Reddit Stories - Secrets Unveiled Family Drama and Betrayal Podcast ( Over 3 Hour Compilation ) - Episode 4

Episode Date: February 4, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #familydrama #betrayal #secrets #podcast #compilation  Summary: Episode 4 of "Secrets Unveiled" delves into family drama and betrayal, featuring a three-hour compilation of gripping stories. Listeners are taken on an emotional journey as secrets unfold, revealing the complexities of familial relationships and the impact of hidden truths on loved ones.  Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, betrayal, familydrama, secrets, podcast, compilation, emotionaljourney, hiddentruths, relationships, storytelling, drama, personalstories, lifeadvice, conflictresolution, familysecrets, truthrevealed, listenerstoriesBecome 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. Employed a detective and discovered that my spouse was being unfaithful, participating in enjoyable gatherings, and sharing it on social media. Now he is pleading for me to return or he will tie the knot. To his mistress. My husband, M47, and I, F44, I have been married for just over a decade and it has been. For the most part, a loving marriage centered around our two beautiful children.

Of course, I've had grievances. He travels a lot for work, is constantly glued to his phone, and sometimes would abruptly pop out for errands that he has always been incredibly vague about. Initially these didn't concern me too much. He has a very demanding job that has allowed us to have a lifestyle I never thought possible, meant that I could leave work to be with the children, take us on wonderful holidays, send the children to a great school. I always felt that complaining to him about his work, phone, computer, and random emergencies would be so selfish considering everything he does for us. However, two weeks ago, I started getting really suspicious after I'd found a condom in the inside pocket of his blazer. There was no reason for him to have it there as we

only ever have sex at home and, frankly, it isn't something we do as often as we use too. This prompted me to do something I never thought I would do, but I found an opportunity to get into his phone when he wasn't looking. I'm not sure what I was looking for. I first looked at his photos but couldn't find anything. Then I thought I would check his messaging apps, WhatsApp, Telegram, both were password locked which I found very odd. Only I message could be accessed, but there was barely anything there. At this point, I had a sinking feeling something was up. Last year, a friend was in a similar situation and used a digital investigator to learn more about her absent and secretive fiance. The investigator found out that this man had been living a complete double life,

with a long-term girlfriend in Edinburgh, and, unbelievably, a whole business he had set up and was earning money from. She had no idea about the business or all the money he was earning from it, and no doubt spending on his girlfriend. I asked for the investigator's details and requested that they pulled together anything and everything they could find about my husband. The investigator spent about a week digging online and came back to me with a report that changed my life forever. I got a call from the investigator, warning me that my husband's report would be a very difficult read, and that I should open it in private at a time when I would be able to process it fully. Since I received it, I have barely been able to eat, sleep, properly take care of the kids,

or speak to him, and yet he is so absent-minded he doesn't even realize something is wrong. It turns out that my husband of over 10 years has been one. Having an affair with a woman 15 years is junior two. Financing this woman's lifestyle and her failed business venture three. Attending sex parties with her, where they have sex with other partners four. Hosting in a revolting online sex forum, including pictures of his genitals, and details his addiction to porn and escorts to his creepy online friends five. Based on this post's online, has clearly been spending thousands on escorts as far back as seven years ago. I have no idea where to go from here.

I don't know what to do. I have no idea how to confront him about this, or if I should see a lawyer first. I know the obvious decision is to simply divorce, but our children are nine and seven. I have loved him since we first met 14 years ago, and I know that I have a place in his heart too, in spite of these actions. If he is truly an addict, then maybe there is a way. to get through this if he agrees to treatment? I am a complete mess and I can't talk about this to anyone in person just yet. Any advice you have for me would be really appreciated. Update 1, February 3rd,

2025. Firstly, I'd just like to thank almost every single one of you who has commented to leave me advice or message me privately. I took a lot of advice on board, especially legally speaking, and this has proven to be of great benefit. I apologize. for my long absence and lack of replies. I hope the update below can explain it. I chose to wait until after New Year's as I did not want to rob the children of one last Christmas and New Year's holiday as a family. In the meantime, I researched solicitors and sought recommendations from trusted friends. Rather humiliatingly, I did, after much urging on this website, also schedule and go through with an STI test. It was horrifically embarrassing, but I am relieved to say that it came negative.

I don't know how I could have coped if he had gotten me sick because of his revolting actions. He made my job incredibly easy by flying out for a work trip, not that anything he says could ever be trusted, on the second and I immediately got the ball rolling, met with the solicitor, packed up all of his belongings into sick suitcases. Had the locks changed, and spoke to a child psychologist to work out the best way to explain things to the kids, who are far too young to understand the full picture of course. Fast forward to a week later and upon his return I, having made sure the children were picked up by my mother after school, greeted him to a hallway full of suitcases and divorce papers. I had printed out the report in full and started walking

him through it before he started breaking down in tears. It was a compulsion, he was unbelievably stressed, and that if I left him he would have not choice but to marry the other woman, whereas he would end it immediately if I were to take him back. This last part was truly the nail in the coffin, I don't think he even realized just how manipulative a comment that was to make. After hours of a back and forth and of his groveling, he gave up. He was left at the bottom of the stairs in the entrance to our home with his suitcases, waiting for a cab to take him to God knows where. There is still a lengthy legal process ahead and unfortunately. it turns out that him being unfaithful, etc.

Doesn't really impact how assets might be divided following the legal battle. However, I'm confident that my solicitor will get the outcome I need to keep the house and live independently. In terms of the children, I would rather not discuss them so as to keep it private, but it has been an incredibly difficult adjustment and sometimes I do feel guilty. As for myself, I am still completely heartbroken and frankly I don't ever hope to find love again. I just don't think I can quite trust like that again. I did get a number of comments and private messages blaming me for my soon-to-be ex-husband's behavior, claiming I did not give him sufficient sexual attention and that I shouldn't complain

because he provided me with a certain lifestyle. Firstly, these comments are awful and betray a repulsive worldview with regards to sex, intimacy, and marriage. Secondly, our ailing sex life was not my doing and was, at times, and criticism I myself head of our relationship, not the other way around. Thirdly, just because someone provides you with a lifestyle, doesn't entitle them to treat you as if you're nothing, with no respect and no honestly. I would have hoped all would be aware of that. Update 2, February 20, 2025. I never imagined that a single Reddit post would change my life in such a profound way. To everyone who commented,

messaged, and supported me, thank you. Your advice, encouraging you. and even tough love gave me the clarity and strength I desperately needed. I am really sorry if I appear to have ignored some of your comments and DMs. I just wanted to thank you all and leave this final update. I will check and try to respond to messages and comments as much as I can. In the weeks following my last update, I have been navigating a completely new reality. The legal process is still ongoing, and while my solicitor has warned me that things could get complicated, I am standing my ground. I want a clean break, financial security for my children, and a future where I am no longer

tethered to a man who deceived me in every way imaginable. The fact that his infidelity does not significantly impact the division of assets is a bitter pill to swallow, but I will not let it deter me from seeking what is fair. Thankfully, some aspects of his actions that the investigator uncovered will impact his case negatively. Emotionally, this has been one of the hardest things I've ever endured. The betrayal still cuts deep, and some nights, I find myself questioning everything, I repeatedly keep on going back over our years together, trying to pinpoint where I missed the signs,

where I ignored my instincts. The truth is, I may never fully understand why he did what he did, but I have finally come to accept that his actions were never a reflection of my worth. I was not lacking. I was not failing. He was. Since our separation, my soon-to-be ex-examination, my soon-to-be ex-examination, my soon-to-be ex-exam. husband has fluctuated between remorseful and completely delusional. One day, he is begging for

another chance, promising to change, telling me he will attend therapy and fight for our family. The next, he is enraged that I have ruined his life and taken away the stability he had with our children. He has tried to paint himself as the victim, conveniently glossing over his years of deceit and betrayal. At one point, he even suggested that we could remain partners but live separate lives, his way of trying to have his cake and eat it too. The most frustrating part has been when he makes an argument that this was a mental health issue, or an addition issue. Actually, it is 100% an entitlement issue. I have a lot of supportive people on here to thank for making that very clear to me at a time when I was doubting this. The manipulation has been exhausting.

He has reached out to mutual friends, attempting to garner sympathy and twist the narrative. I have had to set firm boundaries and remind myself that I owe him nothing. The man I thought I knew is gone, if he ever truly existed at all. His behavior in the past few weeks has only reinforced my decision to walk away for good. For those wondering about co-parenting, it is a work in progress. I won't share too much for privacy reasons, but he is currently on supervised visits while we establish a longer-term arrangement. The children are adjusting as best they can, and I am doing everything in my power to keep their lives as stable as possible. They are my focus now, and their well-being is my only priority. As for myself, I am healing, slowly but surely.

I have reconnected with old friends, thrown myself into activities that bring me joy, and even started to look toward the future with something resembling hope. I won't lie, trusting again feels impossible right now. Love, at least the kind I believed in, feels like a distant and naive concept. But I also know that I am stronger than I ever thought I was, and that gives me faith that I will rebuild, in time, in my own way. I could have never imagined getting through this when I had made my first post. Here I am, sort of, on the other end of it.

Still, just about, standing. To those who may find themselves in a similar situation, please, trust your instincts. Do not gaslight yourself into ignoring. the signs. If you don't have 100% certainty, find a way of getting it like I did. Either try and gather evidence yourself that you can use in court or hire a pie slash investigator like I did. And most importantly, remember that betrayal does not define you, how you rise from it does. This is my final update. I am closing this chapter of my life for good. Thank you all, truly, for being part of my journey.

Next story. Husbands family kicked me out at Christmas because they hated me so I divorced him, later I found out they were stealing our rent money and now I'm suing them. I, 31F, married my soon-to-be ex-husband, M-33, in 2018. My in-laws never liked me and made it clear. STBX insisted that they're just putting up a tough exterior and they'll grow to love me. To show how evil they are, one time I joined them for dinner and brought a cake I'd made, because I was always raised to be a gracious guest.

When I stepped into the kitchen and offered the cake to his mother as a thank you for inviting me, she took the plate over to the garbage bin, dumped it in, and handed me the plate back. When I told my husband what she did, he confronted her and all of a sudden the crocodile tears started and she claimed she grabbed the plate but didn't get a good grip, I let go too quickly, and it fell to the floor, so of course it had to be thrown away. My sale confirmed that was what happened. My STBX owned his own business and they called me a gold digger behind his back. Of course they insisted on a pre-nup, which I didn't care about because I never thought my marriage would end and it would appease them and may allow them to finally treat me kindly.

Nope. His business failed once COVID hit. We went through his savings and my own trying to keep it afloat. I refused to go into debt to keep it going, so he closed it down. In 2022, he was suffering from really bad depression because he lost his business and couldn't find new work. He suggested we moved to his hometown, closer to his family, so he had a larger support network. Against my best judgment we did. He wanted to only work part-time while he tried to restart his business, so I became the main breadwinner. And as with most wives,

I became the person in charge of buying gifts. Stupid old me thought buying them thoughtful, expensive gifts would finally make them see I wanted to be accepted by them. Gifts to us were a couple's gift but clearly for my STBX only. Every holiday was spent with them. Monthly dinners with the whole family. After a year, I realized that if I ever tried to talk or join a conversation, everyone would go quiet, so I just stopped talking when I visited. In early December they finalized plans for Christmas. A few days later my STBX said his family decided they didn't want me to join them for Christmas Eve dinner and Christmas lunch because I ruined the family vibe. I replied, fine, we'll do our own thing instead.

My STBX sheepishly looked away and said he was still going to go. I was livid and so disappointed in him. That was the moment I knew my marriage was over. So I returned the presents I had bought for his family. In their place, I got one pair of novelty business socks for Phil, a supermarket brand bottle of shampoo for Mill, the nastiest perfume I could find at the dollar store for Sill. The most expensive gift was a large rawhide bone for Bill and his wife's Chihuahua, too big for it to get its jaw around, rendering it useless. I saved about $600 to put on a deposit for a new apartment.

My husband come home from Christmas lunch telling me I humiliated him and embarrassed him in front of his family. I asked him why would he think I'd buy nice gifts for people who clearly don't like me and don't want me around? Serve divorce papers last week. Remember how he was supposed to be a millionaire by now so we had that pre-nup? STBX is not eligible for any of my savings. It was required to keep separate accounts or alimony. He doesn't have money for rent and auto insurance. Not my problem anymore. Some of my friends and family and on my side and proud that I went out in a blaze of glory. Others are telling me I was being. being way too petty, which isn't really like me. So, Ida? Comments where Op has replied.

Commenter, I would say be glad you did not have children with him. Be glad you can escape and be free with no strings. P.S., this relationship should be a learning lesson on the love that you want for yourself and the life you want. Not as a loss. Goop. First thing I did after I moved into my new apartment was adopt an older car from the shelter. He was allergic and I couldn't never adopt one since we first started living together. We're just two old hags living our best lives after being rejected. Commenter, you're not old, silly. So glad you're enjoying the company of an older cat, car is interesting but not as cuddly, who appreciates you and will show that far more than STBX ever did. Oop, do. Just notice the typo. Greater than less than.

keeping it in because it's actually hilarious. Beep, beep. Commenter, NTA. He chose his family over you and still expected you to buy all the presents. This was perfectly planned and well deserved for every one of them, including him. Oop, he only worked 12 hours a week at Walmart till he could do non-existent work restarting his business. I make just over six figures and I can't believe I didn't realize years ago I was the family ATM, commenter, and he so thoughtful of them to insist on a pre-up.

I hope you send them a sincere thank-you note after the divorce is finalized, L.O.O. My lawyer even laughed that the pre-up that was set up for him is going to be what we use for me. It required both spouses to maintain separate bank accounts and each spouse could keep 100% of their savings. No spouse eligible for alimony. Update 1, February 6, 2025. Many thanks to everyone for their support in my last post. I thought I'd send a small update. First, for those who asked how the deposit on my new apartment was only the $600 I saved on the gifts, it certainly wasn't.

I had to dip into savings, but that $600 helped. My STBX didn't bother reaching out to me after I left until he was served the divorce papers and my lawyer made it clear we're exercising the pre-up. Then it was loving voicemails and texts. I never picked up, from him and his family for a few days trying to convince me to come back, which eventually turned to threatening and cruel voicemails and texts when it was clear I wasn't budging. My lawyer suggested I don't block them so we have evidence of harassment, if needed. Basically, give them the rope to hang themselves with.

But then last night I got call after call from my STBX stupidly, I picked it up thinking there was some kind of emergency or something. I barely got hello out when he said, the rent is a week late. I told him that's strange because I paid my landlord six days ago. He paused and sighed dramatically and replied, No, the rent for here. I reminded him I don't live there and he shouldn't expect rent. Q. His parents both texting me that they're going to sue me to pay the remainder of the lease entirely.

I'm not worried about having an eviction on my record, since the apartment is in his parents' names. When we first announced we were moving to his hometown, they rented an apartment for us right away, so we could move right in. They've been renewing the lease each year. We had to pay his parents and then they write a check to the landlord, who has no idea who STBX and I are, let alone that we live there. Red flag, I know. I'm glad I had a few weeks to prep my leaving since they'd probably use the fact that it's their apartment to kick me out immediately. Divorce is probably going to be a bumpy ride with this man-child and his psycho parents. Any advice from anyone who's been through it is welcome. Update 2, February 19th, 2025.

Super sorry if I'm annoying members who aren't interested, but a few requested an update. So the people who commented that my soon-to-be former in-laws were probably charging my STBX and me more than the amount on the lease, you called it. And we wouldn't have found out if they weren't so entitled and determined to hurt me. They got a cousin who happens to be a lawyer to send me a letter demanding I pay the entirety of the remainder of the lease or they will file suit and forth. force me to pay it. Clearly a scare tactic. So my lawyer sent a formal request to their lawyer for a copy of the lease, which I've never seen, and a copy of their written agreement with us as

sub-leases, which doesn't exist. They sent the lease and insisted the sub-lease agreement was a verbal contract. Not only is sub-leasing explicitly prohibited, but my mother-in-law and father-in-law had been charging us an extra $200 each month. So we've notified the landlord that I've been living there with my STBX and the leases were living in their own house throughout the duration of the lease, and sent copies of my driver's license, with the address, and over two years of bank and credit card statements with the address listed. They were served with a 30-day eviction yesterday, which I know about because Mill left a voicemail about me kicking my STBX out of his home and that she now drives with a baseball bat in her car and she'll be keeping an eye out for me,

LOL. Obviously, my lawyer's expertise is family law and this was out of her purview, so she referred me to a colleague who focuses on real estate law. We met today to devise a battle plan and I am now suing my mill and fill for all the money I can prove I transferred for rent for the entirety of the residency there, since the apartment was technically not a legal apartment to rent since they couldn't sub-lease, no clean hands to rent to us and then sue me. He's not sure how a judge will buy it and its way beyond my state civil compensation limit, but he's confident that it will scare them and leave them open to settling for just returning the additional $200 from each payment. Which I think is fair, because I did live there with my STBX, so I don't think it's right to get

all the rent money back. I'm an adult and adults pay rent, and I don't want them to have the satisfaction of saying I'm using the divorce as a windfall. On the STBX front, there's no news there. We will likely need to go to family court for a separation order since he won't agree to the financial details of the separation agreement my lawyer has drafted. My state requires a one-year separation period before a divorce can be finalized, so this is going to be a long process. A few people asked why he did what he did and if he's offered any kind of explanation or justification. We haven't really talked since he was served. I don't know if he just fell out of love but I was still financially convenient, or if the mask finally lifted, or if it was being so close to

his family and them having opportunities to manipulate him. I don't know and I don't care. I don't need closure, I need them all gone. Looking back, making promises during couples' counseling and slowly regressing back is enough closure. Knowing he allowed his family to treat me like crap for so long is closure. That final betrayal at Christmas is closure. My focus isn't on figuring it out. It's making sure I'm happy. I hope you enjoy this story. Discovered my partner of six years being unfaithful with my biological father in our shared sleeping space. Consequently, I evicted her, revealed their betrayal, and subsequently invited her sibling for a date. I am 26 years old and my GF, who I will call Sharr, is 24. My father, who I may refer to as Clark, is 52, and my mom,

D is 50. It's surreal to be in a situation like this. Never in a million years did I think it could happen to me. But here we are. This is my first time using Reddit, but I thought I'd give it a try for some advice. Based on other posts, it seems like people appreciate some backstory, so I'll do my best to provide all the relevant details. However, this has only been going on for a week, so please forgive me if I get emotional while sharing my story. Shar and I first met during her freshman year of college. We met at a frat party. She was a part of a sorority and my frat was putting together a party, or a fundraiser

for sorts. But it was easy to bump into each other and strike up a conversation because we share the same mutual friends. Anyways, it wasn't until later that we discovered we grew up only a few towns away from each other. Whenever we went home, I would offer her a ride and it only added about 30 minutes to our trip overall, so it was really no trouble. As we spent more time together on campus and outside of school, our friendship turned into something more. We come from close-knit families and we both had the support of our loved ones when we told them about our relationship.

Our families quickly accepted each other and our love for each other continued to grow. When we met, I only had about two years left of my degree. While she was really just starting. So naturally, I graduated first. After I graduated, I moved back home about three hours away where I was offered a fantastic job opportunity with great pay. While Shar was still finishing up her studies, I would visit her whenever possible and she would do the same when she came home.

Long distance was hard only because things were getting pretty serious for her and her studies, so there wasn't much time to talk, but we managed. She was wanting to pursue law after her initial degree so her nose was really crammed in the books and I really respected her for that. She was driven, and that's why I loved her. I had it all planned out too. I knew she was the one. I just knew it deep down in my bones. I was going to save up enough to buy a place back in the city.

I knew she had quite some time ahead of her in school before she was. she could actually practice law, so I knew I'd have to be the one to compromise to move back into the city and hopefully find a transfer there since I was making some good money. Once she graduated from her degree, she moved in with me in an apartment I was renting back home where I grew up until she applied for law school. She said she wanted to take a semester off before starting back up again, and I agreed. I thought that would give us some time to find a place in the city that we wanted to start our lives together in. And now on to the part you've all been waiting for.

Looking back now, there were many things that I overlooked and dismissed as my father simply trying to welcome my ex into our family. Like his constant phone calls to her, which they would brush off as just discussing upcoming family events. One time when Char was in the shower and her phone rang, I saw it was my dad. I answered and he sounded surprised and upset when he realized it was me. He said he wanted to talk to Char about something she said she needed help with. I asked him what it was and he said it was something around the apartment that she said she asked me to fix, but I just didn't get around to. I sort of laughed and said, okay. I feel like there could have been something I may be missed, but I don't ever remember her asking me to fix anything.

Usually I'm pretty good with that sort of thing. He said that maybe he was mistaken and we ended the call after a minute. Looking back now, I can't believe I didn't see the sign sooner. It was just another normal day when I found out. Char usually made us breakfast before I left for work. She gave me a kiss goodbye and told me to have a good day just like every other day. During my drive to work, I remembered some important paperwork that I had forgotten for a meeting at 2 p.m. I brushed it off and planned to go home during my lunch break to pick it up.

Throughout the day, Char texted me. me mundane things like what we should have for dinner and that she did the laundry. She said something like we should go to the new bakery that opened some of these gourmet cookies. When lunchtime rolled around, I didn't bother telling her that I was coming home because it was just going to be a quick in and out and she usually took the time to study for her LSAT test, so I left work without saying anything and headed home. As I pulled into the parking lot of our building, I noticed a truck that resembled my father's in visitor parking. But I didn't think much of it and just went inside.

I figured that maybe he had cleared things up with Char on what I had missed fixing and they were sorting it out. I also thought that I wasn't going to hear the end of it from Char or my father for this one. Not that she nagged me or anything, but just that I was too busy for her or that's the last time she trusted me to do anything around our home. That and the whole emasculating thing, having to get your dad to come to the rescue didn't really sit well with me. Anyways, I opened the door and to my surprise, there was a trail of clothing leading to our bedroom. My father's work boots were at the front door. His pants sprawled out. Her clothes all over.

Her black bra. Pink G-string. Then came the sound of moaning. Well, that's not a sound you. want to hear coming from your own father, but I knew it was him right away. I felt sick to my stomach. I don't know why, but I had to see it for myself. I took out my phone to record because I knew no one was going to believe me. It just felt like autopilot. I gathered all the clothes on the floor in one hand and my phone in the other. Then I walked down the hallway, recording as I

walked to our bedroom. The door was open and I stood there for about a minute. before throwing their clothes onto them as they were going at it. They both jumped looked at me, I'm looking at my father bare and naked with nothing but his socks on just bony my girlfriend, the love of my life. In that moment, it was just too much for me to handle. My father noticed I was recording and panicked, trying to cover himself up while telling me to stop recording. Char was throwing pillows at me. He reached for my phone, but I pushed him back and he fell into the dresser and then onto the ground. Char shrieked in surprise.

Then I turned my camera towards her. I was like, how could you? What do you have to say for yourself? And then a bunch of things that a parent would say to their child, scolding them. My father scrambled up after trying to put his clothes back on and I told them that I just needed to grab something for work and then I'd be heading back after working my head SS off for her and our future. Then I said if but who knows what the future holds now. I said something to the effect if she just shit all over my life and made a fool out of me.

I said if either of them were still here when I returned, I would be sending this video to everyone they knew. Then I ended the recording. I put my phone in my pocket and I told him he was dead to me. I told him I can't wait to tell Mom. And then he got up, furious and said that he couldn't tell her. He lunged at me, trying to get my phone out of my pocket and I told him I'll send the video to her right now if he lays another hand on me. So then he let go and started pleading to me to not say anything and that they'd never do it again. I told him that I'm giving him the opportunity to tell Mom what he's been doing with my girlfriend.

I said Mom's finding out either way. I sat in my car, trying to compose myself as I received a call from one of my bosses at work asking where I was. I hadn't realized how long I had been sitting in the car for. But I assured her that I was on my way back. I had gathered what I needed and told her that I was on my way to the office. But as soon as I walked in, she could tell something was wrong just by looking at me. I brushed off her concern, insisting that it was nothing and that I would be okay, and that I was looking forward to the meeting.

Still not buying it, she asked for an explanation and I showed her the video on my phone. She watched silently, realizing that not only was my GF cheating on me, but it was with my own father. The one guy I had always trusted the most. Offering to help in any way she could, she suggested I'd take some time off. She said they'd be fine in the meeting without me and that she'd understand if I wanted to take some time off. But I declined, telling her I just needed a minute and that the best thing I could do right now was get my mind off of things and rock this meeting that I crept really hard for. Putting on a fake smile for everyone during the meeting, I pretended like everything was normal. My boss couldn't understand how I could put up such a front. And I told her

that I had to. I had to have control over something because it felt like the rest of my life was falling apart. She said if I needed a place to stay, her and her husband had a basement suite available. Before you think she's hitting on me, she's not. This kind, Sweet woman is in her 60s and she's like a second mother to me. I thanked her and I told her that I'd let her know. I felt sick as the day went on. I was dreading going back to the apartment. I didn't want to see her.

I hoped to God that my father was in there still. I kept checking my phone to say if there was any missed calls or texts but there was nothing from Clark or my mom. I don't remember the drive home. But when I came home, the way that I was the way that I was, of everything hit me and I just cried in my car for a really long time before going upstairs. When I walked in, she was sitting in the living room on the couch and looked like absolute dog shit. As soon as she saw me, she got up to hug me, but I pushed her off. I told her she had to pack her things and go. I said I had plans for us. I was going to marry you. I waited for

you, she said, I'm sorry. I know, I'm sorry. It's not what you think it is. And I'm like how is it not exactly what I think it is? Pretty sure my father was inside of you. Unless he's built like a Ken doll and you were just bumping bumps, but I doubt that. She starts sobbing and said that he forced himself onto her. I said I doubt that. I said how long has this been going on for?

She said not long and I said what's not long. I said there's no point in bullshitting to me now. Then she tells me that there was a brief thing last Christmas when I went to bed early because I had too much to drink and they kept drinking in the basement and ended up making out on the couch. Then she said they both woke up and acted like nothing happened until she moved in with me a few months ago and he asked her to come over. She said she didn't want to at first, but he said that he'd tell me what they did together. I said bullshit. You still went over. Well, I told her to leave and she wouldn't leave. She literally fell to her knees and told me that she didn't mean to and she was so sorry and she'd do anything.

I said K, well, then I'm leaving. And then she tried to grab onto my knees like she was some little kid and I tried to walk away to pack my bags, but she held on and I ended up dragging her down the hall to our bedroom. Anyways, I ended up packing her shit because I decided I wasn't leaving my home. I said it's time you get the hell out of here. I carried her bags all the way to the hallway outside of our apartment while she was sobbing and completely losing it. I threw her bags out into the hallway and pried her off my legs. I said if she doesn't leave I'm calling the cops and sending the video to everyone we know.

And then that was that. She got up and left. I called my mom later that evening and she asked if I'd seen my father. I said that I had. She said that she hasn't seen him all day and he was supposed to be back from work already. There was a moment that I had thought about not telling her and just hoping my father would tell her. But then I knew that my mom deserved better. So I told her everything. I said I'm sorry to tell you over the phone like this but, and then I just let it all out.

I sat there sobbing like a baby to my mom. Apparently my dad came back the next day and tried to act like he had just. gotten drunk at his brother's place and lost track of time and passed out, but she said she knew everything. She kicked him out of the family home, and we don't know where he's been staying and frankly don't care. But I guess he's been fired from his job. Thank you for reading. Maybe I'll be back with an update. Update? Well, I'm back. For a while, I thought about not sending the video to anyone. But then I was sitting at my apartment thinking of the live. that the man I used to call my father and ex just ruined with their selfishness.

And I just couldn't stand for that. There was no way they were going to walk away and scathed from this. It was a small town so there were a bunch of rumors going around about why my mom kicked out Clark. I really just couldn't handle the drama anymore and my mom was too nice to say anything. She kept saying he was on a fishing trip. So I sent the video to a family chat and I sent the video. to my entire friend group and all of our mutual friends. I just wanted them to hurt like my mom and I.

I'll never forget seeing him on my bed with my girlfriend, my love. The woman I wanted to spend forever with and the woman I had admired and adored. I realized I didn't know her. And I didn't know who Clark was all along. My whole life was a lie and I didn't want my mom to have to make up lies to try to protect some scumbag. After I sent the video, I heard from Shar's older sister, Shea, and she told me she was so sorry for what Shar did. She said she was really rooting for me and I did a lot for her. She said that she still wants to be in my life.

I decided to shoot my shot and ask her out and were actually going for coffee next week. She studied psychology in Edinburgh and was now in the city practicing in her own clinic. Anyways, apparently the video completely leveled Shar's life and her parents aren't talking to her. They aren't helping her with school anymore either. They were paying for her schooling and so since they've cut her off, she's no longer going to law school. She's also apparently couch surfing with some chick she was at the sorority with. My dad's staying in a camper on some random guys land outside of town. Anyways, I feel good.

and I'm looking forward to seeing Shea. You never know what the future holds. Now on to the next story. Story 2. Wife of 10 days cheated on me with her friend and tried to hide it. So I kicked her out and now she's begging me to take her back. My wife, 26 female, and I, 28 male, were married for 10 days, in a relationship for four years. It was at this point that she started acting guilty.

and closed off. We had just returned home from our honeymoon, and she'd been back to work as a bartender for three nights. When she came home from work that night, she was later than normal, and I could tell something was off. She got into the shower first, even though it was 3 a.m. She wore more clothes to bed than usual, and laid curled up on the edge instead of cuddling close like she usually did. My wife and I became each other's best friend. Since Co. We'd grown as a couple and as individuals. We had to work through arguments, disagreements, bad moods, and hopelessness. We watched a lot of informational videos about psychology and relationships together.

Sometimes it caused a hot discussion, but my wife actually started to acknowledge that she believed too often that she was right and refused to hear me out on sensitive topics. She always wanted us to be honest with each other, even if it was about us downloading a social media app. We had permission and the ability to check each other's phones. I had a video channel from when I was a teenager, and I honestly forgot about it until three years into our relationship. When she discovered this old channel, she freaked out on me. She accused me of lying by omission because I never told her about it. I told her she was overreacting because it was old, and I forgot about it. She did not want to hear that she was overreacting,

it's like that's all she heard. The day after we were married, a friend of mine reached out to me regarding a video my wife posted on one of these internet apps. I watched it without telling her, then confronted her about having an account without telling me. She immediately became defensive, saying she only posted videos of our dogs. I tried to tell her that wasn't the point, that she'd been the one to say we should tell each other if we join one of these platforms because they tend to be toxic and cause problems in relationships. Now was her opportunity to tell me I was the one overreacting. That's when I told her I saw the video and knew that it wasn't of the dogs, it was of her, dancing she was surprised I saw it and knew the truth, but she didn't let that

motivate her to take accountability or admit she lied. Instead, she asked me why I had to turn this into a reason to fight and said she didn't want me to make a big deal out of this since she didn't make a big deal out of my video channel. I reminded her that that was from years ago, and this video of her dancing was made the day after our wedding, behind my back. She apologized to me, but it felt forced, like she was cornered into it. That brings us to ten days after our wedding. When she came home late from work at the bar and showered before laying curled up on the edge of the bed. The bed started shaking a little, it felt like she was stifling her sobs. I sat straight up in bed and asked her if she was okay.

She only nodded, trying to cover her face. I turned on the light and stared at her while she cried, expecting her to start talking. She finally admitted she cheated on me, but she didn't say it like that. She said a guy offered to give her a ride home when her car didn't start. She told me she accepted and that he forced himself on her. I freaked out. I started screaming and crying in disbelief. I told her we were going to the police and needed to find this guy.

I asked her if she knew him and what he looked like. She hesitated before answering me. Then she said she didn't want to tell the police because he was a friend of hers. I found it hard to control my breathing and I started pacing. It was hard for me to clarify this situation with her because a voice in my head kept telling me that she wanted to sleep with this man. She was only sobbing at first because of the guilt she felt, but she couldn't tell me that because she didn't want to suffer the consequences of cheating. It didn't take long for me to start screaming at her to get out. She didn't want to report this friend of hers for forcing himself on her because she didn't want him to go to jail.

I asked her repeatedly if she wanted to have sex with this guy, and she said, said no. When I asked her to give me her phone, she went silent before asking me why. I said I wanted to check her messages, and she became extremely defensive. She wasn't upset anymore. She was mad at me for refusing to trust her. I reminded her that we had a rule between us, that we could always check the other person's phone, because trust is continuously earned. I told her she seemed like she was lying and trying to avoid consequences, so by letting me check her phone, she'd prove her innocence. She refused, so I kicked her out. I started shoveling her stuff out onto the sidewalk. I grabbed trash bags and started throwing anything of hers outside, despite her cries for me

to stop and listen. She finally snapped, out of anger, not remorse, and told me I was right, she did sleep with him, and he was better than I ever was. That right there was the warped woman my wife had become. Her ego started to inflate until she couldn't resist the temptation to find another man. With all the dating apps and throwaway culture we live in, I wasn't really that surprised, I was just extremely disappointed that it happened to me. I love this girl, and I know she loved me, but she let her ego control her decision-making and make her believe she shouldn't have to be held accountable or suffer through any repercussions.

After the dust settled, I started my own channel, talking about this crisis and how women today are being told they don't have to compromise, respect, or honor their man. As a matter of fact, many women today foolishly believe they don't need a man or any man at all in life. I became pretty popular, which only made my ex jealous and remorseful. months after I kicked her out of the apartment, she started begging my forgiveness. She wants to get back with me badly, and tells me every day that I was and am the man she's meant to be with. I hope you enjoy this story. The second wife successfully settled a legal case worth a million dollars and established trust accounts for her children, including myself.

After being diagnosed with a terminal illness, my biological mother began a romantic relationship with my father in order to benefit. from his resources. The money. My 17-F. Stepmother Jane is a wonderful, wonderful woman. She and my father got married when I was four, and she's been a rock in my life ever since. My mother was always my primary caregiver, but up until that point her relationship with my father was acrimonious and I basically never saw Jane was the reason they developed a stable co-parenting relationship. She encouraged everyone having a good relationship with each other and was always there to support me and my mom when things got rough. Jane was always a really hard worker. When she met my dad, he was living out of a hotel and my mother was doing everything in her

power to keep me away from him because she was petty and angry that their relationship didn't work out. Meanwhile, Jane had a great job, a nice house, helped my dad get back on his feet, negotiated a visitation schedule with my mom, who hated her for a long time, and made sure my dad sent us money every week because neither one of them could afford an attorney to negotiate child support payments. Jane had no reason to do any of these things, but as I got older she made it clear that she loved me as much as she loved my half, brothers who were born a few years later. I even have my own room in her house because at the time we lived with my grandparents, various boyfriends of my mom and Jane felt that I needed a more stable environment than that.

She's like the opposite of the evil stepmom. When I was 15, Jane was won a big lawsuit against an airline company and got awarded upwards of a million dollars. She used the money to build sizable trust funds for me and my brothers so that we would be taken care of later in life. Despite having a lot more money, she still wanted to live a fairly modest life, so she paid off the house she has and has been living there ever since with my dad. Sure, she bought a new car and they went on a few nice vacations, but she didn't blow all her money on stupid things, which I respected. About a year ago, things started getting really weird. Whenever I saw Jane, she seemed to look sicker and sicker,

but no one would tell me or my brothers why even though I know they knew. All we knew is that she was at the hospital a lot. Around the same time, my mom has been coming around my dad a lot more and acting really strange, basically like she was trying to romance him. Whenever Jane was in the hospital my mother would insist on spending the night at their house and playing mom to my brothers, which was so weird to me because she never liked them or Jane. She'd be the perfect little housewife and my mom is not like that at all. It was super fake. Worst of all, my dad started falling for it. I'm not stupid, I'm pretty sure they were sleeping

together. I tried to shield my brothers from it, but they're not dumb either. I tried talking to my dad too, but he insisted it wasn't like that. Then a few weeks ago, my mom started talking about all the places she'd like to visit, how she wanted a new car and was looking to invest. Which is weird because my mom has been a bartender her whole life and has lived paycheck to paycheck since before I was born. She was acting like she was about to get a lot of money, which started to make me really suspicious. Between Jane being sick and my mom acting all-neuve-vo reach, I had a lot of questions. Finally, I decided to visit Jane in the hospital and ask her about my trust fund.

I found out that if anything happened to her, that my dad would inherit all the money including full control of the trust for me and my brothers. She asked me why I was so interested in the trust fund, so I told her what's going on with my parents and how my mom has been acting with my dad. I didn't want to, but after everything she did for me, she deserved the truth. It really hurt me to break her heart like that, especially once I found out that. that she was basically in hospice at this point because of irreversible kidney failure. She's only got a few more months. We both cried so much. Then, two days ago, everything came to a head.

My mom stormed and furious and started arguing with my dad. Apparently Jane met with her lawyer and changed the trust so that my dad would get nothing and all of the trust would be controlled by my step-aunt. She demanded to know how Jane found out about their relationship and I came out and told them that I told Jane everything. I told them that if they wanted to play stupid games, they would win stupid prizes, and that I wasn't going to let them screw Jane over after all the help she gave my family when she didn't have to. My mom slapped me and my dad just looked so defeated.

Then my mom told my dad that she didn't really love him, that she was just pretending to so he would marry her and she could get all of the money. The worst part about it is that my brothers witnessed the whole thing and now on top of their mom dying they have to deal with a cheating dad and his vindictive X. Our whole family is in ruins and I feel like it's my fault even though I know it's not. Yesterday I visited Jane again and told her about the fallout. She apologized and said that she had to dissolve my trust fund to make sure my mother didn't get a hold of the money, but that is her oldest I will inherit the house slash property after she is gone and that's worth more than the other

two trust funds combined. My father won't get anything because she's going to divorce him before she dies, and honestly I'm happy for her. She made me promise to take care of my brothers and told me that once I turn 18 this summer I can kick my dad out of the house if I want to. And I fully planned to do that, BTW. I haven't talked to my dad since and I can't even look at my mom. I can't believe they would conspire to do this to Jane after all this time. Just proof that they deserve each other and I'm embarrassed that they're my parents. Once I turn 18 I'm going to cut my dad out as much as I can and cut my mom out completely. I hope she rots. Meanwhile, I'm going to try and be at the hospital as much as I can until Jane passes away. Anyways, I just needed to

vent. I'm really messed up about the whole thing and I feel super betrayed, although I can't even begin to imagine how Jane feels. I'm going to be so effed up when she dies. I can't even think about that right now. But at least she's not surrounded by people who. who just want to bring her down. Thanks for reading. Edit. Some people are asking a lot of the same stuff, so I'll just clarify here, my brothers. My plan is to use some of the estate money fight for guardianship for my twin brothers

so that they can live in the house while I kick my dad out. If I can't get guardianship, then I will have to let my dad stay in the house. However, once I turn 18, I will technically be an adult, so even if my dad leaves, I'm still legally able to be responsible for them. The only thing I won't be able to do is stop him from taking them if he leaves. But they will be 18 in six years so even if they do have to leave, they will always be able to come back whenever they want. In a perfect world my dad would just leave and let my brothers stay with me,

which I'm sure my bio-mom would be very supportive of because right now she hates all of us and I doubt that will change anytime soon. The trust, from what I understand, my brothers will inherit one-third each of the estate and the remaining one-third will be used to keep the house running until they turn 18. After that it will be up to me if I want to keep the house or sell it. At that point my brothers will still have money left in the trust so they can branch out or do whatever they want, otherwise I will not sell the house and just pass it on to them or keep it and maintain it myself and they can just stay with me as long as they need to.

Edit to the edit, so I just spoke to Jane and she told me that the reason she dissolved the trust is because originally it was going to be split three X between us kids and my dad would inherit the house. She dissolved my third and switched it over to make it to take care of the house maintenance, and instead put the house in my name so my dad wouldn't get it. Plus by doing that at least financially I would be getting a much bigger share, the house is worth about 1.5x the amount of my brother's trusts, I just wouldn't be able to do anything with it until my brothers are 18, which I'm totally cool with. Sorry if I don't have a better answer, but I'm just trying to translate what she told me. My parents, the big fight happened on Sunday and I haven't spoken

to either of my parents since. I think they're both at my mom's place right now, but that's fine with us because we're all still mad at them so they can stay gone for all we care. I know technically that's not legal to just leave us alone, but I've been taking care of my brothers for over a year I can handle a few days while he gets his shit together. Screw both of them. Hope that clears some stuff up. Additional information from OOP on her parents. parents, stepmom's health, trust funds, OOP. Why isn't Jane on dialysis? I don't remember the exact details, but Jane has a genetic condition where she gets cysts on her kidney. She already had a transplant a few years ago, but now she developed problems with her arteries

or something in her legs so she doesn't qualify for dialysis. She could get another transplant, but she doesn't want to because the last time was so traumatic, rejections, etc., so she decided to just let herself go on to maintenance medications to prolong her death until she gets her affairs in order. She has a few other health problems that make the typical treatments really dangerous and according to her she'd rather die surrounded by loved ones than on an operating table. Dissolving the trust fund, Jane told me she didn't technically have to do it, but she didn't trust my bio parents not to do something shady and get a hold of the money before I turn 18. Even if my aunt controlled the fund my dad would still be able to collect if something happened

to Jane before I turn 18. Her lawyer suggested it's better safe than sorry and I agreed that it was the best option. I'm not an expert though I don't know the details. How my mom knew, like I said before I'm pretty sure Jane told my dad, who then told my mom and that's how the argument started. I can't think of any other way and I didn't really care enough to ask. Jane's thoughts on my mom, she didn't know my mom was doing all of that. My mom has her own place and would only come over whenever Jane was in the hospital for a few days at a time.

I've been living with my dad for a little over a year so he probably told Jane that my mom was there to spend time with me, if he told her at all. Besides, she didn't move in until a few months ago, which I guess is when they started hatching their plan. Jane never outright banned my mom from visiting so there really wasn't anything she could do. Hope that helps. Edit for the last part The remainder of the money belonging to the estate that hasn't been put into trust for my brothers is going to be used to maintain the house. utilities, taxes, etc. Until my brothers are 18 and then I can either choose to sell the house or keep it and maintain it myself if I'm able to. I plan to go to school in that time and get a

better job with the goal of keeping the house, but if I can't then I have the option to sell it. Not that I will, but that's how it was explained to me. Oop on her stepmom and their relationship provides thoughts on her bio mom. Oop, honestly it's because she's more of a real mom than my actual mom. My bio-mom is kind of ambiguous about my existence, but Jane was always extra involved, sending me to sports teams and paying for dance classes and just showing interest in my hobbies as I got older. Plus as the only girl I think we bonded on a level she can't with my brothers, so she always made sure to let me know I was on equal terms with them.

When I was younger we would watch movies and have girl time where it was just us one-to-one and those are some of my best memories with her. Jane is also really mature and someone I want to be like when I get older, whereas it feels like my mom is a teenager in an adult's body. She was constantly picking fights with my dad about dumb things and Jane was always there to smooth things over and keep my best interest at heart over her own feelings. I know my mom made Jane's life really difficult for a long time, but Jane never complained or said anything to me about it whereas my mom constantly complained about Jane.

As I got older, I just always felt more at peace when I was around Jane. Jane than when I was around my mom. If you want your stepkids to love you, just be there for them and treat them like your own. Ignore whatever drama you have with your husband's ex and just love your kids. Trust me if you really care about them they will know. Update 1. Hi guys, it's me again. A lot of you asked me for an update on my situation with Jane and my family so I've come back with a few things that have happened since I initially posted. I will try to organize this in a way that addresses the major points of last time. Jane is still alive and doing surprisingly well considering the circumstances.

She's always been a fighter and although her disease has been progressing, she's keeping a positive attitude with everything that is going on. She says she's grateful that she was able to see everyone's true colors before she passed so she could go into the next life knowing the truth. We have become so unbelievably close in the past few months and it's getting harder and harder to know that she's getting close to the end. She doesn't ever talk about it though and I know it's because she doesn't want to hurt me, but we both know the situation so we're just making the best of our time.

I'm also not being completely transparent about all of the drama at home, but TBAH I don't think she needs to hear all of that. We did end up having that surprise celebration of life that I planned. A lot more people showed up than I thought, but they all got an Airbnb near the hospital where Jane is and we were able to take her out and spend some time at the lake near the facility. It was super low-key which I know Jane preferred and I was even able to get her old college friend to come after I found him on LinkedIn, L-O-L-L. We had food and there was music and we played games and it was overall a really great time, except Jane started crying at the end but she promised me it was just because she was grateful. My brothers are also doing okay, my aunt, Jane's sister, is currently paying for them to go to therapy and they'd become a lot more open about talking about the situation.

They just turned 13 but a lot of the time it feels like I'm talking to actual adults, L.O.L. They've become really independent lately, in a good way, and aside from me driving them places I don't really have to do much for them anymore. Their grades aren't super great, but they're not failing and considering the circumstances it could be a lot worse. They still hang out with friends and I'm keeping an eye out for like depression symptoms and stuff. The situation with my mom is as funny as it is embarrassing TBH. She spent a few weeks ignoring us and then she tried to crawl back into my life basically begging me to let her move in because her lease is about to expire and she has nowhere to go. That convo went about as well as you'd think and she ended up calling me an

ungrateful bee and that I couldn't just ignore her because she's my mom. I told her to get out of the house before I call the cops and to go back to my dad, who at that point was only coming home every few days to check on us and grab some clothes, after that she tried coming by a few times, and when I wouldn't open the door she would lose her mind and start yelling through the neighborhood. After three instances of this I finally called the cops, but because I'm 17, they told me there's a possibility that I would have to go home with her since technically I'm a minor and need to be with the custodial parent. I told them no way because I was the only one watching my brother's ATM. That led to a whole thing where after a few hours my dad basically showed up and I

was allowed to stay there because there was finally an adult present and I'd basically lived there for over a year. After that the cops firmly told my mom that if she keeps showing up and causing drama, my neighbors confirmed that she'd been there a few times screaming that they would arrest her for trespassing since technically it was Jane's house and not hers. She left and hasn't tried coming to the house anymore, but for a while she would call me constantly telling me I owed her and all kinds of stuff. She's now blocked on everything and anything she needs to say to me gets filtered through my dad. As for my dad? Well, since he's basically required to be here for another two months until I turn 18, we've basically just avoided each other. It's not too bad, though, because I've

been heavily relying on guilting him for everything to get my way. For example, he was going to contest the divorce, but I threatened to kick him out when I turn 18 if he does that, so he just signed all the paperwork for a quickie divorce and is basically doing whatever Jane tells him to do. I don't openly disrespect him or anything. He's still my dad, but I've made it clear that I have no intentions on doing anything he says ever again and he doesn't fight me on it. Most of the time he's just in his room and sometimes he'll go back to my moms but only for a day or two before they argue and she kicks him out again, L.O.L. I haven't decided whether or not I'll kick him out yet and we haven't talked about it either, so I'm kind of playing it by ear. As for me, I'm handling everything as good as I can. I found a new job where I make a little more money so I've been focusing on six.

saving as much as I can and just being there for my brothers. Between working in school and visiting Jane, I've been so busy I haven't really had time to really stop and think about everything, but I know it'll come. One of my friends has really stepped up and helped me manage everything and I'm super grateful to him for being there for me and my brothers, so we'll see how that goes. Anyways, I wish I had something more exciting to share, but that's what's happened since my last post smile. Thanks again for all the support on my last post. Final Update

December 14th, 2024 Hello everyone it's me again, I've gotten quite a few messages in the past months asking for an update so I'm going to post my final update here and hope that it's enough to answer the questions everyone has been asking. I'm sorry that it took so long to update but a lot has been going on. As many of you may already assume, Jane passed away early fall of this year. It was very traumatic and sudden, but the silver lining is that she exceeded

every doctor's expectation for her life and when she did go, she was surrounded by family, including me, my brothers, and my dad. She was on palliative care and felt no pain except for a brief moment right at the end, and we are all very grateful for that. Towards the end, Jane was physically pretty much done but her mind was as sharp as ever. I took the advice of many of you here and recorded some voice notes for my brothers. I originally wanted to do video but by the time we were able to do it we both decided they didn't need to remember her wrapped in tubes and in a hospital gown. She also wrote many letters for her friends, family, and even for me to open when I reached certain milestones. She gave me one to open right after she passed away, and while I won't share

too many details I can say with absolute certainty that she is and forever will be who I consider my mother without question. It was very, very emotional for everyone and although it has been a few months I am still very heartbroken about her no longer being with us. She was a kind, gentle woman, and in my heart she is who I aspire to be. My brothers are obviously very hurt about our mom dying, but just like before they are taking it surprisingly well. They are still going to therapy both together and separately, and we have a lot of conversations whenever they feel like talking. We've always been close, but I feel like we're closer now. even though I work we hang out as often as we can and I'm doing everything I can to be the support

that they need. They don't know it, but I definitely need them as much as they need me because they're the only ones I can really talk to about anything. Ironically now that our family glue is gone, we're pulling together stronger than before. My dad and I mended the fences, so to speak. We went to a few therapy sessions together where he took full responsibility for his behavior, and I've forgiven him as much as I can especially since he eventually started doing everything he could to be there for Jane at the end, even though they still went through with the divorce. He's still living with us and things are a little tense, but they're much better than before. He's my dad and I love him, but he was also broken by Jane's condition and he wasn't able to

cope in a healthy manner. Her dying really brought some light into his eyes, so to speak, and now he's really stepping up to be the man he was supposed to be. A lot of people commented saying too little too late but again, he's my dad and for my own mental health I have chosen to forgive him. As far as I know my bio mom pretty much vanished off the face of the earth when I turned 18. She tried a few times to convince me to let her live with us, but I wasn't having any of it. Even my dad told her he's officially done and after we all blocked her on everything she stopped reaching out. She doesn't have any relatives who talked to her so I don't have to worry about that. But I did hear from people who follow her on Facebook that she has a new boyfriend that she's living with.

I don't want to stalk her or anything, I really don't care. She hasn't come to me with any kind of apology so TBH she can get bent. It's a little hard for me to think that she'd just walk away the second I turned legal just because she didn't get any of Jane's money but oh well, true colors and all that. Guess 18 years was too long to pretend to care. I'm just so angry with her I don't want anything. to do with her anymore. Maybe that will change one day, but I'm not holding my breath. As for me, I'm doing pretty okay, I decided to take a year before I start college to handle

all of this bullshit and I'm still at my same job so I'm saving up money wherever I can. My friends have all been great supporters and I'm so grateful for everyone, especially you Reddit folks, who have been checking in on me and making sure I'm okay. I'm taking things one day at a time and that's been working great to keep my focused. My goal is to go to college next year and study journalism, but I'm playing it by ear. I can always go back to school but right now my family needs me and if that takes longer than a year then so be it. Thank you everyone. This will be my last update and I very much appreciate all the love and support you've shown our family. Jane I know was very grateful for all of you too and all I can say is hold your loved ones tight

and be careful of anyone who seems too good to be true. Much love and blessings to you. all. I hope you enjoy this story. Close friend alleged that my partner was unfaithful and spreading rumors that he phoned her in the evening and sent unsuitable messages after I entered a relationship with him due to her disapproval of him. Ellen, 22F, and I, 21F, met through an internship three years ago and instantly became best friends. About a year ago, I started crushing on George, 24M, who interns at the same company, but in a different department as us. Ellen and another one of our co-workers set us up last fall, and we really hit it off. We've fallen in love and we often talk about a future together.

This is where things get messy. From early in our relationship, pretty much as soon as we went from just dating to being official, Ellen has been colder to me. She's never made it a secret that she doesn't particularly like George, though she's never said anything direct about it. The only issue she ever raised was when we first got together and he got really sick. I was studying for the MCAT at the time, and I was only about a month out from my main test day when he had a pretty bad flare-up of a chronic illness. Because he knew that

Ellen and I were so close, he called her to ask her if she thought he should tell me he was sick, or if it would be better to keep it from me so he didn't take me away from my studies. Ellen didn't like this at all. She told me she thought it was incredibly inappropriate that he tried to contact her like that and he shouldn't have called her about something so personal. I thought her reaction was a little over the top, but I talked to George about it, and he apologized to her and never called her again. But she didn't let it go. A few weeks later she made a comment about how I was always choosing George over my friends.

My roommate was going to be out of town the next week, so she said she should say her goodbyes since I would probably just spend the whole week at home with George. She tried to play it off as a joke. But I was really surprised she felt that way. I never wanted to be the kind of girl who turns her back on her friends when she gets into a relationship, and I had been trying really hard to balance my time with my boyfriend and with my friends. But it seemed she felt neglected, so I started putting more effort into our friendship. Over the next few weeks, I tried to make plans with her at least five or six times.

Every time, she came up with some excuse not to see me, even once canceling at the last minute and citing a meeting she forgot about, at 10 a.m. on a Sunday morning. I was hurt. I knew our friendship was dying and every time I tried to revive it, she rejected me. Finally, I decided the ball was in her court. If she wanted to be friends, I was open to it, but I was sick of being rejected, and she would have to be the one to reach out to me. She never did. Meanwhile, things were deteriorating at work. We had been assigned to the same project for the year, which required working very closely together. As our friendship fell apart, she started ignoring me at work, being rude and short,

and making my share of our tasks very difficult for me. I felt like she was constantly breathing down my neck and waiting to catch me in a mistake. I figured she was gossiping about me behind my back, but at this point I was so exhausted from dealing with her that I couldn't be bothered about it. She would say whatever she wanted to say, and I would just be nice and patient with her and count down the days until our internship ended. Until today. I had lunch with one of our other co-workers, and my good friend, K-2-2-meter, and he told me everything. Apparently, Alan has been telling all of our co-workers and friends that George has been trying to cheat on me with her.

Telling them that he calls her in the middle of the night, sends her inappropriate texts, and when I hosted a party after I wrote the MCAT, he spent the whole night eyeing her. I know that none of this is true. I love George and I know that he loves me, and even as Kay was telling me all of this I knew that Ellen was lying. It seemed that Kay didn't believe it either, he was just telling me what he had heard, but the thought that she's been going around accusing George of infidelity makes me sick. I went straight to George's house and told him everything. I told him I didn't think for even a second that it was true, and the real betrayal is how Ellen made all this up and spread it around. I was crushed to know that not only did Ellen say all of this, but she'd been saying

it to all of my friends for months, and not one of them came to me about it. George helped me get past the hurt stage and now all I feel is rage. Tomorrow I'm going to call my supervisor and ask if I can work from home until the end of my contract so that I never have to see Ellen's face again. I feel so betrayed and I just hate her so much right now. Am I overreacting? Should I be taking the high road? and just keep working with Ellen as if I don't know. I feel betrayed by my other friends too, because Kay thinks they all knew what she was saying

and not one of them told me. Should I cut them off the same way I plan to cut off Ellen? Comment where OP has replied, Cat Mum 22 underscore, Have you given any thought that what she was saying was true? What did boyfriend say about it all? Offered to show texts, etc. Obviously playing devil's advocate here

in either way a real friend would tell you directly about your man acting out, not gossiping, so no judgment on dropping her ass-oop. I really don't think it could be true. George has offered a number of times to let me go through his phone, which I've declined because I really do trust him and we both agree that the accusations are absurd. He's never been anything but completely honest with me, and he's been saying for weeks that I should drop Ellen because he doesn't like the way she's been treating me. I don't want to contact her about it right now because honestly I'm just so angry and like you said, if there was any truth to it and if she was ever my friend at all, she should have come to

me about it directly. I also don't think Kay would lie about something like this. He's not the kind of person to make up rumors and there's no way he would have known that George called Ellen if she hadn't told him, albeit a twisted version, update. July 8, 2025. One year later, I can't believe that I'm still learning more about all the ways that Ellen tried to ruin my life. I'll start with the good news first. Our internship ended without much fanfare. I didn't, as many comments suggested, contact HR or confront Ellen. I did contact our direct supervisor, and told him that our personal relationship had deteriorated and that it had caused some hostility on her part at work, giving specific examples of issues in the workplace without getting into the weeds of the

personal pettiness that was going on. He was incredibly understanding and accommodating, I worked from home the rest of the summer, received a glowing recommendation from him, and got hired at our company in my top choice department fresh out of my internship while I finished my degree and applied for medical school. I've been accepted to the top school in my country, and George and I plan on getting married once I finish my studies. Our relationship is stronger than ever. Ellen moved abroad, but stayed very well connected to the friend group that we had formed through the internship. After what happened last year, I slowly began to disdiscovered. myself from that group, and as I did I realized that I had outgrown a lot of them anyway.

Once I began to see the cracks and the friendships I used to surround myself with, I couldn't unsee all the ways they could be unkind, immature, and toxic to themselves and to one another. I held on to the few people that I knew had my back, and came out of the internship with a handful of good, close friends rather than a big circle of people with shady tendencies. One good friend from the internship, Alice 22F, had been close with a Ellen about a year ago, and has since told me a lot more of the things Ellen said behind my back, partially corroborating Kay's story from last year and adding details to some of the craziest parts. Apparently, to give herself more credibility, Ellen had been telling people that she'd been

in touch with my roommate and friend of 11 years, Anna 22F. Ellen said that Anna also didn't like George, that Anna told her I spent way too much time with him, was neglecting all my friends, that he basically lives at our apartment and that I always do this, when I get into a relationship. She also told people that Anna thinks George is faking his chronic illness, and that I'd been using it as an excuse to blow off my friends. Once when George was at our apartment and had a flare up, I'd had to cancel plans to stay with him,

afraid that he might need me to take him to the hospital. Ellen told everyone that Anna said he didn't seem sick and that I'd only canceled because I felt like staying home and hanging out with him. When Alice told me all of this, I immediately confronted Anna and told her everything. Although Anna and Ellen had been in touch on and off over the past few years, I'd previously introduced them to one another and they had some mutual interests that they'd occasionally text about.

Anna assured me she'd said none of the things Ellen accuse her of, and even combed back through all of the messages to see if there was anything she'd said that might have implied anything like that. In going through Anna's messages with Ellen, we noticed a pattern. It seemed that any time I told Ellen I wasn't available, she texted Anna to ask if I was with George. This went back to almost the beginning of my relationship with him. For those running to the comments to ask why Anna didn't tell me this sooner, it didn't strike Anna as bizarre until we looked through the messages after hearing the accusations. I have a bad habit of letting

my phone die, so sometimes if someone really needs to get in touch with me they'll contact Anna or George, so in itself, Ellen texting her to ask where I was wasn't out of the ordinary. Ellen texting her to see if I was specifically with George, combined with what Ellen was claiming Anna told her, is the strange part, coming out the other side of all of this. I've been trying really hard to reflect and learn from the situation. Was I a perfect friend to Ellen? Definitely not. I think there were certainly times at the beginning, when I was first dating George and studying

for the MCAT, that I was distant with her. Maybe I should have tried harder to patch up our friendship in those early. days by confronting her directly, or maybe I should have been more in tune to how she was feeling and addressed it sooner. Despite everything, I do miss her a lot and I wish things had turned out differently. But I don't think she was fair to me either, if I had withdrawn a little bit into my relationship in its early stages, she should have given me some grace, and confronted me directly when she had a problem rather than going behind my back. She absolutely should not have tried to drag my name through the mud, made things difficult at work, or worst of all tried to destroy

Georges and Anna's reputations and relationships. I recently heard that Ellen is moving back to the city and tried to get a job at the company where we interned, but she was rejected by every department she applied to, am I a bad person for feeling a little vindicated? Thanks everyone for your comments last year. I really needed that support, but now I'm just looking for any lessons to be learned. Could I have done anything differently? What can you? can I take away from this to try and be a better friend in the future? Next story, cousin left her four kids on my doorstep at 7 a.m. in the cold so she could go on a cruise, then got mad when police pulled her off the ship and now the whole family thinks I ruined her life.

I won't make this post long, happened a few hours ago. Me and my girlfriend do not have kids, so we have extra free time as we always get told by my cousin, who has four kids, all minors. She had been joking around lately and saying we should take care of the children, all of them, as she has booked a cruise with her new boyfriend. We didn't pay any attention to it as it sounded absurd and just laughed along with her. We both have an extra day off as it was a long weekend, and heard some knocking on the door at 7 a.m. in the morning. We knew it wouldn't be the postman as they don't arrive that early and weren't expecting any

visitors. I go down to check who it is and see my cousin's four kids standing out there in the cold. mother nowhere in sight. I opened the door and bring them in because it's freezing outside and they had no jackets on, then asked where the mother is. They said she told us that you would take care of us while she is on her cruise, so we took the bus and came to your house. I couldn't believe my eyes and ears, I kept thinking WTF. So I called her immediately and her phone was off. Called her new boyfriend and his phone went to voicemail. I asked the kids to explain exactly what their mom has told them. They said in these words, she said, since you don't have any responsibilities

and have free time you said you will look after us while she's gone. What do I do? I called my aunt and she said the same thing, that my cousin has told her I agreed to take care of the kids. She didn't even have the courtesy to drop them off and made them catch the bus on a cold winter day. Thinking of calling child services at this point. Update 1, June 10, 2025. All right, Here's what actually went down a few hours after my cousin's kids showed up at our place. We were still trying to figure out what to do, gave them food, put the heater on, got them settled. Still no word from their mum or her boyfriend. Both phones going straight to voicemail.

Then around 10.30 a.m., I get a call from a private number, it's the police. They ask if I've got four kids at my house. I said yes and explained the situation. Turns out the bus driver who dropped them off is the one who called it in. Apparently, on the ride over, the kids told them they were going to stay with family and gave them our address. He thought it was odd that four young kids were traveling alone in the cold with no bags or jackets, so after dropping them off, he reported it for a welfare check just to be safe. A short while later, both police and child protections show up at my door.

They were honestly great, calm but clearly taking it seriously. I told them everything. Showed them the texts where my cousin had joked about us watching the kids, nothing confirming anything, explained how we had no warning, and that they just showed up saying we'd agreed. The kid said their mum told them we had plenty of free time and would be happy to take them. Then about an hour and a half after that, police tell me they've gone to the cruise terminal and found her on the ship.

This ship was in circular key in the city, not too far from my place and was scheduled to leave at 3.30 p.m. She had already boarded, ready to sail off with her new boyfriend. They pulled her off and told her she had to come immediately no argument. She showed up at our house looking completely unbothered, full cruise outfit, sunglasses on her head, lanyered around her neck. Didn't even look at the kids, just walked in and said, did you seriously get the police involved? I told her she left four kids with no warning, no gear, and no contact info. She starts going off about how I embarrassed her and ruined her holiday.

Then my aunt calls, her mom, yelling at me, saying I'd gone too far and that she paid for the cruise as a treat for her daughter, and I'd wasted her money. No concern at all about what actually happened. Meanwhile, child protection was taking a statement from me and telling my cousin this was a serious neglect issue and would be investigated. She didn't seem to care. Grab the kids, didn't say, thank you. you, didn't apologize, just left like I was the one in the wrong. I tried to call my aunt and her

a while after that to explain that I was not the one who called the police and child services but they wouldn't believe me and both have blocked my number. Update 2, June 11, 2025. Didn't think I'd be writing another update, but this situation just keeps escalating. A couple of days after my cousin came to pick up the kids, after being dragged off the cruise ship, Fax got back in touch and asked a few follow-up questions. During the conversation, they mentioned they had contacted the kid's biological father and informed him of what had happened. I didn't even know he was still around.

From what I remembered, he'd moved out to regional NSW years ago, I think somewhere near Wagga. Apparently, he's been paying child support and trying to stay in touch, but my cousin made it almost impossible. Would ignore his calls, block him, cancel visits, that sort of of thing. Well, when he found out what she did, leaving the kids to catch a bus alone in winter and dumping them on our doorstep, he was furious. Drove straight to Sydney that same night. He came to our house the next morning. Genuinely nice guy, clearly shaken but calm. He said he just wanted to hear everything from someone who was there. We sat down and talked for a while.

He asked how the kids were, if they said anything, and what exactly happened. You could tell he really cared. Then he told me straight up, he's going to apply for full custody. He said he's been documenting everything for years, the cancelled visits, the excuses, the strange behavior when the kids did come back to him and this was the final straw. Leaving them like that without even a message? He said he wouldn't let them grow up thinking that was normal. I told him I fully supported him.

Those kids deserve stability. He thanked us for not turning them away and for taking care of them when no one else did. Then he left to speak with a solicitor. Now, onto something I didn't expect and honestly still can't believe, our car was Vandalist last night. All four tires slashed. Nothing else touched, just the tires. We noticed it this morning when my girlfriend went to head out.

No note, no witnesses. Unfortunately, we don't have cameras installed, but we've asked neighbors if they have any footage from overnight. Can't say for sure who did it, but given the timing. I've got a few guesses. Especially since a family member called us yesterday blaming us for turning the family against my cousin. No proof yet, but we've reported it to the police just in case.

Honestly, we're exhausted. We didn't ask for any of this, just tried to be. do the right thing when four kids showed up freezing on our doorstep. The entire family is believing her version of the story. I'm thinking of compiling a Facebook post with all the information to prove what happened, as things are getting serious now. Update 3, June 13, 2025. Last night, around 7.30 p.m., we got a knock on the door. My girlfriend opened it and just froze. standing there was my cousin's eldest, 11 years old, alone, in the dark, holding a small school bag. No jacket. No phone. Just said, Mom told me to come stay here for a bit. We were stunned.

Asked where the other siblings were. He said, there with her boyfriend. I didn't want to stay there anymore. When we asked why she'd let him leave, he said, she told me to leave if I didn't like it there. So I did. We brought him inside straight away, gave him something warm to eat, and called the police. They showed up quickly, along with facts. Because of the previous incident with the crews, they treated this seriously right away. The boy told them things no child should have to say. Said his mom had been yelling all day, locked in her room, and no one was looking after them.

Eddie remembered how calm it felt at our place and just wanted to come back. Shortly after, facts and police went to the house. We were later told the other children were removed and my cousin was brought in for questioning. There's now an active investigation into neglect and abandonment. I don't know if it was guilt, pressure from facts, or just everything catching up with her, but apparently she'd been spiraling since the cruise incident. Then this morning, my aunt, my cousin's mum, showed up at our door, absolutely. furious. She started screaming at us, saying I'd destroyed the family, turned the kids against their mother, and was I stole her kids from her. She even yelled that Cruz was the first time

she was happy in years, and you ruined it because you don't like kids. We shut the door and reported it. Police advised us to keep a record and said we can apply for an AVO if it happens again. Later that afternoon, I got a call from the biological father's lawyer. He's officially pursuing full custody and asked if I'd be willing to provide a character reference and a statement about what happened, what the kids said, how they were when they arrived, and how we were involved. I agreed without hesitation. I didn't ask to be in the middle of this, but if it helps those kids get to a better place, I'm in. The thing that really stuck with us? Just before Fax left with the eldest boy, he gave my girlfriend a hug and said, You're the only people who made me feel

normal. That hit hard. We're emotionally stepping back now, but we'll continue to cooperate where needed. We've learned the hard way that doing the right thing doesn't always come easy, but we don't regret opening that door. If anything major happens, I'll post again. I hope you enjoy this story. I informed my partner's former girlfriend that he retained her revealing images and revealed his actions, which has caused him to become enraged with me. Should I feel guilty for being bothered by this situation? My first relationship, it's one of them when you're basically together, but no labels, we go to different Eunice so distance makes it hard, and other things too like him lying and being on dating apps when we said we were exclusive. Admittedly, I am an insecure

person, I don't let it bother me on the daily, but when I see pictures of his ex I hate myself. This started when he kind of would bring her up a lot. I thought it was kind of weird, but they were together for three years. I found out her name through him talking about her, found her Instagram. She could be a victorious secret model, and I'm not exaggerating. She is very beautiful. I'm not saying I'm ugly, but I'm definitely nowhere near her. She's an easy 10-10thes. He said his friends would refer to him as the one with the fit bird. Not a fan of that language, but they're right. I'm a six-tenths, seven on a good day. I'm not ugly, but I'm not beautiful. It upsets me a lot. It makes me feel very bad about myself. I've tried my hardest to get over it. He says he is done with her. But he still has

all her pictures. They broke up well over a year ago, maybe two years ago. He still has all the pictures including her explicit pictures. I have now seen this woman's pictures and yeah I definitely hate myself now. Why does he still have her pictures? Am I crazy for being upset over this? Am I letting my insecurities get to me? Is this normal? I get having a few pictures for memory's sake, but to keep lewd pictures of the woman you claim you feel nothing for? I don't know. All I do know is I feel bad, things are great with us, he is so funny and caring. And I feel comfortable with him. I don't feel comfortable with many people. For example, instead of going home, he stayed with me, went to the shop and we cooked his home foods together to make sure I'd eat. And I know he really does care

for me. He comforts me while I cry about my past father. He listens to me when I need to rant. He always seems excited to see me. So I think that it's just in my head. But if he really did love slash like me, surely he wouldn't do all those things, and he wouldn't want to wait till December, this has been going on since February, to put labels on it. But it's so hard to try and ignore his lying over the dating apps, how quickly he got with someone else when we we split. He wasted no time, not even a week later he was just with someone else, but fair enough because we weren't together, but it still hurts. It stings because he expressed how he loved me and he wouldn't. It made me doubt the genuineness of words going forth. It wouldn't have been that big of a deal

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

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

I caught him twice on dating apps, he said he wouldn't do it again the first time and he was only doing it for a confidence boost. But he promised he would delete them. And then a week or so later I found him still active on the apps. He would consistently mention other girls to make me jealous. He would waste my time, telling me to stay up so we could call, and then never calling me or making me stay up really late when I told him I'd be very busy the next day. I asked him if he could at least text me if he isn't able to call so I can do other things

or go to bed instead of staying up like an excited kid on Christmas Eve. Low-key fetishized my race and sexuality. I thought it was a joke, but he referenced both things a lot. To the point it made me uncomfortable. I mentioned this to him, that I thought it was weird and I'm more than just bisexual and mixed black and white. Update 1. He claims he just hasn't gotten around to deleting them, but told me he deleted all picks of her on Snapchat. And he has loads of photos in his camera roll so he doesn't see them.

But emo, he should have deleted them, not even for my sake but hers. especially if he has already taken the time to delete them on snap. I think it's weird to keep them kind of pictures of someone you're no longer with and haven't spoken to in nearly two years. I don't think her or her boyfriend would appreciate him having them pictures. I know I certainly don't. I'm kicking him out and ending it this morning. He made me feel bad by saying I'm all he has.

But I'm trying to respect myself and stick with it. I have a bad habit of taking him back when he upsets me. because I tell myself I'm being dramatic. But I don't feel respected and with everyone reinforcing what I've been thinking. I do think it's time to get rid of him. I think he it is just hard because he has a lot of my firsts. Lastly, I do agree I need to work on my self-esteem. And I have, I've made tremendous growth compared to where I was. I can leave the house, I can entertain the idea of dating, I don't fixate on stupid superficial things. I am a pause. I am a pause. I am a paul that grew up in very white areas in the 2010s. Unfortunately a lot of what I don't like about

myself was instilled because I was different. I never saw a representation of people who looked like me, like having very coily hair. I had this disgusting notion built into my head that because I'm mixed I should at least have loose soft curls and a lighter complexion and green slash blue eyes. I hate that I ever thought that, it's so stupid. But now I wear my natural coily hair out. I don't have to try and cover up my face to try and hide it and the fact I can say I know I'm not ugly as substantial growth from my childhood to teen years. I'm actually extremely proud and thankful for my mixed heritage. Thank you all for your words.

Update 2. I wanted him back. I have issues I know. He doesn't want me. That's it. Comments where Op has replied. Putting, idiot, if he is on dating apps while in a committed relationship, then he's committed. Many cheaters make their so feel special when they are around them. It's kind of manipulation.

They also make their side pieces feel that way. As for the nudes, I think it's inappropriate for him to still have them after breaking up with her, much less while dating someone else. I know I would be creeped out to know that any of my exes were ogling my nude pictures. Also, I don't really think he's as over her as he wants you to believe. If he was, he wouldn't have those pictures. Speaking of, have you ever asked him to get rid of them? If he refused, big red flag. My advice to you would be to end the relationship. He does not respect you and doesn't deserve you. Op, I asked him to delete them when I found out. He deleted some and said he would do the rest later because there was a lot. He also said he is waiting to get a new phone, like what year he is

living in. In 2023 we have iCloud that transfers everything when you get a new phone, including the whole camera roll. I ended it and blocked him on everything. After reflecting and not having him physically with me, I'm quite disgusted. Update 3. Ada for telling my exes ex that even though they broke up two years ago, he still has all her explicit pictures, ranging from age 17 to 20, he is 22 now. So I realized I had attachment issues. So I realized I had attachment issues, L.O.L. I ended it, and then he was asking for us to not end. Until he also agreed we should not see each other anymore. But then, I didn't want to end it because I loved him, and also had low self-worth, thinking he would be the only person to love me. With retrospect, he didn't love me he'd just

like talking and, not exclusively, but mostly he'd only really tell me he loved me when things were looking like they were going to end or if I said it first. He is the type of person to tell you what you want to hear. Anyways, time passed. I do still care for him, way more than I should, but my feelings for him have dwindled. I still miss him, but I don't love him. And I realized how fucked up it truly is to have pictures of your ex, 17 to 20 years old. He is now 22, not saying he is a pedo, but legally speaking he did of child porn on his phone. I gave him many lectures on how bad it is that he still had them. He gave stupid excuses. He gave stupid excuses. He like I can't be bothered, or I'm going to sort it when I get a new phone, as if I Cloud doesn't

exist. He is a liar, someone who tells you what you want to hear. He just agreed with me to shut me up. I had a feeling he probably still had them pictures even after he said he'd delete them. Surprise he did not. When we stopped seeing each other one time, I asked him to delete what he has of me. He said he would, I come to find out he did not. Seems to be a thing he does. I messaged his ex and told her that he still has all them pictures. A part of me did feel bad, because again I still care for him, and I knew in doing this he'd never talk to me again, so that was kind of sad. But I thought if it was me in her position, would want someone to do the same for me.

I also asked many females what I should do, they all said tell her obviously. So I did, she told me how she asked him to delete all her pictures when they broke up and he said he would. This sounded very familiar. She thanked me for telling her. She called him and asked for a screen recording of him deleting everything or she's calling his mom and letting her know what her son is up to. He eventually did. The gross thing is, he has two younger sisters. He tells me how he is scared for how they will be treated by men when they grow up. He is scared they'll encounter men like himself emo. He was very angry with me. Told me I was doing. I was doing this all out of spite. He tried to play victim, which I found very pathetic. Saying I didn't

think this would blow up in my face again and thanks for kicking me down lower than I already felt as if he is the one who's been violated. Actions have consequences. I think he still thinks about her. I refer you to the fact that he still had her pictures. He tried to give me her shirt to wear. He made her one of his playlist covers. When I told him that was weird he changed it. I had to ask him to stop talking about her. They were together for three years, and she is very beautiful. But two years had passed with no contact, she had very much moved on. Why couldn't he?

Anyways, I know what was the right thing to do. I'm going through waves of, I'm glad I did it and I'm sad he is hurt. But he is not the victim. And this was a truly eye-opening experience to who he really is. A little bit of a purve, collecting girls' explicit pictures as if they're Pokemon cards. I need to have better standards for myself. So I'm going on a date in a couple days. I met this guy at Wireless in the summer.

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

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

He is very respectful, optimistic and caring. He has sunflower energy. Also he is good and doesn't drink smoke, etc. I'm sober now and being around someone who does that stuff is hard. Sorry for this being too long. Now on to the next story. Story 2. I told my ex not to contact me again after we broke up,

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

so I said I hope yours hobbies have the consequences I expect them to have after that we both parted ways mad and never spoke again. We still are from the same friend group and we both, while not speaking specifics, just said we couldn't compromise on something and since then, as for the last four months I have not hanged with them much as they are more her friends than mine. Issue came as one of my friends from this group asked me if I wouldn't mind he giving her my new number, as she wanted to get closure and I accepted because I didn't care enough. So, she did call and it started decently, just small talk,

and she asked why I'm so reclusive now, nothing that mattered much, but soon enough, she started talking about her life. She spent a whole 25 minutes speaking about her new boyfriend, how she's able to do what she wants and how fun and amazing it is to have support on the things she liked, how much she missed out when we were together and that maybe I should change my views a little and my life would improve like hers did. I told her okay and she replied confused, quickly enough I said I couldn't care less for her new life and honestly to fuck off and never contact me again if she just wanted to brag. To be fair, she wasn't really condescending with her tone, but hearing from your ex how their life is so much better without you get into you.

After that I blocked her and as quick as I blocked her all of my friends started texting me about how rude I was and that she was just making small talk and I shouldn't have been so angry that she's happy. So I, I didn't think I was being an asshole, but I guess they do. Ada for what I did. Edit, well the situation just got a little worse as all of these people I call friends are pressuring me into talking to her more, which I don't want to do so now they are pressuring me into going out tomorrow and I'm not stupid so I know it's going to end up with only the two of us speaking.

I really didn't want to go but one of those guys is kind of that my boss girlfriend so I don't want to get on her bad side. I will update soon enough. Edit 2. Okay, so I did as I said and hang out with them and holy shit I'm going to make an update tomorrow because it got even fucking worse. I would like to update today, but I'm currently typing this while my phone is being bombarbed. Sorry to make this a cliffhanger, but I will take a break from all before updating. Update 1. Sorry for the long text, but a lot happened to quickly, and as much as I

tried to compress the text, there's too much stuff to say, sorry. Hello again, friends, as I said before, I did went to hang out with them, more worried for my job than anything, and it went as I expected. I got there, oh wow, what a surprise everyone was late except my ex, never saw that coming, and by what was clearly a coincidence the host had to buy something, leaving us both in the house, how unexpected right. Seriously, can't believe I actually got set up, I knew I would but the fact it really happened, insane. As for what was said, we sat down very awkwardly, then she actually said she was sorry, surprisingly, she said she acknowledged how she sounded like a bitch, but that she was sad I cut her out before she could say anything, after that we

started to have a conversation about our relationship and whatnot. But I shit you not, the second I asked, what about your boyfriend she got dead silent and looked lost for some seconds before saying some random info about him and randomly started telling me she actually missed me a lot and we complimented each other. Her current boyfriend is too much like her and she feels in danger sometimes for not having someone who tries to be careful. It went like that until she noticed I wasn't really caring much for what she said and typed to someone. Then out of literally nowhere all my friends ambushed me to tell me I should stop running, that if I continue to isolate myself and drive them away because I couldn't get over the breakup

was wrong and they are worried for me. I honestly got really overwhelmed with it and said I needed a break. Then they tried to stop me saying this was an intervention and I can't run from it. I started to feel really bad and I thought I might have a panic attack. They noticed, I was having problems breathing and let me in a room away, then they sent my ex to comfort me. And as much as I fucking hate to say it, it somehow worked. I hate that having her cuddle with me worked and I was able to go control myself again. After that I said I needed to go home and would speak with them later, she literally asked, can we try to get back together? And all I did was say, give me time to think then I walked back home and my phone started receiving messages from everyone

telling me I should give her a chance and that we clearly still had feelings. I honestly feel awful, I stated to actually doubt myself in it all, I'm still suffering with my anxiety almost making me explode, but I wanted to update before anything. I'm starting to think maybe I could give her another chance, but I quickly doubt that Edia, then I doubt the doubt, I feel like a mess and I honestly just want some help, maybe I could repost this in the relationship advice subreddit but Ike. Update 2 Well, been a while, I am alive at the very least so hello there.

I literally just got my phone back and saw all the notifications of the last posts, I might read and comment on some of the last update later. So, needless to say, I had a mental breakdown and a very bad one at that. I don't remember much of the last week and days. I just woke up in a hospital and later was sent a psychological evaluation before finally being able to leave, not alone though. From what I heard, my friends got worried that I wasn't answering any of them and sent my X to check on me, she apparently found me on the floor with some meds on the ground and called an

ambulance. I don't recall any of that, but there are the medical records so it seems to be real. After that, I was completely out, maybe comatose died. For about three days and when I woke up surprisingly enough she was sitting in the couch on the side of my medical bed, she started crying and apologizing for what she and they all did. It seems you guys were correct from what I read, it was all a grand plan to get us back together and make me less depressed. She explained how she felt like trash after we broke up and even stopped doing the dangerous stuff because she was feeling so down, and also that the supposed boyfriends obviously didn't exist and was a prop to try and make me jealous, after that didn't work out with the call she went for

the full-blown plan of the ambush. They did expected me to get anxious but that I would later call her back and give my final decision. Well, I guess they didn't expect me to have a mental breakdown and try what I did and their whole plan failed. By what I heard they actually thought they killed me indirectly and were all stressed and messed up for the three days I was gone, all of them getting medical leaves to spend time with my lifeless self. After I woke up, they all came to see me and apologized as well, saying they had the experience as I opening and would understand if I cut all contact with them all, after that I went to the psychological evaluation and was confirmed to be a threat to myself, pain in the ass, and was either going to have to have to go to a

mental facility or have someone watch me 24-7. Because I have zero contact with my family my ex asked me if I wouldn't mind if she was the one to be that person. I of course protested in the start but later decided it was best that than going to a mental facility again, I have been in these places often it's not fun at all. So that's how it is currently, we are living in her house, bigger than mine. She's been doing all of the work and chores while I do nothing and just keep my emotionless face. the girl who's dating my boss apparently is way more serious than I thought and they were engaged. So she made him give me my salary until I get better plusa up on it with the medical leave, something I do appreciate.

I know I sound like a dumb prick to start living with her, but currently we have set boundaries. She haven't even touched my arms since after the hug when I woke up. She's kind of like a maid more than anything. We of course still speak and I can hear the guilt in her voice. She definitely didn't expect it things to take this turn and is ready to accept. as it is. As she stated, if you never gets better I'm ready to take care of you. If you do get better and wants to leave, that's fine. If you are never able to love me back, that's okay. It's my fault this happened. It seemed legit. For now, it works. I don't know how I feel now

as the meds have made me really numb, so I don't know if I care or not for her currently. Maybe will be the last update. I will be answering any questions now, though. I got time to spare for it now. I hope you enjoy this story. I discovered my siblings' future spouse attempting to enter my residence to take my deceased mother's bridal gown. It's truly unexpected for me, a 29-year-old woman, to be in this situation. A drama-filled fiasco involving a break-in, a jealous step-sister, and the looming possibility of a lawsuit. Nevertheless, this is how my life has unfolded recently, so let me provide you with a detailed rundown of the chaotic events that have taken place. To give a bit of background,

my parents' love story was like a sappy rom-com that turned into a horror flick. They had me at a very early age, hence they could not cope with the stress of parenthood along with their work stress. Their continuous fights eventually led them to get divorced when I was barely out of my teens. My mom and dad decided to stay amicable for the sake of me and always continued to have a respectful relationship. When I was in college, my mother found comfort in the arms of the man she believed was the love of her life my soon-to-be stepdad, Carlos. They eventually got engaged and she called to relay the happy news. Although I wasn't thrilled about the fact that she was going to get married again, I also knew that it wasn't my place to interfere in her life or stand

in the way of her happiness. I was introduced to Carlos and his stepdaughter who was soon going to be my step-sister, Amelia. Amelia never really liked me from the beginning. It felt like she saw me as a problem, and I couldn't figure out why. Her mom had passed away at an early age, hence maybe she thought I was taking away attention from her dad, or she just didn't like the idea of him marrying someone with a kid. Every time we crossed paths, she looked at me with disdain and talked to me rudely. It was obvious that she did not want to accept me or my mother. Because of this, family gatherings became awkward with forced smiles and uncomfortable exchanges where Amelia would make it abundantly clear on several occasions that she wasn't happy about the new

family situation. Her dad and my mom attempted to defuse the situation as much as possible. I also tried to be friendly, to build some kind of sisterly bond, but every attempt was met with her ignoring me or making dismissive comments about my appearance or wait. Eventually, the day arrived when my mom and Carlos would be tying the knot. My mother had always wanted a simple wedding so they were getting married in the backyard which had transformed into a makeshift venue with colorful decorations and a charming gazebo where they could exchange their vows. I was nervous and excited about my mother's big day and helped with her wedding dress and makeup. Despite the celebratory atmosphere, Amelia's resentment lingered like a dark cloud. As my mom walked down the aisle, there was a subtle

scowl on Amelia's face that betrayed her true feelings. During the vows, I noticed Amelia rolling her eyes and sighing loudly as if the whole affair was beneath her. Other guests were also starting to take notice of her behavior and it was evident that she couldn't stand the idea of this marriage. The party eventually moved on to the reception area which had been set up with homemade decorations and a buffet of everyone's favorite dishes. People were drinking, dancing and overall having a good time. However, Amelia took every opportunity to reign on the parade. She made sarcastic remarks during toasts, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere. Even when people tried to engage her in conversation, she responded with Kurt one-word answers, displaying her disapproval. As the night progressed,

Amelia's behavior became increasingly disruptive. She openly complained about the choice of music, criticized the decorations, and refused to participate in family photos. It was as if she was determined to make her displeasure known, not caring that it was tarnishing what should have been a beautiful day for our family. Her behavior irritated me so much that I wanted to confront her, but my mother tried to calm me down. She suggested that Amelia might be hurting, seeing her dad getting married again and that we should give her space to deal with her emotions. My mother always hoped that Amelia would come around over time, but as the years went by, my mother's wish never came true. While my relationship with Carlos stayed okay, the tension

with Amelia continued to escalate. Whenever I was back at home during my college vacations, would have to listen to her taunts about how I didn't have any friends or how my fashion sense was so poor. Her dad, my stepdad Carlos, would step in, scolding her and insisting on an apology. The cycle of tension and forced apologies became a recurring theme during those visits. Whenever we had any family gatherings, Amelia would often make slide digs at me, trying to undermine my confidence. She would openly mock my achievements, belittling my grades or any accomplishments. If I told her anything in return, she would try the victim telling everyone how I was always this rude to her. It was always frustrating for me because I would hear her

gossiping about me to relatives, spreading false stories to tarnish my image for absolutely no reason. I complained to Carlos multiple times about her behavior, but despite his attempt to make her stop, she never changed. Over time, to escape the cloud of negativity with Amelia, I decided to spend more time at my dad's place during holidays instead of going to my mom and Carlos' place. Sure, he lived across the country, making it quite a journey, but the distance was a welcome relief from the constant presence of a jealous and scowling step-sister. My mother, with her hopeful heart, would often try to persuade me to spend holidays with her. However, I couldn't find the heart to tell her about the relentless bullying I endured at the hands of Amelia.

She held on to this idealized vision of us getting along, and I didn't want to shatter her dreams. The holidays with my dad were like a safe haven from the bad vibes at my mom's place. I could relax without feeling judged by Amelia. Dad's house became my escape, where I didn't have to deal with mean comments or Amelia's angry stares all the time. One day, when I was in my third year of college, we received some devastating news about my mother. She had gone for a regular health checkup where she was informed that she had third stage ovarian cancer. When she relayed the news to me, I almost

collapsed in shock. I couldn't imagine my life without my dear mother. I immediately rushed back home to be there for my mother. Carlos was visibly distraught, trying his best to be strong for all of us. My dad, friends, and family rallied around us, offering support and comfort in the face of this uncertain future. As the days unfolded, we navigated the challenges of medical treatments, hospital visits, and the emotional roller coaster that accompanies such a grim diagnosis. It's worth mentioning that, unfortunately, Amelia didn't contribute in any way to helping my mother during this challenging time. While we were grappling with the harsh realities of cancer, her actions remained indifferent and unhelpful.

I remember one night, as everything got tough, I was sitting alone outside my mom's room and crying. I was afraid of losing my mother to cancer and was hoping for some peace in the quiet of the night. But then, out of nowhere, Amelia walked by and noticed that I was crying sitting outside my mom's bedroom. Instead of being nice or understanding, she saw my face all wet with tears and just smirked at me.

I looked up at her and she started. started to taunt how there was nothing that I could do at this point. It was a moment when I needed support, and her mean reaction made everything even harder for me. In the days that came after that night, Amelia didn't stop her cruelty. She went so far as to send me social media posts about how cancer patients looked in their final moments. It was beyond heartbreaking to see how she could make fun of my pain and the agony our family was going through. The lack of empathy was just unbearable. In those difficult days, I found solace in the strength my mother displayed. Her resilience in the face of adversity inspired me. Despite the physical toll the treatments took

on her, she remained a beacon of courage, teaching me the true meaning of fighting against the odds. Even as the disease progressed, she maintained a spirit that refused to be extinguished. Unfortunately, my mother passed away in a few months as her cancer spread and the devastation I felt was indescribable. I cried for days not being able to believe that she was really gone. The pain was like a heavy fog, engulfing me all around. The funeral was a somber affair, marked by tearful goodbyes by everyone. The reality of her absence settled in after the funeral, and I grappled with the void that her departure had left in my life. The grieving process was a slow and arduous journey. The realization that I could no longer pick up the phone and hear her

voice or share the mundane details of my day was a harsh truth that weighed heavily on my heart. The world continued to spin, but my anchor was gone, and I was adrift in the sea of grief. The day arrived when my mother's will was to be read. My dad, me, Carlos, and Amelia all drove to the lawyer's office together. As my mom's only biological child, I was well aware of the contents of the will, having discussed it with her on several occasions before she passed away. Mom and Carlos had discussed and made it clear that their respective assets would be bequeathed to their own children. It seemed like a fair arrangement, reflective of the intricate dynamics of our blended family.

Seated in the lawyer's office, surrounded by an air of formality, the anticipation was palpable. As the lawyer began to read her will, it became evident that all of Mom's assets were entrusted to me as Carlos and I had known all along. While this announcement didn't surprise me, the same couldn't be said for Amelia. She sat across the room, her eyes narrowing in disbelief and resentment as the lawyer read the will. In addition to the money and stuff, Mom also left me some family heirlooms. She passed on my grandmother's beautiful jewelry to me, and it meant a lot.

Those pieces had sentimental value, connecting me to my roots. One precious item she left me was her wedding dress, a symbol of love and family history. It was more than just fabric, it held the memories of Mom's special day, and she wanted me to have it. These inheritances weren't just things, they were a part of our family's story, and I cherished them deeply. Upon hearing that she wasn't included in my mother's will nor did she get anything, Amelia erupted angrily.

She began to make a scene demanding to check the will to verify if my mother had really left me with everything that she owned. Once she saw the will with her own eyes, she looked up at me angrily. shouting that she couldn't believe how selfish my mother was. I sat there in shock as she continued to demand that I should divide my mother's assets with her as she rightfully deserves it. Her words hurt and were an unsettling disruption to the respectful acknowledgement of my mother's wishes. The hurtful accusations she hurled in her pursuit of a piece of the inheritance were like daggers. I was already burdened with grief on account of losing my mother, but hearing

Amelia's words made me feel betrayed. The audacity she had to demand that she should get an equal share in my mother's assets left me momentarily speechless. Summoning the strength to respond, I sought to maintain a semblance of composure. I told her, my mom got married to your dad when we were both young adults, hence they both made their wishes clear from the beginning that we would be getting their respective assets. It's not about being selfish, it's about respecting the agreement our parents had with each other. This is what they believed was fair, and I intend to honor my mom's wishes. Amelia tried to complain again, but Carlos cut her off, telling her firmly that she had no right to ask for anything from me. He reminded her that someday, she would inherit his assets,

and she wouldn't appreciate it if I demanded a share at that time. This seemed to shut her up. My dad, who was there with us, got up to walk me out of the room. I had often shared stories with him about Amelia's erratic behavior, but this was the first time he had witnessed it himself. He was completely shocked and disgusted by her sense of entitlement. My dad advised me to move out of Carlos Place and move all my childhood things as well as my mother's things and family heirlooms to his house so Amelia could not steal it from me. I agreed and immediately moved everything that belonged to me and my mother out of Carlos' place. Carlos was sad to see me move out, and so was I. because and unlike Amelia, he always treated me with respect and love.

He has continued to check up on me and made sure that I was doing okay in my life. I went on to graduate from my college and eventually secured a job. Fast forward to the point where I saved up enough money to live on my own. The assets my mother left for me weren't substantial, but they were sufficient to help me secure a place of my own. My dad was very proud of me and even came to visit. Staying at my new place, I often found myself missing my mom, wishing she could see the space I had created. I kept her wedding dress safely in my wardrobe and whenever I started to miss her a lot, I would hug the dress, as if embracing the memory of my mother.

Not long ago, Carlos gave me a call to share the news that Amelia was tying the knot. Surprisingly, I found myself genuinely happy for her, setting aside our past grievances. Carlos, in his usual enthusiastic manner, invited me for lunch, expressing that it had been quite a while since we caught up. He wanted to prepare my favorite meal. Although I hesitated a bit, he reassured me that Amelia had grown more mature since our last meeting, and he promised to ensure a smooth and pleasant interaction. During lunch at Carlos Place, everything seemed to be going smoothly. Amelia looked genuinely happy to see me and I warmly congratulated her for her upcoming marriage. We were having lunch while discussing our lives and how much it had changed since we last met

each other. She showed me pictures of her engagement and I could see how happy she looked with my soon-to-be bill. As we sat around the table, enjoying the meal Carlos had prepared, Amelia unexpectedly dropped a bombshell. In a casual tone, she mentioned that she was still on the hunt for the perfect wedding dress, but had been unsuccessful. Then, out of nowhere, she brought up the idea that she remembered my mother had left a wedding dress for me and asked me to give it to her as a wedding gift. I looked up at her in shock. The shock on my face mirrored Carlos's surprise. I asked her if she was joking with me because there was no way she would ask me for my mother's wedding dress, but Amelia replied that because she was getting married before me, she deserved to wear the dress.

I couldn't believe her callous words. I firmly stated that this was not something I could ever consider, emphasizing the sentimental value it held for me after our mother's passing. I reminded her that it was not just a piece of clothing but a cherished memory of my mother. Amelia, on the other hand, seemed dismissive of my sentiments. She argued that since we were stepsisters and shared a part of our mother's life, she had an equal right to wear the dress. The atmosphere grew heavy with tension, and I couldn't fathom why she would want to take something

so meaningful from me. Carlos attempted to defuse the situation, telling Amelia that she had no right to demand my mother's wedding dress, but Amelia seemed resolute in her desire stating that she was ready to pay me for the dress if that's what I wanted. The tension continued to rise as I felt hurt and frustrated that she couldn't understand the importance of the dress to me. Carlos, sensing the escalating conflict, tried to explain to Amelia that it wasn't about money, but the dress itself meant a lot to me as it was something that my mother had left behind for me. Amelia then began to say how my mother would have given her the dress had she been alive and I was just being selfish. I couldn't believe the audacity of her claim,

especially considering how she had treated me over the years. I angrily pointed out to her that she had no concern for my mother when she was dying of cancer and yet she now had a sudden desire to wear my mother's dress out of nowhere. The exchange started to become more heated as we continued to yell at each other. I reiterated that the dress was not negotiable and that I couldn't fathom parting with such a meaningful keepsake. Amelia's insistence and apparent disregard for my feelings intensified the conflict. Carlos tried to calm down the situation, but I realized that Amelia was not going to back down. I decided to leave their place immediately as I had spoken my mind and was not going to sit

there and be disrespected further by Amelia. I thanked Carlos for the meal and left. I told my dad about this whole incident and he was just as shocked as me. He suggested that I should immediately install cameras around my place along with an alarm system. I thought this was a bit over-dramatic but knowing Amelia's crazy antics, I decided to listen to my dad. Cut to today. I am at work, swamped with meetings when suddenly my phone blows up with alarm notifications from my home security system. Concerned, I opened the app to see an unidentified man wearing a mask entering my place. I immediately panicked when I saw the thief in my place. I dial 911 at lightning speed and race home as if my life depended on it. As I screech into my driveway, cop cars are scattered in front of my place.

I dash inside with a worried look only to find police officers in the process of arresting the man. His legs are bleeding. Apparently, my dog took serious offense to this intruder's unwelcome visit and turned into a full-fledged guard dog. When the police turned him around to escort him out, I couldn't help but let out an audible sigh of relief. I recognized him immediately from Amelia's engagement pictures. He's my soon-to-be bill. When he noticed me statement, standing in the doorway, he began shouting, demanding that I speak to the police and vouch for him. He started explaining that he was only here to take my mother's wedding dress because my stepsister had pressured him into doing it. My eyes widened in shock as the absurdity of the

situation struck me, breaking into a house on someone else's orders. I couldn't fathom how he got himself into such a ridiculous predicament. I shook my head in disbelief, but before I could react, the police intervened and took him away. I then called my dad, recounting what had just happened at my place. He assured me that he would catch the next available flight to be with me. Feeling comforted by the thought of my father's support, I carefully went through my house to check if anything was missing. Fortunately, my mother's wedding dress, safely tucked away in my wardrobe, remained untouched.

It seemed my Bill's ill-conceived plan had failed after my dog had bravely intervened by attacking him. I couldn't help but smile and satisfaction as I patted my dog. But oh, the drama doesn't end there. My jealous stepsister and her relatives have been calling me demanding that I should drop my charges against her partner. She is insisting that he is part of the family and I should forgive him. I have told them to keep their opinions to themselves because the last time I checked, the family doesn't break into your house and try to snatch your heirlooms. I have also threatened to sue her and her partner for the damages caused to my property. Amelia keeps saying that I'm going to ruin their lives, but this time, I'm going to stand my

ground. This is my mother's legacy we're talking about. The dress stays with me, and my sister and my soon-to-be Bill better lawyer up because we're going to court. The family's mad, but I have got evidence and the law on my side. So, Ida for defending my turf and my mom's memory against a thief? Update 1. It's been a few days since my last update. I had a conversation with Carlos regarding everything that happened. He was just as shocked as me and had no idea about what Amelia and her partner had been up to. Amelia had knowingly kept her dad in the dark about her partner's breaking and entering in subsequent arrest, knowing that he would not support her antics. Carlos assured me that he would stand by whatever decision I made. Meanwhile, Amelia had

has continued to reach out to me every day. When she realized that I wasn't going to back down, she started to apologize. This was shocking to me as throughout the years I had known her, she never apologized to me about anything. I guess, watching her partner get arrested had finally made her realize what they had done. She begged me for mercy and pleaded that I should drop the charges against him. She assured me that she would never disturb me in the future, but after all the years she had spent bullying me, I knew her words held no value. I firmly told her that I would continue to press charges and would see both of them in the small claims court soon. My dad and I have contacted a lawyer who can help us in this situation.

Regarding Amelia's relatives who were pressuring me to drop the charges, I took a decisive step. I sent out a mass email with a video clip from my security camera. This video clearly showed how my bill broke into my home. I knew Amelia would have spun a different story to them, and I couldn't let that happen. No sane person would support such an outrageous act. After sending the email, some of her relatives did reach out to me, apologizing. They had no idea about the truth of the situation, and my evidence opened their eyes. It was a relief to know that at least some of them understood the reality of what went down and acknowledged the wrongfulness of the break-in. Update 2. It's been one month since my last update. I could not update earlier as I was busy with my

legal proceedings. As I had mentioned earlier, I decided to go through with the charges, seeking justice for the intrusion into my home. The legal battle unfolded where I was awarded $1,000 for the damages caused to my property during the break-in. I turned to look at my stepsister's face who looked utterly destroyed, perhaps realizing that her actions do have consequences. Her partner faced criminal charges for breaking and entering and was sentenced to only three months in jail because he didn't actually steal anything from my place. My lawyer didn't stop there and has also issued my stepsis and her partner with a restraining order. It's a necessary measure to ensure my safety and protect against any further attempts to disrupt my life. Throughout this entire ordeal, my dad has been staying with me for support.

He's still worried that Amelia might try something again. but I doubt she'll have the nerve after getting hit with a restraining order and a $1,000 fine. The legal consequences will have put a damper on any further attempts for her to cause any trouble. Update 3. It's been six months since my last update. My life has moved forward by now, and thankfully, there is no longer any drama. The chaotic events that once to find my days have become distant memories. The legal battles, the family tensions, and the emotional roller coaster have all subsided, allowing me to find a semblance of peace in my life.

Since the court proceedings, Amelia and her partner have kept their distance from me. The restraining order served its purpose, providing a protective barrier against any potential disruptions they might have caused. I did hear from some of our mutual friends that Amelia got married to him after he was released from prison. Honestly, I believe they both deserve to be with each other, knowing how crazy they both are. As I reflect on the turbulent journey of the past months, I have come to realize the importance of resilience and standing up for what is right. The legal battles were not just about seeking justice for myself, but also about upholding the values and memories that my mother held dear. I find myself in a calmer, more stable place in life.

It's a new chapter, and I look forward to what the future holds, free from the tumultuous drama that wants to find my existence. Foreword slash forward slash siblings declines to encounter my recent partner and was behaving strangely regarding it. Later, I discovered she was fixated and deeply infatuated with him during their time in secondary school.

Even tried to break up his relationship. Okay, so here's the situation. I, F23, have been dating my current BF, M28, for about four months and I am completely effing smitten. He is literally the sweetest, smartest, kindest, most caring guy I've ever met and I honestly feel so lucky to have found him. I know it hasn't been that long, but I've dated enough A-holes to know when something is different. Like my last ex would constantly forget to text me back and then get mad when I'd ask where he was. Meanwhile, my current BF actually communicates

like an adult and remembers the little things I tell him. We met at the start of this semester at our university. He's a graduate student and was running this tutoring group I joined. I was really struggling with this one class that has a reputation for failing students and my advisor suggested the tutoring program. I almost didn't go because I hate asking for help, but I was desperate at that point and my GPA couldn't take the hit. The first session was kind of awkward with a bunch of students who didn't want to be there, but he made it actually bearable. We hit it off immediately during the group sessions and found that we had a ton in common, including the same hometown which was pretty cool considering our university is like three hours away from there. He likes the same weird indie

bands I do and has the same dorky sense of humor. After talking more during a break, we realized we even went to the same high school, although we never actually met before. He graduated the year before I started my freshman year, but he was in the same grade as my older sister. I thought that was kind of a fun coincidence and asked if he knew her. He said, yeah, they ran in the same circles, but they hadn't kept in touch since graduation which made sense because people drift apart. I didn't think much of it at the time. Anyway, after a couple weeks of tutoring, he asked me out for coffee and we just clicked. The coffee date turned into dinner because we couldn't stop talking. I ended up getting an A in the class I was struggling with, partly because he's a really good

tutor, but also because I wanted to impress him, pathetic, I know. We spent the last four months growing super close. He's introduced me to his roommates and a couple of his close friends from the grad program. I've introduced him to my roommate and we've done a few double dates with her and her boyfriend. Lately we've been talking about maybe bringing each other to our family holiday celebrations. We didn't get to do Thanksgiving together because he went home to see his parents and I went home to see mine, they live in different parts of the same state now, but we decided that for Christmas we'd try to spend at least part of it together and I was really excited about it. My family does this whole big thing on Christmas Eve with an elaborate dinner and then we open

one present each, and then Christmas Day is more casual with a big brunch and the rest of the presents. I was thinking he could come for Christmas Eve dinner and then maybe part of Christmas day. I hadn't actually told my parents or sister I was seeing anyone serious yet because I wanted to make sure it was going somewhere first, my last relationship was a disaster and everyone got attached and then we broke up. It was a whole thing. My mom still asks about him sometimes, which is annoying. So I decided to call and let them know about BF and also to make sure it wasn't an issue if he came to our Christmas celebration this year. My mom was super excited for me when I told her all about BF and how we met and everything. She kept asking a million questions about him and

seemed genuinely happy, which was nice. She wanted to know what he was studying, if he was a good student, he has a 4.0 so yeah, what his family is like, normal, two parents still together, one younger brother, and if he treats me well, better than anyone I've dated before. My dad was more chill about it but said he sounded like a nice young man and he would be glad to meet him. Both my parents said it was totally fine if he came for Christmas dinner. I then called my sister to tell her the news. She's three years older than me and we've always had a decent relationship. We fought a lot as kids but got closer in high school and now we get along really well for the most part.

She's always been pretty cool about my boyfriends in the past and I even joked that it would be like a high school reunion for her since they kind of knew each other back then. She was initially excited when I mentioned a new boyfriend but when I told her who it was her mood changed dramatically. She told me she would not be comfortable having a stranger at our family's Christmas and that she was sorry but he couldn't come. I was honestly shocked and asked her to explain because she is normally very outgoing and never had a problem with strangers before. This isn't the first BF one of us has brought home for the holidays. She's bringing her boyfriend of like seven months this year. I asked if she had not liked him in high school or something and that's why she didn't want him to come. She said no and she barely even remembered him, which made her

reaction even more confusing. I suggested maybe she would feel better meeting him before Christmas so it's not overwhelming on the actual holiday. She got really firm and told me that she didn't want to meet him before, during, or after Christmas and to drop it. Then she literally hung up on me. She texted me a little later that it was rude of me to keep trying to force her to meet someone she doesn't want to and she hopes I won't bring it up again. This makes absolutely no sense to me as my sister is not usually like this at all. We've always gotten along pretty well, and she's never acted this way about any of my boyfriends before.

She was totally fine with my last boyfriend and even the one before that who was kind of a jerk sometimes. I tried calling her back, but she didn't answer. I sent her a text saying I was sorry for pushing, but I didn't understand what was going on, and I just wanted to talk about it. She read it, but never responded. Then nothing happened for like three days,

and I was just sitting there wondering what the hell was going on. I asked my mom about it, but she is just as confused as I am and said she would talk to her for me. Mom tried calling her a couple times, but my sister kept saying she was busy and would call back later. I've tried texting my sister a couple times since then just asking what's going on, but she either ignores me or gives really short answers that don't explain anything. Like literally just I don't want to talk about it or please drop it. I obviously won't bring my BF if it makes my sister uncomfortable. I'm not trying to ruin Christmas for everyone or anything.

I just wish she would give me an actual reason, especially since she basically said she never wants to meet him. Not just at Christmas. Like, what the fuck? I'm just so confused. Is she hiding something? Did they have some kind of history she's not telling me about? She says she barely remembers him.

but then acts like she hates him? The worst part is I had to tell my boyfriend that my sister doesn't want him at Christmas. And I couldn't even explain why. He was really understanding about it. But I could tell he was confused and probably a little hurt. He asked if maybe they had some bad interaction in high school he forgot about, but he said they were always friendly when they did interact. He actually seemed worried that he had done something wrong without realizing it. He offered to spend Christmas Eve with his family and then maybe we could meet up on Christmas Day or the day after, which was sweet. But that's not really the point. The point is my sister is acting weird and I don't know why and it's putting a strain on my relationship. What if she never wants to be around him?

Am I just supposed to keep them separate forever? I really like this guy and I think it could be serious, but my sister is important to me too and this whole situation is just so weird. I don't know what to do. My mom suggested maybe my sister will tell her something she won't tell me, but she hasn't had a chance to talk to her in person yet. My mom thinks maybe something happened in high school that my sister doesn't want to tell me about. This is kind of fucking up my holiday plans and making everyone uncomfortable. My boyfriend keeps asking if he did something wrong and I have to keep telling him no, but I don't actually know that for sure because my sister won't talk to me. I don't know if I should keep pushing or just accept it.

Am I the asshole for pushing this issue with my sister? Edit, thanks for all the comments. A lot of people are suggesting she had a crush on him or maybe they hooked up. I'm not sure if that's it, but it does make a kind of sense. I talked to my boyfriend last night and he also seemed really confused about the whole thing. I asked him to please be honest with me and to let me know if anything went on between them beyond just running in the same circles. He told me nothing happened and they had only ever hung out in groups. He said she was really more a friend of a friend and he had a long-term GF he was committed to

throughout high school so he didn't even hook up with her or anything like that. His GF at the time was someone from their friend group who he started dating freshman year and they broke up right before graduation. He said my sister was always on the periphery of their friend group but they were never close. She also never bullied him and, from his perspective, he never bullied her. He said they were always friendly slash civil and never so much as got in an argument. He seemed pretty genuine when he said he has no idea what her issue with him is. He even scrolled through his yearbook photos to see if that would jog his memory about any

interactions with her, but nothing stood out. There's obviously more to this story from my sister's side, so I have to try to speak to her again. Probably in a few days when I go home for the holidays. I'll update if I find out anything more. TBH I'm kind of dreading going home now because this is hanging over everything. Update 1, I had quite a few P.Ms asking me to update here if anything happened, so here I am. First of all, thanks for all the comments and theories. Some of you were actually right on the money, as it turns out.

I will preface that the situation isn't totally resolved but people have been asking for more information so I wanted to let you all know what I now know. And no, for those asking, they didn't hook up at a party or anything like that. I got home on Wednesday for the holidays, and my sister was acting completely normal when I arrived, like nothing had happened. She helped me bring my bags in from the car, asked about the drive, normal sister stuff. It was frustrating because I wanted to talk about the elephant in the room, but she was pretending everything was fine. We went to dinner that evening just the two of us, mom suggested this, thinking we needed sister time. She picked this Mexican place we used to go to in high school and everything was going fine, we talked about her job, my classes, stupid stuff our

parents had done lately. But then I noticed she wasn't really asking about my life at school or my friends or anything that might lead to mentioning my boyfriend. She was clearly avoiding the topic. Finally I just brought it up directly, and she immediately got upset with me. Her whole demeanor changed and she told me to just leave it alone. I told her that I have very strong feelings for this man, and if she has an issue with him, I would like to know what it is so I can make an informed decision about my relationship.

I wouldn't want to be with someone who would hurt my sister or was a bad person. She insisted he never hurt her, he didn't bully her, and she simply didn't want a strange man at her family's Christmas. This just pissed me off because it was such an obvious lie. I pointed out she is bringing her boyfriend of seven months so I've only met twice, once at a family birthday thing and once when they passed through

town and stopped for lunch. He's just as much a strange man to me as my boyfriend is to her. She said it's different because I already met her BF. I told her technically she's already met mine and I offered for them to re-meet before Christmas and she shut me down. I asked her if she was jealous that I was dating someone from her grade and she got really defensive and said that was ridiculous. The conversation really didn't go anywhere productive and we both left mad. She barely spoke to me on the drive home and went straight to her room when we got back to our parents' house.

I was lying in my old bedroom staring at the ceiling later that night, trying to figure out what to do. When I remembered my sister's childhood best friends still lived in town. They had been inseparable from like elementary school through high school. I still follow her on Instagram and we occasionally like each other's posts but haven't really talked I figured if anyone would know what happened between my sister and my sister and boyfriend, it would be her. I ended up messaging her to see if she knew anything about my boyfriend. I played it as casual as possible, like, hey, random question, did you know, boyfriend's name,

in high school? I've been dating him for a few months and just found out he went to school with you guys. She confirmed she knew who he was and then asked if my sister knew yet that I was dating him. A red flag went up and I said yes and she doesn't seem happy about it. She then asked to call me instead of texting. A lot of you in the comments were right. It turns out my sister was obsessed with my BF from seventh grade all the way until they graduated and went to college in different states. I was honestly shocked because my sister never mentioned him when I was in high school. She dated a few guys during that time and seemed to really like them. So I had no idea she was pining for someone else the whole time. I asked if there was more to it than that because

I can't believe my grown-ass sister would act this way over a little crush and her friend told me it wasn't a little crush, she was legit in love with him. She said my sister would talk about him constantly, write his name in her notebooks, plan out their wedding, the whole teenage girl experience. She even went as far as finding out what colleges he was applying to so she could apply to the same ones, though she ended up going somewhere else. Since she said in love I asked if my boyfriend knew or if anything had happened between them and she said as far as she knew he didn't know about her feelings and they for sure had never hooked up to my sister's extreme displeasure apparently. My sister had apparently tried multiple times to get his attention but he was either

oblivious or not interested. According to her friend, she pined for him for years and was devastated when he started dating one of their other friend's freshman year. It was this girl who sat next to him in biology and they got paired up for a project and my sister was crushed because she had been trying to get into the same classes as him but couldn't. She would show up to his work with other guys to try to make him jealous. He worked at the movie theater and the mall, only go to parties if she knew he was going, hooked up with his best friend to try and make him jealous, and once even tried to break up him and his girlfriend by spreading rumors that she had cheated on him at a party. The girlfriend confronted my sister about it and there was apparently a whole dramatic scene in

the cafeteria. When my BF and his then G. did eventually break up senior year my sister thought it was her big moment, but he never even gave her a second glance. Her friend said my sister cried for days and it was part of the reason she decided to go to a different college than the one he was attending, which she had gotten into as a backup. She said she needed a fresh start. What's even crazier is that apparently she's held a small torch for him all these years still. Her friend says she thinks she would still want to be with him if he would have her and she's probably just jealous that he's interested in me when he never was interested in her. She mentioned that my sister brought him up a few times over the years when they'd get together for drinks, wondering what happened to him.

I am sort of relieved that it's not something horrible like I was imagining based on some of your comments. Some of the comments on my original post had me extra scared for what I was going to find, like that he'd bullied her or they'd had a secret relationship or something truly messed up. But now I'm also pissed off. She's really going to ice my boyfriend out of our family events over a high school crush that she never even told him about. This is so ridiculous. I do feel for her, it sucks when you really like someone and they don't like you back, but I'm upset she wouldn't just tell me and made it into a bigger deal than it needs to be. We're adults now, not teenagers, and this shouldn't be such a dramatic thing. It was years ago.

My sister's friend made me promise not to tell my sister that she told me all this. but I don't see how I can address the issue without letting her know that I know. I'm going to try to talk to her one more time and let her know I know about her crush and hopefully we can deal with this like adults. Thank you everyone for all of your comments and support. Some of you were mean, but most of you were really helpful. I'll update again if anything changes. I'm still not sure if I should tell my boyfriend all this or if it would just make things more awkward.

Update 2. Sorry I took so long to update. With the holidays I totally forgot about Reddit. When I finally logged in this morning I saw tons of messages and notifications asking for an update. I guess a lot of people were invested in my ridiculous family drama. I'm surprised so many people cared about this. So here's what happened. My mom did end up bringing up the matter of my sister's crush when they went gift shopping a week before Christmas.

I wasn't there but my mom told me about it after. Apparently they were in the mall food court having lunch between stores when my mom casually mentioned that she was excited to meet my boyfriend at Christmas. My sister got tense and my mom asked her directly what her problem was with him. My sister seemed ashamed and embarrassed when she realized we all knew about it. My mom didn't outright say I knew about the crush, but I guess my sister could tell from how my mom was talking that someone had spilled the beans. My sister tried to play it off and said it wasn't that big of a deal and tried to claim that

wasn't why she didn't want my boyfriend to come. She tried to say again that she just didn't want a stranger at Christmas, but my mom called her out on it. My mom wasn't having it and pushed her to give a real reason or she would be inviting my boyfriend to all future family functions I attended and she didn't want to hear another word about it. My mom can be pretty fierce when she wants to be, and I guess my sister realized she wasn't going to win this one. She said my sister got upset but finally did admit she just felt weird that the guy she liked so much never noticed her but noticed her little sister and she just felt icky about the whole situation.

It wasn't even about still having feelings for him, she insisted, but about the embarrassment of facing someone who she had made a fool of herself over as a teenager. She told my mom she didn't want to be around him as it would make her feel like that desperate, insecure teenager all over again and she was super embarrassed by her teenage self. She was mortified at the thought of him somehow finding out how obsessed she had been with him and thought it would be incredibly awkward for everyone. My mom told her that was valid, but she doesn't get to dictate who I date and bring around based on a high school crush from years ago. She suggested my sister speak to me and try to come to an understanding. My mom called to tell me this after she got home and I kind of expected sister to call me that evening, but she didn't. I was going to wait to speak with my BF until after I had this conversation with my sister, but I ended up hanging out with him that night and just told him everything I had learned.

I was nervous about it, but I felt like he deserved to know why my sister was being so weird about him coming to Christmas. I tried to be sensitive about it and not make my sister sound crazy, but I did tell him the broad strokes about her having had a big crush on him in high school and feeling awkward about seeing him now. He was surprised at first and then got this look of realization. like something suddenly made sense to him. He said there had been a couple times in high school

where he thought she was acting a little strange around him, but he never connected the dots. He actually apologized for anything he had done to play a part in the situation and I told him he had nothing to be sorry for from my understanding of the situation. He didn't even know she liked him. I said I would understand if he no longer wanted to be with me if he was now uncomfortable with all this drama. He told me I was absolutely bats-hit crazy for thinking he would live.

leave me over something like this. He said he really likes me and my family drama is nothing compared to some of the stuff his family polls. I showed him both Reddit posts and we laughed over some of the crazy far-fetched comments, some of you are wild, and he reminded me to take Reddit opinions with a grain of salt next time I seek Internet counsel. Then nothing much happened for a couple days. I saw my sister around the house, but we were both kind of avoiding the topic. My parents were acting normal, but I could tell my mom was waiting for us to work it out. It was this weird tension where everyone knew what was going on but no one was talking about it. My sister did end up calling me the next day and asked to come over to talk. When she got to my parents' house,

she looked really sheepish and immediately apologized for acting crazy and shutting down me bringing my boyfriend without talking to me about it first. She said she had been caught off guard when I told her who I was dating and she reacted badly. I thanked her for apologizing. I thanked her for and asked her to explain her reasoning in her own words. She was reluctant at first but finally opened up. She basically told me the same thing she told my mom about being embarrassed and uncomfortable. She said she had been so obsessed with him in high school and had done some embarrassing things to try to get his attention that she was mortified at the thought of seeing him again.

She said she had eventually gotten over it and moved on in college, but hearing his name again brought back all those feelings of embarrassment. She was worried he might have known about her crush and would think she had something to do with us meeting, or that I was some weird way for her to get close to him by proxy. I asked if she still had feelings for my boyfriend and she actually laughed and said no that ship has long sailed and she really truly is happy in her current relationship. Her B.F also knows everything about this situation as she confided in him. She just doesn't want to face my B.F. knowing how intense her feelings were and she feels there is

no way he couldn't have noticed. She said her current boyfriend actually encouraged her to talk to me and work it out because it was silly to let a high school crush ruin our holiday. I assured her my boyfriend said he has no bad memories of her and is interested in getting to know her as my sister with a clean slate. I told her he had no idea she had feelings for him back then and he's not the type to be weird about it now. I also promised her I would never tell him about any of the specific embarrassing things she did, and I haven't. My sister said she would try to move past her discomfort and was looking forward to seeing us both at Christmas, which was a huge relief. I asked if she wanted to maybe meet him for coffee before the big family gathering so it wouldn't be so awkward,

but she said she'd rather just rip the band-aid off and get it over with. So with that my BF did end up coming to Christmas and it was great. My sister gave him a bit of an awkward greeting and they didn't interact a ton, but we all played games together and my parents loved him. My dad particularly got along with him and they spent like an hour talking about some boring history documentary they had both watched. My BF was super nice to my sister and acted completely normal, not weird at all. He said later he didn't feel uncomfortable in the slightest. My sister relaxed as the evening went on and by dessert they were even having a normal conversation about a TV show they both watch. It was honestly so lovely and I feel like the awkwardness my sister is feeling will fade with time.

She texted me after she and her BF left that we made a great couple and she was again sorry for almost ruining my Christmas. She said seeing us together made her realize how ridiculous she had been and that it was obvious we were good for each other. I told her I forgive her and love her always. We're planning to have dinner next week, just the four of us, me, my BF, my sister, and her BF. to try to make things more normal. Thank you all again for all of your comments, advice, suggestions, and support.

I really do love Reddit sometimes. And for those asking, yes, my BF and I are still going strong. We're actually talking about moving in together when our current leases are up in a few months, but don't tell my family yet. One dramatic conversation at a time is enough. I hope you enjoy this story. Relative blamed me for inappropriate behavior and my family expelled me, terminated my financial support for higher education, now she's suffering from a severe illness and confessed the truth,

yet my family remains indifferent. Me to keep quiet. When I was 18, my cousin, let's call her Jade, decided to falsely accuse me of S.A., and unfortunately, my entire family bought the story. Jade is four years older than me and we used to be close when we were kids. but eventually, we just grew apart. She is my uncle's daughter, who happens to be a single father. My mom's younger brother, my uncle, got married to his ex-wife when they were really young

because he got her pregnant. But she ended up cheating on him and that marriage ended within a couple of years. She tried to stay in touch with Jade for a few years, but eventually, she moved away with her new boyfriend, and since then, they have not had any contact. My uncle was a respectable man, and he was the kind of person who would struggle through everything on his own, but never accept help from anyone. He was a single father and it was kind of admirable how he had dedicated his entire life to raising his daughter, so much so that he never even got serious with anyone else after his divorce with his ex. Until Jade was 18, her father took

care of everything and even had a college fund set aside for her. But after that, when she said that she wanted to continue studying, her father told her that he had done everything in his power to fund her education, but now, she was going to have to be on her own because he had to look out for his own retirement as well. And I think that was a pretty fair way to deal with the situation because if she wanted to pursue higher studies, that should have been on her own dime and not her father's because by then, she was definitely old enough to be working. But she did not agree with that and she believed that her dad should continue to fund her education for as long as she wants to study, and they had a lot of fights about it. As a result, she ended up spending a lot of time with my

family because every time that she would end up fighting with her father, she would come to my mom and vent to her. I, personally, thought that my uncle was being quite reasonable, but I never said anything about it because Jade would come over to speak to my mom and not me so it was not my place to comment. Anyway, one day she came home, unannounced, like she usually did and my parents were not home. I don't remember exactly where they were, they had probably gone out for a party, but I remember being the only person back home. So when she showed up, I instantly told her that my mother was not there, and I thought that

she would go away after that, but she decided to sit inside the living room because apparently she just needed some time away from her father because they had just gotten into yet another horrible fight. To be honest, I had heard enough about her fights with her father because she used to be very loud when she would come over to talk to my mother, and I wasn't really interested in hearing it again. But since my mom was not there, she started venting to me about it, and I think she was expecting me to be just as sympathetic towards her as my mother had been but I had very different opinions on the situation. So when she started ranting about her father again, I cut her off, and I told her that my mother might have fed into her delusions, but I thought that what my uncle

was doing was perfectly reasonable. I told her that he had dedicated his entire life to raising her to be a competent and capable independent woman, so now it was her chance to prove him right and if she really wanted to pursue a master's degree and then get a doctorate, she would have to do what everyone else does and pay for it all herself. She was also a STEM major, and I knew that whatever job she would eventually find, it would be enough for her to support herself. All she had to do was at least try, but she just kept insisting that it would be just too much for her to handle and she couldn't work as well as study. So I told her that if she had already made up her mind that it was impossible for her to start working and continue her education,

then maybe she should just give up on higher studies. But it was really really, you know, and it was really unfair of her to demand that her father continued to pay for everything, especially after he had done so much for her and instead of being grateful for it, she was acting like he was the villain here. I guess she hadn't expected that reality check and as soon as I said all of this to her, she started yelling at me and told me that I was a horrible human being and that I would never understand what she was going through because I was a privileged brat and didn't even deserve to have the support that I did. If I'm being honest, I thought she was more of a privileged brat than I was, but whatever, she yelled at me for a couple of minutes and then ran out of the house crying.

I did not go after her because, like I said, I was not interested in hearing her cry about the same thing over and over again. But I definitely had not expected what happened after that because the next day, I got accused of S.A. by her and my entire world turned upside down because of that one accusation. And now, when people are finally finding out that she had lied about everything, my family is blowing up my phone after not having spoken to me for the past three years. Anyway, the day after Jade and I had that fight, my parents woke me up in the morning, and I still remember everything as clearly as yesterday because it was probably the most traumatizing day of my life. They woke me up saying that my uncle and Jade were there to

see me and apparently, it was very important. I had no idea what had happened by then, but once I came downstairs, Jade started screaming about how I'd sat her the previous night and started faking a breakdown. My uncle looked extremely disturbed and my parents were also very shocked. Since she was not in a condition to speak, at least she was pretending that she wasn't. My uncle was the one who did all the talking, and he told my parents that when she had come back home that day after she had fought with him, she had been crying relentlessly, and eventually, he had managed to actually get what had happened out of her. She had gone back home to her father and told him that apparently, since my parents were not

at home, I had lured her in and then, well, done what she accused me of. He couldn't even look at me and my parents were also avoiding looking at me. I tried to protest and I tried to claim that I didn't do it, but nobody was listening to me. It was horrible because even though I hadn't done anything, people were already treating me like a criminal. Right in front of me, my parents started begging for forgiveness and told my uncle not to report me or to go public with this and said that they were ready to do anything that it took to fix the situation. No matter how hard I cried out, my parents and my uncle completely ignored my existence in the room and it got so frustrating, the way they were ignoring me and talking to each other,

that I picked up a vase out of frustration and threw it at the wall just so they would pay attention to me. But that kind of backfired, because my dad lost his temper and grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to my room and then shut me inside. I kept banging against the door until my fists and arms started hurting because there was no way I was going to let Jade get away with this. It was a huge lie to tell and it might have even ruined my reputation, but unfortunately, my dad did not let me out of the room until my uncle and Jade had left. When he finally opened the door, I started crying immediately, and I tried to tell them that I hadn't done anything of the sort, but they told

me that they had watched the security footage from the cameras outside our house and they knew that Jade had actually come over the previous evening and had run out of the house, crying. A couple of minutes later. And judging by the way she had run out crying, they had chosen to believe her. They said that Jade literally did not have any reason to lie about what had happened and told me that they were ashamed of the kind of son that they had raised. My mother was in tears and couldn't bring her out to say anything, but my dad told me that with every difficulty, they had managed to get my uncle and Jade to promise that they were not going to take any sort of legal action against me. But this meant that they would also have to promise them something in return

and Jade and my uncle had demanded that I be sent far, far away so that she wouldn't have to see me around and relive the traumatic experience. So after a lot of discussion, my dad decided that he was going to send me away to live with my great uncle who lives in Loa. He was the least liked family member because of his terrible attitude and anger issues and my dad knew that I did not like him at all. But that was the place farthest away from my family, and my dad told me that this was the only solution, so now I just had to accept it and not only were they going to send me away but they had also told Jade that they were going to take away the college fund that they had set aside for me and give it all to her. Just so they would keep it all quiet. I tried to protest, but there was no talking to them. And eventually, I gave up because I just didn't see the point of anything anymore since even my own parents did not seem to trust me.

I was also able to figure out that Jade had probably accused me falsely of such things, simply because she wanted something to hold against my parents so that she could extract money from them because her own father would never accept help of any kind, especially financial, not even from his own family. Anyway, within a couple of days of that incident, I was all packed up and ready to leave, and my parents did not even bother to hug me or wish me goodbye. For the next couple of days, my parents pretended that I was not even at home and I was under house arrest, so I couldn't even say goodbye to any of my friends. They had taken away my phone and told me that if I did not go off the grid and practically

disappeared from everybody's life, they would go with themselves and then my life would be ruined. So I was forced to cut ties with everyone from my past and move away from everything that I knew, all because of a lie that Jade had told. A couple of days after that incident, my great-uncle showed up to pick me up and I was sent off to live with him in an exile of sorts. Since then, I have had no contact with anyone from my past,

not my family and not my friends, and I've had to completely restart my life. When I first moved away with my great uncle, it was very difficult for me to adjust to his ways because he would constantly taught me throughout the day, even though he didn't even know why I'd been kicked out. But the fact that I had been kicked out was enough for him to hold it against me and constantly mock me about it.

And I've already talked about how he had a terrible attitude and issues with anger, so I had to walk on eggshells around him. I knew that my parents were sending him money every month, but he still pretended like he was doing me a huge favor by letting me stay with him. I knew that I wouldn't be able to live with him, and after the first few weeks, I decided that there was no point in crying over spilled milk. My parents had cut me off and I was forbidden from having any contact with anyone from my previous life, so all I could do was make the best of the situation and I decided to start

applying for jobs. I couldn't go to college anyway, I knew that because even though I had been accepted into the college of my choice, I didn't have the money or the means to go there. So I started applying to jobs after a few weeks of moping around and after a couple of interviews, I was finally able to get a job as a warehouse worker. It didn't pay much and I was miserable because of how physically draining the job was, but at least when I got my first salary, I was able to move out of my horrible great-uncle's place. I was lucky enough to have a couple of co-workers around the same age as me, who were also struggling with money.

We became close friends, and three of us decided to pitch in and get an apartment together, so that's how I was able to move out of my great-uncle's house and I didn't even bother to tell him because I knew that for him, it would be a good riddance anyway. After I moved out from his place, I never heard from any of my family members again. For the past three years, I've been living with the same people that I got my first apartment with and we have all been incredibly lucky because after working for a few months in the warehouse, all three of us decided to continue looking for better opportunities, since we were always too physically exhausted.

Over the past three years, we have changed a lot of jobs and have been putting aside money because all three of us want to go to college. They have also had their fair share of struggles, but that's not relevant. Anyway, right now, I'm working in sales and I'm making a decent amount and I've been thinking about reapplying to colleges. As for my two friends, they are also doing well, and we have recently also moved into a bigger apartment in a much nicer neighborhood. But of course, now that things have started looking up for me,

my family thinks that it's the perfect time to try and get back into my life. life. As I had said, I have had no contact with them for the past three years, so I was quite surprised when my dad reached out to me through email a few days back. I'm not active on any social media, since that had been one of the rules that my parents had set when they kicked me out, and I had been very paranoid about them spreading the story and ruining my reputation in life if I went against the rules, so I had stuck to it. My email address has not changed in the past three years, and I have never blocked them anywhere, even though they have. Anyway, I was very surprised to hear from him because, after everything that happened, I had

genuinely not expected it. When I read the email, it was basically just an apology for everything that had happened over the past three years and he wanted me to give him my address and contact info so that he could reach out to me properly. He had provided me with his own contact info as well, in case I wanted to reach out to him on my own time. The reason he was apologizing and trying to reach out to me in the first place at all, was because Jade had finally realized that it was time that she told everyone the truth about what had really happened. She was on her deathbed, and I guess she had finally developed a conscience or something, but for whatever reason, she had decided to tell her father the truth about what had happened and he had spoken

to my parents. So after learning the truth, my parents decided to reach the truth. So, after learning the truth, my parents decided to reach out to me once again. But coming on to what has happened with Jade, she has been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and it's very unlikely that she's going to make it. She's been suffering for the past eight months, and her condition is only deteriorating, even though the treatment is still ongoing.

And no, she wasn't even able to make good use of all the money that she received from my college fund after she screwed me over. She wasted it all away with her terrible life choices because instead of pursuing her master's degree, she decided to take a gap year with all that money and travel the world so she could expand her horizons and truly find herself. She came back around a year and a half ago and she had already eaten away at more than half of her savings

because she wanted to live luxuriously. So by the time she came back, she had very little money left and started asking my parents for more, but my uncle threatened to cut her off if she took any more money from my parents. So she was forced to give up on the idea of college because with whatever money she had left, she couldn't afford a master's degree without working and that's not something that she wanted. But she still had some money left, so she could have put it to good use and at least work to build more capital.

However, I guess that year-long vacation had made her lazy and she was already pretty spoiled. So she went on to waste even more of her money by buying an apartment and continuing to live beyond her means, even though she still hadn't even started looking for a job. Finally, she was able to find a job about a year ago, but then she was diagnosed with cancer and had to quit. And now, she has had to sell the apartment and everything else that she bought because she needs the money. And I don't want to come off as insensitive,

but after reading what had happened with her, I felt really great because she did not need any enemies since she herself was her own biggest enemy. Once I was done reading the email, I had to think about whether I wanted to get back in touch with my parents or not, and I decided to speak to my friends about it. This also meant that I finally had to tell them the truth about why I had been kicked out of my house by my parents because initially, I had only told them that we had had a bunch of disagreements and that's why they had kicked me out, but I hadn't told them the real reason. But after that email, I finally discussed it with my friends because I really didn't have anybody else to speak to about it. I told them everything about Jade and how she had lied and thrown me under the bus.

Then I told them all about my parents as well and how they had believed her over me. Not only had they kicked me out and sent me to live with the worst relative possible, but they had also forced me to cut everyone from my past off and had actually threatened to ruin my reputation themselves if I went against them. My friends could actually hardly believe what I was telling them while I was narrating everything to them, and after I was done, they told me that there was no way that they would get back in touch with my parents and forgive them if they were in my place. And I'm taking it seriously because it's coming from my closest friends and pretty much the only ones that I have at this point. I wouldn't have thought about it much if they had just

told me not to get back in touch with my parents and just let it go, but they think that I should speak up about what happened to me because, for the past three years, I've been living in fear, even though I haven't really done anything. They are right, to be honest. I have had to give up so much of my life because somebody told a lie about me and my parents went with it. So if I want to reclaim that, I need to speak up about what happened to me. But before doing that, I decided to tell my parents that I was going to go with the story and the real version of what happened because people deserve to know. And I don't really care if Jade is on her deathbed or whatever, she ruined my life and now I'm going to reclaim it. So I texted the number

that my dad had sent me and I told him whatever I was going to do because I already had the screenshots of the email that he had sent me, confirming that Jade had been lying so now I could post about it on social media. And forget about posting, I could finally have social media again. I wasn't asking him for permission, but I guess he misread the situation and now, he and my mother and even my uncle are blowing up my phone, requesting me not to do this because Jade already has been through a lot and she is suffering like never before. So she has already received her karma and I don't need to punish her even more. They want me not to go public with the truth because that's going to ruin her reputation and

they think that I can come back and return to everything that I left behind without telling people the truth about why I left in the first place and nobody's going to question it. And they're right, I can't do that, but I don't really think that I want to because Jade took away a huge part of my life and even my friends think that it's perfectly within reason for me to post the truth. It's not to get back at her, it's just so that people know what has happened and I don't think you think that there are a lot of reasonable excuses to disappear from everybody's life for three years and then come back again. Besides, I don't even plan on going back to the city, I'm content enough here. But I do miss my friends and a lot of my

relatives who were good to me, so I think at least they deserve to know the truth. My parents and my uncle have been blowing up my phone relentlessly, though, which is the only thing that has been stopping me from posting. Jade is apparently not in good shape at all, and they have been practically begging me not to post about anything. So whipped up if I went ahead anyway and posted the truth about why I'd had to leave everything behind for three years and expose my cousin, even though she's on her deathbed right now. Update 1, I did it, guys. I thought about it for a really long time, I consulted my friends again and again and repeatedly, and they told me the same thing. Jade and my family had taken away three years of my life that I could have spent normally, but I had to live in fear because of them, even though I hadn't

actually done anything. It would be perfectly within reason for me to retaliate, regardless of what condition Jade was in. And a lot of comments here also believe the same thing. To be honest, at the end of the day, it was my own decision, but knowing that most people are going to back me up on this made me feel a lot better. It has been a week since my original post and last night, I put up my post narrating everything that has happened in my life and why exactly I had been off the grid and out of everybody's life for the past three years. Everyone who used to know me in the past, including my friends and relatives, has reached out to me to let me know that they are there for me and that they have missed me greatly for the past three years. years. I honestly believe it because I did receive a lot of emails from a lot of people in the first couple of months. But apparently, after that, my parents told everyone not to go looking for me because I wanted to be left alone because I had been through something very traumatizing and I need

time and space to heal. So after the first few months of no contact, people stopped trying to reach out to me because they wanted to give me my space. All my friends told me that they had asked my parents about my whereabout several times, but they had never revealed it, so they couldn't get in touch with me and even a lot of my relatives told me that they had waited patiently for me to surface again. It actually made me cry a little, seeing how nobody had forgotten me and how ready everyone was to welcome me back. Most importantly, people have said that they had always found Jade very shady but getting to know this was low, even by her standards. My parents and my uncle have had nothing to say so far, and I'm hoping that they stay out because I really don't want to speak to them.

As for myself, I feel a lot more free and lightweight now that all of this is off my chest. So speaking up about what has happened with me was a good choice and I don't regret anything. Update 2. Hi. It has been a couple of days since I made that post and my parents reached out to me yesterday to let me know that they are really disappointed in me because they had only required. requested one thing. That I let sleeping dogs lie and I come up with some excuse as to why I was missing for three years but not tell everyone the truth about what had happened because Jade deserves some peace and quiet, given her condition. Apparently, after my post, she has lost pretty much all of her friends, and not even anyone from the family is willing

to speak to her anymore as if it's my fault. It was shocking that even now, they care more about what Jade is going through than what their own son has been through in the past. An apology is never going to cut it and I told them that I didn't care about their disappointment anymore. They had also let me down on multiple levels and now, they had no right to expect anything from me. If Jade deserves some peace and quiet right now, just because she's sick with cancer, I could also say the same thing about myself because when they kicked me out and sent me to live with my horrible great-uncle, I was just 18 and yet, they had no sympathy. or mercy for me. And at least I'm telling the truth, Jade had lied and she got away with it

for three years. So now, I'm going to reclaim my life and I'm not going to allow anyone to try and make me feel guilty about it. I told them never to contact me again, and that the only people they should be disappointed in are themselves. Then, I finally blocked them, something I should have done a really long time back, but I was scared and confused. However, I think speaking up about what has happened to me has given me a sense of closure and now, I don't feel the pressure to deal with my parents anymore. They and their expectations can take a hike for all I care. Update 3, Hey. So I decided to finally visit my friends and family after three long years this weekend, and it was pretty much the best decision I had ever made. I also took my roommates along with me,

for moral support more than anything else. And to be honest, they have also become so close to that we are like brothers now, and I wanted them to meet my friends as well. Everyone's been getting along great, and my friends seem overjoyed to see me. I am actually even living with one of them right now because all of them got offended when I said that I was going to be staying in a hotel. I'm going to go back in a couple of days, but my heart is just so full of joy that I can't even explain it in words. My roommates and my old friends are all living together in one of my friend's houses,

and we are having the time of our lives. I've also managed to meet quite a few of my relatives and they've told me that they have cut off my parents, my uncle, and Jade and they don't plan on having anything to do with these people ever again. And it makes me really happy that at the end of the day, people always are going to take a stand for what is right. I'm glad that I'm surrounded by people like this, who didn't forget me and love me more than my parents do. I hope you enjoy this story. Spouse declined to assist with domestic tasks while I was expecting, then he called off our journey to visit my ailing dad so he could join a male friend's getaway instead. Ignored my calls, so I finally spoke to a lawyer and filed for divorce. Recently, I started thinking about a divorce

from my husband of three years because I have been having a very hard time with him, especially after I had my son. Jason, my husband, 32M, and I, 29F, have been together for a very hard time with him, especially after I had my son. Jason, my husband, 32M, and I, 29F, have been together for five years and while we were dating, he was very nice and understanding, and it was great that both of us wanted kids, because I had always wanted to start a family. So last year, we started trying, and we conceived, and up until then, everything was great. But after I found out that I was pregnant, things got a little weird. Because I realized that he was not willing to change anything about himself to accommodate a pregnant woman. Like it was small things, but even then, I found it to be a bit inconsiderate.

He knew that I liked having a clean house, and he was a bit of a slob, it was not a problem for me, and I actually found it quite endearing earlier, but after I got pregnant, it got harder and harder for me to clean up after him. And I had to keep reminding him to clean up after himself, instead of leaving clothes and plates and wrappers lying around, but he never seemed to care much about it. Even with the household chores and stuff, we would divide them equally, but as the pregnancy progressed, I started getting more exhausted and bigger, and I needed more rest. Even the doctors had said so, but he insisted that we continue to split the work equally even though I had told him that it was getting difficult for me to do so.

These were petty things so I didn't like to make a whole issue out of it, But we did have a good number of fights over these things. I figured that he would change for good after the baby was born, but even then, I was disappointed. It's been two months now, and he is still quite inconsiderate. Even after the baby was born, he showed no signs of changing, and continued to stick to his old ways. Literally nothing in his life seems to have been affected by the birth of his child, and I find that very weird because it's not like it's just my baby. It's his son too, but I don't see him trying to take up any sort of responsibility.

I'm doing all the baby stuff, and right now, it's easy because I'm on maternity leave, but in a few weeks I'm going to have to go back. And he doesn't help me with anything at all. Either he is too tired, or he just doesn't feel like it and the only time he even interacts with the baby is when he feels like playing with him or when he wants to show his son around to family members who come over or other friends and stuff. I resent the way he has been treating me, but even then, I've been putting up with it because I've been hoping and waiting for him to change.

However, after what happened recently, I really don't think that I can keep waiting anymore. So for context, my father is not very well and hasn't been for the past couple of months. He lives a little far away, and he really wanted to be there for me after the baby was born, but unfortunately, due to his poor health, he couldn't come see us. So I decided to visit him myself with my husband and the baby, and we decided to make a whole trip out of it, because it takes seven hours to drive to his place. I figured that we could make a road trip and a little weekend getaway out of this. I suggested this plan to my husband two weeks ago, and he agreed, and at the time, he seemed into it. So I told my father about

it, and we were all set. But the night before we were supposed to leave, he just randomly came back home from work and told me that he would not be able to come with us because one of his friends was back in town and they were planning on having a boy's trip this weekend. He said that his friend was only going to be visiting for a week, and we could just visit my dad the next weekend. By then, I was already pretty annoyed with him, and I put my foot down and I told him that this was more important to me. And for once, instead of being so inconsiderate, he should think about me. I didn't want to be the one driving, because I'm already exhausted all the time, and I didn't want to take that risk. So I needed him to come with me, but he didn't seem to care, and he just kept

arguing with me, and we got into a huge fight. He slept in the guest room and when I woke up the next day, he was already gone. He had left a note on the fridge, saying that he had gone off on the trip with his friends, and we could discuss this later when he came back home. I knew that he would be gone for the weekend, but even then, I tried to call him and text him and he didn't respond. I really don't think that I've ever been more angry in my life, and that was it for me. That was the point at which I snapped, so I packed a bunch of my things, good enough for a few days. And I took my son and his stuff, and I asked a friend to drive me to my dad's place. Because I had promised him that I was going to visit, and he still hadn't seen his grandson,

and I needed to be away from home for a while. So I've been staying with him for the past couple of days, and I've told him everything that's been going on, and he thinks that I have put up with enough. Even after the weekend, when Jason tried to finally call me after he was done with his trip and had come back home and found me gone, I continued to stay with my father and on the phone, I told him that I needed to stay away from him for a while. I told him that after everything that had happened, it was not just about the trip anymore, it was about his behavior in general, and I didn't know if I could continue like this anymore.

I told him that I needed some time and space to clear my head and in the end, if I didn't feel like I could work things out with him anymore, then I would talk to a lawyer and we could get this over with. At that, I think you finally realized how deep this goes, and he started begging me to come back home. But at the same time, he did try to make me feel like I was overreacting a little bit. It was really confusing, because in the same breath, he was apologizing to me, and he was also trying to make me feel like I was taking this way too far and we could just sort things out without this fuss. And I have been thinking about it for a while, and I don't know if I'm making way too big a deal out of this or not. Ida right now for suggesting ending our marriage because my husband

decided to cancel a trip to my father's place so he could go out with his friends for the weekend. Edit, guys, so I did not mention what health condition my dad has exactly because I did not want to mention any personal details. But since a lot of you have been asking, it's osteoarthritis, and in the past few months, he's been having several flare-ups. So we did not think that it would be wise for him to make such a long journey, because seven hours in a car or in a bus would be a lot for him to handle. And that's why he was not able to come visit us. As for whether Jason tried to contact me while he was away on the trip or not, no, he did not. I tried to reach out to him several times while I was at my father's place

during the weekend, but he was simply ignoring me throughout. He did not even call to ask about our son, so I think I have earned the right to be mad at him right now. Obviously, I hate the idea of filing for a divorce, because it's not like I absolutely love him or whatever. But I don't like the way he's been treating me, and right now, my priority is me and my son. I would want to work things out with him, but his attitude right now is putting me off. Update 1, hi, so it's been a week that I'd been staying with my dad. I initially planned on staying with him just for a couple of days, but I'm going back home tomorrow. Because ultimately, it's not like I can run away from the problem and expect it to go away.

At the end of the day, I'm going to have to confront Jason, talk to him about whatever has been happening, and then we'll see what we can do about it. He has been trying to reach out to me relentlessly for the past one week, because I think he has finally realized that he really messed up and he doesn't want to let me go. Initially, he was trying to make me feel guilty for behaving like this, and was trying to make it seem like I was overreacting. But for the past couple of days, he seems truly desperate to have me back. I've been quite cold and distant, because right now, I don't think I've forgiven him totally. I don't think that I have forgiven him at all. I really don't know how to feel about the situation

that we are in right now. But one thing that I know for sure is that I don't think that I'll be able to come to a decision until I speak to him in person and try to sort things out at least once. I spoke to my dad about it, and most of the people in the comments also said the same thing, that I should talk to him and see if I can work it out with him. But I'm really grateful to everybody who reassured me that I was not the awe here, because for a while, I was really questioning my sanity. Anyway, I'm going to go back home and see how it goes with Jason. So, wish me luck.

Update 2, Hey Everyone. So it's been three days since my last update, and for the past two days, days, I've been at home and I finally did get to speak to Jason. This is going to be a bit of a long update. I'm just warning you guys in the beginning itself. Now, coming to the point, let me start off by talking about what happened when I finally came back home. I had had a friend drive me to my dad's place, and this time too, I had a friend drive me back home. I could have called Jason, but right now, I didn't think that would be good for me. And he was not expecting me to come back home, I hadn't told him when I was returning, so he was quite surprised when I let myself into the house.

When I entered, he had been sitting on the couch and watching some game on the television. But he turned everything off as soon as I entered, and immediately turned all his attention towards me, and that was nice because a long time had passed since that had happened. Usually, he just continued doing whatever he was doing and this kind of behavior had pretty much stopped just a few months after we had moved in together. So at that point, I thought that maybe, if he could put in more of an effort, we could work things out. But then, as soon as he started talking, I lost that feeling. Because even though he had been quite desperate to have me come back in the past couple of days, as soon as I was back, he started taking me for granted

again. He didn't apologize to me for anything when he saw me first, he just turned off the TV, and then immediately started lecturing me about how he did not expect this kind of behavior from me. He told me that I had been impulsive, I had been selfish, and worst of all, had been extremely inconsiderate of him as well. He started telling me that he had been worried sick for the past couple of days, and that's why he had been begging for me to come back, but now that I was finally back, he felt like he could finally be open and frank with me without the risk of me running off and trying to escape the problem at hand. I actually had no idea what he was even getting at, because his behavior in person was so different from how he had been behaving on text for the past

few days. So I was just stunned and silent for the first couple of minutes while he spoke. He was basically justifying himself. He said that it's not like he gets to hang out with his friends very frequently, and these were his friends from school and they're scattered all over the world, so they don't really get the opportunity to get together so often. So for once, the timings find finally worked out for everyone, and he said that it was very inconsiderate and selfish of me not to let him have his fun just for once. And he also told me that the way I had behaved made him afraid that I had become a little too emotional and hormonal after the pregnancy, because clearly, I had no control over my emotions and I was just doing whatever I wanted to get back at him, without caring about how it would

affect our marriage. I was shocked at the way he was speaking to me, because, judging by the way he had been speaking to me for the past few days, it felt like a whole different person was in front of me right now. Anyway, when I finally managed to speak, I told him that I had clearly made a mistake by coming back so early, and I had made an even bigger mistake by thinking that maybe I could sort things out with him because he did not deserve it. In his mind, he was obviously the victim, and he was not ready to entertain the idea that maybe he had been putting me through a lot. It was only I who was the villain, and he was the one suffering. It couldn't have been any other way around, because obviously, I made him feel guilty for going on that trip,

but it was very convenient and easy to ignore the fact that he had been making me do all the hard work around the house for several months now. And it's not just the housework, it was the child's work as well, and never had he ever bothered to lend me a helping hand. And I told him that he had really let me down as a father. And now, I did not plan on staying with him anymore because even though I was married, I really felt like a single mom I had been feeling that way for several months, and I had given him several chances to change, but he didn't bother. Even recently, it was not just about the trip, if he had been helping me all along and had just asked for one little break so he could go out with his friends, I wouldn't have had a problem. Because

everyone deserves a break, and I would have been fine with it. But the problem was that not only was he not helping me out, he was also going back on his word, and it was a bunch of incidents that piled up and led to this reaction that I had. And if he couldn't see that, then I didn't know what to say to him. I told him that he had been extremely selfish, and I couldn't deal with him right now. I already had my bags with me, so I was about to go back out, but then, he started telling me that I couldn't just run away from the situation again. And if I had a problem with him, then I had to talk to him and let him know. Because otherwise, he wouldn't be able to guess anything and that would mean that he wouldn't be able to solve anything. At that point, I was pretty exhausted,

because I had been traveling with a baby and it's not that easy. But even then, I thought that I should fight back and talk to him because he should at least know what his fault exactly was. So I still spoke to him and I told him that I had told him that I did not like the way he was behaving and treating me and our son several times, and even now, he was acting as if he was hearing about this for the first time. It was as if he never paid any attention to the things I said, and it was getting extremely frustrating for me.

So I was not running away from the problem, I was dealing with the problem by staying away from it, because I was done now, and I couldn't just keep on giving him more chances and let him disappoint me again and again. And then, I started turning around to leave once again, but he blocked my way. He was pretty quick, and he stood in between me and the door, and he told me that he needed me to understand that he was also really exhausted from work and stuff, and I was not the only person who was working. Granted, I was the one having to do all the work. at home, all the baby stuff and things like that, but he was having to work overtime as well to bring in more money. So I needed to be more understanding of that as well. And by then, his tone had changed,

he was being a little more polite, and he sounded desperate again, but I did not want to engage with him. Because he was right, he did have to work overtime, but it was practically nothing compared to what I was having to do. I did not get a single moment of rest from the moment I wake up and up until when I go to sleep. And even after I go to sleep, sometimes I have to wake up for feedings in the night. He never helps me with that either, and I really don't think that it's fair for him to complain and compare our situations. Because we had had had this discussion earlier as well, and I had told him that I would much rather have him helping me out at home than him working overtime, because in a few weeks, I was going to go back to work anyway. And we had our savings,

and I did get paid on maternity leave, so I don't understand why he had to go out of his way to try and increase our income. I had done the math, and we would get by just fine with the amount of money that we were earning, which is why I would have preferred for him to help me at home rather than trying to work extra. And when I brought this up with him, we got into an argument, and I really did not want to stand there and bicker with him. So I just pushed him away, and I got into the car and I started driving. He did try to stop me, he kept screaming at me not to go away. and he kept telling me that I needed to stay and sort things out with him, but I was done. I was exhausted, both mentally and physically, and I just needed to be away from him for a while.

Besides, this whole interaction with him had left me with a bad taste in my mouth, so after driving around for a bit, I decided to crash at a friend's place. This is the same friend who drove me back and forth from my dad's house. We are very close, she's been one of my closest friends since high school, and when I told her what had happened, she told me that she was completely fine with me staying with her for as long as I needed to. So that's where I'm staying right now, and I have blocked Jason, because I really don't want to talk to him. But I did tell him that I am staying with my friend, in case he wanted to meet his son, because I don't have the right to stop him from doing that, at least not legally right now. Neither do I plan on using my son against him or whatever. I don't

think that's good for any of us. All I want is a clean break, and that's why I'm going to speak to a lawyer as soon as possible, and get all of this over with. Because I have tried my very best with him, I've tried to be as patient as possible, but he just doesn't seem to get it. He doesn't get it, he doesn't appreciate me, he doesn't value me. And I cannot spend the rest of my life with a man like this, being a single mother, in spite of being married to a perfectly capable and competent man. And in spite of being perfectly capable and competent, he's choosing to weaponize his incompetence, so that I end up doing more work than he does and even then, he gets to complain about how hard he has to work in the office. I just don't think it's fair anymore, and I'm done with this kind of

crap. Update 3. Hello, guys, so I spoke to a lawyer and I filed for a divorce, and currently, I'm still staying with my friend, but I am looking for an apartment separately. Although, I might stop soon, because my friend insists that I stay with her. All I'll have to do is split the cost of living and that's it, but she thinks that it would be a good idea for me to stay with her. That way, she can help me out with the baby as well, and she thinks that I could do with a break right now. She's a darling, and I really appreciate this, so I might just take her up on this offer. Plus, she works from home and in all honesty, I think this would be good for her as well. because a couple of weeks ago, she broke up with her boyfriend of six years since he had been

cheating on her, so I think this will be good enough of a distraction for both of us and we will be able to come out of whatever we are facing as stronger individuals with each other's help. Anyway, having said that, recently, Jason was served with the divorce papers and I really did not know what to expect out of him. But, thankfully, he took a couple of days, and then, he responded to it. The terms of my petition had been pretty fair, so he agreed. to all of it. I think he's just resigned to the situation now, because he hasn't made any attempts to contact me and neither has he come over to see our son, even though he knows where I am. I had sent him that message before blocking him, but that doesn't seem to make a difference to him.

Anyway, it doesn't matter, because we did come up with a custody arrangement for our son as well. I get to keep him for most of the week, and he can have the weekends with our son, at least until he's a bit older. But right now, I think it's better for the baby to have a little more time with me, because I'm more accustomed to what needs to be done and because of the limited time that he has spent with the baby, Jason might need more time. So far, I don't think that he has a problem with this arrangement, so I think that's what we are going to go ahead with. It's not going to be easy, and it actually makes me really sad, but there is really not much that we can do about it. I do miss him a lot. I've been crying myself to sleep for a couple of days.

But I know that I have to be strong for the sake of my son. The life that I have been leading up till now, that's not what I wanted for myself or for him. So now, whatever I have to do to make a better life, I'm going to do that. Update 4. Hey. So, it's been a couple of months since I filed for a divorce, and a few days ago, it came through. Jason and I have had very limited interactions in the past few months ever since we filed for a divorce, and they've been very cold and awkward.

But after the divorce came through, we did meet for one last time, and he told me that he really regretted whatever had happened. He said that he was very sorry about how he had behaved, but he still maintained that I could have sorted things out with him and maybe we could have made it work. I did not want to argue with him, especially after everything had been done already, so I just agreed. But in reality, I know that nothing could have been done at that point. The truth was that I had tried my very very very much.

best, and he couldn't see that. I was exhausted all the time, I was angry and upset, and I felt hurt because of him, and he didn't seem to care about it. So in a situation like that, I really don't think that I could have tried any better. I had to think about myself as well, I had to prioritize my own mental health too, which is why I chose to leave. I know that it probably wouldn't feel the same way to him, he probably thinks that I just gave up on them way too easily, and he's entitled to his opinion. But I know how hard I tried, and that's good enough for me. Update 5, hey, everyone.

So, it's been close to six months since my divorce came through, and I'm doing a lot better now. Almost a year ago, I was quite miserable because I was in an unhappy marriage, but right now, both Jason and I are doing much better. I guess somewhere along the line, we just stopped understanding each other as well as we used to, and it's good that I filed for a divorce, because I don't think that we would have been happy together.

He's dating somebody else right now, and I thought that I would be upset about it, but I'm actually not. It's not serious, but he did ask me if he could introduce the woman to our son in a couple of months, and I'm thinking about it right now. Dating is off the table for me at the moment. I'm just all about work and my son.

I recently moved into a new apartment. It's a lot bigger than what I'm used to, but I needed this place because I've decided that my dad can move in with me. He can help out with my son as well, so that's convenient. So we are going to split the rent, and that way, it's going to work. Jason and I meet on the weekends whenever we are picking up and dropping off our son, and we are cordial. My friend also visits me quite a few times a week, and with my dad moving in, I think I'm quite content with my life right now.

I hope you enjoy this story. Spouse was discussing his former union at a POWs event and mentioned that if his late partner entered the room at that moment, he would resume their relationship. Off. My, 34F, husband, 37M, was married once before me. She was his high school sweetheart. They started dating their junior year, survived long distance during college, and got married when they were both 23 very shortly after graduating college.

She passed away unexpectedly at age 26 from an aneurysm and it obviously devastated him, especially because they were extremely young. They never had children. He contemplated remarrying because he was so heartbroken, but we ended up meeting about four years after that. We got married when I was 31 and he was 34 and have two children. Last night, we were at a friend potluck gathering. Everything was going well until one of our friends brought up a new topic

that had to do with relationships. She is newly divorced, so it was about her divorce. Others were chiming in with past relationships from high school, college, etc. I had said I never thought I would get married because my luck with men has always been terrible until I met my husband and I said I felt very lucky to have met him. After a little while longer, my husband brings up his deceased wife. Everyone knows he was married before me and that she passed. He was talking about her and then drops a bomb and goes if she walked through that front door right now,

I'd pick up where we left off if I am being honest. It felt like someone put my heart into a blender and punched me in the gut as hard as they could. Everyone in the room could sense the awkwardness that followed. To avoid making a scene, I just laughed it off even though I think it was still obvious that it hurt me. I just felt that if you still felt that way, then why are we married? I've never asked him to get over his wife. I have never had a deceased spouse or even a deceased partner. so I am unsure how that feels.

But I would never say that in front of my new spouse. After the gathering, we left and I did not speak to him the entire car ride home or barely the entire night. I did tell him that what he said hurt my feelings deeply and that we could talk in the morning once I've calmed down because I didn't want to say something mean to him. I ended up sleeping on the couch because he would not leave me alone. It's now the next morning and I barely slept. He is still sleeping. I'm not really sure what to say or what he will say update.

This may be a long one I also tried to reply to as many comments as I could, but they were flooding in and I got a bit overwhelmed. May still try to read and reply to them. Many brought me to joyous and grateful tears. Less than three also, alcohol was not involved in the sense that he wasn't drunk. My husband is six feet three inches and almost 250 pounds. He had eaten quite a bit and had one beer. He was practically sober anyway. We talked.

I asked him to let me go first and to not interrupt. He doesn't usually interrupt anyway. This isn't verbatim. Just a rough sketch of how things went. I also included point some of you made. Without mentioning I posted about this, of course. Me, I just want to say that I do not hate you for what you said. I understand where you were coming from.

She died and it was something neither of you saw coming. I could never ask you to get over her or to forget her because I know how much you loved her. She was your first love. I do understand that if she hadn't passed, we likely would not be together and you two likely would be. I have always understood this. But to say what you said hurt my feelings and embarrassed me. and even though her coming back from the dead is impossible, if it were, you would leave me and the children. It was probably one of the worst things anyone has ever said to me.

It is clear your feelings about her are still raw and it still hurts and I want you to get counseling and I want couples counseling very, very soon. He then apologized profusely, teared up and said how he did not mean to hurt me and embarrass me in front of our friends. He basically said that he thought about it before he went to sleep. and came to the realization that he should have kept it to himself. I mean I can't be angry for what he thinks. He loved her and she died. His feelings are also valid here.

Also said that he would never leave me and the children and that what he said was just a poorly thought out and poorly worded statement. That he was not thinking clearly and when he said it, he immediately felt that maybe it came out wrong. I asked him how he would feel if I said that to him. He says yeah. It's bad. I know.

I shouldn't have said it. I wouldn't be happy. I know you aren't happy. I should have apologized in front of everyone as soon as I said it or not have said it at all. I then asked him to think of the children and said it's like you saying. Hey, children's names, if my dead wife walked through the door, I'd pack my bags and never speak to you guys again and then it really got uncomfy. After some silence, I had no idea what to say after that. He asked me if I wanted to divorce.

So I asked him why he would think I would want to divorce just to see what he would say. He says he doesn't know. I didn't answer his question and said we needed to look into counseling. That he needed to get counseling for himself and that we would go to couples counseling. And if the answer is no, I am not interested in moving forward. This isn't 100% about the comment anymore. I need to know if he is willing to make the necessary changes and put in the work to fix what he messed up. Because if you were to dismiss my feelings or not want counseling, it means he doesn't think this was that serious and that he may not take me seriously.

I also said this to him. Some of the comments also told me to take the kids elsewhere. I agreed with this because it would be difficult to get through this while also parenting. I've got a very young daughter and a son that is a toddler. They are currently with my parents for the weekend and I'll be getting them Sunday night, so this gives us time to really work. He suggested he sleep on the couch instead of me. I have nowhere else to go. I haven't told my parents because I really would like to keep this between me and him as much as possible.

Family and friends jump to judge too fast and sometimes offer extreme and harmful advice and it's also embarrassing. Luckily, we both have very good insurance that will help with counseling. I told him that it seems like whatever counseling he got after her death was not enough and that he was not consistent with it like he should have been. With trauma like that, I personally would have been in counseling for years before I even considered remarrying. He agreed. He was only in it for about a year and then stopped once he moved away from his hometown.

Never got back into it. He also agreed to the individual. and couples counseling. Kept apologizing. Kept telling me he loved me all day. It was also so difficult to be around him because he kept looking at me. I couldn't think. It was like he would try to say something and then he would just stare and not say anything.

With the kids gone, there's nothing to really do except talk, so we talked again right before dinner time. He asked me if I wanted him to cook or buy something. I still was not hungry to be honest. So I just told him he could pick something up for himself and that I wasn't hungry and that prompted the second discussion. Realized he must feel very bad because he noticed I hadn't really eaten much all day. Kept asking me to eat. I wasn't sulking too bad or anything.

Just doing my usual tasks, but not speaking or eating as much and because we're home together all day, he noticed this. Ask me one more time to please eat dinner with him, so I agreed. During dinner, he told me that he looked for counselors himself and wanted me to see if I thought they were okay enough and that he would keep looking. Last stretch. After all of that, I told him that we can't really predict anything until we've met with therapists. I don't want him to keep saying sorry. I want work and change. And then maybe we can move forward, but this is the first step.

I don't want to just leave him. I am also not saying divorce is off of the table. I think he is still hurting from her death and his judgment is very, very clouded. If he didn't love me, I doubt he would have apologized so many times and looked for counselors on his own. A man that doesn't love me probably would have made me look or rejected going altogether. Many people were suggesting this, I do not think he doesn't love me. Thought of this myself. cried about it. Thought of my children. Cried more. I'm not staying for the kids, I'm staying because I want to at least try to fix. If it cannot be fixed, then at least I tried. We were also very close. Some people were asking how close we were prior to marriage, I guess, as a way to gauge the difference between their relationship and our relationship. Maybe to see if he settled. He was always very romantic, caring,

and sweet to me. We've never yelled at each other. When we first started dating, he would plan dates, surprise me, brag about me to his friends. So that's why I am very confused on why he would blurt that. Unless it was just very poor brain and mouth coordination. I also told him that I may get a counselor for myself. I don't think I need one. Someone suggested this. But I think he needs it more than I do. And because insurance companies are getting shittier by the year, three counseling bills may be pushing it. E.I.K. If I do get one, it's because I don't want to potentially resent him or doubt myself. Some people were making attempts to make me doubt myself. Some people in the comments were very nasty to me. I appreciate Reddit hiding comments with many down votes as they may be mean, but I couldn't help but click.

Some of you are very mean and very nasty individuals and I hope you find happiness one day. There could be another update in the future. Not opposed to making one. Thank you all for your kind words and support. I've also responded to everyone that texted me, which was everyone there at the potluck that has my number. Three people, there were nine people there not including us. They've all basically said the same thing. They can't believe he said that,

They feel bad for me, asking if everything is okay. What he said was not okay, etc. He showed me some of the texts with him and his friends and some made me cry with how kind they were being towards me, basically telling him he wasn't necessarily wrong for thinking that, but wrong for saying it. I told him I loved him as well, and I have never not loved him even for a second.

And that I wasn't angry with him and didn't want him to, I guess, suffer, for what he said. but I was just hurt and needed him to know that it did hurt me and him to respond how he saw fit and we'd go from there. That is all for now. I tried to answer some of the more frequently asked ones that I saw. Again, sorry for this being so lengthy. Have a nice weekend everyone and thank you again. Next story, roommate told me to date her friend then got jealous and made my life living hell. So I moved out but now she wants me to pay all our apartment debt.

I, 29NB, was renting an apartment with my friend Jess, 33F, from October 2023 to October 24. We had been very excited to move in together and really enjoyed living together for the first few months. Over those first few months, I was introduced to a friend of Jess, Ash, 28NB, Jess told us that she really liked our friendship and she encouraged us to date, stating that we would be a cute couple. In Mar, 2024 I double-checked with Jess that it was okay and I began going on dates with

Ash. However, almost immediately it became a problem for Jess. No matter how much Ash and I prioritized spending time with Jess one-on-one, giving her undivided attention, spending time as a group, and always making sure we planned the time Ash would be over at the apartment to suit Jess, it created a huge rift in our friendship. is diagnosed with borderline personality disorder so Ash and I went to great lengths to listen to Jess therapist and follow their advice to make it as easy for Jess as possible. It didn't help.

Jess became extremely depressed and unpredictable and I had to interfere and monitor her often. Any time Ash came over, even though it was agreed upon, Jess would have meltdowns and scream at us and slammed the door or leave in a dramatic way. She was even hallucinating and would yell at us in the middle of the night accusing us of being too loud, red spicy time, even if we were literally asleep or just watching TV. This left me feeling unsafe slash uncomfortable in my apartment. In June, I started spending more and more time at my parents or at Ash's house, especially on days I didn't work.

I still tried to keep in touch with Jess and go see her often and I never tried to shame her or blame her for any of this. I understand that her trauma and mental health are not her fault. I am also disabled, which just knew before we moved and together. I had a job that was very good for me and extremely consistent. However, in August I had an incident related to my disability which left me in the hospital for three weeks and afterwards my doctors told me I am no longer able to work at all. So I ended my employment and applied for state and federal disability income. I used my savings to pay rent in July and August but I had no income until the disability cleared after that.

I told Jess in July that I would not be coming back to the apartment except to move out my things. That I would do my best to pay my rent in September and October, but if it ended up that I couldn't that I would accept responsibility for the debt when our lease ended. I also know enough about our local laws to know she couldn't be evicted before our lease ended even if I didn't pay because of the amount of time. I kept in touch and gave her updates about my health and the status of my disability income throughout this time to keep her in the loop and make sure she had all the information I had.

I told her in August I would not renew the lease and in September I gave my intent to vacate to the apartment two weeks before it was due. Jess decided to not vacate and instead tried to find a new roommate for a new lease in the same unit. However, Jess was unable to find a roommate and ended up having to vacate anyway without having given proper notice. I was unable to pay for both those months, my state benefits didn't start until November and I'm still waiting for federal benefits, so when our lease ended I went to sign a contract with the apartment relieving Jess from the debt. But I found out the debt was much higher than what I owed. I should have owed till $1, $2,400 in the office said the debt was closer $3,600, the apartment printed a

ledger of our payment history showing that Jess never paid her rent in October. Additionally, the apartment informed me that because we both didn't give notice on time that they will be doubling our debt. They said their lawyers have all the paperwork now and I can discuss it with the lawyers once they contact me, until then there's nothing else I can do. They even think the lawyers can undo the doubled fee because of my disability status, but I have to wait until the lawyers reach out to me to know for sure. So, I asked Jess to meet me because I'm not willing to pay her unpaid rent, nor am I willing to pay the entirety of the doubled debt because she is the one who didn't turn and notice. I told her I would work to get the doubled fee cancelled but we needed to agree on the debt owed by each of us.

And I told her if they still double it that I would work with her so she doesn't get stuck with a huge bill, but that I shouldn't be responsible for the whole thing either. When we met, Jess told me that I abandoned her and I wasn't taking responsibility for anything and that I should pay the entire bill because it's my fault. I told her I felt responsible for my debt only and that I gave her ample communication throughout these situations. Now she's telling me that I screwed her over and that I'm a bad person. I admit, I lost my temper and said things I regret including that I didn't abandon her, and that she drove me out of my home and my disability made it easier to stay away.

I do not think I should have said that, I know that I lost control of myself in this moment. My parents and my partner are telling me that I should only pay my share of the debt and try to cancel the doubled fee, but if I can't cancel it that I shouldn't try to share that debt with her. They believe she needs to see that her actions have consequences, but I feel that sticking her a multi-thousand-dollar bill will financially ruin her. If I only pay for the rent I owed, she'd be left paying till the $5,000 if they don't drop the doubling of the debt, please help. Ida, and what should I do? Update 1. I will add some information that I had to repeat multiple times in the comments of the last one before we dive in. 1. I provided formal notice to vacate via email to the apartment directly two weeks before notice was due.

I thought I had made this clear in the original post, but I obviously hadn't considering how many people asked. 2. I'm not posting this story as a space to hate on or belittle people with BPD. I shared just diagnosis for context, but if you're seeking a place to rag on folks, don't do it here. 3. I still do not have federal benefits. Only state, and my state benefits are less than $500 per month. 4. I have my own legal team both for my SSSDS application and separately for my stuff with the apartment. Now on to the update. Last I posted, I was waiting for communication from the apartment's legal team to understand what could be done. Last week, I received communication from their property management company directly, instead.

They provided me a ledger of the debt and added fees. I worked with my legal team and we were able to fight them into removing the double charges. They have, however, added several cleaning fees, carpet replacement fees, trash removal fees, etc. My parents and I had gone to the apartment the last day of our lease and cleaned it very thoroughly so I requested photographs of the apartment upon their entry. It would appear, based on those photographs, that Jess had entered the unit after we left and damaged the unit pretty severely.

This would have happened before I even tried to talk to her about how to split the debts, I went over everything with my lawyers and have informed the apartment the total share I'm willing to pay. Including my unpaid rent, some admin fees, and a few other minor things it's roughly $2,600. They said they understand but they have no way of enforcing who pays what. I said I understand that completely and will work within the bounds of the system. They help me set up a payment plan that works with my minimal income while I'm only receiving state disability benefits. I have emailed Jess the ledger I received, just in case she hasn't also been notified, and broke down item by item what share I would pay. And what balance that left her at the end of it

all, about $2,500. Unfortunately, if she refuses to pay, my lawyers have advised that I will have to pursue it in civil court. But I have more than enough documented history. That's all for now. I'll update again if anything interesting happens. Update 2, it has been several months since the lease officially ended, and I have made arrangements with the lawyers and the apartment complex. They did waive the extra fees they were originally trying to charge us with but added some other fees because Jess trashed the place. I sent an email to Jess outlining what I agreed to pay.

Jess's initial response to that email was, thanks for the trust issues, which I now find hilarious in retrospect. I have Jess blocked on all platforms except for email and informed her that we would only be in contact when strictly necessary. I have been in contact with the apartment and am on a payment plan. I still have not been approved for federal benefits and get very little in state cash benefits, but I use a small portion every month to make payments toward my debt. I get an emailed receipt every single month with proof of my payments. I can also log into a portal and see how much debt is still owed and how much has been paid off. It would seem, so far, that Jess is also making payments as the total debt is decreasing by more than the

amount I am paying, so I assume she is on a payment plan also. I wasn't really planning on updating again since things seemed to be going as smoothly as I could possibly expect after everything else that went down. However, last month, I got an email from Jess that showed just how disconnected she is from reality. She emailed me stating that she had noticed that I hadn't been in touch with her or our case manager about making any payments. She called me unreachable and mentioned that there was this massive debt hanging over her head since I abandoned her. I informed her that she could see the progress of payments being made by both of us on the portal and reminded her that she is welcome to reach me by email about anything related to this financial situation.

I don't know, I thought y'all might find this funny and sad with me. Unless things get dramatic, I doubt I will ever be updating this story again. I hope you enjoy this story. Covertly gathered proof of my spouse's indiscretions over a span of one month prior to surprising her with legal separation documents. Presently, her mother is upset with me. My 29-year-old spouse, whom I have been married to for seven years, was involved. cheated on me with one of her long-time friends in mid-July. I discovered text messages back and forth between them after getting suspicious and finally checking her phone.

The texts I read were from a day after D-Day, about how good their love-making, Seggs, was, I love you, and even discussing a mild fight we had where she recounted things I said and they both laughed about it. I tried to explain that we may be entering a new stage of marriage where we are comfortable and complacent, it might feel a little boring but maybe that's just how things get once you're married for more than a few years. But she is convinced that is wrong and we've drifted apart. Despite spending our days together full of good conversation, good sex, etc. She doesn't know that I know. I've talked to a lawyer and have divorced papers in the works.

Note this is the second time she did this. The first time she cheated when we were dating. We had a six-month split, work things out, got back together and later married. On the rare occasions we talk about her past infidelity I've told her if she ever does it again, we're done. We've been fine for six years with no problems. About a year ago she began getting a little colder and wouldn't accept my affection. Things like she didn't hug me back at all. I guess this distance culminated in her affair.

Fast forward to today, I've known for three years. weeks and have been waiting for paperwork before confronting her. At first she was clearly not interested in me, but this week she seems to be feeling more guilty about her actions, and a little more interested in me. She has been trying to do what she can to make up for her actions in her own way. All without us never talking about it. Like washing dishes, cleaning, cooking, all while refusing any help. It's like she is punishing herself. In my mind she has completely betrayed me and I can no longer trust her. She has caused me such pain and cannot possibly love me if she is able to do all that. Financially we have been okay but struggled a bit

because she doesn't want to work. She is finally working for a year but it's a minute wage part-time job and barely covers her bills. I feel like I have to pull all the weight and she is not really my equal. At the same time I still care about her, value the life we built, and woof all will worry about what will happen to her. I think she could easily into a deep depression there is really only one way forward and that is divorce. But I am worried about how she will take it, and it will be hard to resist taking her back. I almost wish she would happily leave with her new person. I know I have to divorce her, but not looking forward to the heartbreak, loneliness, and whatever else I can't even predict. How do I do this? I found out about my wife cheating and

haven't confronted her yet. I want to get everything set up and ready before I do. In an effort to do so, I was able to download a complete text message's log of her conversation with AP. Holy Jesus, she is way more effed up than I thought. So I originally thought she began cheating in July but nope. Not only did her affair begin in May, but from March to May she had another affair, this one involving unprotected segs with a jerk addict. So the grand total of cheating is four dudes now. On to the current AP. She established his support by lying to him about our relationship. She told him I insult her and I mean, which is not true at all. This gave him justification. So he began manipulating her, telling her she deserves better, that I'm a piece of

crap, I'm a child, all kinds of stuff. He actually fancied himself a relationship coach. He would listen to her complaints about me and tell her how I would respond or the reason I did that. The person she is cheating with, telling her how to handle her relationship, what the F. The things she was mad about, I had no idea they bothered her, she never told me. Remember, he has never met me, yet he thinks he can predict all my behavior. This guy prides himself on his control over others, he bragged about it. He thinks he's some relationship master, it's ridiculous. He is a church minister.

He bragged about how he helps a teen group get closer to God. In one instance he bragged how he helped a teenager break up with his GF, and then did a good job consoling the GF because she was then suicidal. So she has fallen for this good guy act, total manipulation, hook line, and sinker. He refers to her living with me as prison, and calls me the idiot. While I am the one who hugs her, who pays her bills, who happily greets her when she gets home from work,

who values her above all others. I do have to come clean. I value self-improvement very much and believe PPL should always be striving to improve. But she has not improved at all over the last ten years. She is overweight, dropped out of college, working a min-wage part-time job. Years ago I tried to get her to improve, asked her to go to the gym with me, do a sport, anything. But she refused. She was unemployed for four years while I paid her student loan and alarmingly high credit debt.

I asked her to find a job every week, she never did. I asked her to go to school, I'd pay, she can study anything she wants. She never went. After a few years of requesting her to work on herself, I slowly got frustrated to where began criticizing her for her lack of effort. Sometimes I was so frustrated with it I was mean about it. This was very wrong of me. I stopped all my criticizing a few years ago. Before her affairs began, she truly loved me even when I was still meanly criticizing, yet now that I'm not, she didn't love me. My criticizing didn't come from a place of hate, I believe that a marriage

is partnership that should be equal. That she should be my equal, I wanted to help her gain equality in our relationship, but she didn't want it. I think we are supposed to be able to lean on each other for support, yet she leaned on me only. Now that I'm in school and need some support, she has completely fallen apart which manifests in affairs and resentment. All without addressing her issues with me. She has a problem with me, she brings it to AP, and he tells her what I will probably say. She told her mom about her affair and tried to say how bad. I was to her, but she didn't believe my wife. My wife got angry that her mom wasn't on her side.

Complained about it to AP who quickly took her side and rationalized her mom's stance. My wife is looking for someone to agree with her, to justify the awful things she's done to me. She feels shame and hides it by convincing herself how terrible a person I am. She has very little emotional intelligence and barely pays attention to me, can't read me at all, yet she is open book to me. Her mental image of me is not at all who I really am. She is stuck on the person I used to be, but I've changed a lot over the last few years. But she never noticed. She won't leave me because she knows she has it super cush with me. She told AP if she leaves me she has nothing. I am a busy student so I don't have tons of time to give her attention like I used

to. I think this is what triggered the cheating. If anything else challenges her as a priority for me, she goes wildly unstable. So here we are today, I've read all her crap. She still has no idea I am aware of her despicable ways. I have divorced papers coming Wednesday and counting the minutes until I can blow up her world. I was going to try to do things nicely, but now after reading it all, I want to go scorched earth. I want her to really understand the depth of her horrible behavior. I posted last week I've been a lot of her. I posted last week I was not looking forward to it, but now I am. I can't wait to read her text with AP back to her and show her just how effed up it is. I can't wait to point out all the obvious manipulation

AP has done with her. I am looking for support for my situation and possible solutions to a dilemma. We have a dog that she is obsessed with like a child and will fight tooth and nail for, but neither of us has money to fight it over in court. So how can I keep my dog without in occurring 30k in court slash lawyer fees. Yes, she is crazy enough to do that over the dog. I am thinking I can somehow serve her papers and leave with my stuff and the dog same day before she gets the papers. Problem there is that I live at school, which I need to be back for in September there is a lot

more to this, but the texting with AP is like literally 100 pages, so this is very condensed. Update 2, I guess I got ahead of myself with that three-day countdown. The papers took a lot longer than I was told. Well now I have them and all the pieces are starting to fall into place. I am planning to have her served a week from today, but as we all know, things may not play out exactly as planned. My soon-to-be ex-wife still has no idea that I've discovered her cheating over a month ago and have been planning for our separation. I have been living with her and acting like nothing is wrong for this whole time. And she is completely oblivious.

It has actually been difficult to not catch her. I've seen her texting him and would have caught her 15 times over at this point. She never even changed her password, and she still talks about him like he is just a friend of hers. It can be hard to keep my cool when she is talking about him, but I do what I have to do. Sometimes I feel like secretly plotting against her to pull the rug out from under her is wrong. Not wrong to do to her, but immoral for me to do something like this, regardless of of who is on the receiving end. Some days it is difficult to hide that I am angry with her about what she did.

Some days it feels like some weird dream I'm living in. We had a big fight about our relationship, in which I was able to call her out on lots of her poor choices without giving up the fact that I know about everything. I told her she didn't love me and that I haven't been important to her for a long time. That was a week ago and I have been using that big fight as a cover. So now if I am angry or cold, she thinks it is because of that big fight we had. I was the only thing holding our relationship together, and now that I know about her infidelity,

I have no reason to put in any effort. As a result, our relationship has drastically fallen apart. I explained all this to her and it seems she realized it was true. Since that fight she seems to have chosen me over her affair partner. This is obviously not how it should be, She chose me when we got married, so there should not even be a choice to be made here. She has been putting more effort into showing me attention and communicating. She wants to make things work.

But from my perspective, way too little, way too late. There is nothing she can do to change the situation she put us in. She made her bed now she has to lie in it. This infidelity began because her position as the absolute center of my life was challenged, her large amount of attention from me, from which she derives happiness, was challenged. So she sought the attention elsewhere, rather than communicating with me. What I find truly hilarious is that the men she has chosen to have affairs with don't treat her as number one either. One guy regularly ignored her for weeks, the other guy has an ex-wife and child that he even told her would always be his priority.

He's even been seen around town with other girls. Remember that this guy is a youth pastor also. So she is not even number two to this guy, even though they tell each other how special their relationship is. He even told her he plans on moving to co-parent his kid with his ex. But none of that matters to her. How is she okay with that, but can't handle me focusing on school? As a response to our big fight, she decided she will be staying with her parents for a few weeks to clear her head. This makes things way easier for me, I don't have to worry about her refusing to leave or attacking me or any other crazy things she may do.

She already has plans to come back. Still does she know I have arranged for her to get divorced papers served the day after she gets to her parents. So I have a week to go, and it can't be over soon enough. As much as I want it to be over, it means this is also the last week I will ever see my dog. It really sucks. We are super attached. But I have no hope of keeping him, there are some special circumstances that I don't want to explain, but it's basically impossible for me to keep him. I am going to miss him a lot.

Update 3, it has been a long month. I wanted to call her out so badly, it was on the tip of my tongue. But I never did because it would make things difficult for me. So I hit the gym, lawyered up, got papers drafted, collected over 400,000. 150 pages of explicit messaging, set up a new debit account ready to transfer her funds, and convinced her to take some time at her parents' house. Everything, and I mean everything went to plan, I even predicted the exact reaction her and family would have.

I froze her credit card with my name and transferred half our money to the new debit account as soon as I heard the papers were delivered. She left yesterday with her mom, I just gave her a hug and said, take care of yourself. She said, okay. This morning a process server arrived at her parents' home and delivered the papers. She had no idea I knew what she was doing, her parents claimed they had no idea about anything. She got completely blindsided and was apparently hysterical. I say hysterical because, get this, I still haven't talked to her.

Yep, her mom called me and I had to explain the situation to her. Just higher level details though. Even in a situation like this, her mom is trying to solve the problems for her. It's absolutely ridiculous. I can't even discuss my personal relationship with my wife privately. This is a 29-year-old woman who is letting her mom mediate and talk on her behalf. Although I did have a good relationship with my mother-in-law, and she did push my wife to work on our marriage, I find this so beyond idiotic of them both.

I handled everything with tact, kept my composure, and didn't let my emotions do the talking. I had to really bite my lip, though. My mother-in-law, in discussing getting her wife's things, was using language that implied I was responsible for getting her stuff back to her. Instead, I packed the stuff, rent a car, and drive the four hours to deliver it. The stuff in question is mostly T-shirts and lotion bottles. So I told her it is not my responsibility. She comes back with if you respect me so much like you say, you would do me the favor.

Oh man, not only is she getting way too far into our business, but she is going to try to manipulate me. I just said that has nothing to do with this, and I could say the same thing to you. Please don't attempt to manipulate me again. I'm already giving you lots of respect here by keeping a lot of issues off the table. I can decide to bring it to court and prove infidelity, costing us both a lot of value. money, I can claim theft of our dog, I can give evidence to her AP's employer which will get him fired from his youth pastor position, and others. I'm trying to make this as affordable and simple as possible. She backed down and will be picking up the stuff. Now I have to wait for them to make a move.

I'm guessing they are trying to hire a lawyer and refute the dog ownership, which is the biggest fighting point, yet oddly not brought up. Her mom is probably comforting her and telling her that her Multiple illicit affairs are okay. Stop dragging her husband through the mud, talking crap about him whatever chance she gets. Even while still coming home at night and expecting love and affection, is all okay. Someone in another thread mentioned,

she might have borderline personality disorder based on some stuff she's said. I think she does. Is it odd that they are so worried about such insignificant belongings right now? Yes. Is it odd my wife? is not handling this with me? Yes. Should I refuse to deal with her mom? Maybe. Is my wife mentally

unstable? Yes so. Do I let them come get her stuff? I don't really want to deal with that. I hate all of this. I am being straightforward and honest with them, and they are trying to pull some crap on me. I hate that I might have to resort to twisting their arm. I hate that I have always been a meal ticket for my wife and just the idiot paying her bills to her parents. I hate that I can't even discuss this with her civilly and rationally like adult. I hate that her mom lied to me about not knowing her daughter had affairs. I hate that they are so confused by my actions. I hate that I instinctively think of her and want to ask her what kind she wants. And I see ice cream at the store. But most of all I hate how even now, I am the bad guy to them.

Update 4, 2 years after divorce. I noticed a few messages asking how everything eventually turned out with my situation. In a nutshell, good. It was a clean break. Absolutely zero communication, no issues whatsoever. She moved on, I moved on. That's it. Was essentially a very expensive breakup.

The single one thing that SS is I had to give up my dog. but looks like he is still living happily with her. After the divorce I graduated, got a job, and moved. She moved to her parents' guest bedroom, and never moved out. She got a low-wage job, and hasn't done a thing since. She is dating someone, that's all I know because she has me blocked even though I've never said a thing. I dated a couple of girls, found one that was extremely special and showed me love I didn't know existed. Then I proceeded to lose her. So I'm single and doing extremely well with dating,

literally every single woman I met has been leagues better than my ex-wife, but would like to be back with my recent GF love again. Such is life. Got a great job, doing very well financially, while she is 30-something living with her retired parents. So I guess I came out on top and relatively unscathed. Update 5, so it has been four years since I found out about my ex-wife having multiple secret affairs. She was able to do so without much suspicion because I gave her the respect of privacy and was busy working through a degree at an Ivy League school, while also paying all the rent, bills, food, and both of our student loans. A lot of the confusion and anger I faced, and most PPL posting here Prob feel currently, has been cleared. In fact, I don't

care about my ex-wife at all, I care more about more recent exes who showed me more kindness. But there is still a mystery to me, why someone would cheat when they are with someone that is out of their league. This is not something I knew at the time, but has been repeatedly pointed out to me in countless ways and sometimes directly by others. Why she cheated will probably always be a mystery. I am well above average looking, I was always home at night spending my free time with her, I am highly educated, physically fit, no mental illness, decently charismatic, and set up for a very good career. We got along well, and had a lot in common. On paper it seemed like many boxes were checked. Obviously there are many intangible aspects that determine why someone cheats,

but I occasionally dwell on this question, laugh to myself, and move on with my day. I have since dated a handful of women, all lovely and interesting people who have helped me fully understand just how crap my ex-wife was as a person. Since she was one of the first PPL I dated in high school, I didn't have much comparison. Oh, and all those affair partners she was hopelessly confessing her undying love for. Long gone. So here I am four years later. Leaving my past long behind, I have rebuilt my life from the ground up. Next week is my two-year anniversary with my lovely, caring, intelligent, and beautiful girlfriend. She is the kind of partner I always deserved, and I make sure she knows how much I appreciate her every day. She's even got a

job that she's good at and pays her well. We have an apartment next to the river and a goofy dog. My career and finances are strong and well within upper middle class territory. No debt, no alimony, and no contact. On a few occasions, I have thought about her and realized I don't hate her anymore. I don't wish harm nor goodwill towards her. I just don't care. Okay well, maybe I hope things generally don't work out for her. I can now say that I am much happier and better off by my decision to divorce my ex-wife.

So there is hope for all of you out there that are currently knee-deep in crap, trying to make it through the day. Have faith in yourself to come out the other side as a wiser and stronger person. Thank you.