honestly don't care where she went, I just wanted her out of the house so I could move back in. Then, she started telling me that this was not fair because it was straight up blackmail and I couldn't do this to her, but I brought up how unfairly she had treated me just a couple of days ago. So it was pretty laughable that she was expecting me to think about her situation right now, and I did not think that I was being unfair. After arguing with me for a bit,

she started crying on the phone and said that she just couldn't believe that I was being this way with her just because she had wanted to be happy in her life for once. She said that she hadn't even wanted to get married to my father, but she was already pregnant with me and so her family had forced her to. And apparently my father had never treated her well, he had always been too involved in his work and never had enough time for her. So now, she was just trying to have a happy life with her boyfriend. and the only reason she had even kicked me out was because she knew that I was just like my father and I was not going to stand for her happiness. And all that I was doing was proving her right.

I didn't know what to say to her at that point. So I just told her that she had one week and then I hung up. I had been feeling kind of guilty since then. I don't know why, but hearing her cry like that on the phone just made me feel very bad. I don't know if it's because I'm actually doing something worth feeling guilty over or maybe it's just because I'm a sensitive person and I can't stand to hear people cry. I'm a bit confused, so I'm here to ask Ida because I told my mother that she and her boyfriend have one week to give up their house.

Edit, I don't have anybody from my family living in the state, so I couldn't ask them for help and I had to rely on my friends. I have spoken to my grandparents since I'm starting college in a couple of months, so I'm going to need their help to cover the expenses. after I had explained to them the kind of situation that I was in because of my mother, all of them had cut her off. I can't say she's any worse for it, since she never really got along with her own parents and only had a civil relationship with her in-laws.

And about the will, I don't really know exactly why my father had left the house and all his money to me or why he hadn't spoken to his lawyer about it. I did ask my dad's lawyer about it, and apparently he had been pushing for him to create a well ever since he had been diagnosed, but my dad kept saying that he would do it later. Now, apparently what he had left was a holographic will, since there were no witnesses or a lawyer involved and it might make it easier for my mother to contest it, but we will cross that bridge when we come to it. Thankfully, in the state that we live in, even wills like these are considered valid, and I am guessing that my dad must have known about it. As for why exactly he had left the

most important things to me, I'm guessing it is because he had probably written this document when he was at home, and my mother had been fighting with him a lot, over nothing in particular. She was just fighting with him because she could, and he couldn't exactly leave her no matter how frustrated he felt. I guess that's why he made this decision and I think it was a good choice. Anyway, to answer your questions, I don't really know my dad's exact reasons, but this is my theory. Update 1, hi, so I'm still living with my girlfriend, and after reading the comments, I decided to change my mind. I'm still going to demand that my mother move out of the house,

but I'm going to change the terms of my condition a bit. After posting that edit, a lot of you said that I should probably think about the fact that my mother can contest the will and that would lead to a lot of trouble for me. And I thought about it, and you guys were right, I wasn't thinking about it at first. So I decided to call my mother back

and I told her that I was now ready to give her six months to find a place and move out of the house. She seemed pretty surprised when I said that because we hadn't spoken since our last conversation, so she didn't have an explanation for this change of heart. But I also told her that since I was giving her six months, I also wanted her to promise that she was not going to contest my dad's will. Hopefully, six months would be enough time to prove the validity of the will in court and eventually, we would be able to start the division of the assets.

And I guess six months would be enough for my mom's boyfriend to figure out his divorce as well. Personally, I would have much rather preferred to cause a lot of trouble for my mother and ask her to leave within a week and make sure that she felt just as awful as I had but well, needs must. Right now, it's more important for me not to act rashly because that would only lead to trouble for me and not her. She has told me that she's going to think about it before agreeing to anything and well, let's see what she says. Update 2, hi, so three days back, I told my mother that I wanted her to promise me that she would not contest the will and I would let her stay in the house for six more months. I was going to be leaving for college in three months anyway, so I figured that for those three months, I would just ask my grandparents to send me some money so I could get an apartment because I did not want to bother my girlfriend by living with her for so long. But her parents insisted that I had to stay with them. and even though we have only been together for three months, my girlfriend and I really love

each other, so she said the same thing and my living situation was sorted. I was in no hurry to have my mother leave the house since it didn't even make sense. I was kind of hoping that she would agree to my terms, so I could get my dad's lawyer to sign off on it as well because if she entered a legal contract, she wouldn't be able to back out of it. I was looking forward to hearing back from her with good news, but instead, she called me up today and the first thing that she asked me was if I expected her to sign any paperwork or contacts for this condition that I had. I immediately said yes because I did not want to mislead her, and I definitely did not trust her, so this was a given. She thought about it for a couple of seconds,

and then she told me that if she had to sign a contract, then she was not interested in this agreement. That really annoyed me because it essentially just meant that if she knew that she had to stick to it or there would be consequences, then she was not sure about whether she was going to be able to make any promises. I was very blunt with her, and I told her that if she was not ready to sign off on a legal agreement with me, then my deal was off the table. I told her that I did not trust her in the slightest, and she should not be surprised, since her behavior in the recent past has been nothing short of absolutely horrible towards me. I thought that she was going to argue with me, but she just told me that she agreed, but she also didn't trust me since after all, I definitely

was my father's son. I didn't understand what that had to do with everything because as far as I was concerned, neither my father, nor I had ever done anything to be referred to as untrustworthy. The only thing that she had against my dad was the fact that she had been forced to marry him because she got pregnant with me and my grandparents thought that it would be the best way to go ahead with the situation. That's not my fault and neither is it my father's fault. If she didn't want to marry him, she should have fought for her rights. Besides, I'm not even sure how true that was because I had spoken to my grandparents about it, and they had said that they hadn't exactly forced her, but they had just advised her against

raising me on her own because, at the time, she was really young. And my parents seemed to love each other so both my grandparents had suggested that they get married, but there was no pressure on them as such. And the other problem that my mother had with my dad was that he worked too much, I don't even think that's a real problem because, of course, he had to do it. My mom did not even work in the first few years of their marriage and only started working recently, around seven years ago. She was able to get that job just because one of her friends and her husband had started that company, otherwise, she wouldn't have even been able to find that job that she constantly

kept bragging about. Right now, she could say that she was an independent woman, but that was only because my dad had supported her from the beginning. So she had no right to tell me that she did not trust me because I was my father's son. I was really annoyed with her, so I told her that she was free to do whatever she wanted, but since she was not going to sign a contract, I wanted her out of the house then. She was about to say something, but before she could, I hung up and she tried to call me several times after that, but I'm just too annoyed to speak to her right now. In the past half an hour, she hasn't called again, but I know that she will. But I am only going to speak to her after I cool down. Update 3, my mother did not call me again after the last conversation

that we had, which I had mentioned in my last update. I kept waiting for her to call for the next two days, but she only called me today. I was kind of nervous because I didn't know what to expect, to be honest. On one hand, I really wanted her to sign off on the deal that I had suggested, that I had let her live in the house for six months until she's able to make other arrangements for herself, and in return, she doesn't contest the will. I thought I was being really fair, but after the last argument that we had, I didn't know if she was going to agree to it now. So when she called me up today, I tried to be as polite and civil as possible because this was not just about her, I had something to lose as well. I had been hoping for good news, but unfortunately, as soon as I

picked up the phone, she told me that she had made her decision and she had decided she was not going to sign any contract. Instead, she was definitely going to be contesting the will and she had even spoken to a lawyer regarding it as well. I was taken aback because that obviously meant that she was not going to be living in the house anymore since it belonged to me. And I told her that if she was going to contest it, it meant that she was no longer going to live in my house anymore. I thought that it would bring her back to her senses, but she just told me that I had no right to take her out because so far, the will hasn't even been approved as valid. And she had a point, but it also meant that she had no right to kick me out either since we are

in a bit of a gray area right now, so I told her that we were probably just going to have to all live together until the probate was over. Obviously that idea made her really uncomfortable and after a couple of seconds, she told me that she was going to find a place to live. but she was going to take her own sweet time because I had no right to tell her what to do. Once again, I told her that she was free to take as much time as she wanted, but I was going to move back in by the end of this week. Then, she started yelling at me and said that I was being a complete nuisance and she had done absolutely nothing to deserve this kind of harassment that I was putting her through.

I almost did a spit take at that point because my harassing her was the biggest joke of the century. Anyway, she just kept trying to yell at me, but I just hung up because I didn't think we had anything more to talk about. She has made her decision and I don't think I can influence it anymore, so I'm going to do whatever I think is the right thing to do. And she can't stop me either. And she just has a measly stupid boyfriend who is going through a divorce himself, so I don't think he's going to be any help to her, whereas I have the rest of my family and even my girlfriend and my friends on my side. In fact, I think I'm going to tell him the truth about my mother because I think I have held back for long enough. But now, since she has made up her mind I have decided

to be an inconvenience. I don't think that's the reason for me to keep this secret anymore. Update 4 I did it, I told my mom's boyfriend the truth about the situation with the house. I don't think he had any idea so far, I don't know how, since he was living with my mother and this is a pretty big deal to be hiding from your boyfriend. Besides, she was in touch with me and I'm sure he would have had questions about it, but I guess she's really good at hiding secrets and I shouldn't be surprised, since she hit her affair really well for a couple of years. It was not very difficult to find a way to contact him.

I just had to look him up on Facebook and once I had him, I sent him a message along with the proof. I also told him exactly why I was telling him the truth right now when I hadn't done so for the last couple of weeks since I was trying to negotiate with my mother, but she had made it very clear that she was not interested, so I felt like he had the right to know what the truth was. I sent that message two days back and today, I finally heard back from my mother. I was expecting some outburst of the sort, but I didn't think it would come so late. Anyway, she tried to call me in the morning, but just to frustrate her, I decided to block her.

Then, I proceeded to block her on social media as well. Eventually, with no other way to reach me, she decided to create a false email account and send me a message from that address. She told me that she hoped I was happy now since I had created a bunch of drama between her and her boyfriend for no reason, and he had decided to leave her and go back to his wife to try and work things out. And he was blaming her for the entire situation, which he's right about so I don't even understand what she's mad about. Anyway, it was a really long message about how she was going to make sure that I paid for this heavily and all I could think of was that she could bring it on. Truth be told, she doesn't scare me anymore, I've already lost whatever I had to lose,

and now, there's only one way to go and that's up. So I'm really looking forward to the court case. Update 5. Hi, guys. So I haven't updated you guys on what has been happening in my life for the past year and I think it's about time that I do so. Like I said, I was looking forward to the court case so my mother did actually end up contesting the will and the case went to court. My dad's lawyer and I decided to fight as hard as we could and long story short, after eight long months, we were finally able to get a verdict in our favor. The will was definitely valid and it was going to be upheld.

This happened two months ago and I am still really happy about it. She had to give up the house and we don't have any contact with her anymore, so I don't know what she's up to, but I'm glad that she got her karma. Even her own parents are not in touch with her anymore, so I'm pretty sure that she can't be leading a happy life right now. My neighbors told me that the day that she left, her boyfriend had come to help her out, so I'm guessing that maybe they are back together again because I'm pretty sure that no self-respecting woman would take back a man who had cheated. So I'm sure that that guy's wife had rejected him and he had to come crawling back to my mother to patch things up and my mother, being the person that she is, had gladly taken him back.

Honestly, I'm glad that they are back together because they deserve each other. I'm pretty sure my dad is there, smiling at me from heaven because I've proven myself to his son, resilient and strong and always standing for the right thing. I'm in college right now, about to start my second year. My grandparents are supporting me financially for now and they are going to do so. until I have a job so I'm very grateful for them. I know a lot of you want to know what is going on with my girlfriend. She is also in college and we meet on the weekends every time. We are even planning a short getaway, just the two of us, this weekend. So we are still going pretty strong and we

plan on taking this forward since we are pretty serious about each other. Right now, life is pretty peaceful and I'm very happy that I'm at this stage because getting here was the hard part. After this, everything else seems like a piece of cake. I hope you enjoy this story. Father's extramarital companion prohibited her child from visiting my grandparents due to their refusal to approve of her, and subsequently voiced her discontent during the evening meal about her offspring receiving unfavorable treatment. The family. So my, 20f, dad is with his affair partner, Laura. He and Lara have a kid, Lucy, 13F. Lucy was conceived after my my dad and Lara were already together a while, her birth wasn't the reason my parents split

in case anyone is wondering. But obviously my dad's family knew about the affair once my parents split, and they banned Lara from ever attending family events. To this day the only people on that side of the family that have met her are me and my one cousin who came to stay with me at my dad's for a few days one time. My grandparents told Dad they'd happily be active in Lucy's life, but it would have to be Dad that facilitated the relationship, meaning he'd have to bring her to see them alone. Lara said no. I guess she thought eventually she'd force herself into the family through Lucy, but all it did was mean no one ever met Lucy. My dad would take me to my grandparents or aunt's place without Laura and Lucy and that was just how it went. Well, it recently came up that

my grandparents were giving me money towards buying an apartment when I graduate, which set Lara off. She's always been bitter that my grandparents financed my schooling, but my dad paid for university. She's was passive aggressively grumbling at the dinner table that this is why she felt we could have asked them to pay for my university and that it would be nice if Lucy got to have grandparents but some people are petty and cruel. I looked at my dad like, are we really playing that game? But he didn't say anything. Then Lara turns to Lucy and goes you should know none of this is your fault. Life isn't fair and you got the short end of the stick with certain family members. So I just said, yeah, the short end of the stick family member is you, Laura.

Lucy could have had the same relationship with my grandparents that I do, but you were so selfish that you screwed your own kid out of that. Laura argued that no one who hated her could have a relationship with her daughter, so I was like, well, what are you mad about then? That your principals ended up sabotaging your kid? Maybe that's on you. At this point my dad was giving me a death stare, so I just went back to my food. Laura sent me a text later that night about how much she didn't appreciate me saying that in front of her child and that it was her prerogative how she managed that relationship.

She also said my dad's family are cruel and vindictive. I didn't reply and honestly the only reason I don't have her blocked is in case my dad is taken ill suddenly. But now my dad is saying it's caused issues at home because Lucy is finally grasping that Lara is the one who wouldn't allow her to have a relationship with dad's side and is now apparently pretty mad about it. He's saying the way I went at Lara was inappropriate in front of a child and that Lucy shouldn't have heard all that, but I think she only heard it because her mother was reeking reality. I didn't mean to cause an issue between Lucy and Lara, but honestly I do feel like Lara was asking for it by acting like an idiot in front of someone who knew the whole story.

Edit, just to clarify one. No, my dad's family didn't immediately forgive him. For a long time they only invited him to things if he brought me during his custody time. But time heals most things. They all still think he's a prick, but honestly I'm sure they thought that before. No, they haven't totally cut him out because we're just not that kind of family. But Laura was never family to start with, so it's way easier to never make her acquaintance than to cut out your blood relative that you've known for 40 years.

I think that's fairly obvious. Two, I am not mad that Laura set the boundary she did, and I'm not mad my parents got divorced. I got mad that Lara said a totally fair boundary that my dad went along with, not saying he's blameless, he's just not the one actively complaining, and then tried to pretend that the consequences of said boundary shouldn't have happened. If you don't want your kid around people who don't like you, understandable, why are you whining that they're not around for your kid? Update, I'm not sure anyone wanted an update, but I like to read post-up dates so thought I'd drop one. First thing that happened, Lara would not stop texting me. Not like constantly,

but once or twice a day about her feelings or demanding a response slash conversation. This middle-aged woman having a crash out via WhatsApp was not on my bingo card, but eventually I just had to tell her I don't want to block her because I do want to be there for my dad in an emergency, but I was going to if she didn't stop bothering me. More crash-out material. I called my dad and told him to get his household under control because this was getting crazy. I wasn't going to apologize to her and in my whole life I've never had as much contact with this woman as I had in the past week and I wouldn't allow it to continue. My dad was kind of getting

that it was an actual issue now and I pushed him a bit and the damn broke. So the wider context I was not aware of is that Lucy is only now putting the pieces together of how Dad and Lara got together. She vaguely knew about the affair but I guess she's finally getting what that means now that she's older and how much damage it did, and she's been asking a lot of hard questions about it and has been really down about it. That's probably why Lara was so triggered by the mention of my grandparents and in a rush to put her spin on it. But since the dinner Lucy has really been raking Lara over the coals for it apparently, because she knows my dad would have let her see the extended family were it not for Lara. My dad also shared that Lara basically feels like

she spent a large chunk of her life being punished for the affair and it's weighing on her because of how hard Lucy is taking it. Side note, a lot of people were rightly roasting my dad for the affair, but if the above should prove anything, it's how much he is definition of a cockroach. The way this man manages to get away with diabolical behavior relatively unscathed is shocking. The second thing that my dad said, and uncharacteristically admitted was a fuck up, was telling Lara that probably part of the reason no one ever eased up on meeting her was because they all knew I can't stand her. And I hold my hands up because I did a lot to bad-mouthing Lara back in the day to my grandparents and aunts because, well, I don't like her and when

you're a teenager you think that needs to be everyone's problem. I don't think this is as big a reason they still won't meet her as my dad probably made it seem, but he did admit he threw me under the bus for it ages ago and Lara has never forgotten she thinks me poisoning the well is the whole problem. So that's probably got a lot to do with her complaining at me specifically. My dad did acknowledge that it was a mistake to tell her what was said and while I wouldn't go around talking bad about Laura now, I don't feel bad about sharing my feelings with my family at the time. I did ask my dad if Lucy was going to be allowed contact with the grandparents but Lara is still saying no, but he said she's close to cracking just because of how much of a hard time Lucy is giving her,

so he's going to wait it out. In the meantime, I haven't heard from Laura in a couple of days now, which is what I mainly wanted from the situation. I'd quote else to put in this update, if anyone had any lingering questions feel free to ask, but if not, thanks for the advice. Comments where OP has replied, comment one, sounds like stepmom fucked around and found out. Honestly, don't bother anymore. It's not going to solve anything, just give her more ammunition. But if she continues bothering you, let Laura know that she's just feeling the consequences of her actions, and if she has an issue, provide her a box of tissue and say scramm not going to miss you. Goop. Unfortunately, if she keeps bothering me, I'm going to have to block her which just feels

like such a bad idea in case something ever happened to me, Dad. But hopefully she has realized I have no interest in being involved now. Why is OOP keeping her father and Lara and her life? OOP, Lara is not in my life. Prior to the dinner in the original post, I hadn't seen her in a year and a half, and I never speak to her if I can help it. My dad is in my life because despite his immeasurable selfishness, he's not all bad. He's tried his best to be a good dad and there's a lot of things I love and appreciate about him. He's not winning any parenting awards but he has always shown up for me, practically and emotionally, and I consider him a net positive addition to my life. Does Lucy own a phone? Can OOP block Lara, but keep open to Lucy?

OOP, she's 13 I'm sure she has a phone, I don't have the number though. TBH in an emergency I don't think it's appropriate for it to be a child's responsibility to inform family. But if I have to block Lara in the future I'll make you my dad adds me or one of my aunts as an emergency contact so we don't have to rely on Lara comment too. Where is your mom and all this? Is she in contact with your paternal family? Sorry, OOP. I feel bad for Lucy but Lara is a typical cheater entitled behavior. Oh, it's everybody's fault but mine. Oh, Oop, my mom is remarried and very happy, ha. She had some contact with my dad's family when I was younger from bringing me around, etc., but she hasn't stayed in touch since I was able to make my own plans, etc.

How is OOP's relationship with Lucy? Are they close? OOP, I don't have a relationship with her honestly. Big age gap, plus I was rarely at my dad's, can't stand her mother, etc. I don't live locally to them either. But even if I did have a relationship with her, I wouldn't sneak a meeting with my grandparents. I don't think that's appropriate at all. Laura is still the parent, I wouldn't go around undermining her decisions that wouldn't sit

right with me, even if I don't like her. Comment 3. Your dad is also kind of spineless though, isn't he? He could have put his foot down and demanded Lucy have a relationship with the extended family but he's Lara's little B, isn't he? OOP, he's not spineless as much as he is committed to doing whatever is best slash easiest for him. He doesn't want to spend the energy fighting with Lara over this because it doesn't benefit him. When he actually wants something, the spine shines up, let me tell you. Next story, teenage lifeguard at a city beach told me my two-year-old daughter needed to wear a top

and bandis from the beach for child Pano-Ruffy concerns, but when I called the city I learned they were just high school kids using the beach to party. Two weeks ago my kids, two-year-old daughter and three-year-old son, went hiking. We followed a path that went very deep into a forest and we came across a little beach type of place. It's really small and there were maybe 10 people there. From 8 a.m. to 2 p.m. there is a lifeguard, although he labels himself as security, there since it belongs to the city's regional parks and otherwise it is unsupervised. Obviously we had just come from hiking and I didn't have the kids swimsuits, so when they asked me if they could go into the water, I said that I'd see. When we got closer and I saw that it didn't go deeper than my two-year-old stomach

for a good six meters. I told myself I'd pull up my pants and go two to three meters in and watch the kids from there. So I agreed to let them in and told them to remove their shirts and pants, to only keep their undies and to jump in, which they gladly did. They were playing in the water for about three minutes when the lifeguard comes by and asks me if my daughter has a top. I told him quickly that this wasn't planned, that her swimsuit does have a top but that I didn't have it with me. He replied something about it not being a nudist or topless beach and that she needed a top, so that maybe I could put her shirt on. I wasn't entirely sure that he was kidding or not. I mean, he was really young looking, 16 to 18. And he was

dressed with baggy shorts and a long t-shirt, definitely not ready to jump in the water if someone drowns, and I don't know. I thought it might have been a joke. So I asked him really? He said, yes, really. So I got worked up and told him what does my daughter's chest have that my son doesn't. So he said, well, ah, you know, women have breasts. To which I replied, yes, women do, once they reach puberty, right now she's just a little girl with end pulse, everyone has end pulse, boy or girl. He looked at me and just said, okay, she cannot stay in the beach like that. At that point I was really pissed, probably to the point where I couldn't even watch them properly in the water, so I told them that we're going to get going. After a bit of but mommy I want to play we got dressed and going.

I didn't go back for a while since there is also another beach nearby, but further and much busier. But then we went hiking yesterday and the kids asked if we could stop by the beach. I mean, this time around I decided to plan ahead and to bring their swimwear, both have shorts and a T-shirt surf style, as well as mine. We got there, the kids had their swimwear on already and they just took off their shoes and socks and jumped into the beach. I was taking off my dress when the same lifeguard came by. He said that he had spoken to his manager and that we weren't allowed on the beach, that they take child pornography very seriously. Again, I thought he was kidding. Like, seriously, what the hell? So I told him you better be kidding. And he says, please

don't make me call for backup. Now, there were like five people at the beach, they were all staring and even the kids weren't even in the water and just wondering why Mommy was getting upset. My three-year-old even asked Mommy, do we have to go again? And it just made me feel really upset, and I asked him, in a calming voice, can I please have the number of your manager and his name? He said he didn't have it on him and I told him that I'd go ahead and wait while he called him. So I got undressed and went into the water to watch the kids. What he ended up doing was to call the other security people, three who were also 16 to 18 looking obviously summer jobs,

and they told me that I had to leave or that they would have to escort me out of the park. My kiddos didn't need that type of stress, I didn't want to argue, so I politely asked for the manager's number again, and one of the guys said I am the manager, and I just asked you to leave. So we got dressed and we left. Today, 24 hours later, I am definitely upset. We are in July, it's nice outside, that beach is at 25 minutes from outhouse, it's not busy and yet, I cannot go there for really stupid reasons.

I feel like I cannot reason with them and accept writing to the newspaper or some type of media. I have no other idea what to do. My husband says to just go there after 2 p.m., and we have gone as a family later at night where no one is around, but I think it's completely unfair that we just can't go whenever we please. Has anyone been in this situation that could offer any advice? Should I just let it go and go to the other beach that is 60 minutes away or try to reason with someone? I obviously don't think I've done anything wrong that got me and the kids banned. I just feel like I pissed off the lifeguard and that he's just getting back at me.

Comments where Op has replied, comment one, I'd call the beach and ask to speak to the manager, and if you get the 16-year-old kid, move up the chain. I'm sure that an 18-year-old is not in charge of the beach. Boop, that's what I think too. I mean at a certain point there has to be someone else? It's a beach that is inside of a national park. If I look on their website there is no contact information, so. Are they hired by the city?

I've been going there for a long time now and never ever came across lifeguards and security, but I've also never had found that beach. Comment 2. Start by calling the National Park Information Line and ask to be put in touch with whoever's responsible for their lifeguards or beaches. Edit 1. Kids are napping and I decided to contact the city's council since I really can't find the number of the park's direction. I'm on hold. Edit 2. Okay, I called.

I got transferred to this sweet lady who took my call very seriously and who was super professional about it. She was in total disbelieve and just couldn't believe that they would have asked a mom and her two kids to leave because of that. She asked me over and over if I had any alcohol with me, if my daughter was 20, not two, and if I was topless myself. She also kept apologizing and said, I'm so sorry, this is just crazy, I don't see why it wouldn't be allowed and I don't see why you'd lie. She put me on hold for a good 10 minutes and when she came back she apologized for what had happened. She says that if everything did indeed happen like I say it did, they obviously want to question the security guards about it. That there was absolutely no reason for me to leave.

She said that the security guards are actually volunteers who are required by school to volunteer and that they don't actually have any power of asking people to leave or to dress up, so that if I wanted to I could just go back and give them their number, the city's number, or to contact the local police and ask them to send an officer over non-urgently and not to be bothered by them. She gave me the case number two in case I needed and she promised that she'd call me back to update me after they get a hold of the lifeguards and tell me what was going to happen. She ended the conversation by saying that she was a grandmother of a four-year-old who goes to Beach Topless and never thought of it as offensive. You guys are great,

by the way. However, I do wish to say that I don't plan on hurting, harming, fighting, yelling and doing any other type of damage to anyone, especially not teenagers. I also don't really plan on suing them or harass them. So while your advice is really appreciated, those are things I just will not do. Update, the lady called back about an hour ago, we actually spoke for a while. She started by saying how the whole team who worked with her got really upset and concerned about the whole story. She said that there are not a lot of young couples and families in the city and that they've really been trying to attract younger families and to hear something like that happening is just counterproductive. So she apologized again and said they did

some quick investigation and found some quite interesting things. Happens that one of her colleagues has a teenager son who knows these guys who went to volunteer at the National Park. They go to high school together and as part of a class, they have to complete 24 hours of volunteer work. Apparently when the mother questioned her son about their volunteering at the beach, He said they don't really volunteer there, they mostly host parties and call it volunteering. Most of 10th graders meet there to drink and smoke. Apparently he had just not told him mom because he didn't think they were harming anyone. And I mean, let's not forget it, the kid is 16, I probably wouldn't have called them out

either. I would think it's just something silly. So, they sent two people who works for the town to check it out at around 1.30 p.m. yesterday and what they saw was crazy. there was about 15 teenagers there, all drinking, some smoking, some topless, who apparently said they were tanning, and lots of free dogs, which isn't allowed on the whole site. She even added that there was a guy who refused to come out of the water with his girlfriend because they were both naked. It must have been a mess. The lady was telling me that on the

phone and I was laughing and she was like, yeah, we laughed too. No shit they didn't want us there. It was their private little beach of drinking, smoking, and smoking, and I was laughing. and fucking. And like I was super curious, and almost got to be friends with the lady, I asked her, okay, what did the two people do? Well, there is only one way to get into the beach, by a little trail after a hike, and there is only one way out. By the famous little trail. So the two town workers sat on the trail, blocking the way and called the cops. The cops came with alcohol tests, asked to see IDs, called parents to come and get their kids at the park's entrance, and apparently gave them tickets for being underage and drinking.

The lady also said they are in process of contacting the school to let them know how their volunteering experience worked out and how they were not dedicated to their lifeguard activities. Well, that explains a lot. They just didn't want us around. And since they have time to see us coming before we get to see them, they probably also had time to hide booze and get dressed. Although maybe it was still too early for them when we went,

10-ish-11-ish. The lady reassured me that they were going to request these volunteers to give me an apology and that today there is already a new volunteer, that she has been told about me and the kiddos and that she cannot wait to meet us. I honestly couldn't be happier. I'm actually typing this and then getting ready to go since it's such a nice day here today. Edit, we went to the beach. The new volunteer is a really sweet teenager named Jessica. She happens to want to be a veterinarian and spent the whole time watching the kids with me and talking about pets. I hope you enjoy this story. My sibling from another marriage organized a celebration for my birthday featuring her preferred items that I dislike and exclusively invited her acquaintances. I chuckled in my mother's direction

upon hearing this and withdrew. Contact forever. A little background, my mom and dad separated when I was six and each went their separate ways. Of course, they had joint custody of me, but they They both started new families. When I was nine, my mom married a man, let's call him Robert, who already had a daughter, let's call her Kira, who was two years older than me. My dad got engaged when I was eight to a wonderful woman, let's call her Layla, who he married when I was 12. My relationship with Layla is beautiful, she has truly been a mother to me, she basically

helped my dad raise me, she takes an interest in my life, she comfort me, she advise me, We have common interests and we do many activities together. She and I recently talked about the possibility of having her legally adopt me as soon as I come of age. Doing so now would be a bit messy legally because of my parents' joint custody, because, for me, she is my real mother and I want it to be official. My relationship with my bio mother, on the other hand, is almost non-existent. Even though I was forced to spend specific days with her, we never managed to bond because

she spent all her time giving attention and affection to Kira. who already have her own mother. Even when she tried to involve me in some activity, she always included Kira and we had to do only what Kira liked. At a certain point I started to decline her invitations and often asked if I could avoid going to her on the set days because I was almost always ignored or left aside and I preferred to stay at home with my father and Lela.

My father always tried to understand me, but he also had to honor the rules set by the judge. When I got more mature, he admitted that he was afraid that my mother might make some mean move in court if he agreed to not let me go to her on the appointed days. Yeah, this is something my mother would do. After knowing this, I understood my father's reasons and I absolutely don't want to put him in trouble, so I didn't make such requests anymore and I respected my schedule. Now let's get to the point. In two weeks I will finally turn 18. I was lucky because my birthday falls on the days I have to stay with my dad, so he, Layla and I started

planning my birthday a month ago. It will be nothing too crazy, just a party with family and friends at my favorite pizza place. A casual night where I just want to have fun with the people I care about and do what I like. The place also has karaoke and I love singing. Of course, after booking and setting everything up we send out the invitations and this extended to my mother as well. Honestly, I didn't really want her there, but then I thought that this would actually be the last time I was forced to be involved with her because, once I turn 18, I won't be forced to follow the judge's rules anymore. So we sent out the invitations two days ago and we already had almost all the answers, so we could organize the precise number to send to the pizza place. The only thing

missing was my mother who saw the text and did not respond. I told my father that I would not insist and if she did not respond, then it meant she did not want to come and I was fine with that. I think my father was also a little relieved by the idea, even if he didn't say it openly, but I could see it on his face. Anyway, the drama started this afternoon. My mother called me, very angry, accusing me of being childish and that I shouldn't have planned anything without telling her first. This left me a little confused and I reminded her that I always planned all my birthdays with

Dad and Layla, most of the time she didn't even remember, so complaining now was quite hypocritical. This make her even angrier and started attacking me because Kira had been crying ever since I sent the invitation to my mother because she had already planned a whole birthday party for me. And I was really speechless because the relationship between me and Kira is zero. She is the classic spoiled brat who always wants to be the center of attention and my mother has always supported this behavior of hers, making it worse, and clearly she and I have never gotten along. I just didn't understand why the hell Kira wanted to organize a birthday party for me. I just didn't it didn't make sense. I asked her why she did it and especially why she did it without telling

me. I mean, she didn't really think I wouldn't make any plans for my 18th birthday, right? It was ridiculous. My mother said it was supposed to be a surprise, and since I didn't tell her about my plans, she thought I didn't want to do anything for my birthday. And I mean, she could have asked, no, no. But here comes the worst part and, I admit. the one that made me lose my cool. My mother started listing all the things Kira had prepared for my party, maybe to rub in my face what I would have missed, and they were all Kira's favorite activities. Things that I didn't like. She had booked a fish restaurant for lunch and I don't eat fish. Not because of some whim but because it make me feel sick, just smelling fish makes

me feel nauseous. I'm not allergic, I had it checked, my body simply rejects it. She also booked an afternoon activity at a ranch near the city where my mother now live where you can ride horses and, well, I don't like it. I have nothing against horses in particular, but the idea of riding one or getting really close to an animal that big scares me. Then she thought about going back to my mom's house for a backyard barbecue for dinner and I just don't want to do that because I don't want to spend more time with my mom than I have to. My mother also said they had already sent out invitations to everyone and at that point I was really speechless, but I had to ask her who she had sent them to because my friends, my dad and his family hadn't received anything.

It turns out that at the party was mostly invited to Robert's family, my mom's family and Kira's friends. I mean, it was basically a party organized by Kira for herself but under the pretext that it was for my birthday. So, I didn't hold back anymore. I laughed in my mother's face and hung up the phone. It was all too ridiculous. to be true, come on. My dad came to me a little while ago, saying that my mom called him mad because I laughed in her face when she told me about the party they had organized for me and he was very upset about it. He was starting to say that, despite all the feelings I had for my mom, they were trying to do a nicer thing for once but I stopped him right away and explained

in details how the party had been organized, a detail that my mom apparently left out with him. His expression changed quickly. He just said, I'm going to make a phone call and I'd been hearing him yelling at my mother for at least 20 minutes by now. Lela came to me after learning about the situation and said that as much as she could relate to me, I was a little rude to laugh in my mother's face and hang up without explaining. For her, I should have spoken out like an adult despite my feelings and sort things out in a civil and mature way. She wasn't angry, just a bit disappointed about how I acted. As soon as she left, I thought about my actions and maybe I was a little hasty, but I don't think talking to my mom about it would have helped honestly.

But maybe I could have handled it better? I'm starting to think I was a bit of an asshole in that moment. Update, November 29th, 2024. Okay, I didn't think my post would get all this attention, veiled. But, thank you all for the good wishes and words of comfort. I read all your comments and decided to follow some advice. First of all, I talked to Layla about my reaction to my mother. Layla raised me on the importance of communication and always pushing me to talk about my problems so I could solve them. So I see where her comment about my behavior came from and I understand it. But I also gave her my point of view, telling her that the situation my mother was explaining was too absurd and laughing is the only natural instinct that came to me. While my mother

was talking at some point I thought is it a joke? Or some sort of bad prank? Is she making this all up? Because her bullshits was absolutely ridiculous. Lela said she understood me, and as many of you have told me, she just wanted me to understand that there will be situations in my life where I can't just laugh and hang up the phone and she was just worried about my reaction. Anyway, we managed to clear the matter between us and I'm happy. I also talked to my dad about the phone call he had with my mom. Apparently, my mom had an excuse for everything. She said that Kira just wanted to do a nice sisterly gesture on my big day, that she wanted to share her hobby, riding horses. With me and that she never thought my fish problem was a real problem but just a whim and the restaurant they had

booked it made the best fish around. And that last one is a lie because, when I was little, I threw up a couple of times in front of my mom just because we went somewhere that smelled strongly of fish so she know very well it's a real issue for me. My dad retorted that nothing they had prepared had been done for me, that Kira had clearly planned the party for herself, and what kind of party was it for me if none of my important people were there? My mother didn't respond to this, she just started ranting that I was ungrateful and spoiled so my father told her to go to hell and hung up the phone.

After hearing this, I decided to follow another piece of advice you gave me and wrote a message to my mother. This time I decided to be mature and wrote the message in the most polite way possible. I apologized for laughing but what she was saying was too ridiculous so it was the only possible reaction from my side. I reminded her that she never put any effort into building a relationship with me, that she doesn't know me at all and has never cared about getting to know me and since the birthday party Kira organized only had things that Kira liked, they could enjoy it together with

their family and friends. I also told her that her invitation to my pizza party was withdrawn and she shouldn't bother showing up since she had already made it clear with the last phone call what her priority were and now I was going to do it too, and she was absolutely not on my priority list. I already have Layla as a mother and I can't be more happy with her. I concluded by wishing her well with her new family and asked her not to contact me again. She read the message but didn't respond and I'm fine with that. If she were to respond, I'm sure it would just be more complaints about me being ungrateful

and spoiled. Because I know that talking to her is useless, she would not understand or pretend not to understand, but clarifying things once and for all has put an end to our situation. At least on my side I had a sort of closure and I thank you all for that. I probably would have given up an ended contact with her after my 18th without said anything, but your comments helped me understand that a firm end was necessary. For those who asked how my mom could throw me a surprise party when I wasn't with her, my dad asked her the same question, along with asking her how she could think he wouldn't throw me an 18th birthday party. My dad took it a bit personally, L.O.L. And she said they had planned for

Robert to come get me the morning of my birthday, explain the situation to dad and Lela and then take me to Mom's house under some pretense. Honestly, I don't know how it would have worked. I would have flat out refused to go to my mothers if it wasn't our set days, no matter what excuse they would have made up, and most of all I would never have left Lela and dad to go to moms on my 18th birthday. It would have been one thing if my mother and I had a good relationship. but that was definitely not the case. In all of this, the only person I don't feel like blaming is Robert. We never had a close relationship,

but he was always polite to me when we lived under the same roof. He even cleared out his studies so I could have a permanent room in his house when I went to my mothers. We didn't develop any stepdaughter-stepfather bond, but he always tried to be kind to me so I don't blame him for any of this. It's likely that he really thinks the party is for me, we don't know each other well enough for him to know my tastes unless my mother told him, which I highly doubt she did.

Luckily, I didn't leave anything of mine at my mother's house either. All my things are here at my father's house permanently. Usually, I would pack my suitcase when I went to my mothers with the things I needed for those days and then bring them back when I went back to my father's. I never felt safe leaving anything to her because Robert's family and Kira's friends came over often and I didn't want to leave anything of mine out in the open to strangers. Well, that's it for now. I hope my mom respects my wish to go no contact and doesn't bother me anymore after that. I'd also like to bring up the adoption conversation with Layla after the

holidays. She seemed really happy when we first talked about it. Thanks again everyone for your kind words and advice. Your insights have helped me better manage the situation. I can understand that I'm still a little immature but I feel that this experience has helped me grow a little more and see the issue from other points of view. All the best for you, guys. Comments where Op has replied, commenter one. Op, I would send a polite message to Robert as a courtesy to thank him for his kindness and consideration over the years. Then wish him best of luck, implying a permanent goodbye. Oop, I thought about it, but I don't have his number. We never felt the need to stay in touch as our interactions were mostly casual chit-chat and good morning-morning

slash goodbye. I don't have Kira's number either, so I think Robert and I already said goodbye for good the last time I left my mother's house. Commenter two. Do you have any sort of relationship with your birthgivers family and if so what do they think about your birth givers treatment of you? I think you handled this situation perfectly far more maturely than your egg donor. Oop, I don't really have much contact with my mother's family. They are just three people, my grandmother, my aunt, and my uncle. My uncle lives a few hours away from here with his family and I've seen him very few times during the holidays I spent with my mother and our interactions were very brief and distant. With my aunt and my grandmother I only have a cordial relationship.

We exchange holiday greetings by text. A few times they've sent me gifts for my birthday, always money loaded onto my father's card, but that's it. Even the few times I've met them we had casual conversations about how each other's lives were going, but nothing more. In fact, I haven't invited any of them to my 18th and they haven't texted me anything since the drama with my mother happened. So I think they just don't care that much. Commenter 3. You handled this situation with maturity and clarity, setting firm boundaries. Layla seems like an amazing support in your life, wishing you the best moving forward. Next story, Dad said he won't come to my wedding, unless I invite his wife who's been mean to me for 20 years.

So I told him fine and had the perfect wedding without him. For some backstory, I, F-24, have a rough relationship with my dad's M-43, wife, Ellie, F-41. They got together in 2006, married in 2011, and have had two children since then. Ellie has never liked me. I was introduced to her when I was seven and things were instantly sour. She was mean, snarky, and had no interest in me whatsoever. Now, as an adult, I can tolerate her behavior, which has gotten significantly worse as I've grown up and began to talk back. The issue lies with the fact that my dad has always allowed it.

I'm a grown woman and can handle myself now, as I've been doing for years, but when I was a child, he had nothing to say about her borderline abusive behavior and will find ways to change the subject slash excuse it whenever it's brought up. This has significantly damaged our relationship, and we're low contact as of now. So, I'm getting married in November this year to James M25. We've been together for 11 years. Ellie is insistent that she will be there. She will not.

I have made this clear since we got engaged in November 2023. My dad is invited, but I made it plainly clear last year that she wasn't welcome as a result of her behavior, attitude, and treatment of the both of us. It's worth mentioning here that James also doesn't want to eat present as she is discriminatory. James is trans, F-T-M, and Ellie will dead name him, make comments about it all, and is overall hateful. He is also defensive of me given that he has been with me for the majority of Ellie's treatment. So, my dad met with me last week and told me that if Ellie wasn't present at my wedding, he wouldn't be either.

I honestly expected something like this to happen, so I said that it was fine. He was confused and asked me to elaborate, so I explained that he didn't have to attend. But it meant that I would never speak to him again, that I had dealt with him choosing Ellie over me for almost 20 years and that my wedding, of his first and only daughter, being a subject of debate was the final straw. He said nothing for a moment afterwards and then got up and left. Ellie has been blowing up my phone with explicit texts, but it's been radio silence from my dad since our chat. As I said, I've dealt with Ellie's treatment, and by extension, my dad's silence for almost two decades. My wedding feels like a good place to finally end this all, to start over.

I don't see a way to fix this, or our relationship, as long as he's with Ellie. Ida for telling my dad I don't care if he's present at my wedding? Edit, just to say, thank you so much for the responses. I didn't expect this at all. All of the advice, guidance, and kind words are amazing. I'm struggling to respond to everybody but just know I'm reading every comment. Also, thank you for all the well wishes for the wedding. Thank you, truly.

Comments where Op has replied, commenter, NTA, there's been no effort of apology or reconciliation. It's strange that Ellie would even want to be at the wedding anyway. Boop, she can't handle that my dad will be somewhere she isn't. It's a habit of hers, to take him away from my special events. To another commenter, she doesn't truly want to be there, she just doesn't like that I told her no, and that my dad had an invitation so he would be where she wasn't. She has a habit of breaking boundaries and finding ways to get under my skin,

so her being at my wedding after I objected would have been another I had my way and you had to suck it up moment for her. That's why I'm finally putting my foot down, no matter what it takes, amidst other reasons. Commenter, what do both Ellie and your dad have to say in regards to the reasons for you choosing not to invite Ellie because of her abusive treatment towards you? Oop, Ellie is making a song and a dance of it. She knows she's vile towards me but will deny it to people we don't know and claim we have a strained relationship.

She's told me I'm attempting to divide her and my dad by saying one can attend but the other can't and giving my dad ultimatums to hurt him. My dad has never been able to acknowledge her treatment and will find ways to change the subject so he's claiming that by denying Ellie a place at my wedding, I'm starting unnecessary drama and causing a scene. I've reiterated that I don't want her there because of, see above, but he's saying that I'm only doing this to get back at him.

Commenter, so has your dad ever directly acknowledged anything you've pointed out about her behavior towards you? When you confront Ellie directly, does she acknowledge what you have to say about her behavior? If they try to smear you online, I say put them on blast and publicly list what she's done. Maybe threaten them with that if they continue. Oop, to a degree. I have said the word she treats me like shit. To him and he has said you're blowing it out of proportion. My take is that he knows exactly what she says and does, he's been present for most of her

behavior, but he dumps it down out loud for her sake, to defend her, if that makes sense. He's a I established that long ago. Update, November 12, 2024. Firstly, thank you all so very much. The overwhelming amount of advice, support, feedback and kind words meant more than you could ever know. So, my wedding was just over a week ago, and it was absolutely perfect. It was me and James surrounded by the people we love and the ones who love us most.

Neither my dad or Ellie were there. following our last talk where I told him I didn't care if he was present, it was complete silence from him for just over a month. I took my dad's silence as his mind made up, and I actually felt at ease with it, which was another huge wake-up call. He finally messaged me in October and asked to talk over the phone. I told James and he said to do it and use the opportunity to make my final choice on the matter, and set it in stone. So we spoke. He asked that I allow Ellie at the wedding, I said no. He said that he wouldn't come if she wasn't there. I said I didn't care. We went back and forth for a little bit, mostly just repeating ourselves, until he basically

said, is this really the hill you want to die on? I said yes, told him that he had a week to give me a simple yes or no as to whether he would be there, and hung up. He messaged me a couple of days later with a long paragraph about how I was giving him ultimatums, making him choose, holding on to the past, petty and disrespectful, etc., and something snapped. I said that he had more than enough chances to attempt to make things right, but that I was done, and blocked him. On the day of my wedding, I tried not to think about it and it was honestly easier than I thought, to the point I didn't realize he wasn't there until midway through the ceremony. I was hearing from mutual friends and family that my dad has been pretty silent on the whole thing. Other members of my

family slash close friends were present at the wedding and asked why my dad was. wasn't there, and I just told them it was a story for another day, not something I wanted to get into on my wedding. Honestly, this entire situation is just draining. I've known for a long time that it would end in flames at some point or another, and I'm not entirely sure why I held out that little bit of hope for so long. I genuinely feel at peace for the first time in years, and relieved that I no longer have to deal with him or Ellie.

I'm in bed with my now husband writing this post, and feeling better than ever. I've realized I gave him too much of my time and patience when he didn't deserve it. This toxic chapter of my life is done. I'm more in love with my childhood sweetheart than I thought was possible and can't stop grinning at the fact I get to call him my husband. Again, thank you so very much for of the responses. You're all a lot wiser than I am. Have a great day, everyone.

Additional info, OOP clarifies. Her half-siblings, they're both young, I was out of the house as much as I could as they were growing up and left as soon as I turned 18 so I can't imagine they have much recollection of me being about. I hope you enjoy this story. Discovered my spouse in a compromising situation with a lesser-known performer, so I exposed the covert footage she captured. Presently, she is incarcerated for unlawfully recording him, and he is taking legal action

against her for ruining his career. Hey guys. So I'm going through a pretty shitty situation with my wife and I honestly can't figure out how to proceed. So I decided to come and ask for help seeing as the regulars here have been trained by hundreds of stories somewhat similar to mine. So, my wife and I are both 36 years old and we've been married for exactly eight years now. The whole situation sucks even more because our anniversary was two weeks ago. Anyway, the only background you really need to know is that we don't have any children and we've always been big fans of TV and movies. It might sound boring, but she doesn't really have any major hobbies beyond that.

And I used a game but kind of fell out of love with it as I grew older. So, and this is important, there's a show that airs that I kind of like and that my wife loves. I don't want to say too much to identify it, but it's about to head to a fourth season and it's it's pretty popular. A particular actor in the show has always caught my wife's eye, and it can be a very annoying thing to experience because I've dealt with women who obsess over attractive celebrities. It can be tiring. You can be right there in the room and they'll start gushing about him. But you know if you did the same thing over some supermodel, she wouldn't speak to you for a week. Double standards. Anyway, this actor, let's call him Nolan so I don't

need to give too much away, I'm trying not to find myself in any trouble if I might be susceptible to that. He's not popular. If you watch the show in question, you'll know his face, but most people have never seen him in anything else, so he's far from an A-list actor like Willem Defoe or DiCaprio. It's hard to even claim he's B-list because his only well-known production is one TV show. Sure, his filmography page has several other movies and shows, but none of them were. forever popular, and as something of a cinephile, I feel I'm in a good spot to make that claim. So yeah, I'm going to call him a C-lister, and that's not out of spite for what eventually goes down.

So, let me take you all back to a conversation I've had with my wife, once in a full, and been reminded of several other times. She saw the guy on the TV and said a bunch of nonsense about how he's so handsome, his body is so hot, his voice is so sexy, and on and on. Then, out of nowhere, she says, I want him to be my hall pass. I was very confused by this, so I asked her to clarify what a hall pass is, because those only fit into a high school context in my mind, so it didn't make sense. Well, I bet that a lot of you know, but for those of you who don't, a hall pass is a stupid slang term for the one person that someone in a committed relationship can sleep with without

it being considered as cheating. When she said this, I remember I audibly scoffed and told her how stupid it was that she'd even say something like that to me. It devolved into a whole argument that night, but before I slept, I realized that it was basically impossible that she'd ever get the chance to sleep with Nolan. It was mainly the disrespect of saying that you still desire outsiders sexually that got to me. If you feel that much lust toward someone, fine, but to admit it to your husband is crazy. Honestly, for the next couple of days, I was still reeling from the disrespect, and I even wanted to come up with some mega haughty to claim as my hall pass in front of her, but it just seemed childish. I decided to be a mature adult at that moment, and I spoke to her at length about how disrespected I felt with the hall pass comment and her thirsting over him, generally speaking.

She apologized, though it didn't really seem like she understood why, and we left it at that. Over the next few months, maybe six or seven months, she slipped up at least five times. Watching the show or seeing him on social media, and she'd make stupid comments pertaining to how dropped dead gorgeous Nolan was. The first two times I told her off, but after that, I gave up because I was tired of having uncomfortable conversations. However, it just made me wonder why not doing things that disrespect me was so hard for her. I've slipped up before on things she's been vocal about that she doesn't like, but I've never repeated the offense more than once. So, obviously, over the months,

Nolan became more of a sore spot for me. I started to get pissed off every time I'd see his face in the show. Again, though, he was just a face on a screen, so there was really nothing to about, right? Wrong. A convention was coming to the city next to us, and thanks to Nolan's Instagram page, my wife found out that he was going to be doing a meat and Greek thing there. She didn't consult me on her going, but instead informed me that she was going to, and spent the two weeks leading up to it gushing non-stop. At that point, I really loved her, but the obsession was irritating me deeply. In fact, at a point, I got so frustrated, that I blurted out, I really don't think it's a good idea for you to go if you're going to act

obsessed like this. She just shot me a horrible look, but I decided to insist, and I said, I really don't think you should go. It's a city over and you didn't even consult me before making a decision, she said nothing, and just left the room, and honestly, I was happy to have gotten it out of my system that I let it go. I assumed that she had gotten a point. Well, until the day of the actual meet and greet when I saw her wheeling her suitcase to the door. I asked her where she was going and she told me to the other city for the meet and greet. I think my mouth dropped open because I really didn't think she was going to go through with it. My rides on the way. I'm going with Susie, a friend of hers who had twice been unfaithful to her husband,

though the poor chap had no idea and were going to stay the night there in a hotel, so I don't need to come back at night. I'll be back tomorrow morning. To say I was enraged would be an understatement because this whole situation was really touching a sensitive area for me. But I decided I'd let her go and we'd deal with the aftermath of the whole thing after. In retrospect, that was a bad idea, but it's not like I was going to physically restrain her, so I guess I had no choice. I should have tried harder to stop her from going, but I guess if I did, I wouldn't know what I know now. So, the entire day went by with basically no communication for my wife beyond her sending a dry text letting me know when she got to the bus station and when she arrived in the other

city, and then she basically went dark. Until the next morning. I swear, I called at least seven times at intervals but got nothing from her, which was incredibly stressful. We were not on good terms, but it doesn't change the fact that I thought she could have been in some kind of danger in a city she wasn't entirely familiar with. I ended up turning into an Instagram stalker. I kept checking the stories of the convention and Nolan, hoping to catch a glimpse of my wife, and among about 34 stories that were posted in total, I finally saw her in one. So I knew she got to the convention safely. It helped put me to rest a bit, but I was still pretty pissed. Seven missed calls, and she didn't have the decency to return one of them.

It would just be added to the list of issues we had when she got back. Anyway, as promised, the next morning, I was woken up by the sound of the door to our house closing. My wife had gotten back from her trip, and as much as all I wanted to do in that moment was go back to sleep, there was a discussion that needed to be had. She came upstairs and found me sitting on the bed. I remember her pulling a really awkward smile as she went to push her suitcase into the corner. How was the meet and greet? Did you meet Nolan?

I tried to say that with as little edge as possible but I'm certain some came out. Um, the meet and greet was nice. Yes, I did meet him, along with a few others from the show. It was nice to see these people in real life. I'm glad you got to experience that. Now, we need to before I was able to get out the rest of the sentence. She jumped in, tears welling in her eyes already. I know, baby.

I'm so sorry. I should have asked if you were fine with me going instead of just choosing to go on my own. That wasn't fair at all. And I was annoyed with how things went earlier on, which was why I didn't pick your calls. But I'm so sorry. The calls at night, Susie, and I went to a bar and I left my phone behind, so I didn't know you called. To be honest, I was disarmed by her apologizing because that was extremely unlike her.

So while it was supposed to make me feel a lot better, something just felt off about it. But I decided that I'd do the thinking later. I asked her if I could see some of the pictures that she took, and she obliged happily. Now, it was at this point that I noticed a red flag. She angled the phone away from my face as she was looking for pictures. It was subtle, but I'm sure it was intentional. Only after opening a picture did she let me see the pictures she took, including some smiling beside Nolan,

though she was the one holding her phone and swiping through them. If you have a Samsung Galaxy phone, you'll know that when you're in the gallery and scrolling through images, there's a little bar at the bottom of the screen that contains thumbnails of all the photos and videos in that folder. I saw something there. I was tiny, but it looked like a large swath of skin tone, like some section of a naked body. I don't think she took that into account when she was showing me the photos, and again,

I really couldn't say with any certainty what I was looking at. It came chronologically after the convention events, though. That much was clear. I let her keep showing me the images until she was through, and I made the expected comments about Nolan being good-lawful. how I was glad she had met her favorite and a lot of other jazz. But I knew what I needed to do as I was saying all of this. So once I was done and she was done, I encouraged her to go and take a shower to freshen up and she agreed to do so with a big smile.

Once I heard the water start running, I grabbed her phone right away and went to her gallery. There was one video as the very last piece of media in her gallery and I played it right away. It started off in a dimly lit room, it looked like a hotel room with soft, warm lights, and there was someone close to the camera. I could hear voices, but I couldn't turn up the volume because I didn't want her to hear. But the person near the camera seemed to be propping it up and once they got it stable, they moved away from it. It was my wife. She was naked. She went to lie down on the bed, and it seemed she was waiting for something.

Suddenly, the voices I could hear got a bit clearer as it seemed someone else emerged from the bathroom. The person was naked too, and I didn't even need to see the face clearly to see that it was Nolan. He moved towards my wife and climbed onto the bed. The video was 11 minutes long, and I had to stop there, I couldn't watch anymore. I quickly sent the video over to my phone, cleared any evidence from hers, and I left the house. I didn't know where I was going, but my head was swirling and my heart was pounding. I think I walked for like 20 minutes before I decided it was time to watch the video I had taken off her phone. Watching it in full was horrible for me.

Is there really anything worse than watching your wife get pounded by some actor that you've started to hate because she likes him so much? Why did she actually get the chance? Did she throw herself at him? Did he actually like her? What was going on? Honestly, it was giving me a headache and I felt so broken. There was nothing I could have done different, and I recognized that much. I didn't have much in my head as to what I was going to do next, but I know I have to divorce her.

That much, a fool could tell you. See, being cheated on feels like shit, but it literally could have been anyone else in the world and it wouldn't have hurt this much. That's when I knew I would have to get back at her, and I'd have to have to get back at her, and I'd have to make it hurt. So, I eventually headed back home, told her that I had to go for a walk because I was feeling nauseous, and then I did my best to continue to act normal. It's been a full week since I found this out and she's been exceptionally bubbly. Every time she smiles at her phone, I don't know if she's busy chatting with Nolan or something. I've become so paranoid and I'm tired of feeling like this. I need to make her hurt as much as I hurt right now and that's where I need

help because I'm blank on exactly what I can do. I'd love to hear what devious plans I can come up with that I can realistically deploy. Honestly, any suggestions are welcome. Update 1, hey everyone. It's been a few weeks since my last post, but I've got quite a few updates for you on how things have been going down. I read through pretty much every comment on my original post and I have to say, thank you to everyone for really helping me out. My mind felt like, it was in a bog but I was able to find some clarity, so I'll let you know how things went down. The first thing that I did was to call up a divorce lawyer. I had a close friend who went through a messy divorce but managed to get a pretty good hand dealt to him in the end, so he referred

me to his lawyer from back then. We started to get to work. The next thing I did was call up Susie, my wife's very close friend. I asked her to let us meet up, and she agreed to that, so we met at a bar. Now, Susie is loose, let me put it like that. Part of me was tempted to get with her to destroy my wife's friendship with her, but it wasn't the time, if it would ever be. But the whole point of meeting up with her was that if anyone knew anything about what had gone down between my wife and Nolan, that Sealist actor she slept with, it would be Susie. Susie is a drinker, so as long as there are shots being paid for by someone else, it's easy to get her mouth running. We had some drinks and shots, she had a lot more than me, and engaged in a bit of small talk.

Before we got to the point where she was wasted, I told her I was planning to surprise my wife with a designer bag, and I asked her what she would recommend. She yapped on and on about Chanel and Hermes and I remember none of the details because that was just meant to be what she would remember. Now, once I noticed that she was really under the influence, I struck. So, Susie, my wife told me everything. I know that she slept with Nolan, that actor. Through her haze, her eyes widened for a second before she went back to normal. How did that happen? I'm just curious and she refused to tell me.

She took another drink, swaying in her seat, before letting me know how my wife had been excessively flirty with Nolan and had passed him a paper with her number on it. My wife is attractive, and as much as I hate her right now, I can admit that. Apparently, she had waited until much later and Nolan had actually sent her a text that was simply a hotel and a room number. More famous actors probably wouldn't have done something so stupid, but he's not a huge player in Hollywood. So, what about the tape? Did he know she made that? That was a suspicion of mine. Nolan might not have known my wife took a video, and if he didn't, that had a lot of potential.

A lot. Again, Susie seemed a little shocked that I knew so much, probably surprised that my wife actually came clean. But yep, she confirmed to me that my wife had taken it secretly. She also let me know that she had watched it, alone with some of her other girls, and that was infuriating. My wife was basically becoming a porn star for her friends. But I knew I was going to take out the trash very soon. I got all the info I needed from Susie, with the entire conversation recorded, and I ordered her a ride to take her home. Hopefully, Susie wouldn't remember all of this in the morning.

I was trying my best not to tip my soon-to-be ex-wife off early. As time went on, the lawyer said things were a go. So, one night a few days later, when we were watching Nolan's stupid show, I told my wife that I wanted to get a divorce. She actually choked on the soda she was drinking, and spluttered for almost a minute, she was fine. She looked at me, nearly hysterical, asking whether I was joking over and over, but I told her that I wasn't. I thought I had prepared for this part, but it was extremely awkward. I really didn't want to reveal everything I knew yet. In the end, I couldn't take all her questioning and crying, so I left the house.

She called me 21 times that night, but I didn't pick up a single call. The next morning, I arranged with the lawyer and had her serve the divorce papers at work. Needless to say, that was embarrassing for her. After I got the confirmation, I went back home, because she'd know the reason for the divorce. She came back home within two hours of getting served, and when I spotted her, was clear she had been crying for a long time. She came up to me, got on her knees, and started crying all over my knees, trying to say something, but it only came out as a lot of loud mumbling. It was irritating. It went on for like 20 minutes, and every time I would push her

away, she'd start wailing even louder. When I reached my limit, I very sternly asked her to go upstairs to pack her things. She kept crying and crying, and at that point, I managed to hear her saying how sorry she was, how it was a mistake, and on and on. When I heard the mistake part, I actually laughed and shoved her off my knee. She looked at me sadly from the carpet and I stood up and left the room. In a few hours, she was packed and out of the house. Apparently, she's gone to go and stay with Susie, who even if she remembers anything about that night, certainly won't volunteer that she fed me with info. Anyway, what's left for me is for the divorce to be finalized,

because I still have one major trick up my sleeve, but I need things to be officially over before then. Hopefully, I won't lose interest in revenge, but we'll see, friends. Update 2, it feels like it has been ages, but it has been just under a year. However, I'm finally back with what should be the final update, and boy, is it good. So, we finalize the divorce, and it's not a process I'd want to go through again. It was a lot of back and forth, a lot of stalemating, and just a lot of stress, but it is finally over.

I'm going to have to pay alimony, but, thankfully, her infidelity, which she did a poor job of denying, and which I was able to make easy work proving, made the payments a lot less heavy. Plus, the payment term won't be for very long. In the process, I exposed Susie in everything she had let me in on, which was certainly salt to the wound for my wife. A lot of money was split, but I kept the house after an annoyingly long battle on that, and that was good enough for me. Now, once things were clear, this is where I was able to have fun.

I had held on to that video since I snatched it off her phone. I mean, Nolan is C-list. but he's still famous and there's nothing Hollywood loves more than gossip. So who did I hit up first? TMZ. Yep. I let them know what I had for them, and I did a very good job of anonymizing even though I don't think they snitch on sources.

I'm not used to the tabloid lifestyle, so I was trying to be as careful as possible. Once I proved I had what I claimed I had, I got to talking with a journalist from the tabloid and even made a bit of change off it. Not much, but not too little. I must have refreshed TMZ 100 times after that, waiting for when they'd go live with the story. It wasn't the same day, but it eventually showed up on their website the next day. My favorite touch in the article.

They used the name I provided, after all, everyone wanted to know who the mystery woman who got the chance to sleep with Nolan was, and they made it clear that Nolan was unaware of the recording. Using the same throwaway email account I used for my correspondence with TMZ, I sent a link to the article to my ex-wife's email address. At this point, all I could do was wait, especially because I wouldn't directly see what was going on in her life and how she would respond to the article. That's what I thought at least, until she knocked on the door to the house that used to be for both of us. Two days later, she seemed crazy, and she kept saying I know it was you. admit it was you. I kept playing dumb, but I was doing it in an intentionally over-the-top way, because I wanted her to know it wasn't just karma, some universal force punishing her.

Nah, she needed to know it was me and I could almost see the point where she realized I was playing coy. It's like she snapped right then, and she lunged for my throat, clawing and striking. I fell over with the force which she jumped at me with, but it wasn't hard for me to get her off me. Thankfully, a neighbor had seen the whole thing. All her noise had attracted his attention, and the police were there in some minutes after the incident. Yes, I pressed charges, which was very satisfying. Most of her family live in other states and she and Susie had fallen out, so I hoped it took her some time to get someone to post bail for her.

Anyway, the assault charge was just a cherry on top for me. I didn't plan for that to happen. The real big thing was her going to court for unlawful surveillance. She recorded Nolan without his consent, and even though she wasn't responsible for the leak, it only existed because she made it illegally. The case went on for quite some time, especially because Nolan wanted punitive damages for the harm the leak caused to his career. Apparently, he lost a job in some movie series aimed at younger audiences because of that.

That made me feel good. Unsurprisingly, Nolan's lawyers were a lot higher end than what my wife could afford. She took a bunch of my money, but I was glad to see her wasting it on the consequences of her actions. It genuinely made me very happy every time I heard an update on the case, whether it went her way or not. A certain headline called her a groupie. That was fun. To cut a long story very short, she had to spend two months in jail and pay a $1,000 fine. As far as I'm concerned, she got off fairly easy, but I'm allowed to be vindictive, aren't I?

Well, fellas, now that things have settled down, she's in jail right now, which is fun, I feel so much better and I feel very satisfied. All I can say is that if you get a sign that someone is cheating on you, run and never look back. Plus, if you can get revenge in the process, never let the chance go. That's it from me, take care, y'all. I hope you enjoy this story. Factory destroyed my initial Mother's Day by compelling my spouse to assist with garden chores instead of commemorating with me and our infant, thus I wrecked his father's day and bestowed him

an ultimatum to choose between his mom and our marriage. Our little boy will be one late this summer, so this was the first Mother's Day and Father's Day for both me and my husband. My husband asked what I wanted for Mother's Day. I didn't want slash need anything big or expensive. What I asked for is for husband to get up with the little guy and get him fed while I pumped and chilled, breakfast in bed, just toast, scrambled eggs and coffee, for us to take the little guy to the zoo for the first time. This was the main thing I was looking forward to, go to my fave

taco place for dinner between morning and afternoon naps we have about four hours of awake time. The zoo is ABT 30 minutes away so I had figured if we left as soon as he got up from his nap and we'd have a couple hours at the zoo and worst case he could sleep in the car on the way home. We took my mom and my Mill out to brunch the prior weekend to celebrate them as Mom on Saturday and my mom on Sunday. I also got them each a thoughtful little present in flowers to celebrate their first Mother's Day as grandparents. I arranged everything and told my mom and Mill that we'd be celebrating on the actual day with just our little family and sent them a group chat, which included husband, my dad and Phil. Just to make sure everyone is on the same page. My mill is very

pushy and overbearing so I didn't want there to be any surprises or confusion. The Saturday before Mother's Day, Phil sent my husband a text with a picture of all the mulch he just had delivered and said something like going to be a busy weekend. Or something like that. Apparently he had 300 bags of mulch. They have a big yard with lots of flower beds. That night my mill called my husband and asked him to come over first thing in the morning to help his dad move the bags of mulch to where they were going to be used. She said since we weren't going to the zoo until after little guy's nap, that husband could go over and help for a couple hours and then come pick us up to go to the zoo. I was obviously not happy, but she guilt him and said Phil was going to end up hurting

himself if he moved all that by himself and that it's not a big deal and should only take an hour or two. I told him his mom was doing this to try and get us to skip our plans and spend the day with them, kept saying it's not a big deal, saying his mom promised it would only take a couple hours, etc., etc. I think most people know what happened. Husband went over first thing, which means no breakfast in bed and I had to get up to feed the little guy. I was kind of pissed, but whatever. Spent time with the little guy then when he went down for his morning nap, I texted my husband to let him know he should start wrapping things up. Then when little guy woke up two hours later, I called husband to tell him I'd be ready to go as soon as I finished feeding the little guy.

He told me it was taking longer than he expected, but that he'd hurry. Like an hour and a half later husband called and said they weren't done, but he was getting ready to come home. It's 15 to 20 minute drive from Mill slash Phil's house. At that point we'd miss the window to make it to zoo, so I told him to just stay there and finish and not worry about Mother's Day since he hadn't done a single thing I asked for. I don't think there was any doubt in his mind how pissed I was. A little later his mom called and said since we decided not to go to the zoo, that me and little guy should go hang out with her while the boys finished with the mulch.

I admit that I was pretty pissy and told her I had no interest in spending time with the people who decided to ruin my first mother's day. I ended up staying home and ordering a pizza and binging Netflix. When husband got home, he was all apologetic and asked how he could make it up. I was still pissed and told him he could make it up by not ruining my first Mother's Day. I also told him he should plan on spending Father's Day with his mom and dad, B.C. Me and the little guy were going to go celebrate Father's Day with my mom and dad. Since Mother's Day Mill has been texting and calling but I've been keeping conversations

short and just giving very bland generic responses. My husband has been apologizing and asking what he can do but honestly I don't want to bother. I know it's just a day and we can celebrate any time, like we do. did with my mom and Mill. But it was my first ever Mother's Day. And it's not like I asked for anything expensive or difficult. The only difficult thing is he's incapable of setting boundaries with his mom. And she's incapable of considering anyone's feelings but her own. This past Saturday, he asked if I was still going to my parents then said he'd like to go with us. I told him he could do whatever he wanted, but since I hadn't done anything for his dad, he might want to go see him or something.

We did both end up going to my parents and spending the day with them. It was actually a nice day. My dad insisted on grilling because, of course, he did, but the weather ended up being nice and we spent a lot of time hanging out on their deck playing with the little guy. I'm not sure what if anything my husband did for his dad. I know he was getting a lot of texts during the day, I assume from his mom. She did send me a snippy text saying it was hurtful to spend the day with my family at the expense of husbands, but I told her she got to spend Mother's Day with her baby boy, so it's only fair that I

spend Father's Day with my family. I know my husband was hurt that we didn't acknowledge him for Father's Day, but I told him while we were driving to my parents' house that I'm just matching his energy. I admit that I haven't done anything to de-escalate the drama, but I'm still just so hurt he continues to prioritize his mom's feeling over our little family. This isn't the first time his mom has done crap like this, and I'm just so tired of it. She always oversteps and in insists on doing what she wants. I'm doing better at keeping her at arm's length and holding my own boundaries, but my husband is absolutely incapable of it. Update, I wanted to thank everyone. I've had a lot of people asking for an update, so here we go. This weekend the husband and I sat

down and talked about everything. I expressed to him how incredibly upset and disappointed I was at how both Mother's Day and Father's Day went down. I really wanted to recognize and celebrate my husband for FD every bit as much as I hoped he would recognize and celebrate me for MD. He said he knew he shouldn't have gone to his parents on MD but didn't know what to do since his mom was pressuring him and saying if his dad got hurt it would be husband's fault. He admitted that he knew he messed up and has been terrified that I was going to ask for a divorce. Since he cut to the chase, I told him that if this is how our life is going to be, I don't want to stay married to him. I explained to him that I realized that while yes,

I was upset about what happened on Mother's Day, that isn't what is making me feel this way. That was just the straw that broke the camel's back. This kind of behavior from his mom has been happening since we before got engaged and has just escalated. This has been happening for years. As someone here suggested, I had listed all the times slash events that I could remember that she had overstepped or just completely ruined. For our freaking honeymoon, she called him twice a day. every morning to find out our plans for the day and then every evening to hear how the day went.

Plus the constant texting, asking for pictures, telling him how much she missed him. I don't know how I thought this was acceptable. She tried to make our wedding about herself, tried to make my pregnancy about herself, tried to take over when we brought our son home, just constantly inserting herself and overstepping. I told him that I don't really want to get divorced right now, but it's going to happen anyway, I'd rather get divorced now while we can still do it amicably. Because if nothing changes I'm going to end up so angry and resentful that it would make divorce very contentious and I don't want that for our son.

At this point we were both crying, upset and emotional. So I told him that I'll give him some time to decide what he's going to do but if I don't see clear effort being made to start prioritize me and our son that I'd move forward with the divorce. And the change has to continue. Every time we've fought about this in the past, he's a lot of the last. He's promised he'll change and sometimes he has, but then his mom pulls him back into her orbit. If we are to stay married, these are some of the things I'm insisting on in no particular order.

We each own the relationship with our own parents. That means I'm not planning anything for his parents anymore. No cards, no presents, no brunches or parties, no pictures, nothing. If his parents reach out to me I'm going to redirect them to him, I'm not entertaining or visiting with his parents when he's not around. I'm not taking our son over to theirs by myself. And if they drop by, I'm not inviting them in unless my husband is there. I'm not changing my plans at the last minute just because they decided to drop by without coordinating with us in advance or because they want us to do something with them. Neither of us makes plans with our parents or accepts

invitations until we discuss with our partner. And if we don't both agree that we don't do it. And we don't throw each other under the bus, we just say something like we checked our schedule and we're not available, holidays like Christmas, Halloween, Easter, etc. are at our house. We can discuss inviting our parents but we're not going to someone else's house to celebrate something involving our son when we can do it at home. This includes his first B-day which Mill is trying to take over and plan, other holidays were alternate between our parents. And we will focus on being present. That means no more texting talking to his mom nonstop when we're with my parents, no more over sharing with Mill. She doesn't need to know about our finances or health medical issues

or vacation plans or anything unless we both agree it's something we want to share. His visits to his parents can't be at the expense of spending quality time with me and our son. I don't mind him visiting his parents, but he's over there a couple times a week. We are his immediate family now, we should get priority. We're not doing things just just because she said we should. And we're not changing our plans just because she doesn't like them. She really doesn't understand that wrong and different are not the same thing. In her mind, if we're not doing what she wants, how she wants, then we are in the wrong.

He needs to go to therapy with someone specializing in enmeshment. And we need to start going to couples therapy. I didn't even realize I have so much pent-up resentment that I can't look at my husband the same anymore. I'm just angry at him all the time and I hate being this way. When it comes to our son, our word, husband and me, is law. If she disregards or minimizes our decisions for our son, then she loses access until she learns to behave. When me or my husband say no to either set of parents, the other person will support them

and back them up. That means my husband has to stop trying to get me to agree with his mom all the time. I can tell he's freaked out and really stressed about the idea of putting hard boundaries in place or distancing from his parents. And I do feel for him. He said he feels like he's caught between a rock in a hard place and that me and his mom are both putting a ton of pressure on him and both have conflicting expectations. And that's fine. He just needs to understand that I'm not tolerating this anymore. I know this will cause an absolute shit storm with his parents but I feel like if we don't do it now, it'll just be a

harder down the road. What does everyone think? Am I being unreasonable? Are there other boundaries we should put in place? Next story, BF became controlling and clingy after we moved and together. When I tried breaking up, he refused to leave my house and said I'd have to evict him. Then he installed hidden cameras and attacked me when I finally got help. I, 46F, and BF, 38M, James refuses to let me end the relationship. We've been together for a little over a year and living together since November. Before we moved and together things were good. We lived in different areas, so most of our time together was over weekends. We got along well, talked often, phoned in texts, did things together, met each other's families, etc. If any issues arose we talked about them

and worked it out, which is why we decided to move and together. That's when things changed. After moving in together, he started becoming more and more clingy, wanting to spend every available minute together. He started staying home a lot. I work from home. We all a sudden were constantly together. It started to become an issue. But when I tried to talk to him about it, it was my fault he was being that way. I wasn't giving him quality time, because being in the same room with someone isn't being together, just occupying the same space. So I made it a point to give him the one-on-one, without distractions daily. It got worse. He started throwing tantrums. We'll get invited to go somewhere and last minute he'll decide he doesn't want to go but says

it's fine if I do. I won't be gone 30 minutes when he'll start texting me and he'll text non-stop the whole time. If I stop answering I get messages that will say things like I won't be here when you get back or you're not going to like what you find when you do get back. Then when? I do get back, doesn't matter if I come back right away or hours later, he's crying and telling me how neglectful and dismissive I am of his feelings. At first I listened and apologized, tried to be more mindful. But then his insecurities started.

He started questioning if there was someone else. He said it was his insecurities, nothing I was doing, but it's better to voice them and have my reassurance than to just let it fester. That makes sense the first time, maybe the second time, not the 15th time. We started arguing, because when exactly do I have time for someone else? We are never apart for more than 10 minutes. It just got worse. He started arguments over nothing. Nothing would be going on, nothing would happen, he'd just come in the room yelling. He's read my journals, he either goes through my phone or has installed spyware on it. He questions me about things I've written in the journal or text messages, then tried to lie

and say that he read it over my shoulder. This week has been the worst yet. We were out for dinner, he decided it was the appropriate time to discuss things in our relationship. In a very public, intimate dinner setting. We had been having a good day, no arguing, both enjoying the day, laughing not five minutes before this. I was immediately uncomfortable and very much on guard. I don't like airing my dirty laundry and he knows this.

He's insisting on talking about it right then. I said it wasn't the place or time. He doesn't stop. I'm not engaging. After a few minutes of this he decides we need to leave because my demeanor is making him look bad. Everyone can see that something is wrong and it's making him look bad. We got up and left, without eating a meal that we'd already paid for. On the way home, I started to quietly cry and he started yelling.

He was driving erratically into I told him to slow down. He slammed on the brakes from 77 to full stop in the middle of the interstate. Twice. We are lucky we didn't cause an accident and hurt other people. He wouldn't let me out. This went on the whole two-hour ride home. I ended it that night. Told him it's over.

I'm not doing this in. anymore. That car ride was the last straw. He refuses to leave. Says if I want him out I'll have to evict him. He begs, he cries, he takes my keys so I can't leave, he threatens to kill himself. I don't want to go to my aunts because she doesn't need the drama. I have no other family close. I have nowhere else to go. I can start the eviction process but that takes a month or longer. He just keeps saying he can get better. I don't care if he can. I don't know what to do. Am I really going to have to deal with this until I can evict him? The police here won't do anything because he hasn't physically assaulted me. I tried a civil no contact, Judge said the same thing.

I called a lawyer, same thing. Until he physically assaults me, there's nothing they can do to help me. How do I handle this? Edit for clarification. I've been married once. He was abusive, was sleeping with his first wife behind my back. Once my divorce was final, 2014, he remarried first wife. She died less than a year later under mysterious circumstances. Two years after the divorce he died of a massive heart attack. He has a son that I raised for years, that is 17 now. My boyfriend died in 2017. He fell asleep. He fell asleep. while driving home from work, graveyard shift, crossed the center line and hit a semi-head-on. Steering column was pushed into his chest, broke his ribs, rib punctured his heart. He was pronounced

at the scene. He was a mile from home. The next one was in 2018, he cheated and an alcoholic. We split up October of 2023. I met current BF, in December of 2023. I know not much time between last two. Also, I'm not questioning if I should get out of relationship. Just how to handle this until I can get him out of my house. I own my home. So there is no landlord to speak of. I've called the police, a lawyer, and my county judge. All days since he hasn't physically assaulted me that there is nothing they can do to help. Update, it's been four months and I thought I post an update. I took some of the advice and filed the eviction a week after my original post. I switched bedrooms and placed locks on my bedroom and office doors.

I tried to stay calm and not engage in arguments. Did my best to keep things smooth until eviction. He was not having it. He would go from crying, to talking calmly, to yelling, daily. The more I refused to engage the more volatile he became. The more aggressive he was. If I didn't respond to him within five minutes, text or in person, I was ignoring him. Didn't matter if I was working, driving, doing stuff around the house, or just sitting at home.

It was exhausting and I was just counting the days. Approximately one week until eviction, he was sending me texts while sitting in same room as me. I finally told him I was doing to answer another message. He sent three more long texts. I set my phone down and got to to leave the room. He attacked me before I got to the doorway. He knocked me to the ground, slammed my head and arm against the floor, tried to force himself on me, and then headbut me, gave me two black eyes. After this he took my phone, loaded his things into the car, and left.

This happened on a Friday evening. My cousin and a friend came to stay with me for the weekend. That night my friend found a hidden camera in my fireplace. I took pictures and disconnected it. We spent the rest of the weekend looking for others. We didn't find any more but did find a GPS tracker on my car. We also found my basement door, that leads to outside, had been tampered with. Also, my basement door, leading into the house, has a chain lock.

Well, the bracket that is attached to the door frame had the screws clipped short and then pushed back into the frame. So that it would hold but with just a bit of or pressure wouldn't hold. making the chain lock useless. I documented and took pictures of it all. He continued to call and make threats all weekend. He said he went back to his hometown but I don't think he did. I think he sat in his car watching my house all weekend. The following Monday I filed a no-contact order through the courts. That same day he was arrested on his way back to his hometown, unrelated charges. I was granted the no-contact order. He is still in jail.

The last couple months have been a struggle for me emotionally. I didn't realize how much of a toll all this had taken on my mental. I've been looking into therapy. Couldn't hurt any at this point. My physical injuries healed up, no permanent damage. Just swelling and bruising. That's it. I've just been working on me.

He's still in jail and I'm unsure of when he'll get out. But I'll be notified when he does get him. get released. Thank everyone for all the advice. I really appreciate those that answered and gave advice. Edit, I really appreciate everyone's advice and concern. It really does mean a lot. I decided to heed everyone's advice and move. I went and spoke to my aunt and told her everything. I'd previously told her very little. She has offered to buy the house, so it can stay in the family. We have also found someone to come twice a week to help her with her household stuff and a daily meal delivery service. I've also spoken with my son and he assures me that he is and will be

okay. He'd rather I be safe. I work from home but my boss is helping transfer me to a different office. But assure me that I don't have to wait for that to happen before I move. I'm also now working with a DV organization. I've been in contact with an advocate and she is helping me navigate through all this. I'm overwhelmed and stressed. But I'm doing what I need to do, so that I'm safe. I'm sad and disappointed in myself for putting my family in this situation and making them have to rearrange their lives because of my bad choices. Again I want to say thank you to everyone that responded. I hope you enjoy this story. I informed my partner's former girlfriend that he retained her graphic images and revealed his actions, which has now angered him.

Should I be blamed for feeling distressed? This situation is troubling. My first relationship, it's one of them when you're basically together, but no labels, we go to different Eunice so distance makes it hard, and other things too like him lying and being on dating apps when we said we were exclusive. Admittedly, I am an insecure person, I don't let it bother me on the daily, but when I see pictures of his ex I hate myself. This started when he kind of would bring her up a lot.

I thought it was kind of weird, but they were together for three years. I found out her name through him talking about her, found her Instagram. She could be a victorious secret model, and I'm not exaggerating. She is very beautiful. I'm not saying I'm ugly,

but I'm definitely nowhere near her. She's an easy 10-10thes. He said his friends would refer to him as the one with the fit bird. Not a fan of that language, but they're right. I'm a six-tenths, seven on a good day. I'm not ugly, but I'm not beautiful. It upsets me a lot. It makes me feel very bad about myself.

I've tried my hardest to get over it. He says he is done with her. But he still has all her pictures. They broke up well over a year ago, maybe two years ago. He still has all the pictures, including her explicit pictures. I have now seen this woman's pictures, and yeah, I definitely hate myself now. Why does he still have her pictures? Am I crazy for being upset over this?

Am I letting my insecurities get to me? Is this normal? I get having a few pictures for memory's sake, but to keep lewd pictures of the woman you claim you feel nothing for? I don't know. All I do know is I feel bad, things are great with us. He is so funny and caring. And I feel comfortable with him. I don't feel comfortable with many people.

For example, instead of going home, he stayed with me, went to the shop and we cooked his home foods together to make sure I'd eat. And I know he really does care for me. He comforts me while I cry about my past father. He listens to me when I need to rant. He always seems excited to see me. So I think that it's just in my head. But if he really did love slash like me, surely he wouldn't do all those things,

and he wouldn't want to wait till December, this has been going on since February, to put labels on it. But it's so hard to try and ignore his lying over the dating apps, how quickly he got with someone else when we split. He wasted no time, not even a week later he was just with someone else, but fair enough because we weren't together, but it still hurts. It stings because he expressed how he loved me and he wouldn't. It made me doubt the genuineness of words going forth. It wouldn't have been that big of a deal if he didn't say such things.

Like yeah, it would sting, but I would get on with it. Because I do have feelings for him, and I'm a bit naive when it comes to relationships. And this thing with his gorgeous ex. I don't fear them getting back into together, I think he is so, so beautiful, but she is way out of his league. I'll be so real, can't even call her a ten-tenths she's scale-breaking. She had always been pretty, but she had that breakup glow up. Think of Eastern European models, she could easily be one if she isn't already on her way. They're never getting back together, plus he tells me it was a toxic relationship and neither of them would ever want to get back

together. And, I stalked, she has a boyfriend. But I feel not enough. If I was enough, he wouldn't keep those type of pictures of her, or make a big deal about deleting them like saying he can't be bothered. Here are some other red flag in retrospect. He tried to give me his ex's shirt to wear. He told me he loved me before we met in person, when we first met, and at random points throughout our time together. I feel as though he told me that specifically when things were ending between us and I would stay BC the idea of someone loving me is foreign and I didn't think it would happen to me. I met him in Hinge Lowell.

I caught him twice on dating apps. He said he wouldn't do it again the first time and he was only doing it for a confidence boost. But he promised he would delete them. And then a week or so later I found him still active on the apps. He would consistently mention other girls to make me jealous. He would waste my time, telling me to stay up so we could call, and then never calling me or making me stay up really late

when I told him I'd be very busy the next day. I asked him if he could at least text me if he isn't able to call so I can do other things or go to bed instead of staying up like an excited kid on Christmas Eve. Low-key fetishized my race and sexuality. I thought it was a joke, but he referenced both things a lot. To the point it made me uncomfortable. I mentioned this to him, that I thought it was weird

and I'm more than just bisexual and mixed black and white. Update 1. He claims he just hasn't gotten round to deleting them, but told me he deleted all picks of her on Snapchat. And he has loads of photos in his camera roll so he doesn't see them. But emo, he should have deleted them, not even for my sake, but hers. Especially if he has already taken the time to delete them on snap. I think it's weird to keep them kind of pictures of someone you're no longer with and haven't spoken to in nearly two years. I don't think her or her boyfriend would appreciate him having them pictures.

I know I certainly don't. I'm kicking him out and ending it this morning. He made me feel bad by saying I'm all he has. But I'm trying to respect myself and stick with it. I have a bad habit of taking him back when he upsets me, because I tell myself I'm being dramatic. But I don't feel respected and with everyone reinforcing what I've been thinking. I do think it's time to get rid of him.

him. I think he it is just hard because he has a lot of my firsts. Lastly, I do agree I need to work on my self-esteem. And I have, I've made tremendous growth compared to where I was. I can leave the house, I can entertain the idea of dating, I don't fixate on stupid superficial things. I am a pock that grew up in very white areas in the 2010s. Unfortunately, a lot of what I don't like about myself was instilled because I was different. I never saw a representation of people who looked like me, like having very coily hair. I had this disgusting notion built into my head that because I'm mixed I should at least have loose soft curls and a lighter complexion and green slash blue eyes. I hate that I ever thought that, it's so stupid. But now I wear my natural coily hair out.

I don't have to try and cover up my face to try and hide it and the fact I can say I know I'm not ugly is substantial growth from my childhood to teen years. I'm actually extremely proud and thankful for my mixed heritage. Thank you all for your words. Update 2. I wanted him back, I have issues I know, he doesn't want me. That's it. Comments where Op has replied. Putting, idiot, if he is on dating apps while in a committed relationship, then he's not committed. Many cheaters make their sew feel special when they are around them. It's kind of manipulation. They also make their side pieces feel that way.

As for the nudes, I think it's inappropriate for him to still have them after breaking up with her, much less while dating someone else. I know I would be creeped out to know that any of my exes were ogling my nude pictures. Also, I don't really think he's as over her as he wants you to believe. If he was, he wouldn't have those pictures. Speaking of, have you ever asked him to get rid of them? If he refused, big red flag. My advice to you would be to end the relationship.

He does not respect you and doesn't deserve you. Op, I asked him to delete them when I found out. He deleted some and said he would do the rest later because there was a lot. He also said he is waiting to get a new phone, like what year he is living in. In 2023 we have iCloud that transfers everything. when you get a new phone, including the whole camera roll. I ended it and blocked him on everything. After reflecting and not having him physically with me, I'm quite disgusted. Update 3. Ada for telling my ex's ex that even though they broke up two years ago, he still has all her

explicit pictures, ranging from age 17 to 20, he is 22 now. So I realized I had attachment issues, I ended it, and then he was asking for us to not end. Until he also agreed we should not see each other anymore. But then, I didn't want to end it because I loved him and also had low self-worth, thinking he would be the only person to love me. With retrospect he didn't love me he'd just like talking and, not exclusively, but mostly he'd only really tell me he loved me when things were looking like they were going to end or if I said it first. He is the type of person to tell you what you want to hear. Anyways, time passed.

I do still care for him, way more than I should, but my feelings for him have dwindled. I still miss him, but I don't love him. And I realized how fucked up it truly is to have pictures of your ex, 17 to 20 years old. He is now 22, not saying he is a pedo, but legally speaking he did of child porn on his phone. I gave him many lectures on how bad it is

that he still had them. He gave stupid excuses like I can't be bothered, or I'm going to sort it when I get a new phone, as if ICloud doesn't exist. He is a liar, someone who tells you what you want to hear. He just agreed with me to shut me up. I had a feeling he probably still had them pictures even after he said he'd delete them. Surprise he did not. When we stopped seeing each other one time, I asked him to delete what he has of me.

He said he would, I come to find out he did not. seems to be a thing he does. I messaged his ex and told her that he still has all them pictures. A part of me did feel bad, because again I still care for him, and I knew in doing this he'd never talk to me again, so that was kind of sad. But I thought if it was me in her position, would want someone to do the same for me. I also asked many females what I should do, they all said tell her obviously. So I did, she told me how she asked him to delete all her pictures when they broke up and he said he would. This sounded very familiar. She thanked me for telling her. She called him and asked for a screen recording of him deleting everything or she's calling

his mom and letting her know what her son is up to. He eventually did. The gross thing is, he has two younger sisters. He tells me how he is scared for how they will be treated by men when they grow up. He is scared they'll encounter men like himself emo. He was very angry with me. told me I was doing this all out of spite. He tried to play victim, which I found very pathetic. Saying I didn't think this would blow up in my face again and thanks for kicking me down lower than I already felt as if he is the one who's been violated. Actions have consequences. I think he still thinks about her. I refer you to the fact that he still had her pictures. He tried to give me her shirt to wear. He made her one of his playlist covers. When I told her,

told him that was weird he changed it. I had to ask him to stop talking about her. They were together for three years, and she is very beautiful. But two years had passed with no contact, she had very much moved on. Why couldn't he? Anyways, I know what was the right thing to do. I'm going through waves of, I'm glad I did it and I'm sad he is hurt. But he is not the victim. and this was a truly eye-opening experience to who he really is. A little bit of a perv, collecting girls' explicit pictures as if they're Pokemon cards. I need to have better standards for myself. So I'm going on a date in a couple days.

I met this guy at Wireless in the summer. Nothing happened. I've only met him once because he went to America for his placement year and I was in a stupid on-again-off-again prolonged shittianship with the pictures of girls collecting guy. But he is back in the UK for Christmas. He is so wholesome and cute, funny. I'm punching far, but he approached me. Crazy.

And he is so sweet. He doesn't ask me for pictures, he doesn't want to have sex straight away, he'd rather build towards it which makes me happy because I want the same thing. We're going to see Christmas lights, match halates, food, and then I'm going to ask him if he wants to stay around mine

so we can watch movies. He is very respectful, optimistic and caring. He has sunflower energy. Also he is good and doesn't drink smoke, etc. I'm sober now and being around someone who does that stuff is hard. Sorry for this being too long. Now on to the next story. Story 2.

I told my ex not to contact me again after we broke up, but my friends tried to get my ex and me back together. me 24m and my ex 26 were both from the same friend group and to keep it simple after a while we dated for some months during the relationship she would always want to do some really dangerous stuff hike bang jump car races and honestly i am not the person for that and would have days absolutely terrified for her life so after one of her friends got a serious injury i put my foot down and told her i couldn't live like that anymore. We got heated and she told me I'm a boring, sad person who will die alone, so I said, I hope yours hobbies have the consequences I expect them to have and after that we both parted

ways mad and never spoke again. We still are from the same friend group and we both, while not speaking specifics, just said we couldn't compromise on something and since then, as for the last four months I have not hanged with them much as they are more her friends than mine. Issue came as one of my friends from this group asked me if I wouldn't mind he giving her my new number, as she wanted to get closure and I accepted because I didn't care enough. So, she did call, and it started decently, just small talk, and she asked why I'm so reclusive now, nothing that mattered much, but soon enough, she started talking about her life. She spent a whole 25 minutes speaking about her new boyfriend, how she's able to do what she wants and how fun and amazing it is

to have support on the things she liked, how much she missed out when we were together and that maybe I should change my views a little and my life would improve like hers did. I told her okay and she replied confused. Quickly enough I said I couldn't care less for her new life and honestly to fuck off and never contact me again if she just wanted to brag. To be fair, she wasn't really condescending with her tone, but hearing from your ex how their life is so much better without you get into you. After that I blocked her and as quick as I blocked her all of my friends started texting me about how rude I was and that she was just making small talk and I shouldn't have been so angry that she's happy. So I see K, I didn't think I was being an asshole, but I guess they do.

Ada for what I did? Edit, well the situation just got a little worse as all of these people I call friends are pressuring me into talking to her more, which I don't want to do so now they are pressuring me into going out tomorrow, and I'm not stupid so I know it's going to end up with only the two of us speaking. I really didn't want to go, but one of those guys. I really didn't want to go, but one of those guys is kind of that my boss girlfriend, so I don't want to get on her bad side. I will update soon enough. Edit 2. Okay, so I did as I said and hang out with them, and holy shit I'm going to make an update tomorrow because it got even fucking worse. I would like to update today, but I'm currently

typing this while my phone is being bomb-barbed. Sorry to make this a cliffhanger, but I will take a break from all before updating. Update 1. Sorry for the long text, but a lot happened to quickly, and as much as I tried to compress the text, there's too much stuff to say, sorry. Hello again, friends, as I said before, I did went to hang out with them, more worried for my job than anything, and it went as I expected. I got there, oh wow, what a surprise everyone was late except my ex, never saw that coming, and by what was clearly a coincidence the host had to buy something, leaving us both in the house, how unexpected right. Seriously, can't believe I actually got set up. I knew I would, but the fact it really happened, insane. As for what was said,

we sat down very awkwardly, then she actually said she was sorry, surprisingly, she said she acknowledged how she sounded like a bitch, but that she was sad I cut her out before she could say anything, after that we started to have a conversation about our relationship and whatnot. But I shit you not, the second I asked, what about your boyfriend she got dead silent and looked lost for some seconds before saying some random info about him and randomly started telling me she actually missed me a lot and we complimented each other. Her current boyfriend is too much like her and she feels in danger sometimes for not having someone who tries to be careful. It went like that until she noticed I wasn't really caring much for what she said and typed to

someone, then out of literally nowhere all my friends ambushed me to tell me I should stop running, that if I continue to isolate myself and drive them away because I couldn't get over the breakup was wrong and they are worried for me. I honestly got really overwhelmed with it and said I needed a break. Then they tried to stop me saying this was an intervention and I can't run from it. I started to feel really bad and I thought I might have a panic attack. They noticed I was having problems breathing and let me in a room away. Then they sent my ex to comfort me and as much as I fucking hate to say it, it somehow worked. I hate that having her cuddle with me worked and I was able to go control myself again. After that I said I needed to go home and would speak with them

later, she literally asked, can we try to get back together? And all I did was say, give me time to think then I walked back home and my phone started receiving messages from everyone telling me I should give her a chance and that we clearly still had feelings. I honestly feel awful, I stated to actually doubt myself in it all, I'm still suffering with my anxiety almost making me explode, but I wanted to update before anything. I'm starting to think maybe I could give her another chance, but I quickly doubt that Edia, then I doubt the doubt. I feel like a mess and I honestly just want some help. Maybe I could repost this in the relationship advice subreddit but Ike. Update 2. Well, been a while, I am alive at the very least so hello there. I literally just got

my phone back and saw all the notifications of the last posts. I might read and comment on some of the update later. So, needless to say, I had a mental breakdown and a very bad one at that. I don't remember much of the last week and days. I just woke up in a hospital and later was sent a psychological evaluation before finally being able to leave, not alone though. From what I heard, my friends got worried that I wasn't answering any of them and sent my ex to check on me. She apparently found me on the floor with some meds on the ground and called an ambulance. I don't recall any of that, but there are the medical records so it seems to be real. After that, I was completely out, maybe comatose died, for about three days and when I woke up

surprisingly enough she was sitting in the couch on the side of my medical bed, she started crying and apologizing for what she and they all did. It seems you guys were correct from what I read, it was all a grand plan to get us back together and make me less depressed. She explained how she felt like trash after we broke up and even stopped doing the dangerous stuff because she was feeling so down. And also that the supposed boyfriends obviously didn't exist it and was a prop to try and make me jealous, after that didn't work out with the call she went for the full-blown plan of the ambush. They did expected me to get anxious, but that I would later call her back and give my final decision. Well, I guess they didn't expected me to have a mental

breakdown and try what I did and their whole plan failed, by what I heard they actually thought they killed me indirectly and were all stressed and messed up for the three days I was gone, all of them getting medical leaves to spend time with my lifeless self. After I woke up they all came to see me and apologized as well, saying they had the experience as I opening would understand if I cut all contact with them all, after that I went to the psychological evaluation and was confirmed to be a threat to myself, pain in the ass, and was either going to have to have to go to a mental facility or have someone watch me 24-7. Because I have zero contact with my family my ex asked me if I wouldn't mind if she was the one to be that person, I of course protested in the start,

but later decided it was best that than going to a mental facility again. I have been in these places, often it's not fun at all. So that's how it is currently, we are living in her house, bigger than mine. She's been doing all of the work and chores while I do nothing and just keep my emotionless face, the girl who's dating my boss apparently is way more serious than I thought and they were engaged. So she made him give me my salary until I get better plus a up on it with the medical leave, something I do appreciate. I know I sound like a dumb prick to start living with her, but currently we have set boundaries. She haven't even touched my arms since after the hug when I woke up. She's kind of like a maid more than anything. We of course still speak and I can hear the guilt in her

voice. She definitely didn't expect things to take this turn and is ready to accept it as it is. As she stated, If you never gets better I'm ready to take care of you. If you do get better and wants to leave, that's fine. If you are never able to love me back, that's okay. It's my fault this happened. It seemed legit. For now, it works. I don't know how I feel now as the meds have made me really numb, so I don't know if I care or not for her currently. Maybe we'll be the last update. I will be answering any questions now, though. I got time to spare for it now. I hope you enjoy this story. My sibling harbored hidden feelings for my spouse since their school days and invited my former partner to my wedding in an attempt to prevent me from marrying

my spouse. Consequently, I confided in his expecting partner. That he was cheating on her. This is going to be a long read, so bear with me. I, m27, have a younger brother. I, have a younger brother, Jake, fake name, M25. Jake and I have been close as brothers, and we've had a very normal sibling relationship, or so I thought. Maybe I was oblivious to what was going on, or maybe he was really good at hiding his true emotions. This story also involves my ex-girlfriend, Ruth, F-27, and my now wife, Zara, F-24. Jake, Zara, and I went to the same school. I was a couple of years. I was a couple of years older than them, so I never interacted much with Zara. I knew Jake and all of his friends, and we played together at times, but that was the extent of our interaction. By the time I reached

my junior year, Jake and I started growing apart a little because we had very different interests. I kind of figured that something like this would happen, and that it was a natural outcome of growing up, so I didn't really push for a close relationship with him. We did hang out occasionally, but we didn't share secrets. Boys don't really do that, so it didn't bother me much either. The only thing of significance to this story is that while I was about to leave for college, Jake was hanging around with a couple of his friends and their girlfriends, one of whom was Zara. Before you start accusing me of being a creep or a groomer for going after a 15-year-old,

I want to make it clear that nothing of that sort happened. I met all the kids over there, and one of them asked me where I was going to come. college. When I told them, Zara chimed in that it was her dream university, and I just remarked that she was more than welcome to ask for my help when she applied. That was it. I had no other interaction with her at school. I then went off to college and forgot all about that little interaction because it was inconsequential. In college, I met Ruth. We were classmates, and we hit it off instantly. It took me a while to ask her out, and I managed to do so in my third year of college. She said yes, and we started dating. At the beginning of the

relationship, everything was great. We understood each other well because we were struggling with similar things and wanted a similar life for ourselves. So, I felt like I really understood her. I landed a well-paying job right out of college, but unfortunately, Ruth did not. I was more than willing to help her out, and we decided to move in together to save costs. She was applying for jobs left, right, and center, but somehow, even after making it to the interview stage, she never got accepted. I knew this was taking a mental toll on her, and while I did earn enough for the two of us, it was still difficult to save much because it was so early on in my career. She kept applying to different places for over a year, but with no luck. It was devastating for her,

and I tried to be as supportive as possible. However, soon after, she got the idea that we could live comfortably on my income alone, and she stopped trying altogether. Initially, I thought she was just exhausted from applying and getting rejected, and that it was taking a mental toll on her, so I welcomed the change. I told her to take some time off and do things she enjoyed, which is what she did. This went on for three or four months. She got happier, less stressed, stopped complaining as much, and was in a much better mental state than before, and I was happy for her. I thought I'd gently nudge her to start looking for jobs again in the next few weeks. A month later, I broached the topic, but she had a very bad reaction to it,

saying that just the mere mention of going through that harrowing process again was enough to make her cry, and she told me not to bring it up again. She said she would start applying when she was ready. I trusted her word and didn't want to pressure her or come off as unsupportive, so I agreed. Two years after I got my job, I received a promotion with a significant raise. I was overjoyed because now I could finally start saving and doing things I enjoyed. For the last two years, I had to put many of my desires on hold in order to support two people on my income. Coupled with Ruth's mental health struggles, my own hobbies naturally took a back seat.

I was relieved that I could now have some money to enjoy myself. However, the minute Ruth found out that I had received a raise, she started begging me to help fund her niece's education. Ruth's brother was broke and could never hold a job for more than a couple of months. He had gotten a woman pregnant and had no idea. The issue was that the woman died, leaving no family, so the church was. went to Ruth's brother. And he was thoroughly unequipped to take care of another human being. Ruth begged me, saying she loved her niece, I don't know how, as they had only met twice, and that she would never forgive herself if she

couldn't help her out. This was all becoming too much for me, so I told her that I'd think about it and left it at that. Part of me was genuinely considering giving her the money, but another, nastier part of me thought that it was her niece, and she could get up and pick up a job any Joe band help her out. I drank a lot that night, and as I kept drinking, all the rationale and logic that I had buried in my mind suddenly came rushing to the surface. I had always suspected that Ruth was trying to leach off of me, but I never gave much weight to those thoughts because I was in love with her. However, I couldn't shake those feelings anymore. I was funding her entire life, which I was happy to do. But to expect me to fund her niece the minute I got a raise

especially at the cost of what I wanted for myself seemed a bit much. I knew it was time to take a stand for myself because if I started funding the niece now, I'd never be able to get out of it for the rest of my life. The next day, I sat Ruth down and told her that I would not be funding her niece, no matter how dear the circumstances. I also told her that if she felt bad for the poor kid, she was more than welcome to pick up a job and help her out. That would be her money, and I didn't care what she did with it. She tried to butt in, saying that I was being cruel and that an unfortunate child needed my help, but I wasn't having any of it.

I also told her that if she wasn't going to get a job, the division of household chores was going to change. We had no kids and no pets, so I expected her to pick up 80% of the chores if she wasn't contributing financially. I told her that I had slaved away for the last two years juggling work and home and supporting her, but now I needed a break. If she wasn't willing to support me monetarily so that I could have more money for myself, then she had to help take some of the workload off of me. To say that she started yelling would be an understatement. I don't think I have ever had the unfortunate experience of listening to such high decibels before. It was a miracle I didn't leave the

conversation with my ears bleeding. During her long tirade, she called me every name in the book, manipulative, gaslighting, financially abusive, misogynistic, you name it. But to me, I just needed a break. Why were we even partners if she couldn't do this for me? The fight went on for a long time. I think she believed I would give in because I've always been non-confrontational. To her surprise, I didn't. We were at a stalemate for a few more days when I tried to revisit the topic, but she shut me down again.

That's when I knew we were done. There was no future for me in this relationship, where all I was doing was subsidizing her life and getting nothing in return. The breakup was ugly. She didn't have anywhere to go because she didn't have a job. I told her that I was willing to give her some money to sustain herself for a month or two, but by then, she should have her situation figured out because I was done. Cue the waterworks. She started crying, saying I was bluffing and pulling the entire drama routine.

I told her that I wasn't interested in this relationship anymore, and my decision was final. There was no way to salvage it, and all the remedies she was suggesting now should have come to her while we were still together not as a last resort. Despite me setting her up for a couple of months, the breakup was still ugly. It was only after she moved out that I realized just how much dead weight I had been careful. I had so much time and energy to devote to myself. I picked up hobbies I had abandoned back in school. It was through these hobbies that I reconnected with Zara. Zara didn't go to my college but ended up pursuing painting in the arts as a profession. I had always enjoyed doodling as a kid, even though it was kind of a secret hobby because it wasn't considered masculine enough.

Well, there was an art exhibition in my city, and I went out of curiosity. That's where I found Zara. She had put up a piece in the exhibition, and we got to talking. This was a few months after my breakup with Ruth. I asked Zara how everything was going, and we made small talk, which we both enjoyed. We decided to meet up again, and she promised to let me know if there were any other art events in town. She did, we met up again, and we slowly started falling for each other. It took me a year to ask her out, but by then, I was already madly in love with her.

I tried asking Jake about her, but he said they hadn't been in contact ever since she broke up with the guy from his friend group back in school. I won't go into all the details of my relationship with Zara because it's not relevant to this story. Just know that it's always been a warm and equal partnership between us, and I know that I knew pretty early on that she was the one I wanted to marry. During this time, Ruth tried to get in touch with me a couple of times, but I always rebuffed her. Zara was always aware of this whenever it happened, and she was secure enough to not doubt me. I introduced Zara to my family over dinner a year into our relationship, and by this time, we had already started contemplating

marriage. My parents don't interfere in their kids' personal affairs, so that was never an issue. It was a a good dinner, and Zara got along well with my family. We were all talking about how funny it was that life works in mysterious ways and how it was pure chance that I bumped into Zara again. It was then that Jake quipped that he couldn't believe his middle school crush was going to be his sister-in-law. It seemed like a light-hearted joke at the time, and everyone present took it that way. Zara even said that Jake was the only guy in their group who was remotely interesting to talk to. It was a fun dinner, and I thought nothing of Jake's comment. He seemed really happy for me too. Little did I know, he had been harboring feelings for Zara all these

years, even though he'd been in multiple relationships. The issues started during the wedding planning. It wasn't obvious to me at the time because I never would have thought my own brother would pull something like this. It was little things at first, messing up the time for the dress appointment, forgetting to check in with the caterer things that could be attributed to him just being forgetful. I now know that it was deliberate on his part to create a rift between Zara and me and somehow stopped the wedding. None of it worked. We were too strong to be rattled by a few missed appointments, even though it was a high-stress situation for both of us. If anything, Zara became even more short and snippy with Jake, which only hurt him more.

The final blow came on the wedding day. All this time, I had not been in contact with Ruth. I didn't know where she was, what she was doing, or how she was faring and frankly, I wasn't interested. Little did I know, Jake had been in touch with her for months leading up to the wedding. He was hoping for some kind of intervention like drama, and if nothing else worked, he planned to get Ruth to coerce or persuade me into leaving Zara. She wasn't on the guest list, but she showed up as Jake's plus one. This was surprising to me because everyone in the family had met Jake's girlfriend, and we were expecting her to be there. I didn't have time to ask him what Ruth was doing there, but I had a bad feeling.

Thankfully, Zara hadn't noticed Ruth by this point. Just before Zara was about to walk down the aisle, Ruth stood up and started screaming in front of everyone, claiming that she was the love of my life, and she was willing to take me back, and that I didn't need to marry Zara. It caused a huge commotion, and Ruth started crying and stomping her feet like a petulant child. It was pathetic, to be honest. I ran over to Jake, grabbed him by the collar, and told him to leave. He said he had come to make everything right, claiming that Ruth and I were meant for each other, and that Zara and he were meant to be together. He rambled on with some delusional nonsense, and I was appalled.

I asked my friends to escort both him and Ruth out of there. At this point, Zara had come out, and I don't even know whether she fully grasped what was happening, but she calmly walked over to Ruth, slapped her in front of everyone, blew her a kiss, and asked her bridesmaids to start the music. I've never seen something more iconic in my life. It was so humiliating for Ruth, and instead of creating a scandal around me, she was a She just turned herself into a spectacle in front of everyone. The rest of the wedding went as smoothly as it could given the circumstances.

It was a dramatic day not at all what I had hoped for, but there wasn't much I could do to salvage the situation at that point. I blocked Jake right after the wedding. I wasn't interested in hearing his side of the story because he had already shown me plenty. It was disgusting and despicable, more so because Zara and Jake had never even shared any real bond. He was delusional and frankly, dangerous to be around. Most importantly, I felt horrible for his girlfriend, Violet. A few days after the wedding, I called Violet to ask why she wasn't at the wedding and why Jake didn't bring her as his plus one.

I wanted to know what kind of story he had been feeding her before I decided to meddle in their relationship. She was pretty short with me, saying I didn't have to pretend to like her and that she would much rather I dropped the festival. sod and be honest with her. I knew instantly that Jake had used either me or Zara as an excuse to keep her from coming to the wedding. I asked her why she was saying that, and she told me to cut the act because Jake had already told her that she wasn't invited. That's why he didn't get a plus one for the wedding. She said she didn't mind him going, and didn't mind that we didn't like her, but she was very put off by the fact that the entire family pretended to like her when, in fact, I emphatically told her none of that was true and that Jake had misled her.

I begged her not to tell Jake or our parents about our conversation for the next two weeks, and Zara and I would meet her after we returned from our honeymoon. She said she wouldn't betray Jake for US, so I had to send her a photo of the actual invitation that was sent out to Jake, which clearly had a plus one. I also sent her screenshots of my conversations with Jake, where I confirmed her attendance with him. She said she didn't believe us, and I told her I understood, and that we weren't asking her to trust us, we just wanted her to keep quiet until we could meet and clear up the miscommunication.

She agreed, but I didn't know if she would actually stick to it. I could only hope nothing would go wrong while I enjoyed my honeymoon, but I was really looking forward to showing Violet Jake's true colors. Update 1. I didn't realize this story would gain so much attention. My inbox is flooded with people asking for updates, but as I said, I was out enjoying my honeymoon and didn't bother to check Reddit. Fortunately, nothing untoward happened during the honeymoon itself. Jake remained blocked, and he didn't try calling me. Violet sent a short text saying she hadn't talked to Jake about our conversation but wanted

to meet as soon as I returned from my honeymoon. The meeting happened a few hours ago. We met at a cafe because Violet didn't feel comfortable coming to our home. She was very defensive at first, with her body language and attitude making it clear she wasn't interested in listening to us. But we told her what had happened, in detail. At first, she refused to believe us, calling us crazy for accusing Jake like that. However, during the honeymoon, I asked some friends if they had any videos from the wedding. While there wasn't one video that captured the entire ordeal, a few people were making videos,

and we managed to roughly piece the incident together. I showed those videos to Violet and then explained the whole Ruth situation. That's when she started to believe us. She asked Zara if there had ever been anything between her and Jake, and Zara firmly said no. Violet found it hard to believe that Jake would be so delusional about everything, especially if there was nothing going on. Zara said she was baffled as well. There had been a maximum of 10 to 12 in-person interactions,

and she didn't know when or how Jake fell for her or assumed she had fallen for him. We told Violet we thought it was our duty to make her aware of what was happening, and that she was free to do whatever she wanted with the information. We also told her that we had blocked Jake and were going no contact with him, and we didn't see that changing any time soon, if ever. She said she understood where we were coming from, but she also said she wanted to confront Jake and do it as soon as possible.

We tried to dissuade her a little, but she said she owed it to herself, especially since she was pregnant. To know whether it was wise to stay with Jake. Both Zara and I congratulated her on the pregnancy and told her we would support her no matter what. She said she was sure she wanted to proceed with the comment. but for that, she would have to disclose that we had reached out to her and shared everything. Though it wasn't ideal, as both Zara and I wanted to stay out of the Jake drama, we also knew

standing by Violet was the right thing to do. We told her she had our full support and we would do whatever it took to help her out. That was all that happened at the meeting, but I know this isn't the end. Things are about to blow up for Jake, and he has absolutely no idea what's coming. Update 2. I know this update is coming very soon, but things have escalated beyond repair. I've unintentionally started a storm not that I regret it and Jake is about to go down hard. After Violet spoke with us, she didn't waste any time and went straight for the jugular. She called up Jake and asked if he was at work. When he said yes, she marched over to his office that very minute and confronted him.

Things got ugly. She went straight into his office. She was allowed in because she told them she was dropping off some files for him, and asked if he had pulled the stunts we had told her about. Jake tried to tell her it wasn't the place to talk and that they would talk once he got home. But Violet wasn't having it. There was a fair bit of yelling involved, and HR had to be called up to his floor. Here's where things get even better or worse, for Jake.

The HR assistant asked Violet who she was. was and why she was creating such a scene, and Violet told her she was Jake's girlfriend and that she was pregnant. To her surprise, Jake denied it. He denied being her boyfriend outright. There was more yelling, and Violet was eventually escorted out. When Jake went home that day, a storm was waiting for him. They got into a massive fight, the details of which I don't know. What I do know is that it came to light that Jake had been cheating on Violet for a long time, and the woman he was cheating with was none other than the HR assistant who had intervened during the confrontation. So, Jake is screwed.

Violet is going to leave him I know that for sure because she's a no-nonsense woman who doesn't tolerate disrespect. For her to condone cheating and forgive Jake is next to impossible. As for his affair partner, Jake's office has a very strict no dating policy. They make employees sign agreements and everything. Since the confrontation and Violet's little outburst at the office, his affair partner, let's call her Jane, learned that Jake had been posing as a single man and that he had a girlfriend who was pregnant. Jane was appalled to learn she was the other woman and that Jake had been lying to her the whole time.

Word got around like wildfire, and Jake is now under fire at work for what he did. To make matters worse for him, Jane has connections with the high-yreactual. in the company. So Jake is screwed in more ways than one. He might lose his job, and he's definitely going to lose Violet. Oh, and Violet has also kicked him out of the house. It turns out the house they lived and belonged to Violet's grandmother, so Jake has nowhere to go. Jake paid us a visit in the middle of the night to explain all this to me. I don't know why, but I let him in. I've never seen him so furious in my life. He kept screaming about how I ruined his life, and how I never deserved someone like Zara,

and that she would one day leave me for him. He sounded so unhinged, it actually made me scared for his mental health. He needs help a therapist, or maybe even a psychiatrist. Jake got violent with me too. I know people will call me an idiot for not calling the cops on him, but at the end of the day, he's my brother, and I didn't want to cause more problems for him. I felt pity for him more than anything else. It's impossible to fathom how someone can destroy their life with one stupid decision.

He had everything anyone could have wanted. A great job, a loving and loyal girlfriend, and now a baby on the way and he blew it all away with one stupid decision after another, living in a bubble of weird fantasies. I just feel sorry for him at this point. Update 3. Jake lost his job. This comes as no surprise, but I still feel bad. Violet has broken up with him and doesn't want anything to do with my parents are fully supporting Violet, as are Zaire and I now Jake thinks I've turned the entire family against him over a harmless prank. Yeah, now he's calling his declaration of undying love a prank.

Nobody is buying into this new narrative of his, and he has been completely ostracized by the family. I don't know where he's staying now, and this drama has. has been getting on my nerves. I'm a newlywed, and I can't keep running around dealing with the mess Jake has made I know I started this by involving Violet in the first place, and I'm glad I did, but I never anticipated it would blow up this big. It's a total mess, and I don't see how Jake can recover from this. My parents are furious with him for throwing everything away and basically being a scumbag,

and I don't blame them. We weren't raised like this, and I don't know how he turned out this way. That being said, this will be my last update. Zaire and I have decided we need to leave all this behind us. We will be there for Violet and our niece or nephew in whatever capacity she needs, and she will always have a home with us, but other than that, we're done. Thank you, Reddit, for all the advice. I never thought I'd have a dysfunctional story of my own to share, but well, it is what it is.