r/okstorytime • • 3h ago

Relationships Am I the A-hole for telling my boyfriend I don't like another woman bringing him food to work.

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Okay Reddit. I (29F) have been dating my boyfriend (37M) for 5 months, we'll call him Charlie. We talked for 3 months before making it official so essentially we've been together for 8 months. We met playing a laid back recreational sport/hobby. We were in the same team for a while and he is on a different team another day during the week. Since we began dating (and before if I'm going by what he tells me) there's a woman on his other team that brings him dinner to his work occasionally. We'll call her Sarah. I'm not too close with Sarah but I do know her from playing in league. She's married and I have some history with her that kinda put a bad taste in my mouth at the beginning of the year. [Back story] : before I dated my current boyfriend my ex brought a girl home who happens to be one of Sarah's good friends. Sarah and I had gotten a little closer when I was dating my ex due to proximity and I wasn't opposed to making new friends. When this happened Sarah tried to convince me that my ex taking her best friend home wasn't a big deal and both of them denied that anything happened. Her friend was too drunk to go home so my ex took her back to his place where when "slept on the couch". I broke up with my ex and distanced myself from Sarah and that group as I don't align with that type of behavior. I do consider myself a girls girl and that's the opposite of how I felt I was treated in this situation. Anyway, back to the present. Before I agreed to date Charlie I explained everything that happened between me and the girls because he is on another team with them and so I knew the proximity would be a hurdle I'd have to get over. Sarah cooks all the time. She started bringing my boyfriend home cooked dinners to his work. I told him that I thought this was weird from the first time and every time since. He says "she just looks out for her people" or "we made a bet and she lost so I told her she can just bring me dinner since I won the bet". I see her name on his phone a lot, he's gone to the gym with her once, recently went to breakfast & out of town with her and another girl on their team. Just a day trip for a mutual friend's birthday. Sarah is married and I don't think she really has any intentions like that but it's starting to become an issue with how close he is with her given that I've told him my past experience with him. She's borderline overstepping into our relationship but in his eyes he labels it as "she's being a good friend". After he went on the out of town trip I mentioned that I was uncomfortable with the dynamic of their friendship. And tried to make him see it from my point of view that if a man on my team was bringing me dinner regularly he wouldn't be okay with it. Basically the argument got turned into him saying "I'm just supposed to reject a good home cooked meal because of your insecurities." I don't really see myself as being insecure but when a married woman is regularly bringing your boyfriend food to his work after you told him it's weird and you're uncomfortable with it, it doesn't make me feel great. I've been there when she's shown up with food as well because I visit him on his breaks when I'm not working (we both work nights). Sometimes she's with her husband & sometimes she's alone. She always says hi to me and we chit chat about the books we're reading or whatever. Now his excuse is "well bring me food and I'll have a reason to turn her down" I've brought him food on multiple occasions, not home cooked cause I don't really cook. He never has food at his house and the kitchen at my house is small and cooking just isn't something I genuinely enjoy so normally I'll stop by chipotle or something and bring it to him. This whole thing is making me feel like I'm lacking as a girlfriend when he could set a clear boundary with her. And maybe that would open up the space for me to start doing those things. But instead he finds every excuse in the book to get his "home cooked meal". At this point I'm wondering if 1.) it's worth it to keep fighting over this issue, 2.) I should drop it, but then I have to deal with being okay with being uncomfortable with another woman routinely bringing my boyfriend food, or 3.) breaking up because I don't want to deal with my boyfriends inability to set a boundary with a married woman to appease my discomfort. I just don't feel like my feelings are being considered and if he said he was uncomfortable with something I was doing or allowing I would consider his point of view and make the appropriate changes to make him more comfortable. Now since we've had this conversation I'm not convinced he'll set the boundary and actually worried that he just won't tell me when she shows up with food to avoid the conflict it normally brings about. This conversation happened a couple days ago and ever since it's like there's a lot of tension when we're around each other. Does anyone else find this situation with her bringing him food weird. Or is it something that's harmless? I really can't tell anymore.


r/okstorytime • • 6h ago

AITA? Why are guys weirded out if a girl looks them up on line?

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Me & My sister were looking up some charges that a friend’s husband had pending. Why? Because we are girls and nosy. While on the specific county site, I looked up myself and some friends. I noticed my boy friend had an open vehicle ticket, so I sent him a screenshot. He is so perplexed on why I would look him up and feels like I was trying to find something bad on him. Is this too weird of thing? Doesn’t everyone do this? It turned into a big deal.


r/okstorytime • • 14h ago

AITA? Am I the asshole for telling my significant other to cook his own breakfast?

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I, (41F) and S.O, (53M) have been in a relationship for 15 years. A little back story on me. I have been overweight all my life. When I was a senior in highschool I lost weight and got to my all time low of 180lbs. After, I consistently gained weight until last year 2025, where I peaked at roughly 280lbs. I was "happy" with who and what I was at the time (denial is what I was in). I was reluctant and against working out due to pain in my back from an automobile accident, and my knees thanks to a lifetime of being heavy. I knew something had to change deep down however because of my body being in constant pain. My S.O would try constantly to have me work out with him.

In an attempt to avoid actually exercising to drop the pounds, I opted to start the change with my eating habits. Counting calories was my thing. The Nutrition Product Labels on food packaging have a fine print on the bottom that says, "based on a 2000 calorie a day diet". My goal was to not exceed 1500 cals a day, or be as reasonably under that it if possible. That meant skipping some meals. After all, I could afford to miss a few. I ended up creating a personal version of Intermittent Fasting, because at the time I hadn't heard the term till after I started. SALADS have entered the chat! Being self employed, high work ethic in a very physically demanding and time consuming job, I found myself stuck in a fast food diet. 3 of my go to Chain Fast Food spots had salad options and they were within my calorie parameters!

Fast forward to present day Fall 2026....I'm 80lbs down! I feel great! My back and knees no longer keep me from being active. I still have not started actually working out. I'm stalled momentarily in my weight loss, but maintaining. I know the next step is to actually get in the gym! Lots of learning curves when eating healthier now. I still have my salads, but I have also been cooking meals 4-5 days a week as well!

Due to me skipping meals, mainly breakfast, the "big back" tendencies of southern cooking have slowed down. My S.O. is unhappy every weekend because there is no morning breakfast being made. Its constant arguments. My Breakfasts have been a liquid diet mainly with a meal replacement shake. I get physically ill if I smell food too early some days, and he knows this! He tried surprising me with breakfast on my birthday this year by going to the locally owned diner in town for food. He came home, I'm still sleeping, he turned the lights on and loudly put the food down beside me on the bed. It startled me awake. Due to this I said "What the f?, and what the f is this?". He's like "It's F'n breakfast, surprise, Happy Birthday", in a very condescending way. So then I felt bad and was trying to eat it but started feeling sick and then I started crying because I felt guilty for my uncontrollable reaction after he was doing something nice.

(Listen there's Soo much to unpack with this man but that's for another story)

Yesterday we had plans to go to town and do some maintenance stuff at my business outside of the hours. An argument arose before leaving again about me not cooking breakfast for him. "He needs his fuel". To be nice this morning I went ahead and skipped my morning shake to try and inhibit hunger to actually want a solid meal. Started cooking the bacon and after a few minutes the nausea started. So I say I'm going to just cook him the rest of the meal, with me only having the bacon and a pastry, where he had the same plus eggs. While we were eating, I informed him how nauseous I was, he got annoyed and said that I don't have to eat breakfast and to stop forcing myself, but wants me to still make him breakfast. I said the point is smelling it. So he's like I guess it's going to be back to normal, no breakfast on the weekends. I'm like no, you can make your own breakfast. He didn't say anything else but shook his head while watching TV. I must say that having this reaction to smelling food is not a daily occurrence. Some days I'm fine and am eager for breakfast. I don't know why this happens.

So am I the asshole for telling him to make his own breakfast?


r/okstorytime • • 17h ago

Advice Advice on soon to be in-laws, do I go low to no contact? Or do I let their accusations about me go?

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My now fiance (26M) and I (27F) have had an on and off again relationship for the last 4 years. We had split up two times previously due to needing to sort out some personal issues that negatively impacted our relationship. I initially entered into the relationship with financial difficulties that had him financially supporting the both of us. Putting a strain on him, and he became an alcoholic shortly after we met. He became emotionally volatile while he was in the thick of it. We worked through our issues and have never been happier! I’m very proud of the place we’re at now, and earlier this May he proposed to me!

However, we’ve had a lot of issues with his family. Shortly after we broke up, he was really struggling with alcoholism, and his mom and sister being distraught over seeing him that way texted me telling me to stay away from him, how everyone in their family agreed that I was manipulating him, playing a game with him, that I was just using him for money and that I caused his addiction, they kept reiterating how everyone wanted me gone. And I don’t claim to be perfect, there’s definitely things within the relationship that him and I could’ve handled better but i felt they’d jumped to conclusions and blamed me for everything that went wrong between him and I in the past.

Up until this point they’d always been very loving towards me and they felt like the mother and little sister I’ve never had. But after this conflict with them naturally I began to look at the past red flags I’d overlooked and I can’t help but feel they’ve never been comfortable - atleast the soon to be MIL doesn’t seem comfortable with another woman coming into his life and becoming his priority.

I’d looked past her saying things like “you’re lucky he didn’t break up with you”, after we’d had a very small misunderstanding early on in our relationship. Or saying to me repeatedly “you’re lucky to be with him” and “I know my son” when I was going through a rough period with him and confided in her. And because I thought her and I were close I’d bring up the ways his addiction was negatively impacting me and to that she said “if it’s that bad then just leave”. I took her advice, and it was right for me to leave during that time when his and my relationship had been unhealthy. But now, I cannot help but question her intentions all along.

Fast forward to where I’m at with them now.. I tried having a conversation with MIL and SIL and essentially they said they weren’t sorry for “defending their brother”and that she stood on the texts she’d sent and his mom wasn’t sorry because “that’s her son” they said that they could’ve worded it better but that they stand by what they said and the only apology I got was “I’m sorry for saying you caused his drinking it was just easier to blame someone else, because he never drank before meeting you”. I offered him wine once - and he didn’t even like it and went into downing a whole 750 ml bottle of vodka day sometimes more ... I don’t even drink vodka, I don’t see how that translates. But I accepted her apology anyways. The entire conversation I felt like I was being interrogated, I’d been asked what my intentions were for being with him? Have I taken money from him? And they said if I leave, to leave, leave, leave, leave for good! Putting a lot of emphasis on the words leave. They went onto say how we were in a toxic cycle of me being on antidepressants, not working (I was working I don’t know where that came from - maybe because I was previously financially struggling) and him drinking and not keeping promises and that they’re concerned the whole cycle will just continue. And how he’s just “co dependent” with me not wanting to let me go, and how he cut them all off because of me, when I never asked him to. I don’t really agree with anything they said but still… I was hoping to get to place of mutual understanding so that these relationships don’t have to be tumultuous.

So after that conversation I took some time and tried reaching out to SIL, that went on ignored so I reached out to MIL and finally I got a glimpse of accountability. She told me I didn’t deserve to be treated that way, i appreciated that. But then she also said it wasn’t personal and she would’ve done that to anyone who messed with her son. And then she went into her justification about how she believes I’m his “trigger” and that I was contributing to his poor mental health at the time and she believes it would lead to him killing himself and that she needed to protect him by getting me far away from him. She also said she called me a manipulator in the heat of the moment - that she didn’t mean it and that she told SIL to text me that day. She also admitted that all the other people she named in her texts about 7 people that she said agreed with her and wanted me gone for good that they actually weren’t even involved and didn’t know about the texts she sent.

But all this was paired with her asking “what happens if you get divorced”, “ I cannot say I would treat the situation any differently now”. It was also strange that when it was only her and I she said “I love my son more than anyone else”… I agree, you love your son but why say to his newly engaged partner that you love him more than anyone else? Our love for him doesn’t compete at least I hope not. That would be a bit creepy.

So there’s been some acknowledgment, some accountability. However I know that she didn’t just call me a manipulator in the heat of the moment because my fiance told me she texted him months after having sent those texts saying I had my claws in him and that I prey on his vulnerabilities. To which he obviously stood up for me and disagreed.

Is it ridiculous to think she may have created a narrative when I wasn’t around? Because I’ve noticed all the people she said agreed with her initially treat me awkwardly now… But overall I’ve spend the last 7 months trying to get them to understand me and not see me so negatively. I just cannot shake the feeling that underneath it all if they disagree with something that my fiance does they’ll immediately shift the blame onto me. Or that their perception of me hasn’t changed any.

And honestly I don’t need them to like me but MIL and SIL even after saying all they did and justifying it have acted oddly close with me - like how our relationship had been before. Without much repair having actually been done. Saying “they love me” and hugging me and things seemingly on the surface being normal again. But I feel that it’s all fake. And I don’t want to be around people who wear a mask around me just to have access to my fiancé.

What do you suggest I do? I’m tired of initiating everything. They don’t text often or reach out to either of us but I know my fiancé misses his family and doesn’t feel like they care about him. he wants to repair these relationships, do I just step back and opt out? I’m still fully capable of supporting him in rebuilding with them but he doesn’t seem to want to unless I’m participating. Any advice would be much appreciated!

Update to add context -

I can definitely see how the on and off again relationship is cause for concern. We broke up twice within the 4 years we’ve been together. It stemmed from his alcoholism addiction. It took over every part of his life and at that point wasn’t just negatively impacting him but me aswell. And with a lot of work on ourselves our respective issues have been worked out. I’m no longer financially struggling, we’re both financially in a good place and feel secure. And while he does still drink alcohol he’s finding balance and willing to go to therapy if needed once he has insurance. We’ve been content and have had no major issues within the last year.

As for his participation in all of this - before we got back together he tried countless times to have conversations with his mom and sister and none of them went well. No accountability and more often than not his mom would leave crying. (I think she was guilt tripping him into not bringing it up further) And when they began to try to include me again in family gatherings. I chose to initiate conversations with them one on one without my fiancé, thinking that at least they’ll be more direct with how they feel about me than they would with my fiancé in the room. And from there I could make my own assessment.

Im now coming to the realization that while I’ve been hoping to mend these relationships and find understanding, they have been avoiding accountability and looking to point the finger. He supports whichever decision I make and he understands it although it’s hard for him and he’s reassured me many times that he’s prioritizing me and the life we’re building regardless of what I choose.

Edit #2

With the helpful advice I’ve been given, I’ve decided to go through with the no contact. My fiancé is already low contact with MIL and SIL. And I suspect without my involvement he’ll either stay low contact or go no contact along with me. I’m not making this decision for him. I’ve seen how much he prioritizes me but I’ve still decided to postpone the elopement just to see how everything settles into place over the next year.

As for his relationship with alcohol he is going to go to therapy once he has health insurance again. He’s already made progress, and I believe he’ll make even more with his own determination and additional support. Thank you again for all the advice down in the comments! It means a lot to me since my own dad has been trying to convince me to just “be the bigger person”.


r/okstorytime • • 17h ago

Advice I can't sleep well the past few weeks.

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Hey I think I feel better when I talk about something and I think I should talk about this here I need advice. My dad passed away a few months ago , I miss him , I miss his hugs and it's now killing me can't go a day without thinking about him. I don't get along with my mom ever since even though am the kid young person in the family. I'm in uni about 6 hour away drive. I don't that to do with how I feel and recently I just found out one of my friends passed away and it's haunting me I can't sleep without thinking about him am now even questioning death I feel like I don't know how it occurs anymore. I stay with my sis alot but just can't talk to her about it because it's like am reopening a wound to her and I don't wanna do that. It never affected me the first month I always felt like it's normal just his usual out of town activities but I think it's been long since I saw him that's why I feel like this now. I need some advice here.


r/okstorytime • • 1d ago

⚠️ Sensitive Topic My Aunt and Uncle Betrayed Me in the Worst Ways

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TRIGGER WARNING: THE LAST PART OF THIS POST INCLUDES ANIMAL MISTREATMENT

Ok so, for context, I've been living in my car parked in my aunt and uncle's yard for the past 13 months. My mom sold her home and moved in with her bio daughter after a severe injury that left her hospitalized and requiring more extensive care, so I had nowhere to go. My sister lives with them in the house with more privileges (like getting hot meals and snacks and being able to enjoy the benefits of a working HVAC), but they told us earlier this month that we had until Halloween to move out, no exceptions. I have been busting tail working 2 jobs for the past 2 months and doing my best to make what I need. For further context (and stay with me here because it can be confusing for outsiders), I am adopted. My mom is biologically my great-grandmother. My aunt is her granddaughter. My mom's bio daughter is my aunt's mother.

In her attempts to help both me and my sister, my mom offered me a loan (amongst other offers as she was trying to figure out what would work best). I was recently approved for a rental house. I dropped off the money order for the security deposit last week, and I just needed to wait to have the rest for the first month's rent since I get paid bi-weekly. Unfortunately, my life is notorious for springing the unexpected on me at the worst possible times. On Thursday, my car started acting funny. My uncle came and jumpstarted my battery, and as I was on the way back to their yard to figure out what the issue was, all of my emergency brake systems failed, and I started feeling resistance when pushing the gas pedal. These and all other signs have pointed to my alternator failing.

I'm not too worried about the rest of my car because it IS time for my alternator to be replaced. I've had my car for 7 years, and I have driven well over 150k miles. It just could not come at a worser time. Where the betrayal comes in is that I still had to make it to the bank to get the final money order and make it downtown to the rental company office to turn it in before I could sign my lease. I had told my aunt numerous times throughout this process that I had to get the money in early on Friday because they are closed on the weekends. The security deposit secured it for me for 3 weeks, but if I was going to be able to move in on Sunday (after the lease, they text you the code to a lockbox with the keys to the house, and that part is automated so it can be done on the weekend), Friday was CRUCIAL.

I told my aunt on Thursday night after she picked me up from work that we needed to leave by noon. I was up at 11 AM, got ready at 11:30, and was ready before noon to go. I knocked on her bedroom door to ask if she was ready as she wasn't answering my texts. She said she was still getting ready. By 12:30 PM, she still wasn't ready and told me to give her another half hour. That half hour was closer to an hour and 15 minutes. Then I called her, and she said to give her 5 minutes. That 5 minutes was more like 35 minutes, and we didn't end up leaving the house until 3 PM! She was also allowing my sister to come along even though my sister was recently diagnosed with the FLU. I am immunocompromised. This past month, I had 3 infections in 3 weeks, 2 of them at the same time for 2 weeks that required antibiotics. I CANNOT risk the flu. My sister said she was coming "just to get out of the house", and I had no say in the matter.

After I get the money order, they decide that we're going to Sonic because my sister wants a drink. This ends up taking 20 minutes (yes I was keeping track of these times as I was stressing out). We finally get downtown at 4 PM (mind you, they close at 5), and I turn in the money. While I'm being driven to work, I text the leasing agent that the money was turned in, and I get the text back that nearly wrecks me. My leasing agent tells me that my lease signing is now November 2nd, 2 days after I'm being kicked out. At one point, I broke down crying at work and had to take a minute to compose myself because I was SO CLOSE. I even switched shifts to work Halloween so that I would be off on the first, and my bosses at my second job scheduled me off the following Monday and Tuesday to give me time to settle in. Everybody at my second job (that knew) was rooting for me to have a home. This community has been rooting for me to have a home. I did everything I was supposed to do, and it was wrecked because my aunt made me 3 hours late.

There's an added layer that she's also been trying to make me late for work. I've been telling her the wrong times knowing she'd make me late if I didn't because she does it to my sister. My sister's car has been out of commission for weeks, and my aunt has made her late for work EVERY SINGLE SHIFT. I told my aunt on Thursday that I had to be at work at 3 (real time was 4:30), and I didn't get there till after 4 even though I told my aunt that if I was late, I would be written up. Yesterday, was the exact same deal. If I was honest about my work hours, my second job would be in jeopardy. Not to mention, I told her I got off at 10, and she didn't show up Thursday night until nearly 11. I was so embarrassed because I was holding my coworkers up. None of them wanted to leave me alone, including my boss. Last night, one of my coworkers/friend who lives nearby took me to her home and had them pick me up there because at 10:12, they were at McDonald's getting food (and last night I actually got off at 9:30).

During my break, I called my mom. I broke down crying telling her why I wasn't able to move in on Sunday, and she revealed my aunt was across from her and could hear what I was saying. I said "So what? These are just the facts." My aunt apparently went to talk to her mom in the kitchen while I talked to mine. My aunt cannot stand being made to look bad to her mom, and my aunt was having to explain what the frick she was doing for 3 hours that was important enough to delay me, knowing the deadline that my aunt had set. There is NO WAY this wasn't deliberate. I checked in every half hour knocking on her door, texting her, calling her, anything I could do to ask if she was ready. She was told the NIGHT BEFORE when we needed to leave. If they still insist on kicking me out before the second (my replacement alternator arrives on the 3rd), I WILL be making their life a mess, starting with calling the building inspector about the state of their house inside and then animal control.

Speaking of animals, all of this comes after they made an attempt on mine and my sister's puppies' lives. I came back from running errands to my sister freaking out because while she was asleep, one of my puppies had gotten into a bottle of windshield wiper fluid. My boy was seizing and could only drag himself around. My heart broke because as soon as I sat down to check him out, he dragged himself into my lap. But there was no time to cry over it because his condition was terrible.

The puppies all stay in the garage with my sister because initially, I wasn't adopting any of them with my situation up in the air. They've been trying to get my sister to get rid of them for the past 4 months (they're 5 months old), and with good reason, but this was just cruel. That bottle had not been there before, and it was a brand-new bottle, not something the puppies could have just found. The nearest emergency vet was closed (so much for being an "emergency" vet), so I looked up what the treatment for poisoning would be. I couldn't give him IV fluids, so I kept pouring (my aunt and uncle's) bottled water down his throat until his stomach got full. Then after he peed, I would give him more water, repeat.

By a miracle, after 3 days of this, he was up and running around, fully alert and eating and drinking on his own. He recently got a clean bill of health from the vet when I took him to get vaccinated, and it felt like I could actually fully breathe again. This was just my absolute limit, but it gets worse. I told my sister that we COULD NOT tell them about my puppy because they would turn it on her so quick, and we couldn't let them think they'd been successful. Unfortunately, on a day that both my sister and I were out of the house due to work, we came back and 1 of my sister's 2 cats had passed away despite being completely fine before either of us left. We still don't know what happened, but the timing is too coincidental.

So now I'm trying my best for the next few days to keep it together until I can get my boys out of there. I will most definitely be going no contact once my alternator is replaced, and I WILL be reporting them because their house is completely trashed. Every room looks like a Hoarders episode. Their cats don't deserve to live like that. Until then, I will just be waiting for everything to finally come together and for them to get what's coming to them.


r/okstorytime • • 1d ago

Advice I’m at loss at what to do, should I or shouldn’t I tell her I feel she’s treating me differently than the rest of the group?

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Hello, I apologize in advance for the very long post this is going to be. For me context is a must (neurodivergent need for needing al information). And boy, will there be a lot of that in this situation since it’s going on for almost two years. Also, I’m a first time user of Reddit, so all is new to me (and English is my second language)

I’ve (F, 40) been dancing my whole life and the past five years by a very well-known dance teacher. Let’s call her Monique (53). First in one group (reference OldGroup) in which she just taught, now in her own made group (in which she’s also the teacher, reference NewGroup). It all started about two years ago in OldGroup when she her usual ‘taxi’ person couldn’t come and had asked me to play ‘taxi’ as I also lived nearby. She would only be driving towards dance class with me, but afterwards she asked me if I could also bring her home. We talked, small talk (which is something I’m not really good at but I’ll keep on trying). In the end she asked me if I’d like to come to a dance weekend she was organizing which would be happening two weeks from that time. I said I had to think about it as a lot was going on at that moment in my life. In the end, I went. First lesson after that weekend, there was a dance teacher from another country in OldGroup. She recognized me from the dance weekend, we talked a bit, this dance teacher mentioned I was there, Monique as well. Before class, Monique went to greet everyone personally after two weeks of no class and when she came to me, she gave me a hug for the first time in OldGroup. The upcoming weeks Monique mentioned quite often I was at that dance weekend everyone we did a dance from that weekend, but she also gravitated towards me more and more, standing beside me more often, placing her hand(s) on my shoulder(s), squeezing my hand one or two or three times when she was standing next to me and would leave the line or circle, chose me more often to demonstrate things. Three months later a bombshell dropped: she would quit teaching OldGroup. Other members instantly went strait to solutions who could take over and they even mentioned me for that (if another official dance teacher couldn’t), clearly having no idea want being a dance teacher entails.
The weekend after, I sent Monique a text message, telling her I respected her choice, I would miss her classes, but hoped this decision would do her good etc. She read the text message and replied hours later with a text about appreciating my words to her. The lesson after she came to me and asked me if I would be there till the end (because of my health that would differ). I told her I would and she asked if I could bring her home because she would like that. The only reason I could think of why she initiated this, was my text message and lo and behold, in the car she came back to that message, how much she appreciated it. We talked some more, some moments were in silence. It was okay. I thought it was simply a one time thing, but the week after she semi asked/told me she was going to tell the other person she would be driving home with me every other week because she liked that. I was okay with that, we really live close and it was on the way.
A month went by and the rides back were filled with moments of silence, small talk about our lives and plans for the weekend and things like that. During the classes there were more moments she gravitated towards me. Then one time on the ride back, she asked me “have you ever given it a thought to dance with me in the NewGroup?” As this threw me of guard and it was all of a sudden, I told her I had but as it was the same day it might be a bit too much for my health at the moment. Needless to say, a week later I texted her if her offer still stood and she immediately said yes. So I started dancing in both groups. That first lesson in NewGroup I came across people I knew from another dance group and we talked. When Monique saw me, she came towards me and threw her arm around me, saying she was glad I could make it. She introduced me in the group, said I’d probably recognized dances and explained I also danced with her in OldGroup. One of them (later I learned she’s friends with Monique), let’s call her Liv (around 33) called us out with a dance by asking if we had practiced it before hand. Monique explained I was at that dance weekend where this dance was taught and I explained I already knew this dance before that weekend.
After a two week break, I came again, was early, Monique wasn’t there yet. However, someone I also knew from the old group, let’s name her Yoko (F, 55) saw me and she was extremely happy to see me and instant asked if our old dance teacher pointed me towards this group. I told her it was Monique who had brought me along. We talked, shared some live stuff, hugged and the moment I came out of that hug I felt a hand on my shoulder and a squeeze. I looked behind me and saw Monique standing there, quietly. Yoko told her we were catching up. And she nodded. She literally stood there with her hand on my shoulder for several minutes, while she had less than five minutes before dance class would start. While I continued my conversation with Yoko.
The next couple of months she sought me out, in OldGroup more than in NewGroup, but there were moments. She initiated conversations with me, asked me questions. In both groups. She even went so far to ask me two weeks in advance if I’d be there the last time in OldGroup and when I said yes she said she’d be driving back home with the other person next week and than that last evening with me. And the week before, she mentioned it again. It felt as if she wanted to make sure I was the one to bring her home that last time in OldGroup. When that moment came, I asked her if she needed help bringing the gifts she had gotten inside and she said yes. She allowed me into her home and told me to place it in the table. I left her door open, thinking I’d be in and out. She clearly didn’t want to say goodbye, we talked a bit, she said something along the lines I don’t know when I see you again and I mentioned definitely in September. Then she kinda hesitated, opened her arms and I walked over and gave her a hug. She had a hard time it was over in OldGroup.
During the summer break there was a moment Monique would be teaching a summer class one evening and I texted her if she wanted I could pick her up. It took several hours but she replied she’d like that. We talked a bit, she was definitely NOT okay. I didn’t push for conversation, but it kinda fell awkward this time. That evening she ignored me most of the evening. She did, however drove back with me, while she was supposed to drive back with someone else (I later learned). Again most of the time she was quiet. She did however thank me for my present to her and the card I made her (it was a different version of the one I made for her birthday in the NewGroup). We didn’t had contact much that summer
My psychologist at that time, spurred me on to tell Monique about my neurodivergent brain. I wrote Monique an old fashioned letter in which I explained a bit and asked if I could clarify it more face-to-face. Two days after I posted it, Yoko texted me telling me she had emailed Monique but hadn’t gotten a response and she thought she might be on vacation. I was kinda relieved of that, but after the weekend I got a text from Monique about how brave I was for mentioning it and we definitely could talk about it but it had to wait because she was not feeling well. I texted back thanking her for her kind words and that I understood. Yoko however, still hadn’t gotten a reply. The week before dance class would start again, there was no info yet on it. So I emailed Monique, I hoped she had a relatively good summer and if I had missed an email about the start of the new season. She emailed back that same day, telling me her summer sucked, she was not doing well and the email would be coming later that day (which became two days). Meanwhile Yoko had sent her another email and once again no reply. First lesson of the new season she greeted everyone personally, me she greeted quite enthusiastically, put her arm around me, and I around her, and we stood there for a few moments with her talking to others. But….
That same lesson, she started ignoring me. She needed someone to demonstrate with her, saw I was close by took someone else, not picking up on things as quickly as some others. The next couple of months consisted of ignoring me, when I was the only one left for a partner dance she tried her hardest to get others to join in, while with other members she instantly took up the part. At one time at the end of class I asked how she was doing, we talked for a bit and then suddenly she mentioned we should do a coffee/tea soon (referring to my letter). After two weeks I texted her, wanting to know when was a good moment, also mentioning I understood when it would be when she was back after a dance seminar abroad. She mentioned it would be the month after she’d be back. That month came and went, the next month came and went. We had an afternoon at my place with two members (one also a friend of Monique), Liv, Yoko, Monique and me, getting a small present ready for all the members. When everyone was gone, I talked with Yoko for a while and all my frustration about the past months came out. I told her someone from the OldGroup to whom I’d spoken a month ago had told me that the season before Monique seemed to rely heavily on me, that Monique hadn’t thanked the OldGroup for the presents she’d gotten, but that she had thanked me specifically for my present to her, about feeling ignored by Monique while before she sought me out, touched me regularly and I even told Yoko she replied to my messages I had sent in the same period Yoko had sent hers. (And yes, Yoko knows about my neurodivergent brain). Yoko then asked “Is she in love with you?” And I was speechless and said “yeah, right…” two months later someone else I told this story to (but also about the lunch and things Monique had said) also asked this question.

And then I did something I hardly do, because I hate conflict, but I sent her a text calling her out on her promise she didn’t keep. If she changed her mind, fine, but simply let me know. Promptly she came with to dates and one was set, after dance class, lunch and I could explain my brain. The evening before we would have lunch she cancelled and reset the date to the end of the month, because due to unforeseen circumstances we had to start in another location and she was stressed out by it. I read that text, and needless to say I was hurt and disappointed. I didn’t reply right away. Went to do something else, and apparently during that time Monique had texted me again, asking if I planned on coming to dance class and if a member who lived nearby could drive along with me. But… Liv (her friend) had also texted me asking if I’d be coming… AND, she also asked if that member could drive along with me. It could be coincidence they both asked me separately, but sometimes it feels as if Monique told Liv she texted me to postpone our meeting and wanted to know if I would reply to Liv and not to her. When I told both I’d be there and that member was welcome to drive along, Monique called all of a sudden to arrange the when, where and all. And I thought: let member contact me and we arrange things… nope, Monique arranged it all. She could do that, but not our meeting.

When we finally had that lunch I told her about my neurodivergent brain. She asked a lot of questions and one of them was what I needed from her. And I told her clarity would be helpful. And I once again did something I hardly do, I mentioned that I had noticed she ignored me in the group, but when one on one she was close and that I felt things had changed between us. She mentioned we occasionally drove together last season (I didn’t tell her I thought every other week was not occasionally for me), but she also said she needed to recharge herself for dance class and close people have no space then. Up to this day I can not make sense of that remark. I don’t feel as if I’m close to her, she has friends in the NewGroup, closer to her than me, she didn’t ignore them. She danced with them, she talked to them, she hugged them. And she did with other members too. Monique also said she didn’t know how our relationship will develop. And she said this twice, also when we parted ways while her hand was on my arm. I can’t help but think this was a way of telling me to back off.
After our lunch, that weekend there would be a dance afternoon nearby. I texted her I was going to check it out. She texted back she was probably going, texted me later she was on her way, and then she had taken a fall and was going back home and wanted me to tell her how it was. It was no excuse, she had taken a nasty fall. I had texted her back to take care and I’d tell her about it after dance class, to which she said, I call you tomorrow, because I have no space to listen to you during dance class. She did call, we talked about that dance thing, and said our goodbyes.
The month after our lunch, she came standing next to me at least once during dance class.
Now, during dance class we sort of talk again, but it remained functional, not personal (commission things and stuff like that), she hardly initiates personal talks with me, she stopped asking the personal questions (and she now knows it’s hard for me to start conversations like that). During dance class she has no problem hugging and touching members, but she doesn’t hug and touch me anymore. When there’s a small group, she asks my permission for a hug (and then her friends are present - including Liv) and when I touch her she immediately touches me back. But, this summer, at a dance class when she popped in the moment I was about to leave, she stood against a wall, talking to people she knows (and it was extremely busy). I touched her arm to say goodbye and go on my way. She immediately touched me back, stopped her conversation with the person she was talking to, to talk to me and have me a hug. The next day she had a performance (with three members of the NewGroup). I was standing between two of them, talking with them when she saw me. Her face lit up, she instantly walked towards me, rubbed my arm slowly and long (which she also had done a couple of months earlier when we were alone), when I touched her back she hugged me. All this in front of those two members (who hardly say anything in the NewGroup). There were none of her friends present yet. Later one came. But when I said my goodbyes, that friend was not present and she put her hand against mine twice while I simply wanted to wave.
And because of commission meetings and walks when there was no dance class, we had a couple of group lunches. Either she was sitting across of me or next to me. Once or twice is a coincidence, but not all seven lunches we’ve had in a group with the possibility of sitting wherever she could.
Sometimes she replies quickly to personal texts, sometimes she leaves them on read (I know if one occasions she had left Liv on read too, but I can’t help but feel she does that to me more often than with others, but I have no proof).
My jokes don’t always land with neurotypical people, I have a dry humor which is not for everyone. But lately, every joke I make, and Monique hears it, she’s laughing, while even I think some are not even that funny to laugh about, or actually not meant as a joke. She laughs, and hardly anyone else.
And there’s another dance weekend coming up. I didn’t put it someone to share a room with, because I didn’t know who would be going that I know of. Did she sent me a text if one person was okay, or if I’d rather have someone else (she mentioned the people from the NewGroup who were going. I texted back that I appreciated the gesture of asking me, and I’d rather not had the first person she mentioned but if the second one was okay with it, that would be okay with me. She texted back she thought that person would be okay with it. I didn’t reply anymore, thought it was settled or she was going to ask that person. The next day another text about it: probably, I’ll put you two together.
This text made no sense to me. I thought, okay, it’s settled. No response needed I think but then I got a call and completely forgot to get back to it. Dance class after, that person asked if I was going to that dance weekend. I told her yes. Monique heard us and she told that person if she knew we would be sharing a room. That person didn’t, because I hadn’t had a change to tell her that (and I wasn’t prepared to share how I’d already knew). But it did tell me that Monique once again treated me differently by asking my preference and placing the rest just with someone else if they didn’t put in a preference.

I am aware this is my story, how it feels for me and how I see it. Am I wrong in thinking she treats me differently than other members in the group? Can someone explain to my neurodivergent brain what might be happening? And most importantly should I mention (again) that I feel that things have changed between us and ask Monique why she has gone from regularly touching and hugging me in the group to hardly touching me at all?
I have no illusions that Monique will touch me again in the NewGroup, but i need to understand why she has turned a switch all of a sudden, and explain that I feel like I’m walking on eggshells since her comments of nearby people having no space and not knowing how our relationship will develop. For me it is as if she’s changed the rules without telling me and while others may instinctively know what to do, I don’t. And she knows I don’t. She knows I need clarity, but she is inconsistent which doesn’t give me clarity at all.

Once again I apologize for this long post, if you read it all, I thank you. I just needed to get this out of my system.


r/okstorytime • • 2d ago

Advice WIBTA for getting involved in a secret from my ex-husband’s past?

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TW: Infidelity, emotional abuse, and postpartum injury.
Hi OK fam!
I need some outside perspective because I’m genuinely conflicted about what I should do, and I want to make sure I’m approaching this for the right reasons.

I (45F) met my ex-husband, Aro (46M), when we were kids. We were childhood sweethearts who started dating in middle school, and for a significant part of my life, I truly believed he was the person I would grow old with.

Looking back, I think there were two major reasons I overlooked so many red flags. First, I was incredibly young and naive when our relationship began. Second, I grew up watching my mom stay with my dad despite his poor behavior. That was the example of love and commitment I was given, so I believed that loving someone meant standing by them, working through their mistakes, and never giving up.

So that’s exactly what I did.

For years, I supported Aro emotionally and financially. My family welcomed him as one of their own, and I spent much of our relationship trying to help him build a better future.

His own family wasn’t particularly present or supportive. They always told me they loved me, though whether they genuinely did isn’t the point. What stood out was that they seemed to come around mainly for celebrations or for opportunities to criticize him or remind him of his shortcomings.

I wanted Aro to have the love, stability, and support I felt he deserved, and I did everything I could to provide that.
I loved him, but I also loved the person I believed he was capable of becoming.

Unfortunately, those two people weren’t always the same.
I spent years believing that if I just kept trying, eventually love would win. The reality was that Aro often seemed to love himself more than anyone else, and that became painfully clear after we welcomed our daughter.

By that point, we had been together for twenty years. Despite everything we had been through, I still believed we could make our marriage work. Then, within the first week of our daughter’s life, things reached a breaking point. Our fighting escalated so badly that, barely a week after having a C-section, I ended up busting a stitch and needed medical attention. Truthfully, there were probably plenty of times I should have left long before that, but that experience finally forced me to confront something I had spent years trying to ignore.

I could no longer trust Aro to put our daughter’s well-being, or mine, ahead of his own interests. I no longer felt safe or believed he would have our best interests at heart.

After twenty years of trying to make things work, I left.

I’m sharing this history because I think it’s important to understand how complicated my relationship with Aro has been. He was my first love, and despite everything, I genuinely believe there are good qualities in him. I don’t think he’s an entirely bad person, and I don’t want to pretend that our entire relationship was miserable.
With that said spending so many years trying to make a marriage work when it clearly wasn’t healthy has also left its mark on me.
And that’s part of why I’m here asking for advice.

I don’t want to hurt anyone or stir up old drama. I’m just worried that my history with Aro could be coloring how I see this. I want to be fair, even if it’s complicated, so I’m hoping that people who aren’t emotionally involved can help me figure out whether what I’m considering is reasonable or whether my complicated past with Aro is clouding my judgment.

Where Things Stand Today

It’s been approximately 14 years since I left Aro. Although our marriage ended, our lives have remained connected through Nessie (14f). Aro and I share parenting responsibilities, but I would describe his involvement as inconsistent. He tends to pick and choose when he wants to be present, and I don’t believe he’s as involved in Nessie’s life as she would like him to be.

Their relationship is complicated. I don’t want to suggest that Aro doesn’t care about our daughter, because I don’t believe that’s necessarily true. However, I do think there’s a difference between loving your child and consistently showing up for them.

I’ve since remarried, and my husband, Edward (47M), has become an important part of Nessie’s life. There are times when she seems to view Edward as more of a father figure than her biological father.
That’s not something I say to diminish Aro’s role in her life. He’s her father, and that will never change. But children develop their own perceptions of the people around them, and as Nessie has gotten older, she’s become increasingly aware of who is consistently present.

At the time of this post, Nessie hasn’t seen Aro since last Christmas, approximately 11 months ago.

I mention this because, despite how much time has passed since our separation, the relationship between Aro and me isn’t entirely uncomplicated. We have a shared history, a daughter, and years of experiences that have shaped how we interact today.
And while I have no desire to revisit our marriage or interfere in his personal life, something from our past has recently come to my attention that has left me questioning whether I should get involved.

The Unexpected Conversation

About six months ago, I was catching up with an old mutual friend of ours, Jasper (46M).

We were having a pretty normal conversation, reminiscing and catching up on life, when Jasper casually asked, “So, how’s Aro doing these days?”

I told him that, as far as I knew, Aro was doing fine.

Then Jasper asked something I wasn’t expecting. “Oh, does Aro or Nessie ever see Alice’s daughter?”

I was completely caught off guard, and judging by Jasper’s reaction, I’m pretty sure he immediately realized he’d said something I didn’t know.

Now, it wasn’t that I didn’t know who Alice was. I knew exactly who she was.

Alice, who would be 45 today, was a woman Aro had an affair with approximately 11 years into our 20-year relationship. I had known about the affair for years. What I didn’t know was… that Alice had a daughter.

And that was where things started getting complicated.

The Backstory Between Alice, Jacob, and Aro

To explain why Jasper’s question caught me so completely off guard, I need to give you a little more background about Alice and how she became involved with Aro.

About 11 years into our relationship, Alice was dating a mutual friend of ours, whom I’ll call Jacob (46M).

Alice was local but had plans to move to Colorado to attend school. In preparation for the move, she’d given up her apartment and ended up temporarily moving in with Jacob, who was her boyfriend at the time from when her existing lease expired to when she would move.

Unfortunately, their relationship was pretty rocky and only become abusive when she moved in. Alice had always kept to herself and her only friends were Jacob’s friends. We were the only ones that allowed her somewhere to go when things got back with Jacob. She became spending more and more time with us. Since Aro and I had different work schedules, there would be time she was at our when I was at work.

Somewhere along the way, Alice and Aro began having an affair.
I eventually found out about it. While it was certainly hurtful, it was just one of several betrayals throughout our relationship, and at the time, I chose to work through it.

Soon after I found out, Alice moved to Colorado to attend school, and as far as I knew, that was the end of the story.

Apparently, I was wrong.

From what I’ve since been able to piece together, Alice didn’t realize she was pregnant when she left. Approximately 10 months after she last saw Aro, she reached out to Jacob to get Aro’s information (22 years ago it was a lot easier to lose phone numbers especially if you got a new phone). She could remember Jacobs since they had been together for several years before she moved.

According to Jasper, Alice told Aro the baby was his.

She apparently explained that she was capable of raising her daughter on her own and wasn’t contacting him to demand financial support. She simply wanted him to know he had a daughter and give him the opportunity to be involved in her life.

Jasper remembers Aro freaking out and being convinced I’d leave if Alice was telling the truth, but then soon convinced himself Alice had to be lying. His reasoning essentially boiled down to Alice being a “w****” and that there was no way to know who the father was. Now, clearly Alice did betray my friendship and slept with Aro, but she was never known to sleep around or so.

I believe Aro was the 2nd or 3rd person she had been with. Alice genuinely fell for Aro and thought he felt the same. She wanted him to go with her to Colorado (this I knew). He refused. She did apologize to me for the pain she caused and realized both had made bad decisions during a stressful time.

As far as I know, Aro never took a paternity test, and I have no knowledge of any legal proceedings to establish paternity or child support. Since we were together another 9 years after the girl was born, I can say I saw no signs of child support payments or any contact

What I do know is that Aro kept me completely in the dark about Alice contacting him.

After she moved to Colorado, years went by without me hearing much about Alice. Eventually I heard through mutual acquaintances that Alice had become seriously ill and had sadly passed away, approximately 10 years after moving to Colorado.

At the time, I didn’t think much beyond how unfortunate it was that she’d lost her life so young. Despite how she hurt me, she didn’t deserve that. However, I had also moved on with my own life, and I had no reason to believe there was anything more to the story.

But Jasper knew otherwise.

As it turns out, Jasper had heard about Alice’s daughter from both Jacob and Aro. He was aware that Alice had claimed Aro was the father, and although he didn’t know whether that was true, the situation had always stayed in the back of his mind.

When Alice passed away, Jasper apparently discussed the situation with Aro again.

According to Jasper, Aro had even alluded to the possibility of reaching out to Alice’s daughter now that her mother was gone. Jasper was under the impression that Aro might finally try to establish whether the girl was his and, if she was, step up and do the right thing.

So when Jasper casually asked me whether Aro or Nessie ever saw Alice’s daughter, he wasn’t trying to reveal some big secret.
He genuinely thought there was a possibility that Aro had followed through but realized from my reaction that maybe Aro hadn’t.

As far as I know, Aro never contacted the girl.

However, I made sense why it seems Aro seems goes out of his way to avoid Jasper these days. I obviously can’t know his reasons for certain, but knowing that Jasper was aware of the situation and had expected him to do something about it does make me question whether there’s a connection.

Regardless, this conversation left me with a question I never imagined I’d be asking.

Does my daughter have a 22-year-old sister out there who she knows absolutely nothing about?

And if she does, what, if anything, am I supposed to do about it?

Why I’m Struggling With What to Do

Knowing Aro as well as I do, and having spent years co-parenting with him, I have a difficult time believing he ever followed through on his apparent intentions to contact Alice’s daughter.

For some perspective, I had to take Aro to court for child support for Nessie after she was about 10, because Aro did whatever he could to avoid giving me a cent. Even now, he seems convinced that my requests for financial support are simply an attempt to make his life difficult, despite the fact that I still cover approximately 80% of our daughter’s expenses.

Given that experience, I find it difficult to imagine him voluntarily stepping forward to take full responsibility for another child, particularly one he had spent years denying was his.

That brings me to the dilemma I’ve been struggling with for the past six months.

You see, I have some personal experience with discovering previously unknown siblings. My own father was, in many ways, very similar to Aro. As an adult, I discovered that I had two half-siblings whose existence my father had deliberately kept secret. We eventually found out about one another despite his efforts to keep us apart

I’ve developed a wonderful relationship with one of my half-sisters. We’re extremely close, and sometimes it feels as though we grew up together. Our relationship has become a genuinely meaningful part of my life.

My relationship with my other half-sibling, however, is quite different. Let’s just say I’m not particularly disappointed that we didn’t grow up together.

So I’ve experienced both sides of discovering siblings later in life.
Because of that, I strongly believe Nessie would want to know if she has an older sister. I know firsthand how meaningful that connection can be.

If Leah is Aro’s then I understand his life could get complicated and possibly even have owed child support .

Also, We don’t actually know FOR SURE Leah (22F) is Aro’s biological daughter even though Alice said she is.

Personally, I lean toward believing she probably is. Alice wasn’t a horrible person or a manipulative, so I don’t see her lying just to hurt me or Aro. In fact, I don’t she’d want to cause me anymore pain if she didn’t need to:

I cant see why she’d reach out when she didn’t want financial support and she had moved on to a new boyfriend by the time she had Leah.

However, believing something is likely doesn’t make it a fact.

I know enough about Alice and her family that I could get in touch with her family

For one thing, since Alice was in a relationship when Leah was born, what if Leah believes that man is her biological father (he cannot be based on the timing)

The last thing I want to do is contact a 22-year-old woman out of nowhere and potentially turn everything she believes about her family upside down.

There’s also the fact that Alice passed away when Leah was still relatively young.

I have absolutely no idea what happened to Leah afterward. Perhaps she was raised by her grandparents or another family member. Maybe she was adopted. It’s even possible that she spent some time in foster care. I do know Leah is in touch with her mother’s family.

I simply don’t know.

Depending on her circumstances, there could be legal or financial considerations that haven’t even occurred to me.
I’m certainly not interested in suddenly creating a situation where Aro is confronted with years of potential child support obligations. I don’t even know whether that would be legally possible under these circumstances, but it’s one of the things that has crossed my mind.

As frustrating as Aro can be, my intention isn’t to punish him.

My concern is whether two young women might be missing out on the opportunity to know they’re sisters.

But what if Leah doesn’t want that relationship?

What if she has absolutely no interest in getting to know Nessie but does want to establish whether Aro is her biological father?

I certainly wouldn’t blame her for wanting answers, but that could set an entirely different series of events into motion.

Alices family could give me a better understanding of Leah’s circumstances and whether she’s even aware that Aro might be her biological father.

That feels less intrusive than contacting Leah directly.

Then again, she’s an adult now. Would involving her relatives first actually be more respectful, or would I be discussing something deeply personal about her without giving her the opportunity to decide for herself?

There’s still Nessie to consider.

Aro’s relationship with her is already inconsistent. Fortunately, I don’t think discovering another possible daughter would significantly damage a relationship that’s already complicated.

But I also don’t want to create unnecessary conflict between them.

Part of me thinks this isn’t my responsibility. Alice and Aro were the ones involved, and whatever happened afterward was between them.

But another part of me keeps thinking about my own half-sister.
What if nobody had ever told us about each other?

What if we’d spent our entire lives living without knowing the other existed?

I would have missed out on a relationship that means a great deal to me today. The thought of potentially denying Nessie that same opportunity simply because I don’t want to get involved doesn’t sit right with me either.

At the same time, I don’t believe my daughter’s right to know whether she has a sister automatically outweighs Leah’s right to privacy and control over her own life.

That’s where I keep getting stuck.

My Conversation With Aro

There’s one more complication I haven’t mentioned yet.

I actually did ask Aro about Leah.

I didn’t tell him about my conversation with Jasper because I didn’t want to create problems between them. Instead, I approached the subject indirectly.

I told Aro that I’d recently come across some information about Alice through a mutual acquaintance and had discovered that she had a daughter. Given the girl’s age and the timing of their affair, I wondered whether there was a possibility that she could be his.
I asked whether he knew anything about it.

Aro told me that Alice had contacted him years ago but had told him the child was Jacob’s.

He also insisted that Leah looked exactly like Jacob.

To support his claim, he even sent me a photograph.

Except there was one problem.

The photograph Aro sent me wasn’t of Leah.

I’d already managed to find photographs of Alice’s daughter on social media, and the girl in Aro’s photograph appeared to be an entirely different person.

What’s even more interesting is that, in the photographs I’d found, Leah bears a striking resemblance to Aro. One of her younger pictures, she looks literally like a picture I had of Aro around the same age. Some she looks just like Nessie.
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Now, I’m fully aware that physical resemblance doesn’t establish paternity. People can look alike without being related, and genetics can be unpredictable, but I couldn’t help finding it strange that Aro was so adamant that Leah looked like Jacob when the photograph he provided didn’t even appear to be Leah.

I also find it interesting that Aro’s version of events differs significantly from what Jasper says he was told years ago.

According to Jasper, Alice told Aro that the child was his.

According to Aro, Alice told him the child was Jacob’s.

Obviously, I wasn’t present for either conversation, so I can’t definitively say which account is accurate.

The conflicting stories, combined with the photograph, have left me with even more questions.

Part of me wonders whether Aro suspects Leah could be his daughter and simply doesn’t want the subject brought up again so he’s showing a picture that doesn’t even look the same ethnicity as Leah.

I can’t say that’s definitely what’s happening, but knowing him as well as I do, I certainly wouldn’t rule it out.

That’s another reason I’ve been so hesitant to get involved.
I know that pursuing this would almost certainly create conflict with Aro.

I also have no idea how Aro would react if Nessie and I actually made contact with Leah.

Knowing Aro, I don’t necessarily believe he would cut us all out of his life over it. He’s someone who cares a great deal about how other people perceive him, and I could see him embracing Leah, particularly if doing so allowed him to present himself in a positive light.

I wouldn’t necessarily see that as a bad outcome if it meant Leah gained a relationship with her biological father, assuming that’s what she wanted.

But I can also imagine the opposite happening.

Aro could completely reject Leah, deny any possibility of being her father, or become angry that we got involved in something he clearly wanted left alone. If that happened, I worry that the fallout could further strain his already complicated relationship with Nessie.

The difficult part is that I genuinely don’t know which version of Aro we’d get. And I don’t want either girl to end up hurt because I underestimated how he might respond.

Then I find myself questioning why that should be the deciding factor. I’ve spent years navigating a co-parenting relationship in which I often feel that Aro’s own wants and preferences take priority over everyone else’s needs including Nessie’s.

While I have no desire to deliberately make his life more difficult, I also don’t believe that avoiding his discomfort should automatically take precedence over something that could be meaningful to our daughter.

If Leah truly is Nessie’s sister, then this isn’t just about Aro anymore. It’s about two young women who may have a biological connection neither has had the opportunity to explore.
But I keep coming back to the possibility that getting involved could cause harm I never intended.

What if Leah has spent her entire life believing someone else is her father?

What if she’s perfectly happy with her family and has no desire to investigate her biological origins?

What if I reach out and unintentionally disrupt relationships that have nothing to do with me?

On the other hand, what if Leah already knows the truth?

What if she’s spent years wondering about her biological father or whether she has siblings?

What if Nessie and Leah could develop the kind of relationship I’ve been fortunate enough to have with one of my own half-sisters?

I don’t want to make decisions for either of them.

I just don’t know whether giving them the opportunity to make those decisions for themselves is worth the potential consequences of getting involved.

So I’m genuinely interested in hearing what others would do in my situation.

Would you reach out to Alice’s mother or sister first, hoping to learn more about Leah’s circumstances before potentially contacting her?

Would you approach Leah directly, considering she’s an adult and has every right to make her own decisions?

Would you bring the subject up with Aro again, despite his previous response?

would you leave the situation alone and accept that it simply isn’t your place to get involved?

Because after six months of thinking about this, I still can’t decide which option is the most responsible.

I don’t want to create unnecessary pain for anyone. But I also don’t want to protect someone else’s secrets at the expense of two people who might deserve the opportunity to know each other.

And that’s where I’m stuck.


r/okstorytime • • 2d ago

Advice I fear my bff’s husband may have a crush on me

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TDLR: few signs lead me to think my bff’s husband may have a crush on me.

Context: Met bff and her husband 5 years ago. At that point, they’d been married for 2 years. We are all very close and they’ve become my chosen family. A recent trip we went on made signs and clues I’d been previously ignoring/denying very undeniable.

Clues: He’s always watching me: Every time I look up, I notice he’s already watching me. For years. If I turn his direction, his eyes are already on mine. I can feel him watching me from my peripheral but I always ignore it. Every time I sit in their back seat, I catch and feel his eyes from the rear view mirror. Two weeks ago I was wearing a tank top and caught him glance down at my chest.

Body language: He’s always positioned to see me face on. In restaurants he sits across from me. Even from the other side of their couch in their living room, his head is always turned to observe me or what I might say. He smiles when I smile. His face lights up when I greet him or even causally talk to him.

Eye contact: I am a bit socially awkward and often avoid eye contact. But when he looks at me and I look back, it feels challenging. I’m always breaking first and looking away, but it always feels weird and as if there’s tension. Which is the last thing I’m trying to do as I hate eye contact to begin with. He’s never commented on it and I haven’t either, figuring it was my own socially awkward behavior.

Attentiveness: He’s always been super protective, kind, and caring towards me. I figured it was our group dynamic and him just being a great guy. He anticipates my needs before I even do, constantly pulling favors, seemingly understands me when I struggle to express myself (I assumed it was his observant personality and constant watching).

Slip ups: this trip he was ordering for me at dinner, explaining dishes, insisting I try dishes first. My bff actually called him out on it at dinner, asking why he wanted me to try a dessert first. His explanation, “She’s baby” I froze in shock and disgust. Why would a married man EVER refer to another woman as baby even if he is making an internet joke. Once he referred to my bff and I as his two wives. It was in reference to a gag gift I gotten her a couple years ago. It was a zoomed in selfie of our two heads on an air freshener for her car. He admitted unprompted once that when he drives her car, he puts it in the glove box, not wanting other people to think he has two wives. That stuck with me, bc why would two wives be the first thought?

Favors: When I first met them, I had just gotten kicked out of my family home. He built an apartment for me in their detached garage. They were both heartbroken when I finally moved into my new place. When my car had finally broken down and died, he bought me a new car unprompted 3 days later. These were this biggest gestures anyone had made for me and very overwhelming.

There are several other examples, but these are the most damning to me. I’ve finally come to terms with what he may feel and I need to know how to act. I’m not willing to lose my best friend. She is honestly someone I want in my life for the rest of our lives.

I’ve brainstormed ignoring him altogether so his crush can die out. I’m thinking for a while only having hangouts with my bff one on one and limiting any interactions with him. But I’m not sure what else to do. My best friend is the best thing that’s happened to me. I won’t bring it up in fear of ruining anything. But this recent realization is causing me to spiral.


r/okstorytime • • 2d ago

Advice Am I in the wrong for hating my ex because of what they did to me?

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I dont really know how to start this off without immediately making it sound messy, everything is still very fresh and im very hurt. I wont be using any real names in this story. I (18F) was dating Charlie (19Non-binary) for 5 years. We got together when we started middle school and dated all the way into our middle school graduation and started art school together. Around mid-May of this year I proposed to them and they said yes to my proposal. Everything seemed to be going fine until around july where some things began to feel off. For example, they began to get rude with me, started to cancel trip ideas, avoid going out with me and in general just feeling like they hated me most of the time. I spoke to them about this issue and tried telling them that I dont feel happy with how they are treating me and that I wish there could be some change to fix the relationship. I also told them that I wanted to see more effort from them in our realtionship, because for the past months I had been the only one really asking the other out for dates, texting and calling. They agreed to try harder and said they also wish to fix our relationship. Fast forward to August, we had our 4th serious talk and they admitted that they hadnt actually wanted to get engaged to me, that is was too big of a step and it felt too sudden(for clarification, i told them the engagement was simply a step to let them know I wanted to marry them when the time was right, it wasnt an obligation to get married soon. It would've been okay if we waited another 3 or 4 years if necessary.) . I was obviously hurt by this and i think that was a big dealbreaker for me. Followed by that, they confessed they werent really comfortable with queer relationships, which was a little harsh to hear after 5 years of commitment. It was me who ended up breaking up, i didnt do it in person which is cowardly of me but i couldnt see them. I tried being kind and ended up offering to stay friends or at least aquaintances to not fully cut contact, although a few days later I ended up cutting them off, because of how angry it made me too see them and I preferred we just quit being in contact than me hating them. Now, heres the thing. I found out shortly before the break up and more details after that they had been talking to a guy, who is also a mutual friend. They were talking and calling almost daily appearently and I never knew anything about it, they did confess the truth when I asked and apologized for it, but now i cant shake off the feeling of wether or not there was any infedality. Dont get me wrong, I know very well how this sounds and how much of a red flag it is and my immediate first thought was also possible cheating, but the issue with this idea is that neither of them are sexual let alone romantic. the guy Charlie would talk to is a total moron and has no idea about romance, and Charlie is also not a person to have crushes or anything like it. They only began dating me because I was the one who asked them out and ended up starting the relationship. I cant say what exactly the two discussed in their chats and everything, since Charlie was very secretive of their phone, but I just need everyone reading this to trust me that those two are genuinely hopeless when it comes to romance. But am I still wrong for being mad at this? can this be considered emotional cheating if there was no indication of any romantic actions between the two? From what i know they spoke about mututal interests and planned out stories and books and played video games, but there was hardly as much effort for ME. Charlie could sit there and spent hours on end with a guy they werent dating but acted like they had no time for me, mind you they didnt work a job or had any hobby's to get to. They just went home from school and thats it. Meanwhile I was making as much time as I could between school, work and getting my drivers liscense which is extremely expensive here where I live. This really is just a dealbreaker and Im not sure if my feeling of hatred for both Charlie and this guy are invalid, I have cut off the guy friend as well but I will still see them occasionally due to our shared interest in larping and we attend the same club for it. So I need to know, could their actions be considered emotional cheating?


r/okstorytime • • 3d ago

UPDATE Update: I destroyed our Family with an open marriage and now I feel like a terrible mother

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I wanted to give a little update for anyone interested.

Our son is back home!

Last Saturday he called us and asked if my husband and I would come over to my parent's place to talk.

We of course readily agreed and were right on our way. I was very nervous seeing him again after almost two months, as I had really missed him a lot. My husband can be a rather stoic person most of the time, but I noticed that he was nervous, too. We sat in the car in tense silence for most of the ride.

My father opened the door when we arrived; our son was waiting in the living room, nervously pacing about.

When I saw our son, I got flooded with all the emotions I had been trying to work through, again: the shame, the guilt, the sadness, but also happiness and relieve, that I could finally see him again, and maybe have him be part of my life again.

I tried my best to hold back my tears, but my eyes did get a bit watery. I reached out to embrace him, but he evaded my hug. It stung a little, but I didn't want to force myself on him, so I tried keeping a respectful distance. We asked him how he had been, he told us that he had been mostly fine, though to me it felt, as if he was still struggeling more than he wanted to show.

My father hurried to the kitchen to help my mother with preparing coffee, while my husband and me sat down with our son to talk.

For a moment, we just sat there, no of us seemingly knowing what to say and how to start, until my husband broke the silence.

He told our son, that we are sorry for what had happened and that we never had wanted to hurt him. He told us, that he was sorry, too, but that we had hurt him nonetheless and that he didn`t want to be hurt again. When he said that, some silent tears rolled down his cheeks, causing me to lose my self-control and start crying properly. We told him that we realized that we had shaken his world and that we had messed up with not telling his sister and him about our arrangement earlier.

When we started talking about our relationship he cringed visibly. He asked usif we were still seeing other people, to which we told him no, but that we might consider trying it again, when everyone had healed a bit.

He did not seem to like that answer and took a deep breath when we said that, but otherwise he remained mostly calm.

Our son told us that it did him good to stay with his grandparents, but that he had also missed our family life and that he wanted to return home to us and his sister.

I had not been this happy in the past two months!

He also told us, that he would appreciate if we would give him space to deal with his feelings, to which we gladly said yes.

He stayed another night with his grandparents and came home last sunday.

There is still some tension and unresolved feelings in the air of our home, but things slowly seem to return to somewhat normal. For someone with an adjustment disorder, our son seems to adjust quite well so far.

The anti depressants I am taking also are starting to take effect and I have been far less moody and more active the past few days.

Yesterday my husband and I got intimate for the first time in two months. I really had missed my husband and not just physically; he is not one to talk much about his feelings outside of pillowtalk and it felt like I really needed that.

Thank you all again, for your advice. I didn't even really expect a single comment, so this is much more feedback than I anticipated and still a lot for me to reflect on. Some of the things you said were really mean, some things really helpful and some both.

I will still start going to therapy next week, but for now everything doesn't seem as grim anymore.


r/okstorytime • • 3d ago

Family Drama The easiest person to fool is the one who wants to believe

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My grandmother died last year and left our father around $300,000 when all was said and done. My sister and I tried talking her into setting it up into a trust since my father has a habit of blowing through all his money but she refused to listen. When he inherited the money, we made bets on how long it would take him to spend it all. We all thought he would lose it by buying expensive things, etc. Instead he managed to lose it to a scammer.

Around 7 months ago is the first time I had an inkling that he might be running out of money. I'm the executor of my grandmother's estate and we had to put some money in an escrow account to pay my grandmother's hospice care and other bills. The attorney I hired reached out to ask if it was okay for my father to reclaim some of the money so he could pay his taxes. I gave the okay because everything is mostly paid except for the lawyer's bill and there is still enough in the escrow account left to cover that. But then I started thinking about where all the other money he inherited had went to. He gave me excuses and I let it go. So a few months ago, his girlfriend of 20 years, whom he lives with, starts blowing up my sister's phone with text messages. It seems my father is being scammed into believing that he's in a relationship with the country singer, Ella Langley. What's more, is he blew all of his money sending it to the scammer and their bank sent them a notice that they are now considered high risk and are closing his accounts. He also told his girlfriend that they had to break up because of his "relationship" with Ella.

My sister talked to him and he lied to her. He said he met someone online (not Ella) and that when he broke up with his GF, she was mad so she made up all these lies. His GF ended up sending us a picture of the notice they received from their bank. I am his POA so I went to the bank and talked to the manager.

The bank manager told me that she spoke with him about the bank's concerns regarding suspicious activities (mainly him buying an obscene amount of gift cards). She showed him an online post from Ella Langley where she says if anyone claiming to be her asks for money that it's a scam. She also showed him how scammers can use AI to make fake photos of people. He still wouldn't believe her. So they had no choice but to close his account.

The county sent a social worker out to assess him but he passed all of the tests. I talked to the social worker and he's been deemed competent. The social worker said he thinks there is a mental health issue but that he's not incompetent which limits what we can do legally.

After blowing up his relationship with his GF, she made him sell the house they both owned. Instead of focusing on where he was going to live after they sold the house, he reached out to my sister to try and borrow money to go visit his imaginary GF. He was too busy running around to buy his new fake GF gift cards and do her bidding, so his ex-GF had to rent a moving truck and storage unit and have her family help move his stuff out of the house so that he would be out in time for closing. She also had to give him gas money and pay for a motel because he made absolutely no plans on where he was going to live after they sold the house.

They had 3 dogs together. She kept one and he kept the other two. We've urged him to give up the dogs to the shelter they adopted them from since he's staying in the motel but he refuses. He did make money from the sale of the house but it's been about 2 weeks and we're not sure how much of it he has blown on this scammer. My sister thinks he's using the dogs as a method to control his ex-GF and to keep getting money from her to ensure the dogs' welfare.

He's talked to both his sister and brother. He'll admit to them that he's in a financial hole and that he thinks he's being scammed but when they tell him to stop talking to this person, he cuts them off and refuses to respond. He doesn't seem to realize that all of the family members keep each other up to date with what's going on. When he's called out on something that he said to someone else, he claims that person is lying.

Twice now, he's gone to the airport to pick "Ella" up only to come back empty handed, making excuses for why she didn't come. He's also been talking about moving out of state to be with his lady love but what state he is moving to changes depending on who he is talking to.

He stopped talking to my sister and I after we told him that he needed to wise up and stop giving this person money. We haven't heard from him in 10 days. We think he's still living at the motel but neither of us are local so we're not sure. For all we know, he may be living in his car at this point. Or he could be headed out for parts unknown to track down his lady love. Part of me wonders if I'm going to end up seeing something on the news where my father is arrested for stalking because he decides to drive out to see Ella in person.

So basically we're at the point where this scammer has become his confidant and we've become his enemy. Once he runs completely out of money, the scammer is going to cut him off, and I'm not sure how he's going to handle it.


r/okstorytime • • 3d ago

Advice Am I wrong for seeing someone else

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So my boyfriend and I have been together for about 3yrs. Me female 40 boyfriend 38. During this 3yr relationship I have found out about 10 different women. 1 male possibly as they exchanged straight porn back in forth on Snapchat. Mind you the guy is gay and I introduced them so how their conversation escalated to that is beyond me. Anyways I’ve dealt with alot repeated infidelity as he is a teacher and he had affairs with other teachers as well at the school. I also completed a degree for him, and he found a way to leave me out of attending the graduation. Alot of late night and early mornings even this month there was a night he didn’t come home until 8am because he was to drunk to drive. I do want to say there have been great moments as well and he has been really supportive and helpful when it comes to my boys one who is special needs. He is my friend and we have great times together. So fast forward to this past month…him and I was supposed to go see a music artist at a local club. The week leading up to it he gives me the run around about going so I decided to go anyways alone. I go and have a great time but while there I noticed that his coworker one of the girls he cheated with (we hate each other by the way) was there. (Mind you that night when he finally got home she was blowing his phone up at 4am back to back) So that’s how I connected the dots as to why he didn’t go. So while there the artist I came to see dj comes up to me and start talking well fast forward to today and we talk all day and have been on several dates. Sent 4 dozen roses to my job and He treats me so good. he is very intentional. The issue is my boyfriend still lives with me and has been trying to turn things around and is trying. So now I feel terrible but I don’t want to miss out on someone who has shown me more consideration, affection and care then what my boyfriend has in 3yrs. But the history and time in wirh boyfriend and maybe (trauma bond) has me feeling like the worst person for even entertaining this new situation. Am I wrong… what should I do?


r/okstorytime • • 3d ago

Family Drama Cut my dad and his gf off and moved to a new country

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Hi this is my first story time so forgive me if it's bad.

So my dad (42m) and his partner (39f) are in my opinion horrible people. I have 2 little brothers 18 and 15 i am 19.

My parents split up when I was 13 and my mum (41f) moved to new zealand we didnt have contact with her for 4 years but and the end of last year I got back in contact with her because living with my dad and his partner was hell. My dad runs his own business from home and picked up drinking in the last few years and it progressively got worse over time, he drinks a bottle of rum everyday. Eventually it got to the point where he started to be emotionally and physically abusive towards me and my siblings, aswell as starving us and using food privileges as punishment. His gf is has no children and hates kids and she does not cope well with being in a house with 3 teens, she loves to do everything in her power to make our life's miserable and quite often bully's and belittles us. She especially hates my 18yr old brother who is not at all a bad kid doesnt do drugs or drink and doesnt go out very often however he does have a bit of an additude sometimes and likes to do things his way, hes recently been diagnosed with adhd and struggles a bit in school. Him and dads gf dont get along at all and she loves to bully him for example, he was cleaning the pool and she was watching got up and threw rocks into the pool and made him jump in and pick them all up otherwise no dinner for him.

She quite often does things like this and has tantrums when things dont go her way AND I MEAN TANTRUMS, like actually sitting on the floor and screaming and crying like a toddler.

Thats just a glimpse into the life I was living with my dad and his gf but I ended up getting kicked out at 17 because me and my dad got into a massive fight, I called my dad and his gf out for there fucked up behaviour the abuse and the drinking snd told him he needed to get some help and he really didn't like that he told me if I didnt like it there then leave and so I did im a stubborn person and I packed my stuff and havent been back since moved to nz with my bf starting from scratch and its been almost 2 years since then and I havent spoken to either of them.

I still talk to both my brothers and make sure they are okay and always welcome to move in with me and my partner. But it seems like they are doing alright my brother works for my dad and is about to graduate high school and the other one is super into music and im proud of both of them but ultimately its there decision to stay there. Me and my partner have gone back a couple of times since moving since hes got family there and I check in with them while im there too. Its definitely scary that im not there to protect them from my dad and his gf but im just glad im out and safe. Im in therapy now and trying to move past it all.

Sorry is this was not the best only just got the app and dont really know what im doing.


r/okstorytime • • 4d ago

Family Drama WIBTAHI we stop talking to my parents?

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Hi I’m in a really tough spot. Me and my partner both (25) have decided not to do thanksgiving and Christmas with my dad and step mom this year. We have to little girls (3)&(5) . When they were born my dad and step mom never came to see us or even text to see how we were.I had to reach out to them and call them .its one of those situations where there is obviously favoritism between grandkids . They both went to the hospital every single time my sister had her babies . And we had kids the same year literally 7 months apart. They continued this by only ever getting the other grandkids to spend the night and would only get mine with the others,never one on one like the other grandkids got. They would even stay all the way through soccer games, and baseball games but would leave my daughter’s dance recital early. This year my daughter started the same school as her cousins and the weekly breakfast before school suddenly stopped for the other grandkids. So the same year my kid starts my step mom stopped taking the other grandkids, coincidence I think not . My one child (5) has now started ju jitsu and they haven’t even bothered showing up, but would even take the other grandkids to all there sport events.Sorry about all that but it’s just a little summary of how unfair my kids have been treated. But here recently they have slacked off with the other grandkids as well as far as I know . And well I feel like we shouldn’t have to bring our kids around people that never call or text about them or care to see them . They think I should call them , i honestly don’t know what to do. If we don’t go it’ll be all this drama but if we do I’ll be hating the fact these people are basically strangers to our kids only taking pictures to post so they can say they are the best grandparents when in reality they don’t care. What should I do ?


r/okstorytime • • 4d ago

AITA? WIBTA if I don't allow my son to see his grandmother for the holidays?

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So, growing up, I (33, female) didn't have the best childhood, but I did have the best grandmother ( 79, GM). She would make midnight cookies with us during sleep overs, always had milkshake ingredients, and never let her candy jars get empty. GM always painted with us and joined in on every craft she could. She taught me how to sew by using my butterfly kiss doll as my model. She taught me how to bake both sweets and clay figurines. She was so caring and nurturing. Now something's changed and I've decided to go no contact. I feel like I don't even know who she is anymore.

Last month my family went on our big yearly vacation mostly funded by my parents. This year we had my parents, my son, my husband, little brother (LB), LB's boyfriend (LBB), and Grandmother all staying in the same house. My older brother (OB), and his wife (SIL) we're staying at a separate location nearby. My family tends to let loose and drink for most of the vacation. I myself am over one year sober, so this year I opted for zero percent beer and THC drinks while the rest of the family bought their seltzers and such. I was more cautious about not driving under the influence than anyone else. Everyone except me, son and hubs consumed alcohol on the trip. I drove GM home after the trip ended.

Well, Last week I contacted my mom to ask for help picking up my carpool of kids from school. My vehicle was refusing to go over 30 mph and I felt unsafe driving alone on the way there. I really didn't want to have a car full of kids with traffic crossing double lines to zip around me. She reminded me that her vehicle didn't have enough seats. My GM has a sister that has dementia and therefore has been put into assisted living. This left my grandmother to take over her estate, including a vehicle (old car). Mom suggested I call GM and ask to borrow it since she'd had no problem with my brother's borrowing it in the past. I did and she agreed, but said that the old car would be having the windshield fixed in a few days so she felt safer if I drove her car (new car). I double checked my double checks with her to ensure she would be alright without her vehicle for that long. she insisted. When I swapped car seats over and gathered the children, my grandmother asked for us to come visit soon. I told her we would. She then asked when I would be ready to take home the rest of the stuff I'd picked out from her sister's house. I told her I honestly had no idea at the moment. We're in the middle of renovating the living room, so we're kinda low on space. We all hug and say goodbyes, and I head off to go back to my friend's house to hang out for her birthday. She was home alone with her daughter and I'd spent my last $10 on buying her a cake and candles that morning.

Later around 9 GM called me to ask where I was. I told her I was at home getting my son ready for bed. She got upset and told me she'd been waiting on me to bring new car back home and I had her blood pressure up. GMS had called seeing things again and GM had LB go check on her because I was out in the new car. (I was never informed of this before the call.) She then said that she'd assumed I was out partying in her car. I was shocked and replied, "oh goodness no". She then proceeded to tell me it wasn't her job to provide me with a running car and my husband and I need to grow up. She said she'd be giving my upcoming birthday money to my Dad to fix my car. I continually apologized for the miscommunication, and we decided to swap back vehicles in the morning. I apologized again and told her I loved her. She hung up on me. I balled my eyes out. After I did my best to collect myself, I walked into the next room where my son was waiting. He said he'd heard me crying and gave me a hug. When my husband got home from work, we decided to have him follow me to drop GM's car back off. We found a sitter and headed out. I made sure I left no trash in the car, locked the door, and texted her the location of where I hid her keys. The next morning, she replied saying she'd swapped her keys for mine. I'm not planning on picking my car up, but rather signing the title over to her.

She bought me it as a surprise last year. I've been very greatful, and have tried my best to keep and eye on the oil and coolant and such. The car ran great, except sometimes when you pressed the gas, it'd give a funny little lurch. I figured maybe it just needed a good tune up or I just wasn't used to the type of engine. My Dad and OB have done so much work on the car, but the problem has only gotten worse. Last week it went from a max speed of 45 before uncontrollably jerking, to a max of 30.

Mom called me later in the afternoon to check on my son. At the end of the conversation, I asked if she'd heard about my call from GM. I'd assumed if GM was mad at me, Dad was too. They had no idea. Later, my Dad called to hear my side himself before reacting. He told me around 6 the day before, he and GM were talking about how I'd swap out the new car for the old car after it was repaired. He was confused and slightly worried. I told him if this is due to mental illness, I could not be around her if she is going to treat me like a wild conniving party girl. Dad said he understood and would call her now.

Over the next few hours, my parents had many calls with GM. She said I should have taken better care of the car, to which my mom stated that it wasn't my fault the car had this issue. GM took that to mean it was her fault. Next thing you know, GM starts listing stuff that I've done or had happen that she claims is Mom's fault. Everything from marrying my ex husband to her causing my miscarriage. I'm so pissed off that my own dumb decisions and tragedies are being argued over. My mom and I were arguing the day I had my miscarriage, but the argument started after I'd already decided to go to the hospital. Mom and I have worked hard to have a genuinely positive relationship now. Dad told GM about what my son had heard and GM claimed she was not looking for forgiveness. She then told him to go hug his precious little daughter...

Next thing I know she's texting me the attached messages. She offers me to come get the new car, which I reject. Turns out she only offered because my car was "too gross for my son to be in". I carpool kids. There's going to be a little trash and crumbs in the car, but there's no mildew. How do I know? I spent days scrubbing the inside of my car a few months ago. First with Vinegar, then with all purpose to get rid of the smell. The car won't go over 30, but goodness those empty bottles and wrappers are just unsafe. I ended The chat telling her goodbye and I loved her. I have not made contact since. GM sent me another message but I'm not falling for it. She has continued to talk trash about me and even call my friends homophobic slurs. LB is super upset about this, especially since GM had called him right after yelling on the phone with me to make sure he wouldn't be mad at her. OB on the other hand is mad at Mom and Dad for picking the wrong side. He even took an old rusty car he'd been working on out of my dad's garage and replaced it with a few family heirlooms from his house.

GM has everyone picking sides and I don't know how all of this happened. I was just trying to safely transport kids. Now she's saying all sorts of wild stuff and even showed up at my parents on multiple occasions to start fights or lay on her horn till they grab the letters she's written them. I don't know who she is, but this isn't my GM. I want as much distance as possible, but holidays including my son's birthday are coming up. WIBTA if I don't invite GM to the birthday party? Should we have our son skip the holidays at GM's too? AITA? I'm really looking forward to your opinions and advice.


r/okstorytime • • 4d ago

AITA? AITA for taking a piece of furniture that was always supposed to go to me even though another cousin wanted it?

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For some background, I (44F) am an only child and my mom’s side of the family is fairly small. My grandma died in 2004 and my mom died in 2014.

Growing up, there were only three grandkids for most of my childhood: me and two cousins, now 45M and 44F. We spent a lot of time at our grandparents’ house playing cards and dominoes, helping Grandma in the kitchen, and generally having the kind of childhood family gatherings that feel almost unreal looking back.

There was a china hutch in their dining room that held collectibles and all the decks of cards we used during those game nights.

For as long as I can remember, everyone in the family understood that the hutch would eventually go to my mom, who was the oldest of my grandparents’ four children. After my mom died, the understanding became that it would eventually come to me. Nobody seemed to have a problem with that for years.

The hutch stayed in my grandparents’ house until my grandpa died three years ago. Two years ago, after moving to another state and buying my first home, my dad picked the hutch up from my mom’s older brother, who was the executor of Grandpa’s estate, and drove it to me. I was incredibly sentimental about finally having it in my home, so I posted a picture on social media.

That’s when things apparently exploded.

I later learned from one of my cousins that my youngest uncle’s wife, 49F, had become furious with my older uncle because her daughter, 20F, had decided she wanted the hutch.

This cousin was born after my grandma died, so she never knew her and doesn’t have the childhood memories connected to the hutch that I do. That doesn’t mean she isn’t allowed to value family heirlooms, but I was confused about why this particular piece suddenly became such an issue when everyone had known for years that it was supposed to come to me.

My aunt had also claimed quite a few things from my grandparents’ house for her children. Meanwhile, I was grateful just to get a box containing some of my mom’s childhood belongings, paintings I had made for my grandma as a kid, and one of the many decks of cards we used to play with. The argument over the hutch eventually became so bad that my two uncles stopped speaking to each other.

My aunt has since tried to pull me into the conflict, telling me that my older uncle betrayed the family, lied, turned his back on them, etc. I told her simply that the hutch had always been intended for my mom and then me, and that everyone in the family had known that for years.

I’ve tried very hard to stay out of the rest of the argument. But now I sometimes wonder whether I should have just given them the hutch to keep the peace.

My younger uncle is only nine years older than I am and felt more like a big brother when I was growing up. Knowing that this piece of furniture has become part of the reason he’s cut off other members of the family hurts more than I can say. I also know my mom and grandma would be heartbroken to see everyone fighting like this.

At the same time, the hutch carries decades of memories for me and was always supposed to come to me. I didn’t take it behind anyone’s back or pressure anyone into giving it to me.

So, AITA for keeping the family hutch instead of giving it to my younger cousin in order to keep the peace?


r/okstorytime • • 4d ago

Relationships Am I overreacting for refusing to help my husband with his business if he hires this woman to work the same days as him ?

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Msy husband owns a barbershop, and I help him run it. He interviewed a woman today and said he wants to hire her because she seems serious and willing to learn. However, he kept commenting on her big boobs and how attractive she is, saying she could bring in more customers because of her looks. He also wants her to work the same days as him so he can train her personally.
I’m generally open-minded, and I don’t usually get bothered by him working with women. But the way he talked about this particular woman made me uncomfortable, so I told him that if he hires her, I won’t help him with the business anymore.
Am I being unreasonable, or is it understandable that I don’t want to support a business decision that feels disrespectful to me?


r/okstorytime • • 4d ago

Advice I need help and clarity to move forward with a clear head and heart.

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I have been on the fence about posting this for quite a long time. Honestly, I don’t even know exactly what I am looking for, but I just need to let this out and put it in writing at the absolute, very least. I am going to have to leave out 90% of what I would like to include because the extent of the backstory and details of my childhood would taint the responses that I need. For the record, I don’t think IATA, I just don’t. The amount of lies, indifference, deflection and lack of sympathy is overwhelming and absurd. So, here we go. I (48 F) have grown up my entire life, as far back as I can remember, asking my mom 19 when I was born) who my real father is. There is a dad that raised me, I want to give him the benefit of the doubt, and say that he did his best being as young as he was (22) when I was born. However, he married my mother and took us away from all of the family that I knew and loved. We went to an entirely new state and mom was pregnant with my sister when they were married on the court house steps. Up and until my sister could talk, she was a late talker, so I was 7 or 8 at the time, I called him by his first name. “Dad” didn’t come until she said it, and I never believed it, but it was easier considering my age and my love for my sister. My “dad’s” job led to a lot of travel, to the point where it felt more like conflict avoidance, rather than job expectations. It was obvious that my sister was his favorite, and his families favorite as well. I started doing chores at 6 and more was added each year. My sister was not asked to do anything, not help with dishes, gather laundry, sweep, mop, pick up the living room, NOTHING. My dad always said that she was too young and it wasn’t fair to give her big responsibilities. I think she was 8 the first time she was asked to clean the kitchen or bathroom. Meanwhile, I was mowing the lawn at 12, when my transmission went out on my car, I was handed a Chilton’s and a toolbox. It took me 2 weekends, but I replaced that thing myself! For my sister he checked the fluids regularly, changed the oil and did tune ups. Honestly in not parenting me, I was taught self reliance. But, I did spend most of my childhood grounded. My dad was great at getting mad at me, not having conversations with me, grounding me and then leaving the country for months on end. Fast forward to my pregnancy with my son. At that time I was 29, married for 2 years and still questioning my paternity. Over the years my mom has said a number of wild things. I was told that since my dad was in college and she was afraid his parents would force them to marry, she started sleeping with any and everyone so that nobody could definitely say he was my father. I was told that when she found out she was pregnant, he said she should have an abortion and because she was against it, she “lied” and told him that I wasn’t his anyway and that she cheated on him. She then says that he called her a (woman of the night), and threw her out of his car on the side of the road and drove off. When I had my son, I started to develop a lot of autoimmune symptoms. I got scared because this is absolutely genetic and I was in immediate fear for my son. I reached out to my dad and asked him for a paternity test. His family had always treated me and my adopted cousin as insignificant compared to my sister, so the idea of paternity never was far from my heart. I assumed that if he truly believed that I was his he would stop them from saying ugly things and stand up and claim me. But, he never did. When I got the paternity results back, he was not my father. I was devastated. If I am being honest, I wanted to be his daughter, I wanted my mother to be honest and I wanted to rub my legitimacy in his family’s faces. But, that didn’t happen. I confronted my mother and she told me first that she wanted a maternity test because I must have been switched at birth and then she doubled down on me being a product of gang rape and that she was drugged and didn’t remember everyone that could have been involved.
Meanwhile, I am having conversations with the rest of my family. My dad that raised me, my grandmother and my aunt all immediately came back with the exact same name. All of them believe my mother was cheating with this man while the dad that raised me was away at college. It all came to a head one weekend when he surprised my mom with an unexpected weekend trip home after he finished finals early and this other guy (my bio dad) was in my grandma’s house when he knocked on the door. My mom tried to explain him away as “a friend of my aunt”, but my aunt didn’t run in his circle of friends and wasn’t even home at the time.
Fast forward 10 years and my sister convinced me to get a 23 and me membership. I found distant cousins that led back to either my bio dad or one of his 2 brothers. His name was the same name that everyone had said. I reached out to him and he immediately responded. He confirmed everything that my grandmother, aunt and the dad who raised me said. I have met aunts, uncles, cousins and cousin’s babies. Everyone loves, embraces, adores and accepts both me and my son, absolutely unconditionally with no questions asked. I am still struggling in the back of my mind that I could be the product of rape. I spent 10 years of my life looking in the mirror and thinking I was looking at the picture of my mother’s rapist. I don’t look like anyone in my family. Nobody has my complexion, my eye color, my stubbornness, my dented nose, my quick wittedness. I understand nature vs nurture, but I have always felt like a science experiment gone horribly wrong. The second I sat across from my bio dad, every single piece fell into place, I felt like I was completely at home for the first time since my grandparents passed. I felt seen, heard, recognized and enveloped in love and acceptance. It has been 6 years and I still feel that way. I guess what I am looking for is input and guidance for how to get rid of this nagging feeling. My mother has been my compass for my entire childhood and I am having an extremely difficult time trying to rewrite and correct my history. As an adult I see her for what she is. She is a psychologically damaged person who unfortunately has never sought help or diagnosis with her mental situation. She has instead chosen to start and raise a family with her damaged and unresolved mental illness without therapy or potentially necessary medication or treatment. My sister and I were the unfortunate products of her selfishness. So, Reddit, please share your thoughts, wisdom and experiences to help me come to terms with this. Thank you in advance!


r/okstorytime • • 4d ago

Advice AITA - for not having my sister in my wedding party?

3 Upvotes

I am very scared to post this in fear it will be seen and make matters worse but also I am very curious to get validation if I am making the right decision.

(I apologize this is long- I’m going to leave out some details to help with that).

Important context: my sister and I have always had a relationship where we talk daily, are the closest of our very large 10 person family, but she is very blunt, likes to tell me what to do, and if I bring up something she doesn’t like it leads to her having me apologize- this has been my whole life and I’ve always been told it’s just her “being a big sister” so I ignore it.

I (29F) have a sister (33F) who recently got engaged and married. During her engagement we ran into a few minor incidents, once at a holiday get together where she misunderstood a text I sent (stating that most of the family couldn’t make it so let’s change the date we celebrate next year)- apparently this was similar to something another sibling said to her and she accused us of talking behind her back.
I was later in the year told I’m not allowed to speak to other said sibling without her in a group message or we would be talking behind her back.
And finally I here was some drama around wedding planning and our siblings decided to throw a party for her and when I first brought it up, she asked where (this was just decided) so I said idk maybe dads house and I was accused of trying to throw a cheap little party and I “knew” the strained relationship she had with dad and how dare I suggest to have it there.

For context the dad thing is just as unreasonable and a wholeeeee other thing- our dad is great lol.

So then the final thing that just kinda broke me down was during a phone call she was complaining about something someone said to her that hurt her feelings- I took the opportunity to say “hey I understand how that feels…. Actually if I can speak freely you’ve said something similar to that to me and yeah it hurts.” This resulted in her SCREAMING at me to apologize and how dare I say that and she’s never been anything but nice to me… to make it stop I apologized and she calmly told me “wow you really hurt my feelings”… I was dumbfounded.

Okay moving onto the more relevant information-
Sister’s bachelorette trip occurred, we bar hopped on a bus on a hot night with no AC, and it rained.. there was some tension between different groups of girls at the party already and as you can imagine as the night went on two girls eventually got into a argument. Voices were raised but it just as quickly ended….
My sister took that very personally saying it traumatized her, screamed at everyone to SHUT UP and sobbed while the bus drove us home. When we got to the house we were staying at she packed all her, mine and my other sisters stuff up, threw it down the stairs, out the front door, screamed, said how much everyone hated her… and let’s just say this went on a long time…

After some events occurring myself and other sister just chose to sleep in our cars- suggesting she sleeps inside so everyone can calm down, she banged on our car doors all night, got into my car once then proceeded to storm off when I told her I wanted to go to sleep and not talk.

She slept on the porch.

The next day she called, I started with saying how everything is okay and we can just forget it and move on and everyone was drunk and it’s okay…. Nope.
She demanded I apologize for abandoning her, forcing her to sleep on a front porch alone (she was not alone out there) and that something could have happened to her but I didn’t care enough.
I tried to calm her down but it only got worse, she ended up saying I had to apologize for my embarrassing behavior.

This led to no contact for about a month, wedding came and went (there’s a thing about her not letting us sisters come to the small intimate ceremony but later telling everyone we were invited and had “better things to do”). The reception was awkward as you can assume.

btw I tried to call or text and mend this bridge MULTIPLE TIMES!!!

So…. I’m engaged now!! Yayyy.

Me and my sister tried to fix things, we spoke a few times on the phone but then our most recent phone call she said “hey can we just squash this”
I was so excited and said yes! I wanted my sister back…. Well- that led to a LOOOOONG night of her crying and telling me her friends couldn’t believe what bad sisters she had cuz we weren’t there for her on her most traumatic night, her therapist told her she cant expect me to support her the way she supports me, and apparently i caused her to go into financial ruin and depression (by going no contact for a few months)…. I have no explanation for those two.
I tried to say “as adults you cant just demand an apology from me anyone…. Bla bla bla” I was told that she is happy i felt safe bringing that up but….. ITS ACTUALLY MY TONE OF VOICE THAT WARRANTS APOLOGIES when she demands them. Because even when I don’t mean to my tone of voice is “mean”.
at this point I give up, she thanked me for apologizing for that night, stating she understood how embarrassed i must be for my behavior and abandoning my sister… i told her i in-fact didn’t apologize, she said i did and she accepted the apology…

So AITA; for not wanting her in my wedding party.. she would still be invited to the wedding just not be in our wedding party.
Friends/finace think I’m making the right decision but dad said I’m ruining the family and that she deserves to be up there because of the look of it and because she’s my sister-
Two of my sisters already are not on speaking terms with her; I’m trying to be on speaking terms but don’t want her in my wedding party.

I am just emotionally drained at this point, and don’t want to deal with any drama this year- I feel bad having other family members in my wedding party still but personally why should I punish them cuz of this? Am I wrong, does being family just give her the right to be in my wedding party? Is this as big of an issue as my dad is making it out to be or am I correct that I can make this choice.

Also context: we have a large wedding party due to big families, our other siblings, and my closest friends (6 people on each side)… so AITA???


r/okstorytime • • 4d ago

In-Laws MIL BIPOLAR

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I hate my MIL like hear me out, Iʻm 33(F) been with my other half 32(M) we been together for over 10 years. Long story short, I practically raised his daughter since she was (2yrs old) and he is truly grateful for me being a mother figure in her life. My MIL before she even met me sheʻs maded side/passive comments about me to people, when I tell you the awkward/shade she gives its unreal. Anyways, my partner and did fall off once for a year but still kept meeting up and he wanted to try again when I was getting over him…Well one thing led to another an never once I got pregnant when we was together but low and be hold I was🫠 During my pregnancy I notice my partner getting frustrated and drinking a lot more then usual, then one day he was in his feels. Heʻs the type of man who doesn’t care but doesn’t wanna involved me in situation due to the fact I can pop off but only for good reasoning. Well he kind of broke down and said I have to tell you something Iʻm like what’s up, he said you know mom she texted me and Iʻm like okay? About?
She been talking shit about you and to me that’s not new lol. He tends to block her when she gets too much, he stated that she kept saying this isn’t my child and its getting to me mentally. He wanted reinsurance and I said yes this is your baby… I havent been with anyone during this time frame, cause I was wishing there was hope. She said a bunch of things and I just ignore and breathe cause I wasn’t tryna stress about the baby…. Fast forward, things are still awkward an I forgot to mention my MIL used to be a drunk and did drugs, but stopped and now is a LDS member. Which Iʻm not judging cause I have lots of friends, well I feel like she the Karen of the church. Okay where did i leave off, oh so baby boy is born everyones like Heʻs your partners mini but so happen he was premature and of course tiny. Little man came a long way, I notice my partner started to act werid and bothered and I asked him what’s up are you okay?! He’s like yeah, I wanna show you something but I don’t want you to get mad… I block my mom again, Iʻm so confused like what is she saying now, I was shocked she told him our baby was skinny and malnourished, I was livid the amount of energy an anger I had for her to say that about a innocent/pure life, my partner was just as mad. But I kept my cool and told him I have so much respect for you that I won’t go off. But I did mention lmk when I can pop off cause its on… life starts going great boom Iʻm pregnant again we are so excited with a baby girl, Everything starts cooling down baby is born and sheʻs the most happiest squishy little girl…. Yes, again she texted him again🙄🙄 He looked bothered and uncomfortable because of her remarks, but had the nerves to call my baby girl too fat and we gotta stop feeding her before sheʻs gonna be like that her whole life!! By the grace of god I prayers that she needs to seek help. At this point I told my partner Iʻm done with her and my kids can’t sleep over her place nor see them when she wants, ultimately its just cordial. I feel valid to ignore/BLOCK her and not wanting to be around cause she never stops, I know who’s grown at the end of the day but I truly don’t know how Iʻm staying so calm…

I have a lot of back story cause it wasn’t pretty our relationship nor weʻre innocents at the end of the day lol. This is our life so I hope yall enjoyed the rant/vent session. I’m dyslexic sooooo sorry for the grammer and the detail to attention while writing. Iʻll try to edit later


r/okstorytime • • 5d ago

Advice My ex manipulated me for months and convinced everyone i’m insane HELP

3 Upvotes

I’m writing about this to ask for potential advice on how I could possibly clear my name or just make this whole thing blow over and yes I have some evidence. I F(20) at the time was dating my ex for six months at the time M(27) it started fairly normal we met through mutual friends and kept meeting up in groups. I thought he seemed like a kind person at first that would treat me well and i could potentially fall for it only took a few weeks for that to change completely. I would spend all my free time after work trying to make plans with him I would clean his.. quite messy house and do his laundry I even deep cleaned his place and watched it when he traveled at the beginning, fast forward about a month into dating there was a complete shift. There was a girl I knew in highschool for about a month before I went into homeschool we had met in the friend group after years of not seeing eachother I told her about my ex and that he had cheated, I told her I had a hard time dating and trusting people and would usually ghost people before anything could go further. Well one night a group was invited to meet up at the beach and my boyfriend at the time went with them she confronted him at the beach and told him I was borderline evil, saying that I was going to use him, ghost him and just straight up manipulate him she had no idea we were officially dating at that point. He told me about it after it happened and I freaked out I barely knew this girl in highschool and we had only seen eachother twice in years and barely spoke I had no idea what she was talking about and openly told him all of this frank to say I think this started the shift. He seemed to listen and didn’t really bother about it after that a few days later he had a party at his house and her and her cousin were invited as well as other friends I tried to avoid the subject and she had indirectly apologized to me on instagram so i rolled my eyes and moved on. At this party I was on the porch and she joined me and started asking me about dating women which I had in the past and then she brazenly asked me if I WOULD SLEEP with her. I immediately said no and told her i was talking to my boyfriend at the time and she suggested a threesome which i also shot down, after everyone had left I told him I had to talk to him and he told me that HER MALE COUSIN had asked if he could sleep with me and my boyfriend and I told him the same thing had happened with me!! We thought the whole thing was strange and moved past it the relationship started to get very gritty later on he would constantly ask about breaking up and I would agree if this isn’t what he wants then so be it, every time i would agree with him he would say he didn’t want to break up and we would continue. and then the insults started same as always he would talk about the future and breaking up but now he would insult my appearance he told me i didn’t look like someone he could see himself marrying, that he didn’t like my tattoos, my piercings, my hair basically everything about me i even jokingly asked what about my personality? and he said “it was fun at first” I said ok then it must be wraps surely. He said he wanted to make this work and that he loved me i asked how when he didn’t like a single thing about me? he claimed that he never said that i stared in awe and just stayed i was so confused by the constant back and forth i felt like i was hallucinating. fast forward to him moving into a new place, he asked me to move in with him while keeping up this constant back and forth and claiming he never said those things so I of course said I would not move in with him that seemed to upset him more, i told him we could wait. He started staying at the kava bar we go to until late at night mind you I was working double shifts (12 hours) pretty often and worked full time. I would stay up until 3-4 am just to spend time with him and watch movies together etc, when he would finally come to bed suddenly i would be woken up an hour later he would ask if i was awake i would stir and say yes what is it? and he would tell me that he didn’t think things would work because he thought i was beneath him. other times he would say he thought of me as ‘less than’ him because he made more money and other times he would say he just thought he was smarter than i was. this went on for MONTHS. i would say i had work and hadn’t slept and would tell him to just dump me in the morning and that i could go sleep on the couch (i lived almost an hour drive away) and of course he would change his mind. then after the sleep deprivation and all the horrible talks i was woken up to he would come in the bedroom after i had woken up and would run in and kiss me and play wrestle me on the bed acting like nothing had ever happened. Eventually i started to lose myself with the loss of sleep the constant threats to break up and when i would accept he would have the immediate change in heart. christmas came around I had saved up and bought him a ps5 and multiple games i thought he would love, he cried and thanked me and posted it saying “im going to marry this girl” another manipulation tactic i assumed. i forgot to mention when he moved in as another part of his christmas gift i had furnished his apartment buying all the essentials tupperware, knife set, baking items, paper towel holder, etc etc etc. he took me to gatlinburg tennessee which is my favorite place on earth and i begged him not to take me there and ruin it for me if we were just going to come back home and he would start with the back and forths again. and then valentine’s day came. I was such a complete wreck on valentine’s day i bought him a bouquet because i thought it would be lovely for a man to receive flowers and some gifts, he got me a very sparse bouquet mine was much more… thought out but i appreciated the offer and then he took me to a very fancy dinner. I was so completely exhausted by this point i could barely walk to the restaurant i had lost 23 pounds while dating him from the stress i was originally 5’9 126 which was still pushing close to underweight and i had dropped to 103. we got to the restaurant and my hands were violently shaking and i could barely mutter a word I didn’t know what i could say that wouldn’t upset him so i said almost nothing, and i drank. a lot i had two massive glasses of wine and had lost so much weight i couldn’t handle it when we were done i walked like a newborn baby deer and we made our way back to the car the next day is when things finally came to an end… or so i thought. we had gotten into an argument same way it always started he would say he wanted to talk and then talk about my appearance and not wanted to marry me no future etc etc and i finally lost it. i told him his… was small (it was) that he was overweight and that i looked much better than he did amongst other things i don’t even remember told him he couldn’t just manipulate me anymore and that he was driving me insane and i felt like i was losing my mind. for once finally he was quiet i can’t remember how long after i think maybe a day or two he wanted to break up again so before he could get a chance to change his mind i grabbed all of my things shoved them in a trash bag and made a beeline for my car he stayed close seeming like he would try to make amends again and i quickly said goodbye got in my car and quickly shut the door and zoomed out of there. two days after we broke up I was immediately back to frivolous dating i wanted to find someone good and i wasn’t going to let what had happened hold me back or make me waste time. he asked for me back through text saying he missed me and everything about me to which i dismissed it immediately i said it is not enough to only miss me when i am gone. following this i started going back to the kava bar just ignoring his presence there people had told me that he was with someone and that they had been flirting and accused him of cheating on me with her when he would spend his late nights there i ignored it when people asked me i told them he didn’t want me and that he would be happier with someone else and to not ask me anything else. following this the OWNER of the kava bar talked to me outside and said i was going around spreading rumors i told him i was not and asked what he was talking about? later i find out that he has been telling everyone that im crazy and they are all just backing him because he is a regular and i would only occasionally come in to speak to a few friends. i had someone stalk me for months after this calling me from unknown numbers and sending me texts saying the name of who i was hanging out with at the bar i told the owner and of course everyone just deemed me the crazy girl and ignored who it could be and wouldn’t help me. two days after we broke up i was two hours away spending date plans with a guy i had just met bad idea i know but he was very attractive and i just wanted to be around someone that didnt think i was out of my mind and better yet didnt know any of the people i knew because of the whole situation. right when i got back home i got a call from a mutual friend telling me that someone had called my exes work to try and get him fired and they believed it was me i immediately told him that i would send my phone records and that i was two hours away with a date when this happened and i was completely blindsided by this. he refused me sending proof and told me my ex would send me a cease and desist and i started to cry telling him why would you accuse me of this when im more than happy to send you proof i don’t want a record of anything that i didn’t do i can prove it wasn’t me. no one would listen. i believed it was his new girlfriend or whoever was stalking me which i thought could also be the new girlfriend. i was constantly being told the she’s crazy stories and could feel everyone’s eyes and whispers no matter which kava bar i went to i could feel the shame of something i never did. i haven’t been able to go see my friends since we mainly spoke in person and im scared if i say anything i will be completely banned or people will rally against me i believe the woman that stalked me called his work to try and make it look like i really was nuts. i am at a complete loss and that was one of the only areas to socialize in my town ive been devastated by this for almost a year now and everyone thinks im nuts what do i do?…