Boundary Battles and Betrayals AITA - Reddit Stories

Boundary Battles and Betrayals AITA - Reddit Stories

Tune into today's Reddit Drama Readings for six searing AITA confessions straight from the drama trenches, tackling unyielding stands against forced family childcare, a gut-wrenching update on false abuse claims and eviction chaos, a housewarming clash over harsh kid scolding, a dad's raw plea for shared parenting memories amid work woes, a shattering paternity revelation leading to total cutoff, and a terminal mom's vigil exposing spousal support strains—brought alive with full story recitals, host reflections, and crowd reactions to stir the soul.

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:01):
Welcome back, every one to another episode of Reddit Drama Readings,
where we dive deep into the wild world of interpersonal
conflicts from subreddits like am i the bleep Whole and
other spots full of family feuds, relationship roller coasters, and
those moments that make you wonder who really dropped the ball.
I'm your host, and today we're focusing on some of
the top stories from a day. These posts had folks

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buzzing with thousands of up votes and comments pouring in
from all sides. We've pulled six standout ones that capture
the essence of why people turn to these communities for
a reality check. We'll read each story straight from the
original poster. Then I'll chime in with a bit of
commentary on what jumps out at me and touch on
how the community weighed in. If you're new here, grab

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a snack, settle in, and remember these are real people's
lives we're peeking into. No judgments from me, just honest reflections.
Let's jump right in with the first one, which racked
up thousands of up votes for its bold move on
protecting personal space from family over each Our first story
is titled am I the Bleephole? For moving to an

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apartment building with a concierge where visitors have to be
rung up to come upstairs to visit, so I'm not
forced to babysit my half and step siblings. Here's what
the original poster had to say. I'm sorry, I'm being
really short with my explanation of what's happening. I'm on
my mobile phone. My dad just left the building and
he's blowing up my phone while I'm trying to type

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this out. So I twenty three female, have spent the
last three years being forced to babysit my step and
half siblings because parents would just drop them off at
my place with no warning. It used to be when
I lived with them, I was forced to babysit and
they didn't care if I missed school or work, et cetera.
There were times when I was a miner, I would
miss so much school for having to go back and

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forth to different parents' houses. My parents are divorced and
remarried to babysit. Child Protective Services got involved because of
my truancy from school. Then I was grounded for them
being put under investigation. They were forced to send me
back to school, but then I had to come home
to whoever had custody of me that week and babysit, cook, clean,

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et cetera, while keeping my grades up so they didn't
get in trouble. Fast forward. I moved into my own
place when I was nineteen. My friend's dad owned property
and knew my situation and gave me a good deal
on one of his apartments, way below market value. Then
my parents would drop my siblings off at my apartment
with no warning. I lost my last job because of it,

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and all my parents said was good because now I
could babysit full time. I finally put my foot down
and my father attacked me and back slapped me, telling
me he didn't care how old I was. I was
to do as he said. My boyfriend told me to
move in with him because his apartment building has a
concierge where you have to be introduced and the tenant
has to agree to let you up. So I sold

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all my stuff and moved in with my boyfriend. He
had me put on the lease. After finding a job,
I was so lucky to get this one more pay
and benefits, and let my friends dad know the situation.
He let me out of my least no problem. My
dad was just downstairs with my step and half siblings
from him, five kids ranging in ages three to ten,

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trying to get up. I told the concierge they are
never allowed up and if they don't leave, to call
the cops. So that's what they did. Now my dad
and his wife are blowing up my phone saying I'm
an ungrateful bleephole for pulling this stunt, and my backside
a grass when they see me. I'm currently waiting for
my boyfriend to come home so he can escort me

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to the police station to make a report and possibly
see about getting a restraining order. My father is a
really big guy, so I'm really scared. I don't think
I'm the bleephole, but I just wanted to check and see.
My boyfriend and friends say I'm not, but I don't know.
Part of me feels like I am. I don't know why,
so please am I the bleephole? If I left any

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holes in what happened? You can ask in comments. I
have the cliff Notes version because of character count reddit
dot com. This story is a powerhouse of built up
frustration finally breaking free, and its heart breaking to see
how years of being treated like unpaid labor have left
her questioning her own right to peace. From missing school

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as a kid to losing a job as an adult.
That's not family support. That's a cycle of exploitation that
no one should endure, especially when it escalates to physical violence.
The boyfriend's concierge idea absolute genius, a modern drawbridge against
uninvited chaos. Telling security to call the copse on the
drop off attempt. That's not petty. That self preservation after

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warnings fell on deaf ears. Her fear of her dad's
size adds a chilling layer, making that police visit feel
urgent and brave. I get the guilt creeping in family
conditioning is sneaky like that, But this is her life
for claim aiming itself in my commentary, it underscores how
boundaries aren't optional when safety is at stake. Or restraining

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order could be the lock she needs, and maybe some
therapy to heal those old wounds. Long term, low or
no contact might be the kindest path for every one,
including those siblings who deserve parents who show up. The
community's response overwhelmingly not the bleep whole, with thousands of
up votes and top comments, like one with over five thousand,

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four hundred points urging no contact and praising her escape,
another with nearly four thousand emphasizing she's not their parent
or nanny. Folks shared similar stories of breaking free, and
the verdict was clear, protect your peace, full stop. If
you've ever felt like the family doormat. This one's a
rally cry, let's ease into our second story and update

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that's equal parts infuriating and resilient, drawing massive engagement for
its raw look at false accusations and family fall out.
This one's titled up date number four. Am I the
bleep whole for wanting nothing to do with my kids
and ex wife? After two years of false allegations straight
from the poster? Seriously, what the bleep now? So things

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have gotten even more messed up, although on a technicality,
I guess it's not on my end. On Tuesday, my Saturday,
I get woken up by my mom knocking on my
door after I let her in. The first thing she
says is I have something to tell you, but don't
freak out. I'm on medication for anxiety that I have
to take twice a day at minimum. I had just

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woken up so I didn't take my medication yet can
you guess what I started doing? She then tells me
that my ex and the kids got kicked out of
the house that they were living in that belongs to
my ex friend and his wife. My mom told me
she found this out for my step dad because my
ex days in contact with him pretty regularly, but has
my mom blocked on everything possible. Mom had already found

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while the child Protective Services report on her because at
the time we believed my ex and the kids were
living in her car. My ex has no income other
than occasionally delivering groceries for Walmart and the child support
the state de ducks from my paycheck. She had no
place in mine to move into as far as we knew,
so I started freaking out and called my sister. My

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sister still talks with my ex but won't talk to
our mom for completely unrelated reasons. I asked my sister
if she knew what happened, if she knew where my
kids were, and to tell me where they were so
I can make sure they were safe. My sister did
already know, but didn't tell me, but she did assure
me that they were in a house and that she
had a video call with the kids and screenshots to

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prove that they were in a house and safe. Luckily,
this helped calm me down. A bit later, I called
the child's support office and asked them if the address
for my ex was still the previous address, and informed
them that she had gotten kicked out, but that I
didn't have the new address to give them. The case
worker told me that the address had not been updated,
but to reach out if I found out the address,

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just in case she didn't contact them with the updated address.
At this point, I've done all I can do legally anyway,
so I try to relax and chill out because I
know that I'm just stuck playing the waiting game again.
Then the mail ran. I got the papers from my
son's emergency room visit back in June. It doesn't say
anything about a concussion, just that he had a contusion

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on his head and to treat it with an ice
pack and ibuprofen. He had a goddamned bruise that could
have come from anything. I love my son, but he's
so clumsy it's ridiculous. He once walked face first into
a tree because he wasn't wearing his glasses or watching
where he was going at a playground that we had
gone to. I ended up getting myself out of the

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house and went out of town for a while, just
driving around. I ended up at the river that separates
my state from the next one and sitting in a
park while watching the boats and barges go by, listening
to the music playing in the park in the water.
I talked to my girlfriend while I was there and
ended up having a borderline emotional breakdown, wondering what I
could have done to make them all hate me that

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much to try and get me in prison for things
I never did. I have an appointment with my therapist
on Tuesday, so she's going to learn all the new
and exciting things happening in my life slash sarcasm. My
girlfriend ended up coming over and staying the night to
keep me company and support me through dealing with all
of this new information. I have no idea how I'm

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going to repay her for being so kind and understanding
and supportive. She keeps dismissing whenever I say thank you,
because she says that she's just listening and being a
human and knows that I have proof that I didn't
do anything that they've been accusing me of. I'm feeling
so much right now I can't make heads or tails
of it. I talked to my boss and took an

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extra day off to help myself process this, and he's
going to use some of my paid time off to
cover for me. I'm not going to do it, but
damn do I want a drink? Post and previous updates
linked in the post reddit dot com. This update is
a whirlwind of fresh wounds on old scars, where every
knock and letter peals back more layers of betrayal, leaving

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him raw and reeling. The eviction bombshell, the child Protective
Services report, the sister's secret keeping. It's like the universe
conspired to drop chaos on his doorstep, just when he
thought he could breathe. That emergency room paper clarifying a
mere bruise, vindication wrapped in irony proof. The allegations were smoke,

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but the emotional toll lingers, like fog, his drive to
the river, the breakdown with his girlfriend. Those moments humanize
the exhaustion, showing a man piecing together worth after being
painted as a villain. Mom's heads up, girlfriend's steady presence
lifelines in the storm commentary from me, false accusations erode

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trust like acid, but his legal steps and therapy commitments
show resilience. Prioritizing mental health isn't selfish, it's survival. The
ex's instability raises kid's safety flags, but he's wise to
channel worry through proper channels, not rash action. Long haul
this might mean redefining fatherhood on his terms, perhaps with

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professional guidance on future contact. The community solidly not the
bleep Whole, with top comments praising his calm amid the storm,
one with thousands urging lawyer updates on child support address,
another emphasizing girlfriend's gold standard support. Threads exploded with shared
alienation tales and the consensus heal first, then decide if

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parental lies have left you lost. This is a beacon
proof you can rebuild from ruins. Deep breath Now onto
story number three, a housewarming that heated up over kid discipline,
pulling in over ten thousand up votes for its stand
against over the top scolding title for number three, am
I the bleep Whole for basically telling my in laws

(12:01):
this is my house. If you don't like my rules,
get out, the post goes, First off, I don't think
I was wrong, which has infuriated my girlfriend. I twenty
five male, recently moved into my house. My girlfriend, twenty
seven female, and I had a little housewarming her family,
my mother, and a few of our friends. We were

(12:23):
eating outdoors and the kids had their own table. My
girlfriend's nephew, ate male, knocked over a jug of dilute.
I was at the table when it happened, and it
was clearly an accident. He was very polite and apologized.
He was a little upset, but I just laughed it off.
His father came over and I was shocked at how

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much his father gave out to him. I told him
it was only an accident, et cetera, and he kept going.
I felt really guilty for not stopping it. He ran
over to the corner of the garden and started crying.
His father went back to the table, and he said
what happened, and his wife said he deserved that he
should stay there a long time, or something along those lines.

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There was almost a snigger from some of her family. Anyway,
I went over to the boy A couple of minutes later.
I gave him a bar of chocolate. He was still crying.
He said sorry again. I gave him a high five
and taught him this high five I used to do
as a kid. His mother came over and said, do

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you mind not talking to my son? He needs to
think about what he did wrong and he needs to
do that alone. I took her and her husband aside
and said, this is my house. If you want to
upset your kid, don't do it here. If you don't
like it, get out. I swear. The reaction that followed
was insane. They went back to the table, saying it

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My mom said, never holding back, didn't I raise a
great son. He spot on not to let bullies in
his house, which erupted it even more. My girlfriend spoke
to me in private and asked me to apologize to them.
I said no, I stand by what I said, and
this part one regret a bit. I told her I
think less of her for even asking me to apologize.

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A mate of mine and his son kicked ball with
the boy and I. He actually gave me a hug.
I don't do hugs at the end of the party
and said sorry again. He hugged so tightly for a
couple of seconds. I really could go on about the drama.
But in short, her family thought I was wrong. My
girlfriend is still pushing for me to apologize. I still

(14:34):
don't think I did anything wrong. I didn't tell them
how to parent, but told them to leave if that's
how they want a parent. If I'm being completely honest,
I didn't say this. I'm not sure i'd want a
kid with a family like that. Effing flavored water whow.
There's so many messages apologies, but I can't respond to all.

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Some of the common answers to responses agreed. What must
they be like in private? Snigger is a word, at
least in the United Kingdom. My mother is the best
mother any kid could have had. Yeah, it puts a
big hole in my future with my girlfriend. Reddit dot
com spilled drink sparks a showdown. This post turns a

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simple accident into a window on family dynamics that scream
red flags from every corner. The nephew's polite apology met
with a tirade. That's not discipline, that's dominance, especially with
the sniggers egging it on, offering chocolate and a high five.
Pure kindness, a bomb for the boy's tears, But Mom's

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isolation demand, Flip's compassion into conflict, pulling them aside to
set house rules firm, fair and fiercely protective your home,
your haven. Mom's bully busting back up iconic and that
tight hug from the kid heart melter proof, your empathy
landed where it mattered, girl friend's apology push and the

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digs oof. That's pressure testing the partnership. Early commentary wise,
this highlights how kid treatment reveals character. Overreacting to accidents,
breeds fear, not growth, and standing against it isn't meddling,
it's modeling better regret over the less of her line human,
but honest talks could clarify if her family's vibe lines

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with yours. Long term no kids yet smart pause button
the communities take not the bleep whole. Across thousands of
up votes, top comment with over ten thousand points warning
against kids with a girlfriend who backs the behavior, Another
with nearly six thousand, sharing abuse flashbacks from similar spills.

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Fred's buzzed with UK snigger defenses and future whole reflections.
Solidarity supreme If in law intros, have you on edge,
trust your gut on the garden gates. Shifting to number
four a haired eye day that uncovers deeper parenting divides,
amassing over ten thousand up votes for its poignant plea
on presents the title Here, am I the bleephole for

(17:08):
telling my wife that if I waited for her to
make memories with our son, we wouldn't have any. From
the original post last weekend, I thirty nine male helped
my son fourteen male dye his hair purple. Or my
good friend, who actually knew what he was doing, helped
dye my son's hair while I was there for music
requests and object fetching. It was such a fun day,

(17:30):
and I could tell how happy it made my boy.
I didn't tell my wife before we did this, and
that was the catalyst to the fight we're currently having.
But for me, it's so much more than this one incident.
My wife has been hands off with our child for
a while now, his soccer games, little road trips to
nearby amusement parks, back to school shopping. She's too busy

(17:54):
with work or too tired from work, so I've mostly
just stopped having the converse. Why would I waste my
breath to have the same conversations on repeat? The night
we dyed his hair. She started crying while we were talking,
saying we were making all of these memories without her.
I asked her what she expected me to do. If

(18:15):
we waited for her to make memories, we would be
sitting in a dark room one hundred percent of the time.
My son isn't even really comfortable with her any more.
There is no I can't take you. Go ask your
mom now, it's I'm sorry, I can't take you. Let
me see a friend is free that day. My wife
isn't speaking to me now, and I'm wondering if I

(18:37):
took it too far. I don't know. I was hoping
some brutal honesty would change something. I would have loved
having more kids. But I guess it's for the best
now that she said no, edit, I must stay at
home dad. The original plan was for me to start
working again when our son went to kindergarten, but my
wife was gutting for a promotion around that time and

(18:59):
asked me to stay home longer. Once she got the promotion,
her hours increased, so that time was extended once again.
I am responsible for all the household chores and general
home making tasks. I cook, clean, do all the yard work,
all the grocery shopping, et cetera. I do enjoy being

(19:19):
a stay at home dad, but I've been ready and
willing to rejoin the work force for a decade now.
At this point, I will be getting a job when
my son turns sixteen and can get himself to and
from school. But my wife still refuses to cut her
hours even if I get a job, and gets frustrated
every time I bring it up. There is no point
in me forcing my son to ride the bus or

(19:41):
figure out a ride for himself if my wife still
won't make the effort or compromise in order to spend
time with him. Reddit dot Com Purple Hair and Purple
Prose on parental priorities. This tale tugs at the heart
with a dad's devotion filling voids left by works, whirlwind,
the dye day, delight, outsourced expertise, and all screams joy

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unheld back. But wife's tears reveal the ache of exclusion.
She sowed herself hands off on games and trips. That's
not fatigue, its forfeiture, turning dad into default and son
to side eyeing mom. The dark Room Singer Brutal Truth
serum highlighting how wading wastes, wonder years, stay at home edit,

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add's equity edge, He's held the fort a decade past,
plan chores and cheers solo, Yet her hour's hard time
like treasure, no more kids wish echo of eroded trust
commentary parenting sa duo dance. One leads, the other lags,
and the kid feels the step. Honesty might jolt her,

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but couple's counseling could choreograph catch up like carved kid dates,
Sun's discomfort, symptom of drift, bridget before it breaks community consensus,
not the bleep whole over ten thousand up votes strong
top with ten thousand, eighty four points flipping genders to
spotlight absent dads, another with eight thousand, two hundred fifty

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two affirming one parents enough if present. Comments brimmed with
movie nods like click for regret, reels and snack run sparks,
fleeting childhood fuel if memory makings lopsided in your home,
sink schedules Sooner. Number five dives into deception's depths a
paternity punch line gone Silent, resonating with betrayal survivors in

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the thousands, titled am I the bleephole for abandoning my
so called family after discovering the truth the details. I
thirty two male, am married and been since I was twenty.
We had a little boy a few years ago who
is nine now. My wife is the same age me. Recently,
it has came to my attention that my partner is

(21:53):
less than faithful. I caught her cheating on red handed.
I won't get into that part, though I've suspected it
for a while, but I never could catch her. She
was very good at being a liar. We stayed together
for the kid and were half way trying to work things,
and I was living in a hotel for a bit.
She has a best friend that is known for having

(22:13):
multiple partners, and one night I ran into her and
we hung out drinking and she ended up staying the
night at my hotel room. We didn't do anything sexual.
She tried to kiss me and I just couldn't go
through with it. My wife apparently decides to come see
me the next morning and there was a blow out.
The cops were called from the screaming, and I was

(22:35):
kicked out of the hotel. In the middle of all that,
she told me that our son wasn't even mine. At first,
I just figured she was trying to hurt me, but
after a while got a dioxyribonucleic acid test. She was
not lying. Now for the worst part. After I found out,
I tried to talk to her so we could figure
out what to tell him. He already knows. Apparently his

(22:57):
real father threatened to take her to court two years
years ago if she didn't let him see the kid.
Apparently she had been taking him to see his real
dad once a month since, and I had no idea.
I was devastated by him knowing before I did, and
with everything that happened. So I just left that night
and haven't spoken to them in over six months now.
Reddit dot com caught cheating cascades into custody of lies.

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This post is a gut wrench of withheld truths where
fidelities fall, unravels, fatherhood's foundation, suspicion, similar to hotel hookup trap,
non starter, kiss amid booze, tense titrope, blow out, bombshell
on Son's biodad weaponized wound, but deoxyribonucleic acid confirmation crushes

(23:43):
monthly secret visits. Kid in the know for years that's
conspiracy of concealment, stealing his role without remorse, six months
silent not abandonment, Armor against agony, commentary betrayal. This layered
demand men's distance for discernment, divorce filings, exposure to circles,

(24:04):
even suits against the bio dad for unwitting upbringing costs,
kids caught in crossfire, but moms the arsonist co parenting
clarity comes post legal lockdown. Therapy's toolkit for this tangle
reddits Roar not the bleep Whole top with nearly six
thousand points plotting divorce and dad sue strategies. Another probing

(24:26):
friends set up, suspicions, shares spiraled on, six months, spirals,
job loss, arrests, car crashes, yet kids thriving, snaps, silver
lining in the sting, If secrets shattered, your script, script
your exit empowered wrapping with our sixth a terminal tide testing,

(24:47):
spousal solidarity, flooding comments with empathy for the end of
life edge titled am I the bleephole? For telling my
husband he will have to handle it on his own
right now the post I am thirty six female, my
husband is forty male. My mama eighty two female, has
breast cancer. This is her third time having it, and

(25:08):
she's too tired to do chemo again. She is refusing it.
She is tired of fighting and wants to go out
with dignity at home. My Mama is hands down the
best person and mamma I could have ever had. I
don't think she has ever once raised her voice. She
was as the most caring person I've ever met. She

(25:29):
was is just as good of a grandmother as well.
There are fourteen of us, and I am the youngest.
She raised fourteen babies and twenty seven grand babies, six
great grands and probably just as many friends of babies
and grand babies, never once raising her voice or hands
to one of them. She was as incredible. She and

(25:50):
my dad have been together for sixty four years, and
I know as soon as Mama goes, Daddy will be
right behind her. He looks like he has aged ten
years in just a few weeks. He's still doing everything
he can for Mama. But neither of them are doing well.
All of my siblings and I have been taking turns
staying with them around the clock. On the days I'm there,

(26:11):
I am pretty much just making sure my kids are
good for the night, fixing them dinner, and then going
over there. My husband is supposed to get them to
bed and then off to school in the morning. It
isn't difficult. My kids know what to do. All he
has to do is get them to bed and fix
them a breakfast in the morning and wait with them
for the bus. This has been a problem, and my

(26:32):
husband is angry about it. He feels like I am
spending too much time away from home and putting too
much on his plate. I'm already devastated about losing my mama.
I don't have the best amount of patience right now.
The last time my husband and I got into an argument,
i'd just gotten home with the kids after taking them
to spend an hour with my parents. I had them

(26:54):
dinner fixed. All it needed was to be warmed up.
My husband got angry that I was dropping the kids
off and leaving, and I basically went off on him
and told him my mamma is dying and he is
just going to have to deal with it right now.
Since then we haven't spoken, he's basically giving me the
silent treatment. I'm upset about everything going on and very
angry with my husband right now. However, I don't know

(27:17):
if I was a bleephole for going off on him.
I don't think he fully deserved it, and we haven't
spent time apart since we got married twelve years ago,
so maybe I was being a bleephole. I know it
isn't easy for him right now either, but I really
expected him to step up and help considering the circumstances.
I mean, they are his kids, after all, he should

(27:38):
be able to handle it. Reddit dot Com Dying mom's
dignity demands devotion, but Hubby's plate grite greats amid grief.
This narrative nails the nexus of loss and load sharing
gone awry, Mamma's legacy, fourteen kids voice, velvet love, limitless,
saintly silhouette against cancer's shadow, refusal rings, resolute, siblings shifts,

(28:03):
honor that but husband's bedtime beef basics like breakfast bus
weight shouldn't buckle him, especially sands, separation, stretch, snap after
kid visit, grief's grenade, exploding expectations, unmet silent treatment, sting,
salt and sorrows wound commentary, end of Life's a teen trial,

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his support, shortfall, spotlight, selfishness, vow's vow presence in pain
not platters piled high. Patient's pauseites pardonable, but talks or
therapy could temper tides. Kids his too, copilot not passenger
Community verdict not the bleep whole over ten thousand up votes,

(28:47):
top with ten thousand, one hundred thirty six slamming his
empathy void, another with eight thousand, seven hundred ninety one
calling for comfort over complaints. Tales tumbled of divorced divergences
in Death's Door cautionary chorus. If Farewell watches weigh on you,
lean on loads that lift few. What a gauntlet from

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gate keeping guardians to grief scripes. These top stories from
a Day remind us how Holmes hearts and hurts hinge
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