Reddit Stories - Secrets Unveiled Family Betrayal and Sleepless Nights ( Over 3 Hour Compilation ) - Episode 54

Episode Date: March 25, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #familybetrayal #secretsunveiled #sleeplessnights #compilation #episode54  Summary: In Episode 54, "Secrets Unveiled: Family Betrayal and Sleepless Nights," listeners explore heart-wrenching stories of betrayal within families. The compilation reveals deep secrets that lead to sleepless nights, showcasing the emotional turmoil and complex relationships that arise from hidden truths. A gripping exploration of familial dynamics ensues.  Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, betrayal, familydrama, emotionalstories, secrets, sleeplessnights, relationships, storytelling, podcast, compilation, heartwrenching, personalnarratives, truth, conflict, dynamics, revelations, experiencesBecome 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. My sibling has always despised my spouse from the start and refuses to disclose the reason why, so when I eventually questioned her, she alleged that he had perused my journal and inquired about her secret crush, but I caught her lying. I, 30F, recently got married and had a baby. My sister, 24, does not like my husband and will not tell me why. When I first brought him home to introduce everyone, she was a bit standoffish, but in general

she doesn't really like people, very few friends, never brings anyone home to meet the family and has never wanted to spend time with anyone I brought home. Before my husband and I got married, I asked her if she had any issues with him, she said no and that he seemed nice. I asked her to be my maid of honor and thought all was well. Fast forward to last week, my husband goes to drop off something at the family home, sister lives with my parents and came back looking shaken. I asked him what happened and he said he knocked and went into the kitchen and my sister told him my parents weren't home. He said he tried to

give her the stuff I had asked him to drop off and she told him to put it in the garage. It was food, even though they were in the kitchen. He said as he was picking the stuff back up to go he tried making small talk, commenting about the weather and she snapped at him, saying don't dollar and at hashtagging talked to her and stormed out of the room. My husband has never done given me reason to worry about him being inappropriate or anything, but that was where my mind first went. We live near them and he had been gone for less than five minutes. I called my sister to ask what happened and she hung up on me, messaged her, and she ignored me until this morning when I bombarded her phone with messages because I wanted to resolve whatever was going on.

She finally replied and basically said she hates him, has always hated him and her only boundary is that he never talks to her. In the seven years we have been together, they've spoken maybe five times and that was mostly him greeting her. I asked her why and she said she doesn't need a reason, she just doesn't like him and doesn't want him around. I asked her point blank if he had done or said something to make her feel like that and she said he didn't do anything and that she doesn't need a reason to feel how she does. Now my family is very close, my other sibling, brother 29,

and I sometimes dropped by unannounced to help my mom cook dinner or just hang out. My parents encouraged this as they say they like having us around. I told her it's going to be weird if he can't even just greet her when we come over. She said she was sick of me having a stranger in her home. I told her I didn't realize she felt that way about him and said I wouldn't ask him to drop stuff without me being around anymore. Mind you, she's had seven years to get to know him and I didn't realize she still considered him a stranger.

She then said that that was not the point, that she didn't want him talking to her at all and that was the boundary she wanted respected. I told her that I would tell him and try to keep them apart, but that would mean her time with my son, her nephew, six months, would be affected because my husband will not be comfortable with our son being around someone who hates him. Frankly, I'm now uncomfortable with it too because I don't know what ideas she will try to put in his head. It's also going to affect my parents' time with him because if my husband can't bring him around it's going to affect the amount of times he goes over there. I didn't tell her but that hurts my heart because they absolutely adore my son, He's their first and only grandchild so far and they love spending time with him, always telling us to bring him over. She said I was playing the victim, painting her as a itch and trying to trample the only boundary that she has set for herself. I'm currently thoroughly lost and trying to figure out the best way forward. Ada here, and is there any way I can fix this situation? Edit, I never expected so many replies in such a short time, but I appreciate the responses.

To clarify a few things and answer some questions. One, I've mentioned it to my parents and they're aware of what happened. My mom said she'll sit my sister down for a conversation but from what I hear my sister keeps making reasons to avoid it, busy, tired, wanting more time, etc. My dad says not to worry about it and it will blow over. My dad had a heart attack recently and is currently recovering so I don't want to push it with them right now and stress him out so I left it at that with him and changed the subject. My partner is amazing and has never given me reason to worry about him being around any females.

I admit I was worried he had done something when he told me how she responded because I can't wrap my brain around why she would blow up over just small talk but she herself said he didn't do anything. I know my brother has had partners but he hasn't brought any home. I myself didn't bring anyone home until I was serious about them and thought there might be a future. brought home a grand total of two guys, current partner and my ex from college. Regarding her mental health, she has always had a bad temper, has snapped at me many times with no apology even when she realized later she was wrong, E.G. accused me of taking her shoes which she had actually just left in the vehicle. There has never been anything on this level before.

Update 1. I'm blown away by the number of responses. I'm trying to read them all but replying to all is a bit difficult due to the volume. I appreciate all the responses, though. It gives me perspective. To clarify, the only reason I consider my husband might have done something is because I'm in health care in an environment where all sides of all stories have to be looked at. My first instinct was that she was being out of line for no reason, but I always try to look at both sides and was trying to figure out why she said what she did. Both he and her said that he didn't do anything and I'm going with that. Growing up my brother was the golden child, dad only wanted a son and kept talking about his son and his legacy. My dad has evolved over the years. He doesn't do that anymore and makes all

his children a priority now. My dad when I was 10 is a different man to the one I have now. And my sister was my mom's favorite. She would always say that to us. I never wanted to be the calm princess my mom wanted. I wanted to make my dad happy and be as boylike as possible and refused to wear the dresses, etc. She wanted me to that relationship has also evolved. My mom and I are on much better terms now than when I was a kid. I was the oddball and my siblings and I weren't really close until everyone was past 14 or 15. Then we started finding shared interests, etc. My husband was beyond happy to marry into my family. My parents treat him like their own son and he has said many times they feel more like family than his own family.

He has three brothers, but he's the youngest by ten years and felt left out a lot. He once told me he was excited to have a sister-in-law as he is none of his own and isn't close with his brothers, so this whole thing has him down and I feel horrible for even considering he had done anything inappropriate when I knew deep down he hadn't. I was just trying to figure out what was going on. My sister told my dad she will sit down with us to talk about it this afternoon when I get off work so waiting to hear what she says in his presence. We'll update again after we talk.

Update 2, spoke with my dad and sister a couple hours ago. Basically my dad asked both of us what happened. I gave my side and she gave her side. My dad asked her if she was sure she had no reason to do that. She said she had a reason but she didn't want to say. My dad said, well, that's that we won't force anyone to share anything. She then says, okay, she'll tell us why. She said when she first met my husband, he asked her about a guy.

Let's call him Mr. L. She said he asked her how Mr. L. was doing. Then she turns to me and goes, yeah, I know you read my diary. The guy I had a crush on and wrote all my private thoughts about, the first day your husband met me he asked me and that told me everything I needed to know about him. I'm still flabbergasted that she would say that because first of all, I didn't know she had a diary and even if I did know I would never have read it. I had a journal once in my cousin read it, teased me mercilessly, I would never wish that

upon someone else. I was surprised at first then I got pissed because I realized she was making stuff up at that point. She met my husband six years ago. We had been dating a year before I introduced him to the family. Two years ago my sister went abroad for a year, college-related. A friend of mine who started school late and was in the same program as her was on the same trip. I recognized the name as the hot professor my friend came back gushing about. I asked my sister if that was the professor that worked at the university and she went, yes, you see, is that your confession? I asked her how my husband asked her six years ago about someone she only met two years ago. She stopped talking for a good minute, like her brain was buffering, then she snapped at me

that I just didn't understand how hard it was for her to keep having a stranger in her home and stormed off. My son is going to grow up without getting to know the only auntie that he has, but I cannot fix a situation that she is making up. Growing up I was not an awesome sibling. There were petty arguments, stupid fights over stuff like the TV remote, what to have for dinner, etc., but I thought we had a better relationship the last few years. We were sending each other memes, cracking jokes, took a few trips together, dinners, lunches, she was my mate of honor at my wedding and visited me in the hospital every day I was there, emergency C-section with complications, I was there for a week, and checked on me every day

postpartum for the first couple months. I'm still hoping this can somehow be fixed, but if she's making up lies and unwilling to communicate I don't see what I can do. Edit 1. I asked my husband about it. He doesn't remember asking her anything about any guy. He doesn't recognize that name at all. My husband and sister never dated since so many people are asking. Yes, I know for a fact, the areas he went to school and work are far from where we are and the way we were raised we didn't go out much. Yes, my husband is a different race from us, but I would like to think my sister isn't racist. We are Asian, he's black. He's black. He's black.

Edit 2, I see a lot of people calling her racist and to add to an already long post. I didn't think it was that because my ex was Asian and she didn't seem to like him but we were only together six more months after I introduced him to the family so they didn't interact anymore. My family at its core is Asian, starting with my grandparents, but over the years there has been a lot of mixing, a lot of mixed cousins, etc., and she gets along with my cousin, half black half Asian and his wife who is black. Regarding the mental health, I've brought up her anger issues in the past and she doesn't want to try any type of therapy or evaluation. She's a grown woman

and as long as she isn't a direct threat to herself or exhibiting violence to others it is completely her choice. Some people are mad that I use the word female. Odd thing to be mad about, I use the words male and female on a regular basis. Never known it to be an issue. Update 3 to everyone saying she needs therapy, etc. I have suggested it to her in the past because she has some anger issues, but she always says no and you cannot force someone to go to therapy. It has to be their own choice. I spoke to my dad again this morning. He said he tried talking to her again, but she's avoiding the topic. I told him don't worry about it and that he and my mom are welcome at my place, but I wouldn't be coming around as often to a place where I have safety concerns

for my son and husband. Dad said he understands. My mom, My mom is a bit pissed about the whole situation, mostly about what my sister did, and backs my stance. My mom told me she asked her how she would feel that someone was treating my brother the same way she was treating my husband and she threw a fit saying my mom was seriously trying to guilt her, which I take to mean she knows she was out of line because why would you feel guilty if you hadn't done anything wrong? For those saying I need to tell my parents kick her out.

That is not an option. She just finished college and is looking for a job. She can't afford to move out even if she wanted to. We might be at odds now, but keep in mind this is my only sister. We were not the closest but usually were there for each other in the past. Mad as I might be at her, I don't want to see her homeless. To the people mad about the whole race thing. I have 27 aunts and uncles, yes my grandparents were busy, my family is well and truly mixed.

There's black, white, Hispanic, more Asian, Filipino. If you can think of the race, it's probably mixed into my family. That's why I said I didn't think it was because of his race. She seems to hate most equally. She and my brother don't always get along but she's being extra nice to him. He told me she told him that he's the only one on her side and everyone is against her. However, he has made it clear that he is not taking sides. He is not going to change how he interacts with anyone and is speaking to both of us. That's completely fine by me. he's her brother and isolation probably won't help her in any way. Next story, mother demanded I invite my estranged brother to my wedding and help him get a visa,

but when I said no she guilt tripped me about paying for my medical school exams, so I told her she uninvited too. For context, my brother, 26M and I, 31F, have been estranged for years. He has always been arrogant, self-absorbed, and unapologetic about past behavior. Growing up, our mother, 62F, constantly played favorites. He was the golden child, and he thrived in that role. The last time we spoke, we had a major argument. He has never shown any remorse, and I've made peace with not having a relationship with him. I am a foreign MD working in the U.S. and getting married to my American fiancé, 33M, in early 2026. My family lives in my home country, and so we are finalizing our guest

list as it will be a destination wedding. My mother insists on letting my brother come along when she found out that he did not know I was already getting married. She then insisted that I invite him to the wedding, not sure if this was his or purely her idea, even asking me to provide an invitation letter to help his chances of getting a tourist visa. I respectfully told her no. Aside from our personal history, the reality is he's still a student with very few ties to home, so I doubt he would even qualify for a visa on his own. My parents, who already have valid visas and have visited me before, offered to be as Garendor, and that my invitation letter would help him out.

Personally, I don't want him to have access to me, and I refuse to let him benefit from me. My mom argued that he could stay at a separate hotel and that she just wanted the whole family together. I explained that I don't feel comfortable with him being at my wedding and that I don't want to deal with that stress on what should be a special day. I told her that by insisting on his presence, she was only reinforcing my feeling. that she prioritizes his feelings over mine. She kept pressing, saying that relatives would talk badly if my brother wasn't invited. I finally told her that if she insisted, then she could

also consider herself uninvited. That led to a blow-up where she accused me of being ungrateful, us Asians are big on indebtedness to family low, even reminding me that she and my father helped pay for my exams, expensive as an international medical graduate. She said the least I could do was grant her this one wish. I then exasperatedly told her that I would think about it. Ida for refusing to invite my brother? Is there a reasonable compromise here, or should I stand my ground? Comments where Op has replied, Who is paying for the wedding?

Me and my fiancé would be paying for the wedding. No financial help from either of our family's comment one. There's a lot of cultural stuff here that I'm not sure how to deal with. I know just enough about Asian family culture to know that I don't know enough to comment on it. If you were one of my friends in my culture, the answer would be NTA. So I'm going with that. Oop, I agree, that's why I chose to seek opinions here on Ida. Cross-posting this to a sub with mostly people from my country would likely invite backlash and pressure me into compromising, since many there are deeply religious and family-oriented.

I really appreciate the validation of my decision. It's difficult to untangle ourselves from cultural influences, but being in the U.S. has definitely opened my eyes. Comment 2. NTA just reimbursed her for your testing fees. You will never be out of her debt otherwise. The next will be your brother needs financial help. You need to help him because I spent so much money paying for your exams your brother needs a job. Maybe you can help him go to the U.S. nip all of this in the bud. You don't have to explain much at the wedding. Brother doesn't have a visa so he's not here. Yep, I'm in the process of paying the exam fees back.

This whole situation has really opened my eyes to its gravity, and I don't like having that fact constantly dangled over my head. As for the second part about the job, I can absolutely see that happening. And honestly, as the older sibling, I'm exhausted from always being expected to bail out someone who is so blatantly disrespectful and unappreciative. Every single time. Comment three. Uh, no.

You don't think about it. No is no. She doesn't get to hold the exams over your head, that was a decision they made as adults and as your parents. Not leverage so they can boundary stomp you. This is not your mom's day, who gives a fuck if she just wants her family together. Your wedding isn't about her.

She can take it as it is or leave it. NTA. Don't bend. Oop, I agree. I've decided to firmly say no in our next conversation. I don't owe this to her, or anyone, and certainly not to the brat she raised. I don't want him creating problems for me, and knowing how spiteful he is, I'm sure he'll find a way to violate the trip and drag me into trouble. Comment 4. NTA. If your brother decides to outstay his visa, your parents, and you might well be on the hook for fines and whatever else the U.S. governments think is a fitting

punishment. Any invites you extend in the future would also be looked at with extra sharp eyes. He doesn't care about that, so the answer is no and no again. Too much risk. Oop, I agree. I remember during my application, they asked whether I had family living in the country, and I think they run background checks. A lot of people from my country tend to overstay, and applications can get denied for far less. Knowing how vindictive he is, I'm certain to he'd find a way to get me into trouble. Thanks for the insight. Update, just got off the phone with my mother.

I respectfully told her that she needs to respect my decision not to bring him around. That if he were genuinely interested in reconciliation, he would have reached out himself, not as a grown man hiding behind his mommy. Thank you, by the way, for helping me realize this. I also made it clear that if she was even considering doing something behind my back or try to spring a nasty surprise on the day of, I would not hesitate to exclude her entirely. To no one's surprise, this was met with a screaming match followed by the classic religious guilt trip. Do you want an awful marriage? How can it be blessed by God if both parents aren't there to give their blessing?

Yada yada. Then came the lecture about what I'd tell my future children if their uncle was out of the picture, and of course, the accusation that living in the U.S. has changed my perspective on family. As for my father, I don't think he's aware of all this yet, but I'm sure he'll hear about it soon. Never had an issue with him, though, he's always supported me, even with being NC with my brother. I know he'd disapprove, but ultimately, he would understand. What I expect next is her tried and true stonewalling routine. That's fine, I've seen this pattern countless times. Never resolving conflicts, just freezes me out until she feels like pretending nothing happened. Textbook emotionally immature parent.

Even if she decides to patch things up later, it won't be by acknowledging her mistakes, just by softening the silent treatment. And in her eyes, this will always be my wrongdoing. Whatever. Her refusal to respect my boundaries and her continued treatment of me only confirm what I already know. Going no contact with her is the healthiest choice.

I can understand, to an extent, why she favors the younger sibling. There are plenty of factors I've reasoned myself with over the years. He's male, following their footsteps as a lawyer, still lives with them, and his backstory as a child was marked by sickness and multiple brushes with death. So yes, I get the overprotectiveness. But even on our last get-together trip overseas a few years ago, I recall having to consciously remind myself not to roll my eyes every time she babed him into a blitzel. as if he isn't a full-grown man. When I raised concerns to her about him and on during one instance, his arrogance and toxic, self-centered behavior, she brushed it off. Her defense? That he needs to be so-and-so and develop a thick skin because he's in a high-stress, competitive environment.

So, aren't doctors also in high-stress environments? Do we all have to behave that way? Q's silence, of course, I know there are cultural nuances and complexities here, with us being Asian, and a glimpse of our family dynamics that are complicated as all hell. Which is why I'm posting from a dump account, and why I first tried IDA before cross-posting to my home country's version. I have an inkling of what the responses will be, and I suspect they won't line up with what my heart hopes to hear. L.O.L.

Still, I wanted to gather a more diverse perspective. Thank you for all your insights and rest assured, on the day of my wedding, there will be plenty of security measures in place. I hope you enjoy this story. My young relative insulted me and mentioned that her father described me as feminine because I enjoy preparing meals and tidying up. When I requested an apology, my whole clan cited against me. Me. I, 29M, and my wife, 30F, have two kids, 5M, 3M. My wife works a full-time office job, while I work from home with extremely flexible hours.

Basically as long as I meet my deadlines no one really cares how many hours it took or what time of day I work outside of some Zoom meetings. My sister, 26F, let's call her Barb, and her husband, 30M, let's call him Nick, live nearby and work full-time jobs. They have a daughter, 5F, let's call her Tracy. Because of my comfortable work schedule, when our kids started going to daycare, we basically decided that I'll be dropping off and picking up my niece from daycare alongside my own kids. I didn't really mind and I thought it was great for my kids to spend time with their cousin. I get along with Tracy as well, and always thought I was her cool uncle. She's a sweet kid and usually well-behaved. So anyway most days I bring her and my kids back to our house.

I make them snacks or dinner, and in the afternoon slash evening my sister comes to pick them up. A few days ago the five-yo kids were watching Bluey on the TV as I was preparing snacks with my three-yo and I suddenly heard yelling. I rushed over to see what's up and my son was yelling at her that my dad's not a girl. While my niece yells back he is. He's a F-a-a-sterisk-a-k. That's like a girl. The word is different in my language but the meaning holds, as is the distinction between using it versus simply addressing a gay person. I'm kind of in shock at first, but I turned off the TV, and I sat her down and began explaining that this is a very bad word and we shouldn't be calling people that, and that regardless,

I'm not a girl. And because this is a bad word she should apologize to me because we don't act mean to each other in this family. And if I hear this again, I'm going to talk to her parents and she's going to get in trouble. She said she won't get in trouble. She said she won't get in trouble. because that's what her dad called me, and he's not in trouble. I was stunned. I told her that regardless of what her dad said, it's a very bad word and she's not to use it with me or in my presence, and that she should apologize regardless because it hurt my feelings, which she did, because she's a really good kid. We talked some more and I prodded her about other things her parents said, and from what I gather, getting info out of a five-year-old being obviously a difficult and unreliable process.

Nick, my bill, told my sister in Tracy's presence that men shouldn't be sitting at home all day in doing childcare, that cooking is a woman's duty, as is cleaning and really most of the things I do around my house. And that I'm a girl, I interpret this as not really a man, because I do housework and my wife earns more money than me. I explained to her the best I could that man and woman could work from an office or from home, and that my wife or Barb working long hours from the office doesn't make the men, and vice versa. But I didn't dwell on it with her since it's not really her fault. I didn't

immediately bring it up with my sister because I figured it would be a difficult conversation and I didn't want to have it in front of the kids and I wanted to talk it out with my wife first as well. I did talk to my wife that evening and she seemed really upset as well. I told her that I think I should demand an apology from Nick and my sister, and she agreed. I called my sister and told her what happened, and she said that it's just a word and I'm blowing it out of proportion, and obviously Nick doesn't dislike me. I said I don't care whether he does or doesn't dislike me, he is talking shit about me behind my back to my niece and to her, and she is apparently very chill about this, rather than standing up for me. She said that was how Nick was,

and I should stop being a drama queen. I told her to fuck off and if that was how she felt she could pick up her own child from daycare, and hung up. I know. I know that she was. I know. I know. I I know it was really short notice and rude, but I really felt like I was being disrespected by people I did so much for over the years, and were my family. My wife said she understood, and that I shouldn't back down until I at least get a proper apology. The next two days were a weekend and there was no daycare. I assumed there would be calls or texts from Barb, but there was nothing.

In fact, the suspicious lack of any messages or calls made me think she didn't take my word seriously, and this actually got me even more angry. The calls did come when it was time to pick up Tracy for daycare and I, obviously, didn't come. I dropped my own kids off, and didn't even answer for a while. I know it was petty, but I was stewing for two days and figured letting barbed stew for a few hours seemed really appropriate and felt really good. Around noon when she called again I did pick up. I was going to smugly tell her that I was ready for my apology, and we would put it behind us, but I didn't get to. Instead, she went off on me about how I was irresponsible and I flaked, and she was so late for work because of me,

to which I just said I told you I wasn't going to pick her up. You had two days to make arrangements. And she kept yelling at me, so I hung up again. She kept calling and sending me texts about picking Tracy up from daycare, to which I said I will not be, then stopped replying. When I came to pick my kids up, Tracy was expecting me to take her as well, and I didn't, which was very rough on me and her both. Like, I know it's not her fault and she's five, and she suddenly doesn't get to go over to our place and play and have snacks, but at the same time, I didn't want to just let this thing go. I felt like I deserved an apology, and still do, so I explained that me and her mom were fighting, but I'll pick her up again when we work it out. She obviously didn't take it well, because she's five, but I apologized, took my kids and left. Well, a bit later I got a call from my mom, Barb roped her into picking up Tracy, but my mom is disabled,

so she was having a really hard time with Tracy, and asked me why I was being mean to Barb. I told her everything, expecting her to take my side, but instead she also pulled a you know how Nick is, to which I replied that the more I realize how Nick is the less I like it, and if he thinks all this shit in general and about me specifically, I sure as fuck ain't going to be doing free labor for him. She said I was blowing this all out of proportion, and I told her I wasn't the one doing it, because all I asked for was a fucking apology, and everyone else seemed to prefer all of this shit to just giving it to me, to which she said I should just be the bigger man and not let it get to me, to which I said I was done and to have fun with Tracy. That evening I got a call

from Nick himself, which I was hesitant about, but chose to answer on the off chance that I was actually about to get that apology. Nope. Apparently my behavior is causing Barb great distress and we're family and how can I do this to my own sister. I told him that since we're family, how can he talk shit about me to his kid which I take care of daily, and he said he was only joking, and it was all in good fun. I told him it was neither good nor fun for me, and I want my apology.

He blew up on me, telling me I was a F.T. and couldn't take a joke, and called me a hysterical little girl. I told him to fuck off and that I was done with him and hung up. This led to a bunch of calls from Barb and my mom which I didn't answer. Barb texted me that it wasn't fair for Tracy to pay the price for me being petty, and I told her that it wasn't fair for Tracy to pay the price of her parents being ungrateful pieces of shit, to which she just text yelled at me a bunch about how she was going to lose her job and I was being cruel to her and to mom. I told her I was done and unless her next message was an apology I will be blocking her number and it wasn't, so now I blocked her. Past few days my mom's been picking up Tracy and it's been really rough seeing her in

daycare and explaining that grandma is going to pick her up, which she hates and tells me she isn't having fun with grandma and wants to come over to our place and it's breaking my heart, but at the same time. I never got a single apology from anyone but the the five yo, and I feel like letting this go would just be telling my family that it's okay to ignore my boundaries. But at the same time I do love my niece and I don't want to traumatize her or have her resent me. She is a good kid and none of it is her fault. So, Ada? And, what do I do? Edit, holy shit you guys. Host barely been up four hours and I am already so grateful for all your support and advice. The angle of Nick actually wanting Barb to quit her job is not one I

considered but now I think it might actually have merit and it makes me very worried for her. At the same time I can't really do much until she at least acknowledges that that's just how Nick is so stop overreacting isn't going to fly with me. I also assume it's only a matter of time until my mom is no longer an option. She's already having a hard time, so I hope I get a chance to talk to her about it, ideally because she sees my point of view, but I'll settle for because she's desperate, I don't know what sort of child care they'll be able to afford. They took out a large mortgage on a house they can barely afford. I will also make certain to stress upon Tracy that I love her and none of this is her fault.

Thank you all. Update, November 13, 2024. All right, so I posted this yesterday and was genuinely overwhelmed by the comments, advice and support. I'd like to thank everyone for it, and feel this warrants an update. Just to clarify a few things. My dad died from a heart attack two years ago, which came as no surprise because he smoked a lot and lived a pretty unhealthy life, so we weren't really surprised, it wasn't his first either. He was a great grandpa and a great dad before that and right up to the end. But his death left my mom alone and she doesn't work. My mom has M.S. which is basically mostly steady, but slowly gets worse over time and flares up occasionally,

and is made worse by stress, which my mom goes through now. A flare up often means the level she gets back to isn't quite what it was before, so we mostly try to keep her stress free. My dad had life insurance so her house is paid for and she had a little money, but there's also a caretaker coming over three times a week to clean, cook, do shopping, etc., which she can't afford so me and my wife pay for. As I mentioned in a comment on the original post, me and my wife are doing probably better off financially than Barb and Bill. They have a fancy house and fancy cars, but they have a mortgage and loans.

So, the great response I got made me think about this shit again, and I thought how I could stand my ground without giving up on Tracy altogether, and figured there was no perfect solution. And I had to settle on something I took the day off work because I just needed to process and deal with this shit. One comment on the original post really got to me about how someone would feel in Tracy's place, and I just can't do it to her now. I know this isn't the update some of you have wanted, but I just can't. I love her like she was one of my own, and my kids do as well, and it's not her fault. I unblocked my sister because obviously if I'm going to be interacting with her child, she needs to be able to reach me.

I talked to my mom during the day and she was, again, distraught of her. about having to pick Tracy up, which is pretty hard on her. I told her I was willing to do it, but I'm coming over and she's going to have to hear me out, to which she agreed. I talked to her for a long time, avoiding snark and lashing out this time, and just explaining that basically how serious Nick was or how he is doesn't matter. I used that rocking the boat analogy someone linked to in comments, and further stressed my point by saying that it shouldn't matter if I was justified or not in getting upset.

I am her child and if something upset me it at least warrants giving me the benefit of the doubt before siding against me, and eventually it seemed to come through. She apologized and we hugged it out, and I think she got it. She's not a very confrontational person and generally really tries to keep the peace and this time she went about it wrong. I'm not saying I'm not mad, but she's my mom and she apologized. I explained to her that she shouldn't be covering for me because that means I have no leg to stand on when confronting Nick and Barb, and she was receptive to it. I texted my sister that we needed to talk and I'll drop Tracy off at their place tonight, to which I got a stoic thumbs up. I picked Tracy up from daycare today and she was overjoyed. She was actually a little possessive of me, staying by my side all afternoon. instead of running off to play, which was cute but also made me feel like shit a little,

because that's impact me not picking her up. I explained to the best of my ability that she's not in trouble and I'm not angry with her, but I am angry with her parents and we need to work that out, but I'll do my best to not stop picking her up anymore, which she was really happy about. I dropped her off in the evening and once she was in bed I sat down to talk with Barb and Nick. I told them flat out that Mom wasn't going to be covering for them anymore, and if they didn't let me finish what I had to say, I would get up and leave, and they can find new arrangements for Tracy, didn't mean it, but they don't need to know that. They weren't happy but they were willing to listen, so that's progress, or at least the threat working. I explained that this was the situation now, I don't need them to mean their apology, but I sure as fuck was going to need one.

This was principal now. I have spent years taking care of their child, and if they wanted to be assholes, I wasn't going to do it for free. So this was how it goes now, one. I am no longer going to be dropping her off in the morning until further notice. There was no excuse for the way Nick acted and it needed to have some lasting impact. Two. I was no longer going to be paying for family outings and family vacations. It was a man's job to support his family, so good luck with that.

The exception is Tracy, who is always welcome. Three, if I hear any more BS being talked about me behind my back, I was going to start charging them for my service. My plan was to dangle the thing they want, child care, restoring it, but at the same time giving some repercussions and threat of things getting hard for them again. I also laid it on pretty thick about how I am a man, so I obviously have a man. my pride and can't have that be disrespected. Even by my own family who I obviously love, don't really consider Nick family but figured he wouldn't figure that out. Nick was not happy

about this, and my sister actually had to take him outside to talk it out without me, but eventually they did agree to it, and I got my, admittedly half-hearted, apology. I could probably press it further, but I didn't want to risk having to either back down or hurt Tracy again, so I took this. No tears and no warm hugs, but I get to walk away with what I wanted, giving them some payback without having to give up my time with Tracy. I still plan to talk to my sister alone about her relationship with Nick and about how she sees me, but I figure I should let things calm down a bit before I do. I know this isn't the resolution some, maybe most, of you wanted, but at the end of the

day I need to find a solution I can live with, and for me this is it. We'll update if anything changes. Next story, wife cheated six years ago. I forgave her and everything was perfect until my sister asked if I wanted to spend my life with someone who betrayed me. Hello everyone. My wife and I have been married for 20 years and we have a daughter who's 18. She graduated high school a few months ago. Around six years ago, I found out that my wife was cheating on me and having an affair which lasted for a couple of months.

I really wanted to divorce, but my wife was really remorseful. She quit her job, she started going to therapy, she promised all reconciliation steps I asked for. Ultimately, I did decide to stay with my wife for her sake and for our family's sake too. For around five years, everything was actually going great, and we had date nights, romantic vacations, and we really loved each other. However, on the sixth year, the whole thing resurfaced by back on my mind, and I just couldn't get my mind off it. I finally made my decision after a particular line for my sister struck a chord with me. She said, would you really want use the gift of life and spend it with someone who had betrayed you so badly? She told me this a couple of

days before my daughter's graduation and that's when I finally decided I couldn't do it anymore. A day before my daughter's graduation, I informed my wife of my decision and told her that I would be filing for divorce soon. My wife was shocked, and she cried a lot and told me she would do anything, but I told her that my decision was final. My daughter's graduation in itself was great, and I was really proud of my daughter. And my wife seemed happy too, but my daughter could sense something was wrong and asked me why her mom seemed down and trying to fake a smile. I told her not to worry about it and to just enjoy the day. The next day, however, I told my daughter I would be filing for divorce, and my daughter seemed shocked. She said how I could do this to her mom before graduation,

and that's why her mom couldn't enjoy the graduation. I told her it's none of her business, but we'll both always love her regardless. My wife and I are now going through divorce proceedings. Ada? Comments where Op has replied, commenter one, Woody you could have waited a few days. Also, if you were happy, why did you let that line from your sister affect you so much? Are you easily influenced by others? Is the appearance of having always had a perfect marriage so important to you? Isn't the point to get a deeper and deeper understanding of the other person and ourselves? Oop, it wasn't just that line, and it wasn't a spur of the moment thing.

I was dwelling on it for the past year or so and talking it out with my sis. She told me that it was finally time I put myself first, and that I deserved to be with someone who would unconditionally love me, someone who would be there for me through thick and thin, and someone who would never betray me. Commenter too, I would have waited a bit after her graduation, since you already waited so long. Her graduation was marred due to her mom having to fake joy, your daughter clearly picked up on it. Now, she finds out the day after, further marring her memory of that day. You're not the asshole for deciding on a divorce, but your timing was a bit assholeish. Oop, I just wanted to be honest and transparent with my wife once I made the decision.

I was also able to enjoy my daughter's graduation, and a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. My daughter's graduation day was the proudest day of my life. Commenter three, are you having a midlife crisis? You forgave her. You waited six years. Did a young chick make it so these memories resurfaced? And then you made the graduation of her. about the divorce. Your daughter will forever remember that. Yes, oh-t-o-o-o-t-o-t-o-t. My daughter did have a really

good time, and the graduation party was great too. We took lots of pictures, and I'm sure she will remember the day fondly. The next day, however, I told my daughter about the divorce because she kept asking me about why her mom seemed so down. I did not really want to break the news to her so soon after graduation, but I really had no choice because she had. wanted to know the truth. My daughter, of course, was really sad about hearing it, and she even broke down in tears, but divorce is just a part of life, and both me and her mom still love her. She is at college now, and I'm sure she'll get over it soon. And I don't really have a midlife crisis or some other woman. I'm not even looking to date, at least for the next few years.

My focus is on myself and my family of origin. Commenter 4, get it's tough, but the timing was terrible. Your daughter deserves joyful memories, not family chaos on her graduation day. She'll remember this forever. An NSBP update, October 26, 2024. My daughter called me last night and told me she came across the post I had posted, and after reading my comments, she asked how I could be so cruel to her mom. She then told me she was going to temporarily go low contact with me. I did tell her I know she's going through a lot and I'll always be there for her but I'll respect her decision to go low contact. So that's not really the best news but life does move on. I hope you enjoy this story. Spouse had an affair with her supervisor,

proposed the idea of having an open relationship, but reconsidered when I developed feelings for a different woman. Greetings everyone, I never imagined this would happen. This point, to the of reaching out to strangers on the internet for guidance, but here we are. My wife and I have been together for ten years but married for eight, we met in college and were each other's firsts and only. I honestly thought we had a unique and beautiful relationship because of that, but it appears that was just me. Some time ago my wife began working at new company, at first she found it difficult to fit

in because she's always been reserved but after encouragement for me she made friends with a group of girls, some of whom were single, divorced or dating but non-married. At first I was happy she made friends but then she started going out for drinks, partying or something other thing her friends had planned. I became concerned by her change in behavior and tried to talk to her about it, but at the same time didn't want to restrict her in any way, it started to affect our relationship in the bedroom. My wife wasn't one to initiate intimacy but with her continued going out she was either too

tired or wasn't in a mood. At some point her company got a new manager whom my wife and her friends had taken a shining two. She began mentioning him in passing, but it got a point where pointing how he handled certain problems that didn't seem to be work-related. I questioned her on her fascination with this man and she brushed off my concerns. She even started asking if I regretted not having more experience with woman to which I said no because she is all I ever needed. I swore I thought for a moment I saw a flash of sadness in her eyes but she quickly changed the subject. She started mentioning open marriages as a way to spice up our marriage, I was taken back because my wife was never this kind of person and not that liberal Siegelie to be honest.

I at first refused and questioned if this had anything to do with the new manager to which she denied, but said she felt like missed out, but at the same time didn't want to lose me, so this was a safer option. I warned her that she was playing with fire then reluctantly and naively agreed. So we set some rules mainly not to sleep with another person in our home, so for a year and my wife goes on dates, has one night stands then as if I didn't see it coming somehow is in some kind of relationship with that manager. I on the other hand had a few dates but no one night stands because freaky it felt

wrong to me, my wife would ask if I was fine but really wouldn't change her behavior. At some point I felt the love I had for her, that pure special innocence of marriage was gone and it was destroying me inside. I ended going on a date with an amazing woman who migrated over from South Korea, conversation was effortless, she had wit of a lighting fast-wiped crack and a smile that had one forget himself. This of course led to more dates until we were intimate, I honestly never had sex like I had with this woman, I never knew a woman could be so giving and make one feel so desirable. At first my wife thought it was cute but as the months went by she began questioning my relationship with my lover, I promptly pointed out that this was her idea and even she was in a relationship with the manager I was concerned about.

She was silent, look she wanted to say something but held her tongue. She began coming home early to surprise me with dinner and get the house extra clean, she so started coming to my workplace to drop off lunch and began to initiate intimacy in the bedroom. Honestly, if it wasn't for her opening up our marriage, which I'm also to blame for agreeing, all this would have had me jumping for joy. I barely gave into her attempts at intimacy and when I did it was simply to get it over with. Something in me towards my wife died and I could see she felt it too. I asked what brought on this change in her what was different, the response I got was that she wants to show me that she loves me and is happy with me.

I never intended to but I burst out laughing, I asked about about. her little group of friends, her manager lover or her one-night stands. She didn't respond that day and simply went to bed in tears. The next day I get home to find her waiting for me. She told me she wants to close the marriage, that this whole experience was a horrible mistake, that regrets everything and wants us to be the focus of our relationship again. I told her to be honest with me and tell me what inspired all this in the first place and wouldn't you know it. It was her group of friends that planted the idea because of their numerous Seguel exploits and when her manager came around he surprisingly supported that lifestyle and encouraged my wife

to live free. Apparently it developed into an emotional affair but only got physical once the marriage opened. While like that makes it better, she described it as being drunk behind the wheel of a speeding car, it was thrilling and intoxicating but the price of this decision has become too much for her to bear. She sees now that she never needed a car. She sees now that she never needed a comparison, that what we had was truly unique and special but now she feels like she destroyed our marriage and any chance of a life together. I told her I might not to ever be able to see her as my wife again and this made her break down in front of me, I simply held her in silence as she cried until she fell asleep in my arms on the couch. She has since

left her job and cut off contact with all her friends and her manager and even told me she's willing to spend the rest of her life making it up to me and work her fingers to the bone to been seen as a wife by me. But I haven't cut contact with my lover. My lover quite frankly makes me feel like a man, like I can challenge the world and my wife hasn't in a while. Truth is I don't know what to do in this situation. I would love to get the special feeling back if possible, but my lover basically saved me when I was at my lowest. Please help me. Forgot to add we have our first marriage counseling session in a couple of hours, not sure how that will go. Edit, why didn't expect such a response?

Thank you also very much for your support and advice. I will post an update on our therapy session because quite frankly that in itself needs it on trade but I will answer some questions. 1. My lover is not married but she does of the open marriage. 2. My intention for this marriage is still unclear mainly because I feel as much as I love my wife I cannot trust her yet. At the same time I find myself unable to truly let go because of my marriage. our years together, and the reason I agreed to counseling sessions was to figure out if I can come to a solution of sound mind and get off the indecisive train.

3. I didn't demand her phone at first because I didn't want to see an actual image of my wife with another man, the mental images and movies were bad enough but to see the actual picture or whatever would have shattered me more than I already am. Forget to mention this morning as I got out of the shower, I saw my wife holding my phone and silently shaking as she read a message I had received, I just took it from her and didn't say anything. The message was from my lover it said, Good morning, handsome, I slept in your t-shirt last night because I miss going to bed and waking up in your arms, I miss greeting the new day with a kiss from you.

I think this messed up my wife quite a bit because she has basically been shadowing me for the past two hours even when I went for a jog, she never once jogged with me, not a single time during our entire relationship. I met her on an evening when my wife was on one of her dates. I was coming from out of a bookstore, where I spent most of my evenings when this whole fiasco started, she, my lover, was being followed by a short, beefy man yelling at her and when I saw him grab her arm and violently turn her around I unconsciously step in. I practiced judo but it's nothing spectacular, with that I was able to restrain him an accidentally dislocated wrist. It turns out she got him fired for Seguel harassment and he didn't take it too well.

Afterwards she insisted on buying me coffee as a thank you to which I agreed. As for her reaction to the open marriage was at first hesitation, she was adamant about not being a homewrecker but after she learned the full scope of my wife's actions for me she basically threw caution to the wind. I saw him grab her arm and violently turn her around, I unconsciously step in. You have two options of stories you can tell your grandchildren. Either I saved your grandmother from a blackguard and she fell into my arms or your grandmother once took a year off to try out a bunch of crap and I, wiped here, was totally okay with that. Shoes Update 1, the therapist seemed nice and experienced, she appeared unbiased and actually eager to help.

Even though it was our very first session my wife took it as an opportunity to lay it all out, it seems. She confessed that this group of friends made her wonder if she had missed her chance because she was committed to her first boyfriend and had no other experiences, that she never had the same adventure some of these supposedly amazing women had. Remember some of whom are divorced but none are married. The therapist pointed out that this can be and often is detrimental to a marriage due to the difference in mindset. My wife seemed to agree then added that after the new manager started approaching her,

some of these friends encouraged her to see where it goes, that this was a chance for her to explore or discover herself. She obviously felt guilty, so she says, so she never did anything physical until one of the divorced one suggested an open marriage as a loophole and told her that some couples come out stronger because of it. So after regrettably, again so she says, convincing me to open up the marriage her so-called adventure began. It was intoxicating and blinding but lacked real substance, not like the kind we built over the years and she started to question her reasons for doing this. She said she could see the herd in my eyes but told herself this was an adventure, she said she'll never forgive herself for this. She chanced to have an amazing experience

so the gravity of it all never it until she noticed a change in me. At first she assumed because I went on dates I would gradually accept her situation but that all changed when my lover became a constant appearance in my adventure. Apparently I started to smile again for no reason and my eyes would light up when I would get a text message or when I cheerfully left the room to answer a call. She said she suddenly felt a pit in her stomach and started to get many panic attacks for no reason.

She went to her friends for advice again, but they said it was a normal reaction for me to have during the adventure, but when the same divorced one who suggested this in the first place said it looks like his lover makes him happy, is when the reality of it all finally dawned on her and the very real possibility that another woman and not his wife gave him joy almost made her pass out. She realized how ridiculous this all was and begged them to help her win me back, but they just told her if she couldn't deal with it, why did she open her marriage in the first place? She knew then and there that these people were

toxic in a threat to our marriage and the life we built, hence she's been on a mission to win me back by any means necessary. I on the other hand didn't share much, but I did let the counselor know about the situation on my side with my lover still in the picture to which the counselor said no resolution could ever be reached with my lover still in the picture, and suggested we book another appointment after tomorrow. The counselor did say it was unusual for someone to stay with their first this long and gave the impression that any storm can be weathered. I highly suspect she wants us to be one of her success stories. Sorry that it's long but I figured I might as well give a full update.

Edit. Well, like I said my lover makes me feel like a man, what mean is. When I've had a hard day I am not greeted by cold indifference but by a warm hug and a listening ear, when my insecurities play up she encourages me that nothing is beyond my reach, more than anything. This may sound sexist so apologizes, she gives me the space to be the man in the relationship. What I mean is my lover is of the belief that women were meant to do the things men can't do, again I think this has something to do with her culture.

She believes men aren't as nurturing or compassionate as women thus in her view gentle heart can calm a raging volcano. A Korean proverb or saying or something she believes that she should rule the bedroom and make it exciting but never belittle me or encroach in my space in other areas. She believes men have far fewer needs than women so once these are met would basically slay the dragon for the woman. Now I must add she does believe in equal pay and mutual respect but not the extremes that people seem to go to these days. Like I said it may come off as sexist, but I think that's largely to do with her culture. Edit. Two, like I said my lover makes me feel like a man. I assume you are in the West. In the West, there is a very, very small percentage of

women who will happily do this for you. I managed to find one after a woman. I managed to find one after after years of dealing with the other kind, so I know what I'm talking about. You're talking about like 1% of highly in-demand women, and you've managed to land one. Now, let's talk about your wife for a second she was a woman who had everything she wanted in life. But ultimately, she let an outsider tell her, here's all the reasons you should put the person who is passionate about you, your one and only on the shelf, and open all your holes for a guy who couldn't give a crap about you. But definitely wants to F sounds like what you. doing with your wife and lover right now are you determined to be like your wife?

Will you take a girl who has eyes only for you and let her hang out to drive because you've got some idea in your imagination, who your wife used to be in your history, and will dump loving girl for someone who is married to you to check the got married box between affairs. If you are determined to be like your wife, then by all means, stay with her. Here's the warning, your wife only wants you now because you look like a catch because another girl wants to steal you. That won't last after you drop Korea Girl, you'll be back to square one. And when that happens, you'll have lost both your wife and Korea Girl, because a woman who makes a man feel like a man is in high demand, and then you'll be back on here. Update 2, thank you to everyone who has

reached out, I apologize for not being able to reply to each and every one of you, be it inbox or on the post. Anyway, here's the update so far again. Thank you all for your support. It's quite literally been an episode of Jerry Springer. I have since moved into an apartment owned by my brother for a ridiculously cheap price. He owns properties and would have let me stay for free, but I refuse that. Just a little of what I have uncovered about my wife's behaviors and some unsettling things about her manager. During our second session of counseling, I asked some of the questions that some Redidders asked one. If she was sure nothing physical happened before the opening of the marriage. She looked towards the ground and begged me not to make her say it.

She said if she said it then it would destroy us, but after some pushing she shared that it wasn't physical but they touched themselves in front of each other. This dishebag convinced her that since it wasn't physical, sort of, it wasn't technically cheating and that they were simply enjoying each other's full beauty. I was absolutely floored by the. I was absolutely floored by this and she started shaking and hyperventilating, snot even began flowing from her nostrils as she cried and apologized to me. At this point even the counselor was taken aback and had a look disbelief, my wife got on her knees and hugged my legs saying how sorry she was. Two, I then asked her what really changed her view of him. She said after she started pulling back

from the group as a whole his behavior towards her changed, then one evening as she was leaving a meeting she passed his office and heard him speaking about her to another male colleague. He said he was surprised at how easy it was to get her and how she is living proof that you can't trust the quiet ones, when the colleague asked if he actually fancied her. His response was that she was a pleasant distraction and that he had absolutely no intention of breaking up with his fiancé. He even added that this was simply to get it out of his system because the only woman who has ever understood him was his fiancé and he didn't want to break up with her.

He also mentioned how he felt bad for me but you snooze you lose. My wife upon realizing that she was nothing more than a piece of meat to this man added by the fact that she betrayed me for a cheap thrill actually made herself slaughtering in that moment. She said she left her workplace and vomited in the parking lot. She also added that her first thoughts were what have I done and my name, please forgive me, I'm so sorry three. I then asked her if she loved him and when it was that stop loving me.

She looked me dead in the eye through tears and said she never stopped loving me, which honestly makes it worse, and that he was just something different. She thought it was love but now realizes how foolish that was. She squeezed my arm with surprising strength and said she knows she messed up, but she misses us and the connection we had before all this, she even suggested we move away and start afresh just the two of us just as it was meant to be. I then told her it wouldn't be fair to my lover and that I need time away from her to process all of this. It was like she had a meltdown at those words, she started sobbing harder and saying incoherent things. She held on to me as if I was going to disappear, took some time for both me and the counselor to calm

her down. The counselor managed to convince her that maybe time apart could help us heal. Now I wish I could end the update with just this, but as we got home I began to pack, my wife got a video call from her laptop, it was one of her former friends in tears. It turns out that after my wife resigned this friend and the manager began a fling of their own, but apparently she had a pregnancy scare which caused him to basically turn into Dr. Jekyll. To make matters worse, she had a boyfriend whom she apparently could see a future with him and the only reason why she even had a fling was because she was curious of the experience. Funny how that seems to be a trend.

Her boyfriend found out because he discovered an email between the two discussing the potential pregnancy but the manager basically accused her of baby trapping him. Of course he left her and the reason why she made contact is because she was under impression that my wife managed to save our marriage and was desperately seeking advice. I just turned and left and have been staying in the apartment ever since. Once again, thank you all for your thoughts and helpful advice. Update 3. First and foremost, thank you to everyone who took the time to reach out and share either helpful advice, your own similar life story or just offered an ear for me to rant.

It truly means a lot well quite a bit as happened the former friend who had the pregnancy scare was indeed pregnant but the stress of losing her boyfriend and being humiliated by the affair caused her to lose the baby. She basically turned ballistic went full scorched earth on the manager. She exposed him to all upper management. and his fiancée. I happened to find his fiancé on Facebook, was curious, and this woman is basically the poster child a pretty small town girl. Based on her profile she's a special needs teacher who is a homebody and is very family-orientated. My very first thought was what the hell is he doing messing around with other women when has got her at home. Honestly why men like him end up

with women like her is one of the greatest mysteries of life. The former friend actually got in contact with me she wanted my side of the version of events because she was collecting evidence against him but she wanted to do it in person. She already had her COVID test and so did I, and I agreed. From the moment I saw her face I knew she was broken. The dark circles under her eyes and her red-colored iris clearly showed she didn't get any sleep and was haunted by her own thoughts. She thanked me for agreeing to meet her and immediately apologized for her role in my wife's adventure. Turns out her and my wife spoke again and that's when she learned I had moved out. She didn't blame shift and wanted to take responsibility, hence why she wanted me in person.

I thanked her for her efforts but asked her why would she go this far? She said losing both a child and the love of her life changed who she was at the core. She said she can hardly look in the mirror without feeling disgust and she can hardly sleep because at all she sees is her exes face the day he found out. This woman clearly hated herself and this meeting might have been a form of punishment for her. She tells me since fraternizing among co-workers is a breach of conduct and more so because he was in a position of influence, he will most likely be fired and possibly blacklisted from that field as a whole, but the same may be true for her as well and she has accepted it. She left after getting my side of the story and apologized again. I needed to get a few things from the old place so I picked a

time when I thought my wife wasn't home. Unfortunately she was there but what surprised me is that she had most of our wedding photos out on the coffee table as well as others and she was staring at them. When she noticed me I could see she was crying, she tried to hug me but I gently pushed her aside. She tried to offer me lunch but I told her I wasn't hungry and that I wouldn't be long, just needed a few things. Before I could proceed she said she had something to show me, she pulled out her phone and showed me a message she received two days ago from her former manager who berated her. It was from a new number since she blocked his old one. Apparently my wife helped her former friend expose him to all relevant parties and he was fuming. She said she got the idea

from Chump Lady and Marriage Builders, she thought by exposing the secret she was removing its power as well as giving us a fighting chance. I told her I was glad that she had the courage to do that but it doesn't change anything between us. I also informed her that she was. I also informed her that I will be stopping marriage counseling but will do individual counseling instead. This made her sobbed softly and she said she understood. I know I am supposed to feel either elation of the actions taken or rage because it took this long but I feel numb towards her. This isn't normal hence why I want to address it in individual counseling and not marriage counseling. I have also seen a divorce lawyer at my brother's recommendation just to be safe. As of now I am not

really willing to fight for this marriage and it seems my wife can sense it. Before I left, she tried to initiate intimacy, but when I refused she yelled and asked, what does my lover do for me that she can't? What does my lover give me that she can't? She in a voice so loud I am sure the neighbors heard it, said that whatever it was I wanted she, wife, would do it. I shook my head and told if she still couldn't tell after all that's happened, then it's clear where our marriage is headed and left. This is where I am at, at least for now, anyway and once again thank you all for your help. I hope you enjoy this story. My mom gave me up for adoption following the death of my father and her involvement with my uncle. After many years without

communication, she located me on a social networking platform, pretending to want to reconnect. I am 17-year-old female, was recently contacted by my mother after 10 years of no contact. She put me up for adoption when I was seven years old, and thankfully, I was able to find a family willing to take me in. For the sake of clarity while I'm narrating what happened, I'm going to be referring to my biological mother as Julia and my adoptive parents as mom and dad. Julia had me with my biological father when she was probably around 20 years old, and she had to drop out of college because of me. My biological father completed his education, and they got married right after he graduated. When I was around three years old, he was diagnosed with leukemia, and he passed away shortly after I turned seven.

I guess the process for giving up my custody had already started long before my biological father passed away because my mother gave me away, and I moved in with my new family literally just one day after my dad passed away. I remember it as clearly as yesterday even today, in spite of the fact that 10 years have passed since then, just because I was so upset and confused about what was going on. I remember being told by several people that I would be just fine, that my father was in a better place and stuff, but all I wanted to do was see how he was doing. He had been pretty sick, but he was always there whenever I wanted to see him. However, I wasn't allowed to even say goodbye to him after he passed away. I barely had time to register and process these things

when my new family showed up the day after my dad's demise, and my mom told me that these people were going to take care of me for a couple of days. But days turned into weeks, then into months, and eventually years. I kept waiting for my mother to reach out to me, and I remember crying a lot about this initially because I thought that my mother and my family had abandoned me. A few weeks after my mom and dad took me in, my biological grandparents came to see me, and they have been in touch with me since then. Back then, I was too young to be told the truth, but when I was around 14,

they could not evade my questions anymore. I just really wanted to know what had happened with my birth mother because I was well aware of the fact that I was adopted. I just wanted to know why all of this had happened since I distinctly remember getting along well with my birth parents when I was little. I found out the truth from my grandparents and my mom and dad eventually. Apparently, after my biological father's diagnosis with leukemia, my mother was devastated. But instead of being there for him, she started an affair with my uncle. That was horrifying in itself, but nobody even knew about it until six months before my dad's demise. Since his health had started worsening considerably at that point, my uncle and Julia did not think there was any point in hiding

their affair anymore because she knew that she wanted to be with him. As soon as my father was out of the picture, she was getting together with him. Julia and my uncle told their parents about it, and my grandparents were obviously disgusted with what was going on. But for my sick dad's sake, they kept their mouths shut about it. I was too young to understand, and they did not want my father finding out about any of this because he was already going through a lot as it was. Around the same time that they came clean about the affair to my grandparents, my uncle and Julia also announced that they were not willing to raise me and were considering putting me up for adoption. There was a lot of hue and cry about it, but Julia was pretty firm.

about what she wanted. Apparently, she said that she had been much too young when she had me and she didn't even want to be a mother. She did not feel ready at the time, and it was only because of her parents' insistence that she had me and got married to my father. Had her parents not pressured her, she probably wouldn't have done either of those things, and her life would have been very different. So now that my father was going to be out of the picture, she did not want me either, and she was going to put me up for adoption. It was obvious that they could not send me away as long as my father was alive, so they waited until he passed away, and after that, they allowed my mom and dad to finally take me in. Even my adoptive parents were very shocked

by my situation, but they really just wanted to adopt a child and complete their family since they had been struggling to conceive for a second time after their first pregnancy, and it was too risky for my mom anyway. I know that my parents probably wanted to adopt a much younger kid, but they told me that they hadn't heard about me from any adoption agency. It was actually one of my mom's cousins who told her about my situation since she used to be friends with Julia back then. As soon as they heard about me, they knew that they had to get me out. They didn't even care about my age and spoke to my mother in person without any agencies involved. My mother agreed to let them adopt me because even she was struggling to find someone who was willing to adopt a seven-year-old kid through

the agency. They spoke to Julia four months before my dad passed away, and a couple of weeks before his death. Everything had been finalized. Even my mom and dad had believed that after my father passed away, I would probably be staying with Julia for a couple of days at least, but she sent me away literally the next day. After I found out about the truth of the situation, I was really glad that Julia had decided to put me up for adoption, and I had been lucky enough to find such wonderful parents because people mostly go for younger kids when they are adopting. I found a really wonderful family, I love my mom and dad and my older brother, and I couldn't be happier. I also have literally four sets of grandparents, so you can imagine how spoiled I've been right from my

childhood. Nobody kept in touch with my uncle or Julia after my dad passed away, and they were not even there for his funeral, which had been organized by my grandparents. I was there because it was a very somber situation, and I was already going through a very confusing phase, so they thought it would be better for me to settle into my new life. After finding out the truth about why I had been put up for adoption and why Julia did not remain a part of my life, I had thought that I would feel unwanted or at least a little upset about it, but I mostly just felt relieved that I did not end up spending life with my biological mother and found my way to people who actually wanted me.

I'm 17 now, starting college in a couple of months, and I barely even think about Julia or my uncle or what they have been up to. But for the past couple of days, I haven't been able to stop thinking about them because she reached out to me on Instagram to ask me if I would be willing to meet with her and mend things. I have a public account, and it's obviously not difficult to find me, but I couldn't understand why she was reaching out to me after so many years. So before I agreed to anything, I decided to ask her why she wanted to mend things with me all of a sudden. Then she sent me a long and heartfelt message about how so much time had passed, but even now she regretted her decision to give me up and prioritize her life with my uncle instead of her commitment as a mother. She said that she knew it was not her place to demand that I come back to her as her daughter, but she at least wanted me to know that she was not all wrong here, and the only mistake

that she had made was that she had committed to a lot of things when she was too young to understand the repercussions of it. There was a lot of pressure on her, and that's why she had made a lot of bad decisions, but she never regretted having me regardless of what my family might have told me. She was just not ready to be a mother, and she wanted to make things right with me. After thinking about it, I decided to say yes because I was just curious. I did not tell my parents or my grandparents about it. I just went ahead and met her. Only after I met her did I realize that she was not asking me to meet her only because she wanted to make things right with me, she needed my help. I should have realized that earlier, but unfortunately,

I have a tendency to try and see the good in everyone, even someone like Julia. We met for lunch two days ago, and initially, she seemed very warm and cordial with me. She tried to explain her side of the story, telling me that her parents insisted that she had to marry my father, drop out of college, and take care of me and stuff like that, and she just wasn't ready for any of it, but she had to do it because her parents insisted on it. She later started feeling very suffocated in her marriage, and the news of her husband's diagnosis was the last straw for her, which is why she was driven to have an affair. She did not regret it because she believed that my uncle was the love of her life,

and she was glad to find him because she has been happily married to him for the past eight years. While talking about my uncle, she started crying and told me that right now her marriage was in trouble, and that was part of the reason why she had come to me. She said that she needed my help in reconciling with her parents and not just them, but also my father's parents. After she gave me away for adoption without even telling them, they had cut her off for the last 10 years and had nothing to do with my uncle or her. Both of them had been fine with it in the past, but for some reason, my uncle had recently started fighting with Julia a lot because he wanted to reconcile with his parents, and he knew for a fact

that they would never accept him back in their lives after everything that had happened. For some reason, he was blaming Julia for it because he believed that if she hadn't been so hasty in giving me up to my adopted parents and had waited for a bit, then things wouldn't have gone so sour between all of them. So now the only solution that she could think of was to get me to talk to my grandparents and convince them to reconcile with my uncle and her, and maybe then she could save her marriage from falling apart because she and my uncle had been fighting a lot over the past couple of weeks. And she couldn't think of any other way to deal with the situation apart from this. Honestly, there's nothing that I regret more in my life than having

gone to meet that woman because clearly, she was not there to genuinely apologize to me, to offer an explanation to me, or even to make amends like she claimed. She was only there because her marriage was in trouble, and she thought that I could help her out. If I could I don't think I would want to do that because she does not deserve my help after how selfish she has been. After hearing her out, I told her that her crocodile tears were not going to work on me, and I was about to leave, but she said that if I had been in her place, I would have understood her situation better.

She said that she had been forced to become a mother when she wasn't even ready to do it mentally, and in spite of that, she had tried her best to be a good mother to me. If I couldn't even see that because I was so brainwashed by my family, then that just meant I was no different from the rest of them. That just really ticked me off because so far she had only been a mother to me for six or seven years, and even then she had all the help in the world. I was pretty confident that she had not been told to drop out of college by my grandparents, that was her personal choice. They had told me several times that my mother had chosen to give birth to me, they had not insisted on anything but had only advised her to have me and then see where

it goes. She was the one who misconstrued it as pressure from them, and if it came down to choosing whom to trust between those two people, I would obviously pick my grandparents. So I told her that she could sell her baloney somewhere where people would be stupid enough to buy it since I was not. I told her I did not believe a word of what she was saying even though I'd been willing to give her a chance to be honest and make amends with me like she said she wanted to, but she had cheapened her apology by trying to get me to fix her relationship without even trying to do it herself first. I told her that I was not obliged to do anything for her since we did not have any relationship. She might have given birth to me, but it was my mom who had raised me, not her. Then I walked

out of the restaurant and went back home. After that, once I got back home, I realized that she had texted me, and it was a voice note of her crying. I could tell that she was still inside the restaurant because I could hear the background noise, and that's why I felt a bit guilty because I'm pretty sure you have to be really devastated to start crying like that in a public space. She was crying and saying that it was really horrible of me to say that we did not have any relation because no matter what had happened, she was still my biological mother, and I was her flesh and blood, and regardless of everything, she still considered me her daughter. But I don't know what to tell her.

I really just don't consider her my mother anymore, and I don't really want to feel bad about it because I don't think it's necessary. She hasn't been my mother for the past 10 years. I just feel messy and conflicted because of the way she was crying on the phone, and even now I haven't been able to bring myself to block her. I don't think of her as my mother, but she's still a human being who had a connection with me. Edit, hi, so I thought it was very clear in my post that I haven't told my family about it. I don't think they would be on board with my decision to go meet Julia, and that's why I did not tell them before I made my decision. I know I owe this to them and I'm definitely going to tell them, but for now, I just wanted this to be something that I made a call on by myself.

Besides, I knew that if I had told them about it, they never would have let me meet her because all of them hated her, and rightfully so. I know that for a fact. I guess I just wanted some closure, and that's why I went to meet her in the first place. I didn't know what I was expecting, I knew that she was going to apologize, and I just wanted to talk to her one last. time. I guess it's just that her reaching out to me brought up a lot of mixed emotions, and I guess I wasn't thinking straight, but whatever it is, I did go to meet her, and it's done now, and I don't think I would change my decision if I could go back in the past and do it. I needed some closure, and I got it, and I don't regret what I did. Sometimes you just have to forget about everybody

else and do what you think is right. Even if it's a mistake, it's going to be your mistake, and that's what I believe. Update 1, I finally told my family that I had gone to visit Julia, and just as I had expected, they were not happy about it in the slightest. I met her last week, and I blocked her a couple of days back after she kept relentlessly bombarding me with texts and phone calls demanding that I speak to her again and give her a chance to explain herself. I didn't know what she was going to say to me, but I didn't even want to find out anymore.

I met her once and got my closure, but that's all that I needed from her. and it's not like she genuinely wanted to speak to me and make things right, she just needed my help, and I'm pretty sure that's the reason why she's even contacting me after the fight that we had at the restaurant. Anyway, I didn't want to speak to her again, and I knew that it was about time that I told my family about our meeting as well. So I sat them all down today, my parents and all my grandparents, and I explained everything to them.

My parents were obviously upset that I hadn't discussed this with them and I had just taken off without telling them who I was meeting, but they still seemed to understand. It was my grandparents who were really upset with me. They scolded me a lot, and I heard them out patiently because I deserved it, I should have spoken to them first. Mostly they were just worried that my mother would have tried to brainwash me and tried to make them look like the villain since they knew her well enough to expect it. After they were done, I told them that the only reason I had met her was because I needed some closure,

and I did not expect everyone to understand immediately why I had that thought process, but it was something that I needed to do, and I did it. The only thing that I was sorry about was that I did it behind their backs, but I promised them that I would never be dishonest with them ever again, and that seemed to pacify everyone. Then we started discussing the reason why Julia had called me there and the things that she had said about my uncle wanting to reconcile with his parents and stuff. The one thing that all of us could agree on was the fact that there was definitely more

to the situation than we were being let on. If she was trying to manipulate me into getting back into the family, it meant that they were probably in trouble and needed some sort of help. Since Julia had said that her marriage was in trouble and she had definitely seemed very distressed when she was on the phone and even when she met me, my grandparents deduced that she was probably being truthful about my uncle being pissed at her. Now, whatever the truth is, we're not going to interfere because it's not our place to say anything. My grandparents were very clear about it. They said that they had stopped considering my uncle and Julia their family the day that they announced they were together while my father was still sick. The last straw was when

my mother just gave me away without even talking to them or giving them time to explain things to me. They just got lucky that my adoptive parents were kind enough to continue to allow them to be a part of my life. So long story short, I have now blocked Julia. No matter what happens after this, I'm not going to be speaking to her again. I know that she's quite desperate to talk to me since the last few messages that she sent me were begging me to talk to her and telling me that her marriage was falling apart and so was her life, and she desperately needed me right now. I felt really guilty ignoring all of that, but honestly, what does she even expect me to do? Even if I wanted to, I really don't think that I would be able to get my grandparents to speak to her or my uncle.

If I was in their place, I wouldn't want to speak to them either, so it's completely fair for me not to want to interact with her anymore. I know that she can just make more accounts and keep trying to get to me, but it's not going to work, so I have decided that if she tries to reach out to me again, then I'm going to tell her that I'm not interested, and if she bothers me, then I'm going to report her. I did overhear my grandparents discussing potential reasons as to why my uncle would want to contact them again after so many years, and they had been speculating that maybe they were having financial trouble. Since nobody from our family has been in touch with them, we don't really know what they've been doing. We know for a fact that they are

still living here in the same city, but we don't know what they do for a living. Julia used to be a stay-at-home mom when I was living with her, but now I don't know. But one thing is for sure, if my grandparents are right and Julia and my uncle are actually trying to reconcile with my grandparents because they are in financial trouble, I will know for a fact that they don't even deserve the bare minimum respect that they receive from other people. Because it is just disgusting human behavior, reaching out to your daughter who you haven't spoken to in a decade so she can fix the situation with your parents just because you need money. That's literally one of the cheapest things I can imagine people doing. And yeah, I really hope that she gets her come up and see if that's actually

the case here. Update 2, hey, so she reached out to me once again today. I had blocked her everywhere about 10 days ago, and after a week passed without any sign of her reaching out to me again, I thought that she had given up, but somehow she was able to find out where I go to school, and I guess that's why we shouldn't put out our personal information on public platforms. It was a lesson learned the hard way. Anyway, when I started walking back home from school today, she showed up on my way out of absolutely nowhere, and I was pretty taken aback. It happened about a block away from school, and I don't live very far from my school, so I usually

just walk home, but she showed up in her car and started yelling at me to get in. I told her I was not going to get into her car because I did not trust her, and I said that if she insisted or tried to create drama, then I would start screaming right there in the middle of the street, and then she would be done for. She just told me she was not here to fight with me or bother me, she just wanted to talk to me, and she did not even care if I was not going to help her to reconcile with her parents. She just wanted to speak to me and reconcile with me at the very least. She claimed that everything had gone wrong the last time that we met, and she just wanted to make up for everything. She knew that I was going to misconstrue everything that she was

saying is fake and think that she was putting up an act, but she wanted to tell me that that was not the case, that she really would love to make things right with me. I could literally hear how desperate she was in her voice, and I don't know why. I know I should have felt bad for her, but I just felt annoyed. So I told her to leave me alone, I did not want anything to do with her, and that's when her true color started showing again. I'm actually pretty proud of myself for not falling for her act the first time around since she was pretty good at pretending that she was sorry and she really wanted to make things right with me. Anyway, as soon as I told her to leave me alone, I guess I had a bit of a tone, and she completely freaked out at me because of it.

She started cursing at me and said that she was trying really hard to talk to me politely, but if I was going to be like this, then she was going to make sure that she screwed up my life. The woman literally started threatening me, saying I had better watch my back and stuff now, but I just found it very amusing because what was she even going to do anyway? I just continued to walk while she cursed at me, and eventually she just drove off after flipping me off. I was so relieved. Once I got back home, I told my parents about it, and once again everyone gathered around to discuss what was going to be done. Since she has threatened me, we have grounds for a restraining order, so we are guessing that we are probably going to

that way, and I don't have an issue with it. I would actually prefer that so that she cannot bother me again and again. Update 3 so a couple of days ago, my parents filed for a restraining order against Julia, and after she was served, that's when my uncle decided to reach out to his parents finally, and just like they had predicted, it was obviously because of money. They had been running a confectionery together for the past couple of years, but it has not been doing well for the last few years, so they were in desperate need of money. They knew that if they reached out to their parents directly, it would not work, and that's why they came up with this whole act.

But unfortunately, Julia lost patience with me, and it screwed everything up for them, so who knows, they might even get divorced because of this, and I'll be the happiest person if that happens. My uncle is still trying to suck up to his parents, trying to get them to give him some money and keep saying that he has nothing to do with the way Julia behaved with me, but as their only son, he deserves to get some help from them. Julia, on the other hand, is taking a very strange approach and has decided to be as nasty as she possibly can to her parents and me, and has been talking crap about us online without any fear of the consequences.

All that's doing is making our case stronger, so I hope she continues. We are pretty positive that we are going to be able to get the restraining order against her because it's pretty obvious that she is unhinged now. I don't even know why she's fighting it because the other day she made it pretty clear that she wants nothing to do with me anyway. It doesn't matter in the first place because I'm going to be leaving for college in the fall, and I don't think it's going to be likely for her to show up there since she's struggling with money. Regardless of whatever happens, my parents and my family are always going to be by my side, so I don't really think that I have anything to worry about.

You. I hope you enjoy this story. Former spouse was unfaithful to me using technology. Later attempts vigorously to resemble my current partner after her cheating partner was unfaithful to her. I, a 47-year-old male, ex-spouse, 48-year-old female, separated from me a year ago. And a half ago for a guy who was married to her high school best friend. Some friends she turned out to be, right? We had been married 20 year and had what I though were two children together.

I recently found out that my six-year-old daughter isn't mine. She's his. She knew this from day one of being pregnant and kept it for me and it's my name on the birth certificate and I do intend to fight for custody as this has been my daughter and the certificate is a legally binding document. She might not be blood, but that is my daughter. Clearly this affair has been going on for some time. Finding out was a kick in the teeth. When I asked her if it's him or me, she said it's him. Why? Because he can get it right back up after sex and go again. That's the only reason. Sex. Forget the fact that I worked two jobs to put her through school and continue to do so she could stay home and raise our kids and cheat on me.

I gave up. Pursuing my dreams and music career for her so that she could persuade hers and have a family. They have been the number one thing in my life. My ex has always been a cold woman. She's bipolar and life wasn't always easy. Her outbursts in physical and emotional abuse were soul-crushing. But I endured it because I thought she couldn't help it. Turns out that wasn't entirely true. She admitted to friends that she often punched me because she felt like it or wasn't getting her way. My kids had witnessed on several occasions her striking and verbally abusing me and each time I took it without fighting back and hating my kids to witness this.

At one point towards the end she was angry at me for not taking the trash out the moment. moment I came home and grabbed me by the neck and started squeezing while my son stood horrified watching. I told her our son will always remember this. And she let me go. I should have left long ago. I know this now. I'd like to think that if not for my children, I would have. But I didn't want them to have a broken home and held on to the hope that Sunday my wife would go back to being the woman I fell in love with. I know now that those days are dead and gone and had been for years. After everything came to light, my wife sat down with her friend whose husband she was cheating with and told her point blank, yes it's true, no I'm not sorry, and then my wife got up and

walked away. I was told this by her friend. My wife left, took the kids and moved in with him in an apartment behind the one we shared. Even then I held on to the hope that she would see the grass wasn't greener with him. He had cheated on his own wife several times besides with my wife and she knows this. I waited that entire first year waiting for her to come back. She kept the apartment keys and I assumed she was still holding on to them because she knew she would come home. But at the end of that year they began their cruelty again with him constantly dropping by the bus stop as I was putting the kids on the bus for school and telling me, I've come to see my daughter off to school. Not your daughter, mine. I told him, then why were you so content for the past

five years to let me raise her, her to have my last name, let me be there at her birth, and raise her as mine. Where were you? Why is my name on the certificate as her father instead of yours? That almost earned me a punch to the face and it did earn me to a drunken visit by the both of them at the end of the night because he showed up to fight. My ex then decided to make everything public. Going on Facebook and bragging about her new boyfriend. Our friends were shocked and reached out to me and his wife about it. I made sure to grab all the screenshots I could. She doesn't seem to care about the hole she's dug for herself with our upcoming divorce. Then again, why should she? I already got her with a paternity test. At the end, I became self-destructive. I kept wondering what could I've done

differently or better. She blamed me for not being around for her, but if I wasn't working two jobs, how could we've survived. I didn't clean when I got home because I was too tired, and she's screaming at me about trash when our kids have colored on all the walls, tore down blinds, put holes in the wall under her watch. But the not taking out the trash after working 16 hours was the problem. The worst part was that I wanted my family back so badly, I was believing it was my fault. It took a while to see the truth of it all. All that changed with my brother. He was a determined to get me to play in his band and even though I declined, he insisted that I meet the other members and decide them. That changed everything for me. I still declined. But I struck

up a friendship with them and ended up casually dating a friend that the rhythm guitarist introduced me to. I quickly fell in love with this woman, 45, and it was a relief to be in a loving relationship with someone that wasn't a 24 to 7 screaming match that usually ended with me getting hit. Now throughout this time. As I've stated, my ex still had the keys to our apartment. She would occasionally let herself in and drop off stuff for the kids. The first time she let herself in and my new girlfriend was there did not go well. She called me that night asking me who she was and why was she in our apartment. I enjoyed telling my ex that my GF was none of her business. She moved on and left me and was living with someone else. The last few months my ex, my ex,

has become erratic over my new GF and has even begun to stalk her. My ex had sent my GF a Facebook friend request and demanded my GF to accept it. When my GF refused, my ex called me screaming that I need to tell her to accept it because she needs to see the kind of person my GF is that I'm having our kids around. My GF grabbed the phone from me and told her that she does not need to add her as a friend. Anything involving communication about the kids can be done through messenger or through phone calls. That my ex does not and will not have access to our private life, friends, and family because she is not part of my GF's personal life. This didn't set well with my ex. My GF showed

me the sudden burst of friend request she got from people that had my ex as a friend. My ex then started letting herself into my place every weekend and when I wasn't home at work to snoop around. I was on the phone with my GF who was staying with me while I was at work to hear my ex walk in and my GF asked her if there was something she needed. My ex claimed she wanted to see how much milk I had in my fridge for when the kids came over. My GF told her we had it handled and my ex left. When I got home I demanded the apartment keys since she's not living there. She then took my son's keys and made copies for herself. When my lease was up, my GF asked me to move in with her so that we could distance ourselves from my ex. My ex did everything she could to hinder this.

Calling the police and telling them I was leaving with her belongings and when asked what was hers, she couldn't name anything in my place that was left that was hers. Now we get the kids every other weekend and I was told by my children that they are not allowed to talk about what they did with me because she doesn't want to hear it. That didn't last long. Now she pumps my kids for all the information she can get. I'm sure it's jealousy. We live on the beach. My GF is very well off and when we get the kids we take a short walk to the boardwalk to ride rides, let them play on the beach or visit the aquarium. If they return home with prizes my ex throws them away. Now the issue with my ex was the last few times she dropped off my kids,

I notice she now dresses and looks very similar to my GF. She dyed her hair and cut her it to match her. Whatever we do with the kids, my ex runs out the following week and tries to do the same thing with them. If we got to the beach, she takes them to the beach. If we go to the zoo, she takes them to the zoo. If she finds out what we had with them for dinner she has to make the same thing and demands our kids to tell her whose they liked more. Last week my son asked to live with us because he said my ex was crazy. You better believe I'm using all this in court. Just when I didn't think things could get any crazier with her, the other night she starts texting me nudes. What the hell?

My GF was sitting next to me when they started coming in and I immediately got defensive and told my GF I didn't ask for them and that my ex and I aren't talking like that. I offered her my phone to go through to see for myself. My GF looked at the pictures and asked for my ex's number so she could text my ex her own nudes back so that she could show her how it's done. I called my ex and asked her what the hell she was doing. I told her that my GF was sitting next to me and saw the messages and is pissed. My ex tried saying she meant to send them to someone else. My GF said to her that my name was on one end of the alphabet while her boyfriend was on the other. Then she asked her who's the new guy since it was meant for someone else.

My ex hung up. I really don't know what game my ex is playing. This is all just crazy to me. Let me clear up a few things. Because the comments keep coming back that as if I'm still living there. My GF did not send her nudes in return. That was just her verbal response to what my ex had done saying that she should to show her how it's done because the pictures were of my ex with her shirt off making duck faces at a mirror with her phone in her hand.

My girlfriend simply made a joke in regards to my ex's lack of imagination. I do not live in my old apartment that I shared with my wife anymore. I have moved in with my girlfriend because despite me taking the keys back from my ex, she took my son's keys and used those to keep breaking in. She does not have access to my new place and my kids don't even have keys for this reason. I'm currently fighting for custody of my kids and it's not easy with me not being the biological father of my daughter. But I'm fighting based on the birth certificate having me listed as the father which gives me

parental rights to my daughter. My ex was prescribed meds, but I'm having serious doubts if she's taken them. I check my kids for bruises and make sure they are not being abused. But she made the mistake of getting physical on her boyfriend and he punched a hole in the wall and let her know if she raises a fist on him again, he's fighting back. Comment, discard user account. From what you've described here your ex is a few French fries short of a happy meal. Quite honestly, She sounds dangerous. You should talk to your attorney and see if there is any kind of restraining order you can take out on her. Update 1, not the father update.

Not my first post here but wanted to vent about something that has me baffled. So through a paternity test my daughter is not my daughter but the child of my ex friend who is now residing with my ex. This past weekend was my daughter's official six-year-old birthday. It was not my weekend to get the kids and is a shock. My ex asked me if I wanted the kids for my daughter's birthday. Of course I took them. I was even granted them an extra two days.

I figured they had some plans and were pawning the kids on me so they could go do whatever. But the thing that strikes me is that this is the first time that he can celebrate his daughter's birthday and instead of doing something special as her father, she's given to me and my girlfriend. Anyone else think this a tad effed up? Comment, curator general. He's a disgusting degenerate who had a child with another man's partner. Don't make the mistake of expecting him to suddenly start acting like a responsible adult

after he's already gotten away with acting like scum for so long. With Thickenuck, that poor girl will be subjected to lousy parenting by most of the adults in her life. Document this disinterest if you decide to revisit custody. Update 2, looks like karma hit my ex. Just an update but I have to shake my head at this. Saturday night I received an angry text for my ex saying that she hopes I'm fucking happy that I won. I know I shouldn't have engaged in the conversation but I asked what her problem was.

She answered with a response that made no sense and then proceeded to tell me to go ahead and gloat. Glote times 10 because something happened to her and then she proceeded to accuse me of being in on it. I asked what I'm supposedly in on. Instead of a direct answer, she went off on me about how all men are pigs and can't be trusted. From this I gathered two things. She's drunk off her ass again. The asshole she left me for cheated on her. I didn't say anything.

When she's like that, any response is a fight and I chose to not get into it. I just read the texts and thought that she got exactly what was coming to her. She left me for my friend who was married and had cheated on his wife three times with her being number three. And when I brought this up as she was leaving me, she told me, I know what I'm getting into. I guess she thought she was the end all to his wayward ways. When she ran out of insults to fling at me, she shifted her attack to my girlfriend, telling me she's ugly as fuck and I could have had any girl but I chose someone ugly to replace her with. My girlfriend is stunning both inside and out.

My ex is also extremely jealous of my new girlfriend and as I've mentioned in older posts, my ex had taken to stalking my girlfriend and trying to change her appearance to look like her. The attack continued with my ex telling me that I don't love my new girlfriend and it's impossible for me to fall in love with the first woman I fucked after losing her. My ex and I had been a part a year when I met my now girlfriend. It took some time for me to feel comfortable trusting someone again. and that trust was earned and not given easily. She then followed up by claiming that I only love her because I lost my apartment and I'm kissing my girlfriend's ass for a place to live.

As she so interestingly put it, it's only love when you're homeless. I had my own apartment across the street from my ex-wife because she decided to stay in the complex to flaunt the fact she left me for my friend in my face every waking minute. When my lease was up, I decided to move in with my girlfriend and relocate my job there. I know she was trying to provoke a fight, I just wasn't giving it to her. When I thought my ex's attacks couldn't get any more stupid and childish, she proceeded to tell me that she's sorry she wasn't enough for me. I wanted so badly to call her at that moment and scream it was me that wasn't good enough for her.

She left me or did she fucking forget which of us walked out the door and which of us walked out the door replacing the other with someone else. She left me for a married guy that had cheated repeatedly on his wife. Real fucking winner there. She then went on the attack on my girlfriend again saying that we both know that she, my ex, was who I wanted to be with. That my GF couldn't compete or hold a candle to her. At that point I had enough and asked her to contact me when she's better and sober and turn my phone off. Hours later when my GF came home she asked me what wrong. I warned her that she was going to get mad and I handed her my phone and told her to read it for herself. She read it and just laughed her ass off and handed me back my phone and said

looks like he cheated. I said it seemed that way and proceeded to try to reassure her thinking the ugly comments might make her question me. They didn't even phase her. She told me that my ex as narcissist ways really come out full-blown when she's drunk and bet that my ex was upset that she couldn't come to me for a revenge fuck to get back at him. I have yet to hear anything else from my ex. My guess is as usual the next day she looked back at those texts and saw what she did and feel stupid. I'm also betting she's back with him because she can't stand to be alone. Comment. Mixure recording 49-11. I'm so glad your GF laughed at this. Good woman. Massive improvement op. My GF is surprisingly level-headed when it comes to things. It's refreshing but still an

adjustment. I'm so used to my ex's explosions that my GF's calmness throws me. Sampa to Nike. The chickens have come home to roost as they say, LOL. Go on and continue to live your best life. I guess that it's true what they say, Revenge is a dish best served cold. Edit. Just read your previous post, wow, your ex is evil or at least mentally unhinged. Do you think she was having a manic episode? I seriously hope the children are safe. Can you fight for full custody? Op, I am and I've saved these messages to use. Which is another reason I didn't blow up on her. Update 2. STBXW crashes Halloween party with my kids as of my last update, my ex got cheated on by the guy she left me. As predicted, they got back together three days later.

I expected that. She has no one to fall back on and now she's stuck with him. For the most part, ever since that last incident. I haven't heard anything from her outside signing a few documents for our divorce and communications about the kids and I'm thankful for that, but I know it won't last before she gets drunk and I get sent another drunken near the ultimate jerk-off rant. Halloween, my band was asked to perform. at an event one of my friends sets up every year. I've been doing it for a few years and it's a

tradition. My ex used to attend with me. She didn't last year because that's the year I found out that she was sleeping with my best friend and that my, now six-year-old, daughter was actually his. She wasn't invited. But she showed up anyway with her boyfriend, that she left me for and who cheated on her, and my kids. I was furious. Kids are not welcomed at the these parties as they are adult only and she knows this and I strongly believe that she showed up with them in an attempt to get me thrown out. Security kept telling her she couldn't come in and she stood there fighting saying that the kids wanted to see their father play. I've got security telling me that I need to get them out of there and her screaming at me

that I'm putting a party over my kids. My friend who was throwing a party, came down and told her she could stay and watch me do two songs, but then she would have to leave and if she refused, he's calling the police. I told my friend not to cater to her, and he told me he was only doing it for my kids. It wasn't a good night. I was on stage and I wasn't privy to what was happening around the party. But I was clued in on it when I went between sets. Some of what I found out was that my ex tried clashing with my girlfriend and that didn't end well for her. My GF put her in her place and called her out on using our kids to play games. This was witnessed by many people and when I walked off stage, I had several people telling me and pointing to where they were. When I got there,

whatever fight there had been was over and my ex was staring daggers at my GF from far across the room. My daughter humiliated my ex by loudly telling everyone there that she has two daddies, me and her mommy's boyfriend who is actually her real daddy. That further humiliated my ex, as she said, thanks for making me sound like trash and she ended up leaving after that. But my son refused to go with her and fought to stay with me. My ex had her B.F. find my G.F. to ask if we could keep him and she agreed and worked it out with my friend to keep my son glued to her side for the rest of the party and we took him home the following night. My nerves were shot to hell the whole night.

I must have apologized to my friend, G.F., and son a thousand times that night for putting them all in the middle of it. I messed up every song because I kept searching the crowd to see where they were and what was happening, worrying that a physical fight would break out between them. I didn't know until after I was off stage that she had took off and left my son behind. When I took my son home the next night, she made it a point to not be there. I was told by her BF that she knew I was coming to drop my son off and she wanted to avoid a confrontation about what had happened. He apologized to me about it all and tried talking to me about her. her and how she's been acting. I told him I'm not getting into it with him and I left.

I get a phone call later that night from my son that they're fighting badly over me. Her BF got tired of the crap she's been pulling and accused her of not being over me. He apparently asked her what is it that bothers her most, that I moved on and she can't crawl back to me or is it that if she hadn't have left me when she did for him, that I would have eventually left her for my GF. According to my son, that was what started it. I could hear them screaming in the background and asked him if he needed me to come get him. He told me no. I talked to him until it died down.

So that's just what's going on with me right now. Still going through the divorce. Still moving forward. I just no longer look back at what I lost. I just need to get my kids out of there. And yes, I'm still fighting to do that. Comment, I suck at Golf 75. She is so pissed she can't come back.

Flash Tractor, if you can hear them screaming at each other in the background while you're on the phone with your kid, make a three-way call to 911 and get the kids out of their ASAP. CPS will remove the children for the day, possibly longer, and one of them will go to jail for domestic abuse. Kurikitsu in 17, LOL well it seems that you have one as she put it. Cheaters never are truly happy because they live in the fog with their AP and then when they become official, so much of the bad traits of a normal relationship come up. L.O.L. Your ex is with him even though she knows he cheated on her and will likely do so again. She is failing and drowning in her mistakes. Stay strong and keep your current G.F. happy. She sounds amazing. Op, he was married when he was sleeping with my wife with at least two other women that I know of. And she's aware of this herself.

When I pointed this out when she was walking out, she told me I know what I'm getting into. She actually thought he would stop after her and found out differently. I hope you enjoy this story. Funded my spouse's advanced certification program, only to discover her engaging in infidelity with her instructor. Consequently, I removed her from the educational institution, depleted our finances, and initiated legal proceedings for separation. Greetings, all. Lynette and I started seeing each other when we were in college.

We were both dating psychology and met in our abnormal psych class. She was this tall glass of water with blonde hair and she had this cute little nose and little dimples on her face that I couldn't get enough of. And she was smart. Like mad smart. We had studied group with a bunch of people who were taking the same classes as us and ended up asking her out and that was that. Turns out we were both in the same dorms and we tried our best to focus on our education while

we were there because we both had to pay our own way and couldn't risk the going to waste. Lynette had three other sisters and her father had passed away when she was 11. Her mom, Christina, never remarried but she did very well for herself. She started up this nail salon and it ended up growing into this really popular spa and it became quite successful. She ended up opening up a bunch of them around the city and eventually expanded outside to other cities. Lynette is the oldest of the four girls at 27. Her youngest sister just turned 20. Her mom had kids young at 17, so she's 44. And I'm not going to lie, Christina is a babe. Like she really worked hard in every aspect of her life. She stayed healthy,

she took care of her body, and she stuck to a really strict regime. She actually sort of reminds me of Heidi Clum. And Lynette is quite gorgeous herself. She definitely gets it from her mother. Anyways, this is all to say that I found out Lynette was cheating on me with her teacher. Lynette is taking her masters in psychology. And me being the idiot, I had agreed to pay for her masters because I was doing well for myself. Long story short, I ended up getting lucky and took a research position at a university right out of university.

Here, I was able to complete my master's while working. I landed a professorship soon after that. Lynette took a bit longer to finish her psych degree and then took a few years off to help her mom at her business. She tried to switch gears a bit and tried to take a massage therapy course, but then she didn't end up liking that. But because I was working steady and we didn't really have to worry about money, I told her just to take her time and she ended up traveling with a GF to Europe. She wasn't cheating on me at this point. I actually surprised her while they were in Paris and I got her friend to meet me at a certain point by the Eiffel Tower to propose to her and I made it all romantic and shit and it was beautiful. She said yes and we traveled France together and then came home.

France was their last pit stop so it worked out really nicely for all of us. Well, then she thought of going back to school to take her masters. And I said that she should go for it and I'll fully support her and I'll even pay for it. Well, she was over the moon and at first she didn't accept my offer because she didn't want me to feel obligated to help and she said I didn't have to and I said I wanted to. I told her that since I was able to, why not? So yeah, she ended up enrolling and starting her masters. Not gonna lie, she had a really hard time in the first year. Like she kept talking about quitting and that she wasn't cut out for it and it was too hard

and I sort of tried to be supportive in those moments while also giving her tough love kind of deal. I mean, I was paying for it because I believed in her and that she could do it, but I also didn't want that money just going to waste, you know. Then in the second year she started to find this newfound passion for everything and almost like she had this second wind. I was all for it. I was like, yes, you can do this. Awesome. She was getting good grades, acing everything, she was even being asked to take on extra projects, people were contacting her for help on their stuff. All seemed good. One of these classes was online and it happened to be a nighttime class. And what I didn't know at the time was that it was a nighttime class because the professor was located in Scotland.

Apparently he was this world-renowned psychologist that was at the University of Edinburgh. It was a three-hour thesis class once a week. And it started at 6 p.m. It was supposed to last until 9 p.m., but then she ended up staying up until midnight most days because she would talk to the professor about the assignments that he had assigned. But what I also didn't know at the time was that they were actually. up on webcam together on Trello and they'd be basically having online segs together and she was taking her clothes off on cam and doing things to herself in front of him. Yeah, this did boost her grades. But no wonder. So it all kind of started when she had said she wanted to go to

Scotland for Reading Week. She said there was a bunch of people from her thesis course that were going for research purposes because there was conference going on. And I was like, oh, strange, I didn't hear about any conference, with my profession, I hear about conferences all over and I didn't actually hear about anything in Scotland. So I ended up catching her in a lie there. Then she comes back gives me some half-assed explanation and she's like, oh, sorry, I missed understood what my class was saying, it's not actually a conference, but they are going to meet with students from the University of Edinburgh because there's a bunch of research going on there that students in her class, including her, were working on and they wanted to exchange information and collab. I looked

at her sort of like, okay, and she's like it's just for a week. And she kind of looked at me like pretty, pretty please, and I'm like, oh wait, you want me to pay for this? And she's like, I'll pay you back. And I'm like, um, how important is this trip for your thesis? And she's like it's basically whether I pass or fail. And yes, in hindsight, her telling me that it was basically a pass or fail wasn't a lie. I'll get to this later. Anyways, then she started to have a panic attack because I didn't say yes right away to pain for her trip. And yeah, you can get at me for enabling her, but I ended up caving. I said, hey, why don't we make a thing of it and I can go with you? And then she said I'll be so busy with school there. I'm not really going for fun. I'm going there to do research,

Stephen. And I'm not going to lie. That crushed me. I didn't want to start a fight and stress her out though. How well did I know that she was actually going to Scotland by herself to meet up with this professor to bag him? So I know some of you are going to ask about this too. So Lynette used to work at her mom's spa doing admin and running the books. She paid her own way through school because her mom basically told her that she wasn't going to be paying for her school or any of the girls and it was a way for her to teach her girls' hard financial lessons and really get them to go to school for what they wanted. But it seems that once Lynette knew that I was going to stick around and as soon as I had said that I was going to pay for her schooling, she very much took advantage of that and therefore didn't have to work for much since it wasn't her own money. Since it was my money, she could kind of just fluff it about. But I did see her grades in all of her courses except for her thesis course.

OVs, because you don't get a grade for your thesis until the end of your thesis. But it was sort of a big deal. It quite literally can make or break your grade. Reading Week came and she went to Scotland. She messaged me every day when she woke up and once at dinner and then once before she was going to bed. We'd video chat or send snaps to one another. I didn't really question anything. I just tried not to bother her.

But whenever I did ask what she was doing, she wouldn't really give me the details. She just say that her and her friends were going out with the professor there and talk research over dinner or something along those lines. I thought it was strange that the professor was sort of crossing a professional boundary by taking his students out. And when I said that was sort of strange, she snapped back and said it was a normal thing for profs to do there.

And then she never mentioned the professor again. I quote it was but while she was in Scotland, I just had this urge to really find out what was going on. So in that moment, I went on to the shared computer that she took her classes on and reviewed the log for the webcam. I saw that she was talking to the same professor and I managed to get the name and then that's when I looked him up. It was this handsome studly guy who lived in Scotland.

And I never remembered if Lynette had told me a name or not. But then I saw a list of places he was teaching at and saw that it was, in fact, Lynette's school and he taught a bunch of classes that she would have taken. There it was. After that, I had to be extra sure. So I go into the web history and I go to the forum that she takes her classes in and because the passwords are saved on the computer, I was able to get in. I'm searching through these forums to see if this research BS was actually true and that students from her class were actually planning on going for educational purposes.

I saw nothing. No mention of the sort. But then I see DMs from her professor and it's giving her information for this Trello account and telling her to contact him over there. So then I go into the web history again and look up Trello, manage to log in with saved passwords, and then I see their whole conversationaly history of every. sing and all that jazz. I even found videos that she had tried to save in some hidden folder of her taking her clothes off on webcam. They were basically hooking up over the inner web. Then I see it back and forth about her going to Scotland in his address and where to go and what he plans to do to her and her planning on taking it and you name it. So then I go on to change all of her passwords

on everything so that only I know what they are. And to be honest, I just changed them to a bunch of random letters and symbols. Then I go on to her email and change the password on her email. And because we've been together for so long, she made me her second step authentication so the password change went directly to me. And of course I accepted the password update. Yeah, I went back to her school webpage and withdrew her from all of her classes. Then I went back and moved all of the money that was in our joint account to my joint savings. And I know she would have seen that because we get notified when money gets moved out of the account for billing purposes. Then I sat and waited for her to reach out to me.

Waiting, waiting. Nothing. Meanwhile, I'm taking screenshots and saving emails and literally saving everything I can to send to the appropriate people. Then I send all of those screenshots to her mother and her sisters and to all of our friends. Her mom calls me and she's asking me what's going on and I tell her exactly what I saw and I'm reading these messages word for word to her. She's like I'm coming over. So within minutes she's at the door and she's asking me if I'm okay and she's asking if I told Lynette that I know everything and I'm like yes and yes. I actually felt much better than I would have thought.

Maybe it was shock. And then we're sitting on the couch and she's talking to me and really trying to get it where all things went wrong and she just kept saying how sorry she was and how ashamed she was. And honestly, I'm not even ashamed to admit that one thing led to another and Christina and I hooked up right there on the couch. It was glorious. It was actually the best I've ever had. And it wasn't even awkward after, it was like, cool. She just sort of got up and said that she'd be in touch and how sorry she was again and she said she'd let me know if Lynette reached out to her. After that, I slept like a baby.

but I woke up in the morning with just over 30 text messages and phone calls. Honestly, I wanted to call our cell phone provider to cancel that number and get it cut off. Lynette texted me saying what the hell I was doing and saying that I totally flew off the handle and I have no basis for moving the money and telling her family and friends. She even claimed that I had forged the apparent evidence and that I was a bold-faced liar who just wanted me out of her life. and she said if I wanted her out of my life that I should have just left her and divorced her. And now she's stranded in a different country, obviously not, but I knew what she was trying to do.

She was trying to create a certain storyline over text because she knew she was in deep. I had the passwords. I had the evidence. I had the upper hand. She had nothing. I even considered calling the airline and waiting on hold for 10 or so hours. just to cancel the ticket, but I didn't. I simply texted her that I spoke to her mother

and her mother was going to pick up all of her stuff and take it to one of her sister's place and that she should reach out directly to her mother and that was that. So then after about a half hour I get a call from Christina and she tells me that Lynette reached out to her and was unconsolable and tried to tell her that I left her high and dry in Scotland

and she doesn't know what to do or how to get home. She said Lynette told her that she was legit doing research and is just trying to create a good life for us. Well, clearly she hasn't noticed that I withdrew her from all of her courses and I didn't tell Christina that I did that. So Christina comes over that night and she helps me pack up Lynette's stuff and just a few pieces of furniture and whatever I didn't want to keep and her sister comes over to help haul it out of there.

Christina ended up coming back and, well, you get the idea. We had a good time. Edit. Lynette tried to contact me here and there were. while she was still in Scotland, but I wasn't having it. I ignored her frantic messages and calls. It took her longer than I thought to realize she had been withdrawn from school, and all her hard work and my hard-earned money had gone up in smoke. Meanwhile, I had already contacted my divorce lawyer and got the ball rolling on that front. To add a deliciously ironic twist,

I asked Christina, her mother, to serve her the divorce papers. Christina and I have been seeing each other ever since. We're really enjoying each other's company and each other's bodies. I have to say, life is pretty sweet right now. Christina's got a lot more experience and maturity, and it's a refreshing change from Lynette's drama. As for Lynette, she's living with one of her sisters now. I have no idea if she's still in touch with that guy from Scotland, but it doesn't really matter. She's left with nothing.

No master's degree, no job, and no money. Now on to the next story. Story 2. Wife was acting suspicious. So later I caught her sleeping with her broke, jobless teammate in a parking lot. I filed for divorce. Now she's couch surfing and crying, but I'm done. My wife, 28 and I, 35, got together about eight years.

ago. We married four years into the relationship and I thought everything was great between us. Our love life was great and we were always being romantic. The two of us frequently went on dates and never neglected that part of our lives. Sometimes married people can fall into a slump, but I swear that wasn't us. Sure, we had the rare fight but they were over within a few hours. We'd make up so fast that it was like we almost hadn't fought in the first place. When I described her to people, I would say she was the love of my life because I truly believe that she was. She was everything I ever wanted in a partner. Naturally, I thought she felt the same way because why wouldn't I?

My wife never gave me any indication that there was a problem in our relationship. People tend to say that they saw signs or cracks along the way but I swear I saw nothing. Everything did seem almost perfect. After my wife joined a volleyball club in February, things started to change. I didn't bat an eyelash at first. She had played it in high school and wanted to pick it up again. Twice a week, for three hours, she'd go down to the center to practice. During that time I missed her, but if she wanted to do this then I was more than happy to support her.

She always supported me and my hobbies, so there was no reason why I wouldn't do the same. I think the moment I realized something was wrong was when she began to hide her smartphone from me. She never did that before. We never had secrets from each other and had no problem with the other using each other's phones. So, when she went to the bathroom in the evening and forgot to take it with her, I checked the phone. What I found was a punch in the gut. In a conversation with a teammate, I found many messages. When I confronted her, she grabbed the phone and delivered the phone.

deleted the text. My wife cried that it meant nothing. They had gone for several walks over the months and kept spending time together, but it was nothing. He did try to kiss her once, but she rebuffed him. They were just friends, but she realized that she had done wrong by seemingly encouraging the relationship with him. My wife begged me for a chance and to trust that nothing happened. Silly me was still deep in the fog, so I agreed to forgive her that night. Even though I had a agreed to forgive her, it was difficult. I'd constantly ask my wife where she was, what she was doing, and who she was with. I even began to track her Google data where I found a couple of 15-minute stops near a tire store. For some time, she had been stopping there after work and then

driving home. I started to realize something was up after she was an hour late for an appointment. So I did the only thing I could think of. I followed her one day. What I found was her in his car and the second she saw me, she jumped out of the car. She said that the only reason she met with the guy was to tell him to leave it alone. This made no sense to me. Why would you go through all that effort to meet him in public? You could tell him that over text or phone call. Naturally, I thought she was full of crap so I called the guy and confronted him.

It was there I learned that this guy, who still lived with his parents, mind you, had been meeting with my wife, for weeks. They claimed it was nothing sexual. All they would do is meet at the tire shop, talk, and then go their separate ways. Once again, she tried to claim that it was a mistake and she loved it. It means nothing is her favorite thing to say. My wife has said she will do whatever it takes to repair our relationship, but if this was still in volleyball where she continues to see this guy multiple times a week, it was at that point I started to come out of the fog. Once I began to confront her, the truth came out. The two of them did have sex and not only that, they did it right in the parking lot.

For weeks she had been lying to my face and sleeping with this guy almost every day. Truly, I had been naive to think that nothing intimate was going on between them. Of course, she would try to lie and say it was not physical. If I knew it was physical from the beginning, I never would have even thought of giving her another chance because that is just a line you don't cross in my book. I think realizing that she sees him every day and continues to lie to my face is what helped me realize I needed to start the divorce process. This caught her off guard because she didn't think I'd have the guts to push for a divorce and finally leave her. Tears came, but I remained strong.

My wife's tears weren't going to have any sway this time. She was going to have to face the consequences for what she had done to not just me but also used as a whole. No longer could she have the best of both worlds. Once I filed for divorce, she ended up moving out of our shared property and into Airbnb apartments for the most part. Her app is an unemployed driver who still lives with his parents who will not allow her to live there so she had no choice but to seek temporary housing arrangements. She is a teacher so her income isn't the greatest.

I don't know what she will do when she runs out of money to afford these temporary housing arrangements. However, now that we are close to a divorce, I realize that it is not my problem. Maybe she'll manage to land on her feet or maybe she won't. I just need to realize it's something I do not have to or need to worry about. Let her app worry about it since he's so amazing. A lot of her things are still in our shared home. Even now, she'll try to say that there is no life without you and she wants to get back together. Months ago this would have swayed me, but but now I just gray rock. Her words do little to sway me.

I see how frustrated she gets when I don't have a reaction and honestly, it feels good. I've managed to pick up the pieces and have filled my life with friends, sports, and hobbies, and am even considering furthering my education. Was it easy to pick up the pieces of my life after learning of my wife's affair? No, but I remain steadfast and determined to put myself first. Looking back, I still can't see many signs or pinpoint where it went wrong. I guess she was just good at hiding it. Either way, it doesn't matter because our relationship is done.

She can remain with her unemployed app. Maybe his parents will finally take pity on her and let her stay. If they don't then I can honestly say it's not my problem if she can't find a place to stay. She lost my sympathy when she decided to go outside a relationship and cheat on me. The moment she did that she was undeserving of anything from me other than anger and resentment. I hope you enjoy this story. Deceptive cunning covertly included my distant, harmful parent in my pre-wedding celebration. When I expressed distress, she portrayed herself as the victim and alienated my spouse's relatives from me just before my big day.

Wedding I'm supposed to get married in a couple of weeks and recently, my sister-in-law got it into her head that she was going to throw me a bridal shower. My sister-in-law, let's call her Eva, is three years younger than me and she seems sweet but can come off too strong occasionally. I am 27 years old and so is my fiancé, Jacob. Both of us lived away from home for a really long time and went to college out of state, which is where we met. However, we were not friends when we were in college so we never really connected back then and it wasn't until three years ago that we finally started dating. I ran into him at a party and we realized that we were one of the few people who had stayed while everybody else had moved

back to their respective homes after graduation. That's when we started talking and we never stopped, I guess. We moved and together so we could split the rent after three months of dating and he decided to introduce me to his family after almost six months of being together because the time just felt right and so did I now I hadn't exactly met his family properly before that but I had had an interaction with his sister at our graduation ceremony. She had come up to me to compliment my earrings back then, so I remember her and we got along really well the first time that I had dinner with his family and I remember thinking that it was nice to have such a sweet sister-in-law to be. But then, with time, I started getting to know her better and it started

getting a little annoying because I thought she could be a bit overbearing at times and I really can't stand the kind of behavior. Part of the reason that I had moved away from my home and my family was because even though I loved them, I could not stand it when people tried to control my life and make me live on their terms. I had more freedom away from them, so I moved away, and I think that's the same reason that Jacob moved as well. But then about four months after we had met each other's families, Eva called me to tell me that she was moving closer to us because she had been applying for jobs in our city and had finally been hired at one company and she had decided that she wanted to live nearby. I didn't really have a problem with it, but I thought it would get a little too

suffocating to have to see her every day and have her life so close, so I decided to tell her that it would be more convenient for her to live closer to the city because Jacob and I lived in the suburbs and it was okay for us because we didn't have to go too far for work. Because I worked from home on most days and his office is pretty close but for her, that commute would be way too much. She seemed a little put off by that, but she didn't argue. Jacob and I both agreed that it would be for the best for her to live a little distance away from us because too much of a good thing is actually a bad thing and as much as we loved our families we did not want them around us constantly. And it would be important for us to have our space as well. It would also help Eva get acquainted

with the city and make her own way because otherwise she would just end up relying on us for everything and we had our own lives. We couldn't always be there for her, but we still helped her look for a place and move in. We also told her about all the best spots in the city and did everything in our power to make her feel comfortable. We told her that any time she was in trouble or needed something, we would always be there for her because this was her first time living away from her parents and friends, in a brand new city. And we knew firsthand how intimidating that could be. We did everything and said everything to make her feel like she could count on us and she really could when it actually came down to it. But I guess things just got a little lost on her and she

believed that being able to count on us meant that she could show up at our house whenever she wanted. to and we would have to be okay with it. After she moved here, she would start showing up at our place every other day and it was very inconvenient because, after a long day of working, the last thing that Jacob and I wanted was this. I know that this makes us sound like total jerks, but honestly, we just wanted some time to ourselves and we wanted our own space. And I don't know how to say it without sounding rude but what she was doing it just felt

like a violation of our space. It wasn't even like she was lonely, at least that would have made some sense, but from her posts online we could tell that she had already made a lot of friends but she still showed up at our house consistently every other day. She would literally cancel plans with her friends to hang out with us and we wouldn't have had a problem with it and would have actually found it very sweet if she didn't do it literally every other day. Even when Jacob and I would try to talk to each other about household matters and bills and stuff, she would hijack every conversation and make it about herself, which was kind of annoying. It just felt like she was everywhere and it was getting a bit

much for us. So we had a conversation about it and we decided that we would just have to tell her that she had to cut it out and we couldn't let her come over every other day because we needed our own space as well and this was becoming unhealthy. After about a month of this, we finally confronted her and told her that we didn't want her to visit so frequently and she should limit herself because it was becoming too much. But when we told her that, she started crying and said that always known that I didn't like her and she was just trying to win me over. I don't know where she got that from so I asked her about it and she told me that she always got the vibe that I didn't like her because I would never initiate conversations with her and even when she tried to talk to me,

I would just be very quiet and distant. She also brought up the fact that I had suggested she live far away from us, which meant that I didn't want her around and it seemed quite mean, especially when she was trying to make me her friend. And all right, maybe she got me with that one, but honestly, I am that way with everyone who is not close to me. So apart from a few of my friends, my father, and Jacob, that's how I act with everybody because I like having my own space. I also really didn't like Eva that much after I really got to know her, which was after she moved here.

So I decided to be honest with her and told her that I am a bit introverted anyway and after she moved here, she had become very overbearing and I was finding it difficult to deal with, so my behavior towards her had changed. and I could understand that she was trying to make things better between us, but visiting us frequently would not make it better and I think it would be for the best if we took a breather from each other and put this discussion on hold so we didn't end up hurting each other. I thought it was a reasonable suggestion, but she said that she wanted to talk it through that day itself. She told me that I had to open up to her or else we would never have a good

relationship and since Jacob and I were going strong so she knew that we were going to get married eventually and she wanted to have a good relationship with me. Because I was going to be her sister-in-law. I found it a bit unnecessary and she basically strong-armed me into having a confrontation with her that day. If I'm being honest right now, the conversation that we had that day was pretty pointless because it was just her talking about her own feelings and completely invalidating everything that I said. She kept insisting that I did not like the fact that she wanted to hang out with me so often was an insult to her and said that she considers me family. So it was quite unfair for me to treat her that way. She told me,

that she had only tried to make me happy, but if I really disliked her so much, then she would never visit us again and get quite emotional. I honestly thought that she was being very manipulative at the time because she was behaving in such a way that made us seem like the bad guys for simply wanting to have boundaries. But I was tired of that conversation, so I ended up apologizing to her just because I wanted it to be over. Jacob also did the same, but we agreed that she was being quite manipulative after she had left and decided that we were going to try and put some distance between us for the next couple of weeks. But that was unnecessary because, after that discussion,

she herself took the hint and stopped visiting us that often. The downside to that was that she had become quite snarky about this. After that every time we met, whether it was at family events or even if it was just her coming to visit her brother, she would make jokes about me ponding my own space and stuff like that. It was harmless but pretty annoying because she made it sound like I was being unreasonable and crazy, but I really wasn't and it was so petty that I didn't even want to bring it up with her and have another confrontation because she was quite manipulative and I knew

that she would just cry her way out of that one as well. So I said nothing about it but things were a little weird between us after that. It only got better after Jacob proposed to me a few months ago and I think that's when she stopped being so sour towards me. Probably because she now knew for sure that I was going to be a permanent part of the family and didn't want to get on my bad sides since that could create a rift between her and her brother. Jacob already had addressed the problems that he had with her, but he had kept in touch with her because regardless of everything, they were still quite close as a family. And that was the only reason we still kept in touch with her, even after she had shown us exactly how manipulative and cunning she could be.

But after the proposal, she started being nice to me and I really appreciated it because I didn't want to hold any grudges against her. I was ready to have a fresh start and move on because I was going to be a more permanent part of the family now and I didn't want to have any bad blood with anyone before I got married. She was quite helpful throughout the process of planning the wedding and everything and was nice to me all through. So when, a few weeks ago, she asked me if I wanted her to throw me a bridal shower, I didn't say no. I figured that since she was being so nice to me, she would probably do a good job and even though I didn't have any plans initially of having a bridal shower for anything of the sort, I thought I would give it a chance because she seemed

quite excited about it and I didn't want to break her heart by saying no. So she got to the planning and I even gave her a guest list and everything and everything was going smoothly. But then two days before the event, she told me that she wanted me to show up at the venue at least an hour before and when I asked her why. She told me that she just wanted me to make sure that everything was perfect the way it was and if we had one hour, then I could come around, check everything out and make any necessary changes before the guests started arriving. I was really tired because apart from planning the wedding and everything, I was also working and it was all getting very exhausting for me

so I didn't want this extra task of checking out the venue as well and I told her that she could do it herself and I would be fine with it, but she insisted that I come around an hour before and check. Everything out. So I agreed but I felt like something was fishy about the way she was acting. And when I got there on the day of the event, I finally realized why she had wanted me to come an hour before the event was supposed to begin. She had taken it upon herself to invite my estranged mother to my bridal shower and as soon as I

entered the place, I did a double take because she was the last person I would ever expect to see here. And she didn't even know how to read the room because both my mother and I were equally awkward and uncomfortable to see each other and she thought it would be nice to yell out surprise, as if it was perfectly fine. She had always known that my mother was not a part of my life and hadn't been for about seven years now, and we had a very bad fallout a couple of years ago. I had a massive fight with my mother because she was constantly trying to control my life and make me like her, which is not something that I wanted to be. And any time I would disagree with her, she would start insulting me and it just really got to me, which eventually led to the fight.

We had never had a good relationship even before the fight, but that argument was actually what ended everything and since then, we haven't spoken. But the point is that Eva knew about it and yet, she went ahead and invited her to my bridal shower. She even went on to tell us that she now wanted us to make peace with our past and hug it out so we could finally have a fresh start and fix our relationship. At that point, I kind of lost it at her. My mother was looking at Eva as if she was crazy and I just snapped and started yelling at her because this was completely unacceptable behavior to me and I just wasn't going to let this one go. I told her off and said that she had no right to take matters into her own hands and try to control my life and make me do things that

she thought I should be doing. I told her that inviting my mother to any event without even bothering to ask me first was a gross violation of my privacy and we were not even that close, so I don't even know what she was thinking or why she believed that she could do this and get away with it. But I was going to make sure that there were consequences to this because she can't just put on the good guy act and get away with everything. She tried to defend herself and say that her heart was in the right place and she only wanted to help me reconnect with my mother before such an important day. But that's the whole point. It was not her place to help me do anything at all and she didn't even think how I would feel. If she really had thought this through and cared about my feelings,

then she wouldn't have done this. At that point, my mother intervened and told Eva that it was quite stupid of her to expect me to be grateful for anything at all because that's just who I was as a person and she should have known that there was something fishy the second Eva told her that she was invited to the event because I wanted to apologize to her and make things right. She should have known that I would never apologize for anything because I am an ungrateful brat and will always remain one. Then she told me that I was always going to be a loser to her and she was just mad at herself for believing that I was capable enough to regret my decisions and apologize to her.

She shouldn't have bothered coming here at all because I don't deserve it and this was all just a waste of her time. I didn't even say anything to her because it was not worth it and let her storm out and a few seconds after that, I followed because I didn't want to listen to Eva defending her decision any longer and I was only waiting for the coast to be clear. After my mother was gone I left as well and I got into the car before Eva could chase me down and try to stop me.

I was so mad that I didn't even want to attend the event and I didn't even care about everybody else who was invited because my blood was boiling at that point and I just wanted to get out of there. I blocked Eva so she wouldn't be able to contact me because I really didn't want her to be able to say anything to me. As soon as I was home, I decided to talk to Jacob and tell him about everything because this was the last straw for me and I couldn't tolerate Eva anymore. She had crossed a line and I was not okay with it. I was fuming so it took me a while to calm down but once I did, I told Jacob about what Eva did and he was equally outraged as me because he knew that my mother and I did not have a good

relationship and it was nobody else's place to decide what was good for me other than myself. He called Eva up and demanded that she apologized to me but instead of just acknowledging her screw up, she decided to turn the tables and pretend like I was the bad guy for storming out without even giving her a chance to fix things between my mother and I. She started playing the victim once again and I could hear her since she was on speaker, I don't think she knew that, or else she would have probably been a little less sly. She told Jacob that she was only trying to help me out and she didn't know that I would overreact the way I did. She then said that she found my reaction unacceptable and if anything, then I am the

one who owes her an apology because she had organized a really beautiful bridal shower for me and I had completely ruined it with my temper. And then she had to cancel everything and call everybody up even individually to let them know that this was not happening anymore. She demanded that I pay her back for the whole thing because I had ruined everything and she wanted me to compensate her for it. But Jacob was really pissed off by what she said and told her that not only was I not going to give her the money because it was her own fault that she had to cancel everything, but she was also no longer invited to the wedding because it was quite unnecessary for us to have somebody at the wedding who did not respect us enough to do treat us well. And we would all be

better if she did not show up. Then he hung up and we decided that we were not going to speak to her unless she apologized, which was unlikely because she was always trying to play the victim and be manipulative, but this was too far. However, after that, we began to receive several calls and texts from his parents and they were trying to get to the bottom of this because apparently, Eva had called them up crying and complaining about our behavior. She had told them that we had disinvited her from the wedding just because she had tried to do something nice for me at the bridal shower and now we were even refusing to pay her back, which was unfair because she had spent quite a lot of money on this event and I had initially promised her that I would pay her back.

But now I did not see a reason to do that because I didn't even get to enjoy the event and it ended up being cancelled because of her own stupidity, so I don't see why I should give her any money when she completely ruined that day for me. And she does not deserve to be at my wedding, that's for sure, because she really disrespected me, and Jacob and I are not going to tolerate that kind of behavior. But my in-laws think that we are being too hard on her and we should think about how she feels because she was only trying to do a nice thing for me and she didn't exactly think it through, which makes her kind of dumb but not exactly malicious like we are making her out to be and she deserves a second chance. We tried to tell them that she did get a second chance

and Jacob had told her that she could fix everything by apologizing to me at least once but she chose not to do that and instead tried to blame me for what had happened. But even then my in-laws insisted that her heart was in the right place and I should give her another chance and not doing so would make me the bad guy because then they would be forced to reconsider if even they wanted to be present at the wedding because if their daughter was not welcome here, then it would be very difficult for them to attend. Since this was supposed to be a happy family occasion. And now Jacob is upset and I have no idea what to do because I feel like he is being forced to choose between his family and me just because I lost my temper at Eva. I feel like I screwed everything up and even though deep down I know that at least

some of this is definitely Eva's fault, I probably should have controlled my temper better. I'd have for getting mad at my sister-in-law because she invited my estranged mother to my bridal shower without my consent and tried to force us to reconcile. Edit, hi, so a lot of you have been asking what my last argument with my mother was about and it was basically just her trying to get me to drop out of college so I could apply to medical school instead. She said that I was wasting my life by not following in her footsteps and that I was a disappointment to her. This was nothing new because I had been hearing these things ever since I was a child and she believed that this would make me do better in life, but all it did was make me hate her.

She and my dad got divorced when I was very little, so they had partial custody of me, but I really preferred staying with my dad because he acted like a normal parent and not a complete psycho like my mother. She would constantly make fun of me and humiliate me from a very young age, and he thought that putting me under insane amounts of pressure would make me a genius and unlock my full potential or whatever, but that's not really what happened. That last fight that we had, was at a family dinner and a lot of my relatives were there, which is why it stung even more that she was trying to humiliate me in front of all of them and she even went on to say that if I didn't go to medical school and become a doctor like her then I would end up just like my pathetic father.

That's when I completely lost it and yeah, that was the end of our very bad and toxic relationship and I have no regrets about any of it. Eva and my in-laws know about this and always have. Update 1, hi, so it's now been one and a half week since my failed brothel shower and I have decided that no matter what, I am not going to talk to Eva. She can't get away with this every time and plays the victim every time she is confronted about what she did wrong. If she is wrong, then that's just it, there is no defense for what she did. And even if I am willing to give her the benefit of the doubt and believe that she had good intentions, it does not take away from the

impact of what she did and she should have at least apologized for everything after she realized that I was not all right with my mother being present at the event or even back in my life in any capacity. But she chose to double down on what she did and tried to make me look bad by acting as if she was the victim here. I have spoken to Jacob and he says that he is upset but he is not going to force me to do anything that I don't want to because at the end of the day, he is marrying me and I am his first priority now. That was really sweet and I really appreciate him for saying that. I know his family means a lot to him but I guess he doesn't mean as much to them because if he did then they might have been kinder but whatever. They haven't even spoken to. They haven't even

to him ever since Eva complained about our behavior and I think that it's absolutely disgraceful that they are acting this way with just a few weeks to go for our wedding. Update 2, it's been three weeks since my fight with Eva and recently Jacob and I learned that we had been blocked everywhere by Eva and her parents. I had blocked Eva first, so I don't really mind but Jacob was kind of upset when he found out because this meant that his parents would definitely not be attending the wedding and that was kind of a bummer for us since we really wanted this day to be perfect and had been looking forward to it for a really long time. But I guess things don't always pan out the way that you want them to,

and we just had to be okay with it because we don't have a choice. The wedding is in less than two weeks, so if my in-laws really want to make things right, then they have some time, but I highly doubt that they are going to come back to Jacob because it's very clear to me now that it's more important for them to put their daughter's feelings above their sons, and I guess that was one of the reasons why Eva would.

Never become a better person because her parents just keep enabling her. It's kind of sad because she will go through life constantly thinking that she is the victim in every situation that she is ever in but in reality, well, we all know the truth. Update 3, hey, folks. So I am married now and I am quite happy about it. The wedding was everything that I had ever hoped and dreamed of and on the day of the wedding, Jacob and I were so excited that we barely even thought of anybody else, especially people who were not even there.

Unfortunately or maybe fortunately, his parents and his parents and his parents and he was, Eva were not able to keep their massive egos aside for even one day to make Jacob happy and therefore did not attend but we still had a great time and nobody asked about them either because they had been busy gossiping about Jacob to their own relatives and everybody pretty much knew about the fallout that they had and guess what they were on my side with this one so whatever their plan was it backfired pretty badly and they totally deserved it. The important thing was that Jacob and I would be happy on our wedding day and that we were so we don't really care about anybody else. I hope you enjoy this story. Ida declined to assist my father, 44 years old, and his spouse

while expressing the belief that they are receiving their just deserts. My stepmom Julia, 30F, when I was around 16 and they got married two years later. Just FYI, the woman never liked me and she's actually the reason I got kicked out of my house at 19. Since then, I haven't had any contact with either my dad or her until a couple of days ago, when my father showed up at my house to talk to me. I'll get to that later, but first, I have to get into everything that went wrong so people get an idea of what kind of a person Julia really is. So my mother passed away when I was just nine years old and since then, my dad had been in several relationships, but he was very serious about Julia right from the beginning. She moved in with us within a

couple of months and even though she was just a couple of years older than me, she actually expected me to call her mom. For context, I was 16 at the time and she was 24. We were just eight years apart in age and I didn't think it was appropriate for me to call her mom or even think of her as somebody maternal, so I never did call her mom. Even if she had been older, I probably wouldn't have called her mom because it had just been six years since my biological mother had passed away and I was not ready to start calling somebody else mom and replace her so soon. Besides, when she requested this weird thing, she had only been with my father for eight months and they had already moved and together and my father could take their relationship as fast or as slow

as they wanted, but that didn't mean that I would have to accept her into my family at the same speed. Especially considering the fact that she hadn't even made any effort to get along with me or whatever, I didn't think it was appropriate for her to even request something like that, and I told her, as politely as I could, that I would not feel comfortable referring to her as my mom because I did not feel particularly attached to her yet. And neither did I think of her as a maternal figure in my life. I don't think I have been disrespectful towards her, but I don't know why, from that day on, she started picking on me for no reason. She would either be very nasty with me, or she would ignore me altogether and it was honestly very weird. I knew for a fact

that she was doing this just because I had refused to call her mom, even though I didn't understand back then, and I still don't understand how it was ever going to make a difference in her life. Because as far as I was concerned, my dad adored her and couldn't get enough of her and he had completely accepted her as his partner, so that's what should have mattered to her. Instead, Instead, she was obsessed with becoming my mother somehow and would even act like she actually was, until I reminded her that she really wasn't. And I'm not talking about her being motherly in a good and caring way, she would just boss me around all the time and try to act like she had any authority on me to prove herself to be a competent maternal figure or something, maybe. So then, I would get annoyed and I would have to remind her that she wasn't actually my mom and that she didn't need to get so involved in my life because I was not ready to give that position. Then she would inevitably complain to my dad, and we would fight but eventually, my dad and I

loved each other so we made up in spite of Julia. This is how we spent almost four years and after they got married, I actually hoped that maybe Julia would start behaving normally since she didn't have any reason to be insecure anymore. But their marriage made her even more determined to become my mom and a couple of months after they got married, she sat me down once again, and we had the same discussion. This time, she told me that she would really appreciate it if I called her mom because now that she and my dad are married, it would be better to complete our family, and I needed to accept her as my mother for that. But by then, I had already seen her true colors, and I couldn't even understand how she actually had the audacity to demand that I call her my mom after mistreating me for the past four years.

It wasn't even as if I was particularly happy about them being married because I knew that she didn't like me at all and neither was I particularly a fan of her. And I am not one to mince words, especially not when I was 18, so I made it very clear to her that after the way she had treated me for the past four years, I had no interest in accepting her as my mother or completing the family or whatever her goal was. I told her now that she was married to my dad, that's all she should focus on and stop obsessing over becoming my mom because it was pathetic. I already had a mom and unfortunately, I had lost her to an accident, but that didn't mean the position was up for grabs like she thought. In very clear and civil words, I told her that I loved my mother and I was not going to replace her so she needed to stop trying. And I also told her that her obsession with trying to be my mom was weird, creepy, and I did. not appreciate it one bit, especially considering the fact that she had actually gone out of her way to treat me badly just because I wouldn't call her mom.

I'm not proud of it because it's not very politically correct, but I did imply that there was something mentally off with her because of this obsession that she had and I guess that really rubbed her the wrong way then. Because after that discussion and that remark about her mental state, she completely stopped talking to me. It was as if I did not exist to her and in my opinion, I didn't think it was a problem. back then. I was actually pretty relieved that she had finally decided to get off my back, but then about a year later, I realized that she had been putting her time to good use and

poisoning my own father against me. It happened very slowly, so I didn't exactly realize that my dad was distancing himself from me, and by the time I did start finding things we had, it was too late to change anything. It's not like I didn't try, I did make several attempts to bond with him, hang out with him, and talk to him, but he was either always too busy or he was with Julia. I could understand that after his second marriage, his priorities had changed, and I tried to give them their space but that backfired because Julia took up all the space that he had in his life. It got worse when I went away to college and whatever contact I had with my dad, we started losing that too. It felt terrible and I felt like I had to do something about it,

so one time, I decided to surprise him by coming back for a weekend and that's when I got kicked out. When I came back, I had expected my dad to be happy about it, but he seemed annoyed and told me that he had plans to go out for dinner with Julia, but now that I was home, he couldn't do that. I found that very insulting and I confronted him about his behavior, telling him that he was being very distant and weird and that I was really hurt by the fact that he wasn't even happy that I had returned home to surprise him like this. I told him that I felt like he didn't even care about me anymore and I couldn't help but take a dig at Julia,

saying that I knew that this was her doing, that she was somehow turning him against me. And that turned into a full-blown argument. My dad told me that he knew that I had had something against Julia right from the first day and it was actually not her who was trying to turn him against me, but it was the other way around. He accused me of trying to brainwash him and make Julia out to be the bad guy, but he knew that she had been trying her best to win me over and I was the one

who had been rejecting her attempts to bond with me because I did not want to betray my mother, but he said that even my mom would be disappointed in my behavior. He told me that I needed to stop making up lies about Julia to get him to hate her because it was not going to work. Slowly, I learned that for the past few months, Julia had been reversing everything and telling my dad that apparently, I was the one who had been ignoring her, and even before that, I was the one who had always treated her badly. It helped her case that whenever my dad was around, she was never rude to me, she was pleasant and my dad never believed that she was even capable of being nasty to anybody. So gradually, my dad had started to actually believe that maybe I was the one

who was creating problems because I was not ready to accept Julia as his wife and come to terms with the fact that he had moved on, even though that was far from the truth. I tried to explain to him that he had got it all wrong, that I was the victim in the situation, but he was not ready to believe me. He accused me of not liking Julia, and trying to ruin their relationship by lying to him about her and told me that if I could not respect Julia and their relationship, then he had no space for me in his life or his home anymore. Basically, he gave me an ultimatum and told me that I could either start giving her the respect that she deserved and called her mom where I could leave. I had no idea that this was going to get to such a stage, but when my dad said that,

I didn't even bother to argue anymore. I hadn't unpacked any of my stuff, so I just grabbed my bags and walked out, and never looked back. After that, I went straight to my uncle's place because out of all my relatives, he was the one that I was closest to. He's my mom's older brother who has a soft corner for me, so I knew that whatever problems I had afterward, he would help me out with it. I hadn't told him much about the situation with Julia because I already knew that he did not like her and he did not approve of my dad's relationship with her, partly because he was loyal to my mom, just like me, and also because he thought it was kind of weird that my dad and Julia had such a huge age gap. Anyway, I didn't want to make him dislike my dad even

more than he already did at that point in time, so I hadn't told him much about Julia but after I got kicked out and went to him, I explained the entire situation. and he was furious. He told me that I had done the right thing by refusing to call her mom and called Julia a total nutcase and my dad an idiot of the highest order for falling for all her lies.

Once he knew the truth, he told me that he was going to take care of everything and said that he was going to be covering all my expenses, including my college tuition, from now on, which had been my dad's responsibility earlier. He also told me that whenever I needed to come back home, I could stay with him and even after I graduate, he would help me out. And he stated true to his word that he helped me out every step of the way

and was more of a dad to me in the past six years than my biological father has been. For the past six years, like I said, in the beginning, I haven't had any contact with my dad or Julia. And neither has the rest of the family because after I told my uncle about everything, he told everybody else. I didn't exactly ask him to do that, but he was just so furious that he didn't care about the consequences, he just told everyone. Obviously my mom's side of the family is aware of what my father did, but my uncle made it a point to even reach out to my dad's side of the family so that everyone would know and from what I've heard, nobody has been in touch with them after I got kicked out because they were all against what happened. My uncle has told me that several people even

tried to speak to my dad and knock some sense into him, but he refused to listen to them and told them that I was a liar and they should not believe me. But thankfully, my family, my family knows that I'm not the kind of person that my father and Julia were painting me to be, and they have been pushed into complete isolation. But I don't think that they care since they haven't bothered to reach out to anybody for the past six years. I, on the other hand, have been doing pretty well for myself. I started interning at my uncle's real estate firm after I graduated from college and now, I have my realtors license and earlier this year, I moved out from my previous apartment into a much more spacious one in a better neighborhood.

So financially, I don't have anything to worry about anymore, and I've even started paying back my uncle, even though he doesn't really want anything back for me. My financial condition is relevant in this situation because I'm guessing that that's why my dad decided to get back in touch with me since karma has finally caught up with them and recently, a couple of months after Julia gave birth, she got into a terrible accident and now she's on bed rest and unable to. even move a muscle. As I mentioned in the beginning, my dad visited me a couple of days ago and after speaking to him, I learned that he had quit his job a couple of years back and started his own business, but that hasn't been going well because the pandemic hit right after he started. So financially, it's been a struggle for him. And on top of that, Julia has also refused to take up any jobs and the entire burden of handling finances is on his shoulders. It's not surprising because right after they got married, Julia quit her job and that should have been a red flag for him,

but I guess my dad never thought of removing his rose-colored glasses when it came to her. Anyway, things got even more tense financially when she discovered she was pregnant and decided that she was going to keep the baby. She gave birth about six months back and then last month, while she was driving herself back home from lunch with her friends, she ended up totaling the car due to a combination of slippery roads and a little too much champagne. Luckily, she got away with no charges, but that doesn't even matter because she injured herself pretty badly and now she can't even do anything except weight to heal. My dad is in a very difficult spot right now because their medical insurance doesn't cover hiring

a nurse, so he has to pay for that out of his own pocket since it's not like he can stay back with Julia and take care of her. He has to go to work since he'll end up broke other wise. And so far, they've been leaving the baby with Julia's parents, but they haven't been happy about that arrangement and recently, they have told my dad that they need a life of their own as well so they cannot watch their grandchild every single day. He ended up getting into a fight with them because of how selfish they were being and now, they have refused to look after their grandchild altogether. My dad told me that he's been trying to think of a way that he can work this out, but unfortunately, since he doesn't have enough money to afford a baby.

and doesn't have any family members willing to help them out either. He realized that he would finally have to come to me and have me help him out instead because he couldn't think of anybody else he could count on. After hearing him out, I instantly declined without even thinking about it twice. I'm already not good with babies, and on top of that, if this was his and Julia's child that we were talking about, then I wanted nothing to do with that kid. The two of them had hurt me enough in the past, so I obviously did not. want to be a pushover and help them out with their child, regardless of what they were going

through. So I declined and I told my dad that while it was nice seeing him, I knew he was here for some purpose and unfortunately, I was not here to serve his purpose anymore. He started arguing with me, telling me that he had gone to great lengths just to get my contact info and he was not leaving until I forgave him and agreed to help him out. From that, I figured out that he must have bothered and pestered some relatives for a while because otherwise, frankly, I don't think there would have been any way for him to find out where I stayed until they finally told him where I stayed, and I wouldn't call that going to great lengths. And I was already pretty upset by him. His entitlement upset me even more, and I told him that

back when I really needed him to believe me, he hadn't. He had chosen Julia over me, and now, I'm choosing myself over him. So I kept asking him to leave. So I kept asking him to leave. but he wouldn't budge and finally, I really lost it, and I told him that if he did not go away, I would really call the cops on him and that would end up getting very ugly for him. In the heat of the moment, I told him that I did not have any sympathy for him, and I was not interested in helping him out or even forgiving him, because I believed that everything that he was going through right now, he and Julia deserved every bit of it. Because she had endlessly lied about me and made me look like the bad guy to the extent that he

actually kicked me out, and he, instead of believing his own daughter, prioritized his wife and her ridiculous demands. He seemed shocked when I said that, and then, he quickly left without a word. But now, I feel guilty because of what they're going through. I know it's terrible and I feel like I shouldn't have said that they deserve it. Maybe they do, maybe they don't, but I'm not the judge of that. I just feel very guilty right now, so I'd offer telling my dad that he and his wife. He and his wife deserve whatever is happening to them right now and refusing to help them out. Edit. So I called up my uncle and I told him about my dad's visit, and he spoke to a couple of

relatives and he confirmed for me that my dad had apparently been reaching out to everyone after many years to ask for my whereabouts. Most people hadn't replied, but one of my relatives, on my dad's side, who's not very close to me, started feeling bad for my father and decided to give out my contact info and address. I guess I was right, my dad didn't have to go to great lengths as he claimed, he was just trying to make me feel guilty, I guess. Update 1, thank you to everybody who commented on my post. It was a pretty long post and I haven't exactly spoken about this at length to anyone apart from my uncle, so it felt good to get it all off my chest. Especially everything about

Julia, it really traumatized me when I was younger, and judging by the comments, I don't think that I was wrong for implying that she must have had some mental problems for being so desperate to have me accept her as my mother. But that's all that I can do, I can only imply it, I can't actually diagnose her or whatever, but I think it would do her a great lot of good to go visit a psychiatrist and figure out what the heck is wrong with her that she was driven to act like that, all because I did not call her, or accept her as, my mom. As for my father, throughout his relationship with Julia, I kept trying to come up with excuses for his behavior because I knew that he loved her and for his sake, I tried not to be too much trouble, but I don't think

he cared about that even one bit. Because when it really came down to it, he picked Julia over me, his biological daughter. So really, he had some guts showing up at my house, expecting me to help them out after six years of no contact. Even now, I know that he was apologizing just because he wanted me to help him, not because he really meant it. So I did what I had to, I amped up security measures around my place in case he decided to show up again in this time. If he didn't leave the second I asked him to, I'm going to call the cops without wasting any time. Ideally, I would prefer for him not to show up at all, but I know that's wishful thinking. He's definitely going to come back and try to demand that I help him out once again.

He already has my contact info, so he had been texting me for the past couple of days after his visit, but I blocked him within a couple of hours itself. Now, almost five days have passed since his last visit and I guess he has been biding his time, but I have this kept feeling that he's going to show up once again. Just FYI, it's not that I'm scared of what he might do, it's just that I'm already emotionally drained and I don't want some drawn-out confrontation with him.

So that's why I'm taking all the measures that I possibly can to avoid talking to him too much, and just have him go away as soon as possible. I'm hoping that the next time I see him, it's not too bad for me emotionally. Update 2, 2 days back, I posted here, and I said that I was sure that my dad was going to show up and he did. He waited for a week from our last meeting to show up again today and like I said, when I saw him standing outside and ringing the doorbell, I told him through the intercom that I was not willing to speak to him. I had just come back home from work, so I was already kind of tired, and I was in no mood to deal with him. So as soon as he told me that he was not going away, I just took out my phone and called the cops and reported him for trespassing.

He couldn't hear me from the inside, so he had no idea that I had called the cops, and until they showed up, he just stood outside my door and kept banging on the door, telling me that I was being too hard on him and Julia had told him that she had made everything up, so now, both of them are very sorry about everything but that's all they can do. Apologize to me and hope for the best. It's not like they can actually go back in the past and change it, so I need to cut them some slack, especially considering what they are going through right now. I couldn't believe the fact that, even after he had found out that Julia had lied to him about everything and had made him kick me out, he was still getting defensive about whatever had

happened instead of owning up to his mistakes. When he was talking to me, he was treating the whole thing with such a casual attitude that it was really infuriating for me but I still kept my cool and I didn't respond to him. him. I'm thankful that the cops arrived within time because as whole what can we do about it now? Schick was really getting on my nerves, especially considering the fact that he had ruined his relationship with his only daughter because of a bunch of lies that Julia had told him and he couldn't even be bothered to hold her accountable for it.

Anyway, when the cops finally showed up, he completely lost it at me and started cursing me out, telling me that I had lost my mind and that I had no right to call the cops on my own father, but I didn't care. I explained the entire situation and I don't think that he's going to have any charges against him, but at the very least, this is going to teach him a lesson. When he was being taken away, he did not go kicking and screaming, but he was glaring at me the entire time and I knew that he felt humiliated, but I didn't care. I was just glad that he was being taken away and I wouldn't have to deal with him. It might sound cruel, but after what happened today, the way he didn't even seem to care that Julia had lied to him and ruined our relationship, I really do think that

whatever I had said was absolutely correct. He and Julia deserved each other and more importantly, they deserved whatever was happening to them. Maybe the little one didn't though, the only person that I feel bad about in this entire situation is my half-brother but well, there's not much that I can do about that except just hope for the best. And I do hope for the best, only for him, at the very least. Because I don't really have anything against him, he's just a kid, he doesn't even know what his parents are like. I'm just praying that he doesn't have to get caught in the crossfire of anything and doesn't have to suffer for them. Since then, he would be the second child that Julia and my dad ended up failing after me. Update three so after the cops took him away,

my dad did not contact me for almost three weeks. Then, a couple of days ago, I received a text the text saying that what I had done was horrible, that I was a terrible person, and that they regretted reaching out to me in the first place because it was foolish of them to expect that I would understand their predicament right now since I had always been a selfish brat who couldn't care less about anyone else and that's what had ruined my relationship with my father, not Julia. It was not from a number that I recognized, so I'm assuming that it was probably from my dad or from Julia. Either way, it doesn't matter, that was the last I heard from them and until now, they haven't reached out to me again. That was just a few days back and interestingly

enough, I heard about my dad and Julia once again today because my uncle called me up to tell me that he had heard from a couple of relatives on my dad's side that apparently, he and Julia are staying separately right now because he has been asked to move out of his own house. So Julia's parents can stay with her and take care of her and the baby. From what he has heard, this is all because my dad had suggested placing their baby in foster care until they're back on their feet again and they had enraged Julia so much that she had actually threatened to divorce him but somehow. He was able to come down but she was still so mad that she decided to have him kicked out of the house until she recovered. I think it's pretty ironic that after throwing me out, he is now

facing the same thing. But one thing is for sure, there is definitely something mentally wrong with Julia because normal people don't behave in such extremities. Anyway, that's not something that I need to worry about because she's not a part of my life. I just find it funny that my dad is going through this and I felt like I had to share it. This really is his karma. I hope you enjoy this story. My partner secretly approached my family for financial assistance for our wedding, despite my explicit instructions and not to do so.

Consequently, I decided to cancel the wedding. but then they sold our family home to surprise me. My now ex-fiance, Zach, 28M, and I, 27F, had been together for three years and earlier this year. Almost four months ago, we got engaged. We were supposed to get married in four months, but that's not happening anymore now. It's all because he decided to go behind my back and do something I had specifically asked him not to do. So Zach's family and my family have pretty similar financial backgrounds, we're not wealthy, but we're comfortable. His mom's a high school teacher and his dad runs a

hardware store while my mom is a nurse and my dad was the manager at a Chinese restaurant. But he unfortunately got laid off a couple of weeks before my engagement because the restaurant owner passed away and his son inherited the business. The new owner wanted to make some personnel changes and hire more experienced and qualified staff to give the place a more high-end vibe instead of that cozy local vibe, so he replaced my dad with a friend of his, letting go of one of the most trusted and experienced employees they had. It came as a huge shock to us and since then, my dad's been very upset because he'd watched this kid grow up and yet as soon as he came into power, he fired my dad. Anyway, my dad took a break for a month and they were relying on my mom's

salary and their savings to get by during that time. After that, my dad went back to applying to other but at his age, in his late 50s, it's hard for him to find something good enough for him. He used to earn decently while he was working at the restaurant, but for the past couple of months, most places have either been trying to lowball him or giving him jobs that are going to be way too difficult for him physically. So a couple of months ago, he decided that he was going to start his own diner. He had enough experience, it was as good a time as any. And my mother and I thought it was a good idea, so we told him to go for it. A couple of weeks back, he had his first day and it went pretty well.

Of course, it's going to take some time for him to establish a successful business, but for now, he is doing well enough. Now coming to my fiancé, I had told him really early on that I would cover the expenses of I was not going to ask my parents for any money. Because at the time, my dad had just been let go, and I did not want to rely on them. Because I knew that they would not be able to afford it, given their circumstances. I did not want to back them into a corner or insult them by even asking for money, so I had made it very clear to my fiancé that his family could take care of his share of the expenses, but my share

would be covered by me and nobody else. I did not think that Zach would have any reason to be against that, but we got into a bit of an argument a few weeks after our engagement when I told him that I would cover my share of the expenses because he believed that our families need to take care of the expenses since we, as a soon-to-be-married couple, should be saving for our future instead. He believed that it was the duty of the parents to cover the wedding expenses and told me that I should think about things rationally instead of getting emotional. But I told him very clearly that it was against my principles to ask my parents for money,

especially when I knew that they were in a difficult spot right now. I couldn't humiliate them by asking, and I had no reason to either, since we planned on having a small ceremony, nothing extravagant. And I did have some savings, I could just use that for now, and I'm sure that I would be able to earn back the money in the future because I was young and I had time. I was also doing well at work. I had no reason to trouble my parents and I tried to explain these things to him, but he was just bent on that one thing, that my parents should pay for the wedding and I pay for the wedding would not be good for our collective future as a couple because then, we would have to

make sacrifices down the road. I honestly don't know what he was talking about and neither was I interested so after fighting for a few days. I told him that I had made up my mind and I did not want any more arguments about this. He had said that he was ready to even speak to my parents himself if I had such a moral issue with it, but I had told him very specifically that I did not want my parents to pay for anything. I had been very clear on that, so I don't understand why he felt the need to go behind my back and do it. My parents have always liked him, but this was taking things too far and I obviously had to call off the wedding. For the past four months, we have only been in the initial stages of planning our wedding and we have only been talking to planners

and vendors. And then about 10 days ago, it was finally time for us to make the deposit for the venue. Luckily, we were able to find a really nice place and it was not very known, so we didn't have to wait to confirm if we were getting the venue or not. When we put down the deposit for the place, I paid for my share and I was fine with it. We had agreed that we were going to equally split the cost of renting the venue and I paid half from my own pocket, while the rest was going to be covered by his parents. But when we came back home that day, he seemed very disturbed. When I asked him why he was so upset, he told me that he was just worried about our future and he didn't want me to spend more money than I could. I thought it was coming from a place of concern, so I told

him that he did not need to worry and that we would be just fine. I also made the mistake of telling him that I really needed that money, then I might ask my parents for something since my dad's diner was doing fine as of now. But as long as I could afford to take care of myself, I was not going to bother them. It was just something that I said to reassure him that everything was going to be fine because he seemed really freaked out. Anyway, I did not think much of that interaction. For the next two days, Zach and I were fine, but then, I received a phone call from my mother. She told me that the day after we had put down the deposit for the venue, Zach had visited them after work and had told them that he wanted them to pay for the venue because

apparently, I was getting really freaked out about how expensive it was going to be for me. He had basically flipped the script and lied to my parents about who was actually getting freaked out and made it seem like I was worried about the money so now, he had come to visit them on my behalf because I was too kind to stand up to them and was demanding that they start covering the expenses of the wedding and had even lectured them how. As good parents, I shouldn't even have to ask and they should just offer it themselves. What Zach did not know was that my parents had already offered to pay for the wedding when we got engaged, even though I had not asked them to.

And I had turned down that offer because I knew that my dad had just been fired and they had offered yet again when my dad had initially started his business a couple of weeks back. But I had still said no because I knew that everything was really early and I did not want them to live beyond their means right now. My parents had been really confused by this visit and for two days, they had not said anything because they had believed that I was aware of Zach's visit, but when I did not bring this up with them at all, they started thinking that maybe I didn't know about it all. And so, my mother had called me up to let me know about what he had said. As soon as she told me about this,

I knew instantly that I was not going to be marrying Zach anymore. Because the most important thing in a relationship for me is trust and if I can't even trust him, I don't see the point of being with him. I was very hurt and disappointed by his behavior, but mostly, I was just angry because this was the one thing that we had been fighting about, and I had told him so many times that I did not want anything that I was saying. I was also pissed that he had insulted my parents and humiliated them without even knowing the reality of the situation and I couldn't forgive that. So after that phone call, I took the rest of the day off from work and went back home and texted to come home quickly because we needed to discuss this ASAP. When he came back home,

it had just been an hour since the phone call from my mother so everything was very fresh and I was still really pissed off. So as soon as he walked inside the house, I started yelling at him about what he had done and immediately told him that I was not going to be marrying him anymore and the wedding was off. It took him a couple of minutes to process what was going on and once he had done that, he started fighting with me and said that he was just doing this for our future because he did not want me to spend so much money on the wedding myself, especially when he knew that my parents could afford to do this for me. It was the same argument yet again. And I had to explain to him once more that my parents could actually not afford to do this for me because

if they did cover the wedding expenses. They would end up having to make up for it by working extra hard for the next few months since they had already taken out a lot from their savings to start the diner and even that was in its initial stages. So there was no telling if the diner would be successful or not. I couldn't explain to him that just because they had the money right now, did not mean they could just afford to spend it however they wished to, and I had to think about their future as well because both of them were very close to the age of retirement and I'm pretty sure that my dad would not be able to run the diner for more

than maybe 10 years. He tried to tell me that he was just looking out for us, but I did not by that. I said that I had only asked him not to do this one thing and yet, he had chosen to go behind my back and do it anyway, and that it completely broke my trust in him. We had been fighting a lot over this particular topic for quite some time anyway, and after I did not see any reason for me to still be with him. I also brought up how he had insulted my parents by saying that they should have just offered to pay for it themselves without me having to ask, but he didn't even know that they had already offered and I had been the one to reject them. That's when he got even more agitated and told me that I had no right to do that without consulting him first.

I was getting really confused with regard to the things that he was saying, so I asked him why he believed that I had to consult with him before I rejected my parents' offer to pay for the wedding and he told me that once we got married, all our money was going to belong to the two of us, and not just us individually. So all our financial decisions had to be agreed upon beforehand and we needed to make sure that we were on the same page. I couldn't just say and do whatever I wanted and expect him to be fine with it. I thought that he was being a bit ridiculous and I was very annoyed anyway, so I told him that this was not about our finances, it was about him being a control freak and going out of his way to do things that I specifically asked him not to. But he turned it around on me and said that if I had just been honest with him and told him that my parents had offered to pay, but I was the one who had rejected them, he would have never approached my parents in the first place and would have just tried to sort things out with me instead without dragging them in. But because I had not told him about any of this, he had just assumed that my parents were being selfish and hadn't even offered to pay, which is why he involved them and apparently, this was all my fault now for keeping secrets from him.

We just kept going in circles after that point and it got really frustrating after a while, so I decided to pack my things and leave the house. He was not happy about it and kept trying to tell me to come back so we could talk things through, but I was so exhausted that I didn't even want to speak to him. So I've been living in a hotel since last week and I thought the worst had already happened since I had broken off my engagement and presumably ended my relationship as well. But a few days back, my parents called me and delivered another devastating news to me. I was very upset after I had left home and I was really in no mood to speak to anybody.

I hadn't blocked anyone, not even Zach, but I was not checking any messages or receiving any phone calls. My parents had not called me after that last phone call with my mom, where she had told me about what Zach had done and I thought it was a bit strange that they had not reached up on me but I was too upset about the situation with Zach to care. I really loved Zach so I was finding it very difficult to cope with all of this and so, I had not told anybody about the fight that we had and how I'd called off my engagement. Zach had also kept his mouth shut about it, so nobody had any idea. Then, two days. days ago, my mom finally called me and told me that she and my father had sold the house to a buyer

who had expressed an interest in it and had been hounding them for the past few months, but they had been declining his offer so far. However, after Zach had come to visit them, they decided to finally sell the house and within two days, they had a great deal from the buyer on the table since we had a nice old-timey house and the buyer was pretty rich and desperate to have the house. And my parents were now going to use that money to fund my wedding and also put some of it into the diner business so that we could all have what we wanted. And she expected me to be happy about it, but I was shocked to the core. That's when I realized how foolish it had been of me to not tell my parents about the fact that I had called off my engagement after what they had said.

My mother had just assumed that after the phone call, I might have confronted Zach, but since I had not told her anything about the aftermath of our fight. She and my father had gone ahead and decided to surprise me and said that she had been feeling bad about how the two of us were fighting because of this and she wanted to make it up to both of us. I literally broke down into tears when she told me that they had sold the house and she tried on the phone, but I just didn't stop and after about ten minutes of crying, I finally told her the truth, and neither of us had any idea what to say after that. Luckily, my parents were not mad at me and just said that either way, even if I had broken off the engagement, it was fine because now they could use the

money to invest in the diner and upgrade certain things. They told me that they were moving into a rented apartment now, much more practical and smaller than our home, and that I had nothing to feel guilty for. But I just felt bad because they had done all of this for me and I hadn't even bothered to let them know about what was going on in my life. They did not blame me for anything, but I still feel like a total jerk. And Zach has not been talking to me since I left either, and now I feel like even that fight was completely my fault because I was the one who did not tell him that I had rejected my parents' offer to pay for the wedding. We wouldn't have fought at all if I had not been keeping secrets from him, as he said. My parents are not mad at me,

but I still feel really bad about everything that's been happening and I feel like it has all been my fault and I owe an apology to everybody in my life. So I'd offer not a lot of my life. So I'd offer not telling my fiancé about my parents offer to pay for the wedding and not telling my parents that I had called off the engagement. Update 1, hey, so it has been eight days since my post here and I've been doing a lot of introspection. Most of the comments seem to think that I was not actually the bad guy here for not talking to anybody about how I had broken off my engagement, not even my parents. Because I was very upset at the time and I can be excused for not immediately announcing it to everybody since I was still trying to process it and I hadn't discussed

it with Zach either. So it was fine. And I'm really grateful for you guys letting me know that I am not the one to blame for what happened with my parents, but I have still apologized to them. I told them that I was really sorry for not letting them know earlier and they told me that they had been considering selling the house anyway. Zach's visit just escalated the process. The handover is not yet complete and they have still some paperwork to finish up on. You guys can relax. My parents did not just sell a house within two days. So I went to see the house and said goodbye to it one final time before it was sold off entirely. It was emotional and my parents were feeling quite sentimental about it as well, but we got through it somehow. There was a lot of hugging and crying that day,

but it's been three days now and I'm finally coming to terms with it. They have already made it there, so now it's about time that I do. I'm trying to do that with Sack as well. I'm not living at the hotel anymore. I have moved in with a friend because it's much cheaper that way. And on the day that I went to see the house for one last time, I also decided to drive down to where Zach and I live and speak to him. Unfortunately, that did not go quite as well as I had expected. It was a Saturday three days back, so I knew that he would be at home because he usually had his weekends off. I could hear the television playing inside, but as soon as I rang the doorbell, everything went silent in the house. and I knew that he was avoiding me.

I could even see his car in the driveway, so I knew that he was at home because he hated walking to places. So I rang the doorbell a couple more times, but he was still pretending that he was not at home and so, I decided to use my keys. I had my keys all along, I just didn't want to intrude since things weren't good between us right now, but he forced me to do that.

When I entered the house, he was sitting in the living room, pretending that he couldn't see me. It was kind of funny, but I still tried to talk to him, I told him that I was there to discuss things with him, and it would be nice if he would at least look at me when I was trying to talk to him. Instead of just pretending that he wasn't at home, like a child. However, he still did not respond to me and continued to look the other way and that's when I started getting a little pissed off. I told him that he was being very immature about this whole thing and that I was here to genuinely

clear the air between us since we had been together for quite some time, and we did reserved a proper goodbye at the very least. But if he was not even going to pretend to give it a chance, then I was probably better off leaving. That's when he turned around and finally told me that he was fine with it, he had made his peace with it, and he would appreciate it if I took my things back the next time that I came by and left him alone. I found that a bit hurtful because I was here to make things right with him, not fight even more. I was not here with the intention of telling him that I wanted to be engaged to him once again since I had already returned the ring the day that I had left home, and nor did I want to get back with him, but I just wanted to have a

respectable breakup at least. However, with the way that he was acting, I did not think that it would be possible so I started to leave. And then, he made some remark about how it was so typical of me to just abandon everything whenever things got tough. I did not appreciate that, so I turned around to argue with him because if a fight was what he wanted, I was not going to back down from it, especially after I had to come to make peace with him, but he was just giving me an attitude for no reason. When I asked him what he had meant by that statement, about how I would just abandon situations if it got too rough, since I don't ever recall having done that while we were dating. And he brought up some completely arbitrary and unrelated situations, like whenever we could get

into fights earlier, I would just walk out of the room instead of coming to a solution. I did not think that was fair at all because what he was referring to might have been true, but I had my reasons. Every time we would fight earlier, he would start getting very agitated and would yell at me. I thought he had anger issues because he would start screaming at my face very intensely and if things got too rough, he would even start throwing stuff around, and I did not feel comfortable with that kind of behavior. And that is why I would walk out, not just because I did not want to confront the situation.

So I reminded him that it was his behavior that would drive me to walk out of fights because I did not like the way he would behave with me. And I would always come back and sort things out with him when he had a cool head and neither of us was yelling at each other. That's how we had been making it work in the past, but now, he was pretending as if it was all my fault that things were falling apart. I reminded him it was his aggressive and impulsive behavior that also led me to break up with him in the first place since he had absolutely no reason to go to my parents' house

and tried to lecture them about how to be good parents to me. He tried to defend himself once again and said that he never would have done that if I had been transparent with him and told him that my parents had offered to pay for the expenses and I had said no, but I told him that that was none of his business. He should have just taken no for an answer when I had asked him not to talk to my parents about this instead of taking matters into his own hands. What he did, regardless of whether I had told him about my parents' offer or not, just went on to show that he did not think my opinions were important enough to be taken into consideration.

I could not be with a man like that, and I regretted the fact that I had ever even thought about making things right with him and visited him because he clearly did not deserve the respect. And then, I walked out of the house and drove back to my friend's house and now, I've blocked him everywhere. I'm going to go back in a couple more days to get all my stuff back and then. It's going to be over for real. update two, hey, so the sale of the house is complete now, and my parents have given me 30% of the amount that they received, which I think is really nice of them. The rest of it is going back into the diner and my dad has told me that if everything goes well, he might want me to inherit the diner and keep it running in the future and I think I might like that.

I might start learning the ropes and stuff in a couple of years, let's see how it goes. But for now, they are doing decently and I wish nothing but the best for my my parents. My friend and I have been living together ever since that last update, but we have also been looking for apartments so that I can move out soon because I need some space as well. I still haven't collected the rest of my belongings from Zach's house. I just don't want to see him right now. I know that he has been talking all sorts of crap about me to his friends and now, pretty much everyone knows that we have broken up. We haven't made a formal announcement yet and thankfully, we haven't even sent out the invitations yet, but I'm considering putting up a post

on my socials and just letting people know that this is over now. Update 3, hi, so it's been more than a month since I've broken off my engagement with Sack. I'm getting used to living the single life now, I still find myself missing him sometimes, but then I remember how things ended between us and then I scold myself for thinking about him. Anyway, last week, I announced the breakup online. Then I I went over to his house in the evening to collect the rest of my things. I went along with my friend, so he wouldn't say anything stupid to me, and we wouldn't end up in another fight. The entire time I was there, he did not say a word to each other and even when I left, we did not even say goodbye. Anyway, I did not let it affect me because I knew that I would be

better off without after all the crap he has talked about me to his friends and the gossip that I'd been hearing about myself, that he has been spreading, I highly doubt I would even want to say anything to him. He's been telling people that I'm a miser, I'm stingy and apparently, I'm a gold digger as well. He said he was only with me because I looked hot, but it was a bad choice because clearly, I have nothing going on inside my head and I'm too stupid to be with a man like him. Honestly, it doesn't matter to me because if it makes him feel better about himself, he can say what he wants, and the people who are genuinely my friends, are never going to speak to him again. Anyway, I've managed to find a place with affordable rent and it's in a nice

neighborhood too, so I'm looking forward to living here and making this my new home. My parents are doing well, thankfully, the diner looks great and they hired new staff to keep up because they've started doing home deliveries as well. Fingers crossed, things are going to be great now. I hope you enjoy this story. I picked up my wife's phone and a man requested to have lunch with her, despite the fact that the contact was saved under the name of her female colleague, so I suspected her of infidelity and took legal action. For divorce when she suggested we try an open marriage. A few days ago, my soon-to-be ex-wife Gemma 25F and I, 26M, got into a massive fight over my accusations of her cheating and I need to know if I screwed up or not. So for context, we have

been married for two years, and in general, we have been together for four years now. For the past couple of months, though, I've been becoming increasingly suspicious of her having an affair with one of her friends from work. It started with the usual, coming back home late from work every day, staying up late texting somebody or the other and saying that it's just work, acting weird. At first, it did not occur to me that she might be having an affair, I just thought that maybe she was too stressed out from work, so that's why she must be behaving oddly. But then, two weeks ago, her phone was buzzing while she was in the shower, and here's what happened. The name that was on the screen was of a female co-worker that I know,

I've met her a handful of times with Gemma. I don't know why, but I decided to pick up, only to tell that coworker that Gemma was in the shower and she should call back later. But as soon as I picked up, it was a male voice that answered on the other end of the phone. I went silent for a couple of seconds, and the voice kept talking, asking if Gemma could meet for lunch. It took me a couple of seconds to understand what was going on, and then I replied that she was in the shower. As soon as I spoke, the call was disconnected. Then, when Gemma got out of the shower, I confronted her about this. She did not seem uneasy at all, and she just told me that she must have made a mistake while saving the contact and the person that I had spoken to was another co-worker and he was

probably asking her out for lunch with a client, not just herself. She was so casual about the whole thing, that I almost started to think that maybe this was normal. But then, for the rest of the day, I didn't get that out of my head, and that's when I started considering the possibility that maybe she was not being faithful to me right now. I tried to talk to her about it a couple of times in the next few days, but she just shut me down, saying that I was overthinking this. So then, since she was not going to talk about it, I started feeling even more suspicious, and I decided to throw myself into it, just for my own peace of mind. I tried to go through her phone, her messages, and phone calls and stuff like that while she was sleeping, but then, of course,

she had probably started being more careful so I couldn't find anything. I had been feeling extremely weird and upset for the past two weeks, ever since that phone call, and even more so that I couldn't even find anything, nothing to confirm or deny my suspicions. And whenever I tried to talk to her, she would just brush it off, so I felt like I was going crazy. But then, a couple of days ago, Gemma sat me down very concernately and I thought that we were finally going to have a discussion about this, and I would find out the truth. Instead of addressing everything that I was thinking about, though, she just told me that she had been feeling very stressed out from work, and she felt like our marriage was losing the

spark. She had a bunch of things about how she felt like she had rushed headlong into this relationship and then marriage without thinking much, and that both of us are pretty young, so we should probably be exploring ourselves right now. But she doesn't want to get divorced, and now that open marriages are being more accepted in society, she thinks that we should try that. That was it for me, that was all that I needed to hear. I immediately told her that we did not need to get into any sort of open marriage arrangement because she was free to leave now. I told her that I knew all about her coworker, I knew that she had been having an affair, and even though I couldn't prove it right now, I just knew it. I told her that she was free to

go be with him now, she didn't have to worry about our marriage because I was going to be filing for a divorce. Then she started screaming at me, saying that I had no idea what I was talking about and that she had always been loyal to me. Once again, I brought up that. I brought up that. I was phone call and she started telling me that I was being crazy and that it was just a mistake and I was reading too much into it. But I told her that it didn't matter because if she was thinking about an open marriage, I was done with her anyway because for me, that's not something that I can deal with and the fact that she's even considering it is insulting for me. So then, the fight got worse, there was a lot of name calling, and in the end, she just stormed out after packing a bag.

I did not stop her, and it's been three days since we last spoke. But now that the anger and sadness have subsided a little bit, I'm starting to think that I might be in the wrong here. I don't know why, but I feel guilty about this, so I need to know, did I screw up? Ida for accusing my wife of infidelity. Update 1. Thank you so much to everybody who commented on my post. I think I have a lot more clarity on the situation now and I don't think that I'm going to go crawling back to her. I don't think I was going to do that anyway, but now I'm pretty sure that she was cheating on me and she was just upset she got caught. I have spoken to my parents about it, and they have told me that they are going to look for a decent attorney for me.

I trust their judgment since my dad used to work in a law firm before he retired, so I guess I don't have to worry about the legal part of it. Apart from that, though, it's not like it's been easy for me for the past couple of days. The more that I have thought about it, the more I have really realized how I've been played for a fool. I guess some part of me deep down, still wanted to believe that maybe she was not cheating on me and there was a perfectly innocent explanation for all of this. That's why I was waiting. But then, when she said that she wanted to open up our marriage and explore ourselves, everything just went down the drain. I don't think that I can ever explain that, especially after we have been together for so long and been through

so much together. She's right, we are young, but when we used to be dating, both of us were very firm on the fact that we were dating to marry since neither of us was the kind of person who were interested in flings. I guess I stayed the same way, but she probably changed her mind. Anyway, there is not much to do about it anymore, I just have to deal with the facts. That's the difficult part of it, I guess. I have kept myself busy, as busy as I possibly can, because I have been spending a lot of time at work so that I can stay distracted. And when I do come home, I throw myself into the household chores, or I just watch TV to drown out my own thoughts.

Last evening, I took it upon myself to pack all the things that Gemma had left behind, and put them in a box so that it would be convenient for her to take it away whenever she showed up next. And to be very honest, I was sick of seeing her things lying around here and there, I just did not want to be reminded of the fact that I shared a life with this woman and now, all of it has been ruined, all thanks to her. Anyway, I don't know when she's going to get in touch with me next, but I do know for a fact that our marriage is over. It's taken me a while to come to terms with that, and it still feels quite surreal to even say it, but that's the reality now and I have to face it.

Update 2, hey, so it's been four days since my last update, and two days ago, my dad put me in touch with an attorney, and this morning, we filed the divorce. It was a big move, and I was miserable about it, but like I said, it had to be done. Coincidentally, a couple of hours ago, Gemma showed up. We hadn't spoken ever since our big fight, after which she had left the house, so I was quite surprised to see her. Anyway, when I opened the door, she asked me if I was still upset with her and if I still believed that she had been cheating on me or whatever. She was saying it as if it was completely impossible, and I guess she was just treating us as some normal fight that we had, that we could sort out quite easily. But for me, this was not a casual little fight that could be resolved that easily, so before she could say anything else, I told her that this morning, I had filed for a divorce from her.

She definitely did not see that coming, because she was pretty shocked when I said that. She was stunned and did not have anything to say to me for the first couple of minutes after I said that, so I took that opportunity, and also told her that I had a box of her things, so she could pack it up and leave if she wanted to. Because after all, I owned the house I had inherited from my great uncle, so if anybody had to give up staying here, it had to be her. Then, she started arguing with me, saying that I was overreacting and that she couldn't believe that I had gone ahead and filed for a divorce from her over some stupid fight. like this. She told me that she had come here to talk to me and sort things out with me but now, she was not so sure anymore, because I was acting like a crazy person apparently. And that may be, according to her, I might be a crazy person, but in my opinion, I think I was the only sane person

in the situation. Because let's be real, even if I assume that she might not have been cheating on me, she still suggested that we should try an open marriage. And I'm not okay with that, and it just made my suspicions worse, so if she was still expecting me to be waiting around for her and moping, then she was wrong. So I told her that there was nothing that we could sort out anymore, because I just couldn't bring myself to trust her, and even after so much had happened, the least she could do was be respectful of whatever relationship we had had for so long and tell me the truth. But even now, she was acting as if she was completely innocent and was trying to gaslight me into believing that her behavior had been normal and I was just being too paranoid. I told her that the way

she was acting was disgusting, and I just did not want to be with her anymore. I told her that I was done, and it felt like a huge relief, to be very honest. I thought that it would be a lot more difficult than it actually was, but anyway, she did not take it too well. She thought it was throwing a tantrum right there, on the porch, and because I did not want her to embarrass herself and me in front of the neighbors and stuff, I brought her in and she started screaming at me, even louder, accusing me of being a psycho, suspicious freak, and she told me that I was ruining her life. I did not say anything in my defense, I did not think it was important to say anything or try to defend myself, because I knew that I had not done anything wrong.

She was getting defensive and she was trying to make me the bad guy because she knew that deep down, she must have screwed up. And she could not accept that, so she wanted a scapegoat, and she was a scapegoat, and she was a and here I was. I just let her scream at me until she ran out of steam, and then, she flopped onto the couch and started sobbing like a child. Even then, I did not say anything, because I did not think that I needed to comfort her. She was not here to comfort me when I was crying myself to sleep every night for the past couple of days, so well, it's tit for tat. Besides, even if she did not want to admit it herself, I knew that she had been cheating on me, and the fact that I was

not letting her embarrass herself in front of everyone in the neighborhood should have been enough for her. She should not have expected me to sit down beside her and try to console her while she was crying. But for some reason, when she noticed that I was just standing there and not saying anything while she screamed at me and cried, she started accusing me of being heartless as well, along with everything else. She actually genuinely expected me to sit down beside her while she was crying and try to comfort her, which just doesn't even make any sense to me, because I had literally filed for a divorce from this woman. She was the one who had been dishonest with me for the past couple of months,

or however long her affair had been going on, so I don't understand why she thought that I was going to be so kind as to try and comfort her. I told her that she was being ridiculous and that she needed to clear out because she was wasting our time with her tantrums. It was not going to make me change my mind, so she might as well leave. Once again, she started acting hysterical, and then she started cursing at me. Until then, she had not done that, and that's where I finally drew the line. I got her the box, and I told her to carry it to her car and get going unless she wanted me to

call the cops. Because in all honesty, I could not deal with this crap anymore. She had put me through enough, and even now, she was refusing to be honest with me. So there was no reason for me to keep dealing with her. her, I was done, but then she refused to go away, she said that she had spent and invested enough of her time and energy into this relationship, and she was not going to go away without at least having a civil discussion with me first about everything that had happened. She told me that I absolutely had to give her a chance to explain and that I could not treat her like this,

like our marriage and our time together meant nothing to me. I was not too keen on that, but she seemed pretty determined, so I told her that if she could act normal and keep herself together, then maybe I would be able to think about it, but if not, then I would want her to leave. She immediately stopped crying, wiped her tears, and then started telling me that it was true that she had actually been cheating on me and that she had been trying to gaslight me into believing otherwise, but now, she was ready to be honest with me. She said that she really wanted to give our marriage a second chance, and she knows that we can work it out, so we can just look for a marriage counselor and we don't have

to go through with the divorce, I can just cancel it, and we can try to sort things out because she has faith in us. I was not surprised at all, I had known all along that it was true that she had been cheating on me, but it was definitely a relief to hear it from her mouth. It was vindicating, in a way, for me, but I told her that there was absolutely no chance of me giving this marriage a second chance. I was done the second I realized that she had been having an affair and that she wanted an open marriage, and I told her once again that her co-worker could have her all to himself now I was not interested in marriage counseling, or whatever. Counseling and therapy is for problems that can be solved. This is not a problem

that we are having. She made a choice to cheat on me, and then she tried to gaslight me, which was also a choice, and I don't think these are mistakes that deserve to be forgiven. In fact, they are not with mistakes at all, these are choices that she made consciously, and now she has to deal with the consequences of it. It's as simple as that. And I'm I told her that it had taken her long enough to confess to the fact that she had been cheating on me, so now, if she seriously thinks that she's doing me a favor by telling me the truth that I had already figured out earlier than she is delusional. I also told her that it's not her place to decide whether she wants to give our marriage a chance

or not, she doesn't have the moral high ground in this situation to be saying that. It's my decision, and I have decided already that I do not want to be with her, that's why I went ahead and filed the divorce this morning, so now, she can cry, she can throw tantrums and she can call me the name, but it's not going to change my decision. She wanted a civilized discussion, she had it, so now, she had to clear out. I was very firm this time, and I made it sure that if she tried to stay back again, then I definitely would be calling the cops, and that would not be good for her. I had already packed her things for her, and whatever else she needed, she could come back later and get it, but for now, she just needed to leave me

alone because I was getting sick of her and being in her presence. And again, she started blubbering, begging me not to leave and stuff like that, telling me it was a mistake, and it would never happen again, stuff that meant absolutely nothing to me. I just stood there for about five minutes, then I told her that I was done and I took out my phone, and when she realized that I was going to call the cops, she left. But not without making a bunch of remarks about how heartless and cruel I was, how marrying me had been the biggest mistake of her life, stuff along those lines. But even that did not make a difference to me, because I knew that this was over now, and soon enough, our marriage would be officially done with.

So in all honesty, she could say whatever she wanted. I was just relieved that I could go ahead with my life now because for the past couple of days, ever since that phone call, this had been eating away at me. After she left, I finally uncorked a very expensive bottle of wine that we had been saving for special occasions and ordered takeout for dinner because I wanted to celebrate this day, since clearly I was not losing out on anything. If Gemma had really loved me, she would have found it easy to be loyal to me, just like I had been to her. And in the past two weeks, I think I have had enough drama for a lifetime, so now that she is gone, I think I deserve to celebrate. I'm happy for now, let's see what the divorce brings, but I'm sure that I'll

be able to deal with that as well. The worst is past me, that is something I'm sure of. Update 3, hi, everyone. It's been two weeks since my last update, and a few days ago, Gemma was served with the divorce papers. I didn't hear from her until yesterday, but after she was served, she finally decided to call me again. I had forgotten to block her. I had forgotten to block her, and I was kind of curious as to what she would have to say, so I ended up answering the phone call. On the phone, she asked me, quite tearfully, if I was sure about this. I could hear that she was trying not to cry, and actually felt kind of bad for her, but that was just for a few seconds. I pulled myself together pretty quickly, reminded myself of what had happened and why exactly we were getting divorced,

and I told her that I was 100% sure of this. She didn't say anything else after that, just disconnected the phone call. About 15 minutes later, I received a text from her, saying that she was really sorry about everything and that I deserved better. She said that she was really sorry for having let me down like this, that she still loved me, and that she had ended things with her a fair partner right after I had found out about them because she had been feeling so guilty about it. I don't know what that was supposed to establish, but it definitely did not make me feel sorry

for her. The rest of the text was just her apologizing over and over again, and I don't know what I was supposed to say to that, but in the end, she said that she was going to agree to all the terms of the divorce because she knew that she had probably made a mess of things already, and she did not want to contribute to more of my troubles by trying to contest anything. That was the part that actually made a difference to me, because I had been expecting her to fight tooth and nail, trying to ruin my life, even more than she had already done. I thought that she was going to try and take revenge, but I think this is a pleasant surprise for me, knowing that I won't have to spend more time on any of this than the bare minimum that is required. We will just have to wait for the waiting period in our state to elapse, and then, we will be done. It feels strange to think that, after all this while, she and I will not be married anymore, we will never speak to each other again, and never live together again.

But anyway, it's a fresh start for both of us, especially. for me, and I'm hoping that I'm able to make the best of it. She was right about one thing, we are young, and now that I'm going to be single soon, I'm planning on exploring myself and improving myself. Romance is off the table for a while, but I'm definitely going to be trying out new things, keeping myself distracted, and trying to be better. Thank you so much to everyone who commented. Your support and positivity definitely made a difference to me and I'm thankful for it.

Update 4 Hey, guys It has been six months since my last update and I'm officially divorced now. The process went relatively smoothly, I hardly even had to see her, and whenever we did, neither of us spoke to each other directly. So it went pretty well,

and I wouldn't say that I've been doing fabulously, but I have been doing better than I was when I was posting here. I have started therapy on my own, and it helps. It's been easier for me to process my feelings and deal with it. it. I've also started writing again since that used to be one of my favorite hobbies, and I've been posting some of it on Instagram as well and people seem to like it, so I'm thinking about starting a page just for fun. I have not gone out on a single date in the past couple of months, even though a lot of friends have tried to set me up, but I think right now, I want to be single

and just be on my own for a while. Everyone knows exactly why Gemma and I got divorced, I did not think that I needed to hide the truth just to protect her reputation, she did this to herself. So I did tell everyone the truth, and obviously everyone chose me over her, so I don't know what's going on with her. She has deactivated all her social media accounts and hasn't been active for the past few months, right after our divorce was finalized. I think the last that I heard, she had quit her job and was staying with her parents, but that was a few months ago, so things must have changed by now, but I don't really care. Speaking of, my in-laws did try to get me to change my mind after they found out that we were getting divorced, a couple of weeks after my last update, but like I said, I had already made up

my mind and nothing was going to make me change it. They were quite upset, and they wanted me to give her a second chance, they had come over and they were pleading with me and stuff. I just asked them one thing, if they would expect Gemma to come back to me and try to work things out with me if I had been the one to cheat on her. That did not sit too well with them, and after that, they blocked me, but I have no regrets, I don't understand why they even thought that they would be able to change my mind. I respected them in the past, and I got along with them quite well, but that doesn't mean that I was going to sacrifice my dignity and take Gemma back.

Anyway, all that is in the past now, I'm looking forward to a better future, and I just thought that it would be nice to post a little update about what I've been up to. So, thanks. Update 5, hey, everyone. So it's been three years since I got divorced and well, I've been happier than ever. I started seeing my new girlfriend about a year and a half ago, and recently, I proposed to her and she said yes. So we are engaged now, we think we're going to get married by the end of the year. She knows all about my past, and she's been very patient and kind, and understanding since I wanted to take it slow in the beginning.

beginning. But yeah, I love her and I couldn't be happier. I really didn't think that I would find love again so soon, but well, I knew Gemma for many years before I started dating her and she still betrayed my trust. But now, I feel like if the time is right, it's just right. I'm really, really happy with her, I'm looking forward to getting married. I haven't personally heard from Gemma ever since the divorce, which is fine by me, but I've heard from friends that she has reactivated all her socials, she's seeing somebody new, and has also moved states. Good for her, I hope she finds happiness because I don't want to hold grudges anymore. We were not right for each other, and in a way, it's a good thing that it ended.

I would say that I'm happy with my life. I hope you enjoy this story. Greedy relative sees his uncle's compensation for injury, abscons with more than $1 million before being caught in the act. Some context, my relative has always exhibited a strong desire for wealth ever since I was a kid. She is the type of person that will yell at a store employee because something that was advertised isn't in stock or not at that particular store or not on sale and has been banned from entering multiple stores. When my grandmother was on her deathbed, my aunt had talked her way into getting my

grandmother to sign her on as an executor of the will and ended up taking everything and anything that had the most value. Fast forward. My uncle was my best friend, I always looked up to him as a kid, he was a truck driver so he would be gone for a long time and I remember one summer he even took me with him on the road. But sadly my uncle had cancer and while he was in the hospital my aunt had tried to get him to assign her as an executor of his will. But since he was quick to pick up on what happened when my grandmother passed away, he hired a professional estate lawyer that would take care of everything. If you can imagine, my aunt was not very happy and was quick to throw out a sob story of how offended she was that her brother couldn't entrust her with an

important task this went on for two weeks, even on his last day in hospice, she still brought it in int up, and was asked to leave by nurses. He passed away peacefully in 2011 now I didn't know it at the time, but I quickly found out why my aunt was so we were all asked to gather at my mom's home where the estate lawyer came to tell us who was getting what. So finally my time came on the list and I was surprised to have anything willed to me. What did my uncle will to me? Why his rig and car, of course. My uncle's rig is a 2008 Lone Star International which was fully loaded.

My uncle's car is a 1966 Chevel SS. My first thought was what in the hell am I going to do with a big rig? My aunt's first thought. While she didn't have a first thought, she just screamed and cussed at the lawyer saying that I was too sick to have those things and didn't deserve them because I was his nephew and not his sister. The lawyer asked her to sit down and he would get to her. When my aunt sat down she looked at me and said you're giving me the title to both of those to which I laughed and said in your dreams maybe.

The lawyer kept going down the list and because my uncle was a legend, he put my aunt at the bottom of the list and said to quote to my sister I am leaving her my luckiest most important dollar. Because all present at this meeting will know she needs it most and then was handed the dirtiest looking Canadian one dollar coin which was sealed in a block of acrylic. Myself, my dad and my other uncles nearly wet ourselves laughing. My aunt however didn't find it that funny and instead went into another tirade on how this was unfair in saying she didn't have anything to hold on that was his. The day passed and then the nightmare began, my aunt would call over and over and over asking about the truck, wanting to buy the car, if I was going to

sell the truck, if I was going to sell the car, all to which I said no. Things got worse when my aunt started saying that she wanted her car and she had someone that wanted to buy our truck at this point. I got extremely irritated and said, it's not your car, it's my car and my car is staying with me and it's not our truck, it's my truck and no one is buying it. A week later I woke up and heard something so I went to investigate and there was a tow truck in the driveway. I quickly told the tow truck driver, who was a friend of my aunt, that if he so much has put a hand on that Chevel I would have him arrested for trespassing in grand theft and then proceeded to call the police. Cop showed up and I told the police officer

my side of the story. Then he went to my aunt and the conversation D went like this, cop, ma'am, can you tell me, is this your car? Ant, yes it is. He just won't give it to me. cop, ma'am, do you have the title of the vehicle? Aunt, no I do not, he won't give that to me. Cop, well, ma'am, I looked at the registration and title of the vehicle and he is listed as the owner of the vehicle. That vehicle is legally not yours and having a towed could land you and your friend prison time for auto theft. Aunt, well, I think I am the one who should get the car because he can't even take take care of himself. cop, ma'am, it doesn't matter what you think, what matters is legal ownership which you do not have.

A week later my aunt had attempted to take me to court for the car which the case wasn't even put before a judge. My aunt refiled the claim again. It went to court and once I provided a copy of the will, title, and registration. The judgment went in my favor and my aunt was forced to pay my court costs after dismissing my aunt's claims with prejudice, meaning she can never file that lawsuit again. Then tragedy struck again, this time a great-uncle passed away. I was on the will. Again. Can you guess what was left to me?

A new you car. My great-uncle's 1967 Chevrolet Impala SS which he restored himself. My great aunt, his widow, was thrilled that I got it but the mood was quickly soured when she realized that my entitled aunt, her niece, really was really was not thrilled that I got it. This time she stepped it up a notch and skipped the screaming and complaining and instead went to scheming. Three days after I took possession of the Impala, she rented not just one flatbed, but two flatbeds. She managed to get the Impala onto the flatbed and sped off leaving her boyfriend behind attempting to get the Chevel on his flatbed as quickly as he could while I stood by on the phone with police. Police quickly caught up

with my aunt and arrested. Her boyfriend was arrested in my driveway and soiled himself in the process. Her and her boyfriend both were hit for two counts of motor vehicle theft. Both were charged and found guilty in sentence to two years and two days in jail. End points. I haven't spoken to or heard from my aunt since she got out of prison and I have no desire to. Before she was released from jail I filed a restraining order against her and it has stood since then but the last I heard, she is still screaming at store employees, complaining about money and asking about me and the vehicles. I still am the owner of all three vehicles, the Chevelle, the Impala and the Lone Star International and don't plan on selling any of them. I repire and build computers for

a living but more and more I have been getting into auto repair as a hobby. As I do live in Canada, I do not drive the Impala or Chevelle during winter months. But every year I always take my great aunt, who is now 96 years old, to ANW to get a burger, onion rings and an ice-cold root beer in the Impala which is something my great-uncle did for her since he got the Impala in 1970. A very good friend of my uncles who now owns a business actually rents the Lone Star International from me. He promised me that he would not get a single scratch or spot of rust on any single part of it, and to this day that Lone Star looks factory new and has been all over the world. The guy that rents the truck even continued doing a little tradition my uncle did,

which was to get a decal on the truck of the state slash province slash territory flag of F for the places the truck has visited. It currently has 31 state decals and three province decals on it. My great aunt isn't in great health and she has told me that she put me in her or will so that I will get her cars, which are two of my great uncle's first cars originally left to her the Will, which are a 1958 Chevelle Impala and 1957 Plymouth Belvedere Fury, which is my favorite car. I saw the movie Christine when I was six years old in 1996, ever since I loved a car, because she knows that I will take care of it and park it right beside the 67 Impala SS.

I can already imagine the fallout that I'm going to get for that so there may even be another post though I really do hope there is not. Thank you for reading and have I hope you have a great day slash evening update. one. E.A. equals entitled Ant, GA equals great ant, so I'm not really sure how this is actually done or if I'm doing this right. I looked everywhere and information is kind of limited, so we'll just jump to it. Quite a few things have changed so to start GA is doing much better medically and she is looking forward to her 97th birthday. I was actually inspired to make this update because I just recently took her for our usual ANW trip which she loved. Her mind was also blown that now

A. NW sells frozen root beer which had me laughing for about 15 minutes straight because she couldn't understand why someone would want a block of root beer. I had to order one and show her that it's like a IC or a slurpee from 7-Eleven. Turns out before he passed away my great uncle was working on restoring his 1958 Nash Metro, which I think is moderately terrifying because if you crash that steering column is going to go right through you and you are going to go through whatever car you crash into since that thing is a little tank. GA really doesn't want to hear about the Fury or the Nash anymore, so she gave me the title to the Fury, my cousin really wanted the Nash, which my aunt obliged him and am not even

disappointed because I think that thing is ugly as sin. EA found out about it and threw a fit, was on her way to my house, but without me even knowing this took place I was surprised to find out that my mom had actually called police and police had called her, EA. to tell her that if she set foot on my property then that would violate the protection order and she would be charged and so she had best stopped the car, turn around and head home. Well, she couldn't get the Plymouth Fury, but by golly she was going to try to get that Nash Metro. My cousin had called me and told me that she actually went to his house under the pretense of a

pleasant visit and said that the visit went nicely for maybe an hour and then suddenly the Golem switch was flipped and she started listing off reasons as to why he needs to give her the Nash such as when she was little she would ride in the Nash She. Deserved it, L.O. He wouldn't take care of it also L.O. Because he has a 66 Pontiac GTO that I have been trying to buy off of him for seven years. It would be much safer at her place despite the fact that he lives about 20 miles from where I live in the middle of nowhere. All of these did not phase my cousin and instead he told her to get out of his. House after citing the reason of how it was kind of his dad's car he had to deal with her pestering him for around seven months

and then he finally just blocked any form of contact with her. She hasn't tried anything since GA then went on to sell the farm which upset EA even more because that's one more thing she can't have and it is even in the will. That my cousin and I retain the vehicles at all times and now my cousin gets the house in town which was changed from EA to my cousin and so the dust is settled now and things are all good now some pretty good things have come out of this that ISO number one is when I found out that my mom was the one that called the police on my aunt that led me to. Talk to my mom for the first time in five or six years and now we are on speaking terms.

I also have a much better relationship with my cousin since we were never really that close to each other to begin with and he was blown away at the fact that I have a full-on machine shop on my property so on weekends we will be in the shop talking and he has. Been helping me with my project my project is I found the Lincoln Continental three Malawi and quatchez and ever since I was a kid it's been a dream to have the car from the movie while the car so we have started chopping the crap out of it and making every ever. everything by hand to get it looking perfect the Impala. Chevelle and Lone Star are all doing great. The Lone Star had a bit of a hiccup in the entire transmission and engine needed to be replaced, but Lone Star actually said that the engine should have been replaced long ago, so that all got done and signed off on along with a new hitch plate being installed on it. My uncle's friend still rents the loan.

Star for me for his business and he even got a custom decal put on the trailer for it of a chicken hawk my uncle's nickname was Chicken Hawk and now has 42 state decals on it. up from 31 and 6 provincial decals up from three me and my cousin both got invited to a car club because we were at a recent car show a friend of ours had recent dealings. With this car club they gave him some of the money needed to restore a 1951 Studebaker Woody and once the car was complete they actually had taken him to court to get the car which now sits in their showroom so me and my cousin asked them when our friend is going to get his Studebaker back and then I said that I don't associate with people that have.

Zero moral fiber that we are now working towards getting him his car back since legally the people in the car club can't so much as sit in the car without our friend's permission since nothing was in writing he has to pay the car club back but won't get the car back until he has paid the car club because his lawyer was an idiot before I forgetti A has actually had to come out of retirement and now both her and her boyfriend are forced to go back to work since they ran out of money pretty quick as it turns out having multiple homes and going on vacation two and three times per year drains you. your bank account pretty darn quick so yeah that's about at 5 a.m. so it's time to get to work, hope. Everyone out there has a good day slash evening and thank you for your time update too, so I really never thought I would be touching this topic again, but surprise I am back fuck my life so let's just jump right into it this time. We only have two characters which will be entitled Entie A and Uncle Uncle Here We Go. So for those who have seen them. Last post I have recently gotten on to speaking terms with some more members of my mother's side of the

family, one of which being my uncle, I do need to put a little backstory in here on my uncle before we begin so my uncle was paying EA for a house she owned. They have a written agreement, which is almost like a rent to own agreement so my uncle has. Been paying EA and inflated some of money for three years in total of which when that sum hit 64,000 that was at the house was then given to my uncle, I will say it again. This is in writing now a few years ago my uncle got into a car accident which was by no means his fault. He was actually hit by a bus driver who was intoxicated at the time Because of that he got a very large settlement because of that accident my uncle broke both of his legs so he gave EA his bank card and she was using that to do things such as pay his bills and get groceries for him now here is where the problems begin EA and my uncle got into an argument she kicked him out of the house and refuses to refund him. The money he gave her I also looked at the numbers for the settlement my uncle got out of

977,000 by my count only 125 is-o was actually spent on him so by my count my aunt has stolen a little over $1 million from my uncle adding on the money given for the house which was never returned I expected this but I never in one million fucking. Lifetimes expected this amount like this isn't slap on the wrist kind of money this is big trouble big bad kind of money I am fucking livid I haven't told my uncle yet because to be honest, I don't know how the fuck to tell him how the fuck do you tell your uncle yeah, your sister stole one million dollars from you also factor onto that my uncle is. A recovering alcoholic, he still drinks here and there, but he doesn't get blackout drunk like he used to, but he is

working for a friend of mine who I told very directly if you smell alcohol on him, send him home without pay so I really don't want to tell him and have him go on a downward spiral. I honestly have no idea what to do I know that I have. To tell my uncle this whether or not he shows us to pursue it, he won't have a choice because this isn't right, I will make him pursue it and I will give him my lawyer and pay for it. Do I even go to a lawyer for this? So anyways, I just had to put this out there. It is kind of vague for that I apologize, but for the time being this is all though. Information I have thanks for the read will give another update when I get this bullshit sorted out and have a nice day slash evening update 3. So this is a pretty big update

buckle up. I really did not want to tell my uncle on the weekend of Thanksgiving cause Canada, so I opted to wait till Monday since it was a long weekend I got my lawyer at. My place I got my uncle at my place sat my uncle down and I put what I found in front of him. He asked what it all meant and so I had to tell him that the total sum of 977-0-0 plus dollar is missing and is what E.A stole from him he broke down couldn't comprehend why she did it aside from that I would say that he handled it fairly well and. Even he didn't know what to do so my lawyer explained it in Canada this goes down as financial abuse and there is good reason for that since my uncle gave E.A. his bank card and pin number in good faith expecting that she's. she would use it only for the purpose of paying his bills and getting him groceries the fact that she withdrew money without him. Knowing is what brought that to light now financial abuse in Canada is a federal crime.

The fact that the money she took was a settlement that makes it even worse. This is where it gets complicated because of the amount of money this isn't a civil matter. My uncle agreed to take action and so what we had to do is get not only the provincial. Government involved, but also the federal government involved one thing about sometimes they work good together sometimes not we met up with representatives on Wednesday, October 11th, they explained how things would be done what to expect act yesterday, October 12th EA and her boyfriend were arrested and charged both refused to speak without the. Presence of an attorney which is their right EA tried to call my uncle but wasn't allowed

to so she called my mom and tried to tell my mom that it was all bullshit. I was lying my uncle was lying she took care of my uncle he never paid for the house. She never took anything went into detail as to how much of a burden I was on the family act so they Already had a warrant to search EA's house they did find some of the money. The advisor told us that usually when people steal a large sum of money they do something called squirreling where they will stash the money away in a mattress under floorboards and walls door panels act in this case they found upwards of $87,000. Stashed an airplane carry-on bag so far at this time keep in mind that they are still searching but in order to do certain things such as cut holes in floors and walls they do need different warrants for that all of EA's bank accounts have been frozen. and they have people looking into every single transfer and transaction she ever made they also. Flagged my cousin's bank accounts and her grandchildren's accounts pretty much anyone that got money

from her their accounting for the last five years is going to be gone through with a fine-tooth comb and a microscope the way my lawyer explained EA's situation is this the more money they get back the better it will be for her but both her and her. Boyfriend are still in jail saying they didn't take shit so maximum they are looking at seven years in prison minimum three years in prison plus they will have to pay reparations not only to my uncle but also the government because the federal government most definitely will be charging her with some sort of fraud slash tax evasion which I think is a fucking joke because when I was 17 I was in prison turned 18 in prison and got two years plus 287 days a probation house arrest

for multiple assault charges but that's just my opinion seven years for stealing almost a million is fuck all I did make a statement detailing how this whole situation came about and how I found what I found. So that will be used in court but at this point this is where where my involvement ends my uncle is doing okay. He is doing a few home improvement projects making shells act so I told him that if he wanted to use my shop he could and he has taken me up on that offer which is good because it keeps his mind off of the whole situation and I have also.

Notice that he also doesn't drink as long as he is busy I will try to keep this updated it as best I can, but at this point it really is just a waiting game EA's side of the family is of course defending her. So once again I have become public enemy number one but my mom uncles and especially my great aunt are not in her corner this time around so far. The end of this I just wanted to go through a little bit of a timeline just for a bit of a recap and it will also fill in some holes. So 2018 was when my uncle had his accident from 2018 to 2020 is when EA had access to his banking information 2020 is when EA had also kicked my uncle out of the house he was renting from her in a written rent to own.

Agreement at the same time EA had also sold her house in the small town I grew up in which was 3x larger than and in a much better area than the house she was renting to my uncle is after that took place they didn't speak to each other for almost two years fast forward to 2023 my uncle wanted me to go over his funds just to get a head start and see if he could get any more money on his 2023 tax return which is when I found out that around 825,000 was missing out of the settlement he got and around 100,000 was accounted for which now leads us here my final thoughts on the situation I honestly do think that EA did plan this from start to finish from selling her house to kicking my uncle out simply because she just wanted to take more

and that was the only way she saw where she could take more and that left my uncle damn near homeless do I wish it happened this way no I don't but I also think at the same time this needed to happen hopefully now EA will actually begin to understand what kind of harm materialism brings you all. Because of the fabricated perception of status, it brings some people thank you for taking the time to read. Have a good day evening.