Reddit Stories - SPOUSES began resting ALONGSIDE my mother 4 months after our MARRIAGE, held me

Episode Date: February 16, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #relationships #marriage #familydrama #emotionalsupport #boundaries  Summary: Four months after my marriage, my spouse began resting alongside my mother, which made me feel uncomfortable. This unexpected behavior raised questions about boundaries and the dynamics of our relationship. I struggled to understand their connection and how it affected my feelings about our marriage and family interactions.  Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, marriageissues, familydynamics, emotionalboundaries, spousebehavior, relationshipadvice, motherinlaw, communication, conflictresolution, personalstories, lifeadvice, marriagecounseling, supportsystems, emotionalwellbeing, familyrelationships, coupletherapyBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6816713/support.This episode includes AI-generated content.

Episode with two stories, first part. I hope you enjoy this story. Spouses began resting alongside my mother four months after our marriage, held me responsible for my father's passing, and then declared their feelings for each other and expressed a desire to begin a new household. 21F have been married to my husband, 33M, for a year and three months now. We got together when I was 18 and he was 30 while I was a senior in high school.

To a lot of people our relationship is taboo, however, I've always been very mature for my age and it's always felt normal to both of us. My mother, 40F, has always had a soft spot for him which I appreciated. When she first met him, she told me I was so lucky to have an amazing person in my life. Throughout our relationship my mom and him got along fine, which I've always thought may just be from their somewhat closeness in age. However, during our wedding is when I started noticing weird behavior from my mom. On my wedding day, she told me she wished she was the one in the gown today, referring to my wedding dress. I asked her what she meant, and she just started laughing saying she said too much to drink. She also suggested her and my husband have a dance together

during my wedding. I immediately laughed because I thought it was a joke, however, now of the current circumstances it was clearly not a joke. Further down the line, she would start asking me how he was in bed. I told her I didn't feel comfortable talking to her about that and she said that my aunt was curious. She also started asking my husband's sexual questions like what was his favorite position. What are his kinks? If he had ever had a threesome? Genuinely uncomfortable questions that made me grossed out. My suspicion specifically grew throughout the last three months. My husband told me my mom asked him to renovate her kitchen, he works in construction, and he would be over there after work Monday to Wednesday.

When I offered to join him, he said it wasn't necessary and that it would boring for me. When I asked my mom if I should join as well, she said I was being a nagging wife asking to come over. However, when he started to visit my mom, I noticed sexual changes in our relationship, as when he would come home from work or my mom's, he would never be interested in doing it. My suspicions grew further when I visited my mom's place and the kitchen looked the same as before, and when I confronted both of them they said they were still just. prepping for the renovation. In this moment I knew something was wrong. I had an urge to know, so I left work early and decided to go by my mom's place and see what was happening. When I arrived

I wanted to see what they were up to naturally and didn't want them to be alarmed that I was there. Luckily my mom's place has a lot of windows and you can see nearly every room in the house if you just wander around. When I got to the study's window, that's when I saw my husband and mother having sex on her desk. I screamed and cried. When they saw me my mom looked down in complete disbelief while my husband ran out of the room. I wasn't there long but ran to my car and drove off hyperventilating. When I got home I just started to pack some clothes and essentials and wanted to leave. I drove off and my phone started blowing up from my husband, mother and auntie, assuming she knew. I drove to an empty car park and sat there for over four hours just crying and

listening to music. I decided to return to my husband and I's home, as the tears I let go turned into complete anger and distrust. I wanted to confront him. When I arrived home, he was not there and there was also no sign he had even been at our place. I decided that I needed some sleep and thought that maybe he had just stayed in a motel for the night to give me space. When I woke up the next day I was going to call him, however, I thought to myself that I wasn't ready to speak to him. So I called back my auntie, and she told me that he stayed over at my mother's house to be there for her. My mouth dropped and I couldn't even say a single word. My auntie had to keep asking if I was there.

I told her if she could set up a meeting with myself, husband and my mother, and she said she'll pick me up and take me to my mom's house to talk. When my auntie picked me up, she said that my mother told her about their affair and she told her to stop. My mother lied to her saying she had in yesterday straight after I caught them, she said my mother told her she'd been still seeing him and that I'd found out. I told my auntie I was disappointed she didn't tell me and that she's lost my trust, and she seemed to have understood that and complied. When we got to their house, my husband had his arm around my mother while she had her head rested on his shoulder. Keep in mind, I caught them a day ago. My mother stated crying as soon as she saw me and started hugging my husband. That in itself aggravated me. To keep this

from not going any longer, they told me that they want to be together and they hope one day I'll accept them. I literally couldn't even feel anything, so I just started laughing in shock. Even my auntie told my mom she was being ridiculous. They claimed that they've been in love for a year now and they started sleeping with each other four months after my husband and I got married. The craziest claim was that my mother said she sees herself starting a family with him. After they told me everything I sat in silence for a few minutes, and my mom pleaded that I was I say something. I couldn't. I asked my auntie in that moment to take me home, and she got her keys and got me out of there immediately. As soon as I got in the car she hugged me and I started

bawling, she said everything was going to be okay and that she was there for me no matter what. She offered that I stay with her, but I just wanted to be alone. It's been a week since that all happened and I've been at home alone just crying and drinking. I even had some really dark thoughts that honestly terrified me to the point I was going to check myself to the hospital. The worst part is that a part of me wishes I never saw them and lived completely oblivious to their affair. I don't have any friends or anyone in my life. The only person I had was my husband and now that's gone. My mother and I have always had problems in the past as she blamed my father's suicide on me and even faked a suicide note from him saying it was my fault when I was 12.

In a way I think this is her way at getting back at me for my dad, as she truly believes that I was the reason he decided to end his life because I was an angry tween. My husband sees my mother as forbidden fruit, which is something that I believe men crave which is why majority of the time they're the ones that cheat. I am now alone and to be honest have no clear direction for what's next for me. My husband and I agreed I was going to be a stay-at-home mom, which is something I wanted as well. I don't have any interest in college and have never considered what kind of profession would interest me. I've always just wanted to be a mom and and a loving wife, and expected that to become my reality.

I'm also not smart at all and have no idea what to do legally from here, so any advice on that would be great. I'm sorry this is so long as a lot happened and I wanted to provide as much details to my situation as possible. I would never turn to social media in the past I'd go to husband, but that's now changed and I didn't have anyone else. Any advice or just thoughts would be appreciated. Update 1, I just wanted to say thank you everyone that provided

helpful feedback and while I didn't get to everyone, I did read every comment. Now I feel as though I have to clarify some things. One, the post is not fake or I, I think I would be able to write better than what I wrote. The story also isn't fake. I really, really wish it was. This stuff does happen and yes, I've gone to Reddit about it as I don't have any friends or anyone I can trust which leads me to my next point. Two, the reason I don't have friends is that when I was in sixth grade my friends all dropped me when my dad killed himself. They all considered me weird for having a dad that died in that sort of way and gossiped about me and it was considered social suicide to be friends with me. I also developed an ed through body issues that were installed in me by my mom's boyfriends at the time and this lasted

from late middle school all the way up to early senior year. This lead to me being in hospital a lot and missing out on a lot of school which made it hard for me to make friends. When I was at school everyone had their groups, and so I would just eat alone. Three, I do not trust my auntie. My mom and her are very close. They both ran away from home together when my mom was 17 and she was 18. They were raised by strict Pakistani immigrants who were very abusive and cut my mother off when they learned she was with my father who was white. Since, they have only had each other they will always put each other's best interest first. She also has a special need son and a small place so living there would be a huge burden for her.

4. I'm sorry I called myself mature for my age. I've just been told that by teachers and pretty much all adults throughout my life since I was 5 years old. There was a point I was two grades ahead. However, my mom decided to put me back in the grade people my age were in for a reason she still struggles to explain to me. Five, my relationship I get was not normal. He approached me at a mall while I was out and asked for my number and he thought I was a lot

older than what I was. He found out halfway through our first date I was 18 and still in school and he wanted to end it there. However, I really liked him and said we could go for a second date and we can decide together if we want to keep doing this. We both connected really well and opened up to each other like we'd never done to anyone else. We decided we'd start off as friends and if we end up being comfortable we can pursue a relationship. I was the one who first told him I wanted a relationship. He was very hesitant and didn't want to because he was worried what people would think. He even told me no at one point and a week later we reconciled and he told me that he loved me and he couldn't stand the idea of not being with me. The only red flag I could

see was that he was divorced and that he had a son he barely saw, however, that's due to his ex and son now living in a different state. My husband is a child of Albanian immigrants and he claimed that him and his ex-wife only really shared that in common, otherwise, there was no real love between them. Six, I'm not going to college for the sake of going to college. I want to be a mom and that's all. However, I will look for a job to support myself in the meantime as the flower shop will not be sustainable. Besides, I think I've lost that job as I haven't gone to three of my shifts and have been dodging their calls as to why I haven't been in. Now finally the update. Basically a night after I posted to hear, my husband came banging on our door that he made a mistake and he was crying.

He insisted that my mother was blackmailing him into being with her, and that it was only supposed to be a hookup, and he instantly regretted it. When I found out he panicked and didn't want to have no one so agreed to be with my mom. I let him inside and he showed me all of the texts between him and my mom, and a lot of it was my mom telling him to come over, and if he refused, she would threaten that she would spill it to me that they were having an affair. He told me he wants us to be together again and he'll do anything for us to be together. I told him I needed space, for now and that he needs to leave. He started to get very reluctant and even started getting scary where he picked up a TV and broke it and started punching himself when I said that. I genuinely

started to get scared and told him that I didn't want him doing something stupid so I called his friend over and he took him to his place to calm him down. The next morning I woke up to him cooking in our kitchen and he made me my favorite breakfast. He told me that he wanted to surprise me with something he knew I loved. I told him I appreciated it but he needs to leave and that if I were to forget give him it was going to take a long time and that this wasn't going to be fixed overnight. He started crying again and he told me that he can't stay on this earth if he knows that it's not with me. I'm not that dumb and know when I'm being manipulated with so I told him to get out and that this will take time. That's when he got a frying pan and threw it at the wall. I pushed him out

and locked the door. I told him to not come back and I'll see him when I'm ready. Later that day my mother comes and screams outside my door that she knows my husband is here and that I'm stopping them from being together. I told her to leave otherwise I'm calling the cops and she did. However, when I walked outside later that day it's clear she keyed my car and tried to spell out a derogatory word against woman. I called the cops and they told me without footage they can't do anything about it. Two hours after I called the cops she came back and again demanded that I let her in. I told her to go again and that's when she tried to pick the lock to my front door so I called the cops and the moment she heard I was speaking to them

she drove off. I started to feel unsafe where I was and didn't have anywhere to go, so basically I grabbed a bunch of clothes and necessities and took them to my car and well have been living in their since. I don't know what I'm going to do as of now and just hope that I find something. It hasn't been too bad and it's been sustainable for the past day and a bit, but obviously I can't do this forever. My husband did message me saying he came over and has been waiting at our house and is worried that I haven't returned. I told him that he shouldn't be there anyways because I told him I needed space, but I told him that I'm staying in my car till I decided what I want to do. He sent me a bunch of voice messages crying saying I'm torturing myself and that if we're

together he'll make sure to take care of me this time. I haven't responded to any of the voice messages directly, however, I am sending him just an update every four to five hours saying I'm okay, just so he doesn't panic completely. My auntie hasn't contacted me really since I cried in her car, but as mentioned she has a lot on her plate so I don't particularly. blame her or anything. But that's the update I'm homeless in a car and have no real direction, LOL. I did want to thank you all for the legal advice and will hopefully find a time to get sorted on that. I also have a GP appointment tomorrow with a doctor about STDs so fingers crossed that all goes well. I'm sure I'll find something, however, for now it's a bit shit for me.

Update 2. I don't know if you guys want another update after this one because I'm sure there'll be more that'll happen later on. However, I feel like this would practically become a diary, L.O.L. I'm glad to announce I'm not in a car anymore and am living in a woman's shelter. An hour after I posted my last update, a man was following my car and he looked really nervous like he was contemplating something. He was doing this for about 35 to 40 minutes. I even tested by going down no-through roads and stuff and he would follow me in and out of them. So I followed the advice you guys gave and went to a woman. shelter. I had to get questioned by someone, and I essentially just explained that I didn't feel

safe going home as my husband did smack my head while I was kicking him out and he and my mother have been harassing me. They didn't really do much follow-up after that and they were really nurturing with settling me in and a lot of the woman introduced themselves to me. I haven't been in such a supportive environment before. In fact, this may sound dumb as it's a literal shelter, but I don't want to leave. I've made a lot of friends in the least four or so days and I feel genuinely happy. I've made this one really good friend who is the exact same age as me. She told me she's staying here as her stepdad is really violent and the amount of bruises she has is really saddening. It made me cry when started to explain to me how she received every bruise she got.

We even got to talking about finding somewhere to live together, which has made me really excited. I've also made a lot of other friends, from a lot of diverse backgrounds and situations that have really opened my world. As to my husband, he recently sent me a text that has made me assured that I don't want to ever see him again. He told me that if I didn't get back together with him, I'd have another suicide on my hands. He knows how my mother faked the situation and everything, and how much pain that put me through at a young age. I told him this was it and that I'm done with him completely. He proceeded to call me a W like my mom and that my dad would be rolling in his grave

seeing how I turned out. He also confessed about 30, minutes after sending that text he'd be sleeping with other woman as well as my mom and said that they provided more for him than what I ever could. I simply told him to go ruin one of their lives instead. I won't lie and act tough. I feel completely hurt and manipulated that this man did this to me. It everyone will say I should have seen it coming but I really thought we had something special. I was crying throughout all of this and luckily the friends I've made at the shelter were there for me and took care of me. I believe if they weren't there with me throughout all of this I would have done something stupid. So thank you guys as well for encouraging the shelter that really

means a lot to me. My mom recently posted a story of her in a bikini and she wrote Love Hurts. I simply wrote back the laughing emojis as it's clear she's looking for not only male attention but sympathy. Knowing her she will twist the situation to make herself the victim and me as the bad guy, such as my father ending his life. I really think I'm done with this woman as it's exhausting even trying with her anymore. My whole life she's been a victim, and the problem is everyone around her treats her like one. My auntie always says to me I shouldn't be too hard on her as she's been through so much. What about me? What about all the stuff she's put me through? Sure she's had it hard, but why does it make it okay for her to make my life a living hell?

Well, to make it even more perfect, she messaged me back after I sent the laughing emojis. She told me that she was allowed to mourn her relationship with my husband and I couldn't make a sacrifice even if it meant her being happy and how this is her first real connection since my dad. I sent back the laughing emoji again. She proceeded to post the interaction on her story and proceeded to post a quote or something saying if only our kids understood that they can hurt us. I simply blocked her after that.

Speaking of my auntie also radio silence from her. I tried messaging her to tell her I was in a sheltered just. just in case she was worried. However, before I even told her she said she couldn't talk she was at brunch. Considering she knows my situation you would expect she would drop brunch to find out if I'm okay. She also didn't message me back after. I am tempted to go to my cousin's wedding, though, which both my mother and auntie are attending and exposing them to my conservative family. However, I am not that selfish to ruin someone's wedding just to get back at someone, I realized I would just be my mom doing that.

I also reached out to my grandma in Tennessee, dad sighed. I was hesitant in messaging her as I haven't seen her since I was 15 and we only message happy birthday to each other and that's it. I asked if I could stay with her and told her my situation, however, she said I could stay for a week after that I'm on my own. She does have three of her sons still living at home and they all are big man-childs, so she said things are already tied around here so me coming wouldn't help. Anyways, that's the update I'm in the shelter and I'm planning to find a place with this girl.

I'm also going to figure out legality sometime I've just been really busy. I also had to reschedule my GP appointment to next week as just a lot has been happening. Thank you guys so much for reading this and if anything really significant happens I'll let you guys know. That's the end of the first story. Let's begin the second one. I hope you enjoy this story. Father desired to relocate to my residence following his nuptials, however, upon expressing my need for contemplation, they departed without informing me. Subsequently, when I attempted to make contact, there was no response. His wife she was rude so I packed their stuff and changed the locks.

I, 22F, am the legal owner of the house that I grew up in. My mother left it to me, I inherited this house from her when she passed away last year at the age of 47 from a stroke. It was sudden, but I've made my peace with it now. My parents got divorced when I was seven years old and had joint custody of me, so I'd spend half the month with my dad and the other half with my mother. I have to say I was a lot closer to my mother because she'd just get me, and my dad, 50M, was always a little too busy for me. I felt like I never had his full attention because it was either work or women for him. I don't think he ever treated me as a priority, but I was okay with it as long as I had mom. A couple of years back, right after I turned 18 and started college, my dad

decided to move to Houston for work, so we started seeing less of each other and we'd only meet around the holidays. Two years ago, he brought along his girlfriend at the time, Julia, 38F, with him to celebrate Christmas with us. She also brought her two daughters, 18F and 16F. from her previous relationship with her high school boyfriend. They'd never been married but had broken up about seven years prior to when she started seeing my dad. That was quite a surprise for us because my father had never brought any girlfriends with him to family dinners, but we gave Julia and her kids the warmest welcome we possibly could and did our best to make her feel comfortable around us.

It was an evening well spent, and I'd say that all of us got along really well at the time. Even after that, whenever I talked to my dad on the phone, Julia would also say hi and be really sweet to me. Her kids were kind of shy and introverted so they mostly kept to themselves, but overall we had a good relationship. After my mother passed away, I found out that she left the house to me. Thankfully, for some reason, my mother had divided all her assets in the wool around my 18th birthday because she always liked to think ahead, even in morbid situations like these. Anyway, since I had just graduated, I decided to move in and find a job that wouldn't require me to

move out anytime soon. I wanted to spend the next couple of years in my childhood home just because it was my place of comfort. My father wasn't too pleased with my mom's decision, and he made sure that I knew about it. After he found out about the will, he and Julia had been very sweet and supportive around the time of the funeral, but my dad had been a little morose when he realized he wasn't getting the house back. This house was the one that my parents had purchased together back when they first got married, but my mother took over during the divorce. It was a fair deal because he got out of paying alimony

even though my mother had given up her career to stay home and raise me so that my dad could focus on his job. I believe that my mother taking the house in the settlement and letting my dad go without alimony was completely fair. She worked her way up afterwards with a little help from her parents and even made sure that I never felt sidelined or unimportant. She did both jobs well, and I didn't think it was fair for my dad to be annoyed that he didn't get the house back. He didn't talk about it much, but I could sense from his behavior that he

wasn't pleased. I didn't care at the time because I was still grieving my mother, and my dad being annoyed at her will was the least of my worries. She'd left all her wedding jewelry to him and all the gifts he'd given her as well, so that should have been enough for him. He went back to Houston with Julia a few weeks after the funeral, and since then I've been living on my own here. However, about six months ago, my dad told me that he was now engaged to Julia and he wanted to get married where his home was, so he was coming back here for the weeks leading up to the wedding. Because staying in a hotel when there was a house with enough spare rooms just didn't make sense, and their daughters were homeschooled so they wouldn't have a problem with schools either,

I agreed to let them all move into my house and stay with me before the wedding. I had a couple of reasons. I was sick of living on my own, and I did get along well with Julia, so I didn't think there was anything wrong with letting them live with me. My dad had also promised to split all the bills with me while they were living here, which meant that I didn't have to worry about overspending on that either. And so they moved in here with me about a month ago and have been staying here since then. It was nice having them here, and I felt a lot less lonely than I used to earlier when I was living by myself.

I believed that I could get used to this. I was even dreading the day they would all leave and go back to their normal lives because that would mean I'd have to resume my normal life by myself as well. But then two weeks ago, three days before the wedding, my dad sat me down and asked me if I'd be willing to let them all move back here permanently. I didn't see that coming at all, but he explained that he'd come back here to make me feel a little more comfortable with the idea of being part of a family and living with them since he didn't like the idea of me living all alone in this house.

He planned to ease me into it, and now that he thought I was getting along well, he wanted to know if I'd be willing to turn this into a permanent thing. I wanted to say yes immediately, but then his behavior when he learned that he wasn't getting the house back kind of threw me off. As much as I would have loved to make it a permanent arrangement, I didn't think it was such a good idea so soon, and I didn't want to make the mistake of acting on my emotions. I knew that this was the only logical solution to my overwhelming feelings of loneliness, but that didn't mean I absolutely. had to let them all move in here with me. It had just been a month that they'd been living here, so as much as I wanted to say yes, I ended up telling him that I needed some time to think. It was a gut feeling, but I just knew for some reason that it would be in my best interest to give this some time and not make a rash decision. I kept my personal feelings aside and

told him that I'd inform him about my decision after the wedding. He looked annoyed but didn't push it. 10 days ago, they finally got married and we had a total blast at their wedding. They were supposed to stay here for a couple more days after the wedding and then move back, so I was preparing to let them know about my decision, which was a yes, but before I could get to that, all of them took off on their honeymoon without even telling me about it. Two days after their wedding, I woke up to find myself completely on my own and they'd all left, but a lot of their belongings were still at my house. So I decided to make some calls, but nobody responded.

for quite a while and I continued to panic about it. I'd planned on telling them about my decision that day itself, but I couldn't even reach them for hours. Finally, around noon, Julia got back to me and informed me very casually that they'd all left for their honeymoon and wouldn't be back for a week. I was stunned because I'd obviously expected them to at least tell me about their plans before just taking off, if not include me. I was offended that they didn't ask me, but I didn't want to be petty, so I started off by asking her why had nobody told me about any of this, and she gave me a lame excuse saying that they'd forgotten to inform me but told me not to worry because they'd be back soon. I tried to explain to her that that wasn't the point at all and my problem

was that they'd just left without a word or even a goodbye, and that was rude of them. I said that I wanted to speak to my dad, but that's when her tone changed and she said that my dad was busy and didn't have the time to speak to me. I still tried to keep my cool and told her to let me know whenever he had time so I could get in touch with him directly. I said it politely, but she turned on me, and all of a sudden she'd gone from this sweet person to a really snarky and mean stepmom. She told me that my dad was going to be busy for the next couple of days and asked me not to bother them. Even though it wasn't necessary at all because I hadn't brought it up, she went on to tell me that there was no need for me to act so hysterically just because I'd been left behind

and felt the need to remind me that I wasn't a child anymore. My dad had a new family now. I now, so I needed to make my peace with it, and by the time they came back home, she wanted me to get over myself and get the house clean for them. Now I don't know who she thought she was talking to, but she sure as hell wasn't going to be talking to me like that. She hung up right after saying that, and my anger was literally through the roof. I decided not to call my dad after that and thank the universe for not letting me agree to his suggestion before I'd seen this side of his new wife. There was no way in hell that they were living with me anymore, so I personally packed all their belongings up as haphazardly and badly as I could,

stuffed them in a couple of cardboard boxes, and left them in the yard for them to find whenever they chose to come back. I didn't care what became of those things because they didn't belong to me and neither did they belong inside a house that was mine. After that, it was life as usual for me, and I tried not to think about the betrayal that I'd felt because of what my dad had done for no real reason. Yesterday they finally came back from their honeymoon, and luckily I was at work when they found all their stuff in the yard. I'd also changed the locks on the door in the meantime so they couldn't get in either, and my dad was extremely pissed off when he contacted me about it. He told me that I was being a brat and overreacting because to them, deserting me at home without notice is not something

worth getting mad over and they did nothing wrong. I just told him to take their boxes and leave, and if I saw them on my property when I came back home, I'd call the police. He cursed at me and then hung up, but I had to get back to work and couldn't waste my time worrying about that. When I got home after work, I noticed that they'd taken their things and left, and I thought that this was the end of it, but the most annoying bit was yet to come. Around midnight, my dad called me up and told me that Julia had something to say to me. She told me that she was sorry about the way she spoke to me and that she took it all back. She'd love to have a second shot at making amends with me, and she didn't want to be on bad terms with me over

something so petty. I told her to shut the hell up and leave me alone because I didn't need her fake apologies. I'm not a fool, and I could tell why she suddenly wanted to play happy family now that I wasn't going to let them live with me anymore. If she had any regrets, she wouldn't have waited for so long to realize that she'd messed up and would have apologized right after the phone call that day or even during her vacation for that matter. I'm sure me. my dad isn't sorry either, but when he realized that I wasn't going to forgive them, he decided to go all sentimental on me and told me that I was being heartless by not allowing them to live with me. He said that he was willing to split all the bills with me if I let him move back in,

but he wanted to live in this house since it reminds him of my mother, so it would be really selfish of me to kick them out like this without thinking of what the repercussions of that might be because he'd only come back to feel closer to my mother apparently. He even said that Julia had just been in a bad mood that day and didn't mean anything she said, and even her kids missed me, so they wanted me to allow them to come back and let them have a fresh start here. But I wasn't having any of it. I'd always known that my dad had his eye on this house ever since the divorce, and now that I'd seen this side of Julia, I didn't want to risk anything. So I told him that they could go back home because I wasn't changing my mind, and then out of nowhere my dad started

bawling his eyes out on the phone and accused me of being the most selfish daughter ever because I couldn't even let him live in the house he'd spent the happiest days of his life in over a silly little disagreement that I'd had with Julia and because they hadn't taken me with them on their honeymoon, which wasn't even the whole reason. He said that I was being petty and mean and that my mother would hate this ugly side of mine. Ida for not letting my dad and his new family move back in with me after his new wife was rude to me and they didn't ask me to accompany them on their honeymoon vacation? Update 1, so the comments on my original post were definitely a reality check. I don't think some of you all needed to be that rude about it, but I get the point everyone

was trying to make. For the most part, I stuck to my decision and didn't let my dad move back in because, very frankly, he just doesn't deserve it. He's been nothing but awful to me so far, and I don't need any more of that in my life. Life was nice while it lasted because both he and Julia were very sweet to me initially, but once I told my dad that I still needed time to think, their real color started to show. They probably ran out of patience and thought that they could intimidate me into letting them live with me, but unfortunately, I'm not that weak. I'd rather be lonely than end up spending my time with the wrong people. I shouldn't have let them come here at all because his reaction when he learned that the house's ownership had been transferred

to me and not him should have been enough for me to realize how materialistic and selfish people can be when it comes down to it. As for Julia, I'm glad that she chose to pick a nonsensical fight with me and ended up messing things up for herself on a grand scale because had she not said that, we would have all been a happy family now. Or I guess we could have been, but that will never happen because I'm not falling for their fake behavior again. I was lonely, I missed my mom, and all my grandparents had passed on already, so I needed a family to be my support system. But these people are definitely not up for that job, and I'm relieved. I realized that before it was too late. It's been a couple of days since they left, but my dad's

been calling me regularly and keeps texting me because I'm not answering his calls. He thinks that I should at least give them one last chance at fixing things, but they don't deserve it. They blew their one chance, and if I give them another one, I'm sure they'll blow it too, and that will backfire on me more than anyone else, so it doesn't make sense to take that risk. I feel bad that I'm treating my dad like this, but there's not much I can do in such a situation. You reap what you sow, and in his case, he never bothered to put in much of an effort with me, so he doesn't get to complain when he realizes that I'm not going to make life decisions based around him and his feelings, but he never did that for me.

Update 2, so apparently my dad's not just insistent, but he's pretty desperate to move in. Guess why? Because he didn't take a break from his job like he'd claimed to. He'd been fired a couple of months ago before his wedding and had been living off of his savings so far, which was plenty. But now, after an extravagant wedding and a lavish honeymoon, he'd finally told Julia that they couldn't afford to go back once again and try their luck in Houston because he wouldn't be able to afford rent there. Julia had quit her job to be a stay-at-home mom after she met my dad, so she couldn't help. So now they needed to find a place here, and my dad had just assumed that I'd let them live with me.

Julia had no idea about any of this until he told her the truth, which is why she even bothered to apologize. So I was right about her not having any real regrets about her behavior. She's as fake as it gets, but that's the kind of wife my dad deserves anyway. He contacted me today and requested me to let them move in just for a couple of days until he's able to find a proper job that pays well enough for him to be able to afford to move out, but I told him that I was going to do no such thing. They'd been nasty to me, and I didn't need that kind of negativity around me.

He's a grown man, he should have known that if he didn't have a job, then he shouldn't have had such an expensive wedding followed by an equally fancy honeymoon. I understand the need to show that you're wealthy, but that's only for people who can actually afford it and not for men with a stay-at-home wife and two teenage stepdaughters. He was well aware of his responsibilities, but he chose to ignore them, and that is not my fault, and I refused to feel guilty for putting myself above him. They can sort things out for themselves because none of this is my problem anymore.

I texted him back and told him the same things that I said here but tried to be a little more polite than I was here because I didn't want to come off as someone who was mocking him or whatever, but he chose to take it as a mockery of what he was going through and told me that I'd have to suffer for what I was doing to him. I don't know what to say to that, so I didn't respond to him because no matter what I say at this point, he's going to find a way to turn it around on me and blame me for it, so it's better to just not say anything and let him wallow in his misery. It's hardly my problem now.

Update 3, my dad decided to leave the city today, but why would he ever leave without letting me know what a huge letdown I am as a daughter? He could have left silently, but he is who he is, and so is his wife, so they chose to make a whole thing of it. I last spoke to him about three weeks ago, but I didn't check up on him after that, and neither did he bother to reach out to me. But today, he and Julia both sent me texts saying that they were delighted to inform me that Julia's ex-boyfriend had decided to sponsor their trip back home and was even going to let them

all back because he'd suddenly realized that he needed to see his daughters too. Julia had full custody of her daughters and her ex did pay child support, but he was always a little too busy to make time for his kids. He'd waited long enough for Julia and my dad to sort their situation out on their own, but when he realized that they were useless, he offered to clean up their mess himself, which is great for his daughters, I guess. At least some dads do step up, even if it's too late. They didn't tell me all of this, but I know this could have been the only possible explanation because they did post a picture of their daughters a couple of hours ago, captioning it with lucky charms and a four-leaf clover sticker. So I'm smart enough to know what the real story behind Julia's

ex's sudden epiphany might be and why he's funding their trip back home. I don't understand why exactly he'd sponsor all their flight tickets, but I think Julia's manipulation and stubbornness might have had something to do with that. I know for sure she does have that streak, I've seen it firsthand in the past. I don't know exactly what went down, but I'm just relieved that they're leaving and this is the last I'll have to see of them. I've also realized how easy I had it after I went through some stories that people shared here about their crazy families. Rest assured, my dad is a little too worried about his reputation to even try and harm me in any way whatsoever because he knows I'm not going to hesitate in calling the cops on him even if he

does. I have enough training to know how to defend myself, so there's no need for me to worry, and now that they're leaving, there's even less of a reason for me to even think about them at all. So yay for me, I guess. I still do feel a little lonely sometimes, but instead of hoping about it, I now go to my friends instead because I think that's a better route to take when it comes to things like these. I'd completely shut everyone out after my mom passed away, and I hadn't even realized how alone I'd become until I read the comments here. It's going to take a while, but I'm going to try and make the best of my life now because I do have a stable job, I make a decent income, and I have my own house, which is not something a lot of people my

age have, and I'm really grateful to my mom for it. I have great friends who care about me, and honestly, what more does a person need? And if I get into trouble again, I'll just come back here, and I'm sure the wonderful people of Reddit are going to bail me out once again.