Reddit Stories - UNFAITHFUL spouse who DESERTED me while I was HOSPI.. is now asking for

Episode Date: January 27, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #unfaithfulspouse #deserted #hospitalized #relationshipadvice #betrayal  Summary: An individual shares their experience of being deserted by an unfaithful spouse during a hospitalization. Now, the estranged partner is requesting something significant, prompting a discussion on loyalty, trust, and the complexities of relationships in challenging times. The story raises questions about forgiveness and moving forward.  Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, unfaithful, spouse, deserted, hospitalization, relationship, advice, betrayal, trust, loyalty, emotionalpain, healing, movingon, personalstory, lifeadvice, support, communityBecome 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. Unfaithful spouse who deserted me while I was hospitalized is now asking for forgiveness after a dozen years. Hello, my name is Michael, 47. I would like to recount a personal experience here to seek support. Some advice. This goes back to 12 years ago when I was married to Susan, my first wife. I was married for seven years, with two children, Laura and Lucas, they were five and three then. We were leading a regular life until one fateful day. One morning when I was driving to my office, a speeding vehicle from the opposite direction rammed into my car. The next I remember waking up on a hospital bed, covered in bandages and plasters. The nurse informed me that I had woken up after

two days in a coma. I held my doctor's hand and thanked him for saving my life. I was grateful for the new life, but little did I know about the disaster that was about to unfold. After a week of my treatment, my doctor informed me that my lower body was paralyzed and I might never be able to walk again. I was shattered. Susan broke down at this news. It was evidently difficult for her because she had to manage the house and the children in all aspects. I fell into depression, unable to comprehend my life in a wheelchair. I spent my days staring at the empty walls of my hospital rooms, cursing how my life turned upside down.

I dreaded how I would never be able to play soccer with my children, how I would never be able to dance with my wife, and I would never be able to be free again. To add to my miserable life, Susan stopped visiting me. In the initial days of my stay, she brought the children thrice a week. The moments I spent with my family were the only ones I lived for, but as the days passed, her visits became scarce. I pleaded with her to get the children to visit me, but she would say that the children didn't want to meet me so often.

I felt hopeless. Then one day, she handed me the divorce papers saying, I definitely can't spend my life with a handicapped man. I'm still young and desirable, I deserve a normal man. I would be lying to say that I didn't sense that coming. I sniffed the upcoming separation when she started giving cold shoulders to me, but I didn't expect that to be so soon. A month after my accident, some of my friends informed me that they had seen Susan loitering

around hand in hand with a middle-aged man, probably someone in his 50s, in the cafes and malls, during the evenings, and on weekends. Some claimed that she had an affair even before my accident, and some said that her desperate got her into a fat, grumpy old man after my accident. It was barely two months after my accident. I was yet to be discharged and was handed divorce papers. I might be sounding calm while writing this, but I was none of it back then. I was flustered, devastated, and heartbroken. I was wheelchair-bound, destitute, and divorced with no income or savings. After paying for the AMES, household expenses, and children's education, savings was off the radar.

Luckily, I had insurance that covered my hospital bills to an extent. I had to liquidate my savings for the remaining expenses. So, in the end, I was left with nothing. I wanted to yell, smack my head against the wall, and curse my fate. I don't know how I upheld myself back then, but something inside kept me sane, probably the fire of taking revenge. After being discharged, I shifted to my parents' house. I was 35, divorced, with no income, and dependent on my old mother physically and financially. My mother was a florist. She ran a small shop in the suburbs. The little income from the shop

and the pension money kept her expenses afloat. Without limited resources, she offered to support me. It was the most troubling feeling for a 35-year-old man to depend on a 62-year-old mother. Soon after my discharge, I went to meet my children. When I reached my house, it was locked. The neighbors told me Susan had shifted to her lover's house with the children. According to my neighbors, Susan's lover was a fat old man who had been divorced thrice, but was filthy rich and had no children. Some even label Susan a gold digger and cheapster to sleep with a grumpy old

man for his fortune. I managed to get the address of her boyfriend and reached his house. When I reached Susan's new home, she didn't let me meet my children, saying that the children had already adjusted to her boyfriend and apparently called him daddy. She said that my sudden appearance would confuse them further. She threatened me with a restraining order when I insisted on meeting my children. I didn't have a penny to spend on a lawyer, I was surviving on my mother's meager income, so I backed off. It was less than six months after my accident and only a few months after my divorce. She was already living with a man, I felt disgusted. I asked her how she could abandon me and move on so quickly, immature, I know. I was a helpless, wheelchair-bound

father. What else could I do? I pleaded with her for at least one chance to prove my worth, she belittled me, saying that I was a cripple and a burden in her life. I asked her if she cheated on me before the divorce because our divorce was settled a month ago, and she was already living with her lover. She shooed me, saying that it was not my business and that I should never show my ugly face to her. I kept staring at her, contemplating my seven years of married life with that woman who replaced me with another man in a few months. I left the place with teary eyes. I went back home, feeling defeated by the humiliation. I cried like a five-year-old in front of my mother, who consoled me, she motivated me to take charge of my life. I was clueless about my life,

I was directionless. To start with, I joined my mother in her shop, I helped her make bouquets, serve the customers, and clean the shop. Soon I realized that the business had a huge potential to grow, but my mother was too fragile to do it herself. I pulled out my old contacts to secure contracts with event management companies to supply flowers at the events. Gradually, I built a team and took contracts for venue decorations, and eventually launched my own event management company. It took me 12 long years to rebuild my life for myself. My mother had my back all these while, she supported me and motivated me to bounce back. A year after my accident, I learned Susan was leaving the city with my children and her lover,

I rushed to the house to meet my children, but they had already left by the time I reached. Before that, I tried to reach out to my children multiple times, but Susan insulted me and chased me away every time. Susan had full custody of the children and could decide everything for them. Since I was physically and financially challenged, I could not contest joint custody. I couldn't challenge her restraining order because I was too broke to hire a lawyer. Whereas Susan had a wealthy boyfriend, Evan, I didn't know if he was already with her before my accident and, if not, how he suddenly appeared in Susan's life. All I knew was that he was a wealthy man with ample ancestral property. In the last 12 years, whenever I got any leads of my children, I traveled to meet them but failed every time.

Susan threatened to get me arrested as her boyfriend had the money and contacts to get away with anything. By the way, that man didn't marry Susan even after 12 years, although they lived together. A year ago, I finally filed for joint custody. I was waiting eagerly for my event management business to get stabilized. I filed for custody and finally managed to get 15 days. They are flying next week to my house. Although Susan did her best to object to my plea in court, I hired a good lawyer who presented my case well, and I got 15.

days. Besides, my children are grown-ups now, and they were asked if they wanted to meet me and affirmed a yes. I know I can't compensate for the lost 12 years, but I wish to spend quality time with my children, as the time is nearing. I am feeling nervous and delighted at the same time. They are 17 and 15 now, I know teenagers are demanding these days. I hope that my children are not mean and toxic to the extreme. I don't know what story Susan has told them. them in the last 12 years, and should I tell them the truth about their mother? I don't know. Do you guys have any suggestions on this? How do I approach them? I'm super nervous and super excited. Update 1, Hi all, I have quite an update. I missed two critical pieces of information

in my original post first about my current wife, Amy. Yes, I remarried a beautiful woman five years ago. Amy is an interior designer. I met her at an event where she was designing the wedding venue, and we were providing the flowers. I was yet to start my own company at that time. It wasn't love at first sight, but we vibed well. We kept meeting for such events in the next few months and became friends. She was a single mother of a three-year-old daughter. The idea of Starting the event management company was hers because she worked for one of the companies for many years and had the contacts and knowledge of the business. I partnered with her to launch the business. We dated for a year before getting married.

Now we live as a happy family of four, Amy, her daughter, Mia, my mother, and I. Her daughter was delighted to get a granny, and so was my mother. The second information was regarding accident compensation. I was hit by a speeding truck, so ideally, I should have been compensated by the logistics company, owning the truck. But at that time, the company got away with paying nothing by manipulating the facts about the accident and pinning the blame on me. I could not hire a good lawyer back then, so I didn't get a penny. You know how big companies work. They pay in bombs to their attorneys to save their backs. After my marriage with Amy, she suggested I refile the case since we could

could afford a suitable lawyer. The case is still in court, but my lawyer has given us a positive hint that the judgment would come in our favor. All right, coming back to my story. As I mentioned in my original post three months ago, my children were supposed to visit me after 12 years of my divorce. I was excited and nervous, but Amy calmed me down and supported me all this while. I went to pick them up from the airport. The elder one, Laura, is 15 now, and the younger one, Lucas, is 13. They have grown up to be beautiful and handsome teenagers. After the initial greetings, we ran short of conversations. It was awkward for all three of us. On our way to the house from the airport, I tried to break the ice and ask them about their school life and city. I deliberately skipped

the conversation regarding their mother. They, too, didn't bring her up. The children were unusually silent or maybe looking for an opportunity to plug into their earphones, like any other teenager. Upon reaching home, we were welcomed by Amy. The children looked shocked as if they didn't anticipate this coming. I don't know why Amy was a surprise to them. When her mother could live with another man within months of our divorce, why can't I remarry? Amy had set up the guest room for the children.

We had lunched together, and Amy laid out the vacation itinerary we had planned for the family. They gave a neutral reaction to everything. Neither were they excited nor did they dismiss the plan. Amy and I were confused by their mixed response. They locked themselves up in their room, and soon after that, I got a call from their mother, Susan, accusing me of tricking our children. She said it brought the children to my house so Amy and I could manipulate them. I felt disoriented by her behavior.

She accused me of hiding the truth about my marriage. I wondered at her accusations. I hung up on her, but she persistently called me. I decided to address the elephant in the room. I called my children and asked them what was the matter. After the initial hesitance, they spoke up. They were mad at me because it was said to them that I had abandoned them. Susan had brainwashed the children against me and had found.

filled their heads with all lies and deceit. I revealed to them the exact truth that it was not L. Their mother jumped to another man as soon as she got the opportunity. They were kids back then, yet they remember those incidents very well. I told them how Susan disappeared with them to the old man's house and how she had threatened and chased me away whenever I tried to contact them. I showed them the restraining letter and all my rejected pleadings I made to meet them. They were in tears and regretted believing in their mother's lies all these years. My younger son, Lucas, admitted that once, he tried to reach out to me on social media, but Susan caught him.

She emotionally blackmailed him and took a promise from him that he would never contact me again. The children also admitted to having been rebuked by Susan's husband. Susan and the children were mistreated at the family gatherings because they were unmarried. Susan continued to stay as a mistress in his house. Although the man paid for their education, he was never a fatherly figure to them. My heart ached as I got to know about my children's adversity. After all the truths came out, we hugged each other and cried our hearts out. We went for a week-long vacation in Florida and had a great time together.

Laura and Lucas bonded with Amy and Mia, who is turning eight this year. I couldn't be happier seeing all my family together. My children uploaded our group photos on social media, captioning them happy family. As soon as Susan saw those photographs, she called them up and berated them for their foolish behavior. She blamed them for betraying her by bonding with us. She texted me, threatening that she would not let me meet my children further if I did anything to turn them against her. I laughed at her hollow threats and continued with our vacations. After returning from the vacation, my children met with my relatives.

My relatives happily hosted them, and I was delighted to see the old bonds rekindled. When they were about to leave, they promised to keep in touch, despite Susan's threats. They said that they felt suffocated to live in that house, and they would move back with me once they completed high school. I hugged them and bid goodbye. After going back, they confronted Susan about her evilness. But she turned the table around me, accusing me of manipulative. them against her. It's been a few months since they returned, but we talk regularly. I hope to have them back with me. I'll update you if anything develops. Thanks a lot.

Update 2. Hey y'all, I know it's been a long time since I have updated. There has been a lot of drama in the last six months after my first meeting with my children. Three months ago, the impending court case with the logistic company got settled. Guess why? I got hefty compensation, not only for the accident but for the injustices in the first trial. I'm not sure if I mentioned this in the initial trial. The logistics company whose truck rammed into my car manipulated the case and pinned the blame on me for the accident. Hence, I was not compensated at all. I appealed it again, at my wife's suggestion, and won this time. I gave the news to my children, and they were equally elated.

They wanted to meet me, and I promised to have them back with me permanently. A month later, Susan showed up at my office. She held my hand and asked me for forgiveness. I was taken aback at her sudden sight. She admitted that after my accident, she turned desperate. She found that old man who wanted a sugar baby. I didn't know about all these terms until I googled it on that day. The man had a few horrible experiences with a younger woman who ran a woman who ran a little bit of

away with his money after a few months, so he decided to settle with a not-so-young sugar girl, Susan, who was 32 back then. Susan had two children, which served as a guarantee of her loyalty. The man had stated clearly that he would not marry her and instead keep her as the mistress because he didn't want to share the inheritance with my children. Susan agreed to his terms because he promised to feed and fund their education. I asked her why she didn't get a job. She said she had never worked and was unsure if she could earn a similar lifestyle, which her lover gave her for free. She kept saying that she did everything to protect the children's future. She stood on her grounds, saying the children would have grown in poverty if she didn't

take that step. I got so annoyed at her nagging that I yelled at her, saying she could have at least given me a chance to bounce back. If she was so concerned about our children's future, she should have discussed that with me instead of jumping to conclusions and deserting me without any heads up. I clarified that I had moved on and her pleadings didn't matter. She recounted all those happy moments we shared, like our wedding day, the birth of our two children, etc. I shrugged her off, saying I was a different person now, and all those memories had faded away. They didn't mean anything to me. She crossed her lane by saying she and my children were my original family, not Amy and Mia. She said that Mia was not my daughter and that I could never have a proper

family with Amy and Mia. I felt disgusted at her cruel mind. She insisted that I take her back so the real family could reunite. I made her clear that I love Amy and Mia, and they are my real family and not her. She refused to leave my office, creating a scene. She left only when I threatened her with the police. I went back home and narrated this to my mom. mother and Amy. Amy was naturally distressed by this, but she is a mature woman and didn't make a deal out of it. My mother said that she never liked Susan because of her selfishness. Mom even said that Susan had returned to me only because of the money I had received after the court settlement. That woman is indeed a gold digger. When my children learned about their mother's

behavior, they berated her and told her to stay in her lane. I'm not sure how her sugar daddy got to know about this incident, and he had threatened to throw her away if she tried to reach out to me next time. I couldn't be more thankful to him. The latest update is that my children are moving in with me this month. They would stay with us briefly before I put them in a nearby college. They wanted to enjoy their college life and stay at a hostel. I believe we should remain connected but, at the same time, give ourselves some space to know each other. The children have abandoned Susan, and in the end, she is left with nothing but her sugar daddy. I hope she gets to enjoy the sugar until it turns sour, ha ha, ha. That's the end of the first story. Let's begin the second one.

I hope you enjoy this story. Remove feces from my intoxicated female companion due to my profession as a health care provider, as she experienced an unfortunate incident. However, I faced allegations of wrongdoing by others, and my spouse recommended that she involved law enforcement. Report against me which led to our divorce. I will try to make this short so here goes. I am a 30-year-old married man. We recently had a party at our place for some close friends after COVID. Seven of us total.

By different circumstances, we don't have much family and we decided that we would be our bubble of people that we would see during COVID times. Four woman and three guys. Long story short, we drank quite a bit and everyone was planning it crashing at our place. No big deal, nothing unusual. The one girl there that recently became single drank a lot, likely due to the breakup, and passed out on the floor. I moved her onto the couch near us so we could continue talking while monitoring her,

didn't want her to choke on puke or something. Well, eventually she stirs, rolls over and reveals. that she has pooped herself down her skirt and down her legs, also on my couch, but it was a shitty couch. Now it was a really shitty couch. Everyone laughs at first then starts gagging. The couples basically say that's a sign the night is over and they start going to their rooms. Well, I'm the lone holdout that we can't just leave her covered in poop. My wife was too drunk to help and went to bed. I was conflicted because this was a close friend so I did what I thought was best. I grabbed baby wipes and cleaned her up.

To be clear, I did not touch her private parts at all. I did clean the poop off her butt and just quickly ran a wipe through her but crack. I'm a nurse so I have a super strong gag reflex. I slept on the couch next to her just in case I heard her choking. Next morning everyone wakes up and comes to see their friend covered in poop. Well, she's not anymore and that's when it starts. I can't believe you did that that's assault. You basically groped her. My wife was no help, which hurt badly, and implied that I should have gotten her to do it. Despite the fact that she was

way too drunk to help. I feel like my friends aren't messaging me as much anymore and I'm being excluded. Today was the final straw when I looked at my wife's phone and saw a group chat of the girls and one of my best friends suggested the passed out girl file a police report. I don't know what to do. I'm so frustrated because I tried to do the right thing. I'm a goddamn nurse, cleaning poop off someone is so clinical and practiced it's almost routine at this point. Ida. Comments where Op has replied, Jacked off 5-9-678, what did the person who made Doogie and her pants say about the situation? You're only the asshole if she believes you assaulted her if not then you literally were just helping a friend so they wouldn't have to sleep in their own shit all night,oop.

She didn't say anything dire, but she seems conflicted in the messages. She's almost seeming receptive of filing a police report. Matthew 1581 NTA. That said, I'm disappointed in the behavior of your friends and wife. They suck. You didn't mean to offend anyone or hurt anyone. You did what you thought was best and given your background and the situation.

That also said, have a lawyer's number just. in case they pursue this further. It sucks that I even have to say that. Boop, this comment broke me. I can't believe I have to consider having a lawyer right now. Boop on if the woman was pretty, my wife is insanely more attractive. She's pretty but nothing I would risk my wife over. Edith I responded to this without thinking.

Yes, she's pretty but if she was a horrible ogre of a woman I would have done the same thing. Same as if it was a guy friend or anyone. I hate to sound like a mindless drone, but I have so much training for things like this it's almost autopilot. I don't really know how to articulate it better. Pickle Thief. NTA you're a literal nurse and clean someone up in as much of a professional way as possible. I can understand them feeling embarrassed, but I don't see that as assault. You cleaned up your friend's shit, you're the MVP of friends.

Edit I Everyone is asking Not same couch Same room, different couch Sorry That was vague The girl who had the accident was horribly embarrassed the next day

And left shortly after I didn't harp on it because I was trying to not embarrass her Even as everyone was calling me out I apologize day of which in hindsight Kind of makes me look guilty of something Edit 2. I didn't expect this to become so big. I had to sleep so that's why the lack of replies. Basically, I'll try to answer the questions I saw over and over. I am in Canada. So when I said post-COVID what I meant is my province is introducing social bubbles of people that interact with

only those specific people. I recognize that COVID is still very much a pandemic. I've also seen a lot of people mentioning that I should stop associating with those people. This makes sense except for the fact, I'm not sure I mentioned, we all became close because we don't have other family. They are really all I have. My wife was one of those close friends before we got married, which is why she still has those private chats, I guess. We also have a young child together, which is why I even had baby wipes in the first place. So leaving my wife really isn't an option I'm even entertaining despite the literal whole I feel in my chest over this. And no, this may be a horrible thing, but I didn't have permission to read my wife's phone.

She got a message on her phone, I picked it up and it unlocked for my face. Her face unlocks my phone as well, we don't really have secrets that way. The messages were right there, roughly ten back and forth, and I couldn't help but read them. I know that's a violation of her privacy and I wouldn't normally do that. I appreciate a lot of people saying that I was okay in my actions, but this will be the last response I make on this. The negative comments and messages I have been receiving privately are too much to take. The positivity sent by some people is outstanding and I'm so thankful. I can't keep reading messages that I'm a rapist or that I sexually assaulted my friend.

After the pandemic, working insane hours, taking care of a baby and now this. I'm emotionally drained to a point I've never been to. Mods can lock this if they want. Thank you for the support. Update, hi all, I apologize for a long delay. I meant to update sooner, but I just couldn't find the energy. I'll try to touch the important parts. It's been a whirlwind few months and I can't believe where I'm at now.

I spoke with a friend that I cleaned up a few weeks afterwards privately. Good news on that front. She was actually horribly embarrassed and wasn't upset with me at all. She was grateful that I had cleaned her up and apologized for the couch, which needed to be replaced anyways so no big deal. We started talking afterwards a bit more openly and that's where everything fell apart. I mentioned that I saw comments on my wife's phone about calling police and filing a report. Well, as much as it hurts to say this, due to the speed I read the messages at, I misunderstood. It was my wife that suggested it, not one of the other girls as I had thought.

The friend showed me the conversation on her phone and let me read through it. Honestly devastating. I could feel my heart drop into my stomach and I just felt cold. Turns out my wife is one of the leave me for a while and she tried to capitalize on this as a reason. We have tried online webcam couple counseling the last two months but I can't shake the feeling of being betrayed. It's over. We unofficially split two weeks ago but have not announced our separation. I am speaking with a lawyer for what I need to do for a divorce, something I never thought I would deal with.

I walked away with enough money to rent a small place, my vehicle, my clothes, and my phone. I can't bring myself to take anything from her so I gave her the house, 95% of our bank account and she kept her SUV. I'm still in love with her and I just wanted her to be safe in a comfortable home without anything to worry about. I make good money so I'll be fine eventually. Our friends know something is going on but aren't 100%. The suspicions are definitely there. I take some solace knowing that she was planning to leave me regardless and my actions likely had little impact other than being the match that she needed to start the fire.

I'm sorry if this isn't the update you wanted but I guess sometimes things don't work out with a storybook ending. This isn't all bad though. I am still optimistic for the future. I don't want a date and I don't want to do anything but bury myself in work which is plentiful due to COVID. I've signed up for double shifts everywhere possible and may take another job just for the distraction. Hopefully everyone is safe during COVID times, it's real, wear a mask and social distance, and thank you for the responses. I appreciate both the positive and negative comments. I think, at the end of the day, if the situation happened again, would still do the same.

I believe I'm a good person and that I acted with the best intentions. At the end of the day, I don't have to live with anyone but myself. I'm proud of me.