Reddit Stories - Wealthy guardians ignored their INTELLECTUAL child throughout his UPBRINGING, depriving him of FUNDAMENTAL

Episode Date: January 28, 2026

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #wealth #neglect #intellectual #upbringing #fundamental  Summary: A wealthy couple disregarded their intellectually gifted child during his upbringing, failing to provide essential support and nurturing. This neglect led to significant emotional and psychological consequences for the child, highlighting the importance of balanced parenting that values intellectual development alongside material wealth and social status.  Tags: redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, wealthy, guardians, neglect, upbringing, intellectual, child, emotional, psychological, support, parenting, consequences, development, material, social, statusBecome 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. Wealthy guardians ignored their intellectual child throughout his upbringing, depriving him of fundamental necessities. Now, his thriving technology venture has them accusing him of fraud and pleading for his pardon. Hello, everyone. Utilizing a throwaway since I don't want to clog up my main account. So I, 27M, started my own business with the help of a couple of my car. college buddies a year ago. We've been doing great financially and are profitable right now. A few days back, my estranged parents, both 54, who hadn't spoken to me since graduation finally contacted me to ask if I'd be willing to let them come on board as partner since they

wanted to invest in my business, but I said no. I didn't discuss it with my friends as everyone knew my terrible equation with my parents and I didn't want them to be involved in my business at any cost. My parents have always neglected me and mocked me as a kid growing up which was really strange because I was the kind of child that most parents would be proud of. They're both pretty well off, my dad's a dental surgeon and my mother's the CFO at a firm. I grew up in a high achieving household and naturally, I was very ambitious right from a very young age. But I don't know why, my parents were never very supportive of me and would make fun of me for being too nerdy. They were rich but barely contributed to my basic needs purely out of spite.

I had no idea why they hated me so much until I realized that indirectly, they blamed me for not being able to reach the kind of success they'd hoped for. They were pretty successful, but they weren't famous like they'd hoped to be. I found out about this while ranting to my aunt, my dad's younger sister, now 46F, the only person who understood me, when I was 16 and she told me the truth behind their unreasonable behavior and hatred for me since she thought I was old enough to know. They blamed me because they'd had to put time and money into raising me and they believed that had they invested the same amount of time, money, and hard work in their jobs rather than me than they would have

been at a much better place in their respective professions. They had me because of pressure from their families and didn't even want a kid but now that they were stuck with me, they had to deal with me somehow and their choice of dealing with me was to bully me and make me feel bad constantly. I'd say I was deprived of a lot of things as a kid because even though everything was paid for, I never had any help for my parents. Not with small things like maybe homework or projects and definitely not with bigger things like fights at school. If I asked for anything that I didn't absolutely need, they'd just turn me away or worse, make fun of me. They'd mock my appearance which was easy since I was pretty scrawny and nerdy looking and if not that, they make fun of my

affinity for computers and tell me that I'd grow up to be an IT guy and nothing else so investing in me was a waste of money. I was seriously emotionally neglected and on top of that, these are the kind of insults that I was used to growing up. At the time, I didn't see anything wrong with it and instead used to believe that there must be something wrong with me which is why my parents don't love me the way others love their kids. It was pretty FD up, but But for me, it was normal. In my teenage years, I started rebelling against it a little, but my dad shut it down pretty quickly and threatened to have me thrown to the streets if I didn't behave myself.

So instead I resorted to talking about them to my aunt who asked me a thousand times if I wanted her to report them, but I kept saying no because I was scared of what had happened next. My aunt wouldn't be able to adopt me and I didn't want to be a burden on anyone so I chose to suffer at my parents' house and whenever things would get rough, I'd speak to my aunt and feel better. Then when I found out the reason behind my parents' behavior, I decided that I was going to disappear from their lives after I was done with college since they didn't want me. They'd send me to public school, I'm sorry if I sound arrogant, but I think it was a waste of my potential. Anyway, that should have been enough of a hint for me to know that they didn't give a damn about my education or even me in general.

But I still had some expectations from them which all went to hell when they told me that after high school ended and I turned 18, I wouldn't have a place in their home anymore until I made something of myself. And additionally, they wouldn't pay for my college tuition either. I finally snapped and told them that they couldn't do this to me because I knew I had a bright future. I've been a straight-A student all my life and if they kicked me out at this stage of my life, right before I was about to start college, they'd be jeopardizing my future. They were adamant and told me you don't even have much of a future that we can jeopardize so quit thinking so highly of yourself. Then they told me that I shouldn't hold out hope for a bright future because my teachers and friends had all wrongly led me to believe that I was some genius and that some lowly

IT guy who fixed computers for dummies in corporate offices is probably the highest position I'll ever be able to get. Honestly, it was a pretty ridiculous thing to say because even these allegedly lowly IT guys are pretty well versed in their own way and are equally deserving of respect but my ignorant, disgusting parents would never understand that. I tried to argue my way into making them pay for my tuition at least, I'd worry about my accommodation later but they didn't budge. So I ran away from home a few weeks before my 18th birthday and showed up at my aunt's house. I applied to a lot of colleges with scholarships

while my aunt still continued trying to persuade my parents but with no luck. Finally, we decided that I'd attend college wherever I had the highest percentage of my tuition waived off luckily. I got into a college with an 80% scholarship and it had a decent computer science program as well so I was satisfied with it and my aunt decided to pay for whatever amount I needed. She's in sales and didn't earn as much as my parents back then. She was pretty middle class, but she still agreed and it helped that my tuition was pretty low since I was a scholarship student. I'd only come back home if it was absolutely necessary for me

and otherwise, I'd stay in my dorm because my aunt would often travel for work. So that's how I planned on going through with college and my life improved once I was out of my parents' house. I was no longer worried or anxious all the time, so I felt a lot happier and was able to make friends a lot easier than I used to be. That's how I met my current friends and business partners who agreed to set up our own IT firm and were doing relatively well now. I thought that my parents wouldn't care what I was up to since they'd never cared back when I was in school but when they learned that I was graduating college and I was valedictorian, they decided to attend the ceremony but couldn't enter since I didn't buy them tickets

and neither did I invite them as we were not on speaking terms. We met after the ceremony was over and I was very shocked to see them standing with my aunt, who looked just as annoyed as me since she'd probably had to deal with them. After the graduation ceremony, I had plans to go out drinking with my friends but instead, I spent the next two hours in my parents' hotel room, fighting and arguing with them. They were mad that they hadn't been invited to the graduation but my aunt had and wanted an explanation which was funny because hello. They didn't let me live with them, kicked me to the streets at 18, and then told me they

wouldn't pay for my tuition even when they could afford to. That plus all the mistreatment and emotional issues they'd caused me throughout my childhood and well into my adulthood. I didn't think they deserved an explanation, but I didn't want them to throw a tantrum outside my college campus, so I accompanied them to the hotel before losing my temper at them. I told them that I didn't want to see them ever again, and if they tried to contact me,

then I'd make sure I got a protective order or something against them then left the hotel to go meet my friends. I wasn't going to let them ruin a happy day for me, and after that, I didn't speak to them. I heard from my aunt later that they were disappointed and angry, but they'd left and were discussing the idea of disinheriting me which made no difference because I didn't expect them to leave anything to me either. So that was it. It's been almost seven years since that happened and we haven't spoken since. Then a couple of days ago, they called me out of the blue, they'd asked my aunt for my phone number and she'd given it to them because they'd told her they wanted to apologize. She told me that she'd wanted to alert me about it, but she'd forgotten and I get it, she's busy nowadays so it's fine. But they didn't apologize for anything and went straight to the business proposition because now, investing in me is profitable to them as compared to all those years ago. I obviously declined, hung up, and then blocked them.

I told my friends about it as well, but they didn't mind me declining without consulting with them first because they knew about my personal history with my parents. I didn't know what else to expect afterward, but the very next day, they hit back by tagging me and all my buddies in a scathing Facebook post where they were talking about how. I was not the self-made computer whiz that I made myself out to be but just a guy with daddy's money who had succeeded in creating a moderately successful business. All because of his parents, but now I was refusing to acknowledge the help they'd given me all through these years. I was dumbstruck at the post and almost called them up to tell them off, but before any of that, I decided to get back at them with something I'd kept to myself for years.

I had a couple of old videos of them from when I was a teenager and still used to live them where I was documenting every day of my life living with my parents, just in case I'd ever need to prove in court or whatever that they were terrible parents. I'd never posted it because I didn't want anything to do with them and if I posted these videos of them being rude to me, making fun of me, and acting like I was the worst thing that could have happened to mankind, then there would surely be repercussions for it and back then, I just didn't want any drama so I let it go. However, this Facebook post of There's Changed Everything and I finally posted those. Now here's where I might have been the A-hole.

I used my public profile on Instagram, wrote a long caption explaining my history with my parents, and then uploaded the videos to call them out. After that was done, I called my lawyer and filled her in on whatever was going on, but she was already a step ahead and had started the paperwork to file a defamation lawsuit against my parents for what they'd done and was about to get in touch with my co-partners as well to ask them if they'd be fine with this lawsuit since their names had been dragged into the Facebook post as well. There were already a couple of comments on their post from a few of my relatives and some friends of my parents, saying that it's great that I'd finally been exposed and that they'd never worked with us so we definitely had grounds to sue.

I also sent those screenshots to my attorney for future use and told my business partners about it as well so they'd be in the loop. So once that was all done, I waited for them to call me, begging for forgiveness. And they did call me for my aunt's number a few days later, but they called me demanding an apology and saying, that I'd screwed up by posting those videos because while they'd posted their rant about me on their personal accounts on Facebook, which meant only a few people would see it, I'd posted it on my public profile and a lot more people were going to see that since I had a significant number of followers. They told me that I needed to take that post down ASAP because people had already started messaging them with hateful stuff and some were even threatening them.

This could all effectively end both their careers since they didn't come off well in the videos I'd posted and if their employers saw these posts then they'd be screwed. I got a little defensive there and told them that they deserved this and then hung up, but I did archive those posts and turned off my phone for a while. When I finally got back to my phone after a couple of hours, my parents sent me an email stating that they were apologetic for everything that had happened in the past but also mentioned that what I'd done in retaliation was awful. Besides, I'd posted personal videos that featured them without their consent and that was grounds

for them to sue as well. Apparently, I guess they've been served with the defamation suit so they told me that I needed to take it back or else they wouldn't hesitate to talk about how unethical I'd been and that would certainly negatively impact my business. I've discussed this with my business partners and they really don't think there's any reason for us to back down from the suit because they think we did things the right way, unlike those who lied and presented distorted facts just to make me look like a liar and take away my credibility. They have a point but for some reason, I still feel guilty going through with it because

they have apologized in the email and I know that this suit is going to be bad for all of us in one way or the other because of all the negativity attached to it. I don't understand what to do right now. I'd have for suing my parents for defamation even though they apologized to me. Update 1, hey guys, so I've decided to go through with the lawsuit for a couple of reasons. It wasn't my decision alone anyway since my friends were also involved and even though their post wasn't as widely viewed as mine when I uploaded it, I'm sure a couple of people still saw it and it could have really affected my business. The intent was also to negatively publicize my personality and firm so they can get an ego high off of ruining my life's work so I think defamation is fair game. Besides, their apology doesn't mean much when they apologized only and only realized that their own careers were at stake if they didn't. So they didn't really mean it, they just said that they were sorry for the sake of it.

I'd just been going easy on my parents for my entire life almost because I was afraid of them. Even as an adult who's almost 30, I feel scared to even go up against them because that's just how I've been wired, I guess. The fear is so deep-rooted that I didn't even realize this was fear until you guys in the comments pointed out to me exactly how many times I'd had the opportunity to tell people the truth about my parents in the past but I didn't do so on purpose, all because I was scared of what might happen. The thing is, now I know nothing can happen to me and I'm the one in power now so they really can't touch me. I'm going to sue them regardless of their apology, which was pretty half-hearted to even begin with

and then we'll see what happens once we're through. The one thing that I'm sure about is that I'm going to make sure that they pay. I'm done being the good guy now, especially for people who don't deserve it. My parents were downright cruel to me and no child deserves to grow up in a house like that so now that I have the chance to get revenge on them in my own way, I definitely will do it. I've been the bigger person so far, but I don't see any reason to continue that any longer

when they keep picking on me again and again just because they want a spot in the limelight. It's just disgusting and I won't stand for it, not anymore. Update 2 My aunt contacted me today to ask what I decided to do about the situation with my parents and I told her that we were going through with the lawsuit. She was satisfied with the answer and then told me that she was proud of me. She also apologized for never doing enough when I was a kid but honestly, I don't blame her. Back then, she was also just trying to make her way in the world and starting out in her career

so she couldn't really afford to take care of me, but when it counted, she stepped up and did the needful and I'll forever be grateful for that. My grandparents and everyone else in my family were practically in love with my parents so none of them would ever buy it if I told them how my parents were in reality and how they treated me even if my aunt had gone to CPS. There would have been a fair chance that I would have ended up in foster care or something worse. I'm not saying that she's perfect, but I feel the need to come to her defense when there are so many people jumping at the opportunity to hate on the only person who had ever taken a stand for me and tried to be there for me in whatever capacity she could. I don't care if what she did was right or wrong, but whatever she did was good enough for me, that's it. I haven't spoken to my parents after the email and they're probably still waiting for me to withdraw the suit. It's been four days and we've decided that we're going to go ahead with a

court-appointed mediator for the negotiations first and then if the need arises, we'll let the case go to court. But for now, an out-of-court settlement is what we're trying to go for. My parents have money and they have a lot of it so it's not like I have anything to feel. feel guilty about and they're the ones who screwed up so of course they have to pay for it. I don't know what's up with their jobs right now since there'd been a lot of hue and cry from their aunt when I posted those videos of them, claiming that I was putting their jobs on the line by doing this. I can't believe the amount of gaslighting and drama that their phone call and emails were full of. I'm just lucky I didn't go soft and fall for any of it because

that would have been pretty sad and to think that they even tried to equate the two incidents as if what I'd done was just as bad as what they'd done, if not more. They were spreading false rumors about me and I was just retaliating by putting out their truth in front of the world. I honestly have half a mind to unarchive the videos once this mediation is done because they really deserve to be exposed. Their real faces should be known to everyone in the world. Update 3, so the court finalized the mediator for our negotiations today and we were notified. My parents called me, I'd unblocked them for the time being for this conversation, to ask when exactly I was going to withdraw the suit because things were going

out of hand now. I told them that that wasn't happening and they completely blew a fuse. It was so chaotic on the call that I could barely understand what exactly they were trying to say to me, but I could make out that they were pissed off about it. There was a lot of incoherent screaming, so I hung up after a while, but then they called me right back and it was my dad who told me me that I was really pissing him off and that stunts like these weren't going to scare him. I thought right back and told them what I thought of them and let out all that I wanted to say. It was harsh but much needed and I feel loads better after saying whatever I had to say to them. After that, I hung up without letting them have another chance to argue but they still came after me.

They called my aunt and told her that I was suing them for completely arbitrary reasons which is not even true and tried to manipulate her into feeling bad for them so she could persuade me to stop the proceedings. My aunt isn't a tough nut to crack anyway and my parents had already used though but were family card way too often in the past for it to be effective anymore so she told them the same thing that I told her to say, she told them that she could give them her sympathy but nothing more. And if they bothered her anymore after this then they would lose her sympathy as well but she'd definitely report them to the cops for bothering her incessantly. So that was pretty cool of her and after that, I didn't hear from them for quite a few hours until the evening.

My parents had apparently contacted every single person in the family when their attempt to get my aunt on their side failed and told them that I was coming after them legally for no reason at all so all of them started texting me the same thing. It was a poorly executed idea because it was very evident to me that they'd send everyone a template text but instead of switching it up a little, most people had just sent me the exact same message. So it became clear to me that my parents had put them up to this, hoping that they'd be able to change my mind. It's honestly sad how hard they're trying to fix this now that they know they're screwed. Update 4. The proceedings have officially begun. We're taking a break right now. I just finished lunch and now I'm typing this out in the loo.

My parents were vicious but they're very clearly losing this one and they're going to have to agree to our terms if they want to avoid the court. When we broke for lunch, my dad was glaring daggers at me and my mother was trying to console him like she was some helpless woman from a movie but no. nobody was buying their act. Because we knew that's what it really was, an act. My friends slash business partners have been very supportive and have been there for me every step of the way which I'm really grateful for. Even just now, one of my buddies told me that he was there if I wanted to talk after this since he knew this was very emotionally heavy for me to deal with and I'm honestly so incredibly

grateful that in spite of such horrible parents, I was still blessed with great friends and an aunt who loves me. I am very thankful for all that I have. That's the end of the first story. Let's begin the second one. I hope you enjoy this story. My spouse departed from me for a period of three months and recently pleaded with me to reconcile. I declined and now I am encountering opposition from everyone around me.

I am seeking guidance. Strangers. Well let me give some background information as the situation will be hard to understand without it. Seven years ago I got married to the girl of my dream's Denise fake name. We had been dating for two years before that and it was like a dream come true that changed after our marriage. After our marriage she constantly started feeling down and out of it and eventually I got her to go to a doctor who sent her to a therapist and from there we found out she had depression

to do with things from her past that she was trying to forget. I decided to be as supportive as I could be, I took care of most of the housework, despite working 40 hours a week and told her to just get herself in order and if she needed to talk to me I would be there for her. That was six and a half years ago. Before she left she was still depressed. She basically only lays in bed and complains. She does nothing. We had no intimacy, no sex, no cuddles, no going out. My entire day was filled with work and housework. Day in and day out I worked my ass off, came home to a mess of a house and started cleaning up. Starting dinner and so forth at the end of the day I was exhausted and all I could expect was for Denise to unload more of her

trouble on me and complain about. Herself, me and everything around her, I could not even hang out with my buddies to get away from it all as she would relentlessly call me saying she was scared and everything so I also had no social life, not that I had time for it anyway. But despite it all I pushed through hoping that sooner or later she would break out of it and we could have a proper life together as I loved her and as they say for better and worse and this was quite clearly worse, possibly the worst it would ever be. For months ago she got a new therapist and three months ago that therapist suggested she

needed a time away for me as her depression started when we married so I may be the cause of it, the moment she told me I was crushed, I started doubting myself, blaming myself, worrying, but beneath it all this creeping sense of having done everything for her, having sacrificed years of my life as a cash cow and a servant for her to lay in bed and this is my thanks. It is my fault now. But I rejected that feeling, trying to talk through it, but she decided to leave and stay with her mother, saying she needed time away from me and that I may be the cause of her depression and so forth. Honestly, the entire argument is a blur in my head. I spend the next month when she moved out calling her, her family, begging and humiliating myself just to get her back,

apologizing for everything I may have done wrong. Honestly, I was close to ending it all as I was so hopeless at that point, but that month passed and as it passed I couldn't help but feel relieved, I came home and it was quiet, I could indulge in my hobbies which I had not done in years. The place was not a mess every time I came home, I could relax in two months and I even. Realized I could hang out with my buddies again, grabbing a beer, enjoying life, and slowly I started to realize that I had been miserable this entire time, slowly that turned into more and more realizations before I realized I honestly did not love her anymore. I felt like my youth was wasting away. I could do much, much better than this. I felt like I was a caretaker of a handicapped old lady.

Hell, I still looked good and as I went out I started once again gaining back my self-confidence. Women would flirt with me, I felt wanted even though I never did flirt back. After all these realizations I suddenly got a call from my wife, saying she made a huge mistake, she was sobbing her eyes out and how she was an idiot taking the therapist's words as fact and how much she loved me, For a moment I wanted to say yes, yes, please come back, but I couldn't. I just blurted it out and said to her she had left me and I was done with this relationship. I told her I would get divorce papers and I told her I had wasted enough time as it was and this final action of hers was the nail in the coffin, after that I just dropped the phone, started crying for a bit before turning in and feeling liberated. The issue now is, is that everyone in my family is telling me I am making a mistake,

I should take her back. I owe it to her to try and make it work. Marriage is not always fun, etc. The thing is, I never had fun in this marriage. I can't remember the last time I had fun and wasn't miserable. We are both young and fit and we never even go out. How the last time we had sex is over a year ago. All I am to her is a fingy servant as it seems and I rather live along than spend one more hour taking care of her, but on the other end, I doubt myself. Am I really dumping someone that is depressed? I feel horrible about it. I feel like a failure, I just need advice. Edit, while I have a hard time defending my wife right now,

let me clarify something that is popping up in some comments, I know for a fact that she did not sleep around with anyone while we were separated, let me start by thanking all the people who responded, there was a lot of insight, a lot of advice and a lot of support, and while there were certainly a fair share of people just looking for an argument, insulting me, making offensive comments or trying to rope me into something called M-G-T-O-L. Luckily, the vast majority of replies were great and stuff I could work with, especially those who are in similar situations and those who are in said situation but are the depressed party proved to give me some insight I sometimes did not even consider. Also, I am sorry for not being able to respond to everyone. I really tried my best to respond but there were so many comments I honestly couldn't keep up anymore, but rest assured I tried to read just about every single comment so your advice likely did not go in vain and I appreciate it.

I ended up having a really good think about my entire situation, trying to wait out whether I would be able to give her another chance to begin with, as despite my post would give away it was actually something I struggled with, I was a bit of an emotional mess after all and honestly I sort of lack slash lacked control over my emotions, as you might have noticed in some of my responses sometimes I seem nostalgic. Forgiving and nice other times I seemed vengeful, resentful and hateful, I will. admit of the bat that this is all me and like I told some people in messages, I was and still am not in the best of places emotionally, but I have been working on getting my own emotions

under control the past few days and I can say I am in a better place than I was a week ago, but it will certainly take some more time for me to recuperate from all of this. Now off to what people were likely looking to see, what ended up happening this week that made me decide to make an update post. Well, after all that thinking I decided regardless of what course I would be taking as some people suggested, it would be my decisions and my decision alone, not the decision of my parents, her parents, friends, or people on the internet, mine alone, a decision I would be the one living with at the end of the day. So I decided I would inevitably

end up regretting it all if I did not at the very least talk to my wife and get some closure, so that is exactly what I did, two days ago I decided to invite her to our home to talk about what us, our relationship, what I would be doing going forward, her depression and so far. forth, basically just to get it all on the table. Now, it would be impossible to narrate this entire conversation and honestly it was about some very personal stuff so I would not want to even if I could, so I will instead try to break it down and give a summary of sorts. We ended up discussing our entire relationship, I must admit it was very awkward and confronting

as it was about a lot of stuff myself in particular had bottled up for so long it was very hard for me not to start yelling, I told her I was exhausted, I told her everything we had been trying obviously had not been working. I told her I felt like a dormant. I told her she was not the person I married. I told her these three months have been liberating for me. I told her I was tired of it all. I told her that I felt like she wasn't doing anything to help herself. I told her she was not doing anything around the house. I told her a marriage is supposed to be a partnership, but I felt like I was basically married to myself and that I was the only partner in this relationship essentially I unloaded the stuff I had been feeling for years by now.

I told her I had a hard time not regretting the day I married her at this point, and while it obviously really, really hurt her to hear, she told me. She knew, she knew I was unhappy, she knew she had been anything but a partner, she knew she was horrible about it all, but she felt like whatever she tried she always ended up fearing getting better, getting demotivated to do anything, and that when she left she almost felt like she had burdened me enough, that it wasn't for her, but for me, but that she went about it the wrong way and ended up blaming the therapist as an easy way out. While it was true the therapist had guided her in some way.

Towards this decision, the decision she made was for the right reasons, but the explanation she provided was tailored to her, not to me, which was disregarding the therapist's advice entirely, she said she felt guilty about it all and that, that guilt was just making her psychological state even worse, she said she hated seeing me going to work, coming home exhausted and having to clean everything up. Until I just passed out essentially which I might add is a massive step her as she never admitted this, but she started admitting a lot of stuff and apologizing for a lot of things in our relationship, she said her time away made her realize how much I mean to her and how much she took for granted and that she should have done better a long

time ago, to which I told her, I felt like I had been enabling her essentially, while I had tried to keep her to her medication and all of that, at the end of the day it was always me picking up after her which probably made it easier for her to slip back into it all, while after hours upon hours of talking we ended up hugging for what seemed like over an hour before going back to talking and she basically said she understood if I would not take her back, she understood if I did not trust her to get better, she understood that I was tired, but she asked me to give her one more chance and she would do anything for it, I have to admit, my mind. Immediately wanted me to go to the obvious option, which was not taking her back, not giving

her a chance, but honestly in this discussion, she was the person I was once in love with, She seemed to take ownership of things. She seemed different somehow, but I also knew the risks coming with taking her back and honestly I was not about to pull another Hail Mary, so I told her I would be willing to give it a shot. But it wouldn't be like before, not at all, I told her, she would have to prove she. Was going to put in the effort first, before we could even begin, firstly I told her she had to get a part-time job, I don't care what sort of job, whether it is waiting tables, at a clothing store or at some company, it is irrelevant, as long as she made sure to go every single time she was supposed to go, look presentable when going and made sure she did her best

at said job. Secondly, she knows I like going to the gym. As such, she would be going with me at least three times a week. Get in shape again, get some exercise in but most of all be busy in a healthy way. Thirdly, she is going to help her parents around the house while she stays there, no more sitting in her room along with her thoughts, groceries, dishes, vacuuming whatever, she was going to make an effort doing it every single day. Fourthly, as some people suggested, we were going to go on a date once a week, no more escaping, not wanting to go outside, feeling self-conscious, no more excuses. Fifthly, we were.

Going to do couples counseling, I know we tried before but we will try again. Sixth, she is going to go to a new therapist, not lie about anything anymore and do what the therapist tells her. Seventh, if the therapist suggests medication, she is going to take them every time she is supposed to take them and I will keep them with me and she will take them in front of me, no more forgetting, no more not taking them, no more complaining and if there are issues with them we will try, different ones. But regardless, she is going to stick to it, I told her, once we are doing all that we can go to the next stage of repairing our relationship, but until she does them and keeps them up for a good few months there is not a single chance I will continue our

And yes, I know ultimatums are a taboo on relationship advice, but I don't think I have much of a choice, to my surprise. She actually agreed and to my even bigger surprise despite it only having been two days she was actually. Helping her mother and father around the house yesterday and has been looking for jobs, her dad also said she seems a lot more cheerful. Now I know there is a long road left and I know there is a good chance this won't work out and that I should not cheer too early. But honestly, I'm hoping I get my wife back and I felt I owe it to my to at least allow her this one last chance. Call me an idiot for giving her this chance but well. Perhaps I am an idiot. That was my update. I am not sure whether I will make another. I had honestly not even planned on making this one. I want to thank the people who responded to my other post again for their insight and advice

and I hope all of you live happily ever after or something ha.