Reddit Stories - UNVEILING Betrayal_ My BOYFRIEND's Shocking REVELATION Unleashes a Web of Deceit on Social Media_

Episode Date: August 19, 2025

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #betrayal #shockingrevelation #deceit #relationships #socialmedia  Summary: A shocking revelation by my boyfriend on social media uncovers a web of deceit, leading to betrayal.  Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, betrayal, shockingrevelation, deceit, relationships, socialmediaBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6237355/support.

I hope you enjoy this story. Boyfriend abruptly declared I wasn't his ideal woman and departed. Upon investigating his social media, I discovered he was in a relationship with a more youthful iteration of myself. He suddenly wants me back. Hi guys. I know it's probably hard to believe given how nauseatingly pathetic I sound right now, but before this happened, I really felt like a confident and content human being.

Almost all of my current friends are mutual friends with my ex-fifference. fiance, so I don't want to embroil them in this drama or compel anyone to choose sides or feel uncomfortable. So I guess I'm trying to turn to this community for solace and guidance because I've read a great deal of mature and grounded advice here. I hope this sounds somewhat coherent as I've currently locked myself in a conference room and shut the blinds so no one can see me cry as I type this. I was with my ex-fiancee for seven years. He is the only romantic partner I've ever truly loved. I was completely, head over heels in love with him. Even now, after all this, I still feel that way about him. He is charming, goofy, kind, quick-witted, interesting, ambitious,

and gorgeous. We got engaged two years ago but we're not in a rush to get married. About a year ago, we began to seriously contemplate trying for a baby. We had lived together happily for six years, we had done all the traveling and partying we wanted to in our 20s, and we were excited to start our family. Over the next six months, he was much busier than normal, but I didn't think anything was wrong. I did my best to alleviate any extra stress he had, though I was experiencing some extra pressure at work too, by taking over all the housework and errands, helping him organize and pack for trips, and just being understanding when he would work very late or need to leave for a week or two. We didn't spend as much time to do. We didn't spend as much time

together during that period and I missed him a lot but I thought we were still happy. When the six months were over, our schedules reverted back to normal. I felt relieved until I started to notice him becoming more distant despite that fact that we finally had more time together. He started going on his phone more frequently when we were together and seemed to be more protective of his phone. I'm not generally a jealous person and I trusted him completely so I didn't think much of it. Then one day, after another month had passed, I brought up the time. I brought up the topic of trying for a baby as we'd discussed. I could immediately tell something was wrong. He was quiet for a while and then he unleashed a flood. He said he was unhappy with our relationship

and had been for some time. He said that he cared about me deeply but that the spark in our relationship had died and that he tried to convince himself he could live without that spark but had ultimately decided that he couldn't. He said I had done nothing wrong and in fact was the perfect partner, but that didn't change the fact that he couldn't shake this nagging feeling that I wasn't the one for him. He said that he didn't want to hurt me, but that he couldn't condemn himself to a lifetime of settling for someone that wasn't his dream girl even though he didn't know if his dream girl existed. He said he was sorry, but he couldn't live a lie anymore. I don't think I said a single word as he was telling me all this because I just felt so utterly

shocked and blindsided. I just stood there, staring and listening, and crying silently. When he finished, all I could utter was something like, okay, I'm sorry, I didn't know, do you still love me? He paused for a while and then said that he loved me but wasn't in love with me anymore. We proceeded to spend the whole night discussing his feelings and our relationship, until we were both so exhausted we couldn't cry anymore and the sun was coming up. He said he was sorry again, and it was probably best if he stayed at a friend's place, so he packed up some stuff and left. That was about five months ago. We never really talked in person again.

His brother and his best friend came over that weekend to get the rest of his stuff and I just left while they were packing because I couldn't stand to be there. I felt so shocked and numb and traumatized and tired that I didn't even cry much. I couldn't really process what was happening as I went through the motions of moving out and explaining the situation to my family. When I finally moved into my new place and sat alone with my boxes, I completely broke down. I could not stop crying and dry heaving. I ended up using five vacation days to take off a week of work, which really irked my manager.

I could not get out of bed. I barely ate, living off this old tub of peanut butter. I looked through all our old pictures and tried to figure out where it all went wrong. Then for four months, I tried my best to move on. I deleted all my social media app so I wouldn't have to see him. I dove into work. I ramped up my hobbies. I exercised to keep my mind occupied. I met with friends and family and pretended everything was okay. I started going to my therapist again, which helped a bit. I finally thought I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Then a month ago, I ran into a

mutual friend from college. She said it was really sad to see we weren't together anymore, and surprising to see he'd moved on so fast. I told her I wasn't keeping up with him anymore, but that I was doing okay. When I got home, even though I knew it was a terrible idea, I re-downloaded Instagram and went to his profile. His latest picture was him at his cousin's wedding with his arm around a gorgeous girl.

All the old pictures of him and I were gone from his profile. Again, I knew it was a terrible, self-destructive idea. But I went to the girl's profile and Googled her. her. She is literally a younger, smarter, prettier, and better version of myself. We both studied at the same university, but she completed a prestigious program which I was rejected from. We both have green eyes and brown hair, but she is far prettier and legitimately looks like a model. We are both thin and fit, but she has an amazing hourglass figure and looks far more stylish than me and has tens of thousands of followers even though she's not an influencer or whatnot. In fact, we both

work at the same company, I'm pretty sure my ex met her through work, but she landed a job in a prestigious division right out of undergrad and likely makes more money than me. She is an improved version of me, seven years younger, and the love of my life is dating her. For the past month, I've been spiraling. I can't stop stalking my ex-fiancee and this girl. I look at her Instagram every day and torture myself with her gorgeous pictures. She's posted a dozen pictures with my ex over the past few months and he looks so happy, healthy, and fit. They've gone on trips together, he's brought her to his hometown, and he's even posted a picture of them with a mushy caption which he never did when we were together.

I have no evidence and I don't think my ex would do this, but I now suspect he was at least interested in her while we were still together. She started at the company about a year ago. I'm so paranoid of running into them. I can recognize that my behavior is obsessive and masochistic and I've deleted Instagram and told myself I'm not going to do this anymore only to wake up the next day and re-download the app and do it again. My therapist has been trying to help but I just cannot move past this. I'm stuck in this mental loop of self-loathing and self-pity, this crazy mix of extreme sadness and latent anger.

I feel so incredibly low. Worthless, used up, discarded, and suddenly, so incredibly old. old. I know that comparison is the thief of joy. I know that I am objectively still young enough to move on. I know that social media is a highlight real and their relationship may not be perfect. I know that this girl has done nothing wrong to me. I know that my ex deserves to find his dream girl. But none of this knowledge helps soften the fact that I thought that by this time this year, I would be pregnant with the love of my life and instead, I'm alone and he's found someone better. Please, if you've ever experienced something similar, share your words of wisdom.

Or commiserate with me. I don't know. I just feel so worthless and alone. Update, hi again, guys. It's been about three months since I posted about my struggle to move past my seven-year relationship with my ex-fiance. While I cringe when I think about the pathetic state I was in when I was in, I wrote that post, sobbing alone in that conference room, I was stunned by the empathetic, mature, and helpful advice I received from members of this subreddit. These past few months have been an

absolute rollercoaster and I thought I owed this subreddit an update given how much solace and guidance you guys gave me during some of my darkest days. I don't think things would have worked out nearly as well if I had continued to bottle up those festering emotions and isolate myself, so I'm grateful for every single person who commented and messaged me. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Thank you. So, here's what happened. The night I made that post, I finally blocked my ex-fiance and his girlfriend on Instagram as many of you suggested. I think actually verbalizing how obsessive and masochistic my behavior was, instead of keeping it all inside, and finally feeling validated in my emotional reactions after reading your sympathetic comments, instead of feeling

alone and crazy, click something in my brain. I resolved to break out of that self-destructive loop, to stop torturing myself with their perfect pictures and reclaim a modicum of self-respect. It was an incredible relief to not be constantly following the impulse to view their new pictures and give myself some time to heal instead of picking at that scab every single day. That weekend, I decided to reconnect with my family and friends and stop pretending that I was handling the breakup flawlessly. They were incredibly compassionate, though also shocked that I had been hiding my dark feelings so well, and it was like I'd instantly rebuilt my support network.

I didn't realize how emotionally isolated I had become until I was able to be honest and open with people in my life. I did continue to avoid talking to friends who were mutual friends with my ex because I didn't want to put anyone in an awkward position, but I was able to reconnect with a few of my other friends and I took the initiative to finally make some fun plans. Getting out of the house to enjoy brunches, hikes, and shows with my friends over the past few months has been incredibly beneficial for my mental health. Just being in new environments and focusing on people other than my ex was therapeutic, even for someone who tends towards

introversion like myself. For your suggestions, I also decided to try out another therapist. I did find my original therapist somewhat helpful, but I also felt like he was not able to relate to some of the nuances in my issues given that he was in his late 50s so we had a bit of a generational gap. My new therapist is incredibly compatible with. me and instantly understood the intricacies of my problems. She has helped considerably with addressing the roots of my insecurities and was able to validate and analyze my feelings in a much more intimate way. If you are struggling to find therapy useful, I highly recommend shopping around a bit for a more compatible therapist. Therapy is certainly not one-size-fits-all.

Another popular suggestion from you guys was finding a job at another company, away from my ex-fiancee and his girlfriend. I didn't think that would be possible since the job market in my field is not great at I began actively searching for other positions. I brushed up my resume, filled out a couple applications, and even surprisingly secured an interview. Then out of the blue, someone above me and my division quit to join a competitor. The senior managers were quite eager to fill his role quickly so they decided to go with an internal hire. And after five or six rounds of interviews, God, absolutely dread interviews, I got the job. I'm so grateful for this promotion, not only is the salary substantially better, but the hours are actually more consistent as well. It's crazy,

I feel like the momentum of my life has shifted so quickly. And I finally have an office. It's tiny, but I really enjoy it. The only downside was this promotion also meant I would have to continue working in the same building, albeit a very large building as my ex. And as that's a very large building. As I left work before Christmas, the moment I'd been dreading came, I ran into my ex as I was leaving the office. We exchanged a few pleasantries and he complimented my new haircut. I thanked him, wished him well, and said I had to hurry to catch the next train. I wish I could say I felt cool and collected but I was so nervous to see him again for

the first time in like six months that I was almost shaking. On the commute home, I calmed down and actually thought, hey, that wasn't so bad. He looked good but I didn't feel a rush of sadness or desire or anything. I mostly just felt awkward, like we'd become strangers again. I didn't feel that familiar impulse to stalk his Instagram and actually felt happy to see he was doing okay since I'd cared for him for so many years. I felt like at last, I was really moving forward. The next day, I woke up to a dozen messages from my ex-fiancee.

They started at around 2 a.m. and were slightly incoherent in part so I'm guessing he was a drunk when he sent them. They were all long walls of text, which surprised me because he's not typically big on verbalizing his emotions. He wrote that he hadn't been able to stop thinking about me since we ran into each other outside the office. But he was sad that we weren't friends anymore because I still felt like his best friend, and that he regretted how everything went down. He said he questioned if he'd made a huge mistake in a moment of weakness and fucked his whole life up and that he couldn't help but regret it all when he saw me. He apparently noticed that I'd blocked him on Instagram, which I found funny given how intensely I'd been stalking his Instagram,

and said that made him really sad. I gathered from his messages that he'd likely broken up with the woman I'd seen on his Instagram because he said that he felt like he had been searching for some ideal woman who doesn't exist and that he wanted to reignite our spark after failing to find that same spark with other people. I'm not going to lie, it was shocking to read his texts and I was trembling and struggling to process a lot of it at first. Part of me wanted impulsively to give him another chance, but after taking a day to mull over his words, I ended up feeling like he was less sorry that he'd lost our relationship and more sorry that the greener pastures he sought weren't quite as green as he'd imagined.

I tried to respond kindly but firmly, saying that I really treasured and appreciated our relationship, but that I felt like I could no longer trust him to the same degree I once did and that I felt like it would be confusing and painful for us to become friends in the near future. I told him how hurt I felt when he blindsided me after promising that nothing was wrong and how I struggled for a long time to figure out what was missing in our relationship, but ultimately felt that as long as he thought the missing part was so crucial that he wanted to leave after all those years together. Then we probably aren't meant to be together.

I wished him the best. He didn't respond to my messages. I was a bit shaken by the whole thing, but I perceived. seated to enjoy my holiday break with my family and even elected to go to my friend's New Year's Eve party which I was considering skipping. Well, I'm super glad I didn't skip the party because I ended up meeting a wonderful man there. He's funny, intelligent, cute, interesting, compassionate, and is eager to settle down and have kids after also somewhat recently exiting a long-term relationship. We've gone on three dates so far, and at the risk of sounding too enthusiastic,

they've been the best dates of my life. We want to take it slow since we were both in long-term relationships a year ago, but we've been stunned by how compatible our personalities and interests and goals are, and frankly, we're also both quite keen to start a family as soon as possible. So while I'm trying not to be overly confident in this relationship, I'm also super excited to see where it goes. In conclusion, thanks in large part to the advice I received three months ago in this subreddit, I've emerged from a very dark place and am now cautiously optimistic about my future for the first

time in a long time. Next story, parents secretly took out a $30,000 loan in my name to buy a boat, when I found out my mom threatened to call child services, but she got arrested and now the company is suing her. I knew my mom had her eye on a pontoon boat for the last year. She and my dad retired in 2022 and while they aren't swimming in money, they weren't hurting much for it either, or so I thought. They bought a boat in February for a little over $30,000. I didn't think a lot of it since they always rented a pontoon boat two to three times a year and didn't appear to have money issues. At the start of July, I began getting my ducks in a row to buy a house.

When I applied for a pre-approval, I found out my credit score was barely over $600 and I had an extra $30,000 plus in debt I had no idea about. Even worse, it was 90-plus days late. I told the lender the account wasn't mine and he said my identity had probably been stolen, but it was probably someone close to me as the money would have had to go to a bank account with my name on it. I shared a bank account with my ex-fiance and asked the bank to look into it. They said the account had been closed a couple of years ago, when we broke up, and no attempts to send money to it slash take money from it had been made since. I filed a dispute with the company

and the credit agencies as it was obvious to me I had been hacked or my identity had been stolen. About a week ago, I got a notice from the company to my apartment. First I had ever heard from them, saying they were going to charge off the account if payment wasn't made. I requested more information from them and they linked me to their fraud department. They were able to tell me where the money was sent, to a bank account from when I was a minor that I shared with my mom. When I called that bank, they confirmed there was activity on the account and the statements showed the loan coming in and almost all of the money being transferred into what looks like my mom's account at the same bank. I haven't used that bank in more than a decade.

I called my mom and asked her about it and she, after a long pause, said that's how they bought the boat. They made one payment on the account and realized they probably couldn't afford the monthly payment for the next five years. When I asked why they hadn't told me, she said it was because they figured I would say they were right and that they had worked hard in their lives and wanted to enjoy retirement. It ended by them saying the boat couldn't be repossessed because it was a personal loan. My mom suggested declaring bankruptcy and I told them I was going to the police. My mom said not to do that because they wouldn't take it seriously. When I told her I was doing it anyway, she hinted that she might have to call DCFS on me. My two-year-old burned themselves on a

hot pen earlier this year. Simple ER visit and was told accidents happen. He's fine, regarding an unsafe home. I think I'm still going to the police because declaring bankruptcy would make it impossible to buy a house. I just needed to vent and looking for any advice. Update 1, I filed my police report the same day as my first post. The officer and I talked for probably 20 minutes and I printed out a statement from the bank. I spoke with a detective a couple days later for another 20 minutes. Fast forward about two and a half weeks and my dad called say my mom had been arrested. He said an officer and a detective showed up at their house asking to speak with her. As she went on to the porch, they grabbed her and arrested her.

The detective, same one I talked to, explained they had a warrant. My mom has never been in trouble with the law in her life and she got arrested on a felony. They tried talking to her and she immediately requested a lawyer. They stopped asking questions but didn't let her see a lawyer right away. My dad was furious, but the detective told him to have a lawyer go down to the county jail in the morning before she went to the judge. The next morning, apparently she and the lawyer talked and she was released in the afternoon with a new court date. About a week later, I get a call from DCFS requesting to meet with me about my son. I had nothing to hide so I agreed. We spoke for about half an hour at my apartment and I explained the situation. She seemed

understanding and told me there are no obvious issues, she just had to follow up on a report. I will say if I'm ever in trouble, I'm hiring her lawyer. The case was dismissed at her next court date in late September. The detective called me the next day and explained the state attorney believed that they wouldn't be able to prove beyond a reasonable doubt she intentionally stole my identity. He said he figured it was a BS reason because he had documents from the bank and loan company. He said the state attorney drops a lot of cases, even open and shut ones, especially when it's not violent and they have a hired attorney. She never made a statement other than her attorney telling the detective she didn't do it. He also said the loan company

might go after my mom in a lawsuit. What brings me back here is that a couple weeks ago the account dropped from my credit. Even better though, I got a letter from DCFS yesterday saying the allegation against me was unfounded. I'm never talking to my piece of trash mom again. Thank you everyone who gave me advice and hope in my first post. It just sucks that she is probably going to end up with a free boat out of it, unless the loan company sues her, which I hope they do. Update February 2nd 10, 2025. I'm happy to say nothing else has popped up on my credit in the last three months. What I'm really happy to say is that the credit card company itself is suing my mom for almost $40,000 according to my aunt. I no longer talk to my mom, but she

messaged me on Facebook last week. She had the nerve to ask me to both, ask the credit card company to drop the lawsuit and, pay half of what they're asking for with the understanding that I'll be paid back at some point both of these with the veiled threat she will call DCFS again if I don't. No and no. She's seeing the consequences of her actions.