Reddit Stories - Secrets Unveiled Family Betrayal and Sleepless Nights 8aff ( Over 3 Hour Compilation ) - Episode 74

Episode Date: April 14, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #familybetrayal #secretsunveiled #sleeplessnights #compilation #emotionalstories  Summary: Episode 74 delves into the complexities of family betrayal, revealing deep-seated secrets that lead to sleepless nights. This over three-hour compilation showcases heartfelt narratives that resonate with viewers, exploring the emotional turmoil and consequences of hidden truths within familial relationships, leaving audiences reflecting on their own experiences.  Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, betrayal, familydrama, emotionalnarratives, secretsrevealed, sleeplessnights, storytelling, personalstories, lifechallenges, relationshipadvice, conflictresolution, familyissues, heartfeltcompilation, truthandlies, emotionaljourney, introspection, viewerengagementBecome 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. Spouse misplaced his employment and idled for 12 months, prompting me to initiate the divorce proceedings. In the settlement, he insisted on receiving 40% of my earnings. Subsequently, following the divorce finalization, he made an appearance. Up asking for more money and admitted he'd been secretly helping his parents this whole time. Hi, so I'm in a bit of a situation.

right now and I don't know if I'm in the right or not. Basically, a couple of months ago, my 39F husband, Liam 36M, filed for a divorce. We had been together for six years, married for four, but things started going downhill recently. About a year ago, Liam lost his job as a copywriter due to mass layoffs at his company he did not start looking for another job, because I earned well enough, and he told me that he wanted to start writing his novel, which had been the plan from the beginning. Initially, I was quite supportive of him, but even after two to three months, when he did not have anything to show for his work, I started getting a little annoyed. I am an investment banker, I make a good deal of money,

but it was becoming very difficult for me to save for the future because I had to keep the household running by myself. He did not contribute financially at all, and he didn't even have anything to show for what he was doing at home all day. So we started fighting about that. He told me that I did not understand anything about the creative process, and maybe I don't, but I just think it's strange that this creative process doesn't yield any results even after two to three months. He didn't even have a paragraph to show me, he told me he was still doing his research and trying to settle on a theme for the novel he will be writing.

It just sounded like excuses to me, because when I asked him about what exactly he had been up to, he told me that it was complicated and I wouldn't understand, and he didn't want to waste his time explaining. And every time I would bring this up with him, he would shut me down, he would get very defensive and try to belittle me, by saying that I don't have any understanding of art and how it works. So naturally, I couldn't respect an artist like him which is why I was pressuring him so much. After a while, it just got really annoying, so I stopped speaking to him altogether. For months, we had been distancing ourselves, and after a while, I realized that there was no point staying married anymore. So I spoke to him,

I told him that I wanted a divorce, and he was fine with it. But then, all of a sudden, he started demanding a huge settlement from me, which I did not think he deserved. And since then, we've been in a deadlock, because I don't understand why he believes he's entitled to such a massive settlement amount. After a particularly nasty negotiation session recently, I lost my cool and I decided to confront him on a phone call. I was very upset, but he very casually told me that for the past couple of years, for as long as we had been together, he had also spent a lot of money while he was earning on me and my kids. He was referring to gifts for me and the kids, family vacations that he had contributed to, occasional expenses here and there during parties, none of the major

stuff, but he claimed that it all added up, and now, he believed that he was entitled to some sort of settlement for it. Because it was not just about the money, he had also treated my kids like his own, and because I had said that I did not want any children with him, he had given up on that part of his life as well. So he said that he was entitled to this, and I couldn't manipulate my way out of this. Then, without waiting for a response, he hung up, and that was when I decided to play the same game that he was. During the next negotiation session that took place earlier this week, my lawyer and I came up with the same strategy that he was implementing, and I told him that I was really going to give him all the money that he was demanding. But only as long as he deducted it

from the amount that he owed me as rent, since he had been living in my house rent-free for the past five years. He moved in with me one year after we had started dating, and since then, he had never had to worry about rent, utilities, groceries, gas. I had my own money, and then, my ex-husband also paid child support so it was enough for me to keep the household running without any substantial help from him. And even he knew deep down that he did not deserve the settlement that he was asking for, but he was too proud to admit that he was broke, and he wouldn't be able to support himself without me since he didn't have a job, which is why he was trying to make it seem like I owed this to him. So if he was going to play mind games, I was going to do

the same. Anyway, even that negotiation session had to be terminated because things got pretty heeded, but I count that as a win, because later on, he called me up himself and told me that he wanted to come to a settlement outside of court and if things continued going so badly between us. Then it was bound to go to family court, and he said that obviously neither of us wanted that. But I was furious with him, so I told him that I wanted exactly that, because if things went to family court, then at least we would have a fair verdict and he wouldn't be able to get his way. And then he started crying on the phone. He said that I was being extremely unfair to him. He claimed that he had been the perfect man for me for so many years, and yet,

I had gone ahead and filed for a divorce without even caring about his feelings, and now, I was acting as if I had never cared about him at all. I could tell that he was hurt, but I don't know if that was an act to manipulate me or not. So, Wibta, if I refuse an out-of-court settlement and continue to drag this out so this ends up going to family court just to create trouble for my soon-to-be ex-husband? Edit, hi, so a couple of things. So I know a lot of people thought it was unfair that I was skimping out on paying a settlement to Liam, especially when I have so much money of my own, but there is a reason for it. Even with the child support that I receive in my own income, my lifestyle is pretty expensive

and I'm not compromising on that. I have worked hard to build a life like this for myself. My parents were not very rich themselves, so I've had to come a long way and I make no apologies for it. And just to be clear, it's not like I had refused to pay any sort of settlement to Liam at all, I knew that he was unemployed right now, and he had gotten used to a certain kind of lifestyle, so I was ready to pay some sort of alimony until he got back on his feet. But I was only willing to pay a reasonable amount, while he is demanding almost 40% of my income right now.

In no way, shape or form, has he done anything to deserve that and that's why I'm putting up such a strong fight. If that makes me a miser, then so be it. Besides, I had been supporting him for quite some time anyway, now that we are getting divorced, he should just be grateful that I'm being kind enough to do it for a little more time instead of just leaving him on his own. Anyway, that's that about him. And now, a lot of people have a problem with the fact that I receive child support from my ex-husband, even though I make good money for myself.

I know I don't need to explain myself, but I think people should know that regardless of the money that I make, these are his children as well. and I am raising them completely on my own. He only comes to see them once or twice a month. So regardless of the kind of money that I make, he doesn't get to walk away Scott-free without any care in the world. I have two kids, a 10-year-old daughter and a 12-year-old son and my ex-husband and I were happily married for a while until he cheated on me.

I did not demand any alimony from him, but child support was something that I could not do without because back then, I was not earning as much as I do now. But he has always had a decent income since he works for his dad, and since he could afford to spend some money for his own kids that I was raising, I'm sure that nobody would disagree that I deserve the financial support for our kids back then and I still do so now. Plus, whatever money I am able to save, it goes into a savings account for my kids. I'm treating myself well, and I'm reading my kids even better, so I don't see anything wrong

with what is happening. So that's that, and I hope people understand my position better now. Update 1. Okay, so a lot of people had a lot of opinions about what was going on with me. And after reading through comments, doing some introspection of my own and speaking to a couple of friends and my parents, I have decided that I'm not going to go through with my threat about taking this to family court. And it has nothing to do with Liam, it has more to do with the fact that it's just going to be a huge waste of time and energy and money for me. Because this is just going to drag out the process, and that's the last thing that I need at the

moment. It's been very difficult for me in the past few months to come to terms with the fact that my marriage is coming to an end for the second time, so emotionally, I've been quite drained. And then, on top of that, there was this whole negotiation fiasco with Liam and he was being so difficult to deal with. All that has really taken a toll on me, and I just don't need more trouble to deal with. So last night, after thinking about it for a couple of days, I decided to call Liam up, and I told him that I was ready to come to a settlement as long as he was. I was hoping that he hadn't changed his mind in the past few days, and luckily, he hadn't. He told me that we could meet with our lawyers in a couple of days, and he was ready to come

to terms with whatever I had decided, because even he was not willing to drag this out anymore. So we have decided to meet today for lunch, with our lawyers, of course, and hopefully, we will be able to come to a decision today. In all honesty, I don't know what to expect, I just hope that he doesn't negotiate for a higher amount than what I have decided, because I really don't have the energy to go through with this again. But anyway, thank you so much to everyone who responded to my previous post. It gave me a lot of motivation, since a lot of you were very supportive of me. And I really appreciate that, so thank you for that. Update 2. Okay, so we met for lunch yesterday, and it went smoothly enough.

We were there with our lawyers, and for the most part, we only spoke about the legal aspect of stuff. There was no negotiating involved, I quoted an amount that I would be willing to pay, and he was fine with it. Because it was reasonable enough, it was not like I was too stingy or too generous, it was just right. He seemed content enough with that, so we were done with that pretty quickly. Soon enough, our lawyers left, and it was just the two of us since their work was done. It was pretty awkward to be alone with each other after so long, especially after so much had happened. But, thankfully, he took the lead, and he apologized, he said that he was very upset that I had chosen to file for a divorce, especially because he was not ready to let me go. But then,

in the end, he had realized that it was partly his fault as well, because he had never let me get close to him, and even though he did have a draft already of his work, he had never shown it to me, because he did not think it was good enough, and he was insecure of it. So I kept believing that he had never done anything at home, and he had never bothered to correct my misconception either, because it was a matter of pride for him, and he did not want me to read the draft, dislike it, and then hurt his ego. He had no idea that this would cost him his marriage, so he had behaved like that. I found it very upsetting, because honestly, I had actually believed. that he did not do anything at home and the fact that he had actually been working on something,

but had never shown it to me, that hurt me a little. Even if I had criticized him, he should have been able to take it in his stride. I don't know, I just felt very put off by what he said. Because that's where it all started, and it all ended in a divorce. It would have been so easily avoidable, if he would have just been up front with me instead of constantly trying to belittle me for not being an artist or whatever. But all this was in the past, there was no point in bringing it all up now and dredging up unpleasant memories. This was probably one of the last times that we would be meeting, so I tried to keep it as pleasant as possible.

I told him that in the end, it didn't matter what he had done or what I had done, what mattered was that we were getting divorced and unfortunately, it did not work out for us. But I did wish him the very best, and I hope that things would come together for him in the future, especially with his novels. On that note, we parted, and it was quite bittersweet, but at least we were able to end things on a good note. I hope that it stays that way,

because I'm ready to move on with my life now. It's going to be hard, but I know it has to be done, so I'll try to keep my head up. Thank you to everyone who stayed with me and kept reading my updates, but I don't think there will be any more anytime soon right now. Update 3 okay, so my divorce with Liam was finalized a couple of days ago, and I thought that this would be the end of things. that I wouldn't have to meet him anytime soon, but strangely enough, he showed up at my door yesterday. I had no idea what he wanted from me, but even then, I tried to be polite, and I invited him in. I guess that he was probably just a little upset or maybe he missed me, and I thought that this one time, I could talk to him and then he could go away. But after a bit of small talk, he said that he really

needed some money. It was a bit of a shock for me, because just a couple of weeks ago, I had to had written him a check of the amount that he had demanded as a settlement during the divorce. And I thought that that was the end of our financial transactions, he couldn't possibly think that I owed him anything else. But here, he seemed very distressed, and he told me that he did not want to touch that money, because he wanted to see something for his future. But right now, he needed something to help out his mom, since his parents were struggling with rent. For the past couple of months, he had been dipping into his own savings to help them out, since they had lost a lot of money during the pandemic because their business had not been doing well. And they had

never really been able to recover it. So even now, they are struggling financially. And now, his mom needed some money for some out-of-pocket medical expenses that their health care did not cover, and his parents also needed some extra cash to cover the rent for the month. He had already been spending a lot out of his own savings. He did not want to make the money. He did not want to make the same mistake with the money that he had received from me just now. So he told me that he couldn't think of anybody else to borrow money from, which is why he had come to me, and he promised me that as soon as he had the means to return it to me, it would all be back. I was actually pretty shocked. I had no idea what was going on because he had never even told me that his parents

were struggling up until now. And I asked him about it, because in the past few months, he had never brought this up even once. He had never told me that he was spending his savings on his parents, and this was the first I was hearing of it. So when I asked him about it, he got very uncomfortable, and he told me that he did not want me to think that he and his parents did not have things under control. He did not want me to believe that we were leaching off of me, so he had kept his mouth shut about it. But honestly, I was quite frustrated at that point, because I realized that there was so much that he had never told me just because he thought that I would criticize him or whatever.

And it was strange because we had been together for so long, I think our relationship was strong enough to survive some sort of candor. The fact that he had been dishonest with me about these things, it just didn't make any sense to me. Because it's not like the way that he actually ended up behaving, made me think any better of him, and if he had just been honest with me right from the beginning, things would have been much easier for both of us.

If I had known that he was struggling with money because he was contributing financially, and helping out his parents, maybe I would have had a different opinion. But he never told me about any of these things, and after he spoke up about this, I just snapped at him. I told him that things could have ended much differently if he had been honest with me. In spite of being together for so long, he couldn't just tell me the truth about what he was going through

just because he wanted me to perceive him differently, and it was just so bizarre for me. I told him that this whole divorce, everything that he had put me through, was all so unnecessary and even now, I couldn't understand why he would do all this. After I was done ranting, I just ended up breaking down, because this whole thing had come to an end, just because he could not be honest with me. And it was such a waste of a relationship, something that could have turned out so much better. He tried to comfort me, but I just told him to go away, because at this point of time, I just did not want to speak to him at all about anything.

Even now, he was here to borrow money from me, not to apologize to me or to try and give me what I was owed, which was the truth. I was extremely upset with him, and I just kept telling him to go away, and thankfully the kids were asleep at the time, and we were not that loud, but if he had decided to stick around and bother me even more, then I think the kids would have woken up because it was very difficult for me to keep my volume under control at that point of time. Anyway, after he realized that I was having a total breakdown, he left and he told me that he was sorry for bothering me. He also told me that he was sorry for keeping all these things from me, because ultimately, it made him feel like he was responsible for our marriage

breaking up. And I did not say it at the time, because I did not want to prolong the fight, but he was. He most surely was. It has been several hours since then, and it's almost around two in the morning right now. I kept trying to fall asleep, but it just wouldn't happen. I kept reminding myself of everything that had happened, all that he had told me about everything that he hadn't said to me while we were married, while he still had the chance to fix our relationship. And it just makes no sense to me, I don't understand why he would do something like this and sabotage our relationship. It makes me very angry and upset, and I don't know what to do about it, which is why I thought about letting it all out here, because I really feel like he let me down in the

dumbest way possible. He could have just spoken to me, that's what I keep thinking about, he could have just spoken to me and told me about his problems and we would have worked it out together. I don't understand why he did this, and after my previous marriage falling apart, he knew that this marriage meant a big deal to me. My ex-husband had been my high school sweetheart, and even with him, I thought that I knew everything about him, until I found out about his affair, and that broke my heart. I guess I'm just upset because I really wanted to make it work with him, and with him, I had the feeling that it might last forever. But I guess that's the way. I felt about my ex-husband as well, and now about him, and in the end, neither of them were

meant to be, and that's what hurts the most. Anyway, I just had to get this all off my chest, because it was getting too much for me to handle by myself. The kids are sleeping, and I don't want to bother any of my friends or family by calling them up right now in the middle of the night and ranting about all these things. I will tell them about it eventually, because I know that I need to talk to people about it. But right now, this is the only way for me. me to vent my feelings, so thank you for letting me say it all out loud and reading until the end, whoever has bothered to stay up until now. I guess I'll try and get some sleep. Thank you so much to you guys once again. Update 4. Hi, everyone. It's been two days since my last update and

after that last interaction with him, Liam did not try to contact me anymore. I've been down with a fever for the past two days, so I couldn't even go in for work, and I've been staying at home and trying to recuperate. Not just because of the fever, but it's also because of my emotional state, since I'm extremely fragile right now, and I hate admitting it, but everything that has happened has really taken its toll on me. So I'm having my mom and dad come over and help me figure things out with the kids. I'm grateful to have them by my side, because I really needed them to be there for me at the moment. I was pretty torn up after that night and the next morning, I couldn't even wake up on time for my kids. It was pretty irresponsible of me, but it was just a one-time thing and it's never

going to happen again, that I'm going to make sure of. I was just emotionally drained and exhausted, and I've been strong for so long that I forgot that I had to take care of myself as well. Anyway, I guess I needed to take things slow, so that's what I'm doing right now. My parents are handling things at home, and I'm just trying to take care of myself. I have blocked Liam everywhere, something that I had not done earlier out of respect for whatever we had shared so far. Also, because it would be pretty inconvenient, I had not blocked him. But now, we don't have anything to do with each other, and after what happened the last time that we met, I really don't want anything to do with him.

It's not just out of hatred or whatever, I don't hate him. It's just that everything that has happened has really left a bad taste in my mouth and I can't deal with these things anymore. I need a break from him, and I need a break from him. from thinking about him and the best way to go about that is to just cut him out of my life entirely. I don't need him around me at the moment, because the last time that we spoke, it really stressed me out and broke my heart. I don't need that, so I think what I'm doing is best for myself. Before blocking him, I did send him a message saying that I did not want him to reach out

to me anymore, and I would really appreciate it if he stayed away from me. And I hope that he reads that, and he respects that and stays away now. Update 5, hi, everyone, so it's been a month since my last update and I'm doing much better now. Thank you so much to everyone who commented on my last post and who reached out to me. It really means a lot to me. I'm doing good, I'm in therapy right now because everything that happened, well, it didn't exactly go down well for me. And I think I would do better with professional help. So that's where it is at with me right now. As for Liam, I did not hear from him for a very long time, but last week, he sent me an email from a new account.

He told me that he had read my message, and he was going to definitely stay away from me now. And he was not going to bother me because he knew that whatever he had done, it was not fair to me. He admitted that he had screwed up our marriage, and someday, he hoped that we would be able to reconcile because he still loved me and because of that, he would respect my wishes and stay away. He told me that he wished me all the best for the future, and he hoped that I achieved everything that I wanted and said that he was content with just watching from the sidelines and clapping for me. It was really sad to read that, but I didn't know what else to say to that,

so I just didn't reply. Anyway, I'm just focusing on myself, my work and my kids right now. I don't have the mental energy to focus on anything else. My parents are not staying with me, they left last week, but they're still dropping by every couple of days to have either lunch or dinner with me and the kids and I really appreciate that because they're keeping an eye on me and it shows that they are looking out for me. And it's nice to have somebody care for me, after I've spent most of my life caring for other people. I hope you enjoy this story. My identical sibling falsely accused me of her DWI during university, and my guardians forced me to accept responsibility. A decade later, they appeared at my residence destitute because she trained.

their home. House without permission. I, 25F. Haley, have had a rough and broken childhood. I have two older brothers, Hunter, 30M, and Harold, 28M. I also have a twin sister, Heidi, but we are estranged. At this point, I mostly just talk to my brothers, but that's about it. I do not have contact with my parents, 60M and 56F either. I haven't been in touch with them for ages now, and I had never thought the day would come when they would reach out to me again. I fantasized about this day a lot. For years and years, I kept thinking about what would happen if they started talking to me, and what would happen during that first call or meeting after so many years of being estranged. It always either started or ended with them apologizing to me

for treating me like crap and ruining my future. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that when the day finally came, they would actually hurt me even more in different ways. Our parents made it very clear that they didn't want four kids. They had wanted three, planned for three, and everything around them was mentally structured around the life they would have had if there were just three of us. But there weren't. Heidi and I were twins, and nobody expected that. One of us, and soon they made sure everyone knew, was an extra, so to say. The extra was me. They never said it directly, but that's how they made me feel every single day of my life. I was the one that wasn't supposed to be there, but still was, and I was always reminded of that

fact just by my parents, though. I'll always have to be honest about that. My brothers and I have always been clothes-knit. They had my back even when I was a kid, and honestly, I never really knew where I would have been if it weren't for them. They kept me sane in that stupid house, and they kept me sane after it. The discrimination started pretty early on. Like, if they would buy things for us, it was always Heidi deciding what she wanted, and I would get what she didn't want.

If Mom had to make lunch according to the kids' preferences, it was always Heidi's preferences that came above mine. The thing was, the twins were one unit. We weren't seen separately, especially by our parents. And the unit essentially meant Heidi. It was Heidi and Heidi all along. It hurt like a bitch, and by the time I was seven or eight, my brothers kind of understood what was happening.

I don't know why it did, but it affected them, and in their own way, they tried to include me in things and activities. To my parents, I wasn't Haley, I was just not Heidi. And Heidi loved the attention. She lapped up every last drop of it like a hungry dog. She loved being the center of attention, and gradually, things were not. got worse. I withdrew into my shell even more, and the only time I was even remotely social at home was with my brothers. They didn't like her much because she didn't interact with them. When she did,

it was always as though she was somehow above all of us. And whatever she said had to be the rule. That's not how siblings, especially brothers, operate. She had gotten Prince's treatment her entire life, and she thought that Hunter and Harold would extend the same to her. They never did, so she was never close to them. Both of us did well in school. We used to have similar grades, but hers gradually slipped as we reached high school. She was involved in some extracurricular activities, and her social life was bombed, so maybe that was the reason. My grades didn't slip on the contrary, I went harder into academics when my brothers left for college. That was the the only way I knew how to cope because both of them chose to go to a college out of state.

It was tough for me at home after that, so I just immersed myself in studying and volunteering at a local shelter. The issue started when Heidi and I began applying foreign shortlisting colleges. If I'm being honest, her resume was better than mine, and she had a better chance of getting into the college of her choice than I did, even though I had slightly better grades. Both of us applied nonetheless, and surprisingly, we both got into the same university. I hated the fact that I would have to go to the same university as her, and even our parents were a little bummed I think it was because I got in two. They were only rooting for Heidi, and I think me being as good as her, and getting into the same college, just somehow made them

bitter about the situation. And the best part was that I got a scholarship, and she didn't. We both went to college but had different lives there. She immediately went into party girl mode, whereas I have never found the appeal of that lifestyle. Things went downhill very fast. One night, a few months into college, I got a frantic call from Heidi, saying that she had screwed up majorly and needed me to help her out. This was the second or third time we had spoken to each other after coming to college, by the way.

I asked her what had happened, and she told me she couldn't explain it on the phone and that I needed to meet her. I went to her room, and she looked pretty shaken up. I genuinely got scared and felt bad for her. Little did I know that the by-h was about to ruin my life. She told me she had been out partying with some friends, and all of them were sloshed or blacked out. She was the only one in a better condition than the rest, so they decided she should drive back. But she was drunk as hell too, and she lost control of the car and rammed into the wall of a house. She said the police had come, and they had asked her to go to the station again tomorrow, and she was scared because she didn't want to have a record. I asked if she had spoken to

mom and dad, and she said she had, but they were furious with her, and she didn't want to talk to them. She said she wanted to head out for some air and grab a bite. I don't know why I didn't notice, but she took my wallet with hers. What happened next was the kind of betrayal I wouldn't have expected from my enemies. I stayed with her the entire night. She took a while to come back, and when she did, she looked much better than before. I went back to my room, and the next day, I was summoned by my department head, saying he wanted to meet me urgently. When I went to meet him, I saw cops there. I thought they had come for Heidi, but they had actually come for me. They asked why I was drinking and driving last night and said the university had decided to have a

disciplinary inquiry against me. I was shocked and told them they had the wrong girl, that it wasn't me but my twin. They said the offender had registered herself as Haley Porter and had shown them the ID, so I needed to cut the crap. It all began to make sense now. Heidi, the little bitch, had called me on the pretext of feeling scared and wanting support, but she had ultimately ended up submitting my ID to the police when she had gone out the previous night. Once she returned, she asked me to drink a little, and I was stressed, so I obliged, ensuring that if I got tested for alcohol, the results would come out positive. I begged them to understand and told them the truth, but they thought it was too far-fetched to be real. I was let go, and I was devastated.

I called Heidi, but she didn't answer. Then I called Mom and Dad, and they said I needed to understand that her career would be ruined if I didn't help her out, especially because she had taken so many loans, whereas I had a scholarship. They told me I owed this to my sister and that I wouldn't have to bear the brunt of this more than my sister would. I just couldn't believe they would stoop to this level to protect her. It was unreal, the way they were behaving. I had always known they loved her more,

but this was like a slap in the face. No, actually, this was like multiple slaps on both cheeks in full public. They were willing to let me get punished for a crime she committed because if she took responsibility, she would be ruined. The same, somehow, didn't apply to me. I disconnected the call and called Harold. He was furious. He said he would talk to mom and dad, but in the meantime, he told me, no matter what happened, I didn't have to admit I was the one who was driving drunk. He told me to stick to the truth and not cave under pressure, and that he would talk to them about the rest. Unfortunately, none of that was required,

because within the week, I had been expelled from college on behavioral grounds. That was the day my parents and sister became dead to me. Mom and Dad were expecting me at home, but I just had nothing left to say to them. I went to Hunter's Place and wrote a letter to the university, detailing everything that had really happened. I knew they wouldn't reverse their decision, but I also knew I needed to keep a record of what had happened because it might help me out in the future. I went completely no contact with my parents. They tried to reach out a few times, but I never responded.

My brothers were my rock during this time. From what they tell me and I don't ask much, if I'm being honest, they ripped Mom and Dad a new one and made sure the extended family and some of their friends knew what really went down. They say Mom and Dad are kind of ostracized from the larger community because of this little misadventure. Hunter and Harold are low-contact. with them too. They say all their lives, mom and dad have only wanted to be parents to Heidi,

so we're just granting them their wish. I stayed rent-free with Hunter for a couple of months. I picked up a job, but he didn't let me contribute to anything. He asked me to save up the money because it would help with college. I ended up going to college the next academic year. I think, in the end, what happened was actually beneficial for me, even though it shouldn't have happened. I was finally able to study what I really wanted to, and even though I had to take out some loans, I knew there was no Heidi here, and I could live life on my own terms. So while there is an entire year and an unexplained expulsion on my CV, I ended up studying what I love and found a job I love. I graduated two years ago, and I landed a good job straight out of college.

The job, however, was on the other end of the country, so it was quite weird, shifting and moving out. However, I have been working for the past two years now, and things are good. I like the way my life is now. Heidi and my parents do try to get in touch once in a while, but I just don't respond. I have moved forward in life, and I don't need them in mine anymore. They are the ones who are guilty, which is why they are the ones dying to make amends. Hunter and Harold are low contact with them, and they keep me updated if I ask anything, but other than that, there isn't really much family talk among the three of us.

And they never divulge any information about me to them. They know better than to do that. That's the one thing I want from them, just do not let them know what I do, where I am, and how I'm doing, and my brothers have respected that all these years. However, a few days ago, mom and dad were at my doorstep, ringing the bell at five in the morning. I was two days to realize it was them, but the audacity was, with which they welcomed themselves left no doubt that I wasn't dreaming, and that it was actually them.

They said it had been so long since I had spoken to them, and that they missed me so much they cried every night, so they just decided to come and meet me themselves. I asked them who gave them the address, and they said Hunter did. I called Hunter straight away to yell at him, and he swore that he wasn't the one who gave them my address. I flung the phone in their faces I'm normally a good host, but I just didn't want these guests around and told them to sort it out with him and tell me the truth, or I was going to throw them onto the street for all I cared. I was still going to do just that, but I wanted to know who had told them about my whereabouts. They tried gaslighting both Hunter and me, but deep down,

I knew he wouldn't do something like this. This went on for a while, and I told them that if they didn't come out with the truth within the next 15 minutes, I was throwing them out nonetheless. The thing was, they had come with suitcases. Many suitcases. And it looked like they were planning to live here. I don't know who or what gave them that idea. All I knew was that they weren't welcome in my house not by a stretch. They could go wherever they wanted, but I wouldn't let them stay here, no matter what. They tried stalling again and laughing it off. So when the 15 minutes were up, I started picking up their suitcases one by one and keeping them outside. That's when they realized I was serious, and I wouldn't let them stay until they came out with the truth. That's when

they said they had gotten the address from social media. They had been following my accounts using fake accounts for a couple of months, and that's how they got to know where I live. So they were basically stalking me virtually. I honestly don't know how someone can find out my exact address by stalking me on a few socials, but I was too sleepy for their crap, especially since all this was happening on a Saturday. I told them I was going to go to sleep for a couple more hours, and they were welcome to sleep until then as well. However, after that, they needed to get out of my house and never show me their faces again. I told them they could use the time I was sleeping to find alternate accommodation or book a ticket to whatever God-forsaken hole they wanted to go to,

but my hospitality to them wasn't going to extend beyond that. They tried to butt in and get a few words in, but I just went upstairs and locked my room. I was hoping they wouldn't steal something from the house, but if they did, they did. I just wanted to sleep and then kick them out. When I woke up, they had made themselves comfortable and started unpacking all their stuff.

My living room was a mess, but since I was feeling better after the sleep, I didn't lose my temper as quickly as I had that morning. I asked them what made them think they could actually stay here. At first, they tried beating around the bush, saying the same things like we missed you, and it's time to bury the past and move forward as a family, but I wasn't buying it.

I pushed a little, and my mother finally broke down. And when I say broke down, I mean she literally broke down sobbing like a hurt child and wailing. It was weird to watch, honestly. She tried saying something, but not even 1% of it was coherent. So I asked my dad what was up, and he revealed the truth to me. He said they had been kicked out of the house and now had nowhere to go. I looked at him in disbelief and asked how the hell he was kicked out of his own house.

He said a few years ago, in college, Heidi started getting into a lot of crap. She was involved with the wrong people and ended up screwing up her academics altogether. She was expelled from college, and then she promised them she would turn over a new leaf. She got into another college, but without scholarships, and her criminal record, they mumbled this bit, and I spat out my water, stood in the way of her getting loans. Long story short, Dad and Mom gave one floor of the house to a couple to rent. They were sketchy people according to them, but they trusted them because Heidi had brought them in. She knew them, and it was through her that they rented the house.

But now, they've taken possession of the whole house. They smoke pot on the first floor all day, and the stench is unbearable. They have loud parties, and whenever Mom and Dad try to complain, Heidi intervenes because they can't behave this way with her friends. Long story short, the way they had been keeping the house, it wasn't livable for Mom and Dad anymore. Three months ago, Mom had a health scare because of all the pot they were smoking, and that was when mom and dad decided to leave for a while, leaving Heidi behind to take care of the mess,

rookie mistake. They told me they had given her a stern talking too, hoping she would realize what she had done and step up to take responsibility. But that little bitch just screwed them over big time. When they went back last week, the locks had been changed, and that pot couple was now on the ground floor. Heidi wasn't picking up their calls, and when they said they would call the police, they got the shock of their lives. Heidi had, behind their backs, sold the entire house to her friends. She must have forged signatures and documents, but the house was now in the possession of her friends. And my parents said they could do nothing. I told them, of course, they could do something they could file a report against Heidi and those guys.

Forgery is a huge deal, and if Heidi forged those documents, she would be in for a long, long time. They looked uncomfortable and said they knew Heidi would have to serve jail time if they went forward with the complaint, which is why they decided to get her into therapy. In the meantime, they thought they would stay with me. I looked at them like a deer in headlights. It took me a couple of minutes to process their audacity. I told them they had come to me instead of holding Heidi accountable, knowing full well she had committed a crime. They had forgotten what they did to me all those years ago when I had been forced to take the blame for their criminal daughter. They didn't say anything at first, but when I started accusing them more,

they said I needed to show some compassion. My sister had always been a troubled child, and as parents, it was their duty to stand by her when she strayed, not throw her to the dogs. I told them they had not stood by me at all, even when I hadn't strayed, and it was clear from the way they spoke they were only interested in being parents to Heidi, not to me. and since they didn't see me as family, I had no problem throwing them to the dogs. I told them in no uncertain terms that they were not welcome here.

They were homeless by choice, not because they were in distress. They had allowed this to happen, and even now, they were letting her get away with something as big as this, which is why this was completely on them. I told them they weren't welcome in my place, and they needed to get out before I called the cops. They tried to push and emotionally blackmail me again, but I told them none of that was going to work. They had to move out. I think they finally understood that I wasn't breaking and didn't feel any pity for them. They made a lot of faces, but ultimately left. Even at the end, they kept telling me I needed to reconsider, that they wouldn't have anywhere to go, but I just said

that was on them. It wasn't my problem. They had other children to beg in front of. But they were dead to me, and I wouldn't be helping them out, no matter what situation they were in. They looked defeated and finally left, but my head has been pounding since. This was three days ago, and I don't know where they've gone. They haven't tried contacting me, and I'm glad, but I can't help but wonder where they might have gone. Update 1. I know it hasn't been long, but I have an update for all of you. Hunter called me yesterday and told me Mom and Dad had come to his place unannounced. I had informed both him and Harold when they had come, and I was expecting them to go to

hunters. Harold doesn't live nearby, so he is safe. Hunter told me they unloaded their sob story right at the beginning. And now they villainized me, saying I kicked them out of the house, and they knew that favoring Heidi was the right thing to do because I had grown up to be a bitch anyway. Hunter mumbled that Heidi was a bigger bitch because she stole their home, but they kept defending her, and Hunter was exhausted. Hunter lives with his girlfriend, Sia, and she was furious about how they had randomly dropped

by, with baggage in hand. And Sia is a no-nonsense person. She doesn't have the bandwidth for anyone's bull crap, and she doesn't mince words when she talks. She straight up asked them how long they planned to stay. They said they would be here for a while. She asked again how long the while would be, and they said a couple of days. They kept giving vague answers, and she just lost it. She asked them to give her an actual date so she could plan accordingly.

That's when they said they didn't have a date in mind because, since they had nowhere else to go, they were waiting for Heidi to come to her senses so they could move back into the house. That confession was what Sia was waiting for. She said she would let them stay as long as they wanted and as long as it took for the issue to be resolved. Before she could finish, they started rejoicing, but the main point was she would stay as they were part comes later. She told them there was a caveat. My mother piped in, saying they wouldn't

disturb their privacy and would clean up after themselves. She said she didn't have any issues with late-night parties or anything, trying to paint the picture of the perfect guest. Sia laughed and said that wasn't what she was talking about. She said she would let them stay only if they pressed charges against Heidi and took active steps to regain possession of their house. Hunter told me it looked like someone had stabbed them with a dagger. They said she was being cruel, and they couldn't do it, but Sia was adamant. She said this was the only way they could stay, and now they had a choice to make. She said she was offering them a roof, but they had to do the right thing in return. If they still chose to protect Heidi, that was on them, and they

couldn't turn around and blame their kids. And, to nobody surprise, they refused. They said they would rather be homeless than turn on their child, and she congratulated them and kicked them out. She is a bad LOLL-I-Love Hunter says he has no idea where they are, and they might try to come back to me again, but I told him he didn't have to worry about me. I would kick them out if they tried something smart with me. Update 2, they finally had to press charges against Heidi and her friends. There were a lot of complaints by the RWA, and they took matters into their own hands.

I don't know the details of what's happening, but I know Heidi is screwed. They aren't talking to Hunter or Harold, and were just ecstatic to be rid of them at this point. Heidi tried getting in touch with Hunter and asked him to knock some sense into Mom and Dad, but he hasn't responded. That's the last we've heard from them, and I hope it stays that way. They're weirdly enmeshed with each other, and if they can't take their heads out of their asses, that's on them. I have tried really hard to build this life, literally from scratch, and I will not allow them to come and crap all over it.

That's just not how it goes with me. I hope you enjoy this story. Relatives had me agree to a premarital contract because they believed I had limited resources. Presently, as my net worth exceeds theirs by a factor of five, they are seeking to annul the agreement and are attempting to coerce me. My wife to divorce me. Eight years ago, my wife and I got married, but before that, my in-laws decided to make me sign a pre-nup and I found that a bit insulting at the time because they had made it quite clear to me that I was not really welcome in their family, so making me sign the pre-nup just felt like even more of a slap in the face. I had been working in sales when I met my wife, but after having been with her for one year, I decided to quit my job and start my own electronics brand. We were both 27 at the time and by the time I finally got around to officially starting my business,

I was almost 28. But my wife had been supportive of me throughout the process and she was the happiest when I finally got to start working on my dream business. Her parents, however, were not that happy because they thought that I was living off of her money, which was true to a certain extent. She was definitely supporting me because I didn't have a study income, but it's not like I was completely relying on her. Anyway, at 29, I decided to propose to her and we got married within a year. But a couple of months before our wedding, her parents came to me and told me that I needed

to sign up for a pre-up that stated that, in the case of a divorce, all our assets and money would be kept separate and I could not stake a claim to anything that was hers, and vice versa. In the case of a divorce, I would also have to repay my wife and my in-laws for having supported me while I was working on my business since they had occasionally sent money to my wife to help us out while we were living together. And it was a reminder that I was indebted to them, which I thought was kind of unnecessary at that point of time. And I'm pretty sure that they included the second part of the clause, that even my wife would not be able to stake a claim to anything that was mine so it would all be fair. The agreement even stated that if we decided to have a joint account,

the money from that would also be divided on the basis of who had contributed more because my in-law, had just assumed that throughout our marriage, my wife would be supporting me. When they had approached me with it, they had told me that signing off on that would be the only way for them to feel safe about accepting me as their son-in-law. It was quite insulting for several reasons. Firstly, because they had just assumed that I would always rely on my wife and would never be able to make something of myself, which was an unfair assumption in itself because I was already working quite hard at the time to get my business going so that I wouldn't be a burden

on my wife or anybody else. Secondly, even before I quit my job to start my own business, they had never liked me. They had a problem with me right from the beginning, from the first time that my wife had brought me to her house to introduce me to her parents because they did not think that I was good enough to be dating their daughter. And by good, I actually just mean rich. For context, my in-laws have a real estate firm and have been doing quite well ever since they started. They come from financially well-off backgrounds themselves, so all of them have grown up comfortably.

My parents had normal jobs, though my dad was a high school football coach and my mom was the manager at a nearby coffee shop. So I didn't exactly have to struggle with money growing up, but I definitely did not have the kind of money that my in-laws did and right from the beginning, they used to look down on me. It was the usual, snarky remarks, mean comments disguised as jokes and stuff, and just an insufferable and weird attitude around me in general. I never said a word about it, even though my wife got quite worked up about their behavior because I did not want them to know that they had managed to get under my skin. I believe that the best way to deal with them was by not paying any heat to them because I knew that my wife loved me, and I loved her, and that was good enough for both of us. I did not need them to approve of us, so even when they approached me with the pre-nup, I felt a bit insulted, but I signed it. And when they took it to my wife, she was quite offended, but I had discussed it with her beforehand,

and she signed it as well without any complaint. Both of us knew exactly what they were trying to accomplish, they were just trying to play my games with me and insult me right before the wedding so that I would maybe back off or something and they would be able to accomplish what they had set out to do right from the beginning, sideline me, and somehow get their daughter to be with somebody more appropriate by their standards. Unfortunately for them, they haven't been able to do that so far, and they won't be able to do that ever because my wife and I are always going to be on one team. That was several years ago, and since then, I have made a lot of progress in my career.

My business grew and I kept working at it and in the last two years, it took off exponentially and started doing better than it ever had all of a sudden. I guess the social media marketing and all the hard work that I had put into my company had started to finally pay off. Whatever it was, something had worked in our favor greatly, and as of now, I'm worth almost five times more than what my in-laws are. So now, of course, they want to dissolve the pre-nup all of a sudden. They came to visit us a couple of days back, and we were all having dinner together. But after dinner, once our son was in bed, they got us both to sit down together and told us that they had been giving it a lot of thought, and now, they finally thought that it was time to speak to their lawyers

and have the pre-nup dissolved. My wife looked surprised and even I was pretty taken aback for an instant. But then, I decided to decline. I told them to their faces that I did not think that it was necessary, since they themselves had claimed that the pre-nup was the only way they would feel safe with accepting me as their son-in-law, and I did not want them to lose the safe net. I was obviously being sarcastic and I guess they picked up on that, even though I tried to sound as sincere as I possibly could. They told me that several years had passed since then, and we had a son together now, so they no longer had any reason to have any doubts about me, but I still declined, and I told them that I was not open to discussing this anymore.

When I said that, they started to get agitated and told me that it was their idea to have the pre-nup in the first place, so now I should respect whatever they say. and have it dissolved since they don't think it's necessary anymore and because they are older and more experienced. They think that we should take their advice to avoid any bitterness in the future. Honestly, I had no idea what they were even talking about, but after some bickering, I told them that I had no interest in talking about the pre-nup anymore, and since my wife, and I had no plans of getting divorced any time soon, they should drop it as well. But they simply refused to let it go until it turned into a fight and all the drama that we had been sweeping under the rug for so many

years started coming out. I finally brought up how they had only designed that pre-nup and brought it to me because they wanted to humiliate me and remind me that I was not in the same tax bracket as them, and now that I had surpassed them, they suddenly wanted to pretend as none of that had ever happened. And their point was that they only wanted their daughter's future to be secure because in case I turned out to be a gold-digging husband who was going to leach off of her for as long as we were married, they wanted her to at least have a safety net in the form of that pre-nup and they were just looking out for their daughter. So that went on for a while, and after some time, I was too tired to keep arguing with them anymore, so I decided to tell them that I was done,

and I wanted them to leave. I thought I was being perfectly reasonable by asking them to leave because we were getting too loud and my son was asleep, so I did not want to wake him up. Besides, it was quite late at night at the time, so I just wanted him to go away and then I would be able to get some sleep and take my mind off this. However, they took offense at that, and they told me that the only reason I had even been able to get to the place that I am today was because of the support that their daughter and they had given me. And there, I would beg to differ because they had never supported me, they had only ever

supported their daughter. I know that in the beginning, I had mentioned that they would occasionally send money to us while I was still working on my business, and I'm really grateful to them for that, but that was not for me. That was for their daughter, and we could have easily survived without their help as well because I did have some savings of my own. The only times that they would send money was when my wife would ask them for it, and that money was specifically for her own purpose because sometimes she would run short after all the household expenses for us. I had offered to dip into my savings several times, but she told me not to because her parents had the money and she knew it,

and as long as they were sending it to her, they would not have an issue with it. it. So technically, they did support us but they only did it for the sake of their daughter, they never had any faith in me. And as for supporting me emotionally, let's not even go there, they had never made me feel like a part of the family and they had no right to tell me that I wouldn't have gotten to the place that I am in today without their support. I think I could have easily done it and they had no role to play in it, so they had no right to be throwing it in my face like that. When I said that to them, at which they started yelling at me even louder, and the fight just got worse because they thought that I was being ungrateful

by telling them that they did not have anything to do with my success. After one point, they turned to my wife, and they told her that she needed to make a choice now because they had tried to support our relationship for as long as they could. But this was getting out of hand since I refused to acknowledge their contributions at all. Somehow, my wife managed to convince them to leave, and since then, we haven't spoken. She has stayed in time. She has stayed in touch with her parents and has been trying to get them to apologize, even though I've told her that I don't really need to apologize. I just want to stay away from me, they can visit her freely and even have the same kind of relationship with our son, but all I want from them is to

give me space because I really don't feel like I'm interested in repairing my relationship with them right now. Especially after everything that went down the other day since the fight had been a long time coming in honestly, I'm surprised that we were able to avoid that kind of an emotional confrontation for so many years. But anyway, now it's done and dusted and I just want to stay away from them. However, I recently learned from my wife that while she was trying to convince them to apologize to me for all the things that they said and for treating me badly all these years, they were trying to brainwash her into divorcing me. Last evening, she came to me with her phone and showed me a bunch of messages. She seemed pretty upset because she had been trying really hard

to get things back to normal because my son really loves his grandparents and she just didn't want things to get weird with the family and neither did I, to be honest. But after reading those messages, I'm not so sure anymore because they were refusing to acknowledge the fact that they had ever treated me badly and were acting as if they had every right to have treated me the way that they did, even if it was humiliating for me. And not only were they defending their own behavior, they were also accusing me of being ungrateful for support, which, again, I don't think there was any. And they think that that's the reason why my wife should start rethinking her marriage to me and consider a divorce right now before it gets too late because I clearly don't love her enough to respect her family and since I don't want to dissolve the pre-nup, I'm also obviously suspicious of her now that I have some money of my own. It's all rubbish that they are trying to feed to her so that she gets brainwashed into divorcing me, but she isn't buying any of it.

She's just exhausted trying to talk sense into them. But the only thing that she does think they have a point speaking for is the fact that they have, even if somewhat unwillingly, supported us a little bit financially in our early days when I was working on my business and she was taking care of all the expenses. However, I don't feel like acknowledging that because it was clearly only because they did not want to say no to their daughter, it had nothing to do with me, and if my wife had allowed me to, I would have used my savings to contribute during that time and we wouldn't have had to rely on them at all. Besides, they had always made sure that I never felt accepted into the family and treated me like I was with my wife only for the money,

so it's not like I did not have to face the consequences of that. So I'd offer refusing to be thankful to my in-laws for having supported my wife and I when I was just starting out with my company. Edit, I don't actually have an issue with dissolving the pre-nup, I just had an issue with the timing of it all because recently, my wife and I just made some big purchases for the both of us, but they are under my name. It's not a big deal for her and neither is it for me because I know that we love each other, we're going to make it work, no matter how much we fight. In fact, we are not even fighting right

now, just her opinion that she has placed and I'm considering it, I'm not even outright rejecting it. Divorce is definitely not on the table for us, but I guess my in-laws have been doing some thinking of their own and that is why they made this situation at this time. It's just the timing that got to me because even now, they haven't stopped suspecting me and they think that they care about my wife and always have their daughter's best interests at heart, but I don't, which is why they always have to put me down. It's very obvious that even now, they really haven't accepted me as part of the family and that's what I have an issue with. As for how much they supported us financially in the beginning, I haven't repaid them, but if they ask for it,

then I have no qualms about paying it all back to them. The only reason I haven't offered it myself yet is because I did not think that I owed them that, because as soon as my business started making money, my wife did not have to spend a single dollar out of her own pockets. I've taken great care and at this point in time, I think we can call it even. Whatever money they had contributed, it had been for their daughter so it had always been given to her directly, and I had no part to play in it, and my wife hasn't had to spend much from some personal expenses since my business started making money, so I think my debt has been

repaired in that way. But even after that, if my in-laws think that I should pay them back now, I would gladly do it if that gets them off my back. Update 1, hi, everyone. So it has been a week since that fight that I had with my in-laws and from what I have read so far, people have mixed opinions on my situation, but I have made up my mind. I'm going to return all the money, I do have an arbitrary figure and I'm doing well for myself now, so I don't want to owe them anything. Neither do I want to constantly feel like I am indebted to them forever, and I need to worship the ground that they walk on because of that. I want to be able to stand up for myself without having them throw this in my face and the only way to deal with this problem is by paying them back

all the money that they claim to have supported us by contributing in our initial days. I discussed this idea with my wife, and she thinks it's good enough, since her people. parents have not stopped, trying to brainwash her into filing for a divorce from me because they think that I have disrespected them several times. Even though they have never taken into account with the fact that they have also disrespected me and even my family on several occasions. If they can't handle it when I am treating them the same way that they have treated me and my family for years, I don't think they had the right to be dishing it out in the first place either. Besides, I think I was quite polite with them in the beginning before the argument started, and they

started bringing up personal stuff and going below the belt. But with them, they have always been outright against me and have never even pretended that they like me or my family. So I think the way that I behave with them was quite reasonable after spending so many years suppressing my feelings and trying my best to be respectful of them. Now, by paying back the money, I will owe them absolutely nothing, since they have never supported me emotionally or even pretended like they accept me. And both my wife and I are really exhausted, trying to deal with the situation at hand, so we are hoping that writing them a check will solve all our problems. Usually, that's not the way I go in relationships, since I know that throwing money at something will not solve the problem.

But with them, I think that's the way to go because they are literally that materialistic and selfish. I can't imagine any other parents in the world trying to ruin their own daughter's marriage, especially when a kid is involved because they think that their own ego is bigger and more important than everything else. It just speaks volumes about how much they actually care for her and how much they like to pretend that they have her best interest at heart. But the reality is that the only thing that they care about is their image, their ego, and themselves. Update 2 so earlier today, my wife spoke to her parents and told them that I was ready to write them a check and end this whole situation because it was getting exhausting to deal with, even for her.

And since all of this had started because of the money, maybe writing them a check to repay them for everything that they had done for us in the past is going to fix things. But of course, that did not fix anything. And they got offended at the suggestion itself, that they could be bought out. They told my wife that this was not about the money, which is strange because, from the way that they were behaving the other day while we were fighting, it felt like it was all the way. about the money. However, now, all of a sudden, it's about the respect that I have never shown them, which is insane because I can literally claim the same thing for them. My wife and I don't even

know what they are talking about because I have always behaved very politely and civilly with them. It's they who have always had an attitude with me. I have literally never disrespected them. But they think that this one incident of me refusing to acknowledge and be thankful for the fact that they had supported us a little bit, in the beginning, is equal to years and years of them taking advantage of my love for their daughter and constantly trying to instigate me or my family members by being as disrespectful as they possibly can. It is not the same thing at all, and at this point, even my wife agrees that they didn't support me as much as they're claiming they did. And on top of that, I've already said that I'm going to pay them back so I won't owe them anything.

We don't see where the problem is. If this is going to be about it, respect instead of money, I really don't think that I owe anything to them, for reasons that I have already mentioned. Thankfully, they are not speaking to me at the moment. They are only interacting with their daughter, and my wife is completely on my side. They are still trying to brainwash her into filing for a divorce and now, they started telling her that she needs to start taking our son under her wing and stuff. And I really can't imagine resuming a normal relationship with them after all of this. It's just pathetic that ruining our marriage won't be enough for them. They need my wife to file for custody because of their own ego. I mean, I think this is a reason

enough for me not to respect them at all because this is the kind of treatment that I have been receiving ever since I met my wife. Update 3, it has been slightly over two weeks since that fight that I had with my in-laws and for the past couple of days, my wife has not been responding to them because she thinks it's a lost battle. She had tried her best to explain to her parents why they were wrong, but they kept telling her to file for a divorce and she got tired of trying to fix the situation all by herself. They had made it clear that they were not interested in fixing things anymore. So she had stopped replying to them and that's why they decided to show up at our house today.

I was the one who opened the door to them, and they ignored me and walked straight in and started calling for my wife. At this point, I'm not even surprised that they are acting like this after a woman. accusing me of being respectful to them. They are just hypocrites and they will always be just like this. Anyway, I didn't even say anything. I just kept waiting for my life to come out and after a while, when she did, she immediately told her parents that she was not interested in speaking to them unless they were ready to acknowledge our side of things.

They started telling her that they were only here to confront her about her behavior because she was going the same way that I did and becoming increasingly disrespectful to them as well. If I was indebted to them, so was she and she shouldn't forget that. When her parents made that statement, she immediately lost her temper and started shouting at them, and rightfully so. She was their daughter, she hadn't asked them to do anything for her, they had just done stuff for her, and now, they did not have the right to hold it against her since it had all been done of their free will. If they had wished, though, they could have easily declined and we could have still made it work without their help. It's not like other parents don't do stuff like this for their kids, but they do it out of love,

not because they want to throw this in their faces later, like my in-laws. As for gratitude, we had tried our best to be grateful to them and show them respect in spite of their ridiculous behavior with me and my family over the past years. Even then, we hadn't said anything and had quietly put up with it because we did not want to create any drama and wanted to be respectful of them so that the peace of the family was maintained. But at this point, it was impossible not to stand up against them. Now, they have to realize that they cannot constantly demand to be respected, sometimes they have to earn it and this is one of those times. So my wife ended up arguing with them for quite some time, but I said nothing and just

stood in the corner because I did not want to interact with them at all. After some time, my wife started getting agitated, so I went to her side so I would be able to calm her down, and my in-laws started freaking out at me, blaming me for all of this. Because apparently, all of this had started because of my refusal to dissolve the pre-nup and I had to correct them. I told them that this had not started because of that. This had started when they decided that they were going to treat me badly just because I was not from the same circle of rich kids that they had expected their daughter to pick from while choosing a life partner. That's what they were really mad about for all these years and that's why they had always treated me badly, but I had put up with it,

simply because I did not want to make a whole thing out of it. However, they couldn't get away with it all the time and they needed to realize that, which is why I had refused to dissolve the pre-nup because they need to know that I am not going to be a puppet for them and do as they say. Things got even more heated after that since now I was also involved, but I did not let them get to me and kept my cool. They kept shouting at me, saying horrible things and cursing me out to make me mad, but I just refused to let them get under my skin because I knew that that's exactly what they wanted, and that made them even more upset. Then, they finally realized that they wouldn't be able to get to me and so, they told my wife that she needed to seriously

choose between her family and me and she declared that she was going to choose her family, which meant that she was going to choose her husband and her son. She told her parents to get out of her house and that they were going to be receiving the check soon, after that we would be done and dusted. Her parents were shocked because they obviously had not expected this reaction from her. They had probably just believed that they were going to get another chance because that's what usually happens. But honestly, my wife and I have had enough, and when they tried to argue after that, my wife told them that she was going to call the police and have them arrested if they did not leave immediately and they finally left. After that, we blocked them everywhere and we

are finally going to cut them out of our lives. It's going to be hard to explain to our son why he can't see his grandparents anymore, but it's fine. He has another set of grandparents who love him just as much, and maybe in the future, we will be able to reconcile, but for now, this has to be done. We had tried really hard to make things work with them, but unfortunately, they want that. They only want things to work on their terms and that's not going to be possible anymore. I am honestly glad that I took a stand for myself and so did my wife. Some things had to be addressed and we are very happy that we've dealt with the situation now. I hope you enjoy this story. Spouse declines to correct her entitled child who intimidates my

less privileged child over his secondhand garments from the charity shop. I, a 45-year-old male, am in a relationship with my partner, a 47-year-old female. Both have teen sons from previous relationships. Her son Noah, 14, and my son Spencer, 15. Spencer's biological mom, my ex, is a deadbeat who doesn't pay her child support and hasn't spoken to Spencer in years, while Noah's biological dad is very involved in Noah's life and takes him every other week. Noah's dad also makes a fair bit more money than either me or my wife, and this leads to Noah having nicer things than Spencer. For example, Noah has a fairly new eye-fifes. phone, while Spencer has an old model with a cracked screen.

Noah's dad has promised to pay his way through college, while Spencer works two part-time jobs, by his choice, to start saving up but will still probably have to take out loans. Most relevant to our current problem is that Spencer wears almost exclusively secondhand slash thrift clothes while Noah's dad buys him department store slash name brand clothes. Because of the difference in the way the two boys dress, Noah has taken to making fun of of Spencer for looking like a hobo, like he crawled out of a gutter, and like trailer trash. These are just nasty, unnecessary, and, in my opinion, very classist insults. It's not like Spencer doesn't put effort into his appearance either.

We just don't have the money to fill his closet with $1.30 t-shirts and $75 pairs of jeans. Now, Spencer has a bit of a temper, and the difference between his things and Noah's things is a sore spot. As a result, the boys have gotten into several shouting matches and one major physical altercation. Spencer is tall for his age, and Noah hit puberty late, so it was more of a beat down than a fight, though no one went to the hospital. I've spoken to my wife multiple times about disciplining Noah, but she insists that he's just doing it to get a reaction out of Spencer, and the solution is for Spencer to stop falling for it rather than any consequences or even a strong conversation for Noah. I may have accepted this if Noah was in elementary school, but he's a teenager, and a teenager needs to be at least told not to antagonize his stepbrother, who he knows as outbursts.

I've tried to talk to Noah myself, but he just says, you're not my dad. You can't tell me what to do. And yes, I have talked to Spencer about keeping his temper in check, but at this point, it's not his fault when he's constantly being demeaned for something he has no control over. So, after the aforementioned physical incident, I gave my wife an ultimatum, discipline Noah, or I'm leaving. I told her that I couldn't keep my son in a home where he's constantly on edge because she refuses to parent her son. I told her that, as a step-parent, I have little authority over Noah, so it's on her to set him straight. She asked me if I was seriously considering divorcing her over the way she parents her son,

and I said yes, that this isn't about her, but about protecting my son from Noah's bullying. She told me I was being manipulative and that threatening divorce over every little thing is abusive. I tried to explain that this wasn't a little thing, and she just told me to give her a few days to think things over. I agreed to give her a week before I would contact a lawyer. Ada. More info, as I said, I've tried to talk to Noah, but he's like a brick wall, he won't listen to any one except his mom and dad. I tried to take his phone once, for an unrelated reason, and his mom and dad blew up on me for stealing. And my wife basically told me that I have no right to do anything to him because he's not biologically mine. I don't feel like I have the right to mess with their custody

arrangement and tell her that Noah is welcome only on weekends or something like that, and I felt like taking the nuclear option, divorce, would get her attention and take the issue seriously. Honestly, this was a test, and depending on how she took or didn't take action from my threat, I would weigh our relationship. I admit that my relationship with my wife needs work, but my son is my priority, and I'm not willing to keep him in a house with a bully while my wife and I work on things. Also, when Spencer beat Noah after he had enough, my wife didn't want to involve the cops because no one got hurt bad enough to require a doctor's visit and because she considered it a scuffle

between brothers. I've told my son that he needs to control his anger, and I don't tell him he's a victim. I don't condone violence from my son, but at this point, my son was at his breaking point, so I don't blame him the least. Also, Noah threw the first punch, so yes, I am proud of my son for standing up for himself. Finally, some people here are acting like wearing thrifted clothes is some kind of child abuse, but really, the only difference between my son's clothes and my stepson's clothes is the brand name and where they were purchased. I wear thrift clothes, and so does my wife. It wasn't an issue until Noah decided it made him superior. Update 1, first off, as per everyone's advice in my last post, I've gotten in contact with a

divorce lawyer and have begun to draft papers. Whether or not they'll be filed remains to be seen. Second, I didn't think I'd be updating so soon, but there's been a major development. Yesterday, Noah's father, who I'll be calling Mike, called me. We have each other's numbers, but we generally don't speak, so this was a surprise. I picked up, greeted him and asked what was up. He told me he was calling because of the fight or boys got into and asked me if knew anything about it. So I told him that I did know about it and that, thankfully, neither boy was.

was hurt badly. Then he tells me, good, that's good to hear. Listen, from the way Noah tells the story, your boy, Spencer, was it? Attacked mine over some petty argument over clothes. Now I know my boy can exaggerate, so I figured I'd call to get it from you. So, I tell him what I know and say, yeah, well, now I don't mean to call Noah any kind of liar, but that's only half the story. See, lately, your boy has taken to picking on mine because you can afford to dress him in more expensive clothes. Now, I'm glad that Noah can have the clothes he wants thanks to you, but he's decided that makes him superior to Spencer. Noah called him a hobo, trailer trash, told him he looked like he crawled out of a gutter, and said he wouldn't be surprised if Spencer

ended up on the street in five years. Mike was surprised that his son would say things like that and assured me that that is not the type of thing he teaches him in his house. Then he asked me to tell him more, so I continued with, Right, now my boy can have a temper, and I'm working on that with him be sure, but Noah wouldn't listen when I told him to knock it off. There have been a few yelling fights, and then a couple of days ago, Noah just kept winding him up, and they were shouting at each other, and then Noah swung, and well the rest is history.

Now, Mike was really surprised that Noah was the first to use his hands. I confirmed that was the case, but also clarified that it wasn't a fair fight at all because Noah didn't get another chance, and Spencer did the rest. I told Mike that I was glad neither got hurt too bad and then I told him, let me be frank. Your boy is causing problems in my house, and he needs to stop before he gets put in the hospital. Could you talk to him about it? Sherry, my wife, won't address this, but our relationship is a whole other deal. And then Mike said, oh yeah, for sure, I'll talk to him. And also, so long as no one goes to the hospital, feel free to let your boys set mine straight,

if you know what I mean. That's how I learned to stop being a mouthy little shit. Maybe a little schoolyard justice will do the same for him. I was really appreciative of Mike's approach and told him that I'd pass his message to Spencer, but that I'd honestly prefer less violence in my house. He said he agreed that he was disappointed in Noah and apologized for his behavior with Spencer. Then we hung up. Anyway, Noah goes to Mike's place tomorrow, so hopefully his father can straighten him out. As for my relationship with my wife, I'll be having a serious sit down with her soon.

If we can't work things out, that lawyer of mine will come in handy. And yes, I did tell Spencer what Mike said about setting Noah straight, but I made it clear that Spencer is not to start anything, but if Noah gets physical first, Spencer has my permission to shut him down. Update two so, some of you suggested that Sherry and I have a family meeting with Mike and the boys, and I figured it was worth a try. I called Mike, and he said it was a great idea, but Sherry didn't want to because her divorce from Mike was so chaotic, and she didn't want to make things awkward. It took some convincing, but she caved eventually. I won't go into the little details, but basically, Mike and I tried to explain to Noah and Sherry why what Noah had

been doing was wrong and deserved punishment. But Sherry was being really stubborn and ended up with Mike deciding to take all of Noah's clothes away and give him $100 to make his wardrobe for all of the coming school year, with it reduced down by $15 for each time he insulted Spencer, a moot point now, but he didn't know that at the time. Sherry was, of course, opposed, but there was not much she could do. Mike took Noah and left, Spencer got picked up by my mom, and then I got into it with Sherry. It started out civil, talking about parenting philosophy and our different experiences with bullying and the like.

She just wouldn't calm down, though, and we had the biggest fight of our relationship. I admit, I was a bit at fault, too, for not backing down. What can I say? I'm one stubborn ass. It was an hours-long screaming match that was a while. was basically her defending Noah and saying he has a right to his words because he's smaller, younger, and because he had to go through his parents' messy divorce and he has emotional trauma, I don't actually know if this is true, but to be frank, I don't care. I yelled back that Spencer's mom is a fucking deadbeat, so fuck you and your excuses.

In the end, it devolved into petty insults and ended with her throwing a lamp at me while screaming that she'd rather bang her co-worker, and I ran out of the house and drove to my mom's place. Anyway, a couple of days later, this somehow all got back to Mike, who invited me out for a drink, and I obviously said yes because I really needed one at that point. We got to talking about Sherry, and it turns out you all were right about their divorce, too. According to Mike, he left her because they got into a huge fight after he caught her poking holes in their condoms. She wanted another kid, but he didn't, and she was trying to get her way with an oops baby. They didn't even have a pre-nup, she just managed to blow through all the money she had gotten from him before I met her. So yeah, suffice it to say I'm glad I got myself snipped a while ago.

Anyway, I filed the divorce papers, and I'm fucking devastated, but I know it's for the best. Fuck my life, and thanks for listening to my ranting internet strangers. Also, I'd be happy just to be drinking buddies with Mike, he's really cool. And considering the shit I'm about to get into, I'm going to need someone to drown my feelings with. Two weeks ago, I would never have imagined it would come to this, but leaving her feels like a weight off my shoulders. Honestly, like I said, I'm just glad we don't have any kids together. This will be my last update. I'm going to focus on screwing her over as badly as I can. Seriously, fuck you, Sherry.

Now on to the next story. Story 2. Best friend friend, 22M, wants me, 20m, to step aside so he can date my unofficial girlfriend. 18F. A little over three years ago, I had just gotten out of a relationship with a girl who was really abusive. I broke up with her shortly before I graduated high school and wanted to take some time to focus on myself. Of course, a few weeks after the breakup, I met the most gorgeous girl I've ever met, and we really hit it in. off. I'll refer to her as Lila. She had also gotten out of an abusive relationship, so neither of us was looking for anything serious. At the time, my driver's license was suspended, too much speeding, bad time in my life, learned my lesson, and my friend, I'll call him K,

offered to drive me to see her. For a few months, we would mostly just hang out together because we all got along really well, and she and I would mostly just cuddle up if we were all watching a movie. Sometimes, we would sneak off for a few minutes to make out a little, but not long because we didn't want to be rude to Kay. Lila and Kay developed their own friendship during this time, but it was obviously platonic on both ends, like an older brother slash younger sister dynamic. Kay also had a girlfriend of four years then, but they were hanging by a thread. After six months, I got my license back, and I'd see Lila slash take her out without K. At that point, Lila and I started sleeping together.

We both really liked each other, but I panicked and sort of ghosted her for a few weeks. Lila and Kay continued talking, and he said he wasn't going to stop being friends with her because I was being an idiot. Fair enough. I realized I was being stupid, and Lila agreed to see me again. We immediately picked right back up where we left off. Around this time, Kay and his girlfriend broke. up, so I moved in with him. I would see Lila a few times a week, and she would come to our place on the weekends, and we would all hang out. That continued for several more months

until she ghosted me for about two weeks. She told Kay she was afraid I would bail again, and she didn't want to go through the pain again. We worked it out, but embarrassingly, this cycle has since been repeated once or twice. Not in over a year, though. Over the last year especially, I've noticed Kay has acted differently around Lila. He'll flirt with her in front of me. She's very friendly with him, but does not flirt back and pulls away when he touches her. I told him I didn't like it, but he said it doesn't matter if he flirts with her, she loves me. She says she doesn't feel that way about Kay at all, and everything indicates that's the truth. Kay has also started drinking more lately, and the other night, Lila was not here, he started whining

about life not being fair. I took the bait and asked what was wrong, and he started rambling about how Lila was too good for me, and I didn't deserve her. I agree, but it still pissed me off. He then told me he was in love with her and had been for a while, and if I cared for either of them at all, I'd step aside so he could pursue her. I didn't want to argue with him while he was drunk, so I went to bed. I confronted him in the morning, and he doubled down. He said that I couldn't commit, I couldn't give her what she wanted slash needed, she wasn't my girlfriend, and she was fair game to try to date. Am I wrong for thinking this is messed up? Lila and I do have an unconventional relationship, I'll admit. We don't refer to each other as boyfriend

slash girlfriend, but we don't sleep with other people, we tell each other we love each other, she usually stays at my place, and we have a good relationship with each other's families. I think we're pretty happy together. I know she doesn't want to be with him, so I'm not worried about that, but since Kay said those things, I can't help but question if I'm being unfair to Lila by holding her back with me. More info, when we started sleeping together, we did have a conversation and agreed we didn't want to sleep with or date other people, but we also didn't want to put a label on our relationship.

We do discuss it occasionally and have always been on the same page, but we have gotten a lot more serious in the last year. The more I type it out, the dumber it seems not to make things more official, though. Kay is obviously free to try his luck, but she has said she's not interested. If anything, he'll just mess up his friendship with her. I honestly never saw it as dragging her along. We both did bail in the past, but we've also each been seeing therapists, separately, for over a year now to work out our commitment issues, and we haven't repeated that cycle since. So, I'm not going to bail again. I am completely in love with her, and she's honestly the only person I can see myself ever being with. She feels the same way, but how do you really ask out a

girl you've already been exclusively dating for three years? This morning, I did talk to him again and told him what she had said to me, with her permission, which was essentially that his advances have been making her uncomfortable, and if he wants to maintain any friendship with us, then he's got to roll things back to how they used to be. He said he wouldn't believe it until he heard her say it herself, without me around. I'm conflicted about that because I don't want to come across as controlling, but I also worry about his reaction when she rejects him. She said she was going to try calling him before agreeing to see him.

My guess. He'll claim I'm with her, he'd be right, so he won't accept it. He's trying to manipulate her. He knows it's heartbreaking for her to disappoint anyone, and I think he's trying to play off that. I feel bad for him because he's obviously going through some shit, but Kay has seen my relationship with Lila from the beginning. Everyone who knows us knows the deal. Update 1. I wanted to thank everyone who took the time to respond to my post and update anyone who might be interested in the outcome.

I have been staying with Lila for about a week now, since the initial come. confrontation with Kay and thanks to people here, I was sure I wanted to ask her if she wanted to make things more official. She ended up making things even easier for me, as luck would have it. Lila asked me if it might make things easier if I just told Kay that she was my girlfriend. I jumped on that opportunity and asked if I could tell everyone she was my girlfriend, and she said yes. She and I are going to look at a few apartments this week since I obviously need a new living situation, and we want to move in together. K. and I had a few brief discussions after he told me he wanted to be with Lila. I had told her

everything Kay had said to me, and she was not the least bit interested in him, which I had assumed. I also told him that she is officially my girlfriend now, which should satisfy his concerns about my not committing to her. However, he refused to believe any of it without confirmation from her, in person, without me around. She initially agreed to meet with him on Sunday, with her, the plan that they would meet at her house, since she lives with her mom and stepdad, but he rejected that, saying he wanted to meet at the apartment, without me there. She told him she wasn't comfortable with that. If he wanted to meet up without her parents or me there, they at least had to be somewhere

public. I understood him not wanting me in the room or getting his heart broken in the middle of a Starbucks or something, but him rejecting her parents' house when they'd always been friendly with him was a big red flag for us. I don't even think I'm going back to the apartment to get the rest of my stuff. He got pissed that his threatening behavior made her feel threatened and went on a tirade, calling her every name in the book. She told him she wasn't going to see him again at all and blocked his number.

He has reached out to me a few times, ranging from sad to aggressive, I'm a text or two away from blocking him as well. Hopefully, he'll just move on, and it won't come to that. I hope he's able to get his life together, but I can't help him at this point. If he does try to contact her again, then she's going to try to get a restraining order. I've also told our mutual friends what is happening and that he can't know where a new apartment will be under any circumstances. Edit, to clarify, we both wish him well, but neither of us wants to continue a friendship with him under any circumstances. Since posting this, I have also blocked him.

I agree with posters that there is no point in keeping any lines of communication open anymore. I have also reached out to some friends to help get the rest of my stuff out, but I was already able to get everything important when I first left. He can make a shrine out of my old shirts if he really wants. Again, thank you to the posters who helped me navigate this situation. Update 2. Okay, so my stuff is out, thanks to two of my friends, who are also friends of K., Frenda tried ahead of time to convince Kay to leave so we could get everything out without him, but it wasn't happening.

Kay said he wanted to make sure I didn't mess with his stuff, which is ironic, since he tried messing with my relationship. Frenda then offered to act as a buffer so friend by and I could get my stuff out. When we first got to the apartment, Kay was obviously drunk but calm and seemed almost apologetic. I had already decided I wasn't going to engage with him at all because I didn't see the point anymore. He did not like being ignored, apparently and started going off, gradually saying worse and worse shit. He started saying shit about Lila, but I was able to ignore him and let it roll off my back until he told me I might need to fuck her up and get her in line. He knows her ex before me was abusive. I'm very thankful my friends were able to get me out of there quickly because I have never been so angry like that in my life.

It's crazy. He's been texting other mutual friends to find that. out where we signed our lease. They had to block him, too. I do not want any further contact with him and have told him that. I do hope he can get his shit together, but I'm done with him either way. I hope you enjoy this story. Canceled my marriage ceremony after my partner covertly permitted children but prohibited my adolescent daughter and asserted it was due to my daughter spoiling our prenuptial celebration by falling ill. 38M was supposed to get married to Addison, 40F, earlier this week, but I cancelled it at the very last minute. We have been together for the past three years. We got engaged about six months ago and up until the engagement. Everything was going

fine. Things started going downhill when we started talking about who we wanted to be there at the wedding and since I have a daughter, I wanted her to be there, but Addison made it very clear that she did not want any kids at the wedding. It was a weird stance, especially considering the fact that she has two children of her own from a previous marriage as well and she also has six nieces and nephews who she is very close to. So I didn't understand why she didn't want any kids at the wedding, especially since all the people that we had invited were also parents. We had a bunch of fights about it initially, but then, I gave in and I told her that as long as she was not going to invite any kids from her side of the family, I was fine with keeping my daughter away from the wedding.

And for the record, my daughter is not even a little kid, she is 14 years old, but that did not make any difference to Addison. She told me that she didn't want any exceptions and as much as she adored my daughter, her own kids, and even her nibblings, she wanted a stress-free wedding and she didn't want to offend anybody with kids, so she was keeping all kids out. I was quite upset about it, but if she wanted a child-free wedding so bad, I figured that I wouldn't be able to do anything about it since she had already. made up her mind. Besides, the wedding itself was going to be pretty small, we were literally getting married in my parents' backyard with just a couple of our friends and family attending. So I figured that the kids wouldn't be missing out on anything too much fun and I was fine with her decision until a couple of days before the wedding. That was when I found out that while she had told everybody else that this was going to be a child-free wedding, she was still going to have her own kids and

her nibblings at the wedding. I was at work when I received an email from her younger sister Kate and it was just a bunch of photos of her two daughters dressed in wedding appropriate clothes and she was basically asking for approval. I was confused for a couple of seconds until I noticed that Kate had sent that email to our joint email address that we had created specifically for wedding-related communications so guests could RSVP and other stuff, like for vendors, and all that. I knew it must have been an accident but it was too late, I'd already taken a screenshot. I had already seen the email since I was taking a break and they got unlucky with the timing. A couple of minutes later, after I had put two and two together

and figured out what was going on, I tried to check the email again, but of course, by then, Addison had deleted it already. I was furious about what she was trying to do, but when I got back home that day from work, I didn't say anything. I pretended like everything was fine and initially, she was acting a bit strange. probably out of fear that I might have read that email and figured things out, but when I didn't give anything away, she got normal as well. This was about two days before the wedding and I knew that she was up to something behind my back, so I decided to speak to my daughter about how she felt regarding Addison. I had had the talk with her earlier as well, even before I had proposed,

but I thought that it would be better to talk to her again because by then I was having serious second thoughts about the wedding. And I'm lucky that I did make that decision. because when I spoke to my daughter, she told me that before the engagement, Addison had always been very nice to her whenever they met, but after the engagement, something had definitely shifted. My daughter told me that she hadn't spoken about it to me because she would see that I was really happy with Addison and she did not want to ruin that, but after the engagement, Addison started behaving weirdly with her because every time that she would visit, Addison would behave very differently when I was not around. According to my custody arrangement, I'm supposed to have my daughter for half the month and that's a pretty significant chunk of time. And from what she has told me, apparently, Addison would switch on the charm whenever I would come back home from work, but for the rest of the time, she would totally ignore my daughter

and that hadn't been the case before the engagement. It was really bizarre hearing about it. And then when my daughter told me that when she was told that Addison wanted a child-free wedding, she figured that she probably didn't want her in her life that much anymore. And so she didn't even fight for it. I felt really disappointed in myself for even allowing Addison to walk all over me and talking me into not inviting my own daughter to my wedding. And that was when I decided to cancel this wedding. I spoke to Addison just the day before the wedding and I decided not to bother going back home that day. Addison tried to contact me several times, but I didn't respond and I knew that

she would contact my parents next, so I instructed them to tell her that I would see her on the day of the wedding itself. And instead of going back home that day, I just spent the entire day with my daughter because I felt like I really needed to make up for all this. By the end of the day, both of us felt significantly better, and after dropping her back at her mom's place, I crashed in a hotel room and went straight to my parents' place the next morning with just an hour to go before the ceremony was supposed to begin. When I showed up, I could. I could, see that a couple of people had already arrived, including my in-laws and both of Addison's sisters, Kate and Amelia. And unsurprisingly, even their kids were with them, all six of Kate

and Amelia's children and even Addison's two kids were there, running about because all of them were under twelve. When she saw me, Addison rushed to greet me at the door and started explaining that, even though she had specified it to Amelia and Kate that this was going to be a child-free wedding, they still couldn't leave the kids behind and so, we would have to accommodate them along with her children, since in spite of her instructions. Her parents believed that it would be weird to get married without her own kids. She was coming up with a bunch of ridiculous explanations and I could tell that she thought I was mad, but I didn't even say anything until she was done talking. And then, she started asking me about why I was dressed, where I had been

the previous night and stuff. I just laughed in her face, brought her. brought out my phone and showed her a screenshot of that email that Kate had accidentally sent to the joint email account and that was enough to shut her up. She knew instantly that she was caught, there was no talking her way out of this, so she just started apologizing, but it was too late. I told her that I had spent the previous day with my daughter, and I had found out that for the past couple of months, ever since we got engaged, she had been treating her differently and at this point, I didn't even want an answer or an explanation. I just wanted to tell her that we were through,

I was not getting married to her because it was obvious that she did not value my daughter and it was really sad because I had never treated her children any differently from my own daughter. But it was clear that me and my family did not hold any value in her life, and so, I didn't think it was a good idea for us to be getting married anymore. Having said that, I didn't even wait for her to say anything, I just walked off. She kept calling for me, but I didn't even turn around, I just walked back to my car. Then I drove to the hotel and then, because I had nothing else to do, I took a really long nap. I woke up around noon to thousands of messages from everybody that I knew who had been invited to the wedding,

my friends and family were all very confused and my in-laws were very upset. But I couldn't bring myself to care about any of that, I just explained the situation as briefly as I could to my friends and family and left it at that and then I went to see my daughter. I told her that I had called off the wedding and that now, I would spend more time with her because I felt like in the past couple of months, we had started disconnecting without even realizing it because I knew that earlier, if she had a problem with anybody seeing. She would have come to me immediately and because she hadn't done that with Addison, I knew that there was a problem. Both of us got a little emotional, but at least we were

able to sort that out. Now, coming to Addison, that's what I've been struggling with. It's been five days since the day that we were supposed to get married and by now, pretty much everyone knows exactly why I cancelled the wedding. It's not just about her behavior with my daughter, it's also about the dishonesty and I think that's a huge deal breaker in any relationship. I've been cheated on twice before this and I know for a fact that it always starts with small lies. So for me, any form of dishonesty is something that I can't tolerate and this was a pretty big lie that she told and she expected to get away with it. And that's why I don't think that I did anything wrong by breaking off the wedding at the last moment and quite frankly, I can't bring

myself to pretend to care that I did it at the very last moment. It might have been very unceremoniously done, but I think it's fair enough since that's exactly how she planned to spring the whole situation with the kids onto me, at the very last moment. However, her family is very upset that I didn't even give her a chance to explain and think that I'm being unfair. Addison, along with the rest of her family, has been texting me nonstop and all she has to say in her defense is that she couldn't outright ask me not to invite my daughter but she had her reasons and she finds it very insulting in spite of being with her for so many years. I didn't think that our relationship deserved at least a conversation before I just ended it like.

that. She hasn't mentioned the reasons, she told me that she's only going to talk to me about it in person so I don't know how she could possibly explain not wanting to invite my daughter to our wedding because as far as I'm concerned. I don't think she's ever had any problems with my daughter and vice versa. But I feel like I should have at least spoken to her maybe. I don't know why, but all of a sudden, for the past couple of days, I've been feeling very guilty. I feel like I should have just been honest with her instead of creating so much drama and pretending like everything was fine until the last minute. The day that I found out what she was planning, I should have just come back home from work and confronted her about it,

but I didn't and I feel like if I had done that, a lot of the drama that's happening right now could have been avoided. I feel like a bit of a jerk because of that and it's been bothering me. So, Ida for not speaking to my fiancé and cancelling the wedding at the last minute. Update 1. It's been three days since I posted and I'm still staying in the hotel but today, I reached out to Addison and I told her that she had to move out of the house at the earliest. After all, it used to be my house before she moved in, so I think it's only fair that now that we are done, she has to move out. I've given her until the end of the month and until then, I think I'm going to crash with a friend because I don't think staying in a hotel is a feasible

long-term idea. Apart from that, I'm feeling much better about my decisions because my friends have reassured me that at the end of the day, I chose what was most important to me and that's being a father. I don't think that I have to be sorry that my daughter is most important to me. If anybody has a problem with that, they can stay out of my life. But I'm not going to be apologetic for choosing my daughter, I really don't care what Addison's reasons were. If she can't explain it to me through text, I don't think I need to hear them at all because right now, I just don't want to see her at all. I've also blocked her parents and her

sisters since they were clearly in on her plan the entire time and they didn't breathe a word of it to me. It's just really disappointing because I actually got along quite well with these people and I had really assimilated into their family, or at least that's what I believed before all of this happened. Anyway, so far, I hadn't been responding to it. Addison but last night, I told her to look for a place and I also told her that whatever reason she had for not wanting to invite my daughter, she could either explain it to me through text or she could just let it go because whatever damage had to be done. It's already been done and there's no going back from this at this point. That's all I had to say to her, and after that,

she hasn't replied. And for those of you who were asking, I'm sorry, but I really don't know what her reasons for suddenly becoming so different around my daughter could possibly be. I've spoken to my daughter at length about this because I am really curious, but unfortunately, she had no idea either. When I showed her the messages and spoke about the reasons, she was just as confused as I was, and she told me that when Addison started acting differently around her, even she had been very taken aback and she had even tried to get the relationship back to normal in the initial stages after the engagement. But she just kept acting coldly and was pretty much indifferent to all the efforts that my

daughter put in. So if anything, Addison was the problem here from whatever I've heard from my daughter. And I know a lot of kids find it very difficult to come to terms with the fact that their parents are moving on but trust me, my daughter is not one of those kids and she's definitely not lying about Addison. For starters, her mom and I never had been married. We had just been dating for two years when we had her and we broke up when our daughter was just three years old.

So she barely even remembers us being together and on top of that, my ex has been married for the past five years as well. I know for a fact that my decision to move on and get married to Addison did not bother my daughter at all and like I said, they used to have a good relationship until recently. And I'm not claiming that my daughter is a perfect little angel, though in my eyes, she might be, but I know she's not a liar, and least of all about things like this. She knows how much I value honesty and transparency above all in my loved ones, so I truly don't believe that my daughter might be lying to me about Addison.

Anyway, it doesn't really matter because I don't think that Addison is going to come clean to me about whatever her reasons were because it's been several hours since I texted her, and she still hasn't replied. And usually, she's always on her phone, since she works from home and her job requires her to be active on her phone constantly. So it's probably very unlikely that she hasn't seen my message and she always replies as soon as possible, which is why I'm pretty sure that she's just choosing to ignore me right now. It doesn't make any difference to me, though, I just want her out of my house so I can go back to living comfortably in my home since this hotel arrangement is a bit awkward and I have to go

back to work in a couple of days. Update two so it's been three days since I texted Addison and earlier today, she finally replied to me. She told me that she could understand why I did not want to see her in person. But it was extremely important that I meet her so she could tell me her reasons as to why she did not want my daughter at the wedding, so I did not end up misunderstanding her. Regardless of the fact that we were broken up now. She told me that she didn't want me to perceive her as the bad guy in the situation because at least according to her, her reasons were completely valid and she didn't want to hurt me, so that's why she had to lie to me. That last bit was kind of stupid of her because eventually, she did end up hurting me.

Anyway, I replied to her within half an hour, and I made it very clear that I was not going to be speaking to her in person. Whatever she had to say, she had to say to me by text and that's it. About an hour ago, she finally replied to me, telling me that the reason she did not want my daughter at the wedding was because of something that happened at the engagement party. So unfortunately, on the day of the party, my daughter hadn't been feeling too well. It was my turn to have her for the month, and I already knew that she was not feeling up to it, so I told her that she could just stay in her room that day, but she said that she didn't want to skip the party in spite of being in the same house and even though she was feeling kind of under

the weather, she decided to attend. And a couple of minutes after I had toasted, she decided to go back upstairs and of course, a lot of people did ask questions about whether she was fine or not. But by no means would I say that she stole our thunder, which is apparently what Addison believes my daughter did. Because Addison apparently went upstairs to check on my daughter after she went back upstairs saying that she was too sick to stay downstairs with everyone else, and she overheard my daughter talking and giggling on the phone with somebody else and at the time, she didn't seem to be sick at all. Anyway, that one incident didn't sit right with Addison and for some reason, instead of talking to me or even to my daughter about it, she decided to talk to her sisters

about it and even though I did get along well with them, I can't deny that they had a tendency to stir the pot. So that's what they did, and the whole thing became a lot bigger than it should have been, and she started pushing my daughter away after the engagement, believing that maybe somewhere deep down, my daughter was not happy about us getting married and was probably going to start trying to create problems in the future. It was all based on that one stupid incident and I was so disgusted by her behavior that I did not even reply to Addison after that. Just for context, I did talk to my daughter about whatever Addison told me and she said that she was indeed speaking to a friend of hers after she came back upstairs that day but that didn't mean she was

feeling any less sick. She was still feeling pretty unwell but I don't understand what feeling under the weather has to do with being able to talk and laugh with a friend on the phone. It was completely bizarre and I don't think that Addison's reasons were not as valid as she thought they were. I honestly feel like she might have been insecure right from the beginning and that incident probably just gave her an excuse to stop pretending to be nice to my daughter. I'm lucky that I did not end up marrying her because I'm sure that if I did, she would probably create a lot of problems. Now that I think back on it, there were a lot of instances where she would complain about me never paying her enough attention and not spending enough time with her,

mostly when my daughter was around, even though she was the same way with her kids and I never complained about it because I did not think that was worth complaining about. I thought it was a good thing that she was being a good parent and I never thought that she would be insecure about something like this. Even in my previous posts, I had mentioned that I hadn't been able to devote enough time to my daughter, and one of the major reasons for that was Addison. I never really noticed it because she was so subtle about it, but she was constantly finding ways to keep me so busy, both emotionally and with tasks, that I didn't even realize what she was doing. I guess I just never connected the dots myself because I was too invested

in our relationship and the red flags just don't show up until it's too late. But I'm glad that finally, I was able to get out of that relationship because if we were going to be together at the cost of my relationship with my daughter, then I didn't want it. Especially after that stupid message that she sent today, I don't even know what to make of it. For a while, I really did think about responding to her and reading her the riot act because I couldn't believe that she had ruined our relationship or something as silly as this, which could have been resolved by just talking it out. But then, I decided against it because it's really not worth the trouble.

I would much rather just ignore her until it's time to finally see her. again and it's probably going to be pretty soon because I need to get back to work and for that, I need my work close so I'm going to have to go back home to collect that. I just hope that she finds a place to stay soon because even though I've spoken to a couple of my friends and all of them are more than willing to let me stay with them, quite frankly, I just want to move back home and I really want her out now. Update 3, two days ago, I posted here and earlier today, I went back home to collect my clothes and stuff. I've moved out of the hotel room, it was getting too expensive and I was on my way

to a friend's place so I thought I would just stop by and collect everything that I need. I didn't reply to Addison after that message that she sent me, and I just blocked her. So I had no way of finding out whether she was home or not, but I just decided to take the risk and I showed up in the afternoon and unfortunately, she did happen to be home. She seemed very upset to see me and I could tell that she really wanted to talk to me, but I just started hurrying through everything that I needed to do because I thought that the quicker I could finish this, the quicker I would get to leave. So she made it for me to get done collecting my things, and right before I was about to walk out of the door, I told her that I

really wanted her to look for a place so I could move back in at the earliest and then, I just started walking back to my car, but she started following me. She kept talking throughout, she told me that she really did feel sorry for everything that she had done. She told me that she shouldn't have lied to me, and she should have just been honest with me instead of making such a huge deal out of that incident on the day of the engagement party. She acknowledged the fact that she had been very immature about the whole thing and made a big deal out of nothing but the way her sister had put it to her. It sounded like a huge thing and she had even had a fight with them recently because of that because she had realized that she had inadvertently ruined her relationship

by listening to their advice. She was practically begging me for a second chance and she told me that this time, she was going to make it work with both me and my daughter and I felt really sad hearing it because it was too little and too late. So as soon as I was near my car, I told her that I could understand how she felt. It wasn't easy for me to give up on us either, but it had to be done because for me, there was nothing more important than my daughter and I owed it to her to do what was right. I could tell that she was about to start crying and I really did not want to deal with that, so I just quickly said goodbye to her, reminded her to find a new place, and drove away. I felt like a bit of a jerk doing that to her because seeing her in person was a lot

more difficult than just speaking to her in text or whatever, but it had to be done, so I don't have any regrets. Anyway, I'm crashing with a friend right now and hopefully, by the next couple of weeks, Addison will have found another place and I can resume my normal life. Or whatever normal is going to be from now onwards because I'm pretty sure that this is going to take a long time to recover from. The one good thing that has come out of all of this, though, is that my bond with my daughter has become stronger than ever, and we've gone back to how we used to be before the engagement and everything.

She's telling me everything about her life once again, and there are no secrets between us. It feels nice, and when I spoke to her on FaceTime today and I could see her talking about her day at school, it felt like everything was worth it. We are even planning a getaway to the beach in a couple of weeks and I've also asked a couple of my friends with kids around her age to join in because I think I could really do with a break and just have some fun myself. Since the past couple of weeks have been pretty rough for me. I hope you enjoy this story. Elders presented me with a journey to Paris, but my guardians compelled me to hand it over to my favorite sibling. She collided with her ride hailing vehicle on the route to the terminal.

So I stole the ticket back and went anyway. Hey, so I, 18F, was recently given an international trip to Rome and a check to cover my expenses there by my paternal grandparents on my birthday as a gift. They handed me an envelope with the flight ticket contained within it and the very next day, my parents started manipulating me to give it up to my sister. My older sister, June 21F, is the golden child of the family, in case you guys haven't figured it out by now. My parents started telling me that June is an architecture major, so a trip to Rome could be just what she needed during her vacation to improve her understanding and get to see

better architectural designs in person. I tried to argue with them, saying that I planned on majoring in literature, so the trip to Rome was pretty important for me as well. June already had a chance on her 18th birthday, but she had rejected an international trip when my grandparents had offered it and said that she would rather just have the money that it would cost. So now, it was my turn and I was not giving it up for her. Besides, from what I know, the airline that I was flying doesn't even offer an option to transfer your flight tickets from one person to another unless in very dire circumstances. But they told me not to worry about that, they just needed the ticket and then they would

figure out a way ahead on their own. This argument carried on for several days after my birthday and it's been two weeks since my birthday, so eventually I just gave in and told them that they were free to do whatever they wanted. It was not because I wanted to give up the international trip, I was actually really looking forward to it, but it didn't seem worth it to keep fighting with them and I knew that they would not give up until I agreed to their terms. And they had pretty much started emotionally blackmailing me, bringing up everything that they had done for me and in return, they were only asking me for a little favor.

I thought it was really unfair of them and initially, I argued with them, but a couple of days back, they made a remark out of frustration, saying that they did not want the trip to go to waste and I found that very hurtful. They tried to backpedal pretty quickly, but they had already said it. So apparently, they believed that if I went on the trip it would be wasted, but if June did, it would mean something. My parents tried to make it seem like they had only made this statement because June had already graduated and a trip to Rome would look good on her resume,

I don't understand how, and whereas I would always have a lot of time in the future to go on such trips unlike June, who would have to start working in a couple of months. so I decided to give up the ticket and let them have at it. I just didn't want the drama of dealing with the same arguments over and over again. At least I would still have the check. Besides, I was kind of used to this kind of treatment right from when I was a kid so I wasn't surprised. I also really did not think that the tickets were transferable, according to the airline guidelines that I had gone through,

so I didn't think that they would be able to do much, but I guess they had figured out a way to bypass those rules and that's why. When I was supposed to leave for the airport yesterday, June ended up taking my boarding pass and was on her way to the airport when we received a phone call from the cops, saying that there had been an accident involving June, and they had to bail her out now. Apparently, June had tried to take control of the steering wheel while the cab driver was driving to guide him because she didn't think he was taking the right route to the airport, and out of fear of getting delayed, she made that stupid little move. So, of course, they ended up losing control of the car and crashed into a tree. June was relatively unscathed apart from a few scratches here and there, but the cab driver was seriously hurt because it was his side of the car that had hit the tree and suffered the worst impact. So we might be looking at a broken arm at a really deep cut on the forehead, for which

he had to get a lot of stitches. He has pressed charges against June for causing that accident, so now my parents have to dip into their life savings to bail her out if they want to come to a settlement with the cab driver and prevent this from going to trial and when I heard about this, I couldn't control myself and the words just came out. I ended up saying that this was karma for my parents, forcing me to give up my ticket and trip to Rome. This happened yesterday, they had just explained the entire situation to me and were leaving to go see June and as soon as I said those words. I regretted it instantly because they looked shocked and said that this was not something that I should be joking about. I tried to take it back, but they said that words had

meaning and once I had said it, I couldn't just take it back and expect things to be fine. Now, they knew that I was very selfish and that's why I'd said this about my sister getting into an accident. That pissed me off because I thought it was really hypocritical of them to say such things, especially when they themselves had said that they didn't want the trip to go to waste since that's what they believed would have happened if I went on it. I brought that up, but they told me that they were not even going to dignify that with a response after the remark that I had made and then left to go see June at the hospital. At that point, I was really pissed off so as a spur of the moment decision, I decided to get a cab and head to June as well because it suddenly

occurred to me that I was throwing away this trip for no reason because no matter what I did, my family would never value me or appreciate me. Might as well have them hate me and live my life the way I want. I quickly packed a small bag with my essentials and some clothes. Then I got my ride, followed them in the cab and once we were at the hospital, my parents, and I almost showed up within minutes of each other on the floor, where the cab driver was, and June was still talking to the cops and trying to explain how none of this was her fault, even though it totally was. But I was not there to talk to her. I went up to her and asked her if she still had the boarding pass and she looked very confused and disoriented so I just grabbed her purse and started looking

through it myself, and when I found the boarding pass, I just grabbed it and made a run for it back to the cab, leaving everybody confused. Then, I headed to the airport and thankfully, I was able to make it just in the nick of time. I boarded my flight and then, I was off to Rome. I didn't check my phone for any calls and messages until I landed here and only a couple of hours ago did I find out exactly how pissed my family is at me. My parents, obviously, think that I had been extremely insensitive because June had just been in a terrible accident that she herself had caused, but they seemed to gloss over that fact every time and all I cared about was my trip. And June is pissed because she thinks that I stole this opportunity from her, even though it was

she who stole this from me in the first place. If anything, I'm just reclaiming what was mine and had been stupid enough to give it away. Anyway, the general consensus is that what I did was not the right thing to do so I need to apologize to them, but I don't know if I really should. June also sent me a message saying that my parents were going to have to depend on their savings to come to a settlement with the driver and I knew that my family's financial condition was not that great. So instead of frolicing in Rome, I could have saved the money and handed my parents the check that was given to me on my birthday, but I was just being plain selfish. So Ida for taking off to Rome after my sister got into an accident? Edit, hi, so there are a lot of questions that

people have and I'll answer them so it's easier for you guys to understand the same. situation. First and foremost, what was up with the boarding pass? Well, I really don't think that my parents or June were able to figure out a way to bypass the rules about the transfer of tickets from one person to another. I think her plan was to just get to the airport and wing it or something because if they had managed to be able to do something about it, I wouldn't have been able to board with my passport since they would have required June. So, I think they didn't even have a plan in the first place, which turned out to be lucky for me. Now, why did I continue to live with my family if they have always treated me badly? Why didn't I just go

and live with my grandparents or literally anybody else? Well, you need to understand that this is the kind of treatment that I have been used to ever since I was a child. I'm not saying that it makes it fine all of a sudden but my parents' preference for my sister used to make me feel like I needed to do better to win them over, not that they should have treated me better in any case. It was a strange and self-sacrificial way of thinking, I can't explain it, but that's just what I used. used to believe. So I spent the past 18 years of my life trying to be the best daughter to them so they would finally like me and it led to a lot of disappointment, heartbreak, and frustration for me, but I never wanted to give up. I was a fool to believe that they would eventually come around

since they were still my parents, but that's just how a child's mind works. Also, my grandparents don't live here. They live way outside of the city, away from everything that I have ever known. I didn't want to change my lifestyle, even though it had occurred to me many times that I would be better off living with them. They also don't know how my parents treat me, I don't think anybody in my family does because we are pretty good at hiding it when we are amongst people. Anyway, that's why I did not ever consider leaving my family behind. But, I think I will do that because I'm an adult now, I don't think that I need to please anybody anymore. Coming to my relationship with June. All I can say is we have never been.

been particularly close. I don't hate her and neither does she have anything against me, we just don't get along and that's it. As for my family's financial condition, we are not really rich. In fact, I would say that we are at the lower end of the spectrum since my mom is a psalm and my dad is a high school football coach. They rely on my grandparents for money quite often. I don't know how they're going to tackle this situation though since if they want money from my grandparents, they are going to have to fess up to what they did. So that's how it is with my family. And a lot of you guys were asking me why June was sitting in the passenger seat of the cab anyway and I really don't have an answer for that. It's just out of habit, I guess. Because even when we,

as a family, used to go on road trips and stuff, she would always sit in the passenger seat. That's her spot, I guess. But yeah, she always sits in the passenger seat and I think it might be, because she's a bit of a control freak. I mean, she literally grabbed the steering wheel of the car because she thought a cab driver wouldn't know the right way to the airport and would drive her right into traffic. She thought she knew better than him, which is what caused the accident. So you can imagine the degree to which she needs to be in control.

She even left for the airport almost five hours before the flight was supposed to take off. Make of that what you will. Update 1, hey, so I thought about it for a couple of days. and I decided to just let loose and enjoy my trip because it's unlikely that I'll get an opportunity like this for the next couple of years after I start college. I don't need to worry about my parents or back home. They're all adults and they can take care of this themselves.

Besides, it's not my fault that they decided to stake a claim to what was not theirs originally and ended up getting hit back by karma in the process. You were right, it was foolish of me to expect them to be grateful for my sacrifice. They would still always hate me, and I don't know. need to give up on my fun for that. Anyway, I'm currently living it up in Rome and having the time of my life. I spoke to my grandparents this morning as well, and I explained the entire situation to them, which is the first time I have spoken to anybody about what I go through at home.

Not even my friends knew about the mistreatment that I used to face my parents and how they were always partial to my sister and talking about it felt really good. Most of you guys had this advice from me, that I should speak up about this and let somebody know. So I decided to tell my grandparents and they were both shocked that this was going on for so long and I had never had a word about it. I explained to them I always thought that I kept my mouth shut and kept trying to be a good daughter to my parents. They would eventually be grateful for me and appreciate me, but it was more than clear to me

now that this would never happen. They told me that I had done the right thing and said that after I came back from my trip to Rome, I was supposed to go straight to them and nowhere else. They said that they were going to arrange for me to move out of my parents' house and start living with them instead and when I told them that I would have to move out for college in the fall. They told me that I wouldn't have to worry about it because the college that I had picked was out of state and they said that they were going to bear all the expenses for that. So I guess just one conversation with my grandparents was all that I needed to absolutely

fix my life. Because now, I don't even have to worry about where I'm going to live once I finally get back since I pissed my parents off real bad and I think it's unlikely that they will be welcoming me back with open arms. My parents had already made it clear to me in the beginning, when I had started applying to colleges, that they would not be able to pay for my tuition, even though they had done it for June. They actually used that as an excuse, saying that they had already covered the expenses for one daughter to go to college, but I would have to take care of myself on my own. And now, I don't even have to worry about that. So I'm pretty happy with how things have turned out and within a week, I'll be back home, but now, I will definitely be living a better life as compared

to earlier. Update 2, hi, so my trip came to an end a couple of days ago and now, I'm living with my grandparents. Just as they had instructed me to, I went over to their place as soon as I had landed here, and I was pretty surprised to see that they already had the guest room set up for me to stay, and all the things from my parents' house had been moved here. Once I came back and they welcomed me warmly, my grandparents told me that after my conversation with them, where I had told them everything, they had gone to confront my parents. They were supposed to meet anyway, because my parents had called them up on the evening that the accident with June had taken place and they had called them over so they could discuss what to do and how to go ahead because my parents really did

not want to dip into their savings for the money for the settlement. And they definitely did not want this to go to trial because then, June would be in real trouble because there was dash cam footage to prove that she had caused the accident. And an out-of-court settlement is the only way to go for them. But the cab driver was apparently demanding an incredibly high amount and they needed my grandparents to help them out here. But when they met, my grandparents brought up the situation with me first and asked my parents if it was true that they had been treating me badly all my life and had even asked me to give up my trip so June could go, in my place. At first, they apparently tried to skirt around the question by saying that they were here to discuss the situation.

with June and how to get her out of trouble, and I was in Rome having the time of my life, so it seemed unnecessary to talk about these things. But my grandparents insisted on talking about me because they wanted to get to the bottom of this and eventually, my parents just snapped and said that it was true, but I had proved that this was exactly the kind of treatment that I deserved by abandoning my family in their time of trouble. Apparently, my parents had said that I had only shown up at the hospital to grab my flight tickets so I would be able to make it in time for my trip, without caring about what June or even

what they were going through. They said that I had always been jealous of June because she had been better than me at every single thing and I couldn't stand it, so that was really not their fault. They claimed that they had never treated me unfairly, which was a huge lie. My parents said that I was just being entitled and spoiled, and they were no longer going to entertain it when I came back. That was all that my grandparents needed to hear to make up their minds about cutting off their only son. My grandparents and parents got into an argument over this and my parents ended up telling them that they were free to leave and said that they didn't need their help anymore, since they were actually supporting my selfish behavior. They also said that they didn't

want me back so if my grandparents wanted to take me with them, they were more than welcome to do that as well. So my grandparents eventually got people to pack all the things in my room and moved my stuff to their house, so I could make myself comfortable. After my grandparents told me about whatever had happened with my parents, I ended up crying because it just hurt. I had always known that my parents couldn't care less about me, but they were all that I had known for the past 18 years and my heart was broken. I literally pray that nobody else has to go through crap like this, but anyway, my grandparents were there for me all along and I'm really very grateful for that. Anyway, now I'm not confused, I'm going to be living with them and this is my home now.

I'll definitely be going to college in a couple of months, but until then, my grandparents have promised to be there with me and even when I'm off to college, they have said that I have nothing to worry about since they're going to cover all my expenses. I have had no contact with my parents or June after I came back and I hadn't even checked the last couple of messages that they had sent me because I was trying to make the best of my trip. So I finally checked them today, since I thought I was in a better place mentally and I'm so glad that I did not check these messages earlier because then, I definitely would have had another mental breakdown. June's messages were all along the same lines, I'm selfish and entitled, and I'm spoiled and she's glad that she won't have anything to do with me at this point on Earth because I don't deserve her company anyway. I think she got that a little bit twisted, I think she's the one who doesn't deserve my company, but whatever, it doesn't even matter to me.

It's really my parents that hurt me more than anything else, but at this point, I don't even feel surprised at the things they say to me. My parents sent me a couple of messages saying that what I had done was incredibly heartless and they should have stopped me the second that I showed up at the hospital, but it was their failure that they had not managed to raise me right and then. I slipped through their hands even at the hospital when I made a run for it so I could go on the trip. My family was such a difficult situation.

I did not respond to that message. They sent been treated, even though my parents had always done everything in their power to make sure that I had a comfortable life. I guess my parents don't understand that having a comfortable life is very different from having a good childhood. They said that they sent me to school, fed me, clothed me and I had a roof over my head at all times. There was really nothing more that I could have asked for but in spite of all of that, I was still cribbing about how I was treated by my parents.

They said that just because I was jealous of June, I couldn't make them out to be the villain. because that was simply unfair. And then, they said that they were right about calling me a waste because that's all I really was. I had wasted their time and energy for so many years and now, they were finally glad to be rid of me. That really got to me and I almost cried about it. But I had promised myself after speaking to my grandparents that I was not going to let their harsh words get to me anymore because it's just not worth it. So I didn't cry, but I did block my parents so that they wouldn't be able to have any access to me anymore. Hopefully, I'm going to start my healing journey and get over this eventually because I really

think that after all the trauma that they have caused me, I seriously need to move on and erase every trace of them from my brain completely if I want to live my best life. I don't know if that's actually possible but it's worth a try. Update 3. So the funniest and craziest thing happened today. It's been close to two weeks since I returned from my trip and so far, I have had absolutely no idea what's been going on with my parents in June. But I'm assuming that they are still struggling to come up with the money so they can have an out-of-court settlement with the cab driver because this afternoon, my parents showed up at my grandparents' house and they were

in a vengeful mood. Thankfully, they did not even acknowledge my existence when I opened the door and walked right past me to go to the living room and sit down with my grandparents. I had no idea what to do when I was lurking around the living room, but my grandparents told me to sit down with them. They knew that my parents would not be too happy about this decision of including me in the conversation, and I could see it on their faces, but if they were pissed about it, they did not say anything. Anyway, as soon as we were all seated, my grandparents asked them what they were there for. Since the last time that they had spoken to each other, my parents had made it very clear that they wanted nothing to do with them because they had been supporting my decisions.

My parents said that they were still going to stick to that, but before they cut each other off entirely, they had some scores to settle, and then. They brought out a document with a bunch of calculations on it and said that there was a huge amount of money that they had spent on raising me and since my grandparents had so graciously taken over the duties of parents. They expected themselves to be absolved and said that they wanted all the money that they had spent on me so far to be paid to them by my grandparents now, they were the ones who were responsible for me.

I was shocked that they were here to make such a ridiculous demand and all I could do was just look at them because I had no words for how low this was. I could tell that this was just a way to make us all feel small because they were demanding almost $120,000. It was just crazy. But then, my grandparents said that they just needed a moment to themselves in private and left the room to discuss this between themselves. There was a very awkward silence because it was just me and my parents in the living room and they refused to acknowledge me in any way what's in.

They didn't even look at me, and I found it very awkward, but, thankfully, after a couple of minutes, my grandparents were back. They took their seats, my grandpa, tried to be as calm and polite as possible and said that it was true that they were claiming responsibility and they would gladly repay the amount that my parents had spent on me so far. I was about to interrupt because I thought it was very unfair that they were even asking for this kind of money since it was not something that they had done as a favor to me. They were my parents and they were supposed to raise me. They had only done their duty and even then, they had done the bare minimum so they did not deserve even one dollar out of my grandparents. But my grandparents told me not to interrupt,

and then, they went on to say that they would repay this amount, but only on one condition, that my parents repay all the money that they had borrowed from my grandparents over the years. And that had my parents absolutely stumped, I could see on their faces that they had been owned and I thought it was very funny because they looked like deer caught in headlights so I had to leave the room because I wanted to laugh so bad at them. After that, I didn't come back down from my room until my parents had already left, and when I asked my grandparents what had happened after they left the room, they told me that my parents had tried to argue their way out of this, but there was no way that they could do anything. So eventually, they just ended up cursing out

all of us and left in a huff. Which is just so typical of them but anyway, I don't think they will be back anytime soon after this stunning humiliation. And even if they come back, I don't think it'll be a problem for anyone since my grandparents have proven that they are more than capable of handling them on their own. The fact that my father is their only son is not going to make them go soft on them, and I'm going to be off to college in a couple of months anyway. So I'm honestly just looking forward to that and yeah, going on the trip to Rome was probably the best decision that I could have made. I hope you enjoy this story. Boyfriend deceived me a about having a surgical procedure to prevent pregnancy and attempted to coerce me into having his

child. After I terminated the pregnancy, he made threats against my life. Greetings, everyone. I am a 34-year-old female. Have been in a relationship with Finn M. 47 for a little over a year. I live on my own and he lives on his own, but occasionally I spend the night at his place. Finn is handsome, fit, funny, and charitable. His kindness was what caught my attention. He was just a very thoughtful and kind man and I love that about him. I have struggles with PTSD so I don't feel comfortable with intimacy until I feel safe and trust that person.

Finn said he understood and didn't press it. We didn't start getting intimate until two months in but I was pretty drunk so I was upset the next morning and he comforted me. He didn't get angry or blame me at all. after that we had a healthy sex life. I was adamant he wear protection every time. Once while we were in the middle of playtime, he asked if he could take the condom off. I said no, and he said that it wasn't feeling good to him and he is unable to climax with one on.

I said no again. Afterwards he didn't cuddle or hold me like he always did and said nothing to me. I got up to get a water and ask if he needed anything and leaned over to kiss his cheek. He shied away from my kiss and muttered, oh, now you care about me? I asked him what that was about and he told me he bends over backwards to make me happy, but he didn't get to feel good because I won't let him not wear a condom. I told him I am very worried about pregnancy. I live in a place where abortions are extremely difficult.

He said I am on birth control, so what's the issue? I said that's not 100% and he knew it. I grabbed him a water and told him that if he got a vasectomy, we could talk. They are reversible and accessible. I just cannot get pregnant. We didn't discuss it again and he even apologized for being a jerk the very next morning and took me to the spa. I apologize for ruining the night and he said it was all right and we kind of moved on. Everything was great in around the six-month mark.

He said he thinks we are getting serious and that he considers me his partner and asked about the condoms again. I reminded him of my requirement for that and he said he had to think about it. About two months ago, he had a work trip that lasted a week and a half and when he returned he was all over me. At the time I was going through a difficult depression, I suffer from depression and sometimes it gets really bad. He seemed annoyed and made a remark that I am punishing him from missing and loving me so much and he held my face and started kissing me again. After the back and forth for a few more minutes I just gave up and we had sex. In the middle of it, he asked if he could take off the condom and I said no, but he said he had the

vasectomy. He was so excited to get me in bed he had forgotten to tell me. I stupidly said, well, all right then. After that he would forget the condoms altogether, until my cycle was off. At first I figured it was stress, change in diet, a billion other possible reasons, but this nagging feeling came over me and I got tested. Pregnant. He found me crying on his bathroom floor and asked what was wrong, so I told him and he smiled and laughed like really. That's amazing, baby. And left me there and he went whooping through the other room. When he came back he was rattling off so much info.

He had a dream about this and now it's happening so it must be a sign. My brain finally caught up and I asked about the vasectomy and he said it's not 100% right? Like condoms and pills. I was puzzled as the only goalie we took out of the equation was condoms. He said it was a miracle and I told him absolutely. not. I explained that my best friend lives in a different state and I will be going to visit and also benefit from the reproductive health clinics there. He went silent. He asked me if I really hated him that much and I didn't understand. I said I never want to be pregnant and that he knew this

about me. That hasn't changed. He became extremely angry with me saying I wouldn't dare murder his child and that if I loved him, I would never threaten that again. He explained that he will take care of us. He plenty of money, and don't I treat you like a queen? So all he is asking is that I have the baby. I said I needed to go and started packing to go home and he followed me repaiding things like you won't though, right? You won't murder my baby? And stuff like that. He kept asking where I was going and I said home. I was too tired and emotional right now and I want to go home. He stepped in the doorway and said no and we need to talk about this. I started to get upset as he was was blocking me and I felt trapped. I asked him to move and he said no. I asked him again,

I want to go home and he said no again. He said you're not leaving, what part of that don't you get? I started crying and grabbed my phone and backed away from him telling him to stay away from me. Finn looked really sad and said I couldn't be serious. He would never hurt me and asked me to stop crying. I demanded he let me leave and he did. He has since been calling and texting me begging me to talk to him. He says I really hurt him by pretending to be scared of him as I know he would never hurt me. He said he treats me like a goddess and I played the helpless victim card and that things like that can ruin a man's life. He then said that I wasn't thinking straight and is your brain lying to you again? When I have a PTSD or depressive episode one sometimes

say my brain is lying to me again to make it seem less heavy a topic. He has a very community facing job and I remember the look on his face when I backed away. I don't want to ruin his life or our relationship. In the moment my emotions were so high that I just reacted. But I wasn't pretending. I sat in my car for God knows how long shaking before I could drive home. I've been ignoring his reaching out but I feel like a coward. Ada? Comments, O. M. Prasalamamy. He literally lied about getting a vasectomy and got you pregnant after you had explicitly set boundaries. Up-honest she lied about birth control to her boyfriend, Oop, I am on the patch. Never lied about that.

Update 1, so I made an appointment and got the abortion. It was honestly such a horrible experience, but my bestie was with me and the whole staff were so kind and supportive so I am grateful. Thank you to those who encouraged me to get it done, it was awful, but pregnancy and being trapped with him would have been much worse. Finn texted Wednesday and apologized and said he said things he didn't mean and to please answer my phone as I have been ignoring him. When he called again my best he recorded at all. Before I could finish hello he went on a long bit about how amazing I am, how much he loves me,

what a great mother he knows I will be, and he will marry me immediately if that's a concern of when I finally got to talk I said that I am no longer pregnant and I never want to be and that I was clear about this from the beginning. He asked if it was miscarriage and then said, Because I know you wouldn't willingly murder our child, right? Say right. It's a miscarriage. I got quiet and he said that it's okay. Miscarages are not the female's fault and that we can just try again. I said again.

We weren't trying to begin with. I was on BC and he had the vasectomy and you all guessed it. He laughed and said he lied about the vasectomy so I would give up on condemns that he long decided I was perfect and he loved me and wanted me to be the mother of his kids. My best friend spoke up and said that was recorded and to leave me alone or she will post it on social media and he started screaming at us. He then sounded like he was crying and said I was a witch for this. That I am a hateful murderer and that I broke his heart. He went on to say if I tried to slander him to remember actions have consequences. He then broke up with me and said

he will check back with me in a few days when I am actually alone and we will talk in person to see if I have come to my senses. He wants us to go to church together Sunday, which is now today, and set a time to pick me up. I said no, but I do have a ring cam and sure enough he showed up at my door. I watched him note my car was not there and at my front door, on camera, he texted me asking if I was sleeping around on him and if I let the other man ride you like a wild horse without a condom and if so he gets a hall pass. He said to come home immediately as we need to come to an understanding about relationship ASAP. I return home tomorrow and don't know what to do.

Edit 1. Anyone who wants to shame my abortion, I have zero regrets and actually will advocate for them from now on. But I will happily mock you in the comments. Thanks actually, you reminded me how little an opinion means to me if it's coming from a disrespectful and or bigoted place. At least I get to laugh through this nightmare. Edit 2. I won't be going home alone any longer. Bestie is coming with me and I have a friend in the city I live with my spare key and he is now in my home watching it for me. Edit 3. Since I've been asked in the comments, this really blew up. So sorry if I don't reply to you all. I am in a safe location with two male friends who know the whole story and we are looking

into options. I don't want to do anything hasty a guy friend is at my home and thus far it's been quiet. I will make an update when I know more. Edit 4, no, I will not harm myself the way some of you have messaged me. For those calling themselves pro-life, you sure want me to take my own. Not very pro-life at all. And since we're on the topic, I don't want to get pregnant because I was told by my doctors that I have a high chance of passing away even before making it to term. The child also has a high rate of mortality during the pregnancy.

Essentially, we would both kick the bucket before delivery. I am ineligible for tubals or hysterectomy where I live until I turn 40, especially with my insurance and I would never be able to afford the out-of-pocket fee. The places even still require a husband's signature as a policy. I would be open to adopting if I ever found the right person and were settled and ready. Comments, Aquavanatus, this isn't about you getting an abortion. This is about your ex not respecting you enough to attempt baby trapping you into a long-term relationship and or marriage. He doesn't respect you or your choices. He lied to you about having a

vasectomy. He's gaslighting you and trying to control you. You need to bring that recording to the police ASAP and file for a restraining order because your ex won't stop until he's faced with the consequences of his actions. Remain vigilant. Stay safe. Oop, thank you and to everyone who's been telling me this. I am starting to feel less like I am crazy and more like I need to take action and protect myself from this guy. I think I trusted him so much. I would have happily married him. He said he didn't want kids when we met. This is all a lot, but it's helping me understand more and more that I am being played. Sandbar Lakers, everyone's saying get a lawyer ASAP, but she might not even be able to afford one. Op, is there anyone who can go

home with you? I truly have your safe. Keep us posted and not because this is interesting but because there are those of us who genuinely are concerned and care. Boop, I can't afford one. I work in the arts and just would never be able to swing the costs I'm seeing online. My bestie is returning home with me and I have a friend at home who is house sitting now. Mysterious underscore Bend 43.54. Isn't the thing he did called reproductive violence? Can he be charged with rape for this? If it's possible, you should definitely go to police and press charges against him. He's such an asshole.

Oop, this has been brought up, but it's the first I've heard of such a thing so bestie and I are checking. Every state has its own rules, so we will see, mine is not pro-choice professional zone 168, the part about him wanting you to go to church with him disturbs me. What kind of church is it? Do you think that he's being egged on by fellow church members? Please consider going to stay with a friend for a while, and then maybe with a family member or another friend after that. This dude sounds scary a F, no lie.

Boop, he goes to a mega church with a coffee shop in it but only on holidays. I told him I did not want to participate and only went with him because he begged for Easter. It was bigger than a 90s shopping mall with a shop and update too. I actually forgot about my post so I apologize. I didn't even realize so many of you messaged me to check in or offer kind words. A lot happened in a short time but I will try to make it brief. Finn came to my home again but I was not home. On my ring Kim I saw him have a total fit.

He was cursing me out, calling me on the phone, and when he got my voicemail he muttered I'm going to fucking KLL her over and over again and said it's super loud once before walking off. I have been getting a lot of hate mail, texts, and the like calling me a murderer. My Facebook was flooded with these messages as well and most of the profiles were people who went to Finn's church. So I send him a text that either the harassment stops or I will post the recordings of him. All of them. The call, his threats, the texts, his voicemails, all of it. He replied, I have been patient and my love for you, but you are being a brat. And went on to say that I need to come to my senses and meet with him because he will no longer spoil me

and discipline needs to be introduced to our relationship because actions have consequences. As for the rest, I will skip over a bit for the sake of brevity. My bestie said that I should go to the police and we did, but nothing concrete has come of it yet. Something I low-key expected honestly. It's a small little city outside a bigger, more populated one and the small town vibes can run deep in certain circles. Many of the people go to the church Finn is at and that includes a lot of the police department. It came to a head last week when I sent some of the recordings to his parents who are on staff at the local megachurch in the area.

His mom responded and asked to meet with me so I went with my bestie to a public spot in the city. When she met with me she was incredibly apologetic and said that his position at the church is terminated. The staff will meet about this and decide on the full measure of consequences as his church family. She told me that she herself had an abortion before Finn was born and her decision to do so came hugely from the fact that the father was manipulative and abusive and she was not ready to be a mother even if she had a reliable and loving partner and co-parent. She went on to meet Finn's father and married him and had her children. She told me that she isn't sure if I had an abortion or miscarriage, but either way I should

not be harassed by Christians claiming to be pro-life. I can't explain to you the relief those words gave me considering the vial that was messaged to me. Finn's sister reached out to me via text to share that she does not condone what her brother has been doing and to reach out if I needed anything. Finn later was arrested for assault I came to find out, but I don't know who he assaulted or why. Just that he was taken into custody and as he put me down as his partner, I was called to pick him up as he had been released. The running assumption is that kept him to sober up before releasing him. I didn't. I have since been looking for a new place to live as he knows my address and has come by more than a couple times.

I am staying with two of my best friends away from my town and my home is more or less storage for my things until I find a place to move. All things considered I am actually really happy. My friends threw me a yedis that fetus party and decorated the place with the troll comments from my last post. They made a piñata with scrapped paper with his texts and that of his church pals and instead of candy it had condoms, small bottle of lube, and paper that was my last surprise. They pooled together a nice-sized donation to reproductive health clinic near my city and they pledged

hours to volunteer. We are taking a summer trip together to have a hot girl's summer kickoff and have many things planned. The two male friends I am staying with check on my house for me and saw Finn there once and made it clear under no uncertain terms that I was protected and that if he tries to make more trouble that actions have consequences. I have it recorded on my ring cam and it was glorious. Finn sent me a text telling me that I am a cruel which that ruined his life and broke his heart all because he loved me but to not trouble myself with acting scared of him more because he is leaving the state soon for a new job anyway. He did end the message with I have, do, and always will love you and perhaps one day your cold heart will melt and you can find

within it your buried love for me. Like bro, take the sugar out of your cool aid because I ain't drinking it anymore. Not to say everything is sunshine and roses. I have been in a lot of therapy and finding that I overlooked a lot of red flags and have to unlearn a lot of people pleasing behaviors to become a more confident and true version of myself. Plus my friends don't really fully believe he is leaving town, so I am still staying with them for the time being. I love them a lot, but it's like having four older siblings fussing about like motherhens. I cannot wait to have my new place. Thanks to you all for the kindness and support. I think this is my last update on the matter as I don't intend on

wasting any more time than I have to on that abusive price of garbage. Remember, you know yourself best and can love yourself best. Life is too short not to make the right choices for yourself, your well-being, and your happiness because you matter. Comments, Aquavanatus, I'm glad your ex's mother and sister are on your side. And I'm glad you have friends who are looking out for you and your safety. I know you don't want to, but keep all of the disgusting messages your ex sends you because now that he's been charged with assault, the next time you file a police report against him, they'll have no choice but to take it seriously. Meanwhile, continue your healing process and I hope you'll have peace soon. I'm glad you're safe. Update 3, all caught up? Great. So I moved.

I took a pay cut and moved to Austin. I can say, that now free of worry because Finn? Well, he's in prison for murder. I know. I know a disjointed rendition of what happened. Finn got drunk out of his mind at a local bar, then shit talked to retired Marine because the Marine spoke about his wife's abortion. They fought Finn got his ass kicked, Marine left, and a regular gay Finn shit for getting his ass kicked, so Finn fought him. He threw the guy into a wall and it gets worse from there. The guy was fine for a few days but passed away due to his injuries. F.R. All those who say my posts are fake and rage bait and shit.

Well, welcome to the weirdest fucking part because this? I can see why this makes you think that. I had since gotten a new job in ATX and was moving when I heard. Finn's father asked me to testify to his character and to say my abortion caused this. I obviously didn't. I moved with only the essentials and had a wonderful summer traveling with friends. I just got back last week and am now unpacking my new home. Unrelated but Austin is a fun freaking city.

When I got back and logged PN I saw a lot of you were concerned about my safety so I wanted to update. I'm totally okay, already have you friends and am going to adopt possibly the cutest little C. New Yorkie. I am literally in the waiting room where they will bring him out after he gets all his exit medical out of the way. I am also in the virtual queue for an adult Rottweiler and it sounds like I might get her. So I may have her by the time the work week begins. Anyway, I wanted to say thanks to everyone who was supportive and also I admit rub my happiness

in the face of the trolls who wished me misery. I am petty. Sue me. Chow. Comments Lost underscore Advertising underscore 232. New and happy beginnings. Cheers O O-O-P, it's exciting and the people here are so sweet.

For the first time in a long time, I am really looking forward optimistically. I hope you enjoy this story. My parent deserted me and my younger sibling while she frequented nightclubs every evening following her separation. Subsequently, during my gathering to celebrate the impending arrival of my child, she informed the guests that she faced challenges in nurturing us. Two kids alone, so I called her BS out in front of everyone. I got a throwaway because people in my life use Reddit and I do not want this tied to my main. I will keep this clear without fancy breaks or cute headers because I wanted to read like

the posts I see here where people lay out facts and ask for judgment or advice. I was six when my parents divorced, and the way time got split after that set the track for everything that followed. My father handled bills, school paperwork, pickups and drop-offs, and kept steady routines. I spent a lot of time with him that looked like schoolwork, sports practice, grocery runs, laundry, and meals that got cooked and eaten and cleaned without speeches. My mother said the divorce broke her because my father had an affair, and she said she needed space and time for herself and friends.

She said she would not sit home alone and that she deserved a life. When I stayed with her, the evening pattern was that she would head out and I would keep an eye on my brother, who was four years younger. I would run through a list of what he needed for the next day, move laundry from washer to dryer, set out clothes, make food, check his backpack and my own. By the time I was 14, I did not have to be told to do any of it because there was no one else in the apartment who was going to run that checklist. My brother was ten and needed rides, forms, signatures, lunches, clean clothes, and someone to make sure he actually slept at night. Our mother would text from bars and say she was coming back soon, then send another text later, then nothing. I learned not to wait up for her because waiting up meant starting the next morning with no sleep and then taking a test or going to practice

and trying to hold my focus while my head felt like it was full of static. So I set alarms, built routines, watched the gate, and wrote down, bus numbers, phone numbers, due dates, locker combos, and notes about when the field trip money had to be in by and when the clinic in town was open for walk-ins. My father did not trash our mother and he did not involve me in his feelings about what she was doing. I did not tell him many details about nights at her place because I knew if he tried to take action through court, the schedule might not change and we would have to keep doing those exchanges while they fought. I did not want to be in the middle of a fresh war. He paid support, show,

showed up and asked if we were okay. I said we were because that answer kept the piece and let me keep control of the plan I had built. If people wonder where other adults and our family were during those years, I can say they were around but not in a position to change the setup because the custody order said what it said and because my mother told them she had it handled, and because I was the one handling things, and no one wanted to pull the thread that might unravel the small stability that my plan created. I managed food and money by watching prices and reading store flyers and buying what I could cook fast that had enough fuel to get us through practice and homework in the next day. I learned to make instant items so they felt like a

meal, and I figured out that if I left a pan of rice in the fridge, I could pull off something passable when I got home from a late activity without doing a full start from zero. None of this felt heroic to me, and I do not write any of this to make it sound like I'm looking for praise. This is just what happened and what I had to do for us to get by without constant emergencies. I missed events and skipped hangouts with friends because if I left my brother alone at night, he would be alone at night, and I knew what it felt like to sit in a quiet place and count the minutes. I would not make him do more of it than he already did. When I reached the end of high school, the question came up about moving away for college, and I said I could not leave yet

because my brother still needed someone who had been doing the job day to day. My father asked if he could push for more time, and I said he could try, but I did not want court fights that might not change the outcome. We worked out that I would do community classes and work nearby and keep things steady until my brother was on his feet. I did that, and when he was older and had a license and spent most nights at our father's place, I moved into a small place with a roommate and started to focus on my life. I carried habits from those years, but I also started to breathe a bit because I was no longer watching the door for our mother and I was no longer calculating whether we had enough left for dinners and school stuff until the next support transfer.

Fast forward to now. I am pregnant, and my partner and I planned a baby shower that included both sides of my family. I thought we could get through a short event without rehashing the past because the focus would be on the baby and on basics like diapers and bottles and gear and who would handle food that day. I gave clear instructions to the friend who hosted that we did not want speeches or toasts or games that needed a mic. We set a time window and can, kept it short, and during most of the event people were fine. My parents were in the same space without speaking, and that was fine because the goal was not to reconcile them but to get through the event without trouble. Near the end, my mother moved into a group and

started telling a story about how she raised two kids alone and how hard it was after my father cheated and left her without support. She said it in a voice that carried, looked around at people while she said it, and kept going. My father was within earshot and stood there without saying anything. I watched people listen and nod, and I knew that if I stayed quiet, I would be co-signing a version of my life that cuts out a lot of nights that I lived and a lot of work that I did and a lot of support that my father provided. The calculation in my head was fast and simple, either I interrupt and make it clear that the story is not accurate, or I let it sit and then I end up correcting versions of it later in smaller rooms for years. I chose the first option and

said in a clear voice that I raised myself and that I raised my brother during her time and that my father did not abandon us and paid support and showed up. I said if people want to know who cooked, who signed forms, who handled pickups, who called the bus line, who sat in clinics, who met teachers, and who made sure there was food, then they can talk to me. I said I would not let my child grow up inside a story that assigns credit to someone who did not do the work. My mother told me I was ungrateful and that I was humiliating her. She left the event with her friends and did not speak to me for two weeks. She sent a message the day after the shower that said I crossed a line and that she would not talk to me until I apologized. I did not answer that message because an apology

for speaking truth would take me backwards and because I needed to keep my energy on the birth and on setting up support that would work for those first weeks. I made a schedule for visits and told both sides that visits would be short and by arrangement and that we would not host drop-ins and that there would be no posts of the baby without our consent. My father said he understood and asked what else we needed. My mother did not respond with anything except silence. About one week before my due date, my mother asked to meet near her place. She said she had thought about the shower and that she could see how her words were wrong. She said that she left us without supervision on many nights and that she used bars and friends to cope with the

divorce and the affair. She said she was depressed and felt empty and shut down and that being with friends at bars kept her from sitting alone. She admitted that she should have got and that she did not because of cost and fear of judgment. She asked for a chance to be a present grandmother and to build trust. I told her that I accept her recognition of behavior but that I am not going to rewrite the past and that if she wants a role, it will be built on small, reliable actions over a long stretch. I told her I would not be her therapist or manager of her health and that if she believes she

needs help, she should get help from professionals. I set clear rules for visits and said if she broke those rules, we would pause. She said she understood, cried, and I did not rush to make her feel better because I am not doing that job anymore. My father came by with a bag of supplies and asked if I wanted to talk about what happened. I told him about the cafe conversation, and he said he felt shame at the shower because he knows that his affair started the chain that ended in the divorce. He apologized for not pushing harder long ago when he suspected that things were not steady at

my mother's place. He said he was afraid a court fight would fail and that we would lose time with him and that it would blow up our lives. We sat with that, and I said that I do not want to relitigate old choices every time something happens and that I need him to stay focused on what we need now. He said he would and asked me to tell him when he starts to over-function or to push too hard because of guilt. I appreciated that because it spoke to the pattern I do not want to repeat where emotions drive actions that end up creating more work for me. The baby shower event led to questions from family who heard two different versions of the past over the years.

I told them that I am not trying to punish my mother and I am not trying to absolve my father and that I am not interested in ranking them. I am interested in setting a baseline for my child that is built on actual behavior and that keeps our home free of chaos and blame stories. I told them I am open to people who show up and close to people who do not, and I said if anyone tries to push me into a reconciliation arc to make themselves feel better, they can stop because I am not doing that labor for others. So why do for doing this? Update, people messaged me and asked what happened right after the shower

and whether my brother reached out and whether there was fallout. My brother called me two days after the event and said he froze during the moment when our mother was talking and that he wishes he had stepped in with a short statement of support to close the topic right there. He said he texted her that night that he agreed with me and that he remembered many nights where I was the person in charge and that he would not sit through future speeches that a sign credit in a way that deletes the labor I did. He asked me to send him a list of the boundaries I set for postpartum so he could reinforce them if anyone tried to push past them when I was tired or

offline. I sent him the schedule and the rules around short visits and consent for photos and no posts, and he told me he would back me in any room. As for Fallout, there were some group messages where cousins asked my mother if she wanted to explain her side, and she said she was done talking to ungrateful kids. One cousin sent me a long message about how the divorce left my mother with fewer resources and that going out to bars for social support was normal. I responded that social support is not a problem, but leaving children alone night after night is a problem, and that I am not discussing that point further. My father did not contact my mother and did not ask me to say anything to her on his behalf. He kept his comments to practical

support and let the social side fall where it would. I think this helped keep me from being forced into the go-between role that I do not want to carry into this next phase of my life. In the week after the shower, I firmed up our plan for the birth and the first two weeks at home. My partner and I set up a simple system with meal drop-offs on certain days and quiet days with no visitors and listed tasks people could do if they asked how to help. We wrote it all down because word of mouth breaks down fast and because when people are in the room, they often default to holding the baby and chatting when what we actually need is dishes, laundry and trash, and someone to pick up a card or a prescription.

We communicated the plan to both sides and stuck to it. People who follow the plan got invited back, and people who did not got fewer windows. This was not a punishment. It was a way to protect a small unit during a demanding stage. My mother sent messages after the meeting that said she would follow the rules I said and that she would not bring friends or make speeches or share photos. I asked her to confirm that she would arrive and leave on time and that she would ask before picking up the baby. She said yes. I did not engage in long exchanges because long exchanges often

drift into old grievances that take hours and leave nothing useful behind. I wanted to keep every interaction with her tied to concrete actions that I could think about later. Then the birth happened. Labor went as expected with the usual range of pain, decisions, monitoring, and checks. We kept the hospital room quiet and did not host drop-in visits. My father came during visiting hours, sat and held the baby, asked me if I needed anything specific, and then went to my place and put a few things in order. My mother came the next day during her assigned window and brought a small bag with diapers, wipes, and a short note where she said she wanted to do better going forward. She asked if she could hold the baby, and I said yes. She sat and held the baby

and did not talk about the past or the shower or my father and did not pull out a phone without asking. After 20 minutes, she handed the baby back and said she would leave so I could rest. This was the first visit in many years where I did not feel like I was managing her mood or trying to steer the room around her needs. We went home and started our schedule. People came and left at set times and did specific tasks. We kept a log on the fridge where we wrote down feeding times, diaper counts, meds, and tasks. This helped because when someone asked how to help, we could point to the list instead of making up tasks on the spot while holding a crying baby. My mother came to our place during her scheduled windows and asked what she could do.

I told her to fold laundry and wash bottles and wipe surfaces, and she did those things. She did not correct our routines or offer unsolicited advice or try to take over the baby. She set a timer on her phone and left when it went off. I noted each successful visit because I want to evaluate with data, not with hope. Update 2. Another update because people asked whether I would do therapy with my mother or push her into treatment or get involved in managing her health. I told my mother that if she wanted to seek therapy, I would share names of providers and a link

to an intake portal, and that was the extent of my involvement. I sent a short list that matched her insurance and said that if she wanted to tell me she had scheduled something, she could, and if she wanted to keep that private, that was her choice. She texted about two weeks later that she had done an intake and had a full. first session and that it was hard to sit with feedback about her patterns. She said the therapist asked her to describe how she coped after the divorce and how that affected us and that she could see that she told herself a story where she saw herself as the primary source of our survival even when the facts do not support that. I told her I heard her and that I would watch what she

does now. I also said a rule about child care. For now, only my father, my brother, and two close friends can handle solo time with a baby. My mother can visit while I'm present and she can help with tasks. If she continues to show consistency for many months, we can revisit. She said she understood and asked if she could take the stroller for a short walk with me present. I said yes to a loop around the block while we were together, and we did that and it was fine. She did not push for more, and I appreciated that because pushing would have set us back. Money came up because my mother offered to contribute. I said if she wanted to set a small monthly transfer into the account we opened for the baby's future, that would be helpful. I asked her not to buy gear without coordination because space

and routines matter more than random items. She agreed and set up a transfer and brought consumables instead of large items. During visits, she sometimes reads from a book while I rest, and that helps more than grand gestures. I prefer help that slots into our plan. Regarding my father, I told him, directly that I do not want him to grade my mother on a curve because of his guilt about the affair. I told him not to overpraise basic compliance or to talk about her progress in a way that puts pressure on me to reciprocate with gratitude. He said he understands and keeps his comments even and linked to tasks. He also keeps some distance from any contact with her so that I am not triangulated. He focuses on errands, rides, and small fixes in our place that

matter in the day to day. When he does something, he writes it on the board and then moves on. This keeps our interactions clean and useful. Questions came up about whether I keep a relationship with extended family members who have strong opinions about what happened, and some of them told me to forgive fast because life is short. I told them I am not running a forgiveness contest and I am not counting days until a deadline. I am running a household with a newborn and trying to build a sane rhythm. Anyone who helps that is welcome in this season, and anyone who adds friction is not. I am clear in texts and in person, and I do not argue after I lay out the rule. People adjust or they stop coming. Both outcomes are fine with me. Update 3. The third update because a test of the new rules

came up during a naming gathering at my partner's family home where both my parents were invited for a short block. My partner's family wanted a small event where a few relatives could come and sit for a bit and say a few words of support and then share a meal and go home. We sent the same rules the same time windows for visits and said up front that there would be no speeches from my parents and no toasts about the past. My mother asked if she could say a blessing for a minute, and I said we are not doing open-mic things and that she should keep any words for her own time. On the day of the event, she arrived on time and sat in the back and helped plate food and did not try to join groups with my in-laws to retell history. My father arrived on time and sat with

my brother and kept to his lane halfway through the event. One of my partner's relatives thanked both of my parents for raising me. I felt a small push from the room toward a familiar arc where people look at the older generation and wait for a response. My mother started to speak, and I looked at her and shook my head once and said we are keeping this focused on the baby. She stopped speaking and sat back. My father kept quiet. The event moved on. This might sound small, but for us it was a moment where an old pattern could have grabbed the wheel and it did not. Another test came up a week later when my mother arrived late to a scheduled visit by 15 minutes and then wanted to stay past the end time to make up her minutes.

I said no because the end time matters for naps, feeds, and sanity. She said traffic was the reason and asked me to be flexible. I said life has traffic and the rule is about start and end times. If she wants more time, she can show me that she can hit start times across several visits and then we can discuss small adjustments. She left on time and did not push. That was also a data point I marked because follow-through matters more than promises

to do better next time. People asked if I planned to rebuild a closer relationship with my mother beyond these structured visits. I am not making promises about that because I do not run relationships on hope anymore, I run them on behavior over time. I will say that I have seen small steps. She has kept her hands busy with tasks in my home,

without asking for praise. She has not asked to post photos. She has not retold the shower story. She has started therapy. She has stayed out of fights with my father. These are all steps. I can notice them and keep my boundaries at the same time. My brother has taken on the role of uncle in a way that shows me he is ready to leave the perennified roll behind. He comes by on weekends and does errands that I assign. He cooks a pot of something and sets up containers and labels them, and that saves us time for days. He holds the baby and follows directions, and he tells me to sleep while he runs dishes and resets the space. I told him that seeing him in this role without the old weight on his shoulders

is a moment I will not forget. He said he feels the same and that he is glad we can experience a family moment where we are not carrying someone else's responsibilities. There have been messages from readers here about whether I will ever accept an apology from my mother as enough. My answer is that apologies do not carry much weight for me without consistent action and time. I am not tallying points, but I am tracking behavior because I have learned that without tracking, I end up in a fog of feelings, and that leads me back to doing labor for other people. I am not doing that anymore, and I am not raising my child inside that fog. I will keep our home on a predictable track, and anyone who wants and will fit that track.

Now, because this is Reddit and people ask for judgments, I will ask a question. I do not need a label of right or wrong, but I could use input on a couple of choices that are coming up. One is whether to allow my mother a short solo outing with a stroller in the next few weeks if she continues to show up on time and follow directions. I am leaning toward waiting longer because once she is out of the apartment with the baby, I cannot control what she says to people she might meet or whether she tries to take a photo and send it around. I can outline rules, but outside the apartment, rules are harder to monitor. I would rather build more in apartment hours before we expand. Another question is whether to invite both of my parents to the same future kid events like

birthdays or school things or whether to alternate. My instinct is to alternate for a while because shared events invite speeches and narratives and sideways comments, and I want to skip that during early years. Update 4 2 months went by, and my mother kept her therapy. be schedule based on what she chose to share, and she showed up to the majority of her windows on time. She missed two and gave notice on one and did not give notice on the other. On the missed visit without notice, I did not reschedule that week and pushed the next window

by a week as a natural consequence because my time is not an open slot that others can fill or drop as they wish. She accepted that without argument, and on next visits, she arrived early and waited in her car until the start time, which I took as a sign that she understands the rule matters. Inside the apartment, she kept picking tasks and stayed out of baby management unless I asked. She did try once to adjust the swaddle, and I told her to stop, and she did and did not try again. One event threw a wrench into the plan, and this was the first time I had to do a hard stop. At a family dinner that was not in our home, my mother started telling the person sitting next to her that she did what she needed to do to survive after the divorce and that people

do not understand the cost of betrayal. I heard that from across the room and stood up and walked over and said that this topic is off limits and that if it continues, we will leave. She said she was just making conversation. I said this conversation violates the rule that history is not a story to be performed in shared spaces. I took my partner and the baby, and we left after saying goodbye to the host. I texted my mother later that visits were paused for two weeks and that one more event like that would move her back to zero. She responded the next day that she was sorry and that she would not do that again. When the pause ended, she came to the next window and followed rules. My father is kept to the plan without incident. He has not used my mother's

behavior to make commentary about who is better or worse. He has not asked for more access than we can give during this period. He has not tried to make amends for years past through grand gestures that create more work. He keeps it steady, and that is what I need from him. One time he started to say that he regretted the affair again in the middle of a visit while I was feeding the baby. I told him I did not have the bandwidth to hold that topic and that we could discuss it during a separate time if he needed to talk it through. He said no problem and switched to washing bottles, and that was the end of it. I have had to remind a few relatives to stop out. asking me to be in the same photo with both of my parents.

I do not do that. I take separate photos and I do not post them and I do not let others post them. When people say they want a nice family shot for memories, I say my priority is my child's schedule and not their photo album. I do not apologize, I say it plainly and move on. The fewer words I use, the better, because arguments grow in blank space. I hope you enjoy this story. acquaintance was unfaithful to his spouse so I informed him that he destroyed his children's futures.

Presently, his spouse reconciled with him due to my remarks and my spouse mentions that I unintentionally intervened. Guilt her into forgiving a cheater. My wife is upset at me because of a conversation I had with one of my ex-friend this weekend. I wanted to get neutral opinion on if what I said was horrible and disrespectful to my wife. Just a warning that I am writing about a very sensitive topic and may be triggering to some people. I have been friends with Jason, 38M, since high school. Our families are also close, and our kids are of similar age. For context, Jason is married and has two young girls.

Last month, Jason's wife Bree got anonymous messages about Jason cheating on her. She snooped around and learned that Jason was having a two-year-long affair with one of his coworkers. Bree was devastated and reached out to my wife. My wife and I supported Bree, and she confronted Jason and kicked him out of the house. He is living with his parents now and trying everything possible to talk to Bree and make things right. I was faced with a tough decision but decided to be there for Bree and kids and cut contact

with Jason. He has been messaging me and trying to talk to me since then. week, his mom reached out to me and told me that Jason has not been doing well and having panic attacks and wanted to talk to me. I was reluctant, and despite my wife's protest, I decided to talk to him. He came to my house on Friday evening. My wife did not want to see him and stayed in our bedroom along with the kids. Jason was very apologetic and started telling me how he is so angry at himself, and how he broke up with his AP in order to make things right with his wife. He told me that he is also planning to leave his job and would do anything to get back with Brie and see the kids.

He wanted me to talk to Brie so that he can at least discuss the situation and they can work on their marriage. I have never seen him cry and it was just horrible. He started complaining about how Brie has been ignoring him for the last several years and they were having problems and that led him to make such a horrible mistake. I know it's not my place, but I completely lost it on him and told him to stop blaming Brie. If he had problem with her, she should have worked with her to solve it. Cheating on her is the worst thing he could have done to her, and he has no idea how hurt Brie is due to all this. I told him that he not only hurt Brie, but also fucked up his kids' lives. They did not do anything wrong and now have to suffer due to his selfish behavior.

I told him that I know that husbands and wives may have problems, but his actions are punishing his kids, and their lives will never be the same after this. I told him that I am angrier at him that he destroyed his girl's lives, and he is a monster if he did not think of them before cheating on his wife. We both argued for a while and eventually, I told him that I cannot help him in this situation, and we will stand in Bree's corner and make sure she and the kids are taken care of. He left after that. My wife was appreciative that I did not support Jason and did not let him blame Bree for his horrible actions. Before sleeping, my wife asked me why I focused on telling Jason that he should have not cheated because of the kids. She said that Bree's life is also destroyed, and she is never going to emotionally or financially recover from this for a long time. She feels that the kids are collateral damage, but Bree should be the reason why Jason should not have cheated.

I told my wife that from my perspective, I feel worse for the kids because they had such a nice stable home and Jason fucked it up for everyone. My wife told me that she knows I would never cheat on her, but if I was tempted to cheat, would I stop myself because I love her, or would it be because of our kids? We also have two girls. I told her that the main reason I would not do it is because I have morals. But if I was playing her game, I will stop myself because I would never want my daughters to go through this horrible situation. My wife was upset at the answer because she feels that she should be the number one reason why I would not cheat. I understand her point and I love her very much. However, I really want my daughters to have a wonderful perfect life with two loving parents,

and that would be the main reason I would never do anything to sabotage it. Am I the awe because I prioritize my daughter's happiness over the love towards my wife? Is that a normal thing to do, or my wife is right, and she should always be my number one priority? Update, I wanted to thank everyone for all your suggestions and comments on my post from last week. The week has been crazy, and I am just left numb since what happened yesterday can't help but blame myself for the mess that happened so far. The issue was that my friend Jason was caught cheating on his wife last month, and when I had an heated argument with him last week, I told him that he should have thought about his kids before starting a two-year-long affair with a co-worker. My wife heard the conversation and was upset that his wife Bree was the one who was wrong the most, and I should not have told him that his kids should be the number one reason he should have not cheated.

I agree with all of you who said that the comments I made were horrible, but it was just an emotional week, and not sure I am thinking about things right. One the night I posted here, I had a very long conversation with my wife. I apologize to her for telling her that our daughter's happiness would be the main reason why I would never do anything to hurt our family. I told her that she is the love of my life and how much I value all the things she has done for us. I understand that she is my wife, and I made a vow to her to be with her forever, and I understand how my statement was hurtful to her. She was luckily very understanding and told me to not worry about her. She said that she was hurt in that moment, but understands how

much I love our kids. She did ask me why I even kept on bringing up kids during my conversation, with Jason as that was the point in my argument with Jason where I lost my cool. The thing was when Brie kicked out Jason after learning about the affair, she was a mess. Bree is a psalm and does not have many friends. My wife is probably the closest friend of Bree and hence she called my wife to tell her about what happened. As my wife went to her place, I volunteered to pick up Jason's daughters and bring them to our house to give Bree some space.

Bree was having a mental breakdown since the incident and my wife chose to stay at her place to look after her. I was watching the kids for four nights until Bree was okay enough to take care of them. Jason's older daughter who is eight kind of understood what was happening. However, his younger daughter is four and was just missing her parents. She is daddy's girl and kept on insisting to me to call Jason to our place. It was heartbreaking to look at her and feel how irreparable. her life will be affected because of Jason's selfish decisions. I just felt very sad inside during the whole situation.

I understand that it is Bree and Jason's relationship, and I don't get to have a say, but I feel that was the main reason why I reacted the way I did. I feel lucky that my wife understood my emotions and was gracious to support me and not be upset with my unfortunate statements. She told me that she told Bree that Jason came to our home and about my fight with Jason. Brie felt hurt about it, but asked my wife if she could come to our house on Friday to talk to me. We met on Friday and Brie asked me about my conversation with Jason. I told her in detail about what happened, how Jason's mom reached out to me, and I met him because of that.

I told him about how Jason told me he broke up with his AP and was going to leave his job to be far away from that situation. Brie asked me about our fight and why I said things about the kids. I again was honest with her about what I felt. I apologized to her for having opinions as it was their relationship, but I just said those things in the heat of the moment. Bree asked my wife and me if we think Jason can change, as she is also very worried about the kids and the impact on them. She said that Jason has always been an amazing dad, and she is not sure if she can raise the kids

without him. My wife told her that what Jason did was horrible and unforgivable, but we do not. want to give opinions on their relationship, as only Bree can decide what to do about it. Bree told us that she'd want to talk to Jason, and if we could host both of them, so she feels safe. Jason and Bree came to our house on Sunday, and it was the first time in a month that Jason met his daughters. It was a very surreal moment to see how emotional he got after seeing them. I don't care what all of you say, but I know that I will never jeopardize my family because I would never want to be in Jason's shoes and how broken he looked when he had to face his

daughters. There were a lot of tears all around. Bree and Jason discussed things privately. From the gist I got later, Jason apologized a lot to Bree and told her he would do anything to make things right. He told her that he has already put a 14-day notice at his workplace and vowed to never see or talk to his AP again. He told her that she could have access to his phone, and he will not take a job where he

has to travel for work or stay away from her overnight. All he asked was for a chance to go for marriage counseling and work on things. He also offered that they could move to a different town near Bree's parents and get a fresh start. Bree accepted most of the things, except she does not want to move to a new place. They decided that Jason can move back into their house, and they will try to find a way forward from this situation. They both thanked us for mediating between them, and Jason also apologized to me for all the drama and told me that he will do everything possible to heal his marriage and make sure his daughters are taken care of. It all seemed like a good outcome on surface, but my wife feels that my comments about their

daughters may have guilt Brey into taking Jason back. I really did not intend to meddle in their relationship, and I know that they have a long rocky road ahead if they want to recover from this situation. I just hope that they find the strength in doing that. I'm just hope that they find the strength in doing that. I wanted to get opinions on if what I did was right in this situation, as I feel I accidentally caused both of them to get back together, and if Jason cheats in future, I might be the one to be blamed because I talked to Jason first. And then my words guilt brie into taking him back because of the kids. Comments where Op has replied. Difficult underscore Mood underscore 3225. I hate to say this, but it eventually when he cheats again, or they

break up, she is going to blame you and your wife for suggesting she stay because of the kids, even though you told her that you and your wife would not give your opinions, you already had. Instead, what might have been helpful is letting her know that if he really is a great dad, he'll continue to be on no matter what. Even if they are not together. Divorce doesn't automatically mean raising the kids alone and she should do whatever she believes would be healthiest for her and her kids. Cheating for that reason alone often means more pain in the end for everyone including the kids. The whole reason your wife was upset with you is because you were minimizing the importance of who you actually made vows to. The same thing is

happening with Brie and her husband. I could be wrong, but usually cheaters are cheaters or cheaters or whoop, to be honest, this is exactly why I am feeling bad. I did not mean to, but my comments may have guilt her into staying with Jason. I thought I knew Jason for my whole life and never thought he was even capable of cheating on Brie. I don't trust him anymore and not sure if I can be great friends with him. Mustang 1967-1967. Tell your wife and Brie there is no statute of limitations she can leave the scumbag any time she wants no reasons other than a scumbag.

She should force him to tell Rene a partner about the affair and if they work together tell the company. He should also tell his family and hers and get a post-nip with big penalty for adultery The thing is I really do not want to be involved in their affairs anymore. I feel Jason is my friend, but it feels weird to give them advice about their own marriage. I do not feel I have any right to tell them what they should do. I know Jason is a scumbag, but I hope that he rectifies his ways and does not hurt Brie again. I would always have it at the back of my mind that Brie might be in a shitty situation because of something I said in the heat of the moment.

Next story, told my pregnant Sil her husband was cheating but my wife got mad, said she'd forgive cheating and left me. Now Sil lives with me and we're both getting divorced. I have been married to my wife for three years. I am 27 and she's 26. My Sil is 30 and my POS bill is 31. I always had a close relationship with my Sil. We are friends. Also has a decent connection between my bill. Not that close, but we often talk and get along my wife and her sister didn't get along as much as you would expect from siblings. It wasn't just normal siblings' rivalry but constant fights and arguments.

Anyway, three weeks ago when I was having dinner with my friends, I saw my bill with another woman, they were just eating, I didn't think much of it. I wanted to go and greet him, but I kept talking to my friends. After a while I saw that he gave a light kiss to this woman I was so shocked. I decided to not confront him and when I got back to my home I told my wife everything. I told her that her sister is getting cheated on and we need to tell her. My wife said we should talk to my bill instead of telling her sister and we should not break their marriage because her sister is pregnant. I was like WTF.

So what if she's pregnant? Her husband is a cheat. I tried to convince my wife multiple times that we should tell her sister the truth. I told her that I know you guys don't get along, but she's still your sister and this isn't right, but she asked me to stay out of it. I tried my best to convince my wife, but she either ignored me or said we shouldn't break their marriage. I had enough of her and yesterday I told her that I am coming clean to my sill. She and I have a great bond and I can't and want betray her. My wife said if I tell her the truth she will not talk to me. I replied, I won't talk to you either if you don't want to do what's right today, I told my sill the truth. I went to you. I went to you. I went to you. I went to you. I went to you. I went to you. I went to you. I went to you. I went to you. I went to her place and told her everything, she was doubtful and she asked me to leave. After a few hours my sill called me and she was crying and said what I said was the truth and she shouldn't have doubted me and kicked me. She said she's leaving. I asked her where would you go? Do you have money? She said she does but not that much. I wired her a bit and said she should call me if she

needs help and she thanked me and said she will only use the money I sent if it's necessary otherwise she will return my bill called my wife and well my wife lashed onto me and said I ruined her family and her sister's life. I said I thought the moment we got married your family is mine and my family is yours. Anyway, why T.F. are you defending that pause so much? What about your sister? She didn't reply to me and she's not talking to me either. I tried to talk to her and convince her that it was the right thing to do, but she wouldn't talk to me so I said fine, stay angry and if you want to divorce me then go ahead I think I have nuked my marriage. Do not know if what I did was truly right update one.

November 7, 2024. It's been a few days since I told my wife's sister that her husband is a cheat, just to clarify to all the weirds, no, I am not in love with my sill, I don't have any inappropriate relations slash feelings for her. I respect her and she's family in any case yesterday. I asked my wife why she is pissed and wanted me to not reveal the truth to her sister. I know you guys hate each other, but you guys are siblings. My wife said it's not our place to interfere. I asked her you okay with her sister being cheated on. She said she isn't but it will

and has ruined their marriage because of my stupidity. She's pregnant and the child needs his father and so does the wife I was so shocked when she said this, like WTF. I asked her if I were to cheat on you, would you forgive me? She said yes. I also asked her if she ever cheats on me, would she hide it from me. She also said yes to that I was so shocked I asked her if she knows what she's saying, she said yes and she's confident. Just because you had sex with someone else doesn't mean everyone else has to suffer and break the family I had no words to say. I told her that I also sent my sill money, she started screaming at me and said I shouldn't have helped her despite knowing she doesn't like her sister. I said if that's what she thinks then it's better if we just

divorce. She got angry and screamed fine and started packing her bag. I tried my best to stop her from leaving. I told her that I love her and I just did what I felt right. Nobody has to suffer betrayal like this. She said it is wasn't the right time I asked her so when should we tell her the truth? After she gives birth? Because it will worsen her PPD or years after she gives birth. She will just blame us she said we should have just kept quiet and left it alone. I tried so hard to stop her but she didn't listen to me and left. I tried to contact her and her parents. Her friends, but they don't know where she is and instead started interrogating me and saying I am her husband and I should have taken care of her and I should know where she is.

I even visited my bill to confirm my suspicions, but I didn't see her car or her belongings anywhere I hate that I am being blamed for just revealing the truth and my wife leaving me right away without a second thought. I was so dumb pissed so today I called my sill and told her that she can stay at my place because I'm going to my parents and my wife left and nobody knows where she is. She told me she will try talking to her parents, but after a while she called me and said that their parents don't know where she is. I told her to think about herself and come over and stay here instead of blowing up her money now I am at my parents and my sill is in our home. Maybe I was being petty, but I hate that my wife gave up on me and left without a second thought.

I don't know whether she's cheating or cheated or she would truly cheat on me and her own blood sister with a family relative over feuds, one thing is for sure though, I cannot trust my wife anymore, she hurt me. Update November 2, 19, 2024 many people ask me for an update and I also do need some outsider's perspective over my situation so here it goes but before I just want to clarify slash ask to people who kept calling me names for telling my sill the truth. Why you guys kept telling me to mind my own business? She's family and if families don't look out for each other and help then

who else will. Strangers. And it's not just some harmless slash small lie for my bill, it's life-changing. My sill isn't just my sill, she's my friend if I didn't tell her the truth now then my POS bill would have just kept cheating and I would lose a friend if I delayed. Anyway, coming back to update, my sill only stayed at my place for two days, after then she called me and said she can't trouble me anymore and she's going to live in hotel, I tried to convince her to not blow up her money unnecessarily but she didn't listen and left it. anyway. And yes, I am divorcing my wife. After a week of NC, she called me and said she wants to reconcile, she said she was angry that I didn't listen to her and went behind her back, she said

she didn't want to break her sister's family so she wanted to hide it and convince my bill to not cheat, but I fucked it all up and she's coming back. I just asked her to come back because I wanted to talk to her and it's not something you discuss over calls. Once my wife arrived and started to explain herself, I told her I am filling, she was pretty shocked, she said we can make it work, I told her we can't. I don't trust you after everything you said and you just left me with no contact and you show up suddenly while I was worried all day about where my wife is or is she safe, etc. I can't make it work. She tried convincing me to not divorce, but I had already made my intentions clear, I told her that her sister stayed at our place for two days and she got

angry and said, fine, let's divorce and left. I told my sill that I am getting a divorce, she wasn't happy about it, but she didn't try to convince me in or out of it. I told her that she can stay with me instead of hotel, she said it's inappropriate, I just said either you blow up your money and struggle or she can accept my help so my sill and I have been living together for past couple of days and we discussed about our spouses and their behavior. We both got pretty angry about this all my sill got even more angry than I was and she ended up calling my wife and called her names and she told me she's hell bent on to ruining my bill, she is divorcing him and will go nuclear on him and ask for as much money as alimony and child support, she wants to drain

him. My wife and I didn't talk to each other after she left and we both know that we are divorcing. My sill though angry she calmed down because it's unhealthy for her and her baby and she started focusing on career and red stories about single moms, she's preparing her so yeah that's all and weirdos stay away neither my sill nor i have any feelings between each other i am just helping her and she wasn't feeling good about it that's why she was hesitating so much call me a moral police but i know i did the right thing not just for my sill but for me as well i now know what kind of woman my wife is i hope you enjoy this story close friends future spouse claimed i had feelings for him barred my partner from their marriage celebration at my relatives

retreat, and warned of excluding me from the groom's life. Life. Hello guys. One of my best friends, Jesse, 30M, is getting married next month to Natalia, 27F. I, 30M, have known Jesse since kindergarten. We grew up together. I lived down the street from him. We used to walk to school together.

We were in Boy Scouts together. We literally have seen each other through things. thick and thin. He ended up dating my ex-GF. Back in the day when I tried to fit in and was denying who I truly was, I'm gay, and he was there when I came out to my family and his mom and dad have always been like second parents to me. They even refer to me as their adopted son. Jesse's the closest thing I have to a brother. He's had his fair share of girlfriends over the years. He was captain of the volleyball team and even went to college with a scholarship he received from He's a good-looking, intelligent guy who's never had a problem with women. It was just hard for him

to keep one because his job is so demanding and he didn't really have the time to devote to a woman. But when he met Natalia three years ago, he said that he knew she was the one and she was exactly what he's been looking for all these years. She totally gets it, their head over heels for each other and I couldn't have been more happy for them both. Last year, Jesse and Natalia went to San Francisco where he popped the question and she excitedly said yes. Natalia was always sweet to me. It took her a bit to warm up to our group of friends because we've all known each other since we were kids.

I think when that happens, people feel sort of like the outsiders because we have so many stories we tell and so many inside jokes. So at first, she came in with a hard shell. That and she was trying to get into law school so I think she was trying to stay as controlled as possible. But for the most part, as soon as she warmed up to us all, she was very sweet and super kind to me.

We had even spent a lot of time together, just one on one. We love thrifting, so we spent time doing that. We did a lot of cooking classes together. She liked exploring new things and so did I, so it was fun to have someone to do that with. But as soon as they got engaged, Natalia's attitude towards me drastically changed. I mean, a complete 180. She was distant towards me, she wouldn't look at me, she'd ignore me at times, avoid me, and she would hardly speak to me which was super weird and totally out of the ordinary.

At first, I thought maybe I had done something wrong or said something to her that maybe offended her. So for the longest time, I tried to think back to see what I could have done. Finally, I kind of asked Jesse if Natalia was okay since she's been acting super odd towards me. And he denied anything was wrong and said he hadn't heard anything. And then I asked my BF if I should confront Natalia about it and he told me that I should and he said maybe it's because I put forward the opportunity to use my family's cabin as a wedding venue. So a little context, when they got engaged, I put forward this idea that they should get

married at my family's cabin a couple hours west from here. I told them it's a beautiful little intimate setting and that people can stay there over the weekend and there's camping really close if people want to do that. At the time, they both sounded really excited about the idea and said yes right away. Natalia even wanted to go out and see it for herself to start planning so all four of us went out for a weekend and it was actually so fun. But now my BF Tom made me second-guess this and he's saying that maybe they felt pressure to say yes and maybe Natalia had something else in mind.

And I'm like okay. Fair. So I tried to build up this courage to ask her. But until then I kept my distance from that. Five months ago, we all received a save-the-date invitation and it showed that their wedding was going to take place indeed at my family's cabin. Apparently they were also going to keep it small due to the size of the cabin so everyone was only allowed to bring one guest. I mean there were about 30 of us in the friend group, including plus ones, and then whatever family they wanted to attend. So numbers seem small.

But when I looked at my invite compared to everyone else's, I didn't have the opportunity to bring a plus one. Now my BF and I have been together for almost eight years and we've all hung out before, so she knows of Tom. Then I called her and I said, Hey, is there a mistake with my invite? And she goes nope. And she says this really matter of factory. Then I say, so Tom isn't invited?

And again she says nope. And she goes, I can't even believe we're having this conversation and that you're even questioning me about the details of my wedding and who I am and am not allowed to invite to my own wedding. And I was totally taken aback. And I said, whoa, you're having the wedding at my family cabin. I've been with Tom for years. We file our taxes as common law.

There's no way Tom isn't going to be there the weekend of the wedding. So I'd quote crawled up your at SS, but it better crawl back out. And she goes, I know you love Jesse and I know you're going to do whatever it is to prevent this wedding from happening. And the only reason why you're invited is because we have to have the wedding at your stupid ugly at SS cabin. Frankly, I feel sorry for Thomas because everyone knows you're madly in love with Jesse and you always have been. So I don't even know why you'd want him to be there and frankly I'd cry you'd even want to be there on the day he he marries me. And then I asked her what the fuck she was talking about and she said I knew and to not act stupid. And then she hung up. I get off the phone and I call Jesse and tell

him what just happened and I show him a photo of my invite versus what our other friends have received. He was not happy at all. So he called me back with her and speaker and made her apologize to me. But I didn't believe it for one second. I tell Tom what happened as soon as he gets home from work because I'm visibly upset. Tom tries to calm me down and he says that he'll be there no matter what and no matter what that bitch says. And he's laughing at the fact that she thinks I'm in love with Jesse. And I'm like I mean, I love him but definitely not like that. And so then Tom and I just kind of laugh it off. Then, a bit after receiving the invites, I was invited by Jesse to go suit shopping with him because he needs one and since I'm the best man,

I need to get one too. I asked him if Natalia was coming and he said yes. And then I declined at first and he's like, come on, she said she was sorry and you're my best man and I want you there. And I'm like, did you guys even talk about where you wanted the wedding at or did you just say yes because it's my family's cabin? And he's like, no, we definitely talked about it and we are both on the same page of wanting it there. And he said that they're really grateful that I even offered it up and they think it's perfect. And I'm like, do you both think it's perfect, or do you think it's perfect? And he's like, where are you going with this?

And I'm like I feel like maybe you talked Nat into having the wedding at my cabin. And he's like, if this is still about the phone call you guys had, I'm really sorry about that, but please don't get into your head about this. Nat and I really want to have it at your cabin and we wouldn't have it any other way. We're both so excited and so thankful for you. And so I just brushed it off because I knew he was either. they're saying something to me to make me feel better or he was denying the fact that Nat didn't want the wedding at my cabin because she hated me. So then I end up going to this dress fitting

and Nat is ghosting me and totally ignoring the fact that I'm even there. Anything that I say to Jesse she's criticizing and saying the exact opposite. So we both ended up trying these ugly suits that fit weird and were all wrong for a spring wedding. While Jesse was in the change room, she'd literally tell me to back the fuck off or I'll cancel this wedding, I'll take Jesse to the justice of the peace, and you won't be a part of any wedding. And then she said as soon as they're married, she's going to make it so Jesse has nothing to do with you after. You'll be dead to him. And she's like the only reason why you're a part of this day at all is because it's saving us a shit ton of money and Jesse wants you there. I'm literally sitting there like this bitch is crazy.

Even the lady at the store who's helping us is overhearing this and looking at me like WTFFFF. What Nat didn't know was that I was recording her the entire time and sending the recordings to Tom and he saved them all. I wanted to back pocket these in case I ever needed them. I didn't want to ever have to send them to Jesse because I know how much he loves her, but I was seriously questioning his sanity in choosing this one. Anyways, after Jesse comes out of the change room, I tell him that I'm back to you. out of this wedding because I don't agree with his choice of partner. I can't stand by him knowing what she's truly like and how she treats me. I can't stand by and just pretend this isn't happening. And he's like, what do you mean? And I'm like just ask your fiancé. And I get up

and leave. I get all of these calls from him and text messages later saying how he could treat them like that and what are they going to do for the venue now and telling me how selfish I am. And then I get calls and voicemails from Nat and she's straight up saying the most heinous homophobic shit to me that I can't ever repeat. And she's saying that she knew I'd try to sabotage their wedding and I've ruined everything and left them to try and figure out somewhere else to have a wedding, that I had planned this all along blah, blah, blah. So I'm telling all of this to Tom and he's saying that I should save the voicemail that Nat left me and send those and the recordings I made and send them to Jesse. And so I did just that. So I write this big long message to Jesse basically telling him that I love him like a brother and he deserves to know the truth about who he's marrying and I don't want him marrying someone

who treats people like that. At first he tries to tell me that I'm just trying to start something. And then I'm like, no, I have proof. I don't want to send you this, but I will. And then he's like, what are you talking about? And I'm like I had to record her because I knew you wouldn't believe me. And he's like so now you're just recording people without their concerns. sent? And I'm like Jesse, you need to know what you're getting yourself into. Then I hit

send on all of the evidence. After I send him all of that, I don't hear from him for a couple of days until he pops over unannounced. I'm not sure what to think at first. I'm a bit apprehensive. When I end up answering the door, I can see that he's been crying. He asks if he can come in, but he understands if I don't want anything to do with him. Of course I let him in. I let him in. and we end up chatting about how he's sorry he didn't believe me and he can't believe the way she was treating me and how he was just unknowingly letting it happen. He said that she played him so hard

and he doesn't want anything like that in his life. He just kept apologizing and he said that he left her and called it all off. He spent the last couple of days contacting people and telling them that the wedding was off. He thanked me for sticking around and for my friendship over the years and he said that I never deserved to be spoken to or treated the way that Nat was treating me. He thanked me for offering up my cabin and being so honest with him

and stopping him from marrying such an evil person. He said he really thought that she was the one. He said he appreciates me in our friendship so much and he just kept saying that he was sorry for how she treated me and what she said. He was blinded by wedding bells and didn't want to believe it because he was just so excited to get married. I told him he's not going to have a problem finding the one. and not just anyone.

Then we both laughed at how obviously I love him, but I don't love him enough to be jealous of some crazy chick and break them up. He said that while he was there talking to me, she was moving out of their place. Her parents were so pissed off with him until he showed them what I sent him. They couldn't believe it. At this point, she's also trying to blast me on social media, but I've blocked her so I can't see it and Tom doesn't have her on socials. People are sending me screenshots and she's throwing all of these homophobic slurs around

and saying that I'm a homewrecker and that I sabotage the wedding because I'm in love with Jesse. There was a friend of ours that went on blast with Nat and started posting videos of what she was saying to me and it got really wild and a lot of people had my back and messaged me apologizing for how she was behaving. Even her parents called me and apologized. They said they had originally funded her schooling for law school but took that back and wanted to give that to Tom and I'd have fund a wedding if we wanted. And I said that was way too kind of them, but then Tom was like UM no. Ha ha. J.K. But they insisted and now we have a little something

to help us have a day to celebrate us and start a new journey together. Tom and I weren't engaged at that time, but he recently popped the question and I said yes. I guess he was planning on something elaborate after Jesse's wedding, he didn't want to steal their thunder, but now that that's all over, he wanted to end it on a good note. Obviously, Jesse is my best man. We're doing something intimate at, you guessed it, my family's cabin. And our closest friends and family are invited. We're planning it for August. So turns out, there will be a wedding after all. And even though Jesse is heartbroken and totally whiplashed by everything that happened, he's super happy for us. He hasn't heard from that.

None of us have. But one thing's for sure, she ain't married and she ain't going to be a lawyer anytime soon. Now on to the next story. Story 2. Discovered my wife was cheating on me with a married man. So I catfished him and invited his wife to confront them together. We exposed their affair and I divorced my wife. I'm a 28-year-old guy, and I've been happily married to my awesome wife, Ella, who's 25, for about three years now.

We're the kind of couple who knows each other so well that we finish each other's sentences and laugh at each other's silly jokes. Life has been pretty great, or at least that's what I believed. Recently, though, I couldn't help but notice that Ella has been acting a bit strange. She started staying late at work more often and became all secretive about her phone. It might sound weird, but call it a gut feeling or just intuition. I had this hunch that something might not be quite right. After weeks of trying to push away those troubling thoughts, I finally decided to confront the situation head on.

It was nerve-wracking, but I knew I needed to find the truth, even if it meant facing some painful realities. Late one night, while she was asleep, I planned to check her phone and go through her messages and apps. I had never done something like this before, but I hoped it would give me some clarity, and deep down, I prayed that my gut instincts were wrong. As I was swiping through her photo gallery, my heart sank when I saw a picture of her with an unfamiliar man kissing her cheek. I couldn't help but think, what on earth is going on? Why would she do this if she was happy with me? My curiosity led me to read her messages, and that's when I discovered a chat with a guy named Jacob.

They had been meeting up at hotels, and their conversation was filled with very explicit and intimate details. It was a painful and shocking revelation that left me feeling betrayed and hurt. I never thought I'd find myself in a situation like this, but now I needed to figure out how to confront her and talk about what I had discovered. I was feeling a whirlwind of emotions, furious and heartbroken at the same time. The person I loved the most had betrayed me by cheating with another man. Trying to process it all, I decided to sleep on it and confront Ella in the morning.

When morning came, she looked really stressed and anxious. She must have noticed that her phone was moved from her usual spot on the bedside table. An annoyed, she asked me if I had gone through her phone. With a calm expression, I told her to stop pretending because I already knew she had been cheating on me. To my complete surprise, Ella broke down and admitted that she had cheated because she felt bored with her life, and Jacob, the other man, was also married. She went on to reveal that they were in love and that Jacob's wife had no idea about their affair. As she divulged more and more details, my heart sank, and it felt like my world was collapsing around me. It was after that

moment that I felt a sense of responsibility not only to myself but also to Jacob's unsuspecting wife, Mandy. She deserved to know the truth about what was happening. So, I made up my mind to talk to Mandy about everything. I knew it wouldn't be an easy conversation, but I couldn't let her continue living in the dark. To reach out to her, I reached out to her on social media after finding out Jacob's social media when I was going through the messages. I asked her if we could meet privately to talk and she was hesitant at first and then I told her that I have something to tell her about her husband. Then, she agreed, and we decided to meet at a quiet cafe. As I started to share the

truth with Mandy, her face went through a roller coaster of emotions from shock to disbelief, and finally, heartbreak. It was clear that this revelation was painful for her to take in. Despite the heartache, Mandy appreciated me telling her the truth. She deserved to know what was happening behind her back, and I hoped she would gather the strength to confront her cheating husband and find a better path for herself. Seeking revenge can be a risky game, but I wanted Jacob to understand the pain he caused both me and Mandy. So, I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. I created a fake social media account and began flirting with Jacob, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist. I portrayed

myself as a single woman, looking for excitement and adventure. Sure enough, Jacob fell right into the trap, and we started chatting regularly. I couldn't help but think about how Ella would react and she discovers that her supposed true love is also cheating on her. I played my part to perfection, leading Jacob on and making him believe that there was a real chance for something more between us. I could tell he was excited and eager to meet in person. That's when I decided to drop the bombshell. I revealed my true identity and confronted him about the affair with Ella.

To make things even more intense, I asked Mandy to be there with me and I also ensured that Ella would be present too. When we all got there, the expressions on Ella's and Jacob's faces were absolutely priceless. Mandy didn't hold back and told Jacob that she was divorcing him and done with their relationship. At the same time, I didn't spare Ella the truth either. I let her know that her so-called lover Jacob had come to meet me, thinking I was a woman to hook up with. To add to the drama, I handed over the divorce papers to her. The shock and guilt in Jacob's voice were evident as he tried.

to explain himself, but I wasn't interested in his excuses. I wanted him to feel the same pain he caused others. After that confrontation, I cut all contact and walked away, feeling a mix of satisfaction and sorrow. Ella looked equally confused and she started to cry, begging me to stay and that she still loved me. I didn't believe anything she said. I told her that I will give her a week to pack up and leave from my house. And I walked away. It felt amazing to get back at her and moreover it felt amazing to pick myself up for once. I deserve better and I know it. In the weeks that followed, the pain slowly began to subside, and I focused on rebuilding my life.

With the support of friends and family, I rediscovered the person I was before the betrayal, and I started to heal. During this time, I also took the necessary steps to finalize my divorce from Ella. It was a challenging process emotionally, but I knew it was the right decision for my own well-being and happiness. As for Mandy, she and I developed a strong bond of friendship. Going through similar experiences had connected us in a unique way, and we both found solace in each other's company. Mandy decided to move on from the painful chapter of her life and focus on her own growth and happiness. In the months that followed, I immersed myself in

new hobbies, career opportunities, and social activities. I surrounded myself with positive influences and took the time to rediscover what truly made me happy. Through self-reflection and personal growth, I came to realize that my worth wasn't defined by anyone else's actions or choices. I learned to love and value myself, and that newfound self-respect allowed me to attract healthier relationships into my life. Eventually, I met someone new. A kind, understanding, and loyal person who appreciated me for who I was and treated me with the love and respect I deserved. We took things slowly, allowing trust and affection to blossom naturally. This relationship taught me that there is hope for love after heartbreak and that the right

person can come into your life when you least expect it. As for Ella and Jacob, I heard through the grapevine that their relationship was short-lived after the confrontation. The trust they once had in each other was irrevocably shattered, and they went their same. separate ways. In the end, I chose not to dwell on revenge or bitterness. Instead, I focused on my own growth and happiness. The experience taught me valuable lessons about trust, forgiveness, and the importance of prioritizing self-love. I hope you enjoy this story. Sibling made an attempt to charm my partner a week prior to her marriage ceremony. Consequently, I informed her betrothed, who subsequently abandoned her during the wedding ceremony.

Now I am betrothed, yet my guardians say I ruined everything out of jealousy. Hi, so to begin with, let me just get it out of the way, I hate my sister. I literally hate her from the bottom of my heart because she is just a straight up terrible person. She is a total brat who doesn't care about anybody but herself and the worst part of it is that she thinks she is entitled to everything that she wants. I can't stand her and I think everybody in our family is aware of that fact. It all started when we were in high school, the first time that she hit on my prom date and

he told me about it, and since we don't have much of an age gap, I'm just one year older than her, we were always competing. And our parents never did anything to discourage that either because they had pretty much given up on us ever getting along after middle school. Right from our childhood, we did not get along. And like I said, it might have had something to do with the age gap. We did not have enough years between us to prevent the kind of rivalry that we had, at least that's what the issue was in my opinion. We were always trying to one up each other or one another,

and it was constant. At first, we were competing for the affection and attention of our parents and later, it turned to our friends in school and then, eventually, boys. But no matter what, we were always competing against each other. Our parents tried to force us together and make us spend time with each other, but I don't know why, we just never clicked. I know that most kids usually grow out of sibling rivalry eventually, but for us, that never happened. And I think most of it has to do with my sister because, like I said, she is just a bad person and has always been that way. I remember even as kids, I would occasionally try to keep aside our competition and be nice to her, but she always just turned me down. After I developed a consciousness, I decided that I was not going

to try and be friends with her anymore since she had made it perfectly clear to me that she was never going to get along with me and was always going to try and make my life more difficult. She has been a little demon ever since she was born. There is no other way to put it, and I can't be more gentle about what I'm saying. She does not have any redeeming qualities at all, and how she got so many boys to agree to be with her, that's beyond me. And how she got to be with her fiancé, that's always going to be the biggest mystery of all. But I guess I should call him her ex-fiancee now because after what happened, I don't think there's a lot. I don't think there's going to get married. Or even being together again, which I honestly think, is good for the guy.

He is a genuinely nice person and he deserves better. But unfortunately, my parents are really pissed at me because they think that the two of them breaking up was my fault and the fact that it happened at the wedding humiliated them and they are blaming me for it. So, I just want to know if what I did was right or wrong. I'll get right into it then. My sister, Melissa, and her fiancé, have been together for the past five years. Both of them are 25 and have been together since college. I have met him countless times throughout these five years, and at family events and holidays.

And he comes across as a genuinely nice person. He has always been polite to everybody and is the exact opposite of my sister. So I never understood how she managed to get with him because before that, she had only dated terrible guys, and the relationships never lasted more than two to three months. She had dated almost eight guys before she finally got with Theo, and that's only from the ages of 16 to 20. Mind you, I'm not trying to shame her for it because she was just a teenager, and she didn't

know what she was doing. But honestly, I did not think that her relationship with Theo would last as long as it did, and I was actually surprised when they celebrated five years of them being together. And he ended up proposing to her at the anniversary party that he had organized for her. I thought that she had finally turned over a new leaf and was genuinely serious about this guy, which would have been nice, but after that engagement, I found out certain things from people from school and I did not like what I heard. Mostly for Theo's sake, the poor guy.

After they got engaged, a couple of my friends told me that they had been hearing a lot of gossip about Melissa and Theo. Most of it did not paint Melissa in a good light because several people could swear that for the past five years, she had been introducing herself as single to a lot of people, and she had even been out on a couple of dates with some guys from school and had even matched with a couple of people on dating apps. But unfortunately, these were all just rumors that I heard about her and nobody had any substantial evidence to prove it, so I couldn't exactly tell anybody about it because I did not want people to think that I was spreading

these nasty rumors about her and the family. And these things were only coming to light after their engagement because she had posted it on social media and because of these alleged rumors from the past, it had led to quite a stir in our social circles from school. So I kept my mouth shut about it, and I just hoped that none of this was true because if it was, the poor guy would have to really suffer since from what I could see, he was truly and deeply in love with her. They got engaged eight months ago, and since then, I have kept these things to myself. And I planned on keeping these things to myself as well, but then something happened that changed my mind. So, I have been dating my boyfriend, Alex, for the past two years.

Things are getting pretty serious between us and recently, I have started inviting him to family events as well. And at my age, I'm dating to marry because I really want to have a family and stuff. So my immediate family kind of knows about how serious I am about this guy, including in spite of our arrival and how much we hate each other. We are still forced to see each other every weekend for dinner with our families because my parents have made it very clear that no matter how much bad blood we have between the two of us, we still have to make it a point to at least put on a happy face in front of our relatives and we have to be civil to each other at family events. Dinner parties and holidays

My father had not been doing well recently, so he made it a rule that we had to get together as a family every weekend for dinner. It's just one day a week, for a couple of hours, so we are able to tolerate it. We don't talk to each other, but we do talk to our parents. We do talk and it's complicated, but we have to deal with it. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, I told my parents that Alex and I are considering getting engaged in a couple of months, soon after my sister's wedding. That's how serious we are right now because even though we have been dating for just two years, I have known him for quite some time and we have been friends for two years before we even started dating. So essentially, Melissa knew exactly how much I liked him, and even then, she decided to make a

move on my boyfriend just a week before her wedding. This happened last week. My parents were hosting one last dinner for all of us, including Theo and his family, to celebrate the marriage before the wedding finally took place. It was just family and a couple of close friends, and after dinner, I had been taking a walk in the garden because I wanted to get some fresh air. When I went back into the house, I overheard someone talking in a really seductive voice, in the kitchen and that kind of got me curious, so I decided to peep into the room, and to my shock, I realized that it was just my boyfriend and my sister in the room. I would have been angry, but it was just a weird sight because I could see that Melissa had literally cornered Alex, and he was standing with his back, literally pressed against the wall

because he was trying to put as much distance as he could between him and Melissa. and she was trying to flirt with him, telling him that if he ever got bored with me, he knew whom to call. I was disgusted and really pissed off, so I pushed the door open and stood in the doorway with my arms crossed, glaring at her and daring her to say something. But she just smiled very smugly at me and walked past me like nothing had even happened, even though I knew that she knew that I had overheard the whole thing. After she was gone, Alex came to me and tried to tell me that he hadn't done anything,

but he didn't even need to convince me because I knew that he hadn't. I trusted him enough, and I knew, from the sight of things, that he was very uncomfortable with what was going on. He told me that he had come to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, but then, Melissa had followed him inside and shut the door. He had tried to get away from her, but she had been blocking the door, and then, she had cornered him and had started making a move on him. The sad thing is that this is not even the first time that this is happening. Melissa has tried to make a move on my boyfriend several times before, and occasionally, it has even worked. Some of my friends did end up cheating on me with her, and my parents knew about it, but even

then, they forced us to be together. And every time I would threaten to cut them out of my life, they would start emotionally manipulating me, and I did not want to cut ties with my parents because apart from the whole thing with my sister, they were actually pretty good to me. I wouldn't say that my sister was the golden child either because she also received a lot of flack from my parents, but I can't blame them entirely either because this is just being a terrible person, they have nothing to do with it. They were trying their best to make this family work. But after what happened last week, I decided that I had had enough. Because even now, in spite of being engaged, if she could not keep her hands to herself and still wanted to come after me, she would have to

face the consequences of it as well. I knew that this was not about her and Alex, it was about her and me and her insane need to outdo me and try to one-up me all the time. I really had enough by that point, so I decided to tell my mother about what was going on because that was the first person that I ran into after Alex told me whatever had happened. I pulled her aside and explained the situation to her and I told her that I had also heard a bunch of other rumors from my friends about Melissa and how she had been pretending to be and going out with other people,

cheating on Theo, right after the engagement. She was shocked and I expected her to tell me to do the right thing, but instead, she told me to put all this aside for now and literally begged me not to speak about this with anybody. I could not believe that this was happening because I knew that, in spite of everything, my parents were at least upright people and they would ask me to do the right thing, which would be to prevent Theo from marrying Melissa because clearly she was not serious about him as he thought she was. But she begged me not to talk about this and never say anything about it, trying to convince me to put on a happy face for the wedding, and after that,

whatever would happen, would happen. After that interaction with my mother, I gave up any hope of this family ever being normal because Melissa was just a terrible person and my parents, no matter how much they pretended to be good people and acted like they loved us both equally. They definitely encouraged her behavior and did not do anything to prevent her from becoming an even worse person. So after Alex and I left that day, I was really frustrated because all along, I had believed that my parents would eventually do the right thing, but now, it had become clearer to me than ever that,

no matter what. They would always put her above everything else. After the two of us got home that day, a few minutes after we had reached, Alex gave me some news that finally cheered me up. Now, I could finally take things into my own hands because if my mother was not going to allow me to get to Theo and tell him the truth, I could just send it to him because Alex told me that he had accidentally started recording a video when Melissa had cornered him because he had been on his phone while he was in the kitchen. And apparently his screen hadn't been turned off when she entered the room. So somehow, while trying to put it in his pocket, he had started recording in now, we had video evidence of her trying to make a move on my boyfriend, just a week before the wedding. I instantly knew what to do,

so I typed out the entire list of nasty rumors about Melissa that I had heard from my friends after they got engaged and attached that video to that email, and sent it to Theo. I don't know what exactly I had expected to happen after that email, but it is definitely not radio silence. The next day, when we woke up, Alex and I had expected at least a couple of messages from some people. If not, then at least Melissa or my parents, but then we just had no messages. Our inbox was completely empty and people were going on about their lives as if nothing had happened. We waited for a couple of hours, hoping that it would come later in the day, at least something would happen.

But towards the evening, Alex and I still hadn't heard back from anybody and everything seemed normal. My mother had even called me up and had a very normal conversation with me in the meantime. So he and I were forced to accept that. Maybe he had watched the video, and read the email, and I decided that he was going to stick with Melissa and ignore everything that we had said. I won't lie, both of us were a tiny bit disappointed because we really thought that we could get her back for everything that she had done, but unfortunately, it did not work out that way for us

back then. Or at least that's what we had believed. One week passed in yesterday, we finally attended her wedding. We were surprised that it was even happening, especially after that video that we had sent to Theo. Everything was going smoothly and Alex and I were just really confused, since nothing had even happened at the rehearsal dinner. Both of them seemed in love and he had absolutely no difference in his behavior. He had even greeted us the same way, so I had almost started believing that maybe he hadn't even opened the email at all, but I did not have the heart to tell him to check his inbox

since it seemed like the universe did not want him to know and wanted him to be with Melissa. And I was not going to interfere with that and go out of my way to create trouble. So after that email, I had given up any hope, but then, yesterday, while he was up at the altar, something really strange happened. After Melissa had said her vows, it was his turn, but instead of his vows, he started talking about a certain email that he had received one week ago and Alex and I just looked at each other, and we knew what was going to happen. I wouldn't say that we were happy, it was just really weird and confusing for us, but then, he went on to read out the contents of that email and actually

played the video on the mic, and I think everybody recognized Melissa's voice and also Alex. his voice, so that was kind of awkward for us, because all eyes were on us at that point of time. But after he was done reading that email and playing that video, he told us that he had waited for one week and thought about what he wanted to do, and during this time, he had not spoken to anybody about what he had seen. But now, he had spoken to people and talked to them about the rumors that have been listed in the email and as it turns out, it was mostly true. He had even spoken to a couple of guys back from Melissa's school, and they confirmed with photos, that she had indeed been out on a date with them in the past five years, that she had been with him.

And now, it only seemed fitting that he left her because there was nothing else that he had to say to her. And he had chosen this moment to leave her, at the altar, because he believed that after everything that had happened, he at least deserved a moment of satisfaction and revenge. After that speech, he walked off, and for a few seconds, there was absolute silence. but then, Melissa completely dissolved into panic mode. She was hysterical after that, and everybody spent a couple of hours at the venue because everybody was just so confused about what to do, whether the wedding was happening or not, and eventually, her in-laws had to take the mic and tell everybody to go home after lunch.

Because that was the bare minimum that they could do for all the guests who had come. So some people stayed for lunch and then left, but Alex and I just left as soon as we could. We could hardly even believe what had happened, but we were happy that Theo had decided to leave because honestly, he deserved better. He was a good man, and he deserved to be with somebody who was actually in love with him and was not just keeping him around as an option. Anyway, once Alex and I got home, we did not know what to expect. Really late at night, though, my mother finally called me, which is something that I knew was going to happen. She told me that she knew I was the one who had sent that email and accused me of being a vindictive

person and said that I had always been jealous of Melissa, that she was getting married before me, and that's why I had ruined her wedding. She told me that she and my dad were really disappointed with what I had done and said that I was just as bad as my sister because it was not just always trying to outdo me because I had always been trying to do the same thing to her as well, and maybe that's why we never got along. But anyway, the damage was finally done and she told me that it would be best if she was you did not keep in touch for a while because she did not have anything left to say and it broke my heart. I just kept replying to that conversation in my head and I tried really hard to defend myself,

but I just kept falling short of words. I was just so hurt by what she said in right now, I'm wondering if I'm actually the bad guy here. Alex tells me that I'm not, but he's my boyfriend. He's obviously going to be on my side here. I just really want to know if people think that I'm the bad guy here. So Ida for telling my sister's fiancé how she has been trying to cheat on him just a week before the wedding. Update 1. Hi, it has been one week since the incident at the wedding and right now, all I know is that the wedding is not going to happen. They have broken up, which is what I heard from a couple of friends since Melissa has been going around and telling everybody that I am the one behind the breakup, even though she was the one who had been cheating on him all along and she had been the one who hit on my

boyfriend just a week before her wedding. I don't understand how this is my fault, and I'm not going to blame myself for anything. I can't even believe that I let my mother gaslight me to believe that this was somehow my fault. I went through the comments on my original post and did some thinking for myself as well. I came to the conclusion that maybe I did try to out to my sister just as much as she tried to do the same to me, but in the end, nothing justified what she did. No matter what, I never hit on any of her boyfriends and I never went out of my way to make her miserable. I competed with her, that was for sure, but I would never stoop so low as to hit on her boyfriends to get back at her. I would never hurt anybody else in the process, that's beneath me.

But evidently, it was not beneath her, and she was just a serial cheater, and I exposed her. I don't think I need to feel bad about it because I just saved some poor innocent guy from getting scammed for his entire life. My mother just wanted to pretend that everything was fine to preserve the reputation of the family, but I don't think that our reputation is more important than somebody else's feelings. Because if he ended up getting married to her, they would have to get a divorce, and that would be far more ugly than what happened so I just saved everybody a lot of trouble. And if my parents still want to take her side on this, they are welcome to do so. I have blocked them and if they want to reach out to me, they know where I live. As for Melissa, I hardly care about how she feels.

She doesn't care about what anybody else feels, I don't think I need to extend that courtesy to her, and I'm glad that she is miserable right now. Maybe if she didn't want Theo to leave her, she should have been a better partner to him. Also, I just want to touch on some things. There were some people in the comments who had been suggesting that maybe I had feelings for Theo, which is why I had been trying so hard to sabotage them and were blaming me for everyone. everything. I want to deny that I definitely tried to sabotage them, but it was more out of concern for him than hate for my sister. And even if it was out of it for my sister, I don't think I did anything wrong. Even if I did everything out of spite, it still led to something good happening for

Theo. And just because I wanted something good to happen to him, it does not translate to saying that I had feelings for him. I do think he's a nice person and has a good heart, but that's about it. he and I are not even close friends. So I don't understand why people came to the conclusion that I had feelings for him. It's just ridiculous. And also, I literally have Alex, who has been with me for the past two years. I love him more than anything or anybody in the world and I want to marry him, and I think I made that perfectly clear in my original post as well, so I don't even know how this theory of me having feelings for Theo came to exist. Either way, I thought that it was quite insulting and I wanted to put it out there, that whatever I did, it was because I thought

it was the right thing to do. And I had put up with a lot of BS over the years, I don't think I need to put up with it anymore. So I don't have any regrets about what I did, and if somebody wants to still believe that I did this because I had feelings for Theo, they are welcome to do so. I know what my intentions were, and I know what I did was the right thing to do, so it's fine. and most of the comments are in my favor, I don't think I need to explain more. Anyway, Alex and I are happy and content with the way that things have turned out. My parents are not speaking to me anymore, but it doesn't matter to me because either way, they are going to pick Melissa's side, no matter how wrong she is.

In this situation, she has literally been proven to be a serial cheater, and they are still on her side. I don't know how that works. But anyway, I don't need to try and make things right with them anymore because they have made it very clear to me that I'm not that important to them and neither is doing the right thing. So whatever, it's a free country and we can all do whatever we want and I guess that's what we are doing. Update two, hi, it has been almost two weeks since the wedding was called off and Theo walked out on Melissa, and today, I finally heard back from him. It was quite a shock because I did not think he was ever going to reach out to me to say anything because, to be honest, I did sabotage his wedding and I was the bearer of bad news, which hardly

goes down well with people. And we hadn't exactly been good friends before the incident, so I did not know what to expect. But I'm really happy that he reached out because a couple of hours ago, he sent me an email in response to the one that I had sent him three weeks back, before his wedding. He told me that he hadn't had the opportunity to thank me before because he was still grappling with his feelings and did not know what to do, so he had been ignoring. me, but now, since everything was out in the open, he felt like he needed to thank me for looking out for him and letting him know. He said that he had occasionally had his reservations about Melissa, but he had always believed that people were wrong about her. Since nobody ever had the guts

to actually come up to him and give him a clear picture of the kind of situation that he was in, since nobody wanted to be the bad guy. But I was the only person who would actually come up to him and told him the truth, so he would be able to make a decision for himself and his relationship. So he thanked me for that, and he told me that he did not know why I had done exactly what I had done, and he was not interested either because he did not want to know my motives since that would just ruin the whole thing, but I just wanted to thank me and get it out of the way. And I think that was a nice thing to do. I obviously still feel bad for him because I knew that he was really in love with Melissa, but Alex and I talked about it, and this is better for him, in the long run. I hope he finds happiness after this. Update 3, Hi, Guys.

So this is going to be a really short and sweet update. About three months ago, I had been posting here and I had mentioned that I wanted to marry Alex and we had been planning on getting engaged. Well, it finally happened. Two days ago, he finally proposed to me and I said yes. We are going to get married and in a couple of days, we are also throwing an engagement party for ourselves. I haven't invited my parents since they haven't bothered to reach out to us, and I guess our relationship with them is over now. I posted about my engagement on social media and they did not even congratulate me, but all my

relatives did, and everybody else thinks that I did the right thing back then and my parents are just being awful. So now I don't expect anything from them anymore. But whatever, at least I'm happy and so is Alex, and that's all that I need right now.